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gothvergilstan · 5 years ago

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Puppy.

Yandere!Jaemin x Male!Reader

In this story, popular It Boy Jaemin has a god complex but doesn’t know it

Enjoy ^^

Being the most popular guy at Uni came with it’s perks.

Everyone automatically trusted and respected you. Everyone loved and looked up to you.

But what happens when someone doesn’t even give you the time of day?

When someone isn’t as starstruck about you as everyone else?

Let’s find out shall we? ~~

A smile grew on Jaemin lips as he came up to you.

“You wanna be partners?” he asked and you looked up from the book you were reading.

You shrugged.

“Sure.” you said, your attention going back to the book.

Jaemin’s smile faltered a bit.

Why weren’t you flustered from him just talking to you? Everyone became flustered whenever he talked to them, he was the University’s resident ‘It Boy’ after all.

Taking a seat next to you, his eyes studied you as you read.

“What are you reading?” he asked, smiling slightly.

“A book.” was your answer.

“What’s the book about?”

“Things.”

Jaemin frowned slightly.

The reason why he asked to be your partner was because he felt bad that no one was talking to you. You were a loner to begin with, only having 3 friends max but Jaemin wanted to change that for some reason. Why did he want to do that? Because he was a kind man.

You put a bus card in your book, using it as a book marker, and closed the book.

You yawned a bit, turning your attention onto Jaemin who was lost in his own thoughts.

“So… what do you want to do partner?” you asked him.

You were in a theater class together as a minor, you taking it because it seemed interesting and Jaemin taking it because his friends were there.

Your professor had gave the class an easy assignment to start the semester.

Perform a scene from any play or musical of your choice.

“How about something romantic? Oh! Like Romeo and Juliet!” he said excitedly and you shook your head.

“Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. Not a romance.” you told him. “But if that’s what you want to do then I guess we can do it.”

“Okay… What scene should we do?”

“Let’s do the scene where they die.” you suggested and Jaemin shrugged.

“Okay.”

He got up and told the professor what scene you 2 were going to reenact and the professor approved.

As you sat, eating your lunch, you looked up to see Jaemin and another guy sit opposite of you.

“Hey Y/n!” he said smiling at you and you only nodded at him.

“This is my friend, Jeno.” he said motioning towards the young man.

“Hi.” you said, feeling you cheeks warm slightly when Jeno smiled at you.

He was very handsome, you thought to yourself, looking away from him shyly.

“We didn’t discuss where we’re going to practice at in class so I was wondering where you wanted to practice at?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I always hangout at the garden so maybe we can practice there?” you suggested, turning your attention onto Jaemin who smiled.

“Alright, that sounds like a plan. Do you want to practice after school today?”

“Sure.”

“Is it alright if Jeno tags along?” he asked and you nodded.

“I don’t see why he can’t.”

Jaemin smiled brightly at you before saying goodbye and walking off, Jeno following behind him.

“How oft when men are at the point of death

Have they been merry, which their keepers call

A lightning before death! O how may I

Call this a lightning? O my love, my wife,

Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath” Jaemin said as you laid on the grass, your eyes closed. This is the 3rd time you were practicing this scene and Jaemin wanted to get it right. He messed up a bit but was determined to perfect the scene even though you told him that you had a whole week to get the scene right.

Jeno watched as his friend read from the phone screen.

“Hath had no power yet upon they beauty:

Thou art not conquer’d, beauty’s ensign yet

Is crimson in they lips and in they cheeks,

And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.” as he read from the screen, trying to become use to the words, he walked around, pretending like as if he was talking to someone.

Then he dropped to his knees as he said,

“Forgive me, cousin! Ah, dear Juliet,

Why art thou yet so fair?” the back of his hand caressed your cheek.

“Shall I believe

That unsubstantial Death is amorous,

And that the lean abhorred monster keeps

Thee here in dark to be his paramour?”

He sighs.

“For fear of that, I still will stay with thee,

And never from this palace of dim night

Depart again. Here, here will I remain

With worms that are thy chambermaids; O,

here

Will I set up my everlasting rest,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From this world-wearied flesh, Eyes, look your

last!” his brown eyes glanced at your body.

“Arms, take your last embrace!” he picked up your limp body, hugging you, leaning back as he said:

“And lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death!�� he leaned close for a kiss and you immediately opened your eyes, pushing him away, falling back to the ground as a result.

Jaemin looked at you confused and you looked away

“I uh… I never had my first kiss before okay?” you told him which caused him to laugh.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me that?” he laughed at you and you slightly pouted.

“I don’t know? Mostly because I’m embarrassed that at my big age, I still haven’t had my first kiss...” you said, folding your arms.

Jaemin came up to you, a smirk on his lips as he said:

“Maybe I can change that?” and your cheeks warmed up as your eyes widen at him then quickly turning your head away.

Jaemin felt a rush at your flustered attitude.

This was what he wanted when he asked you to be his partner.

Getting up, Jaemin lend out a hand and helped you up from the ground.

“You look cute all shy like that.” he commented causing you to frown slightly.

“Well if we’re done, I’ll be going home.” you said, getting your bag and walking away.

“See you tomorrow!” Jaemin yelled and you didn’t respond back.

He looked at Jeno.

“He’s a cutie right?” and Jeno just laughed.

As the days went by and you 2 practiced, Jaemin grew more and more interested in you and wanted to get to know you better, so he tried talking to you whenever he saw and though you would talk to him, your talks were usually short.

He would compliment you on your looks but you’d wouldn’t become as flustered as you did when he almost kissed you.

Though you were cold to him, he took this as a challenge and ended up asking your friends about you and they excitedly told him everything and anything about you.

He found out you were down to earth and rather sensitive at heart, a contrast from the coldness you showed him.

He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

What did he want from you exactly?

The way how your friends described you was honestly want he wanted in a partner but the way how you acted towards him was just… he just hated how cold you were towards him.

Maybe he was just being irrational with being upset at how you treated him.

He was so use to everyone throwing themselves at him that you not doing it threw him in for a loop.

It made him utterly confused.

Jaemin knew for sure though that he liked you.

I mean, he felt hurt whenever you didn’t reciprocate his advances towards you which was all the time.

You were driving him crazy these past few days and honestly, he didn’t want the project to end.

He jumped slightly when he heard knocking on the bathroom door.

“Yo… you okay?” asked Jeno and Jaemin replied: “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Okay...” Jeno walked away

Jaemin looked back into the mirror.

Honestly, for you to be his biggest fan was all he wanted most.

For you to follow him like a puppy was what he wanted.

He sighed once more, unlocking the bathroom door and leaving.

It was the night before the assignment and Jaemin thought that maybe inviting you out to a party would open you up a bit.

As you stood awkwardly with a cup in your hand, leaning against the wall you sighed to yourself.

This was such a bad idea.

You saw Jaemin who’s eyes caught yours and he came up to you.

“Y/n! I was looking for you! Are you having fun?” he asked, a smile on his lips.

“No, I’m not actually.” you told him over the music. “I kinda want to go home.”

“Aww, don’t leave! Come on, come with me.” he said holding out his hand and you grabbed it, walking behind him as he led you upstairs. He opened a door to a room and you walked in.

He went and sat on the bed, patting the side next to him.

“Take a seat.” he smiled and you walked over, sitting down next to him.

His eyes watched you and you glanced at him, looking away quickly as you soon realized he was drunk.

“You know, we’ve been doing this project for a week and I still haven’t seen you’ve smile or laugh.” he said. “I bet your smile is beautiful...”

You scratched your head, becoming uncomfortable.

You glanced back at him.

“What do you want?” you asked and one of his hands gently grabbed your face, turning it to look him.

“I just want to see you smile is all.” he said and you moved his hand from your face.

“You know what? I’m gonna go.” you said getting up only to be pulled back down onto the bed.

Your eyes widen as Jaemin looked at you with a look in his eyes that you couldn’t decipher, a blank expression on his face.

“Why don’t you like me Y/n? I like you. In fact, I may even be in love with you yet you treat me so coldly.” you bit your lip

“Jaemin, that’s just the way I am. It takes time for me to open up to people.”

“I’m special than most people though. You should be worshiping me.”

You looked at him confused.

“What?”

It was quiet for a moment and then Jaemin chuckled, letting you go and you got up, rubbing your wrist as you left the room, blaming the interaction on his drunkness.

He leaned back in the bed, a wicked smile on his face.

He knew now.

He knew why he talked to you on that fateful day, why he asked your friends about you, why he would even follow you around sometimes without you knowing.

He wanted you to praise him.

To hear your genuine words of praise… god, it would make him so happy.

Jaemin closed his eyes.

He couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

The class clapped, some cheering, as the 2 people bowed before sitting back down.

“Okay class quiet down.” the professor said.

“And next we have, Y/n and Jaemin performing a scene from Romeo and Juliet.” everyone clapped as you 2 got up from your chairs and went to the front of the class.

As you laid down on the floor and Jaemin recited his lines, your mind went to what happened last night.

What did he mean by ‘You should be worshiping me’?

You didn’t know and honestly, you didn’t want to find out.

“Here, here will I remain

With worms that are they chambermaids; O,

here

Will I set up my everlasting rest,

And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars

From the world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your

last!

Arms, take your last embrace!” he picked you up, hugging you tightly.

“And, lips, O you

The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss

A dateless bargain to engrossing death!”

He placed his lips onto yours. Pulling away, he gently placed you back on the ground.

“Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide!” he takes a small bottle out of his pocket.

“Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on

The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!” he said, looking at the bottle, eyes conveying the pain of Romeo rather convincingly.

“Here’s to my love!” and he took off the top and drunk from the bottle.

“O true apothecary!

Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.”

He kisses you one more time before pretending to die, falling a bit of ways from you.

You rise up.

Since it was only a 2 partner project, there was no one to play Friar Lawrence but still you looked around then looked up, pretending to talk to someone saying:

“O comfortable friar! Where is my lord?

I do remember well where I should be,

And there I am. Where is my Romeo?”

You got up, and went to Jaemin’s body.

“Go get thee hence, for I will not away.

What’s here? A bottle clos’d in my true love’s

hand?

Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end.

O churl, drunk all, and left no friendly drop

To help me after? I will kiss thy lips,

Haply some poison yet doth hang on them,

To make me die with a restorative.” you kissed his lips.

“They lips are warm.” you looked behind you.

“Yea, noise? Then I’ll be brief.” you looked back in front of you and went through one of Jaemin’s pockets taking out a plastic knife.

“O happy dagger,

This is they sheath;” you stab yourself.

“there rust and let me die.” you fall onto Jaemin’s body.

The class clapped, some cheered and you got up from Jaemin, smiling a small smile, you bowed along with him.

You 2 went back to your seats and watched the rest of the class perform their projects.

As you placed your books into your bag, you yawned, feeling tired from the day.

You got a A on your project with Jaemin and was happy that you passed.

You were also happy that maybe he’d leave you alone now but that wasn’t the case as he came into your classroom.

“Y/n. I wanted to talk to you.” he said, closing the door behind him.

You 2 were the only ones in the class.

You looked up at him as he came close to you.

“Okay. What do you want to talk to me about?” you asked once he stopped in front of you.

He smiled at you as he pushed you against the wall that your desk was conveniently next to, his smile dropping and that blank expression and unexplainable look from the party coming back to his eyes.

His arms caged you in and you looked up at him, honestly feeling scared.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes…” he said, his hand caressing your cheek.

“Where’s that cute smile you had from earlier, huh? Why can’t you smile for me?” he asked and you shook your head.

“Hmph… Don’t worry. After I’m done breaking you, I’ll build you into the perfect little pet.” he smiled at you, soon placing a kiss on your lips.

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lovestraykldz · 4 years ago

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icstay | chanlix

summary: it's another fall without him, and felix can't help but continue the habits he's started since the last day with chan. cw: implications of death i can’t stop thinking about you ,, rain taps the windows of the cafe as the door opens every so often; customers ordering, drinking, and leaving. the leaves resting on the cement outside become soaked and more fall from the rain pulling them. autumn’s crisp air visits the cafe with each customer, the place staying warm for only a few moments at a time. another fall without him. it doesn’t surprise me that more people walk in once school hours end. the shop is pretty well known around seoul as the menu doesn’t have much of a limit to it. he actually introduced me here our first year of high school. i take a sip of my earl grey tea and finish my coffee cake. outside, a high schooler says something to his friends and drops down to tie his shoe. he stands up and rushes to catch up to them, walking into the cafe seconds later. their group adds to the noise already bustling in the evening rush. i overhear one of them talk about visiting a pc room after they order and they’re all in. “i’m sorry. i can’t.” the others pester him as to why and he says, “my brother just got back home and he said he’s cooking tonight. i’ll go tomorrow.” his friends mutter okays and wave him goodbye as he goes home to his brother. my phone buzzes on the table and i almost feel something. hey, i just came back from uni. do you want to go out for a meal? my treat! i reply with an enthusiastic sure and turn off my phone when he says to meet him outside my complex at 18:00. after an hour or so, the cafe calms and my sister comes over from behind the counter. “hey,” she smiles lightly. i look to her as she sits in the seat beside me. nothing is said for a few moments until she sighs. “i have a date tonight, so,” she pauses, bites her lip carefully and continues. “i won’t be home until late. you don’t have to stay up.” i nod and take the last sip of my earl gray tea, taking it to the kitchen behind the counter. she follows me and asks if i’m mad. i shake my head. “why would i be mad?” the kitchen door opens and her coworker kihyun puts his things away as his shift is finished for the day. he leaves us afterwards and we’re in an awkward silence. “because it’s the fall..” she trails off and i can’t help but make a remark. “it being fall doesn’t mean anything. you find someone when you find them and you don’t let them go until you know. don’t make the same mistake i did.” the air stills and she looks at the floor like it’s the one she’s having a conversation with. i wash the mug and plate and leave them on the rack to dry. i look at the clock and it strikes a quarter to 18:00. “i have to go. have fun on your date. see you tomorrow,” i say and dry my hands, making my way home to change into something a bit more fitting for the occasion. i turn my phone on right before i walk into my apartment and jisung texts me a second later as i’d timed it. i’m downstairs! :) i reply an okay and slip on a pair of jeans, a white tee, my converse, and his hoodie. when i reach the front door of the building, i see jisung whistling and looking around. he sees me walk out and waves with a smile. “hey! how’ve you been?” he asks. i tell him the truth: okay. he nods and smiles as if okay was something spectacular to be. i ask him the same and says he finally got his own apartment and he’s going to adopt a puppy soon. he goes on about his future dog as we make our way to the restaurant. upon entering, the waitress at the front desk asks us how many and jisung answers a table for two. we’re seated after minute and given our menus. “your waiter will be with you soon,” she smiles and walks back to the front. i take out my phone and turn it off, setting it on the table beside my chopsticks. jisung notices and asks. something clicks and i ask myself like the protagonist in a drama, why’d i turn my phone off? “habit,” i answer simply and he nods, almost taking note of it. i stand by my action and keep my phone off but still ask myself why i’d turned it off. “felix,” he calls my name softly. i look up from my menu. “what’re you going to get?” he asks, tilting his head to the waiter waiting for me to place my order. “can i get pork belly and stir-fried rice cake,” i order and jisung follows with his and the waiter takes our menus, saying our orders will be up soon. he looks over at me with a slightly shock and confusion in his eyes. “you like pork belly?” he asks. i nod, asking myself why i ordered pork belly if i was already planning on eating stir-fried rice cake. do i even like pork belly? jisung seems to take note of this too, and he puts it aside bringing up how uni’s going. “it’s good,” i lie. i haven’t gone to classes since two weeks ago. my professors have emailed me saying if i don’t show up next week, they’ll either drop or fail me for the semester. i can’t tell him, though. he’s the only one treating me like i’m not broken and the moment he hears this i know he’ll try fixing it. he sighs, dropping his head and says my name as if i’m a child in trouble by his father. “have you even gone to your classes?” he asks, his eyes are now closed. i hum a yes and he looks up, a bit angered. “felix. please,” his expression goes soft. “tell me the truth. how’s uni? how are you?” he breathes carefully as if his breathing will push his questions to push me off the cliff. suddenly, finally, i feel something. i don’t know what to say. i want to say that uni sucks; that i’m not doing so well; that it’s getting harder to get out of bed again; that i can’t stop ordering the food he ordered on our dates; that i can’t stop turning off my stupid phone becasue without him i have no one i need to text; that all i can smell is his damn cologne; and that all i want to see his stupid face one last time. but all i can do, is cry. i don’t make a sound, and nothing falls, but the tears form heavily. he sees our waiter with the food and asks if we can get it to go. the waiter nods and goes back to place everything in containers. when he comes back with our take-out, jisung pays quickly and we leave. once we reach my apartment, he starts opening the bags. “do you want to watch a movie?” he asks. i agree and put on howl’s moving castle, hiring the volume enough so we can watch it from the kitchen table. once the movie finishes, we get up and i start clearing the table and sink for the night. “hey, jisung,” i mumble. he hums softly in response. i put the dishes down and let the water run as i ask, “how’d you get over minho?” i look over and he has his head down, maybe thinking. he looks up and smiles lightly, “i didn’t. sometimes, you just learn to live with the memories they leave behind. it took me a while to start smiling again,” he pauses and looks down again. “the last year of high school and starting uni weren’t the best. i couldn’t get up; i didn’t want to. all i wore for months was his cardigan he left behind.” jisung sighs and leans against the couch, still smiling softly. “i’d even check my phone a lot; i thought he’d text me or something. don’t even get me started on the pictures,” he chuckles. i let my head down and think, so, i’m never getting over him ,,? “thing is,” jisung continues. “it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to. i know i didn’t lose him like you lost chan. can’t imagine what it’s like.. i’m sorry.” i shake my head, “it’s not your fault.” “it’s not your fault either,” he sighs, standing up. “i should go. it’s getting pretty late. i’ll text you. keep your phone on tomorrow?” i nod with a faint smile and he smiles back, waving and leaving to his place. i’m alone in my apartment for a couple more hours till my sister gets back, so i decide talk as if he’s still here. “hey, chan,” i try to smile. this is stupid.. but it’s all i have. “i hope you made it to the happy place you always told me about.” tears start bubbling up. “i miss you, a lot. i still wear the hoodie you gave me for my birthday. it’s still really soft,” i chuckle lightly. “i hope you’re not mad that i’m using your cologne on the hoodie.” there it is: the first tear i’ve let fall since that day. “i miss you so much, chan. fuck!” i let out, going to the ground. “how can i forget you?! i can’t stop fucking thinking about you!” i try to breathe, and let out one more cry. “i can’t stop thinking about you..” ☽ !disclaimer!: i wrote this without knowing if chan is passed or not, so i myself am not sure what the situation is.

#stray kids #skz #lee felix #bang chan #bangchan #han jisung #lee minho #lee know #minsung #chanlix #mlm #lgbt #gay couple #ff #stray kids ff #skz ff

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loudsuitlover · 5 years ago

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Doctor Harry XIV. Salir.

A/N: I personally love this. I hope you enjoy it too! :)

***Preview:

It's funny to me that she thinks my infatuation with her is about her neckline. I mean, sure, it got me breathless when I saw her tonight because she doesn’t usually dress like this and man, she looks like some sort of sex goddess; but it’s just so much more than that. It’s the way she walks, the way she bites her bottom lip, the way she calls me off…

After she unbuttons my shirt, her warm hands caress my exposed chest and she takes my shirt down my arms until it joins my jacket. Her eyes roam my chest before she smiles and takes the air out of my lungs.

“Naked Harry is my favourite Harry, you know?”

Fuck... She’s so naughty tonight. I feel her nails sinking down the skin of my shoulders before she scratches my chest and watches the pink mark she’s leaving with lustful eyes.

“Next time, don’t take so long before you kiss me.”

She pouts and it seems to have a direct line with my cock, especially when her plump bottom lip sticks out. I want to bite it and suck it into my mouth and lick it until we’re both out of breath. This girl is going to drive me crazy. I don’t know what she wants from me.

INDIE’S POV

Antonio Vega floods my room as I stare mindlessly at the notes professor Gibbins sent me. Not only did he send me the notes from the seminar I missed on Monday, he’s also sent me the notes for the rest of the week. He always sends us the notes but since he does that before lectures, we still have to add the stuff we discuss in class but I can tell he rewrote these notes after the lectures because I can read question: and answer: and it just fills my heart to imagine him writing those down for me. He must be such an incredible friend because he’s kind to everybody, I can only imagine how great he must treat his friends.

And talking about friends… I haven’t yet seen Jason or Ollie. Marie came over for lunch yesterday again but this time it was on me. I am a lot better now, I’d say I’m okay now, I just haven’t been going to the lectures because my teachers are doctors and the lectures hall is right after the hospital. It’s dangerous to go near a hospital with the flu. Some people there just can’t dare to get it.

But I know nothing from Ollie or J either. Olivia just doesn’t participate on the group chat and when Jason does it’s never to say something about himself. I hope he’s talking to the girls at least or that he just doesn’t have much to tell. Considering his situation, that’s a good thing.

I miss them though. I miss the Golden Girls and I miss going out with them and having a drink and trying to find a guy for Marie. I don’t know how long for I’m going to stand not talking to Ollie. I don’t know how she does it. I really miss her.

Harry: What are you doing tonight?

I try to get back to my surgery notes and ignore Harry’s text. I don’t know what I’m doing tonight but I don’t know if I want to see him. Okay, I’m lying, I seem to always want to see him but I don’t know if that’s what’s best for me.

Wednesday was the strangest day of my life. I woke up before he did for once and I let him sleep in. After what had happened in the am, and him almost crying and me not knowing how to comfort him, I thought he needed that sleep yet those hours of alone time and silence did no good to my racing thoughts.

I felt terrible. I still remember that feeling on the pit of my stomach that went up all the way to my throat. I felt terrible for him and I felt terrible for Dylan, I felt terribly guilty for both of them.

I don’t know why I want to know what was Harry’s turning point so bad. I’ve never been a nosy person, but maybe even that he’s rubbing off on me; and the uncertainty is curiosity’s best friend so I set my imagination free.

He can’t have lost the love of his life too. That would be too much of a coincidence but somehow, and in a fucked-up way, that would settle me down. If he was doing the same thing I am doing, I wouldn’t feel so guilty. He would have his own Dylan and I would be his Harry and that would make things better but that’s just a selfish thought and anyway the likelihood that that’s what’s wrong with him is so small it’s not even worth considering it.

Then I consider drugs. He does take diazepam in order to sleep and even though that’s not necessarily doing drugs, I read somewhere that anaesthetists are the kind of doctors who more often did drugs because of the easy access. What if he started taking amphetamines so as to study, that would partially explain his brilliance, and then he just couldn’t get out of it? He’s under so much pressure too and pressure and stress and not wanting to disappoint anyone are the perfect storm for an addiction like that.

I really hope that’s not the case. I don’t think I can go through that again but I’d feel terrible leaving him alone to deal with that if I found out that’s the case. I mean Harry is not my responsibility, his life is none of my business and I don’t have nor need to help him. Plus I wouldn’t even know how, I’m not a therapist. But I’ve been through this once already and if I couldn’t help Dylan, why would I be able to help him?

I wonder if I could ever share that with him. I’ve never shared that with anyone. Not even with Jason or Coco but they know because they’ve lived it too. Not like me but they saw it. I hate that he triggers me so much. I’m fine when I don’t think about, I’m fine when I don’t think about it.

“Blue…”

I turn around from my chair and face my begging sister. I know that tone, she’s going to ask for something. I give her a knowing look and she bites her bottom lip.

“What are you doing tonight?”

I think about Harry’s text.

“Nothing.” I shrug. “Catching up on studying I guess.”

She walks slowly and somehow dramatically inside my room until she takes a seat on my bed. She’s wearing party clothes, a black mini skirt and a white silk blouse crossed at the front. I frown. I don’t know where this is going.

“It’s Elvis Buchanan’s birthday party tonight-”

“Oh no, no, no, no.” I don’t let her finish.

Those parties are just a combination of everything I hate. It’s just rich guys trying to prove to rich girls they’re as rich as their daddies and then someone showing you their fancy car and offering to take you home just so they can make out with you and then tell the rest of them. No, no, no, there’s no way I’m going to one of those.

When I was sixteen, that was all I did. Going to stupid parties with stupid people and buying stupid ridiculously expensive dresses and just try not to be left out because that’s what always happens, that’s all they know how to do, making you feel bad. But I’ve come a long way from there and I am not about to go back there.

“Please!” Coco pouts. “Chicco’s gonna be there.”

“Chicco’s a complete ass.”

“He’s not! Please, please, please.”

She’s giving me puppy eyes. I’m so sorry for her. Her friend Amanda left to Paris when they started uni and she was the only decent person in that circle so now Coco’s all alone with all those bitches. I wish she’d just ignore them like Rio and I do, but she’s just more fit for that high society than my brother and I ever were.

Harry: Do you have plans?

“Coco, those people-”

“I know, I know what you’re going to say but not all of us are as lucky as you and have friend as great as yours.” She sighs and looks away from me but I can still see her pout.

Oh, Coco, if you knew I’m not so sure I even have friends anymore.

“Chicco’s gonna be there and the rest of girls too… Daniela too… If I don’t go then they might get their way with him. I almost have him, Blue! He was here the other night! And had sushi with me! And he doesn’t like sushi!”

That makes me chuckle. Gosh, I don’t know what to do. I think leaving the house might do me good and I actually feel like going out but I want to go out with my real friends not with these rich kids. I bite my bottom lip.

Harry: Hey, rich girl

Harry: Don’t play hard to get

Harry: Tell me

Harry: Am I worth your precious time or not?

He has to be kidding me. I hate it when people call me that. It’s not my fault my family is wealthy but I’m not just that. I don’t want to be any of that.

Harry: You’re so boring, Indie…

“The girls said someone from your hospital was invited too. Guido Matteoti’s older brother…” Coco adds. “I think his name is Marco. They’re obviously Italian.”

“Mario.” I look up from my phone to her and her eyebrows raise on her forehead.

“Mario, yeah, that’s the one. Do you know him? He’s hot, they say.”

“He went out with Olivia a few times.” I tell her.

“He did?” Her eyes widen in bliss. “Maybe Ollie’s coming then! Did you text her?”

I shake my head. I haven’t texted her since last Saturday but I don’t think she’s going to be there. But maybe she is? She could have been invited anyway. Ollie moves in that high-class circle too… And she bought a Stella McCartney dress a couple days ago… And I want to see her.

