#i could not look at her while we did swimming in the first semester....

[caramelmochacrow]

WAIT I THINK I HAD/HAVE A GAY CRUSH ON THIS ONE GIRL IN MY SCHOOL AND I DIDNT FUCKING KNOW UNTIL NOW??????

[ohbx]

Partnered Up

A JJ x Reader Slow Burn Fic

Author's notes:

This is pretty much PG (with a touch of PG-13, maybe some swearing, mentions of abuse as in the context of the show). No warnings, except it being over 4k words & unedited. I wrote in first person so I just made it a reader insert but I might give the character a name cause she definitely seems like a character. (Y/F/N= Your Friend's name) Also this is a treasure hunt free alternate universe.

Partnered Up

I had obviously noticed JJ and his friends at school. They almost always traveled in a pack. Loud, boisterous and looking like they just rolled up from the beach. Although that was more common than not because I went to public high school on the Outerbanks. Out of his crew, he and John B were especially notorious for leaving a trail of broken hearts throughout the island. Whether it be kooks, pogues, tourons or anyone in between any girl I met knew who they were, and had a crush on one of them at one point or another. While the girls reasoning differed, (Kooks were usually looking for a one night tryst with a bad boy to piss their ex boyfriend off or gain the attention of some kook guy.) the point remained, they were the sleepover talk of girls across the island - every girl secretly thought they would be the one to tie down one of the island boys who were a little rough around the edges. 

But now, John B was dating Sarah. A fact that only raised the desperation for JJ throughout the school halls. I could practically hear girls heads turning from their lockers as he made his way down the hall, clutching tattered papers, no backpack in sight. And sure, I understood the appeal. The piercing blue eyes, the charming, shameless flirtation. And of course I had read enough romance novels to understand the “i could fix him” urge for the girls who saw him show up year after year to school with no parents whoever came to end of the year barbecues, busted lips and black eyes monthly, and stoned more often than not. I understood it, I really did. But I didn’t have time to worry about boys. Especially not boys who would never give me a second look. I mean, I had been going to school with him for almost a decade and I doubted he even knew my name. It wasn’t self pity, but rather self awareness, to know a boy like him would never give me the time of day. And for that I never spent that much time worried about what the blonde boy thought of me- since I was pretty sure he didn’t think of me at all. It wasn’t self pity, just self awareness. And for that my self preservation kicked in anytime other girls at the lunch table gossiped about the blonde boy’s smile or dimples - I would have never admitted that I had given him a second glance. 

As all high school teachers do, my biology teacher had a penchant for making her class as socially draining as possible. Which meant today when we were being assigned our physiology project for the final 6 weeks of the semester - she announced that she would be assigning us partners instead of letting us pick our own. I glanced longingly at my best friend sitting next to me and slowly rolled my eyes. It would be a lot simpler and more fun if the two of us could just work together. The teacher read out all the pairs and announced my name next to the infamous bad boy himself. JJ Maybank. As the teacher wrapped up her pairings, she projected the topics that each group was assigned to on the board. I slowly and nervously bent over to grab my text book from under my desk. But when I looked up, JJ was already leaning on the desk next to me. 

“Hey Y/N - looks like we’re partners,” he said with a sheepish smile. 

“Yea!” I replied maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

I offered him my phone number as class was ending for the day and then had to rush to swim practice after school. I told him to just text me before class tomorrow so you could get a jump on planning your project. 

After swim practice, as I toweled off at your locker, I picked up my phone to several text notifications from JJ

JJ: Hey y/n it’s JJ Maybank

JJ: Sorry you’re stuck with me as a partner

JJ: Just text me whenever you’re done with swim and we can start a plan 

I  felt a pit in my stomach. JJ wasn’t known for being the smartest or most studious kid in school but I immediately felt bad that he was apologizing before the project even began. Secondly I was shocked he even knew I  was on the swim team. 

I quickly crafted a response telling him I was happy to work with him. Trying to keep it casual. Admittedly, that had never been my strong suit when it came to cute boys.

I then texted him that I would do some googling and take some notes about the  assigned topic tonight, and we both could chat about it tomorrow. 

He replied shockingly fast that he would do the same. 

After swim practice the next morning I found myself taking more care in the shower to not smell like chlorine all day and taking a little bit longer on my makeup and hair before I returned to school for first period. I wouldn’t let myself admit that it was because I would be in close proximity to JJ later that day- but deep down that definitely played a factor. 

When I  got to class that day after saying hi to my best friend, I sat farther towards the back where JJ was already slumped in his chair. He perked up a bit when I sat down next to him. The teacher had given us a free period to discuss and plan our projects , so after a quick hello I took out my notes, and so did JJ. 

I offered him my notes to look over while he handed me his but then he cleared his throat promptly. 

“I uhhh…” he began sheepishly and then paused.

“I can’t read cursive” he spit out all at once and then half laughed. 

I tried to keep my face neutral, and not laugh, as he was clearly looking nervous, but I was confused. 

“I uh, I have dyslexia” he quietly offered by way of explanation as he rubbed the back of his neck- not making eye contact.

“Oh!” I tried not to sound surprised or show it on my face. “Here pass me back my notes and we can just discuss what we both learned and then what direction we want to research and create our presentation on.” 

JJ just nodded and said “thanks” as he handed we traded notes back. 

We spent the next hour or so nerding out and actually having great, very insightful conversation about our disease we were researching, and I scribbled quick messy notes with promises to type them up when we were done so we could both see them on Google docs. 

At the end of class everyone rushed out the door at the bell, and I turned quickly with a quick see ya! to JJ on the way out the door. 

“Hey Y/n wait” JJ said quickly as he called after me. I spun around to face him. 

“Uhh thanks for being so nice and helping me out today. I know you probably wish you had a partner that wasn’t such an idiot"

"You don't need to thank me, you're my partner, we both deserve to be able to work in a way that works for us. Otherwise I wouldn't really be a partner and I'd be a bitch" I said, and I meant it.

JJ had offered some of the best insight you had heard in this class all year. I was confident that he was going to be a good partner for the project despite my initial internal reservations due to his reputation. 

JJ just shrugged back at me sheepishly. 

"Well, I mean it, thanks. You'd be surprised how few people feel that way. Usually teachers or my group hear that and just decide they'll fail me or do all the work themselves."

"Seriously, you don't have to thank me, I am happy you're my partner, I think things will go well with this project. Sorry - I really gotta go to swim practice. Coach will kill me if I'm late" 

He just nodded and offered a brief see ya as I turned and headed down the hall. 

It went on this way for a few weeks. We worked tirelessly during class, had a few brief moments of small talk, and then I would rush off to practice. I was secretly thinking about him during the evenings, but I didn't usually hear from him until class the next day. 

So imagine my surprise when I powered my phone back on after practice to another two texts from JJ. 

JJ: Hey - hope your practice went well! 

JJ: I got sidetracked after class

JJ: but I wanted to no if you wanted to come to a party tonite that my friends r having at the boneyard. I know your not a big partier but since its not yet  summer it will be pretty low key, you can bring Y/F/N or whoever if you have a bf or something 

I found myself smiling slightly to myself with my head in my locker. Y/F/N laughed and asked who was making me blush. I coyly avoided the question... for about 14 seconds until I asked her if she wanted to go to the boneyard tonight. 

"Oh so JJ" she joked. "C'mon you cannot be falling for him that is such a bad idea" 

"I am NOT falling for him" I rolled my eyes. "We are just becoming friends. Plus I feel like we could use some Friday socialization that doesn't involve chlorine or studying in my living room"

 It was late May, and Y/F/N sat on my bed as I deliberated about what I wanted to wear to the party. After a lot of back and forth, I landed on birkenstocks, jean shorts and a tank top. Boring, I know, but it felt the most me, and the most appropriate for the weather. 

We decided to walk, as it was only half a mile away, and then we could have a few beers and then walk home after. It's not like my mom was home anyway.

I had texted JJ for the details on when to arrive, but I hadn't expected us to be the first ones there beyond his direct friend group. They quickly ushered us into their circle and we joined in the drinking games they were playing around the bonfire. 

Y/F/N was flirting with Pope, and while I didn't think it would go anywhere tonight, I could definitely see them being a cute and nerdy match.

As the party picked up, I was definitely feeling a bit of a buzz from a handful of hard seltzers and beers.

Y/F/N was occupied chatting with Pope and Kiara about who knows what, something scientific that I was too drunk for, so I made my way across the party in search of someone else to chat with.

JJ intercepted me, steadying himself on my arm after we almost collided.

"Wanna walk down the beach?"

I wasn't a big partier, but I definitely knew the insinuation there, and this many drinks in, I couldn't think that far in advance, I think I was just flattered by the invitation.

We broke away from the big group of high schoolers and reached a quieter part of the beach.

"So you're a fast swimmer right?"

"Compared to girls in this county, sure"

"Dont try to be humble, Kiara told me how you're ranked like #3 in all of North Carolina or something"

"#2" I mumbled sheepishly, never good at bragging about myself.

"Damn, so like good?"

"Let's hope so, I am gonna need it to pay for my college"

JJ nodded, thinking something over. A mischevious glint flickered across his eyes.

"Ok let's see it then. Race you out to that swim buoy!?" He challenged, stripping off his shirt and kicking his shoes off already.

As he dove into the calm surf, I peeled off my jean shorts and kicked off your birks. Diving in in just my tank top and thong. I took off swimming messily, but still passed JJ fairly quickly.

I didn't beat him by much, just enough to be standing looking bored when his head popped up at the buoy.

"Damn" he laughed "You got me."

His eyes flitted down to my thick, but definitely more revealing when wet tank top. He took a step closer to me.

For the first time in our friendship, it was silent. He kept a strong eye contact with me as he reached his hands out placing them on my waist, now covered in goosebumps. He pulled himself closer to me or me closer to him, I wasn't even sure my brain was forming coherent thoughts over the sound of my heart fluttering.

And then he kissed me. He kissed me in the way that the world around me went silent and all I could think about was him, and us. I didn't think about the fact I was practically naked about 10 feet from my first party, nor the fact that we were in the ocean at night. Nothing. Just him and us. Not that I had a lot to compare it to, but I knew it was a good kiss.

We continued to make out hands roaming up and down each others upper bodies, until our teeth were chattering and we made our way out of the water.

JJ shook his hair off like a dog before sliding his tee shirt over his head. I shook off suddenly self conscius about my lack of clothes, and slid into my jean shorts. Luckily it was a nice night, so we started to dry off pretty quickly.

Jj snaked his hand through my belt loop and pulled me closer to him. Catching my jaw with his other hand and pulling me into kiss me. I got the vague sense that he had done this before, but not even in a way that I could be jealous, because of how special this moment was making me feel. Well until it wasn't.

"Look Y/n. I like you a lot."

My heart skipped a beat.

"I uh, like you too"

"Do you wanna come back home, er uh, to John B's with me?"

And the other shoe drops. He doesn't actually like me, he just wants me to come hook up with him in his friends guest bedroom. I knew if I did that I would end up feeling temporarily validated, only to be more heartbroken when he inevitably didn't like me at all.

"I cant, I uh, have to walk home with Y/F/N" I said quickly as I started walking back to the party. Tears pricking the corners of my eyes. He followed behind, murmuring his agreement or understanding or something.

I left soon the party after, giving JJ a hasty goodbye hug, before shedding drunk tears on the way home about how he didn't really like me.

The next day I woke up with a pounding headache. I was asleep on the floor of my room and Y/F/N was asleep in my bed. I climbed into it, jostling her awake but I was in need of girl talk. 

"So now what?" she asked 

" I just like, don't know what to do. He clearly just saw me as another girl, when I had thought we were getting along so well so I guess I will just wait and see if he says anything." 

"You could just ask him" 

"No way" 

My mom was still gone the rest of the weekend, so it was spent going to the beach, and hanging out at home with Y/F/N. I was dreading going back to school on Monday, and I hadn't received a single text from JJ, and knew I had blown my chance. 

I arrived in my last period on Monday and slinked my way to the back of the classroom next to JJ. He looked like he hadn't slept since I saw him on Friday. When I sat down he grunted a hello. We pretended that there was nothing we cared about more than our current science project. But we still got almost nothing done. We couldn't agree on which way to go forward, what to dive deeper on, what should be the main focus of our presentation, everything was an argument. 

I left the class for practice without saying another thing, barely even a goodbye. I had never swum so fast or hard in my life. Blowing off steam, I buried my head and swam faster splits than I usually swam at meets. I kicked my legs until I couldn't feel the pain in my chest any longer. 

I got out of the pool and grabbed my phone out of my locker. I felt my stomach bubble in anticipation of a text but I didn't actually expect one. 

The next four days JJ didn't show up to school. Our project was still due in just over a week, so I worked a lot on it in class by myself. 

On Friday I finally built up the courage to shoot him a text in the morning when I see he's not there. A few hours went by without a reply. I figure I knew Kie well enough by now, so I asked her if he was ok.

She gave a concerned looking shrug. 

"We've heard from him, but he does this sometimes, just kinda drops off the face of the earth and no one can get him to hang out or go to school. Are you worried about your project?" 

"He told you about that?" 

"Yea he won't shut up about it" Kie laughed " It was all we had heard about for like the past 4 weeks" 

TYou exchanged numbers with Kie, and she told me to just text her if I was worried about him or hadnt heard from him by the end of the day and she would try and do a wellness check. 

As soon as you sat down for 6th to begin though, JJ had texted me back. 

JJ: Sorry I'm not in class. I couldn't. 

No further explanation? I wondered to myself

me: Are you ok? 

The typing bubbles repeatedly showed up and then disappeared at least 3 times before he responded, completely ignoring your question. 

JJ: Can we meet up to talk about the project today? I feel bad I haven't pulled my weight. 

Sure I quickly replied.

Me: My place or yours? 

he shot back: Cant do mine. 

me: that's fine

Then I just texted him my address and the time I would be home from swim practice.  

I grabbed a pizza on my way home from swimming. I figured if this was going to be the most awkward friday of my life at least we could have a snack while studying. 

I got home, quickly showered, and tried to make myself look semi-presentable in a flannel and jeans, even though I knew that ship had pretty much sailed.

I put the pizza in the oven to stay warm and grabbed a few cokes out of the garage to put on the kitchen island. 

By the time I was done, I heard a soft knock on the door. 

I opened it to JJ, looking like he had been hit by a car. Probably not today, his clothes were clean, and his hair looks more purposeful than usual, but he had deep, purple bruises across his face, and a dark scab drifting from his eye down his cheek. I let out a slight involuntary gasp and stuttered a little bit. 

"what happened? are you ok?" 

"Can we please not talk about it" he looked as if he might burst into tears or run off at any moment. 

I nodded, not trusting my words. 

I just held out my arms and offered him a hug which he wordlessly accepted, melting into my embrace. He wasn't much taller than me, but he slumped down, head on my shoulder he let out a heavy sigh before letting go. 

"Thanks, I guess I needed that" he said his words attempting to convey lightness but getting stuck in the back of his throat.

"I figured" I shrugged, helplessly. Lost at what to do as I led him into the kitchen where my books were spread on the island. 

I saw him taking stock of my kitchen which had small pads on all of the corners as well as small braille labels on the cupboards. 

"Is this like babyproofing?" he asked. 

"No" I laughed "My little brother is blind, its for safety but also theoretically so he can find stuff on his own" 

"I didn't know you had a little brother" JJ looked shocked as he tried to process that information. 

"He lives off the island about 11.5 months a year. He's almost 8 and my favorite person in the whole world. He goes to a boarding school for blind kids." 

JJ just nodded. 

"That's why my mom's not here. She tries to spend a few weeks a quarter there, whenever she's not running our family business on the island. She feels really guilty about sending him away, even though the only place she can make money is on the island and the only place he can learn is off. So she has a tiny shoe box apartment out in Raleigh where his school is." 

"And your dad stays here with you?" Jj asked innocently. 

I just shrugged "He's not really in the picture these days"

"I'm sorry," JJ offered. 

"It's alright. We get by ok. I've had to grow up pretty fast these past few years since my brother started school, but it's worth it." 

"Wait. This is why you were so good at helping me and dictating everything you wrote isn't it. JJ asked. 

"I don't even think I thought about it like that, I just have spent a lot of time with my brother who also learns differently so it came easily to me" I answered genuinely. 

"That was the nicest way anyone has ever called me illiterate" JJ joked, perking back up to his normal self. 

I just rolled my eyes at that comment. We worked for a few hours only breaking for pizza and soda until about 10 pm. Until we decided we were caught up enough to call it a night. JJ promised to work more over the rest of the weekend to make up his share, even though I told him that wasn't necessary. 

Normally on Friday nights, I watched a movie after homework, studying and pizza with Y/F/N, but she left right after swim practice to go to her grandparents on the mainland. So I just offered JJ to stay. He accepted, quickly shooting a text to his friends to let them know his whereabouts. 

"Kie made it seem like they did a pretty good job of checking up on you" I noted. 

"They do, they mean well" he said. Now that I had seen him, I better understood why. They probably knew something that he wasn't ready to let me in on yet, even though I was desperately curious and felt unceasingly bad for him. 

As we watched the movie he slid closer to me on the couch. I was  keenly aware of his body’s proximity to mine , and not as much so to the plot of the movie. 

I was aware that i was a bit nervous and jumpy, after all I had never had a boy at my house alone before. But he put his hand on my thigh, and as much as I had wanted to not be nervous I moved away from him and put my back to the arm rest of the couch, hugging my knees into my chest.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry i knew i misread the vibe I’m an idiot” JJ quickly spat out 

“No it’s not…” I struggled to find my words which was rare for me 

“I just , I like you, but I felt like I gave you the wrong idea last weekend. I don’t want to have a one night stand, and then I felt like you didn’t speak to me all week or say anything after. I get that that’s what you’re looking for but it’s just not me” I word vomited

“I’m so stupid I’m sorry i should have known you’re too smart to think of me as more than a friend. Can we just pretend I didn’t do that”

“I do like you like that I just. I know you just do hook ups and I don’t know I know i sound like a prude but I don’t think i can do that.”

“Wait. You do like me like that?”

“Obviously. We have so much fun together.” I replied honestly. 

“I spent all of last weekend and all week convincing myself that I fucked up by kissing you. And convincing myself that you like every one else just wanted to brag about having some drunken escapade with JJ and never see him again.”

“And I thought you were mad I didn’t sleep with you because you didn’t text me. “  I admitted.  

“I’m sorry.” He looked heart broken. “It honestly wasn’t that. No one has ever wanted me in anyway other than for my body. So i assumed if you didn’t want to come home with me you were probably offended I even made a move at all and certainly couldn't like me back.” 

My heart hurt hearing his genuinely vulnerable comment. 

“I obviously always thought you looked good, but only have developed a crush on you now that I know you for you” you admitted. “But i assumed since you have your pick of gorgeous girls that you wouldn’t want me.”  My voice quivered. I had never once admitted to someone how insecure I was about how I looked. It always seemed like there were more important things than appearances, quite literally speaking in my life. But that didn’t make being a high school girl any easier. 

JJ scooted back closer to me and pulled me in a big hug. 

“I think you’re absolutely beautiful. I always have. Why else do you think the teacher put everyone else together with their normal partners except us and John B and Y/F/N. Because she noticed me staring at you up front all of class.”

“Is that true?”

“I’m pretty sure. Everyone else I know in that class has their normal partner.”

I let out a little laugh. 

“I must not have noticed because I was too preoccupied by your insights about our project   And your, well everything.”

I pulled away from JJ’s hug. 

“Do girls really not talk to you except to get you to hook up with them?”

He shrugged. 

“Usually people only think I’m interesting or want to talk to me at a party. That and my dad spent all weekend and Monday night reminding me how worthless and stupid he thinks i am.”

"Did he do this?"

He just nodded. His chin quivered. 

“You are actually one of the smartest people I’ve ever been paired with at our school. You are funny and interesting and genuinely a good friend to me day in and day out. “

At this point, my limbs were so entangled that i was sitting in his lap on the couch, your legs basically straddling him. His strong arms were snaked around my back, while mine rested on his shoulders. I leaned back so I could make eye contact with him. 

“Maybe we’re an ever better more messed up pair than I thought” he joked. 

This time it was my turn to make the first move. I leaned in slowly. Meeting his lips gently as his face was all bruised. He sighed happily. I deepened the kiss. His hands slowly unwrapped from my back and made their way onto my backside, slowly rocking me in his lap. 

I hated that I pulled away. 

“I thought you didn’t want me to use you for your body.”

“On second thought, please do” he joked, voice husky. 

“I wouldn’t want you to think I don’t like you for your brain.” I  said as I climbed off of his lap. 

Without even having to explain again though, he understood I was only ready to move so fast. By the time we had rehashed all of our misunderstandings and made out through the second half of the movie, I was exhausted, as I had been up since morning practice. Something told me, and it wasn’t just the bags under his eyes, that JJ also hadn’t been sleeping very well. 

“Wanna stay the night uh. I mean. Like just actually sleep here?” I asked. 

He nodded happily before getting up to follow me upstairs. I quickly changed into pajamas in the bathroom and emerged to JJ, shirtless and littered in even more bruises, a pair of my baggy swim sweatpants sitting low on his waist. 

I climbed into my bed at the same time as he did, and he pulled me in close to him.  My head rested on his shoulder. 

“Can I ask you something ?”

He asked softly.

“Would you wanna be my girlfriend?”

I nodded softly.

“I would love to”

He kissed the top of my head

-Two weeks later-

I entered John B's house, through the screen door on the porch, and came into the kitchen to meet the already gathered pogues. I was joining them in celebrating the last day of school.

Pope immediately asked me when Y/F/N was arriving, so I reassured him that she would be there for the real full party. I walked over to JJ who wrapped his hands around me from behind and placed his head on my shoulder contently.

"Want a beer?" John be asked.

I nodded, and as he pushed open the fridge, I saw magneted to it our final graded report from our Biology final, with an A+ scribbled in red ink on the top corner.

"Aww our project" you involunatarily remarked. JJ stepped over trying to remove it from the fridge out of embarrassment, but John B intercepted him with both arms pulling the other boy close in a half wrestle, half hug.

"We're very proud of him, always" John B smiled ruffling a hand through JJ's hair and laughing while JJ groaned.

You were thankful for this found family when yours was away, but even more so for the love they provided JJ each and every day.

[wonopia]

SUMMER TROUBLES | 004. BONFIRE

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by the time it was 1:10, the three boys had already made it to the beach. it was blazing hot, and the wind was not as refreshing as you’d expect it to be but the sound of the ocean waves and the smell of the salt water made them feel a little refreshed.

sunoo wore sunghoon's dark blue fishing hat (sunghoons favorite) and had on a light n dark blue colourblock patched button up shirt with dark blue shorts with a white traced cat along the bottom rim. sunghoon had his backup light beige fishing hat on and a white short sleeved shirt with beige/brown flowers embroidered on it and wore his white swim shorts.

jungwon had on a full white (off white) outfit; he had a white no sleeved shirt topped with an off white button up and white swim shorts.

in their arms were the ‘camp’ gear; such as pull out chairs, 2 coolers, a duffel bag (full of their extra clothes), a canopy, and a white pull out table. they immediately found a bonfire pit no one had already claimed and started to set up their items.

“jungwon,” sunghoon called out.

“huh?” jungwon mumbled, turning to him. “the foods done, eat up. jay and heeseung are about to head out here so eat before they steal it all.”

“thank you for cooking,” jungwon thanked before grabbing a paper plate and collected pieces of meat, including some rice from a container they brought.

“and wonie?”

“yeah, whats up sunoo?”

“why have you been on your phone so much lately?” sunoo asked, curiously wondering how someone could have him smiling and laughing so much just by looking at his phone, “you looked really happy yesterday.”

“oh well-“

“remember sun? the girl, yujin or something along the lines of,” sunghoon reminded him, sunoo gasped at the memory while nodding.

“oh yeah,” sunoo recalled, “so is she pretty? clearly seems funny, whats she like? do you like her?”

“relax sunoo!” jungwon laughed, “first of all, yujin is not a girl. he’s a boy and second of all, we just met.”

“so he’s an option?” the blonde haired boy striked an eyebrow at him.

jungwon rolled his eyes while shaking his head, “no, eat up and stop talking to me about this.”

“yeah, enough about jungwon,” sunoo stated, “hey sunghoon-“ sunghoon groaned at the sound of him being brought up, “have you talked it out with misaki?”

“oh yeah, have you?” jungwon asked.

“i don't know what you're talking about, i never said i was going to talk to her about it."

“right but i just thought that you'd come to your senses and.. i don't know. ask her why she decided to break it off?”

“i'll think about it,” sunghoon replied, sitting beside jungwon. jungwon lightly elbowed the boy, “i know you don't want to lose her. actually think about it, okay?”

sunghoon gulped at the thought of seeing her again.

“o.. okay.. stick to your own girl problems,” he muttered, stuffing food in his mouth.

sunoo chuckled at his response before eating his beef.

time passed by a little quick, one blink they had just arrived there. second blink, heeseung n jay arrived followed by tae. then third blink, it was nighttime and half the school was partying next to the campfire.

“since when did chaewon get a boyfriend?” jungwon asked sunoo, almost yelling because of how loud the speaker was.

“no clue, ever since her glow up two semesters ago a bunch of people were asking her to the school formal.”

“dang.”

“why? are you interested in her? i can put in a good word for you-“

“no no no, i was just asking,” jungwon corrected him, sun gave him a unconvinced look, “seriously. im not interested in chaewon.”

“how about rei?” sunoo pushed, he’d been being a matchmaker for many people the following year and half of the matches are still together, “dont you like her?”

“i’ve never even met her.”

“well nows your chance,” he shrugged taking a sip of his coke.

jungwon felt refreshed by the change of the wind, it was humid just a couple hours ago and now there was a cold wind brushing against his face.

“i heard a rumor that you liked her,” sunoo sipped his drink sassily.

jungwon nearly choked on the air, “excuse me? i’ve never hung out or talked to her? how could anyone possibly think that?”

“you guys did have 2nd period physics together,” his best friend pointed out, “and i kind of believed the rumor for a while. you would tell me how you got put at the same table with her for an assignment and freak out that she talked to you, but eventually you got quieter.”

sunoo laughed at the memory. jungwon on the other hand was lost and confused, “when did i talk to you about that?”

“right before your birthday week.”

jungwons eyes lit up before smiling, “ah now i remember.”

“yeah.. but do you seriously not like her?”

“i’m letting this conversation go,” won sighed, “stop talking to me about this.”

“no but like.. not even a little bit?” sunoo pushed. jungwon gave him the eye before walking off, away from the crowd.

he brought himself to the other side of the beach before sitting down and pulling out his phone.

meanwhile, with yujin. she and her friends were bundled up onto hanni’s living room L couch. they were watching ‘alice in bordeland’ before watching it, they made a bet about who would be on their phone first, many people betted niki due to his short capacity to stay focused but niki and jake chose yujin.

they all arrived at hanni’s house around 4, it was now 8: 14 and they had now reached the start of episode 5. surprisingly, jake hadn’t gotten bored yet, niki had fallen asleep by the start of episode 4, and everyone else was deeply interested in the show, even making side comments every now and then.

yujin’s phone buzzed lightly beside her, it was until the second buzz when she realized it was her phone. it was jungwon. she carefully looked around to make sure people weren’t looking, grabbing her phone in the process.

jake started to dozed off, his head tilting back before regaining energy to stay awake, beside him he could see slight movements. as expected, he saw yujin typing on her phone. he attempted to peek over her shoulder, “who’re you texting?”

“holy shit,” yujin exclaimed quietly, accidentally bumping into jakes head when she turned to face him.

“fuck! you smacked my face with your face!” jake basically screamed.

“jake, you are so dramatic,” yujin spat at him.

“she smacked me with her face! this is assault!” he exclaimed, catching everyones attention except niki who was still sound asleep on the floor, “and she went on her phone.”

“you already lost?” soob laughed.

“i had faith in you, jinnie,” hiyyih mumbled loud enough for yujin to hear.

“sorry.”

“now, since you lost, you gotta share what was so important that you had to check your phone,” hanni reminded while clicking pause on the remote.

“yeah yujin, what was so interesting on that device in your hand?” jake mocked, earning a glare from her. she pulled the blanket roughly more on her side, ignoring jakes whines.

“it was jungwon, thats all.”

“would we consider that important?” hanni asked, turning to hiyyih and soob. soob shrugged, yawning before resting his head onto the pillow beside him.

“well yeah,” hiyyih nodded, “its important since its so obvious yujin is falling for him.”

“WHAT?” yujin shrieked out of surprise, “i do not like jungwon.”

“okay, girly, dont get too defensive now,” soob muttered, the sleepiness getting to him.

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Chapter 5 - Love in theory and practice [Chishiya x Reader]

Chishiya was in your room.

You had spent more time there since Niragi, one of the militants of The Beach, had taken an interest in you, claiming you were "so exotic" (what were you? A wild animal?) and that he "wanted a taste of you". You usually ignored him, but today you were not in the mood for putting up with any type of courting.

Unless it came from the blonde guy in front of you, that is.

Since you held hands by the swimming pool…

Nothing had changed.

You expected some kind of romantic revelation, love letters being written to you and delivered by doves to your window every morning. Him getting a guitar from somewhere and serenading you until you agreed to go out with him. A kiss. Hugs. Sleeping together. More hand-holding.

But everything was still the same.

You were trying really, really hard to drop hints that you liked him. But then again, you didn't think you did. At least not seriously. You only wanted more of what happened. A brush of his fingers against yours…

You looked at Chishiya while he worked on one of his experiments, sitting down on the floor with his back against the wall. You were on the bed, staring like a maniac, humming a love song you had had in your head ever since the badly-tempered wasps in your tummy had returned.

