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vanderlustwords · 4 years

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Under the Sheets

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Prompt: 9) There’s only one bed, and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling

Requester: Anonymous

Summary: Bucky spends more time out of his dorm than in it with how much his roommate amorously makes love to his girlfriend. Luckily, his cute across-the-hall neighbor is generous about lending her place to him. Bucky’s unsure if he wants to hug or kiss his roommate for putting him in the situation he is in now.

Note: Thank you for sending this in! :) This trope is the OG.

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You would say that every meeting you've had with James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes is always a series of unfortunate events.

The first time was when you were locked outside of your dorm room because you're an idiot without a roommate. Since it wasn't your first incident, you were very reluctant to call the campus security guard to let you in. You're pretty sure he hates you.

Luckily, across the hall, you had some new neighbors.

"You must be James-"

"Bucky, please," he offers you an easy, charming smile.

"Bucky, nice to meet you," you smiled back.

You had been standing outside your door for quite sometime when Bucky came back, explaining how Steve was out with his girlfriend. As it would be, Bucky knew how to pick a locked door open. You only got a laugh when you asked him about such questionable skills he had.

The next time you met Bucky was when you spilled your grocery bags all over the floor before entering into your building. Bucky seemed to just arrive home from his afternoon classes.

"This is so embarrassing," you muttered with flushed cheeks as Bucky helped you pick everything up.

"Well, no use crying over spilled milk."

"I haven't bought milk," you joked, causing him to laugh. Bucky had helped you carry your groceries in.

"No roommate?" He looked around the place, seeing how the extra room you had turned into a study room.

"Nope! Well, I mean, I had one earlier in the year, but she moved out after 3 months to transfer to another university. They didn't assign me with anyone else."

"Lucky," Bucky sighed.

"Roommate problems?" You raised your brow. You had come to know that Bucky and Steve have been friends since they were in diapers, now seemingly grown and going to university together too.

It seemed hard to believe the two friends would not like rooming together.

"Not problems, per se," Bucky licked his lips. "Just Steve likes to bring Peggy over a lot, and she stays the night often. I guess her roommate is kind of a psychopath."

You nodded slowly and understandingly. It was probably difficult to get studying done or sleep with hearing your roommate fuck at night.

"Well," you offer him a nervous smile, "you are always welcome here if you need the space to study."

"Thanks, doll."

It seems after that, Bucky took your offer quite seriously. Over the next few weeks, he would show up to your place in the evening needing some quiet to work on his papers and upcoming tests.

You certainly didn't mind the company, sometimes having the place to yourself could be a little lonely when everyone else had their roommates to hang out with.

It was almost kind of nice—an easy friendship brewing between the two of you.

The thought of dating never really crossed your mind because you weren't ignorant of the fact that Bucky was wildly popular across campus. Steve was too, but Peggy Carter was also wildly popular herself, making them a dream couple.

So, all sorts of people were trying to put themselves on Bucky's radar.

And, well, you were just you.

You were just flittering through your university life. You had friends, of course, game nights were on Friday, and went out on the occasional weekend to drink.

Really, the only time you got to spend time with Bucky was within your dorm building.

"I brought takeout!" Bucky holds up thick bags with food. You can smell the contents right away and smile.

"Thai food?" You smile, hopeful, in case you're somehow wrong.

Bucky grins at you as you let him in. He puts the bags on the counter, and you help him take the things out.

"Yeah, I saw you staring at their building while I was on the way to class the other day," he laughs. "How long did you stand there?"

You felt your cheeks warm at being caught by someone.

"Only ten minutes," you mumble.

Bucky licks his tongue against his bottom lip, smiling at you as he takes a seat.

You moan, almost a little inappropriately when you take your first bite.

"God, it's been way too long," you sigh happily as you munch away.

Bucky laughs, "For someone who likes Thai food so much, I don't see you eat it too often."

You shrug. "Thai food is one of those things where there's a lot of dishes that are shared. My friends, unfortunately, don't share my love for Thai food."

"Blasphemous!" Bucky gasps dramatically and jokingly, but you follow along with a firm nod.

"That's what I've been saying!"

Bucky grins. "Alright, how about your boyfriend?"

You roll your head over to Bucky with a look. "I think as often as you spend here, you should know by now I don't have one."

"Just checking," Bucky shrugs. "Any particular reason why?"

You quirk your brow at him. "Well, I'll tell you if you tell me why you haven't got a girl. Lord knows you don't have a shortage of options."

Bucky chuckles as he looks at you, scooping more food into your mouth. His eyes soften for just a moment.

"Just waiting on the right girl is all," he says, looking back at his food when you look up at him.

"Ah, then we're two peas in a pod," you smile, "I'm also waiting for the right person, and unfortunately, the only guys on my roster right now are frat boys."

You scrunch your face a little, and Bucky lets out a burst of laughter at your expression.

"Any particular reason for that?" He asks.

"One of my friends is in a sorority," you sigh. "She thinks she can get me to join if she shoves hot guys my way. I'm actually going to get dragged to a party on Saturday."

"Well," Bucky licks his lip, "is it working?"

"Not even in the slightest," you smirk.

Bucky grins.

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"I don't want to study anymore, my brain is melting," Bucky groans as he leans back against your couch with his head facing the ceiling.

His eyes shut as he tries to make all the words disappear from his head, and you laugh at him.

"It's only been two hours," you point out. "Don't you have a huge test on Saturday afternoon?"

"I can't," Bucky moans dramatically. "I can't anymore. I should accept my inevitable doom and fail."

You roll your eyes with a smile as you lean forward and close his books. "Alright, drama queen. I think you just need a break. Why don't we just put on a movie?"

"Annnnd, now my brain is unmelting," Bucky sits up with an excited twinkle in his eye.

You end up watching three movies, but by the third movie, you fall asleep.

Bucky sits there, eyes drifting to you with ease as the movie plays on.

You snored a little, causing him to smile involuntarily.

Alright, Bucky admits, you were just beyond adorable to him.

But finding the right person also takes time.

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Friday night is game night.

Your friends get much too rowdy as you try to quiet them down, knowing Bucky is probably trying to study across the hall.

One of your friends drinks way too much and ends up passing out on the couch, dead to the world.

"Alright, let's call it a night," you yawn as you stand up and stretch. It's well past 1 AM as your friends get up.

"Should we wake him?" One of your friends asks.

"Nah, just leave him. I don't even know if he will wake up," you and your friends share a quick laugh as they leave your building.

"Don't forget we have the party tomorrow," your friend, Mary Jane, pulls you in for a hug.

"Right," you drawl, "Another attempt to find me a gross, frat boyfriend?"

"I mean, show me another guy on your roster, and I won't try to drag you to these parties," Mary Jane laughs.

You made some noise of agreement as you pat her back before she lets go, walking to the door and giving you a little wave before leaving.

You stretch again before you go to your closet to bring out an extra blanket and set it over your friend. You grab a glass of water and some Advil because you know that poor sucker will feel it tomorrow.

You look in the fridge and groan when you see you've run out of eggs. Typically, you wouldn't mind getting them in the morning, but your friend was someone who needed food immediately when they were hungover. You weren't willing to wake up any earlier to get the eggs in the morning, so you closed the fridge and got ready to head to the 24-hour convenience store down the block.

You were casually scrolling through your phone as you left your apartment. When you opened the door, you could hear some...sounds from Bucky's apartment, and you felt instant pity for the man. You were ready to leave the building when a figure sitting in the lobby scared the shit out of you.

"Holy fuc--Bucky?"

Bucky looked up with slightly bleary eyes, and it looks like he was still studying as he had his textbook in his lap along with his notebook.

"Oh, what are you doing down here?" He asked, sounding rather tired.

"What are you doing down here?" You retorted. "It's almost 2 AM. Don't you have a huge test tomorrow?"

"...Steve and Peggy had a fight..." Bucky pressed his lips together, and you don't need to ask further that the noises you heard earlier were them making up.

You wheedle from foot to foot while you look at Bucky. He looks exhausted, and you feel awful he's been sitting out here for God knows how long.

"How long were you out here for?"

"I don't know," Bucky shrugs, "Couple hours?"

You sigh. "Why didn't you just let me know. You could've come over."

"It was game night for you, wasn't it?" Bucky blinks because he was pretty sure he saw your sorority friend leave about 10 minutes ago.

You let out a pretty deep sigh, holding your hand out in front of him.

He scrunches his brows.

"C'mon," you wiggle your fingers, "come get some eggs with me, and you can crash at my place tonight."

Bucky gives you a light grin as he closes his textbook and grabs your hand as you put very little effort into pulling him up.

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There's a body.

In the place where Bucky thought he was going to sleep.

You don't seem to pay any mind to it as you put the eggs and orange juice away in the fridge.

Bucky is thinking a mile a minute.

The couch was taken, and the extra room you had was turned into a study room.

Was he supposed to sleep on the carpet? Were you going to give him a sleeping bag?

"Hey," Bucky grabs your attention, "Where should I crash?"

You shut the fridge door, running your hand through your hair as you make your way to your room.

"We can just bunk in the same bed," you say with a shrug, and Bucky thinks he might have a heart attack.

"You're okay with that?" Bucky asks slowly.

You shrug again, "Yeah, I bunk with people all the time. Don't you? It's like part of the university experience."

Bucky doesn't know how to say that he's probably doing more than just sleeping when he bunks with someone.

You turn around and lean at your doorframe, quirking your brow with a smirk.

"Don't tell me you aren't enough of an adult to share a bed with me."

Getting a rise out of Bucky seems to work as Bucky stalks into your bedroom.

"I'll show you an adult," he mutters childishly, and you roll your eyes with a smile.

And although Bucky says such big words, he's lying stiff as a board on the bed. He lies as close to the edge as possible without falling with his back turned to you, and you can't help but chuckle a little.

"You can unclench, you know. I hardly doubt you'll get some rest if you lie there like a metal rod," you say, but you're also lying pretty close to the edge with your back turned to him, though not as stiff.

It's silent for a moment, but eventually, you feel the bed shift a little as Bucky relaxes.

It's silent again, and you feel yourself starting to fall asleep.

"Who was that on your couch?" Bucky asks, breaking the silence.

"Hm?" You hum, opening your eyes slightly. "Oh, just a friend. He usually doesn't come to game night, but his boyfriend is visiting back home this weekend. He went a little too hard on the drinks."

"He's gay?"

"Yeah, got a problem?" You ask almost daring Bucky to say he does.

"Definitely not," Bucky smiles.

It's silent again.

"So--"

"Go to sleep, dumbass, you have a test in the morning," you say without opening your eyes. You hear Bucky chuckle softly.

"Goodnight, doll."

"Goodnight," you smile.

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Warm.

Bucky felt warm. Maybe a little too warm.

He hasn't opened his eyes yet, but he can feel sunlight hitting his face and hear the birds chirping outside.

Bucky takes a deep breath in and feels shifting in his arms. He moves a little, pulling the warmth in closer.

He roughly hums in the back of his throat when he feels lips press against his collarbone.

It hits him like a freight train.

Bucky immediately opens his eyes, his body becoming rigid again as you come into view.

What started with the two of you sleeping at the furthest edges of the bed with your backs turned to each other ended up being the very opposite.

Sometime during the middle of the night, the two of you gravitated towards the middle of the bed. You were wrapped up in his arms, head just under his chin. He could feel your breath on the base of this throat, and it was giving him goosebumps.

Your hands were wrapped around his back, gripping his shirt slightly. Bucky couldn't even move too much with your legs intertwined with his. A groan wanted to escape his lips with his thigh wedged between your legs.

Bucky tried to move slowly without waking you.

He really did.

But then you let out a whine, holding him tighter and clenching your legs to lock his thigh in.

"Stop moving," you whined.

God, Bucky doesn't think he'll make it. He's already got morning wood, and this is too much.

He calls your name in an attempt to wake you up.

"Doll, you gotta get up, I have a test soon," he says instead when you hardly react to him calling your name.

This time, you do blearily open your eyes with a huff.

You untangle yourself from him as Bucky lets out a quiet sigh of relief. Sitting up, you let out a yawn and let out a big stretch, your shirt riding a little up as you do.

You look at your clock.

"Alright, there's about an hour before your test. Eat some breakfast before you go."

"It's really fin--"

"Break. fast."

You leave the room, and Bucky is left sitting there by himself. The morning passes quickly as you make breakfast. The sounds nor the smell seem to wake your friend up.

"Good luck on your test!" You smile at him as you make him a breakfast sandwich for him to go.

Bucky smiles back with a 'thanks' before he leaves your place confused.

Did this morning not affect you at all? Did you not see him as a man?

Bucky was distracted during the whole test.

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You held your smile until you heard the footsteps fade from your door.

After that, you nearly screamed. You stalked over to your hungover friend and whipped a pillow into his face.

"Ack!" He wakes up, nearly falling off the couch. He groans instantly when he sees your face.

"I'm so hungover, oh my god," your friend moans.

Your face feels hot as it's flushed in embarrassment. "This is all your fault for drinking too much and crashing on the couch! I should've pushed you onto the floor!"

You let out a groan before you stalked off to the washroom, closing the door.

Your friend sits up, looking at the plate of eggs and bacon on the table.

"What'd I do?"

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The entire day leading up to the party is spent with you trying to contain your embarrassment. You're trying to repress the memory of being pressed up against Bucky and clingy.

You didn't hear from Bucky after his test, and you were much too mortified to say anything, so you hadn't texted him either.

"You look constipated, please take some shots and relax," Mary Jane hands you tequila with a lime slice.

You shoot back the shot without hesitation.

"Alright," Mary Jane whistles, "Do I even want to know what's got your panties in a knot?"

"Nope," you shake your head.

"Alright, fair enough. Get some more drinks and mingle!" Mary Jane turns her attention past you. You look behind and see her current boyfriend, Harry, enter the room with kegs.

You sigh when Mary Jane looks at you with puppy eyes.

"Go," you tell her. She squeals and kisses you on the cheek before rushing off.

You do flitter through the party, catching up with some friends, and getting some drinks.

As embarrassed as you are, the last thing you want is to get sloppy, so you don't overdo it.

But as you already know, luck is never on your side.

Especially when you see Bucky walking into the party. People are getting excited and rushing up to say hi to him because Bucky rarely goes to frat parties.

The two of you lock eyes instantly, and the memory of this morning rushes back, and you wished the ground would open up and swallow you.

'Play it cool,' you tell yourself as you turn back to the group of people you're standing with.

You're not even sure what they've been talking about, and there's no way you could focus on that now.

Bucky doesn't seem to be rushing up to you either. He's drinking a beer with Harry as a crowd surrounds them.

You can see girls in the back looking at him and whispering, and you feel the burn in your gut now for some reason.

God, were you such a cliché that sharing a bed with Bucky actually made you think that way about him?

The night seems to continue on, and even though you keep catching eyes with Bucky, neither of you seems willing to make the first move.

You head over to the bar to get more drinks when someone approaches you and orders you a drink.

You internally groan.

Brock Rumlow.

A real piece of work.

He made it into Theta Chi, well-known to be a troublemaker.

He was known to sleep around and make unwanted advances towards girls and was hardly passing his classes.

Brock had turned his attention to you lately, which you flat out rejected him. It helped that you were friends with Mary Jane, who was dating Harry, the president of Theta Chi, and could tell Brock to back off.

But Brock Rumlow liked to push his boundaries.

"You look pretty good tonight, did you dress pretty for me?" He smirks at you, and you roll your eyes.

"Fuck off, Rumlow. I already told you I'm not interested," you look away, not bothering to take the drink he ordered for you.

"Now don't be like that, you haven't even gotten to know me yet," Brock leans against the counter close to you.

"And as I've explicitly told you, no," you whip your head back and glare at him.

You're about to walk off and see if you could find Mary Jane and Harry when Brock grabs your arm.

"What the fuck-" You start to say when another arm comes into view, grabbing Brock's wrist.

You look over to see Bucky standing there with his lip pressed into a thin line as he grips Brock's wrist hard enough until he lets go.

"Ow--what's your problem, dude?" Brock holds his wrist before shaking the pain off.

"Keep your hands off her," Bucky cocks his brow as he stands in front of you.

"How about you mind your business," Brock glares at him. "What? Are you her boyfriend?"

Bucky is standing so close to you that you can see his muscles tense, and you find yourself wrapping your arms around him from behind.

"Yes," you interrupt as Bucky lifts his arm over you and then around you so that you're tucked by his side. "He is my boyfriend."

You look up with a loving smile, trying to play the part when you find Bucky's steel-blue eyes gazing back at you.

He licks his lips, teeth dragging over his bottom lip, you swear so slowly before he smirks and looks back at Brock.

"So," Bucky keeps smiling, "fuck off."

"You could've just said you had a boyfriend," Brock grumbles at you like it's your fault somehow.

"My girlfriend doesn't have to say anything. Do you need to be taken back to elementary school to understand what 'no' or 'I'm not interested' means?" Bucky cocks his brow, and Brock sneers at him.

He looks like he wants to cause a scene, but Bucky is a well-known guy around campus, even if he's not in a fraternity house. Brock knows nothing good would come from starting a fight with Bucky, and he's already on thin ice with Harry.

And Bucky knows that.

So, he turns to you with a smile.

"C'mon, doll, let's get out of here."

As you get ready to leave, Bucky turns to Brock once more with a steely look on his face.

"Stay the fuck away from my girl."

Bucky actually leads you out of the party, saying a brief goodbye to Harry and Mary Jane, who wiggles her brows at you, and you're so grateful to have left.

The two of you walk silently but slowly back to the apartment, and you've got your arms wrapped around your midsection.

You cough, bringing Bucky's attention to you as you come to a stop under the streetlight.

"Thanks," you say a little awkwardly, "for you know, playing along."

Bucky smiles lightly.

"If those are the kind of guys on your roster, I think you should expand your horizons a little."

"Not all of us can have a guy like you on our list, but I'll take that under advisement."

You laugh, trying to play it off as a joke because even though it was all just pretend for a moment, being pressed up against Bucky as his girlfriend shouldn't have felt as good as it did.

"You can add me to your roster."

The words were said so smoothly you had almost missed it. You turn your head to Bucky, who's standing there with his hands in his pockets.

"What?" You say unsurely, convinced you might've heard him wrong.

"I told you I was waiting for the right girl," Bucky smiles, "I'm waiting for you, doll."

You feel an explosion of butterflies in your stomach, cheeks heating up as you process Bucky's words.

Every meeting you've had with Bucky is a series of unfortunate events.

And perhaps between every moment, while waiting for the right guy to come along, it only took waking up in his arms to realize maybe he was there all along.

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kekoma · 4 years

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— daichi as your boyfriend.

when you’re down, think of daichi. hope you enjoy.

could possibly write a whole book series this man.

hands down, he’s one of the many original blueprints when it comes to the perfect boyfriend.

he’s really the type of guy you could bring home to the family and they love him.

it’s to the point that your family would start inviting him to family events and won’t even call/text you about it since they know that he’ll end up telling you about it.

daichi really has that type of POWER.

can’t be convinced or argue he doesn’t.

it’s just something about him that makes him extremely lovable and easy to approach.

however— dating him is almost like a dream or one of those love k-dramas.

and you know what, daichi will even say the minute he saw you~ it was love at first sight.

but getting back on track... he’s the type of boyfriend who’s super caring and respectful (but we’ve been knew)

already he remembers the type of things you don’t like and like, making sure he never slips up to cause any discomfort.

the relationship means a lot to him so of course he’s keeping a close watch and staying on the ‘good boyfriend’ list.

since he’s like this— arguments between you two aren’t common.

something bad like an exchange of extremely hurtful words or cheating must happen to reach an argument.

although if none of those two things happen and one does occur suddenly then daichi would rather sit down to talk about it. he won’t just let that type of tension shimmer due to the fear it could get worse.

plus this cutie can’t stay mad or avoid you for long.

definitely the type you can vent to without judgement and he actually does give good advice while comforting you.

also the type of boyfriend that helps you when it comes to your studies but occasionally he gets a little stern (can’t always be soft his little love)

moving on, he seems like the type that would still do romantic things as if he’s still trying to win your heart (as if he’s still in the crush phase)

so he’ll write love letters and place them in your locker or bag.

and if it ends up in your locker then candy is with it as well.

he’ll buy you flowers and a stuffed animal during special occasions and make others jealous that they can’t have a relationship like yours.

oh! daichi will also put cute encouraging notes with your favorite snacks in your bag when it comes to any big test coming up or just randomly.