“Alright, I’m going but-”

Coco doesn’t let me finish my conditions as she wraps her thin arms around me and squeezes me.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re leaving if they start talking about cars to you or if someone orders a Dom Perignon special edition.”

I chuckle.

“I’m going to have a look through your closet. Don’t really like this shirt, it makes my legs look like two loose pieces of thread.”

I throw my head back and laugh. My clothes are oversized for her but if she likes anything she can take it. I text Harry back before I start getting ready myself.

Indie: I already have plans.

Indie: Sorry.

He’s online but he’s not answering. He types, he deletes it, he types, he deletes it. Honestly I don’t know what he was expecting. He really does think I’m going to drop everything for him whenever he wants me to. I’m not a toy.

I decide on a bodycon dress I’ve already worn hundreds of times before. It’s elegant and for some reason I feel comfortable with it even if it’s far more revealing that the clothes I normally wear. The neckline is low cut for starters but I like it, it flatters my chest. It’s got a tight champagne-grey lining embellished with a geometrical pattern of silver sequins and pearls. I combine it with champagne heels and a champagne clutch bag and leave my wavy hair down.

“Wow” Coco gapes at me and I give her a smile.

“Do you like it?”

“You do know you look like a goddess right? Man, I wish I had your curves.”

“I wish I had your legs.”

“You mean these needles?” She pouts.

I stare at her. She looks so gorgeous and so elegant on that dress. In the end she chose a bodycon dress with a low v neckline with a pattern of horizontal stripes with fringes, and sequins and pearls. The colours remind me of those of a majestic peacock with back and turquoise and indigo blue. The dress flatters her to perfection and her long, straight dark hair falls on her back making her look like some sort of aboriginal princess.

“You look incredible, Coco.”

“Your boobs look huge too!” She compliments? I guess.

I laugh and push her away from my room and towards the door. We’re taking a cab to the party and the taxi driver is already waiting outside.

Elvis Buchanan’s house is ridiculously huge. The kind of huge that could only be explained if you live together with another fourteen people. I don’t understand why anyone would need a house this big. It’s just plain silly.

Coco and I walk along the path that leads from the opened metal fence of the entrance to the house and I notice the tasteful tiny white stones that decorate the green grass. They look like hail.

A guy from the Buchanan’s service opens the door for us and I do a quick scan of the crowd hoping to find Olivia. It doesn’t matter how many people there are in a room, you can always spot Olivia. That’s how gorgeous she is. But I don’t see her.

Coco lets me know where Chicco is and to my surprise I see him talking to some other guys, not surrounded by slender rich girls like I had imagined him, so I take Coco’s coat and tell her I’ll leave it wherever it is we’re supposed to leave it for her. The longer I can be away from the party the better. I decide on asking the guy who opened the door for us where I should leave the coats but I get a call from a Marie.

“Hi, lovey.” I greet her.

“Hi, Indie-pixie, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you, and you?”

I want to ask her about Olivia. Whether she knows if she’s going to be here or not. I also want to ask her why in the world she’s not at all angry after what she did to Mario. Especially considering how judgy Marie can be; her words, not mine.

“I’m good too. You didn’t check the group that’s why I’m calling. Listen, Jason invited us all to have dinner at his house and then we can go out for a drink or maybe go to 505.”

Us all? I frown.

“I’m not stepping a foot in that house.”

“Come on, Indie, David is not even going to be there.”

“Oh, is he on a satanic spiritual retreat?”

“Indie…”

I sigh.

“I already have plans, Marie.”

“Oh.” I can hear the surprise on her voice. “Are you with Harry?”

“No, I’m with Coco. I went with her to this birthday party. You know, family friends’ stuff.”

“Oh.” That surprises her even more. “But you hate those things.” She chuckles.

“Yeah, but Coco doesn’t.” Plus, I thought Olivia would be here but I guess she’s having dinner at Jason’s now. “Anyway, I gotta go. I need to find out where to keep our coats.”

“Okay, have fun, honey.”

“You too. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I keep my phone on my purse and ask the guy that opened the door for us. He says there’s a cloakroom service. My face must speak for me because he chuckles along before I shake my head and disappear down the hall.

There is a freaking cloakroom service! I can’t believe this. Luckily, there’s no one waiting so I’m going to participate in this pathetic situation as little as possible. The girl gives me a polite smile as I hand over our coats but she doesn’t even take them as another guy jumps in and hands in his.

“Keep this one, please.”

She goes attend him and completely ignores me.

“Hey! It’s my turn!”

“Miss” The girl from the cloakroom tries to stop me but when the guy faces me I just raise my eyebrows.

His dark brown eyes set on me and his frown relaxes into a smile. His hair is dark and up in a casual quiff and his skin is tanned. He’s got a beautiful smile but he was still rude.

“That’s okay, Elisabeth.” He tells the girls. “Keep her coat in and then you can keep this one.”

“Okay, sir.”

Sir? He’s like a boy!

“Just so you know, if I get in trouble for this, it’d be your fault.” He points a finger at me giving me another smile.

“What do I care?”

I tilt my neck and stare back at the girl and I see her eyes widening. My rude attitude is probably freaking her out. It’s not usual for girls from my status to talk like that, especially to someone they don’t even know, but who cares? This guy came in here thinking he owns the place and trying to jump the queue and now he thinks he can win me over with that white teeth smile. The girl hands me a red silk ribbon with a number on and I keep it on my purse. The brunette offers me his hand and I look at it and then at him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“What’s yours?”

I see the girl opening her eyes even wider from the corner of my eyes. She reminds me of Marie, with her judgy faces and her polite words.

“Heard that, Elisabeth?” He’s still grinning at me. “You’d think your guests would know your name at your birthday party.”

Elvis Buchanan. I should have guessed. He did not walk in here as if he owned the place, he does own the place. Well, all the more reason to consider him rude, jumping the queue over your own guest.

“You came here with someone?” I nod at his question. “And your date didn’t even take care of your coat.” He purses his lips disapprovingly.

“I can take care of my own coat.”

He grins, he liked my answer. He amuses me so I give him a smile before I walk away. He reminds me of Harry.

“You didn’t tell me your name.” He calls me out.

“Indigo.” It’s his birthday after all and this is his house, I can’t be that rude. “Anderson.”

“You’re Coco’s sister?”

I nod and he nods slower, readjusting his black suit jacket before he walks past me.

“I gotta go now but I hope we can talk some more later. Just walk straight up to me, yeah? I gotta feeling people won’t get off my back tonight, since it’s my birthday and all that shit.”

I smile and nod. It seems like I’m gonna like this guy after all. He’s at least interesting and that’s a lot more than I can say for the vast majority of them.

“Oh, miss, you’re lucky you’re pretty.” The girl from the cloakroom giggles. “I was honestly suffering for you. I thought he was going to kick you out.”

“Is he that bad?” I ask her.

“Aren’t they all?” She rolls her eyes.

I throw my head back and laugh and her eyes widen again when she realizes, after all, I am one of them.

“Sorry.”

I dismiss her and silently pray for her to keep her job. I bet it sucks though because I’m sure every guy tries to hit on her. She’s pretty too and rich guys have a tendency to think they can have anything they want, more so if the girl they’re hitting on is not high class. They’re trash but that we all know.

I make my way inside the insanely huge living room and have a look around to see if I can spot Coco. She’s laughing at Chicco’s terrible jokes. I can’t hear them but I bet they suck. I try to get away from the dance floor before one of those guy who are uninvitedly throwing dirty glances at me thinks it’s safe to approach me and instead I make my way towards the bar. I’ll get a drink before I have to dodge familiar faces in my search for Mario. I mean, Coco said he’ll be here and if I have to spend the night waiting for Chicco to actually kiss her, I might as well do it with someone I like. I didn’t know Mario moved in this circle either so finding out about it might be interesting.

My phone vibrates on my purse though so I get it out before I order. I frown when I see Jason’s name. I should pick up but I’m still hurt by what he said the other night to me and I don’t want to do this over the phone. If this is about me not going to his stupid dinner, he has to understand I won’t go to that house. I keep my phone on my purse. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. When the waitress looks at me, I open my mouth to order but she places a drink in front of me. I frown.

“Bulldog and Fever Tree Mediterranean, right?”

“Yes but how did you-”

She smiles and points at the other end of the bar and I can’t believe my eyes. Harry’s smile goes beyond his cheerful mesmerising green eyes and I could fall on my knees.

I grip my drink and don’t take my eyes off him- I couldn’t if I wanted to- as he makes his way towards me. Everything around him disappears to me for he drinks all of my attention. He’s without a doubt the most handsome, sexy and magnetic man in this room, and in every other. He looks so dreamy, like some sort of eye candy in a light pink shirt and a dark grey suit that makes him look like some sort of illusion.

I’m completely spellbound and it’s almost hard to stand on my feet. I feel my blood running fiercely through my veins and my heart beating wildly and I just saw him. This reaction is not normal and I know that, this has never happened to me, but I can’t control it.

From this distance, there’s nothing I don’t like about him. The way he looks, the way he walks, the way he smiles, the way he’s looking at me; even the way he lifts my chin with two fingers and closes my gaping mouth. How embarrassing.

“It’s a good thing I got you a drink, right? Bet your mouth is dry already.”

I roll my eyes. You see from this distance, I can hear him talk, so there are some things I don’t like about him. He chuckles though.

“So this was your plan” He guesses. I don’t answer but he keeps on with his monologue. “You must be at ease here, right? With all these posh rich kids…”

I don’t mean to but my face says what my words don’t because I feel my eyebrows cocking and he grins wider. He’s annoying me but for some reason he’s doing it on purpose.

“If that’s what you think then what are you doing here?”

“I was invited.” He shrugs.

“What an upgrade” I smile bitchily like these girls do “a nobody from Bellamond in a posh rich kids’ party…”

His jaw clenches. He only likes these games when he’s the one playing them. Well, I don’t like it when he calls me posh rich kid either so fuck him and his feelings. A tall brunette man swats Harry’s back before his brown eyes set on me. He roams my body up and down nastily and makes me uncomfortable.

“Styles, who’s this beauty here?” He grins at me.

“No one.”

His words hurt me but I won’t show it. No one? Is that what I am to him? His friend laughs.

“I’m William Buchanan.”

Another Buchanan. Man, I’m gonna meet the whole family.

“She’s Barbie’s brunette’s friend and we were just leaving.” Harry answer for me and pushes me away but I pull away from his hold and give him a death glare.

“I’m Indigo.” I shake his hand.

“Wow” Willian Buchanan smiles “so your name is as pretty as your face.”

I want to roll my eyes so bad at him but I keep it together. Harry’s standing next to me and he’s nervous. I like it. I’ve never seen him act like this before and he was just a jerk so he deserves it.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, are you-”

“Hey” The little brother joins the party and Harry tenses up next to me. “Do you know my brother?” His brown eyes bore into mine and I think I can sense some warning.

I look at Harry but he’s looking away and then my eyes set back on the Buchanan brothers.

“No.” I frown.

“Better that way.”

“Elvis, what the hell?”

“Just go away, Will, please. Leave my guests alone.”

I stand flabbergasted at their interaction and Harry stands next to me tensed like a block of ice. Elvis waits for his brother to disappear before he gives me a gentle smile.

“I’m sorry about that, my brother is not a good guy.” He wrinkles his nose. “If I were you, I’d dodge him.”

“That’s not a nice thing to say about a sibling.”

He nods his head.

“Exactly, just imagine how terrible he must be for me to warn you. See you around?”

“See you around.”

Before he leaves, I stop him placing my hand on his bicep and he looks at my hand before he looks at me.

“Thank you.”

He gives me a smile before he finally walks away. When he does, I turn so I’m facing Harry and find him frowning.

“Do you know the Buchanans?” He asks me.

“No, do you?”

He shakes his head and surprises me as he places his hand gently on my waist.

“Would you like to go outside with me?”

I would love to but before I can answer, Mario, another two guys and two girls reach us. I greet Mario with a hug and he introduces me to his brother, Guido, and the two girls, Savannah and Anastasia. Harry’s let go from me and I don’t fail to notice the way Savannah looks at him and then at me. I almost smirk to myself.

It's clear she was hoping to sleep with him and I wonder if she would have gotten it if I wasn’t here. She’s breath-taking and I gotta the feeling that Harry’s rather easy, not just with me. I almost laugh when she tries to wrap a slim arm around Harry’s waist and he discreetly dodges her contact.

They invite me to sit with them. Apparently Harry was already with them before he went to the bar to get a drink and found me. I steal a look at Harry from the corner of my eye. I guess he was going to order water or some soft drink but I take it these people might not even know he doesn’t drink at all.

We sit down on some couches and this time Harry seems to wait for me to sit down and then he sits next to me. He rests his hands on the back of the couch behind me so even though he’s not touching me at all, it kind of looks as if we were together.

I learn Mario’s family owns hotels and he tells me how his brother and he have to endure these torturous fancy parties so their parents keep their contacts. I already liked Mario but after knowing he comes from the same circle I do and that he also doesn’t care about this, I like him even more.

Like last time I had a drink with him, we click and talk about anything and everything and it takes him almost an hour to ask me about Ollie.

“I just don’t know what to do.” He shrugs. “I thought we had fun and she told me she did and it sounded sincere to me but… Now she doesn’t pick up my calls and it takes her days to answer my texts…”

And you’re still trying? I suck my lips inside my mouth. I need to tell him. He’s such a good guy, he doesn’t deserve what Olivia’s doing to him.

“Listen, Olivia’s just… A free bird, you know?” But she’s my friend and friends’ have each other’s back. “She’s not the type of girl to settle down.” I shrug. “It’s not about you.”

“Oh.”

He gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. I think he had gotten there on his own.

“I’m just so inclined to fall in love, you know?” He chuckles. “It’s always the same story.”

His words surprise me. I thought girls were the ones inclined to fall in love and the fact that he’s saying that only makes me want to protect him more. He must sense the surprise on my face because he laughs.

“What? You weren’t expecting that?”

Harry straightens his back next to me and I wait for his smart comment.

“Guys fall in love too, you know, Indie?” There it is.

I give him a look and my eyes meet his amused ones. He’s clearly messing with me but I’d much rather have this Harry than the one calling me a posh rich kid. I roll my eyes at him and look back at Mario. He’s smiling.

“I just thought that was more typical of girls.”

“That’s incredibly sexist.” Harry complains and I swat his arm and he laughs along with Mario.

“I mean I’ve only had a girlfriend but it was the same with her really. It was like way faster for me than it was for her, you know? But still she got there.”

No, don’t keep your hopes up with Olivia! She’s gonna break your heart, Mario, she’s gonna break your heart. I try to push my thought away giving him a smile. I feel the alcohol on my system already and I notice I’m a little woozy because Harry’s scent and warmth is pulling me under his spell even more than usual. All of a sudden I want him to wrap his arm around my shoulders so this Savannah girl would stop stealing glances at him.

Coco waves her hand at me and gives me a cheerful smile before he has a look at Chicco and when she realizes he’s preoccupied ordering the drinks she gives me a thumbs up. I chuckle at her antics. I can tell she’s tipsy already. From the corner of my eye, I see Guido unconsciously smiling as his eyes fix on her.

I wonder if they’ve met. I don’t understand why Coco is so obsessed with Chicco when she could easily have a guy like Guido, sweet and polite and funny. And then I realize, I’ve actually been having fun in this stupid fancy party.

Turning my body on the couch, I face Harry and he gives me a confused look. He’s been so quiet, only adding hater comment every once in a while and he hasn’t even tried to touch me. I make sure he can see my exposed legs and chest and my belly tightens when his eyes drop to my breasts. I don’t normally like it when a guy stares at my chest, hence why I don’t normally wear low cut necklines, but for some reason it drives me wild that he does it. I guess, even after all the times he’s told me he thinks I’m beautiful and after having sex with him multiple times, it still thrills me that he actually does find me attractive. And he looks so good tonight… I bite my bottom lip. I want to have him so bad.

“Are you not having fun?” I ask him and tilt my chest in order to give him a full view.

His eyes drop to my breasts again. I love this.

“In this stupid party?” He frowns. “It’s not really my thing.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

“Well I got stood up this evening.”

His beautiful green eyes stare into mine firmly and his calm contrast my longing. I’m not sure he’s talking about me. My lips part as I bore my eyes into his, trying to read him. I hope he is talking about me because the thought that he might be talking about someone else, a real date he had tonight that stood him up, and that he only texted me after that left a sour feeling on the pit of my stomach that I don’t like. He seems to sense my discomfort and for the first time tonight he grants me his contact. His fingers caress my temple before he tacks a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I’m happy you’re here.” He promises. “Even though I would never bring you here.”

Bring me here. When did he become mushy? I think about our date, our single date. After that, he got what he wanted and he has never asked to take me out ever since.

“Where would you take me?”

“My bed.” He smirks.

Of course. Where else? Sex is everything he wants from me. I feel suddenly embarrassed so I look away from him. I spot Coco on the dance floor and my desperation to feel Harry’s touch gets the better of me.

“Would you like to dance?” With me?

He just shakes his head but his green eyes don’t leave mine. I can’t believe I just had him on my mouth a couple days ago and now he doesn’t even want to dance with me. I wonder if he just wants to be left alone with endless-legs-Savannah. I don’t want to blush so I look away from him and back to the dance floor. There seems to be several people between Coco and Chicco so it might be safe to check on my sister. That way I can leave Harry and Miss Universe alone too. Before I stand up, I turn my body away from his and I think I feel his fingers skim my low back but I’m already standing.

“I don’t dance, baby.”

I shrug, feigning I don’t care.

“That’s fine.”

I hand him my purse and silently leave him as the guardian and make my way towards the dance floor without saying another word. I don’t even have to draw Coco’s attention because she turns around as if on cue and as soon as she sees me we both start dancing like nobody is watching. Dua Lipa’s Don’t Start Now fills our ears as we both let her voice move our bodies.

I think it’s the first time I actually have fun at one of these parties and it has nothing to do with Harry for he’s been off all night. It would have been a lot more fun if Ollie had been there too. Also if Jason and Marie were here dancing with us. Jason’s so funny when he dances to this song… I wonder if they’re having as much fun as I am. I hope so, even though it still makes me a little jealous. I wish things were different, I wish everything was normal between us, like it used to be… It hurts to be apart from them more than I let out.

When my eyes look back up, they meet Elvis’ amused ones. He grins at me and takes my smile as an invitation to come closer. Coco’s eyes and mouth widen right behind him as he stands in front of me and I try to ignore her as best as I can but I am feeling all giddy. I’m drunker than I thought.

“Damn.” He’s got a beautiful smile.

I roll my eyes but smile back.

“You’re a good dancer, Indigo.” He compliments. “Don’t stop because of me.”

Fearlessly I start swaying my hips and my chest again at Dua Lipa’s rhythm and see the way his eyes roam my body. I would much rather have Harry looking at me like that but after his rejection, Elvis’ attention is boosting my confidence. After all, he’s the birthday boy and very handsome, I take it half the girls here would want him to give them the attention he’s giving me. He tilts his neck as he watches me.

“But dance with me, birthday boy.”

He laughs but obliges and I try not to laugh. I don’t know why but most guys’ dance moves are funny to me. I mean when they try to act all manly and stuff, it’s just funny. I guess that part of me is happy Harry declined my dancing request.

“You can laugh.” Elvis tells me grinning. “I know I’m a funny dancer but that’s just ‘cause my body doesn’t stop me.”

He then starts doing the most weird dance move I’ve ever seen, acting like some sort of snake, and I throw my head back and laugh but he doesn’t seem to mind because he keeps it up, showing me some more ridiculous dance moves. I start imitating him and he laughs too and like that we start some sort of ridiculous dance competition.

“I take it this is your birthday gift.” He tells me.

My eyes widen. Oh, God, we didn’t bring a birthday gift. He laughs and points a finger at me. It’s the second time he’s pointed a finger at me tonight.

“I’m kidding, woman.” He laughs. “You should have seen your face!”

I swat his chest but he grips my wrist and turns me around so my back is against his front. We’re not touching and I appreciate his respect. The only man I want to touch me is sitting on the couch. Wait, no, he’s not. I panic and stop, looking for him around the huge living room. Again, another uncalled-for reaction but I’m getting used to them.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Elvis’ hand rests on my shoulder.

“Elvis” I need to stop him now before he gets his hopes up, I can’t go around criticizing Olivia and then acting like her. “You are really nice and really handsome but” the good thing is he’s smiling “I didn’t come here for you. As a matter of fact, I didn’t even know it was your birthday.”

He frowns but is still grinning so I take it he’s just confused.

“You’re with that guy who was with you earlier.”

“I mean” My head starts shaking uncontrollably “we’re not like together-together but, uh, I just don’t know where he is and… I’d like to go find him.” I smile at him, hoping that would excuse me.

He’s still grinning. I don’t get this guy. No one has ever taken a rejection so nicely.

“Okay, well, just to be clear, since you’re not together-together” he mimics me “I think you are really pretty and funny and I was hitting on you, I’m not gonna play it down. I appreciate that you told me that and” he offers me his hand and I shake it amused “it’s been a pleasure not flirting with you.” He grins. “Now-”

“Hey, Indie, what are you doing?” Harry cuts him off as rudely as he can go.

I almost feel embarrassed on his behalf but Elvis’ grin only widens. He offers him his hand for Harry to shake and he does just that. I don’t think I’ve ever been more uncomfortable than right now.

“This is him, right?”

Harry looks at me and then back at Elvis and I just look straight ahead. If I don’t make eye contact with any of them, they might think I’m not here.

“Sorry, man.” Harry’s words surprise me.

When I look at him, he’s tilting his neck and raising his eyebrows and his lips are pursed as if he was actually sorry for Elvis. Elvis, on the other hand, just looks amused like a little boy who heard a good joke. I wonder how old he’s turning. He looks way younger than Harry and even myself.

“It was nice meeting you, Indigo.” Elvis bows his head with a charming smile and then he just turns around and leaves.

I face Harry, ready to scold him for his childish possessive behaviour but he just hands me my purse and gets me confused.

“Here” he says “don’t leave me on charge of these things, I’m not used to it, almost forget it on the couch.”

I get the purse and don’t look at him. It bothers me that he’s been ignoring me, that he didn’t even want to dance with me, and when he sees me having fun with another guy he just appears claiming me like I was his pet and it bothers me even more because I know he sleeps with other girls but he doesn’t want me to do the same? Who the hell does he think he is?

“Are you okay?”

Well, no. I feel like some… convenient girl. I don’t want him to read me so I keep my eyes fixed to his expensive shoes.

“Why did you do that?”

I dare to look him in the eyes and the emotion in them takes me by surprise. Once again, I can’t read him. Warm hands cups my face until our lips touch. It’s timid at first and in that moment I don’t care who’s around, who could see, whether this is inappropriate or not. I embrace his closeness and let my lips move against his. He places one hand on my low back and closes the gap between us until there’s not enough space for air. It’s just clothes and longing as his tongue slides over mine in a delicious, slow caress. If he wasn’t holding my waist, I’m afraid my knees would have failed me and I’d be on the floor now.

“Why did it take you so long to even touch me?” I complain against his lips.

I feel him smile against my lips.

“I tried touching you before and you dodged me.”

“You didn’t want to dance with me.” I whine pulling away so I can look into his eyes.

“I didn’t want to dance.” He clarifies. “But you are driving me crazy with this fucking dress.”

He tacks a strand of hair behind my ear and pulls me into another kiss with his hand on my cheek. My hands find his hair too and I tangle my fingers and pull from some soft locks on the back of his neck. He’s disassembling me and I feel like I can’t trust my legs.

“Harry…” I all but gasp against his lips.

“No.”

I pull away and stare confused into his eyes.

“Call me like you do.”

“Love?”

“What?”

“Let’s get out of here.”

He nods before he pecks my lips again. I have one last look at Coco but the way people around us are looking at me intimidates me. Family friends look at me disapprovingly and I try to have their stares slip down my body but for some reason it affects me. I say my goodbye to Coco and after she reassures me that she’ll be fine, Harry and I make our way to the cloakroom.

As we wait for our coats, I can’t help my mind from entertaining the thoughts that those judgemental stares have put inside. I could easily think those girls were just jealous. After all, the most handsome man in the whole party was kissing me and not them and in front of everyone at that but deep down I know I feel embarrassed because I can’t help but feel somewhat dirty.

This is stupid, I thought I could easily do this but now I can’t push those thoughts away and it angers me because it’s sexist and I don’t want to be but- I wish my mind could just shut down.

“Baby,” Harry places his hand on my shoulder “it doesn’t matter what they think… You’re better than all of these people together.”

His words touch me. I bore my eyes into his green, sincere ones.

“Do you really think that?”

“Of course.”

His words calm me only partially because they also mean he also noticed the way those people stare at us so it’s not just in my head. I don’t know why this is affecting me like that.

“I’m…” He stutters as the cloakroom girl gives us our coats.

I told her to keep Coco’s and give her my sister’s full name and she nods. Harry already has his coat on and is frowning when I turn around. He waits for me to put on my coat with his hands on his pockets and then the two of us make our way outside in sudden silence. I’m about to ask him what’s wrong when he speaks.

“Do you regret it?”

He takes me off guard so I stop on my tracks.

“What?”

“Us.” His green eyes study me.

Do I? I guess part of me does. The part of me that doesn’t want to be seen as an easy girl, enchanted by an older guy’s charms, and the part of me who refused to have a pink stethoscope like the one my father got me because I thought it would only make it harder to be respected in the hospital. I know a woman shouldn’t be judged by those things but I also know we are and until that changes, we gotta do what we gotta do.

There’s another part of me that regrets the way I feel about him, the part of me that’s attached to Dylan beyond life and love themselves.

But the bigger part of me… I’m learning a lot from Harry. Not just about sex, but also about men and about me. I had never dreamt I could enjoy sex like I do with him or that I could feel the way I feel when he kisses me or when I touch him, even when I see him. I guess I just thought I was never going to feel that… Happy, again, after Dylan passed.

He makes me laugh too, even though he has a weird sense of humour, but I like that he shows me that part of him too. And he not only bears me but seems to enjoy my company, even seeks it; and that’s saying a lot, all things consider. I know I’m difficult. So I think… If I went back to that first dinner with him, knowing all I know now, I wouldn’t change it.

“No.”

He sighs and knowing he’s been holding his breath only makes me not-regret it more.

“It took you really long to answer.”