"Holding hands won't be enough, in a world giving head to a gun…" You sang, trying to seem distracted but doing it so very, very purposefully. He chuckled softly but did not look at you, and you were pretty close to grabbing yourself a pillow and throwing it to him when Kuina barged in.

"Are you guys playing any games today?" She asked, throwing herself on the armchair in your room. You liked that about her. She was not the kind of person to ask how you were before she asked if you could lend her the notes from all the classes you had taken together in the last semester. She would just get to the point.

"I have to. Otherwise I'm…" Getting lasered. Dead. Just the thought of it made you shiver.

Chishiya looked at you, a frown so small and quick between his eyebrows you thought you must had imagined it. "Didn't know you were on your last day."

"I am. The fear of possible doom made me closer to an impending one." You smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes. It was all teeth.

"Well, don't worry, you will manage! Deaths are becoming more and more rare nowad…"

Kuina was interrupted by Chishiya, whose expression was unreadable. "Do you want me to go with you?"

Although him asking that did make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, you knew what you were going to say. And it differed so much from what you actually wanted. "No, don't worry. Like Kuina said, I'll be fine. It's a whole group of people. Also, even if you did come, nobody can ensure we would be placed in the same team." You kept that smile on your face.

Kuina stood up and sat next to you, putting an arm above your shoulders. "You'll be fine, you'll see!"

Chishiya was still looking at you. You didn't know what he was thinking, but you tried your best to change the subject.

"So, Kuina. If you could eat a pizza right now, what toppings would you choose?"

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- You were unsure if your clothes were wet due to sweat, blood or the water that surrounded you until a minute ago.

You were on your knees, coughing, crying and who knows what else.

You had won the game, but almost everyone else was dead.

Diamonds. You were not good at diamonds. You were not good at anything but particularly not diamonds. Not such a high number. And also, not when it involved riddles in a language that was not your own.

At the beginning you had laughed nervously, feeling a little bit like Bilbo in The Hobbit, with Gollum being the game master, asking you things such as "It cannot be seen, cannot be felt. Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes out first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter." and you had to answer correctly or you would become his dinner. Obviously, the answer was darkness. If you had read the book.

In this case, you were placed on a glass container resembling a fish tank. And your arms, and legs, were chained to it. They would ask you four riddles and you had to guess the answer to them, duh. For each one you solved, you would be free of one of your chains. And while you were scrambling your brains, trying to find a solution, the tank would fill with… You guessed it. Water.

You were not great at the game, that was undeniable. But you were creative, and desperate to survive enough to have come up with all of the answers, screaming one after another, pulling at the chains around your wrists and ankles so hard that by the time you were released of the fish tank, the water had a red tint to it.

Now you were on the ground, gasping for air, with your throat hurting with each breath you took and your lungs, probably, filled with water. And blood. Ugh. But you were alive, and that was what mattered.

You didn't know how but you made it back to the car that would take you to The Beach. You drifted off to sleep, too tired once the adrenaline passed, groaning when the militant driving the car told you to get off of it. You basically crawled like a caterpillar to your room, avoiding everyone around you.

You threw yourself into your bed, and slept.

When you opened your eyes again, you saw a pair of brown eyes staring back at you.

"Hey." You said to Chishiya, with a husky, hoarse voice that did not seem to come from you, but maybe from a 65 year old truck driver who had been smoking his whole life.

"Was told about your game. Glad you survived."

You almost wanted to laugh. Still no love declaration, not like you were expecting it, but in movies, if it was going to happen, it would happen right after a near-death experience when the boy realized his life had no purpose whatsoever without the girl, right? But no. Just a "glad you survived". Well, you were glad EVERYONE survived EVERY game. Wasn't that just called human nature?

"Me too."

"But that doesn't look too good."

Your eyes drifted to your wrists, where the skin was… Well, there was really not much skin. Better leave it at that. And you knew your ankles were the same.

"You could put a band-aid on it, we could play doctors."

That seemed to delight him, because he laughed. And that sound felt like a majestic choir of angels singing. It was the first time you heard him laugh and it twisted your insides and made you feel like going through another game of diamonds, only as long as you could hear it again.

"I was a medical student."

You looked at him, eyes wide open. You drank from those five words as you would from a bottle of water after spending months in the desert.

"I could technically heal you, but it's not so bad. Wouldn't need anything else than an antibiotic cream to prevent infection. You won't need stitches. It will soon form a scab and the only thing you need to do is not play with it. Will you manage?"

You nodded. You knew you would play with it. But you could pretend for a bit that you wouldn't, just to make him happy.

You knew he saw right through you, based on the look he gave you, but he decided to let it slide, still smiling softly.

"I also wanted to be a doctor when I was a kid." You said, trying to sit in the bed without causing yourself too much pain. Your body felt stiff as a brick of wood and didn't really felt like collaborating. "Too squeamish when it comes to blood. And having a human life in my hands… That's a lot of pressure."

He lifted his shoulders, which you interpreted as "It's not so much of a problem to me.", but you could be wrong or you could be right. Who knew. A conversation with Chishiya was sometimes as hard as any game in the Borderlands.

So you decided to sit in silence, surprised and thankful it was not as uncomfortable as other times, examining your wounds, and your nails, and your damp jeans and t-shirt which you would have to throw away.

He sat next to you. You looked at each other, and you saw… Well, you didn't see anything, but you had the feeling there was something he wanted to say, but didn't manage to. It was fine, you didn't want to rush him. But you wanted to let him know this, without actually putting it into words, as it would be far too embarrassing if it turned out that there was nothing he wanted to express and it was you again, creating beautiful scenarios in your mind.

So you stretched out your hand, with the palm looking upwards.

And surprisingly enough, he gave you his hand, softly, delicately. It was more like hand-caressing than hand-holding, but it could do.

You saw him open his mouth, ready to say something, when the door was opened and a dreadlocked-shadow in a blue bikini basically jumped on top of you, hugging you and exclaiming at the top of her lungs "I'M SO GLAD YOU ARE OKAY!!!!!!!!"

You were sad the cute moment with Chishiya had come to an end, but couldn't help but laugh (it didn't sound like a laugh, more like a dog with pneumonia and it ended in a coughing fit) and hugged Kuina back.

"I'm well. I was just Houdini'ed." You continued explaining, after seeing her puzzled look. "You know, placed in a fish tank, having to escape… It's fine, don't worry." You smiled. She moved to sit by your side, but held your hand with a grip that would have been the envy of anyone.

"I think we should let her sleep, Kuina" Chishiya intervened, softly, and you could see he also had a smile on his face. A very, very, very tiny one. But a smile.

"Not fair, you knew she was here before me."

"Perks of being a Beach Executive."

"Well, okay. But tomorrow we have to hang out, okay? And you can tell me about Houdining someone." Kuina's smile was contagious, and you nodded and hugged her again.

"I promise, tomorrow my whole day will be devoted to you."

"That's what I like to hear!" She stood up, returned your hug and went to the door, waiting for Chishiya outside. You smiled at him, feeling so happy, and so lucky to have them both as friends. Or as friends and friendly acquaintance. You didn't know where he fitted but you were just glad he was around.

He stood up, not before softly touching your hand with the tips of his fingers again. That simple gesture ignited a fire that extended throughout your whole body. It made you burn. And your heart scream for more.

"Change into a set of dry clothes."

"Yes, doctor."

He smirked. You were melting. You wanted to kiss him.

"Sweet dreams."

"You too, Chishiya."

[kuroosdarling]

CHAPTER 1 : Manhunt

⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : explicit language, alcohol use + mentions, trespassing (?)

⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ WC ꒱ : 3.4k

⊹ ‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : the last semester of your last year has officially begun and what better way to cope then to get drunk and play manhunt with your best friends ? reunions together had always been sweet but this time you can’t help but feel a shift in the air.

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a/n: she’s here. lmfao thank u nesi for helping me with the edits for this fic !! i’m so excited to share this <3 enjoy !

The night air was chilly as it brushed past you, kissing your skin through the holes in your too-thin sweater that you thought was going to keep you warm enough for your late night adventure. But it was all too exhilarating to care. Maybe it was the drinks you had earlier or maybe it was the fact you were back with your favorite people, but everything felt right in the world.

It was the start of the last semester of your last year. Thoughts and fears swirled around your head, amplified by your nerves and excitement for the months to come. The last year with the place that you called home was coming to a close. You weren’t sure what was lying on the not so distant horizon; part of you was too scared to find out. But, those were obstacles you could face later. And knowing that you were going to face them with some of your most favorite people in the world, settled the nerves that threatened to fire off in your stomach – smoothing it over and extinguishing the flames.

The first night back always called for celebration. It was hard not to, everyone was always so eager to get back together. Even though you guys did a pretty good job staying in contact over the holiday break, nothing beat this.

“Y/N! Hurry up! I’m not going to be waiting around for you all day.” Eren shouted, climbing up the steps that led to the largest building on campus, turning his body so he could face your direction as he called out to you. The rest of the group was around him, taking a seat close together somewhere on the steps, while Eren stood, impatiently waiting for you.

“Alright! I’m coming. No need to have a tantrum, damn.” You make your way over to him, seating yourself next to Jean. Eren rolled his eyes and sat next to you, bumping his knee against yours.

The large steps were cold as you sat down in between the two men. Anytime they were too close to one another after a few hours of drinking usually ended up in some sort of fight. One that usually forced you and Mikasa to get involved, dragging them apart from each other – you grabbing onto Jean while Mikasa holds onto Eren.

“Why'd we come here?” Connie groaned, leaning his head on Sasha’s shoulder. Even though Connie was always ready for an adventure, he didn’t prepare well enough this time. Sasha had brought a snack, Eren had brought his little flask, and he didn't think to grab anything. Luckily, you knew him well enough by now.

“Heads up.” You call out, most of the groups attention falling onto you. Connie looks over with a hopeful look in his eye. You toss a fruit roll up you tucked in your pocket, sending it off in the air towards him with a wink. He catches it effortlessly.

“God, I love you. You’re the best, Y/N.” Connie sighs as he unwraps the small package, practically kicking his feet as he giggles.

“I hope you brought some for the rest of the class.” Sasha pouts at you, betrayal swimming in her eyes as she realized you didn’t have one for her.

“You’re literally eating your own snack right now.” Jean easily replies, rolling his eyes.

“Would still be nice to be included.” Sasha mutters under her breath before digging back into her potato chips.

Wordlessly, everyone had taken a moment of silence, each one lost in their own thoughts as the impending doom of the final semester started to take its hold.

“What do you think this semester is going to bring?” Armin asked, the light from the lamppost casting a small shadow over his face. After a few drinks, Armin could never control his facial expressions. Worry coated his features, threatening to consume him whole if someone didn’t step in to help ease his mind. Luckily, your group was pretty good at helping with each others rising anxieties, even if they all felt the same way.

“Hopefully only good things.” You mutter, leaning your head against Eren’s shoulder. He was used to it, normally he was the one you sought out once you had a few drinks. Based purely on the fact he was familiar, growing up with him gave you one of those perks. “I don’t want a repeat of sophomore spring semester.”

That semester had sucked. Almost everyone in the friend group was fighting with one another over something stupid that had happened at a party. It took almost the whole semester for everyone to come back together after that. It was mostly between Jean and Eren, but everyone had decided to take sides at the time. Something the group vowed to never do again.

“Obviously.” Eren scoffed, flicking your forehead. You shoot him a glare as you sit up, dramatically rubbing the spot he assaulted. He gave you a shit-eating grin before something serious washed over his expression, reaching his eyes that made him look as if he was looking far off at something that no one else could see. “I just hope I can make it to graduation.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Mikasa asked, her intense gaze on Eren. If she looked at you like that, you’d shrink back into yourself. Mikasa was the last person you wanted to piss off. And Eren had a knack for that.

“Dunno.” His shoulders rose in a shrug, his hair following suit before it cascaded back down. “I barely even wanted to come to college so it’s weird I'm almost done.”

“I get that.” Jean agreed. Everyone froze, staring at Jean for openly admitting Eren had a point, especially when Mikasa had already called him out on it. “Okay don’t look at me like that. I get it, to an extent. I don’t really know if I’ll make it to graduation. What’s the point? I want to open up my own shop anyway.”

“It’s good to have a degree regardless, even if you don’t end up using it in the field you thought you were going to. Most places just want to see the diploma, they really couldn’t care less about what was on it.” Armin chimed in. He had spent the last 3 years preaching it to the group anytime someone even thought about dropping out. It had saved Jean a few times, and it was ultimately why he switched to being a business major. Even though he loved art, he figured he’d need to learn some tactical skills if he wanted to open up his own shop one day. Besides, he always said he came here because his mom wanted him to.

You grab a hold of Eren's arm — something you mindlessly do whenever you start to zone out. He was used to it by now too, the feeling of your fingers trace along the intricate ink on his arms. You always start from the top, cascading down to the bottom before making your way back up. After a few moments, his skin prickles, something you chalk up to the cold.

“I know, I know.” Jean groaned, running a hand through his hair. His gaze fell onto you for a brief moment before turning onto Armin with a mischievous look. “Listen, how about I take your advice but in return, you finally let me tat you up.”

Connie and Sasha couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped them. The air was filled with booming chaos, something that usually happened when Jean, Connie, and Sasha shared the same brain cell. As much as Jean tried to tell everyone that he was their unofficial babysitter, it was honestly the equivalent of a teenage boy watching after his younger siblings.

“God, no. Not this again.” Armin’s eyes widened. “I said I didn’t want one just yet. I wanted to wait till graduation.”

“But it’s free.” Jean sang, leaning into Armin’s space as he spoke. “Besides, Annie would think it was hot.”

Armins’ face turned beet red as the rest of the group giggled, save for Mikasa, who opted to smack Jean on the shoulder. It only made Jean laugh louder.

“Alright, enough, enough. Leave the poor guy alone. You really wanna talk about our love lives?” You roll your eyes, staring at everyone who immediately quieted down. Everyone had a complicated love life, except Sasha. She was content with her food and the man who made it for her — Niccolo. Even if they weren’t officially dating, it was pretty obvious they had strong feelings for each other. “That’s what I thought.”

“Damn Y/N, no need to get so personal.” Eren scowled, looking away. Armin’s body sagged with relief as all the attention came off of him. He gave you a small smile.

“You guys were literally targeting Armin. It had to be done.” You smile over at Eren, leaning into him and batting your eyes up at him. “I could make it more personal if you’d like.”

“Fuck off.” His cheeks tinted pink as he crossed his arms, trying his best to look unbothered. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Teasing Eren was just too easy. “Let’s just change the subject.”

“Fine.” You pout. Everyone sat in silence together, no one bothering to start a new conversation. “Let’s go inside.”

“Like, back to the house?” Armin asked, getting ready to get up.

“No.” You smile, making eye contact with Connie. Immediately, he knew where your head was at. With a shout, he shot up. Sasha stared at him for a moment before joining him. Jean audibly groaned before getting up too. The rest got up, except for Armin.

“ITS TIME!” Connie shouted, pumped up to “break” into the main building on campus. It wasn’t really breaking in, the doors were left unlock but it was definitely frowned up to enter it after hours. “Okay, let’s make 2 teams. One will be the hunters, and the other will be the hunted. Leaders will be Jean and Eren.”

It had started last year when the group had found out about the doors being unlocked. Everyone had been drinking and practically waiting for some adventure to start. No one can really remember who started it but soon enough, it had turned into one of the biggest games of manhunt yet.

“Should we just keep our usual teams?” Eren asked, looking over at Jean, his eyes glowering, his competitiveness already taking root. It only fired up Jean more.

“Why not.” He said, turning to Connie and Sasha. “But we are flipping a coin for Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Usually there was a tug of war between Eren and Jean for your place in this game. Eren always said since you guys were childhood best friends, you stayed with him. but Jean insisted he needed another person as Connie and Sasha practically shared one brain.

“Yeah I want Y/N with me.” Sasha chimed in, throwing her arms around Connie and Jean. “She needs to help me corral these two.”

“Fair enough.” Mikasa agreed, starting to walk the other direction for a team huddle. Eren made a sound of protest before groaning and following her lead, Armin right behind him.

“That was easy.” Connie smirked, looking your way. The pretty gold piercing on his eyebrow catches your eye briefly before you look at him. It always made his eyes pop out more, looking more vibrant than ever. “Looks like you’re stuck with us.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way, babes.” You smirked back. He reached over to give you a high five, his ring-clad hand colliding with your almost bare hand. The sound echoed slightly before it got caught in the wind.

“On the count of 3, we go hide.” Jean said, rolling his eyes at you and Connie flirting — old habits die hard.

“Deal. Three.” Sasha says, looking past your shoulder to make sure the other team was still planning.

“Two.” Connie says, resting his elbow on Sasha's shoulder.

“One.” Jean said, looking at you with a spark in his eyes.

“Go.” you finish. The game was afoot.

The four of you go inside, booking it in different directions to find the perfect spot to hide in while the other 3 hunted for you guys. The base wasn’t too far from where you guys were, but you knew who you were up against. It wasn’t going to be that easy.

All the hunted had to start on the top floor while the hunters could be anywhere. The group had to not only evade the hunters, but also find their way outside to the steps again — also known as the base.

The building itself was large and it was easy to get lost in. Armin was the only one who actually had classes in this building, so they already had an advantage. He was most likely going to be the one walking through the hallways.

Eren was a wild card. He could either be at the bottom of the main staircase or somehow know exactly where you were. He’d never stay in one place and he was impossible to track.

Mikasa always guarded the doors, it was almost impossible to sneak past her. She was the hardest one to crack. Even if you survived the other two, there’s almost no way you could make it to the base without being caught.

“What’s our plan of attack?” Jean suddenly whispered in your ear, his voice softly wrapping itself around you. With him by your side, you knew you guys had it in the bag. But it was up to the rest of the team to keep it together.

“We need to get to the base. I’m thinking we send out a distraction then book it to safety.” You replied coolly, trying to string along a quick strategy.

“Good thinking. We’ll send the fastest out for the distraction while the rest go. It’s between you and Connie.” He said, brushing his shoulder against yours. “You up for it Y/N?”

“Tell the others to get in position.” You nodded at him before scurrying away towards Eren and the others. As much as you loved Connie, he could get carried away with the distraction. To ensure the win, it was probably best for you to do it, holding the fate of your team in your hands.

“On it.” He nodded, headed for the others. You only had a moment to collect yourself. The best way to get them off their tail is to get them on yours.

You poke your head out the corridor to check your surroundings before loudly taking off towards the stairs.

“Hey!” Armin’s voice rang out. You heard him start chasing you, causing you to squeal out — the prospect of being chased always made you nervous and made you run even faster.

The main staircase gave a clear view to the other floors, but you didn’t have time to check your surroundings as you bounded down them as loudly as you could. Skipping the second floor all together, you skirt down to the first.

Armin was still making his way down before you bolted down one of the hallways. There was no telling where the others were, all you could feel was the buzz of excitement mixing with the alcohol as you made your way through the building. You round a corner and hit something hard before stumbling back.

“Damn, be careful Y/N.” Eren said, helping you steady your footing before he smirks at you. “Looks like i caught you.”

Dread filled you as you realized your blunder. Armin was still after you and Eren had you right where he needed you. You could only hope that Jean could devise a plan to get past Mikasa, your sacrifice couldn’t be meaningless.

Eren heard Armin coming and grabbed your arm, dragging you with him as he sprinted down the hall.

“Where are we going?” You ask, trying to keep in step with him.

“I gotta tell you something.” He replies, trying to open one of the doors in the hallway. He gets one open and pushes you in before following you inside. It was one of the classrooms, the air was still stuffy as it had been closed throughout the break. You whirled around to face him as he shut the door.

“It can't wait until after manhunt? You’re letting your team down by wasting time like this.” You put your hand on your hip, waiting for him to get on with it.

“Don’t care.” he shrugs and stalks towards you. The atmosphere in the room changed, tension filled it, causing your heart rate to pick up, threatening to beat out of your chest. “Haven’t seen you all break.”

“Eren-“ you start, letting him cup your cheek. His finger smooths over your skin and you can’t help but lean into the familiar touch.

“I didn’t get to properly say hello.” He smiles, dipping down and covering your lips with his.

“Well, hi.” You smile, leaning into his touch. His lips are warm against yours, and you can distinctly taste the fruity bitterness from whatever was in his flask.

Anytime you and Eren had an ounce of liquor running through your veins, something like this would happen. It was almost routine at this point, something that was expected. You guys were close, always had been, so it didn’t seem weird. It wasn’t some secret either, no one could really pinpoint you and his relationship and no one has ever bothered to ask.

His kiss grew more desperate as he pushed you up onto the desk, slipping himself in between your legs. You pull away, taking a moment to collect your breath. You’re greeted with his slightly flushed face, his bright eyes looking back at you.

“Missed you.” He kisses you again softly. “Remind me again why you had to move away from Shiganshina?”

“I told you, my parents decided to move. Besides, it’s not like I don't see you.” You roll your eyes, your hands loosely gripping onto his shirt. “But I missed you too.”

“Even my brother asked where you were this year. Everyone’s so used to you being around for the holidays.” You bristle at the mention of his brother before something somber settles in your gut. You loosen your hand and let it fall to the desk you were perched on. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on?”

“No.” The words flew out of your mouth before you had a chance to really think it over. Eren's bright eyes were focused on you, filled with so much hope that you were worried that if you let him down, that beautiful light would dim. “I can't really say, I guess. I don't know what I'm doing after college.”

“Stay.” He whispers, pressing his forehead against you. “At the end of it all, you’re still my best friend and I don't want you going across the country, so far away from me and everyone else.”

“Okay.” you nod, his forehead lifting off of yours. “We’ll figure it out.”

Eren opened his mouth as the words he wanted to say were threatening to spill, but he must’ve decided against it. Instead he held out his hand, waiting for you to take it.

You take it and he guides you through the hallways to get back outside — back towards the steps where the rest of the group were huddled up.

“Told you they were off making out somewhere.” Connie loudly announced.

Your face started to heat up and you swear the tiny snowflakes that were falling were melting the moment they touched your cheek.

“We weren't.” You protest, abruptly letting go of Eren's hand. He snickers as he walks towards Armin, throwing an arm around him as he smiles towards Mikasa.

“Course not.” Eren nods. Connie just rolls his eyes, unimpressed with everyone.

“Next time, I'm doing the distracting.” Connie pushes. “Maybe then we can win.”

“Doubt it. I'll do it.” Sasha says, crossing her arms. “I'll be better for it.”

“It doesn't matter, we’ll never get past Mikasa.” Jean pipes up.

You turn to look at him but he doesn’t meet your eye. Some small part of you deflates and suddenly all the drinks you had throughout the night catch up with you, pushing down on your shoulders and sending you into a drowsy state.

“You alright?” Mikasa asks, quickly coming up to you, lowering her voice so she whispers in your ear. “Did Eren say something?”

“No, no.” You shake your head as if it would clear the thoughts that started to accumulate inside your mind. “I think I'm just tired.”

You watch as the rest of your friends laugh and talk with each other, still riding on the high of the reunion. But you can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong — something isn’t sitting right. Even once you're back at the house and debating on going back to sleep do you notice — Jean still wouldn’t catch your eye.

[doubleleoenergy]

i. Summer Bummer, Lolita Series

She just might become my lover for real. I might fuck with her all summer for real. They better not holla if I cuff her for real.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of erection, lewd thoughts, drinking

Words: 2168

Summary: Andy meets Jacob friends for the first time, including y/n.

“Dad, we’re here!” Jacob cried out, opening the front door to his familiar family home. 

Jacob Barber had just finished his Junior year at Columbia University and had just finished packing up his things in his apartment before driving back home. His parents had just finalized their divorce over the Christmas Break, and frankly, Jacob was relieved. His father, Andy Barber, seemed to be doing great, much happier without Laurie in his life. Maybe that was why he had agreed to let Jacob and his roommates from Columbia stay in their home for the entire summer leading up to their final year of undergrad.

“I’ll be right down, just changing a lightbulb in the bathroom.” Andy called out from upstairs, finishing his work quickly and disposing of the broken bulb in the bathroom trash can. He took his time down the stairs, smiling widely as he saw Jacob and his friends standing in the kitchen. “Good to have you home, son.” Andy announced, embracing Jacob in a warm embrace. He wasn’t lying at all, yes, he was fine after the divorce, but he did miss having his son at home playing video games or listening to his music too loud. Once Andy let go, he eyed the two other boys behind him, patting Jacob on his shoulder. 

“You boys must be Jacob’s roommates, right?” He questioned. 

“Yes, sorry dad, this is Rashad and Collin.” Jacob motioned to each of them, watching as his father shook each of their hands. “It’s nice to meet you all, and please, call me Andy. Only my clients call me Mr. Barber.” Andy took a step back, reaching into the fridge to grab a few Coors Light bottles, handing one to each of the boys before turning his attention back to Jacob.

“I thought you said there was another roommate coming, right? The one who you begged me to let intern at my office during the summer?” Andy asked, raising an eyebrow at his son.

Jacob took a swig off his beer bottle, nodding his head. “Yeah, y/n said she’d be here soon, she was just finishing up with a friend for brunch and then she was heading over.” Jacob, Rashad, Collin, and Y/N had been roommates this year in a quaint little apartment about five minutes from Columbia’s main campus. Andy had been to the apartment once to meet up with Jacob for dinner in the Fall during one of his many fights with Laurie, though Jacob’s roommates had all been out that day.

“Alright, well why don’t you boys make yourselves at home, take your pick of any of the guest rooms upstairs and let me know if you need anything. I was thinking of firing up the grill, it’s such a beautiful day out and the swimming pool contractors just finished with the new pool out back.” Andy opens the doors of the fridge again, pulling out the hamburger meat as the three men race up the stairs to look at the rooms they’d be occupying for the next few months. “Sure dad, thanks!” Jacob calls back, giving his father a short wave of his hand.

About an hour later the boys had all settled into the Barber’s backyard, speakers against the home blaring the hottest songs of the summer. Andy and the boys stood around the grill, exchanging stories of their latest semester and giving Andy a chance to get to know Rashad and Collin better. He was quite impressed with the type of people Jacob had chosen to associate himself with. Rashad was an engineering major like Jacob while Collin was studying chemistry.

After the boys finished laughing about Collin and Jacob’s double date gone terribly wrong, Jacob’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen with a smile. “Y/N’s pulling in, I’m going to go help her with her bags.” The other boys stayed next to Andy, watching as he flipped the last set of burgers on the grill.

“She’s gotta look heavenly in a bikini, right bro?” Rashad asks Collin, nudging him playfully in the side.

“You got a thing for y/n? Because I don’t think it’d be too appropriate to get with someone you are living the entire summer with, especially under my roof.” Andy objected, removing the burgers off the grill and onto the plate beside him.

Both Rashad and Collin burst out laughing, taking swigs from their beer bottles as they do. “Nah, Andy. Y/N’s a smoke show don’t get me wrong, but we can look but don’t touch. She’s not a relationship type of woman anyhow.” Rashad teased.

Just as the two boys finished their snickering, Jacob opens the screen door, the two immediately jogging up to give y/n a hug. 

“What, you boys miss me that much after being apart for only a day?” She teased, Collin finally releasing her from his death grip. Jacob pulls y/n out into the yard, stopping right in front of the grill where Andy was turning off the burners.

“Dad, this is y/n.” He gestures towards the woman beside him just as y/n sticks out a hand for Andy to shake.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Mr. Barber, I’ve heard so much about you.” Andy finally turns his head in the direction of her voice, his eyes locking on hers as his heart skips a beat in his chest.

“It’s nice to meet you too, and please, call me Andy.” He reaches forward to shake her hand, taking in the whole sight of her. Her hair hung in loosely tousled waves down her back, stopping just above her breasts that were jutting out of her black lace bodysuit, which clung tightly to her hourglass figure and was tucked into her jean shorts that barely seemed to cover her ass. Her lips were plump and juicy, the color of a glass of fruit punch, a dotting of light freckles across her cheeks. Her eyes were striking, she wore no mascara, yet her lashes were thick and long. She was breathtakingly beautiful, a ‘smoke show’ as Rashad had said, indeed. 

Y/N watched how Andy’s eyes engulfed her body, tilting her head to one side as she pretended not to notice. “Well Andy, thank you again for letting us all stay with you this summer, and thank you for the internship. I would rather work a paid internship than work with these boys anywhere.” She teased, ruffling Jacob’s hair.

“It’s no trouble at all, our office could use a good intern for the summer.” He agreed, eyes lingering a little too long on her perky breasts again.

“Maybe we can carpool to work, I’m all about environmentalism.” Her words are flirtatiously drifting off her tongue, a seductive smile spreading across her lips. Was Andy imagining this?

“R-right, yeah sounds good.” He moves to grab the plate of burgers by the grill, gesturing to the house. “Boys, please bring out the salad, condiments, and tableware from the counter and come set the table. Oh, and get y/n a beer.”

Andy moves to the patio table and sets down the plate of burgers, watching y/n as she slowly sinks into the chair next to him. He catches a whiff of her perfume, a heavenly mix of oranges, vanilla, and sandalwood wafting through his nostrils. It’s the perfect scent for her, he thought, moving to sit at the far end of the table.

The boys come back with all the supplies for dinner, including y/n’s beer, which she is already nursing happily from. Andy’s eyes focus on how her lips wrap around the top of the glass bottle, clearing his throat as if to rid himself of his dirty thoughts.

“So, y/n, what made you want to intern in my office?” He questioned, assembling a burger onto his plate. Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, carefully putting a helping of salad onto her own plate before assembling the rest of her meal.

“I’m completing my undergraduate degree and then hopefully getting admitted to law school to become an attorney. I figured interning in a real office would be a great first step.” She stuck her fork into the salad, opening her mouth to take in the bite.

“So, what are you getting your undergrad in?” 

