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nadvs · 1 month

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watch and learn (part one)

pairing fratboy! rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

content warning drug and alcohol use

summary it takes one conversation with your college dorm neighbor to know you won’t get along. rafe is loud, rude, and short-tempered. after he overhears you talking about a disappointing fling, he loses his confidence in his sexual abilities and suggests you start hooking up to both improve your skills in the bedroom. you can’t stand him, but it’s too good of an offer to turn down.

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At first, you cut your neighbor some slack. Over freshman welcome week, you figured it wouldn’t be reasonable to expect him to be quiet.

But it’s Thursday of week two, well past quiet hours, and the bass of his music is nearly making your bed shake.

You assumed the guy you’ve heard but haven’t seen yet would settle down once classes were underway. So much for that.

You have a lecture early tomorrow. It’s past midnight and his music and loud conversations are still drumming through your wall.

You’d call the resident advisor, but you’d rather talk to him yourself so not to risk any bad blood that could form from you snitching on him. You sigh, get out of bed, and decide to finally face him.

Rafe takes another hit of his joint, leaning back in his desk chair while three of his frat buddies talk about the past week of rushing.

He just got accepted into his top choice frat and he’s elated. And if he proves himself, he’ll be able to move into the Sigma Chi house next semester.

He probably will never get used to living in such a small room compared to the mansion he grew up in, but at least the frat house will be an upgrade.

“Dude, I think someone’s knocking,” Blake says, slapping Rafe’s knee.

“Oh, shit,” Rafe laughs, high out of his mind. He pauses the music and ambles out of the circle he’s been sitting in.

When he opens the door to see a girl in pajamas looking up at him, her arms crossed and her lips pinched, he’s taken aback for a second. Damn, you’re pretty.

“Hi,” you say, failing to force a smile at the man towering over you. The smell of weed hits you instantly. “I live next door. I wanted to ask if you could please keep it down?”

He grimaces as his unseen friends jeer behind him. You notice the Greek lettering on his t-shirt. A frat boy. Of course.

“You’re in trouble, Rafe!” one of them taunts.

He props a big arm against his doorframe, his blue eyes trailing down your body.

“Were we being loud?” he teases, purposely playing dumb. He’s obviously wasted. And is giving off strong fuckboy vibes.

“I have an early class tomorrow,” you try to explain. “Can you at least keep the music off?”

“What, you don’t like it?”

“Listen… Rafe, right?” you say. He nods, his grin still so fucking smug. You tell him your name. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s fun, but-”

“That’s kind of what you’re doing,” Rafe interrupts. The way your face screws up when you’re pissed off is too cute for him to stop fucking with you.

“Don’t you have a frat house you can do this at?” you finally snap, gesturing to his t-shirt.

“You telling me I can’t be in my own room?” Rafe says, annoyance starting to prick at his skin.

“Not if you’re gonna keep people up,” you say.

“Turn around.”

“What?” you snap.

“I wanna know if I can see the stick up your ass from here,” he says.

His friends explode in laughter and he looks back with a wide smile.

“I fucking hate frat boys,” you mutter more to yourself than to him. Rafe brings a hand up to his chest in mock offence. “And you’re not allowed to smoke in your room,” you add.

“You gonna tell on me?” He cocks his head, his hair falling over his forehead.

“Yeah, actually, I might.”

A man appears behind Rafe with a charming smile.

“Okay, okay,” he drawls to you, gesturing to dap Rafe up. “We should get going anyway.”

“Nah, man, you don’t have to,” Rafe says, immediately disappointed that his fun is ending.

“It’s late,” he says. The man nods at you with a smile.

“Blake,” he introduces himself to you. “Sorry about the noise.”

“Thank you,” you say through gritted teeth, wishing Rafe had half the manners his friend does. He shuffles past you, followed by two other guys who say their goodbyes to Rafe.

“Happy?” Rafe mutters, all the playfulness from his tone now gone.

“Thrilled,” you say, turning to get back to your room.

The next afternoon, you’re on the phone with your friend, Liv, as you make your way back to your dorm room after a full day of classes.

She’s trying to convince you to come to a party at a frat house tonight. You’re exhausted after a long day, but she’s right that you need some fun.

“I can’t be out long,” you say on the phone, pushing your key into the lock. “I’m tired. And honestly, already kind of stressed out over school.”

“Maybe you’ll meet a guy who’ll take your mind off things,” Liv suggests. You snort.

“The last guy I hooked up was such a disappointment,” you tell her. You try to twist your key. It won’t budge. “I almost faked my orgasm, then was like, it’s not even worth it.”

Liv laughs.

“They should know when they suck,” she says.

You wiggle your key, your fingers starting to hurt.

“Exactly,” you say. “Plus, he wanted to try this position and… I don’t know, I felt too nervous to do it. It was just a failure all around.”

Finally, your key twists and make it into your room, clueless to the fact that Rafe heard everything.

That night, you’re at the Sigma Chi house, two drinks in, when you spot your neighbor playing beer pong across the room. Shit. You’re sure this is his frat.

You already told Liv about your encounter with Rafe, so you nudge her and point him out.

“That’s my fuckboy neighbor,” you say.

“You didn’t mention how hot he is.”

“Wait until he opens his mouth,” you tell her, earning a laugh.

Honestly, Rafe does look good. He fills out his t-shirt so well, his backwards hat pushing his hair out of his handsome face.

Rafe glances around the crowded room and catches you staring at him. Even though you irritated him the first time you spoke last night, heat fills his body once he realizes your eyes are on him.

You quickly look away.

Despite how much of a tight-ass he thinks you are, he’s glad to see you tonight. What he overheard you say on the phone a few hours ago has been weighing on his mind. And his ego.

He finishes up his game of beer pong and the alcohol rushing through his system convinces him to find you and ask you what he’s been mulling over.

“Are you lost?” a voice says behind you.

You turn to look up at Rafe, who’s ducking down so you can hear him over the music. You glance back at Liv, who raises her eyebrows and turns away to give you privacy.

“Or do you actually know how to have fun?” he asks. You sigh as you glance back at him.

“I do, without the expense of people’s sleep,” you reply, a sarcastic smile on your face. “Crazy concept, right?”

“I figured it out,” he says. “Why you’re such a tight-ass.”

“I am not a tight-ass,” you reply.

“It’s ‘cause you can’t get off. I heard you,” he says. He sees embarrassment wash over your face. You know exactly what he’s referring to. “And I’m the loud one?”

You look away, regretting that you didn’t stop to think your voice would float into his dorm room. Fuck.

“Does that actually happen?” Rafe asks. “Girls fake orgasms?”

Your eyes dart up to meet his and you scoff a chuckle.

“Yes,” you say. “What, you didn’t know that?”

Rafe shakes his head. Admittedly, he’s been wondering if any girls faked cumming with him since he overheard you. It’s kind of a blow to his ego.

“Ouch,” you laugh, regaining your confidence. “Let me guess. You thought you had a perfect track record.”

“How can you tell that a girl’s faking it?”

You take a sip of your beer and he can’t help but notice the enticing way your lips look glossed with moisture.

“Every girl’s different,” you say. “But for the most part, you can… feel it. You know… down there.”

You’re glad you’re drunk for this conversation. You doubt you could have it sober.

“How?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“I’m not helping you with this,” you say. “Especially after you were such a dick to me.”

Rafe smirks, looking down. You notice he has really cute dimples. Shit. The fuckboy is charming you.

“Let’s start over,” he suggests. “I have an idea.”

“You can have those?” you ask.

“I heard you say you were nervous trying a new position,” Rafe says, ignoring your chide. You look down in unease again.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” he says. You look at him again, speechless over how forward he is. “We can help each other. You show me how to make a girl cum and how to know I actually did it. And I’ll let you practice whatever you want with me until you feel confident.”

You freeze for a second. Is he seriously suggesting you two fuck… to get better at fucking?

“Oh, you’ll let me?” you say, his proposal admittedly making your stomach numb with anticipation. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” Rafe says with a shrug. You realize he’s being totally and unabashedly serious. “What? Do you need time to think about it?”

You take another sip of your drink, the cold beer spilling down your throat.

He is insane. But he’s also attractive. Charming. Confident. Would it be so crazy to start hooking up with him?

You’d have the guarantee of an orgasm, without wondering if the guy you’re with cares enough about getting you there, and you’d get practice so you don’t feel as insecure next time you’re with a guy you actually like.

“I’m in, only if you promise to actually respect quiet hours from now on,” you finally say.

“Great sex isn’t a good enough deal?”

“Who’s to say it’ll be great?”

“So, I have to tiptoe around my own room,” he says, his temper flaring.

“If you consider not blasting music at night tiptoeing, then yeah,” you retort.

If Rafe wasn’t sure of it before, he is now: you’re hot when you’re pissed off.

“Fine,” he relents. He’ll probably be moving out next semester anyway. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and opens a new conversation. “Text yourself so I have your number.“

You hand him your cup in exchange for his phone. You send an eggplant emoji to your number. He takes a sip of your drink and you scowl.

“Are you that selfish in bed, too?” you say.

“You can let me know,” he quips. You roll your eyes at him and take your drink, giving him his phone back. Rafe chuckles when he sees the emoji you sent yourself.

“I will,” you promise. “I’ll call you out on everything you do wrong. If you can take it.”

“Okay,” he says. “Tonight?”

Wow. He’s eager. It’s kind of thrilling that he wants you this badly.

“Maybe,” you say. “If I’m not too tired when I get home, I’ll text you.”

Rafe’s chest tightens with excitement. His hot, mouthy neighbor is actually doing this with him.

“Sure.” Rafe juts out his bottom lip, nodding, as if this conversation is completely normal. He’s so casual about it. This feels unreal.

You give him a small smile. Probably the first genuine one you’ve offered him. Okay. You can admit to yourself that you’re looking forward to hooking up with him.

You stay at the frat house for another hour, hanging out with Liv and a few other friends you made, before you make it to your dorm just before midnight.

After changing into pajamas, and the nicest set of bra and panties that you own, you text Rafe: i’m home if you want to come over.

About ten minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. You open it to see Rafe standing with his hands stuffed in the pockets of his gray sweatpants.

You’re sure he knows how good he looks when you notice the outline of his length. He did this on purpose.

“Eager,” you say. “Were you already home?”

“I was quiet, huh?” he boasts, stepping into your room. He takes a second to soak in your space, eyes travelling over the way you’ve decorated.

“What the fuck? Your room’s bigger than mine,” he says.

“They’re all the same size.” You settle on your bed, glad he’s so comfortable about this, not making it awkward at all. Truthfully, the beer has worn off, and you’re kind of freaked out.

But this is what you’re doing this for. So you can stop being so nervous about sex.

“I’ll show you my room and you’ll see for yourself,” Rafe says. You watch him pace across your space to study the photos on your wall.

His eyes travel over the snapshots of you with your family and friends, your smile bright and pretty in every image.

With Rafe’s back turned to you, you take in the way his broad shoulders stretch out his white t-shirt. By the slight curve in his back, you can tell he’s not just lean, but muscular, too.

“How long are you expecting this… arrangement to go on for?” you ask.

“Until we’re both satisfied,” he says confidently, turning to meet your eyes.

“So, you’re aware you won’t be coming out of this with a girlfriend, right?” you assert.

While Rafe is attractive and charming, he’s also rude and narcissistic. You don’t want him to think you’re interested in him in that way. This isn’t a romance.

“Oh, yeah,” he huffs. “I’m not gonna be in college tied down to one chick.”

You scoff. Yup. Definitely no romance here.

“Maybe don’t call a girl a chick,” you say. “At least not to her face.”

“Right,” Rafe says with an easy laugh. He slowly steps towards you, his eyelids heavy as he looks down at you. “You have nice tits.”

You feel your skin burn, looking down at your chest in your tank-top. Rafe hardens the longer he looks at you.

“How sweet,” you say flatly.

Rafe smirks and sits down next to you, getting right to business as he pulls you in for a kiss. His lips are warm and surprisingly soft. He tastes like cinnamon toothpaste and smells like aftershave.

He’s a good kisser. But you expected as much. By his confidence and the fact that he prepositioned you the way he did, you can tell he’s experienced with girls.

You feel his hand slide up your body and squeeze your breast. You sit back, disjointing your lips.

“Slow down,” you tell him. “Do you always go right into groping a girl like this?”

“Yeah?” His brows furrow.

“Okay, some might like it,” you say. “But most want foreplay. You have to give me some time to get turned on.”

“Aren’t you already?” he asks. “We’re kissing.”

“We’ve been at it for like, a second, Rafe. Just because you’re…” You look down at the tent in his sweatpants. “Ready, it doesn’t mean I am.”

“So, what should I do?” he asks.

“Just… don’t rush,” you say.

Rafe nods and leans into kiss you again, his hand cupping your waist this time. He doesn’t usually like kissing that much, typically wanting to jump right into sex, but the way your tongue runs over his is actually sort of nice.

A few moments later, his fingers dip to pull your top off. When Rafe sees you in your bra, he swallows hard. Why does he feel like this is his first time seeing a half-naked woman?

Probably because he’s being graded, he realizes.

“Wow,” he breathes. You look down, scratching your neck. “Damn, you do get nervous.”

“What?” you say.

“When a guy says wow, take the compliment,” he states.

You shyly shake your head and pull him in for another kiss to brush past the moment. He catches on, pushing you back.

“I’m teaching you shit, too, remember?” he mutters. “Don’t be shy. You’re hot.”

“Alright,” you groan, tugging at his shirt. “Take this off.”

He smirks and obeys, hoping he at least partly got through to you.

When your eyes roam Rafe’s bare torso, your heart pounds harder.

You continue making out, and he eventually slowly unhooks your bra. He peels it off and slowly cups your breast, fondling and gently squeezing.

“Is this too hard?” he asks.

“No, it’s - it’s good,” you sigh. You remind yourself this is supposed to be instructional. “You should… um…”

“What?” he asks against your lips. “Stop being shy.”

“Play with my nipples,” you say, cheeks burning. “Some girls like that.”

“Do you?”

“Yes.” He looks down at your chest and softly pinches you, then rubs his thumb back and forth. “Good.”

Rafe is entirely hard now, your praise making him ache to be inside you. But he’s here to learn. He needs to go slower.

He dips to put his mouth on your chest, his lips locking around your nipple. You let out a shaky moan and he knows he’s doing something right.

Big hands gently press against your hips to push you onto your back. You settle on your firm bed, hands roaming over his smooth back.

He shifts to give your other breast the same amount of attention, coating your nipple in his warm spit. You bite your lip, feeling your stomach tighten in arousal.

“Can I go down on you?” he rasps.

You meet his eyes. Rafe realizes just how pleased you look already. It’s really gratifying.

“Yeah,” you whisper. He eagerly pulls down your bottoms and panties in one move, losing his breath when his eyes take you in.

“Goddamn.” His voice is strained. You’re already glistening and he wants to put his mouth on you immediately.

“Go slow there, too,” you say. “Kiss my thighs first.”

“Okay,” he says, nodding urgently. It’s satisfying seeing him listen to you like this, considering he doesn’t seem to care for rules.

Your thighs are so damn soft against his mouth. He peppers kisses up your skin. It’s taking all his willpower not to start eating you out right now.

Your breaths are shallow as he leaves languid, tender kisses on you. You feel his fingers stretch your lips apart and hear him sharply inhale.

“Now?” he asks impatiently.

“Yeah. Lick everywhere,” you say, “but pay the most attention to my clit. You know where it is, right?”

“I’m not that fucking helpless,” he mutters. You can’t help but laugh.

He lowers his mouth onto you and you tremble immediately. He laps at you for a few seconds, a groan escaping his lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste really fucking good.”

“Do you always talk like that?” you ask.

“Yeah, is it okay?” Rafe says, suddenly tense.

“It’s amazing,” you admit. “Keep doing it.”

“Yeah?” he says with a smile. He points his tongue over your clit, wriggling it over your flesh.

“That’s good,” you tell him. “Make your tongue flat, too. Switch between the two.”

You feel him nod against you, avidly taking every tip.

“And suck a little,” you tell him. Rafe didn’t think he’d like being bossed around, but the way you’re telling him what feels good and making him better at eating pussy is rewarding.

He starts to suck at your clit and the way you moan tells him everything he needs to know. He sucks harder and your breath gets shaky.

Rafe is desperate to see how the inside of you feels, even if it’s just with his fingers. He shifts to slowly dip a finger in your cunt and glances up to look at you.

“Can I finger you?” he says.

“Yes,” you nod. “It’s good to ask. Start with one.”

He slowly sinks into you, stopping at his knuckle. You’re so tight.

“Shit, baby,” Rafe whispers. “I know you’re gonna squeeze my cock so good.”

Your head is spinning. You’ve never had a man talk to you like this before. This is what you’ve been missing out on, hooking up with guys who didn’t care about your pleasure? It feels unfair.