“It was a hard question.” I defend. “What about you? Do you regret it?”

“No.”

He doesn’t even think about it. We get on his car and he doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the ride. Neither do I. I don’t want to think about his question either, nor about his answer, but I wonder if it would have been different had he thought harder about it. I gave him a proper answer. It’s true it took me longer but that only means it’s true for I consider everything but he always seems to be this impulsive and I’m afraid that’s how he does everything, without thinking.

I need to push these thoughts away from my mind. He could have gone home with any other girl tonight and still he chose me and I could have gone home with Elvis Buchanan but… I didn’t want to. And that’s what scares me the most.

When we get to his apartment, he doesn’t push me against the door like he’s done other times and instead just waits for me to get inside before he locks the door after us. Maybe he’s doing all the thinking now, maybe he’s reconsidering everything and he’s about to tell me that he does regret it and that it’s best if we just stay friends. I place my coat on his dresses and only then I realize I’ve made it to his room. Where’s this familiarity coming from? Intruding into his room without his invitation… When I turn around to apologize for my intrusion, he pushes me into the wall and his hands grab the back of my thighs and squeeze my flesh. I moan at his contact.

“This fucking dress, baby…”

He pushes his hips against mine and I pathetically whine when I feel his arousal against my belly. I can’t believe just the sight of me got him this hard. I wish I knew what he’s been thinking and picturing in his mind.

“You are such a beautiful woman, Indie.” He presses his lips against mine almost violently and I suck his breath inside my mouth as his tongue licks my mouth. “When I saw you dancing with that guy, I thought maybe I wouldn’t be the one to have you and… I would have danced.”

“I want you so bad.”

I bring him closer to me pulling from the collar of lapels of his jacket and press our lips together hungrily and we both lap at each other’s mouth in a very heated, very passionate make out session that has me embarrassingly wet. I can’t wait for him to thrust inside me.

He seems to sense my desperation because in a second, he’s getting a condom out of his wallet and I surprise him by unbuttoning his suit pants. I hear him hiss as I pull his pants and his boxers down his thighs and then my hands slid across the soft fabric of his shirt and snake under the collar of his suit jacket, pulling it down his arms until it hits the floor. I bite his bottom lip and suck into my mouth and his groan makes my pussy throb.

His hand caresses my thigh up until he gets to the elastic of my pantyhose and pulls them down. We hear them rip in the process and he chuckles against my mouth as he apologizes but I can’t say anything because my breath gets caught on my throat when his fingers snake around the elastic of my underwear and he pulls them down my legs. I try to help him but loose my balance so I cling onto his arms whilst I pull them down my legs clumsily and he laughs. He kisses my neck and squeezes my hips with his hands before he lifts me up against the wall and my legs curl up around his waist.

When my head hits the wall, I pull from my dress to try to take it off or at least pull it down my breasts but Harry stops me.

“Leave it on” he breathes on my ear “I want to fuck you on this dress… It’s so sexy, baby… And you’re mine, fuck… I want to fuck you so bad… You’re so beautiful.”

Holding my weight with his hands on my hips, he lifts me higher and then sinks me down until he’s inside me. My back rests against the wall as Harry rises and lowers my body while he thrust his hips with more desperation and passion than ever.

“Are you” he gasps as his hips crashed me into the wall “do you like it like this?”

His words come out of his mouth in fits and starts while he fucks me and holds me tight so I don’t fall.

“Yes.” I moan, I love it when he fucks me against the wall.

This is so intense and the way he sounds and his firm grip on my body… I’m going to cum embarrassingly soon.

“Kiss me, baby.”

I love it when he asks me to kiss him. It makes me feel so powerful and wanted and I love that he loves kissing me as I do him. I lick his bottom lip slowly, I know it drives him crazy, and he parts his lips for me so I dive my tongue inside. I pull from his hair and try my best to kiss him whilst he pulls in and out of me faster and harder. He’s drilling me against the world fast but our kiss is slow and intimate and I bite on his lips whenever he hits the spot that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“I don’t get tired of fucking you, Indie… Fuck… You feel so good.”

“Oh, God.”

I gasp and moan, I don’t know what else to do to let out some of the pression he’s building inside my belly that’s getting more and more intense with each thrust. He groans and his guttural, animalistic sounds are driving me wild. I scream and even hit my head against the wall. I’m going to come but I know he’s almost there too, I can feel how tense he is.

Like a firework, the electric current starts at my belly but spreads fast down my legs and arms and I fight for air as I feel a gush coming out of me. He curses under his breath and kisses me.

“Calm down, baby.”

I try to do as he tells me but I keep lowly moaning against his mouth as my walls clench frantically when he tenses up and burst inside the condom. He’s gasping and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so out of breath so he rests his forehead against mine and catches his breath before he rises me higher and rolls out of me, gently placing me on the floor.

I watch him rolling out the condom before he makes a knot and lets it fall to the floor. He’s such a pig sometimes. We then stare into each other’s eyes and he undoes me with his dimply smile. We’re still catching our breaths when we kiss, calming one another with sweet wet pampers.

“Seriously you look stunning tonight.” He compliments.

I chuckle.

“What a low cut neckline can do to you.”

HARRY’S POV

She chuckles staring straight into my eyes and I think my heart is going to burst out of my chest. How can she still look as pretty as she did when I first saw her tonight? I mean I don’t know a lot about makeup but I’ve noticed most girls after partying, drinking and dancing like she did tonight, not to mention fucking like I just fucked her, look like panda bears but Indie doesn’t. She still looks like a fucking goddess.

Her hazel eyes look into mine as her soft hands unbutton my shirt. She’s a little drunk, not too much so that she doesn’t know what she’s doing but drunk enough to have less inhibitions and I love that she’s acting this free and wild and fucking sexy around me. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

“Naked Harry is my favourite Harry, you know?”

Fuck... She’s so naughty tonight. I feel her nails sinking down the skin of my shoulders before she scratches my chest and watches the pink mark she’s leaving with lustful eyes.

“Next time, don’t take so long before you kiss me.”

“Why didn’t you kiss me?”

Her hazel eyes widen and my cock twitches again. She looks so innocent and pure… But I know she’s a dirty girl… My dirty girl. She shrugs and looks down at my chest. Her fingertips caress the skin over my collarbone.

“I’m always afraid you’re gonna pull away.”

I frown at that. The gin she had tonight is taking away her filter and maybe I shouldn’t but I’m going to take advantage of it. It’s not every day she talks to me this clear.

“Hey” I lift her chin with my fingers and make her look at me “I love it when you kiss me, I won’t pull away.”

“Not even if we’re in public?”

“Baby, you’re the one who’s not into PDA.” I smile at her.

She’s just saying that because she’s drunk but I know she won’t think the same tomorrow when she’s sober.

“Okay” she smirks “and don’t claim me like I was your dog.”

Yeah, I know that was uncalled for. I don’t know what had gotten into me.

“You’re so bossy tonight.”

“Alcohol makes me fearless.” She smiles.

I feel her fingers sliding down my chest to my abs and lean down to kiss her again, holding her hands and bringing them back to my chest again. She challenges my attempt at keeping this a family show as her hands caress the end of my belly. She brings her mouth to my cheek but instead of giving me a kiss, her mouth moves to my ear.

“And horny.” She whispers.

Fucking hell. I groan when she squeezes me in her warm, soft hand and she presses a kiss on my jaw.

“Fuck me again, Harry.”

“So bossy…” I grin.

“It’s not always gonna be you in charge.” Her hand starts pumping me as the other one snakes around my neck and pulls my mouth to her perfect one. “At least let me do something for you.” She nibbles on my earlobe. She’s crazy if she thinks for one second I don’t want to fuck her again. “You’re dying for it, come on.”

Of course I am. I’m dying for her to touch me or kiss me or even just look at me all the time. I give in and kiss her hungrily. Sometimes I feel guilty for the things I wanna do to her and for the things I do to her but not these times. Right now I want to ruin her, fuck her so hard that her silhouette lingers on my bed when she’s gone.

She grabs my wrist and places my hand on her breast and it drives me crazy to know she wants me to touch her. She moans on my mouth when I squeeze her tit on my hand and makes my cock twitch. I’m crazy for her.

Without breaking the kiss, she turns around and starts walking backwards and I follow her suit like the sucker I am for her. When my bed hits the back of her knees, she pulls away from me and turns to the side, pulling the hem of her dress away from her skin under her armpit and unzipping it before she pulls the thin straps over her shoulders down her arms and gets naked in front of me.

I run her body with my eyes up and down and she smiles. She’s growing more confident on her own skin and I love it. I can tell she’s a lot more comfortable when she’s naked around me now. I don’t understand why she wouldn’t be. She’s perfect.

Her soft hand caress my chest as they make their way up and rest onto my shoulders as she pulls me closer to her and sits me down on the bed. She leans in and straddles me and her mouth licks and nibbles and sucks on my neck as she grinds her hips on mine, pressing her body against mine. Fuck…

I can feel how wet she is against my pubis and my dick is throbbing for her. I hold her hips and make a mental attempt to stop her movements but my muscles don’t do anything to stop her.

“Baby” I gasp “if you keep that up I’m gonna cum before we get started.”

Her lips leave my skin and I feel the air cooler when it hits the wet spot she was pampering. Her face is inches away from mine.

“And what do you want to do, love?”

Fuck, she’s driving me crazy. Usually it’s me asking her but I didn’t know it was going to be so sexy for her to do it. And when she calls me love… Something stirs inside me.

“Do you want to fuck or do you want me to suck-”

I cut her words short with a kiss. I want her, no, I need her. I push my tongue inside her mouth and taste the sour taste of the gin he had. It’s delicious combined with her otherwise sweet taste.

I try to lift her so I can grab a condom but her hips trap me under her as she kisses me harder. Shit.

“Condom” I manage to gasp against her lips “Need a condom, baby.”

She complains against my mouth and I feel her soft tongue shutting me up again. I grab her ass and the movement of her hips speed up. I can’t take it any longer so I just rise her up firmly and place her bottom on the bed and turn around to get a condom from the bedside table.

“I kind of wish we didn’t have to use them.”

My cock twitches as she whispers that behind me and I tilt my neck so my eyes set on her. She’s resting her weight on her elbows impatiently waiting for me. She looks away before she speaks next.

“But I don’t want you to give me an STD.”

I turn back around and get the condom before I start overthinking her words. I think if I had some blood reaching my brain I would read her confession differently but all I can think about is that he wants to have me bare just as much as I want to feel her without the barrier. It’s irrational because it’s not like the condom bothers me much but it’s just knowing we couldn’t get any closer then that’s driving me crazy for her.

I crawl up her body, spread her legs open with my knee and line myself up with her but she grips my biceps and stops me.

“No, I want to do it.”

Her hands push my chest away from her and they keep pushing until my back hits the mattress and she straddles me. She moans whilst she sinks down on me and the sound all but ties a knot on my heart. She circles her hips, rising and lowering them above me slowly, torturing me as I watch her and try my best not to cum yet. She’s overwhelming me, her scent, her sounds… And when she sinks her nails down my abs, I almost loose control. I hold her by her waist and turn us over, pinning her against the mattress and hovering over her.

“What-” She looks confused.

“I couldn’t take it anymore.”

I grunt when she grins.

“I’m gonna go rough, baby.” I give her a sneak peak, thrusting inside her fast and hard so her body bounces on the bed and she gasps through her smile. She wants this too. “You can tell me to stop anytime.” I reassure her.

“Just fuck me hard, love, like you know I like it.”

I enter her fast and rough, pressing my weight on her and squeezing her flesh on my hungry hands. I love having her like this. She doesn’t know the struggle on not getting a hard on whenever she acts all innocent and shit around other people because I know how dirty she really is but that’s something only I know.

She sucks her lips inside her mouth as she moans and I know it’s her way of helping herself from screaming but I want to hear her. I slip my hand to the inner side of her thigh and pull her leg over my shoulder and we both moan at the new angle.

“Don’t shut your mouth, love.” I warn her. “I want to hear you.”

She obliges and lets a loud moan out and I could burst.

“It won’t…” She stutters. I love doing this to her. “I won’t…”

I chuckle at her fight for words and she grants me a delicious smile.

“It won’t just be you hearing me if I” I push inside her “Oh, Harry…”

“Let my neighbours know” I push inside her again and watch her breasts bounce “let them know what I’m doing to you.”

I lean in to kiss her neck but I can’t barely close my mouth around her skin without getting dizzy. It’s hard to breathe when she’s wrapped around me like this.

“God, Harry.” Her hand pulls from my hair and I grunt against her skin. “I’m so close, love, I’m gonna cum.”

She tenses up underneath me and her skin covers in goose bumps. Lifting her hips from the mattress, she presses them further against me as her walls clench so she’s impossibly tight. I hide my face on the crook of her neck as I fill the condom and my hips keep sloppily thrusting inside her accompanying us down our highs.

I rest my head against the hot skin of her flushed chest and feel her collarbone against my temple every time he breathes in. I hold her hips as I pull out and her throat complains at the emptiness.

INDIE’S POV

I don’t know when I fell asleep but when I wake up is still night-time. I’m alone in Harry’s room and the cold drops a heavy paralyzing blanket over my naked body. I rub my hands against my arms but they’re cold too so they do nothing to warm me up.

Wrapping Harry’s quilt around my body, I get out of his bed and walk towards his living room. I can’t help but wonder where he is at. I need heat, possibly his, but if not I’m gonna need the heaviest duvet he has. I’m not normally cold in his house but because he’s a human heater.

Harry’s sitting on one of the high stools in the kitchen and the light from his laptop screen hits his face and illuminates his frown. He wears his cosy sweatpants I love so much and a long sleeves cotton t-shirt. I envy his warmth. It takes him almost a minute to notice my presence.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m cold.”

His green eyes set back on the screen of his laptop.

“There are blankets on the storage bed.”

If I was already cold, now I’m freezing. I feel like he just took my heart and squeezed it on his hand. How can he be so harsh? Especially after what we did before I fell asleep. I embrace myself and turn around before he can see the effect his cold attitude has in me.

It's like he knew everything I was thinking before we got here and then threw it at my face. Yes, I am a convenient girl for him; yes, I am the easy shag; yes, I am a canned vagina with legs to him. I almost want to call Ollie and tell her she’s right and call Jason and tell him it happened that he got tired of me and then call Marie and told her I should have listened from the beginning.

I realize everyone in my life has been trying to warn me and still here I find myself like some free prostitute he doesn’t even want to sleep with. I mean who works in the A.M on a saturday morning? Am I so terrible he doesn’t even want to lie down next to me?

I need to get out of here and go look for my dignity because I must have lost it somewhere on the way here. I don’t want to cry because of him and I won’t. As I look for my underwear, Harry walks in and holds my arm as he walks me to the bed. He gets us both under the covers and spoons me, intertwining his legs with mine and hugging me tight.

“What are you doing?”

“You said you were cold.”

“And you told me to get a blanket.”

I’m glad he can’t see my face but my voice is trembling and betraying me.

“I’m sorry, I’m a jerk.” Yes, he is. “But can I hold you?”

“Why?”

“Because I like it.”

He has to be kidding me. I don’t understand a thing. I’m not cold anymore, the mixture of the internal heat from the anger and the embarrassment and now his warm skin heats me up until I’m hot. The temperature changes as his mood.

I’m not one to ask many questions but I think his constant back and forth might drive me insane. I pull away from him and lie on my back. I don’t know where to look at.

“Baby-”

“Don’t call me that.” I cut him.

He wheezes and lies down on his belly but his eyes are set on me. This reminds me of when he cried a few nights ago and I feel my heart wrinkling again.

“Tell me how you feel.”

I finally tilt my neck so I can look him in the eyes. Either he’s kidding me or he’s bipolar, there’s no other option. Oh my God, he’s serious. Are we doing this? Talking about our feelings in the A.M.

“How do you think I feel?”

“You thought I was very cold, didn’t you?”

I nod ad look back at the ceiling. I don’t want to do this with him.

“And you didn’t like how that made you feel.” I don’t say anything. “Well, you’re an ice floe, Indie. Constantly.”

I turn on my side again and give him my back hoping he understands I don’t want to talk to him. I won’t cry. I’m an ice floe, after all.

I know that, it’s true. I know I’m cold and difficult and obnoxious but the fact that he out of all people said that feels like a slap on the face. I remember what I once promised and stay quiet. Quiet is better than mean.

Yet warmth fills my insides again when his chest presses against my back. He tucks me under the blanket better before his arm wraps around my waist and pulls me to him and one of his legs wrap over mine too. I feel his hot breath reaching my neck through the gaps between my locks of hair and my eyes finally closed. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want to think about anything at all. He brings my body to his and I cover the arm that hugs my belly with mine and feel him finally relax behind me.

“I really am sorry.” He whispers.

I don’t let him know but I’m sorry too.

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Pairing: Robot!Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Friendship, Comedy, Soft boy, Fluff.

Summary: You are an art student, who gets regular visits from the Universities kindest and oddest AI. He explores human nature and ponders the idea’s of like and love and finds himself tangled in emotions he was never programmed to understand.

The research lab at University S had different robotic creations that were cutting edge for human consumers. The Min-meow cat that caters to the elderly works like a real cat and purrs, yet never gets sick and can analyse owners behaviour like strokes and heart attacks in time to call an ambulance.

Kookie the rabbit was a robot made for very young children coping with disabilities such as deafness and blindness, it could translate speech to text on the screen on its back and he could even read books to them in his little rabbit voice.

Robot Tae was just a regular AI who walked the Lab. He would talk with the students and observe many other robots. He would sometimes lay on the floor, his chin rested on his folded hands and watch min-meow cross the room. They made his hair out of tiny thin fibre optics which meant he could change the colour depending on his mood.

He would call the role and greet each student to class, he would run errands to and from the class which was his favourite Job.

Today he called the roll and walked the classroom, helping students with their work and genuinely having a good time chatting. The girls put flowers in his hair and took selfies with him. He liked the girls; they made him feel happy when they smiled. The boys were friendly too always patting his back or ruffled his hair which after some research was a good thing.

“Hey Tae, have you ever been with a girl?”

“What do you mean? There are many females in this room and I am with them does that count?” He asked.

“No, dude we mean like sexually, do you watch porn?”

“He ran his systems, they connected him to the University Wifi, and he had his own built-in data it wasn’t hard to find out what they meant. I have never watched it before,” he shifted uncomfortably, “By the looks of the videos it is for human pleasure. The videos seem to work as stimulation of the auditory and visual responses. Is this correct?”

“Yes, do you have a dick?” They asked snickering he seemed a little off-put by their laughing, he knew the signal of laughing was usually a good sign of friendship but his data also told him it could humiliate the difference was the eyes and their eyes didn’t seem friendly.

“I am a fully functioning humanoid robot, I have genitalia just like you do,” he said confused “are you making fun of me?”

“No dude, you are our little brother we want to help you get some. If you see a girl you like you should ask her if she wants to....” Tae wasn’t sure about his methods but he walked over to Daisy one of the nicest girls in the class and asked her the way they taught him.

“Tae doesn’t listen to them, boys don’t know how to get girls. When you see a girl or guy you like and I mean really like as in more than friends, you don’t ask like that,” She said sitting him down.

“How will I know if I really like them more than friends”

“Look you will know, you will find it hard to think, you will feel like you are about to explode”

“That sounds scary”

“Love is scary, but when you feel that ask her to hang out, like ask her if she would like to see Min, girls love pets”

She patted his shoulder. And he was lost in thought, filing away this information. It was one of those days he was asked to carry a stack of Textbooks to the engineering offices. On his way there he saw people holding hands and a couple kissing against a wall. On the way back he saw a girl sitting on a stool, a puppy at her feet. She was doing something he understood in theory but not in practice. He approached and saw her paintbrush stroke the canvas slowly colouring the skies.

“How do you do that?” He asked his hair a brilliant sky blue, he liked this he stored this in his data next to min-meow purring on his lap, the tasty oil drinks he gets for breakfast and freshly charging batteries.

“Oh! You scared me” she said, watching his face fall and hair darken to a midnight blue.

“I am sorry, I should go”

It was a few days later when he saw you again waving to him and he waved back. The days past and he would pause on his errands to watch you paint a little more. Some days you explained your project other days you worked in silence.

“Do you want to try?” You asked out of the blue one day. He beeped and nodded, his hair paling to a golden colour.

“All right hold the paintbrush with your hand and I will guide you” he nodded holding the paintbrush and your hand wrapped around his and moved it along the paper. His face lit up and he could only make strangled beeps and squeals from his auto air gun, TSC, auto door, spindle and alarm systems. This must be it, his processors were slowing down making it hard to think and his fan belt sped up, he felt like he could explode any second now.

She laughed this was such a bright friendly laugh, her small Pomeranian started barking beside her from the sound, “you’re cute what’s your name?”

“I am Tae, what is your name?”

“My name is y/n, and this is Yeontan”

“He is so wiggly and warm and soft, I have never pet a living animal” he said playing with the dog as it rolled around on his lap. You exchanged contact information, Taehyung had a mobile number and all the social media accounts, he had posted a few videos of his adventures around the Uni even showed videos of you painting. Only after asking you for permission to film you and your painting.

“Would you like to see my quadruped companion, his name is Min,” He used the line he had worked on with Daisy a few weeks ago “Girls love pets”

“Of course, I would love to see Min, girls do love animals, can I finish my painting?” you giggled and reached up taking a leaf from his hair and he nodded sitting cross-legged Yeontan curling up in his lap, he watched you paint. Once you were finished he carried your things, you placed your canvas in the art rooms before moving on to the engineering labs.

He walked you inside, and the class stopped and he smiled “Hello Daisy, I found her, she made me feel like I would explode and I couldn’t think, she is an art student. You should see it, and I asked her to come to see Min because; girls love Pets”

You were bright red as the boys whooped from the back, “Our Tae has game, getting the chicks”

“Quick y/n let me introduce you to Min,” he said and dragged you across the classroom and you bowed low to the professor apologizing for interrupting the class. You played with Min who was a grumpy and stubborn cat. “We can’t sell him as they made him too cat-like, and he refuses to listen. And this is Kookie, he was the first model but his ears are too big so for commercial reasons they made them shorter.” You pulled out your sketchbook and began drawing Tae and the three animals Yeontan really liked Kookie the latter hopping around the Pomeranian.

After class Tae introduced you to everyone including the professor. “Ah, it is nice to meet you, I have a meeting Tae you remember to lock up, message me when you do?”

“Of course” he smiled, waving goodbye. You headed home talking with him all night until he said he had to charge.

One day was spent with just the two of you, he walked you around the university and he waved to all the students and got some photos he showed you his favourite music, his favourite place and even the little mug in the Uni store that reminded him of Yeontan. He asked why you didn’t bring Yeontan and you explained he was going for a check-up and grooming.

He brought you back to the lab, and you sat on the desk swinging your legs as you listened to him sing and sway his hips to his favourite songs. He was in a particularly good mood and he grabbed your waist lifting you off the table and spinning you around, he felt his search engines working without commands and they had brought up a web browser with videos on how to kiss. He didn’t know what came over him but he kissed you just as it explained and your lips were locked and you stumbled back together until you bumped against the lab tables.

Lost in the feeling, knowing it was wrong but unable to stop yourself. The door opened and the two of you jumped apart and you ran out of the lab upset with yourself. Taehyung was in a daze he felt cold without you, he stored yet another folder about you in his data banks.

He texted you but you didn’t reply; he got worried and continued to try texting you; he was getting worried as he plugged in Kookie and Min. He did something he had never done before. He hacked your student records to find your address he didn’t want you to be hurt or in trouble, Yeontan couldn’t call an ambulance. He ran across the city following his GPS location and the pre-programmed directions. Tae knocked on your apartment door, the door swung open and you froze when you saw him. Letting him inside shocked and very concerned.

“Why are you here?” You asked as he sat on your couch, Yeontan making himself comfortable on his lap.

“I don’t know, I can’t stop processing and I am completing tasks without commands, things that I am not programmed to do, I can’t stop thinking about you and I was worried you were hurt, and I can’t function without you close”

“Are you saying you missed me?”

“That seems like a fitting explanation” He nodded and the silence settled over the two of you and he beeped his battery getting low. You walked him to your room and laid him on your bed, taking his charging cable and plugging him into the wall outlet.

As he powered down into charging mode he whispered “I want to kiss you again”

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gguktarts · 5 years ago

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decathect | jjk (1)

1. to withdraw one’s feelings of attachment from (a person, idea, or object), as in anticipation of a future loss

summary: if one thing was clear to you when you first met Jeon Jungkook, it was that he would never love you. at least, not the way you wanted him to.

pairing: jjk x reader genre: unrequited love au? || angst || little fluff if u Squint || drabble series word count: 2.7k parts: 1 / ? | next » cw: uhh kinda unhealthy depictions of a crush, & jk is a fuckboy w lots of tatts and long hair so that deserves a warning on its Own i say

note: so,,, this was supposed to be a short fic bc i wanted my heart broken but it turned into a drabble series……………….we’ll see how that goes!!! rip

You’ve heard of him from your friends, and from their friends: about the infamous Jeon Jungkook and the reputation that precedes him. He’s, first and foremost, an art major — and an excelling one at that. In the short three years he’s been an undergrad, his work has been featured, so far, in a total of 4 major art exhibitions. His displayed work apparently sells rather quickly, too, which surely earns him more than enough money to successfully continue his various artistic endeavors and out-of-uni activities. You’ve heard he’s also into tattoos, boxing, and photography on the side, for example. Whether it was true or not was not something you focused on, but considering his friends were they ones telling the tales, you didn’t doubt it. Not that you thought of it often, or at all, really.

What you did question was why exactly he felt the need to stop by Taehyung’s very own, very private, and very expensive Goghrik’s Vancrylics paint collection to use instead of his own. You didn’t want to think him as cheap because, quite frankly, you knew nothing more than those whispered rumors and offhanded comments Jimin and Yoongi perpetrated on occasion. So, you settled for thinking nothing until you could get concrete answers.

For a long time Jungkook remained a simple ghost, until finally one day he just existed. Everywhere, and then, always. As if meeting him once meant he’d open the door to your home to welcome himself as an indefinite guest, you suddenly had no week free of his presence or his trace. Like a growing avalanche you learned about him with repeated increase, sometimes by choice, and sometimes by mere coincidence. Maybe it was pure coincidence, too, how you came to fall for him — for Jeon Jungkook, the artist, the fuckboy. With time though, you came to a different understanding.