“My major is human rights with a minor in economics.” Her eyes met Jacob’s, a smile spreading on her face. “That’s how I actually found out Jake-y here was looking for another roommate. We had microeconomics together. Then I got introduced to these two losers-“ She teased, motioning to the other two guys at the table who feigned hurt expressions. “-and the rest is history.” The boys next to her were all chowing down as usual as if they hadn’t been fed in days.

As they take the time to finish eating, y/n lets the boys do most of the talking. She’s not a huge sharer when she first meets people, and frankly she’s glad to have the guys around to keep her entertained all summer. The dinner is spent catching way-too-long glances from Andy, his eyes lingering on hers for a bit too long here and there. There’s something about him that intrigues her, maybe it’s because he’s not a boy but a man, or maybe it’s just her usual game of cat and mouse, men usually fell to putty at her feet and she assumed he’d be the same.

“That was great dad, thank you.” Jacob says, finishing his third burger of the night. “Anyone up for a late-night swim?” He asked, standing up from the table and picking up a few of the items from it to take them inside. Rashad and Collin follow suit, with y/n trailing behind.

“Sounds good.” Rashad replies, going over to set his plate in the sink before bounding up the stairs. Andy walks back in as the four head upstairs to change, turning on the sink and rinsing off the dishes before setting them in the drying rack on the counter.

Shortly after finishing washing his third plate, he hears the boys running down the stairs, pushing each other to see who can do a cannonball in the pool first. Andy can’t help but chuckle to himself at their energy, it truly was nice to have noise in the house again.

“Can I help you, Mr. Barber?” Andy turns his head to the soft voice behind him, his cock twitching in his jeans. She’s standing in front of him in the tiniest floral bikini he’s even seen on a woman, the bottoms barely covering her slit and leaving nothing to the imagination of her ass.

“It’s Andy.” He chokes out, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the sink. Y/N sashays over to his side, grabbing the clean towel off the counter and starting to dry the dishes as Andy sets them into the rack.

“Right, I’m sorry, Andy.” Her eyes trail over his figure as she speaks, he can feel her eyes on him, and he shifts his weight as he stands to make sure his cock couldn’t be seen through the fabric of his jeans. “Thank you again for letting us all stay here; I was hoping not to have to deal with another summer bummer.” Her thin fingers set each dry dish carefully atop the other, Andy’s eyes glancing over one last time before he turns off the water, drying his hands on a clean towel.

He clears his throat. “Of course, any friend of Jacob’s is a friend of mine.” Suddenly, as if his ears are burning, Jacob opens the screen door sopping wet.

“You coming y/n?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her. 

“Yeah, I was just helping your dad clean up.”

Andy shifts uncomfortably, trying to hide the erection in his pants. “Hey kiddo, I’m going to bed, you guys have fun tonight.” He turns to walk down the hallway of the first floor to his bedroom, hearing y/n’s soft voice echoing out to him.

“Goodnight Andy.” She purred, Jacob finally picking her up over his shoulder and carrying her out to the pool area, her cries of protest lingering as he shut the screen door behind them.

Once locked away in his room Andy let out a sigh, undoing his jeans and letting his cock spring free from his underwear. He couldn’t believe the way he was getting hard for his son’s best friend, he hadn’t even had a chance to think of another woman since the divorce, but y/n just had this sickeningly sweet seduction about her, he knew it matched a certain name.

“Lolita.” He murmured, and though she wasn’t a 12-year old girl from the novel, because ew, he did seem to have some sinful obsession with her after having just met. Is this love or lust or some game on repeat? Andy didn’t know, but one thing was for sure, he was definitely about to jerk off to sexual thoughts of her in that bikini.

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[renaerys]

22. for reds 🤡

This is 100% not what you asked for (yet...👀), but I give you part 1 of what we're calling the Weird King AU. I'm turning this into a proper multi-chapter High School fic because I love you and I'd jump on any bandwagon for you.

xxx

Like most young, conventionally attractive Supervillains, Brick had made a bit of a habit of failing upwards. It was pretty easy in a town full of simpering morons content to project their own narrative assumptions onto him, and who was he to crush their dreams when they made his life a little easier?

For example, dating.

“You can tell me, you know.” His cute date, Tracy, sipped her milkshake across from him.

“Tell you what?”

She softened and reached her hand across the table. “Your tragic backstory. I’ll listen without judgment, I promise.”

Brick tried to think of something tragic, but it all seemed pretty underwhelming as far as Supervillain origin stories went. “You mean like how I was born in a toilet?”

She made an oh shape with her lips. “We all have those days where we feel like we were born in a toilet, Brick.”

He’d dated Tracy for three months before she broke up with him out of the blue in tears: sorry she couldn’t fix his baggage, she just wasn’t strong enough to handle all that tortured darkness, but she wished him nothing but health and happiness. Brick deleted her number from his phone and spent twenty whole minutes staring at the toilet in his bathroom, wondering what the lesson here was.

But everything changed when Mojo got out of prison and moved Brick and his brothers back to Townsville, where he enrolled them in the local high school alongside their former arch nemeses, the Powerpuff Girls.

Suddenly, everything Brick did pre-supposed ill intent. These people remembered him as the pest who had graffitied their local monuments and blown up their cars and endangered their children. They held no love for him, and at best they feared him. This was not Citiesville, where he’d been a tall, cold glass of Voss water in a sea of recycled Dasani.

He found himself thinking about his birthing toilet again as he stepped into the cafeteria alone and the conversation quieted down as his new classmates watched him from the safety of their tables. His next moves here were critical. He was no longer at the top of the food chain, but fear and mystery surrounding his origins and character gave him a certain power over his peers.

“Yea, though I walk through the valley of social suicide, I will fear no cringe,” he said to himself.

The jocks were out. Capable though he may be, Brick was not much of a team player unless there was a blood contract involved requiring his participation on pain of satanic torture. The drama kids were also a hard pass, not because he thought drama was lame, but because they had barely noticed him walk in, and Brick did not have the energy to deal with people more self-involved than himself. Some of the unaffiliated tables could be safe, but without a good understanding of the nuanced social dynamics in the high school, he could be heading toward irreversible doom, and that was a risk he was not willing to take.

He saw his salvation just ahead. It was the only option, all else being equal. In an environment where he couldn’t be certain of his baseline status and potential for upward mobility, there was greatness to be had only by association and certainty only in the devil he knew.

Brick helped himself to the empty seat directly across from Blossom Utonium to a chorus of gasps and staring.

Blossom did not startle like her table mates had. She watched him critically behind a head full of bangs as she balanced her soup spoon in her hand. “Really.”

Brick unwrapped the burrito he’d purchased in the lunch line and brandished it before him. “Really.”

He took a bite of the burrito. It was not hot enough. The two girls to Blossom’s left whispered to each other about that bad boy and he’s hot, though.

Blossom daintily spooned soup into her mouth without spilling a single drop as she continued to watch Brick for signs of his imminent dark side transformation.

The guy next to Brick was brave enough to ask him what his next class was. Brick had a mouth full of disappointing burrito, so he passed the guy the printout of his class schedule in lieu of answering.

“Wow, all APs, huh? Hey, we’re in U.S. History together next period, nice. I’m Mike Believe, by the way. Brick Jojo, right?”

Brick didn’t answer him immediately on account of the burrito currently occupying his mouth hole, and Mike took it the wrong way.

“Oh, yeah, we all know who you are. Blossom sort of filled us in.” He winced like he’d inadvertently revealed a terrible secret.

Brick swallowed his food and washed it down with a gulp of water. “Saves me some time.”

Mike looked super relieved. “For sure! Hey, I could lend you my notes if you want to catch up. Gershwin’s giving a quiz on the Progressive Era on Friday, and she’s a hard-ass who definitely won’t care that you just transferred…”

Brick chewed on his lunch as Mike continued to talk at him about classes and other vaguely helpful, albeit uninteresting, information. But Mike seemed normal enough, a little chatty but not in an overeager sort of way. Blossom was no longer clocking his every move and seemed to be absorbed in her friend’s latest swim team cheating scandal, until Brick reached for his water bottle and she suddenly laser-focused on his wandering hand.

Her keen attention to him was honestly flattering, if expected. It was in his nature to be noticed, and in this narrow respect she was no different from anyone else whose head he turned. If she chose to feed her interest with the flames of suspicion, then it was no difference to him.

But if she was anything like him—and on a chemical level she was probably the closest to him that a person could get—he suspected it took tremendous effort to hold her full and sustained attention. The world they inhabited was as vapid and mundane as the humans that surrounded them, and even the most gracious of gods grew bored of worship. Which explained all the smiting and fucking and generational curses upon entire households in everything from Greek mythology to the Old Testament.

Brick was pretty deep into a fantasy of Blossom going full Ixion and the Wheel on the swim team when Mike tapped his shoulder. “You ready to go?”

It took him a moment to realize the bell had rung and he had a class to get to—AP U.S. History with Mike, apparently. Brick gathered his tray and his bag and followed Mike. When he looked back at the table, Blossom was already gone.

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That whole first week was painfully boring. No one bullied him, or pranked him, or picked a fight with him, of course. But no one really approached him, either. His brothers were more determined to make an effort. Boomer announced he was trying out for the soccer team because there was no rule saying a Super with extremely well documented ties to active criminals and the forces of Hell couldn’t kick a ball around a field. Butch had gotten himself invited to a midnight screening of Snakes on a Plane in some rich kid’s home movie theater, but only after that same kid had accidentally spilled milk on Butch and burst into tears in front of a cafeteria full of Juniors and Seniors. Brick declined the invitation Butch extended to him. He had that AP U.S. History exam to study for on Friday, anyway.

He shared all of his classes with Blossom. Even in the classes where her assigned seat was behind his and he couldn’t see her, he could feel her lobotomizing stare at the back of his head whenever she glanced up from her notebook. And while Mike’s notes were perfectly adequate and the friendly gesture counted for more than the content (a gesture Brick would not soon forget), there was a far more efficient way to accomplish his goal of murdering the class averages while also taking the edge off his loner doldrums.

“Can I borrow your class notes?”

Blossom rose from her seat and pulled her hair tie out to re-do her extremely long ponytail. She held the elastic between her teeth as she worked. Her teeth were very straight, he noticed. Some pretty nice girl-teeth, generally speaking.

“Which class?”

“All of them.”

He watched her wind the elastic around her hair with quick, adroit fingers. “That’s a lot of notes.”

“You’re the top of every class. No point in asking anyone else.”

She moved toward the hall. He followed her out. “Why would I help you?”

A legitimate question delivered without venom. Unlike her sister Buttercup, who’d “run into” Brick after school on Monday and told him to watch his back, Blossom didn’t have to do anything but maintain a general proximity to make her superiority complex known. Which was the kind of flex he could fuck with.

“Isn’t helping people sort of your mandate?”

They had arrived at her locker, which she opened with enough force to rattle the hinges. “I help the helpless. Are you helpless, Brick?”

Brick smiled at her baiting. Had she ever actually said his name at a normal volume before? It sounded good even in her baseline bitch timbre. “Critically helpless. I’m the new student who transferred in the middle of the semester, and you’re the only person who knows me.”

A couple other students clearly trying to get to the lockers Brick was blocking hovered just out of reach. They whispered to each other, but neither of them actually worked up the courage to ask Brick to move. He ignored them.

Blossom rummaged in her locker for the binder she would need for the next class. “Make friends.”

“Working on it.”

The locker door slammed and she faced him. There was something confrontational in the way she held herself before him that kicked him in the nuts back in time thirteen years to their more uncouth days when all he wanted to do was destroy her so he’d be the only one. Now they were older and wiser and he actually did need her notes to study, so destroying her was not high on his list of priorities.

“You want to be my friend.”

“We have so much in common.”

“So do lions and hyenas.”

“Both are apex predators, so.”

She took a step closer and peered up at him. Brick did not move, although he wondered what was so interesting about his face. She probably just thought he was hot. She was probably as bored as he was. She probably—

“You have lettuce in your teeth.”

Brick pulled back and covered his mouth on instinct. God fucking damnit.

Blossom was already walking away from him by the time he’d picked the food from his teeth. “I’ll expect my notes back in mint condition before first period tomorrow morning.”

Brick pressed a fist against the lockers and quietly fumed. “Dumbass…”

“Um, sorry, but do you mind…?”

The student who’d been waiting for her locker space to clear up had her palms up as if to assuage a feral stray. Brick pushed off the lockers, but his fist left a dent where he’d unleashed some of his impotent self-pity. He looked back at the girl, and she shook her head.

“It’s fine! It, uh, it happens sometimes.” She pointed a couple lockers down to Blossom’s, which was dinged up worse than the others.

Brick stared at Blossom’s locker, and then back at the girl. Her narrow, dark eyes were wide, but not out of fear. She was waiting for something, and like an idiot it took him a moment to catch up. “You’re trying to make me feel better about fucking up your locker.”

She laughed nervously. “I mean, it’s really fine! You just looked so miserable for a second there, and I just thought…”

Great, he was moping so hard he had an audience.

The five minute warning bell rang, and a flood of students rushed past them on their way to fourth period. Brick stepped aside so the girl could get to her locker.

“Hey, you’re the new guy, right?”

The new guy, yeah. How quaint. Except, she was waiting for a response, which wasn’t the absolute worst thing that had happened to him all week.

“Brick,” he said. But of course, she already knew that, and she was just being nice.

“I’m Kim. Kim Chan.”

“Okay.” He didn’t have anything else to say to her, so he decided to get his shit and get to his next class.

“Welcome back to Townsville, Brick.”

Brick shoved his hands in his pockets and stalked off. It didn’t occur to him until later that Kim was the first and only person who had properly welcomed him back home.

[diaryofabeautyfiend]

Invisible String

Camp counselor Colin Shea x reader. (Everyone is of age). Warnings! Loss of virginity, oral sex (m/f), m/f sex, angst, fluffy fluff. Colin's friends are jerks. Religious ideology.

Word count: 6879 All mistakes are my own. This is my first time writing for Colin. I hope I did him justice. Feedback and love is highly encouraged.

Another school year has come and gone and now you’re on your way to camp. You have been a camper at Camp Abbey since you were twelve years old. Now, you were old enough to be a counselor. All counselors had to report for orientation the week before campers arrived. You were excited to see your friends Beth and Olivia. This would be the first time you would see each other since you left for school. The three of you were thick as thieves.

You checked the group message to see that they had already made it. You ran to your bunk and all three of you screamed in excitement. “Oh my goodness, girls. I’m so happy to see you!”

“Kit, you look amazing. That Texas heat agrees with you. Speaking of heat, have you lost it yet?” Your cheeks heated. Olivia lost her virginity last summer before she left for school on the east coast. She swore she wouldn’t start college a white panty wearing virgin. Beth lost her virginity at a frat party two weeks into the start of the semester. You had gone the whole year with no more than a kiss. Not that there weren’t offers. You just put the Christian in Texas Christian University.

“No, you jezebel. You know I’m waiting for marriage. I promised my daddy.” Your daddy made you promise him you’d stay pure until marriage in front of his whole damned flock. Being the daughter of the pastor was hard enough. No boy ever looked your way.

“Girl, your daddy isn’t around. It’s officially hot girl summer. We’re getting you laid before the end of camp.”

“Livi, you are too much.” Your cheeks flushed crimson.

“You know when she gets an idea in her head she’s like an ol’ huntin dog.” Beth usually agreed with you but in this instance, she joined Olivia’s quest. You rolled your eyes but secretly wished they would make good on their promise. The horn sounded to start your work day.

All of the counselors gathered in the great hall to get their troop roster and work assignments. After lunch you were to report to your work site. You were lucky enough to get lifeguard duty.

Some of the boys carried ropes and other equipment while the girls grabbed the CPR dummies. Olivia was also assigned to lifeguard duty. She was the strongest swimmer on your country club’s swim team. She also had the loudest voice and didn’t need the whistle.

Every guy out there was good looking. When they started taking off their shirts your mouth went dry. “Like shooting fish in a barrel. Which one do you like? I’ll hit him over the head.”

“Stop. Pay attention. You never know when we have to save a life.” The group lined up and counted off so you could pair up. Olivia made sure to position you to perfectly line up with Colin Shea. He was a year older in his second year at Savannah College of Art and Design. He’s studying architecture and has been your crush since freshman year. He also didn’t know you existed.

“Hi. I’m Colin, your life saving buddy. And you are?” He extended his hand flashing you a devastating smile.

You blurted out, “Y/n. But all my friends call me Kit. It’s short for Kitten. That’s what my daddy calls me.” Olivia glared at you trying to get you to shut up. This was going to be harder than she thought.

He looked you up and down, biting his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing. “Oh you’re serious! Well, little kitten, let’s save our drowning victim.” You didn’t know why but, when he called you “little kitten” your lady bits tingled. You squeezed your thighs together when he placed his hand on the small of your back.

You listened intently to the instructor but Colin watched you. When you bent over the dummy his cock twitched at the sight of your perfect ass. He was staring so hard he didn’t hear the instructor calling his name. “Shea! You with us?” You looked at him over your shoulder confused. He could have died right there. Everyone laughed when he finally snapped out of it.

“Sorry!” He shook it off and refocused. He promised himself that he would not repeat his mistakes of last summer. He hooked up with a girl the first week of camp. The pair were hot and heavy all summer. By the fall she went back to school and completely ghosted him. He didn’t expect to have a long distance relationship or anything. He also didn’t expect to be so hurt over it. But that didn’t matter now. He was going to have fun this summer and smash as much pussy as possible even if it killed him.

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Orientation week was a blur. Everyone worked so hard getting the camp ready. After dinner always turned into a party but you never participated. You turned in as soon as people started making out by the fire. It made you very uncomfortable. Besides, arrival day was always chaotic.

Colin caught up with you on the way to your bunk. “Little kitten little kitten. Where are you going?” He came out of nowhere scaring the wits out of you.

“Going to bed. Which all of you should be doing. Campers start arriving at 7:00.”

“Oh come on. It’s our last night of freedom for a while. Come to the bonfire. Live a little.”

“No, thank you. I know what happens at the bonfire. You have fun though.” You were literally the only girl who rejected him so far. You couldn’t possibly be that good.

“Please. I’ll be the perfect gentleman. Scouts honor.” He stuck out his full bottom lip and gave you the most comically sad eyes.

You giggled, “Goodnight, Colin.” You leaned against your door and let out the breath you were holding. You and Colin have been sort of flirting the whole week. He was genuine and sweet. He didn’t outwardly hit on you but you could tell he was flirting. Was he? Or was he just being nice?

You had no idea how to flirt with a boy. Not really. Your mom was the youth group leader at your church. So, even in more social settings, no one dared talk to you. You weren’t a complete recluse during highschool. Your parents allowed you to go out with friends after football games but you had to be home at 10:00. The first few weeks you were away at school, your dad would FaceTime you faithfully at 10:00 to make sure you were in your room. You weren’t totally innocent. If there was a good party somewhere you would go out after he called.

You had your first real kiss at a Chi Omega party. Your roommate begged you to go. After three shots of Fireball you were ready for anything. A pledge started hitting on you. You danced which was great. He very sweetly pulled you in for a kiss. Fireworks went off in your brain. His hands traveled down your back landing on your ass. When he squeezed it felt like hot lava was seeping from your core. You were so turned on you could have kept going. But that’s what your dad preached about. Your flesh was talking louder than your heart and you had to end it. You went to confession the next day. Nothing that a few Hail Mary’s couldn’t fix.

Colin didn’t have to touch you to make you feel that way. When he smiled at you, your whole body tingled. You so badly wanted his hands on you. Wanted to press your body against his. To feel his warm flesh against yours. You almost opened the door. Almost went after him. Lust was taking over. It was speaking directly to your pussy telling her to wake up and go after that boy. You had to silence that voice dripping with need. You hit your knees, made the sign of the cross and begged God for forgiveness. “Bless me, Father. For I have sinned. I want Colin Shea so badly, I cannot think of anything else. Please, Lord, guide me to the path of righteousness….” You prayed for almost an hour. Only when your body was wracked with exhaustion did you crawl into bed and drift off into a restless sleep.

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The next morning you showered and headed to breakfast. You barely slept. You found the coffee and thought of just sticking a straw directly in the pot. Olivia and Beth were nowhere to be found. Probably still asleep. Colin came in looking much better than he deserved.

“Morning, little kitten.” He said against your ear. Your whole body shivered. When you turned to look at him he whistled, “Damn, Kit. You look like crap. Did you go to the party?”

“No. I just couldn’t sleep. Why do you look so rested?”

“Because I am. When you turned me down, I went to bed. I took your advice.” He handed you a pair of sunglasses, “For later. Don’t want you frightening the children.”

“Haha. Very funny, Shea.”

“Shea? I didn’t know we were on a last name only basis.” he leaned in to whisper, “You’re still my little kitten.” He winked and took off leaving you standing in the middle of the cafeteria with a flood in your pants.

He sat with a few of his friends who watched the whole interaction. “Is she still looking?” His friend Derek looked over his shoulder to see you standing there dumbfounded.

“Yep. What’d you say to her?”

“None of your business.”

“She’s fine as hell. Are you two hooking up?”

Colin didn’t look up from his plate, “Also none of your business.”

“That means no!” Alex teased.

“No, dick for brains. It means not yet. Olivia said she’s a virgin. Gotta play the long game with this one.”

Derek snorted, “Yeah and if you’re lucky you two will be dry humping by the end of the second session.”

“Ok. Bet. I fuck her before break and you two pay me $200 each. I don’t, I pay you. Deal?”

“Easiest $200 I’ll ever make.” Derek and Alex high fived. Colin instantly felt guilty. He really liked you. What kind of shit head was he? He would never pressure you into anything. Didn’t mean he didn’t want to at least try.

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The morning was dragging. You kept Colin’s sunglasses on all day and drank ice water trying to stay awake. You sat silently save for the few times you had to blow your whistle. “Goodness, why is it so hot?”

“Maybe it’s that cotton poly blend you keep on. Where’s your swimsuit?”

“Underneath.”

“Take your shirt off.” Your cheeks heated. “I’m not trying to see anything. You’ll be more comfortable.” At first you ignored him. But, when you felt sweat trickle down the nape of your neck, you couldn’t take it anymore. As soon as you lifted it over your head he whistled.

“Stop, jerk!” You swatted at him.

“Ok ok! I’m sorry. I’m just playing with you.” He looked away while you poured cold water on your neck. You had no idea how beautiful you were. His eyes followed a drop of water down your spine and disappeared inside your swimsuit. His dick nudged awake with the sinful thoughts running through his head. He adjusted his pants to hide his arousal.

The next pair of lifeguards arrived to relieve you for lunch. Since all of your friends were working you ate lunch together.

“So, what does one do for fun at TCU? Bible study? Purity pledges?” He stole a grape out of your fruit cup and threw it into his mouth.

“I mean, yeah. But there are parties and Greek life.”

“Oh nice. You’re in a sorority? Which one?”

“Phi Mu. How about you?”

“Nah. That’s not really my thing. But really…you do all that Bible shit? Aren't the preacher's daughters supposed to go buck wild when they leave home?”

You laughed half heartedly, “I know lots of girls who went crazy their first year at school. They end up heartbroken and full of STDs. I don’t intend on going down that road.”

“What’s more scary? Heartbreak or VD?”

“Heartbreak. I’m afraid I’ll sit on one dick and end up falling in love. Love is more scary to me than sex. I want to find the right person.”

“You’re 19. Do you intend to wait until you fall in love?” Your eyes began to dance and well up with tears. You wanted to pop your cherry. Just get it out of the way. You couldn’t do it with just anyone.

“At least someone whom I find trustworthy. Someone who won’t take advantage of my inexperience. Maybe he won’t need to love me but I’d like him to at least respect me and my feelings.”

Now Colin felt sick. He was going to call off the bet with Derek and Alex. You didn’t deserve to be treated this way.

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In no time you and Colin were fast friends. You had deep meaningful conversations while you were watching out for drowning children. You always chose him as your field trip buddy. He played guitar during campfire time. It was adorable how all the preteen girls drooled over him. When he would catch you staring he would wink and flash you that million dollar smile. You two were openly flirting. You were ready to take a step with him but felt so scared that you wouldn’t stop.

Parents weekend was coming up which meant all the counselors got a much needed break. There was going to be a big party. You debated on whether or not you should go.

“Oh come on, Kit. Just come. Hang out. It’ll be really low key.” Olivia always got her way with you.

“Fine. But I’m not getting drunk.”

“You don’t have to get drunk. Just come and have a good time. Livi and I will take good care of you.”

“And if you happen to fall into Colin’s lap, c’est la vie!” The two of them were plotting. You could always tell. You have held your ground in the past. You can do it again. Even if Colin was like the guy of your dreams.

One of the counselor’s parents had a house nearby. The music was loud, everyone was in the pool and the drinks were flowing. Someone made a disgusting “punch” in a big ice chest. You were fairly certain you saw a guy stirring it with his arm. It was to be avoided at all costs.

You were a couple of drinks in when you spotted Colin. He was playing Mario Kart with Derek. You grabbed a fresh beer and chugged before you made your way over. “I got next.”

Colin smirked at you,”You don’t want any of this, little kitten. I will literally destroy you. Just like how I’m gonna destroy Derek right now!” He jerked the wheel, sending Luigi flying. “That’s what you get, son!”

“Good luck, Kit. Drunk Mario Kart is his super power.”

You took your seat on the floor and started a new game. “Ok, little kitten. Let’s see whacha got.” You chose Toadette as your racer and hit him with banana peels right from the jump. You were a Mario Kart master. He trashed talked you the entire time. Both of you were cracking up laughing. You won your first race which sent him into a tizzy but he still high fived you. “Mother fucker! Let’s go again. Best of three. Winner takes all.”

“Ok so when I win you have to do an early shift with me for a week.” The alcohol was making you a lot braver than normal.

“Oh ho ho. So cocky. So confident. Let’s up the stakes. When I win, you let me kiss you.” He raised an eyebrow. “What do you say, little kitten?”

“Deal!” You shook on it and started a new game. Beth was behind you crossing her fingers for you to lose.

The first lap was intense. You kept hitting him with oil slicks to slow him down. “I don’t know if you’re just ultra competitive or if you really don’t want to kiss me. Mother! How do you keep getting shells?!”

“Lose.” Beth coughed behind you. “You’re emasculating him. Lose.” Heat bloomed in your cheeks as you let him take the lead. You couldn’t completely take a dive. It would be too obvious.

“Oh! And the master wins. That’s one for you, one for me.”

“I hope you like waking up at six.”

“I hope you think I’m a good kisser.” He elbowed you on your side, “Spoiler alert. I am a good kisser.”

In the last round the trash talk escalated. “You’re going down, Shea! I should add trash duty to this bet.”

“You’re so sure you’re gonna win? Fine. I get second base if I win.”

“Hold on!”

“Nope. You upped the ante first. If you want out, just say ‘Colin Shea is the master at Mario Kart’ and you’ll be out of the bet. And you still have to kiss me.”

“That’s cheating!”

“No. You back out, I still get to collect. I don’t make the rules, honey.”

“You literally just did.” You stared each other down, “Deal.” You hit start and the race began. You gave him a run for his money but he won fair and square. He jumped up, tossing the controller on the floor.

“I am the master! I’ll be collecting my winnings now.”

“Wait….” You held up your hands to push him away. Your face was very serious. He saw how uncomfortable you were and calmed down to meet your energy. “Can we do this somewhere else. More private?”

“Of course. You ok? If you’re not ok we don’t have to….”

“No!” You stopped him, “I want to. Just not here.” He took your hand and led you to an area of the yard far from people. You couldn’t meet his eyes you felt so embarrassed. “I’ve never….I haven’t….you know I’m a virgin.”

“I know. But you’ve done stuff right?”

“Only a kiss.” Your skin flushed down your neck and splotched on to your chest. You wished you could disappear.

“Singular? As in one kiss your whole life?” He was in shock. “I would really like to kiss you, little kitten. But if this is too much for you I will stop.”

“Please kiss me.” He tentatively pressed his lips to yours. He only applied a bit of pressure at first. His big hands splayed across your back gently pulling you closer. His tongue caressed your upper lip then deepened. What was only a second felt like an eternity that you never wanted to end.

“Was that ok?” You nodded. “Can I do it again?” You ran your hands up his biceps and around his neck. Up on your tiptoes to meet him you firmly pressed your lips to his. He took this as an invitation to really go for it. You moaned softly feeling the flood of arousal seep out of your core. He cupped your cheek peppering tiny kisses on your cheeks, nose and forehead.

“Well you didn’t lie, Shea. You are a very good kisser.”

“Told you.” You stayed warm in each other’s embrace swaying to music that wasn’t playing. “I want to kiss you again.” This time the kiss was much more intense. It was an intoxicating sort of kiss that made you forget where you were for a moment. His hand traveled from your hip to the waistband of your shirt. He placed his palm on your bare flesh and you froze.

“Stop.” You pulled away fast. Colin held his hands up in surrender. “Sorry. I just became very aware this was leading somewhere.”

“It’s ok. We’ll go as slow as you want.”

“A bet’s a bet. Second base. Over the bikini top only.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you again. His hand found its way under your shirt and up to your breasts. He let his hand skate over the slick material teasing your nipples to stiff points. You whined and whimpered as he worked you over with his mouth. Without thinking, you moved to straddle him. The pressure building in your pussy was too much. You pressed down on his clothed cock. He pushed his hips up and fucked into you. Without warning the ache gave way to warmth flooding out of you soaking your swimsuit. Your face was red. Sweat glistened on your brow. That had never happened to you before. You were suddenly very embarrassed and broke the kiss. “That was….I don’t know what just happened.”

“Was that the first time you’ve ever had an orgasm?” Colin was breathless and needy to cum. Thinking of how tight your cunt must be nearly made him blow his load right there. He continued to kiss down your neck. “How do you feel?”