He adds a finger, curling into you and feeling you clench around him as he continues to work your clit. You look down to enjoy the sight of his head between your legs, the tips of soft dirty blonde hair tickling your skin.

It’s intoxicating, being taken care of the way you want to be.

Rafe’s jaw starts to get sore, but your noises give him the drive to keep going. Eventually, your thighs press against your ears.

“I’m gonna cum,” you mumble. “Don’t stop.” Rafe’s stomach twists with excitement, fully alert and eager to take mental notes.

Your breath stops, your muscles tense, and your walls flutter around him as you meet your peak. Sparks of pleasure fire throughout your body and you tug at the roots of his hair.

He keeps sucking and licking and pumping his fingers until you shuffle beneath him, overstimulated.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Good, that’s good.”

Rafe sits up, his lips wet with your arousal. You look happy, yet somehow kind of guilty. He makes a mental note to figure out how to make you unashamed for having a sex drive.

The way you’re panting is making him so fucking turned on that it hurts.

“I need to fuck you,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say breathlessly, hoping he’d say that. “Do you have something?”

He nods, pulling a condom wrapper out of his pocket. He takes his pants and boxers off at the same time and he springs out.

You never thought you’d think a cock could be perfect, but there’s no other way to describe it.

He leans over you, looking down as he lines himself up and slowly sinks into you. You watch him shut his eyes with pleasure, but when he opens them again, you look down at his body.

“So shy,” Rafe teases, his voice thick. “Make eye contact.”

You listen to him, meeting his eyes. It adds an entirely new level of pleasure and vulnerability, looking at each other while he starts to rock in and out of you.

He starts to thrust faster, revelling in the way your tits are bouncing with his force. His strokes are deep and powerful and you whimper over how nice it feels.

His balls feel tight already. He never cums this fast. There’s something about you that’s making his body react like this. But knowing you already orgasmed, he doesn’t let himself overthink it.

“Feels good?” Rafe asks with amusement in his tone. You moan in response. At least he doesn’t need to improve on this part.

He goes harder, losing his rhythm as he reaches his climax, trembling over you. The way he breathes through it is so unbelievably hot to you.

Once Rafe slows down, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed against yours.

“How was that?” he mumbles.

“I don’t think your ego needs to get any bigger,” you say breathlessly. “But that was good.”

“Just good?”

You laugh. Okay, it was fucking mind-blowing. He doesn’t need to know that, though.

“Yup,” you say, patting his shoulder. “Let me up.”

“What - what could I have done better?” he asks, sitting up off of you, pulling out. “I listened to everything you said. I swear, I never cum that fast.”

You smirk. He’s desperate for the praise.

“Fine,” you say. “It was amazing, okay? Don’t let it get to your head, frat boy.”

It definitely gets to his head. You can tell by the way he’s smiling.

“What position did that guy want you to try? Wanna do it?” he asks. You shake your head in disbelief. He could probably go all night.

“Next time,” you say, exhausted, your muscles weak.

Rafe’s disappointed, but he doesn’t show it.

“Okay,” he agrees. “Next time.”

part two

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙎𝙐𝘾𝙆 & 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙒 ☆ 𝙨𝙖𝙥𝙣𝙖𝙥 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩

∘ request:

goddamn your writing is so good 🥵 any chance you’d be able to write something with sapnap where you’re both at a party and know each other through friends but not well and you’re both a bit tipsy and he just can’t control himself and drags you into a bathroom? kinda fluffy where there’s lots of kissing but also desperate and accidentally rough (because the idea of someone wanting me so much that they lose control is a major thing of mine)

∘ pairing: sapnap x fm!reader

∘ warnings: nsfw (18+), party scene, drinking, crude language

∘ links: ao3

∘ word count: ~2000

a/n: Thank you so much for the request! I literally have the exact same thing so i think we’re soulmates or something. I hope you enjoy!

For the duration of the day, you’d been waiting for this moment. Your hair tangling amongst itself as you danced to the music with a group of your friends was almost a baptism for you. No longer were you restricted into your business casual attire and socially acceptable behavior. Now you were free to forget your name and responsibilities as mashups of different genres of heavily bass boosted music pulsed in your ears.

The large house was swelling with people, melding together as if their lives depended on the superficial human connection the beat could bring them. Many of them you recognized from some of your lectures; it had been a day where your classmates had planned a party for someone’s birthday. You hated to admit it, but you didn’t know or care whose party it was, you were just happy to have an excuse not to study.

You’d already lost one of your rings and your clothes were sticking to your body from the layer of sweat glistening against your skin, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything. As cliché as it sounded, going to random college parties had equated to your own kind of religion. These senseless addresses were homes to a different kind of worship, but one you had quickly become devoted to. The smell of another girl’s perfume rubbing off on you and the nameless identity of the boy that offered you hard liquor were your new sacraments.

As the song died out, beginning a new string of beats to thunder around the room, you found yourself out of breath. You gestured to your friends that you were refilling your drink, but really you were in search of air that was a bit fresher. You wove through the heavy crowd, ending up in the kitchen and beelining for the fridge. There was a small group of boys standing around the keg, one of them filling his cup as they discussed something a few of them were getting heated about.

You tucked a cold water bottle against your side and grabbed a clean solo cup. As you got closer, you would hear what they were talking about. “I don’t know how you don’t remember that. It was like a big thing a few years ago?” One of them grumbled as his eyes narrowed at the liquid streaming into his cup.

“Sorry, Nick. I forgot they were selling kids on eBay. I honestly don’t see-” They continued on into overlapping ramblings that you couldn’t help but laugh at. One of them, that had been referred to as Nick, looked almost too familiar to you. Yet as you stood there, you couldn’t remember even if your life depended on it.

Nick’s eyes drifted to you as if just realizing you were standing there. “Sorry, do you refill?” He asked, mustering a somewhat shy smile. You snapped out of your train of thought, handing your cup to him.

“I didn’t mean to seem like a creepy, sorry,” you stated, sending him an awkward laugh. His lips parted in a smile. His dark hair was slightly ruffled, probably just from the weather earlier in the day. You weren’t sure if it was your slight buzz or the close proximity, but God, he looked good to you.

“No, I was hogging. It was my bad,” he answered. You brushed your hair off of your warm forehead and he looked up at you from what he was doing, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. “I think I know you from somewhere,” he mumbled before something clicked behind his eyes as he handed you your cup back. “Oh, you’re Clay’s friend, right? I’m his roommate, Nick.” At his words, your brain clouded with embarrassment as memories of him finally fled your brain.

You smirked slightly. “Oh! Yeah, sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look…” You paused for a second. Where were you going with this statement? Hotter? “Grown-up,” you wheezed, making him chuckle again. “- I mean, since freshman year English, I guess.”

He chewed the inside of his cheek, attempting not to grin wider. “Yeah, you look… grown-up too,” he offered, sending you a slight smirk. “It’s weird how close you and Dream are and I never see you around anymore,” he continued.

You chuckled a bit, wetting your lips. “Yeah, I told Clay I had a crush on you and he kicked me out,” you joshed, making him laugh. For as quiet as you remembered him being, you were shocked he was engaging with you in the way he was. Maybe it was just the atmosphere and the alcohol that had him loosened up. Whatever it was, you found yourself partnering with him in beer pong and spending most of the night at each other's side.

You sat closely to him on a couch in one of the several living rooms, your heads set close together as you listened to what he was saying over the music. “Hey, you too found each other,” a deep voice bounded, making you jump slightly, almost spilling your drink on Nick. Clay plopped down on the other side of you, wrapping his arm around the back of your section of couch to tug on Nick’s ear.

“Why didn’t you tell me Nick was a stud now?” you joked, slightly cringing about how bold you sounded. Nick chuckled at your words, swatting Clay’s hand away from him and taking another sip from his cup.

Clay setted further into the spot beside you. “You guys wanna play ‘suck and blow’?” He stated, more to the group of people around you guys. You furrowed your brows at him, almost wanting to roll your eyes at Clay’s blatant mission to set you and Nick up together. But who were you to avoid his attempts.

The card was passed successfully around the group, until it got to Clay, whose breath you could practically feel on the other side of the thick paper. You turned to give it to Nick but dropped it at the last second, making his lips press against yours. It was almost like he was expecting it because he was utterly calm at your action, nearing leaning in on his own accord. There were cat-calling noises made from the group as the kiss ended briefly. “Ope, looks like you guys are gonna have to leave the circle,” Clay stated with an almost sing-song tone in his voice. You were thankful that you had turned towards Clay enough that Nick couldn’t see your jokingly scornful look.

“Well, that’s just too bad. We were so good at this,” Nick chided as the two of you stood to leave. You ruffled Clay’s hair as the two of you left, following Nick into another room. “Would you want to… go somewhere quiet?” Nick asked, his eyes flashing to yours. Your eyebrow perked in his direction before you wordlessly slipped your hand into his.

You found yourself in the bathroom, Nick's hands settling on your hips as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out a sharp moan as he ground his hips against yours, yearning for more friction. Your fingers dug into his hair as his tongue slipped into your mouth, hungry for your taste. His breath was like a drug for you as he groaned into your mouth, moving against you.

His lips left your mouth but only to caress your jaw before settling against your neck, sucking on the skin with a slight sting. You tilted your head back, giving him more access to you before wrapping a leg around him, begging him to go further with you. He chuckled at your neediness, his warm breath fanning over your neck. He tugged the strap of your dress down your arm, pressing his lips against the newly exposed skin, grinding against you. The taste of cheap beer passed between the two of you.

One of his hands slipped beneath your dress to squeeze your ass, pulling you tighter against his jeans, encouraging you to ride his thigh. "I want you," he moaned unevenly in your ear, sending heat straight to your core. You wanted him to completely ruin you, to show you what was hiding beneath the surface of his reserved nice guy barrier.

You answered his words by attending to his zipper, slipping your hands into his jeans and stroking him against his boxers. A moan broke through his teeth, his lips crashing against yours as you egged him on. His erection grew stronger with each of your movements. You could tell he was becoming desperate to ravage you with each of his restrained breaths.

Your teeth dug into his bottom lip, your fingers pushing his pants to the ground as he pressed himself against you. He pushed your underwear aside, answering your silent pleas. Pressing his lips against your neck again, he drove himself into you, earning a blissed out moan from you. A breath of pleasure and relief escaped his chest at the feeling of you instantly tightening around him.

He thrusted into you, as if testing the waters as you moaned his name against his skin. One of your arms tightened around his shoulder as he held you in place, setting his pace. The mix of alcohol and pleasure you were feeling with each snap of his hips was sending your head reeling. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers digging into your skin. You moaned against his lips, sending him to speed up his movements. A sense of roughness came out in him as he pounded into you harder, and you were eating it up. You fingers dug into his hair, pulling tightly to earn a groan from him.

Your hands slipped beneath his shirt, raking against his back, urging him to use you like a flashlight. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, voice husky with some type of forced restraint as if he wouldn't let it come out evenly. You tightened around him, moving in what little space he'd given you to grind against him.

With that, he began to thrust into you harder, as if he was finally giving into whatever he was attempting to hold back. His teeth dug into your shoulder with each pulsing movement, driving himself deeper into you. Ungodly moans left your lips, only confirming his actions as he hungrily chased his high, dragging you with him.

His paces became less rhythmic and more sloppy as he gripped onto you, your fingers digging into his skin as you felt your orgasm was just within reach. You tightened your leg around him, your head swimming as he began to hit your sweet spot repeatedly. With a nearly choked out moan of his name, your body flushed with relief, your climax ripping through you. Nick succumbed to his own as if he'd been waiting for you, the two of you leaning against each other for support as you rode out your highs.

After you caught your breath, you reapplied a layer of lipstick, eyeing Nick through the reflection of the mirror as he stood behind you, straightened his clothes. "Let's not tell Clay about this, purely because he'll make it weird," you stated, turning and evening out his hoodie strings.

He chuckled slightly. "Oh, I agree completely. Don't tell Clay." His sly smirk nearly drew you in as you pressed your lips against his again, a promise that you'd definitely be seeing each other again.

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Bittersweet Temptations

CHAPTER 2

[special dt @bluewingedangel <3]

Your neighbors, Nathan and Elena, have been friends with your parents for years. Whether it’d be family gatherings or vacations, they were around; they were family. But when you return home from your final years of college, what will happen when you find that it isn't just them living in the house next door anymore?

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The afternoon sun brought in a relaxing mixture of natural light from the windows, but I wasn’t even remotely focused on it.

My right leg was bouncing hastily under the kitchen table while I prodded my salad with a fork. I tossed a particularly small carrot around in the bowl, swirling it around the sea of other vegetables.

“Are you gonna eat that or play around with it sweetie?” The sound of my mothers voice raced right through one ear and out the other one.

I only sighed in response, and leaned the side of my head on my hand, not bothering to look up at either of my parents that sat across from me.

They urged me to consistently have family meals with them today, in an attempt to dine on the experiences I had away at college. If they’d asked me to do this at any other time, I wouldn’t mind.

But my head was clouded by something else; or should I say by someone else.

Last night refused to escape my line of thinking. Even after it all went down, I went back to bed to try and fall back asleep, but it was absolutely no use.

The cunning quirk of his lips as he smirked back at me was an image that glued itself to the front of my brain. I reeled around in bed until sunrise, unable to silence my thoughts regardless of any persistence. So as of now, I was beyond exhausted.

“y/n? Are you alright?”

I jump faintly in my chair, with my fathers words pulling me away from my cogitation of the man from the pool, “I’m um.. I’m fine, sorry.”

I gave them a toothless smile as reassurance, but by the exchange of looks they both gave each other, they didn’t seem too convinced.

I shifted uncomfortably, and stabbed the carrot I was messing with. I slowly bring it towards my mouth, finally having the compulsion to take a bite.

Until the man’s wink decided to project in front of me, as if I was experiencing the whole ordeal all over again.

I abruptly dropped the fork into the bowl, resulting in a reverberating clash that not only startled my parents, but it startled me back into reality again.

“Jesus y/n, what’s gotten into you?”

I’m asking that same question, mom.

“Nothing, I uh- think I’m just tired,” the excuse flew out of my mouth in a panic, “I’m just.. I’m gonna go shower for the party later.”

I hurriedly sprung from my seat, and scurried up the stairs to the bathroom.

“Well that was smooth, dumbass,” I muttered out in the open, while slamming the door behind me.

That son of a bitch is driving me crazy, and I haven’t even had a single conversation with him.

I take a few steps into the bathroom, placing both of my hands on opposite sides of the sink, leaning over with my body weight. With my head bowed down to the direction of my feet, I suspired deeply.

This was stupid. The brief interaction was embarrassing, yes, but with how I reacted today during lunch, especially when the party was happening later on today..

I just needed to stop thinking about what happened last night.

Act like it didn’t happen.

It didn’t happen.

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Turmoil carried on in the form of muffled conversations, and distinct bass from the speakers on the lower levels of the house. Even being upstairs in my room, the walls weren’t thick enough to block the noise that derived from the party.

Of course, my dad’s annual excuse backfired, and instead of the party being fairly small, it was as big as the rest of the parties we've had in the past. Although I really shouldn’t be surprised, knowing this really has carried on for 10 years at most.

As of now, I could only assume that the booze was already out for everyone, and by the end of the night, I could guarantee that almost half the people here will be drunk. It reassured me though, especially when I’ll probably end up being one of those people.

I could use a little alcohol in my system; to let myself go a little bit.

While fixing the straps of my white sundress, I looked at myself in the mirror, making sure any scraps of exhaustion were not visible on my features. Despite longing for a few hours of rest, I knew for a fact that I wasn’t going to get much yet again.

With satisfaction, I back away from my vanity, and start for the door that barricaded me from the chaos.

The exchanges of laughter became much more pronounced as I slowly opened the door, and traveled down the hall. My feet carried me towards the stairs, shaking from the rumble of the speakers seeping through the walls and floors.

It was a blessing that the noise didn’t affect our neighbors enough for them to make complaints; but that was mostly because they were all here.

With each step down the flight, more of the party overtook my vision. Guests were dispersed amongst every room as far as I could see, gathering around each other in hopes of starting conversation over the music. It had been fairly crowded to say the least.

Immediately after I make it to the ground floor, I’m bombarded by my mother.

“Hey honey, Nathan and Elena are outside if you want to say hello to them!” her slightly raising her voice didn't really help much, with us being right next to the speakers. But I nodded letting her know I understood.

Turning away from her, I then faced the crowd of people in front of me. I start to weave my way through, making slight pauses along the way to thank them for coming. Most of the people around me had a slight stench of beer already, making me scrunch my nose; that smell is definitely going to linger afterwards.

