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erwinsvow · 3 years

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𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

a/n: hey everyone! hope you enjoy these college headcanons! part two can be found here! warning for nsfw in jean's, and mentions of alcohol/partying throughout!

jean kirstein

jean shows up to college thinking it’s gonna be high school part two, and quickly gets put in his place

his old antics (for both school and girls) won’t fly anymore, so he tries his hardest at both

i personally see jean as not the smartest, most gifted kid (in college!) but definitely one of the hardest workers

this man comes in pre-law and changes to sports management real quick

he definitely plays some kind of club sport, lacrosse or basketball or maybe even both and he is way too into it

like club lacrosse is his life.

he 100% has eyes for cheerleaders, because he loves idea of someone rooting for him, and if you are one, then it’s instantaneous

he notices you at one of his games, giving a shove to conny and asking if he knew who you were

which is met with “what do i look like, a phone book?”

he builds up the courage to ask you out eventually, to which of course you agree, and it’s pretty much a happy ending after that

makes for a lot of sweaty, post-match sex, with him still in his jersey and you in your uniform hiked up

reiner braun

frat bro reiner is a business major with a focus on finance

reiner is the guy who dedicates 100% of his time to school during the weekdays, and the weekends are for the bros

he’s the first in the library, last to leave lecture because he stayed behind to get clarifications, and pretty much aces everything

halloweekend, he decides to drag annie and bertholdt to a party, because they are in desperate need of letting loose

probably dressed up as something mildly douche-y that didn’t require a lot of thought: a foot ball player jersey with eye black improvised by annie

he is a heavy-weight if you’ve ever seen one, probably on his fifth cup of cheap beer and not even slightly buzzed

annie and bertholdt are sloshed, so he keeps one eye on them to make sure they’re alright

you, on the other hand, are serving as designated-driver for the night and sipping on soda

i think any kind of sweet, innocent costume (angel, fairy, woodland creature) would get his attention immediately

he goes over to you to try to make conversation, and finds himself stumbling over his words even though he just swore he wasn’t tipsy yet

but you find it cute, and given how you have seen him before around campus, studying all the damn time, you’re pleasantly surprised to find a sweet, interesting guy making conversation with you at a halloween party

eventually, your friends take off with their hook-ups, and reiner is left behind alone too after making sure everyone had a safe ride home

with no one left besides you two and his passed out friends, you offer him and his roommates a ride back to his dorm

after dropping annie off, you arrive at the dorm and help lug a blacked-out bertholdt to their room

you say goodnight and as you leave, feeling bold, you leave your number on the whiteboard hanging on their door

so that then turns into coffee-and-studying dates, and eventually a relationship before too long

armin arlert

i think we all know what armin is like in college: marine biology major and history minor

this is an effortless genius, so unlike reiner, he doesn’t have to spend all his time studying

i think armin would be the kind of guy who has school and life figured out, and he slowly realizes a healthy relationship is the one thing missing from his life

there’s honestly plenty of people who want to date him, if he had ever cared to return any of their gazes

i honestly see him being oblivious, so when a fellow classmate asks if he wants to study together, he goes “oh, sorry, i wasn’t really planning on studying, but maybe eren wants a study-buddy, i’ll let him know for you!” instead of realizing that was someone flirting

so it’s the same for you

you’re taking the marine sci class as a last resort, everything else was completely filled up, and you just had to get out of that physics class

but all this talk about oceans and sea-creatures is even worse, somehow. to put it short, you’re struggling, and armin is the kid who raises his hand at every question without so much as jotting down a note during lecture

you know mikasa through a friend-of-a-friend type situation, and ask her if armin would be willing to tutor you sometime

doesn’t matter that part of the reason you’re doing so poorly is because you’re staring at the back of his head most of class

armin and you get together to study on a saturday evening, and what began as a recap on the history of the ocean quickly turns into laughing, talking, and then “you wanna go grab something to eat?”

for someone so smart, he’s really dense

he thinks you’re being friendly and doesn’t want to assume you’re thinking this is a ‘date’ even though you’re internally screaming

it takes you leaning in for a kiss after he’s walked you back to your dorm for it to click

needless to say, he wasn’t quite so oblivious after that

eren yeager

eren was determined to get into the same college as armin and mikasa

my man is undecided, and then sociology after he’s forced to pick

not exactly a fuckboy, not exactly a stoner, just somewhere in between

procrastinates doing work and submits every thing a day late, even though he probably would have gotten full marks if it was on time

him and mikasa decide to take a marine bio class with armin, and he ends up falling asleep during lecture

i don’t see him going for a goody-two shoes type that wants to reform him, because he just wouldn’t want to deal with that

it’s not a toxic relationship, but pretty close to one

on again, off again ever since the two of you met in a dingy frat basement, absolutely hammered, and hooked up

this boy does not want to admit that he’s caught feelings, but eventually it comes to that because he is very much the jealous type

catches you engaging in polite conversation with reiner and he is seeing white in seconds

he realizes he has to make you his

marco bott

the most wholesome nursing major with a minor in english because he is a sucker for lit

i don’t think there is any shortage of girls who want to be with marco, just given how sweet and genuine he is

that being said, i feel like the few time he’s wanted to pursue a relationship with someone, they haven’t reciprocated/just saw him as a friend

which isn’t the easiest thing to deal with, but because he’s a mature angel, he doesn’t hold that against anyone

instead, he kind of succumbs to this false idea that people want to be his friend, and not his girlfriend, which he’s a little insecure about

that’s why i think you and marco would have idiot best friends to lovers, featuring everyone around you knowing how head over heels you both are except the two of you

you two meet in a particularly challenging class, and not recognizing anyone, you both turn to the friendliest face in the room to make study-buddies with

over a whole semester of late-night cramming (and talking), scribbling smiley faces on flashcards, and good luck texts before the exam, you realize how much you’re gonna miss constantly hanging out with marco

and on his end, he’s complaining to jean about how after the final, you two won’t have any reason to keep talking

“so ask her out then, you idiot”

“she probably doesn’t think of me like that…”

“are you blind?” jean says, with a roll of his eyes

after the class has ended and you’re both headed back home for winter break, you work up the nerve to text marco one last time

“let me know if you ever need help studying for another class :)”

you have no idea that he’s over the moon, and that finally brings an end to your friendship, and starts your relationship

bertholdt hoover

mister bertholdt is structural design and architecture major

there’s basically six of those total in your entire college, so he definitely gets a bit isolated/lonely sometimes

he basically came to college with reiner & annie, and figured he didn’t really need more friends than that

so when they’re busy, he’s just by himself

annie definitely makes fun of him for not spreading his wings and flying out of the metaphorical nest, but he’s comfortable with how it is

not a huge fan of the party scene, and prefers a quiet night of studying

i feel like you and him would be the last two studying in the library most nights, and sometimes walk out together after the librarian reminds you both the building is closing

so, when reiner and annie drag him to a party one weekend, he’s shocked to see you there too with outgoing friends of your own

he’s used to seeing you in the bright fluorescent lighting of the library, so this dim, hazy room after the shots have already gone to his head is hard to take in

you two eventually end up talking after your friends push you towards him

“funny seeing you here.” “i could say the same to you.”

he already has a crush (you do too, but he doesn’t want to accept that) so the alcohol inhibits his usual caution

a little bit of dancing, a lot of sitting on the pavement outside while looking at the moon, stars, and each other, topped off with a first-kiss starts your relationship

levi ackerman

teaching assistant levi is a staple of your college

almost infamous, really

you count your lucky blessings that he’s still a year or so away from graduating with his ph.d. in molecular biology and that he’s ta’ing this microbiology class

you’ve definitely heard all sorts of rumors, but you really don’t know what’s truth and fiction

he definitely hasn’t slept with a third of his students (right?) but the lingering way he looks at you isn’t helping quell your thoughts

technically speaking, teaching assistants and students are not allowed to date, interact, etc

until the semester in which you are their student is completed, at least

it doesn’t take long after that for you two to constantly run into each other

“how’re your new classes going? any hot ta’s?” he asks, sipping his tea from the bookstore cafe. you choke on your hot chocolate.

all this being said, you’re an upperclassmen about to graduate, possibly start a ph.d. or masters program yourself. i see him teaching upper-level courses exclusively.

it’s not long after that you admit your feelings to each other, since after all, there’s no time to waste

erwin smith

you’re a second year masters program in the history department. your specialization is military history, so of course professor smith is assigned as your thesis advisor.

i mean, he’s only written several textbooks on the subject

on first sight, you can’t believe he’s a professor. because certainly, this is a some cruel twist of fate. he’s closer to your age than some of his colleagues.

you both try to keep it strictly professional

at first least. this gets gradually harder and harder

there’s a certain chemistry there neither of you can deny.

having a mutual interest in the same subjects doesn’t help too much either. suddenly, you guys are spending hours pouring over topics for his next textbook and your thesis.

the conversation continues over chinese food in his office, long after the rest of the building has cleared out for their friday evenings

“well, i won’t keep you any longer. i’m sure you have much better plans on a friday night than talking military policy with me.”

“there is no where else i’d rather be.”

hope you all liked it! :)

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havethetimeofyourstyles · 4 years

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in which harry stumbles across your livestream.

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It was Harry’s usual Thursday night when he found himself lying in his bed with his laptop on his lap and a plate of his dinner in his hands.

He was binge watching interior home designers on Netflix, letting out an ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ as they revealed the finished homes, practically envisioning his future home the same way.

Thursday nights were practically the start of his weekend as he didn’t have classes on Fridays, and usually his friends and him would hang out, but he really just didn’t feel like going out nor did he have the social capacity to hang out and get drunk when he’s probably going to do that on Friday and Saturday.

He simply just wanted a break, and that included staying inside and watching interior designers flip a house completely different, and eating his dinner. And he wasn’t ashamed that he enjoyed it.

After a few episodes and an empty plate, Harry paused the next episode before it even started to put his plate away and grab a glass of water. As he was washing his plate, he heard the door open and close, followed by hushed giggles and whispers.

“Shh. Harry might be asleep,” a voice said, but he knew it was you. You knew that he liked to sometimes sleep early, but he thought it was too early to be asleep, seeing as it was only eight p.m.

“I’m actually in here,” he chuckled, making himself present with his voice.

“Oh!” You said surprisingly, and another laugh was heard.

You made your way to the kitchen, your guest following behind you as you saw Harry in just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.

“Hey, H,” you greeted.

“Hi, love. Have fun tonight?” He asked. You had went to the bar to chill out from the many essays you had to write and exams you had to take, and Thursday nights were also a start to your weekend as well, so fuck it.

“Yeah, I did, thanks for asking. This is Daniela, by the way,” you introduced the girl you had met at the bar.

You had seen Daniela right when you walked in as her and her friends were sitting at the table right next to the entrance, and she immediately caught your eye. She looked right back at you, giving you some flirty eyes herself as you were dragged away by your friends and straight to the bar.

After a few drinks and rounds of dancing with your best girlfriends, you saw Daniela walk over to the bar and order some drinks, so you decided that it was your chance to go up to her.

You two had immediately hit it off, getting to know one another. She told you that she was a lesbian, and you proudly told her that you were bisexual. You also found out that you’re both in the same bio-chem class together, which definitely raised the excitement as she suggested studying together and you happily said yes. Then there was dancing while you two were both buzzed, completely forgetting your friends as you grinded against each other and kissed, not caring that you were practically putting on a show for everyone around you.

And when you suggested that you took her home, she immediately said yes, and you dragged her outside as you waited for the Uber you called.

“Nice to meet you, Daniela. I’m Harry,” he introduced himself, shaking her hand. “Her roommate and friend-”

“Best friend. C’mon, Harry, don’t put yourself lower than that,” you corrected and he smiled.

“Alright, alright. My bad,” he laughed.

“So, we’re gonna go to my room,” you winked him as Harry said ‘have fun’ before cleaning up a bit in the kitchen.

He was glad that one of you was getting laid. He also noticed how happy you were, which he absolutely adored, and he thinks it has to do with the fact that you came out a year ago, and you’re now living your life to the fullest and happiest, and that’s all he wants; is for you to be happy with yourself and in general.

Harry met you at the end of freshman year of college as your friend groups met up with each other at a bar. He was a bit more shy than the rest of his friends, and didn’t immediately mingle with everyone until a few drinks in. But as you introduced yourself to his friends, you noticed him sitting down at the bar, not interacting with anyone. You were also somewhat on the quiet side, but was able to handle introducing yourself, so you completely understood why Harry acted the way he did when you two met.

“Hey, not feeling it tonight?” You asked, taking a seat next to him.

“Eh, not one for going up to people and initiating a conversation,” he said nervously.

“I get that. Makes me nervous to go up to someone and talk to them, but I’m trying to get over that, so here’s me trying,” you chuckled as did he.

“Well, we gotta drink to that then,” he said, and it took him by surprise that he was able to make a joke and laugh.

It could have definitely been the liquid courage, but he was starting to warm up to you; joking around and becoming less tense as you two talked and drank. But that was because you were making him comfortable, to which he appreciated very much.

Since then, you two have been by each other’s side. He told you that your friends kind of intimidated him because they were very out there, and that made you laugh slightly because it was very true, but you made sure to be by his side whenever your groups hung out.

The group hangouts turned into one-on-one hangouts with just you and Harry. He was definitely more comfortable with you, and he really enjoyed your company and presence.

Both of your friends had expected you two to end up together, but you two realized that you were better off as friends—who knows if you two will end up together, but for now, you were happy being best friends with him as was he.

It was a year, the end of sophomore year, when you wanted to move out of the dorms. It wasn’t like you didn’t like your friends and roommates, but sometimes you wanted your own space and that didn’t help when there’s two other people in the same room as you.

So Harry suggested that you both find a flat together since he was on the lookout for a flat anyways, and it’ll help him a ton with bills and whatnot. You excitedly said yes after you asked him if he was sure that he wanted to move in with you, and if he was extra sure that he wanted to since you’d be there when he would take home people. He laughed, and said that he didn’t care and wanted to live with you, saying it’ll be fun. You both had gotten quite close throughout that year and practically told each other everything, so it’ll be even better to live with someone you both trust.

Junior year of uni, he noticed that you always came home with a sad frown on your face, briefly saying hi to him before going straight to your room and locking yourself up for hours. Harry tried figuring out why you were in such a mood all the time, and tracked his steps, seeing if he said anything wrong that made you upset. But he couldn’t figure it out as you both always had light and fun conversations during breakfast and dinner.

And the frown went on for months until you both came back from Christmas break, and you told him that you had to tell him something very important.

“Love, you can tell me anything, you know that right?” He said, reassuring you.

“Yeah. It’s just…I’m nervous to,” you said, shaking your leg. Harry really wondered what happened during break that made you so anxious. He was worried that you wanted to move out and not live with him anymore, but he had to remind himself that it was probably not even about him as he told you to take your time.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he said, and you nodded, giving him a smile before you walked off to your room to gather your thoughts.

An hour later, you came out of your room and found Harry sitting on the couch, watching a film. You sat next to him, and he immediately turned off the TV, giving you his full attention.

You took a deep breath and started, “What I was trying to say earlier was that something about me has changed, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you when I was still figuring it out, but I was just scared of what you would think,” you said. Harry started to get concerned, but he let you finish talking before he said anything. “So, I’ve always had an attraction towards girls, and I thought it was just me thinking a girl was pretty, but when I started to get nervous and flustered when a girl would talk to me, I realized that I really like them, and I would find myself flirting with them and longing to have something romantic with them. And then when I went back home for break, I met up with a childhood friend, and somehow…we kissed. It was so magical that it made my stomach flutter.”

Harry had smiled softly as you told your story; knowing where this conversation was going, but of course, he stayed silent and let you talk.

“So what I’m trying to tell you is that… I’m bi,” you had said nervously, hands shaking in your lap. You were trying to contain your tears from falling from your face as you shook your leg.

“Love, I’m so happy for you,” he replied, opening his arms to comfort you from the anxiety you were feeling from telling him. You had softly sobbed into his shoulder, feeling the weight on your shoulders disappear as you had finally told the person you were closest to and who you trust the most.

“R-Really?” You said as you pulled away from his hold.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I be? I’m happy that you can be whoever you want to be and I’m here to support you,” he said, holding your arms and running his hands over your skin.

“Thank you, Harry,” you smiled at him, feeling ultimately grateful for your best friend and his acceptance.

Harry smiled at the memory as he heard giggles through your door, and he chuckled as he finished cleaning before heading to his room. He was feeling a bit tired and despite it being a bit earlier than his usual bedtime, he decided to call it a night a try to get some sleep, deciding that he could go on a run in the morning since he was sleeping early.

But after an hour of tossing and turning, he gave up trying to get a restful sleep, and opened his laptop to put on some Netflix, hoping it would lull him into a deep slumber. He was comfortably watching a random show until his hand grazed his crotch, and he realized he hadn’t relieved himself nor had he had sex in a while.

So, he pushed his boxers down his legs, kicked them off the bed, and took off his shirt before he grabbed some lube and pumped his cock as it immedately hardened in his hand. He began touching himself in the darkness of his room as he quietly groaned out and threw his head back on his pillow.

Realizing he doesn’t have some kind of visual, he stops to search up cam girl sites on the internet so he can get a mental image in his head to get him off. He finally settled on one user that was doing a live stream called ‘KISSYPLS’ as the preview was a girl going down on another with a purple ambiance to the room. The room was dark, but not dark enough where he couldn’t see the two girls.

The sound of the moans from his laptop were quite loud and he didn’t want you to hear it all the way from your room, so he grabbed some headphones from his bedside table, plugging in his earbuds into his ears as the sounds of the girls moaned and talked dirty to each other.

“You taste so fuckin’ good,” the girl that was doing the eating out said before she crawled her way up to the other’s body.

And the slightest moment as Harry was watching, the girl on her back had shifted down a bit as they kissed, and Harry’s eyes flew wide open once he glanced. He saw the face that he wouldn’t have expected he would see.

His roommate. His best friend. It was you.

You were being eaten out on his computer screen by Daniela, and he was in complete shock. He honestly hadn’t expected to find you because it was just a random scroll through the site, but holy fuck.

You hadn’t had your account for very long—maybe about three months. But you thought it was a good way to make some extra money because the bills were stacking up and they had to be paid off somehow. And you loved the idea of getting off in front of a camera for random strangers who pay to see that shit.

And of course, Harry didn’t know you were a cam girl at all. He hadn’t seen that coming when he was looking for something to get off to. But he wasn’t complaining. He just didn’t expect you to be the one on the other side of the screen. But there you were, showing your body and having sex with someone on camera for the (as shown) 27 people watching who are also horny as fuck.

You as a person are already beautiful, he knew that, but your body was something else. The way your tits were shown so clearly on his screen with your tattoo that was inked right next to your left tit; as the purple light hit your skin. He wanted to take them in his mouth and devour them.

You were sprawled out onto the bed, naked as Daniela was kissing you, and he couldn’t stop looking at you as your face looked while kissing someone. He was in complete shock that he stopped stroking himself, his dick in his hands as he watched you two make out. But once his cock twitched from the sight of your ass sticking up, getting a view of your glistening pussy and ass, he continued.

You flipped Daniela onto her back, making her squeal in surprise before you started kissing down her body, leaving small and sweet kisses to her soft skin. You took her nipples into your mouth, sucking on it lightly as she moaned. Once you were lying on your stomach between her legs, you gave her inner thighs a kiss before licking one long strike up her pussy. You generally loved the way girls taste rather than guys, so your mouth salivates more when you’re with women, eating them out and tasting them, and pleasuring them to their orgasm.

You tongue focused on her clit, licking her sensitive bud relentlessly as your arms were looped under her thighs, and your hand reached up to grab one of her breasts, taking her nipple in between your finger and lightly pulling it.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. Her voice was much more high pitched than normal, but you think it’s hot as fuck. “Like that.”

That encouraged you to continue sucking on her clit, and you brought your free hand to plunge two fingers into her wet pussy, curling up to meet the soft spot inside of her. Daniela’s back arched off the bed as her hair was spread out onto the pillow as she grabbed a fistful of your sheets into her hands. You pulled your mouth away from her to place your hand on her clit, rubbing it fast as you continue to finger fuck her. Daniela was an absolute mess above you, chanting that she was going to come as a way to manifest her orgasm.

“C’mon, beautiful. Cum for me,” you encouraged her, the sound of your voice had made Daniela and Harry moan out with how sultry and seductive you sounded. Daniela’s peak washed over her as her hips bucked up, but you placed your arm on top of her thigh to stop her from moving as you calmed her down from her high. You licked her up once more, collecting her juices on your tongue before climbing up her body to connect your lips with her. Daniela could taste herself on you, and it turned her on even more despite just having an orgasm.

Harry watched as you two kissed for a while. She wrapped her arms around your back, pressing her body against yours as you two made out, swirling your tongues together. Harry fondled his balls, intensifying the feeling before going back to stroke his cock. He gripped on his long hair with his other hand, so it felt like someone was in the room pulling his hair for him, and he closed his eyes. With the feeling of his orgasm coming, he was about ready to pump faster so he could get to his peak, but he heard your voice again.

“I’m not done with you yet. Wanna cum again?” You asked her, and she nodded eagerly. “Want you to cum when I say so,” you told Daniela, and she nodded. Harry slowed his movements down as if he felt like you were personally talking to him, even though a lot of people on her live stream felt the way he did once she said those words.

You fixed the laptop, pushing it back a little but still pointing it down to your bodies rather than your face. Giving Daniela a kiss, you situate yourself, putting one leg over her and the other under. You reach between you two, inserting your finger in her wet hole and bringing that wetness to her clit, and she does the same to you.

Slowly moving closer to one another, you touch clits, rubbing it against each other as you two moaned out. The sounds coming from both of your mouths were loud enough that Harry had heard them from his room, and it genuinely felt like he was in the same room as he was also watching it on his screen.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he groaned to himself.

“You wanna cum?” You said, rubbing yourself on her and she whimpered out a ‘mhm,’ and you proceeded to grind faster.

“Yeah, please let me,” Harry moaned.

The feeling of both your wetness rubbing together was sending you over the edge as you felt like you were going to explode. Your moans had gotten louder, and you really hoped Harry was wearing some sort of headphones with loud music because you felt bad that you were being this loud, but you couldn’t help it.

But little did you know that Harry was listening to everything.

You felt like Daniela had waited long enough to release, so you grabbed her face gently, giving her a kiss. “Go ahead. Cum for me,” you said breathlessly as you were going to let go after she was done.

Once Harry heard those words, he sighed in relief, letting out a loud groan as his orgasm was released onto his stomach. His abs clenched and his hips bucked into his hand. He grabbed a pillow and bit on it, concealing his moans as he came down from his high. With his chest heaving up and down, he looked over at his laptop to see you breathing deeply and he knew that you had just orgasmed as well.

Your orgasms had hit both of you hard as you were left sprawled out on the bed, laying on opposite sides as your legs were still entangled with one another. Daniela sat up, pulling your body towards her, and she kissed you deeply, still feeling entirely breathless.

“God, you’re amazing,” she said against your lips, and you smiled into the kiss. The live stream was still going on, so Harry continued watching you two interact with one another post orgasm. “Kinda wanna use that dildo of yours on you,” she smirked, and you chuckled, nodding your head eagerly.

“Like a threesome, but with a dildo,” you joked, and she laughed.

“Maybe we should have one?”

“What? A threesome?” You asked, pulling back, and she nodded her head and shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, why not?”

“With who?”

Just on cue, a knock was heard on your door quite loud, making you and Daniela turn your heads towards the door. Before you even had the chance to even get up, the door opened, revealing Harry in just his boxers. You couldn’t help but look down at his crotch area and see his cock hard.

“Done with the show ladies?” He asked, smirking. The two of you were still completely naked, but neither of you cared to make an effort to cover yourselves.

“W-What?” You stuttered and looked at Daniela as she had no clue what was going on either.