“Like I want to do that again.” You hid your face in your hands. “But I want you inside of me.”

“Now? Like right here?” This was a lot of responsibility. To be your first? He’s been a lot of girls firsts. This means so much to you. It almost felt wrong. Like it should be happening in a meadow in the middle of spring not in some girl’s backyard.

You nodded your head, “I want you, Colin.” Your pupils were lust blown. You were panting and needy for him to fill you up. “I trust you.”

He wished you hadn’t said that. Heaven help him he wanted to fuck you. Ruin your pussy for any future sexual experience. He had to be gentle with you. But, a bet’s a bet. He will hate himself tomorrow. “If anything hurts or you don’t want this, tell me to stop. Promise?”

“I promise.” You kissed again more passionately this time. He moved your swimsuit aside and teased your already sensitive bud. Carefully he slipped a finger inside. When you didn’t protest he fucked you with a second finger. He stretched you out getting you ready for him.

“Does that feel good, little kitten? You’re taking my fingers so well. Cum again for me, baby.” You moaned his name in his ear. “You sound so pretty, kitten. Sing for me.” You were a goner. He helped you ride out your high and then laid you on the grass. You took off your bottoms and spread for him. His dripping cock sprung free from his trunks. He lined it up with your hole coating it with your slick. “I’m gonna go really slow. If it hurts I’ll stop.” It was painful at first getting used to his girth. Mascara stained tears spilled down your cheeks. It wasn’t so much painful as it was intensely pleasurable. When he bottomed out you threw your head back as a violent orgasm ripped through your body.

Like an absolute piece of shit he took out his phone and sent a ten second video of you moaning like a whore to Derek and Alex. He threw it to the side and began to move. It wasn’t long before he met his end. ”You’re so tight, kitten. Feels so good.” He pulled out and fisted his cock painting you with hot ropes of his release.

You cleaned up and went back to the party. It was when you got closer to the house that you heard your voice playing from the speakers. Everyone started clapping. Olivia and Beth rushed to your side to get you out of there. “You really are an asshole.” Beth pushed Colin away when he tried to say something to you.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Colin got in Derek’s face knowing full and well it was him.

“I believe this is your $400, sir” Colin threw the wad of cash into his face and sucker punched him.

“You’re a miserable piece of shit. Go fuck yourself.” He ran off after you. “Kit! Wait!”

“How could you? After I told you I was scared. You promised me.”

“I know. It was a stupid bet. I’m so sorry.” A bet. A fucking bet. He didn’t want you. You were crushed.

“How much was I worth? How much was my promise to my father and to God worth?”

“Kit…” He tried to reach for you but you pulled away. He stared into your red rimmed eyes unable to speak. His voice cracked, “$400. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what else I can say.” You slapped him so hard across the face his head snapped back.

Your friends got you in the car and sped away back to camp.

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Colin looked for you at breakfast the next morning. He spotted Olivia and Beth. “Where is she?”

“Fuck off, Shea.” Olivia was about to stab him with her fork.

“I texted her all night. Tried calling. I know I don’t deserve her forgiveness but that doesn’t mean I won’t try to earn it.”

Beth was the softy who believed in love stories and second chances. “She went home this morning. She was too embarrassed to come back.”

“Seriously, Shea. I hope you’re satisfied with yourself.”

“I didn’t do this!”

“So someone else took the video?!” Olivia was in his face unwilling to back down.

“How do I make this up to her?”

“You stole her virtue and it was all a big joke to you. You can’t give that back.” Fuck he hated himself.

“Text me her address!”

“What are you going to say to her?” Beth called after him.

“I don’t know. I have two hours to figure it out.”

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You pulled into town and went right to the church. Your mama was there setting up for youth group. You felt ashamed to even walk into God’s house after what you had done. You made the sign of the cross when you crossed the threshold hoping you wouldn’t burst into flames.

“Hey, mama.”

“Baby! What are you doing here?” You broke down in tears. “Oh my. What happened?” You told her the whole story. She didn’t get upset or pass judgement. She patted your back and let you speak.

“I’m sorry, mama. Are you gonna tell daddy?”

“Of course not. It’s just between me and you. And you have nothing to be sorry for. You’re a grown woman. I don’t believe in some archaic rule of waiting until marriage. You wait until you find someone who you trust and has trust in you. Did he treat you with respect while you were together?”

“Yes, mama. He was so sweet and gentle.”

“So he made a mistake under peer pressure. I’m not saying to forgive him. What he did was terrible. Boys are idiots. I’m sure he didn’t intend for this to happen. He’s just dumb.” You both laughed and you started to feel better.

You went home and finally turned on your phone. Colin must have texted you a hundred times. He begged for your understanding. Pleaded with you to at least hear him out. In the last text he said he would be at your house in thirty minutes. You checked his location and saw he was close. Shit.

You made some iced tea and sat on the porch waiting for him. He pulled in your driveway like a bat out of hell. He was trying to get out of his car so fast he didn’t unfasten his seatbelt. You couldn’t hide your amusement at the state he was in.

“Hi. Can I sit? That for me?” He pointed to the glass of tea that was sweating on the tray. He drained the glass in a big gulp. You poured him another. “Thank you. Look, Kit. I’m an idiot.”

“A big one.”

“I shouldn’t have even made that bet. It was wrong. I took advantage of your good nature and I’ll never make that mistake again. But I don’t regret what we did.”

“Neither do I. I quite enjoyed it.” You looked away to hide your smile.

“Oh yeah? Not bad for your first time.” He started to sit on the swing next to you but you gave him a pointed look so he dropped to his knees in front of you. “What can I do? How can I get back in your good graces?”

“Come to the youth group tonight. We can use a guitarist.” You went inside leaving him confused on the porch.

“And then we’ll be ok?” He yelled through the screen.

“Not even close.”

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Neither of you went back to camp. You were both humiliated. Unbeknownst to you, your mother called the camp director and had Derek and Alex fired.

For the rest of the summer, Colin followed you around like a sinner serving his penance. He helped you during the week of vacation Bible camp. He was even more adorable with younger children. He helped your father with maintenance projects around the church. You also ensured he went home every night right on time for dinner with his parents and siblings. “You can call me after you help your mother clean the kitchen.” You were going to make a respectable boy out of him yet. At the end of each day he was happily exhausted.

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The end of summer was creeping up on you. Neither of you wanted to face the fact that you’d be leaving for Texas in a few days. Two days after you leave, he’s due in Georgia. You made grandiose plans for meeting up at a halfway point in Louisiana or Alabama. Maybe go to the beach for Spring Break. That seemed so far away. Your family generally travels for Thanksgiving. His family travels during Christmas. Long distance seemed feasible in theory but not in practice. He wanted your last night to be special no matter what.

There was an old rotten gazebo down by the lake that he had spent his free time rebuilding. He strung it up with twinkling lights and put blankets down. He surprised you with a picnic of Tacobell and beer because he burnt the dinner he was trying to make. It was perfect.

You cuddled together looking at the inky night sky saying nothing and everything all at once. He hadn’t attempted to touch you at all save for a kiss on the cheek here and there. Tonight, both of you felt an electric spark passing between you. You wanted to kiss him but didn’t want to seem so eager. You laid on his chest while he rubbed circles on your back. Neither of you would be sad if it ended this way. Ever since you met all you wanted was to be close to one another.

On the other hand, you felt like you might combust if he didn’t touch you properly. He wouldn’t dare make a move without your say. You would have to be the one. You sat up and kissed him right over his heart. You felt it beating frantically against his chest.

“Thank you for tonight.”

“My pleasure. I hate this. I hate that we have to say goodbye tomorrow.”

“I know. You can always transfer. A&M is less than three hours away from TCU.”

“I could. It’s worth looking into. I’m gonna miss you so much, baby.” He let out a big sigh and pulled you closer. Your hand traced patterns on his chest then down his belly to the very obvious bulge in his pants. He sucked in a breath when you squeezed. “Kit, can I tell you something?”

“Of course.” You kept rubbing, deepening the pressure a little.

“Shit that feels good. I kept the video I took. I tried deleting it a million times but I can’t bring myself to do it. You looked so fucking beautiful falling apart on my cock. I jerk off to it every night.” His confession made you feral. You crawled between his legs and freed his aching cock from his pants. You licked a stripe up the shaft and sucked the tip making sure to gather all of the precum. He had to concentrate really hard to hold still then you took the whole burning thing in your mouth. You gagged a little, making him growl deep in his chest. “Fuck you’re so good at this.”

You let him go with a pop, “Thanks. I’ve been practicing.”

“Oh. My. God. Are you serious? You’re amazing. You gotta stop or I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

“That’s the point.” You rolled his balls in your palm and sucked him deep in your throat. Every time the tip of your nose hit his pubic bone he wanted to cry.

“Fuck I love you.” he said through gritted teeth.

You stilled your movements. “That’s the first time you ever said that to me.” You inhaled him again, hollowing your cheeks. Your mouth made lewd sloppy sounds as you sucked him harder. You felt his cock twitch and his balls tighten them, his hot spend filling your throat. He pulled you into his arms, relishing the ghost of his own release on your tongue.

“I love you too.” you said in a hoarse whisper.

You kissed with abandon. Kissed like you would never see each other again. Maybe you won't after tomorrow. You’d be a fond memory of a glorious summer where the two of you fell in love. If that was the case, Colin intended on this memory being the best you’ll ever have.

He rolled you to your back and kissed, sucked and nibbled his way down to your weeping cunt. He helped you wiggle out of your shorts and panties. You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could watch him. He laved his tongue over your lips and dipped in just a bit. Two fingers fucked you while he sucked your tiny pearl. “You’re so wet for me, little kitten. No one is around for miles. Tell me how you feel.” You moaned his name so loud you were sure God Himself heard you.

“Please fuck me. I need you, Col. Please.”

“Does my little kitten want me to fill her up? Wanna feel my cock, baby? You have to cum for me first. I’m not stopping til you do.” He slipped in a third finger and fucked in only as deep as the spongy spot inside. He curled his fingers and flicked his tongue over your clit hard. You nearly levitated.

He sat up and pulled your legs onto his shoulders. In one swift motion he was inside of you. He went painfully slow letting his cock feel every inch of you. Your walls clamped onto him tight bringing him close to the end. He didn’t want to finish. Not yet. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me when you go back to school?”

“Mmmmm. Yes, baby. Such a good girl.” His thumb circled your clit. It was excruciating.

“Gonna let anyone else touch this sweet pussy?”

“No, baby. It’s only for you. Please go faster. M’gonna cum again. Please, baby.”

“Cum for me, pretty girl.” His hips snapped, sending you over the edge. This must surely be what heaven feels like. He wasn’t far behind. You laid there panting covered in his cum. It was just about the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

You got dressed and checked the time. You had thirty more minutes until you had to head home. You held each other for as long as you could.

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The next morning he helped you pack your car. You had to hit the road to make it to school before dark. You kissed your parents goodbye promising you’d check in several times. Your mama pulled your daddy in the house to give you some privacy.

“Did you check your tire pressure? Oil’s good? Maybe I should check one more time.”

“Colin, you checked three times already. Thank you for worrying about me. I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“Me too.” You kissed one more time. “I love you, my little kitten.”

“Love you too. I’ll check in. Please extend me the same courtesy when you leave.”

“Yes, ma’am.” One more hug and then you left. He watched you go until you disappeared around the corner.

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You talked every day until midterms. The calls became less frequent. By the time Thanksgiving rolled around you were lucky if you talked once a week. You saw him for one day over Christmas break before he left for Boston to see his grandparents. You exchanged presents and made cookies. Of course, as soon as your parents went to bed, you fucked like mad in the car. Before you went back for the spring semester you ended things. It was for the best. If the two of you were meant to be, you’d find each other again. You promised to stay friends which you did. He talked you off a cliff when you were struggling through finals. And, for years out of habit, you would text him any time you were out to let him know you made it home safely.

Things sort of dissipated after a while. He stopped going home over the summer. Your visits were shorter and shorter. On one such visit, his parents stopped you after church to say hello.

“Hi Mr. and Mrs.Shea. So good to see you. How is everyone?” His mother gave you a knowing smile. You were only interested in one family member.

“Doing well. Colin is graduating in a few weeks. He asks about you all the time. You should call him.” Your cheeks flushed. She patted your hand. “He’s never stopped thinking about you.” You kissed them both and pulled out your phone to do as she suggested. It took a few hours but he finally texted you back an emoji. The flutter in your heart died down and you decided to finally move on.

After his graduation, Colin took a job at an architectural firm in Boston. You finished a semester early and started nursing school in New Orleans. You started dating a really sweet guy. Every time you posted a picture of the two of you, Colin liked it. Once he sent you a DM just to say “You look great, Kit. So happy for you. Hope you’re doing well.” It was sweet that he reached out. You were on his mind a lot more than he’d care to admit. Just like he was always sort of with you.

It wasn’t long before he announced his engagement via Instagram. You were crazy happy for him. She looked like a nice girl. Turns out your hard work paid off and you did make him a respectable guy.

You graduated and stayed in New Orleans working as a NICU nurse. Mardi Gras rolled around and you were out with friends when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Kit?!” It was like seeing a ghost.

“Is that Colin Shea? What are you doing here?” He bear hugged you.

“I’ve never been to Mardi Gras. This is nuts. Your mom said you live down here?”

“Yeah. A few years now.” You glanced at his finger and didn’t see a ring. “How’s Boston? I saw you were engaged. Congratulations by the way.”

“Thanks. Boston’s cold. Was. Past tense. As in we broke up.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“You should be. It’s your fault.”

“My fault?! What did I do?”

“You ruined me for all other women. I didn’t come down here for vacation. I went home for a few days. My younger sister got married. Anyway, I ran into your parents. We got to talking and your mother convinced me to find you. Your Instagram stories lead me here. Please tell me you’re single.”

All the years you had Colin tucked inside your heart, you were in his too. His former fiance was a perfectly nice girl. She came from a nice family. Something was missing from her and every other girl he dated. None of them had a heart as big as yours. For a long time he tried to forget you. Pining after you all these years was ridiculous. Turns out, when you give your heart to someone for the first time, there’s a part of you that stays connected. And, for better or worse, that invisible string is always there guiding you through new relationships, reminding you about who you were when you were with that person. You learn from the past. Colin learned that you were the only future he had ever wanted. And.this time the string guided you back together.

“She may as well be a nun!” Your friend Betsy hollered across the balcony.

“You ruined me too. How long are you in town?” Tears formed in your eyes.

“Until Thursday.” He bit his lip saying a silent payer that you’d at least spend a few days with him.

“You still a good kisser?” His face split from worry to relief.

“I think so.”

“Well you’ve seen Mardi Gras. Let’s go back to my house. I’ll cook you dinner.” You took his hand and led him home where he would be happy to stay for the rest of his life.

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ROOMMATES • Part 9

Divergent • College AU • Eric x Reader

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You escaped your current living situation by moving in with your friend Christina – and five other college students. Little did you know that one of them was the guy who was your ultimate pain in the neck since your first semester. Now, you had to find a way to not strangle him in his sleep out of pure frustration. Also, you had to find a way to get rid of those weird butterfly feelings for him that slowly grew in your stomach.

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The enemies to lovers story no one needed.

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Waking up the next morning, you didn’t immediately realise in what bed you had slept. You had to turn around for a couple of times to notice the first foreign but very captivating scent. That smell had evolved to be your favorite sent over the last couple of weeks. Eric.

You opened your eyes. Stared at the wall, the wrong side of the wall. Eric’s bed. It was his bed you had slept in. You turned around and were glad he wasn’t there. By the way you were wrapped up in his blanket and totally claimed it as yours, he might just surrendered to losing his territory and went to sleep in your bed instead. Your feet tried to kick yourself free and stopped for a moment before you got out of Eric’s bed.

He held your hand as if his life depended on it. He didn’t do anything else and he didn’t say a word. All he did was grab onto it, brush your thumb and lay next to you for the time it took you to fall asleep.

With a smile on your lips you stood up, carefully opened the door a crack and observed the hallway. Clear air, so you rushed to your room. Your bed was empty. The new semester only started next week so he couldn’t be in class – where was he?

You changed into new clothes, took care of your morning routine and couldn’t stop thinking about where Eric had vanished to when you sat down at the dining table. All of your roommates were still gathered there and enjoyed their bowls of cereal.

„Are you ready for our beach day, Y/N?“ Uriah flopped down in the chair across from yours, which felt incredibly wrong because it was Eric’s spot.

You still returned his smile and asked what he meant.

„We just decided today is the day! After we didn’t manage it all summer to have a day at the beach, we wanna use the perfect weather today. Are you coming?“ You vaguely remembered Tris suggesting a day at the beach with all roommates. And that everyone was all for it – except you, which you didn’t express in words to them. Nothing had changed about that, though.

Uriah was smiling so brightly at you and the fun you possibly would have with them made you nod. „Sure, I’ll come.“

„We are all going,“ Uriah sang and darted into his room.

You didn’t want to reveal yourself by asking if ‚all‘ included Eric who wasn’t there right now. You also didn’t stand not knowing, so instead of asking them you texted Eric if he would be coming to the beach gathering as well.

He replied a minute later.

You bet your ass

The memory of your hand in his shortly banned the beach situation. And a being half naked in a bikini situation. Until Christina threw an orange skin at you to get your attention.

„Y/N, pack your swimming stuff, we’re heading off in fifteen.“ She pushed her chair under the table and left for her and Will’s room as well. Swimming. You abandoned your cereal bowl and followed after her, asking Will to give you a minute alone with Christina in their room. He left with a smile.

„What’s up?“ She asked while rummaging through her closet.

„I…“, you started but nothing else came out. You were nervous, could feel sweat building on your forehead. You hadn’t been swimming nor showed yourself in a bikini publicly since that specific night had happened.

Christina stopped searching and turned to you. When she saw you fumbling with your trembling fingers, she came over. „Are you okay?“

„There’s a lot you don’t know yet.“

„That’s okay, you don’t know everything about me either. What’s wrong?“

You shook your head. It had took you months to take off your shirt in front of Peter. It was strange that you had been mentally more ready to sleep with him than reveal your chest. That came long after. You had always kept a shirt on until you pushed yourself to ignore the insecurities one day. Logically, the thought of having sex with someone must’ve disturbed you more than getting naked. In reality that just hadn’t been the case. Revealing your torso had been the hardest thing ever. Because it showed everyone who saw it, if you wanted or not, that something had happened. And you found that not every random stranger deserved a look or even an explanation to your past.

Christina carefully shook you with a hand on your shoulder to get your attention once more. You had drifted off.

„Insecurities,“ you just said. Pushing out the thoughts running through your mind was impossible.

„Do you even have a bikini?“

You shook your head under her stare. Chris went back to her closet and fished a simple, black bikini out. „There you go,“ she shoved it in your hands. „And remember: every body is a beach body.“

Her efforts of easing your ‚insecurities‘ were sweet. You just wished you had the guts to tell her here and there that it was little bit more than ‚just’ those stupid body issues a woman was facing nowadays. With a smile you left for your room and stared at the bikini in your hands.

There was no way you would actually dress down to that thing at the beach. Just for the worst case scenario, to be prepared if shit would go down, you pulled on the bikini under your clothes. Maybe you would get away with just sitting at the beach or only going in the water with your feet. But if one of your roommates would drown and you were the only person left at the beach to help them not to, you would thank yourself for being able to shed your normal clothes and make it faster to them with proper swimwear.

You shoved some other necessities and a big towel to sit on in your backpack and waited in the living area for everyone to head out. The tension subsided once you sat next to Uriah in Christina’s backseat and her car started on the way to the beach. Will was next to her in the passenger seat and Tris and Four were taking Four’s car.

Will mentioned that Eric let him know he had gotten all the things and was waiting at the beach already. When you arrived there you knew what he meant. Eric had rammed a sun umbrella into the sand, a very crooked one, it looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. He had spread a couple of blankets and a barbecue grill, along with a big cooler was placed next to it.

„You, Eric, are my favorite person of all times,“ Uriah shouted when you got to the blankets. He was almost jumping up and down in excitement.

Eric’s eyes were glued on you, yours on his. You looked down at his hand you held for who knew how long last night. He only smiled when he noticed your stare and waved at you.

Chris and Tris dragged you down to the blankets, between them. They ordered Eric to get some beer out of the cooler and he did as he was told. When everyone was served a can and had opened it, Christina got to her feet for a toast. „I would like to make a toast to our new-not-so-new-anymore roommate, Y/N. Thank you for always paying your rent on time and your future help with my statistics class as soon as the new semester starts.“

You laughed at her, with her. She was the purest friend you ever had.

„To Y/N,“ everyone repeated and, with some burning cheeks, you toasted with them and then downed your beer in one long go. It didn’t do much for the nervousness that had come back as soon as you stepped out of the car.

„Cool,“ Christina said. „Now, let’s go swimming.“ She beamed at Tris and pulled both of you to your feet.

No. You watched them get out of their clothes so carelessly. They stripped down to their bikinis and you… you just froze. Your arms were pressed to your sides, your eyes were staring right through them. You were probably looking like a complete fool. You were a fool. You were–

„Y/N?“

„I can’t,“ you almost shouted it out only to cover your mouth right after, startled by your own voice.

„The water is warm. You have a body, so you also have a beach body. It’s just us. We won’t judge, you know that.“ Tris was once again extremely sensitive and that made you realise that not only Chris had become a very good friend but Tris as well.

„That’s not it,“ you bit your lip. You shut your eyes. You were only facing them, the guys sitting behind you. You were nervous. Were they listening in on the situation? Was Eric? Or were they drinking their beer, not even caring? Would Tris and Christina back down and just let you sit there at the beach – in your clothes? Probably not, but they would understand if you tried explaining, right? „There is something on my chest.“

„Two boobs,“ Chris tried to loosen the situation which actually caught you off guard and made you chuckle. It relaxed you a little.

„Yeah but no. Everyone who sees it would have a million questions about it and I don’t want to answer them.“

„Then we don’t ask questions.“ Christina stated that as a fact.

You were stepping on your spot, your palms sweaty and your ears didn’t hear the chatting of the guys anymore. They had caught up on your exchange. Gladly, they were facing your back.

„Come on, Y/N. Make yourself free,“ Tris started to cheer you on.

„Have fun with us in the water,“ Chris joined in.

They were both starting to jump a little and then made you dance with them to no music. They were jumping up and down, ignoring the stares from people around you. They just didn’t care for them. Your friends were beaming at you, they made you feel comfortable and save within their presence. And you allowed yourself to let loose instead of forcing yourself.

They boosted your confidence with their own insouciance so much that you stopped caring for what ifs or who could hear your words or see your chest. Since that one night you had managed to accomplish so much. Nothing had held you back, no flashbacks, no pleads to stay in Florida, no people – even though that had took some time. This stupid scar on your chest shouldn’t either. Not anymore. The world was yours and you were perfectly unperfect, just like everyone else. And today, you wanted to have fun.

„Fuck it.“

Within a few seconds you peeled yourself out of your shorts first and then lifted the hem of your shirt over your head. You tried to do it fast so you wouldn’t backpedal. Your breathing stopped when Tris and Christina stopped dancing around you.

They stared right at the big scar on your sternum. They saw it. It possibly caused them to think all the terrible things people would think when seeing such a poorly healed, hypertrophic scar. And they smiled. They smiled at you with the biggest of smiles in the smile-universe. They didn’t question it, just as Chris had said.

Christina cupped your face to make sure that this time she had your full attention. „You, Y/N, are the most beautiful human bean on this planet.“ She gave you a tickling kiss on the tip of your nose and then dragged you, together with Tris, down to the water.

And you had fun. FUN. So much fun in the water. You splashed the water around you, were a kid again for ten minutes and tried to push all the waves to your friends. You dove under the surface just like the penguins you had observed with Eric at the zoo. Christina and Tris made you float with them, pushed you under and then surrendered when you threatened to do the same with them.

Letting loose felt incredible. Would have you expected to do so this morning? No. Did you want to do it more often now? Absolutely.

The water was filling your ears, drowning out all the people sounds as you floated on the surface. The sun kissed your skin, lit up every cell of your body and made you live.

Sometimes, when doing things that seemed so big, so scary, and then successfully accomplishing them, your brain couldn’t recall anymore why it had been so hard in the first place. Like all the reasons that had prevented you from doing the thing were suddenly not seizable anymore. Puffed into thin air. Sometimes, it would be really helpful to get to that realisation before the thing you were so scared of held you back from simple joys such as swimming in the water.

Eventually, you got out of the water with Christina and Tris. You rushed after them to the roommate gathering and grabbed the towel from your backpack to dry your hair some. Within that movement you caught someones eyes.

He stared at your chest, his expression totally unreadable, and his eyes found yours. You delicately wrapped the towel around your shoulders to hide your chest. Eric’s glance was so demanding that you just couldn’t sit down. A million questions were popping up in his eyes and you were close to feeling uncomfortable again but then you decided not to be. You just decided. You found out that you could decide how to feel. And then you smiled because today you had learned more than one lesson. When Eric smiled back, you finally sat down and enjoyed being at this beach.

You decided to shed your insecurities for today and breathed the sea breeze as if it was Florida air and that night had never happened.

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A delicious barbecue, a lot of swimming and a couple of beers later, the sun slowly began to set. The roommate gathering collectively decided to break it off and head home for a good old living area bender.

„I’ll ride with Eric,“ Uriah stated and was almost at his car.

Eric was packing things up in his trunk and shook his head. „Sorry, but my passenger seat belongs to Y/N.“

„Okayyyy.“ Uriah turned around to you and smiled mischievously.

You shut your eyes in embarrassment of your other roommates stares. No problem, you told yourself, took a deep breath and quickly got into Eric’s passenger seat. He came to sit next to you a second later. „What are you waiting for then?“ You gestured to his steering wheel. „Drive.“

And so he did. He pulled out of the parking lot and started on the way home. You just didn’t get far. You got stuck in traffic pretty soon, unable to drive around, turn to a side or reverse. Cars were everywhere and… oranges on the ground. Oranges were everywhere. For a second, just to make sure this was not an option, you looked up at the sky to see if there was an odd occasion of orange hail. That was not the case, though. A big truck was blocking the street way ahead of you – that must’ve been the orange source.

You heard some smacking to your right. When you turned, you saw Eric peeling a big orange and shoving one piece after another in his mouth. „'ant one?“ His question was mumbled with all of the orange slices bloating up his cheeks.

The sight made you laugh and for a second you wondered if it was stealing that Eric had picked the orange from the street. But then you just shrugged, reached out and got a piece yourself.

He tossed the skin out of the window and turned the radio on. Only bullshit music on, so he turned it off again after thirty seconds. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel, you pulled your bare feet up to the dashboard and rolled your window down and up and down and up and down.

„Do you think this will take long?“ You were maybe stuck for five minutes only and your patience was wearing thin already.

„I don’t know.“ Eric’s patience didn’t seem to the best as well. He rested his head against the steering wheel. Before your hand could develop a mind of its own and reach for Eric’s, he sat up and looked at you with an Eureka expression. „Truth or dare?“

„You’re first,“ you immediately replied, thankful to be able to do something, only to realise a second later that playing truth or dare with Eric probably wasn’t the best idea.

„Dare,“ he chose.

It might wasn’t the best idea but you could at least make it as hard as possible. „Touch your elbow with your tongue.“

„Y/N,“ Eric gasped but this time it was real consternation. „That is anatomically impossible.“

You winked. „I know. Point for me.“

„So we’re cheating? Fine. Truth or dare?“ He turned in the drivers seat and rested his back on the door, but not without taking an attempt to touch his elbow with the tip of his tongue. Just to make sure it was really impossible.

„Dare,“ you said unafraid but still a little distracted by watching his tongue.

A devilish grin spread on his face in the sunset glow. Holy shit did he look pretty. „Compliment the most handsome person you see,“ Eric said as if he had read your thoughts. He even pointed at his own chest, to make you laugh.

You had no oomph to make it an easy win for him – or to admit how attractive he was. There were a lot of people around, you were stuck in a damn traffic jam. A deep laugh escaped your body.

„Watch this,“ you pushed out between laughs, rolled down your window and waved to a guy in the car next to Eric’s. He rolled down his window as well, when he saw you waving at him. With full volume you shouted over: „Just wanted to let you know that your tires are sick!“ You pointed at them and he just nodded with a knowing smile.

The whole car started shaking with the fit of laughter you had sent Eric in. His voice was roaring in your ears and it activated those butterflies in your stomach again. It made you feel warm, so warm that you couldn’t stop smiling anymore. „Two points for me I think,“ you stated already in triumph because this game was all yours to win. „Truth or dare? Or are you giving up already?“

„Never!“ A hand clasped onto his belly to stop the pain in his muscles the laughing must’ve caused. „Truth then.“ He leaned closer instead of back against the door again.

That was your chance. „Why did you take those classes, Eric.“ You didn’t form the question with a question mark at the end. You wanted to know, your face serious, and this time he couldn’t just brush it off. „And don’t lie! Truth or dare rules apply.“

His cheerful mood dropped within a second, reflecting your own seriousness. „I first took them with the thought of possibly solving some of the problems I was facing. I knew there had been more strategies than only the medical way. And then I saw you.“ His eyes locked with yours. In the setting sunlight they almost seemed to glow just like his skin. He was orange like the fruits on the asphalt. He was beaming and it made you nervous but for once it was the good, anticipating nervousness. „You initiated all of those mind-blowing debates and no-one seemed to fully understand on what level they were on. Your cleverness slipped over all of their heads and I couldn’t let that continue. And I enjoyed it thoroughly to debate with you. So there was no way I could stay away for long. Even after I had found a good amount of knowledge in that classes that helped me with my project.“

Your throat went dry with his words and the way his glance softened but also got more intense. The butterflies collected around your heart, made it speed up. „And why always pissing me off?“

Eric leaned a little closer once more and flashed a grin. „You’re cute when you get angry at me.“ Fuck. The butterflies made your heart stop because they ripped it right out of your chest and placed it in front of Eric. But he didn’t seem to notice or decided not to pick it up.