Eventually making it to the door, I slide it open and step out, letting the freshness of the outside air fill my senses. I quickly noticed the difference between the outdoors and the impeded aura from inside the house. It felt like I was finally able to breathe.

After shutting the sliding door behind me, I strolled away towards the yard.

I made sure to make a slight detour to the cooler to grab myself a beer though, rashly cracking it open as soon as I got my hands on one. I take a swig while observing the guests around me.

As soon as I saw a familiar head of blonde hair a few yards away, I could feel myself smile widely. I hadn’t seen Nate or Elena in four years, and being back home now is making me realize how much I missed them.

The both of them had moved into the neighborhood about a year after my family, and that was over 15 years ago. Ever since then, they hit it off more than you could imagine.

They had all gotten so close to one another, that they’d have annual dinners together, game nights and tag along on all of our family trips. They would even bring in their ideal vacation spots up to us, which evolved into us traveling to entirely different countries most of the time.

While Elena and my mom went to any beach they could find, and my dad found the bar, Nathan really wanted to drag me along to the historical landmarks and teach me about everything he knew. It made our relationship blossom, and now I considered him my second father.

Plus, because of him I began to develop an endless love for history.

I liked it so much that I made the decision to go to college for it. Nathan’s reaction when I told him before I left was something for the cover of a photo album, and I just knew already that a million questions were going to arise when I got to them.

I stepped down from the deck, and walked towards them with my lips still curled in a smile.

As I made it closer to them though, my gaze became hazy. With my brows contorting, my confused demeanor became more visible with every footstep I made closer to Nate and Elena.

There was another man wrapped into their conversation. He was taller than the other two, especially Elena. I noticed his hair slicked back ruggedly, from above the others’ heads. Though, I still couldn’t get a proper look at his face yet.

I turned my direction slightly to discreetly see who my neighbors were conversing with. My curious nature was overriding my body.

I should have just listened to that universally cliche phrase.

Curiosity did kill the fucking cat, and I wish it would just kill me now.

From here, I had a clear view of his face. He stood there listening to Nate’s banter, with a cigarette wedged between his lips.

The lips I had been staring at the night before, along with the rest of him.

Shit shit shit shit shit.

By this point I would’ve been repeating my annual habit of staring in place. But fortunately, I turned on my heal sharply to try and escape.

“Oh my god y/n?” My breath hitched while Elena's voice rang out towards me.

Well great.

I held that particular breath in as I turned my body once more to face her. My warm smile returned to my face, but a layer of embarrassment and panic riddled beneath the surface.

“Elena, it’s so good to see you,” I went over and wrapped my arms around her carefully, keeping her baby bump in mind, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too,” she returned the hug, leaning close to my ear, mumbling, “especially when I’ve had to deal with him all alone. I swear sometimes I really question whether the pregnancy hormones are hitting me or him harder.”

I look over at Nate for a quick second, stifling a laugh while I let go of Elena. The two of us continued laughing faintly, certainly gaining the attention of Nate.

“What are you two laughing about? What’d I do this time?” Nate looked genuinely perplexed, which made it funnier.

“Oh nothing, Nate,” Elena and I looked at each other, smirking as she spoke.

Even with Elena and I’s pleasant interaction, that uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach just wouldn’t quit. I just knew he was watching my every move.

Especially, when in the corner of my eye, I watched his travel with me as I went to give Nate his hug.

“It’s good to have you back, Crash.”

Hearing the nickname took me away from my thoughts on the man behind me for a moment, and made my smile lift.

“It’s been too long, Aku.”

We stayed this way for a few more seconds, until I feel him pat my back. I let my arms fall away from him, and return to my spot in front of them.

I then feel my head slowly turn over to the unknown one of the three; well to me he was unknown.

“So who’s this?” I cross my arms in front of me, anticipating an answer from one of them.

But silence continued to radiate around us.

They all stood there, exchanging looks with one another, making me raise one of my brows. While awaiting a response I decided to take a long sip of my beer, feeling the cold liquid slide down my throat.

That is, before Nate finally spoke up, “Y/n, this is Sam,” he paused, and I could see the hesitation written all over him, “Sam Drake.”

I almost choked on my beer as soon as I heard the last name. I thought for a solid minute that my eyes were going to fall out of their sockets.

“Is this your-” I pointed between the both of them.

“He’s my older brother.” Nate finishes my sentence, as he scratched at the back of his neck.

My face fell even more if it was even possible.

Wait.

Nate was in his early forties to begin with, so that would make Sam…

I looked at Sam’s face intensely again, specifically at the wrinkles that were tainted across his face. Now that my brain was functioning properly, unlike last night, I noticed how many there really were.

Great. Not only was I checking out Nathan’s BROTHER, but the man that was more than twice my age.

Fuck.

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twink-appreciation-posts · 4 years

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Put On A Show - Spencer Reid x Reader

chapter two of “all bets are off”

Working at the BAU is fun!! Woooo!!

slightly nsfw below

Okay. Let's reassess the situation. You're about two "shots" into the night. Thank God the bartender was discreet about making them water. Up to this point, you had still been finding your rhythm, making some attempt to relive your college days. But the flashy lights and the loud music were slowly becoming more familiar. You were sat at the bar next to Reid, who was sipping his own glass of water quietly. "Reid," you addressed him over the music. "You look miserable!" You grabbed his hand like he had grabbed yours before and gently rested it on your thigh.

He smiled and moved his barstool closer to yours, his hand moving upwards a bit. You could feel yourself tense up. He tilted his head at you intuitively. "Excuse me, Mr. Bartender. I'll have 4 more of the usual, please!" You piped up cheerily. You downed them, faking a cough, and turned to Reid again. "Dance with me?" You asked genuinely. "Of course." He smiled.

So, you dragged him to the dance floor, deciding to add a bit of stumbling to your walk, and you let out a long exhale. You turned your back to him, mentally preparing. "Mmkay, so, your hands go here." You instructed playfully, placing his hands on your hips.

'Okay. Just do this.' You thought to yourself. You pressed yourself onto his body, hands over his, and began to move along to the music.

To your surprise, he quickly began to move in synch with you, his hands wandering up and down your waist and hips. Your eyes fluttered closed. "Reid?" You mumbled, and he bent his head down to rest in the crook of your neck.

"Yea, y/n?"

Oh god. You could feel his breath. He was so close. So close. You never expected this to happen with anyone from work, but especially with Reid. Were you shaking?

"I know I said I wouldn't get too wild, but we need attention on us. He needs to notice."

Reid nodded. While you were busy trying to come up with your next move, he spun you around. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. "Let's put on a show then, right?" He gave you what almost seemed like a smirk. You nodded, but before you could open your mouth to respond one of his hands was on your ass, pushing your body flush against his, and the other was tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. "Rei-"

His lips crashed onto yours. You held back a squeak of shock, your lips meeting his in a frenzy.

Jeez, who knew he was such a good actor?

One of your hands moved down his torso, his chest, grazing down his body. You stopped just shy of below his belt. You had no clue how long he had been kissing you when he eventually pulled away, but fuck did he look good.

The lipstick that JJ had so carefully applied was smudged onto his face, proof of just how messy the kiss had been. You couldn't look away. You heard a few people holler in your direction. Well, if attention is what you wanted...

"You're so hot." You exhaled breathlessly. "Oh fuck, I think I had too much to drink." You added quickly. Yeah. That line was totally in character.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Reid replied, the hand he had resting on your ass hadn't budged. In fact, you could feel it tensing. Squeezing. Massaging.

"We could do a lot more than that tonight, you know." You chewed your lip. Why were you getting nervous? This was a false reality. You were just being as convincing as possible. "But I don't know if you'd be able to handle it." You shrugged, turning to walk back towards the bar. Before you got very far, he grabbed your arm. You gulped. That was a bit aggressive.

"I don't know why you're so worried about me. You're the one who seems flustered from a bit of kissing." He shot back. Could he really tell?

He checked the time on his watch. About 15 more minutes until you were scheduled to separate from each other.

'Might as well make them count, right?' You thought to yourself. 'Just to ensure you attract the unsubs attention. Of course.'

You opted to ignore his comment, pulling your arm away and running back to the bar, bumping into different people as you went. Reid followed, intrigued. "Reid!" You exclaimed, slurring your words. "Help me up!"

You pointed to the bar. He looked from you, to the bar, and then back to you. Oh. Okay.

He arrived at your side, hoisting you up. You stumbled a bit, wobbling onto the surface.

"Hey! You can't do that!" The bartender exclaimed.

You "shhhh"d him, beginning to dance outrageously. The bar shook beneath your feet to the bass. Reid watched you, amazed. He looked at you as if he was memorizing your movements, memorizing your body. You blushed. A majority of the patrons had turned to look at you, the drunk girl dancing atop the bar, and you hollered incoherently. Reid laughed. "C'mon, get down, baby. You're gonna get yourself hurt." He yelled to you, seeing the angry manager of the bar making his way through the crowd.

You pouted. "You're no fun." But, you took his hand anyway, returning safely to the ground.

"That something you've pulled before?" Reid questioned. You just smiled in response.

A glance at his watch. 8 more minutes.

"You looked pretty interested when I was up there." You teased, closing the space between you two again.

"Oh, did I?"

You took a step forward. He took a step back.

"Mhm." Another step.

"Well I was just-" Another. His back hit a wall. He raised a brow at you, and you leaned forward, lips meeting his again.

His body reacted quickly, pulling you closer, you could swear you felt something hard pressing against you. You wished you could murder your imagination. Your lips moved down a bit, trailing a few kisses across his jawline. You hadn't really noticed how defined it was before tonight. He let out a shaky breath, which only fueled your confidence more.Maybe you weren't drunk, but you sure as hell felt like you were. Body, your hand slid down between your bodies. No. You definitely hadn't been imagining things. Immediately Spencer pulled away.

"I-I'm so-rry." You began to stutter out. He didn't even react. His face was focused as he grabbed onto your hand. Guilt overtook you. Had you just done that? "I'm so sorry." You repeated. He let out a huff of air and pushed your hand up against him, causing you to palm him through his pants. Your gaze shot up to his face, eyes wide. "Spencer." You said seriously. He hesitated. Let go of your hand. "Spencer.." you repeated, feeling warmth grow between your legs.

"What do you want, y/n?" He asked. He tucked your hair behind your ear, trailed his touch down to your neck, running his fingers over your collarbone."

"I want..." you looked at his watch. Fuck. "I want to go outside and take a smoke break." His hand fell bad to his side. Was there disappointment in his eyes? If there was, he hid it pretty quickly, smiling. "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, then. See you soon."

And just like that it was over. You made your way through the crowd towards the exit, stumbling all the way, head racing with thoughts about what the fuck had just happened. You were grateful to inhale some fresh air once you made it outside.

"Excuse me."

A voice came from behind you as you took a cigarette out of your purse.

"H-hi!" You hiccuped. "Have a lighter?"

The man came into view, holding a lighter in his hand. You grabbed it. "Thanks!"

"You're awfully pretty." The man mused, his hand lingering on yours just a bit too long to be comfortable as he took back the lighter. "I saw you dancing inside. You like to party, huh?"

You gave a shrill giggle, nodding.

"How about I buy you another drink. A thank you for that little show earlier." He offered.

"Oh I'd love that!" You exclaimed. "Could you bring it to me out here? My head hurts when I go inside."

He agreed, disappearing back into the bar. Right. You were here for work. You had almost forgotten.

He came back out, handed you your drink. You thanked him.

"What's your name, Mister?" You slurred.

"Doesn't matter, sweetheart. Drink up." He grinned darkly.

From behind him you could see two cars pull up. You smiled at him sweetly, pretending to mix the drink with your finger. "Thank you for this."

A few moments later, the familiar sounds of your colleagues shouting began. You pulled your gun out of your purse, gripping the drink tightly with your other hand.

Derek cuffed the offender. He was brought back to the police station. A few moments later Reid appeared, lipstick smudge mostly wiped off of his face.

"How are you feeling, y/n?" Hotch questioned.

"Feeling perfectly well, Hotch. Everything went to plan."

"You two seemed pretty in character." Derek coughed out. Emily averted her eyes from yours as she began to disconnect the wire inside of your dress.

The wire. Oh fuck. The wire.

"It was pretty loud in there. I doubt that the wire did much help." You stuttered awkwardly, praying someone would confirm that they hadn't hurt much.

"No. Yeah. We didn't hear much." Emily reassured you, giving Derek a look.

He turned to Reid. "You still got some lipstick on your face, champ."

You both turned bright red with embarrassment.

"As if we're any worse than you and Garcia." Reid spit out quickly.

You couldn't help but laugh. Right. Just like Dereck and Garcia. That's what you guys were. Chances were, you'd never even talk about tonight again. It was just another day of work. Nothing more, nothing less. Right?

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all set | eren x reader

a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!

pairing: eren yeager x female reader

tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao

word count: 4.3k

current chapters: 2/?

playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)

a. slomosa - kevin b. upsahl - drugs c. rosenfeld - like u d. kaiba - overdose e. lil kapow - tinman f. bodega - how did this happen!?

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all set

I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.

Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.

I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.

— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.

— Sorry. Lost track of time.

— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.

It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.

This fact already makes things more interesting.

I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.

— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.

— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.

— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.

The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.

We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.

— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.

It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.

Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.

— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.

— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.

— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.

— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.

— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.

Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.

— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?

— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?

We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.

— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.

— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.

— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.

— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.

— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.

The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.

I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.

— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.

— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.

— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?

— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.

— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.

— So? — yeah, he doesn't.

Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.

I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.

— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.

— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.

He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?

— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.

I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.

— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.

I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.

— Hey, Flo-

— Here.

— You didn't even let me finish.

— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?

— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.

Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.

I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.

She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.

Fuck, she's hot.

Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.

I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?

— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.

— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.

— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.

— Yeah, I'll start there next week.

— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.

— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".

— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.

REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.

— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.

Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.

— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.

After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.

— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.

Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.

— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.

— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.

Ok, looking good so far.

I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.

— You took something, didn't you?

— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.

— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.

We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.

The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.

She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.

But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.

— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?

— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.

— Where in Europe?

— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.

— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.

— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.

I reach my limit at this point.

— I can help you with the stress if you want.

— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.

I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.

I was not expecting that.

We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.

She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.

I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.

I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.

— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?

— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.

— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.

— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.

— Then let's go.

— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.

— I can get that for you, wait up.

— It's a black one. Small.

I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.

I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.

— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.

I say hi in a confusing way.

— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.

What? Ahn?

Hey... Wait a second.

Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?

They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.

— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.

She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:

— I'm all set.

She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.

Yeah. I was not expecting that.

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Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.

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annabethy · 3 years

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 21: best friend’s sister

Character A poses as their best friend’s lover for a Christmas party. Character B is the best friend’s sister,, percabeth

Percy truly doesn’t understand how it’s come to this.

He likes to think that he has at least some form of dignity, but he is quickly proven wrong as he is shoved into a suit by someone that has the audacity to call herself his friend.

“Quit pouting,” Piper chastises, pulling on his tie just a bit too tightly. He chokes dramatically, glaring at her, but she just rolls her eyes. “You agreed to this.”

“I did not agree to this,” he says. “I was simply there when your mom told you to bring a ‘lover’ to the party, and you held me at gunpoint.”

“You love it,” she says, laughing. It’s the complete opposite of the truth because he actually hates this, but his windpipe is cut off so he’s incapable of actually pointing that out.

“There’s no way anyone’s going to fall for this.”

She laughs. “Everyone will fall for this, and that’s why it’s perfect. No one’s seen us in forever since we moved away for college. We can just frame it as two best friends falling in love.”

“Yeah, but… I don’t know if I can do that. I look at you and want to vomit.” Piper gasps in mock offense. “You never had feelings for me? Not even small ones?”

“I had feelings for a lot of people, but believe it or not, you were never one of them. Not then, not now, not ever.”

“You really just friend zoned your best friend,” Piper says.

“I’m in love with someone else,” he lies.

Piper snorts. “You’re in love with my sister.”

His smile falls. “I am not. You take that back.”

“Relax, Percy. I think it would be cute if you got with her. You could marry into the family!” She claps her hands before pausing. “We could just never talk about sex again. I don’t want to hear about how you blew my sister’s back out.”

Percy shrieks. “Piper!”

She just laughs, throwing the jacket of his suit in his face and motioning for him to follow him out the front door. He hurls insults at her as he settles into the driver’s seat – also against his will, by the way – but she just throws them right back at him.

The hour drive home is spent with them being about as stupid as possible. They scream along with the music blasting in the car until they’re both laughing so hard they can’t breathe. It helps ease his nerves because he knows who’s going to be at this Christmas party, no matter how hard he tries to deny it.

He can’t even say her name right now because if he does, he might crash just so he doesn’t have to face her. It’s almost as though Piper can sense his frustration because she turns the music even louder until the car is shaking with the bass and he can’t hear his own thoughts.