‘never assume you won’t succeed without giving it your all at first and believing yourself. i know you’ll do amazing bubs :)’ the pink little note would read while on top of your favorite snack.

almost anything you find romantic, he does it.

it’s the thought of wanting you to know how much he cherishes and loves you— also wants you to keep in mind that he’s really your number one supporter.

boyfriend daichi = personal cheerleader and number one fan. we stan.

now i could be wrong but he does seems like the type to create different playlist for every single mood you may have.

woke up one day feeling super insecure? then all you have to do is go find the playlist titled ‘you’re beautiful to me :)’ with a small description attached; “when my bubs can’t comprehend that they’re fine as hell and i would gladly risk my life to see their beauty daily.”

you know~ cute things <3

moving on— pda.

daichi is down for any type as long as its nothing rated 18+ that could get you two in trouble when it comes to the public.

kissing? checked. hugging? checked. holding hands? checked? him opening his jacket just to press you against him so he could zip it up afterwards and hold you that way because you mentioned you’re cold? honey yeah that box is checked off multiple times.

literally gives the best hugs ever— that’s just pure facts so if you love them then he loves them too.

although his personal favorite type of skinship with you would be kissing your forehead and wrapping his arm around you (either on your shoulders or hips if that makes sense)

vv affectionate boyfriend but will cut down on it if you ever asked him to.

now in private... the ball park is slightly different there.

still can get away with the same pda that’s done in public but we’re now focusing on the cuddling concept.

daichi loves it due to liking the feeling of your head laying on his chest while he traces random shapes or letters on your body.

something about it makes him super soft than normal.

truly not much to cover so it’s on to nicknames.

top ones are: baby, honey, sweetheart and munchkin. occasionally he’ll call you his star whenever you attend his games since he considers you his lucky star.

heh dates. they’re actually moderate (not too much but not too little) and daichi makes it known that if you have a place in mind then don’t hesitate to say it.

so dates are basically anything and everything situation <3

probably gonna end it but there’s definitely so much to daichi that makes you fall in love with him all over again. literally an amazing boyfriend~ 10/10 bunny approved.

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imkylotrash · 4 years

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Black And White (4)

Pairing: Saul Silva x reader

Summary: Things are finally getting back to normal when Harry offers to set you up on a blind date and Saul tells you to do it so as not to raise any suspicion. You don’t necessarily feel the same way.

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Tagging: @grey-girl @intoanothermind @anreeixcobra @kingunder221b @lflores2008 @alexiapayne12 @quuenofblacks @quarterback-5 @estelmei @bitchwhytho @music-of-melody @artsyle

“What is it?” he asks noticing your hesitation.

“It’s gone. The wound is healed.” All that remains is fresh pink skin as if it were healed months ago. You’re scared to believe your own eyes. Maybe it’s a dream.

“Is it better?” Sky asks barging through the door. You quickly back away from Saul but you doubt Sky had the chance to notice with how excited he is. He grinning from ear to ear already seeing the difference in Saul.

“What did you do?” Saul asks with a dangerous tone. You watch him turn pale when Sky accounts for his night out in the forest tracking the Burned One. You should go but deep down you know Saul would like you to stay. Instead you try to make yourself as small as possible while Saul yells at Sky. It’s only for a moment before even Saul has to admit that it took guts to do what Sky did.

“Get to class, idiot.” They hug and while Saul is never going to admit it, you know he’s proud of Sky’s courage even if what he did could’ve gone terribly wrong. Very slowly, Saul turns to you with a sigh.

“I want to sleep in my own bed,” he says and you can’t blame him for hating the makeshift bed they made for him in the greenhouse. You wouldn’t mind getting some sleep either to be honest.

“I’ll take you,” you offer thankful no one will question you escorting him back to his quarters after being hurt by a Burned One. Oddly enough, no one is in the corridors as you walk back but you still maintain your cover. It isn’t until you’re safely behind the locked door that you throw yourself into his arms feeling the last 24 hours hit you. He clings onto you just as tightly.

“You can’t do that to me again,” you say voice muffled as you press your face against his chest. The smell of blood and grass serves as a reminder of what happened. Even if Sky managed to kill it, you still feel the anxiety and worry.

“I won’t,” he says placing a gentle kiss on top of your head. Though your body cries for rest, you force yourself to strip down and head for the shower. Without another word, Saul follows you. Getting cleaned up before sleeping is definitely the best order to do it in. You cuddle up ready to sleep for days. A week passes before Saul is finally back on his feet entirely but it’s also been really nice to have so much time alone. Normally, he’s always working or having meetings with Dowling and Harvey but this week he mostly stayed in bed. Selfishly, you really liked it when you could have a slumber party every day.

“I should probably join the others for dinner,” you say though making no attempt to move. It’s Saturday and you’ve been hiding under the duvet the entire day with music playing in the background.

“You probably should,” he replies staying in the same position as before. You know Harry has been blowing up your phone wondering where you are and you don’t want to lie to him so instead you’ve sort of been avoiding him even though it pains you.

“I’ll go find Harry,” you state at last convincing yourself to get out of bed, “I’ll be back later.” You give him a quick peck on the lips before heading out. Down in the dining hall, Harry is waiting impatiently for you to arrive.

“I’m actually surprised to see you here. I thought you might have gotten kicked out of Alfea since I haven’t seen you at all for an entire week.” He’s definitely not holding back. And he’s not being quiet either. His little outburst causes several pair of eyes to look in your direction. It’s unwanted attention for you but Harry seems to love it.

“First off, don’t be a drama queen. You’ve seen me in classes and at training. Second of all, I’ve been really behind on homework so I’ve spent most of my time in the library.” You know the mentioning of library will keep him from asking more questions; he hates the library. In general, he really hates reading which works nicely for a specialist, considering most of our skills are learned training different techniques outside.

“I heard you saved Saul Silva’s life.” Harry has already gotten food for you both at the table. You don’t realise just how hungry you are until you take the first bite.

“I didn’t save Saul, “ you say in between bites, “Sky killed the Burned One. I just did the zanbaq.” If you would’ve had anything to say about it, you would’ve been out there hunting that thing but you know Saul would never even entertain the idea of you leaving.

“That greenhouse saves lives every day and you’re part of that. You saved his life just as much as Sky did.” At that you sit up a little straighter feeling Harry stroke your ego. It’s nice to have that acknowledged but even if you could do nothing, you’d find something. You’d never be able to just watch Saul grow weaker.

“Thank you. And sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ll do better.” He accepts your apology easily once again reminding you why you work so well as friends. He never hold a grudge or act mad for longer than five minutes. And he always accepts an apology. It’s a nice side of him that not a lot of people get to see.

“I actually have a proposal for you,” Harry starts and you nod to tell him to go on.

“I was talking to some friends from back home and one of them is single. How would you feel about a blind date?” You’re gobsmacked. A blind date? You hardly do “seeing” dates.

“I don’t know,” you say instantly wondering what Saul is going to think when you tell him later. He’ll either find it funny or feel the need to punch someone. There’s no middleground when it comes to Saul.

“Come on, princess. You need to get out more,” Harry tries and you’re not exactly sure how to spin a convincing lie. You can’t very well tell him you already have a boyfriend even if you wish you could.

“I get out plenty, thank you very much,” you say pointedly trying to hide the smile that keeps trying to break free, “let me think about it.” He agrees not mentioning it for the rest of dinner. You and him decide to meet out on the training grounds tomorrow just for the sake of it before you sneak back to Saul’s room.

“You’re not going to believe this. Harry wants to set me up on a blind date.” You laugh out loud but your laugh is quickly ruined by the silence.

“Maybe you should do it,” Saul says keeping his eyes fixed on a crack in the wall.

“What?” you ask even though you heard him the first time. Why would he want you to date other people? Is this his horrible way of dumping you?

“I just figured it would be a good cover. No one will ask questions if they see you out with someone else.” You take a minute to think it over but no matter what angle you look at it from, it just feels wrong.

“Has anyone asked questions?” Not one person has ever questioned whether or not you were in a relationship and you highly doubt this will change anything.

“I’m not saying they are, I’m saying they might.”

“Let me get this straight. You nearly die almost giving me a heart attack and just a week later you want me to go on a date with someone that’s not you?”

“I’m saying let’s keep creating a better cover story. Farah has been asking. I doubt she knows anything but just the way she worded it. I got worried. So, do this for me,” Saul explains but you’re still not getting it. He’d rather send you off on a date than admit to Dowling that he’s dating you.

“Where are you going?” he asks watching you grab your stuff.

“I’m going to go to my room. Apparently, I have a date.” You can’t hide the hurt in your voice when you say it. Saul reaches out for you but you don’t take his hand. You hate that there’s so long until graduation where you can finally tell everyone you’re seeing him.

“Please don’t leave angry,” he pleads with you but it’s too late.

“Enjoy staying in bed. I’ll go on a date with someone that isn’t my boyfriend.” You are angry. He almost died and now his biggest concern is removing the spotlight from his relationship to you and you’re not here for it. You’ve accepted many things but you shouldn’t have to accept this. You don’t look back as you leave him too upset to handle the hurt you know you’ll see on his face.

“You want me to go on a date? Fine, I’ll go on a date.”

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Cruel Summer

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Summary: Based loosely off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift; You shouldn’t have given in, shouldn’t have caved to him. But what could you say? Some people were just too irresistible. But one too many bad choices lead to tension that even the worst of the worst couldn’t bare.

Word Count: 5473

Warnings: Angst, smut, dom/sub elements, daddy kink, dirty talk, very slight age gap, please let me know if I missed any

A/N: Tags are at the bottom. Please please please let me know what you think, this writing style is a bit out of my comfort zone. I’m trying some new things out before writing my book and really need all the feedback possible. Positive and constructive please. NO spoilers, taking place before the events of Knives Out, age difference of Meg and Ransom was skewed to fit timeline/idea // Read on AO3 here

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs welcomed and highly appreciated!

The wintery chill of the evening Massachusetts air threatened to seep in, blowing harshly against the windowpanes and spinning it’s way through every bare branch and thickly coated pine tree on the property. A typical monthly gathering of family and those like family, a gun show and jab contest dressed up to look like a quiet evening around the fire with loved ones and good food.

Gazes darted around the room, a tension so palpable it made even the Thrombey family uncomfortable. No one could quite place why though, or even which pair was causing the air to thicken. A typically thin lipped, on edge, cut throat monthly dinner was somehow even more treacherous this time around.

But no one would have guessed that it involved you. Usually revered as the quiet one, the one who steered away from trouble and left before the tension boiled over, the girl who brought bright smiles and a sharp mind, Meg’s best friend since diapers, your father’s accomplished author for a daughter; not one person would have even thought to have blinked an eye in your direction.

But no one in that room knew why the air was so thick you could taste it, why the sound of the metal knives scraping against expensive glass plates was more bearable than breathing in the smog of tension. One wrong move and-

“So, what’s got everyone’s knickers in a twist, huh?” The smug, faux caring, intoxicating drawl that got you in this mess.

The flood gates were open now. Everyone talking over the other, talking louder and louder, unknowingly looking for the cause of the uncomfortable feeling that sat low in their bellies. It didn’t last too long, maybe over a minute before it fell silent enough that you could hear the wind whistling outside.

Even with your gaze downcast to your plate you could feel everyone turn to look at you, eyes judging and calculating, picking apart every move, ever wrinkle in your clothes, and twitch of a muscle.

“You’ve been quiet,” it was your father speaking now, and for the first time you were thankful for that, “What’s new with you, dear? How’s your third book coming along?”

A shrug as you met his gaze, a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s coming.” Your tone was practically unreadable, unamused and almost annoyed.

A snicker from the other end of the table had all of you snapping your heads in the direction of the noise. A shit eating grin was plastered on Ransom’s face, eyes glinting with mischief. You tried your damnedest not to notice how the ruby color of his scarf brought out the ocean blues you got lost in too many times, or how the cream color of his worn sweater was practically taunting you with every memory of you in that sweater. But you knew him, you knew him too well for your own liking, for your own good. And you knew he did things with a purpose.

“What’s so funny?” His mother snapped at him, his lips pulling into that smirk that had you at his will one too many times.

“Just never thought I’d hear little ol’ (Y/N) say something along those lines again.”

Pin drop. Silence and shock coursed through every fiber of every person sitting at that table. Confused glances between the two of you, unnerved and in disbelief.

“What the hell, Ransom? Why do you-” Meg started, voice loud and higher than usual in agitation.

But you cut her off, staring back at the man who seemingly was doing whatever he could to get under your skin. “Hugh, if you’ve decided you’re going to tell a story, at least make sure to tell the fucking truth.”

A few hushed gasps echoed around the table as Ransom matched your stare. “Oh, come on, sweetheart. You know that’s not what I like you calling me.”

You scoffed, “You lost the privilege of me calling you what you want the day you told me to leave.”

“As if you didn’t want it just as badly. I seem to recall rather clearly you begging for me.”

“And I seem to recall rather clearly you telling me to get my shit and get the fuck out.” You snapped, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment and agitation. No one was supposed to find out like this, no one was supposed to find out at all.

Ransom stood suddenly, stalking over to you, eyes never leaving yours. He towered over your sitting figure for a moment, trying to melt your resolve before he leaned down, face only inches away from yours. The musky vanilla and cedar scent of his cologne, the mintiness of his breath with a hint of whiskey, the warm scent of clean cotton from his clothes, it was all almost too much. “Let’s get this straight, baby girl,” the nickname was taunting you like a schoolyard insult, “we had an arrangement. That arrangement didn’t involve feelings. You ruined that.”

“Yeah, because me loving you is the worst thing you ever heard.” You stood as well, at your wits end with this situation, with him, “Dumbest mistake of my life was thinking how you felt when you were drunk was how you felt when you were sober. Fuck you, Ransom."

He stood back some, moving out of your way as you grabbed your jacket off of the back of your chair, storming out of the too warm mansion and into the freezing cold. Ransom’s voice followed after you, "Don’t forget you already did, sweetheart.”

Notification after notification, endless vibration making you want to pull your hair out. A long drive home with a clenched jaw and a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel. The day couldn’t be over soon enough, an escape from the embarrassment and misery of that excuse of a dinner much too far away for your liking.

The hope that your apartment would have been your ticket to peace and quiet was quickly destroyed when there was banging on the door. A huff as you trudged out of the blankets on the couch to the door, swinging it open to see a distraught Meg.

“What the hell was that about?”

There it went, any bit of resolve and composure went out that front door when she took a step in. Tears quickly welled in your eyes, falling in little streams down your face. The agitation on her face was quickly replaced with worry as she wrapped you in a hug, “Hey, hey, no need for that. Come on. Let’s get you something to drink and then I want you to tell me what that was all about, okay? I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s going on, alright?”

She walked you through the kitchen, making you both a cup of hot tea and grabbing a handful of snacks before steering you back towards the couch, sitting the both of you down. Meg’s eyes filled with relief as she watched you sip at the warm liquid, sniffling softly as you calmed yourself down.

“Okay, start from the beginning. What happened?”

Warm, low lights, a soft thumping from the outdated speakers, a happy, giddy atmosphere floating over the table. A small, cheesy banner sat taped to the edge of the booth, bright tacky colors spelling out “Congratulations”. Two of your friend sat with you in the rounded corner booth, your leg sticking out to the side and bouncing with slight anticipation. Even though you requested a small thing, your beloved friends Shelby and Laura had a hard time doing things small.

But they insisted it wasn’t a lot. Meg was off studying for finals and wouldn’t be able to make it so instead Shelby invited her boyfriend Jay and told him to bring a friend or two along. And not to forget the cake. Their last phone call twenty minutes ago consisted of reiterating the confirmation over and over again. You’re on your way? Awesome great. Who’d you bring? Okay. Did you get the cake? Okay. Don’t forget the cake. Okay. Don’t ruin the cake. Okay you’re sure the cake is okay?

Laura and you couldn’t help but giggle at her, anxiety and anticipation evident in her features as she checked her phone again and again, eyes darting to the entrance waiting for her boyfriend and his friends to enter the hole in the wall bar with that god damn cake.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom seemed to speed up the time because as you returned you nearly tripped over yourself. There was Shelby, cuddled up next to Jay. And Jay had two men sitting next to him, one you didn’t recognize and one you knew all too well. Hugh Ransom Drysdale.

A man you hadn’t seen in easily a year or two. He had began to skip out on family dinners, tired of the endless drama and bore of it all. Even when the family took their yearly vacation together and during the holiday parties he somehow managed to not be anywhere insight, despite his mother insisting he was there.

“Look at you, little (Y/N), all grown up now.” His eyes shamelessly raked over your figure, taking in how your body had changed over the years, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you, brat. Since before you published the first book.”

You huffed out an anxious laugh, nodding as you took your seat at the end of the booth, opposite of him. “Y-yeah, it’s been a while. You kinda stopped coming around.”

“Can you blame me? My family would make anyway go insane. I’m surprised yours has stayed around as long as they have. But enough about me, sweetheart, from what I’ve been told we’re here to celebrate you-”

Shelby squealed some, “Yep! And that’s why,” she hung onto the end of the word as she lifted the lid of the box that was now sitting in the center of the table. Once the top was off, the sides fell down, revealing a cake decorated to look like a book with the title of your second book you had just published on it. The whole reason you all were here.

Your heart swelled at the gesture, “Aw! Shelbs! Thank you so much!” You gave her a small little pout, “God I’m gonna cry. I can’t believe I actually did that. Twice now!”

Laughter erupted around the table, the group continuing to shower you in drinks, gifts, and affection. Jay bought you a drink and some food, Laura had gotten you a customized journal with your favorite quote from the book on the front of it, Shelby kept giving you little cards with her favorite things about the books you’ve written in them. It wasn’t long until the group started to dwindle though. First Jay’s other friend who probably felt awkward, then Laura who had to work in the morning.

Ransom and Jay decided to play a round of pool before Jay and Shelby headed out for the night, and Shelby took the time to interrogate you.

“Oh. My. God. He is so fucking hot. How the hell do you know him? You never leave your apartment.” She fawned over Ransom, who currently had his back to the two of you at the other side of the bar.

You sighed, shaking your head in disbelief. “First off, you have a boyfriend,” your reprimanded playfully. “Second, that’s Meg’s older cousin. He’s like 4 or 5 years older than us. Spoilt brat. Never worked a day in his life. Third, before you even suggest it because I see that look in your eye. I’m not sleeping with him. I didn’t even let him buy me a drink when he offered let alone going home with him.”

She pouted at you, “Come on, (Y/N/N), you’ve been so stressed with the editing and the publishing. Just have a little fun.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning over and grabbing a nacho to throw into your mouth. “The only fun I need after all this is my handy dandy blue vibrator under my bed. No need to go home with him.”

She scoffed. “Fiiiine, whatever. I still think he’s hot.”

The two men came back a few minutes later, laughing loudly and teasing one another. It was odd, rare even to see Ransom genuinely laughing, whole chest vibrating with the motion, genuine happiness seeping off of him. Jay collected his things as did Shelby, both bidding you a goodnight, Shelby throwing a wink in as well as they exited.

“Then there was two,” Ransom drawled, smirking lazily at you as he finished off his drink. “Come on, (Y/N/N), let me buy you a drink.”

You smiled, huffing out a small laugh as you shook your head. “I’m good, Ransom. Really.”

“After all those years of you stealing my stash I’m actually willing to buy you a drink and you’re telling me no?”

You rolled your eyes, butterflies beginning to swarm inside you. “I’m telling you no because I still have at least a thirty minute uber ride home and don’t want to be overly intoxicated. The only thing I want right now it a plate of pancakes and some greasy hash browns.”

“Then let’s go get some,” he offered, a somewhat uncharacteristically sweet smile replacing his smirk. “Look, I haven’t seen you in a while and you just accomplished something so let me at least try to do something nice.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You? Hugh Ransom Drysdale? Do something nice? Oh I must be dead.” He pouted at you, the slight disappointed look in his blue eyes sending you reeling. “Fine. I won’t pass up on an offer like that. Just make sure you take me somewhere good."

Thirty minutes later you sat in a small diner that was essentially in the middle of nowhere. The name GiGi’s was in neon pink light on top the structure that looked like it was plucked out of Grease. A few semi-trucks littered the parking lot and only a couple of faces of customers sat in the diner.

Ransom had already threw you for a loop, opening doors for you, turning the music down to ask you about your book; and not just what it was about, but what inspired you to write it, what was your muse. He had let you pick the seat and even ordered for you when the waitress came over. Two breakfast samplers with extra crispy hash browns, and two strawberry milkshakes because ‘why not? It’ll be just like when we were kids’.

You were beyond shocked at how comfortable you felt around him. No awkwardness or anxiety that had hit you earlier. It was simple, felt easy, felt right.

"So, I have to ask, why are you suddenly being nice to me?” The question was simple enough, lips wrapping around the straw of the milkshake after you asked, watching him and waiting.

“Was I ever not nice to you?” He asked, bemused and quirking an eyebrow at you.

Swallowing down the cold liquid you scoffed. “Seriously? You’ve been a dick to me since I was like 12 or 13. Whenever you started hanging out with that one guy in high school - Chuck? I think. Anyways, it got even worse after you turned 21. You pretty much outright refused to acknowledge my existence."