“Watched your live stream,” he finally said, and your eyes widened.

“How did you find it?” You asked, moving towards the edge of the bed, and Daniela stayed behind near the headboard.

“By coincidence, I swear,” he said, walking towards you. “Was just scrolling and I was horny as fuck, and I stumbled upon it.”

“D-Did you like it?” A nervous tone came with your words, and it was strange because you’ve never been nervous with Harry, except the time you came out to him. A huge part of you wanted him to say he liked it and that he enjoyed the show, and you really hoped he did.

He stood in between your legs and looked down at you as you looked up. The sight below him was just something that irked him; you looking up at him with wide eyes, acting innocent and him looking down at you with a raging hard on, begging to be touched by you and your mouth. He placed his hands on both sides of your face, caressing your warm cheek as he studied you for a moment. The smear of mascara that laid under your eyes and your flushed cheeks made his cock twitch.

Just from watching your live stream, he noticed that you were quite dominant in bed with girls. But with how you’re looking at him, wanting validation and reassurance from him, you’re submissive with men (or just him in general).

His stare was intimidating, and the dark purple light illuminating your room didn’t help. He’s never seen you naked and bare, so that added to the stress of if he likes what he sees. But you were surprised that you didn’t want to cover up in front of him. Throughout the years of being best friends and roommates, you two have never fucked. Although you have kissed multiple times, it was purely platonic and sometimes you just needed a kiss every once in a while. And as your best friend, Harry was happy to help.

“Of course I fucking loved it. Wanna know my favorite part?” You smiled softly, nodding slowly as you looked at him with big and innocent eyes. He bent down, matching your eye level before he whispered, “Well, first of all you, of course. Looked so damn beautiful, I swear.” You blushed, and he continued. “But the part when Daniela suggested a threesome just a minute ago. If you and her are up with me being a plus one, then I am. Your wish is my command,” he said softly, kissing your nose.

Daniela gasped behind you, a big smile on her face as she crawled to the edge of the bed, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder before she spoke.

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have a lot of fucking fun.”

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softspideys · 3 years

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Average (Frat!Tom Holland x reader)

summary: tom holland is the handsome, popular, and charismatic king of your campus. so why has he taken an interest in you?

warnings: none

word count: 3,000

pairings: frat!tom holland x reader

a/n: I personally prefer respectful frat boy tom to jerky frat boy tom. inspired by this glorious photo. I hope you you like it:)

When Tom Holland first spoke to you, your immediate instinct was to assume it was a joke.

You’d just arrived at the party his frat was throwing and immediately made a beeline for the kitchen. You were never totally comfortable in situations like these, but after a couple drinks you tended to be more social and easygoing.

“Hey,” a voice said as you finished pouring yourself some of the suspicious-looking Jungle Juice. You turned around and almost did a double-take.

You knew who Tom was; his roommate Harrison was friends with your roommate Jess, but you’d never spoken to him. He was popular, but there were no rumors about him being a player or an asshole or a creep like there were with some of his frat brothers.

Now he was smiling at you, looking casual in jeans and a black t-shirt, a baseball cap pulled over his curly hair. “Hey,” you answered, once you were positive he was talking to you. There was no one else around you, but still.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Um, no thanks,” you said, gesturing to the cup in your hand. “I’m good.” You figured he was just being polite, but then he continued to speak to you.

“You’re Jess’s roommate, right?” he asked.

You nodded, a little surprised. You honestly didn’t even think he was aware you existed. But then it hit you—he must be looking for her and probably recognized you from one of her Instagram photos or something. “Yeah. I don’t know where she is, though. I just got here.”

“Cool,” he said. “I’ve only met her a couple times—she’s friends with my roommate Harrison—but she talked about you a lot. I’m Tom.” He held out his hand.

Slowly, you shook it. “Y/N.” This was weird. If he wasn’t being polite and he wasn’t looking for someone else, then why was he talking to you? You had to get out of there. “Um, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you.”

“Oh, okay,” he said. “See you around, maybe.” You smiled a little instead of answering before practically fleeing the kitchen and joining the party. The rest of the night passed uneventfully and you didn’t see Tom again.

You thought about him briefly afterwards, but decided not to dwell on it. Maybe he was just bored. Maybe he saw you by yourself and took pity on you.

A few days later, Jess ambushed you while you were doing homework in the library. “You talked to Tom Holland at the party on Saturday?” she whispered excitedly.

“Yeah, for like a minute. It was before I found you. Why?”

“Harrison told me he was asking about you. Want me to pass along your number?”

“No!” you said quickly, feeling your face get warm. “Wait. What do you mean, he was asking about me? Asking what?”

“You know, just like . . . what your deal is, and whatever.” She shrugged. “He probably wants to hang out with you.”

“Me? Why?” The thought made your heartbeat quicken.

Jess rolled her eyes. “Oh my God. Why wouldn’t he? You’re a total catch. I don’t know why you’re so surprised.”

The conversation was making you more and more uncomfortable. Tom was good-looking and popular and probably had tons of people lining up just to “hang out” with him. What was so special about you?

Despite your doubts, you found yourself giving in. “Okay,” you said finally. “I guess you can give him my number.”

Jess smiled, her eyes sparkling. “Awesome. I’ll tell Harrison.” She leaned closer, suddenly serious. “And look, I wouldn’t push this if I didn’t think it was a good idea, okay? You know I got your back. Tom is really nice.”

She had a point. “I know,” you said grudgingly. “We’ll see if he even texts me.”

~ ~ ~

Tom texted you the day after Jess passed your number on.

hey it’s tom, we met at the party on saturday :) i got your number from jess. i was wondering if you wanna hang out sometime?

You spent almost an hour reading it over and over, trying to figure out if there was any hidden meaning in the short message. Finally you wrote back: sure.

You expected him to invite you to another frat party or something similar, but instead he asked if you wanted to grab coffee and do homework. Midterms were coming up, after all.

So you met him at a cafe on campus on a chilly Thursday afternoon. He was there when you arrived, sitting at a table in the back. He looked cozy, all bundled up in a hoodie and sweats. You bought yourself a hot chocolate and sat across from him. “Um, hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled at you. “How’s it going?”

“Good. How are you?”

“Pretty good.”

You looked around. He’d picked a two-person table, but that didn’t mean someone else couldn’t pull up a chair. “Is it just going to be us?”

His smile faded a little. “Uh, yeah. Is that okay? I thought—I mean, you can see if Jess is around or something, but—”

“No, no,” you interrupted, wanting to kick yourself. “No, this is fine. I was just asking. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, okay.” He relaxed. “I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “You just didn’t seem very, uh . . . excited.”

You cringed inwardly, clearing your throat. “Oh, sorry. I’m not very good at texting. Ask Jess.” You smiled a little at the thought of your best friend. “She’s always mad at me because I take hours to respond and then it usually just ends up being one word.”

Tom laughed. “Oh man, my brother Sam is the same way. I have to send a message to him in all caps that says SOS EMERGENCY PLEASE ANSWER NOW if I want him to answer within the hour.”

“You have a brother?”

“Yeah, three actually. There’s me, then the twins Sam and Harry, and then my youngest brother Paddy.”

“Wow,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Your house must’ve been pretty crazy growing up.”

“You could say that.”

Before you got to the cafe, you told yourself that you only had to stay for an hour. One hour, and then you could make up some excuse as to why you had to leave. But as time went on, you realized you were actually enjoying yourself. The conversation flowed naturally, and Tom was a good listener. He didn’t seem to mind when you eventually lapsed into silence to get some studying down, and the two of you worked quietly for a while. He even offered to refill your drink when he went to get another for himself.

“Got any plans for dinner?” he asked finally, breaking the comfortable silence you’d grown used to. You looked out the window and saw it was getting dark out.

At first you thought maybe he was going to ask if you wanted to get something to eat with him. But as quick as the idea occurred, you shot it down. That was silly; he’d already been here with you for a few hours now. Maybe he was meeting other people after this and wanted you to take a hint.

So you lied, “Yeah, I’m meeting Jess at a dining hall. I should probably get going, actually.”

“Oh, right,” he said, glancing down at his homework. “Uh, same here.” You both quickly packed up your stuff and left the cafe, pausing before you officially went your separate ways.

“That was fun,” Tom said. He hesitated, and you braced yourself to hear some excuse as to why he would never talk to you again.

You certainly weren’t expecting him to ask shyly, “Would you want to hang out again?” You blinked, certain you hadn’t heard him right. But he just looked at you, waiting for your response, and after a pause you nodded.

“Yeah. I would like that.”

Tom’s answering smile was practically blinding. You couldn’t help but return it. “Awesome,” he said. “Um, I’ll text you?”

“Okay,” you said. “See you later.” He smiled at you for a second longer before he turned and walked away, a happy sort of bounce in his step.

You couldn’t help it; you walked home with a dumb grin on your face.

~ ~ ~

True to his word, Tom texted you a few days later to ask if you wanted to hang out again. This time you accepted readily.

At first, the two of you just got together to have coffee and do homework. Then he somehow managed to figure out part of your schedule and would meet you on your way to class. Even if he had a lecture on the other side of campus, he insisted on walking you all the way to yours.

He started texting you more, sometimes sending you funny videos or memes, but also sharing random thoughts and asking questions. Now you checked your phone frequently, trying to get in the habit of responding quickly or initiating conversation with him first. You followed each other on social media and you noticed he’d liked all of your Instagram photos. Just to be funny, you liked a couple of his too, but then wondered if he would find it weird.

“We’re friends,” you told Jess when she noticed you smiling at your phone. “That’s it.”

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England. Are you kidding me?”

“I’m serious,” you said, because you knew what she was insinuating and there was just no way Tom Holland would be into you like that. Sometimes you saw him around campus, always surrounded by a laughing group of friends and admirers. He was like the sun, and you knew you were lucky to even be in his orbit.

“We’re having a party on Friday night,” Tom said to you one afternoon. The weather was nice, so you’d claimed a sunny spot out on the quad to do some homework.

“Cool.” You were more focused on the essay you were writing than the conversation.

“Are you gonna go?” he pressed.

“I don’t know. Maybe if Jess goes I’ll come too.”

“Well . . .” He trailed off, and you looked up to see he was fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves. “What if we went together?”

You stared at him. Of all the things you were expecting him to say, it certainly was not that. “Like . . . me and you? Like . . . as your date?”

Tom was blushing now, steadily avoiding your eyes. “Um. Yes?”

Alarm bells were going off in your brain. If Jess were here she’d be throwing a parade, but you knew there had to be a catch. Out of all the people on campus, why was he asking you?

You opened your mouth to say no, but then he finally glanced up at you. His expression was so earnest and hopeful that you found yourself saying, “Sure.”

“Really? You want to?” he said, like he couldn’t believe it.

You nodded. “Yeah, it sounds fun.”

There was that goofy grin again, lighting up his entire face. “Okay,” he said. “Cool.”

You knew you should be excited, but there was a nervous pit in your stomach that just wouldn’t go away. It was still there when you arrived at Tom’s frat house that Friday. You didn’t recognize the brother at the door on security duty, but he took one look and waved you inside, no questions asked.

You were a little confused; you came by yourself last time too and had to say you knew Harrison. But the brother merely said, “Tom put you on the list.”

The boy in question was in the kitchen, talking to a few of his brothers. He noticed you walk in immediately and his eyes lit up. “Hey! You’re here!” To your surprise he gave you a hug, and you tried not to focus on how good his cologne smelled.

“You look nice,” he said when he pulled away. In an attempt to feel more confident, you’d worn your favorite pair of jeans and a cute top, even allowing Jess to do some hair and makeup magic on you.

“Thank you,” you said. “Um, so do you.” He was just in jeans and a purple flannel, a black baseball cap twisted backwards on his head, but he still managed to make it look effortlessly cool.

“Thanks.” He paused. “I’m, uh, really glad you came.”

“Me too,” you said quietly. He smiled at you and the knot in your stomach tightened.

Tom barely left your side the entire night. He introduced you to some of his fraternity brothers, whose names you forgot as soon as they said them. A few of them had brought dates too, and while they were all friendly and welcoming, you couldn’t help but feel frumpy and plain standing next to them.

It didn’t help that there were some not-so-friendly girls coming over too. They gave Tom hugs and kisses on the cheek before eyeing you critically. You could practically see the invisible thought bubble forming over their heads each time they looked at you: why is he here with you? You wanted to tell them that you were wondering the same thing.

The longer you thought about it, the worse you felt. It just didn’t make sense. Tom had practically half the campus falling at his feet; why wasn’t he with someone more talented, better looking, charismatic? Why had he picked you? You were so . . . average.

Maybe it was some kind of prank, some kind of fucked-up tradition in his fraternity: find a shy girl, get her to fall in love with you, and then break her heart. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

“Are you alright?” Tom asked, tearing you from your thoughts. You realized you hadn’t spoken in several minutes, just staring off into space.

You swallowed. “Could we, um, go somewhere quiet? Please?”

He studied your face for a second before he nodded. “Of course.” He put one hand on your back, gently guiding you out of the crowded room and up the stairs. You followed him down the hallway until he stopped at a door with a sign that said TOM & HARRISON.

Oh. This was his room.

He ushered you in and you noticed he left the door slightly ajar, so you could easily leave if you wanted to. Still, you immediately took a seat at his desk, not wanting to even go near the bed. Tom didn’t seem to mind, falling onto it with a loud thud and a content sigh. Neither of you spoke for a minute. Finally you glanced over at him and saw he was already watching you, a tiny smile on his face.

You couldn’t take it any longer. “Is this, like, a prank or something?”

“What?”

“This. Like,” you gestured vaguely between the two of you, “all of this. Is it a joke?”

Tom’s smile vanished. He scrambled to sit up, scooting towards the edge of the bed. “What are you talking about? Why would you even think that?”

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I don’t know. I’ve just been trying to figure out why someone like you would be doing all of this with someone like me.”

He looked lost. “Doing what?”

“You know . . . hanging out with me, texting me, inviting me here . . .”

He stared at you for a second before he let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “I mean . . . I like you. I thought that was obvious.”

“But why?” You were frustrated to find you were near tears. “You could have your pick of anyone on this campus. There are so many girls in this house alone right now who are prettier and funnier and more interesting than me. So why . . . why me?”

Tom slowly stood up and came over to where you were sitting, kneeling in front of you. “Because I think you’re pretty and funny and interesting,” he said, looking at you unflinchingly. “None of those other people matter to me. I don’t know why you keep trying to convince yourself that you’re, like . . . not good enough or whatever, but it’s not true.”

You bit your lip as he took your hand. “I’m just . . . not used to this. Usually people tend not to notice me.”

“I did,” he said simply. “And I really, really like you.”

“I really like you too,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Tom said gently. “Just trust me, okay? I would never hurt you like that.”

He was being honest. He always had been, but you believed him now. You took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you?”

Tom blinked in surprise before he nodded. You leaned in and kissed him softly; his lips were a little chapped and tasted sweet and sort of fruity, like the juice from his drink. His hands came up to carefully cup your jaw, holding you in place. It made your head dizzy and your knees weak; it was perfect.

It was like a dam broke. Suddenly you couldn’t get enough of him, couldn’t figure out what to do with the happy, fizzy feeling in your stomach. You pulled back a little, pressing kisses to his cheeks and his nose. Tom giggled like the touch made him ticklish and you thought to yourself, You were so silly to deny yourself for so long, to think you didn’t deserve this.

You knew better now. You knew you did.

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monsterenergysimp · 3 years

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Cat Boys are Ruining my Life

corpse husband x gender neutral! reader

summary: you and corpse grow closer when he starts co-parenting your cat

request: Hi! 👉👈 um- so I was wondering if you could write some fluff where reader and corpse are neighbors, and reader has a cat that really likes Corpse so they decide to co-parent? Like the cat spends every other night at Corpse's @simp-listicc

warnings: cats

word count: 1.2k

notes: This is proof read but I could have missed some stuff. If your name is crossed out that means you changed your username and I couldn’t properly tag you; just send me a message. I really like this one and I hope everyone enjoys :)

main blog: @itsmysleepover

You had lived in your apartment for about a year and you loved it. You loved the independence and having your own space but you hated feeling lonely. You decided to finally get a cat. You’ve always wanted one but your parents were allergic and your old roommate didn’t like them. Now that you lived alone nothing was stopping you. One Saturday morning, you got in your car giddy and ready to drive to the animal shelter that seemed to taunt you every time you drove past.

You went to see the cats and your eyes were immediately drawn to a gorgeous tortoiseshell cat. He was a fully grown adult cat; the shelter attendant informed you he had been brought in after someone found him on the street. The tag outside his cage said his name was Hobbes and you couldn’t stop fawning over him. You signed the papers and paid the fee, not caring how much. Hobbes was now your child.

It had only been a few weeks but Hobbes quickly made himself at home in your apartment and you were happy to have him. One day when you were leaving for work Hobbes ran out of your apartment. He started running around so you chased him; attempting to get him back inside. Your neighbor walked out of his apartment just as this was all happening.

“Hey Y/N,” he said smiling.

“Hey Corpse,” you said back trying to get your cat to stop running from you. You had introduced yourself to him when you first moved in. You two talked whenever you saw one another in the hallway (which wasn’t that often because of your schedules).

“I didn’t know you had a cat.” He said as he watched you run and trying to catch the agile creature.

“I just got him!” You said happily and watched as Hobbes ran up to Corpse and curled at his feet. Corpse knelt to pet him and Hobbes purred. “I think Hobbes likes you.”

“I think so too.”

The next day something similar happened. You were getting back from work and opened the door. Hobbes ran out of your apartment again. He sat outside for twenty minutes. Every time you tried to pick him up and bring him inside he would run away. After twenty minutes he came inside on his own and moped on his cat tower. He seemed fine for a few days before he started sitting at the door and meowing at you. You squatted to his level and stared into his eyes.

“Hobbes, I love you, I really do but I don’t know what you want.”

“Meow,” he replied and sauntered away.

Later that day you were sitting on the couch and Hobbes was laying next to you. Someone knocked on your door and you went to check who it was. You opened the door and Corpse was standing on the other side.

“Hey there,” you said.

“Hey. I was wondering if you had any salt I could borrow.”

“Yeah, come in.” You led him into your apartment. Hobbes saw him and ran over to Corpse. You noticed as he followed Corpse into the kitchen. “So what do you need the salt for?”

“I’m just trying to make dinner and was out so I figured I’d try my luck.”

“Here you go,” you said, giving him your saltbox.

“Thanks.”

You walked with Corpse to your door to let him out. Hobbes jumped at this opportunity and followed Corpse outside. “Hobbes the fun is over, Corpse has to go.” You squatted down to lift him but he hissed at you. You jumped back. This was the first time this has happened and it finally clicked why Hobbes was acting so strange all of a sudden. Your cat was in love with your neighbor. “He wants to be with you. I’m not gonna lie that hurts a bit.” Corpse giggled and looked down at the cat who was lying at his feet.

“I can take him to my apartment for a bit if you want,” Corpse offered.

“Would that be okay with you? I also need to clean and having him out of the way for a bit would be great. He almost knocked over a gallon of bleach last time.”

“If it’ll calm him down and give you some time to take care of stuff, I’m happy to help.”

Corpse took Hobbes with him and that’s how it went for the next month. He would take care of Hobbes while you were at work and you’d take him after work and on your days off. It became like shared custody. In that time you and Coprse also grew closer. You would hang out at his place after work sometimes. You’d make dinner together or watch a movie. You’d become pretty close friends over this seemingly odd arrangement. You’d almost fallen asleep at his place a few times from how late you’d stay. You enjoyed being around him and were even developing a bit of a crush on him.

One day you opened Corpse’s door and saw him giggling and running around with Hobbes. Hobbes was chasing the feater on a stick, one of his favorite toys. You couldn’t help but sit back and watch. Corpse’s giggles made you feel relaxed and joyful. And every time you watched Hobbes slide across the floor you couldn’t hold back your laughs. You watched them for almost five minutes.

Another day you were sitting on Corpse’s couch watching Spirited Away with him for what seemed to be the hundredth time. It was late. Hobbes was on Corpse’s lap as he pets him. Letting out a purr ever so often. You started yawning and rested your head on Corpse’s shoulder. He gave you a gentle pat on the head and you closed your eyes. Corpse looked down at you and shook you gently.

“Woah, don’t fall asleep,” He said. You lifted your head and checked your phone for the time. You winced at the light burning your eyes. Your eyes finally adjusted and you realized it was almost 2 am.

“Shit I have work tomorrow, I should go,” you said and stood up. You stretched and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You lifted Hobbes off Corpse’s lap and he walked you to his door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You leaned in to hug Corpse. You wrapped your free arm around him and he hugged you back. He wrapped you tight and he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

“I’ll see you too,” he said and smiled at you and Hobbes warmly. You left and Corpse was alone again. The movie was still playing but your spot on the couch was empty. He wasn’t tired, but he decided to try and go to bed.

A week later, you were picking Hobbes up from Corpse’s place. “Hey, uh, I was wondering…” Corpse said. “If it’d be cool if you wanted to hang out sometime.”

“We hang out all the time.”

“No, I meant like-”

“Oh. Like a date?”

“Yeah.”

“I’d love to.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” you said. Corpse was prepared for your rejection you were close friends, why would either of you risk it. He stood beside you frozen in shock that you actually accepted his offer. You placed scooped up Hobbes and held him close to you. Corpse opened his door for you and before you left you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Meow.”

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libraryofloveletters · 3 years

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a fic of chim coming back to live with you as he bunked with Buck due to covid while you worked at the hospital

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Howard “Chimney” Han x Reader

Warnings: mentions of covid, alcohol and the consumption of, teasing Eddie about Buck (for my Buddie stans)

Category: Fluff with a lil bit of angst

Word Count: 2k

Author’s Note: I have more Chim content coming soon :) also I didn’t proof-read this so idk hopefully it's okay

“Hey you” you smile at Chim over the phone, he called you while he was getting ready for work, you on the other hand, now getting home from a shift.

“Hey, how was work?” he asked while pouring some coffee into a mug, his phone was up against the wall.

“Hectic but that’s a norm” you proceed to go through your after work routine which consists of disinfecting everything that comes in with you, your scrubs in the washing machine and straight to the bathroom you go. “What time are you off tonight love?” you turned on the shower, the phone rested face up on the counter.

“6 this afternoon, if they don’t need me any longer. What time is your shift ?” he took a sip of the coffee, his face contorting at the overly hot liquid. You chuckled at his little scrunched up expression, “I start at 7 but I got to be in around 6:30″

“Oh my god, is that y/n?” you wrap the towel around yourself when you hear Buck’s voice and heavy footsteps approaching. Picking up the phone so they would see you again, “hi buckaroo, how’s life with your roommate ?”

“Y/n, I'm begging you. Please take him back” Buck was half dressed, you knew they had to leave for work what should have been 15 minutes ago if they wanted to be on time.

“Is he driving you crazy yet Buck ?”

“Yet?” he shouted, “he’s been doing that since day one!”

“Buck shut up and go get dressed. Stop talking to your lady friend.” Chim rolled his eyes. “Ohhh does he have a little girlfriend ?” you tease, you can hear Buck shout a shut up in your general direction making you smile.

“Why don't you come home babe ? I'm sure Buck would be happy to have his apartment back to himself”

“I can’t, you know that” he gives you an apologetic look

“It’s not that you can’t, you just don't want to.”

“Y/n I-” he opens his mouth but you cut him off, “C’mon, we’re both working and yeah, we both need to take the precautions necessary to keep ourselves safe, which we’re already doing. Just think about it? Please ? I miss you.”

“I know,” he sighs, running a hand over his face. “I know- I'll think about it okay ? I miss you too”

“I’m gonna take a shower and try to get some sleep. I love you, be safe okay?”

“I love you too and I will. I'll text you before your shift” Chim blew you a kiss, you blew one back and hung up.