Eric tried to break that tense moment but not your eye contact. „Truth or dare, Y/N?“ He asked and you didn’t care for winning this lethal game anymore, yet you answered.

„Truth.“

„What happened?“ Two words from his lips and all the remaining, unsaid words were provided by his eyes.

„My scar?“ You had to make sure that this time, you were reading him right. He nodded.

That liberating feeling you had felt at the beach today suddenly flooded through your veins again. Somehow letting loose had been the key. „Life isn’t always sunshine and rainbows.“ Even though you decided to tell Eric and that his reaction or questions couldn’t throw you out of track, you still closed your eyes for a moment. His stares were intense but so where the nearing flashbacks that came with the words which would describe how you got that scar.

Before you opened your eyes you heard the seat’s leather squeak when Eric moved. He had gotten, again, closer and would’ve been able to close the gap between your sides if he moved another inch in your direction. He didn’t close it and you just looked back in his eyes. The way he was talking about his past in the zoo came back to your mind and it eased you in opening up about yours. „Life is harsh. And people are not nice all the time. People can get very angry at times when they don’t get what they want.“ Instead of pictures before your eyes from that night, this threatening feeling of being hunted creeped in your muscles. You decided to ignore it, to be stronger than that feeling because it was only a memory. And a memory wasn’t the actual thing itself.

You sighed. „Someone wanted something and I didn’t want to give it to them. They decided that my rejection was unforgivable. That it justified hurting me.“ You didn’t see that disgusting smile in front of your eyes but you could hear the bewildered cursing. For a second you smiled at Eric but you didn’t know if you did in sadness or relief. „Turned out they only knew very little about the human anatomy. I don’t recommend stabbing someone into the sternum from above. It won’t work out too well because the blade gets stuck and you get caught and you have to face more than a bloody rejection.“

For a while it was quiet. The cars around you didn’t move, just like you in your seat. Or Eric. His hand was close to grab yours but instead of doing so you heard him speak.

„Can I see it again?“

„I’m not gonna undress in front of you,“ you whispered – in real consternation.

„Please, Y/N.“ He was super serious. Eric had never been so serious. Ever. „I need to see it from a doctors point of view.“

„You are no doctor yet.“

His frustrated groan made you think over and over why it was so important for him. It was okay that he didn’t respond anything to your story. To be honest you hadn’t expected a response because what should someone say to this? Maybe ‚glad that bastard got what he fucking deserved‘?

Eric didn’t stop rubbing his face and seemed more agitated than you were. „Damn, fine,“ you exclaimed. With a quick look out of the windows you checked the people around you. No-one in the other cars cared what happened in this specific car. You pulled down the collar of your shirt to reveal the scar. The fabric was tight when you held it down because you never wore shirts or tops with a deep cleavage.

He observed the big scar that looked more like splash of paint instead of a blade wound. It wasn’t uncomfortable to reveal it as you imagined it would be. It was… natural. Eric looked at it from different angles and was suddenly startled by himself when he realised he had almost touched it without your consent. He quickly removed his hand as you let go of your collar and the shirt went back into its original shape.

„I mean…,“ he started and it took a few more seconds for his eyes to divert from your shirt to your own eyes. „Christina was absolutely right, you know.“

„With what?“

„That you are the most beautiful human being on this planet.“

That was the exact moment when you felt your body spiralling out of control and leaning in. You leaned in. To kiss him. Your body got closer to his, closed the gap Eric had left. Probably for you to decide if you wanted or hated it being there. Your heart deafened your hearing. You couldn’t hear bis breathing, when his nose touched yours. You only heard: „No. Stop it.“

„I didn’t start,“ Eric whispered, not moving away from your face.

It had been your own voice that told you to fucking stop yourself. „I know. I’m talking to myself, Eric.“ Still, you lingered exactly where you were. You just couldn’t remove yourself.

Eric swallowed and bit down on his lip. His head was micro-shaking. „I’m not gonna kiss you if you don’t want me too.“ He swallowed again. It must’ve taken him all of the self-control someone could muster up. You sensed his hands clenched into fists, still he didn’t move away yet to relieve the pressure he was under. For you it wasn’t any different, though. He was being so damn understanding that your heart wanted to explode in your chest. And still something held you back.

What was holding you back? You couldn’t grab it. Was it the time you still needed? No, you didn’t need more time. Was it the insecurities? No, he accepted you they way you were and not even your dumb, always misunderstanding brain could believe anymore that Eric didn’t care for you in some sort of way. Was it the fear of falling for him, right into him like that meteor, that let dinosaurs die out by falling down to the earth? Because you knew deep down that falling for Eric would be just like that. It would have such an impact on you that you would still feel it fifty years later. You didn’t know if you were ready for that.

You didn’t know if you could fall for someone again only to find out that you weren’t meant to be with them.

You couldn’t kiss him.

You ripped yourself from him, crashed back into the passengers door and breathed in deeply because you hadn’t done that in over a minute. You stared at him, could feel the tears burn in your eyes and felt so, so incredibly dumb.

Self-protection was one thing but this was close to the border of self-destruction. And you couldn’t escape it. You were stuck with Eric in this car, in a stupid orange jam and all you wanted to do was kiss him but the sheer thought of loving someone again freaked you out to the point where your brain won the fight over your feelings. And it left you sitting in his passenger seat with a burning face and your nails digging into the palm of your hands.

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pairing: na jaemin x reader genre: fluff words: 2.2k a/n: hello!!! this is my first piece of writing in a very long time, so apologies if its all over the place/makes no sense!!! obviously this is all a work of fiction, disclaimer, blablabla, idk what i’m doing i just wanted to write drabbles about nct lmao, so with that being said!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do you trust me?”

You roll your eyes in the direction of your coworker, Jaemin, who was sitting across from you in the fluorescent lit break room located just behind Splash Mountain’s gift shop and exit. The two of you were part of the massive workforce of college aged youth that Disney recruited every year to staff their theme parks and resorts. While you weren’t initially thrilled with your role as a custodian, you learned to appreciate its quirks - and that included the unique cast of characters otherwise known as your coworkers. From the full-timers that did their best to ignore your presence, knowing another semester would just bring a fresh wave of new faces, to your fellow program cohorts - Jaemin being one of them.

Assuming he was just quoting Aladdin at you, you offer no response to Jaemin’s initial query and continue scrolling through your phone, shoveling the few remaining cheese crackers from the nearby vending machine down your throat, intending on savoring the remaining minutes of your last break for the evening.

Your thoughts wandered back to your fellow cast members. There was Daehwi, sheltered and away from home for the first time, affectionately nicknamed ‘baby’ by everyone he befriended. Wendy, with her melodic voice and cheerful disposition, eager to break into song at a moments notice. Lucas, who might’ve come to Florida to party first, but worked equally hard. Hani, who arrived a few weeks after you, always the first to come help when you radio that your restroom has overflowed, again. Even Jinho, who had initially fooled you with his youthful looks before revealing this was his third time through the program, had somehow wormed his way into your heart. But nobody had been as captivating as Jaemin. When you first met him in passing in the cramped break room, you were convinced casting had made a mistake, that he was lost on his way to costuming for entertainment. He certainly looked like a prince - perfectly straight teeth, boyishly handsome good looks. A few days later he was assigned to clean the same bathrooms as you - “bathroom buddies” as everyone affectionately would call the practice. There, in the shared stockrooms, you learned who Jaemin was beyond his beautiful face - how his friends back home called him Nana, that he was studying photography in college, that he was an only child, a helluva flirt. Even your music tastes were similar, a fact you discovered on one of the many cramped, late night bus rides back to program housing where the two of you stood packed shoulder to shoulder, like sardines in a can. Jaemin interacted with guests both young and young at heart with an effortless charm and grace. Your managers loved him immediately, and before you knew it, you found yourself incredibly enamored with him too.

It wasn’t until his hand suddenly broke through your field of vision, blocking sight of your phone, that you realized Jaemin had stood up and was now standing directly in front of you. His head covered the harshest of the overhead lights, casting a soft halo glow around his black, messy hair and broad shoulders. He smiles down at you, innocently, and you feel your heartbeat accelerate when your eyes meet his own.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, again. This time, without thought, you place your hand firmly in his.

******

Jaemin leads you out of the blinding light of the break room silently, into the dark of the early winter evening. Eyes still adjusting, you follow behind him, thankful that your corner of the park was mostly deserted - Splash Mountain still closed for the season, only a few stragglers were coming and going to use the restroom in the area. You vaguely remember that Jaemin had been assigned a nearby zone to clean that evening - which was it again…?

He leads you up a flight up stairs, then, and that’s when it hits you. Train Zone. The Frontierland Railroad Station. It was an easy zone to clean, as the railroad shut down early each night before the fireworks display. Gathering the trash in an empty zone like this was a godsend, especially when compared to the other ride queues you had to clean, oftentimes fighting constant guest traffic like a fish swimming upstream.

Lost in your thoughts, you follow behind Jaemin as he completes his task diligently, making sure each trash can within the train station is empty and re-bagged for the next morning. It had been a few days since the two of you had worked in neighboring areas, and you often found yourself tongue tied when around him. The background music loop of Frontierland was noticeably absent, the speakers within the station shut off for the night. This led to Jaemin singing nonsense songs while tying up trash bags and wiping down surfaces, dancing lightly on his feet.

Turkey leg-g-g

At the train

D-d-d-driving me insane~

All you could do was laugh at his antics, and before you knew it, the nearby banana boat parked at the exit ramp was full of trash bags. Satisfied with the results of your hard work, you were about to begin the walk to backstage, where the dumpsters were located, when Jaemin turned about face, walking instead towards the train station.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, not wanting to shout but needing to stress your confusion at his actions. Jaemin stops at the gate, unlatches it, before turning around, beckoning you over with a smile.

“I asked you if you trusted me, didn’t I?” his voice low in your ear upon your arrival at his side, banana boat now parked safely out of any guest traffic. Jaemin unlocks the gate for you, both of you falling silent on your walk back up into the depths of the train station - no more cute, silly songs spilling from his lips.

“Are you sure we aren’t going to get caught?” your voice carries louder than intended across the empty room as you go through the turnstile, and you wince.

Jaemin’s boisterous laugh took you by surprise, followed a moment later by his hand ruffling the top of your head, messing up your hair. As if to say, foolish.

“Getting the trash from up here is technically our responsibility. So what if it took us a little long?”

He was right - the best part of your job was the agency it provided. Sure, you were cleaning up garbage and bathrooms and vomit, but you could walk around freely. Explore hidden corners and crevices of the park. You knew all too well the allures of the shared hallway between the Frontierland restrooms, the stock closet next to the Veranda breezeway, the dumpster behind the Haunted Mansion - places the rest of your desperately horny coworkers had used to hook up in weeks prior. As you follow Jaemin around a corner towards the front of the station, through an open passageway, you wonder if that’s what he has in mind. That is, until you see the view in front of you.

Jaemin had led you to a small balcony that overlooked the whole expanse of Frontierland. From above you could spot guests walking about the park to and fro, the Rivers of America flowing gently behind them in the distance. Bits and pieces of Cinderella’s Castle were visible through the tree line, shining bright in multicolor as the nightly projection show proceeded to play.

“Jaem, it’s….”

“Nice, isn’t it?” He finishes your thought for you, his hand brushing over the staged decorations of fake barrels and crates against the wall of the balcony that seemed perfect to sit upon. Moments later, Jaemin plops down with a satisfied smile on his face and pats the space beside him, silently asking you to join him.

“Nice is an understatement” you offer in reply. A small laugh leaves his lips, a breeze rolls through. For just a moment, it is quiet and still.

“I’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while, but the stars just never aligned right until tonight.”

“You mean, the computer system that automates scheduling and staffing didn’t randomly place us in neighboring areas of the park until to-” Jaemin’s stiff elbow into your side lets you know to drop the wit. That you could do, but a question lingered in your mind, still, and you did have to voice your sole concern.

“How do you not get caught up here?”

Jaemin turns around, points to the solitary light on the balcony, and it’s then that you notice the bulb is off. You might feel exposed looking down upon everyone, but quickly realize that nobody is looking up at the closed train station - let alone looking for two cast members in white uniforms in the dark, goofing off on a weeknight.

Fooling around…

You were thankful for the cover of darkness in that moment, as you felt your cheeks turn crimson at the thought. Being alone, with Jaemin, this close, in the dark...This all seemed very sudden, despite everyone knowing about your big crush on Nana - he had to know too?

“So,” Jaemin’s voice cuts through your ever-racing thoughts, and your chest goes cold. “A little birdie told me there’s something you really, really like…”

If jumping off the balcony was a safe option, in that moment, you would’ve taken it. A confirmation of your worst fears - that Jaemin was aware of your ridiculous, schoolgirl like crush on him. You are speechless, sunken, pulse racing, and terrified.

Without the usual cue of area music, caught up in the last hour, you had missed your usual clues. A loud boom caused you to jump in your seat, out of your brain, head immediately turning towards Jaemin - only to make eye contact with him, bright lights reflecting off the surface, who smiles and motions for you to turn around. Of course.

If you were known for one thing amongst your cohorts, it was that you loved fireworks. Even on the most hectic of nights you found a way to make sure you were outside during the nightly display, never taking for granted that you were being paid to watch the sky light up in time to music. You had your favorite spots to watch from, but had never once considered the train station. From the corner of Frontierland, it felt like the fireworks were almost on top of you - cascading down upon Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, the expanse of empty night sky providing the perfect canvas. As the speakers above you were silent, there was no accompanying soundtrack, but it didn’t matter - you knew the whole show by heart. You were unaware of how long your mouth had been hanging open in blissful, childlike wonder, only noticing when Jaemin gently pressed his finger up against your chin, closing the space between your upper and lower lip through simple momentum. Moments later, his hand brushed over yours, testing the waters, and finding no complaint, interlocked his fingers with yours, and gravity pulls your head to his shoulder. A soft, steady hum leaves his lips, as you settle into this newfound bliss.

The rest of the fireworks show plays out in front of the two of you - two white ghosts in a dark shadow, illuminated by glowing streaks and bursts of color from the night sky. You’re working at the most magical place on earth, sure, but this felt like the most magical moment of your life.

Before you know it, the sky calms again, signaling the end of the show. You remain frozen for a moment, not wanting to leave. When you finally stand back up, awkwardly untangling yourself from Jaemin’s frame in a rushed manner, you can almost feel yourself floating back down to the ground, back to reality. Jaemin, your co-worker, Jaemin the flirt. He brought you up here just to watch the fireworks after all. Had you been a bit more outgoing, a bit less awkward, maybe...

Taking a few steps towards the entryway, a sudden hand on your wrist pulls you against the wall - thankfully, out of sight of any guests, but now engulfing your entire body in shadow. And it’s here in the darkness that Jaemin’s hand releases itself from your wrist, finds its way up to your cheek. Here, he leans in and kisses you - pressing his chapped lips against yours gently, but with enough intent and purpose that you swear you were seeing stars after a few moments. It doesn’t last long, as all fairytales would tell you. When you part, Jaemin rests his forehead against yours, both slightly damp from the Florida humidity, and you can feel him smile against you, somehow breathless, letting out a low chuckle, before asking,

“Did you think I was talking about the fireworks?”

[mackeydoodledoo]

I Only Swim Free: Chapter 6

Pairing: Bela Dimitrescu x (Fem!)Reader

Summary: You’ve done swimming all your life. You’ve gotten to your dream college on a scholarship for your outstanding freestyle technique back in high school. Relationships never crossed your mind however, that was before you met your swim team captain: Bela Dimitrescu.

Warning: None for this Final Chapter!

A/N: I thought I was going to make this series longer, but I decided to end it here! But, I might make some smaller stories branching off from this series if you guys are interested in that! But, thanks for enjoying this series!

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As you stepped through the locker room doors, you were face to face with many people you weren’t familiar with. However, you immediately spotted Dean Dimitrescu, Cassandra, Daniela and your folks.

“Now, we would like to welcome Dimitrescu University Women’s Swim and Dive Team!” The announcer announces through a P.A Box

Aside from the cheering ringing into your ears, you also felt your heartbeat; not only in your chest but also in your ears. You often don’t enjoy that however, it being your first College state finals, you both felt the emotions of happiness and anxiety.

“First up is the 200 m Freestyle Event!” The announcer blurts out

You strip off your swim team jacket and hand id to Bela as you put on your goggles, the back straps hitting the back of your wrapped head as you step up onto the block.

“Take your Marks,” A referee announces

Lifting your bottom into the air, you use as much force to leap into the water when you hear a ‘beep’ go off in the arena. Like the watching your first initiation on your first day on the swim team, Bela watches your muscles flex every time they broke the surface of the water. From under the water, you could hear the cheers of your teammates and everyone around you. However, you begin drowning them out unconsciously.

What’s going on?... Why can’t I... Hear them?

When your fingers dive back under the water, you could feel a current ‘splitting’ between your arm. You remembered that feeling, when you went to the beach for the first time in your life when you were 5. Of course, you were in the shallow end but, you experimented the same thing you had just done with your arm.

Everything’s... Peaceful.

You weren’t sure what had happened in the last several laps however, when you spread your fingers to touch the wall of the pool, you, again felt the same current you felt when you were 5. You lift your head out of the water and look up at the time board, Dimitrescu Swim team came first.. You could hear Cassandra, Daniela, your folks and your team cheer for you as Bela helps you out of the water. You looked up at the time board again and noticed you were a whole two seconds ahead.

“How did you do that?!” Bela asks

“I don’t know...” You say, but still smiling

You watch the other events go down and you do a couple of other Freestyle events. It came to Bela’s Butterfly event, you we’re basically on the sidelines, hoping to get the best out of watching Bela. 

“Take your marks,” The referee announces

Once the usual ‘beep’ echoes through the arena, you watch Bela’s form dive into the water like the graceful woman she is. You cheer her on like the rest of your teammates but you also watch her back muscles flex as she breaks the surface of the water to breathe and propel herself through. However, you look at another team’s butterfly swimmer and they’re gaining on Bela. They manage to pass her as she smirked at Bela.

“You got this Bela!” Your scream of encouragement echoes through the arena

She seemed to have heard you as she began to pick up her pace, Like a butterfly in the wind, Bela turns the round and begins feeling the water ‘fly’ past her. 

Why do I feel like I’m flying all of a sudden? Where’s everybody?

Just as Bela’s palm hits the end of the wall, she looks at the time board for her event; she was also two second ahead of everyone else.

“Bela!” You scream happily for her, running over to her to help her out of the water

“How did you do that?!” You ask her this time

“I have no idea,” Bela gives the same answer as you do

You and Bela decided to have some alone time while your diving team was going on.

“So, let me get something clear,” You start, “You felt like you were flying as you felt the current of the water become wind-like?”

Bela nods, “likewise with the way you were swimming in your event, you felt actual water currents?”

You nod, “I just feel so at peace with water and when I’d feel a current, I have a tendency to swim faster, against or with the current.”

“You sound like a fish,” Bela teases you

“A fish you fell in love with,” You tease back

Bela leans over and places a few fingers under your chin to lift your lips up to hers. The both of you share a small kiss before the both of you hear knocking.

“You two, it’s time for the final event!” Your guide calls

Bela exits the door first, with you in tow.

“Show e a sight I’ve never seen before,” Bela teases you one last time

As your heart races, you see the first two teammates ahead of you. You were going last. You watch your backstroke swimmer plop into the water to grip onto the bottom of the block to prep her backstroke. 

“Take your marks!” the referee announces

They all lift themselves slightly; arching their backs like perfect arches at a museum, diving into the water. Your breast stroke swimmer preps herself onto the block, taking her mark; leaping when she touched the wall. You watch Bela prep for her butterfly however, he turns to look back at you and you swore your heart skipped a beat, again.

“Go captain!” You cheer her on when Bela leaps for the butterfly

You take your mark on the block, prepping for your freestyle. You take a big inhale, holding it.

“Go y/n!” Bela’s head emerges from the water

To her, you became a dolphin. You swam a whole lot faster than at practice or other meets. 

“Captain you need to get out,” Her teammate says

Bela snaps out of her daze when she notices you rounding the corner. You feel the similar current between your fingers and you begin feeling the current beginning to drag you behind. However, you begin flexing your muscles to push yourself even further.

“Go Y/N!” Bela and your team cheers

You could hear them from the other side of the water. Your hand breaks the surface of the water and you feel the wall on your palm. You finally get to stand in the water and you yank off your swim cap and goggles. When you open your eyes you could hear cheering. You jolt your head up to the scoreboard and notice Dimitrescu University Swim and Dive in the first place slot. You get yourself out of the pool and group hug with your team. 

“We did it!” Bela yells

She meets with Coach Donna to receive the first place trophy and you just stare in awe when Bela is holding the trophy, slightly showing off her muscles.

You and Bela finally decided to break the news to both the team and to both of your families after state finals during the banquet. The whole team were teasing the both of you how the both of you finally decided to make the move on each other. Dean Dimitrescu became supportive of you and basically welcomed you into the Dimitrescu family. 

“So... It was obvious?” You ask both Daniela and Cassandra

“It was,” Daniela answers for both her and her older sister

“We just didn’t want to say anything to make you guys feel pressured.” Cassandra adds

When finals hit it was a living hell. However, Bela, being the supportive girlfriend she was, got you through them all. 

“Thank you Bela,” You smile, grabbing a coffee mug from her, “Do you want to get lunch after today’s finals?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” Bela answers you, “My treat though.”

“Bela-”

Before you could argue with her, she tugs on your scarf and pulls you in for a kiss. You feel your cheeks heat up once she pulls away.

“Whatever you say princess,” You say breathlessly

“Now get to class kid,” She teases you

You finish your first half of freshman year with some A’s and some B’s and you couldn’t be prouder of yourself. However, you were grateful for Bela’s help.

“I wouldn’t have passed without your help though babe,” You smile, leaning back into your chair and sipping on a glass of water.

“But you were the one who managed to ace every single study session love,” Bela smiles from her mug of coffee, “How many more do you need to do?”

“Just one more, that’s tonight,” You answer, “After that I’m all set.”

“Come back to your place after,” Bela smirks

You blush, “O-Okay...”

When you finished your last final, you had decided to spend your winter break with the Dimitrescu family, of course inviting your own family for Christmas at the request of the Alcina.

“Glad you’re getting friendly with the dean y/n,” Your mother smiles, “It’s not everyday a student would find themselves doing so.”

“But, I did tell Ms. Dimitrescu to not give me any special treatment while I study at her university,” You say 

“The only special treatment I will give you is my eldest daughter,” Alcina says

You choke on your drink as your folks let out an uncontrolable laughter. You look across the table and notice Bela had given you a wink as she sips her wine. 

“Mother isn’t wrong,” Bela vouches for her mother’s words

You continue choking on your drink while everyone at the table breaks out into a laugh.

“I’m glad you finally found yourself a girl too kiddo,” Your dad pats your head again

“She absolutely swept me off my feet,” Bela continues teasing you

You try to hide your blushing, to no avail. 

Your parents leave for the rest of your winter break as you wanted to spend new years with Bela and her family. However, Alcina had to go back on campus early to prepare her university for the Winter Semester. You and Bela were snuggling against each other underneath Bela’s silk sheets and lavish blankets. 

“What’d you think of my parents?” You ask out of curiosity

“I think they’re so much like you,” Bela smiles

“Are they now?” You ask, smiling down at her

She nods as she lifts her head up as you dip your down, meeting each others’ lips halfway.

“Swim season is over,” You add, changing the subject entirely, “What do you normally do after the season?”

“Study my ass off,” Bela sighs, “But, right now, be with you.”

“What are you studying?” You ask, realizing you never asked Bela that question before

“Environmental Sciences,” She answers

You know... That actually fits her...

“That’s pretty interesting,” You say, “Anything specific you’d want to do there?”

“Not at the moment,” Bela says, “I’ll figure it out when I graduate this spring..”

You almost forgot that Bela was a Senior college student. However, despite that you were a college freshman, the both of you didn’t really care about the decent age gap.

“Are you going to go for the Captain position when I’m gone?” Bela asks

“I’ll try out,” You say, slightly unsure, “But, there has never been a Sophomore captain.”

“You’ll never know,” Bela says, “Maybe Coach Beneviento will see your potential as a leader.”

“Hmm,” You sigh, “You’re right, but I’m going to worry about my next season of indoor percussion.”

“Hoodie’s mine,” Bela mumbles against your chest

“Babe, we don’t even have that stuff yet,” You yawn

“Doesn’t matter, it’s mine,” She yawns, “I love you.”

I haven’t told her I love her yet... But she should know right? I’ve always shown her through physical affection...

You prop yourself up on your elbows, catching her off guard. You cup your free hand against her cheek and dip your head down to meet her lips again. The kiss was gentle and light but when you hear Bela let out a gentle moan, you begin growling and making the kiss more heated. 

“Damn,” Bela sighs when you pull your lips away

“I love you,” You finally bring yourself to say

Epilogue

[bqstqnbruin]

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make you cry

All I’m gonna say before this is 😈😈😈

Read the whole series:  I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair // I hate the way you drive my car // I hate it when you stare // I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind // I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme // I hate the way you’re always right // I hate it when you lie // I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry // I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call // But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

Flashbacks are in italics

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“Why do you think?”

“Come on. Tell me.” 

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Your first night in Calgary was supposed to be spent unpacking yours and Evelina’s new apartment, having spent the entire day lugging boxes and furniture up and down the stairs, not wanting to constantly hog the elevator with your endeavors. You were both exhausted, but apparently she wasn’t exhausted enough to not insist you go and explore your new home.

“Come on!” she whines, practically ripping your arm out of your body in an effort to pull you off the couch, “You know that you want to go wander around! Why can’t we just do it tonight, we’ve spent all day in this building anyway.” 

“Ev, we are gross, and we are tired. We shouldn’t go out,” you tried to counter, even though you knew she was going to eventually wear you down into going out.

“How are we going to make friends! We can’t go into work on Monday only knowing each other!” 

“I love you, too, Ev.” She got up off the couch, her hands clasping under her chin as she juts out her bottom lip. She was right, though: you knew no one in the city and probably should make some sort of effort to change that before you start your new jobs. “Fine. But this doesn’t mean I have to have fun, and we aren’t staying out past midnight.” Evelina starts bouncing up and down in excitement, dragging you to her room so you can start to get ready. “And we have to stay in either tomorrow or Sunday and seriously get to unpacking.”

Both of you start rummaging through the boxes, tearing them open in hopes that one of them will contain clothing that you can wear to go out. “How am I this unorganized?” Evelina asks, tearing open what she thought to be her tenth box, none of them having clothing.

“I don’t think you want an honest answer from me,” you laugh, resulting in her throwing a pillow at your head. “Ok, hey!” you say, throwing it back. “I have my clothes in a few suitcases. Should we raid those and see if we can find anything?” 

She laughs, opening another box, “Y/N, I love you, but you have nothing that we would be able to wear out. Your clothes are either business or athletic, and there’s no in between.” 

“I’m sure we can find something,” you mumble, knowing she was right. 

“No need! I found some clothes!” she said, dumping the box out on her bed. She thrrew a shirt at you, telling you that you were wearing it or else you would be doing all the unpacking yourself. Shooing you off to go clean up, she shuts you out of her room, left in the hallway surrounded by a bunch of boxes.

It’s not that the move was hard, but it definitely didn’t go as you had expected. You and Evelina were both excited for the fresh start, a new group of friends, a new city where no one knew you. Where you wouldn’t let anyone hurt you. 

You were always ready much faster than Evelina, so you decided to start unpacking bits and pieces of your room. You open the box labeled ‘decorations’ figuring you could at least try to start to see where you might hang things up. On top in the box is the one picture you didn’t want to see: the picture of you, Evelina, and Thomas on the day before the spring semester of finals your freshman year. The three of you were sitting at a picnic table on campus, surrounded by your textbooks and notes, mid laugh at something Evelina had said, none of you knowing the picture was being taken. You had known him since you were little, the days of learning to swim at the community pool when you were toddlers being some of your only memories from that time. The school dances you brought each other to as dates instead of stressing about having to ask and possibly get rejected by whoever it was that you liked at the time. The nights in college where you would watch movies with each other and fall asleep with the movie running, Evelina coming home and finding the two of you on the couch with the tv on, all of you going to the diner the next morning. 

He was your other best friend besides Evelina. He knew everything about you, probably more about you than Evelina did, probably more than you even knew about yourself. He was also in love with you without you feeling the same. The night you found out you and Evelina were moving, he told you that, begging you not to go and stay there with him. You told him you couldn’t and you haven’t talked to him since. 

You didn’t know that you had packed it, you thought you left it in your closet back at your parents house. Evelina knocked on your door, letting herself in before you could hide the picture, “Hey, are you ready?” She sees you staring at the picture, tears threatening to fall as you think about the move that cost you your best friend. “Thomas?” You nod, shoving the picture in your desk, hoping that you would be able to look back at it one day. “That’s not going to happen again,” she tries to reassure you, pulling you out the door. “How many girls have their best friend fall in love with them twice?” 

Evelina finds a bar down the street from where you live, walking there instead of paying for an Uber, thankful that you were able to take your mind off Thomas. And Evelina was right, wasn’t she? How many girls' best friends fall in love with them to begin with? So what are the chances of that happening twice?

You get to the bar, taking in the scene around you; a group of guys sitting in the back, some college girls trying and failing to get their attention, some other groups of people, everyone in packs except for you and Evelina. “We could go talk to them,” she says, trying to drag you over to the group of guys. 