He pursed his lips as he thought about it, "I- okay yeah, you’re right. I did do that- but in my defense I stopped acknowledging you because I thought you were hot and I was older so it was creepy and just easier to ignore you.”

You blinked a few times, shocked and processing what he had just said, “You what?”

He shrugged, taking a bite of his food. “Yep. And Chuck thought you guys were annoying so I dunno, guess I thought being a dick would keep you guys from pestering me.”

You couldn’t help but glare at him softly. “Then why did you come out tonight to celebrate my book? And offer to buy me drinks and food?”

Ransom suddenly looked a lot less relaxed, stern and serious as he kept his gaze on you. “Do you really want to know?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” You challenged back, heart thumping in your chest.

He broke out into a huge grin, chuckling some, “Still not the one to ever back down from me. God, I love it. The reason I came out tonight was because, whether you believe it or not, I’m actually a fan of your writing. I have two copies of your first book and I already preordered the second. The reason I stayed out is because I realized how much I missed you. Most of my favorite memories from when I was younger involve you.”

“Really?” You inquired, munching on the food in front of you. “Like what?”

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t have let that one slide.” He chuckled softly. “One of my favorite memories is when I was probably 10 or 11, I think you and Meg had just started school. And you guys were learning about the stars and space and for some reason I was really obsessed with astronomy at the time. So one night, Meg, you, and I decided to camp out back of granddad’s and mom set a fire up for us and we sat there for hours roasting marshmallows and me teaching you guys about the constellations.”

A bright smile spread across your lips, so big it practically hurt. “I’m surprised you even remember that.”

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a man full of surprises who aims to please.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

Once the bill came, Ransom didn’t even let you see it, immediately pulling out some cash and handing it to the waitress, telling her to keep the change. He watched as you pulled out your phone, opening the uber app. “What’re you doing?” He asked quizzically.

“Calling myself a ride.” You answered, not even looking up.

“Nuh uh,” he shook his head, reaching over and grabbing the phone from you. “I’ll take you home.”

“But my apartment is like 45 minutes away and your house is down the street,” you protested.

“Then stay at my house tonight and I’ll take you home in the morning. I’ll sleep on the couch, you can take the bed.”

You quirked an eyebrow, obviously not believing him. “You sleeping on the couch? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” He promised, offering you a warm smile. “Now, am I taking you home or are you staying at my house?”

“…I’ll stay at your place,” you mumbled.

Something about Ransom’s house felt oddly comforting. The large window at the front of the living room let the moonlight stream in, the darker colors that the walls were painted contrasting beautifully with every sleek modern piece of furniture he had. It was obvious his family influenced his taste some. The intricate designs on the patterns of the throw pillows something you could very easily see Halarn buying, while his kitchen was practically black, white, and silver - looking like it popped out of the modern section of an HGTV magazine. But it all flowed and melded together beautifully.

He showed you to his room, grabbing himself a change of clothes before heading out and leaving you alone. You couldn’t help but stand there and take in your surroundings. Being in there, even without him, felt intimate. Like he was showing you a secret page in a book he loved. A few pictures were on his dresser, various ones or him at parties with friends, one of the family which was smaller than the others. It was neat, clean and tidy but most likely because of a maid and not because he took the time out to clean up his mess. And it smelled of him, everything in the room just breathed Ransom.

Sitting down on the bed, you kicked your shoes off, sitting them down by the end before lying down and attempting to get comfortable. But to no avail, you tossed and turned for a few moments, and despite the softness of the mattress and sheets below you, you felt uncomfortable. Jeans too tight, bra irritating your skin, face feeling oily and heavy. You needed a shower and a change of clothes if you wanted to even think of falling asleep.

Hesitantly you made you way back downstairs, where Ransom was currently sitting in a pair of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt, book in hand. You didn’t even have to say anything, his eyes moved from the book to you, cocking an eyebrow, “Guessing you need a shower and some comfy clothes?"

You nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, kind feel blah after the bar and greasy food.”

“That’s okay. Towels and wash rags are in the standing closet in the bathroom. Both bathrooms with have them but the master bathroom has better shower pressure. Just take something out of my closet to wear for the night.”

You nodded a thank you and headed back upstairs, grabbing the first sweater you saw in his closet and heading into the bathroom. A part of you felt as if you were dreaming, that this wasn’t actually happening. Any residual crush you had on Ransom from your childhood was coming back full force, and doubling all at one. A quick shower you hoped would calm your slightly growing nerves, but drying off and slipping on the damned creme colored sweater you knew you were hopeless. It smelled like him, was warm and soft.

Before you could stop yourself you were padding back down the steps, not caring that the sweater barely covered your ass and that you hadn’t bothered with any underwear. Ransom was staring at you before had even looked at him, eyes taking in the sight of you in nothing else but his sweater, jaw set tight with a slight tick. “Whatcha doing there, sweetheart?” He urged, trying to keep his composure.

You sat on your knees next to him on the couch, staring at him for a moment. “Debating if I should do something I’ll probably regret in the morning.”

He smirked, “I promise if you’re gonna do what I think, you won’t regret it. You can hold me to that.”

“Then make sure I don’t-” you leaned forward, closing the distance between the two of you and pressing your lips against his. The fullness of his pouty lower lip slotted between yours, kissing you in a way you had never been kissed before, completely and utterly stealing your breath and any logical thought from you.

His hands were on your hips, pulling you into his lap, groaning softly against your lips at the feel of your smooth skin in his hand. It was a battle of tongues for dominance, which you quickly surrendered at the feel of him gripping your ass, kneading and pulling before spanking the plump flesh.

He pulled away first, a wild look in his eyes. “Get your ass upstairs, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna make sure you don’t regret a thing.”

A shiver went up your spine and you squealed softly before giggling, high on adrenaline and him. You stole another kiss before running upstairs to his room, heart pounding and mind racing.

Ransom came in a few moments later, quickly discarding his shirt and tossing it in the direction of the hamper before stalking towards you. He moved to hover over you, lips dancing along the skin of your neck. “God fucking damn it, baby girl, seeing you in my clothes - fuck you’re gonna drive me crazy.” He pressed a few kisses to the sensitive skin before biting down on the junction where your neck met your shoulder.

The whimpers and moans that left you spurred him on, lips continuing their worship of your skin as his hands traveled along the outside of your thighs and up to you hips. Fingers traced along to curve to your waist, up and over your breast as your nipples prickled at the sensation. He felt every movement, every time you squirmed, every time you squeezed your thighs together, every time you rutted.

“Can I take this off you, sweetheart? Make you feel real good, promise, baby.” A nod was all he needed and the moment you leaned up some he pulled the sweater off, tossing it aside. Ransom moved to lean back, moving to sit on his haunches, moving your thighs and spreading them to be on his clothed ones.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking wet for me, I can already see it. You my little whore, hm?” He leaned down, pressing kisses against the skin of your chest.

A sudden slap to your thigh caused you to gasp. “What was that for?” You whined, moving to card your fingers through his hair.

“Speak when you’re spoken to or I’ll have to punish you.” The thought riled you up even more. Being splayed across his lap, hand coming down on you as you squirmed relentlessly, taking every bit of the 'punishment’. But that was for another time, hopefully. Right now you wanted, no needed him.

“Sorry, daddy.” Your voice was so soft and innocent, absolutely driving him wild.

He wanted nothing more than to ram into you, make you scream. But not yet, he wasn’t done teasing. Ransom’s lips moved from the skin of your chest to you nipples, pressing a chaste kiss on one before moving to the other and back again. Back and forth as the motions increased. A kiss to a flick to a suck to a nibble.

His lips begin to move south, nipping at the soft skin along the way. “Absolutely stunning.” He hummed, “Better than I could have imagined, pretty girl.” Soon he was situated between your legs, breath fanning over your soaked folds. A soft groan left Ransom, kissing at the skin of your thighs. “Smell so good, gonna taste even better I guarantee it.”

“Stop teasing,” you whined, tugging on his hair.

He looked up at you, “Baby, that’s not how this works,” he tsked softly. “You want something, you need to beg.”

Another deep throaty whine ripped from you. “Please,” you whimpered, squirming. “Fuck please, need you."

He chuckled softly, "I’ll let you off this time - Wanna taste this pretty little pussy.” Without any other warning he delved into your cunt, licking a stripe from entrance to clit before suckling on the little nub. He licked and sucked and nibbled, two fingers prodded your entrance before pushing in to the second knuckle, curling and immediately finding that spot that made you see star.

Ransom basked in your mewls, the feel of you tugging on his hair before your grip would loosen as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. Talented was an understatement and a part of you hated how good it was, how good he was treating you.

He didn’t stop, determined to coax an orgasm out of you. Fingers moved swiftly, in and out, scissoring and curling. Lips worked in tandem, listening to your cries of pleasure to determine what you really liked and kept at it. It wasn’t long before your toes were curling, back arching off the bed in a loud moan, his name like a prayer on your lips.

“Ransom,” you whimpered as the aftershocks rolled through you, his lips never leaving your core, “fuck, Ransom, daddy please. Want your cock.”

He pulled away, pressing one last chaste kiss to your clit before moving to kiss you, letting you taste yourself as he pulled his sweats down and kicked them off. Your hands quickly moved to his length, stroking softly and moaning against his lips.

“You’re so big,” the little whine caused him to chuckle softly as he pulled away, leaning over to pull a condom out of his bedside table.

“Yeah? Think I’m big, baby girl? Want me to split you in two?” The cockiness in his voice only added to how much you wanted him.

All you could do was nod, looking up at him with a pouty lip and wide eyes. “Please, fuck me, wanna cum on your cock.”

He growled softly, pulling the condom on and lining himself up with your entrance. Ransom teased, moving the head to hook your clit a few times, loving the little jolt and whine that would come from you. He pushed in, slow at first to let you accommodate to his girth, then a quick thrust to bury himself to the hilt, feeling as though he was hitting your cervix.

If you had ever wondered why Ransom was a playboy, why he was so cocky and self assured, you knew why now. He pulled out almost fully before slamming back in, angling his hips to hit that spot that had your legs quaking every time he pushed back in. Each push and pull had your head reeling, moans falling freely from your lips as you scratched helplessly at his back for purchase. One of Ransom’s hands snaked between the two of you, flicking your clit in time with his thrusts.

With his face buried in the crook of your neck, he growled out words into your skin, pushing you closer and closer to the edge;

“Such a good girl for me.”

“Perfect fucking pussy, squeezing me so good.”

“You were made for this, made for me. Weren’t you baby girl?”

“Come on, princess. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Show me how much you love it.”

One particularly rough thrust paired with a bite to your sensitive skin had you tipping over the edge, mouth open in a silent scream as your toes curled and thighs squeezed his waist. A few more sloppy thrusts and he emptied himself in the condom, groaning and moaning low in his chest.

A few moments of breathing, neither of you bothering to move as you came down from your highs. Ransom pressed a few kisses to your neck before taking what little breath you had away as he kissed you, an obvious heated passion still boiling beneath the surface. He pulled out while he lips where still on yours, swallowing down your whine before pulling away.

Ransom left the bed, your body quaking ever so slightly with aftershocks as he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a few moments later, condom gone and holding a damp wash rag. He handed it to you, letting you clean yourself up as he slid back under the comforter, taking it from you when you were done and tossing it into the hamper.

Without as much as a word he pulled you into his side, pressing a quick kiss to your hairline. The two of you stayed quiet for what felt like forever, never quite falling asleep and taking in what exactly had just happened. Just as the sun began to break the night sky, he moved so he was facing you, lying on his side. Crystal clear blue eyes searched your face, a look of contemplation evident.

“Would you want to do that again?” He asked, voice almost hushed as if he was telling a secret.

You hesitated your answer, nodding softly, “Yeah, actually. I would.”

He smirked softly, “We’ll discuss the details after we sleep. But let’s just make sure no one finds out. Our little arrangement, okay?”

Meg stared at you, a look mixed between confusion, disbelief, and a little bit of disgust. “That was-” she sighed, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair, “That was a little more than I needed to know. Is he the mysterious guy you were seeing last summer?”

A small nod as you sipped at the tea more before looking at her, giving her a look that could only be compared to that of a kicked puppy. You watched as puzzle pieces fit together in her mind, slowly seeing the big picture.

“He’s the guy who bought you all that jewelry. And the guy that got you a dog - he hates dogs - The guy who took you to Maldives and Paris? What the-” her brows furrowed some, nibbling at her lip as you nodded in confirmation, “The guy that got drunk one night and told you he couldn’t live without you? That you were his everything?”

Her words sliced deep and you sniffled to keep yourself from crying again. “Yep,” your voice was still hoarse with emotions. “It was all Ransom.”

Meg sighed softly, her sympathy evident in every move and noise she made. “I’m so sorry… Do - do you still love him?”

Time seemed to freeze momentarily, every single memory whirling through your mind. With tears brimming your eyes again you looked at Meg, feeling utterly broken and lost. “I’m scared there won’t ever be a time where I don’t love him.”

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blu-archer · 3 years

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Forgive?

Right...

I have these moments in writing when I get hit with a sudden realization that I have no idea what relationships are like, so if you notice anything that doesn’t quite add up... it’s because I’m winging the shit out of this

Standardly, there will probably be errors because its a common occurrence with me and I’m just embracing it at this point

anyway..

Sickie: Tae

Caretaker: like Jhope/Jin/Kook

Cold/Snz based [although I feel like I drifted on things]

AU: Magic and hybrids exist

[mild language]

word count: 4560

Jungkook had to force himself to not snap at Taehyung when the witch had decided to follow him into the kitchen after Jungkook had specifically said he was going there to study in silence. He had to bite his tongue when his thought pattern had been abruptly cut off by Taehyung complaining about how his throat hurt or how tired he was.

If he was tired he could go sleep, and leave Jungkook in peace, but that seemed too much to hope for.

Feeling a warm weight press up against his back as he hunched over his notes, Jungkook let out a low growl. The weight didn’t disappear, then again he hadn’t really expected Tae to abide by his study rules when the elder had woken up in a much similar state as their universal favourite cat hybrid had been in just a few days prior. Jungkook felt awful for him sure, and concerned and empathetic, and a huge part of him wanted to just leave his work and hold the elder until he was content, but he had a paper that needed to be written up within two days that he had completely forgotten about as well as continue studying for his art history exam that was the following week. His jaw ached from how much he had been grinding his teeth and his head pounded with the beginnings of what he hoped wouldn’t lead to a migraine. He just couldn’t focus and Tae’s noise making and constant need for cuddles was distracting him from his work.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook pushed back against the other so that he could relieve himself of the body weight, not bothering to look up from his notes to see the witch giving his signature sick-pout at him. “Can you please stay away from me right now, why don’t you go lie down or something. You are literally one big germ and I can’t afford to get sick again so soon after the last time. Especially not in the middle of my exams. I need to focus.”

Taehyung sniffed thickly before collapsing into the seat beside the bunny, wiping his nose on the edge of the blanket that he had wrapped around him. He kept staring his boyfriend, coughing miserably only to be ignored. Yet neither of them were willing to complain about the others lack of helpfulness, rather it became a test of who would cave to the others vibes of annoyance first.

Tae was progressively getting more and more whiny, and Jungkook was gnawing down on the back of his pencil to keep from saying anything that he would regret later. He wanted to go lie down with his sick boyfriend just as much as said boyfriend did, but he didn’t have the time nor the ability to risk his health – not when he was so close to being finished with his finals for the year.

“Kook…” Taehyung coughed softly before hooking his finger in the side pocket of Jungkook’s sweatpants, continuing with a strained voice. “You’ve been here for hours…. It’s cold in the bedroom alone.”

Jungkook ran a hand through his hair, giving a harsh tug on his one long, black ear to keep from letting out the frustration that had built in his throat. “Hobi should be back soon and while I’ve been here for hours, Tae, you have successfully made sure that my focus has been on everything except my work. So I’m going to be here for hours more.”

“Uh..” Taehyung sniffled and pulled away. “Sorry, you’re right. I’ll just…”

He stood up and shuffled from the kitchen without another word, realising that the bunny hybrid had returned his focus to his laptop and the pages scattered on the table.

Jungkook hadn’t even realised how much time had passed by the time he gave in to the aches of hunger in his stomach. In fact, he had thought that Taehyung would have wondered in asking for food or cuddles well before he would have decided to call it a day, but he hadn’t seen or heard of the elder since earlier that morning. He had probably managed to fall asleep, which was good. The witch had definitely been overworking himself to try and improve on what Namjoon and Yoongi had been teaching him, it was almost frustrating to watch Taehyung push and struggle through things that always seemed to come naturally to others. It’s not like he did bad at everything, once he is able to decipher and control his magic properly everything will come to him easier than the common witch or warlock – he was technically a mix of both, he’d be more powerful than a lot of people. He just needed to over come a few things first, and perhaps take a step back from experimentations until he actually had the control needed for it – but Jungkook was willing to stay and support him no matter what methods or route he took to achieve what he wanted. Even if that meant having to deal with a few potion after effects or a mass clean up after a spell went haywire – he’d come back to a flooded apartment more than once, one time Tae had even accidentally made it snow in their home for the three days straight and it had only been fixed through the help of Yoongi.

In any case, he was glad that the elder was resting now. Feeling relieved at how much work he had managed to get finished – he just needed to proofread and edit some sections of his essay before submitting – Jungkook decided to get started on making some food. It was a little early for dinner, but considering how tired he was, and no doubt after a day of teaching with extra class sessions after school Hobi will be too, it was probably for the best that a meal was made earlier so they could go to sleep quicker. Taehyung never really had much of an appetite when he wasn’t feeling well, so it would be much easier to get something in him before it got too dark.

He called Yoongi for the recipe of japchae that elder had shared with himself and Tae a couple of times, which had taken a while to connect and he’d been chewed out for apparently waking the elder – another person succumbed to sickness – but it was worth it. Taehyung had become obsessed with it, claiming that the only thing that could top it was his mother’s food and maybe Jin’s famous bibimbap, so hopefully he’d eat without too much of a fuss. Jungkook felt a little bad at having ignored the elder so blatantly earlier, but on an upside he’d managed to get a huge chunk of his work done, so when Tae woke up Jungkook would just have to make up for his actions earlier. Maybe if he made some of that tea that the witch enjoyed so much as well… and something to watch while laying together. Tae loved dramas. Cuddles and dramas. A solid plan.

He got to work on chopping up various vegetables while he waited for the water for the noodles to boil, his mind flicking through the series of tasks he’d set to make his boyfriend feel better.

Taehyung had given himself exactly fifteen minutes to cry, which was as long as he’d managed to walk before he’d caved and waved down a taxi to take him the rest of the way to his friends place. From then he had scrambled to try dry his eyes and blow his nose into the handful of tissues he’d stuffed into the deep pockets of his coat before having left. Doing anything to seem remotely okay in case Jin was busy and couldn’t let him stay, he didn’t want the elder witch to feel pressured into keeping him company.

The warmth of the taxi had caused his stuffy nose to start running at an annoying rate and he was regretting not bringing a mask. Although he hadn’t given his actions much thought besides tossing on a sweater and coat, switching his pajama bottoms for a pair of black sweatpants before slipping on sneakers and walking out – he hadn’t even tried to be quiet but Jungkook hadn’t seemed to really care what he did, as long as it wasn’t around him.

Taehyung shook his head, burrowing deeper into his coat and training his eyes on the blurring world outside as he got closer to Jin’s house. He didn’t want to think about how his chest had pained worse than anything he’d felt that morning when Jungkook had told him to leave. A part of him understood, his boyfriend was probably stressed and had just been saying whatever he needed to in the moment, but Taehyung had still been upset by it.

He sniffed deeply, the thick icky sensation in his throat made him want to do nothing more than be back at home, in bed with his boyfriends gently running their hands through his hair or down his back or just being close to him – the bare minimum at least. Anything.

The car gradually pulled to stop. Tae got out and thanked the driver quickly before needing to cough into his sleeve. The wind whipped at him and his nose twinged as the cold air bit at his now heated skin. If anything, his nose had begun to run even more. He took a moment to blow his nose again, dragging out more than a few bothersome itchy sneezes that had left him leaning heavily on the front gate of Jin and Namjoon’s house to catch his breath.

The blowing hadn’t helped much, his head was heavy and congested, and he just wanted to sleep now. He was so tired.

Coughing downwards as he huddled against the cold and welcomed himself into the couples yard to get to their door, he could only hope that he didn’t look as dreadful as he felt. He didn’t want to be a bother. He just wanted to be around someone, and Hoseok was working, Jimin too, and Yoongi had also been booked off sick and probably wouldn’t even be awake – so this was his last resort.