Percy never ceases to be amazed by the wealth of Piper’s family. The second he walks into the manor, he is overwhelmed by the silvers and golds lining every inch of the place. It’s funny because he grew up around them, but it was always a stark contrast to the way his own life was. He could live a million lifetimes and never get used to being around people with this amount of money.

“So you’re rich rich,” Percy teases, just as he always does when they come home for the holidays,

“I’m wealthy,” she corrects, leading him along the corridors to the center of the party.

“Old money or new?”

“The type that could have you killed with the snap of my fingers,” she answers.

“Oh, please do not have me killed, your highness.” He grins cheekily as they walk into the center of the event.

“I must admit I’m liking the title,” she says. She stops him just before they are close enough to be noticed by anyone else, turning serious, and Percy fails miserably to match her tone. “From here on out, you’re my boyfriend, okay?”

“Oh god, I just threw up in my mouth.”

“That means having to kiss me at least once,” Piper says. “On the lips.”

“Please don’t make me.”

“I will never hear the end of this is they find out we’re faking, so start acting like a good boyfriend.”

“Uh.”

“Kiss me.”

“No.”

“Percy.”

“I can’t do it.”

“You’re going to plant one on these lips, or I’m going to pick up one of the silver forks and stab you with it.” “Fuck you.”

“Yeah, well if you’d kiss me, we might be able to get there.”

And then: “This is getting painful to watch.”

Percy and Piper both jump at the extra voice present. He turns his head so fast he nearly gets whiplash, and of course it’s her.

“Annabeth, my love!” Piper greets, giving her a lazy side hug. “I was just trying to get my boyfriend to kiss me.”

“Hm. I didn’t know you two were dating,” she says, a pointed grin towards Percy.

“Christmas surprise,” Piper adds, addressing Percy. “Aren’t you going to say hello?”

“You act like Annabeth’s my distant aunt,” Percy says, but he wraps her in a sweet hug anyways. It makes his heart stutter just the tiniest bit, and he has to force himself under control.

It’s embarrassing that he’s this caught up on her. It makes him feel a little guilty too, because she’s practically still a baby. He remembers when she was in diapers, wandering around the house with a pacifier while him and Piper messed around with play dough. Still, she had grown up, and he had too, and he hadn’t accounted for how pretty she would grow to be.

Okay, so he’s not that much older than her. He’s twenty, and she’s eighteen, so he supposes it’s acceptable, but now he’s in college and she’s still in high school, so things have grown… weird? He just doesn’t see her as much as he used to, and something in her changed. When she was younger, she would cling to him, but recently, she just looked at him with something he couldn’t pinpoint.

It looks similar to the face she has on now, actually.

“So you two are a couple now?” Annabeth asks, but Percy doesn’t really hear her. He’s too distracted looking everywhere except her short black dress she has on, or the way her curls fall perfectly onto her chest, or the gloss of her lips.

Piper elbows him, and he clears his throat. “Yeah. The happiest. We’re so in love. I want Piper’s babies.”

“Hm. From what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t have thought that was very true,” Annabeth says, giving him a knowing look. It makes him wonder just what she’s heard. “Anyways, dinner’s about to start. Why don’t you go show everyone just how in love you are, oh-so-real couple?”

Piper laughs, but Percy glares at her. He’s given no choice but to follow Piper as she skips towards the dinner, and Annabeth follows at a distance, eyes analyzing them. Annabeth clearly hadn’t fallen for the disguise for even two seconds, so it has him worrying the rest of the night.

He is rightfully worried because the dinner does not go at all as expected. Annabeth is directly to his right, and Piper to his left, and they seem determined to kill him. Piper’s all lovey on the outside, which is not something he’s used to in the slightest, and it has the entire family’s attention on him. They coo over the new ‘couple,’ and Annabeth laughs into the hand covering her mouth.

Annabeth clearly enjoys the entertainment, and also relishes in embarrassing him even more because she’s started playing footsy under the table, running her heels up and down his ankle. He does his best to not make a face, but then her hand occasionally brushes against his wrist, and it has him wondering what it all means. Annabeth is much more handsy today than she’s been… ever, and he’s enjoying it more than he should with his fake girlfriend next to him, so the next opportunity he gets to leave, he takes full advantage.

He twists and turns through the halls, gets lost about five times before finding somewhere that looks remotely familiar, and then repeating the process. It’s a good few minutes before he finds an empty balcony and pushes open the doors to step outside.

It’s not to take a moment to breathe, really, because he’s fine. It’s just overwhelming, he supposes, sitting next to the girl he’s almost ninety percent sure he’s crushing on that he probably shouldn’t be, and his best friend who is apparently his girlfriend now.

“Hey, Piper’s boyfriend,” a voice calls. “You good?”

Percy rolls his eyes fondly, turning around. “Did you need something, Piper’s sister?”

She just shrugs and steps forward. “Just thought I’d come tease you a little bit.”

“Tease me?”

“A fake relationship? Really?”

“You wouldn’t understand,” he says. “You’re, like, twelve.”

“I’m eighteen, but nice try.”

“A baby,” he emphasizes, heart suddenly beginning to race as she drags her fingers up his chest, tugging lightly on the tie. “Do you need something or not?”

“I guess I just have a question,” she says, leaning against the rail now. “So. I’ve heard things. Suspected even longer because even if I’m two years younger, I’m about two years smarter.”

He laughs. “What do you want to know?”

“You liked me,” she says. “Back in high school, I think.”

It’s a blow to his lungs, and he can’t find the air to breathe. He knew she’d bring it up at some point, because even if they never acknowledged it, it’s been floating between them, unsaid. He never acted on it because she was practically his own little sister at some point, and she’s Piper’s sister, and it just felt wrong.

“I think so,” he answers. “I don’t know.”

“Explain?”

“You’re Piper’s sister,” he tries.

“I’m Piper’s sister. I’m also your friend.” Annabeth tilts her head, a slight smile pulling at her lips. “What’s the problem then?”

“I–” He blinks. “I don’t know. I guess there isn’t one, really. It just never turned to anything more before I graduated, and now I’m hours away.”

“That leads me to my next question.” She stands again to face him head on. “You’re in college now. I haven’t seen you more than five times since you graduated two years ago. Are those feelings still there?”

“I don’t recall you ever being so upfront,” he teases. He doesn’t need to take time and think about her question though. He already knows the answer. He knows it every single time Piper says her sister’s name, or one of Annabeth’s pictures pops up on his timeline. He likes his best friend’s sister.

It might be more than just a crush.

(Definitely more than a crush.)

“I love you, Annabeth,” he says, “but I don’t want to do anything that might make things different, you know? I grew up with you, and I grew up with Piper, and if something happens, Piper will take your side, and I’ll lose the two people I love most, and–”

“That’s not what I asked,” she says. “I asked if the feelings are still there.”

From the way she’s looking at him, he doesn’t need to answer. “Why are you asking if you already know the answer.”

“Because I want to know if it would still be a good time to kiss you, like I’ve wanted to do for the last two years.”

Percy chokes out a laugh. “Annabeth.”

“You love me, Percy. It’s obvious to see it’s as more than a friend, and it always has been.” She bites at her bottom lip. “Do you know how many people I’ve had tell me that you and I would work well together?”

“I’m assuming a lot.”

“Piper was the number one supporter, surprisingly enough,” she tells him. “And I know you’re on a date with my sister, but she practically shoved me out of the dining room chair to come follow you, so it’s safe to say she wants this too.”

“Piper has issues.”

“Yeah, but you love her, and you love me.” Percy’s fingers fidget, because even though all of this has been swimming around inside him for years, hearing it from her is something else entirely.

“It’s only weird if you let it be,” she says, and something breaks inside of him.

Annabeth’s his friend too, and she’s a part of his life.

He loves her, so he kisses her.

It feels an awful lot like coming home. Suddenly, nothing else matters except him and her. Annabeth is his best friend’s sister, but she’s also his best friend too, and the person he loves and always has.

He distantly realizes that it’s going to be difficult to explain to her family how he went from being Piper to Annabeth, but right now, he can’t bring himself to care. It’ll be a cute story to tell in the future if this ever turns to anything more. He really hopes it does.

Annabeth is his family, and his best friend, and she is the one he was meant to be with from the start.

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lexpressobean · 3 years

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The thing about writing fanfiction for me is that once I start a multi-chapter fic (tho I've only ever posted a grand total of 2 ever lol both still unfinished rip OTL) I apparently never brainstorm enough. Or too much! 'Cause by nature I live for "what ifs" and it's wrecking me lol, I can't move on...! But this is a Modern AU setting and now I can't stop developing Shibi and Shino in a general sense (and Shibi's involvement is very minor compared to other characters too like I need to chill??) But I guess this goes for my Modern AU in general, so here's are some thoughts no one asked for!

One big HC I have is that Shibi is a well renowned musician, and Shino also has a lot of talent in music as well. This is because in my head, though Aburame and their hive can communicate to some degree, they're also known to be affected by their respective Aburame's emotions. And they audibly buzz and get excited by it all and I seemed to unfailingly liken all that to vibrations, like of musical sounds, and then it kinda leads up to that fidgeting a person might do when they get very emotional or passionate but can't voice it because they need to stay quiet or simply don't know how to talk about something. In general I think both Shibi and Shino are decent enough communicators when it matters, but they ARE pretty quiet people. And I feel like one of the best ways to release and express otherwise pent up emotional tension and energy is by straight up blasting music to drown out everything else. And it feels even MORE satisfying by the end of it when you're the one who was actually putting out the notes!! Anyone can make noise, but truly inspired music is such a trip! Every single note accounted for (even the "rest" notes!!) symbolizes 1 kikaichu and so just the idea of being able to read and produce music and bringing it all to life just makes complete sense to me and fills me with serotonin when I think about Father/Son jamming sessions between them...!!!

more specific nonsense under the cut because idk how to shut up lol

And! And despite this being a Modern AU HC thing, it looks like Shino's actually been shown to semi(?)canonly play an electric guitar, and I've become fond of the idea of Shibi's first instrument being a bass guitar too~

Of course if that's the case, OBVIOUSLY Shibi would be a multi-instrumentalist. Obviously. And what I've been thinking is that by the time Shino is an adult. Shibi'd be a seasoned Film Score Composer. I feel like unless you're quite the music or movie fan, or work in the business, you probably aren't gonna be super into the composers in comparison to the actors and directors that work on the same movie lol So to the general public, Shibi Aburame isn't a name that brings out stars in anyone's eyes. But if you know, you know, and boy does Shibi have his work cut out for him. He's in demand for lots of those box office hits.

Also YES Shibi can sing, and he knows it, the man isn't the least bit shy to acknowledge it! But he never committed singing as a major part of his career as much as playing because that's just the kind of guy he is. These days he won't sing unless it serves a purpose in brainstorming for his next project or if he's in the privacy of his car/home, but even then it's more just soft but super accurate harmonizing on his part to a radio or stereo or whatever. But if Shino ever needed comforting, especially as a small child, he'd never hesitate to lull Shino back into calm with songs that he either liked or maybe made up together if the situation was appropriate. And ocassionally he'll start to sings at Shino as a means to annoy his son because why talk when you can sing to get your point across?? He's not always a serious guy, sometimes he can get soft too...!

Shino? Can also sing and play well without much effort at all. Though Shino didn't take it up as a career like Shibi did, and not as many instruments, Shino is definitely his father's son and is just as musically inclined. He could've if he wanted to but found he a had a strong preference to percussion and string specifically, and even then prefered plucking and strumming versus bowing strings, but his favorite bowed string is a cello! And being part of the newer generation, he might mess around with a laptop software/button pad/launchpad if he's feeling particularly inspired or wants to challenge himself a little more. But his bestest baby is the first electric guitar he bought on his own ;o;

Shino is more likely to sing at any given time in comparison to Shibi, but he's still usually alone, whether wiping off the board after class, doing chores, or maybe grading papers. Kiba and Hinata have both caught him doing so since they first met him, and Hinata compliments his talent when she does, but Kiba starts to dis his choice of music when he realizes Shino sings a lot older or obscure music "like a fucking hipster!" Shino doesn't dis Kiba's personal taste in music as much as disses Kiba for his lack of open mindedness and it makes Kiba rethink everything when Shino is able to play the melody of every song Kiba throws at him the first time he comes over to his house. Shino is very eclectic in his taste of music, but some of Shino's favorite genres for singing are indie pop, blues (especially older ones), and the occasional toned down but no less accurate musical number or power ballad just imagine him whisper singing fcking "Jukebox Hero" while he's scribbling notes vvvvrrmm.

Unlike Shibi or Shino, Torune isn't so big on making music as he is listening and writing poetry/lyrics DON'T TELL ANYONE SHHHH FCKIN SH. It's not that he doesn't have talent, he can also sing rather well and owns karaoke night, he is karaoke king! It not quite a discipline problem as it is a drive thing as he never seriously touched more than two instruments. He can manage about 4 chords on guitar, just enough to impress, but oddly enough he was drawn to and became terribly enamored with Shibi's vibraphone. He studied that thing profusely and whenever he comes back to visit from college and after, he always comes back to it and plays it as if he never skipped a day of practice. Will probably own his own vibraphone at some point for sure! So scratch that, it's simply a Family Jam Session I guess!

Idk, I'm ranting again lol

#anime: naruto #tis i #aburame shino #shino aburame #shibi aburame #aburame shibi #torune aburame #aburame torune #another part of this that Iike #is that Shino's actual love of insects becomes just his own thing #i contemplated making shibi an entomologist #but i think shibi isn't known for his loves of insects as much as his ability to manipulate them #and so shino just happens to be especially fond of them regardless of being an aburame #i think that's kind of funny and charming as a character design choice #and it makes it even funnier when I think about possible Aburame Clan members that actually HATE bugs #but im just really diggin this kikaichu as musical notes thing i somehow came up with #i really like it and I'm very happy with it >u<

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FIC: Just Swimmingly ch.2 (BAON)

Summary: Jeff has a lot to think about and what better place to do it than at the bar with his best buddy, Stretch?

Tags: Spicyhoney, Established Relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Additional Tags To Come

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The night wasn’t as young as it used to be, but to be fair, neither was Jeff. After a few hours of sitting on a bar stool, his tailbone would be more than willing to testify on that.

He leaned back against the bar in an effort to take some of his weight off of it, grimacing as he watched the dance floor. Colored lights flashed to the thrumming bass beat over the gyrating dancers and out in the thrashing sea of sweaty human bodies there was a head that was above almost all of them. Stretch towered over most humans and never was it more obvious than right then. The lights reflected off his smooth skull, a living disco ball, and around him other humans were laughing and cheering as they danced.

Edge would be having a conniption right about now and Jeff was a little bemused to find his anxiety having an internal dance competition of its own. Currently it was at ‘chachacha’ levels, watching all those Humans grinding up on Stretch. He didn’t want to think anyone here would hurt Stretch, intentionally or otherwise, but the threat of low HP always loomed. His trust in humanity took a pretty big dip a few months ago outside a Chinese restaurant and he had the scars to prove it.

Jeff took another sip of his drink. His straw crackled against the bottom of the glass as he finished it off, leaving only lonely ice cubes behind and he set it back on the bar as he settled back in for a little spare contemplation.

If he were honest, wasn’t a huge fan of the club scene even before he started dating Antwan. Not that he didn’t like going out but his problems with it were twofold. One, bars sucked to go to alone and back then he didn’t have a lot of real estate in the friend territory and two, it cost money. His disposable cash in those days was a lot like a pink unicorn: nonexistent.

Being friends with Stretch took care of both of those problems but a third loomed up to take their place like an unwanted acquaintance. Put bluntly, Jeff could not dance and until Kevin Bacon showed up to give him a few lessons, he probably wasn’t gonna learn how.

Not that he really minded that much. Guarding their drinks and listening to the music wasn’t a bad way to spend the night.

Besides, Stretch didn’t seem to care if he wasn’t up to evacuating the dance floor. He mostly let Jeff sit at the bar where he tried to look like someone with deep and mysterious thoughts to process instead of the person he actually was, far more likely to accidently spill his drink into his lap than anything else. On either side of him were other people doing the same, a row of wallflowers watching the dance floor with wistful envy.

Mostly Stretch left him to it but sometimes he’d bounce his way back and haul Jeff out for a song, any song, fast, slow, techno-bop, dubstep, didn’t matter to Stretch, he was an equal opportunist when it came to friendly torment and if Jeff felt a lot like Frankenstein’s monster tromping around next to Stretch’s lithe booty shake, eh, that was okay. Sacrificing a little dignity for a friend’s fun times was part of the package.