Liking Jungkook was no coincidence. It was a curse – a long, and tediously everlasting hex you’d so far failed to get rid of.

And it all started, you begrudgingly admit sometimes, with some paint and very little luck.

Being in one of the most prestigious Universities in the country naturally means you consistently face the demon of a huge – nay, an enormous campus. A wide lake rests between dispersed buildings while Hi-Q food marts border each cluster of separate dorms, connected all entirely by desire paths and concrete roads. It's no surprise then that a map is the standard gift given to all entrance students, though by now you’ve memorized practically all zones you inhabit (i.e. the Natural Sciences’ Atrium, the Physics Department, and your own dorm). Most people still use theirs, along with the mandatory transportation fare card Admissions urges all newcomers to get. More than anything it’s a must-have for anyone who wants to actually make it on time to class — more so when they’re not blessed with taking courses on a near-by group of Departments.

And it just so happened you’re amongst those ill-fated few.

For four years now you’ve been a resident of Dorm C, exactly the furthest of the dorms from the NS Atrium. Instead you’re — uselessly — at a walking distance from the Plastic Arts department, a place you’ve ventured to for only a single semester back in your second year. Back then you had decided that taking Pottery was a great way to fill in some of your electives, an idea which mostly Taehyung, an art major himself, cemented in your head. You remember nothing of your treks to the department, nor of the lessons you received, but your memory often recalls it happened whenever you visit him. Your final project, a 2-piece set of misshapen cups of tea, still rests atop one of his many bookshelves to this day. Taehyung calls them “endearing”, something about them “truly reflecting a purpose beyond what their ‘perfect brethren’ are subjected to”. Which, really, is code for “they could be used as mugs, but I like them better as vases for Namjoon’s succulents,” and you’re okay with that.

Namjoon, an English Lit major, is Tae’s roommate and the other occupant of their two-bedroom flat. As luck would have it they stay on the floor above your own, right atop your much smaller and much lonelier dorm room. It’s actually one of the shared excuses you all use for your constant visits.

Half of the time you spend on their flat includes being tucked away on their couch, reading astronomy journals or watching documentaries Joon frequently sits through alongside you, or sleeping under Tae’s covers simply because he enjoys the company and can’t seem to sleep otherwise. The rest of the time the boys, sometimes with you in tow on an off day, migrate to Jimin and Yoongi’s shared flat in Dorm D. They share their space with Jungkook, if Yoongi’s complaints about late-night water-fests were anything to go by, though you’ve never seen him there.

No, ironically, the first time you crossed paths with him was in the lobby of Dorm C — your dorm. You remember he was shifting and wandering around like a lost puppy, his eyes restlessly searching for something or someone. It was him, you knew, because he’s often featured in your shared friend’s Instagram posts, and because he’s very hard to miss.

He was — is big, towering over you easily, and was then dressed all in black. A mix of comfy and effortlessly put together in perfect execution, the rolled-up sleeves of his sweater did nothing to hide the ink covering his veiny forearms. You were instantly thankful — you’ve always been drawn to tattoos. They’re admirable on others and on yourself, and you instantly had to push down the desire to keep marking your body for reasons only pertinent to the feeling of the needle on your skin or the aesthetics of the design. Your poor ass couldn’t afford another so soon, anyway.

The other thing that gave him away was his signature dark hair, long and parted in the middle to fall over his round, soft eyes. It covered his multiple piercings but did nothing to take away from the sweet persona that settled over him. Despite the dark and the goth, he seemed… cute. Very cute, and very confused. The way his eyebrows furrowed at his phone screen just before he searched through the scattered students was a dead giveaway. He was likely lost, but that wasn’t very surprising. For all the time Tae and Joon spend on Dorm D, the same couldn’t be said otherwise. Visits to Dorm C were seldom for the rest.

And a lost Jungkook… wasn’t your problem. A simple look at his boyish features was enough to ignite some sort of weird somersaults in your chest, and you wanted nothing more than to ignore it and run far away. So, you tried.

Blinking away the staring he had thankfully not noticed, you made for your own room as embarrassment coursed through your jittery limbs.

You didn’t make it very far before your plan backfired. You had to go near him to reach the elevator, and it apparently didn’t matter that you were practically hiding inside your bag, your hand rummaging through it for your room cardkey.

“Hey—uh, Y/N right?” you heard, and your body froze.

A look up, and there he was. Jeon Jungkook, calling your name. It was weird hearing your mesh of letters on his tongue, foreign to his palette yet pronounced to perfection. Equally confused as he looked before, and even further more embarrassed (you couldn’t help but think, amongst all the chaos in your mind, that his voice was ridiculously soothing and fitting for his physicality), your throat only let out a very intellectual “huh?”

“Um,” Jungkook’s eyes went wide, his head cocked to the side at your reaction. His feet shifted under him, and you tried ignoring the way his cheeks grew a lovely shade of pink when he spoke again.

“I’m Jungkook, and hyung—Taehyung mentioned you before. He isn’t answering and I’m a bit lost, so I was wondering if you could give me directions? Unless you’re not… Y/N?”

You’re often a recurrent character in Tae’s stories, so it shouldn’t have surprised you he’s spoken of you before. But it did.

“I am Y/N,” you relented, maybe a bit more bitterly than you intended. You couldn’t help but pout at the sudden reminder of Tae’s love for recording you during your most… inopportune moments. “Where is it you want to go?”

The boy in question rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a bunny-like smile making a sudden appearance. His teeth seemed to jut out a bit, and his upper lip disappeared almost entirely, but you were sure of one thing instantly: his smile was the prettiest one you’d ever seen.

You felt your chest constrict at the sight without any sense of permission, your ears going up in flames. Clearly, you were bonkers. You continued your walk towards the elevator, praying he’d keep up somewhere a bit farther from you. But he followed without question, easily settling besides you and offering glances from the corner of his eye. You pressed the up button and pretended not to notice, playing around with your cardkey while you both waited.

“To hyung’s dorm — I haven’t ever been there, as strange as it sounds, and I need to borrow some paint.”

“Borrow some paint?” you hummed, the notion seeming somewhat silly to you. “After you’ve used it you can’t return it, so would it really be borrowing?”

You moved to look at him questioningly, curiosity getting the best of you, and the feeling you were hit with was far too paralyzing for you to carry. It was a sudden storm of affection, a wave of currents that spread and tightened, tickling and burning your stomach each second you saw his crinkled eyes, his teeth fully bared into a humorous grin. It made your feet stick to the ground even after the doors of the elevator greeted you open.

“You’re a weird one aren’t you?” he muttered airily, more to himself than anything, before shrugging and prompting you to follow him inside the confined space. “Technically, you’re right, but saying I’m borrowing stuff sounds nicer, doesn’t it? It’s all about semantics. Don’t worry though, hyung lets me take some of his whenever I run out.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you said much after that, but you did take him all the way to Tae’s and Joon’s front door. He thanked you softly before you left, with a smile sincere and gentle in ways you hadn’t expected. You remember nodding along and, possibly, wishing him good luck on his art project, but you weren’t sure by the time you reached your room.

You remember skipping your assignments that night, choosing instead a hot shower and the comforts of your recently cleaned bed. It was the first attempt at forgetting the whole event, a new mission for your mind to complete before a crush settled its anchor.

You were used to six handsome guys. You drew the line at seven.

Meeting Jungkook for the first time was disastrous for the days that followed. Maybe you were being a bit dramatic, but it was rightfully warranted. Your brain had vaguely memorized what he looked like outside of pictures, and now you saw him everywhere. It was the frequency bias all over again, and it had no escape, just like that one time you wanted to dye your hair and suddenly half the population seemed to be dying it that very color. Similarly, interacting with Jungkook meant noticing him in your peripheral when he wasn’t front and center, knowing it was him in the distance. It only worsened when your paths began to regularly cross.

It happened and continuous to happen mostly in the presence of Tae or Joon, or any of Jungkook’s roommates.

Whenever you’d spend some time on the couch with Joon, he was there. Whenever you woke up midday and decide it was high time to cook brunch for three (four then), he was already there. When Yoongi invited you over to hear some of the pieces he’s been working on, Jungkook was miraculously in the apartment. Oh, you wanted to steal some of Tae’s shirts? Jungkook catches you red handed, some stolen paints of his own right in his treacherous hold.

It’s absolutely maddening.

You wouldn’t mind it so much if it weren’t for the fact that each new stare, each new smile, leaves your stomach in complete shambles.

Who could take you back to the time when you hadn’t heard his loud laugh? To when he hadn’t seen you loafing around in your onesie after a killer test and stayed to comfort you? He even called you cute, shared some of his milk and made sure to leave only after he’d seen you smile. Sometimes he’d even notice you watch your documentaries only to pop a random question about space, or even about the science behind Star Trek or Star Wars when “Clearly FTL travel isn’t possible?” (To which you’d answer: “Not yet it isn’t, you non-believer”) before falling quiet and leaving you be. They were small conversations with no more than 3 lines exchanged, but they were more than enough for the butterflies seeping through your ribcage to go on a frenzy.

And despite everything you heard and everything you began to know, Jungkook was possibly the softest, sweetest, and most annoying person you knew. At least superficially.

You still knew nothing personal about him, with your interactions being limited to shared spaces, but you didn’t think much of it until you began to see all kinds of things: his cute habits, his quirks, and even the way his tattoo collection grows.

You’ve silently noticed the way he wiggles his toes when he sits to watch a series, how he blinks a lot when he’s confused. You’ve seen the way he scratches the back of his head when he’s not confident about something, and how his eyes smile before his lips do, and the way his laugh resonates all around the room in the most euphoric melodies. All of this you come to know as unequivocally Jungkook. And you know, you know you’re so whipped for him that you can’t stop being in-tuned with it, with his little things.

But you’re also aware of your situation, and it doesn’t surprise you when your chest starts to hurt over it — over him, because you see his other things: the way each week curls a different girl around his waist, the way his eyes turn cold when he says he doesn’t do relationships, and the way he looks at you.

It’s never with disgust or anything of the sort. It’s just that you’ve seen the way he looks at the girls he fucks with, the girls he finds attractive, the girls he likes for a single night to then discard them.

And he’s never looked at you like that. You suppose that’s good, but... then again, you guess it means you’re nothing. After all, Jeon Jungkook never offers you any hope, he never shows any interest. Technically you’re not even his friend — not really. You’re Taehyung’s other best friend, an outside addition to his usual friend group, and now to his life. You’re okay with that, you have to be. You haven’t sought him out, haven’t done anything to close the gap between you. Water and care is something you never wanted to give your unjustified feelings. You never wanted them to grow, even now.

You just failed to take note of the rain pouring over the earth and pooling beneath your feet, and you don’t notice you’re drowning until you see him at the end of the day.

The girl attached to him is a stranger to you, just like the rest you’ve seen, yet you can’t seem to shake the thought that something must be different. Whatever she has seems to be enough for the tattooed man to shatter his distaste for PDA, at least for the time being.

Your legs hesitate to unceremoniously halt in the middle of the hall. Your eyes battle not to widen and not to stare, for a second desperate to make sure that what you’re seeing is real, that you’re seeing Jungkook kiss for the first time in forever as if you hadn’t known all this time that he fucks and loves behind closed doors.

And it doesn’t matter that the kiss isn’t gentle, that he’s kissing her as if she were the very air he needed to breathe. No, what makes you sick is how he notices, how he sees you, and how he does nothing but pull her closer in response.

You push yourself to move as soon as his eyes drift away again, unwilling to tremble before him and unwilling to make any more mistakes.

Class would have to wait. You needed coffee, even if it meant being late. And you absolutely hate being late to Astrophysics, but you definitely hated seeing him more.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts jungkook #bts fic #bts fanfiction #drabble series: dct

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irenerei-n-svt · 5 years ago

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INTIMATE MOMENTS WITH ALPHA MINGYU mini fic

Ok welcome back to the intimate series. I struggled alot when writing this maybe i might elaborate this setting into a proper short fic idk? Cos i already have so many unfinished titles.

.And surprise thank you fic for @onlygotafewdollas because i love the series of svt weird faces screenshot that always made my day!

Setting 1:Mingyu x noona/hyung reader, age gap reccomended to be 4 or 5 years

Setting 2: Alpha x Omega reader, neighbourhood friends turns to soulmate, just started living together, has not been through bonding

The actually affectionate puppy x the insecure but secretly in love reader

You are at the living room sitting on the floor while watching tv. Mingyu, who finished washing the dishes come over and sit down at the couch behind you. His long legs was just beside your shoulder.

Your instinct telling you again that he is dangerously close but your pride suggested you to play it cool. You keep repeating "He is just Mingyu, the kid next door."

The boy let out an exclamation which is a habit of his when he remembered something. He call out your name and asked.

"Hey my Uni class trip is tomorrow and I have to leave home early since they are gathering at the station." He said. It reminded you that he did mentioned about the trip a week before but you forgot about it because you are busy and working overtime due to a big project in your company.

"Sorry, it totally got off my mind. How many days was it? Did you have all your things packed?" You turned you body to face him as you asking him your concerns. You feel kind of bad for forgetting it.

Mingyu just smiles seeing you looking apologetic and assures you that he has everything already settled. It's just a 2 days trip to other city and he will be back on Sunday midnight.

But seeing you busy with worklife, Mingyu lost the opportunity to talk to you about something important. That's why he tries to bring it up now.

" Y/n, I know you are tired with work so I don't want to wake you up early, ..." he pauses. You could tell he is hesitating, and you give him a look to continue.

With an awkward smile, the boy continues "Can I scent you now? I mean, can I leave more of my scent on you?"

Because of your second gender, and for your own safety, you have allowed Mingyu to scent you in the morning before you go to work. This started 2 months ago when you two living together. (Before this, it was your Beta Mom scents you.) Mingyu mostly just rubs his wrist at the side of your neck or just hugs you for a few minutes so that you are covered with his scent.

"Sure," you replied. While trying to play it cool, you shifted your place from the floor to the couch. "It's not a big deal."

Sitting beside Mingyu, wondering what he will do when he means leaving more of his scent (you thought of a longer time hugging), you avoid eye contact with him as much as you can.

Mingyu changed his sitting pose from facing to TV to facing towards you now. While watching at you with careful gaze, he lifts his hands and brushes the side of your neck with his fingers.

"Can I?" He asks again. You nods, your eyes flickering and actually hoping him to finish quickly before you expose your nervousness.

And before you could realise, Mingyu lands a kiss at your neck. You are not a stranger with being scented at neck area. As this is common way to produce heavier scenting with kiss (technically with some help of saliva) and your mother did that to you as well.

But you did not expect Mingyu to initiate it. The reality of Mingyu is already a grown up man and also an Alpha hits your conscious. Once that thought caught in your head, you could immediately feel a gush of heat emerges at your cheeks and neck area. You jolted and clenches at the hem of your shirt and counted 1 to 20 to calm yourself.

Mingyu backs away the moment you startled and saw your hands clenching. Mistook as you hating it, he quickly apologises. "Sorry Y/N, I saw your mom did it and I consulted her on heavier scenting, she told me that I could..."

"Mingyu," with your head lowered, you stopped him from finishing his speech. "I don't hate it. "

You could see his face quickly changes to a brighter mood when he heard you. You could not help but let out a chuckle. Even already 20th years old, he still projects his emotion straightly to his facial expressions like when he is a kid. He is still the familiar little boy you knew after all.

Then out of a sudden, you felt lonely for could not seeing his face for the next 2 days. It is the first time he will be leaving your side ever since you both lived together. You could not help but blaming yourself for taking granted of his existence and did not spent time with him more. You bit your underlip with a weird mix of resent and regret.

Mingyu is still putting himself on leash while he observes you, picking up your body language and deciphering your emotions through your pheromones.

You could not help but finding it funny that Mingyu has a wary trait even though being clumsy sometimes.

You finally calm down a bit and turn towards him with your arms open wide. "Mingyu, you are not done yet."

A smile broadens over his face as you finished your words. Mingyu wraps his arms over your shoulder before pulling you closer towards him.

He lands his forehead on the curve of your neck and shoulder attempt to hide his face. You could hear him let out some soft giggles which you find is really cute.

You reach out to pat his head and says "Sorry that i forgot about your trip, make sure you have fun ok?"

"Ok." With his head still at your shoulder, Mingyu replied. He lifts his head up and kisses your neck again. "I will miss you."

You nearly lost your cool when he said that. You don't know if you should take this chance to confess or just wait until he comes back. But you could only respond him by repeating what he said, "I will miss you too."

Hearing that, Mingyu increased his pull making your body gets closer to his while he nuzzles and leaving more pecking kisses on your shoulder. Then you heard him says

" I love you."

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hiraethjjk · 5 years ago

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(1/?) oh, there you are

this is part one of a smol fic i’m writing right now.. usually i write my fics in norwegian, but i tried my best doing it in english. sooo

theme: reader x jungkook, college, fuckboy bts, kinda sexual?? idk word count: 4.7k

summary: despite all the warnings you heard about him, despite you tried to resist him - chemistry had other plans for you.

part one //

“y/n.” rosé sang as she slowly opened the door to your room.

“nooo.” you groaned as you pulled the covers over your head, trying to block out her singing voice.

she jumped on the bed next to you laughing, and putting her arm around your body while still under the covers. “y/n” she sang as she still was laughing.

you just groaned in response.

“come on, you have to go to the party tonight. it’s gonna be sooo much fun.” she begged, while you were still hiding under the covers.

you peaked up from the covers, looking down at rosé with her puppy eyes and pouted lip. “come on rosé. you know my sleeping schedule is totally fucked up right now. i’m so tired, i just wanna sleep the rest of the day.”

“that’s your master plan? you know, you are gonna sleep rest of the day, and stay awake all night. then you are gonna go to class, and then get back home, and sleep all day. and repeat the next week.” you knew there was some truth to it. “if you go to this party, you’ll stay awake all evening, and then we can go home by 2 am. you’ll fall asleep immediately when you get home, and you’ll be on your way to fixing your stupid sleeping schedule.”

you didn’t answer because it was a genius plan. your sleeping schedule had been a pain in the ass ever since uni started again a week ago. you had tried everything to fix it but it always ended up with you falling asleep way too early and just making the situation worse. and besides, it was rumored that this party was going to be huge. you really didn’t want to miss it.

“so, am i making any sense?” rosé said as she looked at you with eyes filled with hope.

“i mean, you are.” you gave her a small smile. rosé’s eyes widened, and soon she was cheering loudly.

she wrapped her arms around your body and hugged you like a koala. “oh my god this is gonna be so much fun!!!”

you chuckled at her reaction. it made you happy seeing how happy she got.

“jimin is making punch so we can have a small pre-party before we leave.” rosé said as she pulled away. she stood up from the bed, and put the lights on.

“rosé, not so fast!” you said as you hid your face in your hands, trying to slowly adjust to the bright light.

“you need to start fixing yourself. yeri and i are almost finished, you need to hurry.” she said, and when you finally managed to get up from your covers and sit up straight, she gave you the room.

you looked at yourself in the mirror, and you looked like a mess. You stripped yourself naked, wrapped the towel around your body and made your way to the bathroom. you took a quick shower, and mentally thanked yourself that you shaved your legs the night before when you had woken up, and had time to kill before school started. you used to the good shampoo and conditioner that you only saved for special times, like now. you were happy that rosé managed to convince you to go, because even though your eyelids were still a bit heavy you had already missed out too much because of your dumb sleeping schedule. first weeks of uni where always filled with parties that were too good to miss, and you had already missed a bunch of them.

you finished showering, and you quickly retrived back to your room. you towel dried your hair and dried your body, before putting on matching black underwear (you never know). you put on a black longsleeve that was cropped, with a pair of black wide legged trousers. It was simple and casual, but still cool. you quickly did your makeup routine, with a simple bronzed eyeshadow look with defined brows. you were impressed with yourself by the end of it, and satisfied with finished look. You just finished with spraying some of your favorite perfume on you.

you walked out of your room, and down the stairs to the rest of your housestand were sitting. you lived together with rosé, yeri and jimin. you knew jimin and yeri from before, and you agreed early on to look for a house together. you then found an advertisement posted by rosé, who was looking for three new roommates in this huuuge house. the three of you decided it was worth a shot, after looking at pictures of this beautiful house that was surprisingly not that expensive if you split the rent equally. and it resulted in rosé melting into the group perfectly. like it was meant to be.

“there she is!” yeri cheered as you walked into the kitchen. they were all sitting around the kitchen island as jimin poured everyone a glass of the punch he had just made. you were by nature sceptical of everything jimin made that had alcohol in it, but you were broke as fuck at the moment, and you took whatever alcohol you could get your hands on.

“oh you look really nice.” jimin complimented as you sat next to him, and him fixing you a drink.

“thanks.” you replied, and then suddenly music started playing from the speakers. you looked at yeri grinning who was sitting with her phone, probably the one putting on music by the sound of what was playing.

the pre-party was really fun, like always. if you, yeri and Jimin were ever moving away you would take rosé with you. she was a part of the group now, and all four of you were just like meant to be together. this was like the happiest group home ever, you could never be angry. you four balanced each other perfectly. you had jimin and rosé who was balls of sunshines, while you and yeri were a little on the opposite side, balancing the group just right.

the four of you decided to walk to the party, as it wasn’t far away. you locked your elbow with jimin’s as yeri and rosé walked in front of you two. you were not that drunk, but drunk enough that whatever Jimin said made you giggle and you tagged along whenever rosé started singing.

“who is hosting this party exactly?” you asked jimin as you started hearing the music blast.

“min yoongi and jung hoseok.” he answered. “jung hoseok is from a really rich family so he has this big house that is perfect for hosting huge parties, and he never lets down on that front.”

you chuckled. “i don’t mind.” min yoongi was in your political history class two years ago, so you knew him at least a little.

“me neither.” jimin answered as you arrived to the source of the music. “looks like we’re here.”

you looked up to the house, and man it was huge. the house was filled with people. people were standing outside smoking cigarettes with a red cup in their hands. another couple was making out right next to the stairs. this is promising.

you four walked up the stairs and went inside, and it was like any other party. at first the four of you hanged together at the couch, but one by one you all scattered to the wind. rosé probably seeing her crush chanyeol, yeri just going downstairs to the stoners, and jimin finding himself a hot girl to fuck.

when you realized you were alone, and that you were sobering up, you managed to bully your way through people and made your way into the kitchen. there you saw a red cup standing unused on the bench. you grabbed it before anyone could, and now, you just had to find you some booze.

suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. “y/n!” a familiar voice shouted. you snapped your head towards the source of the voice, and saw taehyung standing there.

you grinned as you saw the black haired young man. “hey taehyung.” you said as you pulled him into a hug.

“i’m so happy to see you here. haven’t seen you in any parties since the semester started.”

you shrugged. “i’ve been having some sleeping trouble, haven’t just felt like it.”

“aftermath from being home all summer?” he chuckled.

“something like that.” you replied. “you got any booze?” you asked, changing the subject. you had seen vodka bottles lying around, but being a responsible adult you wanted to avoid those, just in case.

“yeah, me and my buddy brought some.” he said, and motioned you to follow him. you followed taehyung down the hall and up the stairs, and you couldn’t comprehend how huge this house was. yoongi was lucky he had a rich friend.

you arrived upstairs, and there was another living room filled with people. the room was lit up with red light that was taped up against the roof around the room.

taehyung sat down on the couch, and made room for you too. he had a bag under the table, and brought up an absolut vodka bottle unopened.

you grinned at him. “that’s perfect tae.” you grabbed the bottle out of his hands, ripped of the plastic, and poured vodka into your red plastic cup. he offered some red bull, which you gladly accepted.

taehyung was your classmate, and kind of like your study buddy. you were both doing a bachelor degree in science, and you had been good friends since both of you started last year. “so, how’s life?” taehyung asked as he put down his bottle back in the bag.

“the same. what about you?” you asked, and he shrugged his shoulders.

“the same. by the way did your friend yeri come?”

you giggled. “please just admit you have a crush on her.”

“i don’t! or… i just find her very beautiful.” he admitted. taehyung has had this thing for yeri since he met her once at your place, but he was too shy to hit on her.

“i don’t get it. you’re such a playboy and you can’t even talk to her without blushing like a school girl!” you teased him. every party taehyung went to he managed to get some pussy, but he was terrified to talk to yeri.

“but like, yeri is so… she’s such a proper girl!”

“you know she’s downstairs getting high with rest of the stoners, right?” you chuckled at him using the word proper to describe yeri. “but yeah, i understand. she’s blunt and honest, and can be a little intimidating if you don’t know her.”

“yeah, see?” he sighed like he felt defeated.

“she’s a tough nut to crack, but she’s worth it. i can give you her snapchat, so you can add her later?”

he nodded. “okay. or maybe if i get enough liquid courage i can maybe try and talk to her later.”

“yeah, just be yourself. she hates it when people try to be something they are obviously not. and she’s studying bio engineering, so you have something in common.” you said as he took a big sip of his drink.

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time went, and you had probably sat with taehyung for over an hour just talking about everything between heaven and earth. you were getting pretty drunk, and you had already drank half the vodka bottle.

“you know what taehyung?” you asked him as you put your hand on his shoulder.

“hmm?”

“i think you should go and talk to yeri. right now.” you smiled.

“no i’m not drunk en-”

“if you are too drunk then she’s just going to think you are loser. go now.” you said, and he looked at you as he squinted his eyes.

he stayed silent. he was probably debating in his head wether it’d be a good idea or not to do so. “come on taehyung. you’re a catch. she’s missing out if she thinks otherwise.”

those few words seemed to boost him. “fine.” he said as he stood up. “fine i’ll do it,”

“yes!” you cheered as you raised your hands in the air, but you realized you hit something behind you.

you turned around and saw a boy standing right behind you. “you mind?” he said as he looked down at you.

“jungkook!”‌ taehyung said as he grabbed this boy into a half embrace. after the embrace he looked down back at you. “wish me luck.”

“you got this.” you smiled at him, before he went past the boy and walked away.

you looked back at jungkook. “so, you mind jumping in?”