He knocked on the door, praying that either Namjoon had closed the shop early or Jin had already arrived home from the school days exam schedule. It was a bit of a long shot, but he vaguely remembered Namjoon mentioned during that week that Jin hadn’t been needing to stay as late as usual, and some days didn’t even have to go in to help the second nurse at the school. Taehyung rubbed at his nose and knocked again when the wind shook him with a particularly cold breeze, his breath hitched inevitably once more. Defeated, he hovered a single hand in front of his face and waited, panting desperately with furrowed brows.

..hh..hehh..snff.. .. hhh’Heh’HESHH.. HE’ITSH’UHhh… he’hh..hEHH’TSHH’uh..

“Taehyung?”

…heH’HEESHH – HEH’EESH’AH!

He felt a sturdy hand grip his shoulder and pull him out of the wind, into the warm safety of the house. Jin – because it had to be Jin, even if he wasn’t quite aware of his immediate surroundings with how his head was spinning, Namjoon had never been able to craft the level of concern that Jin was able to put into his voice and touch – kept his hand on Taehyung’s arm as the younger had bent forward to catch another wet double into his hands, even when he made sure to push his front door shut once more.

Breathless and dripping, Tae was led to the familiar family sized couch that Jin had purchased upon moving into their home. He had claimed it was for guests but Tae had always had a suspicion that it was bought in case Namjoon tried to stay up late and ended up falling asleep while working. It was incredibly comfortable. Taehyung couldn’t help but sigh as he dropped into it with a tired cough.

“Tae… What are you doing here?” Jin ran a hand through the young witches hair, carefully running his eyes down the mans form as if he could figure out what was happening through sight alone. “Joonie messaged me saying he was working alone today… I would have thought that meant you’d be at home?”

Taehyung sniffled thickly, blinking away fresh tears before he grabbed the last few of his unused tissues and blew his nose once more. It was beginning to pulse in time with his throbbing headache, and he just knew that it was probably all red from its recent activity. It wouldn’t be much longer before his blowing would make his skin raw.

He scrunched a tissue into his fist to wipe at his nose gently before he managed to give Jin his full attention. Thankfully the man was patient. “I just.. had to leave. *snf*. Jungkook needed… space. I thought maybe you wouldn’t mind me coming over..”

Jin’s lips pursed tightly. The congestion was sinking into Tae’s words in a way that made him think the younger witch definitely shouldn’t have left home. He ran a hand over Taehyung’s cheek to swipe away a stray tear that had slipped out and then leaned in closer. “Well it’s a good thing I love having company. I was just about to go fetch Namjoon, but how about I ask Seokie to do that for me and we can drink some tea and watch a movie.. hmm?”

Taehyung nodded, letting Jin tug off his coat and shoes before following the momentum from Jin’s hands – pushing him to lie down on the soft couch with the gentle promise of ‘being right back’.

The elder retrieved a pink, fluffy blanket that he tucked around Tae’s body, ‘like a warm hug’, Tae had smiled and pulled it closer to embrace its warmth. Vaguely Taehyung could hear Jin on the phone, once the man had moved to the kitchen to fix up the tea, but he couldn’t bring himself to focus completely on what was being said. His mind was mostly being entertained by the hopes of sleep and trying not to sneeze again, but a part of him was aware that it was probably Hoseok on the other side of the phone. He smothered a cough into the blanket, the force shaking him and paining his throat. He would have groaned if he didn’t know that it would just hurt him more. Just a little more time, and then Hobi will be there with him. That’s all he could wish for.

He was woken up by a gentle hand shaking his shoulder, and upon blinking his eyes into the light of the afternoon sun, immediately crumpled forward with a harsh ‘hehH’ESHEW!’.

“Bless you…” Jin set down the cup he had been holding to help pull Taehyung to sit upright without the blanket falling from around his shoulders. “I let you sleep for a little bit, because you looked like you needed it, but I want you to drink and eat something too.”

“mm ‘ot hungry.” He mumbled, letting out a yawn that shifted into an irritated cough that grated at his throat. He took a hold of the cup Jin offer, holding it through the material of the blanket and pulling it closer to rest on his chest.

“It’s not a lot,” Jin promised. “Just some crackers with your tea.. It’s not negotiable, unfortunately.”

Jin sat next to him with his own mug of tea and a plate a crackers’ settled on his lap, pointedly being pushed closer to Taehyung. “Tae…. I love having you here, but I want to help if you need me too. Did Jungkook really tell you to leave?”

Tae hesitated, sniffling thickly as the steam from his tea worked its way to his sinuses. “Not exactly, but… I didn’t feel.. okay.”

He spoke about how he had woken up sick and what he had been feeling, as well as all of the things Jungkook had been going through with his studies – breezing over vaguely of what had been said that morning – then finally speaking about his decision and plan to come where he would be accepted. Jin listened intently, every so often handing him a tissue or a cracker, depending on what he felt Tae needed more as he snuffled through his words. He didn’t say anything either, just letting Tae lean into him and occasional letting out a soft grunt of disapproval – mainly towards Jungkook’s actions and Tae having thought walking would be a good idea.

“I’ll put on a movie, okay?” Jin said softly after Taehyung had admitted to ‘just wanted someone to hold him’ and ‘be there’. If he needed comfort then Jin would provide, he just couldn’t believe Jungkook had shunned his boyfriend. Even if the bunny had needed to focus, he usually always had time to spare for Taehyung. “Eat a few more and then we can finish our tea and get comfortable. Hobi should be coming here soon too, so you can look forward to that.”

Taehyung couldn’t stop a small smile tugging at his lips. While Jungkook gave great cuddles, and Jin gave amazing hugs, there was an atmosphere so uniquely ‘Hoseok’ that made Taehyung crave him. He was warm. There was no better way to describe it. His presence was enough to be satisfying.

For now, he made do with his friend. Letting himself be pulled down to rest on Jin’s chest once he’d finished his drink. The elder had set a box of tissues within grabbing range so that Tae could catch each flurry of damp, heavy sneezes into the soft tissue – his nose growing brighter with each passing minute until he had merely lay his head onto Jin’s lap and held the tissue in a ball against his nose, fighting his eyes to stay open and watch the action movie Jin had found, but eventually falling to darkness.

It hadn’t taken long for Hoseok to leave work – calling his afterschool class to a close earlier than usual so that he could pick up Namjoon and go see Taehyung. Jin hadn’t told him much of anything, mostly just explained that Tae was sick and Jungkook had said some stuff that had hurt his feelings – which was absurd because those two never intentionally hurt each other, especially not with words. It was one of the things he had envied about them, how well they worked. His next concern was that Tae was sick and had still left the house. His homebody boyfriend felt better leaving their home because he didn’t want to be around Jungkook?

Nothing was making sense.

Namjoon had had to tell him to slow down three times before they’d finally reached his stylish home. Hoseok had left his car parked partially in the street and had moved past Namjoon to get into the house first. He’d swung the door open so hard it had slammed into the wall, but thankfully the only reaction that was given was Jin’s startled yell and Namjoon’s complaints about Hobi breaking things. Taehyung was asleep on the chair with his head nestled int Jin’s lap and soft congested snores sounded from him. Thank goodness he hadn’t been disturbed.

“Sorry.” Hoseok murmured as he moved to kneel by his boyfriend. Jin’s face softening a little bit. “Is he alright… he looks like he has a fever…”

“I think he does.” Jin agreed, stroking his fingers through Tae’s hair. “He’s been getting warmer, but other than that I think he just wanted someone to be with him. Jungkook had apparently told him that Tae was distracting him from work and that he needed to stay away because he was sick? Or something? I don’t know, it seemed like a small thing.”

“It’s not.” Hoseok said, his voice hardening.

Jungkook had told Tae to stay away from him because he was sick? The same Jungkook that would cling to either of them every chance he got whenever he possibly could? Not to mention that he said that when Tae was clearly not well…

A heat spread through him that made his jaw clench.

“I should probably get him home.”

“I didn’t give him any medication, but just take some back with you. Joonie?” Namjoon stepped behind the chair and lent down to lay peck on Jin’s lips and cheek. “Hey… can you fetch a few immunity boosting potions, as well as some of the cold and flu ones that I made earlier?”

“Sure, I’ll put a variety in. I have some balms and ointments that will help with any fevers or raw area’s.” Namjoon added before trailing off further into the house, muttering about what else could help.

Jin smiled with reassurance and Hobi let out a sigh as he moved to retrieve a balled up tissue from Tae’s hand. . “He’s fine. The worst of it really was that he seemed lonely but was afraid of being a bother, which is unlike Tae.”

“I know. I just – Sorry.” He stood up abruptly as he searched his pockets for his phone that had started blaring. Tae shifted in his sleep and Hoseok scrambled to find it faster, answering as soon as it was out. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to speak before Jungkook started rambling on in a state of panic.

“I don’t know where he is! He was here and then I thought he was asleep but he’s not asleep because he’s not here! And he’s not answering his phone, please tell me you have him?!”

That heat from before amplified. If Jungkook was going to be sounding that scared of Taehyung not being around then why the hell did he send him away in the first place?

“You asshole.” Hoseok hissed, then lowered his pitch to avoid waking the sick witch. “You basically told him that he was being a pest! What the hell is wrong with you Jungkook? You didn’t even know that he left until now? He tried to walk to Jin and Namjoon’s place. In this cold weather, because you couldn’t be bothered to spare an hour with him.”

“I-I didn’t realise –“

“You didn’t realise? You have been dating him longer than I have Jungkook, you should have fucking realised! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m sorry!”

Hoseok bit his tongue as he heard the choking tears in the hybrids voice. He shouldn’t be snapping at Jungkook. He shouldn’t be picking a side. They were supposed to be open and honest and understanding with one another. Clearly something had gone wrong, but he had a feeling that Jungkook understood his mistake, even if it wasn’t understood as quick as it should have been.

“Okay. Okay, I’m going to bring him home. He’s safe – just… he looks plain exhausted.”

“I’m sorry..” Jungkook repeated softly. “I didn’t think he’d leave.”

Hobi took a deep breath. “We’ll see you at home Jungkook… Just hang on there.”

Taehyung had woken up about halfway home, coughing deeply into the blanket that Jin had lent to them. It was harsh and crackly and overall, just didn’t sound good. Hoseok had sped up just a bit to get him home faster, so that they could get him medicated and in bed… maybe a bath would help.

“Sleep well, Baby?”

He got a rough, undecipherable mumble and Tae struggled to push himself upright from where he was lying down in the back seat.

“We’ll be home soon.” He promised, watching Tae rub at his eyes and then his nose in the rear-view mirror. Then added. “Jungkook was worried about you.”

“He told me to.. to le-ehh hh’-ve…. hh’HE’HEITCHh… HUH’HRESHH’uhh…ugh.”

“Bless. And I know, I don’t think he realised the impact his words had.”

Tae sniffled and rubbed his nose with the edge of the blanket. “He’s jus’ stressed. I over reacted,”

“I don’t think you over reacted.” Hobi answered honestly, that heat from earlier still present even after he’d tried to stamp it down. “He said something wrong when you needed him, perhaps if it happens again then it might be wise to talk about it instead of leaving without telling anyone though, or at least take your phone with you. But the three of us are in this together, neither of us like seeing you sick and Jungkook shouldn’t have taken his stressors out on you.”

He didn’t get an answer. Taehyung just stared blankly out of the window at the dying light out the world until they pulled up at their complex.

After wrapping him tightly in the blanket and draping his coat over Tae’s shoulders, they began their climb to home. Hoseok kept a steady arm around the witch and had to catch him once when Tae had snapped forward into a bout of surprise sneezes that had almost caused him to slip up the stairs when heading to their apartment. They went a bit slower after that. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see Jungkook waiting outside the door for them. He had been perched on the ground with his back to the door chatting politely to their neighbours six year old daughter, and by chatting the conversation had probably mostly been about wanting to play with Jungkook’s floppy ears and asking when he could teach her to draw ‘like a real artist’ again. He didn’t seem as invested as he usually was, and after having glanced up and seen his boyfriends, had almost burst into tears. Taehyung had actually started crying, both choking out apologises.

Hobi smiled. They’d all be fine it seemed. He greeted the child and encouraged her to get out of the cold, waiting for her to be inside before he opened their door and gently tugged his boyfriends inside. The smell hit him first and he sent Jungkook a questioning look.

“Did you make food?”

“Yeah,” he swiped at his face with a sniff. “I thought if I made japchae then Tae would want to eat something.”

The news only caused the witch to let out a sob that had him coughing for breath.

“Tae, baby… please calm down, you’re going to make yourself worse…” Hoseok laid a kiss to his burning cheek and reached to squeeze Jungkook’s hand. “Why don’t you and Kookie go take a bath? I’ll fetch you some water to drink and get the food reheated, okay?”

“Will you join us?”

“I think you two should be alone for a bit, I want to read over everything that Joon and Jin gave us for you.” The dancer placed kiss gently on the tip of Taehyung’s nose, grinning widely as the witch’s tears were halted with a hitched breath. “Don’t take too long though, I missed you both so much today. These extra classes are going to kill me.”

Hoseok took a moment outside the bathroom door to listen to his boyfriends whisper soft words to one another, a flurry of apologies made a second appearance from Tae but was cut off abruptly. Hoseok took that as his cue to get everything ready for when they got out.

Everything would be worked out by tomorrow and yet he was definitely still going to be leaving his classes early to join in on whatever mess was going to be happening here. Taehyung had never learnt the ability to not share anything in his life.

#bts sickfic #sneeze #colds #sick taehyung #stressed jungkook #bunny hybrid jungkook #witch taehyung #witch jin #witch namjoon #poly #they're good boyfriends #i swear #i hope i wrote this right #fever?#coughing #cuddles #and lots of tea

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seungkwanslowqualityenglish · 4 years

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Boyfriend!Sungchan

Who: Sungchan (NCT)

Word Count: 3.1k

Genre: Fluff / Boyfriend AU

Warnings: N/A

Request: No

Happy birthday @jwisungchan.

When you first met Sungchan, it was a rather awkward meeting.

Like he somehow literally ran you over and knocked you down in the middle of the supermarket.

Like he is really so tall he somehow didn’t see you, and he just like completely plowed over you in the middle of the store while reaching for the kind of chips he wanted.

As soon as he realizes you were there and saw you hit the floor he was instantly gobsmacked, like omg he did this, he caused this.

After a moment of initial shock he would instantly become more worried than he really needs to be.

You then received about ten minutes of attention from this stranger as he helped you up, repeatedly apologized, and made sure you were okay.

He’s like one second away from calling an ambulance even though he just knocked you over and it wasn’t that bad.

To an outsider they would think that he hit you with his car with how much he is overreacting and making such a big deal out of seemingly nothing.

You only got his name after he apologized for like ten minutes, then he finally told you his name was Sungchan.

That was the start of an awkward acquaintanceship with him.

The both of you always seemed to run into each other in the supermarket, maybe it was just that you had similar schedules, or maybe he just lived near that certain supermarket.

He would never admit it but after the first meeting, he started coming to that supermarket on purpose hoping he might see you again.

And see you again he did, many times, luckily these times were not because he knocked you over.

It was about the tenth time before something happened that was more than just the both of you acknowledging the other.

Sungchan had been pretty distracted talking to you, somehow over all the coincidently meetings you had started to form somewhat of a friendship.

Out of nowhere someone ran down the aisle, their cart speeding ahead of them as they ran, seeing the cart, you took a step back before tugging Sungchan towards you, out of the path of the cart, that he was so oblivious he hadn’t noticed was coming this way.

After that, the two of you decided maybe there were better places to stop and converse than the middle of the busy supermarket, the both of you instead deciding to meet at the near park.

That was the start of your true friendship, it all started as you were both sitting on the park bench, talking away till well past midnight.

The only reason you stopped talking was once you realized how late it was, both admitting they should probably go home, but not before switching numbers and planning to meet up tomorrow.

Tomorrow turned into next week, which turned into next month, before long, the two of you had been meeting up to hang out for about six months.

Something had changed between the two of you, but it was something you couldn’t point out, and part of you didn’t want to, since what if he didn’t feel the same, what if it ruined your friendship.

You two had plans to meet and go to the park where your friendship first blossomed, but something had came up, causing you to cancel on him unexpectedly, but he understood that sometimes those things happen.

This was the time you realized that maybe it was worth it, you texted him asking him if he wanted to go out on a date with you.

To say he was confused would be an understatement, since instead of what you expected, he replied asking when you wanted to hangout.

After correcting him and a few more texts of confusion from him, he finally understood what you were asking, and the two of you had plans to go on your first official date at one of the cafes in the area.

To say the date went well would be an understatement, the two of you seemed like you had been together longer, well that’s what the elderly café owner said.

That was the first of many dates with him, before the two of you just finally decided to make things official, since by that point you were basically dating, just not officially.

The first time you called Sungchan your boyfriend, he started acting a bit awkward, like you called him something really nice and he didn’t exactly know whether you wanted him to do the same or not.

Before long he finally did call you his significant other, and it didn’t take long for the pet names to start.

Most he says as a joke, like when he calls you his sweet potato pie, but he’ll never admit to you that your name in his contacts is something like babe.

If you say something like pet names are stupid, he’ll agree with you, but still call you babe five seconds later, and the truth is, you don’t really mind that.

Probably does something like purposely leaving his hoodies at your house in the hopes you’ll wear them.

Gets to the point you have like half his hoodies so he has to take some back, but still leaves some for you to wear.

When you first notice he left his hoodie, the first thing you did was text him telling him he forgot it, you were hoping he would comeback to get it, but instead he just told you to bring it next time you two get together, he was hoping you’d wear it, but instead you just brought it in your backpack and gave it to him.

It took him blatantly telling you that he liked seeing you wear his jackets, that you finally realized why he was leaving them and all, since he liked seeing you wear his jackets.

The both of you aren’t big on couple items, like matching outfits and all, no, not for you.

But you both have matching phone charms and couple necklaces, just something small and discrete, like you like it.

Meeting Sungchan’s friends would be crazy, he doesn’t let you meet all 22 at once, he doesn’t want to scare you away, instead he introduces them to you in small doses.

Taeyong and Taeil here, Jaemin and Shotaro there, just two or three at a time, before inviting you around groups of 5 and 6, before long all 22.

It was odd meeting his friends, like wow he has 22 friends, rather than finding that odd, you found yourself more envious than anything, like he has 22 friends that he can go to with stuff, compared to your few.

Most were really nice, and after a few months, you had became close to them as well.

They spare no chance to clown Sungchan, especially since the 23 of you have a group chat without him, it was started as a way to plan his birthday, but soon turned into the Sungchan signal group chat.

It’ll be like 2 in the morning, and one of them will send me a message saying Sungchan mentioned he misses them, or it’ll be 7 at night and one of them will message asking you to come get Sungchan, they won’t admit it but it’s because they are getting tired at him constantly beating them in their video game.

Sungchan might be basically a giant, but he will not pass up an opportunity to cuddle, like you in his arms or he in your arms, yes.

He isn’t shy about it either, like you’ll sit on the sofa by him and somehow five minutes later are tangled up in his arms, laying against his chest.

Also, you both will totally fall asleep like that, like the moment your head hits his chest or his head hits yours, it’s over, like you better not have anything planned other than a like five hour long nap.

The both of you always start movies and tv shows together, but you can never finish them.

You wake up four hours later, Netflix is playing episode 5, but you didn’t even finish episode one before falling asleep.

While laying on his chest, he will play with your hair if you let him, and when he is laying on your chest, he would love it if you played with his hair.

He always tries to show interest in things you like, but sometimes that can be a bit of a problem.

He’ll become literally obsessed with things you vaguely mentioned liking once, and you just don’t have the heart to tell him you don’t like knitting anymore, but like he already got all this knitting stuff and he’s watching knitting youtube tutorials and he’s so excited, that’s how you end up knitting a huge lopsided blanket that stays on your sofa.

He would show a lot of interest in what you like, and honestly if you showed interest in his hobbies, he would be so overdramatic all you don’t need to like what I like, and when you keep pushing it, he finally accepts it, and he just like falls for you even more.

The both of you would get into things that neither of you were in before, but things never last long, the hobbies changing constantly.

Like the leatherworking classes you took weren’t that fun, cheesemaking didn’t last after you found out there wasn’t a tasting section in the class, painting was okay until you both realized you were a little too playful for a class area, and so forth.

When he first meets your parents, he is going to be scared, like what should he bring, what should he say, how should he act, the whole thing.

He probably shows up with like twenty things for your parents, like he didn’t know what kind of wine they like, so he bought red, white, rose, champagne, and nonalcoholic, he didn’t know what flowers your mom would like, so he brings a bouquet bigger than really needed, probably also brings some dessert or something else.

Meeting your parents was extremely stressful to him, however all would go well, he would enchant your parents as he had you, and his worry was unfounded.

Meeting his parents would be easy, he would have probably already introduced you to them at some point before having dinner with them the first time, that would easily accept you without question.