As far as he knew, Stretch didn’t go out to the clubs often either, but if there was one thing Jeff had learned when it came to Stretch, it was there were no half-measures. If he was in, he was all in, and that included drinking, dancing, and on the weekends, the occasional explosion caused by a thermal reaction. Truly a wide variety of hobbies came into play when hanging out with Stretch and going out to the bars pretty much guaranteed something interesting would happen.

Like the time they met those guys who’d come into town for the last beat poetry night. One of them mentioned liking Stretch’s Intergalactic Beastie Boys t-shirt so Stretch convinced them all to swap shirts and then swapped them around again, until they were all three shirts removed from the one they’d arrived in. Pants were a harder sell and if Stretch were ever hard up for money, he might take up selling ice to penguins because in no time they were all out on the sidewalk, firmly dismissed from Grillby’s over their rampant laughter drowning out the poet’s rambling about the burden of solitude. The Waffle House they ended up at had a less stringent dress code and all of them crammed into a booth to eat greasy breakfast food at two am in their boxer shorts. At least those were all their own and his plain cotton boxer briefs were no match against Stretch’s ‘wanna tickle my pickle’ pair.

He was pretty sure all those guys still followed Stretch on twitter.

He wondered what Edge had thought of Stretch wandering home in an entirely new wardrobe, minus pants. There was no way he didn’t notice, Edge was very intent on fashion, even Stretch’s version of it. Knowing him, he probably made Stretch strip right in the living room and soaked both him and his clothes in Lysol before burning his boxer shorts. The old-new t-shirt Jeff ended up with was hanging in closet even though it was two sizes too big for him. Antwan stole it sometimes for lounging around the house purposes and seeing him in it was always a cheap thrill.

Huh, now that he was thinking about it, he’d gone to the bar more this past year than in his whole life before. Not just with Stretch either, Blue and Papyrus had brought him along for karaoke a few times and that was an experience right there. Their singing was like a vocal interpretation of his dancing and just as painful for witnesses.

He’d even had a drink a couple of times with Red. Well, he’d been a tag along with Antwan but still. Red was still vaguely terrifying, but Jeff had gotten the occasional glimpse under his onion layers. He knew a little of what Edge and Red went through before they came here. His knowledge pretty much barely skimmed the surface, they’d both been soldiers and they might’ve gotten out alive, but not entirely unscathed. Knowing Red’s HP was similar to Stretch’s and he’d still survived? Perspective was a hell of a thing and it paid to look at Red from a slant.

Speaking of perspective, he was definitely liking the music. They were a local band and this place was close to the college, a good spot to hopefully get noticed and work their way up. The bar itself had probably been here for fifty years, the bartop pitted with scratches and scars from college students of yore, the stools definitely up for reupholstering.

It was really no surprise to find out that Stretch knew the current owner. He knew loads of people, wriggled his way into their lives a lot like he’d wriggled into Jeff’s. Only difference was, he didn’t usually let the other person wriggle back and yeah, okay, that metaphor was going in weird places, but the meaning stood. Stretch was good with shortcuts and he knew a lot of people, but he wasn’t necessarily friends with a lot. Jeff was pretty happy to be on the short list.

Knowing people came in handy, too, and bringing Stretch along always came with added perks. Catty only asked him to listen to the bands on the list to get a feel for their sound, but he’d be able to bring her a better report than that since they were going to go meet the band after their set was done. It would give him a chance feel them out, see if they were even interested in participating in the Midnight Monster Jamboree, as Catty had slyly dubbed it. After everything went down in California, they needed some serious good will.

The Monster community had been found not at fault for what happened right away, but Antwan told him court cases would be dragging on for a while yet. When Humans died, other Humans wanted someone to pay, and Monsters were easy scapegoats for unreasonable anger. His team was working their butts off on it, Antwan coming home at night so very tired, mostly falling into Jeff’s arms to sleep and yet still so grimly determined. Jeff couldn’t do much about all that, but he could try his damnedest to get their big public relations event off the ground.

The idea was to have a huge event for Humans and Monsters together and for it to be held in New New Home. Asgore thought that some of the problems with Humans might be a result of them thinking Monsters had something to hide, so what better way to show them who Monsters really were than a chance to see into their supposedly secret lives.

Jeff was on the lowest rung for planning and even from his view, it looked like a nightmare. Security details made up of both Human and Monsters, background checks, food, entertainment. Access was going to be extremely limited and the guest list was daunting; there were going to be some big names in politics and entertainment. That circled back to his job, getting some local bands together for the opening shows. Partly good public relations, but also an earnest desire to help out a few struggling locals with the kind of exposure most groups could only dream about. That was so like Monsters, trying to help others in the midst of helping themselves, but it sure was a lot of damn pegs getting shoved into so many slots.

He didn’t even want to know what Edge’s current schedule looked like.

There was a soft thud behind him and Jeff turned to see the bartender was bringing him another drink. The guy was probably somewhere around his age, unless you were gauging it by his world-weary expression, which probably put him at about right around three hundred.

He must’ve known Stretch, too. When they saw each other, he youthened to a spry two hundred and seventy after a complicated series of fist bumps. As an added bonus, he’d been keeping their drinks topped up and as someone who usually couldn’t even get a bartender to see him much less pour him a drink, Jeff sure did appreciate the VIP service.

He started reaching for his drink, but a sudden tap on his shoulder startled him. He turned around. A guy he didn’t recognize was standing there, not too bad on the eyes and weirdly nervous, enough that Jeff thought he might actually be trying to pick him up before he noticed the guy was holding something out.

“Did you drop this?” the guy said, barely loud enough to be heard over the music. It was a wallet and Jeff automatically checked his back pocket even as his eyes told him it wasn’t his.

He shook his head and the guy nodded, but instead of asking anyone else or handing it to the bartender, he wandered off towards the entrance.

Okay, that was odd. Jeff shrugged mentally, lots of weird people at the bar, maybe he was going to give it to the guy at the door in case whoever lost it noticed when they left.

He forgot about it as Stretch came back from the dance floor, sweat gleaming on his skull and face. That always gave Jeff a little pause, what exact purpose did sweating serve for a skeleton? Maybe he’d ask sometime when he was less busy with work. If Stretch didn’t know the answer to something, the journey to find out tended to be entertaining, and possibly less explosive this time around, although he wouldn’t put the chances at zero.

Stretch grinned at him, still panting, and picked up his own drink, gulping down half of it in one swallow. Jeff couldn’t remember was it was. Stretch tended to order more for the name than the taste, so it was probably something like a slippery nipple or a total screaming orgasm. Whatever it was, a skewer of fruit was floating in it and Stretch fished it out, pulling the cherry off the end with his teeth.

“so what do you think of the band?” Stretch asked, perfectly audible even over the loud music. There was another point of interest; when your voice was produced by magic, it didn’t always obey the rules of sound. “gonna give catty the thumbs up?

“I like it,” Jeff shrugged. He could barely hear his own voice, trusting that magical hearing worked the same way as speaking, “but I’m not the greatest judge of music. That’s why I bring you along.”

Stretch chuckled and propped his elbows on the bar, slouching back. It put him almost at head level with Jeff and the shirt he’d almost certainly borrowed from Edge pulled tight across his ribcage. “think i’m a better simon cowell than you?”

“No, you’re more Paula Abdul, and anyway, two heads are better than one.” Jeff played with the straw in his own drink. “Jokes aside, this is important, I don’t want to mess it up.”

“you’re not gonna mess it up.” Stretch scoffed. He bit a chunk of pineapple in half before polishing off the rest of his drink. “how even? you’re doing double-duty as it is. henry said once they’re finished, we can meet them backstage. i’ll have a chat with them, we’ll see if they’re assholes, and good to go! besides, it’s not like security isn’t gonna give ‘em a good, hard rundown, anyway.”

It was the truth and he knew it, but there was always that niggling little doubt in the back of his mind, that somehow he’d find a way to mess it up, and that would be it. This was so important to the Monster community and his chance to finally payback some of what’d they’d given him. He could do this, Jeff told himself, and he’d do it right.

The band started a new set, something with a low, growling bassline and Jeff turned back to watch, only to freeze as Stretch suddenly spoke again, the single word clear as a bell in church.

“jeff.”

The name caught his attention as much as the tone, Stretch never called him Jeff, it was always Andy or kiddo or whatever nickname was currently floating his proverbial boat. The last time he’d called Jeff by his actual name, he’d been lying in a parking lot in a pool of his own blood. The taste of hot metal was strong on the back of his tongue as he turned back to Stretch, his heart pounding, and some cringing part of him expected to see that friendly face instead as the one that appeared sometimes in his worst dreams, a deathmask with one socket dark and blank, the other strobing orange with grim intensity.

But Stretch only looked like his normal self and when he spoke again, each word was calmly measured and deliberate. "i don't feel right. i think we should go."

Somehow, that was even more alarming, and his worry quickly overshadowed any lingering bad memories that were vying for his attention.

“Sure,” Jeff said, “right now.” He hopped down from the stool. Stretch pushed off from the bar and staggered, leaning hard against Jeff and thank fuck he was light because his height already made it awkward to hold him up. He started to call for the bartender, maybe there was someplace they could sit down in the back while he called Edge, when another guy came up next to them, helping hold Stretch up. Then another on Jeff’s side and he started to protest that he didn’t need help when a voice growled close to his ear.

"Don’t look at me. Keep your mouth shut or I'll kill you."

It was followed by the sensation of something hard butting into his ribs and this could not be happening. This did not happen in the real world, this wasn’t a Jason Bourne movie, there could not be a gun pressed to his side right now. Even his own fear was sitting on the sidelines, pushed out by disbelief as Jeff stumblingly followed the guiding arm around him leading towards the door. The crowd reluctantly parted and next to them, Stretch was shuffling along, his eye lights blown wide and fuzzily diffused. He started sagging, his skull lolling back on his shoulders and around them were murmurs, people starting to notice.

“Hey, what’s going on? Stretch?” From the direction of the bar, and Jeff glanced back wildly to catch the bartender watching with dawning concern. There was no time to say a word, to even mouth a desperate ‘help’ before he was forcibly swung back around and pushed through the door.

The cold night air was like a slap in the face, sobering, and fear was starting to sink its teeth in past his disbelief. The guy next to him was keeping back out of his line of sight and he could only barely see the one on Stretch, dark hair, taller, burly, did he have a gun, too, who were they and why—?

By the entrance, the bouncer looked up in surprise as they walked past. “Hey, Stretch, you guys, okay?”

“Fuck off!” The man holding onto Jeff barked and the gun swung towards the bouncer. There was a beat of incongruous silence broken by the strains of music coming from inside the bar, then a girl screamed, the waiting crowd scattering.

“Fuck! Get them in the car!” A different voice, loud and panicky and he caught another glimpse of dark hair before he was shoved forward again. He stumbled, almost falling to his knees among the cigarette butts that scattered the asphalt, and the memory of another parking lot was strong, the swell of panic gagging him.

He didn’t resist as he was pushed towards a van, the side door sliding open and then he was inside it, collapsing across the backseat.

Weight dropped directly on top of him with a clatter of bones and Jeff grunted, trying to push Stretch off of him enough to sit up. Only to lose his balance again as the van squealed away from the curb, the tangle of his own limbs catching with Stretch’s limp ones.

A new voice barked from the direction of the driver’s seat. “Get their phones, hurry up!”

Rough hands grabbing at them, and Jeff instinctively tried to recoil, but there was nowhere to go. His phone was yanked from his pocket and Stretch didn’t say a word, only breathing with a slurry snore into Jeff’s ear. There was the sound of a power window going down, of tires squealing against asphalt and the inside of the van was too dark to see.

Not that it mattered. Rough hands hauled Jeff upright and the person they belonged to was wearing a ski mask like a fucking heist cliché. Jeff choked back a hysterical laugh, but even panicked amusement took a backseat when ski mask demanded, “Okay, both of you need to strip.”

Jeff only stared in mute horror, barely comprehending as a duffle bag was suddenly thrust at them.

“Change into these,” Ski Mask ordered, “Don’t get any funny ideas.”

There was a pun there, Stretch would have been able to think of one. Would have if he wasn’t lying slumped across the seat. His sockets were still open, but his eye lights were dim and unseeing, the lights were on and no one was home, not quite a pun but it’d have to do.

“Please, don’t hurt him,” Jeff said. He tried not to look at the guy with the gun as he carefully opened the duffle and pulled out the clothes inside, choosing his words with the same care. “He’s…he’s fragile, just a punch and you could kill him. Please.”

“Then don’t make us do anything that’ll get him hurt.”

Good advice from a shitty source.

Jeff scrambled into the oversized t-shirt and sweatpants in the bag, then helped the other…what, kidnapper? Asshole was the strongest contender in his head and that was what Jeff went with. Helped Asshole #2 get Stretch change into his. The guy was brusque but not ungentle, at least, and the second they were finished, the van pulled up next to a dumpster. A fourth asshole sitting in the front seat hopped out, tossing all their clothes plus the bag into it. Four against two, not including guns, not the best odds. Like Jeff would have been much help even if it were mano a mano. He sure as hell wasn’t a fighter past panicked desperation and he wasn’t about to hinge Stretch’s life on that.

“Now, sit back and relax,” said Asshole With A Gun. “You two behave and no one gets hurt, okay?”

Jeff knew a lie when he heard one. He nodded anyway and huddled into the seat, one arm looped around Stretch to offer what feeble protection he could. His skull resting in Jeff’s lap was a familiar weight from movie nights and Netflix marathons. His unconsciousness was not, but he was alive, they both were. It was a place to start.

Jeff kept silent, petting the smooth curve of Stretch’s skull as he watched the streetlights flash by and waited to see what came next.

tbc

#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #original undertale characters #by any other name

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rosecoloredbi-writes · 3 years

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When the Spark Came Back

Summary: Y/N and Steve dating in high school until suddenly, they weren't. Steve had pushed Y/N away with no explanation. Years later, Y/N finds Steve on stage playing with his band and gathers the nerve to take a step towards healing.

A/N: there is a part 2 to this that I'll be posting momentarily.

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: Swearing? Mentions of parents divorce and kicking their kid out, I think that's it.

It had been too long since you had seen him. You think of the time that has passed by cruelly. Back then you had all been so full of life, so excited for the future, and now, here you were: a jaded 25 year old just looking for relief. College had been good to you, you grew into your own person instead of staying on the steady path of who everyone else had wanted you to be. You opened your arms to adventures rather than shrink from them. You put what you wanted first, and loved yourself first.

The thing that was cruel about time is that now, you no longer felt that excitement about life. Instead you dreaded facing the next day and drug your feet around.

But everything was different around him.

The steady beat of the bass filled your senses. The vibration practically waking you up from the awful nightmare life had been. Then you saw him, and your heart finally felt less heavy. He began strumming his guitar easily and you started singing along. Then you felt the warm glow in your chest and a blush rose to your cheeks as the memories started flooding back.

He had been your first love. In high school he was popular. Everyone loved him or was jealous of him. Eventually, a new boy moved to town and dethroned him of his title of King of Hawkins. He chilled out then. Became more down to earth, and that is when you really began to notice him. He hung out with kids around your sister’s age and could be found driving them to the arcade or bowling or every once in a while he would take them out one on one to get ice cream. He was more tender than he ever allowed himself to be.

To your surprise, he had begun to notice you too. He noticed the way you would shyly smile at him anytime he caught your eye. The way your eyes would light up when you got passionate in classes, and eventually on dates. He noticed everything and was quickly smitten.

The lead singer asked the crowd how they were doing, and the erupting cries brought you back into the present. He was just as lovely now as he ever had been. He had grown out of some of his boyish features, but his eyes still shined with childlike innocence. He still had his long wavy hair that he would run his hands through when they weren’t busy attending to the guitar strings and gripping the neck of his guitar.

You allowed yourself to get lost in the music, but as the concert came to an end you were filled with anxiety. Coming here had been a terrible decision. What if he had forgotten about you? What if that flame you still secretly held had fizzled out over the years apart? You knew that was a huge possibility, but your heart still silently thumped in hope that maybe, just maybe he still felt the same. Even though he had hurt you there had to be a reason, right? You don’t go from being absolutely in love to not overnight.. right?

Your feet carried you to the merch table where the band was hanging out, talking to fans and signing shirts and vinyls, and taking photos. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you heard your voice call out to him.

“Steve?” you yelled a little more than you asked. You closed your eyes for the briefest of moments and took in a deep inhale. When you opened your eyes, his were glued to you.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” he asked as he closed the large gap between the two of you.

“Ha, yeah, it’s me…” you answered, playing with your hair to give your hands something to do. “Uh, hi.” you smiled shyly up at him and suddenly you were both back in high school.

“Hey! Hi. Uh, you are Y/N, right?” Steve asked, running his hands through his hair quickly.

“Yeah… do you need something?” you asked. That would be the only obvious reason Steve Harrington would ever talk to you. Maybe he needed notes from a class or something.