“oh, of course.” you said as you jumped to taehyung’s previous spot. you looked back at jungkook. he was wearing a black t-shirt that fit his upper body perfectly, exposing a lot of small tattoos on both of his arms. he had nice black hair, that was parted in the middle of his forhead. it looked like every strand of hair was carefully placed, just so it looked perfect. which it did.

he turned his head to you. “like what you see?”

you swallowed at his words, surprised at how direct he was. you just gave him a small smile, took a quick sip of your drink. “meh, not yet.”

he smirked at you as his arm went to the black bag that taehyung had brought, and grabbed the absolut vodka that you had been drinking from like your life depended on it. “what, who drank half my bottle?”

you internally panicked. taehyung that rat, you mentally wished for yeri to decline him now. “uhm…..” you managed to get out of your mouth, and his head snapped at you. “well, i guess i did, but it was taehyung who offered it to me. he said it was his.”

he shook his head. “typical taehyung. sees a pretty girl and he does everything to get them to bed.” he said as he started pouring himself a drink.

you scoffed. “taehyung and i are just friends, he was only trying to be nice.” you say as you defend your idiot friend. “although i wish he didn’t steal vodka from his friend.”

he smiled a little. “it’s fine. i’ll just steal some from him next time.” he turned his body so he was facing you now. “how do you know taehyung by the way?”

“he’s my classmate.” you replied. “you?”

“aaah, so you study science. i actually live with the guy.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “weird he never mentioned it to me. we’ve been close friends for over a year now.”

he shrugged his shoulders. “he probably wanted to keep you all to himself.”

you laughed at his answer. “yeah yeah, as if.” you shook your head at the answer, getting a little embarrased too. “what do you study then?”

he took a large sip from his drink before he answered. “well, i’m studying arts.”

his answer surprised you. “wow, wouldn’t have guessed.” you answered. “but that’s really cool. do you have job in mind that you’d like to do?”

he breathed out. “i mean, its tough getting a job as an artist. i don’t know. maybe i’ll go into teaching, or maybe i’ll just start tattooing. who knows.” he said as he rubbed his face with one of his hands, before he propped his elbow and rested his head on it as he kept looking at you.

“i was actually considering taking a bachleor degree within arts too, but i don’t know, don’t know what i would do with it.” you said as you leaned back against the sofa.

his eyes widened at your answer. “no way, you draw, paint or?”

you took another sip from your drink. “i draw, and i guess you draw too because of the tattooing plans?”

“meh, i draw mostly but i do enjoy paiting as well.” he said. “what are your plans with that science bachleor of yours?” he asked.

“i don’t know yet. but i do know that i want a job that’s well paid. maybe i’ll finish off with a master of biomedicine.”

he shook his head. “oh come on, money isn’t everything.”

you raised your eyebrows. “i know it isn’t. but when you grow up poor you kind of don’t want your future family to go through the same thing.” usually, you wouldn’t talk about your childhood to a complete stranger, but you were too drunk to care.

he nodded. “no, i get that too.”

“i did actually take arts history, political history and author study classes two years ago, but i’ve always had an interest in science too so.”

you noticed his eyes eyeing you up and down, and you couldn’t help yourself but to smirk. “like what you see?” you asked, referring to the question he earlier asked.

“i don’t know yet, maybe i have to see more to decide that.” he smirked as he sat closer to you.

you laughed at his action, and he couldn’t help but to smile when he heard you laugh. “maybe, if you’re lucky.” you chuckled, cheeks getting red. you mentally thanked yourself that you were wearing the best cover foundation ever.

jungkook wasn’t actually going to the party, he just went so taehyung would stop nagging at him. but after talking to you he didn’t regret it one bit. although he had a long history of picking up girls, fucking them, and ghosting them, he felt like you were different. like, if he actually did get to take you home, take off your clothes and fuck you senseless he wouldn’t mind, but that wasn’t his first priority right now. he just enjoyed talking to you.

“but like, i don’t think i would be tough enough to study arts like you.” you said, changing the subject back to what you were talking about earlier.

he furrowed his eyebrows. “how so?”

“like that’s one of the reasons why i didn’t study it. you just have to be so open about your art. share it with everyone and background for it. don’t you get anxiety when you have to do that?” you ask.

“i just make shit up. i know you are supposed to share, but i don’t. and not all art i make has some deep shit background to it, but if it does, i just say some stupid made up shit. i could paint an angel for an example, but i don’t tell the rest of my class it represents my dead grandmother. i just smile and say it represents my bright bright personality.” he said, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his answer.

you realized what he had told you, and you put your hand over your mouth. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh-”

“don’t be, it’s comical as hell.” he smiled. “but yeah, i don’t owe anyone anything. if i wanna share i share, but i don’t like the rule that you have to share. because i fucking don’t.” he replied flatly,

you smiled. “i like that.”

“you afraid you have to unveil all of your deep dark secrets?”

“it would’ve been awkward to say at least.” you said, taking another sip. “and when i look at other people’s pieces i don’t always like hearing the background for it, because everyone interprets things differently. you kind of make up your own meaning of it, you know?” you said looking directly into his eyes.

“i know what you mean.” he said, and then he took a quick look at his watch. “do you have class tomorrow?”

“chemistry at 9 am.” you said, checking your phone to look at the clock. it was 1:03 am. “for four fucking hours.”

“you must really hate yourself if you voluntary go to a party the night before a four hour chemistry lecture.”

you tucked your hair behind your ear. “yeah, just a part of my destructive behavior. it was actually more of a tactic, to get a more normal sleeping schedule.”

“why, what’s wrong with it?”

“just sometimes i have a tendency to sleep too much for a period of time and it just ruins my whole structure of the day. normally i would wake up now, and just wait for class to start.”

“and what do you do eight hours before class starts? stare at the ceiling?”

“basically.”

“why don’t you hang out with someone?”

you chuckled as you rolled your eyes. “yeah because normal people are awake all night.”

“next time you can call me.” he smirked.

“well it looks like my sleeping schedule will be normal by tomorrow, but i’ll remember it for next time.” you replied as you looked into his eyes, and he did the same. “so when i call you next time, you have no right to be pissed if i wake you up. you said so yourself.”

he chuckled before his mouth turned into a smirk. he moved even closer to you, cutting the small space between the two of you. his finger went under your chin to lift it up to his level, and his lips moved even closer to you. “pissed is the last thing i’ll be." he whispered. he was so close you could feel his breathing, and all you wanted to do was to close that small space between your lips. you were so nervous, you were sure your whole body was trembling. his hand moved from your chin to your cheek, before he closed that small space between your lips.

kissing jungkook wasn’t like any other drunk kisses you had experienced. it was slow, it wasn’t rushed like it usually was. his lips were so soft, gentle. his other hand went to your waist, pulling you even closer to him as if that was possible. as he did that you swung your leg over his lap, so you were straddling him. “eager are we?”

you took a quick look around you, and luckily there weren’t a lot of people left upstairs. “shut up.” you said, and you put both of your hands on each side of his face before you kissed him again. your lips melted perfectly into his. you felt like his lips were custom made just to fit yours perfectly. hadn’t it been for the vodka streaming in your blood you would never be this intimate with someone publicly, but it was something with jungkook that made you forget all of your principles and values.

everytime his skin was against yours you felt it, only a thousand times more intense. when he put his hand back on your bare waist, only that was enough to make you mad with lust. as you made out more you could feel his bulge against your core, and all you wanted to was to take jungkook with you home.

your kiss was interrupted with your phone buzzing like crazy. as you pulled away you looked down at jungkook who was out of breathe. you really didn’t want it to stop, but when you grabbed your phone and saw that the caller-id was rosé, you know you had to answer it. “i’m sorry.” you said quickly to jungkook before you climb off him, and answer the phone. “yes?!” you said, sounding a little too annoyed.

you immediately recognized what was happening on the other side of the line. “can you please come to the bathroom downstairs?” you heard her crying.

“yeah of course.” you said, immediately forgetting about her cockblocking you. “i’m on my way.” you hung up on the phone. you gave jungkook an apologetic look, before taking your red cup, downing it, and leaving to go and help rosé.

rosé crying at parties wasn’t anything new to you. and you were definitely not the caregiver person when drunk, but considering it was rosé, you felt obligated too. there were only three people in this world you would take care of when drunk, and that was jimin, rosé and yeri.

you arrived outside the bathroom door at the same time as jimin, meaning she had called both of you. jimin knocked carefully at the door, “rosé?” he called out softly.

you heard a click voice, and as he opened the door, it showed rosé with her face down in the toilet, puking her guts out.

“amazing.” you muttered to jimin as both of you kneeled next to her, and jimin gathered all of her hair and put it in the hair tie you handed him.

rosé turned her head against you when she finally stopped puking. her eyes were filled with tears. “i made a fool of myself in front of chanyeol.” she cried out. “i started puking right outside where i was standing having a conversation with him. he looked disgusted with me!” she said as she made her ugly cry face.

“oooh.” you said as patted her back, and she started puking even more. you looked at jimin, and it looked like he didn’t know wether he wanted to laugh or cry.

after a while when rosé finally stopped puking, jimin lifted her up bridal style from the bathroom floor. “i swear to god if you puke on me i’ll throw you in the river.” he said quietly as both of you began moving out of the bathroom. you checked your clock and it was about 3 am. there weren’t a lot of people left, probably because it was a tuesday.

“y/n, would you mind getting my bag by the speakers in the living room?” jimin said to you as you followed him out the door.

“yeah sure.” you answered, and then you turned around and made your way to the living room. you quickly recognized jimin’s bag laying untouched right next to the huge speakers. you picked it up, but quickly let go of it as you felt two hands wrap around your waist.

“that was mean, leaving me like that.” you recognized jungkook’s voice whispering in your ear. your body melted right into his chest, and you could again feel his bulge against your ass.

“sorry, it was an emergency.” you said as one of your hands went up to his neck.

you turned around in his embrace, and held yourself steady by placing your hands on his shoulders. you now regretted that one drink you took before going downstairs and helping rosé. his hands crept from your waist down your back, getting dangerously low. “you know, we can always go back to my dorm…” he smirked.

honestly at this point there was nothing more you wanted. you wanted to go back with him home and bounce on his dick for the rest of the night, but you knew better. you would have to wake up in five hours by now, and you knew you would hate yourself if you woke up at jungkook’s.

you sighed in defeat, you couldn’t go. “i’m sorry. right now there is nothing more i want than to go home with you, but you know, four hour chem lecture in six hours.” you said.

you pulled away from his embrace, and picked up jimin’s bag and slung it over your shoulder. “see you around i guess.”

he looked rather defeated. “sure, i guess.”

you walked past him and out the door. you started jogging when you could see jimin standing not too far ahead with rosé, who looked like she was puking in a bush.

you reached them quickly, and you couldn’t hold in your laugh after rosé collapsed into the hard pavement, and jimin had to lift her up again. “did she puke on you?” you asked jimin.

“luckily no, not this time.” the three of you walked towards your dorm. all you could think about was jungkook. you really wish you were walking towards his dorm now with him, and not alone home. maybe you would meet him this weekend at wendy’s?

you all three arrived home without rosé puking again. jimin lifted her into her bedroom as you fixed her a bucket with a plastic bag (in case she puked again), a couple of pain killers and a plastic bottle of water on her nightstand.

you went to your bedroom. you took all of your clothes, before you grabbed make up wipes and removed your make up. you couldn’t help but til smile when you thought of tonight. jungkook was one of the first boys you had ever met were everything just felt right. the conversation was easy, you actually had common interests, and he was hot as hell. and he seemed interested in you.

you laid down on your bed, and it didn’t take long until your heavy eyelids took over and you fell asleep.

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College Fiasca (II)

First off, i am SO sorry for the delay of this part. I promised this AGES ago but tumblr never posted it and .. now i feel terrible. but here we go, the second part to the college fiasca series!

Sex was great. Something you learnt last night was something that you had, in fact, been missing out on now. But a problem comes with sleeping with someone who’s known for one night stands. And there’s a problem when you find yourself in the room of that someone 3 AM in the morning.

It was a sharp prodding in you stomach that roused you, making you grumble and roll around, nudging your nose deeper into the soft soft pillow that oddly felt so luxurious and -

Nothing like the used pillow that you owned.

Shooting up onto your splayed hand on the pillow, you gazed through the hair that had fallen infront of your face at the jerk, glancing around to see an apartment you had never seen before, and when your eyes dropped down at the sight of movement, you gaped in horror when you saw a very handsome face lying right next to you, his eyes closed, soft lips parted as his brows pinched slightly.

‘Oh my god’ you mouthed, shivering suddenly at the cold air and you gasped when you realized you were naked, and the sheet was slipping off your shivering body.

Now settling back onto the sheets, you gazed up at the ceiling, thoughts flying through your head as you fisted the sheets being held tight against your chest. You could slip away right now, avoid confrontation with Jeongguk in the morning, and hide yourself from him when you see him in college.

Smothering a groan, you pressed a palm to your face. This was exactly what you were trying to avoid - you weren’t ready to play hide and seek with anyone, and you knew from previous knowledge how it’d end.

Sparing one last glance at the beautiful boy curling beside you, you slipped out of the warmth of the bed, very very reluctantly might you add, and with burning cheeks picked up your fallen clothes, every so often throwing a glance behind your shoulder to check if the boy had rouse.

When you had all your things in your hand and was fully clothed, you hesitated at the door, staring at the apartment and unable to smother the guilt you felt, you ripped out a piece of paper from your notebook and scribbled an apology letter.

Cheeks burning, you placed it on the counter and was gone from the apartment as fast as your legs could take you.

When you arrived back at your dorm after a cab ride from a suspiciously drunk driver, you tossed your belongings onto the floor and immediately fell face forward onto your bed.

You could hear your room-mate stir and mumble out a “Where were you?” but you gave a non committal shrug, glancing at the wall beside you. And ever so slowly, a smile came onto your face when you remembered how Jeongguk’s fingers felt on your chin before shaking yourself and digging your face into the pillow, still smiling.

Jeongguk woke, oddly, to an empty bed.

Eyes blearily blinking as he rolled onto his back, he brought his hands up to dig away the sleepiness away, yawning, and when he came to senses, last night’s events flashed through his head and he shot up, looking around for the girl he had brought home.

But as he stared at the wrinkled sheets, he felt the lingering warmth and registered that you had must left only a while back.

Falling back onto his back, Jeongguk gazed up at the ceiling, frowning as he felt a tug at his heart. What was he thinking? Of course you’d be gone. It was just a fling, that’s it.

But as he swung his legs over the bed and pushed to his feet, Jeongguk couldn’t help but think the way you gazed at him all night was something he hadn’t experienced in a while.

Shuffling into the kitchen while pulling a sweater over himself, Jeongguk glared at the chair he knocked into, grumbling to himself as he blindly patted at the counter for the switch, flinching when his hand met with the smooth feel of paper.

Finally switching the light on and dousing the room with bright yellow light, Jeongguk’s eyes squeezed at the brightness but nonetheless, he lifted the paper to read:

Dear Jeongguk,

I don’t know if this is one-night stand protocol but I found it mean to leave without writing a letter. :(

Ah, thank you I guess for last night. It was enjoyable great. Thanks?

I’ll see you around

Y/N

Lowering the paper, Jeongguk couldn’t help the confused grin that found it’s place on his face. You were … definitely different from the other girl’s he had met before.

Leaning his hip back against the counter, Jeongguk gazed at the apartment, arms crossed, as he thought.

“Y/N,” he tested the words out into the cold, absent air and found himself liking the way the name rolled off his tongue. Still grinning, Jeongguk pocketed the letter before jumping onto the couch with a cry, sinking into the leather before flicking on the tv.

The following week proved to you just how amazing of a creeper you were. And no, not the stalker type of way. No you were stealthy, careful with how you treaded the university hallways, constantly poking your head around the corners and ducking your head down to your chest whenever caught in a flood of kids in the hallways.

All because you fucked Jungkook.

God, why had you written that letter? The day after you slept with Jungkook, the realization of what you did had sunk in and you had screamed long and hard into your pillow, stared blankly at the wall when you stood under the shower, and paid half attention to the lecture you attended, half of your mind focused on what if Jungkook is in uni today?

You’re so called friends questioned your behavior. Many a times they looked over their shoulders when you all walked to the nearest diner to grab dinner, mouths asking the same words, “You okay Y/N?”

You’d always give the same “Of course” reply with a smile, but you always had your hands fiddling with your phone, chewing on your lips whenever you entered the college premises, eyes anxiously searching that one alluring dark haired boy.

And for the most part, you had gotten away from Jungkook.

Albeit, only for a week.

Precisely one week after you two had spent the night together, you had pushed open the doors to the common library of your university, intentions set on finishing up some revision for your upcoming tests and maybe if you were lucky even finishing a few assignments.

But, to your surprise, you made eye contact with Lau, your colleague in class who you had grown close to over the weeks. The boy was pretty handsome, you had to admit, with shocking grey hair swept off his head and brown roiled eyes that were quite warm.

Not like the brown intense ones you were used to.

Smile broad on your face, you walked up to him, arms full of books and greeted him with, “I feel like today’s a pretty auspicious day to see Lau Beck in the library.”

Said boy looked down in embarrassment, hand coming up to rub at his nape, bag low on his shoulders. “Ahh Y/N, c’mon, I love the library!”

You gave him a suspicious look to which he mocked puppy eyes back at you. The air broke into laughter and you two dissolved into talk, shifting from foot to foot as the pair of you bickered about the assignments and students.

You had just calmed down from a hilarious story Lau was moaning about when your eyes happened to skim over the hallway. Your eyes kept moving, smile still on your face as Lau huffed when his group of friends barged into your conversation, moving and moving until -

Oh good god

Eyes flicking back to Lau instantly, you swallowed and readjusted the books in your all of a sudden sweaty hands. Because down and right across the hallway among all the group of friends that stood underneath the grand chandelier of the library’s hallway, stood wretched Jeon Jungkook with his friends.

Obnoxious laughter and rioting came from their area, and you swallowed again, on edge and senses alert. Your thoughts turned to panic. How were you supposed to get into the actual library? Jungkook stood right next to the entrance of the doors and you closed your eyes fitfully before opening them, a sigh escaping your mouth. What were you going to do?

Lau and his friends were still fighting, shoving each other into the walls and laughing quite loudly, and with a startling thought you realized that they weren’t that different to Jungkook and his gang. Gazing at Lau, you realized that maybe, to some other girls, he was a Jungkook to them.

Back straightening, you risked a glance down the hallway and you felt your heart leap.

Jungkook, with his arms crossed over his chest, stood sideways to you with his bag hanging low, and his eyes trained on you, sparkling with amusement.

Your lips parted in a silent, very silent, gasp as you cleared your throat and turned your gaze to the floor to collect yourself. Your heartbeat was starting to pick up. Clearing your throat again, you looked up to find Lau anxiously staring at you. “You alright, Y/N?”

The four other boys around him turned their gazes to you and you took a step back reflexively, smile ready on your face to assure: “Oh yeah yeah! I just have to get going, I have to finish doing some revision, you know?”

“Alright.” Lau gave you a smile back before clasping the strap of his bag and turning to leave with his friends. “See you around.” You gave him a smile, nodding. “You too.”

And just like that, you were alone and Jungkook’s gaze on you was too hard to ignore. But you had to get into that stupid library. Debating for a split second, you considered going back to the dorm and studying there. But the girls would be getting ready for their night out, and if Jungkook had been looking at you talking to Lau, then he must’ve seen you entering the building as well.

Inhaling in till you stood straight, you steeled yourself. This wasn’t about Jungkook. No, this was about your education. You have to go in there and study.

So keeping your eyes trained on every foot step you took, you were careful to walk as far across from Jungkook and his friends as possible. Your hands grew sweaty as you neared the doors and your ears picked up on their loud laughter, bits of their conversations of “..no oh god she was horrible in bed,” to “..yeah the whole thing in my mouth!” reached your ears.

Wrinkling your nose, you ducked your head as your neck grew redder at the intensity of Jungkook’s gaze on you. Your pace quickened and you knew you would look a sight, head ducked and feet moving like you were being chased, but Jungkook’s gaze was hard enough to make you run.

And when you slipped into the sanctuary of the library, you breathed out a huge sigh of relief, sweat lining the back of your neck.

Completely unaware of the Jungkook on the opposite side of the wall, lips upturned into a quirking smile.

You had found yourself near the farthest table, head bent over a book, eyes aimlessly reading the same paragraph, thoughts in another world. It had been well over an hour since you entered and sought refuge in the library and found a seat. The words on the paper shifted, blurred into the very familiar scenario of you and the tall ebony haired boy you had seen not too long ago falling onto the bed. Your lips started to sting at the memory, remembrances of the way he kissed still lingering on your lips, eyes replaying the visual of how Jungkook had leaned down and breathed you in, inches before the memory shattered.

“Y/N!”

Eyes freezing onto the words that looked back at you tauntingly, as if to say that’s what you get for not paying attention, you seem to recognize the voice quite distinctly. Inhaling harshly, you flick your eyes to the side with your body still facing forwards, hands firmly flat against the book to keep it open to gaze at the sound.

And lo behold stood Jeon Jungkook in all his glory, large, white sweater hiding his very well toned boy ( you remembered with a gulp ) and his hair parted in a way that showed how fluffy he could look.

And honestly, how fair was that? The boy had a drop dead gorgeous body but with a flip of a switch he could look like a soft plushy with wide, bambi eyes that could make you melt. The thought alone made you want to grit your teeth in frustration. What kind of devious creature was he?

“Y/N,” Jungkook said again, this time a bit slowly, drawing out the end of your name, a slight lilt to his voice and with a quick jerk of your head you caught the mirth in his eyes. Lips rugged up in a smile, the boy seemed to look too smug for his own good, and your own eyes narrowed at that.

“Yes, Jungkook, that happens to be my name, can I help you?”

“Can you?” He pondered aloud, feet striding across the carpeted floor to plop down in the seat infront of you with a loud sigh that drew stares from the other kids in the library. “Well because you’re insisting so much - ”

“I really am not - ”

“Can you tell me why you’re ignoring me?”

The question did catch you off guard. Eyes going wide and snapping your attention from stuffing your books back into your bag to gaze at the boy, you fought to gulp. Because the boy was tilting his chair back, eyes surveying the width of the library as he raised both hands to comb through his hair - and drat a tiny peek of the boy’s golden tanned skin was shown.

You felt a circuit in your brain short wire and you blinked, shaking yourself to duck your head away, furiously trying to will away the warmth that was creeping up your neck to mumble, “I’m not ignoring you.”

“Why lie when you can come straight out with it?”

The edges of your vision flickered with annoyance and you raised your gaze back up to Jungkook to see him now leaning forward, bored eyes taking you in as he propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin on them.

“I’m not lying,” you spat out, feeling slightly hypocritical because you knew you were trying to hide from him, but he didn’t need to know that. Pushing to your feet, you slipped the books into your arms to bring your glasses back onto your nose and glare at Jungkook through them. “Goodnight Jungkook.”

As you walked away you heard a calling out “Oooo” from him but you gritted your teeth to yourself, flattening your eyes as you shoved open the doors to the hallway of the library, eyes focused on the entrance ahead.

Why on earth was that boy so fucking irritating, yet arrogantly good looking? Like good god, you felt so conflicted whenever you looked him, half of your brain begging you to yank his head down to bite his lips and the other half aching to take a book and whack him on the back of his head.

Damn fucking idiot, why can’t he just use his mouth to kiss you instead of -

Catching yourself before you could complete the thought, you shook yourself harshly, taking a turn to reach the doors of the library, weaving through the students.

The last thing you need is Jeon fucking Jungkook to be on your mind in that way.

A firm grip on your elbow spinned you around and suddenly Jungkook was all you saw as you flicked your eyes up, his body crowding you forward till you reached the wall, his chest inches away from yours.

You gaped up at him for a second, the grip on your books slackening as Jungkook’s eyes flickered around your face to land on your lips.

“Do you know that I meant what I said that night?” Jungkook murmured, one hand creeping up your side to cup your cheek, brushing at the hair that escaped there, making you shiver slightly.

“You said a lot of things that night,” you shot back quickly, cheeks erupting in flames when Jungkook’s cheeks picked up in a smile before they moved back down to form the words as he leaned towards your ears, “About us still seeing each other after that night. Don’t you want that?”

You stared at Jungkook’s shoulder that was inches away from you, ears thudding with your rapid heartbeat and heat, fingertips digging into the hardcover of your textbooks.

Why on earth was he asking you this now, here, out of all the places? You could feel everyone’s gazes on you, girls throwing you judging glances as they walked by and boys raising their eyebrows at you two.

Ducking your head to rest at Jungkook’s shoulder, you could both hear and feel him freeze up slightly. Breathing out slowly, you closed your eyes as you felt Jungkook’s hand cupped the back of your neck and massaged at there.

“Jungkook,” you breathed out, holding tight onto your books. This was so dangerous, this whole back and forth game, like running on top of a tight rope.

“Yeah?”

You tilted your head sideways, lips barely grazing at his sun kissed skin, inhaling his perfume. Your mind came to a halting decision. “I want it.”

Jungkook let out a slight exhale at that, hand slipping from your neck to your free hand, gripping it tightly before swinging around. Deftly, he made his way to the doors of the library, tugging you behind him till you two met the parking lot where his gigantic car stood, big and bold among all the cars and a swoop of excitement filled your stomach.

What would it be like to be with Jungkook again? Would it be like the first time? Or would he be different?

Too caught up in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized you had reached his car until Jungkook was holding you by the waist, pushing you up to the car. The cool metallic surface jerked you out of your reverie, eyes instantly flicking up to Jungkook’s.

His brown eyes were lightly dark, still the same usual brown, but a hint of interest and lust thickening the clouds in them. His lips were parted to poke his tongue out, hands rubbing circles into your skin.

“You with me?” he whispered out, stepping a bit closer to mouth at the skin of your neck.

“Y-Yeah,” you garbled out, your own voice sounding wrecked to yourself, eyes squeezing shut at the embarrassing sound, still holding onto your books tightly. “Oh, Kook.”

“Fuck you’re so responsive.” He breathed out, nuzzling into your neck, the action making you stumble your eyes open, his tongue coming out to lick and suck at your skin so suddenly. Dropping your head back, your mouth parted widely in a silent groan, feeling the way his lips latched onto the skin and made quick work, marking you up with purple blossoms that would most likely stay for a while.

“God Jungkook,” you whimpered, tilting your head back down when his lips worked up to your ear. He chuckled, the vibrations in his chest thrumming against you and making you feel light headed.

His hand slid around your waist and you whimpered again, feeling the wide breadth of his hand slide warningly against you, clouding up your thoughts as he hummed into your ear. Everything was moving too fast, inside of you you felt your temperature rising up, you felt a pit of want starting to build up inside and fuck you needed something -

Click.