The door to your apartment was propped open as Eddie helped you move the new couch. “No, no lift it! You're going to scratch the floor!” Eddie warned you because you were pulling the couch from your end. You had spilt chocolate ice cream on the couch and the stain just wouldn’t come out. In all fairness, it wasn’t just ice cream, the couch was old as hell. It wouldn't hurt to replace it so you did just that. Eddie was over to help you because one, he’s the only person you knew with a pick up truck who would help you move both couches on a short notice, two, Chim was working and you didn’t really feel like telling him that you were getting rid of his favourite couch and three, Eddie was your best friend, if you asked him to help you bury a body, he’d drop what he was doing and come help you and you'd do the same for him.

After managing to get it into the apartment, you finally get it where you want it. “How about a beer for all your hard work ?” you asked, walking to the kitchen. Eddie took a seat on the couch, “how about you watch Chris next Saturday for me and I'll still take the beer for all my hard work ?” he called out, making you chuckle. “You got a deal, Diaz” you sit beside him, handing him a bottle.

“Chim’s still staying with Buck, right ?” he takes a sip as he looks over at you. You can't help but sigh, “yeah, why? Jealous that you can't have your boyfriend all to yourself, Eddie ?” you tease, Eddie gives you a slight shove. He wouldn’t admit it but the mention of Buck being his boyfriend made him blush. The two of you sat there just catching up on life, it had been a while since you last saw Eddie.

“How’s Chris adjusting to the whole online school ?” you ask, Eddie groans, “It was a little hard at first, they didn’t have a set schedule for a few days and it was hard for him. Now, he's got the hang of it, he really seems to like his teacher.” Eddie tells you, you smile.

“Maybe I'll pop by one day if I’m off. They have me working back to back, so I should have a few days off next week”

“Yeah, that would be nice. Chris misses you. The last few weeks have just been me and Carla who he only sees via FaceTime, it’d be nice to have someone else around.”

“Oh his other dad didn’t come by ?” you ask, Eddie’s brows furrow. He had that adorable confused look he gets.

“Buck, I'm talking about Buck”

“Oh,” the same blush appears on Eddie’s face but he shakes his head. “Not yet”

Your phone was tucked under your leg as you shifted towards the side of the couch, your legs now stretched in front of you. The phone was somewhere under your leg when Eddie changed the topic back to you and Chim and what was happening there.

Across the city, Buck’s phone rings. “Hey y/n!” he says, the audio from your end sounds muffled. “Y/n ? Helloooo?” Buck calls again and it still sounds muffled. He listens for a few seconds, setting the phone on speaker and resting it beside him on the counter. The sound is coming through clearly now and it sounds like you and Eddie were having a conversation. Buck debated for a minute, does he hang up or should he keep listening ? It was wrong to eavesdrop but it’d be even worse to hang up, he just had to know what the conversation was about.

Curiosity always killed the cat.

Buck listened, Eddie had asked you something that he didn’t quite catch but he listened to your reply. “God, I miss him you know ? It took forever to get used to sleeping by myself again and I know I do it when he’s on shift but it’s not the same” you tell him, Eddie hums. Continuing with your thought, “I just want him home I don't care if it’s selfish but what’s the worst that could happen, ya know?”

“You both work equally dangerous jobs right now, he knows that. He worries about you” Eddie says. “Yeah and I worry about him too, but I'd worry a little less if I got to see him.” you mumble, the sound of something clinking from your end.

Buck wanted to hang up but he wanted Chim out of his apartment a little more than he wanted to hang up. His need to hear what was happening was a little stronger than his moral compass, Maybe there’s something in here to make his case to Chim.

Chim pushes the door open, his bag dropping to the floor. Buck was hunched over the counter, his eyes on his phone. “Hey” Chim says, walking over to Buck. Buck looks like a deer in headlights, “Chim” his eyes go from the phone to Chim and then back to the phone. Eddie begins talking before Buck could end the call.

“He’s just taking precautions, y/n”

“I know that Eddie but so is everyone else. He's just being a stubborn ass” you groan.

Buck looks over at Chim, an apologetic look on his face. “Does she-” Chim whispered, Buck shook his head.

“Cut him some slack, he’s trying” Eddie spoke up

“Eddie, stop trying to justify his actions. Everyone is taking precautions, he's not the only one that’s worried about that. You’ve got a kid at home and you still go home to him! All of you have families to go home to and you all do, what’s the difference here ? We’re two grown adults, I don't see what the issue is.” your voice raises slightly.

Chim leaned over and ended the call. “How long have you been listening ?” He questions the blonde man, Buck turns to lean against the counter. “A few minutes before you walked in.” Chim nodded, he stood there for a few seconds before turning on his heels and headed towards the couch.

“What are you doing ?” Buck follows him, all the clothes that had been scattered across his living room, the same ones that had been driving him insane, were now tossed into a bag.

“I’m going home, Buck. Unless you want me to sta-” “god no, go home” Buck answered a little too quickly. “Uh- sorry. You're more than welcomed to stay if you’d like” Buck mumbles, Chim shakes his head and laughed. “Thanks for letting me crash.” He patted Buck’s shoulder as he headed to the door.

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Eddie was still lazing on the couch when the door unlocked. He looked over his shoulder to see Chim walking in. “Hey” Eddie sits up, “hey, where are they ?” Chim sets the bag down on the floor, he walks to the kitchen leaving Eddie on the couch.

“Shower, should be out soon I think.” He gets up and walks towards the door, “I’ll head out and give you guys some space” Eddie says.

“Yeah, thanks for hanging out with them.” Chim smiles, Eddie gives him one back.

“Anytime man, tell them I said bye. Oh and I'll text later about babysitting” Eddie heads out, pulling the door shut behind him.

Chim knocked on the bathroom door before walking in. “Get out! Can't whatever you want wait dude? I'm in the shower” you groan from behind the curtain, Chim smiles at the sound on your voice. He’s talked to you everyday since he’s been staying with Buck, but it sounded different in person.

“Yeah, it can wait” he leaned back against the counter, your head pops out from behind the curtain.

“You're home!” you seemed excited yet confused.

“I’m home” he smiles

“Wait, is Eddie still out there?”

“He went home, said something about babysitting ?”

You nodded before pulling the curtain shut again. “What changed your mind ?” you called out, continuing with your shower. “Your phone call to Buck.” his fingers tapped against the counter. “What phone call ?”

“Seems like you accidentally called and we overheard. Well, he did, I only heard the last part about me being a stubborn ass”

Chim saw the towel disappear behind the shower curtain, you pushed it back and stepped out, the towel now around you. “I didn’t realize I called Buck, I'm sorry.”

“No, I'm glad you did. You’re right. Everyone else has families and everyone’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we’ll be okay too”

“So you're saying I'm right ?” stepping towards your boyfriend, your arms wrap around his neck, resting on his shoulders. Chim’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him and closing the gap between the two of you.

“Yeah, you’re right. Happy ?” he asked, you nodded.

“Always happy when I'm with you” you smiled at him.

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therealvalkyrie · 3 years

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Painter’s Hands and Guatemalan Coffee: Part 4

the ackerman influence

Pairing/setting: Levi Ackerman x Female!Reader, modern!college!AU

Summary: When you catch your idiot boyfriend cheating, your grumpy roommate is there to pick up the pieces and watch your back as you toe a carefully drawn line in the metaphorical sand.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: consumption of alcohol and weed products, intoxication, swearing, pretty dang fluffy

AN: SURPRISE BITCHES it’s out tonight!! An infinite thank you belongs to my beloved @ghostlightprincess for her keen eye for editing and swoon-worthy compliments and encouragements. Seriously, this chapter is dedicated entirely to her. I hope y’all enjoy!! I hope y’all appreciate the love I gave Sasha this chapter because........reasons. Pleease feel free to come scream/squeal/chat in my DMs or askbox! In love with you all<3 ~valkyrie

(read part 3 here)

“Here, thisun ‘sblue!” Hange slurs as she passes you yet another shot glass with Greek letters etched on the side.

“Mmm, I like blue,” you giggle, then clink your shot with hers before you both tip your heads back to pour the liquor down your throats. It tastes inexplicably like turquoise, and you laugh loudly over the thumping dance music in approval.

The poor freshman charged with staffing the drinks table eyes the pair of you skeptically. “Maybe you two should slow down, you seem like you’ve had enough—”

You round on him, offense written across your face. He’s definitely right, but you aren’t exactly gonna let some pimply, snot-nosed teen tell you how to drink. “Woah, Nelly, this ain’t cocktail hour, this is fuckin’ Greek row an’ I won’t have your judgment,” you waggle a finger in his general direction for emphasis, “harsh my vibe.”

“You tell ‘em, girlfriend,” Hange approves vaguely, hanging off your shoulder.

The freshman holds his hands up in defeat, amused. “No judgment.”

You nod once.

“C’mon, Han, let’s see if we can find the snacks.”

“Pleeeeeeease…”

You turn away from the drinks table to do just that, angling towards where you remember the kitchen to be — honestly, this frat is huge — and set off through the crowd. Hange trails after you, fingers tangled with yours like they have been all night, yammering on about something you can’t be bothered to follow.

“‘Scuse us, comin’ through, on a mission!” You push past jostling bodies until you reach the far wall and lean against it for the last leg of your epic journey to the fluorescent lights of the kitchen.

Someone calls your name and you look up through squinted eyes to see Sasha leaned up against the counter by the fridge, bowl of chips in her arms and dab pen tucked behind her ear. She’s dressed casually, sweatpants and DIY cropped t-shirt contrasting your jeans and flashy top.

“Sasha! My love! My dearest, sweetest darling!” You stretch your arms wide towards her, Hange jolting forward where you’re connected. “We come in search of snacks.”

Sasha laughs and lazily deposits her bowl on the counter, stepping forward to stabilize you both with a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve come to the right place, my friends.”

She steers you both to sit at the island, wedging you between the only other two people in the kitchen. You vaguely recognize them as soccer players on the university team: a shaggy-haired brunette and a tall blonde. Sasha passes you her dab pen before ambling over to the pantry. You take a hit, then pass it to Hange, who’s looking much better now that she’s sitting down.

“Sash, these your friends?” the blonde asks, peering down at you through red-rimmed hazel eyes. You pluck the pen out of Hange’s limp grasp and offer it to him in greeting, along with a drunk smile. He takes it and grins back.

“Yep,” Sasha confirms with half her body still stuck into the pantry. “It’s the mad scientist one and the architect.”

“Almost architect,” you correct. “Not official until I have my degree! Although, I will agree, Han’s a mad scientist.” You poke her in the side and she swats you away with an eye roll.

“Oh,” the brunette soccer player pipes up from Hange’s other side, now looking at you curiously as well. He’s also high, startling green eyes hooded and posture relaxed. “So you’re Braun’s ex.”

You hide your shudder of distaste by turning back to take a drag off the pen. “Please don’t tell me that’s all I’m known for,” you sigh out with a cloud of smoke.

“Eren, don’t be an ass.” Sasha finally returns with a box of chocolate pretzels and a bag of hot Cheetos. “Pick your poison, hot stuff,” she offers each in turn. You ponder for a second, then reach for the Cheetos. “That’s Eren—” she points to the brunette, who raises a lazy hand “—and that’s Jean—” the blonde reaches for the pretzels. Sasha makes an offended noise and cradles them to her chest.

You introduce both yourself and Hange while Sasha plays defense against Jean’s long reach.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes to you, leaning over Hange to grab some Cheetos. “I heard what he did to you. Really shitty.” His tone is casual, but the way he’s practically pinning you in place with his eyes makes you twitch.

“Puh-lease,” Hange pulls out the word, long and sarcastic. “‘Twas more than shitty, what that douche did. I’d’ve wrung him out to dry, but she didn’t—”

You cut her off with a sharp poke to her side. “Drop it, Han, I don’t wanna think about it.”

“But— ooh!” She’s sufficiently distracted when you shove your food in front of her face.

“Sorry,” Eren apologizes again.

“S’okay,” you sigh and take another drag, then hold the pen out to him in a peace offering. He smiles slowly and takes it.

“You guys staying over? There’s plenty of room in the basement, and friends of Sasha’s are always welcome.” It’s Jean who offers, returning to his seat beside you with a singular pretzel for his trouble.

“Hmm, might be nice,” Hange muses, but you’re already shaking your head.

“Thank you, but my roommate’d probably have a conniption if I wasn’t home in the morning.”

Hange actually snorts at this, then starts coughing violently because of the hot Cheeto dust suddenly up her nose. You pat her back in mild concern.

“What, they got a stick up their ass or something?” Eren asks.

“Or something. Levi’s just protective.”

“Levi?” Eren’s eyes are suddenly wide, almost fearful. “Levi Ackerman?”

“Yeah.” Your tone edges on defensive. “Why?”

He takes a hit and shrugs before answering. “He’s just my foster sister’s cousin. Interesting family.”

“Oh, you mean Mikasa?” You didn’t know exactly how they were related, but she’d helped Levi move in and it had struck you how eerily similar they were in disposition.

“Yeah, Mikasa. She’s around here somewhere…” As though by magic, he turns to look over his shoulder just as Mikasa and another blonde boy you don’t recognize mosey in from the hallway. She’s leaning down to catch his soft words and he’s talking with his hands, stalling as his eyes light on the little group in the kitchen.

“Oh, hey guys,” he greets.

“Armiiiin,” Eren greets with a genuine smile. “Come meet some new friends.”

The pair rounds the kitchen island, Armin allowing Eren to pull him in by the arm and Mikasa going to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Sasha.

“I know you,” Hange pipes up, tilting her head to observe Armin. “You’re in the sophomore biochem class I TA for. Arlert, right?”

Armin ducks his head in a nod. “Yep. Professor LaBelle is a wonder, I had a great time this semester.”

“She is, isn’t she?” Hange’s grin is almost slipping to the dangerous side of intrigued. “I graded your final paper, by the way, and just between us, you set the grade curve.”

He blushes red but his eyes shine with something akin to satisfaction. “Really? That’s a relief, it was a bear to write.”

Eren leans back behind Hange to gesture to you, looking across the kitchen at his foster sister. “Mikasa, this is—”

“—Levi’s roommate,” they say at the same time.

“I know.” Her dark eyes regard you interestedly. “Hi, again,” she greets, saying your name even though she’s maybe heard it once in her life.

“Hi!” You give a small wave.

“What, uh, what,” Jean clears his throat and you look up at him to catch a blush staining across his cheeks and nose. He’s looking at Mikasa. “What’re you guys up to in the basement?”

“We were just going to start a movie, Connie’s setting up the projector,” Mikasa says, eyes flicking from you to Eren. “Wanted to see if you guys wanted to join.”

Jean stands suddenly, his stool rocking from the force of it. “Y-yeah, we’ll join!” Sasha hides a snicker behind her hand.

Eren stands, too, between Armin and Hange, who are still chatting. He looks down at you and says your name like a question. “You coming?”

You find yourself shaking your head again. “I’m so crossed, I think if I even look at a couch I’ll fall asleep. And I, uh,” you yawn, slipping your phone out of a back pocket to check the time. 12:11 AM. “I should be getting home.”

It’s earlier than when you would normally call it quits, but suddenly all you can think about is going home and falling into Levi’s clean, soft-smelling sheets. Plus, it’s the Saturday preceding finals week and tonight was only meant to blow off steam between intense days of studying.

“You stayin’?” You bump Hange with your shoulder, and she looks around at you with wide eyes as though she forgot you were there.

“Hmm?”

“You stayin’ for the movie?”

“We’re watching It: Chapter Two,” Armin supplies, eyes crinkled in excitement.

Hange’s eyes grow impossibly wider behind her glasses and she grabs your elbow a little too hard. “You wouldn’t mind, right? I’ve been meaning to watch it.”

You smile and shake your head. “Wouldn’t mind at all. You stay, I’ll call an Uber.”

The whole group starts migrating in the lazy way drunk and high people do: Mikasa helps Sasha with the snacks; Eren and Jean grab canned drinks from the fridge; Armin and Hange gravitate towards the door, talking fast with words you’ve never heard before. You stay sitting at the island, tapping away at your phone to order a car.

When you stand to find the front door, your high hits you from behind like a fuckin’ baseball bat and you sway dangerously. You whistle through your teeth, low and soft, planting a hand on the counter. Sasha looks over at you in concern, her arms full.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yeah, I just… what is in that dab pen?”

She laughs, head tilting back. “Good shit, right? Got that one new last week.”

“For real…” you trail off, getting your bearings.

“Here,” Mikasa starts, piling even more food into Sasha’s arms, “I’ll walk you out. Levi would skin me if he knew I didn’t make sure your driver’s not an ax murderer.”

Normally, you’d protest, but the room really is starting to spin.

“Okay,” you sigh and allow her to hook your arm through hers. She’s surprisingly solid, and you find yourself leaning heavily into her. “How’re you still sober?”

“I don’t drink or smoke,” she answers, gently pushing past Armin standing in the doorway. “Doesn’t affect me, anyway, so it’d just be a waste of money.”

“Huh,” you grunt, then twist to wave to the group. “Night, everyone.”

A replying chorus of “goodnight” chases you and Mikasa through the dark foyer littered with drunken party-goers.

“Oh, wait,” she pauses with a hand on the doorknob. “Did you bring a jacket?”

“Oh,” you wrinkle your nose and think back to getting ready in the afternoon. It had been unseasonably warm and your coat didn’t match your outfit. “No, I didn’t bring one.”

Mikasa gives you an odd look and deposits you by the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Your body feels light as you lean back, tucking your hands into your armpits so they don’t float away. Your eye catches on movement in the dark shadows by the staircase and you squint, trying to see who’s there. It takes a second, but you eventually make out a pair of people, well… making out. They’re completely absorbed in each other, bodies impossibly close and you giggle quietly to yourself before your stomach rolls. No, don’t think about… too late.

You shut your eyes tight and turn away from the couple to lean sideways against the wall. The image is too similar, too gut-punchingly familiar.

“Didn’t mean what? Didn’t mean to stick your tongue down my best friend’s throat? Didn’t mean to practically fuck your best friend’s girlfriend in public?”

The biting words and stuttered apologies are still rolling around in your head when Mikasa comes back, thick puffer coat in hand. She hands it to you and you mutter a subdued “thanks,” twitching to dislodge the dull pain that’s settled in your ribs.

“It’s Eren’s, but he won’t mind. He doesn’t wear this one a lot, and you can just give it back next time we see you.”

“Right,” you nod, head moving a little too easily as you slip your arms in and fumble with the zipper. The faux fur around the hood tickles your face as Mikasa flips it up over your head. She’s clearly experienced in the art of taking care of intoxicated people.

Outside, you’re grateful you bundled up because the temperature has dropped significantly since the afternoon. Chilly December wind bites at your face and you bury your hands in coat pockets to save them from the same fate. Your fingers brush against something cold and metallic, and before you know it you’re pulling out a fistful of crumby objects: a super plus tampon, the packaging split down the side; two “for her pleasure” condoms; and, inexplicably, a Hot Wheels matchbox car. An ugly snort escapes your nose and Mikasa looks over at you in alarm. You raise up your fist and she chuckles through her nose as well. Squinting in the dim light of a flickering streetlamp, you find the expiration date on the condoms to be several months ago, so you lean over to a convenient trash can and toss both them and the tampon. The matchbox car returns to the pocket. Who knows, maybe Eren’ll miss it if it’s gone.

Mikasa doesn’t look affected by the cold, only winding her red scarf more securely around her neck as you both quietly wait on the sidewalk for your Uber. A quick glance at the app tells you that it’s three minutes away.

“Are you and Levi close?” You find yourself asking into the night sounds of Greek Row on a Saturday night.

You almost think she doesn’t hear you over the sound of a group spilling out of a neighboring sorority, but then she answers.

“Not particularly. We didn’t grow up together and only connected because of Uncle Kenny a couple years ago.” Her tone is light and casual as she talks about her family, as though you should know who Uncle Kenny is. Should I know who Uncle Kenny is?

“Oh,” is all you can think to say.

“We may not be close,” she starts again, eyeing you closely, “but I think we’re very similar. And I can tell he cares a lot about you.”

“Oh. Right.” Your palms are suddenly sweaty in your pockets.

“He may not show it,” her tone is careful, “But he does.”

You smile faintly and kick your boot against the curb. “He does show it, in his own way. He’s been really good to me.” Somehow, it’s easy to talk about this to Mikasa, even when you get all stuttery and weird having an identical conversation with Hange. Maybe it’s the drugs and alcohol, or maybe it’s because there’s not a hint of judgment in Mikasa’s eyes. Either way, it feels good to speak your feelings into the world.

“Good.” She nods and follows your gaze to where you’re still scuffing the curb. “Some unsolicited advice for you: if you ever want anything besides mutual pining to come out of it, you need to be really obvious. Or make the first move outright.”

This makes you stutter and wring your hands, she just puts it so bluntly. “R-right, the first move…. Oh, I think that’s my car.”

“What’s the license plate number we’re looking for?”

You read it out from the app while Mikasa steps to the back of the blue sedan that just pulled up. She nods, confirming it’s the same, then circles to the driver’s side window, which is cracked open.

“Hi,” you greet the driver, a blonde woman in her late twenties, and confirm her name matches the one in the app before sliding into the back seat. Mikasa leans down to murmur something to her and she nods, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror.

“G’night, Mikasa,” you call out the window. “Thanks for everything. And tell Eren thanks for the jacket.”

She waves as the car pulls away. You settle into the quiet hum of the car and let your mind wander.

Mutual pining. Make the first move outright….

—

“Mikasa texted me,” Levi says by way of greeting as you stumble out of the car and thank your driver. He’s leaning on a lamp post outside your apartment building when your Uber pulls up, jacket and boots pulled on over flannel pajamas.

“Levi, stand ominously on the sidewalk often?” you ask, dragging out his name long and sing-song.

“Only for you, kid.” He loops an arm around your waist and steers you towards the entryway

“Not a kid,” you grumble, masking the stutter of your heart at his usual pet name for you. Somewhere in the last couple of weeks, it’s gained a weightier significance, at least to you. It’s endearing and a little distancing and charged all at once and it makes your head spin as you climb the stairs up to your floor.

At your door, Levi unlocks it while you drift slowly in a circle next to him, trying to expend the sudden nervous energy you’ve gained in his presence.

The first move, first move, first move… Mutual pining. Mutual.

“What are you muttering about?”

You hadn’t realized you were thinking out loud.

“Nothing,” you say quickly and pass through the door he’s holding open for you. Your momentum carries you farther than you mean to go, and he catches you by the elbow, reeling you back to the coat rack by the door.

“Whose jacket is that?” He shrugs off his own and eyes the faux fur around your face skeptically.

You fumble with the zipper for a second before he sighs and reaches for it himself, stepping into your space. His face is so close to yours you can feel his breath ghosting over your collarbone as he unzips the jacket.

“Eren’s,” you finally answer. “Look.” You pull the matchbox car out of its pocket and show it to Levi with a wide grin. He stares at it for a second, then the tiniest smile twitches onto his lips.

“He’s a weird kid.” It’s almost fond, with an undertone of exasperation.

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he’s in the art department, too. Graphic design major, marketing minor. I TAed his freshman seminar last year.” Levi slips the coat off your shoulders as he speaks, then hangs it by the loop next to his.

“Ah, that makes sense,” you muse, wandering farther into the apartment. “He looked terrified when I mentioned you. What’d you do to those poor freshmen?”

“Nothing they didn’t deserve.”

“...ominous,” you hiss, your eyes wide as you let him gently push you into your room. The nervous energy hasn’t quite been expended, and you find your hands wringing with it. Suddenly, you’re rambling about your night as he sits you down on your bed among the laundry that’s taken residence there in its disuse. The stupid song they played at the first frat; Sasha’s excellent food; the blue mystery shot.

“It tasted like turquoise, I swear, Levi! It was like magic!” Your eyes are wide, insistent as you lean forward into his space.