The first time he kisses you will probably be straight out of a drama, like spare the cherry blossoms that just happen to be falling, straight out of a drama.

It would probably be after a date, just as the night is starting, you’d notice him staring near your mouth a lot, before you just tell him he can kiss you if he wants to.

He would be embarrassed you caught him doing that, but nonetheless, kiss you anyways.

His kisses would be tentative, he’d be hesitant not wanting to cross any boundaries or go too far.

Rather than kissing your lips, he’d probably kiss the edge of your lips or your cheek more than likely.

Will kiss you all over your face everywhere but your lips, then when you get impatient you kiss him, he’s just like now calm down there needy.

Can and will tease you for anything and everything, but also knows when to stop.

He’ll do it for a laugh from you, but never go so far it makes you mad or angry at him.

If you two were mad at each other and fighting, he’d probably try to avoid the problem in all.

Like he’d isolate himself from you, going somewhere you aren’t, even if that means leaving the house, to keep from making it worse.

He wouldn’t be the first to apologize, he’d probably wait for you to, and when you don’t since you weren’t wrong, he’d talk about it to his friends and receive 22 comments calling him a dumbass that needs to apologize or at least work through it.

He would then apologize after he realizes how stupid he has been being.

Fights might last a day or so, but rarely over a week, both of you just mutually agree you are right and that the argument is a draw since you miss each other but neither will admit they are wrong.

Would love treating you to something after any argument, or even just him thinking you are mad at him.

Like you didn’t give him his usual good morning kiss, therefore you must be mad at him, so he offers to take you to a cat cafe or dog cafe or something so you aren’t mad at him anymore.

Overthinks everything, like you fail to text him good morning one day, and within thirty minutes he is on your doorstep with tea or coffee, flowers, and your favorite pastry asking for your forgiveness for whatever he did.

He then feels like an idiot when you tell him the only reason you hadn’t texted him yet was because you overslept.

The king of, ask for forgiveness instead of permission regarding everything.

He shows up with a puppy without telling you he adopted one and is just like sorry I just thought we needed this little face in our lives, can you tell her no.

Or he rearranges your living room one day when you are at work and later is just like, you said you wanted to remodel your room, I did it so you wouldn’t have to waste the energy doing it.

You like that however, and you end up doing it as well.

It gets to the point that neither of you knows what they might walk into.

Like is Sungchan painting a room blue or are you bringing home twelve stray cats, who knows.

Sungchan would probably love cooking with you, even if you can’t cook, he has no problem teaching you.

He probably can’t cook much, but still will teach you the 3 recipes he knows, and in exchange wants you to teach him recipes you know.

Will go out of his way to learn to make things from your culture if it isn’t the same as his.

He might mess it up a few times, but he’ll try his best which is what matters.

He’d be the most helpful around the house, pretty much doing whatever you ask him to without question.

Like ask him to clean the bathroom while you clean the kitchen, just show him the supplies and he’s got it.

He wouldn’t allow you to clean the house alone, he has to help, even if you are just like oh I’m almost done, he’s just like no must help.

The way he sees it, the faster the cleaning gets done, the quicker the cuddling and watching tv can happen.

Despite how helpful he can be, there would also be little things he does that you hate.

Putting cups on the top shelf since he can reach them, but not thinking about you being unable to since you are shorter than him.

Putting everyday items on the highest shelf since it’s not the highest shelf to him, but you aren’t six feet tall like him.

He doesn’t do it on purpose, it’s just a habit of his he can’t seem to break, he doesn’t even really think when he does it, he just does it without thinking, hey I wonder if they can reach things.

It wouldn’t be until you fall off the counter trying to get a mug and he ends up bandaging your wounds and helping you get better that he realizes what he does.

From then on he promises to put all the stuff on lower shelves, like something about you getting injured trying to reach the items he put on the highest shelf just rubs him wrong and he makes it his mission from then on to never use the highest shelf.

Well, there are a few exceptions, he’d probably hide presents he gets you on the top shelf in a way you can’t see it.

Most wouldn’t do that, like hiding a Christmas present in the top shelf in the kitchen, just asking for the person it is for to find it, but if you can’t see it, you can’t find it.

Would get oddly hyped for the holidays, like you don’t know what but each and every holiday he’s gotta go all out.

Pink and red hearts, flowers, candles, and candies everywhere for Valentine’s Day.

Spiders, webs, and all everywhere for Halloween.

Lights, trees, and all everywhere for Christmas.

Has a Christmas tree in every room, luckily most are small and just like sitting on a shelf.

Maximum mistletoe on the ceiling for maximum kisses.

Can and will purposely get you stuck under the mistletoe and not let you move until you kiss him.

Gets really into all the holiday stuff, like baking and all as well.

Doesn’t just build a gingerbread house with you, makes a whole gingerbread village and gives all the gingerbread people names and backstories.

Gets devastated when you eat Mr. Kim first since Mrs. Kim has already suffered enough, she lost both her children in a car wreck just weeks ago and has now lost her husband, completely confuses you and it ends in him explaining everyone and their dynamics to you.

Loves taking you to all those events that are only season, can not miss a single one either.

Taking you to Christmas markets, ice skating, summer fairs, spring festivals, fall fest, and all.

Will win or buy you at least one thing you didn’t need at each event.

Will waste fifty dollars playing fair games to win you the biggest teddy bear despite you telling him a hundred times you don’t need another bear.

Before long you start to run out of room so it’s like either build a shed, rent a storage room, or just start winning smaller things, so he decides maybe he doesn’t always have to win you the biggest bear.

He would enjoy being with you at events like this, just wishing he had a way to document it other than just in his memory, one of his friends would then be like um cameras exist and he’s finally just like oh yeah.

Takes photos of you all the time, probably decides one day he wants to make you a scrapbook, but he just loves all the photos of you too much he can’t pick a few, so he just makes you a dvd with all the photos on it.

Really big on putting photos of you, maybe photos of you both if you talk him into it, around the house.

Your house looks like a middle aged couple’s house with photos of your children all on the wall, but if you look closely, it’s just your animals and you both.

In the end, you two would just be a soft cute couple.

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all-of-the-imagines-for-eve · 4 years

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Stressed and In Love ~ Paul Lahote

A/n: REQUESTS!!! MAKE ME SO HAPPY!!!

Request: "My god, I had this idea and now I’m hoping I can live it though your amazing writing! So Bella’s sister tries to talk Bella out of going to Italy to save Edward, when she failed she stayed with Jake so she wouldn’t have to be alone till Charlie came home from work. Jake took her to hang out at Sam’s and Emily’s with the pack, trying to comfort her about losing her sister. When they get there Paul imprints on her and it’s like supper cute and stuff ? This was super long but feel free to ignore!🥰" by @sweetkiitty

A/n: As promised! Sorry again that I took a while. I really do appreciate your guys' requests so much I'm just hyper fixiated on something else right now. Thanks also for your patience, and the love that last Embry request got! Love you guys :)

Word Count: 2500+

MASTERLIST

"BELLA DON'T!" The panicked, desperate words came not from the best friend that had fallen in love with her, but the sister who had cared about Bella far longer on a far deeper level. When Jacob had failed to convince her even after he pulled each and every string he knew, Y/n stepped in to give it a shot.

Bella's expression remained constant. Grim and guilty, but also a little panicked. "I have to." She struggled to find some way to explain it but came up with nothing.

"You have a life here," Y/n insisted. "Someone who loves you and will treat you better than a guy who's bred to kill you. You're food to him!"

Bella stepped away from me. "You don't know what you're talking about."

Y/n grunted in frustration. "He left you! Without hesitation. You told me he didn't care for you, and now you're going to prime vampire central because he's put himself in danger? Come on Bella!"

She shook her head. "He's doing it because he thinks I'm dead."

"He's doing it because he's a drama queen who's overly obsessed with you in the most creepy way possible!" Y/n argued.

Bella ripped away from her. "One day you'll understand."

Y/n felt her loss and stepped away, her eyes watering. "I hope I never end up like you, Bells. The way you guys cannot survive without each other... it's toxic."

Lost on what to say, Bella got in the car, leaving Y/n and Jacob to simply watch it vanish in the distance around a corner. When she was really gone, Jacob broke. Soft sobs came from him as he turned away, trying to hide his face. Y/n, completely understanding, moved to him. It was easy to forget when he was there taking up her attention. She rubbed his back until she got him to open up to her. He finally scooped her up in a hug, burying his face in her neck.

Y/n and Jacob were the same age. They didn't go to school together, but with their dads being so close, had been friends for ages. When Y/n had chosen to stay with Charlie and Bella with Renee, Y/n had quickly taken Bella's place as Jacob's best friend. They had both depended on each other for a long time, finding solace in each other away from everyone else. When Embry left, Jake came to Y/n. When he had a crush on Bella and she got with Edward, he came to Y/n. When Bella had decided to stay with their mom and Y/n had stayed with their dad and that meant that the two girls wouldn't see each other anymore, Y/n went to Jake. When her first boyfriend didn't show up to her first dance and stood her up, Jake had gotten dressed up and gone with her instead.

It only made sense that as Bella rode to her probable death for an asshole that was throwing a fit after HE left HER - rightly so might I add - Jake and Y/n spent the night together, cuddling and comforting.

Charlie wasn't going to be home for hours and they hated empty, silent houses, so they headed to Jake's instead. They stayed silent as Jake drove, moving inside with the same quiet. "Do you mind if we make a stop by Emily's? She's really good at comforting?"

Y/n was plenty aware of what Jake was. Y/n had actually found out even before Jake knew when she'd confronted Embry about hurting him and things had gone super south when she'd set him off. Thank god Sam was there to intervene. It had been a relief to be able to comfort Jacob when he'd turned too, even though she'd been secretly hoping he wouldn't.

"Of course." It was less that he thought she wouldn't want to go to Emily's and more that he was asking if it was okay to be around other people. Y/n had never met any of the other pack members. She did adore Emily though, so she didn't mind. It was nice to know Jake had more people who were much closer to go to for comfort, other than her and Bella.

There was a rule at Emily's: if you heard talking, come in. Jake knew how awkward I was about just walking into new people's houses though, so he knocked.

Emily answered, smiling with greeting and confusion when she saw it was Jake. "Why did you knock?" Jake motioned to me and her eyes moved. She nodded, her smile growing. "I see! And who is this?"

"I'm Y/n Swan," Y/n greeted, holding out her hand.

Emily rolled her eyes, amused instead of annoyed. She pulled Y/n into a hug and it was strong and warm and Y/n felt like nothing could ever bother her again. No wonder Sam had fallen for her. No wonder this had been Jake's default place to go for comfort. Emily radiated a motherly, safe energy like no one else Y/n knew did. "Now come in. I can make you some food. You hungry?"

Y/n giggled as she was pulled from Jake and into the house, her previous companion closing the door behind the two women. "Y/n!" Embry cheered, standing and jogging to her to envelope her in a hug. Embry had become as much of a brother to Y/n as Jake was. She melted into him and he seemed to sense her need of a pick-me-up. So he did just that. He picked her up, right off of her feet, and spun around. She squealed, cinching tightly to his body to stable herself.

They were both laughing when he set her down. She shot a wide eyed look at Jake, who busted up as well. Emily made a comment about being careful and not breaking anything, but it was lost as Y/n looked around to take in everyone else. See if she knew anybody else.

She did not.

However, her eyes seemed to graze over everyone else just to race to the moment when her gaze net his.

He was a little shorter than Embry. A little more muscled. He had a smile that made her a little nervous, a mix of curiosity and a little danger in his expression. His hair was just as dark as everyone else's, but favored a short hair style like Jake's rather than a little long and wavy like Quil's or Embry's. He was looking directly at Y/n, as if waiting for her to look back. And when she did, both of their breaths caught.

His face went blank and his skin seemed to go an odd color, like he was motion sick or something. His body relaxed. His grip on the fork in his hand loosened and fell onto the glass plate underneath, making a very loud clatter that made Y/n jump.

Everyone looked over at him. "You okay over there, man?" one of the other people Y/n didn't know asked.

Jake nudged her as Embry finally let her go. She managed to tear my eyes away from the boy - who was really pretty and overall nice to look at and also shirtless dear god why were they always shirtless - and look over at Jake as he began speaking. "So, let me introduce you to the gang. Embry, Sam, and Quil you know. Then we have Leah and Seth, the Clearwaters. You remember me mentioning them?" Y/n nodded wordlessly. "Jared is the one next to Seth." They all waved as their names were said, Leah settling on just looking over and then away. "And then there's Paul."

Looking back at him loosened Y/n's chest. She hadn't realized that it was squeezing when she'd looked away, but the relief now was indistinguishable. "Hi." She meant the word to be smooth and clear, but came out as a kind of choked off squeak.

Paul... blushed. Someone laughed and then everyone's eyes went wide and I felt like I was suddenly on the outside of a conversation I'd missed the beginning of. Someone else made a noise that was obviously a laugh being masked as a laugh. Everyone was smirking. Except Leah. She rolled her eyes and looked away.

"Hey," he finally managed. The room grew quiet, which was very unnatural for this group of people especially. Awkwardness and tension settled in as Paul and Y/n held eye contact for a whole minute.

"Okay," Embry sighed rather heavily. "Seth, move over and let Y/n sit down." Seth giggled before doing just that. Jake didn't help as I shot him a pleading look- Embry had begun moving me to the mow empty chair. He sat me down and I was burning with how close I was to the very pretty man who was still staring at me.

Everyone turned away, forcing sudden conversation that didn't include me or Paul. What was going on, and why did it suddenly feel like I was being set up for something? There was something in the back of my brain, just out of my reach. Something I wasn't really remembering. Something that would make this make sense. Jake had told me all about the wolves and what had happened. What was I missing?

I'm kind of disappointed, you know? But I guess it was more lucky that I didn't imprint on Bella than anything.

Imprint.

Oh god.

Y/n looked at him, feeling her heart beginning to race. "I-" He had finally looked at her as she spoke, food forgotten but obviously searching for something to say to her. Was this shyness usual for him? How were they ever supposed to get along if both of them were quiet and awkward? Y/n stood, her mind racing, and booked it around the other boys and out the door. Her arms crossed over her chest as she began walking home like the total idiot she was.

Behind her, the door closed. Then slammed open again. "Y/n! Y/n wait!" She turned as Paul caught up to her, almost slamming into her. The two were far too close but neither of them could gather the self control to move away. "I- You- I have to-" He grunted as he struggled to say anything.

She swallowed. "You imprinted on me." Paul looked up, surprised. "Jake told me all about you guys, when he turned and then Sam told him I knew. He tells me everything."

Paul nodded then took a second to think. "I know it's kind of sudden and stuff-"

Y/n barked a short laugh that made Paul frown nervously. "Ten minutes ago I was losing my mind as my sister drove off to go after a fucking leech. A monster from nightmares born to kill her, and a toxic boy who watches her when she sleeps and is emotionally demanding and exhausting. Ten minutes ago, my world was destroyed as I watched helplessly as the person who used to be my mom became more like my child after that same asshole ditched her and left her comatose for MONTHS and completely broken after she finally became responsive... That's been my life for- for forever. Bella. Taking care of her and making sure she's alive. And suddenly you're here and I'm supposed to forget how she's probably terrified and in danger and going to die tonight, all because a really pretty boy looked at me and his wolf shit kicked in and now I'm his or whatever."

It was silent for a very long time. "You're not mine, Y/n." He moved even closer, his hand raising to brush her cheek softly. "I'm yours." She swallowed. That was so much responsibility... "And yeah, it's a lot to handle in a short amount of time. I can't imagine- god I don't know how you and Jake don't lock her to her bed and kill that leech yourselves. How you can watch it and deal with it. I wouldn't blame you if you did, even though it's against the treaty or whatever." He rolled his eyes. "But the great thing about being my imprint is now you have me 24/7. If you're upset or in danger or just need someone to try a new dish you've cooked or someone to rant to or someone to sit down and binge watch a show with you so you can have someone to rant about it with, I'm your man. And as long as I'm not out there fighting someone or Sam doesn't need me for something just as important, I'm instantly available. No more coordinating with Jake and balancing with distance. I'm there and I move fast, so it doesn't matter where you are, I'm now with you." His hands moved awkwardly through the air, his words earnest.

Someone to be by my side... No matter what day or time or distance... Well, within reason.

"Wow," Y/n whispered. "That's a lot of work for you." Suddenly her heart was racing again. "I'm really hyper once you get to know me. I never stop talking. I'll bug you constantly, I really will-"

"Good," Paul interrupted. Both of them were getting excited. They were even closer now, as close two people can be without having to cross their eyes to see each other. "Any reason to be around you as often as possible. I'll take it."

Y/n licked her lips. "I know I said that I have a lot going on... but you're really pretty and very close and I kind of really want to kiss you."

Paul laughed. "Thank god." The hand that was on her face earlier moved to cup her cheek, the other hand gripping her waist. It started hesitant and soft but the second their lips touched, the kiss grew hard and his grip became rough and desperate. He pulled her to him and she was knocked breathless. Her fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, slipping up to lightly grip the short strand of his hair. The kiss broke to allow him to gasp, sucking air in sharply with rhythm to the light tugs.

"Holy shit." They finally parted, giddy smiles on their faces and a shared sort of lightness in their bodies. "Do that again."

Paul grinned. "How about for now-" Y/n popped up on her tiptoes, quickly pressing her lips to his again. He jerked forward, deepening the kiss instantly. He grunted, pushing her back for a second, blinking to clear his mind. "I want to do that. A lot. But uh-" he inhaled deeply and then exhaled again, trying to stabilize himself. "You make me very nervous and I'm super not used to that. How about some food?"

Y/n's smile was soft and sweet and warm and beautiful. She'd loved hearing about imprints and kind of had wanted Embry to imprint on her. When he hadn't, she'd moved on from the idea and been perfectly fine with just chilling instead. But now... she was kind of overexcited at the prospect of being handed someone she knew would be good for her.

They were both excited about it.

The most fun would be learning WHY they were good together, though.

And they were excited for that too.

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xbaepsae · 4 years

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prove it (m)

“How could he not see how this was all affecting you? Why didn’t he realize you needed him to be present in your life? But as much as you needed him to be one hundred percent here for you, a part of you would just rather have him one hundred percent gone.”

[boyfriend!jeongguk x girlfriend!reader]

genre: estranged relationship!au, smut, some angst

word count: 4.9k

rating: mature

warnings: mutual masturbation, jealousy, language

a/n: this is another reupload! i went back and reread this and, honestly, it’s not too shabby. granted, it’s not that complex, but i enjoyed writing this estranged relationship between jk and the reader. kind of want to write a follow up. let me know lol. xoxo

Long distance relationships suck.

Even for the strongest of people, separation is never easy. Ideally, everyone wants to believe that not being with the person they love all the time isn’t a big deal. However, after a while, there are different factors that cause major stress in a relationship.

There’s a lack of communication sometimes; you can’t physically see them often, so you resort to the basic text and phone call. Still, it’s not the same. Seeing someone through a phone is vastly different than physically being with them. There’s a lack of intimacy too; no holding hands, late night cuddles. Your toys and hands can only do so much, unfortunately.

Being long distance wasn’t always the case for you and Jeongguk, but it became a reality when you both decided to attend different universities.

Early in your relationship, you both avoided talks about the future. In the back of your mind, you already knew that you both had different plans for college. But you didn’t want to admit it out loud—not even to him.

A part of you was afraid about the longevity of your relationship. Most long-distance relationships, and even more so with high school relationships, don’t really make it. But you loved Jeongguk; you don’t think you’ll ever be able to love anyone else as much. As cheesy as it may sound, he’s your other half. You knew that there were others out there, but you didn’t want anyone else.

“You’ll call me every day, yeah?” you asked him the day you both graduated.

“Of course,” he caressed your arm. “Every day.”

The first semester at college, you both talked nearly every day. And you were happy; so happy that despite the distance, not much had changed. Even with your different schedules, you both still made time for each other. You both even visited each other—you went to see him during Halloween, and he surprised you before your finals.

But of course, life gets in the way.

After the first winter break, the communication between you two dwindled. And after that first summer, everything changed. Even when you both did happen to be home, you barely had the time to talk let alone hang out. You found out more about Jeongguk’s life from his Instagram account than you did directly from him. Every time you scrolled onto his page, countless pictures of him partying and hanging out with his friends filled your screen—and yet, no time to give you a quick phone call. It was frustrating.

You considered calling it quits multiple times—what is the use of being with someone if you both don’t act like a couple? It was so bad; you couldn’t even remember the last time you two were in the same room. But every time you brought up the issue, Jeongguk did some redeemable act and you forgave him instantly.

It seemed to be a never-ending cycle.

And now, even though you both were well into your third year in college, Jeongguk was still tethering you on a string. How could he not see how this was all affecting you? Why didn’t he realize you needed him to be present in your life? But as much as you needed him to be one hundred percent here for you, a part of you would just rather have him one hundred percent gone.