The sound of a handle opening made your eyes shoot out wide and Jungkook laughed, pulling away slightly to smile at you. “Stop looking like a lost deer all the time. Get in.”

And just like that, he slid his hands off, brushing your hair back off your cheeks before rounding around the front of the car to pick himself up into the car with a grin.

Standing breathlessly against the car, you sought to catch your breath, gulping down and hearing a laugh from behind you. Turning, you saw Jungkook bent over the car, arms pillowed atop of the roof of the car and chin resting on them, eyes studying you.

You kept your gaze on him, cheeks sinfully red, and felt your chest heave with reprieve. God this boy was going to be the death of you.

“You’re so innocent,” he murmured softly, as if amazed that such a thing could exist, eyes trained on your red lips before moving up to your eyes. “I’m going to wreck you.”

The building you arrived to this time was not an apartment, but in fact a hotel. Your questioning gaze tried to ask Jungkook the question you were trying to convey as you got out of the car, but the boy simply dropped the keys into the awaiting attendant’s hands and motioned for you to follow him.

Inside, it was quite luxurious, a fountain sprinkling water out as a live band played jazz on the side, orange, dim lights that graced your skin and made you shift.

Taking in everyone’s look, you understood that this was a high end hotel. Looking down at your clothes, you swallowed and tugged the books closer to your chest. You looked like a fucking high school kid running off with her boyfriend during school to mess around.

He’s not your boyfriend you chastised yourself with a flush to your cheeks, yanking the strap of your bag higher up your shoulder. Don’t go having these ideas, missy.

“Hey!” Jungkook called out and you turned.

He was waiting at the elevators, hand out against the door and holding the door open with his foot wedged in the corner lest the doors decide to close. “You coming?”

Taking one look at the mischief in his eyes, you decided to play your own game. His playful mood was contagious, and you found yourself smiling back at him.

Crossing over to him, you moved to enter the elevator befooe a black object caught your sight.

“Oh my god! Kook, there’s a spider on your shoe!”

Alarm quickly overtook Jungkook’s expression and he yanked his foot backwards, stumbling behind to glance down at his shoe. But when he saw nothing there except the expensive leather, he glanced up, mouth parted and ready to ask Y/N what the fuck?

But with wide eyes through his bangs, he took in you standing inside the elevator with a devious smile on your own face. As you raised your hand up to bid him a farewell, the doors slid shut and the last thing you saw was confusion before understanding washed in Jungkook’s eyes.

With the doors closed shut, you launched yourself into a fit of laughter, replaying the image of Jungkook’s parting lips and eyebrows kneading down and giggles filled the tiny compartment.

Through teary eyes you saw the glowing 12 button that symbolized the top most floor, and you realize that Jungkook must’ve pressed it before holding the door open for you. The thought did send your stomach into turns, and guilt started to creep its way inside of you.

But before you could dwell on it, the doors slid open and you stepped out into thin corridor. Fine carpet silk met your shoes and you could smell the scent of vanilla from somewhere down the hallway, but you decided it would be better if you stood here in front of the elevators and wait for Jungkook.

Smiling to yourself as you leaned onto the wall, you hummed and traced the floor with your foot. Your thoughts spun up scenarios at how Jungkook would react to your prank: maybe he’d laugh and tell you it was good, or maybe he’d purse his lips at you and not admit it. Either way, you smiled and waited.

The doors in front of you slide open.

“How did you like my - ” You started, looking up.

But your words died because Jungkook was standing in the middle of the elevator with his arms crossed and one foot tapping against the floor. His expression was closed, hard and unreadable, just like the first day you met him. Suddenly you were standing up straighter with your hands curling in behind you.

His eyes were so intense boring into yours, dark under those thick brows before he let out a disappointed sigh that tugged at your heart. Unfolding his arms, he strolled out the elevator to cross the space. “Were you going to ask if I liked your funny little prank you did downstairs?”

He spoke with a condescending tone and your eyes sharpened slightly, lips parting to reply, “Why was it not good?”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed briefly before it faded and he was smiling, as if in disbelief, before stepping way too close to be considered reasonable.

Your breath hitched, foolishly, eyes lowered as you stared. Jungkook’s hands shot out to grip your hips and shove you against the wall and you gasped, eyes flicking up to Jungkook’s angry ones, books slipping slightly from your hands.

“J-Jungkook.”

“Not so cocky when you’re pressed against a wall huh?”

“O-Of course not.” You snapped back, refusing to back down. “You’re cornering me!”

“Isn’t that what you did to me downstairs?” he replied smoothly, tilting his head to the side and leaning down. “Got all up in my space like this,” his breath was hovering over yours, “smiled with those pretty lips,” his eyes traced the outline of them, “and whispered my name so sinfully,Y/N.”

And god you nearly whimpered out loud at the way he breathed your name out against your ear.

“Oh,” you whispered, one of your hands leaving your books to grip Jungkook’s shoulder, tilting your head away as he traced down your neck.

“You thought that was fun?” he asked, rubbing a thumb across your hip, mouth latching onto a piece of skin, sucking and lightly digging his teeth into it, drawing purple and blue colors to the skin. Laving his tongue over the bruise, he felt you shiver and he flicked his eyes up to yours. “Want to play my favorite game?”

As you felt him pull away and gave you the space to open your own eyes and gaze at him through blurry gaze, chest slightly hitching, you realized with the look in his eyes that you didn’t need to say anything.

“Where’s,” you spoke through a croaky breath, “your flat?”

Just like that Jungkook was smirking, eyes turning up. Turning around to walk down to the right, he kept walking, assured with the sounds from behind that you were following him, to the last room in the hall.

Reaching back to fetch a card from his back pocket, he slid the pin card against the scanner on the door and it clicked open.

You stood behind, swallowing, feeling it dry and your legs wobbly. But you followed him easily when he opened the door, eyes craning up to take in the sight of the room.

It was very, very, big for a hotel room. It was no doubt one huge suite with a full living room and kitchen first in your sight.

“Leave your bag and books on the couch.” Jungkook called out, dropping his own on the floor near the dining table and walking into the kitchen. “I’ll get you some water.”

Stomach flipping, you tried to ignore it and crossed the room to slip your bag onto the long couch, placing the hard cover books onto the coffee table in front of it. Plopping down on the leather, you let out a sigh and tilted your head into your hands.

Your head was spinning. What were you doing here in this hotel suite? That too with Jungkook? Was this what you seriously wanted, or were you just doing this cause of lust?

You never had thought of yourself as one to fall into your desires, especially this one, considering you had never spent the night with a guy before. But after Jungkook, you felt yourself wanting more.

And a bit of you hated yourself for that.

“Your water.” A click made you look up and you saw Jungkook had placed the cup in front of you on the table before settling next to you.

A sudden rush of déjà vu flitted across your mind and you glanced up at him before reaching over for it.

You threw him a grateful smile before picking the cup up to gulp the whole thing down, placing it down quickly. You felt Jungkook gazing at you, and though you wanted to look back and ask what he wanted, you felt yourself grow shy.

After all that, now you’re shy?

Your eyes caught a certain book on the shelves that lined the mantle against the wall and you perked up. “Oh, is that The Bluest Eye?”

You rose to your feet before you could wait for a response, crossing the room to the shelves and slip the book out and into your palm. Turning you looked to Jungkook and found him blinking up at you, hand clasping the drink tightly. “Yeah, that is. Have you read it before?”

You smiled and tilted your head down. “No I haven’t. But Lau did suggest it to me so I’m so glad I saw it.”

“Lau?”

You looked up to see Jungkook raising up from his spot and placing his drink down, hands slipping into his pants. He rounded around the table and walked a few steps before leaning against the edge of the couch.

“Yeah he’s my colleague.” You smiled, toying with the book. “He’s the guy - ”

“Who was hovering all over you today huh.” Jungkook completed for you. He was staring down at his feet, soft hair flopping over his forehead.

You frowned. “No, I was gonna say that he attends all my classes but - wait, what?”

But Jungkook had quite answering, just pushed off the couch and crossed the distance between you two, eyes trained on your lips and licking his own.

“Have you ever been edged before?”

You blinked up at him, ignoring the hard beating of your heart, attempting at playing it cool. “I’ve never had sex before you, Jungkook, of course not.”

A wicked grin graced Jungkook’s face and suddenly he was leaning towards you, lashes fluttering. His hands slid out to slip into your hair, holding you in place. “Damn right,” he murmured under his breath.

The way he kissed you this time was different, it was slow. It was easy going, lazy even as he tilted his head and deepened it, tongue coming out to tease at the entrance of your lips.

You let out a whimper, arms sliding around his neck, pulling him close and with you against the mantle. It was uncomfortable, digging in your back, but Jungkook’s fingers gripping your jaw to hold you in place steeled you.

“Jungkook,” you whispered when the two of you parted for a second. His eyebrows quirked in a yeah? way, eyes half lid staring at your red, now plump lips. “Jungkook,” you whispered again, a bit louder to get his attention, and when he looked up at you, you pulled him close till his nose bumped into yours and you giggled. Can we, you know....?” You smiled cheekily.

Jungkook was staring at you, deciphering your words, before a smile broke out on his own face, inches away from you, handsome and shining. “So that’s the game you want to play?”

When you gave him a laughing nod, he laughed. He pulled you back in for a kiss, as if he couldn’t get enough, and tugged you with him. “I’m taking you on the bed, no way I’m gonna fuck you on the couch.”

With a deflated pout, you let him pull you to his room that sat at the end of a tiny hall. The room he slept in was clean and well kept, and you noted with a hint of sadness that no photo frames or home belongings hung to make it homey.

Jungkook sat at the edge of the bed, legs slightly spread, and he held his hands out to beckon you. Pursing your lips in pseudo thought, you smiled when he chuckled and placed your hands in his.

A yelp escaped you when he tugged you close, wide, large hands settling on your hips as his nose trailed across your stomach.

The action was strangely . . . intimate.

You raised your hands up to tangle into Jungkook’s hair. Noticing the way he leaned into your grasp unlike freezing like last time, you tugged slightly to expose his neck. Taking the opportunity, you leaned down to try your hand at sucking bruises onto his neck.

Licking up a stripe up his neck, you purred when he vibrated underneath you, nuzzling into the area below his ear before taking a risk to capture his lobe in between your teeth.

Jungkook’s groan startled you, raising a blush to your cheeks, one hand dropping to his shoulder to stabilize yourself. His hands were guiding you to straddle him, and you obeyed quickly, carrying on your mission on marking him up as much as he would on you.

When your lips reached the base of his neck and bordered his sweater neckline, you gazed up at him to see he had his head tilted back, eyes closed. A fraction of his lips were parted, as if lost to the pleasure.

A bit satisfied with yourself, you hooked a finger on the neckline to tug it low so you had more skin to work with. The more bruises you licked at, the more Jungkook seemed to vibrate. You had everything under control til the hand you had in his hair dropped to slip in the back of his sweater to dig into his back.

You had done it absentmindedly, something to ground yourself. But it triggered Jungkook, enough to send him moving. He flipped the two of you onto the duvet, eyes darkened and neck bobbing as he swallowed.

“Where,” he croaked out, “Did you learn to kiss like that?”

You smiled up at him, half conscious. “Why, was it okay?”

“Fuck,” he swore softly, hand cupping your neck, “It was great.”

You beamed up at him, full of pride, and suddenly a slight pink raised in Jungkook’s cheeks. Ducking his head, he let it lay on your shoulder as his hands slyly moved your shirt an inch up.

“Wanna be good for me and take this off?”

The complete switch that flicked all of a sudden threw you off for a second, but at the desperation in Jungkook’s eyes, you swallowed and nodded, helping him slip yourself out of it.

The minute the shirt hit the floor your arms were wrapped around your chest, chin tilted to the side. The blush on your cheeks were dangerously hot.

But Jungkook paid you no attention, diving down to place soft sweet kisses onto your skin, as if slight whispers telling your body that you’re beautiful, and though you still felt conscious, you felt Jungkook’s sincerity as he kissed across your chest.

That is till he caught one of your nipples in between his teeth and sucked at it, leaving you arching dangerously up and gasping into thin air.

“Jungkook,” you panted, glancing down to see him wickedly smiling, flicking his tongue across the pebbled nipple before moving down, eyes set on another treat.

“Spread your legs love.” Jungkook commanded, and though you did it slowly, he was patient, rubbing soothingly into your ankles to say that you were doing fine.

You complied, albeit a bit shyly, fingers twisting into the fabric underneath you, refusing to look away from Jungkook even though your cheeks burned. You chewed on your lip as Jungkook slinked down, kissing softly as he went, finally stopping an inch above the fabric of your underwear.

Fingers coming up to yank the offending fabric off, Jungkook finally sighed at the sight of you dripping, eyes transfixed on you as he pushed your thighs apart, leaning down to lick a broad stripe against you.

Muffling a groan, you arched your back and tilted your head to the side, hips jerking up against Jungkook.

“Be good.” Jungkook warned, eyes flattening, before leaning back down to lick at your folds, one long finger easing its way into you, and you saw stars, flashing lights as you squeezed your eyes tight and whimpered. You felt so full.

“Jungkook,” you sighed out, propping yourself up on your elbows and watching as the boy in question ate you out like a mad man, arms looped over your thighs to pin them down and eyes closed - as if taking in the moment, enjoying it.

A flash of pleasure made your thighs twitch and you muffled a groan, slipping a finger in your mouth to bite on in attempts to quiet yourself. Jungkook was doing everything in his power, though, to do quite the opposite, opening his eyes to leave them lidded, heavy with lust, staring you down as he licked up your wetness with a passion that left you blushing.

“You-” you hiccuped, feeling desperation sink into your blood when your stomach coiled, showing how easily you were to get riled up. The single hand that was holding you up quivered in exertion as Jungkook doubled his efforts, leaning back to spit into his messy work, delving back down with a wicked grin as he glanced up at you.

You felt the tightness in your stomach, the pangs of arousal that egged you on to slip your hands into the boy’s locks to get him to look at you.

“Please,” you said when he finally met gaze with you, your body quivering with the intensity, “please no more teasing, I want you.”

Jungkook’s eyes darkened in a way that left you gushing, his snake like tongue poking out and hiding as fast, his voice throaty and filled with arousal as he spoke: “How do you want it?”

No commands, no bending to his well. It was something you were consistently noting: Jungkook never forced you into doing anything, he always let you take the lead.

Was it because you had been a virgin not more than a few weeks ago?

Your cheeks burned with the knowledge as you pushed Jungkook over and the boy fell onto his back with a yelp, eyes watching you as you moved to straddle him.

He let out a breathy ‘fuck’, shifting himself upward so he could lay on the pillows, caressing eyes watching the way you followed him, molded into him, folding over him to press kisses over his chest.

One of his hands came up into your hair to twirl a lock, the other broad, veiny hand grasping the flesh of your thigh, his hums like symphony as he craned his neck back, eyes shut with pleasure. You kept your ministrations up, licking and pressing soft, sweet kisses all over his skin -

“Jesus fuck, Y/N, you’ll be the death of me if you don’t sit on my cock.”

You halted, closing your eyes and stalling because your cheeks were on fucking fire. How could he speak with such candor, so shamelessly? It left your stomach coiling in knots and thighs rubbing against each other.

Tilting your chin up so your lips brushed against the shell of his ear, you repeated those same words he had told you: “Beg.”

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Chapter 5: James

I know that not a lot of people that were also taking Visual Arts were going to be there, but I wasn’t too desperate about it either. Some to who I’ve talked to during the first week were nice but most of them were those edgy, cold, Clock Orange and Tarantino worshippers that just had their heads too far up their own butts to have a real conversation with. I think Betty was the only freshman that didn’t annoyed me at some level this past few days.Hope I get a chance to talk to her better. Is she thinking the same? Did she have a nice first week? Did she think of me at any point this past week? ‘Cause I had. I saw her twice on campus from afar, but she was always in a heated discussion with a group of people. This Political majors won’t miss a discussion, apparently. I hope she can take a joke, too. I think I remember her smiling at me the last time I was around, that gives me hope.

I skate there, only me with a bottle of champagne that I had smuggled from my mother’s hidden bar on the attic. Didn’t blame the people for staring, I was a Kid Cuts His Face While Riding a Skateboard With A Glass Bottle In Hand accident waiting to happen. I toss my board on the grass and get in, make myself home. I have been here for the same reason more times than it’s legal, but never felt uncomfortable enough to never come back again. It always started with some dubious glances and “who’s brother is this” muffled comments, and when we were all ready to call it a night lots of hugs and cheek kisses and “hope I see you next time, man!” were delivered at me as goodbye. Thus, I always came back.

“Sup Jaaames” Zoe greeted me. “ Nice! we were almost running out of this one, saved the party bro” she was pouring the champagne on her cup letting it leak a bit. She wasn’t sober.

“Yeah, I see you enjoyed some of if”

“ You don’t miss a thing, do you?” she took a sip. “ I was going to say this party is going to be good for you to mingle, but you already know most of our friends. I didn’t invite many people from your class but I hope you get to know them better, it’s good to be friends with people you study with, don’t underestimate that” She handled her tipsiness with grace, I bet she could give me a well-thought speech out of the tip of her tongue if I keep winding her up.

“ I talked to some, but they weren’t exactly my type of people, but I guess if I’m nice to them, they’ll be nice to me”

“Probably. But I suppose they were no Betty, am I right?” she said, stretching her name.Had I say something?

“ What do you mean?”

“ Rumors fly,boy. A little bird told me that you and her had a pretty agressive locked-eyes-situation last time you were here”. Inez couldn’t keep her words neither her imagination to herself, which was worse.

“ Yeah, I guess,but whatever…”

“Speechless,all of the sudden? hehehe” she leaned her arm on my shoulder,trying to catch her breath to talk “well, it’s not like it’s a surprise for anyone here. In any case, you know were the porch izzzzz”

I sat her down on the kitchen top, handled her a glass of water and told her I would say hello to some people. As I walked around, I saw some boys that would be in my grade if I was still in high school, Trevor and Nate. Fucking idiots. They were always the ones to start a fight on a party or to make out with girls that were just too drunk to persist to refuse. I didn’t engage in the first one, but had already started some myself for the second reason. But, right now, in front of all this people they were new to, they seemed like two nice puppies. I nodded at them and went to the backyard. Needless to say, I wanted to get to Betty as fast as I could so I just waved to a lot of people, grabbed a beer and looked around trying to appear as casual as possible. And there she was, talking to a friend. She was much more relaxed than when we had met and her eyes gleamed a bit when she smiled. I feel like I could come up to her and just ask “what’s up?” and we would spend the entire evening talking, as if we had done it a million times before. The scenario in my head didn’t worry me anymore, I wasn’t revising all my pick up lines trying to decide which one would work with her, I wasn’t forming a backup plan if she told me off. I just wanted to switch places with the girl in front of her. If only I had arrived earlier, if only that girl was talking to some other friend, if only I… was touching her tight. That girl was touching Betty’s tight. How close could you get over introduction week? Well. I guess I wouldn’t be the one to know.

I noticed that I had my eyes glued on the two for way too long so I went back inside. I wouldn’t say that I was crushed, but definitely disappointed.What was up with me? I misled my own self; it’s not like we had have any significant communication before, and it’s not like I was short on options of who to end the night up with. I wasn’t the one to fall like this;I had never been in love before.I sat on the couch for a bit drinking my beer until I heard from behind the other couch, that was in front of me:

“ You good, James? Another girl dumped you again? Uni girls don’t need your help when I’m around, do they? “Trevor said, giving Nate a high five for the extremely mature - almost academic, I would say- line that intended to get on my nerves. His goal was to either get me to fight him or to kiss him. But I guess I was still too sober for his taste. I always nod it off, never engaged the other twenty times he has ever tried to get me out of my cool.

But I could use the distraction.

Deep breath, fake smile and ask: “Beer pong. Me and someone against you two. What do you say?” I ask him. If life gives you two brats, you make a beer pong match.

“ Never saw you so engaged in making a clown out of yourself, James. I’m in. What’s in for it?”

“ Shit, isn’t the whole point to just get drunk? That’s what’s in”

“ I could be getting drunk with any hot bitch on this party, I’m not wasting that on you.Don’t be a pussy and bet something already”

“Whoever loses has to strip to the entire length of a song in front of everyone, in the kitchen counter.” Nate said.Trevor’s shadow could talk and knew the word ‘lenght’? Really underestimated that dude.

“Deal.”

It’s not that I was a good beer pong player. Neither was feeling especially lucky that evening. But I did have Ashley going for me, she made an excellent partner when it came to this game. However, I managed to balance her out and we lost.

“Okay! This is finally the night that we’ll know what is the color of James’ panties!” Trevor high fived Nate again.

“ Dreamed about it much, Trevor?” I answered.

“ Doesn’t matter. It’s not me who’s getting naked. I’ll let you choose the music”

I hesitated a bit.

“U can’t touch this”,I said.

He looked at me, a bit confused . “ Don’t get me wrong, James, I’ll definitely blast this but you’re digging your own grave”

Trevor laughed.

But a newbie is a newbie- since it was the first time they were ever in a college party, they weren’t aware that this was the song that played in every one of them and everyone had to dance to it. It was tradition. My brother, who was here before me, two years ago, warned me of it and taught me some smooth steps to this song. That’s when I discovered that I wasn’t too bad of a dancer and, long story short, everyone knew I could dance. So, when the song started and everyone got up and I stood on the counter, their heads bounced side to side, wondering what kind of code had been passed to everyone but them. And as I did the choreo, people started blasting my name, encouraging me. Damn, U can’t! touch! this! I was having a great time being the center of attention and the fact that I had to strip just hitted me by the middle of the song, so I started doing so. I took my shoes off, kicking them away on the beat of the song, and just as I had taken my shirt off- what led some girls to scream louder- the song ended.

“LET’S GET THIS YEAR STARTEEEED!!!!!” I screamed at the end. The crowd shouted my words back at me.

Yeah, I guess I’m starting big.

#ts8 #tswiftfanfiction #ts8 theories #august7 #betty and james #betty is bi #taylor swift #folklore #betty x james #betty is gay

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slothgiirl · 6 years ago

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Y/N and Harry are best friends

“Hey you,” you call out, arms outstretched towards your best friend, Harry, “long time no see!” It was ironic, you'd graduated uni and moved to london just as Harry went on his world tour.

He smiles widely, enveloping you in his arms, smelling of musk and dark florals and something warm that you couldn't name but always associated it with Harry. “Miss me much babe,” his eyes sparkling as he teased you easily, all these months meant nothing now that you were together again.

“You have no clue,” You answered honestly, “I had no one to bother late at night or eat my terrible bread creations.”

“It's a recipe,” he says with a shake of his head, swinging you both slightly, “I don't know how you can mess it up!”

“Whatever mr I can't park,” you snap back.

“At least I can drive.”

You both burst out laughing and he lets you go briefly before taking your arm in his, and leading you into the restaurant, both of you pretending not to notice the far off paps in the corner of the street. It came with the territory and the mad obsession the media has with your friend.

It was monday afternoon and you'd been looking to this for days when he told you he was flying back from japan, which sounded like a dream. You'd never been further than Scotland.

“Cebu is always so freaking good,” you tell him, taking a sip from your vodka cranberry, “but tell me more about japan! It looks so cool! I'd love to visit the Aniu or sleep in one of those cube hotels.”

Harry laughs, drinking from his own beer, “It was cool. I mean I sent you all those pics didn't I! It was good to get some downtime after the past year.”

“At least you make friends easily,” you say, scrunching your nose, “my first term at uni was so lonely, I don't know what I'd have done if I'd never met Julia.”

“You just have to talk to people I mean you wouldn't love you! I spilled coffee on you and you didn't completely hate me. That's best friend material.”

“Think that says more about you than it says about me,” you laugh. “Still Japan is much cooler that spending the workweek in a lab.” It had been cool at first, but the novelty of being out of school and getting paid and not having exams had worn off by now.

“You get to do crazy wacky science,” he teases, “how long until you’re an x man!”

“I'd rather be spider-man,” you tell him without missing a beat, “when the rami movies came out I spent a good few months looking for spiders in the garden to bite me.” It had been so dumb in retrospect but you'd always hoped one day you'd wake up with superpowers.

Harry roars with laughter, “how'd you get into Oxford again?”

“Don't be an ass,” you reply, “we can't all being amazingly talented singers.”

“You forgot the wildly attractive part,” he says with a smirk, leaning close to you.

Unable to help yourself, you snort, “there goes your giant head again!”

“Hey,” he protests, looking the very picture of offended. If you didn't know him any better, you'd think you'd gone too far. But there's a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips and you just laugh.

“My most sincerest apologies,” you respond a girl to match his on your own face. Harry has a way of just making you so freaking happy no matter what else is going on. There's never been a time in your friendship when talking to him hadn't made you feel better. “maybe bangs?”

He brings a hand up to his chest, mock offense written into his expressive features before his face lights up with glee. You know you're in for it now. “Oh where oh where has my baby gone,” he sings just loud enough to for you alone to hear.

“Stop,” you protest, flushing red and laughing, tears welling up in your eyes. You teared up easily when laughing. “Please the puppies are begging you to stop!”

Harry laughs, his gaze completely focused on you, “did you finish the art project you were working on then?”

Despite him being the only person you trusted with your super secret art projects, you still felt yourself blush, hand coming up to brush stray hairs back behind your ear, “the initial photography, but I’m still working through the editing. The ones I've finished are coming out almost the way I pictured them.”

“Almost?”

“Well things are never exactly how you imagine them are they,” you note, “or maybe I'm just overthinking things and have been working on them for too long.”

“You probably just need a pair of fresh eyes,” Harry says as they bring out your food. Their eggs in tomatoes looked deceptively simple and yet yours were never as good.

“Smooth,” you utter, grinning at him. “Do you hit up everyone's DMs like that?”

Harry shakes his head, “no but really baby, can I see what you have so far?” His lips are drawn earnestly.

You nod, “sure, we can make a movie night out of it too. I've been dying to try out this no bake chocolate cream pie.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie?”

“Deal.”

You slump on the cheap ikea couch you and your roommates had pooled cash together to buy once you get home, bag full of snacks.

“Tired,” Julia asks from the kitchen, shamelessly eating straight out of the pan.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “Arjun called in sick and since I'm the newest hires I got the short end of the stick and pulled a double shift.”

“Isn't work amazing,” Julia replies, bring the pan and an extra fork for you, settling down next to you. “My boss called me this morning at 6am and had me call a bunch of places in India to find some extra fabric for a client. I wasn't due til 9!”