“How does something taste like turquoise?” He ducks his head to avoid your face, fingers untying the knotted laces of your boots.

“You’re the artist, you tell me.”

“I don’t eat my paint.”

“Not even once? Not gonna lie, your paint looks very tasty, sometimes…”

“Are you always this annoying when you’re high?” He tugs the second boot off your foot as you let yourself fall back onto your bed.

“Come on, you love me,” you crow to the ceiling. Mutual pining.

Levi mutters something under his breath.

“What?”

“Nothing. Where do you keep your pajamas?” He stands and looks around your room.

“Middle drawer, left side,” you direct, lazily motioning to your dresser with an arm. Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to Levi pick his way across the floor and slide the drawer open.

Normally, you can get yourself in bed after a night out just fine. Normally, you slip into the apartment making as little noise as possible, and fall into bed without Levi even waking up. But it feels nice to have his steady hands on you when it feels like your organs might start floating apart at any second. It’s anchoring and reassuring and you can feel the safety of being near him lulling you into a doze.

Come on, you love me.

You shoot up to sitting, mind whirling and chest tight. “L-Levi?”

“What.”

“D-do…” Do you love me? “Do you think I’m pretty?” It feels petty in your mouth and you immediately regret the words, but it would be worse to try and take them back, so you just bite your lip and look down at the floor.

A hand plops onto the top of your head. Levi’s gray eyes meet yours, soft with something you can’t describe, when he tilts your head up. He’s quiet for a moment, then reaches his other hand to thumb your bottom lip out from between your teeth.

“I think you’re very pretty.”

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phantom-curve · 3 years

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44 for willex and au of your choice! If you’re still taking prompts

Oop this prompt invaded my brain and ran off into the sunset. I definitely didn’t mean for it to get as long as it did, but here we are! From the gimme a chance AU, I give you 3 times Willie sat on Alex’s lap +1 time Alex sat on Willie’s (these span the time between all the other one-shots I wrote for Willex in this universe!)

#44: sitting on the other’s lap (Rated a heavy T for some adult themes and language. Also available on ao3!)

Willie hardly ever thought about it anymore. When they were out in public, when they were at the studio with Luke and Reggie for band practice, when they were just hanging around one of their apartments, he never really thought about them in terms of dating. He kind of more thought about them in terms of forever. Not that he was rushing anything, but more that there was a kind of aura around Alex, a kind of energy, that had a way of sinking into Willie’s very bones and saying hey, I’m gonna stick around for the rest of your life that made him think in terms of absolutes. Alex was an absolute. Willie was totally a-okay with that.

The thing that bothered him though, was the fact that Alex didn’t seem to get it.

He still waited for Willie to offer his hand to hold. He didn’t kiss him unless Willie made it painfully obvious that he was okay with that. He hadn’t even managed to get him to spend the night yet because Alex always came up with a reason to go home before Willie could even try to extend the invitation.

And it wasn’t that Alex wasn’t into him. He was. He so totally was. Willie knew that. But it was like he was afraid to own up to it. Which Willie could kind of understand. They had talked about their families and while Willie was lucky to be fully accepted for who he was at home, Alex’s parents were a different story.

They weren’t outright cruel, they had still provided the necessities in the form of food, water, and shelter while Alex had been living at home, but they didn’t love any more. They didn’t talk, they didn’t help, they just ghosted along as if they had never been a part of Alex’s life in the first place. It seemed worse than outright hatred, but Alex claimed it was better than nothing. After all, it had meant that they didn’t ask where he had been or where he was going or when he would be home, which had kinda been a dream as a high schooler. Other kids had wished they had that kind of freedom, Alex told him. Not worth complaining about. It had basically been like having roommates, which was great practice for when he moved out and actually had roommates, Alex said, and Willie pretended all of that was normal because he could tell Alex wanted it to be. They didn’t talk about how now that Alex was living on his own his parents had completely dropped all communication with him. Willie just made a note of it and decided he would make up for all that affection Alex had been missing out on.

So, Willie carried on the way he was used to when it came to being interested in someone and in a relationship with them. He complimented Alex, gave him cute little nicknames, and generally tried to see how often he could manage to make the other boy blush. One of the most successful tactics he had found was sitting in Alex’s lap, especially when he least expected it.

Like right now, in the middle of a Sunset Curve practice.

Luke had been getting frustrated with part of the melody of a new song or something, and Reggie had finally told him to just jam it out until he found the notes he was looking for, and Alex had paused his drumming, tucking his sticks into one hand, and reaching down with the other to grab the large water bottle he kept at his feet when he played. He watched the way the light caught on Alex’s hair as he flicked it off his face, turning the blonde strands into spun gold. Found himself mesmerized by the lines of Alex’s jaw and neck as he tipped his head back to rehydrate. His feet moved on their own, pulling him over to his boyfriend’s side like Alex was a magnet and Willie was made of metal.

Alex quirked a brow at him as he lowered the water bottle, but Willie didn’t say anything. Just grinned and plopped himself down right on Alex’s lap, even though he knew the stool was only meant to hold one person’s weight and Alex had grumbled more than once over Luke and Reggie messing with it. Alex didn’t grumble at him though. Especially not when he looped his arms around the other boy’s neck and leaned forward to place a kiss against his temple. Alex’s cheeks blushed Willie’s favorite shade of pink, the one that almost matched the hoodie he always wore.

“You looked a little lonely over here. Thought I’d come say hi.”

“Hi.”

Alex’s lips parted as he breathed out the word, his eyes softening the way they did every time Willie looked into them for a beat too long. Willie felt his smile widen. He inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of sweaty band boys and fresh linen and Alex’s honey vanilla shampoo. Alex started to slip his own arms around Willie’s waist, his head tilted up as his gaze fell to his lips. And then an extra loud guitar chord rang out through the amps and Alex jumped, nearly dumping Willie on the ground.

“Alright, lovebirds, enough! I figured out what was wrong with the chord progression. I just gotta switch it from a G chord to a...”

Willie tuned out, never fully able to follow along when Luke got going on a musical tangent. Instead, he pressed one quick kiss to Alex’s lips and stood, slipping out from behind the kit to return to his original position on the couch set up across from where the boys stood to play. Alex watched him with a soft smile and starry eyes before giving his head a quick shake and refocusing on Luke, cheeks still tinged that pale pink that made Willie’s heart soar. Willie tucked the memory away with all his other favorite Alex moments and watched the band get back to it, head bobbing along as he watched his boyfriend shine. And if he made sure to keep his gaze firmly focused on Alex, winking every now and then just so he could see that blush creep back in, well no one else had to know about that but him.

Surprisingly, the hardest part of dating a guy like Alex, a guy who was beautiful and effortlessly sexy and regularly doing something that gave literally anybody a free pass to ogle him for as long as his band was up on stage, was the fact that his boyfriend seemed to have no fucking clue just how attractive he was. And he was also shockingly bad at knowing when someone was hitting on him. Willie was pretty sure if he hadn’t asked Alex on a date after running him over, the guy would have never made a move. And that was afterWillie spent 20 minutes openly flirting with him and dropping ten-ton hints as he helped him clean up and bandage his wounds. It was simultaneously adorable and exhausting, because it meant that sometimes Willie had to watch people chat up his boyfriend while Alex awkwardly bumbled his way through what he assumed was a friendly conversation.

Willie, as a rule, did not get jealous. Jealousy was for people who had trust issues, and Willie trusted Alex more than he had ever trusted a single other person before. So, he wasn’t jealous, per se, as he made his way through the crowd, eyes locked on the back of the guy casually leaning over where Alex was sitting alone in a booth against the wall. He was actually a bit concerned because Alex looked uncomfortable, and he hadn’t thought to tell him that he was gonna make it to the show tonight, which had seemed like a romantic idea at the time but obviously wasn’t because Alex was drumming one of his hands against his thighs and tapping his fingers against the back of his phone on the table in front of him with the other.

He was probably waiting for Willie to call him, because that was something Willie had been doing now that he had gone pro and started traveling for competitions on the weekend instead of showing up at Ebbie’s to cheer on the band from the front row. He had been a little late to snag a front row spot this weekend, barely making it for the last couple of songs in the set. But he had made it, because the competition had ended up getting rained out and Willie had braved the hours of Saturday evening traffic back to LA so that he could see his boyfriend in person instead of through a phone screen.

His boyfriend who was now being hit on by a complete stranger in a crowded bar where Luke and Reggie were nowhere to be found. Willie frowned slightly as he watched Alex draw back into the booth a bit more, both hands picking up speed as they continued to mindlessly tap out a rhythm. No, Willie wasn’t jealous. He was mad that this dude wasn’t picking up on Alex’s cues and backing off. So, now that he was only a few steps away, he skipped forward and made his presence known.

“Hey Hotdog, you looked pretty good up there tonight.”

Alex’s face lit up like the 4th of July, his green gaze skipping past the guy invading his space and latching onto Willie like he was seeing the sun for the first time. Willie felt his lips curve into a soft smile. The unknown guy straightened a bit, eyes skipping back and forth between Alex and Willie, brow furrowed. Willie didn’t have the capacity to help the dude connect the dots, because all he could focus on was Alex and how fast his expression had changed upon hearing Willie’s voice.

“Willie.”

Alex’s tone was quiet and awed, like he had conjured Willie up out of thin air. His hands stilled, and Willie couldn’t resist anymore. He slipped past the stranger who was finally starting to back up and step away, hands raised slightly as if to say sorry, bro, didn’t know you had a boyfriend, and wormed his way into the booth, settling himself on Alex’s lap. Alex leaned forward, his head falling to rest in the crook of Willie’s neck, breath stuttering out and sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin.

“I didn’t think you were coming tonight.”

“Comp got cancelled. And I missed you.”

Willie dropped a kiss on the top of Alex’s blonde head, breathing in the distinct honey-vanilla-laundry scent that always got a bit more intense after a show. Alex’s cheeks warmed, Willie delighting in the fact that he could actually feel the blush against his own skin, and his lips moved against the hollow of Willie’s throat.

“I always miss you.”

The words were tempered with gentle kisses and Willie thought he might melt into the floor right there on the spot. He didn’t censor his next words, let the longing bleed through so Alex understood just how badly he wanted to be with him.

“Come home with me tonight then. I think six months of dating is long enough to move into sleepover territory.”

Alex’s arms squeezed around his waist for a brief second, Willie biting his tongue as he listened to Alex’s breath hitch and then pick up a bit faster than before. He pulled his head out of Willie’s neck, mouth open to answer, when the other two-thirds of Sunset Curve suddenly arrived at the table in their typical whirlwind fashion. They called out happy greetings as they clocked Willie’s arrival, slipping into the other side of the booth. Willie smiled and tried to focus on what they were saying so he could beat back the disappointment of not getting an answer. He only startled slightly when Alex’s lips were suddenly at his ear.

“Six months of dating is definitely long enough. Take me home, pretty boy.”

And Willie felt his own cheeks heat, prayed that Luke and Reggie wouldn’t spot the change in the low light as he settled himself further into Alex’s embrace. He kept himself occupied with linking his fingers through Alex’s where they still wrapped around his waist and tried not to think too much about finally getting to sleep next to the guy he was falling more in love with every day as he counted down the minutes to bar close.

He wasn’t even surprised when he woke up in the morning and realized a feeling of homecoming had settled fully and deeply into his heart and soul. At some point in the last six months home and Alex had become synonymous anyway.

The worst part about getting in a car accident and breaking his leg in three places was the fact that Willie couldn’t skate for several months while he recovered and went through physical therapy and all the other bullshit necessary to make sure he was strong enough to compete at a similar level as before. His sponsors had been understanding and Willie was able to do little things here and there to fulfill his contracts, so he wasn’t too worried about any of that for the time being. Mostly he was just bored and fidgety. But it was okay, because the best part about getting in car accident and breaking his leg in three places was having Alex as his caretaker while he recovered.

Alex, who had shown up at the hospital when Willie was still groggy from surgery and climbed into bed with him and kissed his bruises and told him he loved him. Alex, who had come back to the hospital every chance he got for the week Willie was stuck there post-op. Alex, who had practically moved into Willie’s apartment once he was sent home, even though they had both agreed they weren’t ready to live together yet, because Willie needed someone to help him get to and from the bathroom and shower and Alex was obviously his first choice despite the fact that Willie had three capable roommates who had offered to help.

Alex was the best part about his recovery, hands down. Except for the fact that he seemed to think Willie was made of glass now.

They were supposed to be having a movie night at the Sunset Curve apartment. Willie had gotten his cast off and been switched to a walking boot earlier that day, and he had told Alex he would come by after he left the hospital because he needed a break from the same four walls of his bedroom. Luke and Reggie had sent a text that they were picking up a pizza and drinks, so Willie had hoped for maybe a little bit of make-out action on the couch before they got back. Instead, Alex had fretted and fluttered about, forcing Willie to lay down on the couch with his leg elevated while Alex plumped his pillows and asked him a million times if he was feeling okay. Willie had been about ready to tackle Alex just to get him to shut up, still healing leg be damned, when Luke and Reggie came back.

Then it had been an argument over what to watch with Reggie insisting they hadn’t watched Star Wars recently even though they definitely had, and by the time the yellow words were rolling across the screen Willie realized Alex had opted for the floor next to the couch instead of the actual couch itself. He had his arm stretched out along Willie’s hip, but it wasn’t nearly enough contact. So, Willie swung his legs over the edge of the couch and stood, before unceremoniously dropping himself down directly in Alex’s lap. Alex let out an indignant huff, rolling his eyes as Reggie turned to shush him.

“Willie, what the hell? Get back on the couch, you need to rest your leg.”

Willie rolled his own eyes, snuggling further into Alex’s chest, winding his arms around the back of his neck to play with the blonde hair that was a bit overgrown at the back.

“No, I need to cuddle with my boyfriend. You keep acting like you’re gonna hurt me if you touch me and its honestly pretty rude. I’m not that breakable.”

Alex made sound of protest in the back of his throat, his hands waving around and above Willie’s booted leg.

“Obviously you are very breakable!”

“Yeah, in a fight with a car,” Willie snorted, sighing and refusing to budge even an inch. “You could never hurt me. C’mon, baby, please?”

Alex flushed from head to toe. Willie didn’t usually break out the softer pet names unless they were alone because they kind of made Alex blue screen, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Willie pressed a kiss against Alex’s throbbing pulse as well, in for a penny, in for a pound and all that.

“Guys,” Reggie whined, “can you like...take it to the bedroom or shut up? Some of us are trying to watch the Empire strike back here.”

And Alex, sweet, beautiful, perfect Alex, scooped Willie up like he weighed nothing at all, cheeks still pink and eyes unfocused in a way that told Willie his mind had taken a nosedive into the gutter. He couldn’t help but laugh, clinging on so that he wasn’t complete deadweight in Alex’s very capable arms.

“Dude, seriously?” He heard Luke call out, but the sound was muffled quickly behind Alex’s bedroom door as it closed, the lock clicking into place.

“That wasn’t fair.”

Alex’s tone didn’t match his words, his voice going breathless as he snuggled both of them into the bed, his hands sneaking under the hem of Willie’s crop top to skim along his ribs.

“All’s fair in love and war, babe.”

Willie let Alex swallow the sound of his laugh, lips meeting for the much-anticipated make-out session he had been hoping for earlier. Movie night was forgotten. By the time the sun was rising, Willie was pretty sure he had convinced Alex exactly how not breakable he was.

Alex wasn’t usually the one to initiate physical contact. Willie was completely at ease handing out kisses and hugs and linking their fingers together whenever it suited him, but Alex wasn’t quite as uninhibited. He had gotten better over the last year or so of dating, but he still wasn’t quite as casual with it. It was easier when they were alone, Willie’s lingering glances and complimentary words making him feel bold and confident.

It was kind of a running joke between them, the fact that Alex had initiated their first kiss so suddenly only to then spend the rest of their relationship holding himself back a bit. And even though Willie never meant it as more than a tease, Alex had been genuinely trying to change that about himself. He had started therapy and he was doing the work to unpack all of the ways his parents had fucked him up over the years. He was learning and growing, and not just for Willie, but for himself. It was nice.

Okay, it was really fucking hard and stressful. But it was also kind of working. Alex had found himself feeling a lot less anxious, especially when Willie was out of town competing and Alex had flashbacks to the car accident and other minor injuries Willie had sustained while on the road. He had learned some new coping mechanisms, and he had started to be a bit freer with his own physical affection. Which definitely had some very nice side effects.

Side effects like finally being the one to make Willie blush and blank out for once.

It shouldn’t have been a big deal. They had been dating for over a year, they regularly spent the night together, they were fully committed to each other. They had sex for Christ’s sake, so nothing should have felt like too much intimacy wise. And it didn’t. Until they were at some BBQ for one of Willie’s skater friends and Alex started to feel a bit overwhelmed, but instead of taking himself into the bathroom to have a quiet moment and pull it together, he found Willie, sitting next to a fire pit with a beer in hand. He didn’t even think twice before dropping into his lap and snatching the can from Willie’s grasp to steal a sip.

The contact was instantly comforting, and Alex suddenly realized that must be why Willie was constantly crawling into his own lap. It felt cozy and safe in his boyfriend’s arms, every part of him warm and close enough for Alex to inhale the scent of coconut shampoo mixed with cherry Chapstick. It was only when he went to return the beer can to Willie that he realized he had kind of frozen. For one second, Alex let himself panic that he had gone too far, done something wrong that would end up ruining everything, and then he realized Willie was breathing a lot faster than normal, one of his hands finding purchase against Alex’s waist and squeezing. The conversation carried on around them, but time seemed to stand still within their own personal little bubble.

“Alex, you cannot just do that and expect me not to want you six ways to Sunday now.”

Willie’s breath was hot against Alex’s neck, his words coming out fast and furious like he had to say them all now before he couldn’t speak at all. Alex felt his cheeks warm as he turned his head slightly to meet Willie’s eyes. His pupils were wide, cheeks the kind of ruddy dark brown that Alex had learned meant he was definitely blushing too. The fingers on the hand that was clenched around Alex’s hip danced across the thin strip of skin between his pants and his shirt, drawing a series of patterns across Alex’s side that made him shiver. Willie groaned beneath him, the sound breathless and just loud enough for Alex to hear. He smirked, wiggling a little like he was trying to get more comfortable.

“Lex, I swear to God I will make out with you so hard right in front of all these people. It won’t bother me. You gotta stop it unless you’re willing to risk that.”

Alex kinda wanted to risk it. Knowing he made Willie feel that out of control was a huge rush. God, he really should have taken advantage of all this physical stuff a lot earlier, huh?

“You wanna make out with me here, or you wanna make out with me back at your apartment?”

Alex kept his voice hushed, dipping his head so his lips were right next to Willie’s ear. Willie shuddered beneath him and then downed his beer in one long swallow. He nudged Alex to standing, following him but not moving out from his spot slightly behind him as his hand fit itself more snuggly into place along Alex’s waist.

“Gents,” he addressed the other skaters scattered around the fire with a two fingered salute, “Lex and I gotta get going. Got some plans to take care of.”

Alex tried not to snort and blush at the obvious undertone to Willie’s words. The rest of the group had no such qualms, hooting and hollering as Willie practically dragged Alex out of the back yard, hand raising to give them a middle finger when Alex heard Max call out get you some, Stewart! Alex laughed, stepping up close behind Willie as they came around to the front of the house, voice dipping low in a tease.

“Jeez, Wils, who knew sitting in your lap would do it for you?”

Willie turned without warning, catching Alex before he could trip into him and surging forward to connect their lips in a kiss that featured a bit more teeth than usual.

“You do it for me, Alex. It’s all you, all the time. God, I fucking love you.”

Alex didn’t get a chance to respond before Willie was pulling away and ushering Alex into his car. He linked their hands together on the console between the seats, and Alex didn’t even complain once about his speeding. He was too busy thinking up all the other things he could do to make Willie lose it in public like that again. He had a lot of time to make up for, and the rest of their lives to do so.

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EVER SINCE NEW YORK II | MATTHEW GRAY GUBLER

Description: Description: I was messaged saying: “If you don’t write a young Matthew enemies to lovers fic featuring an obsession with sucking on boobs then what’s the point 😔.” So, here it is, folks! The ultimate College!Matthew fic.

PART 2! Read Part 1 here.

Soundtrack:

Maps - Maroon 5.

Me & Ur Ghost - Blackbear.

Keep You Close - Frenship.

Word Count: 3,341.

Rating: M.

Warning/Includes: Sexual intercourse, substance use, a bit of angst.

Fall, Sophomore Year.

Tisch School of the Arts,

New York University.

New York City.

“Okay, you know what?” You scoffed, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I give up. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Claire laughed from behind you, “You alright over there?”

“No,” you grumbled. You pressed down on the black frame, using all your might to make the command strip stick to the wall. Yet, when you stepped back, it would pop off of the surface, and your ballet poster was lopsided. It’d been a vicious cycle for 10 minutes. “This goddamn command strip won’t stick. What the fuck?”

“Okay, grumpy, step away from the poster,” Claire ordered, grabbing onto your shoulders and escorting you to the center of the room. “The room looks great, [y/n], why are you so stressed?”

“I am not stressed. I am frustrated, and those damn command strips aren’t cheap. I’m pissed.”

“Okay, staples queen, tell you what,” she sighed. “I will go buy you a pack of command strips and personally mount the poster myself, okay?”

You looked up at Claire, giving her a soft smile. “Did I win the roommate lottery or what?”

“Yeah, but better not say stuff like that too much. People are gonna start thinking we’re a different type of roommates.”

You laughed, and shook your head at her.

“[y/n], what’s up?” Claire asked. “You’ve been moody as fuck ever since we moved back in for the semester. Classes haven’t even started yet and you’re moping around. What’s going on?”

Well, Claire, you thought. I’m glad you asked. I’m glad you brought it up, because I’ve been dying to talk about it for a while. You see, I fucked my mortal enemy, and it was so good that I did it a second time. And no, I’m not talking about my cinematography professor, I’m talking about Matthew. Gubler. I fucked Matthew Gubler. Yes, I know. Hell has frozen over. Because I hated him. I hate him. I think he’s awful. Especially since he thinks it’s okay to fuck someone, ignore their existence, fuck them again, ignore their existence, and then leave them with a vague ass note? 505. 505! I’ve looked up every possible meaning of 505 that there is. The song, urban dictionary, numerology. And I can’t figure the shit out. And it doesn’t help that Matthew didn’t say a word to me over summer break. I’m just lost and confused and I know you would understand and you would know what to do.

But it’s Matthew.

And I can’t tell anyone. Especially you.

“Last semester was a royal disaster,” you sighed. “I just don’t wanna overwhelm myself again. Y’know with class, and shows, and parties. I wanna do right this semester, but it’s a little stressful. So, I’m a little stressed.”

Claire looked at you for a long time, eyebrows lowered and her eyes scanning your face. She had a gut feeling that you were lying, but didn’t wanna be a bitch. So she bit her tongue.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” she smiled.

Classes started that following Monday. Your first lecture was at 10 o’clock. And you woke up at 10:15. Having showered the night before, you brushed your teeth, put on your outfit and fixed your hair all in ten minutes and hiked it across campus in 4 minutes. You rushed up to the classroom door, and entered the lecture very calmly. People were scattered about in the auditorium, some towards the sides, a lot front and center. But only one person sitting in the very back row.

Matthew.

Too occupied with explaining yourself to your professor, you didn’t notice Matthew until a few minutes after entering. You refused to make eye contact with him, nervously staring at your feet as you walked over to him. And took a seat at his side.

“Hey.”

Those were the only words spoken for an hour and fifteen minutes. However, within 10 minutes of seeing you again, Matthew began to rub your thigh. His fingers grazed the top of your leg, slowly but surely making their way to your inner thigh. You held your breath, staring up at the professor the whole time and pretending to take notes.