***

3:14 PM | Jeongguk: I’ll call you later

3:15 PM | You: for real?

You watched the text bubble pop up for a few seconds before disappearing. And when it disappears, it doesn’t pop up again. A sigh leaves your mouth as you drop your phone onto the table.

“Are you texting him?”

Looking up, you make eye contact with your friend Taehyung. “Yeah…”

“And?” Taehyung prompts you to finish your sentence.

“And…he said he’ll call me later,” you say, “but these types of texts from Jeongguk are pointless and disappointing.”

You met Taehyung your first year at college, and immediately hit it off. You helped him with his math homework, and he paid you back by listening to all of your Jeongguk drama. Sometimes you wished you could fall for Taehyung—a relationship with him was bound to be easier than the one you had right now—but he was already in a deeply committed relationship with the cute librarian assistant, Jimin.

“I mean, at least he texted you, right?” your friend attempts to make you feel better, but you feel anything but that.

“I guess.”

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself, buttercup,” Taehyung smiles, “because today is not the day to be down in the dumps!”

Half the time, you have no idea what the words that came out of his mouth even mean. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you remember?” You have no idea. “It’s Hoseok’s birthday tonight!”

After a few moments, the gears in your head begin moving and you remember Taehyung mentioning something about it last week. You aren’t really close with Hoseok though; he’s Taehyung’s friend and a member of the soccer team, so it slipped your mind.

You have only chatted with Hoseok twice; once was at a party freshman year and you were wasted, and the second was in line for coffee at Starbucks; but you were pretty sure he had no idea who you were. “But I don’t really even know him.”

“Y/n, he doesn’t care who comes; hell, I think he invited the entire school. Besides, I already told him that you’re my plus one since Jimin can’t make it.”

Even though it was a Friday, you were not in the mood to do anything. All you wanted was to return back to your apartment and sleep until Monday rolled around. “Tae…”

“It’ll take your mind off of Jeongguk,” he says in a sing-song voice.

And he’s right—it will be a distraction from your issues in the love department. You think about it for a moment before deciding to hell with it; you’re going to allow yourself to enjoy tonight. “Okay fine, I’ll go.”

Taehyung gets up in that moment and engulfs you in a hug, which attracts the stares of many people in the room. “Thanks y/n!”

“I think you can let me go now,” you pat his back and he lets you go with an airy oh.

“Okay, well, I’ll swing by your place at around seven and then we’ll goooooo!”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and bid your friend goodbye as you both leave. You’re pretty sure Taehyung has a class, but he’s going the opposite direction…so you’re not sure what he’s doing. But you don’t think too much about it and make it back to your apartment. There, you greet your roommate, Nana.

“Hey, girl hey,” she smiles, and you’re struck once again by how pretty she is.

You and Nana have been roommates since you both started going to school here. Most people don’t end up living with their first roommate their entire stay at college, but you both got along well and there has never been a problem. Also, you two just knew too much about each other’s living habits at this point to live with other people.

“Hi,” you smile back, setting your things down before falling down onto the couch beside her.

“So, how was your day?”

Since you both are juniors and have busy schedules, it seems like you never really get to see each other. Which sucks because you honestly consider Nana to be your best friend, besides Taehyung of course.

“It’s been okay,” you begin, “I barely passed my exam in history and managed to turn in my paper for lit right before the deadline…and Jeongguk texted me.”

“Jeongguk texted you?” she only seems to pick up the last bit you said.

“Yep,” you pop the end of the word.

“How’d that go?”

You give her a look, “Horrible.”

Nana gives you a sympathetic smile, “Sorry boo that you have such a shitty boyfriend.”

“He’s not shitty…he’s just…” you try to get the words out about how loving Jeongguk really is, but your mind fails you. Maybe she’s right. “Okay, maybe he is being a little shit right now.”

“You know, I really liked Jeongguk when I first met him,” your roommate says. “But then he just stopped coming to see you.”

You sigh and burry your head into a pillow, “I know.”

“What did he even text you about?”

“He said that he’ll call or whatever—but I’m not even sure if he’s serious, or just messing with me,” you lift your head up. “Do you know that we haven’t talked since school started again?”

Nana gasps, “That was almost two months ago.”

“Exactly.”

“Y/n!” she screams your name. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m actually going crazy, Nana,” you feel defeated; what kind of relationship is this? “But maybe tonight will get this shit off my mind.”

“What are you doing tonight?” she asks.

You explain how Taehyung has basically dragged you to Hoseok’s birthday party and even though you don’t want to go that much, you need to forget about Jeongguk for one night. Nana thankfully agrees with you. She even says that you can borrow one of her dresses since you don’t, in her words, own anything nice.

“Wow are you saying I have no style?” you pretend to be hurt.

“I’m saying you don’t have clothes appropriate for nights like these,” Nana laughs and tells you to follow her to her closet.

When you walk into her room and open her closet—you let her have the bigger closet because she has more clothes than you anyway—you’re not surprised to see a variety of mini skirts and dresses. Nana definitely goes out more than you ever do and proclaims that she can never wear the same outfit twice. “What shall we put you in?”

You shrug, “I’m down to wear anything.”

But maybe you’re giving Nana too much free reign because as she begins to dig through her closet, she pulls out the most revealing dress you’ve ever seen. She tosses it you before you can blink and demands that you have to wear it.

You nearly fall over from the force of the dress, but somehow manage to catch it. Pulling it away from your body, you immediately begin to shake your head. There was no way in hell you can go out in public like this—you don’t even want to wear it in the safety of your apartment. The dress is black with a plunging back and an equally plunging front. And with its short length, it leaves nothing to the imagination. “Hell no.”

“Come on, y/n!” Nana whines, mouth dropping when you fling the dress onto the floor. “This dress will look so good on you!”

“I don��t think anyone can wear this dress,” you frown as she hands you the dress again.

Your roommate rolls her eyes, “Please—I wore this! And I got a ton of male attention that night…you will too.”

But you don’t want the attention of multiple guys, just want the attention of one. “I don’t know, Nana. I’m not one to wear this kind of stuff…”

“Just this one time! Trust me.”

And even though you’re completely out of your element, you succumb to Nana’s demands and trudge into the closet to try the dress on. You let your clothes fall onto the carpeted floor and slip the revealing dress on. Surprisingly, even though you and Nana aren’t necessarily the same size, the dress seems to fit; you just hope all your precious body parts aren’t hanging out on full display.

When you step out for your roommate to see the dress, her jaw drops, and she lets out the loudest ear piercing scream you’ve ever heard. It’s so loud, you’re positive the neighbors heard it.

“Oh my god, y/n! You look so fucking good,” she pushes you towards her full-length mirror and the air seems to leave your lungs.

“I…” you’re at a loss for words, “I…actually like it?”

Nana screams again and proceeds to hug you, but you can’t stop staring at the mirror. You hated the way the dress looked on the hanger; now, is it crazy for you to say it makes you feel like a bad bitch? It feels like you can conquer the world.

“I told you!” Nana exclaims. “God—you look so good; you can just keep the dress after this. I don’t think I could ever wear it again after you just slayed my existence.”

“Okay, you’re just being dramatic at this point.”

“But no seriously, you look amazing and fucking Jeon Jeongguk is missing out,” she says hugging you again. “Can I do your hair and makeup?”

A few hours later, the doorbell rings as you slip your shoes on. Nana runs to answer the door and you smile as Taehyung walks in. The moment his eyes land on you, he stops in his tracks and brings a hand up to his mouth. “Y/n?”

“Don’t look so shocked,” you roll your eyes.

“Who are you and what did you do with y/n?” he runs up to you, inspecting your body from head to toe. “Who knew you had this side in you?”

“You can thank me for that,” Nana slides beside you, offering a bright smile.

After a little convincing, you managed to bribe Nana in coming out tonight too. Your main argument for making her go out too is that you needed someone to last the night with. Even though you are technically Taehyung’s date, he never stays out long and you didn’t want to be left alone with Hoseok and his friends. And you promised that all the drinks were on you, which made her agree in a heartbeat.

“I’m actually blown away,” Taehyung rubs his eyes.

You feel a bit of pride flare up inside of you; if your friends were already so blown away, you can only imagine the reactions from other people.

“You guys are so nice,” you smile before Taehyung makes it known that you all have to go before the party begins.

The three of you hop into his car as he drives to the place where Hoseok’s hosting his party. It’s at a local bar just down the street from school and when you get there, you see a huge sign with the words ‘Happy Birthday Hoseok’ in bold letters. Well, that’s one way to let everyone know. As Taehyung parks, you realize just how many people are here; birthday boy must’ve really invited everyone.

Walking inside the bar, Hoseok stands front and center and immediately greets you guys.

“Taehyung!” he excitedly says, a bright smile om his face. “Glad you could make it.”

The two of them shake hands before Taehyung wishes him a happy birthday and points to you, “You know y/n and Nana, right?”

“Of course,” Hoseok turns to you and immediately takes in your appearance. You notice his eyes widen at your dress before they meet your gaze. “Glad you guys could make it.”

You redden under his heated look as he reaches a hand out and you return the favor by extending your own too. Taehyung quickly suggests that you all take a picture together before the night gets too crazy and Nana forces you beside Hoseok. You give her a wide-eyed look, but she just smiles. You offer your phone to someone nearby and they tell you four to get into position.

The phone camera flashes while you offer your biggest smile. A few more flashes go off before the phone gets passed back in your direction. You swipe through the pictures, because one is simply not sufficient, and are pleasantly pleased with yourself. You have to admit it, you look pretty good.

“Damn, y/n!” Nana brings the attention to you and everyone begins to ask to see the pictures. But before Nana can pass your phone around, Hoseok tells you that he has to attend to the rest of his guests. At that, you quickly send everyone the pictures.

“I’ll catch you later?” he asks, and you realize he’s talking to you. Heat creeps up your face as you reply with a tentative sure and watch Hoseok walk away.

The moment he’s out of sight, Taehyung and Nana turn to you simultaneously saying that he definitely likes you. And while you’re flattered by the attention, you’re not interested. So you just brush your friends off and walk deeper into the bar. You order the three of you drinks and look at the pictures again.

“I think you should post the pictures,” Nana says sipping her drink.

You raise a brow, “Why?”

“Because you look good,” she talks like it’s the most obvious thing ever.

“Isn’t it a bit scandalous?”

“No?” Taehyung’s words come out like a question. “I’m posting one of these too.”

“Yeah but it’s normal for you to post stuff like this.” You honestly aren’t one to post suggestive pictures. Your feed is rather plain and simple. Also, you don’t party much either so might just look weird, or are you thinking way too much about this?

“Maybe it will elicit a reaction from that boyfriend of yours.”

Your ears perk up at Nana’s words. “I don’t think he even checks my social media…”

She raises a brow, “Girl, all men check their girls social accounts whether they like to admit it or not. Besides, he posted up pics with his boys earlier…why can’t you?”

She has a point. As the two of you were getting ready before, you scrolled through Jeongguk’s profile and saw that he posted a picture from last night. And it was the same pictures he was always posting—him and his friends with those damn red solo cups. If Jeongguk can post pictures of him at parties, why can’t you?

And at the end of the day, they are just pictures—completely harmless. You quickly scroll through the pictures again and pick the one that you look best in. After editing the picture and adding a witty caption, you press post. As you watch the page load, your heart races. Soon, a text bubble pops up signaling that the picture has been posted and you internally scream.

“Did you do it?” Nana asks, looking over your shoulder.

All you can do is nod and shove your phone away from you. “Can we just forget I did that?”

Taehyung and Nana don’t need to be told twice before ordering a round of shots for you, which you down without a fight.

***

As the night progresses, you actually do forget that you posted the picture.

With your phone on silent and your body a little more than slightly buzzed, you let the music and atmosphere of the bar take you away. By this point, you aren’t sure what time it is or where Taehyung went. You’re betting that he already left, but you’re too absentminded to really care right now. Beside you is Nana, but she’s rather preoccupied with a guy.

You try to grab her attention, to let her know that you need to run to the bathroom, but it’s fruitless so you just leave. In the bathroom, you push open a stall and let out a cry when your phone falls and narrowly misses the toilet. Thank god. Picking up the phone, you suddenly realize how many unread messages and missed phones you actually have…and they’re all from Jeongguk. You briefly run over the messages and see that he’s been leaving message after message for you to call him.

As if the ten missed calls weren’t enough.

Quickly doing your business, you run out of the bathroom and tell Nana that you need to go back to the apartment. But instead of the both of you leaving, she tells you that she’s more than likely not coming back tonight, and you catch the look in her eyes. Before calling an Uber back, you make her promise to text you and then you’re off.

The moment you step through the threshold of your place, you call him. And surprisingly enough, he answers on the first ring.

“Y/n.” As much as you hate to admit it, you’ve missed his voice.

“Hello to you, too,” you dismiss such defeating thoughts and try to remember your anger towards him.

On the other side of the phone, he sighs, “Where are you?”

“At home,” you tell him, kicking off your heels and walking into your bedroom.

“I see…” he says. “So, you’re not out at a party? I saw the picture you posted.”

You release a deep breath. So that’s what this phone call is about.

“Did you just call to chew me out?” you fall onto your bed. “Because if that’s the case, I don’t want to hear it.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Why the fuck do even you care?” you retort. “I see you partying every week too, and do I make a big deal out of it? No. You’re such a hypocrite.”

Jeongguk is quiet for a moment. He’s so quiet you almost think he’s hung up on you, but before you can say anything else, he asks, “Are you still at the party?”

You roll your eyes, “I told you I’m at home already.”

“Prove it,” he says.

You don’t even know what he’s asking for. How are you supposed to prove you were at your apartment? “What?”

“Skype me.” Oh.

“Isn’t it a little late,” you say, peering at the clock on your wall that reads a little after midnight. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”

Even though you’re angry at Jeongguk ninety-five percent of the time, that doesn’t mean you don’t care to know what goes on in his life. You know that he has practice every Saturday morning and if he doesn’t sleep, he’ll be a cranky little baby.

“Practice is cancelled tomorrow.” It’s like he’s read your mind or something. And after much contemplating, you tell him you’ll skype him.

Grabbing your laptop from the floor, you can’t deny the anxious excitement you feel. You also can’t deny the fact that you miss Jeongguk desperately, even though he can be an asshole. It’s honestly been so long and you want nothing more than to see his face again. Logging onto your skype account, you click on his little icon and watch as the screen begins to make a call. As it loads and connects, you situate your laptop away from you.

And the moment Jeongguk appears on your screen, you feel an array of emotions. He’s in his room, you can tell from his blue pillows and the posters that line the wall behind him. A part of you wants to cry as dumb as it sounds; it just feels like you haven’t seen him in so long. Your eyes run over the softness of his features before meeting his piercing gaze.

“Hey,” you offer a half-smile.

“Hey.”

“So,” you clear your throat, “as you can see, I am at home…in my room.”

He nods, not looking away from you, “Sorry for doubting you. That picture…just really fucked me up.”

“Why?” you question, shifting your position.

“First of all, you look fucking amazing in that dress,” Jeongguk smirks and you remember that you’re still in Nana’s revealing dress, face heating up. “Second, that guy’s hand on your body was literally too much.”

You’re not sure what he’s talking about, so you look back at the picture and notice that Hoseok’s hand was wrapped rather tightly your waist. “I didn’t even realize.”

“Sure.”

“No, I’m serious,” you look back at Jeongguk. “I barely know the guy. It was his birthday tonight and Taehyung invited me.”

“And you still let him put his hands all over you?” he asks.

Why is he getting so angry about the picture? It was just a photo. Never in all the years you two have been together has he ever been like this. Is he jealous? You haven’t thought to pin him as the jealous type, but perhaps it’s finally showing.

“Are you jealous?” you narrow your eyes as his own widen.

“Of course not,” he brushes you off. “I just don’t like it when guys put their hands all over other people’s girlfriends.”

He’s totally jealous and your heart begins to warm at his words. “I’m your girlfriend?”

You’re teasing him and he doesn’t seem to catch on. “Are you not?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Doesn’t really seem like it sometimes. I mean, you never call me. Aren’t people supposed to call their girlfriends? And I just feel neglected, you know? Like you’re living a completely different life from me—like we’re not even dating.”

“I’m sorry,” he immediately says, wetting his bottom lip. “I just—I’ve gotten caught up with life lately. I mean it when I say I’m going to call, because I really want to, but it doesn’t always happen.”

You’re a bit shocked at his apologetic confession because you were not expecting it. Jeongguk is not usually the one in your relationship to cave in first; you’re usually the one who comes running to him. Maybe he does still care about you in the same way he did all those years ago.

“You’re sorry?” you ask. “Prove it.”

His eyebrows raise at your repeated phrase. “What?”

“If you’re so sorry…show me.”

Where these words are coming from, you literally have no idea. While you cave in first, Jeongguk is way more forward about his intentions. It’s like your roles have switched and you strangely love it. His eyes stare into yours with so much intensity, it almost feels like he’s right here with you and not just on your laptop screen.

You wait for him to say something—do something; the anticipation of his actions have you squirming on your bed.

“Take off the dress,” he suddenly says, voice much lower than before.

Your insides clench as you raise your body to kneel on the bed and unzip the dress, letting it fall into a pile around your knees. Jeongguk lets out a deep breath as he takes in your smooth skin, body only covered by your flimsy underwear.

“I couldn’t wear a bra with the dress,” you smile at his reaction.

“Fuck, y/n,” he swears. “Take off the underwear and sit back on the bed. I want to see you.”

You oblige and fling your last item of clothing onto the floor. You’re about to do as Jeongguk wishes and lay back, but you stop. “I want to see you, too.”

His eyes darken as he pushes his laptop forward to reveal more of himself and peels the white t-shirt off his body. Your eyes drink in the muscles that adorns his body—god, it’s been so long since you’ve seen him like this. You’ve missed this all terribly. After chucking his skirt to the side, he pushes the waistband of his sweats down and reveals his already hard cock.

“Commando?” you smile, body heating up with desire. As you say this, he begins to slowly stroke himself and you swear that nothing hotter has ever graced your eyes.

“Lay back for me baby,” he whispers, and you follow his instructions, leaning back onto your headboard so you can still see him. “Touch that pretty pussy of yours for me.”

And you begin touching yourself, hands rubbing your sensitive clit. The first touch already has you moaning Jeongguk’s name. Fuck; you wish he was here with you right now. You wish it was him whose hands were touching you instead of your own. So you imagine his hands on your body instead and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.

“It feels so good,” you moan, watching your boyfriend as he moves his hand up and down his hard shaft. You can see the bit of pre-cum that has already leaked out of his head and you want nothing more than to lick it off. “Jeongguk…”

“You’re so hot,” he forces through clenched teeth. “Stick a finger inside baby. I want to see you fuck yourself.”

You do—you stick one and then another, pretending Jeongguk is actually entering you instead of your fingers. You start with a steady rhythm, slowly moving in and out before going a little faster. Jeongguk begins to match his pace with you and you feel yourself getting close. Your hips begin to buck up into your hands and your palm rubs against your sweet spot.

Sweat begins to bead along your forehead and you use your other hand to rub little circles into your clit again. “I’m so close.”

Jeongguk groans at the image he’s seeing, you desperate for relief. “Cum for me baby; I need you to cum, okay?”

And you can’t help it, you cry as your orgasm hits. It sends waves of pleasure throughout your body, causing your legs to shake. The entire time you ride the high, you’re saying Jeongguk’s name and it isn’t long before his own orgasm arrives. You watch as his face contorts, brows furrowed together and mouth slightly parted, and his load shoots onto his abdomen.

His dark hair is drenched in sweat, and chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. Jeongguk brushes his hair back and grabs his discarded t-shirt to wipe himself. You sit back up on the bed after you catch your own breath and brush your hair to the side.

“Thanks for that,” you tell him, and he laughs.

“Thank you, too,” Jeongguk smiles. “I needed that.”

“Same,” your eyes bore into his and silence passes between the two of you. You know this moment doesn’t change much; there is still a lot of work that needs to be done in your relationship. However, what you do know is that Jeongguk still cares and that give you hope. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you more.”

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Everything Will Be Okay

Astrid comforts Hiccup after he finds out his injuries from a car accident are more serious than he thought. Pure fluff! Like Heaven AU. Hiccstrid are about 16 here.

Hearing her phone ring, Astrid turned her attention away from her homework and looked at the caller ID.

Hiccup 😜

“Hey, Hiccup,” she greeted as she accepted the call.

“Are you busy?” came Hiccup’s voice through the speaker.

“I’m just doing homework. Why, what’s up?”

Hiccup sighed. “I had physical therapy today. You know, for my leg. And my therapist told me that I’m not making the progress he thought I would.”

“Listen, you shattered your bone pretty badly. And with the fracture in your ankle, too, it might take longer than expected for everything to heal all the way.”