“Actually yes,” he said smiling, “I am in desperate need of your number.”

Your eyes grew wide with shock, but you nodded, knowing words were not going to help you at the moment. You grabbed a pen from your bookbag and quickly wrote down your phone number on his hand, double-checking it to make sure you wrote it down correctly in your fuzzy state.

You hadn’t noticed then, but Steve blushed at the contact of your hands and he swore he had fallen in love with you right then and there.

Steve wrapped his arms around you in a soul-crushing hug that you wished could have lasted forever. Much to your disdain, you were the one to pull back, looking over him all sweaty and still pumped from playing with his band. When your eyes met his, you realized he had been staring too.

“Do you want to get some food once I am done here?” he asked, running his hands through his hair quickly.

You nodded, “I can wait over there?” you said pointing to a few benches, “Take your time, I don’t mind.”

Steve pulled you into another hug before you walked over and sat down.

You watched him interact with fans, and couldn’t help but feel the familiar rush of butterflies anytime he looked at you. You busied yourself staring at your hands and picking carefully at your nails, an anxious habit you had. You smoothed out the black, denim mini skirt you were wearing a few times and retucked your t-shirt until you were satisfied with how it looked and cleaned your glasses. Finding anything to help keep your nerves down.

Finally, you felt a hand on your knee and looked over to find Steve kneeling in front of you, smiling up at you, just like he would in high school.

“You ready?” he asked, offering his hand to help you up.

You took his hand and allowed him to pull you up before answering, “Hell yes I am ready.”

You both decided it would be best if you drove since the vehicle Steve had access to was the band’s tour van. So there you were, driving down the street to your favorite diner. It was still hard to think straight, him being so close to you, but you managed to drive safely in your dad’s old VW Bug. Once the car was parked and you were both out of the car, instinct took over and you grabbed his hand, leading him inside to your favorite booth near the kitchen.

After you had both sat there awkwardly staring at the menu for far too long and the food got there, the conversation started flowing freely. You guys talked about what you’ve been up to, college for you, the band for him. How your families were, how you handled the death of your father. You found out that Steve had gotten a dog, which had been his dream since he was younger, but never could because his parents weren’t around long enough for him to ever bring it up.

“Okay, Steve… I have to ask. What happened?” Your eyebrows drew up, worried about the answer you may get. “I mean… What happened to us? Did you not love me anymore? Was there someone else? I have just been so confused all these years. I haven’t been able to get over you because you never gave me closure.”

Steve thought long and hard before answering and stared long and hard at the mostly eaten burger in front of him. Steve looked like he was going to open his mouth, but stopped for a moment. Instead, he looked you in the eyes before reaching to grab your hand. Something that had always been comforting to you.

“After we graduated, I seriously felt like there was nothing we couldn’t do. That it would always just be me and you and we could take on the world. Then, my parents were home for a while if you remember. They had seemed like they were closer than ever, and I was so happy. I had my parents and I had you and we were no longer stuck in high school. Then, I watched as my parent’s marriage fell apart… and it shook me. It really should not have been a surprise, they generally acted like things were wonderful and they were happy before shit hit the fan. But this shit was permanent. They announced their impending divorce and that I should look at moving into my own place. I just… I couldn’t handle it. I mean, we had been looking at places to move into together, but this made me feel like I was being kicked out of my family. That my family didn’t really exist anymore.” Steve took his hand back for a moment and ran them through his hair a couple of times.

“Y/N, I felt like I had nothing. I know I had you, but the only way I knew how to cope with things was to push everything and everyone as far away as possible. I have regretted not saying goodbye to you every single day since and it has torn me apart. I so wish I could have explained everything to you, and maybe things wouldn’t be the way they are now.” Again he looked at you intensely, but his eyes were soft, before continuing.

“If you need to get over me, I understand. I was so, so selfish 7 years ago. But I also need you to know that I am still in love with you. Seeing you today, it was almost like the lights had come back on. I have been living in the darkness I didn’t know about until today and I will be damned if I don’t say something. Just… please think about it? I know so much time has passed and we are probably so different than we were, but I would be so honored to get to know you again.”

It looked as if tears were welling up in his eyes that he was willing to not spill over.

“Steve, you really hurt me. I need you to understand that one day we were attached at the hip and just, so enthralled with each other, and the next, you were gone. It was almost like you had died in the middle of the night. If you were to leave me again like that, I honestly think it would break me into pieces that could not be mended.”

You took a deep breath, soaking in everything, including the way your eyes began to fill with tears and even let them spill over onto your cheeks, finally getting the relief you have needed for so long. You dabbed at your face with a napkin and looked back up at Steve, who sat there utterly heartbroken at seeing the hurt spill out from you.

After another deep breath, you finished your thoughts.

“I would love to get to know you again too, Steve Harrington.”

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samanthadalton · 3 years

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Can you do a Sam Dalton x MC fic, please? 🙏🥺I miss Sam

hiiiii I’m so sorry it took long I’m trying to work through a few of my requests but I hope you like it 💖

pairing: f!Sam x mc (I named my mc Josie so I’m sticking with that)

Takes place after chapter 6 the engagement party

word count: 3.1k (it’s a long one but Sam deserves)

taglist: @kamilah-sayeeds-habibti (i hope you enjoy it) @cloud9in @alleycat97 (if anyone wants to be added on for this pairing let me know 😊)

Drunk words, sober thoughts

You’re preparing breakfast for Mason and Mickey until a sudden flurry of texts interrupt your cooking, the pings going off every second. Sam stalks into the kitchen, already dressed for work as she reaches for the mug of coffee you prepared for her not a minute before as you’ve become accustomed to your usual morning ritual.

“You’re popular this morning,” she jokes as her eyes flicker over to yours, and you see a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

“Heh. It’s my friend Jenny, she and some of my college friends are going out tomorrow and she keeps begging me to go.” Sam raises an eyebrow at you, the glimmer of amusement dissipating from her eyes and replaced with something you can’t really put a finger on.

“Where do they wanna go?” her tone nonchalant, but her eyes tell a different story. Since the engagement party and your heavy makeout on the rooftop, things have been incredibly awkward with Sam. You’ve barely had a chance to talk with the CEO and she’s been doing a damn good job of avoiding you over the last couple of weeks every time you’ve found yourself in the same room alone after hours.

“Just to the club.”

“Ah. So why don’t you wanna go?”

You shrug your shoulders as you contemplate your answer, “I don’t know, just with settling in the new job and stuff I don’t think going to the club is suitable.”

“Seriously Josie?” Sam raises an eyebrow at you, “tomorrow is your day off and like you said before,” Sam takes a steady gulp, her eyes never leaving yours, “you’re a young single woman, you should have some fun. One of us should at least.” Sam mutters the last part, and you wonder if you were meant to hear that bit until your eyes meet and something in Sam’s eyes flashes, and suddenly you find yourself falling back into the memory of you and Sam on the rooftop. The rooftop where you were screaming at Sam for being jealous of you and Robin, where you found yourself chastising Sam for her overly zealous behaviour, moments before you found yourself attached at the lips, passion infiltrating your senses as you kissed her recklessly. You come out of your reverie, your face flushed as you look away from Sam, unable to meet her eyes.

“You’re right.” You nod slowly and you mull over Sam’s words, hesitantly you pick up the phone to text Jenny that you’ll be there tomorrow and as you set your phone down, Sam opens her mouth to speak but is interrupted by the sudden stomping of Mason and Mickey who race into the kitchen at the smell of your cooking.

“Morning Josie!” the twins say as they settle in their seats, you ruffle their hair and place a plate of waffles in front of the boys as they hungrily scoff the food down.

“Slow down boys you might get a stomach ache.” Sam places a chaste kiss on each of the twin’s forehead before giving you a swift nod and heading out to work.

….

The next night you’re getting ready to go out as you stand in front of your closet with Jenny lounging on your bed inattentively scrolling through her phone. You turn and snap your fingers at her, “Jenny! Pay attention. What do I wear?”

Jenny groans before getting up and standing beside you, “I usually love giving you fashion advice but you’ve literally turned down every dress I’ve picked out.”

“Because it has to be perfect.”

“Why?”

“Because. I-” you stammer, not able to come up with a valid reason, but the voice in the back of your mind has been pestering you for the last hour, and all you know is that tonight you have to look flawless.

Jenny side eyes you, carefully considering, “Okay say no more.” You’re grateful at how well Jenny knows you in knowing when to not pressure you into speaking. She briskly claps her hands together, her usual peppy self sprouting up again as she assesses your closet. “Mmmmmm, this one.” She holds out a short red dress with thin straps and holds out the dress to you, “if you’re looking to make an impression tonight I advise you to wear this tonight.”

You stare at the dress, the redness of it radiates at you, and you fully know that you’ll definitely be the centre of attention if you wear the dress tonight. In your heart however, you realize you only want the attention of one person, Sam.

“Come oooon. We’re gonna be late. Try it on and trust my expertise please.” Jenny pleads, flashing her puppy dog eyes and you can’t bring yourself to say no.

“Fine, give it here.” After trying on the dress, and pairing it with red stiletto heels, you’re interrupted by a brisk knock on the door as you‘re looking into the mirror, putting on your lipstick while Jenny straightens your hair. “Come in!”

Sam gingerly opens the door, as her eyes scan the room until they find you, and she visibly can’t tear her eyes from you. Her eyes meticulously roam your outfit, flashing with undisguised desire. “Josie..” Sam’s at a loss for words as her mouth hangs open, until Jenny’s shrill voice breaks her out of her trance and Sam looks over at the peppy brunette as if she’s only noticing her presence for the first time.

“Doesn’t she look hot?”

Heat rises to your cheeks as you avert your eyes from Sam’s, looking embarrassed as you reply, “Jenny!” Your voice comes out more snappier than you intended but your best friend gets the hint and clasps her mouth shut, focusing on her task of straightening your hair. You clear your throat before looking back up at the CEO and you see a similar blush on her face, as she conspicuously tries not to let her eyes drift to your body. “Sorry about her Sam. Did you need something?”

Sam clenches her jaw slightly, before inhaling slightly, her demeanor becoming more relaxed by the second, “no, I just wanted to make sure you’re okay and wanted to ask if you needed a ride to the club.”

Before you can open your mouth, Jenny chimes in, “of course! That would save us money on using an Uber.” You plaster a small smile on your face, trying to camouflage your uneasiness.

“Yeah, thanks Sam.”

“Well just let me know when you’re ready to head out.”

“Wait, you’re driving us? I thought that maybe Carter-”

“No, Carter has retired for the night. I wouldn’t want to bother him.”

“What about the boys, they shouldn’t be left alone.”

Sam eyes glistens with humour as she realises that you keep coming up with excuses to not be in a car with her, “Robin’s here. We have some paperwork to go over so she can watch the boys while we’re gone.” You try to come up with another excuse, your mind blanking as Sam smirks at you, and you begrudgingly accept her ride.

As you step out of the room and walk into the office to call Sam, Robin sits at the front of the desk, her eyes drifting to your body, appraising every inch of you as she lets out a low whistle. “Damn, Josie. You look hot.” Before you can respond, Sam appears at the door, her eyes dark blazing into Robin’s, as a scowl outlines her face.

“Josie. Are you ready to go?” Her eyes snap back to you, and the grimace from her expression shifts into a more softer look.

You nod and leave the room with Sam in tow, behind you Robin calls out, “go get some!” You laugh shaking your head as you meet Jenny who’s waiting by the lift and make your way down.

…..

As Sam pulls up the car, she steps out and opens the door for you and Jenny, and you slide into the backseat on the car as Jenny sits next to you and Sam moves to the driver’s seat, your eyes meeting in the rear-view mirror. You pointedly glance away, tapping away on your phone as Jenny gives Sam the directions to the club. Suddenly, your phone rings and you see your friend, Eva’s name flashing on your screen. You accept the call and her voice blares out on the other end as loud bass music and her voice crackles out, her words slightly slurring, “heeey, where are you guys?”

“Yeah sounds like you guys started without us,” you put the phone on speaker holding it between you and Jenny.

“You guys were taking forever!” Another voice rings out on the other end, most likely your friend Reina judging by her shrieking voice, she’s also wasted.

“Blame Josie, she took forever picking a dress,” Jenny teases and you facetiously roll your eyes. You maintain a conversation for the rest of the drive as Sam sits in the front in silence, occasionally smiling to herself when she hears your friends voices ring out as they sing along to the music or just scream on the phone. Eventually you turn off your phone promising your friends you’re close and you’re soon pulling up to the club.

“We’re here.” Sam smiles as she turns to face you and Jenny, her gaze warm.

“Thank you so much for the ride Ms Dalton,” Jenny replies as she opens the door and starts to slide out of her seat, careful not to crease her dress as she does.

“I told you to call me Sam, Ms Dalton makes me sound too old,” Sam jests and Jenny gleams at the CEO as she thanks her once again, this time fully enunciating Sam’s name. As Jenny leaves the car you’re about to slide out after her until Sam’s soft hands lightly touch your arm and you suddenly feel anchored in your seat. “Josie I-” her eyes flashes with the same expression yesterday morning when you mentioned the club and your brows furrow as you take in the pointed look on her face.

“Is something wrong?”

You watch as the unfamiliar expression shifts into an abashed grin as she languidly moves her hand from your arms, her fingers ghosting down your arms eliciting goosebumps as it moves.

“No.” She plasters a pageant smile on her face, and somehow you just know she’s putting up a front, “hope you have a good night and Robin and I will most likely be up late so don’t hesitate to call if you need a ride home.” Sam looks like she wants to say more but she presses her lips together in a thin line, just before you can ask, Jenny’s shrill voice cuts through the air tearing you out of the moment.

“I should go.” You carefully slide out of your seat and then shut the car door, linking your arm with Jenny’s as she ushers you into the club. Before you enter you look over your shoulder to see Sam’s car driving off in the distance, and you feel a tiny pang in your heart. Once you enter the club, the music blares, momentarily overtaking your senses until you stalk over to the bar and order 3 shots, downing them all one after another.

“Damnnnnnnn,” Jenny says, gazing at you with astonishment.

“Well everyone else is already drunk so we have to catch up,” you raise your third shot in the air as a toast and then throw back the drink, the burn of the tequila sliding down your throat and settling into your stomach and you feel already more at ease.

“True dat.” Jenny responds as you order more drinks before meeting up with your friends who are in the middle of burning up the dance floor.

“Josie!” They cheer as you arrive and you sandwich yourself between your friend Eva and another girl named Flora as you begin dancing with them.

…..

You’re unsure about how much time has passed but after a few more drinks, you feel the alcohol running through you and your thoughts begin running wild. Your mind flashes back to Sam and anger begins filling up your senses. Though a small part of your brain says you’re thinking irrationally, the rest of your brain is fueled with both frustration and alcohol and before you know it, you’re standing in the corner of the club with your phone in your hand.

….

Sam and Robin sit in Sam’s office working through some documents until Sam’s phone begins vibrating and her screen flashes with messages.

“Jesus, it’s almost 1am, who the hell in texting you now?” Robin raises an eyebrow at her sister while Sam continues examining the papers in front of her, her eyes never tearing away as she retorts, “not important. Focus.” Her tone reprimanding as the two women fall back into silence until Sam’s phone buzzes again breaking the silence in the room.

“For god sakes check your phone it might be important.”

Sam sighs, and slams her papers onto the desk before picking up her phone and she sees your name on her screen and sees she has left several voice messages. All the anger dispels from her face as she unlocks her phone and brings it up to her ear after pressing play.

“Heeeeeey Saaaaam.’

Sam chuckles, at the sound of your voice, your words are slightly slurred and your voice is quite low as the message plays.

“I juss wanna say that I was thinking, aaand it occurred to me, why are you getting so mad at me when you kissed me?” Your tone at this point in the message is filled with anger and as you keep rambling on Sam’s eyes hastily snaps to Robin, who’s preoccupied with her document she hasn’t heard your voice over Sam’s phone.

“And you know what? Screw you! If I wanna have fun then I’ll have fun, I don’t need you controlling me.” Sam clenches her jaw, anger swelling up inside of her as she abruptly stands from her chair, grabbing her keys while Robin shouts out after her sister, “where the hell are you going?”

…..

After slipping a hundred dollar bill to the bouncer so she can skip the line, Sam observes the club’s surroundings, until her gaze catches sight of you on the dance floor dancing with a random club goer. She internally debates whether she should interrupt you but when the stranger places her hand on your waist Sam pushes all thoughts aside and begins charging onto the dancefloor. You’re so engrossed in your dancing that you don’t realise Sam’s presence until you hear her soft voice in your ear and you jerk your head back to make sure you’re not dreaming.

“Sam! What are you doing here?”

Something flashes in Sam’s eyes, and this time you know what it is, jealousy and it is a green eyed monster alright. Her darkened eyes bore into yours as your arms are still wrapped around the stranger’s who’s too drunk to notice Sam.