When Matthew’s fingers pressed against your clit, you almost gasped. But you kept your mouth shut, stifling the sound. He smirked to himself, only glancing at you when you were too shaken up to notice. You propped up the screen of your laptop, hiding your face behind it so you could let out quiet moans. You were so sensitive, and very glad that you wore a skirt to class.

Matthew’s fingers slid your panties to the side and made skin to skin contact with your clit, applying pressure as he rubbed you. You exhaled for a long time, swear words wanting to fly out of your mouth instead. The professor’s words drowned out a long time ago, and at this point you didn’t care. You just needed to come.

Matthew remembered the way you liked to be touched, he had to. Because he was able to bring you to the edge so quickly, it was insane. You clenched your thighs around his wrist to signal your nearing release, and he grinned.

You rested your head on the keyboard of your laptop, hiding from everyone as you came. Your jaw dropped, and you had to stop yourself from groaning too loudly. Matthew removed his hand from under your skirt. He sucked on the tips of his fingers, just to get the taste of you on his tongue. Then, with only 2 minutes left in class, he packed up his stuff and walked out.

You should’ve dropped the class. At the very least, sat somewhere else. But you didn’t. You stayed in that course. With Matthew. In the back row. And wore skirts every other day for a month. Some days he would repeat the action, and some days he wouldn’t. It was like he could tell how desperate you were each time. And if you were really desperate, he simply didn’t touch you. It sucked, but it kept you on your toes.

He missed class one day, and to cope, you had a dream about him that night. You imagined him using his mouth on you, in an empty lecture hall, bending you over the desk, making you come. When you woke up, you were in a cold sweat. You couldn’t believe you were having thoughts like this about Matthew Gubler. But you were.

You hopped out of bed, put on your slippers, and left the room to go to the vending machines. Holding a soda and some candy, you walked back to your dorm room silently. Alerted by the sound of footsteps, you turned your head down the hall to see Claire walking out of someone’s room. She noticed you and rushed up to you with a big smile.

“Hey!” She beamed. “What are you doing up?”

“Oh, uh, I couldn’t sleep. Where you been?”

She sighed happily, “I’ve been doing adult things, [y/n], I cannot lie.” She wrapped her arm around your shoulder as you both walked to your room. “I’m in love, kid. It’s crazy.”

“You’re in love? With who?”

“Ah, that will soon be revealed, my dear [y/n].”

That weekend, you two invited everyone to come hang out at your dorm. Someone was able to swipe some liquor, and it was a party. A handful of people, getting a little tipsy, music in the background. Claire insisted Matthew be invited, but you weren’t expecting him to show up. But of course, he did. Because he’s a nuisance.

He laid down on Claire’s bed and she sat beside him, the two of them quickly joining the conversation at hand. You tried not to look like a kicked puppy, tried not to pout, to sulk, to watch. But inch by inch, second by second, Claire moved closer to Matthew, until by the end of the night, her head was on his chest.

That Monday, you sat in the front of the class.

And every class after that for the next month.

Missing your daily release, you became cranky and nasty and moody. You didn’t mean to, but that’s how it happened. To help you get over the nagging feeling, you went out one Saturday night. A group of friends dragged you along to a dorm party in the next building over. You used it as an excuse to dress up, ignore your homework and get some fresh air. In a tight purple dress, you walked into the booming dorm. It was packed, smelled like booze and filled with heat.

A cup of vodka in your hand, it wasn’t until about two hours in that you realized you didn’t want to party. You sat on the couch the whole time, fiddling with your hands and the hem of your dress. You’d drank an entire solo cup of alcohol by then, and you were starting to get tired. Your friends had gotten lost a long time ago, and you knew it was fruitless to look for them. So, you picked yourself up and started to head for the exit.

“[y/n]!”

You turned around to see a guy walking towards you. Jonathan. “Hey, John, what the hell is going on?” You asked, noticing him supporting another guy on his shoulder. His friend was a drunken, sloppy mess, and could barely stand.

“Our boy Steve here had a little too much to drink,” John replied. “I’m taking him back to his room. You going back to your place?”

You nodded, “Yeah. I am.”

“Okay, do you mind helping me with him? Please? I’ll give you a dollar.”

You laughed, shook your head and put your arm around Steve’s waist. “Ooh, a dollar! Sounds exciting.”

It was cold, and you shivered on the way back to your dorm building. Steve only lived down the hall from you, so helping wasn’t too far out of the way for you. John used Steve’s key to let the three of you into Steve’s suite, guiding both of you to Steve’s room.

You both worked together to lay Steve down on his mattress. You covered him with his blanket.

“You’re a lifesaver,” John told you. “We both are actually.”

“Maybe we should start a business. We escort drunk people home for a small fee of $100.”

He laughed, “I’m in as long as you dress like that every time.”

You blushed, and ducked your head down to hide it.

“What’s going on in here?” A voice called to you two.

You looked up at the threshold to see Matthew standing there, looking sleepy, disheveled, shirtless, and beautiful.

“Hey, Gube,” John greeted. “[y/n] and I were just dropping Steve off. Kid couldn’t hold his liquor.”

Matthew scoffed, “You could’ve left him there. Let him get dicks drawn on his face.”

“Well, aren’t you full of love?” John laughed. “No, seriously, I’ve gotta text Lindsey and let her know I’m staying in for tonight.” He padded at his pocket, followed by a loud groan, “Fuck, I left my phone at the party. Fuck me.”

“That’s a higher power trying to tell you that you need to stay out longer,” Matthew said.

John smirked at him, “You’re right. Wonderful insight, Gubler.”

John walked out of the door, heading for the exit, and you followed him, avoiding eye contact with Matthew. As the two of you approached the front door, you froze. John exited the suite, not noticing that he was leaving you behind. And you would’ve moved if you had the power.

Hanging on the door of the suite was the room number: 505.

Your breath caught in your throat. 505. The room number. The room number of the suite you saw Claire leaving that day. 505.

“What took you so long?” Matthew asked, standing behind you.

You released your breath, goosebumps crawling on your skin as you felt him get closer to you. Your heart raced, your body trembled. You had a physical response to being near this boy. It was intense.

“I’m not doing this, Matthew,” you whispered.

“Doing what? We’re just talking.”

You turned around to face him, suddenly very angry, “No! You know what I’m talking about! You know what I’m talking about! And it’s gone on for long enough, Matthew. I’m out!” You kept your voice quiet, but still aggressive. You turned to exit the dorm, but he grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into him.

“Listen, Princess Peach,” he said.

“Fuck you—“

“Listen. I don’t know what your deal is, but I do know that I miss you—“

“You’re full of shit. You just wanna fuck.”

“That’s what I said. I miss you. I mean, for such a short person, your pussy packs a punch.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Face it,” he murmured. “You may hate me, but your pussy doesn’t.”

Your body melted into his at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hands running down your body, landing on your thigh. “Just admit it. Or tell me to stop.” His fingers trailed under your dress, the tips grazing you through your panties. Your head rolled back at the gentle touch and he took that as an invitation to kiss your neck.

“Cmon, shortcake, tell me to stop,” he mumbled. “Tell me to stop.”

You responded by wrapping your hands around his throat, using all your strength to push him out the living room couch. He chuckled under his breath, stumbling back onto the cushion and pulling you into his lap.

“Oh, you gonna choke me?” He asked, his voice coming out strained. “Okay, princess, you hate me so much? You can’t stand me?” He pushed his pants down to reveal his erection. “Fuck me like it then.”

You crashed your lips onto his and pushed him back onto the couch, reaching down to grab his cock. You pulled your panties to the side and teased him against your core, moaning as his tip rubbed against your clit. You sank down onto his dick, feet pressed into the couch, hands holding his neck.

He stared up at you as you fucked him — fast and careless. Swear words fell off of his lips uncontrollably, his hands pawing at your breast. Your boobs fit perfectly in his palm and he was obsessed. He had to bite down on his bottom lip to stay quiet, grunting into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” he panted. “Wait, wait.”

You leaned in and kissed him roughly, grinding your hips against his. You made sure to stay silent, giving no indication that you were experiencing so much pleasure.

“H-hey — shit, fuck,” he groaned. “Wait.”

Matthew placed his hands on your ass, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing up as you rode him into the wall. “Oh, fuck!” He exclaimed, and lifted you off of his cock. Quickly, just in time for him to release all over his stomach. He panted, he quivered, he mumbled soft, dirty words. Whispered something about you.

As pretty a sight as it was, you refused to sit there and stare. So, you stood up, pulled the hem of your dress down. And this time, you left. Not a word said. Nothing.

Matthew followed you on instagram that night. You didn’t accept the request for a week, and when you did, you didn’t follow him back. He tried to add you on snapchat, but you declined it. You continued to sit far away from him in class, giving him no access. He brought you a drink at a party once and you asked for water instead. When he returned with the water, you had already left.

He had met his match. You dominated him, successfully, fearlessly, and without even trying. He wanted more. But you liked to watch him so squirm, so you didn’t give in.

Christmas break rolled around, and instead of focusing on the actual holiday, you and your friends planned your first spring break vacation. A group of you would head to South Beach for the week, and stay at a relative’s beach house.

You sat on your bed, trying to map out the cost of the trip. “So it’s me, you, the four of them...Claire, are you listening to me?”

“Is this a good Christmas gift for Matthew?”

You turned your head to her quickly, “Huh?”

“This,” she held up the book - The Magic Encyclopedia. “You think Matthew will like it?”

“Claire,” you sighed. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“What are you doing simping over this boy? Buying him gifts? This isn’t you, Claire.”

“Leave me alone, [y/n], okay? We’re just friends. And he told me he bought me a gift so I got him one. Jeez, do you have to hate him so much?” She pouted, dropping the book into a gift bag.

“Um, actually, yeah I do,” you nodded. “He’s a dick.”

A knock rang at the door, and as Claire hopped up, she pointed her finger at you, “That’s him. Do not pick a fight.”

You rolled your eyes and went back to planning. Matthew stepped into the room, carrying a bag in one hand. He used his other hand to cup Claire’s face and give her a small kiss on the cheek. “Santa Claus is here!” He exclaimed.

“Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Claire pleaded, reaching for the gift bag.

“Wow, Claire, I’m hurt. You’re so materialistic.” He chuckled.

“Oh, please, Gube,” she scoffed. “Give me my gift.”

“Okay,” he reached into the bag and pulled out a small box, wrapped into festive paper. “I got this for you, Claire,” he handed her the box. “And I even got something for your roommate here.”

You picked your head up, face ridden with confusion. Matthew licked his lips as he held the gift out to you, “I saw it and I couldn’t help myself. Merry Christmas, short stack.”

“Aw, Gube!” Claire squealed. Matthew let her tuck herself under his arm and hug him. “You’re so sweet.”

You stared at the tiny box in your hands, feeling it’s weight. “Thanks...” you whispered.

“Here, open what I got you,” Claired ordered Matthew, stepping over to her bed and grabbing the gift bag. She handed it to him with a wide smile, and giggled as he reached inside.

“Wow!” He cheered, holding the book in his hand. “Holy shit, Claire. This is incredible, thank you!”

“I knew how much you wanted that book so I remembered to get it,” she said. “So, I hope your gift for me is as impressive.”

“It is.”

As the two of them spoke, you opened up your own gift, quietly, hiding it behind your pillow. Claire unwrapped Matthew’s gift, and squealed. “Shut up! Where did you find this film?”

“Amazon!” he replied. “That fancy camera of yours only takes a certain type of film so I wanted you to be stocked.”

You pulled the item out of the box, focused on figuring out what it was. It was cold, metallic, and shone under the light as it was revealed.

“Oh, Gube!” Claire pulled him into a hug. “This is incredible!”

It was an antique. A silver polished miniature ballerina, perched on a pedestal. There was a knob on the side, and when turned, the ballerina twirled. It was precious.

You looked over at Matthew and Claire, watching as they broke out of their hug and looked at each other. “I expect a bunch of pictures when I get back,” he told her, backing out of the room.

“And I expect a professional magician,” she winked. Yuck. Claire turned her head to you after Matthew left, grinning, “What’d he get you?”

You quickly pushed the ballerina back in the box, shaking your head. “Socks. Mismatched socks. Very funny.” You replied.

She giggled, “But hey, a gift! That’s growth!”

“Yeah, whatever,” you grumbled.

“Matthew’s great,” She said. “You’ll get to know him better soon, since he’s coming to the beach with us.”

“He’s what?”

[PART 3.]

#mine #college!matthew #matthew gray gubler/reader #matthew gray gubler x reader #matthew gray gubler fic #matthew gray gubler fanfiction #mgg imagine #mgg smut #mgg x reader #esny

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honeyoongiah · 4 years

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Roommates

Pairings: Christian x reader

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of blood, fear of being followed

Summary: You have a big crush on your roommate, but you admired him from the distance since he had a girlfriend.

You didn't plan to fall in love with him, actually it wasn't even planned to share a room with him, but your university didn't have the capacity to offer a single room to both and the way home to your parents was just too long for you.

Soon after you two moved into the room, you realized that your new roommate Christian and you were on the same wavelength. He was a peaceful person, kind and lovable, courteous and very funny.

Christian quickly wrapped you around his finger, quite unconsciously a smile appeared onto your lips when he tried to control his long curls in the morning or when he told you about his horrible shift in the coffee shop next door.

You got lost in his big brown eyes, which radiated so much warmth when he looked at you.

There was nothing that you hated more than being jealous. And yet you caught yourself eye rolling regularly when he wanted to spend time alone with his girlfriend. Especially when he asked you to stay in the library a few hours longer than planned or to have a drink with friends outside.

You weren't stupid. You knew what it meant when he asked you for this favor with his wide grin. It wasn't something you wanted to think of.

It was Saturday evening and you were trying to mentally prepare yourself for Christian asking if you were up to something tonight and if you could spend the night somewhere else.

But he was surprisingly silent. Now that you thought about it, he was quite silent all day. After his shift in the cafe, he lay down for a few hours and since then he'd been sitting on his bed with headphones and scribbling around in his notebook.

"Christian? Are you okay?", you asked carefully, but the music in his ears was too loud. Doubting if that was a good idea, you got up and tapped his shoulder. Confused, Christian looked up and took off his headphones. "Yes?"

Somehow he seemed different to you today. "I asked if everything was alright with you. You seem off today." - "I'm fine, don't worry.", he replied, pulling up his headphones without waiting for an answer.

You took this as a sign that he didn't really want to talk and sat back on your bed. Even if something bothered him, it was none of your business, was it? If he needed someone to talk to, he'd have his girlfriend.

Even if you saw herself as a friend of Christian's, you didn't know if it was the same for him. After all, you had no choice but to spend time together.

You decided to give him some time for himself and left the room to go for a walk. The university had a beautiful park right beside it and you liked to go and get some fresh air.

You put your headphones in and listened to your soft playlist that had only calm and relaxing songs in it. The perfect mood to take a walk while the sun went down.

The air got fresher and the night began to rise, but you didn't want to go back. It was dark and you were alone in that park, but going back to your room and accidentally seeing your crush touching his girlfriend would be too much for you.

You cursed yourself for falling for him and yet you knew there was no way you couldn't. Even though his tattoos and his broad muscular body didn't show it, he was actually a very good guy with good intentions.

Watching how good he treated his girlfriend day by day hurt, but only showed that he was a gentleman who puts effort into the things he cares for. You tried not to wish for them to break up, he deserved to be happy.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't realize that it got late and you walked to the area in the park where the lights didn't work properly. Everything seemed more creepy when the lights were flickering and you turned your music down to make sure you heard your surroundings.

Rubbing your arms for at least a bit of warmth, you walked back towards the university when you suddenly heard footsteps behind you. You flinched, but didn't dare to turn around or to stop walking.

Going even faster now, you took your phone out, ready to call anyone in case something happens to you. Scenarios of getting kidnapped or even worse ran through your head while your heart beat so loud that you didn't hear the music through your headphones anymore.

The noises behind you got louder, the footsteps faster and you were ready to run, ready to fight for your life when someone grabbed your shoulder to turn your body around.

You punched the man in his face with as much power as you could, realizing way too late that the man bleeding from his nose and groaning in pain was just your roommate. "Fuck you're not as weak as I thought.", Christian mumbled and tried to stop the bleeding with his hoodie.

You widened your eyes, immediately regretting the bravery to punch him. "Oh my God I am so sorry I thought you're gonna kidnap or kill me.", you said, your voice still shaky from the fear and your eyes watering.

Christian's gaze softened when he stroked your hair behind your ear. „There’s nothing to be scared of, okay? I’m right here.“

You nodded. "Come, let's go back to our room."

While you walked side by side, Christian still hissing in pain every now and then, you thought what a wonderful person he must be for not being mad at you, even for a minute, even though you might have broken his nose.

Instead of that he said "I'm sorry that I scared you. It got late and I wondered where you are so I went out to search for you. A friend of yours told me she saw you going for a walk here so I came to check on you."

"Your soul is so pure, do you ever do something bad in your life?", you said without thinking, immediately regretting it and starting to blush. Christian chuckled. "Ah I am trying my hardest to be a good person but I'm not pure. Thank you for thinking of me like that though."

When you arrived at your room, you changed clothes and Christian went to the bathroom, washing away the blood and changing clothes as well. "I am so incredibly sorry, I'll get a cooling pack for you.", you said when you saw his slightly blue shining nose.

After hurrying to the freezer and back to not make him wait any longer, you sat down on his bed and put it on his nose gently. Christian smiled softly. "Thank you."

"Thank you for looking after me, I didn't intend to stay out for so long but I didn't want to disturb you and your girlfriend.", you explained. Christian frowned when the word girlfriend came from your lips.

"Hm? What's wrong? Why didn't you hang out today, did you have a fight?" - "We broke up.", Christian answered while looking down to the floor. "Oh.", was the only thing that you could say.

"Yeah. But it's better like that."

"Why?"

"Because she was right about what she said when she broke up with me."

Your eyes widened. Why would someone break up with Christian? He was the perfect boyfriend, what could've possibly gotten wrong? "I don't understand."

"She said I'm not really focused on her but on someone else in my life and apparently I talk about that person a lot.", he laughed softly. "There's someone I just click with naturally and she's very jealous of that. I didn't want to realize until she said it but she is right. I can't blame her and I really think it's better this way, I just needed this day to think about everything."

You nodded, even though you still didn't really understand what he meant. Your mind was still a little blurry because of everything that has happened and the shock still sat in your bones.

"Hey you're still shaking. Can I do something to calm you a bit?", he asked with a concerned face, stroking your arm gently. "It's probably weird if I ask you.", you answered, but Christian shook his head. "Just tell me."

"Can you hold me?"

A soft smile curved over his lips when he nodded. "Come lay down."

He made space for you next to him, opening his broad arms for you to crawl into them and to feel tiny and secure.

You sighed deeply, ready to fall asleep any second. Every night for the past months you dreamed of this, dreamed of dozing off while he held you, smelling his scent and being close to him. "Are you okay?"

You nodded against his chest. „You just feel really good. Soft and warm…“

Christian hummed, starting to stroke your hair and back while you fell asleep slowly. When he noticed your regular breathing, Christian kissed your forehead softly. "Rest well, this was a very long day. Tomorrow I'll confess to you, so I hope this won't be the last time I can hold you like that."

#christian yu #christian yu oneshot #christian yu drabble #christian yu ff #christian yu au #christian yu fluff #christian yu scenario

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prettyyyboyluke · 4 years

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6:38 AM

i’m not even sorry because this was the best sex i’ve ever had so i made into a smut. period.

the night was just getting started. isa was not having a good day and all she wanted to do was get plastered and forget this night ever happened. “why would she just walk out like that! god i hate her!” isa yelled. “i know, but hey, you know luke one on one, forget about what jasmine said, you know she just wants to get under your skin.” i said, trying to calm her down as best as possible. “i’m gonna text her.” “isa, no. you’re gonna regret going off on her.” “i don’t give a shit, she needs to hear it.” i just sighed as we continued to walk back to my dorm. “please, y/n, can we go out tonight? i just wanna get drunk.” “i don’t have any parties, do you?” “no.” “well, i guess we’re stuck with that bottle i have in my room.” i said, unlocking my door.

isa kept drinking the vodka i had in my room until it was dry. “better?” i asked, looking at how hard it was gonna hit her later. “i just got an addy!” isa exclaimed. “from who?” i asked. it was a random saturday night, and everyone i knew who normally goes out didn’t have any, so i was shocked to hear that isa got one. “you know that girl in our english class? whose a strong feminist?” “yeah?” “she sent me one!” “are we going?” “you bet your ass we are.” isa got up from the bed and started putting her shoes on. “isa, i’m still in my pjs!” i said, once she was getting ready to head out the door. “better change quick then!”

i put on the most basic outfit because i was not going out in pjs, even though that would be a power move on my part. the party was on the other side of where my dorm was, so i knew i had to keep an eye on how much isa would be drinking because i was not going to carry her back like i had to a previous time. once we arrive at the party, the house is wall to wall people, it was so hard to move. the girl who invited us told us that there was jungle juice in the kitchen and we were more than welcome to help ourselves. isa drags me to the kitchen for a cup, bumping into people of course.

“oh! hi calum! i didn’t know you’d be here.” isa said, pouring herself a cup. “just figure i’d come out and see what everyone was doing.” he shrugged, taking a sip from his cup. “you’ve met y/n, right?” isa asks. “you look really familiar,” he begins to say. “we met a lot last semester, i was one of the girls at the hockey house who saw you make out with that girl behind the bush.” i said. “that was you! yes, i remember, i also see you around campus a lot.” he starts making a conversation. once calum and i finished up our conversation in the kitchen, i thought that would be the last time i would see him throughout the night.

the night went on, and i ended up meeting these really nice girls, and apparently i’m suppose to be in one of their weddings. i lost isa for a chunk of the night, which made my anxiety spiral, but i knew she was safe since she was with one of the other girls i met earlier in the night. i was in the kitchen talking with a few people, along with calum standing where he was previously. the conversation was short lived when word was going around that the cops showed up. calum came up to me making sure i was coherent enough to get back to my dorm with isa. “so the cops are here, but if you and isa just follow me, i’ll get us out.” calum said, making sure isa and i were behind him. as soon as we all got out of the house, we went our separate ways. isa and i still had to walk back to my room.

“isa! isa, wait up!” calum called. isa and i stopped and let calum catch up with us. “where are you guys heading?” he asks. “back to my room, she’s spending the night at my place.” “i’ll walk you guys back, just to make sure you’re safe.” “you really don’t have to do that, calum. it’s not that far.” i partially lied, it really wasn’t that far, but it was a decent walk to the other side of campus. “where exactly is your dorm?” “on west.” and we were located a little past central campus right now. “there is no way in hell i’m letting you two walk back there alone at 2:30 in the morning.” he says. the whole time we’re walking back isa keeps going on and on about how the girls we met tonight were super nice, and how she still* wanted to smack jasmine across the face. don’t get me wrong, i love isa to death, but my god when she’s drunk i just want her to stop talking. we also met a guy named isaac, who let me hit his juul all night. i made a mental note to venmo him a few bucks so he didn’t think i was just using him, which i kinda was, but he was super nice, so i wanted to pay him back.