“That’s the thing, Astrid. It’s not going to heal all the way.” Hiccup’s voice cracked. “The doctors are recommending I get a second surgery. And if that doesn’t work, I might have to use a wheelchair off and on for the rest of my life. Or maybe just a cane if I’m lucky, but I don’t want to be walking around like an old man with a walking stick. Do you know how much I’ll get teased at school? If I can ever go back to school?”

“But there’s also a chance the second surgery could work, right?”

“I guess, but even if it does, my limp will never go away permanently.” He sniffled.

Astrid frowned. “Hiccup? Are you crying?”

He didn’t reply.

“Are you still there? Hiccup?”

“Can you…can you come over? I need you,” Hiccup said, still sniffling. “And if it’s okay with your mom, do you think you could just stay the night?”

“I’ll ask, but she might say no because it’s a school night. Are your parents there?”

“Yeah, both of them are here. I’ll be honest with you, Astrid, I cried the whole way home from physical therapy, and cried more when we got home. My mom sat with me for a while, but she thought that maybe it would help take my mind off of everything if you came over.”

Astrid shut her laptop and, putting her phone on speaker and resting it on her desk, began to pack up her school supplies. “Yeah, I can come for at least a couple hours. I’ll check with my mom about sleeping over, too. Is there anything you want me to bring?”

“No. But if you’re down to cuddle, that would be great.”

“Of course I am.”

“Great. Well, I’ll let you go, then. Do you need my dad to come pick you up?”

“No, I can walk.”

“But Astrid, it’s freezing out. And dark.”

“I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll ask my dad come get you. I’ll tell him to be there in fifteen.”

“Okay, if you insist. I’ll talk to my mom about the sleepover and text you to let you know what she says.”

“Sounds good. See you in a bit, then.”

“See you. Bye.”

“Bye.”

…

Twenty minutes later, Astrid walked into Hiccup’s house, her overnight bag over her shoulder and a pillow under her arm.

“Hello, dear,” greeted Valka. “I’m so glad you could come. Hiccup could really use a friend.”

“Is he in his room?”

“Yes, love, he’s in his room. Did you have dinner yet? Stoick made pan-seared salmon and noodles. We have leftovers if you’re hungry.”

“No, I didn’t have dinner yet. Do you mind if I bring a plate to Hiccup’s room?”

Valka looked at the things in Astrid’s arms. “Why don’t you go on up and get settled in, and I’ll bring it up to you?”

“Thank you,” smiled the blonde. She ascended the stars and knocked on Hiccup’s door. “Hey, it’s me.”

“Come in.”

Astrid twisted the doorknob and, after putting her bag and pillow down, shuffled over to where Hiccup was sitting with red eyes and a box of tissues and wrapped him in a hug. “You know, no matter what happens, you’ll still have me.”

Unable to hold back his tears, Hiccup broke out into a sob. “I just want to be normal,” he cried, burying his face into Astrid’s shoulder.

“Shhh, it’s gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay,” repeated Astrid, running her fingers through his hair and hugging him closer. By the time Valka came upstairs with her dinner, he had stopped crying and settled back against the pillows, clutching Astrid’s hand for comfort.

“Here you go, Astrid,” Valka said, handing the blonde a warm plate of food. “And what about you, dear? How are you feeling?” She bent down and kissed Hiccup’s forehead. “Do you want any dessert? Or a soda?”

Hiccup shook his head. “No thanks, Mom.”

“Alright, well if you change your mind, just call me. I’ll be back to say goodnight in a little while. Just try not to worry too much, okay? I love you.”

“Love you, Mom.” Hiccup briefly hugged his mother before turning back to Astrid. “I’m just tired of the hospital. And surgery. And being stuck in bed. And I know the kids at school are gonna tease me if I show up with a cane. Or even a wheelchair.”

“They’re jerks if they tease you,” said Astrid, scooping noodles into her mouth. “But as for me, I’d much rather have you alive and needing a little help to walk than have you in your grave. Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were in an accident? And how scared I was when you were in your coma?”

“The coma was only two days,” Hiccup pointed out. “And seeing that I don’t remember it, it’s the least of my worries.”

“But from my perspective, all I could think about was, what if I lose my best friend?”

“And what kind of a friend will I be if I can’t do anything with you besides sit and talk?”

“I like talking to you,” shrugged Astrid. “And besides, you’ll be able to move around more soon. Even if it’s with some help. You’ll adapt.” She took a bite of fish. “You want any of this?”

He shook his head. “I already had some.”

“How about you put on Netflix or something so we can find a show to watch? As soon as I’m done eating, I’ll cuddle with you, too. I put on cozy clothes before I came here just for that reason.”

“What time are you getting up for school tomorrow?” Hiccup asked as he grabbed the remote.

“Six. I’ll try to leave without waking you, but I do have to give a warning that I have to set an alarm for myself.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I I can’t go back to sleep. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Are you still getting your assignments e-mailed to you?”

“Yeah. Right now I’m working on the project for my history elective, so at least I have something keeping me busy.”

“And you’re still making drawings to go with it?” Astrid asked between bites.

Hiccup nodded. “Yeah, wanna see?” He reached over and grabbed his sketchbook from the bedside table. “Here’s Thor and his hammer. And here’s some dragons. And here’s Freja and her cats.”

“They’re awesome.”

“I still have to color them in. I also have to draw Loki and Odin. And I want to do a scene of Vikings sitting in the Great Hall listening to stories. Then I have to get all these drawings on a poster and write a few paragraphs of background research for each of them. What about you? Any big projects you have to finish?”

“I have my AP bio exam coming up soon. That’s kicking my ass right now.” Astrid finished up her food and laid her plate aside. “But it’s okay.”

“And how’s it going with your boyfriend?”

“You mean David? He’s not my official boyfriend yet,” laughed Astrid. “But he is taking me out again on Friday night.”

“Is he treating you good?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t have agreed to a second date if he wasn’t.” She snuggled against Hiccup’s side. “By the way, what are we gonna watch?”

“Will you hate me if I put on Vikings? I know how much you love historical dramas.”

Astrid laughed. “Put on whatever you want. I’ll just snooze. But wake me up when this episode is over because I need a shower before bed.” She draped an arm across his middle.

Grinning, Hiccup pressed the play button before tossing the remote aside and hugging the blonde. “Your boyfriend won’t mind us cuddling, will he?” He winked.

Astrid playfully punched his bicep. “He’s not my boyfriend!” she insisted.

“That’s what you say,” teased Hiccup.

“And even if he was, he wouldn’t be any longer if he had a problem with our friendship.”

“Aww, you’d break up with your crush for me?”

“Of course. Friends come first.” She tugged the duvet over their bodies and kissed his tear-stained cheek. “I mean it. No matter what happens, I’m here for you.”

“Thanks,” returned Hiccup, squeezing her tighter and rubbing his nose against the side of her face. “And thanks for coming here tonight. This is exactly what I needed.”

“You’re allowed to kiss me, you know,” laughed Astrid as she felt him nuzzle her cheek. “You don’t have to do whatever this is.” She reached up and flicked the tip of his nose.

Smiling, Hiccup pressed kisses into Astrid’s hair and against her cheek. “There, is that enough for you?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged playfully. “Maybe one more.”

Hiccup gave her cheek one last kiss before burying his face against her shoulder.

A warm feeling surged through Astrid’s veins as she let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes. “Alright. I’m gonna nap now. Remember, wake me up after this episode is over.”

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” teased Hiccup.

“Unless you want me to walk around school smelling like a yak tomorrow, you’ll wake me.” She snuggled into his chest. “And Hiccup?”

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay.”

#hiccstrid #like heaven #like heaven au #fanfic #my writing #httyd #modern au #modern au hiccstrid #teenage hiccstrid

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prettyboongi · 4 years

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Our Very First Night Together

Reader x Jeon Jungkook

1.9k words

A lots of fluff with a hint of smut

[Note: A requested story. I really liked this since it reminded me of the first time I spent the night with my boyfriend. The hardest part when writing this was coming up with realistic dialogue, which is something I really struggle with. I’m really trying to improve so please have mercy on me. Deuces!]

Jungkook was in the middle of playing a game on his computer when he had gotten your text. Your text read:

“Im outside your door. plz open :p”

Excited, he quickly logged off his game, took off his headset and hurried himself to the door.

Tonight was a big night for you two: it would be the very time you spending the night. Although you two have been dating for almost a year, things have always been too busy to do normal couple things, like, in this case, spending the night at each other’s places. And with that, you and Jungkook have been taking your relationship extremely slow. Besides some intimate cuddling and brief makeout sessions, you two haven’t gone further than that. And since spending the night could mean taking that particular huge step in your relationship, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. He cleaned his entire apartment; he vacuumed and dusted the living room, cleaned the bathroom, and straightened up his kitchen. Once he was finished with that, he went grocery shopping to pick up your favorite snacks like the caring boyfriend he was (he also picked up a box of condoms, you know just in case). Jungkook just wanted to make sure that you felt right at home at his place, maybe even come to think of it as a second home.

Jungkook opens the door to find a smiling you, carrying a large floral print traveling bag in one hand and a filled green grocery tote in the other.

“Hey!”, you exclaim as Jungkook gestures for you to come inside. “Thanks again for letting me spend the night.” After placing your belongings on the floor, you wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck as you two lean in for a sweet kiss.

“Of course, babe”, he says while still holding on to you. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He looks to your side, “What’s in that green bag.”

You released yourself from Jungkook’s embrace to grab your tote. “I got us snacks!”, you said enthusiastically, holding the bag towards him.

He chuckles at your keen attitude. “Y/N, I told you I would cover the snacks,” he says taking the tote from you.

You shrugged and smiled, “Well now we have more snacks.”

I mean she wasn’t wrong but Jungkook still shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?” He hears you giggle as he places the bag on the kitchen counter.

“So,” you began, “What are the plans for the night?”

“Anything you wanna do, to be honest,” he answers.

You couldn’t help but smile, he’s always treating you like a queen and, Jungkook’s eyes, you were a queen. His queen. “Let’s just stay then. We could order a pizza, watch some Netflix, gorge on a bunch of these snacks and pass out from food comas.”

“Sounds great to me.”

“So I just placed the order for the pizza,” Jungkook says to you, “It should be here in about 40 minutes.”

“You made sure to get my fave?,” you asked him coyly.

He leaned over to where you were sitting on the couch, inches away from your face, “Of course, Y/N. A large pepperoni, extra pepperoni and extra cheese.”

“With a side of breadsticks and dipping sauces?”

“Yes, Y/N, anything for the spoiled princess”, he sighs exaggeratingly, clearly messing around. You playfully hit his shoulder as he lets out a breathy laugh.

You start to get up from the couch and grab your traveling bag. “You mind if I go take shower real quick?”

“Of course not,” he says, “You remember where the bathroom is at?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you mockingly say, getting back at him for teasing you. You run out of the living as he light-heartedly chases you.

40 minutes passed and the pizza arrived. Jungkook places the pizza down on the coffee table, accompanied by paper plates, bottles of soda and some of the snacks you both bought. Once he turned on the Netflix app on his TV, everything was set. Now the only thing he had to wait for was you.

“Hmm? I wonder when she’s gonna be done,” he thought to himself. He picked up his phones and checked his messages to preoccupy himself as he waited. Soon enough, he hears your footsteps approaching. “About time, Y/N”, he says, still looking at his phone.

“Oh, be quiet,” you rebutted, “Is the pizza here?”

“Yeah, you're lucky you came just in time, I would've been more happy to eat all by myself.” Once Jungkook notices you in his peripheral vision, he looks up and stares at you for a moment. You’ve changed into an interesting piece of nightwear: a light pink, knee-length nightgown with short sleeves, lined with pink lace at the bottom hem. The nightgown wasn’t too baggy, fitting you like a casual everyday dress. The satin material made it seem like you were glowing under the living room lights. For some reason, Jungkook expected your pajamas would be a t-shirt and sweats, so seeing you in your cute nightgown surprised him.

You noticed him staring at you. “What?,” you asked.

"Nothing", he says. Jungkook quickly looks away from you, hiding his faint blush. You were confused by his sudden bashfulness but decided to shrug it off.

You spent the next few hours watching two anime films; the first one being a film adaptation of a classic anime series and the other currently on was a romantic drama that brought Jungkook close to tears (even though he would deny it.) Frankly, you thought the movie was a bit boring but the movie was halfway over anyway. You both were sitting on opposite sides of the couch; Jungkook was sitting up, totally invested in the movie while your entire body was propped up on the couch, leaning you rest on the armrest. You tried your best not to doze off but ended up passing off before the movie’s ending.

As the movie credits rolled, Jungkook discreetly wiped his tears, hoping you wouldn’t catch him. “That was a pretty good movie. What do you think?’ He looks over to your side of the couch and finds you in a deep slumber. “Hmm, maybe I made the apartment a little too comfortable,” he thinks to himself. Looking at you peacefully sleeping made him terribly happy. To him, you looked so adorable, as if he wanted to protect you from anything that troubled you, like a good boyfriend would.

With you fast asleep, he thought it would be a great time to take a quick shower himself. After he leaves you asleep on the couch, he heads to the bathroom to wash up and then change into a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. As he was drying his hair with a towel, he headed back to the living room where he had left you. Seeing that the Netflix menu was still on display, he assumed you were still asleep. Once he got close to the couch, he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Looking down at you, he sees you curled in a fetal position with your original knee length nightgown riden up to your hip area. Jungkook stood there, frozen and blushing furiously. He knew he shouldn't be looking at you that way, but he really couldn’t help but gaze at you; the exposure of your shapely thighs and the soft curve of your hip were both hard to look away from. To make matters harder for him, he also had a glimpse of your black, lacy bikini briefs. Eventually, Jungkook got himself to snap out of it and go find a blanket to hide your exposed boy. After retrieving a blanket in the linen closet, he carefully places the blanket on you without waking you up. Sure, you stirred a bit but quickly went back to sleep.

Jungkook sat back down to the opposite side of the couch and turned on a random documentary to take his mind off what he’d seen. However, it proved to be difficult as seeing you in that kind of way really worked him up inside. It wasn’t until then he realized the pent up emotions he held for so long. More than ever, he wanted you. He felt that he was more than ready to have sex tonight but he was worried if you weren’t. And the last thing he wanted to happen was to pressure into doing something you weren’t ready for. "But she had to be ready right?", he thought. I mean, why would he wear a paper thin nightgown and sexy panties if you weren’t. Jungkook pondered these thoughts, trying to figure out what was best to do. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of you sitting up from the couch. He looks at you stretching your arms and yawning loudly.

With sleepy eyes, you look at him, “Sorry for passing out. That movie was pretty boring. But I bet you loved it a lot.” When you met Jungkook's eyes, he quickly looked away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

Avoiding eye contact, Jungkook simply responds, “It's nothing.”

A bit annoyed, you took the TV remote and turned it off. Surprised, Jungkook looked at you, “I was watch-”

“Jungkook,” you said in a rather stern tone, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been acting strange right before we started the movie. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.”

The expression on your face was with genuine concern and, with that, he felt like he owed you a proper explanation. Jungkook took a moment to find the right words to use but ultimately decided to be as honest as he could be.

“Y/N, do you ever think about, you know, having sex?”

Your eyes widened at the bluntness of his question. “W-what in the world brought this up,” you stummered. You felt flushed, your face was getting warmer by the second.

“Well, we’ve been together for a long time. Like I understand I’ve been busy with the group and you have your own obligations to handle, so I get there never has been much time to be intimate. But now that you're here with me, maybe it’s time to take the next step. What do you think?”

While you were pretty much at loss of words, you did understand where Jungkook was coming from. The seriousness of this conversation made you nervously fidget your fingers. “I do think about it, Jungkook. And I do want to sleep with you, it’s just that I still have my fears,” you confessed to him.

Jungkook moves closer to you on the couch and gently takes your hand. “Yeah I do too,” he says, “Being busy is one thing but we really should’ve been honest about this a long time ago.”

You shook your head. Feeling Jungkook caress the back of your hand melts away any nervousness you felt before. He was right about being more honest with each other. You trusted him after all, and you loved him with all of your heart.

After gazing at each other’s eyes for a moment, Jungkook leans towards you, placing a soft and lingering kiss on your lips. In response, your hands cupped his face causing you to deepen the kiss. Similar to how Jungkook felt when he saw your exposed thighs, the sincerity of your conversation as well as the passionate kissing between you two was waking something within you: pent up emotions that you’ve constantly buried down for the longest time.

After a minute or so, the two of you broke away from your kiss and gazed at each other lovingly.

“I love you so much, Kookie.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his and sensuously whispered into his, “I want you so bad.”

Jungkook took that as an obvious sign that you were 100% ready and, for that night, he gladly obliges.

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cuddlepilefics · 4 years

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Our own Christmas movie

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Seungmin

Caregiver: Hyunjin

Seungmin’s POV.:

This year we were going to celebrate the first Christmas together since Hyunjin and I had gotten together. In fact, all Stray Kids were going to celebrate together. Since it was difficult for some to travel home to their families, we had decided against leaving anyone behind and instead stayed at the dorm together. In order to spend some romantic time together, Hyunjin and I had planned to go for a long walk around the neighborhood on Christmas morning. We wanted to look at all the pretty lights and decorations, holding each other’s hand and just be a sappy couple for once. It being Christmas Eve, Chan and Felix were preparing dinner with the help of Minho and Changbin. We let them choose a meal they usually eat when at home with their families in hopes it would help them with their homesickness. The rest of us stayed clear of the kitchen. As we were unfamiliar with what they were planning to cook we weren’t of much help and knowing how chaotic it is when Stay Kids cook it was probably better the less people were hanging around the cramped kitchen. I had been nursing a bit of a headache for most of the day, so I sought the quiet of my room to rest a bit before the others were calling for either dinner or fun group activities.

Hyunjin’s POV.:

I had been hanging out with Jisung and Jeongin in the living room, listening to the bickering in the kitchen. Though the bickering was difficult to hear over Jisung’s ridiculously loud performance of Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas”. While singing, the squirrel boy pair danced with Jeongin, pulling funny faces to mock cheesy k-drama couples. Speaking of couples, I haven’t seen my boyfriend in quite a while now. Seungmin had been rather quiet all day, which made me kind of sad because I expected a little more excitement on our first Christmas together. Since I hadn’t noticed him leaving the dorm, I guessed the younger was hiding away in our shared room. Frowning, I made my way to our room, determined to drag my boyfriend out to socialize. I don’t want to sit there all alone when everyone else is having fun. I knew, I probably should be more worried about Seungmin but him avoiding me did hurt a bit. This wasn’t what I imagined my first Christmas in a relationship would be like.

I also didn’t expect to find my boyfriend curled up on top of my sheets, cuddling with a hoodie I had left lying around somewhere. I silently closed the door behind me and approached the bed tiptoeing to not wake the seemingly asleep boy. Only upon closer inspection did I notice the tense look on Seungmin’s face. Nobody looks that tense when they sleep. Sitting down on the edge of my bed, I carefully brushed the hair out of his face to get a better look, when he tiredly blinked up at me. “Hey puppy, I was looking for you. You had suddenly disappeared and I was lonely”, I pouted. “Hmm, sorry babe”, he hummed as he sat up, scrubbing his hands over his face, “They were just so loud.” – “Is everything ok? You’re usually just as loud”, I frowned, shifting a bit, so I was sitting right next to my boyfriend, and nudging his head to rest on my shoulder. Not receiving a reply, I assumed the younger had fallen asleep on me and looked down to confirm. Apparently, he wasn’t asleep, as his eyes were only half closed, mouth hanging slightly open. I studied Seungmin’s face in confusion, before he quickly twisted to the other side, startling me with a sneeze. He sniffled a bit before laying his head back onto my shoulder. “Sorry”, he hummed, closing his eyes, “I’ve just had a headache for the last few hours.” I wrapped an arm around his shoulders, giving him a gentle comforting squeeze. “I hoped it would go away if I just rest a bit, so I can have fun with everyone later”, he mumbled quietly, but I was still able to pit up on the slight waver in his voice. “It’s ok, sweetie. I can just fetch you some painkillers, alright?”, I shushed.

After Seungmin had given me a small nod as confirmation, I went to the bathroom to fetch him some medicine. When I went to the kitchen to also collect a bottle of water, I informed Chan about the situation but assured the leader that I had it handled for now. Seungmin was my boyfriend after all. I snuck back into our room, which was only dimly illuminated by some Christmas lights we had put up. They were enough however, to make the tear streaks on my lovely baby’s face visible. Quickly dropping the water and medicine onto the nightstand, I wrapped my boyfriend in a tight embrace. Being this close, I could feel every hitch of his chest, as Seungmin tried to keep from sobbing. “Feeling this bad, Minnie?”, I whispered sadly, petting his disheveled hair. To my surprise, he shook his head a little, clearing his throat before speaking up: “I-It’s just, this is not how I wanted my first Christmas with you to be like”, he confessed, voice hoarse from crying, “I wanted to have fun and be with you.” – “Well, you are with me now. Let’s get some medicine into you and then we’ll see about you having fun later”, I chuckled, handing him the pills, which he gratefully accepted and rinsed down with a few sips of water before cuddling back into me. However, I stopped him, almost causing more tears but I wanted Seungmin to rest properly, so I shifted into a lying position before opening my arms again.