“Let’s go.” Sam reaches out to take your arm before you jolt back, placing a distance between you and the CEO.

“No I wanna stay.” Like a child you stomp and cross your arms, pouting at the CEO.

“Where are you friends? Where’s Jenny?”

You nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m dancing with…” your mind struggles to remember the name of the person whom you were just dancing with so you sloppily wave your hand over at the girl, which just seems to frustrate Sam more.

“You’re drunk Josie, let’s get you home.” She takes a step forward until the stranger takes a step towards Sam placing her hand on the CEO’s chest.

“Do you know her?” the stranger speaks over her shoulder, as her hand remains firmly on Sam’s chest.

“Take your hand off me right now before we have a problem,” though she keeps a cool stoic expression, the tone in Sam’s voice sparks with threat and the stranger removes her hand retreating from the encounter. “Alright let’s go.” Sam takes out her hand and you bitterly accept it, letting the CEO maneuver you out of the club and ushering you into the front seat of her car. “Are you gonna be okay? Do you feel like throwing up?”

“Just take me home,” slightly mortified by your childish behaviour at the club you turn away from Sam and lean your head against the window and soon your eyelids start feeling heavy and you let the sleep consume you.

You’re woken up by a gentle shake by Sam, a worried expression etched on her face as her hand rubs comforting circles on your shoulder. “Where are we?”

“Home. Here let me help you out.” Sam exits the car and comes around the other side opening the door and wrapping an arm around your waist. She easily hoists you up and you lean on her, steadying your weight as you place an arm around her shoulder. “Okay we’re gonna start walking now.” She carefully takes you into the building and you make your way into the elevator and soon you’re back at home. Sam carefully sets you on your bed and moves towards your feet, delicately removing your heels before tucking you into the duvet.

“Thank you Sam,” your voice a whisper as you feel yourself slipping back into a sleep, Sam smiles and gently kisses your forehead and soon you’re passed out again. Sam moves into the hallway taking out her phone bringing it to her ear. She replays the last voice message you sent her, her eyes glimmering with bliss as she listens to your words.

“You have some nerve telling me to have fun tonight. I mean how can I have fun when I keep thinking of you? That kiss on the rooftop.” You let out a humourless laugh, “that freaking kiss. I can’t stop thinking about it and I hate you for it. I hate that you’re on my mind all the time and how badly I want you. I hate that you make me so vulnerable. I may not be some fancy business woman like Sofia but at least I’m someone who genuinely cares about you. And I know you care about me too, so I don’t care that you’re engaged to some freaking robot. Because I know what we have is real and I-.” In the background you hear Jenny’s voice cut through and the voice message hastily ends but Sam looks down at her phone, eyes filled with hope because she knows she feels exactly the same.

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moonscriptsx · 4 years

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Constellations (M)

SUMMARY: He was the president of one of the most notorious fraternities on campus. You had expected him to be the same as his other brothers — a sex-crazed, binge drinking maniac; But the truth ended up surprising you — in more ways than one.

GENRE/WARNINGS: College!AU, Fratboy!Namjoon; slight angst due to a misunderstanding but for the most part it’s light hearted up until the smut. Includes Namjoon being the sweetest soul, the reader jumping to conclusions, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, and protected sex.

WORDS: 10.2k.

A/N: Another repost from the vault. Namjoon is soft in this and so am I for him.

When you first pulled up to the university, you hadn't expected much. The things you saw on television seemed to be too dramatic, incredibly fictitious, and just completely barbaric. But within the first week of settling in your dorm room and getting to know those around your campus building, you realized that the crazy things on television were actually real. From the late night parties, to the fraternities and sororities, they all existed. While you were more for studying and actually wanting to pass school, you never minded attending a party every once in a while – unless they were thrown by the notorious frats that were littered along Greek Row. The fraternity parties were wild; beer overflowing from kegs as drunk college boys attempted to show their worth, drinking 'til it feels like their head is going to explode, along with girls swaying and stumbling all over the place as their friends try to help them walk in a straight line without puking their guts out from the liquid that the majority of them had no idea what it was.

You tried your best to stay far away from them, although that was hard considering that you were a member of Chi Omega (hey, just because you don't like fraternities doesn't mean you didn't enjoy the sisterhood that came along with being in a sorority -- and also the cheap rent), but it seemed as if luck was not on your side tonight. While you were an active member when it came to fundraising for the sorority, you tended to leave the after parties up to your fellow sisters, opting to be voted as the designated driver most of the time. But tonight – you were requested to join the party. Hana, the president of the sorority, had sought you out earlier in the day and all but demanded you to join in on the fun for once, and as a loyal sister of the sorority -- you didn't have much choice other than to accept the demand.

So here you were, a red solo cup in hand, watching your fellow sisters mingle with the various boys who littered the dance floor and frat house. You were never one for much dancing, so you opted to sit diligently on the red velvet couch, sipping from your cup every now and again. The deep bass from the music vibrated the walls of the house, sweaty bodies moving together in a grinding heap as they danced together. Your cheeks were flushed, partly from the alcohol you were consuming, but mostly from the raging temperatures that surrounded the air. Between the rising heat and the smell of liquor mixed with a hint of pot, you were ready for some fresh air. Exhaling quietly to yourself, you push yourself up from the couch and make your way to the balcony doors.

The moment the fresh night air breezed past your face, you sighed in contentment as you walked over to the bannister of the balcony. Surprisingly there were only a few party-goers occupying the deck; two guys were chatting amongst themselves with beers in their hand while they lounged on one of the deck chairs, and a couple was nestled together in another chair, their faces pressed tightly together. Turning your head away from the sight before you, you look at the night sky. The subtle twinkling of the stars make a small smile appear on your lips, a serene feeling washing over you as you stare up at the sky. It isn't until you notice a presence beside you do you finally snap out of your daze.

"It's a beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

Your head snaps to the right, your gaze settling on a dimpled grin, and wow -- he's fucking cute. Nodding you bite the inside of your lip, trying to contain yourself, as you look back towards the night sky.

"It sure is," you hum, resting your arms on the ledge. "The night sky is my favorite."

You feel the boy shift beside you and the wind blows just right that you catch a scent of his cologne, the fragrance wafting through the air and making your head spin in delight.

"Oh yeah?" He asks, his grin widening. "Why is that?"

Mirroring his grin you turn your head back to look at him, your shoulders shrugging as you rest your side against the ledge.

"There's so much more to see in the night sky than there is during the day. There's the stars, of course, and then there's the moon, and sometimes if you look in the right spot you can see the different constellations. Not to mention that looking for the big and little dippers is pretty exciting."

Smiling at your excitement, the boy nods in acknowledgement, his arms reaching to rest beside yours.

“I see your point," he muses, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"Sorry," you chuckle bashfully. "I'm just really passionate about things like this. I'm majoring in astronomy and sometimes I just... I don't know, I just love the whole idea of learning about what's out there beyond what we're able to see, you know?"

The boy nods again, genuinely interested in your words.

"Definitely," he agrees. "I'm genuinely curious as to what's beyond the earth. Like are there different lifeforms on other planets? Or maybe there's an entirely new planet that we haven't even discovered yet."

"Exactly!" You exclaim. "That's the beauty of it all, isn't it? Being able to explore realms of the universe you never even thought to have existed?"

A deep chuckle resonates from the boy then, his brown eyes twinkling in the dull porch light, and you can't help but think that they're resembling that of the stars above you.

"Your excitement is cute," he flirts, making another pool of heat wash over your cheeks as you look away bashfully.

"Thanks," you reply meekly.

Straightening his posture, the boy reaches his arms above his head as he stretches, a gentle smile on his face as he leans against the ledge now.

"So what brings you to this party?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type to be around this stuff."

Your face falls at that, eyebrows casting downwards in confusion, and you flinch back away from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

The boy blanches then, eyes widening as he furiously shakes his head.

"No, no! I didn't mean it in a bad way!" He clarifies, taking a step towards you. "I just meant that – fuck, I don't know what I'm trying to say."

A groan emits from his lips as he covers his face with his hands, his embarrassed state making you giggle quietly as you reach out to pat him on the shoulder.

"It's okay," you laugh. "I know what you meant."

Breathing a sigh of relief, he drops his hands from his face as he looks at you, a sheepish smile forming on his plump lips.

"Sorry," he apologizes. "I get flustered a little bit when I'm around beautiful girls like you. But, if it helps, I'm not that big on parties either."

Another wave of heat flushes your cheeks and you have to bite the inside of your lip as you turn to glance in front of you, your gaze settling on the darkened road ahead of you.

"I came here with my sisters tonight," you say quietly. "They told me that I spend too much time being the designated driver for them and that I should be the one to have fun tonight – so here I am."

Tilting his head to the side, the boy sends you a confused look.

"Sisters?"

You laugh, nodding.

"My sorority sisters," you grin. "They're the ones who made me come tonight."

An impressed look falls over his face then, lips pressing into a line as he nods.

"Ah, I see," he chuckles quietly. "So you're a sorority girl, huh?"

Raising a hand in the air, you grin sheepishly.

"Chi Omega," you giggle. "I'm (Y/N), by the way."

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he smiles, and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach. "I'm --"

"Joon-ah!"

The drunken slur falls from a boy stumbling out of the doorway, a wide grin spread across his lips as he makes his way over to the pair of you. A snapback adorns the drunkards head, a colorful t-shirt on his torso paired with skin-tight black jeans on his muscular legs. You watch as he slings an arm around the other boy's shoulders, an overwhelming stench of tequila hitting your nose as he breathes out.

"You're missing the party, man!" He slurs, his glazed-over eyes falling on you. "Damn, who's the babe?"

Gritting your teeth, you watch as Namjoon pushes his friend's arm off of his shoulder.

"Go inside, Hobi. I'll be there in a few."

Namjoon's words seemed to please his drunken friend, Hoseok beaming gleefully as he pats his friend on the shoulder before throwing a wink at you.

"Hope to see you inside, too, beautiful," he slurs. "Meet ya in there, prez!"

The two of you watch as Hoseok stumbles away, the drunken boy all but clambering inside of the frat house with a loud cheer. By this point you can feel the anger begin to boil in the pit of your stomach, your teeth gritting as your lips press into a thin line. Namjoon doesn't seem to notice your angry state as a sheepish smile forms on the president's lips, a hand running through his tousled locks as he sighs.

"Sorry 'bout that," he apologizes. "He can be a handful sometimes. I'm --"

"Kim Namjoon."

His name falls from your lips with an icy tone, your eyes glazing over with anger as a shocked look crosses his features.

"You know who I am?" He asks, and you chuckle humorlessly.

"Of course I do," you spit out. "You're the fucking president of Sigma Chi, how could I not know you?"

Namjoon blinks, your harsh tone startling him, and he frowns as you step away from him when he moves closer to you.

"Are you alright?" He asks with concern, and you scoff.

"Am I alright?" You retort, rolling your eyes. "Let me ask you something, Namjoon --"

His name falls from your lips with such venom it makes the boy shiver, a visible wince falling over his features as your eyes narrow into a glare.

"Did my sisters put you up to this?" You ask harshly, crossing your arms over your chest. "Did they tell you that they thought I needed to get laid or something? Is that what this is?"

Namjoon immediately panics; the boy's eyes widening as he furiously shakes his head.

"No!" He says quickly. "God, no! I didn't even know that --"

"Bullshit," you spat out. "I can't believe this. I honestly thought I had found a decent guy who was intellectually interested in me only to find out he's the fucking president of this fucking frat house."

Namjoon is still in panic mode as he watches you make your way to the door, the boy clambering to get to your side as he grabs your arm.

"Wait, (Y/N)!" He calls out, and you spin around to snatch your arm out of his grip. "I honestly didn't know."

You shake your head, one hand on the doorknob, and you inhale sharply as you throw one last glance towards him.

"Tell it to someone who cares, Namjoon," opening the door, you make a move to walk inside before you stop short. "Tell my sisters I went home."

And with that, you angrily slip through the door and make your way out of the house, ready to forget all about this disaster of a night.

The brisk morning air whips past you as you walk down the road, your body shivering underneath the light jacket you wore. It was a little past eight in the morning and you were headed to your first class of the day – Physics. Just the thought of the class made you grimace, an unwelcomed feeling enveloping you as you walk along the concrete. While you held passion for your major, the requirements that came along with it weren't the most favorable. You would much rather look through a telescope that showed you the worlds beyond the stars than to read about them in an old, hefty textbook. It's always been like that for you; ever since you were younger, you learned so much more from doing things rather than reading about them. The information you got about actually doing experiments helped you with your studies so much more than text on a page ever could.

Heaving a sigh, you shove your hands into the pocket of your jacket, the view of the university coming into your eyesight as you round the campus grounds. Just as you reached the courtyard, a loud voice from behind you calls out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

A feeling of irritation and anger fills your body at the familiarity of the voice, your lips pressing into a thin line as you turn around to give the boy a pointed look.

"What?" You ask harshly, eyes narrowing into slits as you glare at him. Namjoon flinches at your tone, the boy visibly grimacing, and he stops walking when he's beside you.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" He asks, panting slightly, and you wonder if he had been following you this whole time.

"Now's not a good time, Namjoon," you dismiss. "I'm going to be late for class."

You make a move to turn around but you stop short when you feel his hand enclose around your wrist, your body freezing up at his touch. Electric shocks run through your body as his warm hand wraps around yours, your head whipping around to meet the gleaming brown of his eyes. His gaze is warm, friendly almost, and there's a shadow of a smile gracing his plump lips before his tongue runs along them. There's a white t-shirt adorning his long torso, black ripped skinny jeans hugging his legs, and a black snapback placed on his head. He's the definition of a frat boy, you note, but you can't help but admire how fucking good he looks.

"Please," he says quietly, fingers sweeping softly across the skin of your palm before he drops your hand. "Just, please... Hear me out."

You snap out of your daze then, your head shaking as you step back from him.

"What's there to hear, Namjoon?" You ask coldly. "You were never truly interested in me. You just wanted to get laid."

Namjoon shakes his head, the boy taking a step closer to you only making you step further back.

"That's not it at all, (Y/N)," he denies, but you roll your eyes.

"Try as hard as you might, Namjoon. You're not going to convince me that the other night wasn't planned by one of our friends."

With that you spin around on your heel and make your way towards the campus, Namjoon's shouts of your name fading with every step you took.

Between the sound of buttons being pressed on a keyboard and the quiet whispers of the people around you, frustration pooled in your body as you stared down at your textbook. You had a test tomorrow and you were trying -- keyword trying – to study, but every little thing was becoming distracting. Whether it was the sound of someone walking out of the library or even a small cough, you just couldn't focus on your textbook. Heaving out a sigh, you cradle your face in your hands as you lean down against the table, a quiet groan emitting from you as you rest against the textbook. From across the table you hear a soft chuckle, a hand coming to rest on your head as fingers slide through your locks.

"You alright, girl?" Hana asks, a grin on her face. Another groan falls from your lips as you lift your head to look at her, a frown on your lips.

"No," you grit, glaring down at your textbook. "I can't fucking focus."

She snorts then, a smirk on her lips as she leans forward on her elbows.

"Something on your mind?" She asks coyly, raising an eyebrow. "Or should I say – someone?"

You frown, confusion floating across your features, and your head tilts slightly as you lean back against the chair.

"No," you retort. "Why do you say that?"

The smirk on her face widens as she shrugs nonchalantly, fingers twisting together as she rests them on the table.

"A little birdie told me that they saw you and a certain Kim Namjoon getting cozy outside at Sigma Chi's party last Saturday."

You grimace at her words, the anger from that night and this morning beginning to bubble from the pit of your stomach, and you glare at her from across the table. Closing your textbook you lean back and sigh, frustration spilling from your pores.

"We weren't getting cozy," you clarify, rolling your eyes. "We were just talking. And besides, nothing happened. We were obviously set up, anyways."

Her eyebrows cast downwards, face scrunching up in confusion, and she's giving you a pointed look.

"What do you mean?" She asks, and you shrug.

"I mean, someone from our house probably set it up for him to go talk to me. You all think I need to get out more and talk to guys so I'm willing to bet that one of you sent him to me."

Hana frowns at that, hurt flashing across her features.

"(Y/N), none of us would ever do that. Sure we bug you about not going on dates with guys but we know well enough not to set you up with someone you don't even know."

She has a point, you think to yourself.

A sly smile forms on Hana's lips then, the girl sliding back against her seat as she crosses her arms over her chest.

"If it helps," she says coyly. "Namjoon keeps asking about you."

That catches your attention.

Lifting your head so that you're looking at her, Hana smirks widely as she watches your reaction. He's been asking about you? What does that even mean? There's no way that's true... Right?

"What do you mean asking about me? And how did you even see him?"