“y/n, can you believe she did that! like seriously?! and she knows how much i like him too!” “yes isa i know, now can we please just get back to my room, we’re almost there, so let’s play the quiet game until we’re in my room.” i was ready to kill her, and calum was just laughing. “y/n, you just want me to stop talking, but i love you and you let me rant to you all night, so i’ll be quiet.” she giggled. once we get to my building i turn to calum, “if you want to hang out with us you can, isa is probably going to knock out and i’m just gonna sit on my phone till i pass out. i’m guessing you don’t wanna walk back to central right now.” “i turned to face calum before i swiped my key card. yeah, that’s cool.”

once we get back into my room, isa heads straight to my extra bed. calum and i sit on mine, dangerously close. my arm is under his and my head is resting on his shoulder while we are listening to isa babble on and on about god knows what at this point. “how much did she even drink?” “i lost count after her second cup of jungle juice.” i sighed. “so, a lot then?” calum chuckles. calum and i keep talking for the rest of the night while we heard small snores are coming from isa. “she really can get out of hand.” he whispers. we’re now laying down on my bed, both of us facing each other, with one of my legs was in between his and his two caressing the single leg i had between him. i turn over to look at her, “yeah, but i love her.” i shrug. calum runs a hand through my hair before caressing my cheek and bringing his lips to mine. his lips were so soft against mine, and then it got rough. he pulled me closer to him, making me moan a little into his mouth. i pull back to catch my breath and look at calum. “what?” “i just wasn’t expecting that.” i whispered bringing his lips back down to mine.

he pulls me on top of him, moving as much of my hair out of the way as he can. “i’m still in jeans, cal.” “oh, i know.” his fingers interlacing with my belt loops and moves me further up on his waist making me moan once again. everything was moving so quickly, his hands roaming around my body, making sure to not miss a single spot. calum moves me so i was able to lay on my back, one of his hands wrapping around my throat lightly. my hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling it off just to catch a breath. i sat up, still holding onto to calum’s wrist. my heart and mind started racing, and i was thinking of every possibility that could happen with calum right now.

“is everything okay? do you wanna keep doing this?” he asked. i was hesitant once calum first kissed me because i didn’t know where this was gonna go. “yeah, i just, i’m battling with my mind.” i said. “i don’t wanna push you to do anything. we can do whatever you’re comfortable with.” “it’s not that i don’t want to, it’s just the last time i had sex, it didn’t turn out well. and, if we do this i don’t want it to just be a one time thing.” “it’s not gonna be, i’m not like that.” he reassured me. “okay, then can we just go slow?” “whatever you wanna do pretty girl.”

calum’s lips were back on mine, softly kissing me. my hand caressed his cheek, bringing him a little closer. his hands messed with the button on my jeans, slipping his hand through the fabric. his fingers found my clit, starting to rub small circles on it. small whines came from my mouth as calum moved his fingers against my walls. “how does that feel?” “g-good.” i moaned. “do you want me to keep going?” his fingers started moving faster. “uh huh!” calum had one of my legs in between his, much like before, wanting to make sure that they wouldn’t close around his hand.

my back was against the bed with my hips moving against calum’s fingers. “oh god, right there!” i moaned. “right here?” calum moaned with me and moved his fingers faster. “please, i’m gonna cum.” i whimpered. my hands were twisting my shirt causing it to ride up, my eyes shutting seeing stars. one of calum’s hands pushed down on my abdomen making his fingers reach deeper inside me. “that’s it pretty girl, you can do it.” calum whispered. my back began to arch and legs wanting to close around calum’s hands. my muscles clenched hard around calum’s hand, with my head starting to spin. “please, oh my god. calum, i’m gonna-” “i know, c’mon baby, you can do it.”

within seconds my orgasm took over my body. everything was shaking, my breath was unsteady once calum removed his hand from me. “how was that?” “so good, i don’t think i’ve ever cum like that before.” i whispered. his lips were back on mine, giving me soft kisses, his tongue prodding its way into my mouth. “see what someone else’s fingers can do?” he whispered against my lips. i began to take calum’s shirt off, he pulled back and pulled it back himself, still on top of me with his chain hanging down in my face. “do you wanna move to the bathroom?” “we just have to be quiet, i don’t know if my roommates are home.”

i looked over to make sure isa was still sound asleep, and if she were awake, i would never live what was happening down. “she won’t wake up, she sleeps like a rock.” calum whispered against my ear. calum picked me up and set me on the counter quickly removing my shirt after. “just tell me to stop if you don’t want to do this.” he says while taking my jeans off. i nod my head and pull him down to me. once calum took his jeans off my eyes immediately went to his cock. “god calum, h-how is that suppose to fit in me?” i asked. he just chuckled, “i’ll go slow, don’t worry.” he said, quickly removing his jeans and then mine.

calum tapped the tip of his cock on my clit, collecting the some of my wetness and slowly sliding himself inside me. “oh fuck, cal.” i whimpered. calum started off slow and then began to pick up his speed. “fuck, you’re so wet, i just slip in and out of you.” calum moaned. my legs were above calum’s shoulders, creating a new angle for him to hit deeper inside me. the grip calum had on my hips was hard, making me move up against the counter and shaking the mirror. “please, go faster.” i moaned. calum quickly snapped his hips harder making the pace faster than i expected.

my breath grew heavier with each stroke calum was giving me. “calum, please, i’m gonna cum again!” i moaned. calum put two of his fingers in my mouth, “these’ll keep you quiet, baby.” calum whispered. the pit of my stomach was clenching down which made my legs shake around calum’s shoulders. “there ya go baby, let it out for me.” calum moaned, riding me out through my orgasm. my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my knuckles turned white from grabbing the edge of the counter. “can you give me another?” he asks. “can you let me breath for a sec?” i giggled. calum picked me up once again and carefully laid me down on the floor. the tile was cold against the heat of my body, but i didn’t care at this point.

calum slowly me entered me again, making me move up against the tile. he put one of my legs above his shoulder and was leaning down onto the leg. i propped myself up on my elbows, wanting to kiss him. he moved his head down to mine so i could catch his lips with mine. calum’s cock hit me deeper than i thought it would making me moan into the kiss. i pulled back and let myself lay back again while calum put his hands on my hips. “tell me how it feels, baby.” calum moaned. “it feels so, so good. please don’t stop.” i moaned. one of hands went between my thighs to rub my clit, making my orgasm approach quickly for the third time. my moans grew louder, but i could care less who heard me right now. my body was in pure bliss once i felt my stomach fire up again. “please, please,” were the only words that i could muddle together. “please, what?” “please make me cum, i’m so close.”

my hand was quickly replaced with calum, rubbing my clit faster. he lips were attached to my neck with my hands tangled through his hair. “oh god, i’m gonna,” “let it all out for me baby.” calum whispered against my neck. this time, my orgasm took over everything in my body. my nails scratched down calum’s back, my moans turned into little whimpers, and my legs shook around calum’s waist. i could feel calum get close too, his cock pulsing inside me once he let his spunk out. we both caught our breath before he kissed me one last time.

“i don’t think i’ll be able to walk to class on monday.” i giggled once we went back in my room. i pulled out some shorts that i could sleep in and calum had already climbed into my bed. “what time is it?” calum yawned, pulling me into him. i looked at the clock in my room, “6:38 AM.”

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monstranceglock · 3 years

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Y'all I'm having Mary Goore feels right now and this idea hit me in the brain so fucking hard I had to get it written immediately.

(sfw)

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Wednesday nights were always busy. People looking for a mid-week buzz to help them make it to Friday were common, no matter what bar you worked at.

This particular bar you worked at was your favorite though. It had punk rock feel that attracted all sorts of alternative characters. Goths, punks, metalheads, and grungy rebels made up the bulk of the regular patrons. Different flavors of local rock bands frequented the bar to play their songs, hoping to grow their fan base and maybe snag a groupie for the night. It was through one such band that you met Mary Goore.

Mary was the lead singer to a band that had played at the bar one weekend. Death metal wasn’t particularly your favorite genre of metal but you could appreciate the talent and dedication that Mary and his band put into it. He even covered himself with fake blood. Repugnant became a local favorite, playing at the bar at least every other week.

After the second time playing their set, Mary went up to you tending the bar and asked for something “cold as a witches’ tit and just as stiff.” Amused at his wording, you poured him a shot of chilled vodka that had the highest alcohol content out of all the liquors in the entire bar.

“Oh that’s the good shit. I’m gonna need another.”

You smiled at him, noting that when patrons drink that particular brand of vodka, they usually stumble after the first shot. Mary Goore wasn’t worried. He wanted to get blackout drunk. Apparently he had a spat with his drummer and was trying to drink away his frustrations.

You offered to listen to Mary’s rant and rant he did. After he let it all out you offered him a sympathetic look and some advice that you thought was generic, but it clearly had an effect on him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, asking how much for the three shots of vodka.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house tonight, Goore.”

Mary smiled at you, with genuine thanks in his eyes.

“You know you’re the nicest bar tender I’ve ever met. Thanks.”

You and Mary became good friends after that, exchanging numbers after his third time playing at the bar. Sometimes you would meet up to hang out and talk shit when he didn’t have rehearsal and you didn’t have to work.

After he had another argument with his drummer (who was also his roommate) you offered to let him crash at your apartment until things worked out or had blown over.

This became a usual occurrence.

It turned out he fought with his bandmates a lot, usually over stupid shit like lyrics or the composition of a song. They were a death metal band and had a flair for dramatics after all. So after the fifth time of him crashing at your place, you offered him a spare key.

After that, Mary would spend the night even if he wasn’t clashing with his bandmates. “It’s clean and smells nice and you have better snacks.” He told you. You didn’t mind, he was a good friend, cleaned up all of his messes, and sometimes brought weed.

It was during one busy Wednesday that Mary texted you and said he would be at your apartment.

Mary: i got sum of the good kush (not the dollar store kind) and i dont wanna share with the others. can i smoke at your place? i’ll share sum with u tho cause ur my favorite

Smoking with Mary was always fun. You replied that it was cool and that you might be late because it was a busy night, and that it was okay if he smoked a little bit before you got there. You knew how impatient Mary could be.

Mary: babe ur the best!!!!! :D

You always blushed when he called you “babe.” You chalked it up to him just being a flirt, but it didn’t stop the little crush you had on him that was forming.

It was around 2 a.m. when your boss cleared you to go home. You grabbed your jacket and purse and took the late night bus back to your apartment, where you knew Mary was probably stoned out of his mind. You just hoped he left you enough to give you a few good hits.

It was during busy nights that you were glad you lived on the first floor. You couldn’t drag your feet up any stairs if your life depended on it.

When you put your key in the lock you heard what sounded like crying. You turned the doorknob and stepped inside to find Mary a total mess.

He was laying on the couch with his hands covering his face and sobbing uncontrollably. Empty bags of various flavors of potato chips and half eaten packs of candy littered around him.

You quietly set your purse down and hung up your jacket. You walked over to Mary and began to pet his hair.

“Mary…what’s the matter?”

Mary could only sob.

“Was it your band? Did you guys have another fight?”

“N-no…Nothing to d-do w-with my b-band…” He managed to say between hiccups.

“Well what’s wrong then?”

Mary pointed to the TV. The credits to Looney Tunes were playing.

“What were you watching that made you so upset? It couldn’t have been Looney Tunes…”

“Y-you don’t unders-stand! H-he thought h-his f-friend got b-baked into a c-cookie!” Mary cried.

“Huh?”

“T-the dog…h-he got a little cat f-friend and he t-thought h-his f-friend g-got baked into…into a c-cookie…”

“And this was a Looney Tunes episode?”

“Y-yes!” Mary whined.

“Well did it have a happy ending at least?”

“Y-yeah, his f-friend didn’t g-get turned into a c-cookie…b-but it was s-still so sad!!”

This weed must be potent as fuck to bring Mary Goore to tears over a Looney Tunes episode. Now you wanted to watch it, not remembering any such episode on Saturday mornings growing up.

“Would it be okay if I watched it with you? Will you get sad again?”

“I-I think I’ll b-be okay with y-you watching it w-with m-me…”

Sitting down and picking up some uneaten candy, you pressed the replay button.

You vaguely started to remember the episode as you watched it. As expected, Mary began to whimper again as the little kitten fell into the cookie batter. The kitten crawled out of the bowl before the dog had a chance to see, and dramatic music played as the dog saw the woman roll out and cut little shapes into the cookie dough.

You couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculousness of the situation you were in.

Mary wailed with the dog after being offered a cookie shaped like a cat, falling back into the couch as he let the sobs wrack through him again.

You began to pet him again. “But look, Mary! The kitten is okay! See? The lady is even letting the dog keep it! They’re all happy!”

Mary seemed to calm down a little at your reassurance and sat back up, wiping his eyes with the back of his hands. You offered him a tissue, and he started to blow his nose.

You just smiled at him, and pulled him into a hug.

“I think you’ve smoked enough for tonight. Let’s save the rest for later when we can smoke together.”

“Okay…”

It only took a few minutes for him to fall asleep in your arms, and you cherished the feeling of him breathing into your chest.

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https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x6e28so this is the Looney Tunes episode I'm talking about lmao

#i also cried when i saw that episode #not when i was a kid #i cried when i saw it again as an adult #i wasnt high or drunk im just an emotional person lmao #mary goore #repugnant #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #fics #my fics #my posts #sfw

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broadstbroskis · 4 years

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surprises- pt 1 | mat barzal

welp, here we go with barzy baby fic! how long’s it going to be? your guess is as good as mine! but i’m excited to start sharing with you guys and i’d love to hear what you think!

warnings: mention of the pandemic/quarantine

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The timing was pretty poor, you could acknowledge that.

Stuck in your apartment as a result of social distancing, you’d grown bored quickly. Working from home was only so exciting and your company’s slack channel was often getting more and more ridiculous as you and your coworkers searched for things to talk about (debates had thus far included best and worst Taylor Swift song, best and worst Harry Potter book, and ranking coworkers' new baby names).

Your roommate had left you on your own, in favor of quarantining herself with her relatively new boyfriend (ignoring your cries of betrayal as she left) so when your neighbor and friend from across the hall had come knocking, you welcomed him with open arms. “I’m bored out of my mind.” Your eyes are wide as you pull him inside.

“How do you think I feel?” You didn’t even notice the bottles of wine in Mat’s hands but you’re grateful for them as he settles them on the counter. “The only thing I can do is workout right now.”

You give him a look. “Yeah, because that’s what you need to be doing.”

“I’m going to lose my washboard abs.” He whines overdramatically, and that’s what sets you off.

Technically you’re still supposed to be working, but you know for a fact you’re not the only one who’s started drinking already and as long as you stay logged in for the next hour, no one will care. You and Mat quickly work your way through the first bottle and he’s popping the second one, while you log off your work account and place the take out order for pizza.

The second bottle goes almost as quickly, but then the two of you slow down once the food arrives. Mat pops the third bottle in your apartment after dinner, when the two of you settle in together, very closely, much closer than usual, for some Netflix.

You’re not really sure who makes the first move; you know you’re leaning against him and that his arm is around you, brushing against your shoulder, but the next thing you remember, you’re in his lap and his hands are eagerly tracing every bit of skin they can find.

That you end up in bed after that isn’t surprising. That it keeps happening is a little surprising. But, well, there’s not really a lot else to keep you occupied.

And it’s lot more fun to spend your days fucking Mat than doing almost anything else. There’s apparently a lot you two have been missing out on that you could have been doing.

Eventually, things go back to normal- or as normal as they could be after the pandemic that occurred-and despite the fun the two of you had during your quarantine, you fall easily back into friends and neighbors. Mat gets back to real training, a modified game schedule, and then into playoffs, where after crashing and burning in the first “round” (if you’d like to call it that), he heads back home to Western Canada for a shortened summer to catch up with family and friends.

You’re back at work, excited to be with people again. You and your coworkers institute happy hour Friday’s, where you all start ducking out of work two hours early-summer hours, your boss is calling them, completely ignoring the fact that no one else in your company is having them-to go to the bar, hang out, and just catch up after spending the long weeks apart. They usually end up turning into more of a shit show, with the office group chat often blowing up the next morning with complaints about how hungover people are.

It’s after one such happy hour that you first notice your issue. You wake up Saturday morning, roll over, and then immediately rush into the bathroom to throw up. Within the next hour, that happens four more times.

You’re lying as still as possible on the couch in the living room when your roommate comes out of her room and straight up laughs at your misery. “It’s not funny.” You whine at her, even though it makes you kind of nauseous to even talk.

“Yes it is.” Molly snickers. “You were home by like 8. For a lightweight like me to get to sit here and watch you be hungover as fuck when you didn’t even have this crazy night, this is my Christmas. Welcome to the club, bitch!” She cackles, not unkindly, but definitely remembering all the times that you and your friends had laughed at her when she’d been in your position.

You barely even hear her, as the first part of her sentence registers, and you bolt upright, immediately regretting it as you do so. You were home by 8. You hadn’t even had that much to drink, begging off a third drink after a headache had started. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be feeling this way.

“You’re right!” You’ve learned from your mistakes and you slowly lower yourself back down to the couch. “I must have eaten something funny.” You’re already starting to feel a little better, you think; it wasn’t nearly as nauseating to lower to the couch. You’re actually almost feeling like you could stomach some food.

“Ugh.” Molly scoffs in disgust. “Couldn’t you just let me have this?”

“Want to watch some Netflix and order breakfast?”

“Fine.”

And as the day goes on, you feel a ton better, even feeling well enough to join Molly and her boyfriend for dinner at one of your new favorite places. It’s another early night and you hold off on booze, just because your stomach’s still feeling kinda queasy from the morning.

And it’s full on rolling again the next morning. You’re back in the bathroom again first thing, which is where Molly finds you, a look of concern on her face. “So, what’s going on?”

You close your eyes, a little more sure that the nagging thought from yesterday morning might be true. “I think we need to take a walk.”

She gives you a look. “To where?”

“Drug store.”

She inhales a sharp breath. “To buy?”

“I think you know what.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be real to me until you said it.”

You stand up shakily, reaching for your toothbrush. No use in putting this off longer than you need to. “Yeah, me either.

Molly squeezes the arm that’s reaching out for your toothpaste comfortingly and then turns to leave and get ready herself.

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Once you’ve got far more pregnancy tests in your basket than you’ll hope to ever need in your life, Molly looks at you. “Did you want to take them all home or?”

“Or what? Take them here in CVS? This isn’t fucking Juno, Molly! We have an apartment!”

She shrugs as the two of you start walking up toward checkout. “Maybe you just didn’t want to taint your bathroom with those memories.”

That’s a good point. “I’ll just use yours.” You crack and the two of you burst into laughter, for the first time all day.

It feels so good to laugh that you don’t even notice someone calling out for your roommate. “Moll!” You both look around for the familiar voice, searching for Molly’s boyfriend, but you’d been so distracted by your laughter that you don’t realize how close he is until he speaks again. “Holy shit! Is there uh-something you need to tell me?”

Brian’s actually right there-like standing next to you, in line. Molly’s eyes are wide, looking between you and Brian in a panic as she’s unsure how to answer, so you step up. “They’re not for her; they’re for me.”

“Oh.” Brian says. Molly breathes out a sigh of relief. He looks over at you. “Uhh. Do I need to kick somebody’s ass?”

You burst into laughter and Molly slugs him on the arm. “Bri!”

“What?” He protests. “I’m just trying to be supportive.”

You’re still laughing. “Not yet.” You tell him. “I’ll keep you posted.” Brian’s great; the more time you spend with him, the more you grow to love him and the more convinced you become that he’s absolutely perfect for Molly. But there’s a zero percent chance he’s going to be able to beat up Mat, who’s probably got a good 3-4 inches and at least 30lbs. on him.

Brian grins. “Done deal. Should I go grab some-” He pauses. “Well I was going to ask if I should grab some booze to get this party on the road but that doesn’t seem appropriate. Sparkling cider? Orange juice?”

“There’s no point in having orange juice if there’s not champagne in it.” You tell him.

“Ohh, go hit that juice bar we were at last week!” Molly requests.

“See you in a few!” Brian salutes.

“I love him.” You tell her, as he exits the door.

“You can have him as a baby daddy.” She offers.

“I might take you up on that.” You pay for the absurd number of pregnancy tests and begin walking with her back home.

She scoffs. “Yeah, like you’re gonna need a stand in.”

You’re actually pretty nervous of that fact.

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A few hours later, you’ve got a string of positive pregnancy tests sitting in a row on the living room table. Not even one negative giving you a sliver of hope. Brian and Molly are drinking for you, for all three of you, and you’re sitting in your corner of the couch numbly staring at them.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore. You reach for your phone and press the contact for the one voice you need to hear now.

Mat answers almost immediately, laughing, sounding like he’s having a great time, doing...whatever he’s doing back at home. Sounding young and carefree, like the 23 year old he is. Like the 23 year old you usually sound like.

“Hey!” You can practically hear him grinning through the phone.

“Hey.” You are...decidedly not grinning, but you do your best to stay upbeat and positive.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately, so you must not have done too good a job.

“Nothing.” You tell him. Despite what all the tests are saying, you don’t want to say anything until you call your doctor first thing in the morning. And this certainly isn’t a conversation you want to have with him over the phone if you can help it. “Just-a little bit of a crazy weekend.” Not necessarily in the sense you’d usually be referring, but not a lie, all the same.

“Big parties?” Mat teases.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to cry. “Something like that.”

You can practically hear him frown. “Are you sure you’re okay, YN?”

“Yeah.” You tell him. “Just wondering when you’re coming back so I don’t have to water your plants anymore.”

“Do I still even have plants?” He asks skeptically. “I know what your black thumb is like.”

“I guess you’ll see when you come back!” The answer is no. There were no plants. You and Molly kept swearing you’d go out and replace them with new ones before he came back, but you were sure he’d be able to tell. He always could.

Mat laughs. “I know what that means.” In the background, you hear someone call for him and he shouts for them to fuck off.

“You got to go?”

“We’re about to go finish our hike.” Mat says, apologetically. “Have to get down the mountain now.”

“Ugh.” You scrunch your nose.

“Alright, city girl.” He teases. “I’m sure I’ll talk to you soon!”

“Excuse you, I am from Larchmont!”

He laughs again. “I think that’s probably worse.”

“Don’t fall down the mountain.” You tell him dryly.

“Is Molly there? I want to make sure you aren’t holding a voodoo doll right now.”

You laugh. “Bye Mat.” He bids you the same and you hang up, feeling much better than when you called.

Still anxious as shit, but at least Mat is still the same Mat.

You wonder for how long that will last after you tell him.

#mat barzal imagine #mat barzal fan fic #hockey imagines #hockey fanfiction #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction #my hockey fics #surprises series

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Ten

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

(fluff and some smut...TW: mention of past abuse)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine

Masterpost

Your alarm went off promptly at 5:45AM. You woke up with your arms still around Harry. You didn’t want to move from his warm body. Slowly crawling out of bed, you went into the bathroom to have a quick shower. You threw your robe on when you were done, and picked out an outfit to wear, careful not wake him up. You put your hair up in a high pony, and opted for a pair of grey pin striped slacks and a baby blue blouse. You put on some makeup, and make your way to the kitchen.

“Baby?” You hear a faint voice, and turn around. You see Harry reaching for you. You go to his side, and kiss him on the top of his head.

“Sleep a little longer if you like.” You nuzzle your nose against his. “I need to make my smoothie and head to work.”

“I’ll leave my key on your counter, plants will be fine for today.”

“Okay.” You get up, but he grabs your wrist. You lean back down and kiss him on his soft lips. He gives you a sleepy smile.

“Have a good day at work.” He says, rolling over to his other side.

As you head to work your mind swims with thoughts of what it would be like to live with Harry. Would mornings be sleeyp like this? What time does he usually have to get up? You knew it was way too soon to even be thinking like this. You had only been together a little over a month, but the thought of coming home to him made you smile.

When you get to work, Niall greets you with your coffee. You tell him all about how Harry wants you to watch his plants while he’s away.

“So he’s leavin’ ya a key?”

“Mhm. It’s nice he trusts me so much. I didn’t even realize how many plants he had.”

“That’s because he has like two on his desk.” He smiles at you.

“What?”

“Nothin’, I’m just glad things are going so well for the two of ya.”

Harry got out of your bed around eight. He had to get up and start his day. He needed to get back to his place to pack for the rest of the week, and then get to the airport. He made your bed for you, and cleaned up the blender you left in the sink. He liked your place, there was so much room to spread out. For a moment, he thinks about what it would be like if he slept over more often. He couldn’t believe how quiet you were for him while you got ready. You were so considerate. He knew it was too soon to be thinking about being together all the time, but it still made him smile. He took out his key ring, and left his spare key on your counter like he said. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t sad. It’s not that he didn’t want to go to New Mexico, he actually really liked it there. He just didn’t want to be without you for a week. He hated the idea of you being without him during the weekend. That was your time to relax together, to cuddle, to kiss. He rolled his eyes at himself as he walked out of your place. He couldn’t believe how bad he had it for you.