“What an outrage,” I deadpan.

“Maybe we can still be witches in the midlands,” she offers, “or raise cows in the highlands.”

“God that's such a mood,” you sigh, taking the fork and eating her cheesy pasta dish. “I thought working in a lab would be nice and easy compared to school and it is but dealing with my boss and the hectic hours has left me with no social life.”

“Right! I've missed so many parties and good djs because I'm on call talking to far off places sourcing textiles! I just hope I get promoted so I can go on trip to source and not just spend all hours of the day being an errand girl.”

You nod, mouthful of pasta, “I heard hospital labs are pretty good but I've been told I need more experience.”

She laughs bitterly before gazing at your loot of snacks, “Harry coming over?”

“Yeah,” you reply, “we’re watching a movie and pigging out after a long ass week.” You has been looking forward to it all day despite how drained you were; to the bone, to the point coffee wasn't much help.

Opening snapchat you see harry's sent you a couple photos.

Him in a ruffled white shirt, loosely buttoned, caption reading in the mood for a period romance? ;))

The next was of him in a tastefully ripped shirt that probably cost more than your rent, and a worn flannel, or a rom com?

The there was Harry wearing an old dark knight shirt you'd gotten him for his birthday at a charity shop, or will we go full superhero landing!?!

Rolling your eyes and smiling your reply with a blurry selfy, the most dramatic frog to ever prince.

“God I can't wait til we're all sixty and you've both been married and divorced and finally get together,” she says teasingly, “or worse it's like you're both gotten together and your s.o’s are the third and fourth wheel!”

“Shut up,” you tell her, “we're literally the same. You spent most of fresher in my dorm once we met. You made me help shave your back.”

“That's friendship bitch,” Julia says with a laugh, “just keep in mind Imma be like dead to the world.”

“Wow,” you state, “you've come such a long way from being a complete party animal.”

“Right,” she mutters, “I miss drinking and showing up hungover to class.”

“It's all downhill from here,” you tease.

She swats your fork away from the pot, “what a depressing thought.”

Harry texts you to let you know he's here and you buzz him up, hugging him before saying, “i might have to steal this sweater from you.” It ridiculously soft the way only old sweaters are.

He laughs, “I brought a bottle of rose.”

“ooh let me try this knife trick i've been practicing,” you tell him as he kicks off his boots and settles in.

“Don't want to die today but thanks.”

“Harold,” you respond mock affronted. “So what movie have you chosen for us today art hoe?”

“You're the one who can quote the cool girl monologue by heart,” he retorts, grabbing the wine opener and starting on the cork. Unlike you, he managed it without cursing for half an hour and deciding boxed wine wasn't a bad idea.

“The movie harry,” you say, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows for the couch along with your art journal.

“Searching,” he answers, “Sarah said it was really good and slept on.”

“And even if it's not there's always chips and hummus.”

“Very true,” Harry responds, pouring wine into mugs like a maniac and settling down next to you on the couch, his own worn journal in hand. “But it's Sarah and Mitch they have great taste in pretty much everything.”

“High praise coming from you,” you note palming through your journal, over the drawing and words you'd written down over the last few months.

He grins, looking perfectly at home in your modest flat. Harry has never been weird about being famous and rich and- it made it that much easier to be friends with him. To forget about all that and just be friends with Harry, not Harry styles. “It is ain't it,” he utters lips curled into a sinners smile, the kind he gave girls and boys when you went out to clubs.

“There goes your big head again,” you retort, putting your journal down and curling up with a handful of popcorn.

“Oi!” Harry furrows his brow staring you down for a second before launching himself at you, pinning you down and tickling your sides, “take it back!”

“Never,” you yelp, giggling madly, Your arms against his chest as you push him off easily. It's so easy to be comfortable with him, he's just such a hugger and you can't say you don't like it, the warmth and security you feel.

He laughs, “so long as you let me see your journal baby,” is his only response, chest still shaking from laughter.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” you respond jokingly. The sense of humor middle schoolers had still there in your head.

“Deal,” he replies, shifting so his head is resting in your lap, passing you his own journal before grabbing yours off the coffee table. You'd never felt as grown up as you did when buying a coffee table, even more so than buying pans and dishes instead of eating everything out of a mug.

Mindlessly, your fingers run through his hair, soft and silky and starting to curl up behind his ears. You wonder if he'll let it grow out again. You prefer him like this but it was fun to braid his strands of hair.

His journal is more full of words than drawings, in his sloppy scrawl, like in old letters. Leather bound parchment, it's tons nicer than your own moleskine you'd gotten on sale, with the true victorian era feel you'd been obsessed with in your younger years.

There's a dreamy quality to the writing, fragmented thoughts that he trusts you with.

The tv plays quietly in the background, you’re too immersed to say anything, to break the comfortable silence with any words, occasionally reaching for a chip, smothering it in hummus.

In the beginning, when Harry had first crashed at your small cramped flat at uni, he'd drunkenly looked through your journal, well one of your journals, covered in all your loose thoughts and many many drawings and sketches, ideas for pieces that you'd spend what little free time you had doing.

You'd gotten annoyed and a little mad, because your journal was private and personal and who did you think you were? Frida Kahlo? It wasn't like he'd meant to, drunk and a little high. It wasn't one of your best moments but he'd bought you a cuppa tea the next morning before you'd woken up and let you flip through his own journal, just to make it up to you.

That's how he'd become the person you trusted to show your art to.

“Don't laugh at my sad attempts at poetry,” he mutters, his gaze meeting yours somewhat self consciously. His cheeks are flushed red but you can't tell if it's from laughing or because he's actually embarrassed.

“Trying to be just like Bukowski,” you tease. You'd never actually read anything by him, you just read about him being kind of an asshole in real life.

He rolls his eyes at you, “ever since you sent me that song I can't think about him the same!”

“I just thought you'd want to know. That song is such a depression mood though.”

Harry grows serious, looking up at you. Your hand stills in his hair. “Are you alright?”

You nod, “yeah I'm fine I was just joking.” It's true. You haven't felt depressed in months, haven't been bad in longer. Progress.

“You'd tell me if-”

“Oh course,” you cut him off with a smile, closing his journal. “Want to see how my latest and greatest projects progressing?”

He smiles softly, “why else do you think I'm here for?”

You smack him lightly with his own journal, getting up and getting your laptop. This latest idea of yours has come at the cost of having to learn to use digital editing. Thank god for youtube.

Harry sits up and watches as your scroll through some of the more finished pictures of both women and men you'd reached out to, dragging Julia with you to feel braver about approaching strangers. Something you wouldn't have done a year ago.

Their pictures have been edited to exaggerate their insecurity, ranging from overly larger noses to small eyes and thin lips. It had been an idea since you'd read about Jacqueline de Ribes who someone had said how sad it was if you didn't have a great big nose like she had.

“Especially in this era of face tuning and filters and contouring where everyone is trying to hide what they feel insecure about,” you tell him, watching the shift of his lips, his pensive gaze, trying to gage his reaction. No one but you has seen these. Although when you’re done they'll also be sent to your models, who'd been nice enough to open up about their insecurities to you. Maybe it was easier to talk to strangers you'd never see again about these things. Wasn't that the whole idea behind therapy?

“At first I only edited it slightly but I didn't think the idea came across as strongly and in your face. I mean maybe by airing out and owning our insecurities we can overcome them? Or maybe just stop idealizing one specific type of feature?” These were the questions that you thought would be answered by doing this, but there didn't seem to be any easy answers.

“I like them,” he tells you, “It's like things you wouldn't have noticed I mean most people are alright looking and then you actually get to know them and it all warps how you see people. Like gee doesn't Tom look like such an bloody asshole.”

You snort, shaking your head, “you had me in the first half I'm not going to lie.”

After that you both mess about, putting on parks and recs for the hundredth time, skipping to the second season when Ben and Chris come in. It's still as funny as the first time you had watched it.

It's late and your both half asleep on the couch and smiling at the tv, legs bumping against Harry's much longer legs.

“I should probably go,” he mutters.

“No stay,” you tell him, “it's late and you can just crash with me.” You’d both slept in the same bed lots of times by now, the initial awkwardness long gone as you stopped to you underwear and an old t shirt that was long enough to pass for a dress.

“Should I be worried about your alarm?”

“I can actually wake up even if my alarms just on vibrate,” you let him know, because god you wish you didn't have work tomorrow so you could wake up late and go get overly expensive breakfast at the dinner down the street who made the fluffiest american style pancakes. It was a treat you loved to get yourself.

Harry helps you drag some of the blankets into your room, tossing them onto the bed. You curl up next to the wall, nestling into the covers. From the corner of your eye you watch Harry pull his shirt off before kicking off his jeans, ripped at the knees.

He's fit and you can't help but mentally trace over the butterfly he has tattooed that you thought stupid at first but had grown on you. Gracelessly he flops onto the bed, sliding under the covers.

“Your feet are always freezing,” he complains which just makes you kick him lightly. “Ow! Woman!”

“Shut up and sleep,” you tell him turning over on your side, curling into near fetal position.

“But what about going on my phone for an hour in bed?”

“Good night harold,” you say in lieu of an actual reply.

“I won't let the bed bugs bite you.”

“Your so dumb,” you whisper fondly, closing your eyes and easily falling asleep after a long day.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #will be part one of more and eventual romance if i can mkae myself write #*youtuber voice* let me know what you guys think in the comments

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fight-surrender · 6 years ago

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The One About the Hermit Crabs

I haven’t really posted anything original lately. Life took a big dump on me back in January & I’m just starting to crawl out of the rubble. I’m not sure where I’d be without the kind and generous support of my friends @vkelleyart @argylefetish & @carryonsimoncarryonbaz. You guys were a rainbow spark of light in a pretty dark time. The rest of you: fic writers, artists, meme posters, rebloggers and the like. You helped too. Opportunities to focus on something besides drowning.

Anyway. Enough about that.

Here’s a lil’ uni AU Snowbaz fic that I wrote. It was inspired by a prompt from @carryonsimoncarryonbaz. Her prompt brought back memories of my 90′s dorm room, and my 2000′s hermit crab phase. The fic and some bonus material are beneath the cut ;)

The One About the Hermit Crabs

Word Count: 1315

Summary: It was a routine room inspection. Typically, I just look around for contraband. A quick scan for illegal cooking devices, alcohol stashes and the like. “This room is a shit show, Snow. Are you hiding a body in here?" Simon and Baz are suitemates in their uni dorm. Just to notch up the tension a bit, Baz is also the RA and he's got a job to do.What will Simon do to convince Baz to let him keep his illegal but beloved pets?

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Baz:

It was a routine room inspection. Typically, I just look around for contraband. A quick scan for illegal cooking devices, alcohol stashes and the like. Simon’s room is a deplorable disaster as usual. The only clean area is a path on the floor from the bed, to the bathroom, to the wardrobe, to the door. Every other horizontal surface in this room is strewn with clothes, paper and books. The walls are a nonsensical hodgepodge of band posters, concert flyers, newspaper comics, and photos. He lives like an animal.

Simon is splayed across his bed, pencil behind his ear, eating salt and vinegar crisps (Are those mine? WTF?). He glances up from his physics book, “To what do I owe this honor Mr. Baz?”

I’m pretty sure he’s being sincere with the “Mr. Baz” shit. Not a trace of snark or sarcasm. I’m his age for snake’s sake, I just happen to the RA of this god-forsaken shithole dorm. It’s not like I’m the queen.

“This room is a shit show, Snow. Are you hiding a body in here?”

Did Simon’s eyes just widen a little?

In the ensuing silence, there’s a pop, like a pebble thrown at glass.

“What the fuck was that?” I ask, scanning the room.

Simon sits up in his bed, eyes definitely wide. “What was what?” He stammers.

Well, this just got interesting.

I hear a brief crunching sound, like gravel shifting.

The color drains from Simons face, turning his skin a lighter shade of tawny, his moles lonely sentinels in stark contrast to the surrounding skin. It’s lovely, really, like tiny archipelagos in a sunset sea.

Focus, Baz.

I shoot Simon my finest glare, “What. The fuck. Are you hiding, Snow?”

Now that I think about it, does this room smell fishy? I had initially attributed the scent to masculine funk, but this has a marine edge to it. Fishy and gamey.

Snow has jumped to his feet and is in my face now. Well, technically three inches below my face, but somehow his presence seems to inhabit the space. He just fills it with sheer will, and I want to melt.

My heart races as I take a deep breath, I fucking hate conflict in general. Conflict with Simon is particularly difficult because it’s simultaneously edged with, well, an overwhelming desire to knock him down and snog the living daylights out of him.

“Don’t you need a warrant to search this room?” Simon exclaims.

I exhale. Slowly. I growl (probably a little louder than necessary) “No, you imbecile. This is uni, not the real world. I’m the RA here, and I get to do what I wish.” I stretch to my full height and glower down at Simon for full threatening effect. Truth be told, I just want to run away and let him be, but I have a job to do.

I reluctantly turn my back to Snow and search for the source of the noise.

“Can we just talk about this, Baz?” Simon changes tack, imploring now.

I ignore him and eye a particularly large pile of clothes on the dresser.

He grabs my shoulder as I make my way to the pile.

“Baz, STOP.”

I whirl on him, my shoulder on fire where he touched it. Fuck this. “The university has a strict no animals in the dorm rooms policy. It is my responsibility to enforce such policy, so back the fuck off and let me do my job.”

I sweep aside the pile of clothes to reveal an aquarium, over half filled with dirt, with a glass lid. The surface of the dirt consists of a lovingly arranged warren of sticks and plants, a wide, shallow bowl of clean water and a bowl of what looks like dead shrimp and egg shells.

“Dammit Snow, what is this, a terrarium?”

Simon’s cheeks redden. He looks at his feet.

“It’s a crabitat.” He replies.

“A what?”

Simon shoves his hands into his pockets, looks up at the popcorn ceiling, and takes a breath.

“Crabitat. For Calvin and Hobbes.” He exhales.

“Are you even speaking English?” I ask

He looks at me now. His eyes are blue. The color of a clear spring sky after a week of rain. A brilliant blue that I want to dive into, get lost in. Fuck. Are those tears?

“Calvin and Hobbes are my pet hermit crabs. I’ve had them for months, and I love them. They’re actually really cool, and for fucks sake Baz, can you please get your head out of your ass and just pretend you never saw this?”

I think he’s actually about to cry. He looks adorable right now. Full stop.

I cock my eyebrow. “What’s in it for me?” (What am I even doing right now? I’m resorting to bribery. What’s next? A life of crime?)

Simon brightens. “I’ll help you with your calculus homework. I see you working on it all the time in the library. You don’t seem to enjoy it.”

“Nobody enjoys calculus, you dolt.”

“I do.”

I curve my lips up and down and scrunch my eyebrows at him incredulously. “There’s something wrong with you.”

I allow myself to think, yes! Fuck yes! Teach me math. In your bed. Or mine (fewer crumbs). All night, until we fall asleep together and I wake up in your arms and smooth the ruffled curls off your forehead. Then you kiss me with your moles and your morning breath and call me darling. We skip class and snog all day, until our lips are sore. Rinse and repeat.

I do not allow myself to think about Simon noticing me at the library. Intuiting that I absolutely abhor calculus and anything having to do with math. Hours spent, trying to make sense of it all. What did he notice? Why did he notice?

“I know.” Simon interrupts my reverie. He smiles. “I love math. It just makes sense. It’s constant and predictable.” He looks away, “Unlike pretty much everything else in my life.”

I’m not sure what he’s talking about. He’s the golden child, here on a full academic scholarship. Internet famous for pulling a bunch of kids out of a fire at a care home years ago. He’s charming, devastatingly handsome, kind, and everybody loves him. Including me (in case you haven’t figured that out yet).

Fuck, what’s that look? He seems…sad? Thoughtful? This conversation is quickly leaning towards relational. The last thing I need is to talk about his feelings.

Time to change the subject.

“Aren’t crabs insects? You can’t love an insect, Snow. Get rid of them.”

Simon lowers his eyebrows, “They’re arthropods. They’re funny and cute, and I do love them, so you can fuck right off.”

Then he takes my hands. Why is he taking my hands? I should punch him. (I won’t punch him. I won’t hurt him.)

He’s looking into my eyes again. I can’t escape his piercing, devastating gaze. I lean away. Can he see my pulse racing? I’ll do anything for him. Anything.

“Baz. You’re right, they’re just glorified bugs. They’re not causing any trouble.” His voice is like butter and honey, “Nobody will notice them.” He actually smirks at me, “It’s not like they’re going to shit on the rug or chew up the furniture.”

“It’s against the rules.” I respond. Weakly.

“Please, Baz.”

Puppy dog eyes.

Fuck.

“Fine. Keep your disgusting creatures, but you will help me with my calculus homework.”

“Deal,” Simon proclaims.

He’s still holding my hands. Has he forgotten that he’s holding my hands? Has he forgotten what it means to hold hands? He smells like bacon and intensity and looks like something I want to lick. Everywhere. I’m going to let him keep his ridiculous comic strip hermit crabs and he’s going to tutor me in math.

Crawley, what have I gotten myself into?

Bonus content:

A photo of my actual dorm room in the 90′s, the inspiration for Simon’s:

#carry on #my fic #uni AU #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #there are original dead milkmen concert flyers on the wall #bonus pic #i can't believe this took all day #it's just 1k words #oh geez #im still a train wreck #but thats ok #hermit crabs #baz pining

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zoeygreensimblr · 5 years ago

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Wonderland (Episode 53)

"Happy birthday Princess" Angus greeted me the morning of my 19th birthday. He was in the kitchen cooking me pancakes.

"Thank you baby" I say, sliding up next to him and wrapping my arms around him. Angus had taken the day off work to spend with me but he wouldn't let me know what he had planned, "Can I get just one clue of what we are doing today?" I ask him, watching the cheeky smile spread across his face

"We are going to get very dirty" He teases, winking at me, "Eat your breakfast, we've got a big day ahead of us" He places a plate with 3 pancakes in front of me and I drizzle maple syrup all over them and take my plate to the dinning table.

"Is Tess and Brian joining us?" I question him, usually Tess would wake me up on our birthday but I hadn't heard a peep out of her this morning.

"Brian took her out for breakfast but they are meeting up with us for lunch" He explains, sitting himself down at the table with his own stack of pancakes covered in strawberry jam.

"And where exactly will lunch be?" I ask, trying my best to squeeze any information out of him.

"Your breakfast is getting cold Princess" He tells me, ignoring my question while smiling to himself, he loves surprising me. "Pack your swimsuit though" He says and that's the only clue I'm given.

The first surprise on the birthday list is Newcrest Day Spa, a place known for it's luxurious mud baths, yoga, sauna and range of massages, we are greeted by a tall, thin, blonde woman with glowing skin who offers us cucumber water on arrival.

"Good morning Mr McKenzie and Miss Green, my name is Lola, we have you booked in for stone massages at 10am and a mud bath at 11, feel free to join a yoga class or unwind in the sauna, we also offer hand and feet massages." Lola tells us, handing over plush white robes for us to change into, "Down the hall you will find change rooms with lockers, your locker is number 66, and here is your passcode to unlock it" Lola say, handing over a small piece of paper with a four digit code.

Angus and I make our way to the change room where we change out of our clothing and into our swimsuits, wrapping the robes around ourselves.

"How did you get a booking here? I've heard it's booked out months in advance" I ask, amazed.

"The owner is a client at the gym, I had her pull some strings and get us in" He tells me proudly, he knows he's done well, this is nothing like the day spa Tess and I go to for massages in Brindlton Bay.

We make our way upstairs to the massage suite, take off our robes and hand them on a rack then lay face down on the massage tables and wait. Two women enter the suite and introduce themselves as Chloe and Nicole.

"Happy birthday Zoey, ready for your stone massage?" Chloe asks me cheerfully.

"Yes please" I reply, smiling over at Angus.

My hot stone massage leaves me feeling very relaxed and refreshed.

"Please try our lemon, honey and ginger detox tea" Nicole offers us as we are putting our fluffy robes back on, "It helps elevate your body of toxins". We take a cup of tea each, it tastes sweet with a hint of citrus and ginger, drinking it on the way to the bathing room. The mud baths are already set up for us so we, once again remove our robes and climb into the baths.

"So this is what you meant when you said we'd be getting dirty?" I ask Angus, rubbing the green facial mask on my face and placing two slices of cucumber over my eyes, I relax into my bath.

"I did, I just didn't realise what I was getting myself into, I have mud going into every opening" He laughs.

"Thank you Angus, this has been a great surprise" I tell him.

"The day isn't over yet Zoey, you've still got to pick out your present" He says, dropping a clue.

"I have to pick out my own present?" I ask him, confused

"Shhh Zoey, it's relax time, all will be revealed soon" He tells me, laughing to himself.

We finish our mud baths and then take separate showers to clean ourselves off.

"Time for lunch my Birthday Princess" Angus tells me when we meet up in the change room. I'd been eating small meals lately to keep the morning sickness away but today I was craving a juicy cheeseburger.

Next door to the day spa there's a bowling alley and waiting out front is Tess and Brian.

"Happy Birthday Teresa" I exclaim, wrapping my sister in a tight hug.

"Happy Birthday Zo, have you had a good day so far?" Tess asks me and I smile brightly at her.

"Oh yeah, I had a massage and a mud bath, what about you?" I enquire.

"Brian took me out for breakfast with his parents and gave me this beautiful gold locket" Tess tells me excitedly, "What did Angus give you?" she asks me curiously.

"Zoey's gift is coming, I'm taking her to pick it out after we bowl" Angus tells Tess before I get a chance to open my mouth. Tess and I exchange looks but she doesn't say a word, I think she knows what my gift is but she's not going to spoil the surprise.

We enter the bowling alley and get assigned a lane. The lanes are all black with neon lighting up the sides that make the bowling balls glow when you bowl. Angus orders food for our group while Brian enters our names into the computer.

"Brian is a professional bowler, he's even on a team in the league" Tess boasts, she's so proud of her man.

"Meanwhile I may need to put the gutter rails up so my ball doesn't go in the gutter on each throw" I laugh, I always have fun when I bowl but I'm not the most co-ordinated bowler.

"Well since it is your birthday I think that can be arranged" Brian says as he hits the option on the computer.

Angus returns with our table number and a sparkling pink bowling ball.

"For you my Princess" He says, handing me the ball.

We played 3 games of bowling, with Brian winning 2 and Angus winning 1 and even though Tess and I didn't win we still had a blast playing. Angus had ordered cheeseburgers and fries for lunch, he knew I'd been craving it and that it would be a long time before I get to enjoy another cheeseburger again.

"Are you ready for your present now my sweet girl?" Angus asked me after lunch.

"It's been driving me crazy so yes, I'm more than ready" I laugh.

We say goodbye to Tess and Brian and head back towards Brindlton Bay.

"Are you having a good day so far Zoey?" Angus asks me, reaching over and taking my hand

"This has been the best birthday" I tell him, trying to watch where we are driving so I can understand what my present may be, Brindleton Bay isn't really a shopping district, it's just a small town by the water.

"Your parents have something planned for You and Tess later this afternoon and they want to do dinner at the restaurant tonight" He informs me, I knew we would be having a meal at the restaurant at some stage today, it's a birthday tradition.

Angus pulls the car up outside of the Brindleton Bay Animal Shelter and my eyes go wide, now I understand what he meant by me picking my present.

"I'm getting a puppy?" I ask him with absolute joy.

"A puppy or an adult dog, it's up to you, the dogs that are brought here have been mistreated and are looking for a loving home and you've got so much love to give Zoey" Angus says to me, smiling brightly.

We walk into the animal shelter and are greeted by Max, the vet who runs the animal shelter.

"You must be Zoey, happy birthday" Max says, holding out a hand for me to shake, he then leads us through a door where there's about 12 dogs, all separated into pens, some with others, some alone, most of them playing, all except one, a Maltese terrier sitting alone in her pen, she comes up to the side of the pen when she sees us approach and rolls onto her back.

"This is Lily, she was brought in about a week ago, she's very shy and quiet but she loves having her belly rubbed" Max explains, I reach my hand down and rub her tummy as she wiggles around, I notice that she's very under weight for an adult dog though.

"Was she neglected?" I ask Max and he nods his head.

"Unfortunately yes, she's started putting on a bit of weight in the week that we've had her, we've been feeding her small meals of dry and wet food, she wouldn't eat at first but now she can't get enough of it" Max tells us. I look at Angus, he's smiling back at me because he knows that Lily is the one for us.

"We will have to get some dog food and a bed for her to sleep on and a leash so I can walk her every day" I say to Angus, making a list of everything we need for Lily, he crouches down beside me and pats Lily.

"It's all been taken care of Princess, why do you think I got you out of the house so early?" He says, laughing.

We finalise the adoption of Lily and Max places her into a carry cage to take in the car.

"I'd like to make a donation to the shelter as well" Angus tells Max, pulling a cheque from his wallet and handing it over.

"Thank you very much for this, we are a non-for profit organisation and do rely on donations from the community to keep us going, I appreciate your generosity Mr McKenzie" Max says to Angus, shaking his hand.

"Zoey is going to be a vet one day herself and she loves animals so we are happy to help out" Angus says to Max.

As we are driving home from the animal shelter, I can't help but overthink what Angus said to Max about me becoming a vet.

"Do you still believe I can go to Uni this year?" I question him, I honestly thought it was off the cards for me since I found out I was expecting.

"Zoey, becoming a vet is your dream job and I'm going to help you achieve that" He tells me, smiling brightly at me.

"But how? You're going to be doing year 12 yourself this year so you can get into Uni too" I stress.

"Well I've been thinking about that too, I thought I wanted to get a degree but I'm kinda happy where I am in life, I'm training Tess up on how to do all the book work and scheduling and I love being a personal trainer." He says to me, he's willing to sacrifice his own dreams to help me achieve mine but I feel a strong pang of guilt, I don't want him to lose out.

Angus pulls into our driveway and I notice there's a shiny, red car parked out the front of our house, I don't recognise the car as belonging to anyone I know.

"Do we have visitors?" I ask Angus.

"Not that I know of" He replies with a smile spreading across his face, "Why do you ask?"

"The red car, parked out on the curb in front of our house" I tell him as if he didn't see it there too.

"Oh that car, that's yours" He informs me, fishing a key out of his pocket and handing it over to me but I can't accept it.