Seeing the invitation, my boyfriend quickly snuggled up to me, resting his achy head on my chest and humming in satisfaction when I started to lightly scratch his scalp. “Jinnie”, he mumbled, absentmindedly tracing his finger in circles over my chest, “you should go to the others and have fun. I don’t want top ruin my boyfriend’s Christmas.” I tensed a bit, before resuming to scratch his scalp. “You know, all I need to make my Christmas perfect is you by my side. I’d much rather lay hear with you than fool around with the rest of the group. Let’s just rest till the medicine kicks in and then we can join them together”, I assured him and held him tight with one arm around his waist, not untangling the other hand from his hair.

Way too soon we needed to get up for dinner. “You holding up ok?”, I asked Seungmin, who nodded with a small smile, allowing me to help him up. With our hands intertwined, we joined the others at the dinner table. I had to admit, despite being a bit skeptical about not having a traditional Korean dish for a Christmas meal, I was amazed by my member’s cooking. Don’t get me wrong, I totally trust my members, just not in the kitchen. I knew, my boyfriend liked the meal as well, because he was actually eating, despite claiming he had no appetite. I watched him wince a little from time to time, whenever the volume in the room rose too far. I made sure to gently squeeze his thigh every time and when the bickering got really out of hand, I spoke up for them to tone it down a bit, which earned me a grateful smile from the boy next to me. Seungmin himself barely spoke at all. His voice was still as hoarse as it was when he cried earlier and he kept clearing his throat.

After our meal, we played a few different boardgames as a group, before we split up into smaller groups, some watching movies, some going for a late-night walk and some disappearing to who knows where. I excused us, leading Seungmin back to our room. Despite him trying to put on a smile, which fooled everyone but me, I could still see the dullness in his eyes. Tonight, we’d have the room to ourselves, because Minho would be staying over in Jisung’s room from where Jeongin would move to Chan’s room. Dropping down onto his own bed, my boyfriend gave a rough cough, which he had been trying to suppress by clearing his throat for who knows how long. I went to my closet, pulling out one of my largest sweaters, knowing how much the younger loved stealing my clothes. “Come on, let’s go to bed, baby”, I smiled, handing Seungmin the sweater before getting changed myself. “Jinnie, you don’t have to go to bed this early on Christmas Eve because of me. I don’t want to be the reason you miss out on all the fun”, he sounded so guilty, it almost brought me to tears. “Fun? You mean watching Minsung make-out on the couch? No thanks. Jisung said it quite accurately earlier: All I want for Christmas is Yoouuuu”, I imitated my dongsaeng, “Besides, I want Christmas cuddles”, I whined, dramatically plopping onto my bed.

Chuckling at my antics, Seungmin got changed before slipping under the blanket, I lifted up for him. I was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, so when he put his head onto my chest like he had done earlier, I could now feel the fever he was obviously running. “Minnie, you’re running a fever. Do you feel worse than earlier?”, I whispered, adjusting the blanket around us. He only shrugged, nuzzling into my chest. Our plan to just go to sleep like this sadly didn’t work out as easily. Seungmin kept coughing, from the moment we lay down flat, so after an hour of trying to relax and fall asleep together, I found myself sitting up against the headboard, rubbing my boyfriend’s back, to comfort him through his latest fit. How he could go from seemingly fine this morning to where he is now is a mystery to me. I was glad, the coughing was less frequent, now that I was supporting him in a more upright position, so I hoped we would be able to sleep now. We weren’t. Seungmin kept shifting and squirming, in an attempt to get comfortable. “Sorry”, my boyfriend rasped, “I’m just so achy.” – “It’s okay, love. That better?”, I asked, shifting my own position slightly. “Mhm, thanks”, he muttered, snuggling into me and closing his eyes.

However, the fever still made him restless, only allowing him to sleep fitfully in twenty-minute intervals. I had basically been awake all night. Around five in the morning, Seungmin had finally managed to drift into a deeper slumber but me being used to getting up around that time, I had completely given up on sleeping. At six, when I was confident the sick boy on my chest would stay asleep even if I wiggled my way out underneath him, I snuck out of bed and grabbed some clothes. I got ready and dressed in the bathroom before putting on a thick coat and boots. Seungmin would most likely be upset if I didn’t take him on our walk we had planned but no way would I let him leave the dorm in the condition he’s currently in. Having some time to spare anyways, I made use of the fact that it was still dark outside and the streets were illuminated by the colorful decorated houses. This was just another occasion on which I was glad that my phone camera had no problems with darkness. We had already had a certain route in mind, so I walked exactly where we had wanted to go, filming the entire time, sometimes stopping to zoom in on small details that I found important to show. When I arrived back at the dorm, everyone except for my boyfriend was already awake and waiting impatiently for Seungmin to wake up, so everyone could open their presents. “Guys, I really think you should just go ahead and open them without us. Minnie is pretty sick and only really fell asleep around five”, I explained, while shrugging out of my snowy coat. The boys seemed conflicted about leaving their friend behind, Chan was mostly just worried. I assured them again that it would be fine but that I’d be with my boyfriend now and probably for the rest of the day. After having a quick bite to eat, I went back to my room, where I found my boyfriend knocked out in my bed, wearing my sweater. I had to suppress a squeal at how adorable he looked, before I set up my laptop as quietly as I could. Via Bluetooth, I sent the video onto my laptop because the details would show better on a bigger screen.

When I had everything set up, I went to the kitchen and prepared a pot of Seungmin’s favorite tea. Taking the teapot and a cup back to my room, I already heard weak coughs from where I was standing in the hallway. I entered the room and set the tea down on the nightstand. My boyfriend was still half-asleep, the poor boy had woken himself up coughing. I gently helped him sit up and rubbed his back till he caught his breath again. “Good morning and merry Christmas, love”, I smiled. “Hhhmm, merry Christmas. Love you, Jinnie”, he yawned. When Seungmin had woken up properly, I handed him a cup of tea before settling in next to him with my laptop on my legs. “You know, since there is no way you are getting out of this bed today, I went for a walk and videotaped the entire decoration we wanted to view”, I explained, opening the file. “Oh my god”, Seungmin sighed hoarsely, taking a few sips of his tea, “You really are the best boyfriend I could have ended up with.” We watched the video with our hands intertwined and my boyfriend’s head on my shoulder. To say I was proud of the smile I had brought to Seungmin’s tired face would be an understatement. To say I was in love was an understatement as well.

About two hours later, I received a text from Chan. Apparently, the others had managed to refrain from opening their presents and were now asking if Seungmin was awake and if they could come to our room. I replied with yes and soon the entire group was gathered in our room, on the two empty beds and the floor. Seungmin’s presents were piled on the foot of the bed, similar to the Harry Potter movies and despite still feeling a lot worse than he would let on, he was having a good time. The rest of our day consisted mostly of napping and listening to music, which I had no problem with at all, since I had slept even less than Seungmin. However, in no way did I mind losing sleep if it meant being there for and with my boyfriend. I just hoped he’d have a better Christmas next year. If everything goes as planned, I’ll be by his side for so many more Christmases to come, that I can make sure of it.

#sick #sickfic #fanfic #skz #stray kids #seungjin #hyunmin #jeongchan #minsung #changlix #comfort #fluff #christmas #whump #bxb

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silvormoon · 3 years

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Digimon adventure- Taichi and Yamato.

Taichi shuffled into the apartment and let himself flop onto the sofa, where he pulled a pillow over his face.

“Let’s not do that again,” he said.

Agumon and Gabumon flopped onto the carpet and lay there in attitudes that suggested it would take heavy moving equipment to get them up again. Privately, Taichi knew that they would move again just as soon as someone started fixing dinner, but he was willing to let them be dramatic if they wanted to. Sometimes it seemed like no matter how many battles they fought, there was always some evil Digimon rising up to make mischief, or some nefarious human looking to turn the Digital World to their own ends, and everyone would have to pitch in to deal with the problem. This particular rampaging monster had been particularly stubborn, and everyone was feeling tired and bruised.

“Hey,” said Yamato, “quit hogging the couch.”

Taichi obligingly folded his legs so Yamato would have room. That was all the concession he was going to make. He and his boyfriend had been living together for six months now, and that had been more than enough time for him to learn Yamato’s habits in situations like this. Sure enough, Yamato dropped onto the end of the sofa, squirmed a little to make himself comfortable, and stayed there all of thirty seconds before declaring, “I’m hungry. You want anything?”

“Yeah!” the Digimon chorused, and Yamato, in spite of everything, smiled.

Taichi put his pillow down. “Whatever you’re making is fine.”

Yamato got up and ambled off to the kitchen. Taichi grinned as he settled back down. It seemed like the more time passed, the more Yamato turned into a stress-baker. If he was tired, or frustrated, or having a bad day, or just didn’t know what else to do with himself, he started rattling around in the kitchen. By this point, Taichi knew him well enough to know exactly what sorts of things he would make depending on circumstances: elaborate meals with dozens of ingredients when he was feeling frustrated, warm baked goods for sadness, and comfort food for those moments, such as now, when he was feeling tired but still too punchy to sit still.

Taichi stretched out again and arranged the pillows more to his liking. “You’re taking my spot again, aren’t you?” Yamato shouted from the kitchen.

“You’re cooking chazuke, aren’t you?” Taichi shouted back.

There was a pause before Yamato said. “Lucky guess.”

Taichi grinned. “Hey, put one of those little pickled plums on mine.”

“I think we’re out of those,” said Yamato.

“No, pretty sure I saw some this morning,” said Taichi, grinning to himself. “Check the cabinet over the sink.”

“You just want to make me climb up there,” Yamato complained, but Taichi heard the sound of the step stool being dragged out. The Digimon, sensing approaching drama, abandoned their “we are about to die from sheer exhaustion” poses and set up to listen more attentively. There was the sound of a cupboard door opening and bottles being moved around.

“I’m telling you, it’s not...” Yamato began, and then, “Huh. When did we get that?”

“Told you,” said Taichi, grinning wider.

He decided he wasn’t as tired as all that and slid off the sofa to amble into the kitchen. He saw Yamato fetching down a little jar whose label declared that it contained pickled plums.

“Doesn’t look like there’s anything in it, though,” Yamato was saying.

“Oh, I’ll bet there is,” said Taichi, leaning casually on the door frame. “Go on, open it and see.”

Yamato, looking wary, turned the jar sideways to get a better grip on it. Something inside went clink.

“You know,” said Yamato, unscrewing the lid, “when the plums start clanking, it’s probably time to throw them out.”

Nevertheless, he opened the jar and peered inside. An odd, blank expression passed over his face, and he tipped the jar, spilling a gold ring onto his palm.

“Taichi,” he said slowly, “did you know this was here?”

“Yeah, I did,” said Taichi, “because I put it there a couple of hours ago, just before we left.”

Yamato looked as though he didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh. “We were going out to fight a rampaging Digimon, and your first thought was to hide a... a...”

“An engagement ring, yeah,” said Taichi. “Because every time we go out on one of these things, it reminds me that this might be the time one of us doesn’t make it home, and, well... I’ve been holding onto that for a while now, waiting for the right time, and today I thought, what am I putting this off for when I know that what I want is to spend the rest of my life with you and make the most of every minute we have together?” He paused for a beat to let that sink in. “Also I knew you make chazuke every time we get home from a fight, so I knew I’d be able to get you to find it.”

“You idiot,” said Yamato, but he was clearly stifling laughter.

“Anyway, that’s what I want,” said Taichi. “So, what do you say? Will you?”

He held his breath. Yamato seemed to be thinking it over. Then, suddenly, brilliantly, Yamato smiled.

“All right,” he said. “But only to make up for not having any pickled plums.”

Taichi whooped and punched the air. The Digimon cheered and danced for joy. Yamato simply began putting ingredients away.

“Hey, what are you doing that for?” Taichi asked. “Aren’t you going to make dinner?”

“I thought you might want to go somewhere nice to celebrate,” said Yamato. “It’s a special occasion, isn’t it?”

“We can do that another time,” said Taichi. “Today I’m tired, and I’d really rather eat leftover rice and cuddle on the sofa and maybe watch an old movie or something.”

Yamato turned this over in his head a moment before nodding.

“Fair,” he said. “Once in a while, you get it right.”

“I sure do,” Taichi agreed happily. “I got you to agree to marry me, didn’t I?”

He was rewarded by seeing Yamato blush.

“I get to pick the movie,” said Yamato, turning and busying himself with the ingredients again.

Taichi laughed and went to warm up the TV. Then he settled back down to wait for the food to be ready.

“You’re taking up the whole couch again, aren’t you?” Yamato called from the kitchen.

Taichi just smiled. This, he thought, was going to be fun.

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Blood Stains on the Couch // Jason Todd X Reader

Warning/s: fluff, some smol cursings

Word Count: 1736

Sometimes you wanna write something that is short and sweet and understandably fluff, so here is my blurb between me writing two giant stories at the moment. Those are coming up, one for Steve Harrington that I’m excited to get out and then another name I am dabbling in for the first time: Anakin Skywalker, so this should all be fun when those finally come up.

Anyway my loves, hope you enjoy this love for Jason Todd, because him and Dick Grayson are tied for my favorite bird boys because I just love them so much for their own reasons and ugh. When you are a writer and you can’t properly use your words to talk about the things you usually type about. My struggle is real guys. It’s rough.

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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Jason walked through the door at two am and you were sitting on the couch in your apartment’s living room, watching the TV with a bowl of popcorn sitting on your lap. When you two first moved in together, all he did was complain about how you should trio up with Roy and get a larger apartment for less money for the three of you, but you stood your ground and gave him a hardass no. Just the thought of the two of them living in the same apartment was a nightmare and pigsty enough to imagine, but you also wanted to live at this apartment, so hard pass from your end. For you, this place was home, you had a bed to sleep in, some movies to watch, your boyfriend with you and food in the fridge. There was nothing more for you to want in the world right now.

Sleeping in Gotham gets you used to hearing odd noises at night, and the squeak of the window in your bedroom was one that you didn’t have to jump at every time you heard the glass sliding against the wooden frame. You thought of it now like a bell at the front door of shops that let the workers know that there was a new customer in the store. Only, it's your boyfriend and not a random customer and it's your home and not a store...not a good way to think about it if being honest. Either way, when you heard the sliding window, you looked curiously towards your room.

“Jay?” The entire house was dark besides the lamp next to you on the coffee table and the blue backlight of the TV that you paused while waiting to hear a response. The door swung open before your eyes and a large bulky figure loomed in the doorway, their wide shoulders blocking most of the moonlight from moving further into the hallway. There were no defining features around the person’s head, leading you to assume that it was Jason with his helmet on and being dramatic as possible. “Do you always have to be so dramatic?”

You could hear Jason chuckle through the modulator in his helmet as you turned back to the TV and continued watching March of the Penguins; yes, that is the level of bore and doneness you are facing right now. Jason’s heavy footsteps thudded across the room as he stepped closer to you, all the while you didn’t give him much notice and instead focused on the penguins as they slid across the ice towards the mating grounds they were searching for.

The drama queen you loved and called your boyfriend stood over you, giving you a better look at him now that his features were visible from the front with your lamp rather than backlit by the light from outside. He walked right into the living room so he was still in his patrol uniform: jeans, holsters, hand guns, everything was still on him; his boots were off and he was padding around with just his socks on, because he knew better than to track mud through your bedroom and into the rest of the room. The towering giant you dated looked like a little kid right now if all you focused on was his feet

Looking higher up his body, you noticed how his dark jeans worked well in hiding blood, but you knew how the blood hid itself in the fabric and it was scattered over his thighs. If it was old or new blood, that’s something you didn’t care to notice or figure out, but they were getting to the point of you needing to steal them and wash them before tomorrow’s patrol. His jacket and shirt were pretty clean, he liked it that way and made sure that his good jacket that he has had for years was okay and not dirty. Finally, his helmet, the blood red helmet that scared the living daylights out of you the first time you saw him wearing it. Now you knew better and that it was still him under the hard-red material.

“You just gonna stand there all night?” The question slurred through your mouth, mixing with a yawn as you reached your arm up to him in a welcoming gesture to join you on the couch.

“Depending on if you were gonna keep this penguin shit on.” Jason’s voice was modulated through most of his comment while he unlatched it and pulled his head free from it, finally letting you see his gorgeous features. His eyes were still blocked by the domino mask he was reaching for, but you finally see him; his jaw, his lips, the freckles on his nose. Everything was for you to stare at and happily take in; this, this was the reason you would stay up until four every morning, to see his face coming out of his mask. Also, just to see his face. Because his face is handsome.

You continued to stare at him as he dropped his two masks onto the table in front of the couch, your arm still extended in the air for him to notice. “I am gonna keep watching my movie, its calming and I don’t have to think about too much.” He rolled his eyes at you before he tugged the blanket off your lap and pressed his knee between your legs, wiggling your legs further apart before more or less falling on top of you.

“Jaaaay, you’re gonna get blood on the couch. Go change your pants.” The whining in your voice did not match the threading of your fingers through his thick hair, the white hairs finding their way to mix into the dark ones. He groaned at you pushing your fingers into his scalp, shivers running down his back as you continued to massage your fingers through his hair.

“But you’re so comfy.” He said, his voice muffled from being shoved into your stomach. At this point with his body getting heavier and falling in line with yours, pushing the both of you to not want to move to your bedroom.

A beat of quiet filtered through the room as your movie displayed the stages of life of the young baby penguin freeing itself from its shell, leaving the protective belly flap of its father, waiting for the arrival of its mother. The circle of life as it grows.

Ten minutes passed of Jason tracing patterns into your hip bone just below his nose and you carding your fingers through his hair before you felt his chest constrict as he began to push himself up from laying on top of you. “Baaaaaabe, where’re ya goin’?” Your words held a slur behind them, sleep was begging your body to fall into its warm embrace as it was nearing two am at this point and you had to be awake in the morning for work. But this time was Jason time when you got to see him. And you were now cold with air moving between the space of your legs and his chest.

“You’re the one bitching at me to change my pants, so I was gonna go change ‘em and come back.” His voice was heavy, a trait like how yours slurred, and a yawn midway through his thought confirmed he was just as close to sleep as you were.

“But I said that before you made me get comfy. Now I’m cold.” Your lower lip sticks out in a pout and your arm quickly wrapped over your body to make yourself look smaller, being sleepily angry at him.

“Aw, now we can’t have that, now can we?” Your boyfriend spoke as he leaned forward again, almost like he was going to return to his pillow of your stomach, but as his face got closer to yours, you unhooked your crossed arms and allowed him to plant his head right on your chest. Having to look down your nose at him, you watched, and honestly felt, him rubbing his face into your chest, trying to get comfy on his new pillow. “Mmmm, squishy.”

“I am dating a literal eight-year-old.” Grumbling about Jason’s comment on your boobs, you flicked his ear while your arms moved to wrap around his shoulders and rest on his back. He lifted his hand to your arm and grabbed hold of your wrist, moving the arm you just put on top of him. Todd led your hand to his face and you felt him press a kiss to the inside of your wrist before he moved his hand to twine together with yours and tucking your clasped hands to his chest where you could feel the deep and methodical beating of his heart.

“I am not an eight-year-old, I’m eleven thank you very much.” Small chuckles of laughter filled the air as you lost all motivation to continue bantering and teasing him as your dulled focus turned back to the screen and you were beckoned even deeper into sleep. “Y/N, you should get to bed. You’ll kill your back and you will be angry at me for not moving you.” You didn’t answer him right away, not even the annoyed hum you usually do to him.

He lifted his head to look up at you, finding your eyes already shut Jason connected your slower and more methodical breathing to be you already falling asleep. Sighing, he placed his head back down on your chest and stared back to the TV, finding the narrator’s voice calming and lullaby-like to be the reason you fell asleep would also be the same one that would claim him for the land of dreaming and sleep.

Always the small moments were the ones that define a relationship. It wasn’t always about the fancy dates, the kissing, the loving each other, the sex, or anything like that. Sometimes all it was was Jason coming home from a night of patrolling the city and kicking bad guys into cells and then cuddling in funny ways on your ratty couch. This couch holds many memories, none of them grand or fantabulous, but it was memories of nights like this, when you wake up in the morning with a small ache in your back and the blood stains that transferred from Jason’s uniform to the fabric upholstery of the couch that made you smile.

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