Wednesday after work you went to his place to water his plants. He really did only have two on his desk, but they were dry. You wondered if even he remembered to water them regularly. You smelt something coming from his fridge. He forgot to empty it before he left. You took it upon yourself to clean it and out, and take out his trash. You wiped up his counters, and dusted a little as well. He was messy, the only part of his place being spotless was his bathroom. That must’ve been where he put most of his energy. You loved his place, it was cute, and the perfect size for him. You decide to send him a selfie of you with one of his plants so he’d know you stopped by. When you got home, you frowned. You suddenly didn’t like being by yourself at your place, especially knowing that he wouldn’t be able to just come over if you called.

He sent you back a selfie of him in the desert. He had a half smile and sunglasses on. He also sent along a kissy face emoji.

“Who’s that?” One of his colleagues asks him, looking over his shoulder.

“My girlfriend, she’s helping look after my place this week.”

“Didn’t realize you were seeing someone.” She nudges him with her elbow.

“Yeah, it’s been a little over a month, she’s great.” Harry smiles dumbly at the cute photo you sent him. “It’s only been a day, and I miss her.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet Harry. She’s a lucky lady.”

“Do you miss your girlfriend when you have to travel?”

“Oh, sure. It never gets easier, but when we finally get together, it’s amazing. Missing someone certainly makes the heart grow fonder.” She puts a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry, Sunday will be here before you know it.”

Thursday dragged on agonizingly slow for the both of you. Harry tried to Facetime you, but you missed him. When you tried him back, he texted back that he was busy. You missed him, it was only a couple of days, but you missed him. You desperately wanted to feel his arms wrapped around you. That night, you light a couple of candles in your room, and put some music on. Trying to get yourself in the mood, you think of him. You think of the way he would pinch your nipples, and slowly bring his hands down to your waist. You think of the way his thumb would move in figure eights around clit. Your hand slips between your legs, and you feel your own wetness. You picture his head between your legs and let out a sigh. You start rubbing yourself to the thought of his hot breath on you while his tongue would be making laps in your folds. You let out a small moan of his name as you have a small orgasm. You sigh frustrated, and force yourself to go to sleep.

Harry couldn’t help himself. He jacked off that night before bed thinking of you. He couldn’t help that his mind wandered to your lips wrapped around him. The thought alone was enough to make him hard. He was hoping the release would help him sleep, but it didn’t he stayed up all night thinking of you sleeping alone in your big bed.

He was busy all day Friday, unable to text you. Rachel invited you over for drinks after work, since Sarah would be out with Niall.

“Thanks again for having me over, you and I never get together just the two of us.” You smile at her as she hands you a glass of wine.

“I know! I’m so glad you were free. Sarah has been so MIA lately because of Niall. I’ve actually been kind of lonely.”

“I’m sorry Rach. Do you think you’ll start getting serious with anyone?”

“As soon as I find someone to get serious with, sure.” She shrugs and laughs. “It’s hard to find someone. Some girls just want you to experiment with or piss of their parents with, and some girls want to move in the second you start dating. There’s like no in-between. I’m actually content being single, it’s just more that I actually like having a roommate. Sarah is so fun to live with. She and I are supposed to hang out tomorrow, we’re gonna get brunch. You should come.”

“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your alone time with her. I was actually hoping to see what Niall was up to tomorrow, I feel like he and I haven’t hung out one on one in ages.”

“Harry has taken up a lot of your free time.” Your face falls. “It’s not a bad thing. I’m actually really happy for you. You’re more of yourself with him in your life.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been different for a while. Which no one can blame you for, but it’s just been nice to see you laughing and smiling more is all.”

“He makes me really happy. Did I tell you he asked me to water his plants while he was away this week?”

“Really? That’s so cute. So, have you slept with him yet?” She wiggles her eyebrows at you and laugh.

“God no. We’ve done other stuff, good stuff, but I’m not ready for that yet. I haven’t even let him finger me or anything.”

“What has he done with you then?”

“I’ve let him rub me, and he goes down on me a lot. We’ll also just kind of grind against each other. It’s nice. Plus, I’ve done things for him. He’s been very patient and understanding.”

“That’s good! And he makes you feel really good?”

“You have no idea, Rach. I don’t know how he got so good at it, but it feels amazing.” You blush a little. “I’ve never been with a guy that pays so much attention to my body.”

“When do you think you’ll let him go a little a further? I mean, aren’t you curious to see what those fingers can do?”

“Definitely, but anytime I think about it I just have bad flashbacks. I’ll get there with him, I know I will, I just need more time. I trust him, but it still has only been a little over a month, it’s not a lot of time to be together.”

“True, but you’re in a relationship with him. I don’t think he would go anywhere since he asked you to be his girlfriend.”

“I’m not worried about him going anywhere.”

“What are you worried about?”

“What if I have a bad flashback while he’s doing it? I’m afraid I’m going to freak out and he’s going to feel rejected. He’s…sensitive. I know he wouldn’t take it personally, but when you’re naked with someone you can’t help but feel like it’s about you, you know?”

“If I ever see that asshole that did this to you, I would surely punch him in the fucking face. I hate that because of what he did, you feel like you can’t even have this experience with your boyfriend.”

“Believe me, I feel the same exact way. Except I hope I never run into that bastard ever again.”

You text Niall Saturday, and ask him to come over while Sarah is at brunch with Rachel. He happily accepts, and comes over with some bagels and cream cheese from your favorite bakery. You hug as he comes into your place. You both get set up on the couch.

“So, how’s your week without Harry?”

“It’s been…okay. I definitely miss him. He’s been so busy, we’ve barely been able to talk. Just a few texts here and there.”

“Well, I’m glad you asked me to hang out.”

“Me too, how are things with Sarah?”

“Great, actually. She’s super smart and funny. We’re getting into more of a dating rhythm. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other when it first started.” He blushes a little. “It’s sort of still like that, but I wanted to show her I wanted more from her.”

“It’s so great to see you with someone, Niall. Selfishly, I’m glad it’s with one of my friends.”

“Same here.”

You two end up watching Stranger Things together, since it’s both your favorite show. He left around eleven, and you were happy you got to spend some quality time with him.

Sunday, you got up, and put a cute pair of leggings on with a matching sports bra, and threw a zip up sweatshirt on over. You went to the grocery store for yourself, and decided to shop a little for Harry. You knew he’d be tired from his flight, and wanted to have some things in his fridge. You bought his favorite veggies and snacks, and filled up his fridge. You watered his plants, and were in the middle of vacuuming the rug under his bed when you heard a rustling. You turn the vacuum off, and turn around to see a tired Harry walking through the door. You blush a little, you must look like a psycho cleaning up his apartment, but he essentially asked you to house sit.

He gives you a big smile as he kicks his shoes off.

“Harry!” You squeal.

Something comes over you, and you run towards him, jumping into his arms. He lifts you slightly so you can wrap your legs around his waist. He holds you close, as you cup his face in your hands and kiss him. You bite down on his bottom lip, taking it into your mouth to suck on. He groans into you, and walks you both over to his bed. He lays you down, and he immediately gets on top of you. Re-wrapping your legs around his waist. He unzips your sweatshirt, and kisses you down your jaw, neck, and sucks on your skin furiously. You gasp at how hard he bites you, as it’s sure to leave a mark. He licks his tongue over the spot to try to soothe it. His hands reach down to your waistline, and start to tug at your leggings.

“Harry.” You say, trying to get his attention, but he keeps kissing on you, and tugging on your clothes. Your heart is beating fast, and not in a good way. “Harry! Stop!” He immediately sits up, and gets off of you, releasing your legs to the mattress. You catch your breath. “Sorry….um hi.” You smile at him, sitting up against the headboard.

“Hi, sorry, that was a little aggressive wasn’t it? I just,” He puts a hand on your cheek. “I missed you, and when you ran over to me, I just wanted to get lost in you. That whole trip was so stressful, I was excited to see your car down in the lot when I got here. And you looked so cute vacuuming. Why were you vacuuming?”

“I was just trying to tidy up. I didn’t want you coming back to a mess. I, uh, bought you some groceries too so you’d have some food to hold you over.” He smiles, then furrows his brows at your neck, and his cheeks flush. “What?”

“I really did a number on your neck, I’m so sorry. Sort of childish for me to give you a hickey.” You reach for the spot he was touching and you wince. “Did I scare you?”

“No, it wasn’t that. A lot was just happening fast.” You give him a reassuring smile. “But, I would like to keep kissing. Do you mind if I get on top of you?”

“Not at all.”

He flops onto his back, and holds his arms out for you. You climb on top of him and straddle his legs. You lean down and start kissing again. Years ago, you would have been happy to have a guy like Harry grab at you the way he did. You were so flattered that he just wanted to rip your clothes off. But his quick hands triggered you for a moment. Your tongue slips into his mouth, and molds together with his. You missed the taste of him. Your thoughts trail to the other night, when you had to touch yourself at the thought of him.

He presses his hips to you, and you roll yours down on him. He reaches around to your ass and squeezes your cheeks in his big hands. You moan into his mouth, and tug at his shirt. He sits up slightly so you can lift it off him. Your hands trace over his tattoos, and your mouth connects with his earlobe. You grind down on him while he presses his hips up to you again. You move against him faster and faster.

“Oh, Harry.” You say into his neck. One hand in his hair and the other on his chest.

“Come for me baby.” He says into your ear.

“You know, while you were away I thought of you.” You say to him in a low voice, while you continue to grind against him.

“Tell me about it.”

“I thought of having your head between my legs, and it made me so hot.”

“I thought of you too. I thought of those lips wrapped around me.”

“Oh god.” Your hand claws at his chest as you come undone. “Holy shit.” You press your head into his neck, and you lay on top of him.

He tries to move so he can look at you, but you hide your face with your hands. You feel his body move from laughter.

“Don’t get shy on me now, baby.” You mumble something, and he pulls your hands away. “Pardon?”

“I said, I can’t believe I just told you that.” Your cheeks are beat red.

“Why? Nothin’ wrong with a little dirty talk.” He smiles at you.

“So, you, uh, thought of me sucking your dick?”

“Yup. Although, I don’t think the memory did it justice.”

“How would you like a new memory?”

You reach down and unzip his jeans. You scoot down between his legs, and tug his pants down just below his butt, bringing his boxers with them. His hard dick slaps his stomach, as it comes out of his pants. You lick your lips, and wrap your mouth right around him. He hisses at the incredible sensation. His hands go right into your messy bun, and presses his hips up to go deeper into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, and you try to take more of him. Your eyes fill with tears as you feel yourself almost gag on him. He needs this, he needs you to take it all right now, so you continue.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come baby.” He says through gritted teeth. You look up at him, and make sinful eye contact while he fills your mouth and throat with his hot liquid. This time you take it much better, and you’re able to not choke on him. You keep it all in your mouth, and you contemplate spitting, but you see him watching you. You take big gulp, and swallow everything. He leans up, and pulls down onto his chest. “You’re so good at that, you have no idea how fucking good that feels.” He says stroking your head.

“I think I have a little idea.” You say looking up at him. “Are you hungry? I got some fresh sushi and it’s in the fridge.”

“Sushi would be great.” Harry pulls his pants back up, and follows you to the kitchen.

You pull the sushi out of the fridge, and Harry wraps his arms around you.

“What kind ya get?”

“I got a sweet potato roll and an avocado roll.”

“Oo, my favorite.” He kisses you on the cheek.

You both dig into the sushi, and it’s gone in minutes. Harry leans against the counter, and just looks at you.

“What?”

“Nothing, I’m just glad you’re here.” You lean into him and wrap your arms around him.

“I’m so happy you’re home. I missed you.”

“I missed you too, love.” He kisses the top of your head, and pulls you in closer to him. “Whatcha do this weekend?”

“I hung out with Rachel Friday night, and then Niall and I hung out yesterday. It was nice to catch up with him. Him and Sarah are doing really well, he likes her so much.”

“I’m glad you got to see your friends. If there’s ever a weekend I take up too much of your time, just tell me. I don’t want to keep you from you from them.” You step back to see him more clearly.

“You’re not keeping me from anyone, babe. It’s not like I saw them all the time before we started dating anyways. I actually saw Niall more than the girls. It was hard to see them after everything happened, I sort of distanced myself. We all got together for my 24th birthday over the summer and it made me realize how much I missed hanging out with the girls, so they’ve slowly come back into my life.”

“Alright, I just want to make sure, that’s all.”

“What about you, do you feel like you’re not seeing your friends enough?”

“No, I see Niall plenty.”

“What about your other friends?”

“The lads all live a couple hours out, he’s my closest friend here.” He looks down then back to you. “I like spending my time with you.” You could melt at how sweet he is. You put a hand on his cheek.

“You are so sweet, you know that?” He takes you in to kiss you, and you sink into it. Before your eyes close, you realize it’s already after eight. “Shit, Harry, I gotta go.” His face falls.

“Why?”

“Because I need to get home, and meal prep. Then I need to fold and put my laundry away. I left it a mess on my bed.”

“I’m sorry, you spent so much time cleaning up my place…”

“No, no it’s okay. I got sort of carried away. I know when I go away I like to come back to a clean place, and I wanted to do the same for you.” You reach into your purse, pull out the key he gave you, and put it on the counter. Harry furrows his eyebrows at it.

“You…um…” He wants to tell you to keep it, so you can continue to come and go as you please, but he stops himself. It’s too soon for you to have a key to his place. “Thanks.” Is all he can think of to say. “For everything this week.”

“You’re welcome, happy to do it anytime.” You smile at him. “I better go.” You kiss him quick on the lips and head out.

Harry immediately takes his phone out and calls Niall.

“Hey mate, you back?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s up?”

“She gave me back my key.”

“Did she need to keep it?”

“I don’t know…she could have if she wanted to. She just took it out, without me even needing to ask, like she didn’t want it or something.”

“I think you’re reading too far into this, mate. Do you remember a few years ago when that girl you dated had to practically beg you for a key to your place? You freaked out and ended it. And you were with her for like seven months.”

“This is different, I didn’t feel the way about her the way I feel about (y/n), and that was back when I was like 23, I was a prick.”

“Yeah, you were. So why not tell she should keep it?”

“I didn’t want to seem clingy. Then she would feel obligated to give me one, and I didn’t want to pressure her. I almost fucked up tonight anyways.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when I got in she jumped on me, and I brought us over to the bed, and I got a little too frisky too fast, and she had to tell me to stop.”

“Oh, Jesus, is she okay.”

“Yeah, she was fine, we ended up, doing other stuff, but I could tell I fucked up. I hate this, that guy got to know her for like four dates?”

“You’re doing the right thing by being patient, just keep doing what you’re doing. It’ll be worth it. Hey can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“So, I’ve been seein’ Sarah for a couple of weeks, and you know I’m terrible at coming up with date ideas. I think she’s getting bored with just stayin’ in.”

“What does she like to do?”

“She likes going to the movies, but every time we do that we end up making out and missing the movie.”

“How old are you?”

“Normally I wouldn’t do something like that, but I can’t help it.”

“Okay, what if, um, what if the four of us went on a double date? We could go ice skating or something, the season is just starting up, so it won’t be crazy busy yet.”

“You and I always get so competitive on double dates though.”

“Oh stop, you mean you get competitive. I’m just myself. Besides, (y/n) has mentioned doing that a couple times, it could be fun. We could go Friday night after work.”

“Yeah, alright. Want me to ask her tomorrow?”

“I can ask my own girlfriend if she wants to go on a date, thanks.”

“I wasn’t talking about her, I was talking about Sarah.”

“Oh, right, yeah ask her tomorrow.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Harry hangs up, and sighs big. All he wants to do is shower, and get into bed.

Monday evening you get a call from Harry while you’re at the gym. Normally you wouldn’t answer, but you could tell his mood changed yesterday when you left that key on his counter. You thought you were doing what he wanted. Why would you keep his key? Wouldn’t that be too soon? You put down the weights you’re holding, and head near the locker room.

“Hey babe.” You say cheerfully.

“Hi love.”

“How was your day?”

“Good, I worked from home so I could sleep in a bit. I was wicked jet lagged.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. It’s nice you can work from home when you can.”

“Yeah. Um, do you have plans Friday night?”

“Not that I can think of, why?”

“Well, Niall and I were wondering if you and Sarah would want to go on a double date? We were thinking of ice skating.” You try to hide the squeal brewing.

“I would absolutely love that! And I know she would too, we love ice skating. Oh and the season is just starting too, this’ll be so much fun.”

“Great, I’m glad you’re into it.”

“I can’t remember the last time I’ve been ice skating, I’m so excited.”

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sunshinejihyun · 4 years

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You’re Freaking Out || Jumin Han

Summary: A rich corporate heir can’t find the time to date so he hires a senior in college to be his fake girlfriend

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Opening your email, your eyes widened as you saw an email address that you hadn’t seen in over five years: [email protected]. Clicking on the email, your eyes started welling up with tears as you thought of the first day you had met Jumin Han.

You leaned against the bar, taking a sip of your shirley temple before leaning over to the tall, dark haired man dressed in a three piece suit next to you. Brushing your hand over his shoulder, the guy turned to you with a hesitant look in his eyes. “What are you doing hanging over here by the bar, all by yourself?” Your hand was now resting on his shoulder and his right hand on your waist. “Everyone’s staring at you, you could get anyone you want in this place if you were on the dance floor.”

“I’m here on official business: be the designated driver for my two idiot friends who are currently,” he gestured to the dance floor and there you saw a crowd surrounding two boys, one with bright red hair and one with blond hair, who were holding a small dance competition. “Acting like idiots.” You both giggled and you took that time to study the man. His smile was small but when he laughed his cheeks flushed. He was good looking but it was obvious he didn’t know it. “I’m Jumin, by the way.”

“MC.” You replied, staring at your new acquaintance just a little too long, making Jumin clear his throat awkwardly and scratch the back of his neck. “So, uh, Jumin. What do you do?”

It was a simple question, but when you asked, Jumin’s heart started racing. There was something different about you than other people. He wasn’t sure if it was because your gaze lingered on him longer than others–most people were intimidated by him–or if it was because you were at a bar on a Saturday night but instead of being out on the dance floor with a glass of whiskey, you were sitting at the bar drinking a shirley temple.

“I’m the director of C&R actually,” the man responded, shifting from foot to foot nervously. “What about you?”

“I’m a senior in college,” Jumin’s head whipped towards you and you rolled your eyes, sure of what was going to be his follow up question. “Don’t worry, I’m 23. Wanna check my ID?”

Jumin laughed and you found yourself wishing you could hear that sound again. “I’m good, thanks. Where do you go to college?”

“Oh, you know, around here.” You replied, giggling to yourself as you took another sip of your shirley temple.

“Okay, smartass.” Jumin’s head whipped towards the dance floor when he heard a scream and when you looked over as well, you had to bite your lip to stop the smile forming on your face. There, in the middle of the dance floor, was one of Jumin’s friends dancing butt naked and the other one was standing off to the side, obviously encouraging it. “Listen, I should probably drag their asses back to their house before they do something else they regret, but I’d love to see you sometime. Do you think I could get your number?”

“How do I know that if I give you my number, you’ll actually text or call? This could just be something you want to say to be nice and not hurt my feelings.” You replied, pulling your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, holding up your phone number for Jumin to see.

After typing the number in his phone, Jumin stood up straighter and adjusted the dress jacket he was wearing. Looking you in the eyes, he winked with a slow smile. “Believe me when I say this,” he brought your hand up to his lips, gently brushing then against the top of your warm hand, and taking pride in seeing your cheeks coloring a dark red. “I’ll call.”

Two days later, you were sitting in an almost empty library at 00:45 working on math homework when your phone started to ring. Picking it up, you noticed it was a number with an area code near here but a number you didn’t recognize. “Hello?”

“Good, you’re awake.” The voice was soft and the man sounded tired. Your lips quirked up in a smile when you realized that it was Jumin on the other end. “I called you when I got out of work without thinking of the time.”

“I’m gonna be awake for a few more hours, I have homework to finish.” You replied, turning part of your attention back to the math problem you were trying to work through. “You wouldn’t happen to be good with pre-calc, would you?”

Jumin laughed on the other end. This laugh was low, almost like he had been talking too much today and now just wanted to let whatever else he had to say out of his body. “I mean, I took it. I can try to help you, on one condition.”

You bit the eraser of your pencil, a wide smile taking over your face. “And what’s that?”

Jumin cleared his throat and you heard rustling on the other end before his voice came back. “Meet me for coffee. I’ll send you the address.”

He clicked off of the call and you quickly packed up your stuff, heading out the door of the library and making your way to the coffee shop Jumin had selected: an all night cafe that was only a block away from your campus. Walking in the door, you immediately saw Jumin and your heart fluttered. Instead of being dressed nicely like the last time you saw him, this time he was wearing a simple long sleeve shirt and jeans, a baseball cap on his head covering what you can only presume to be messy hair.

“You know, I’ve heard coffee at 1 in the morning isn’t very good for you.” You smirked, leaning on the table that Jumin was sitting at. He looked up, a small smile crossing his face, the same smile that he had already given you multiple times, and he stood up, pulling out a chair for you to sit down.

“Well, you’re here. That’s gotta prove something. Maybe that you like doing things that are bad for you.” He remarked, a light blush dusting your cheeks. “What’s your coffee order?”

“Vanilla latte with coconut milk please. Extra sugar.” You made yourself busy by pulling out your phone, texting your roommate, where you were and if you didn’t come home by 3:30 to come looking for you.

Placing a hand on your shoulder, Jumin set your coffee on the table and you smiled gratefully at him. “There is a reason I asked you here today.”

You laughed quietly and took a sip of your coffee. “You don’t sugar coat it, do you?” Jumin was still looking at you intently, his grey eyes seeming like they could pierce your soul, and you sighed. “What is it?”

“You’re gonna think this is crazy and maybe it is but,” he sighed, looking into his cup of black coffee and you smiled softly at him, trying to encourage him. “What would you think about coming with me to a party sometime?” You stared at Jumin, your mouth hanging open for a moment before covering your mouth, a giggle escaping as Jumin looked back at you, looking more nervous than before. “I mean, more than a party.” He took a deep breath, reaching across the table to grab your hand. “MC, I’d like to help you pay for college, so that you aren’t swimming in loans when you’re done this year. And the only condition for that is that I ask you to come to work parties and events with me and pretend that we’re dating. I’ll pay for outfits for you to wear, you won’t have to spend a cent on this.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jumin. “Why me? You could get anyone you want for free. Hell, you could get me for free. Why help me pay for college?”

Jumin bit his lip, taking rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb. “I’m not good with relationships; work gets in the way too often. It’s hard to make dates. But, everyone at work wants me to settle down and my father is trying to arrange a marriage for me, so I figure that with this… arrangement, that you and I can both get what we need at the moment: someone who I can take out without any strings attached,” Jumin stopped and smiled sheepishly at you. “Besides the obvious one, of course. And, if you come with me to enough events, you’ll graduate with no dept.”

You sighed and pulled your hand away from Jumin, looking at him intently and noticing the way he was biting the inside of his cheek. “I don’t know about this,” you replied honestly and you saw his chest fall slightly. “What happens when I graduate and don’t need money?”

Jumin released his cheek and he cleared his throat. “Well if you wish, after you’re graduated, you could continue to join me as my dates at events. I would just pay you through paypal. Every time you come to an event, $800 get slipped into your account at the end of the night. That with a new outfit is easily $1,000 every time you come with me for a few hours.”

You laughed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “This is all crazy.”

Jumin looked at you and smiled, his eyes crinkling as he made eye contact with you. “I’m sensing a ‘but’ with that statement.”