“No, come on,” you say, trying to resist her pull. Those guys were attractive and there was no way you were about to go up to them and just start talking to them like she wanted you to. 

“Come on,” she says, ignoring your protest and dragging you in front of the guys, “Hey, I’m Evelina, this is Y/N,” she starts, “We just moved to the city and don’t know anyone.” 

You hated how bold she could be some time, but were at least thankful they made room for two strangers to join them instead of you having to stand awkwardly in the corner, Evelina diving into the conversation with the rest of the group.

The boy next to you didn’t seem to be paying attention to her, just like you weren’t. There was something about him that you couldn’t take your eyes off him, his curly hair, the blue eyes, the stupid grin that was on his face. Whatever it was you saw in him, he found something about you that he couldn’t stop staring at. “I’m Matthew,” he whispers. You smile at him, the guys laughing and bringing your attention right back to the group. 

“You don’t know who we are?” Elias asks Evelina, the rest of the guys looking just as shocked as he was.

“You count on us watching or following sports, so no.” 

Matthew turns to you, seemingly ignoring the rest of the guys. “You know nothing about sports?” 

“Well,” you start, feeling your face getting red. He was close to you, definitely trying to hit on you, but for some reason, it didn’t bother you like it would with other guys. “I know about hockey, a little bit about baseball, and then my dad is weirdly into the NFL so Sundays were spent with lots of yelling at his team, but I don’t have a team that I follow.” 

The guys laugh around you, sucked into whatever it was Evelina was going on about. “Why don’t we get a drink?” Matthew suggests, getting up before you can say anything. He holds out his hand to you, taking you and dragging you to the bar. “So what do you know about hockey?” he asks you, sitting down on the stool as you took the one next to him, leaning against the bar as he orders something for both of you. You couldn’t tell if the muscle in his arm was popping out because he was flexing on purpose or because he couldn’t help it, but you were surprised his shirt wasn’t ripping at the seams the way it was being filled.

“You don’t want that,” you shake your head, suddenly a little embarrassed, “I just start rambling and it’s never good.” 

He laughs, his eyes closing as his smile grew, forcing a smile on your face because of how infectious it was, “Two things will happen: I either zone out while you’re doing something that might make you happy, or I learn something while you’re doing something that might make you happy.” You hesitate, debating on if you should really tell him anything as the bartender brings the drinks he ordered you. “Come on.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at him as you raise your glass to toast to him. “You’re asking for this, Matthew.” 

You dive into what you knew about hockey, knowing enough about the history of the sport no matter how dry it was, knowing some of the basic rules even though he had to explain what counts as goalie interference to you, though he didn’t seem to know himself. The last person who listened to you ramble like this was Thomas. You finish telling him, a wave of sadness washing over you at the thought of him. You bite your lip, looking down at your drink.

Matthew reached over to you, his thumb and forefinger tilting your head back up to him. He looked worried at the sudden change that came over you. “What’s up?”

You shake your head, scrunching your face as a signal that you didn’t really want to talk about it. But for some reason, with him, you felt you could. “Just kinda reminded of someone there.”

He studied your face, trying to get a read on what type of someone you meant. “A boyfriend?”

“No,” you laughed, a sense of relief falling on Matthew, “My best friend. Or, ex-best friend, now, I guess.” 

“Well whoever they are, they’ve just been replaced.” You looked at him, confused. Before you could ask him what he meant, he started, “I’m your new best friend now. And you can’t tell me otherwise.” 

You can’t help but laugh, forgetting about Thomas for a moment. “I think you’ll have to fight Evelina on that one.”

The guys and Evelina sat back at the booth watching the two of you talk with each other the rest of the night. Evelina couldn’t remember the last time she had seen you so animated, so happy to be in an unfamiliar situation. 

“I think someone’s in love,” Elias took her attention away from you and Matthew.

“Y/N? No. She doesn’t let herself fall in love that easy. The last guy she dated I don’t think she said she loved him until they had been together for a year.”

“No, not Y/N,” Elias said, the rest of the guys nodding in agreement. “Matty there.”

Evelina scoffs. “No way.” 

They watched as the two of you laughed so hard you could barely breathe, Matthew not taking his eyes off you even though you were pretty much doubled over. “Trust us. We could make a list of the ways we can tell that one is in love. And he’s doing all of them.”

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“What are you talking about, ‘the list?’” you try to play it off as if you didn’t know what he meant.

“I know all about that list you were making with the reasons you hate me. I saw it in your kitchen on the fridge when I was over,” he lies, not wanting to drag Evelina into this. 

“So what? You’ve known? And what have you been trying to do?” 

“I don’t know, trying to convince you that you don’t hate me! Trying to make you forget about that list,” he yells, people around you stopping to stare at the scene you were causing there on the sidewalk. “You know you don’t hate me,” he whispers, take a step towards you.  

“You don’t get to decide that Matthew.” 

“What can I decide? Because if it were up to me then we would have been together after the night we met. It wouldn’t have taken this fucking long for you to get your head out of your ass to see what we have.” 

You take a step back at the bite in his word, feeling the tears fall down your cheeks, your mind running rampant trying to figure out what all this meant. His words stung; you thought he was wrong. You thought everyone was wrong. There was no way this had all been there since you met him the night you moved to the city. “This has not been here since the day we met. That isn’t true.”

“You can’t tell me how I felt about you then, and you can’t tell me how I feel about you now. The one thing I have wanted since the day we met is to be with you,” he tells you, trying to fight back the tears, “And to find out that you were trying to deny that by thinking or stupid ways that you hate me? The way I cut my hair? My driving? You don’t even hate me enough to think of real reasons.” 

You can’t find the words to say, pushing past him and heading down the street. You couldn’t take this. He was never supposed to find out about the list. You knew that you were overreacting, but he had no right to know about that. He had no right to spit that back in your face like he was. 

“No, no, no,” you hear him say, Matthew stepping in front of you. “Look at me,” he says, his hands on your shoulders, shaking you. “How are you the one who’s mad here? You have no right to be mad at me for this.”

You look at him, swallowing hard. “I don’t? Now you don’t have the right to tell me how I feel. I gave you all of me, Matthew. You’re the only person I would ever let get that close to me. And to find out that you’ve been lying to me this entire time? You know what happened with Thomas.”

“Y/N, listen to me,” he starts, trying to get closer to you.

“No! Matthew, no,” you say, stepping away from him. “Whatever the fuck this was? It’s done.” You let out a sob, pushing past him and running down the street back towards your apartment, Matthew calling your name, watching you run away from him. 

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, chasing after you. You were both aware of how this looked, two people running down the street, the one leading in tears while the one trailing was on the brink. “Can you please just hear me out?” he asks, catching up to you. “I saw this list and I panicked. How would you like it if I started listing all the ways I hated you and used those for reasons to not want to be with you?”

“You have reasons you hate me?” you say, not wanting to look at him.

He groans, running his hands through his hair and down to his face. “Of course I don’t. There is nothing that I could think of that you do that would make me hate you. But fuck, Y/N. Ten reasons you hate me? You know how I feel about you. You know that you don’t hate me. So why are you doing this?” 

You knew he was right, crying at the fact that you went along with Evelina’s stupid bet. But that didn’t matter to you. “Because I didn’t want to date you.”

His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, his jaw clenched, clearly hurt by your words. “Then what is this? What have we been doing?” 

“Nothing. You’re nothing more to me than my friend,” you lie, pushing past him. You knew he was going to follow you, no matter how much you didn’t want him to. This was just a stupid mistake. That’s all it was. This is exactly what you were afraid of happening when Evelina first brought it up and when Thomas had told you his feelings. You were going to lose him. 

You get to your apartment, locking the door behind you. You press your back against the wall next to the door, sliding down and bringing your knees to your chest. This was just like with Thomas. This was worse than what happened with Thomas. You were reliving what was the worst day of your life, except now it was with another guy. 

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“You guys are moving to Calgary?” Thomas asked you, sitting down on your bed. You had texted him that night to tell him you had to talk to him, him rushing over as soon as he could. “Why are you going there? You aren’t going to know anyone.”

“Well, we’ll make friends. We got these amazing job offers out there, Thomas, we can’t turn them down.” He won’t look at you, staring down at his hands with his eyebrows scrunched together. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Don’t go,” he let out, looking up at you. His eyes were shining, filled with tears that were begging to fall.

“What? No, I can’t do that. Evelina already found an apartment for us out there. We’ve already accepted the jobs.” 

“Don’t go,” he said again, still not looking at you. 

“Why?”

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath. “I’m in love with you. I always have been. You can’t leave.”

“Thomas,” you let out, trying to process what he just told you. “You-you’re my best friend, you can’t be in love with me,” you stammer out, trying not to panic even though you were doing a horrible job at hiding it. 

“You don’t love me, do you?” he asked, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

“I don’t think I love you the same way you love me.” 

He nodded, running his tongue along his teeth. “Awesome,” he laughs, pain in his voice. “Have fun in Calgary,” He got up, leaving you there on your bed as you tried to figure out what just happened.

“Thomas, wait!” you called after him, stopping him before he can open your door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. I can’t be friends with someone when I love them. Especially when they don’t love me back,” he said, pushing past you. 

You stood in the doorway shocked at what just happened. The tears were falling down your face as you watched your best friend walk down the hallway, the last time you would see him. 

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You pull yourself up off the floor, heading to the kitchen to get some water. There was no way this was happening to you again. You couldn’t be losing yet another guy because he thought he was in love with you.

At least last time, you didn’t have the same feelings for him. You didn’t even know how you felt about Matthew. He’s your best friend, the guy you go to for everything, the one you spend all your time with. You can act however you want around him, say whatever you want to him. He’s the perfect guy for you.

Except that he’s been lying to you this entire time.

You hear the door unlock, hoping that it was Evelina. Whoever it was slammed the door, going towards the bedrooms. “Fuck,” you hear him mutter, freezing at his voice. 

You knew he would follow you here. “Matthew?” you call, trying to figure out where he was in your home. “Matthew, get out.” 

“No. We need to talk about this,” he yells from your room, trying to follow your voice. It wasn’t like your apartment was that big that he wouldn’t be able to find you in the kitchen. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this tonight. I want to be with you. Only you. I want you to be my girlfriend.” He finally finds you, slowly walking up to you as if he were afraid you would run from him. “Why don’t you want to be with me?”

You let out a sob, looking away from him. You knew he was hurt over this; you were too. “It’s gonna ruin everything.”

“That’s not a given. This could be so great. This already was so great.” You both stand there in silence, not sure what to say. “Do you want me to be your boyfriend?” 

Did you? He made you so happy. There was no guy that you would rather be with. But he’s Matthew. He came into your life as soon as Thomas left, filling that hole that you left at home when you moved to Calgary. He was supposed to just be like Thomas, just be your best friend and nothing more. 

He slowly lifts his hand to your cheek, the pad of his thumb whipping away the tears on your cheek. “I hate to see you cry like this, but Y/N, I need to know: what am I to you?”

“You’re just my best friend,” you tell him, his hand falling from your cheek. “You need to go Matthew. I don’t want to see you right now.”

“Y/N, come on.” 

“Matthew, she said leave,” you hear from the door way. You both snap your attention to Evelina standing there, keys still in hand, your bag on her arm.

“Ev, you can’t be serious,” Matthew says, walking towards her.

“Out! Now!” she yells, both of you jumping at the sudden change in her tone. He looks back and forth between you and your roommate, panic washing over him. This couldn’t be happening to you two. “Do I have to fucking drag you out, Tkachuk?” 

He finally leaves, Evelina rushing over to hug you as you crumbled in her arms, watching Matthew leave your apartment.

[noladyme]

La Cuervo - Chapter 2

She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...

TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, smut, fluff, angst

In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming", this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes. It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely. Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive, please let me know.

2.

While templo – church, as Nina knew it – was in session, the clubhouse filled up with scantily female hangaraounds and a few men. Celebrations were in order for a successful gun-run, and Nina recognized the look on the faces of every woman there. They were all ready to leave their inhibitions at the door, and get down with an outlaw biker. She was used to Filip and the rest of them doing their best to keep anything leather-clad far away from her, and her bed; keeping their promises to Jax. From what had happened in her life recently, she was beginning to understand why, even if she’d always found it immensely annoying. But, as it was, her own bed was far away from here, and none of SAMCRO was there to play babysitter.

When the door to templo opened, it was like a race for the women to find a neck to throw their arms around. She couldn’t help but laugh to herself, and when she looked at EZ behind the bar, she saw him rolling his eyes at her. He thought it was as funny as she did. Letty was about to put her lips to a beer, when Coco nabbed it from her, and gestured for her to get out. He gave her a light peck on the forehead before she went. She waved at Nina, and left the clubhouse.

Nina settled on a chair at an empty table, and observed the scene. A brawny bald Mayan found a curly-haired beauty to give his attention; Coco planted himself on a couch, letting a pretty redhead swing her legs over his lap; and the same pattern continued among the other Mayans. An eager looking, blonde girl greeted Angel by the door to templo. She tugged at his cut, and he gave her a slight smile, avoiding her arm, as she went to put it around his waist. He looked out the corner of his eyes at Nina, who pretended not to notice.

EZ sat down next to her, after having made sure everyone who wanted one, had a beer. He began pointing out the members of the club. “You know Bishop and Taza. Gilly… Tranq… Coco you rode in with… Riz… That’s Creeper… Angel doesn’t need another introduction, obviously”. They both looked towards his brother, who was now seated at the bar; doing his best impression of a slip-and-slide, to avoid letting the blonde settle on his lap. “Yeah, he’s a character", Nina laughed. EZ nodded with a smile.

Tranq and Creeper joined them at the table; the latter carrying a bottle of tequila, and making a couple of lewd remarks about superglue. Trying to ignore the looks Angel was sending her way, while his wannabe paramour whispered something in his ear; Nina took a round of shots with the men at her table. It felt almost homely, with the smell of cigarette-smoke and music sounding over laughs and conversations. She was feeling the alcohol go to her head; but she was in a good mood, and it merely put a comfortable haze over her situation – made everything seem less serious than it was. Three shots later, they were discussing tattoos, and Tranq – Hank, as he’d reiterated to her – was examining the one Nina had on the back of her arm. “Shit, speaking of ink… I gotta finish Gilly’s back”, he said, and went to stand. “Man, how many shots have you had? You sure you wanna do that now?”, Creeper asked. “I work better with a buzz”, Tranq said; and immediately stumbled over his own feet. Creeper laughed, and helped his friend move over to his tattoo-corner. Gilly, with the curly-haired woman under his arm, went over to get settled in the chair. He gave the woman a deep kiss, before sitting down.

“You don’t have a date tonight?”, Nina asked EZ. “No, I’m, uh… I’m kind of seeing someone”. He seemed to blush. “Special enough to steer clear of these lovely ladies?”, Nina asked. “Yeah… Gabby is… special”, EZ said, his voice warm. “I just threw up in my mouth a little”. Angel had arrived at the table, a beer in each hand. “Beat it, prospect. We don’t need you anymore tonight. Go settle in at pap’s”. EZ chuckled, and got up to stand. “See you later, Nina”, he said, and left them to it. Angel looked at his brother as he went, his expression a mix of pride and love.

Nina looked at the beers in Angel’s hands. “Is one of those for me?”, she said. He held both bottles up in the air. “Nah, I just believe in a balanced diet”, he teased, before setting one of them down on the table in front of her. He sat down on the chair EZ had formerly occupied; moving it closer to her. The scent of his cologne hit her nose, and Nina had to chew her lip to keep from smiling at the delightful shivers it was sending through her body. “How are you doing, cuervo?”. Nina frowned at him. “Why do you keep calling me crow?”, she asked. “You are, aren’t you?”, he grinned. “La Cuervo from Charming. Sounds like a movie”. She took a sip of her beer, and smirked at him. “What kind of movie?”. He met her smirk with one of his own, making her heart skip a beat. “The good kind…”.

The girl Angel had seemingly dismissed was still standing by the bar. “Is that your old lady?”, she asked, and took a sip of her beer. Angel looked confused. “The blonde”. “Nah, she ain’t my girl…”, he declared. The woman in question was starring daggers at them from the bar. “Did you tell her that?”, Nina muttered. Angel shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. You settling in ok?”. “Yeah”, she replied. “Your brother moved his stuff out of the trailer to make room for me. He left a pile of books behind, though”. Angel winced. “Yeah, he does that. I’ll tell him to get rid of them for you”. His eyes widened when he saw her expression. “Unless you like that shit… Books, I mean”. He grabbed a pack of smokes from his cut-pocket, and held it out to her. She took a cigarette, and let him light it for her. “Yeah, I like to read”, she said, and took a huff. One of her hands was resting on the table, and Angel placed his own next to it; letting their fingertips brush against each other. “So, you’re one of them smart girls… Probably got an education, and everything”, he smiled, with a mischievous look in his eyes. Nina shrugged to confirm his words. “I did a couple of years in school…”, she said, and took another huff. We gotta keep your ass out of CaraCara, Jax had said, as he’d given her a wad of cash to help pay for her first semester. He’d been pissed when she dropped out. Angel settled his one knee between hers. “Tell me, what’s a smart girl doing in a place like this? Or with SOA for that matter? Doesn’t seem like the obvious choice of friends for someone with a bright future ahead of her”. “Who says it was bright?”, Nina asked. Angel didn’t seem to know how to reply. “I felt more at home with the club, than I ever did at school. It’s my place, you know? Family”. He nodded knowingly at her statement. Angel felt the same about his own club.

“I’m sorry about the helmet. Didn’t know it was special”, he finally muttered. She chewed her lips for a moment. “It’s fine. I guess I wear it as a tribute… or a fuck you. I’m not sure”. “Who’d it belong to?”, Angel asked, and took a swig of his beer. His rings made small clinks against the glass. She looked down. “Someone dead…”, she said. “Makes sense, since you called it an heirloom”. He hooked his pinky under hers, and tugged at it a bit. “I just worry about you. It looks a bit banged up. Wouldn’t want your pretty head injured on a ride”. “You don’t know me well enough to worry about me”, Nina smirked. “I’d like to…”, Angel replied with a shrug. He moved his hand to her knee, and squeezed it. It was like electricity from his hand to Nina’s groin, and she let out a short breath.

She noticed Bishop – who was deep in conversation with Taza – looking at her and Angel. He frowned for a second, before moving to walk over to them. There was a shattering of glass, as someone threw a beer at the wall; as Creeper and one of the hangarounds got into a fistfight. Bishop and Taza rushed over to pull the two men apart, and Nina took this as her que. “I’m gonna go shower. I wanna wash the road off”, she said, and handed Angel her cigarette. He sighed, and took a lungful from it, before narrowing his eyes at her; as she got up to stand. “The shower in the trailer is shit… You’re welcome to come round mine. I got good pressure”. There was no mistaking his meaning. Feeling the corner of her lips tug upwards, her eyes met his. It was like swimming in a sea of onyx – overwhelmingly sexy onyx. Nina took a deep breath, and made up her mind. “Yeah… ok”. Licking his lips, Angel got up to stand; towering over her. He hooked his pinky with hers again, and leaned down to her ear. “Let’s go”.

They managed to leave the clubhouse without too much notice. Only Coco looked up from his feast of ginger cleavage, and shook his head at Angel with a grin; as he pulled Nina through the crowd of people, with determined steps. While Nina nabbed her helmet and jacket from the trailer, Angel had rolled out his bike; and she got settled behind him. His seat was longer than the one on Coco’s bike, giving her plenty of room; but she decided to scoot as close to him as she could, anyway. She waved at Chucky, as he closed the gate to the yard behind them, and they took to the street.

Angel seemed to aim for every pothole, and Nina suspected it was to get her to hold on tighter to him. At an especially large bump in the road, it felt like they took flight for a second. Nina felt a rush go through her, and couldn’t help but crack a smile, and laugh a little, as butterflies began forming in her stomach. She felt Angel’s chest rumble, and suspected he was holding back a laugh himself. “You good back there?”, he asked, taking one hand of the handlebars, to put on her knee. “Yeah, perfect”, Nina grinned. She thought for a moment, before speaking again. “Don’t your arms get tired?”. “From what?”. “Your handlebars. They’re so high”. Angel laughed heartily. “Sometimes…”. He let go of with his other hand, and spread out his arms in the air, as they rode. Nina squealed. “Angel! No!”. She grabbed on to his cut, and hid her face against his back. “It’s ok, baby. I got you…”, Angel laughed, and put his hands back on the handlebars. “Dick!”, Nina growled, unable to stifle a grin. “Coming right up!”.

He sped up the bike, and they continued in anticipatory silence.

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They pulled up at a modest, wooden bungalow. Angel held out his hand to help Nina get off the bike, and tilted his head to check out her butt, while she took off her helmet. He grabbed her hip as he stood up, and pulled her closer to him. “This is me”, he said, and nodded his head towards the house. “Has it got an inside?”, Nina smiled, and tugged at his cut. “Uh huh…”, Angel said, and leaned down, as if to kiss her; before pulling back, and walking towards the front door. “Wanna see it?”. “Tease”, Nina called after him. “Yeah”, Angel grinned.

He opened the door, and held it for her to step inside. The room was dimly lit, and smelled like pure Angel – cologne, beer and man. It was delicious. As she admired the collection of empty bottles on the coffee-table, she felt a pair of hands on her waist; spinning her around to bring her nose to chest with an almost hungry-looking Angel. He leaned down and brushed his nose against hers. “What about my shower?”, Nina whispered. He grabbed her helmet from her hand, and placed it on the couch. “After…”, he said, put his hand to the back of her neck; and kissed her.

Angel’s lips were even softer than she’d imagined. He was greedy in his kiss, gently devouring her lips; before demanding access to her tongue, which she gave willingly – her body on fire and wanting more. Getting up on her toes, she put her arms around his neck, and sighed into Angel’s mouth. As she pressed against him, Angel let out a slight growl. “Fuck, crow-girl… Let’s at least make it to the bed”, he said, and pushed her jacket down her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He looked confused for a second, at the sound of the thump it made, when it landed. Nina distracted him, by tugging at his beard. “Lead the way”, she smiled against his lips. Angel instantly shed his cut, and threw it on the couch; making it land on top of her helmet. He spun her around again, and smacked her butt; pointing towards a doorway. “Go”, he commanded.

Angel hadn’t made the bed when he left his house that morning, but Nina didn’t mind. They’d just mess it up in a minute, anyway. She didn’t know if the alcohol in her bloodstream, or just pure lust; but at the moment, all she could think about was getting herself and him as naked as possible. She toed off her shoes, while Angel removed his shirt, never breaking eye contact. Angel was built to brawl, and was well aware of how good he looked without his shirt; his smirk made that clear. After running her nails down his chest and stomach, Nina reached towards his belt, and began unbuckling it. “Nah, your turn”, Angel said, and raised her arms in the air, to pull off her tank-top. With greedy hands, he palmed her breasts over her bra, and invaded her mouth again for a long second, before pushing her to fall back on the bed; making her giggle as she landed with a bump.

He stood over her for a moment, licking his lips, and admiring her form; as she leaned back on her elbows. “They grow them well in Charming…”, he said, and crouched down to open her jeans. Lifting her bottom, Nina let Angel pull her jeans off. He snatched her socks while he was at it; and threw them somewhere behind him. A shiver went through her body, and she let out a soft oh, as Angel brushed his fingertips up her bare thighs and left a soft kiss on the inside of her knee. Suddenly, he was on top of her, and pressed his jean-clad leg between hers. He grabbed her wrists, and put them around his neck, to pull her upwards; granting him access to the clasp of her bra – which he made short work of opening. He let her fall back on the bed, and pulled the bra off her roughly. “Careful, I like that one”, Nina said. Angel threw it into a corner. “I’ll give it back later”, he said, and latched on to her right nipple; nibbling at it slightly. It was like there was a direct line of connection between her breast and her vagina; which only intensified the pleasure as Angel pressed against her core with his thigh.

Nina pulled Angels head up to let their lips meet again. She scratched her nails down his back, and let her fingers travel underneath his boxers, which were peeking up over the waistband of his jeans. She thrust her hips towards his. “Greedy girl”, Angel breathed. “Something wrong with that?”, Nina asked, and flicked her tongue over his lips. “Oh no. That’s good”, he said. He pecked at her lips, before getting up and shrugging off his jeans as quickly as possible. When he laid back down on top of her, Nina felt his warm and clearly well-endowed hardness pressing against her thigh. There was no doubt in her mind that her panties were ruined, but as it was, she couldn’t care less.

They kissed again – tongues dancing against each other wantonly. Nina hooked her leg around Angel’s hips, and he thrusted against her, letting out soft groans, as their groins pressed together. “You have a condom?”, Nina panted. Angel quickly leaned over to the bedside table, franticly searching the drawer. “Fuck!”, he growled, coming up short. Nina groaned in disappointment. Angel got off her, and laid back on the bed. He muttered another curse below his breath, before turning his head to look at her. “Look, I’m clean; I swear. But I get it if you don’t wanna do this”. She sighed deeply. Her whole body was screaming to continue; her vagina literally throbbing from want. “Shit, this is so stupid”, she said, before turning over, and straddling Angel’s hips. He looked at her cautiously. “What about you?”, he said. “Clean”, she replied, and leaned down to tug at his lower lip with her teeth. “Yeah, I figured. But…”. “On the pill. I won’t make you a daddy, don’t worry”, she smiled. Angel raised a brow at her and smirked. His hands found her bottom, and squeezed. “I don’t mind if you call me papi, though…”, he shrugged. She let out a giggle, which turned in to a yelp, as Angel smacked her butt and flipped them over.

Getting up to stand again, Angel began pulling down his boxers; letting his penis spring out. It was a mouthwatering sight, standing proudly from a well-trimmed forest of dark hair. Nina quickly got on all fours, and took a hold of her new best friend; gently tugging and stroking it. She gazed up at Angel, and kept eye-contact as she ran the tip of her tongue up the slit at the head of his cock. He let out a soft gasp, as she opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips around him. “Holy… fuck…”, he groaned. Hollowing her cheeks, Nina sucked him in deeper; relishing in his taste. He was warm, and his skin felt like velvet. A slight moan left her, as she released him with a small pop of her lips. “Again?”, she smiled, and licked her lips. “Shit, mami…”, Angel breathed, and put his hands on each side of her face; leaning down for a deep kiss, before getting up again, and pushing her head towards his groin.

Nina latched on to him again, this time cupping his balls with a gentle hand. She massaged them, and bobbed her head back and forth. Angel held one hand on the top of her head, and looked up at the ceiling, trying to control himself. The sight made Nina chuckle around his erection. “This funny to you? It’s like being sucked off by a vacuum-cleaner. A really hot, wet va… holy shit!”. He gasped loudly as Nina took him in as far as she could, and made swallowing movements. “Nina, you gotta stop, or I won’t last”.

She sat back on her heels, and smiled up at Angel. He shook his head, and grinned, while he ran a hand through his hair. Nina grabbed his free hand, for him to join her on the bed. She crawled backwards, and Angel leaned down to kiss a trail up the inside of her leg. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and made quick work of removing them. Placing a hand on each of her knees, he spread her legs; and with a smirk, he dove down between them. His flattened tongue enveloped her lower lips, and he suckled at her clit; making her cry out from the sensation. Two of his fingers entered her, and Angel scissored them; pressing against her front wall.

Nina grabbed a hold of his head, and pulled him up to face her. “Just… please!”, she mewled, and grabbed for his penis. “I gotta get you ready, though”, Angel chuckled, and thrust his fingers upwards. “Fuck it. I’m ready”, Nina pleaded. With a grin, Angel removed his fingers, and settled between her legs. He removed her hand from his cock, took a hold of it himself, and looked down. He stroked himself a few times, and ran the head up and down her folds. Nina whimpered, and tried to move against him, to get him inside her. “Yeah?”, Angel asked, his eyes looking for her go-ahead. Nina nodded, and suddenly he entered her.

The stretch was perfect. Angel made a loud groan, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. “Fuck, that’s tight…”, he gasped, and grabbed her thigh hard; for sure leaving marks. He sucked and nibbled at her pulse point, and Nina found it hard to keep her moans stifled. “It’s ok. You can be as loud as you want, mami”. “Don’t stop…”, Nina whimpered. For a good while, they moved together like this; couldn’t get close enough to each other. It was soft and sweet, but glancing in to each other’s eyes, it was obvious that they both craved something else at the moment. Angel lifted Nina’s legs, so her knees rested over his shoulders; making him brush against her sweet spot, at each thrust. Nina cried out when she felt her muscles begin to clench around him. Trying to leave her own mark on Angel, she dug her nails into his biceps. He thrusted harder into her, and put his thumb to her clit; stroking it in circles. “Angel…”, Nina whimpered. “I’m gonna… fuck!”. “Yeah, you are”, Angel said, and sped up his movements. He thrusted hard in to her, and added pressure against her clit; and soon, white, hot fire spread throughout Nina’s body. She arched her back, and cried out in ecstasy as she came.

Angel smiled down at her, and moved the hair out of her face, before releasing her legs, and letting them drop down to the bed. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, once again making her feel like he was literally devouring her very soul with his kiss. “Turn around”, he demanded, and pulled out of her. Nina turned onto her stomach, and got on all fours. Angel lined himself up, and entered her with a swift movement of his hips. Holding on to her hips, Angel pistoned in to Nina with determined thrusts. The noises in the room were obscene at this point; slick moving against slick, and skin hitting skin. Nina was whimpering, and Angel was panting like a freight-train, as he chased his own high. Trying to help him, Nina spent the last of her energy clenching her muscles hard around him; internally thanking the kegel-gods. Angel let out a guttural moan, and thrusted fast a few more times, before pulling out, and spilling himself on her back.