"No, Angus, this is too much, you can't buy me a car for my birthday" I exclaim but he just laughs, takes my hand and places the key in it.

"Zoey you needed a car and it's nothing too flashy, just a little Honda that will be easy for you to drive, plus you may have appointments for the baby when I'm not home and it will give me peace of mind to know you're safe and not on the murder train" He explains. I lean over and kiss him.

"Thank you baby, I love you so much" I say to him.

Walking into our house is like walking into a puppy wonderland, there's a new dog bed and chew toys, a giant ball, feeding bowl, leash and a dog collar. I place Lily's travel cage on the ground and she slowly steps out, wary of her new surroundings.

"Tess come meet Lily" I call out to my sister who pokes her head out from her room.

"Who is Lily?" She asks me and then she lays eyes on our new housemate and she comes running out from her room and sits on the floor where Lily is, Lily rolls onto her back and Tess knows to rub her belly.

"This is Lily, she's 2 years old, she's a bit shy but loves belly rubs" I tell Tess.

"She's adorable" Tess says as she plays with our new dog, I join them on the floor to play, grabbing the ball and rolling it to Lily who gets it and then takes it to Tess who then rolls it back to Lily who brings it to me.

"She loves to play" Angus remarks as he watches Lily run around between Tess and I. Lily is going to be very loved in our house.

While we were out my Mother had delivered dresses for Tess and I to wear that night, every year on our birthday she buys us a matching outfit but in different colours, this year our outfit was a long, sparkling dress, Tess' was blue and mine was magenta, the dresses were gorgeous but when it came time to putting them on I struggled to zip mine up.

"I've put on weight, I feel so fat" I complained to Angus, giving up and throwing myself down on the bed.

"You're not fat Zoey, you're pregnant, this is all normal" He reassures me, holding out his hands to pull me back off the bed, once on my feet he helps zip up my dress and he manages to get it zipped all the way, "You look beautiful my Princess" He tells me as he kisses my neck softly.

"People will start to notice soon" I fret, I can't keep this secret for much longer.

"Zoey, it's been a month, I think we're good for a little bit longer" He laughs as he takes my hand and spins me around and we dance together in our room.

We arrived at the restaurant just after 6, straight away I notice the 'closed' sign on the door so I knew this wasn't going to be just the usual family birthday dinner. Mum greets us at the door.

"Happy Birthday my beautiful baby girls" She cries as she hugs Tess and I, "And why didn't you tell me Zoey?" She asks me, I feel my heart jump up into my throat.

"Tell you what Mum?" I ask nervously, surely she didn't figure it out already.

"That you got into Brichester, I'm so proud of you" She exclaims excitedly, I had been so sweep up in all the baby drama that I had forgot to even check my results, Mum hands over the acceptance letter she had stashed on the hostess stand.

"I actually forgot to check online" I confess and my Mother just laughs

"Well luckily they send an actual letter of acceptance out and you were granted a full scholarship too" My Mother says, she cant wipe the smile from her face.

"Congratulations Zoey" Tess screams as she throws her arms around me.

"Did you get into Brichester too?" I ask Tess, she hadn't mentioned anything about her results or Uni

"I didn't apply, I decided that Uni wasn't for Me and that I'm going to do some art classes locally while I also run the gym this year" Tess tells me and I'm so happy for her, it took her a long time to figure out what her passion in life was but she was always so good at art and design, "And I got an offer to paint a mural on that giant blank wall in the city, the council saw what I painted at the gym and wants to see more of my art"

"I'm so proud of you too Teresa" My Mother says to my sister, wrapping her in a big hug, "My creative and artistic baby"

Inside the restaurant all our friends are waiting, there's a table at the back full of presents and the dinning area is decorated with balloons and streamers.

"Happy Birthday girls" Cassie says to Tess and I, handing us a glass of champagne each, I look at Tess, knowing I cant drink mine but not wanting to be questioned why.

"Thanks Cass, I'll take Zoey's though because she's driving tonight" Tess says, taking both glasses from Cassie.

"You're driving on your birthday, that seems unfair" Cassie pouts

"I got a new car and wanted to drive" I explain, only half lying. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up, luckily I see our food is be brought, "I'm starving, let's eat"

"Don has been preparing this for you all afternoon" Mum says as she places our food in front of us, an appetiser of savoury bacon love petals followed by our main course, sizzled brisket over sour clover salad, I knew Don had been trying out some new, experimental foods to add to his menu, just to keep things fresh and this was delicious, so full of flavour. After dinner Don came out of the kitchen with chocolate sponge cake with blue icing, topped with a "19" candle. When we were kids, Tess would blow out the candles first because she was born 20 minutes before me but as we got older we started blowing them out together, so our wishes would be sent out at the same time.

"Ready Zo?" Tess asks me after everyone has sang Happy Birthday to us

"Yep" I confirm, and together we blow out our candle as our friends and family cheer.

"Happy Birthday my baby girls, nineteen years around the sun and both so beautiful and smart" Our Mother gushes over us, wrapping her arms around both Tess and I.

"We couldn't have gotten this far without you Mum, or Don" I tell her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Thank you girls, I love you both very much" Don says to Tess and I, handing us a knife so we can cut the cake and share the pieces out.

"Did you make a wish" Angus whispers to me as I hand him a piece of cake.

"I did" I tell him, placing my hand on my stomach, "And in 8 months time we will see if it comes true"

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peterpcrkcr · 6 years ago

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Hey boo, I’m super drunk at the moment and hoping to request another Peter blurb where you come home from a party and Peter is the designated driver and helps you get home and into bed but refuse to fall asleep until he gets into the end with you.: either college Peter or Stark reader maybe to make to interesting? 🇦🇺

why not both? i also changed um.... like a bit of the request but i hope u still like it! luv u mwah

You two didn’t really run in the same circles in college. You were usually surrounded by a bunch of other kids-of-rich-parents, buying stupid stuff and flaunting your inheritance to clout chase. Paris Hilton-esque back in her glory days. Like the bling ring, but you could afford everything so you never stole. Your friends struggled in uni, but you aced every class. Finished every project or essay early. You did as much extra credit as you possibly could before being dragged out to another club. To the public your life passed by in instagram moments. The substance was fake. Your yearning for more was inconsolable.

This evening you’d gotten wasted at a club. Someone vomited on your shoes, that someone might’ve been you. Normally you didn’t drink so much, but you had known that the night came with a shadow, so it was easy to toss them back. You danced and sang and drank and drank and drank until your friends went home and the club had started to shut down.

“C’mon (y’n).” Peter said as he put your handbag over his shoulder. “That’s enough.”

“Leave me alone...” You had said, but you were walking forward where his hand at the small of your back had ushered. You rolled your eyes. “This is so stupid.”

“No, what’s stupid is you getting so drunk you played chicken with another drunk person outside of a pool and in the middle of the dance floor.” He said reminding you of one of the few things that’d happened that evening. Honestly? It was hilarious, so you laughed hard. Like really hard. So hard you stopped walking to lean forward, hands on your knees to catch your breath. “It’s not funny.”

“Yes, it is.” You said seriously to mock him. “Did I win?”

“Win?” He scoffed. “That doesn’t matter!”

“Did I, though?” You asked as you wiped tears from your eyes. He didn’t speak, he just crossed his arms and tapped his foot. “I won.”

“I didn’t say that...” He said, eyes following you as you moved closer to him with a giant smile on your face.

“I totally won!” You declared, jumping up and down. Peter grinned at your excitement. You pointed at his face. “You’re proud of me.”

“No way!” He said, losing the smile fast. “Let’s go home, (y/n).”

“No.” You stomped your foot like a child. “I want to stay at the club with my friends and drink until I challenge someone to something better than chicken.”

“You’re too drunk to stay out any longer.” He sounded sad. His eyes were full of sorrow too. This made you start to get sniffly. Tears were at your eyelid, ready to slip down your cheeks. His eyebrows shot up, he rushed forward to cup your cheeks as if that would hold the tears in. “Why are you crying?!”

“You’re sad.” You looked down at his chest, the tears fell down your cheeks. He wiped them with the sleeve of his uni sweatshirt. “I make you sad.”

“No, you don’t. You could never.” His eyes darted back and forth between yours. You still wouldn’t look up. “I’m sad because of the things you do.”

“Why?” You said annoyed, eyes meeting his again. Your mascara had run a little, your hair was a mess. You pulled away from his warm hands, first mistake, and took two steps away from him to fast that you fell onto your butt.

Peter sighed, sat down next to you. He set your purse on the ground between the two of you. His knees bent in front of him. He leaned forward and rest his arms on them so he could fiddle with his hands. Your legs were outstretched in front of yourself, arms limp before you.

“This is why.” He said honestly, exhaustion in his voice. He rubbed the space between his eyebrows and then threw one of his hands out in annoyance. “I don’t understand why you’re always out doing things like this.”

“I’m just having fun. My dad used to party all the time too, what’s the big deal? He used to party and drink and buy a bunch of stupid shit and do stupid shit and now he’s a hero. Why can’t I have my fun while I’m young too?” You sounded sober, but knew you weren’t.

“I’m sad when I see you like this.” He mumbled.

“I didn’t ask you to follow me around tonight, Peter. If you weren’t having fun you could’ve gone home and left me alone.” You said playing with some gravel on the ground between your legs. Peter watched your hands move around.

“I know, but I care about you... I can’t just watch you waste your life like this.”

“Are you kidding me? Waste my life? I’m top of my fucking class.” You were still buzzed. “I’m president of the physics club, and I write for the Empire State Journal every week. I’m not wasting my life!”

You stood up, grabbed your purse, and marched down the street toward the subway. Peter jumped up and hurried to catch up with you. He fell into your stride, tried to be a pace faster so he could walk sideways to get you to look at him.

“I didn’t mean that!” He was sincere. “It came out wrong.”

“I know you didn’t and I know it did, but I’m still hurt.” You wiped away some spare tears that were cool against your cheek. “You can thwip off to anywhere else as far as I’m concerned.”

“I’m not going to let you walk home by yourself.” He said. You shot him a death glare. He felt it in his heart. “I won’t speak.”

“Probably for the best, don’t you think?” You were testing him.

“Y-” but he closed his mouth when you looked at him and nodded instead.

So there you were, walking in the relatively quiet night. It would probably be considered morning by normal standards. Around 3 a.m. eastern standard time, but people were still all over this bustling city. It never sleeps.

You couldn’t keep a handle on your purse so you handed it to Peter who took it happily.

After about the tenth city block he was still there, you sighed. Rolled your eyes. He was like a lost puppy, and since he was still by your side you decided to indulge.

“Yes, I am tired of doing things like this. Drink all the time, buy useless things, but it’s what my friends do and I don’t want to be left out because I’d rather be researching macro-physics on a universal scale. I mean, I still want to have fun and I don’t really mind going all these trendy places, but I wish I had more time to do the smart things I like to do. I don’t know... I want like-minded people. I want to be smart and still have a good time. I want my dad to be proud of me and I want my friends to like me.”

“Why does it matter what anyone thinks of you?” He said, breaking his vow. You laughed.

“You’re kidding right? Like, half an hour ago you gave me your genius opinion of how you view my life thinking that would make me do the right thing, as you’d say.” An embarrassed blush rushed over his skin so fast it gave you whiplash. “I changed my mind. Give me my purse, I’m going back to the club. I don’t even know why I started walking home I-”

He didn’t let you say another word, instead he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder.

“Peter Parker put me down!” You said kicking your legs around. He didn’t falter.

“(y/n) Stark!” His voice came out a little deeper, more authority in it. “Absolutely not!”

“You’re not the boss of me!” You said as you tried to rock your body around. It didn’t do anything except make him change the way he held you. For a second it felt like he was going to drop you so you let out a yelp and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. “Peter!”

“Relax...” He said as he held you like a little bride. “Better?”

“I actually... don’t mind this...” You said as you looked at him. You could see his biceps flexing under the sleeves of his sweatshirt. You could feel his chest going up and down with his active breaths. His eyebrows were furrowed with determination as he carried you down the street. “You’re cute, Parker. Like subtle cute... why am I just now seeing this?”

“Because when I’m around you’re busy.” He was still blushing, but this was a new kind. You drank it for it bared the same name as your favorite wine.

“Never too busy for Spider-Man!” You yelled with a smile.

“Shh!” He said forcefully. You kissed his puckered lips. He stopped walking and seriously almost dropped you. His eyes were shining as he peered into yours.

“Peter...” He set you down. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t kiss me when you’re drunk.” He said.

“I’m not. I know what I was doing I-”

“No.” He said starting to walk down the street alone. You walked next to him, sighing. “Let’s just get you home so I can sleep tonight.”

“Why wouldn’t you be able to sleep?” You were just trying to keep him talking to you.

“I don’t sleep when the people I love aren’t safe.” He knew what he said, it made your heart skip a beat.

“You love me?” You asked.

“I loved you before I knew you.” He said just before he stopped walking. You looked at where he stopped at noticed it was your apartment building. You reached a hand forward and pressed it to the glass panel next to the door. It read your skin to give you access to the building specifically designed for you by your father, with your mother’s touches.

He stood close to you in the elevator. You could hear him breathing.

He followed you into your apartment. Stood attentively as you kicked off your shoes and threw your purse to the side.

“Since you’re home I’m leaving.” He nodded once, headed for the door. When his fingers reached for the knob, your lips parted.

“Stay.” You called to him. “Please.”

“I thought you wanted my to thwip my way out of here?”

“It’s a little late for that.” You said making him grin just slightly. “Things are different now.”

“No, you just know the truth now. Everything’s the same for me. Tomorrow you’ll show up to class hungover and will run into your friends and everything will go on the same.” He was talking to the door.

“Nothing is going to be the same after tonight. Not after the things you’ve told me.” Your voice faltered. “You’ve changed things.”

“What changed?” He asked, turning to the side to look at you. You stepped toward him.

“These secret things you’ve told me, I want to live in them.” You took his hand. “I can’t go on the same way I’m used to now.”

“I don’t want to change you.”

“You’re not. You’re just telling me things I already knew but just wouldn’t admit. I’ve been yearning for something for a long time and I think that thing was you.” He cupped your cheek. You look at him with a grin. “Will you lay with me until I fall asleep?”

“I should go.”

“C’mon now. I can’t throw you over my shoulder and force you to see things my way like you can.” You pouted your bottom lip. “You know you want to...”

“Okay.” He said, and you lead him into the bedroom where you laid down under the covers and he laid down on top of them.

“Are you cold?” You asked. He shook his head. “Thank you for staying.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t really looking forward to riding the subway all the way the Queens in the middle of the night anyway.” He said, making you smile.

Your eyes felt heavy so you let them rest. Peter watched you while you slept. Admired the lines of your face, laughed to himself at the mascara stains across your skin and the way you drooled a little. He found himself getting sleepy too, and succumbed to it.

Good night.

#i have no concept of how the subway system works and i dont know what its like to be drunk so anyway heres this!#peter parker #peter parker x reader #spiderman #imagine #spiderman x reader #blurb #not a blurb its way too long to be a blurb #my writing #mine #enjoy #Anonymous

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wegotjiminsjams · 6 years ago

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When I’m with You I’m in Utopia

Oneshot

Taehyung X Reader

Word Count: 2643

Genre: Fluff

You had always wanted to do your Masters away from home, in a new place.You were craving for change, for something new in your life. You wanted to move away from all the drama and be your own person.You had applied to a lot of universities and it was getting difficult to wait.After a month of waiting, you had almost lost hope of getting in.The mere thought of having to live with your parents was crushing you.

Just when you thought there was no hope at all, you received a letter from one of the most prestigious universities for literature.You couldn’t contain your excitement! Although your scholarship would cover the cost of your education at the Uni, you would have to find a job to sustain because your parents were not happy with the choice you had made and they weren’t going to support you. You had saved up some money working part time at a cafe, so you could cover your travel. You had been accepted in at the very last minute so you had only a week’s time to pack and move.

You were surrounded by lush green trees, fresh air with beautiful scent, you felt like you were in utopia once you were there. You headed straight for your hostel, you managed to pay for a month by borrowing a little from your best friend, Lisa. She was extremely happy for you because she knew how difficult your life was and you finally got what you wanted. Your hostel was pretty close to your university, so you could save on travel.It was quite surprising that you could do so much in a week’s time.

Now you had to find a job. Classes started on Monday, so you had the weekend to look around and see what you could do to support yourself. You walked around your neighborhood and noticed there were a lot of cafes, probably because of the number of hostels and the universities in the vicinity. The aroma from the cafes made you realize you were hungry, you stopped by a burger joint to grab a quick bite. Once you were done you checked with the place if they were hiring people but tough luck. You asked a couple more places but nothing seemed to be working out. At last you arrived at this very fancy cafe, which was due to open on Monday and was looking for people. Since you had previously worked in a cafe, you were hired as a part-time server. Everything seemed to fall in place! This place really must be utopia!

Monday was just orientation, you could meet the professors to have a one on one if you wanted, sign up for clubs. You decided to look around the university and head to work. Cafe Max agreed to pay you on an hourly basis and this worked well for you because of your class timings. Since it was the opening day, you could never tell how many people would show up. The cafe was jam packed and there was a lot of work to be done. At the end of the day you were so tired that you just wanted to crash. You had only four hours of class in the first half of the day, so you could work during the second half. Weekends were an off from college, so you could work longer hours.

You headed to class the next day, made few acquaintances,attended the lectures, headed to work after. Your whole week pretty much went like that. On Saturday when you went to work you got to know from your manager that there are few events every weekend like dance-offs, busking, game nights and so on conducted in the evening hours. This weekend the cafe was hosting a game-night; Every weekend it would be someone’s responsibility to host an event and ensure it carries on smoothly.It was an extremely busy day and as evening came you could see a lot of people gathered up for the event. So many of them took part, it was so lively and nice.Once the event was over, you headed to your hostel feeling content and happy with your current life.

Almost a month went by, you had the same mundane routine. You hardly made any friends because of your busy schedule, you hardly spoke to your parents, you were never really that close and the closest you had to a sibling was Lisa with whom you occasionally spoke. You were starting to feel lonely, your utopia didn’t seem so perfect after all! Lisa advised you to sign up for clubs or classes outside college which meant more expenditure which you really couldn’t afford. Going back home wasn’t an option either.

Despite that you carried on with your life still hoping for better, hoping you would have someone to keep you company, because you did not know how long you could carry on like this. The only time you had fun was on weekends at work during the events. You had gotten excellent at hosting the busking event, usually you got students from your college to sign up to earn extra. People would usually donate a lot to the buskers, they would also participate for fun. This Saturday you were hosting the event once again, Sheri from the university was gonna sing tonight and she was a hit with the audience.

Tonight you had a request by someone named Taehyung who wanted to sing Lay Me Down by Sam Smith. It is a very difficult song to attempt and you thought this stranger would ruin the mood set by Sheri.However was very insistent.You didn’t want to disappoint him so you added him in between Sheri’s lineup.

When his turn came you called him, “ Taehyung, you’re up next”.

He started singing, “ Yes I do, I believe…..” You were stunned, you had never heard such a beautiful, husky, deep voice in your life and when he reached the Chorus “ Can I lay by your side, next to you, you” you had goosebumps.

He was already very attractive, caramel coloured skin, brown hair complementing brown eyes, sharp eyebrows, coral lips but his voice made him seem immortal. The whole cafe was mesmerized by his angelic voice, you didn’t want him to stop. But to yours and everyone else’s disappointment, he had to leave. You noticed he was with a friend, Jimin, a guy you knew from class.You thought you would get his number from Jimin, so he could participate more often.

You were walking towards your hostel after wrapping up everything, you couldn’t get Taehyung’s voice out of your head, you wanted him to be a regular busker at the Cafe. You reached your hostel, took a warm shower and slid into bed. Tomorrow was Sunday, you get off two Sundays, so you could sleep longer. Your head was ringing with Taehyung’s voice and surprisingly it helped you sleep better. Usually you would drown in your loneliness, but today it was different.

You woke up fresh around 11 a.m. unlike other days where you would wake up with sore eyes from crying the previous night. You decided to text Jimin immediately.

“ Hey Jimin, this is Y/n from university, I work at the cafe your friend Taehyung sang at last night. Everyone loved his performance! Would like to know if he would want to participate more often.”

To which Jimin replied, “ Hey Y/n I am so surprised to receive a text from you, you hardly speak to anyone. Would you like to come and hang out at Papa’s Burgeria for lunch around 1:00? Taehyung will be there too! You can tell him yourself. He is very shy, so this would boost his confidence”.

You were so antisocial that you would have refused the invitation but there was something about Taehyung that made you want to go. After debating a lot with yourself ,you responded, “ Sure Jimin, Thank you for the invitation”.

This is the first time you were going out with someone from university, you were so nervous but also happy because you never had company in so long. You got dressed quickly and headed to the Burgeria .You saw Jimin already there with group of people. You went and joined them and introduced yourself as Y/n and everyone responded with bubbly and welcoming greetings.His friends Irene, Joy, Taehyung and Yeonjun were kind and y’all casually spoke about how you all got in, what is your daily routine like and Jimin then mentioned that Taehyung would also be joining us at Uni. This was the first time everyone was meeting Taehyung.

Everyone asked Taehyung about his interests and he said “ I love photography and singing but I am very shy when it comes to singing for an audience”, to which Jimin added, “ Hey Tae, Y/n here says your performance last night at Cafe Max was amazing, everyone loved it. You should sing more often”.

“ In fact I think you should become a regular, the people loved you, I can arrange for you to sing regularly like I have for Sheri, she is also from Uni,” you further added.

Taehyung was so surprised, “ Really Y/n, Do you think I was so good?”

It was astonishing that Taehyung could doubt himself so much because when he sung it felt like honey was oozing out of his mouth.

You reassured him once more by saying, “ Your voice is nothing like I have heard before, I would love for you to sing at the Cafe regularly.”

Taehyung was so happy and excited with what you said, his reaction was almost like a puppy’s who had just been petted. He immediately agreed but he agreed to start slow, like two songs per evening instead of busking the whole night. After speaking for a bit more and exchanging numbers you all left. You had such a lovely afternoon after so long, you wish this could happen more often. You went back to your hostel and decided to tell Lisa. She would be so excited to know you made new friends.

Lisa was so enthusiastic to know that you were finally making friends and having fun, but Lisa thought you weren’t telling her the whole truth,” Y/n do you like this Taehyung guy, are you seeing him?”

Your face became so red,” No Lisa, why?”

“ Because you can not stop talking about him.” she giggled.

“ Aah, no Lisa I just met him today…”

“ Okay Y/n, if you say so….” and there was a long pause.

You wrapped up your conversation with Lisa and proceeded to carry out your tasks so you would be prepared for Uni.

All evening you could think only about Taehyung,failing miserably at your work.His caramel coloured skin, his dewy coral lips, his deep voice, Maybe just maybe you had a crush on him, but you quickly dismissed the thought.

Next Morning, you woke up feeling refreshed, attended classes and then went and spoke to your manager about Taehyung. He was more than willing to make changes, he also trusted you because you organised the event so well.

You carried on with your usual routine which now included meeting Jimin and his friends once a week at least.Busking happened every alternate Saturday so you used to meet Taehyung more often. His favorite singers were John Legend and Maroon 5,whose songs he sang more often. You recorded all of his performances because his was better than the original version to you and his voice helped you sleep better.

He would usually walk you to your hostel after work and sometimes you both used to hang around in the park opposite your hostel.

You really appreciated his company; conversations with Taehyung or Tae, is what you call him now, could go from very deep like “ Why is Y/n feeling sad today?” or to something random and light- hearted like “ Y/n I think there are Rabbits on the moon”.

Tae was very pure, his boxy smile, his childlike innocence, his offbeat solutions to problems were some of the things you loved about him.

Sometimes you thought that you like him more than a friend but you could never gather up the courage to tell him. You had also come to know that Tae was a very private person so you could never tell what was on his mind unless he chose to tell you.

On one of the nights when Tae was walking you he said nervously, “ Y/n i have something very personal to discuss with you”

You knew Tae was acting very distant lately and you were hoping he doesn’t tell you anything that would hurt you, maybe he had a girlfriend, maybe she was uncomfortable with Tae hanging around with you, all these thoughts were running in your head, but you had to listen to him because he was not someone to discuss personal matters so easily.

You asked him to spill the beans.

“ Y/n would you meet me tomorrow for dinner?’

“Ahh Tae, we usually do every Sunday, all of us, Jimin, Yeonjun, you, Irene, Joy and Me, Is this what you wanted to discuss?,”you really didn’t understand why was this so personal to him.

“No y/n”, he said nervously, “ Just you and me.”

“Tae, are you asking me out on a date?,” you weren’t really sure if this is what he meant.

“Yes y/n, I think i like you more than a friend should.” he played with his hair, which was a habit when he was nervous.

Your heart started pounding so loudly, you felt like the entire neighborhood could hear it.” Now is the time y/n, tell him how you feel,” you thought to yourself.

“Tae, I would love to go anywhere with you, I like you a lot too ,” you blushed.

Tae was so delighted that you felt the same way!

“Y/n let’s meet tomorrow at 7 pm, I have something planned for you”. Tae was almost going to tell you out of excitement where he was taking you, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

All he said was ,”Dress warmly Y/n,” after which he fled like he had just asked you to be his accomplice for a crime he was gonna commit.

The whole day went in deciding what to wear, Tae didn’t even tell you where you were going, he just asked you to dress warm. You took Lisa’s help and decided to wear a Purple pullover with black denims, since purple was his favorite color.

Tae was there at 7 pm sharp, wearing a yellow pullover with teal pants and a waistcoat, he looked very handsome.He blindfolded you and took you to the venue, the table started raising up and you immediately knew he had arranged for Dinner in the Sky. He removed your blindfold and you found yourself amidst stars, Taehyung being one himself. He knew you so well, he knew exactly what you would like.

Tae had even prepared a song for you, “ Some people want diamond rings, Some just want everything, But everything means nothing,If I ain't got you.”

He ended the song by saying “ I purple you Y/n”, which had a meaning deeper than I love you,

“ Purple is the color of love, It means I’ll trust and love you for a long time”.

This was the first time Taehyung was so direct about his feelings, It put a huge smile on your face,“ I purple you too”, you couldn’t help but grin.

You could really not ask for anything else. This was one of the best nights of your life and there were many more magical nights to come in your Utopia.

A/N: Hey this is Firefly, I really hope you all enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it. Would really appreciate feedback.

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