“But, I gotta say, Jumin. You make it pretty hard for someone to say no. Pampering them with new outfits and promising that they will graduate with no debt AND getting to spend a night on the arm of a really attractive guy? Count me in.”

Jumin’s eyes widened and you grinned at him as the realization of what you just agreed to dawned on him. “I promise you, you won’t regret this.”

The promise he made was good at first, he pampered you like a princess and made you feel like one too.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Jumin asked, his hand brushing yours lightly as you handed him the bag containing a dress that he had bought you for your first outing as a ‘couple’. “I would usually just have ordered a dress for you from my tailor but I wanted you to pick one out that you’d be comfortable in.”

“Honestly, I’m a little nervous,” you admitted and he shot you a reassuring smile and pointed towards the food court.

“You hungry?” when you shook your head no, you and he continued on your way out of the mall. “You have nothing to be nervous about, MC. I’ll be there the entire time and all you have to do is smile and nod and try not to say anything too embarrassing about me.”

“So you wouldn’t like it if I shared how we bonded over our shared love of the Sherlock Holmes TV show?”

As his driver started the car, Jumin sent you a look that you could tell was him warning you that he was not amused. “And while you’re at it, you should also share that I love to sing karaoke. You know, if you’re planning on airing some of my dirty secrets.”

You playfully gasped, and clutched his arm slightly as he pulled out his phone. “You do?? How come we haven’t sang karaoke together?”

“Maybe someday,” he replied as the car pulled into your driveway. “I trust I can leave you to get ready by yourself? I’ll be back in three hours.”

“Oh, whatever will I do without you in that time?” You teased as you stepped out of the car. “Seriously, I’ll make myself look professional but hot at the same time; you won’t be able to keep your eyes off of me.”

“You wish,” Jumin called out his window as he pulled off and you found yourself blushing as you watched him go. Maybe he was right, maybe you did wish Jumin wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of you.

“So where are we going?” You asked as you settled in the back seat of Jumin’s car for the second time in the same day.

“We’re having a company party at a bar to celebrate opening a new pharmaceutical branch.” Jumin responded, eyes glancing over your body. “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” you blushed and Jumin smiled lightly to himself as he saw your cheeks flush pink. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He didn’t respond, just watched as you fiddled with the radio and happily settled on a song he hadn’t heard since he was in high school, sitting in the back of his best friend, V’s, car and hiding out during lunch. After a moment of hearing you singing along to it, Jumin surprised you and himself by joining in with you and instead of either of you saying anything about it, you both continued to sing.

You weren’t a good singer, not by a long shot, and when Jumin started singing, you could tell that he wasn’t either, which made the whole thing so much better, especially since this was the most relaxed you’ve seen him since you met. His whole face lit up and he looked so carefree, not worrying about any paperwork he was supposed to be signing, or how you and he were going to pull off tricking his entire office tonight. He looked like he was supposed to: a 27 year old who wasn’t supposed to have worry lines covering his forehead yet.

“We’re here,” Jumin stated as the car rolled to a slow stop. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I can be,” you sighed out and Jumin gently grabbed your chin, facing you to him.

“You’re gonna be great,” he whispered and brushed his lips lightly over yours. “For good luck.”

You smiled back at him as you rubbed your thumb over your lower lip. “For good luck,”

Walking in to the bar, your heart was hammering in your chest. Jumin could tell and instead of saying anything, he opted to rub soothing circles over your hand with his thumb as he went through the motions of introducing you to all his friends from the firm.

“So Jumin, you doin’ karaoke tonight?” The redhead you saw the first time you met Jumin asked, nudging Jumin in his side and your date laughed as he made eye contact with you.

“Only if you can convince MC to do it with me. We had a pretty good jam session on our drive over here.”

You laughed as the boy looked at you with pleading eyes. “Jumin and I both sounded horrible, I think it would be a great travesty if you got either of us up on stage.”

Jumin rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand as some of his friends all but pushed him to the front, pulling you onto the stage as he stumbled up as well and you smiled as he whispered to the DJ what song you would be singing.

“Girl, you’re freaking out…”

Jumin’s promise that you wouldn’t regret agreeing to his arrangement lasted for a while, but a few months later and four parties later, all good things came to an end eventually and sadly, that included how good together you and Jumin were.

Kissing the top of your forehead, Jumin pulled you closer. Burrowing yourself further into his chest you smiled softly. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” he replied, running his hand up and down your bare arm. “What are you in the mood for breakfast?”

“Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment?” You asked, sitting up, pulling his grey duvet up and around your shoulders.

“What’s wrong?” Jumin sat up as well, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and you looked at his face, studying his features closely before taking a deep breath.

“I don’t think you should pay me anymore.” Jumin’s breath caught in his throat and you looked down at your lap.

“Is this your way of telling me you don’t want to see me again?” He asked, removing his arm from around you. “After the night we just had?” He gestured to both of your naked bodies and you bit your lip, trying not to smile.

“No, I’m saying I want to see you. Without being paid.” You took a deep sigh and kissed his cheek. “I don’t want to be paid anymore because I’m in lov-”

“Don’t say that, MC. You don’t love me. You love this fancy lifestyle and the money I give you.” Jumin got up, collecting your clothes that were scattered on the floor. “I think it’d be best if you go for now.”

“What? Jumin, why-”

“Because I am in love with you, MC. And you’re not in love with me. So I don’t think that we should keep this arrangement anymore. This relationship would never work between us. You’d soon fall out of love with me when you actually got to know me.” Jumin pulled on some navy blue boxers and a light grey tee shirt as you dressed yourself in the outfit Jumin had bought for you the night before.

“That’s not true, Jumin. I do know you! I know that when you’re stressed, you bite the inside of your cheek. I know that you still keep in touch with your high school best friend, V, and that you guys are in a charity organization along with some other people you care for, even though you wouldn’t admit you do. I know-”

Jumin cut you off with a kiss and you moved to wrap your arms around him but he pulled away before you could. “Goodbye, (MC).”

Blinking back tears, you looked back at the email you had clicked open. It was an invitation to his 32nd birthday party, that night, at a new karaoke bar right down the street from the apartment you were renting with your friend Katherine.

“Hey, Kath. What do you say about going out to that karaoke bar tonight?”

Walking in the bar, you quickly made eye contact with Seven and he smiled widely making his way over to you. “MC! So nice of you to join us, haven’t seen you in quite a while.” You saw him give you a sad look and you know Jumin told everyone else what had transpired between the two of you. “You looking for Jumin?”

“Actually, I was hoping to surprise him, do you think you could help me?” You smiled at Seven as he nodded enthusiastically, continuing to nod as you filled him in on how you wanted to surprise Jumin. “He’s either gonna be super mad or swept off his feet, and I’m not sure which one I should plan for.”

“MC, take this from me: he still loves you way more than he should after five years.” He laughed and checked over his shoulder. “He still brings you up in conversation that’s just like ‘MC would love this’ talking about something stupid like a movie or song.”

“So you’ll help me?” You asked hopefully as you and Seven made your way to the DJ.

“If it means he’ll stop pining over you and just be in love with you, yes.” He laughed and you leaned into the DJ and told him what you wanted to do.

“Okay so we don’t normally do this, but can Jumin come on stage?” You watched from standing behind Seven, and trying to blend into the crowd as Jumin confusedly walked up.

He looked good, wearing the same suit you always saw him in. He looked more sad too though, almost like he was searching for something he knew wasn’t gonna be there.

As the opening chords to ‘Girl, You’re Freaking Out’ came on, Jumin laughed to himself, almost like this was a cruel joke being played on him before beginning to sing hesitantly. After he completed the first verse and intro, you stepped onto the stage from your hiding spot. “Boy, you’re freaking out,”

His head whipped to yours, a look of disbelief on his face as you continued to sing the song that you both had first sung five years ago and when you both sung “well, I’m all in” Jumin hesitantly held your hand in his own, smiling down at you as you squeezed his own.

After the song had ended, Jumin led you quietly outside and when you two were out of the hecticness of the bar, you two finally spoke. “I didn’t think you’d come,”

“I didn’t think I would either,” you admitted, laughing slightly. “But, then I thought back to the night we first met. And all our other firsts, and realized that what we had was too good just to throw away. Because Jumin, I still love you after all this time. You were wrong when you said I was in love with your lifestyle, because it was you, and always you.”

Jumin chuckled and kicked at an invisible rock. “I was so stupid that day. I panicked and instead of telling you that I wanted the same thing, I pushed you away because I was scared and then sat for five years thinking about how much of an idiot I was that day, because I still love you too. More than you could ever know.”

Standing in silence for a few moments, you cleared your throat. “I thought about texting, emailing, or calling you. So many times. But I was scared. Scared you wouldn’t answer, or scared you would and I would have no idea what to say.”

“I honestly didn’t even send out that invitation to the party,” Jumin admitted, brushing his hand softly against yours. “Jaehee did everything. She joked about inviting you but I didn’t think she was serious.”

Laughing, you and Jumin both wrapped your arms around each other and you both just stood holding each other on a cool October night, the bass of the music from the bar vibrating the sidewalk.

“I missed you,” you whispered and Jumin kissed your forehead before guiding your lips softly to his own.

“I missed you too.” He responded and as he held you, you felt the safest you had felt in years and you knew that this was right where you were meant to be.

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writingforyourpleasure · 4 years

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Warning : A lot of fluff ahead NSFW / smut but like fluffy

« Gee are you home ? » You shouted in your lobby getting off your shoes .

The dark haired men peeked his head at the end of your hallway glancing at you without saying any words , like a shy child, you laughed. Once your boots off your feet you walked over to the living room, where you guessed Gerard was sitting since he was still watching you as you walked over. As you entered the room you were greeted by the sight of Mikey and Ray slumped on your couch facing you, while Gerard and Frank were in two armchairs with their backs just in front of you.

« Ho hey guys, What’s up ? »

You weren’t surprised to see them here since it was Saturday night and they usually hang out in your loft the weekend when you were off to work, and sometimes stayed over . It was already 3am30 and judging from all the empty beer bottles and pizzas box on the coffee table between the two duos they’ll probably all were gonna stay over for a sleepover . But you were used to it from now . Plus they were always fun to be around since you became friends with them pretty soon after you guys first meet.

You kissed them hello, starting by Ray and Mikey and finishing with Frank and getting up going in the kitchen . A bottle of beer in your hand you went back to the living room where you sat on the carpet , listening to what Frank explained to Ray while as Mikey did the same as you. You suddenly heard a whisper on your left trying to catch your attention.

« Why am i the only one not allowed to have a kiss on the cheek ? » pouted Gerard.

You rolled your eyes , taking one of the last slices of pizza on the coffee table.

« Because You already get to see me everyday Way. »

As if he agreed he returned his attention on the discussion soon after that. You and Gerard known each other during a party where neither of the two of you really knew someone. Both of you stayed all night next to the alcohol table, so you decided at some point to talk to the guy, the two of you talked for a while it was nice. You both got along really well and as the party flowed you approached the subject that you were trying to move out from your parents house and already made some visits, then Gerard’s face brightened and told you he was too. The night moved fast as you changed topics along it and around five in the am during a very drunken state of mind you both made this crazy plan to visit apartments together and split the month rent. After that the owner of the house kicked you out, and Gerard accompanied you to your parents house on walk. You , then, asked if he wanted to crash at your place , being already six am and being still slightly drunk even if the walk helped. He accepted and you both got into your 1 place bed , both of you just in your t-shirts and underwear.

After that night you and Gerard saw each other pretty often and soon he became one of your closest friends. You didn’t talk about the drunken idea to move in together before six months after that night. You found an apartment within a month and moved in together in a old red bricks lot on the third floor. That was a little over one year ago .

You got up joining Frank who went in the kitchen at the research of more beer bottle for all of you. You saw him looking lost in the middle of your kitchen.

« Here. Take one , I’ll take the other. » You said grinning at him, pointing at the two beer pack of six behind the bin. He gently smiled and nodded in agreement giving you one of the two and taking the other one under his left arm and followed you back to the living room where Gerard was the first to grab a bottle from his pack. You sat yours on your right, near the armrest of the couch on Mikey’s side. The night went along nicely, Frank, Mikey and Gerard were discussing music while you and Ray were at one of the two windows of your living room smocking while talking about the little birthday party he was having at your place since he still lived at his parents house . Gerard and you told him immediately that he could make it at your place when he started talking about his birthday. You weren’t the kind to often go to parties, but you knew it would only be a small thing and you trusted Ray more than any of the guys.

Later, around five in the morning, you all agreed to go to bed being all pretty smashed . Since you only got two bedrooms on opposite sides of the apartment, your bedroom being close to the entrance and the kitchen, Gerard’s room was close to the office and the kitchen. One of the boys, when it wasn’t you or Gerard turn, had to crash on the couch, while two duos would be sleeping in the bedrooms. Tonight, was Frank’s turn to sleep on the couch, you end up sharing a bed with Gerard this time, while Mikey and Ray would share one.

« Your bed or mine ? » You said glancing at your roommate as the rest of your friends were gathering up in the kitchen and Frank already was asleep on your couch snoring a little bit.

« Huh does it bother you if we take mine this once ? It’s just, whenever one of us is not sleeping with them , I always told the guys to sleep in mine not to have them destroying your room so… » He said pursing his lips questioningly.

« No it’s completely fine ! And they can use my room whenever they need , it doesn’t bother me the slightest you know ? They’re my friends too after all. » You smiled.

You went to your room to grab a faded gray large T-shirt with the Tarot’s signs on it, plus a basic yellow panties and your toothbrush. You went to Gerard’s room to change, while he was explaining to Ray and Mikey that they were going to sleep in my room. You got out of the room, after brushing your teeth, heading to the living room and hugging your friends goodnight . Gerard got into his room to change, as Mikey and Ray went to theirs and after that you turned off the rooms lights. You kissed Frank’s forehead before adjusting his plaid and joining Gerard to his room.

Once the door of Gerard’s room closed the dark ate the room, you couldn’t see shit, and were seriously struggling to find the bed. You could hear Gerard’s chuckle and helped yourself by the sound of it, you made it alive to the bed . You were starting to discern forms into darkness of the room, like Gerard’s body frame which was facing you in the large bed.

You felt his breath on your lashes. Wash he really this close ?

« Hey ? » you whispered ,as if inhaling was forbidden, to your friend looking into oblivion .

« Ya … ? » Breathed out Gerard with a dry throat.

« Do you remember how small my teenage bed was ? »

He chuckled at the memory of it. « I sure do ! Every time we were laying on it , I wandered when one of us will fall off of it. » You both chuckled quietly trying not to make too much noises for the others.

« We did fall in the end, remember ? » he quickly added.

« How could I forget ? » you laughed smiling at the memory

« It’s freezing cold… » shivered Gerard. You knew he was right because you were in January and you and Gee never turned up the heater because it costed too much and you nearly arrived to pay rent every month so this luxury was clearly out of reach for both of you.

« Is it ? »You said with a mischievous smile on your lips before landing both of your freezing feet on Gerard’s legs.

He hissed at your attack squirming beneath your touch while you chuckled devilishly . You stopped yourself realizing something.

« You only are in your boxers ? » you breathed out thinking out loud. Your throat was dry.

« And you, in your panties , so ? » He brushed off amusement clear in his sooth voice never above a whisper since you started talking.

« Yeah but I always did ! You never slept without your Pj’s pants before , unless you didn’t bring them with you ! » You huffed, still not moving away your feet off his skin.

« Really ? … Never paid attention »

Suddenly, as you and Gee were confined in silence, you started to be more than aware of the situation. You both were kinda drunk, not much dressed and very close, chest almost touching. Something started playing with the hem of your shirt tugging slightly on it, so you started playing with the hem of his shirt too , not really knowing what to expect . Then your hand brushed slightly against his hipbone, skin meeting skin, his breath came to a stop. You got scared.

« I’m sorry I shouldn’t had-«

« It’s okay … » he reassured you , shifting closer to you, both of your chests colliding together and your nooses bumping against one another.

Your fingers started tracing little stars on his abdomen and you were furiously blushing, thankfully it was too dark for him to see. His long fingers slipped under your shirt to settled under your breast drawing the limitation of it. You moved one of your hands to his right nipple playing with it between your thumbs as his breathing grew heavier. He copied your movements and your breath hitched in you throat.

« Can I ? » You whispered ,tugging on his shirt, the odor of alcohol floating between the two of you . He slowly nod, giving you the green light you needed to. His shirt was thrown somewhere on the ground as he did the same with yours. Once both bare chest, you showed both of your arms around him sighting happily as you felt each other skin. Soon a pair of hands came up to your jaw stroking it sweetly , an awkward silence of hesitation hanged between the two of you , until his lips landed on yours and it felt right, your mind was peaceful and you couldn’t get enough of it . Then you slide your tongue inside his mouth tasting nicotine and cheap alcohol, not that you minded. You had to admit it, Gerard was a pretty good kisser. Once his tongue slides against yours, everything seemed to get more passionate and want was radiating from both of you, you straddle him , pressing both of your hands against his naked chest to maintain him against the mattress telling him not to move. You grind against hip a little unsure of your movements, his hands came to your hips accenting your action as both of you yelped at the friction. You were quite taken aback by the feeling that washed you over, feeling his bulge against your core , but you came back to your sense pretty quickly , giving him a chaste kiss , descending to his neck and starting to suck his pale skin giving a few tongue strokes against it. He grunted against your ear , sending shivers through your whole body. You moved to his right nipple biting it sweetly, you felt him tense beneath you , his grip on your hips much more tight . You started to grind on him once again much more confident now, your breath grew heavier, each seconds that was passing by, as did Gerard’s . You looked at his face , he had his eyes closed and his bottom lip between his teeth as his hips meet yours. His hands started to touch your chest caressing it gently , you grinded even more against him, his hands weren’t so gentle after that. His eyes flew open looking at you with dilated pupils and glassy eyes and an expression on his face that you hadn’t had the chance to ever see before. Gentle yet, full of want. You kissed him once again , wrapping him in your arms . You both continued to make out a little dizzy coz’ of the alcohol and the sensation of him just inhibiting all your senses. Gerard was now sitting with you still straddling him . Here you were making out at 5am30 with your best friend on his Stars Wars bedsheets with 3 of your friends sleeping not far from you. But you didn’t really needed a reminder of that , you just needed to remain silent. Hard to do when someone very hot is panting slightly against your right ear and licking slightly your neck. Your own breathing was becoming more pronounced and faster. His hands were all over the place. You kissed him once more biting into his lips and soon both of your tongues were moving in sync, his hands moved from your belly to your hair pulling it shyly, earning a groan out of you. You copied him pulling slightly at his hair , earning a yelp from his side. You broke the kiss to take a breath , and both of you just looked into each other’s eyes for a few seconds still loudly panting . Your right hand traveled from his dark locks, to his belly ,then resting calmly against his hip , to finally brush over his length above his underwear . His forehead felled against your right shoulder, hiding his expression of pleasure from you , he bite back a moan , panting even louder instead. You gave a few hesitant strokes before going for it entirely, sliding your hand under the cloth . You started your movements at a slow pace, his mouth landed on yours sharing a needy kiss as you pleased him . You slowly opened your eyes to admire his face , his eyes were closed , his mouth hanged open his cheeks were colored by a soft shade of pink . It was mesmerizing. suddenly his finger found their way to your core sliding under your panties . You yelped surprised by the cold finger sliding in ,at a slow pace matching yours, against your clit . His eyes opened and for the first time you saw his pupils glassy and blown with lust , surely matching yours . He rested his cheek against yours whispering to your ear.

“Jeez , Y/N , What are you doing to me ?”

Your moaned in response , concentering on your task. His breath was itching and tickling against your ear.

“ You’re , so hot Gee…You’re doing so w-well … I …. I -I want you to cum for me lo-love.” Your breathed just above a whisper , having difficulties to think clearly your mind racing with sinful thoughts.

Gerard moaned loudly catching himself a little too late to be quiet . Your movements were much faster now and his moan maked you moaned but quieter in response. Your panting , breathing and moans were like a song to your ears, you felt so intimate and connected with Gerard at this very moment. His digits were circling around your clit making you lean into his touch . He flashed you a cocky grin. You pleased him teasing him too ,by spreading his pre-cum all over his length and playing with his head moving at a very slow and torturous pace, at the same time your left hand find it way to his hair locking itself into his dark locks petting his hair gently before pulling it earning a low moan from him. You were now the one having a cocky grin on your lips as you pulled his head out of the side of your cheek admiring him for a few seconds before pulling his hair, yet again. His eyes looked really glassy now as if he was on the edge of crying from pleasure , his mouth forming a perfect “o”. It suited him, you thinked. Your strokes became sloppy and his were faster . You felt the orgasm building into your stomach , the heat of it was such a pleasant thing . You know it would be a strong one at the sensation of it in your lower half and the delicious buzzing running through your ears .

“G-Ge-Gee I….I’m clo-close” You whispered closing your eyes feeling it building up .

“No, No babe look at me . W-w-want to se-see you” He stuttered out .

You shut your eyes open , your lips parted as his fingers were pushing you over the edge , finally you came hard , still trying to be quiet but not sure it worked , Gerard’s name on your lips as he caught you with his lips . You strokes were faster and even more sloppier than before and Gerard came a few minutes after you biting your shoulder to mute his strong moan . You loved it and kinda hoped it would leave a mark on you . Love bites were your favorite thing even if you didn’t tell a living soul about it .

You both took several minutes to find your breath again and riding off your orgasm . You gently stroked his hair. His arms were still warped around you. He placed a lazy kiss against your neck, still not letting you have a proper look to his face. Before you knew it , he sunk down into his mattress bringing you along in his fall . You were now cuddling against his chest, you blushed furiously at this . You knew it was probably stupid given the situation, but it was somewhat almost as much intimate than what the two of you just did . Yet it wasn’t like You and Gee never cuddled up like this , but usually it was with more clothes between the two of you.

“Shit , it’s f’king cold in here …” Gerard’s voice seemed to wake you up from you thoughts , because as soon as he said it , you shivered, well it could have been because of him too but you could feel the cold air of the room dancing on your skin . Gerard showed you off his chest to get up , looking for your clothes . Somewhat the room seemed ten times colder without the feeling of his chest rising up and down against your ear. You were now just laying on the right side of his bed looking up at the celling and the dozens of neon stars glued to it . You heard him shuffling around the room looking for something much warmer than what you dressed yourselves in to sleep.

“Find it ! “ He said victoriously showing off two grey sweaters and one black jogging .

The mattress sunken once he was back in bed . You quickly dressed yourself up taking the grey sweater and the black jogging , leaving him the second sweater and only his boxer but he didn’t seemed to mind much. As he went to finally lay down again , a shy knock made itself know coming from Gee’s bedroom door. You and Gee shared a look of terror , praying for it not to be the guys telling them that they heard everything …. Mikey mostly .

“Guys I know you’re up , I heard you walking around the room earlier .”

It was Frank.

You gave a questioning look to Gerard .

“Huh.Yeah dude ? C’mon in?”

“Finally! “Frank opened the door loudly not caring all that much if he were to wake up Ray and Mikey and walked up to the bed before laying between the two of you without even asking . As always Frank . Nothing surprised you coming from him anymore, and you didn’t even meant it in a wrong way.

“What’s up Frank? “ You said playing the nonchalant card hoping he hadn’t heard anything from earlier.

“Well I just woke up to a freezing to death room , Here is what’s up Y/N!” He said afflicted. ”Sooo….. I was hoping to stay in here for the night if that’s okay with you? “ You gave a curious look to Gee nodding slightly not minding all that much.

“Yeah sure dude …” Said Gerard quietly smiling weakly at Frank then giving you a long stare while Frank was shuffling up in a curious position .

“Goodnight guys” You said sticking up to one side of Frank , giving a small smile to your best friend .

Frank was already falling asleep by now .

“Sleep tight Y/N…” Smiled Gerard before closing his eyes.

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