Nina collapsed on the bed, sated and exhausted. Angel grabbed his shirt of the floor, and used it to wipe her off. “Sorry…”, he muttered; his expression one of an embarrassed schoolboy. “I forgot you’re on the pill”. “It’s ok”, Nina yawned. “Sorry…”, she said, and they chuckled at each other. Angel scratched his head. “If you wanna take that shower now, the bathroom’s through there”, he said, and gestured towards a door. Nina gingerly got off the bed, and moved towards where he’d pointed. There was an awkward silence in the room, before Angel grabbed her wrist, and pulled her against him, and kissed her gently.

“That was… nice”, he said. “Yeah…”, Nina agreed, and went to take her long anticipated shower.

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Proclaiming that he was beat, Angel suggested that he wait until the next day to take Nina back to the scrap yard. She suspected that he was fishing for round two in the morning; but as she wasn’t against that idea – and liked the thought of sleeping in an actual bed, in a house instead of a hard cot in a trailer – she agreed to his suggestion.

She slept soundly, with no nightmares for the first time in weeks, only waking at the sound of Angels phone buzzing. Opening her eyes, she saw that his arm was draped over her, and his hand was holding on to her breast. He squeezed it for a moment, and a smile ghosted his face, before he squinted his eyes open, and met hers. His smile widened, but turned in to a frown, when his phone buzzed again. He reached over her body, to grab it from his jeans-pocket. He picked up the call, and laid back on the bed. “Yeah… Shit, bro. What time is it…?”. He looked at Nina for a second. “Yeah, she’s here… Fuck. Ok, I’m on my way”. Angel sat up on the bed, and ran a hand down his face. “We need to go”, he said. Nina sat up, and reached for her clothes. “Something wrong?”, she asked. “I don’t know”, Angel replied, and got off the bed to find some clothes to wear. Nina tried not to admire the view of his naked form too much; but ultimately had to distract herself, by going in search of her panties.

In the living room, after they were dressed, Angel picked up Nina’s jacket from the floor. “What do you keep in this thing? Rocks?”, he chuckled, as he handed it to her. “My inhaler and my gun”, Nina replied, deadpan. Angel shook his head in disbelief, and went to get his cut. Revealing her helmet, he picked it up gingerly, and handed it to her. When she took it, he leaned down, and gave her a short kiss. His beard tickled her skin deliciously, and Nina felt her cheeks burning slightly; as the awkwardness of the situation waned.

A few minutes later, they were on their way back to the scrap yard.

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[harryspet]

dark peter parker x innocent naive reader (or ofc it doesn’t matter) non-con fic?

CAMP KISSLESS | peter parker

[WARNINGS] dark peter parker x reader (Y/N), virgin reader, noncon sex, outdoor/car sex (public?), peter isn’t very friendly neighborhood spidery in this

A/N: I’ve wanted to do a camp au for a little while so that’s why I chose this setting! This ended up being way longer than I thought it would be. Read at your own risk.

In which your the new camp counselor and you’re excited to start your job but Peter has other plans for your summer.

word count: 2.7k

It was gonna be a great summer. 

It wasn’t your first summer at Camp. No, your parents drove you to upstate New York every summer since you were eight and you stayed at Camp Moonfall for three weeks out of the summer. You always made the best memories there but, now that you were older, you were saving up for college next semester. Now that you were eighteen, you felt responsible enough to get a job and of course, Peter put in a good word for you. 

You remembered the summer before, all the counselors had let you join them around the fire since you were older. That’s when the game of never have I ever happened and that’s when you changed the way you looked at Peter. You always thought he was cute but with him smiling around all his friends, the firelight illuminating his skin, you developed a small crush. He was a year older than you and you remembered saying how you were going to miss him during your Senior Year. 

He smiled at you, of course, and your heart fluttered. 

It was in that game that everyone learned your secret about how you hadn’t even had your first kiss yet. They looked at you, shocked, and you would’ve preferred if they had just teased you rather than pitied you. You didn’t care that you hadn’t had your first kiss because you were waiting for magic. You wanted to settle for nothing less. 

“So who’s first on your list?” Peter had asked you and you raised an eyebrow. He turned his marshmallow over the fire, letting it brown, “Your kiss list? Who’s your dream first kiss?”

“Thor, I think,” You joke to Peter and he only rolled his eyes. 

“Haha, Y/N,” He spoke sarcastically, “But I’m serious, who’s number one?” For a moment, looking in his eyes, you could’ve sworn he wanted you to say him. 

“I don’t have one,” You slouched back in your chair, “Whoever it is, I want them to be the one I marry.”

All of their eyes turned to you, even Peter as if you had said something offensive, “What?” you asked. 

“You should save it for as long as you can, Y/N?” MJ said across from you, easing the tension, “High school boys are Satan's spawn. And I hear college boys aren’t far off.”

+

For the first day of camp, your outfit consisted of a tie-dyed t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. You had dreamed of carrying the clipboard you now possessed. Along with the wooden whistle around your neck, you felt complete.

MJ pointed at a gray minivan parked in a long line of cars where parents were unpacking their kids, “Y/N, can you check them in?” You immediately nodded 

She remembered her training, all eight hours of it, and took a deep breath as she approached the family. The Dad was lugging things out of the trunk and the mom was rustling around with her triplets. 

“Good morning, campers! I’m Y/N” You greeted them with a wide smile, hands tight around your clipboard. The kids didn’t seem to care much about you but you could get used to that, not every child was gonna fall in love with you, “Hope you all are excited for the best three weeks of your year. Can I get the last name?”

“We’re the Nelson’s,” The woman muttered, clearly not excited to hear your chipper voice this early in the morning. She pointed to each child and named them off. 

You looked down the long list of names and easily found the three Nelson’s. You took a look at each boy, knowing you’d have to remember all of them, “There, found ya! Are these all of their things?”

The father nodded, three suitcases and several pool noodles on the ground, “You got a bellhop, Betty?” He spoke, clearly not bothered to know your name. 

You looked down, still trying to smile wide as you crossed off the names, “Uhm, if you carry your things over there, someone will be there to carry their things to their cabin. Someone will also be there to take the boys down by the lake and they can join in the welcome festivities. You guys can say goodbye there and that’s when your vacation begins, Mom and Dad.”

You expected a smile or a nod of approval but you got cold stares, “We want to make sure they get settled in and see where they will be living. You can’t expect us to say goodbye now.”

Your smile fell a little bit but you kept your composure, “Well, here at Camp Moonfall, we want to keep the goodbyes short. When you took the tour, you were able to see the campsite. It’s very safe. We just find it’s easier for kids to adjust without the big, emotional goodbyes. It helps the homesickness when you start the fun right away,” You thought your smile would somehow lift their spirits but it only crushed yours. 

“Could you stop smiling like an idiot? You’re an adult, aren’t you? They must be hiring the mentally incompetent here, Diane,” The father said to the mother. 

Your heart sank and your lips parted to say something but the words didn’t leave, “I’m going to that cabin, sweetheart. Do you know what it’s like to give birth to triplets? I spent nine months with these kids and you aren’t gonna rip them away from me. I was in labor for twenty hours!”

“I-I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just telling you the camp policy. We just find that it works best-”

The dad interrupted, mimicking your voice, “We just find that it works best. God, Diane, I told you this was a bad idea.”

“My mother said this would be a good experience for them!” The Mom yelled back at the husband, she held her boys closer to her, “The boys are not staying here. It seems like there’s something in the water here anyways …” The woman scowled at you. 

“I-I can g-get my supervisor-”

“And now she’s stuttering,” The father rolled his eyes, starting to grab their things and put them back in trouble, “Get in the car boys.”

How could your first time at this have gone so wrong? You clutched the clipboard to your chest, tears stinging your eyes. 

A second later you felt a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on, Y/N?” He looked at the family then back at you. 

You just shook your head. He could tell you were about to start bawling, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. Go back to your Cabin and collect yourself,” You nodded and instantly walked away. 

You heard Peter talking to the family, hoping to solve the issue so that the boys didn’t miss out on camp because of their crazy parents.

+

“I did it. I saved the triplets,” Peter entered the girl counselor’s cabin, a soft grin on his face. He saw where you were laying on your twin bed and sat down on the edge, “I might regret it later because the funny looking one with the mo-hawk looks like a biter.” 

You didn’t laugh, just pressed your face further into the pillow. Peter’s hand rested on the small of your back. You felt him start to rub circles there and that level intimacy enticed you as much as it scared you.

“I suck,” You spoke but it came out muffled. 

“You don’t suck,” Peter insisted, “They sucked, hard,” That made you laugh. You turned your body to look at him and his hand moved to your waist, “You’re gonna have a good rest of the day. You’re gonna go swimming, eat hotdogs, and play way too many rounds of hide and seek. It’s gonna be awesome and you’re gonna have to perk up if you want to steal my title as everyone’s favorite counselor.”

You snorted, “Really? I recall Ned being everyone’s favorite last year.”

Peter faked a frown, “The man can make a mean s’ more.” 

Absentmindedly, your hand touched his and you moved it away quickly. Too quickly, “You’re right,” you coughed awkwardly, “Today will be good.”

Something clicked, you could see it in his eyes that something had shifted. 

“Do you want to come on a drive with me tonight, after everyone’s in bed. I have a view I want to show you.”

“Isn’t that not allowed?”

“I’m head counselor, Y/N. Plus, I’m Spiderman. Who’s gonna fire me?” 

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, but we’re back before midnight.”

+

For such a techy guy, Peter’s car was more run down than you expected, “What? She’s a passion project,” He said, touching the dash as if he believed the car was actually a person. 

Peter was right, you had a great day. The kids loved you and you even had one of Ned’s famous s' mores. You had a feeling the night might even get a little better. The way Peter was looking at you was how you’d always wanted to be looked at by someone. 

The car turned on onto a dirt road and it seemed you were on it for ten minutes before suddenly a valley opened up before you. Peter parked the car so the trunk was facing an amazing view. You got out of the rusty truck with your flashlight shining for extra light. You really didn’t need it because the moon was full and the stars were shining so bright.

They illuminated the valley and the beautiful mountain range in front of you, “Wow,” your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape and Peter looked at you as if you were the cutest thing in the world. 

“Just wait,” Peter opened up the back of the pick-up trunk and there laid a bunch of blankets and pillows. He kicked off his shoes, climbing in and setting the lantern down. He patted the spot beside him, “You can see the stars better if you lay down.”

You would’ve thought this idea was the most romantic thing in the world if you didn’t get so terrified at that moment. This was like … a date. At least, to her, these weren’t things normal friends did. Not when they held your waist and looked at you like that. 

You played with your fingernails, “Uhm..” Your voice trailed off. 

Peter had already laid down, expecting you to join him. He sat up on his elbows, “Y/N?”

You could do this. 

You climbed up into the truck, crawling beside him but leaving a few feet in between you. You let the small lantern keep you separated, “D-Did you only bring me here because of what happened earlier, Peter?”

You looked up at the stars and it was breathtaking.

“No,” Peter laughed nervously. “I just … It just made me realize something.”

“Realize what?”

You turned your head and realized he was already looking at you, “That I wanted to get to know you. You were still nice to those people even after they were so rude to you. It made me …” His voice trailed off and his eyes shut as if he didn’t want to admit what was next, “It made me want to protect you.”

Was this it? The magic you always wanted. 

“You don’t … y-you, don’t have to protect me, Peter.”

He laid his hand out and you surprise yourself when you pressed your hands to his, “But I want to,” He said. 

“I don’t know how to do things like this,” You admitted. 

“It’s okay, I can show you,” Peter said quickly, “Not that I’m super experienced either. But, as you can see, I’m pretty good at choosing romantic locations.”

You blushed and he interlaced your fingers. 

You laid there for a while, pointing out constellations and making jokes about the new ones you made up. 

“There, I found it!” Peter pointed up but there were so many stars that you couldn’t tell which one he was looking at. 

“What is it?”

“It’s you, can’t you see it?” You shook your head, leaning closer to him so you could try to see from his perspective. As you moved closer, Peter turned his head towards you, “Take my word for it, it’s as beautiful as you look right now.”

You looked at him too and you stared until Peter leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. Magic. This was magic. You weren’t sure how to move your lips but you just pressed yourself further into him. 

As you pulled away to catch your breath, you smiled, “Was that good?”

Peter nodded, “Yeah,” and he pressed his lips against yours again, his hand on your waist, “I’ve wanted to do that since last summer.”

You pulled away, “You’ve liked me for that long?” 

He tried to kiss you again, pulling your body into his, “Of course, you’re so beautiful … and innocent.” And naive, you thought. You didn’t want him to think of you as innocent. You didn’t want that to be the reason he liked you. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, trying to create distance, “Peter, maybe we should go back now. What if someone notices we’re gone?” He held you tighter and your heart raced, “Peter, I-I think we’re moving too fast.”

“This is what people who like each other do, Y/N?” He buried his head into your neck and began to kiss the skin there, “You don’t like me?” His breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. 

“P-Please, please, Peter,” You begged, struggling against him. He soon was on top of you and, as you tried to escape his grasps, he pinned your arms above your head. You screamed for help and Peter only frowned. 

“No one’s gonna hear you,” He sounded annoyed. Who was this boy above you? Was he always a wolf in sheep’s skin? All these years? 

“Peter, you saved me today,” You tried to reason with him, “Don’t do this.”

He held your legs down as he ripped off your shorts with ease, “White panties? I should’ve known,” This was what he wanted. To steal your innocence and to hold that title forever. He spread your legs with his own. 

His eyes hovered above your own, his eyes staring right into, “What do you think people will believe? This story or that an innocent little girl like you wanted to lose her virginity with the boy she’s always had a crush on. Who do you think they’ll believe, you or me?”

You cried out but he shushed you by forcing his lips on you. You bit his lip and he pulled away, fuming and his grip on your wrist tightened, “We’re gonna have fun these three weeks,” He pulled off your panties next, stuffing them into your mouth to muffle your screams, “I’ll be gentle if you stop struggling, Y/N. I know it’s your first time.”

He positioned himself between your legs, pulling down his own shorts before feeling your sex with his fingers. He tested your reaction, watched you flinch as he stimulated that foreign part of your body, “I bet you haven’t even masturbated,” Peter growled, “Jesus.” He could probably finish just with the idea of you being so tight. 

He positioned himself at your entrance and you felt just how hard he was. You closed your eyes tight but they shot open as he slowly entered you. You struggled but that only made it worse. You were still, the pain ripping through your lower region. Tears were spilling out of your eyes. 

He didn’t need to hold you down anymore, his body was pressed against yours now and you felt too helpless to fight it anymore, “You’re gonna be mine, Y/N,” Peter whispered in your ear, tasting your tears with his tongue, “Only mine.”

As he rubbed your sensitive area and moved in and out, you hated that you were getting used to it. You hated that it was starting to feel pleasure. Peter noticed that you were getting wet and that only made him start to thrust his hips faster. 

Something began building in your core and you thought you might explode. Your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid. You tightened around Peter’s member, milking his climax out of him as you did the same but against your will. Peter slammed his hand down beside your head, groaning loudly as he finished inside of you.

You were his for the rest of camp and you were not to tell anyone what happened. 

“This is gonna be such a good summer, Y/N.”

+

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[eutaerpe]

the escapades (m)

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings—  smut (oral, fingering, orgasm denial) & college!au, fratboy!jimin, brief e2l, brief ewb, acr universe

summary —  the one where there’s a lot of unresolved sexual tension, until there isn’t.

notes — 8.3k words of the happiness before the storm i couldn’t write. i realised halfway through this there’s a slight plotwise change in comparison to what i wrote in acr so. yeah. sorry. kudos to you if you find it lol

The first time it happens, you’re pretending to be someone you’re not.

You’re sitting near the end of the table, crossing your legs and playing with the hem of your dress, your lips twisted into a frown. The real reason lying behind the simple decision of having a single, almost infinite table of guests doesn’t, in the slightest, cross your mind; why your idiotic brother would see this as a delightful idea really is above you, but you suppose the valuable genes in the family runs all in your DNA.

You’re playing with the table decorations while waiting for the guests to come, and it’s so fucking boring you regret telling Seulgi no, babe, what the fuck - you even shook your head and decided to sound extra mad at the idea - I won’t sneak in weed.

Too bad for you, she had answered, a cute pout on her lips, I’ll give you an hour before you’re bored out of your mind.

The truth hangs above your head, with a sheepish grin: you just needed ten minutes to be absolutely, drastically bored.

In hindsight, sneaking in weed wouldn’t have been the worst idea: your mother is talking to the in laws, gesticulating excitedly at the idea of kids right after marriage. What the fuck, you text Seulgi, at home trying to get out of bed, my brother has been married for an hour and there’s already baby talk going on at the table.

 Seulgi

[12.49]

With the baby talk comes the dick talk

 You

[12.49]

Oh no the dick talk

 Seulgi

[12.50]

man how can you survive your relatives talking about nonexistent boyfriends without my weed, damn???

 You

[12.50]

option a: I’ll tell them I’m dating you

 Seulgi

[12.50]

we kissed ONE time

 You

[12.50]

option b: I’ll tell them I’m in a relationship with Jeon jungkook

 Seulgi

[12.50]

bitch we both know you’re not in a relationship with the hottest guy on campus. he has dimples and long hair and piercings. my sources can even confirm he has a big dick. what do U Have

 You

[12.51]

i was talking about my vibrator but go off lmao

anyway I’ve had that D ;)

 Seulgi

[12.51]

you’re officially cancelled

when did this happen? I can’t believe you’re telling me over text!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 You

[12.51]

last semester!!!!! why do you think I’ve named my vib after him!!!!!!

 Seulgi

[12.52]

because you’re lusting after him like the rest of us mortals!!!!!!!!!!

 You

[12.52]

I’ve upgraded since then. I’ve leveled up. I’ve seen things People Can’t Even Imagine

 Seulgi

[12.52]

just say he got u off and go

 You

[12.52]

;p

anyway option c: I scare them away by saying controversial things. Id est: I don’t believe in love. I am choosing my partner solely judging their abilities to finger me under a table when people are around. I am secretly lusting after my brother’s wife. I am trying to get impregnated like in The Sims 2 aka I am waiting for that alien dick.

 Seulgi

[12.52]

hate to break it to you babe but that’s literally who you are

 You

[12.52]

i

I literally compliment joohyun’s boobs once and this is the treatment I get

 Seulgi

[12.52]

are we not gonna talk about your alien dick kink

 You

[12.52]

no kink shaming in this house lady

option d: I listen to their complaints and run

 Seulgi

[12.53]

option dick

man sorry I meant option d

 You

[12.53]

you didn’t

 Seulgi

[12.54]

ur right I didn’t

 Option e, also known as I’ll entertain the other guests so I don’t have to talk to you, presents itself in the form of one very hot, very ripped young man sporting the most expensive shirt in the room. You’re only human when you admit to yourself, mental sigh, that he ticked all the let’s get y/n horny requirements in less than fifteen seconds.

You can’t believe Joohyun has kept him hidden for so long from you. Such betrayal ends when your brother, Kim fucking Seokjin, hugs him tight and brushes with utter affection the nape of his neck, gracing him with a warm smile and a heartfelt laugh.

You can’t believe Seokjin has kept him hidden for so long from you.

Well. Scratch that. You can.

Suddenly, the ticked requirements disappear and a giant neon sentence with a very cheap background music impose themselves in your head. WHAT A TURN OFF! they read, the neon red words mocking you; you steal a glance at your brother’s acquaintance one more time - one last time - before slipping your phone in your hands and dedicating yourself one more time at your Instagram feed, scrolling through the most recent pics.

(You stumble upon an extremely rare Jungkook selfie, and you hate to admit you spend the following thirty seconds admiring him before tapping twice on the quality content you’ve signed up for when you joined the social)

You suppose that, even though your brother’s friends with fuckboy tendencies are signed off your let’s get to know each other better ;) list, it doesn’t mean the same goes for them.

So, when the dark-haired young man with a jawline sharper than Seulgi’s retorts after her third beer sits next to you, you reckon you shouldn’t be that surprised.

He acts all casual, you notice while discreetly looking at him; he’s busy taking off his jacket and flexing his muscles, all of this while pretending not to notice you, and you find it immensely cute.

Ah, fuckboys.

“Fuck,” he rasps, lips twisted in a crooked smile, “I didn’t think it would be this hot today.”

“Yeah, sorry, the heat is on me.”

He chuckles in disbelief at your words, eyes turning into crescents.

“Right, there’s always the girl stealing the bride’s spotlight at weddings.”

“Oh! That’s me,” you nod enthusiastically, “That’s one hundred percent me.”

“Groom or bride?” He asks, pointing at the couple with his chin.

“What do you think?”

He looks at you funny, pressing his back on the seat, pondering in silence. Cute.

“Bride. One of Bae’s sorority sisters, maybe? You seem too young to be her age, though.”

“Damn,” you exhale, crossing your arms under your chest, “I can’t believe you got it all wrong. The expectations were low, but I’m still disappointed.”

He ducks his head, still smiling. “Then it’s the groom. How do you know Seokjin?”

Your eyes twinkle with excitement at your next words, but honestly, who can blame you? You’re having fun with this lost, cute chick.

“What’s your take, officer?”

He erupts into a laugh, and you drink in his handsome features; fuck you, Seokjin, for being friends with fuckboys only.

“Alright,” he punches the bridge of his nose, scanning the room, which is slowly filling with other guests. “I’m his friend, and I know all of his friends, which can only mean one thing: option a, you’re one of his ex-girlfriends; option b, you’re one of his secret hook-ups; option c, you’re an old friend from high school.”

“Oooh,” you beam, unrealistically intrigued, “You really suck at guessing, don’t you?”

He laughs, passing a hand through his dark locks, messing his perfectly styled hair. “Ok, fair. Which one was the closest, then?”

“Option d, of course.” You nod, relaxing your features into a sheepish grin, “I’m his much more beautiful and smarter sister.”

You exam his face, now twisting into some sort of what the fuck, such betrayal look, and you take in, for the last time – really the last, this time – his attractive, sculptured face, his full lips, the smoothness of his skin. It’s awful and unfair knowing you two won’t cross paths ever again in your lives, but at least you had some fun messing with him before things could worsen.

“I’ll be sitting in the middle of the table, with my family, if you want to avoid me.”

You wink at him for good measure, and you swear to god he blushes.

 Half a wine bottle and two flutes of prosecco down, you realise you underestimated your resident fuckboy.

It happens when you’re grabbing your napkin and channelling your dreamy, happy looks towards the newlyweds, dancing in the middle of the room, their eyes gravitating only towards the love of their lives.

You sigh, pouting for the smallest of fractions, when you feel someone sitting at your side.

“You know,” Fuckboy begins, and you picture him licking his lips as he pauses, “Now I get why he never told us anything more than: I’m not an only child.”

“I know,” you exhale, turning to face him, “Seokwon is the real catch of our family. We’re really protective of him.”

“He’s married. With kids.”

“I was there when the twins opened their eyes, thank you.”

“We thought you were either a small kid or a forty years old woman.”

“Wait,” you tilt your head, “How did you know about us then? And who’s we?”

“We dug into his stuff and he caved in, admitting he had a brother and a sister.” Fuckboy looks at you, eyes dark but reflecting the dim lights of the function room, “Us. The frat guys.”

“Right, the fuckboys.”

He looks taken aback by your statement, bewildered, and you take advantage of his reaction to stand up and head away from him. It’s his words that stop you from doing so, though.

“You don’t know us—”

“—except I do know your pledges and your brothers.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“Maybe,” you shrug, “I prefer to steer away from my brother’s friends, though.”

“Right,” he says, tightening his lips in a hard line, almost hurt, “So, who am I to interfere with your judgmental thinking?” He clicks his tongue, then, a resolute exhale slipping past his lips, smothered by his own tingling despair.

The words hurt.

You don’t know what exactly pinched your senses hard, if the tone or the wallowing sadness swimming in his expression, but, as he stands up and leaves, you’re left facing the cold, hard truth.

The words hurt, you hurt, and you feel guilty.

You say nothing, glancing in the direction of the first alcoholic beverage around, and you fill yourself a glass.

Had it been someone else – had it been another sentence, another less sickening scenario, you would’ve felt proud, righteous. You’re, instead, on the other side of the feelings spectrum, all filled with crippling guilt and a nauseous, pervasive feeling you can’t quite name and pin down.

The guests are dancing around you, moving hand in hand to the rhythm of the pop love song now playing; the ballroom is packed when you let your impulsive side make a choice, eyes following the guy’s composed figure. You can drastically feel the sweat, and the heat the people are radiating, when you stand up and move towards him, the only smiling boy passing his glass from a hand to the other.

You’re close enough to tap his wrist and brush your fingers, which you do; it elicits a gasp from him, all soft, not scathing around the edges yet able to bite you, anyway. It’s the guilt, you remind yourself, looking for a sign of some sort of inclination to accept your apologies between the crease of his brows and tight jaw, and everywhere in between.

It’s sickening—this boy didn’t exist four fucking hours ago. It didn’t even cross your wildest dreams, someone like him. His shape – his silhouette – has left a print in your mind, and no matter how hard you try focusing on something else, someone else, your mind keeps going back to the shape itself.

But you’re a coward, so, while he lets you intertwine your fingers, you admit, voice loud: “I wanna dance.”

He handles you properly, kindly, before pushing you in the crowd and brushing your hips with his hands, all rings and jewellery adorning them.

He blinks twice, biting the insides of his mouth, but he manages,

“Who says I wanna dance?”

Which is a bit stupid, or hypocritic if you might, because he’s swaying you to the rhythm of a ballad the pop love song turned into. You break into the smallest of smiles.

“I want to apologize.”

He scoffs. “I don’t know you,” he says, funnily enough, “But that seems almost unlikely, coming from you.”

“Yeah, you got me there, officer. I was, uhm,” you stare blatantly at his neck, and you suppress the desire to stroke your fingers’ pads on his soft skin, “I was out of line. I’m sorry. You were right, I don’t know you. I do know your frat brothers, my own brother, but that doesn’t mean I know you.”

He hums, moving for a small fraction of instants his thumbs on your hips and it’s enough for your breath to catch into your own throat. He nods, which could mean anything, from I accept your apology to go fuck yourself, this is bullshit. You prefer the former option, if you’re being honest, which is the answer you settle for in your head, hazed and absolutely hazed and madly hazed because of his small physical contact.

To put this into the simplest terms, Seulgi’s words, you don’t like this.

“I like dancing,” his eyes tower you and gaze at the other people dancing; you wonder if he’s thinking about them, who they are to you, what role they played in Seokjin’s life, if they’ll show up to your wedding, too. These thoughts popped into your mind unannounced, before, at the table, before the not-really-fuckboy sat next to you and made you feel guilty. Such absurdity; yet here you are, in his arms. Oh god, what would Seulgi think of you if she saw you?

“Good to know, I’m awful at shoulder-hips coordination.”

“Shoulder-hips coordination?” he inquiries, lips parted.

“Uh, body rolls?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “I see, you mean classy grinding.”

“I don’t do classy grinding, sorry,” you retort, head tilted to a side.

His smile his amused. “Too bad, shoulder-hips coordination is a nice trait to exhibit sometimes.”

“I prefer hips coordination. Well, hips rotation.”

“Hips rotation?”

“Riding? Is the term somehow unfamiliar to you?”

He flushes, biting back a grin and fixing his gaze somewhere in the crowd. How cute.

“Not at all, it’s nice to meet a hips rotation enthusiast here, though.”

“Statistics say at least a member in each family is a riding enthusiast, did you know?”

“Shit, talk dirty to me,” he licks his lips, pointing at Jin with his chin, “Didn’t peg him for a rider, though. Not at all.”

“I’m starting to think you’re not a STEM major, are you? You’re lacking basic intuition, my friend.”

“Is this your attempt of discovering my major?” – he eyes you, a flick of amusement burning in his orbs – “You’re not very smooth, you know?”

“I have my moments.”

He snorts, placing both hands on the small of your back. You’re at height level with the base of his neck, and it’s fun how your mind betrays you in such moments, providing mental images of your nose brushing against his skin, and you nuzzling in the crook of his neck. Such taunting, invasive pictures. Fuck off, you reprimand your own mind, fuck off.

“I’m Jimin.”

“Jimin,” you taste the name on your tongue, hitting the back of your front teeth. “Jin never talked about you. I’m Y/N.”

“Jin never talked about you either.”

“Of course he never did, I’m prettier than he is.”

His little dimples make an appearance. “You know, you could really steal the bride’s spotlight.”

“That was my ultimate goal all along, even though I prefer the dark side.”

“I,” he licks his lips, and you don’t know why you’re following the gesture, “I meant to say you’re beautiful.”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, eyebrows raising, “Are you a charmer?”

“I mean,” he begins, sheepish smile on display, “I never kiss and tell.”

“Touching.” He smirks. “How sweet of you.”

“You know what else is sweet?”

“Please,” you beg, meeting his eyes, “Don’t say my pussy.”

“Please,” he repeats, same mocking tone, “The possibilities are endless. Your mouth,” he scoots closer, words whispered on the shell of your ear, “Your mouth around my dick,” he almost nibbles your ear, “Your mouth screaming my name.”

“My pussy,” you add, trying not to lose your mind.

“I would never call sweet something I’ve not tasted.”

He raises a brow.

“Are you offering? You’re not very smooth, you know?”

He ignores the last question, tightening his grip. “In the middle of your brother’s wedding? Seokjin’s wedding? I’m not a dick, even though you sitting on my face would be a sight to see.”

“Right?” your voice doesn’t falter for a second, “That’s what I always say”

“Nice to see how we’ve got much in common. But I was thinking of something else, actually—” His face is once again inches away from yours, ear to mouth, hot breath fanning over you bare neck. “I wanna finger you.”

Oh.

“Under the table. Right behind you. Wanna make you whimper.”

It’s almost like being tongue-tied, fumbling for words, body flushing, but you gather somewhere the strength to form an actual sentence, which makes him smirk devilishly.

“I can be very quiet.”

He pokes his tongue into his cheek. “Bet you can’t keep your pretty mouth shut.”

“When I win,” you say, lying your words on an unrealistically high vote of confidence, even for yourself, “What do I get?”

He licks his lips, slow, savouring the moment. “You get to ride my face.”

“Not your dick?”

“I’m not a fuckboy, baby.”

A comeback of some kind is already on your tongue, but – there’s a kiss somewhere in the following seconds, all wet and tingling and perhaps filled with too many lip bites, but he can’t really blame you when you’ve been brushing your thighs together for the past minute, heat pooling down your belly. It’s enough for you to silently pledge for more, and for him to tease, because he takes a step back, smirk in place and lips reddened, and guides you towards his seat at the end of the table with a hand on the small of your back.

Downhill begins as soon as you sit down, legs barely parted, a minimum space not fitting for his plans, apparently, because the crease between Jimin’s eyebrows grows when he nudges them apart with his hand, the cold metal of his rings cooling down your flushed state. You want to gasp at the sudden intrusion, but the sound is swallowed entirely by his hot mouth on yours, distracting once again, incredibly soft and alluring. This kiss is slow, this time, like he’s taking his time tasting you and learning about the hums he draws out of you, the shyness of your previously biting tongue, and how fast you get lost in the kiss itself. You press a chaste kiss on his mouth, before creaking a space between you.

“I’m starting to think you’re all bark and no bite”

He doesn’t answer, but stares into your eyes with his hooded gaze, and he manages to sneak a hand furtively under your dress not breaking the contact. His skin is warm, but you’re warmer, and his destination is even hotter. He cocks his head, fingers brushing against the soaked, sticking material you used to call panties up until fifteen minutes ago, and he must notice—his eyes grow wider, his jaw tightens and his hand gains courage.

Fuck. This should be embarrassing, getting worked up over dirty innuendos and a kiss or two, but you’re instead feeling flushed and more. More sensitive. More open to the idea of him ruining you, even though that’s not what he’s offering. Or— is he?

The question lies unanswered when his digits rub with a sparkled intensity over both your clothed sex and your inner thighs. It’s a continuous, mellifluous melody, his fingers dancing between the two until he settles on your panties only, and that’s when you almost let out a soft moan; you don’t, he raises his brow, challenging, but you don’t, and instead glance around to notice if someone has his eyes on the both of you, sitting in the furthest region of the fucking smart, endless table.

He raises the stake, flushed: Jimin pushes your panties on one side, petting with his index your exposed self, and you suck in a breath. He continues to do so, face still, closing the distance between you two.

You don’t question the sudden kiss, instead you angle your face and close your eyes and let him press his lips on you. This feels like being drunk, or high, stretching underneath a sky dripping with stars. You cup his face with your hands, his lips so terribly soft and inviting, the smallest of smiles meeting your own chapped and curved upwards lips.

It’s when you’re merely inches away from him that he thumbs at your clit, sensitive and tingling, circling with utmost peace and no speed whatsoever. You pout at little, you realize, which makes him melt either cause of your cute frown -oh, how the tables have turned- or simply because he’s the devil himself, pressing a finger against your entrance and delving it into your heat.

“Cute,” he purrs, kissing you, “Is this okay?”

The crude, hot, nerve-wracking fingering has begun, which makes you, quickly enough, putty in his hands and ablaze with ardour for this man whose rasping voice could kill you.

“Yeah,” you breathe on his mouth, eyelids drooping closed, “Yeah, all good.”

You hum to yourself as he starts pressing kisses on your jaw and your neck, a trail of treacherous flames lighting up your skin, and you have the audacity to sigh under his ministrations, a tiny, strained sound not quite a mewl.

If he hears, he doesn’t show it. You’re biting your own lip when he enters a second finger, filling your searing emptiness.

“Want three?” he asks, voice husky and as desperate as you are under his touch. He adds it when you nod, the squelch louder than before, and you moan, rocking your hips against his fingers.

“Shh, baby,” he coos, placing his other hand on your hips, slowing your movements, “Be a good girl.”

He fucks you deep, fast, fingers clashing against the silky dress you’re wearing and sweat sparkling on his forehead. He swallows another moans of yours, sucking your bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth. You’re close. You’re so close, and it’s only been a couple minutes. You can’t hear anything that isn’t your wet pussy clenching around his fingers, his rhythm ruthless and burning.

“Too bad you’re not coming on my fingers, today,” he says before kissing your neck and emptying your dripping pussy, then proceeding to taste and lick his own fingers in his mouth. He lets them out with a small pop, and it’s the most terrifying sight you’ve ever had in front of your almost watering eyes. “I’m sorry I won the bet, though, your pussy is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted.”

That’s the high and dry story of how you first met Jimin.

/

 The second time it happens, it’s under completely different circumstances, and, substantially, against your every predictions, it really happens. It takes place, like a once in a lifetime event: there’s an orgasm involved, not due to the very charming and never disappointing Jeon jungkook the robotic version, and instead it involves a rather attractive asshole with a persistent smirk plastered on his face.

Except it’s a lot more complicated than what it sounds, and most of it is Seulgi’s fault.

Your roommate had pouted all evening, because that’s what semi adults do when they’re denied a companion for the night.

“I just wanna get wasted. It’s been one hell of a month, and you know how I get when I’m stressed.”

“I can suggest you a vibrator and a bottle of vodka. Do you settle for that, your honor?”

“The more you talk like this,” all self-absorbed and assertive and cautiously, like when talking to a kid, she begins, hands in her long, mahogany hair, “the more I just wanna push you up against the wall.”

“Sounds to me you just wanna get laid.”

“Maybe I do,” she huffs, hands on her hips, the light of your abat-jour highlighting her golden skin. “Maybe I don’t. What I know is that I wanna get wasted. Come with me, pretty please?”

“Look,” you raise your eyes from the book you’ve been holding, stretching a leg onto the unmade bed of yours, “I just wanna get this fucking paper done. I need,” you grip the phone on the bed table, checking for the white, large numbers on your lock screen, “an hour. An hour and half to edit it and I’m all yours.”

“This paper is due on Thursday, though.”

“Yeah, but I have a reputation to uphold in the family. Have to be the most beautiful and successful.”

“You’re full of shit,” are her last words, muttered with a smile as she grabs her jacket.

“Hey,” you call, stretching your neck towards her, “I don’t care if it’s two am and you’re already wasted. Call me and I’ll come to you with a whole bottle of vodka to make it up to you. Hell, I’ll even kiss you goodnight.”

“I don’t wanna make out with you, you freak.”

“You didn’t say that last time, baby!”

 Seulgi

[2.13]

wassup bitch

make out with meeeeeeeeeeeeee

[location shared]

com n get me littl nuggrt

 Not Sober Seulgi is probably the worst Seulgi you have ever dealt with. You let out a sigh, eyeing the frat dorm all lit up and vibrating to the trashy trap music the insiders are jamming to.

Of course, when it comes to Not Sober Seulgi, there’s boys involved. Frat boys involved. At first, you don’t pay attention to the details, the signs, surrounding you like blinding traffic lights signalling stop stop stop, all red and striking. The thought doesn’t cross your mind, the dots connecting in some hidden part of your brain not making your insides short circuit—instead you’re knocking on the door, then banging on the very wooden entrance until a face shows up; the dorm is dimly lit, and the face is partially lightened by a soft, hued red and, that, too, Future You pinpoints, should have been a sign.

It’s useless, anyway, because you hear the insider talk and you’re burning instantly, like after touching a steaming, hot cup of coffee, except that bitter coffee is still good coffee. Smug Jimin plus bitter you isn’t really sweet, nor a match made in heaven. It’s chaotic, a caustic explosion, and you both know it, judging from the sharp smile he offers you, after blinking lazily at your figure.

“This is a mixer party only,” his soothing voice welcomes you, “Do you have an invite?”

You press your tongue on your teeth, mouth carefully closed.

“Yeah, from Hell, I’ve come to take a fallen angel.”

“Sorry to break it to you, oh-kind-lady, but we didn’t give any invite to poor, damned souls.”

“Too bad I don’t give a fuck about your policies, then,” you move towards the small space between the door and Jimin’s body, but he interferes, placing himself right between the two. “Look, I don’t give a single fuck about this party.”

“Yeah, it sure looks like it.”

You roll your eyes. “My friend is here. She’s most certainly not sober and I’ve come to pick her up. That’s it. Do you think I want to be here, among these drunk, perverted jocks?”

He turns around, stretching his neck, his eyes darting through the crowd, inhibited by alcohol, smelling like cheap beer and weed. The moment his eyes bore into yours, though, it’s terrifying; it’s a rustled reminder of Seokjin’s wedding Jimin, and you don’t like it. You loathe it. You dread it.

“Maybe only some of us.”

He tips his head, lips curving into a timid, small smile, and you tear your gaze from his lips in a heartbeat.

“Yeah, keep dreaming of it. I just want my friend back.” You point your chin towards the amalgam of drunk party animals, “I’ll leave you to your immensely interesting activities, then.”

“What if,” he begins, “You don’t. Or—even better scenario, you leave with me.”

“Best case scenario, I leave with my friend. You stay here.”

“What’s the worst-case scenario, then?”

You cock a brow at him, crossing your arms on your chest. “I leave with my friend, you stay here. Sometime before me leaving, you’re punched. Or kicked. I don’t know. There’s a high chance I’ll throw a drink on you.”

“That implies you’ll be here long enough to grab a drink, doesn’t it? And you don’t have to ruin my shirt to get me naked, babe. Just ask nicely.”

You huff, and you’re mildly tempted to shove him against a wall. Or ruin him. Not in the funny way. More like the high and dry way, the one he knows so well. “I changed my mind, I’ll kick you.”

“Ask nicely?” His teasing tone makes your cheeks flush, and you hope the shitplace with subdued lightening can cover it. His expression shifts into an arrogant one, full smirk and little dimples out, so your cute guess is that he can see. He sees his effect on you, albeit completely unwanted and full of hatred from your side, and he enjoys it. Actually lulls in it, letting out a small laugh which, in turn, makes his eyes turn into crescents, all warm and cute—all things he’s not. All things you know he’s not.

“Ask nicely,” you repeat, rolling the words on your tongue, “Okay, babe. Let’s do this, babe. What do you want from me, babe?”

“Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the answer is you?”

“Yes, actually,” you sigh, fingers brushing his neck, face comically close to his perfect, chiselled one, “That’s exactly what I thought when you stopped fingering me.”

“Right,” Jimin has the audacity to smile, craning his neck as if to close the distance between you in order to meet you for a kiss, “I’m a man of word, thought. You should be impressed.”

“I’m pretty sure the only thing that’s impressed is your face under the orgasm denial definition. Google it, babe, I guarantee you the meaning comes with your name and a brilliant review of one star.”

“Unlike you.” He licks his lips, eyes on your pretty pink ones, smeared with venom, “You’re not coming.” He explains, to further ignite your rage.

“And whose fault is that, babe?”

Jimin nuzzles into your neck, cupping your other cheek with his rough palm, and his thumb stills on your throat, right where your breath is stuck. He adds pressure on it, lips fondling your burning skin, his usual smirk plastered on them.

“Let me make it up to you.”

“You’re not fucking me,” you spit back, mouth now millimetres away from his, gently inviting you to kiss it, and cherish it, and biting it until you’re satisfied with the hot result.

“I’ll eat you out? Until you come.” He hums. “You’ll come.”

His voice is a mere strangled sound, wanting and dripping with need, and you snap out of it with a small smile.

“Nice offer,” your smile is wicked as you scrape his nape with a feathery touch, the slow movement rousing a flutter in your lower belly. “But get in line, babe.”

His shell-shocked face is the last thing you see before you fulfil the let’s rescue Seulgi! party.

 (“Why do you smell like softener?” Seulgi sniffs you, arms looped loosely around your neck, eyes completely shut down. It’s a nice sight, all things considered. You’re no angel, no saint, no perfect person, but you’re a nice friend, and that’s probably the most Seokjin trait you recognize in yourself. It’s your shared apartment, and it’s past 3 am and you’re the one good friend who keeps her promises. “It’s strawberry vodka, you heathen.”)

 The line turns out to be a real line, queue line, let’s get this coffee line, which, well. How can one word it, how can one phrase it fully catching the irony of it all, the distinctive je ne sais quoi of life without—

“Nice to see you here.”

It’s the perfect set for a rom-com, you notice, taking in the warm scenery around you. What else can one dream of, right? The campus coffee shop, the campus hot not-really-but-also-kinda fuckboy Jimin, partial jock to give him credit, full time attractive idiot with a tendency for orgasm denial. Really.

“What are the chances?” You exhale, voice devoid of emotions. For the sake of your parents’ integrity, you suppose, because they raised no impolite woman, of course, you turn around to face the angel-like human being, black hair partially covering his forehead, little dimples on full display. That’s—that is lack of integrity, or indecency or au-fucking-dacity. It might as well be a mix of the above-mentioned possibilities, all fitting and nurturing you because he’s gorgeous. He’s handsome. Jimin’s the most attractive human being you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s not fair.

(Beside the fact that you’ve lived with Kim Seokjin, for fuck’s sake)

He pokes his own cheek, and you bask into the otherworldly scenario that takes place right in front of your caffeine deprived eyes. It’s a sight for sore, soft eyes, and it’s the end of the world as you know it, because it’s morning, too early to properly function like a normal human being, but there he is. There he is, Jimin, channelling his inner boyfriend material aura, oozing off boyfriend smell, nice, fresh, aftershave smell, rocking a stupid sweater and the messiest black mop of hair.

It’s honestly a tragedy, and you won’t stand for it. You will make a move—

“You’re squinting your eyes, like, real tight. Are you alright?”

Just ogling you, your drowsy mind offers, the fucking cheater.

“Yeah,” you reply, swallowing a lump in your dry throat, “Just need coffee. A latte. Anything.”

You move forward in the queue, and as you blink you realize it’s your turn, until it’s not anymore. Jimin carefully and gently moves you out of the way, brushing with the softest touch your side.

“A latte and an iced americano, please.”

The sweetened order for two turns into a hushed thank you, a tipped smile, a flutter of you heart. It’s drinks still half full, his curious gaze darting on your lips, your defences down. It’s unfair, because in a hot second all this pent-up tension shifts into a light, chaste kiss, your back pressed against the coffee shop’s restroom; your chest heaves under his tantalizing make-out session with your neck, followed by his frantic lips pressing on yours, his tongue licking lazily into your mouth, a gasp easing its way out of your warm and eager mouth. It’s a hot-blooded supercut, each frame announced by a starving moan, a content sigh, and, before you realise it, you’re on your bed, Jimin hovering on top of you.

It’s Saturday morning, you hum to yourself, fingers sliding into his hair, all’s in check. There’s a warm body slumped on yours, his tongue swerving on your lower lip and his hips shyly bucking between your open legs. Your panties are drenched, you can feel his hard on through the jeans and, really, all’s in check.

He nudges your nose with his. “Lemme eat you out.”

The answer lies sitting on the tip of your tongue, right next to an obnoxious remark that you hope will rile him up enough for him to rip your underwear, which you definitely won’t complain about. However, the words don’t come out, they slur in your craving mouth the second he gets up and shoves you toward the end of your unmade bed, spreading your naked legs open with his calloused palms.

“Nice skirt,” he comments, voice a rasp, eyeing the drenched, lilac underwear, skirt at this point gone up to cover your stomach. “I just want…”

He shuffles closer, enough for you to feel his hot breath on your core, and that’s when Jimin pulls the panties on a side, teasing you with little licks to your entrance. You’re responsive, too eager for anything to quench your thirst that you sigh happily at the barest of actions, gripping strands of his hair. Jimin chuckles, engulfing the throbbing clit in his mouth in one go and drawing desperate moans out of your cute, devilish mouth.

“Fuckboy move,” you emit, voice cracking at the pressure of his warm mouth, “Oh, oh. Fuck…”

He replies flattening his tongue on your core, then licking and lapping against your dripping folds. Jimin positively glows at the cries you let out, face slobbering with your arousal while driving you insane, fucking with his tongue like his life depended on it. It’s almost a spiritual experience, a crescendo of wails and sobs, his face drown in your pussy and his tongue paying reverence to your approaching orgasm. He can feel it in the way you writhe, in his hand splaying over your stomach, keeping you still while he eats you religiously, forehead beaded with sweat.

You come with a trembling hand in his hair, the other flicking your bare nipple, back slightly arched and a lewd mewl; Jimin takes in the way your body trembles, your breath all staggered because of him, and the sight alone is enough for him to cum in his pants with a grunt, completely untouched.

The second time it happens is, coincidentally, the first time Jimin knows there’s no turning back from this.

/

Complicated is a big word when it comes to relationship, you reckon, emitting something akin to a gasp, truly soap operas worthy material, but, for the first time in your life, you decide to name it this way.

Being with Jimin is… complicated, for starters. Especially because you’re not with Jimin, in the strict, relationship-wise meaning. He knows your favourite colour (“Why the fuck you only own purple underwear?” “It’s lilac, dick, watch your mouth.” “Watch your own mouth, babe. You’re the one on your knees.”), your favourite food (“But you like having your mouth stuffed with my cock, honey.” You sigh, blushing. “First of all, I’m talking about real food. That amazing steak kind of food—“

“I’ll show you real meat, babe.”

“Gross. Gross. How can I cancel the last five seconds of my life?”

“Come here, Jared, nineteen,” he half smiles, tilting his head, “I’ll get us fries.”), your favourite movie (“We can’t get each other off every time your ugly paper cap fits—oh,” you suck in a breath, Jimin flicking his tongue on your turgid nipple, “oh, god, don’t stop.”), your best friend’s name (“I condone you dicking her so good she sometimes cries, you know, I just don’t when I’m in the room next to hers and all I can hear is my best friend trying to formulate a single coherent word but failing because you’re pounding her mercilessly into the mattress.” Jimin chuckles, grabbing his jacket before holding the doorknob. “She begged, Seulgi.”)—so what? It’s not like you sat down and decided not to ask each other dumb questions, so that you could find out in the funny, kinky way. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even decide on anything, didn’t even talk about talking, because the relationship related shit didn’t even cross your mind.

It’s even quite fucking hard for it to cross it, because half the time you’re together you’re either both naked – except for the time he pleaded for the tartan mini to stay – or stuffing your mouth with food—because, if there’s something you’ve learned after one too many hook-ups with him is that this kind of sex requires strength. Like, actual, physical strength, if we’re not talking about the this test is draining me please fuck me until I can’t walk sex. Which, yeah, 10/10 would recommend. That was the day Seulgi decided to invest in ear plugs while muttering capitalism, here I come.

You also came.

Funnily enough, guess who also came. Not in the funny, kinky way. Think about the grossest thing, imagine the beyond the bounds of possibility, sprinkle it with Jimin earnestly shoving his dick down your throat, stir it with a poor Taehyung brushing his teeth next to the both of you, a step away from the shower, and serve it on the most expensive plate in the kitchen, a recipe not approved by Kim Seokjin.

Yeah, you mentally roll your eyes, licking your lips clean, at eye-level with your sorta enemy with benefits’ pretty dick: the married brother of yours, former fratboy, taller than your current will to live.

In hindsight, maybe it is Seokjin’s fault. Once you’re married, you’re supposed to be committed to the cause, and sometimes, an angry little crumb in you finds the audacity to speak, the cause is made up of your four walls: ergo home, ergo your married life, miles away from the absurdity that once filled his university days. You’re being hypocritical, you realize, skin wet, body trembling. In the simplest, most hedonistic terms, you’re done with the chaos in this fraternity and just wished that hooking up was easier. It’s more than a stolen orgasm, a random spur of pleasure and free de-stresser; it’s also something not quite like art but just as peculiar. Sex with Jimin is more than nice, more than a fast rummage of clothes on the floor and panties teared, or condoms stuffed in every single pocket of his jacket.

It should also be noticed that it’s been one hell of a stressful week, okay, which means that it’s one of those times you seek for naked intimacy, in its least literal meaning. You’re looking for something sure, something silent, something earnest. Jimin gives you that in the simplest of forms, in the easiest of ways. It’s not fair for your brother to come unannounced and burst into the house with his adorable laugh and love for his own brothers. Way to ruin the moment, bro.

Jimin blinks attentively when Taehyung laughs, clapping his hands all happy and following the elder’s voice outside the bathroom.

“I’m getting you my clothes.”

“Wait, what?”

His lips part just enough for his tongue to wet them, and your eyes follow in silence the gesture.

“I mean,” he starts, grabbing a towel, “You either come out with me from this bathroom or you don’t.”

He’s concise, yet harsh, words uttered with those soft lips yet are just as hot as a slap in your face. He’s telling the truth, but you soon find out you don’t really like it.

There’s something abrupt and severe in those chosen words, so well picked out because they’re not meant to hurt, but at the same time they’re so worrying. So terrible, practically as hard as a punch in your guts.

You either come out of the bathroom with him — you had been blowing minutes before, hadn’t you? Quite the intimacy, huh? — or you don’t. You stay behind. Different rooms, a whole door to separate you while he’s out with the people he cares about.

Seems legit, but. It’s unfair. You know Jimin isn’t choosing for you, but it’s obvious he’s inclined towards an option between the two, and you’re terrified to discover whether it’s his own desire pushing or what he thinks you want.

You, instead, push the thought aside when you nod, taking the towel from his hands and covering your body from this terrific half hook-up.

Because that’s what it is—that’s what you are.

It dawns upon you like a cold breeze hitting your face in full December, suddenly, and that’s when you realize winter is near. In your mind, this hooking up scenario seemed nicer. Sounded softer, a cute bubble moving slowly in the air.

But now—well, now the bubble has burst, and it feels wrong, and this unexpected wrong doesn’t feel right in your chest, and that’s the story of how you leave the house escaping from his window, in his clothes, with vision blurred by hot, stupid, idiotic tears.

/

Seulgi is the first one to notice, and, obviously, the first one to speak.

“Something’s been bothering you,” she says, head tilted in a way that’s supposed to be emphatic and worried but comes off as stiff and terrified. “Care to share?”

It’s just a wholesome amount of terrifying stuff, isn’t it? First the shower incident, now Seulgi’s ways not working around you anymore. What’s next? Avoiding Jimin for a whole week? Blocking his number? Losing the smart and beautiful title to your obnoxious brother?

You wouldn’t be surprised, really. Shit like this always happens at the same fucking time.

“It’s nothing. A stressful couple days, maybe? Or maybe I’m getting sick. There’s a guy always coughing during Physics. Maybe it’s his fault, who knows.”

Seulgi unlocks her phone, an unreadable gaze studying you. She gives up a second later, though, her weak maybe reaching your ears when you’ve already looked down on your book.

One simply cannot be annoyed because of a half hook up. Christ. You deserve better than that. You have some dignity left, tainted by everything that’s not Jimin and his harsh, stupid words.

So, your mind offers, while you squint your eyes, I suppose there’s nothing else you could do about it.

Nothing else besides acknowledging it and moving on.

Sounds like a plan. A fireproof plan, an escape plan, something detailed and precise. Planned to work out smoothly; planned to be executed without pain or mistakes.

/

It’s seven sharp when he knocks, takeout in his left hand, eyes bulging because it’s fucking freezing outside.

“It’s fucking freezing, what the fuck.” He says out loud, indeed. What he receives as an answer is the sound of your tongue clicking, the biggest amount of interest you’ve shown towards him the whole week. He would finally exhale, weren’t it for the fact that this is still pretty traumatic, because if there’s something he’s learned while orbiting around you, is that you’re constantly awake and aware of your surroundings. Your body language says that you pay attention to him, or Seulgi, or whoever you’re talking to. You follow the guy with your eyes, and you listen and nod in all the right places during a conversation, and you search for his dark gaze when he’s fucking you in the dimly lit bedroom, the bed creaking under your sweaty sex making. He’s not admitting it, he never will, and he’ll pretty much deny this to everyone who will ask but: there’s something hot about it. Something burning with the way your body reacts to him, when your eyes follow his actions, while your voice falters when he fucks you right, and it somehow pushes him to the edge every time. It’s the equivalent of Jungkook getting a boner in the gym while catching girls and boys drooling at him, except he’s talking about you and your crazy moans, your magic aura.

And yes, okay, fucking blame him, the realization alone made him jerk off in his room like a teen, twice, yesterday. That’s a fact. That’s barely a fact, alright? This is a truth; a statement soon forgot by the knowers. Obviously.

You look spent, he thinks, if he had to choose a word, dared by some arrogant deity to define the current mess you were. He glances at your barely done ponytail, at the tiredness written all over your face. He takes in your baggy sweater, your quiet beauty, knowing this is gonna be one of those nights you take a step back.

He doesn’t say anything though, instead he brushes the hair on your forehead, not even making contact with your skin.

You grab the bag from his hands, shivering instantly and hoping he doesn’t read the signs. They’re—they’re there, you know, you’re collecting them slowly, one after another, grabbing one and looking cautiously for the following one, hoping it’s not there. Hoping it doesn’t exist.

You exhale a sigh, disguising it as cough, a noise, something distracting Jimin from his silent staring, which is, funnily enough, loud and cacophonic.

“Hungry,” you state, the single word weighting more because of the soft pout on your lips. Jimin hates that he knows what it means, that it’s gonna be just the two of you this time, no chill whatsoever, no bodies touching and melting against each-other. He’s not complaining, what the fuck, he’s not an idiot. He’s not even mad, he’s just—accepting, on a level. This is the point of no return, he guesses, following you on the couch and admiring the laptop’s screen reflected on your face.

He doesn’t say anything when you search for Brooklyn 99 on Netflix, because he’d say everything, otherwise. He’d mumble something along the lines of this feels real, we could do this all the time, or, worst of all: I like this. I like you.

So, in order: he tugs at your sleeves and scoots you closer to him, and you say absolutely nothing at the gesture. He’s ecstatic on the inside, partially terrified, mostly delusional. He pretends he’s something more when you lean on him, the slightest pressure of your head on his shoulder. He cares zero fucks about the show when he’s breathing your scent in and feels how warm you are and shuts his eyelids down when he pictures you adoring him. Liking him. Liking him a whole lot more—

He’s fucked, he realises, hours later, when you doze off and he has to carry you to bed, something you claim of loathing, which—what on earth. It’s an unfathomable absurdity, that’s what it is.

“You can stay.”

His voice falters. “What?”

You cough, eyes closed as you speak sinful words: “The night, I mean. It’s fucking freezing outside.”

His lips form a small o, and it’s hot all of a sudden. “Alright,” he manages, staring at you on your bed, hands fidgety and heartbeat accelerated for some reason, “Make space for me. Hey, fucker. I’m serious. Let me in.”

You do.

(to be continued. ily)

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

More than fair. And I have read that story. It's a good one. I will write that one myself. I've been told I'm messed up in the best ways possible lol

Perhaps this. High school.. Peeta tells Finnick he needs to learn how to swim for the senior beach trip in 2 months. Finnick agrees to sneak him in after the pool closes but on the first night of the lesson, Finnick finally scores a date with Annie. Katniss accepts after realizing she can pay Peeta back for his help with a school project. The first lesson Katniss has for him? Teaching him how to float.

Lol, no worries. Write the fic you wanna read! Thanks for sending another prompt, though. I used this as an excuse to write some Peeta and Finnick friendship. Assume that Katniss is scheming here, because she is. ;)

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“So, how did it go?”

Peeta pauses his drawing but doesn’t look up as he answers, his cheeks burning in humiliation.

“Humiliating.”

“Oh come on. A chance to get all wet and slippery with your lifelong crush? Not to mention you absolutely would’ve had to, you know… talk to her. I figured you’d be singing my praises and throwing me a parade right now,” Finnick says, dropping into a seat next to Peeta, noisily dropping his lunch tray on the table.

“I talked to her last semester when we worked on that English lit project together.”

“Yeah and then you went back to pretending the other doesn’t exist while making googly eyes across the classroom. It cannot have been that bad.” 

Peeta hunches further over his sketchpad, once again wishing the world could swallow him. 

“Unless,” Finnick drags out the word until Peeta finally looks up at his soon to be former friend, “you got a boner in the pool.”

“I’d almost prefer that,” Peeta snaps and Finnick’s eyes widen.

“Dude, what happened? She said the lesson went great.”

“Yeah, well then she’s a better liar than I thought,” he says petulantly and resumes drawing. Finnick elbows him until he cracks. “She tried to teach me to float and I couldn’t!”

Finnick snorts. Peeta glares. “I was like a freaking rock, every time.”

“I could… get you floaties,” Finnick says, still laughing. Peeta feels like gouging out his so-called friend’s eyes with his pencil. Instead, he tucks it behind his ear, shoves his sketchpad in his bag and stands up in a huff. “Oh come on, man it’s funny!”

Peeta opens his mouth to retort, but he’s caught gaping and frozen when the very subject of their conversation stops in front of him.

“Hey, Peeta. Glad I caught you. We still on for this afternoon? I can squeeze in a short lesson before I have to get Prim from her ballet class.”

“Uh, yeah,” he forces the words out, adjusting his shoulder strap and conveniently elbowing Finnick in the head.

“Great. See you then,” she says. “And don’t listen to Finnick. We’ll have you swimming circles around him in no time.” Then she smiles at him.

Smiles.

In the lunchroom.

At him. The boy with his entrails currently all scrambled and a not so great friend cackling at him in amusement.

“About those floaties,” Finnick says. Katniss reaches out and snatches Finnick’s roll off the tray.

“You gonna loan him yours? Annie said they’re still in your locker,” she says before taking a bite of the roll and walking off, leaving both Finnick and Peeta staring after her.