"First off, he's in my English Literature class. The dude's a fucking genius, okay, apparently he has an IQ of 148 or some shit like that. Not to mention he's the top student in the class... Anyways, after lecture was over he came up to me and asked if I knew you, and when I said I did he asked how you were doing. Like, he was genuinely concerned he had done something wrong... I can understand why, though, you're a tough one to crack."

Rolling your eyes at her comment, you scoff playfully.

"I'm not that tough," you mutter, and you snorts.

"(Y/N), you thought one of us set him up to find you. You're a tough bitch."

Her words send both of you giggling, the librarian in the corner of the room sending the two of you death glares as you snicker. Once you've calmed down, you're shaking your head and leaning forward on your elbows, a frown on your face.

"I just --" you begin, licking your lips subconsciously. "I really did click with him. He listened to me ramble on about the stars and constellations and he acted like he was genuinely interested... But what if he isn't?"

Hana's face softens at your words, her hand reaching forward to grab onto yours as an encouraging smile graces her lips.

"You never know if you don't try, sweetheart. If there was a connection between the two of you, then go for it. What do you have to lose?"

You grin at her words, your grip on her hand tightening as you giggle quietly.

"I should date you instead," you say playfully, making Hana flick her hair off her shoulder.

"I'm awesome, I know," she jokes. "If it doesn't work out with Namjoon, hit me up. I'm single."

The two of you fall into another fit of giggles then, you shaking your head at your friend's antics before turning back to your book and going back to studying.

It was a little past three in the afternoon when you finally stepped out of the campus building, successfully finishing your last class of the day. The feeling of freedom wracked your body and you're grinning happily when the cool afternoon breeze whips past you, a much better feeling as opposed to the chill you felt this morning. The sky was a crisp blue color, not a cloud in sight, and you couldn't be any happier than you were at that moment. But as you were walking in the direction of Greek Row, a figure resting underneath the big oak tree in the courtyard caught your attention.

The white t-shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and the black snapback told you who resided underneath the oak. Your heart sped up as you examined the boy's figure; he had a book in his hands, his head bobbing to some unknown tune, and he was focused solely on the text that was in his hands. He looked peaceful, studious almost, and you can feel butterflied start to flutter wildly in your stomach as you watched him turn the page. Hana's words from earlier rung in your head, the encouragement she gave you was beginning to overcome you, and the next thing you knew you were walking towards the boy without a second thought.

You can feel your nerves shoot right up your body as you stand in front of him, his head lifting from his book as he looks up at you. Shock is written in his features as his gaze settled on your face, his mouth almost falling open before he catches himself. Instantly he's marking the page he was on and placing the book by his side, Namjoon all but scrambling up against the tree as he sits upright.

"(Y/N)," he chokes out, sending a smile your way. "Hey."

Offering him a small smile, you gesture towards the empty spot next to him.

"Mind if I sit?" You ask quietly, and he shakes his head furiously.

"No!" He exclaims, eyes widening. "I mean -- go ahead."

Grinning at him, you push away the nerves as you plop down next to him on the ground. The feeling of his clothed legs gently brushing your bare ones makes your breath hitch slightly, the friction of his clothes making heat pool in your body and you're swallowing thickly as you look at him. Seeing him in the daylight, and actually paying attention to his features, you realize just how handsome he really is. With full, plump lips, warm brown eyes that glimmered with mischief, and a pair of dimples that melted your heart – he was fucking beautiful.

Licking your lips, you twist your hands together in your lap as you break your gaze from him, instead opting to look ahead of you at the plethora of students exiting the building. You can feel Namjoon's gaze on you, a frown on your lips, and you let out a sigh as you lean back against the bark of the tree.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, looking guiltily at the ground. Namjoon's eyebrows furrow in confusion, the boy shifting his body so that he's facing you.

"For what?"

"For not believing you."

Turning your head, you meet his gaze and smile apologetically at him. His lips are parted, a small amount of shock clear on his features before he's snapping out of it and waving a hand at you.

"Don't worry about it," he dismisses. "I understood where you were coming from. It's alright."

Shaking your head at him, you place a gentle hand on his.

"But it's not," you say quietly. "I jumped to conclusions and assumed something I shouldn't have. So... I'm sorry."

Chuckling lowly under his breath, Namjoon's gaze drifts down to your hand on his and he lets a small smirk cross his lips before he's lifting his gaze and looking at you with mischief glinting in his eyes.

"If you really want to make it up to me," he says playfully, nudging your shoulder gently. "You can come out with me on Friday night."

Your heart speeds up at that, lips pressing together as you try to contain yourself, and you bashfully look away from him as you feel heat rise to your cheeks. It was funny to think that just a few hours ago you were so irked by him, the anger from last Saturday still evident in your system, but ever since you talked to Hana... You had mulled over the possibilities of actually giving the boy a chance, just one chance, to see if he was actually the boy you hoped he'd be. And now that he's sitting in front of you, saying these words... You decided to throw caution to the wind and take him up on his offer.

"Okay," you murmur, making Namjoon's eyes widen.

"Wait, really?!" He asks, excitement coating his tone. You smile at him and nod, your hand tightening around his as you nudge his shoulder playfully.

"Really."

The rest of the week seemed to pass by within the blink of an eye and before you knew it, you were getting ready to go out with Namjoon. Anticipation mixed with a slight panic filled your body as you stood in front of the full length mirror, your gaze casting over your reflection as you let out a heavy sigh. From beside you there's a low whistle, Hana's face coming into view as she steps beside you. Her gaze runs down your body as she nods in acknowledgement, her hands clapping together as she grins.

"Girl," she says, poking your side. "You look good."

Wearily you turn your head to look at her, your teeth chewing nervously on the inside of your lip.

"You think?" You ask, worry coating your tone. She scoffs, pushing you closer to the mirror so you can fully see yourself.

"Hell yes!" She exclaims. "Girl, look at yourself. You look hot!"

Your weary gaze glances towards the mirror, your eyes raking up and down your body as you scan your appearance. Due to the chilly weather, you had opted to wear a black sweater that had a lace trim, dark blue skinny jeans that seemed to hug your legs in all the right places, and a pair of lace-up boots. While the outfit was simple, you certainly looked a lot better than you usually did. And although you admit that you looked good, you still couldn't shake the nerves that wracked your body. Hana must have noticed your state because she's letting out a sigh as she grabs a hold of your shoulders and turning you to look at her, her expression stern.

"Listen to me, (Y/N)," she says, looking you dead in the eye. "You are beautiful, you are smart, you are funny. He's already pretty smitten with you, by the looks of it, and tonight is only going to further his feelings for you. There is absolutely nothing to worry about, okay?"

Just as you nod to acknowledge her words, the doorbell of the sorority house rings and you feel your shoulders tense up. Hana grins as she pushes you towards the door (not before giving you a smack on the ass out of encouragement) and whispering 'good luck' to you as you make your way to the door. Grasping a hold of the handle, you suck in a breath before turning the knob and opening the door. The sight of Namjoon's smiling face comes into view and you can feel your breath hitch in your throat as your gaze settles on him.

Adorned in all black from head to toe stood Namjoon, a bouquet of a dozen red roses in his hands. His honey brown hair is styled off of his forehead, the usual snapback missing, and god, he looks so fucking good. He's grinning from ear to ear as he looks at you, the roses being held out for you to take, and he's wrapping an arm around your waist before he leans in to press his plump lips to your cheek.

"You look beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, and jesus christ, you swear you've died and gone to heaven.

A wave of heat flushes your cheeks as you take the roses from his hands, a bashful smile dancing across your lips as you watch him draw back from you.

"Thank you," you murmur, taking his hand in yours. "You look very handsome."

His grin only widens at your compliment, the grip on your hand tightening.

"You ready to go?" He asks, and you nod with a quiet hum.

Wordlessly he's pulling you off of the doorstep and down past the entrance gate, his cherry red Mustang coming into view. You mutter a small 'thank you' to him when he opens the door for you, his hand never leaving yours until you're seated comfortably, before he's making his way over to the driver's side and sliding in next to you. Revving up the engine, he takes your hand in his once more before driving away.

The nerves that you had felt before the date were completely gone. Instead you felt giddy, happiness overflowing through your body as you sat and chatted idly with the boy driving. And while you were still slightly on edge – only because he had yet to tell you where the two of you were going -- you were comfortable. His hand was tightly clasped yours over the center console, the soft hum of music echoing around the car as he pulls into an abandoned parking lot. You quirk an eyebrow at your surroundings, casting a curious glance over towards the boy who was now parking the car and unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Where are we?" You ask, making Namjoon grin.

"You'll see," he retorts, and you playfully poke his side.

"Is this where you kill me?" You ask jokingly, Namjoon's grin widening as he retaliates and pokes your side.

"How could I ever kill someone as beautiful as you?"

The comment makes your face flush for what seems like the millionth time since you met him, and you're wordlessly unbuckling your seatbelt before making a move to open the door, however, Namjoon had made it there before you could even grasp the handle. Holding his hand out for you to take (which you graciously did), he helps you out of the car and slides his fingers between the empty spaces of yours. The chilly night air makes you shiver slightly, your body reflexively molding closer to Namjoon's as the two of you walk out into the empty field. The grass crackles beneath your boots, and you're silently thanking yourself for not choosing Hana's option for heels, before Namjoon moves behind you.

You feel his hands come up behind you before covering your eyes, your vision growing black as he squeezes his fingers closed. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, the sensation making your skin flare up in goosebumps, and then his soothing voice is filling your ears, only furthering the bumps along your flesh.

"No peeking, okay?" He orders, and you nod.

"Okay..." You say meekly.

You trust him as he guides you, your hands coming up to rest on his, and you're slowly sinking into the warmth of his body as he walks you further into the clearing. But then he's coming to a halt, his fingers slipping between yours once more, and he's leaning down to press his mouth to your ear.

"You can look now, beautiful."

Gently he takes your hands, your vision slowly coming back to you as he removes his from your face, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat at the sight before you. There's a blanket laid out on the grass, a basket placed on top of it -- but that wasn't the best part. Beside the blanket, he had set up a long, silver telescope that was angled towards the night sky. Your heart swelled in your chest at the sight, and you swore you could kiss him right then and there... But before you could he's taking your hand and leading you towards the blanket, a sheepish smile on his lips as the two of you sit down onto the checkered cloth.

"Is it too much?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck. You shake your head furiously, eyes wide in amazement.

"No," you breath out. "It's fucking amazing."

Chuckling at your choice words, Namjoon reaches forward to grab a bowl out of the basket, the boy uncovering the plate before fishing out two pairs of chopsticks.

"It's not much," he says sheepishly. "But I'm a terrible cook and kimchi is really the only thing I know how to make."

Giggling at him, you graciously take one of the chopsticks before digging in. The moment the food hits your mouth, you have to fight back a groan at the delicious taste. Instead you opt for humming appreciatively, your head nodding in acknowledgement as you grab another mouthful of food. From beside you, Namjoon lets out a deep chuckle, eyes shining brightly with the soft glow of the moonlight.

"You're so cute," he hums, reaching forward to grab his own mouthful of food. Bashfully you look down at the blanket, heat pooling over your cheeks.

"You know," you murmur, lifting your gaze to meet his. "I'm pretty sure you've made me blush more than a hundred times since I've met you."

Namjoon grins at that, the boy leaning back to rest his hands against the blanket.

"Maybe that was my goal," he winks. "Maybe I think you're extra cute when you blush."

You huff at that, a playful smile gracing your lips as you mirror his actions and lean back against the blanket.

"I'm not that cute," you mutter, making Namjoon scoff.

"Oh please!" He exclaims, leaning over to poke your side. "You're the cutest fucking person I've ever met."

Groaning you drop back so that your body is resting fully on the blanket now, your hands moving to cover your face as embarrassment fills you.

"Shut up," you deadpan, and Namjoon only chuckles.

"That just furthered my point, beautiful. You're fucking cute."

Removing your hands from your face, you turn your head so that you're looking up at him, the boy almost glowing in the dim moonlight. There's a bright smile on his face, dimples protruding, and you're smiling gleefully at him as you reach over to take his hand in yours.

"Tell me about you," you murmur, tangling your fingers with his. Namjoon hums, his gaze focused on your entwined hands.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Clicking his tongue, Namjoon pushes the basket away with his free hand before maneuvering his body so that he's laying next to you. Bringing your joined hands to his chest, he rests them there comfortably as he turns his head to look at you.

"Alright. Where do you want me to begin?"

"Hmm," you hum quietly, your forehead gently pressing against his. "How about your fraternity?"

Nodding at your words, Namjoon brings you closer to him before he begins speaking.

"Well," he starts, fingers idly playing with yours. "For starters, I never even wanted to be president in the first place. My brother had gone to the same university as me, he graduated after my first year of college, and he had been the president of Sigma Chi. He was your typical frat brother, if I'm honest," he chuckles, shaking his head. "He lived for all of the parties and shit like that. All of his friends practically worshiped him. And when he graduated, I guess they all assumed that I was the same as him so they elected me as their president. I think they regret it, though, because while I do love partying from time to time, I like my studies a lot more."

You nod in acknowledgement, your hand tightening in his as you offer him a smile.

"What's your major?" You ask quietly, and Namjoon beams.

"I'm a double major, actually," he replies sheepishly. "English Literature and Creative Writing."

Your eyebrows raise at that, shock flashing over your features as you nod, impressed.

"Really?" You ask, and he nods.

"Really," he affirms.

"What made you double up?"

He shrugs, fingers twisting idly in yours, as he turns his head up to look at the sky.

"You know how Astronomy is your passion?" You nod, gesturing for him to go on. "Well writing is mine. Whether it's me reading other people's writing or creating my own, I love it. Being able to set my ideas or thoughts down onto paper is just so... Liberating to me. There's so much freedom I'm given when it comes down to it and I love it. Being able to write about something you love or are interested in makes me feel like I have the whole world in my hands, like there's so many topics I can touch upon, y'know? And as for the literature part of it... I love books. I love being able to read a book and decipher what the writer is trying to express through their writing. I've always loved books. When I was younger, my mother used to sit next to me in bed and read me to sleep. It was my favorite part of the day."

You can't help but let a smile grace on your lips at his words, your gaze watching the way his eyes light up at the mention of writing and books, and you swear that there was nothing more endearing than watching this boy talk about what he loves the most. And then he's turning his head towards you, your joined hands being pulled up to his lips as he places a soft kiss on the back of yours, before he's smiling at you.

"What about you, beautiful?" He asks. "What's your story?"

The smile never leaves your lips as you shift closer to him, your head resting against his, before you let out a sigh of content.

"Well, you already know about my love for Astronomy," you grin. "When I was younger, my dad took me and my brother to the Space Museum in D.C. and I swear I have never seen more beautiful things than I did there. There were so many displays of the different stars and constellations, and not to mention the pretty badass displays of the galaxy and planets. But I think the moment I knew I wanted to learn more about it was when we entered the Planetarium, the moon shining brightly, and the way all of the planets were set up... The galaxy is huge, and I knew there was so much more to learn about it than just the planets and stars -- so I decided to pursue that."

Namjoon nods, listening intently to you with a smile on his face.

"As for the sorority," you hum, shrugging your shoulders. "This might sound really bad but I had originally only joined because it was much cheaper to live on Greek Row than in an actual dorm room."

Choking back a laugh, Namjoon's grin widens as he tugs your hand closer to him.

"Are you serious?" He asks, amused, to which you nod.

"Listen," you poke his chest. "I would much rather spend my money on living with a bunch of girls who think that breaking a nail is the worst thing that could ever happen to them than having to share a dorm room with someone who hates people. And besides, I love it now. After learning about all the activities we get to do, I've grown to love both the sorority and my fellow sisters. Helping to raise money for different charities as well as fundraising for the school really gives someone a good perspective on life."

Nodding, he hums in appreciation.

"That part I understand," he says quietly. "It always feels better helping those who need someone to lean on."

"Absolutely," you agree wholeheartedly.

Silence falls over the pair of you then, the two of you relishing in each other's company you your gaze casts to the sky above you. The dark sky is illuminated with millions of tiny stars, each one twinkling, some noticeably brighter than others. Between the stars glimmering like diamonds in the sky and the pale moonlight, you couldn't help but let a feeling of content wash over you as you melt into Namjoon's side.

"The stars are beautiful tonight," you murmur. Namjoon hums in agreement.

"They are," he nods. "But not nearly as beautiful as you."

Your head turns to look at him as he grins widely at you, the boy pushing himself up off of the ground before taking your hand and pulling you up with him. Wordlessly he's bringing you over to the telescope that stood on the grass, perfectly angled so that he was able to show you something he had discovered only a few days ago.

"I brought you here so I could show you something," he says quietly, taking your hand and pulling you over to the eyepiece.

He gestures for you to take a peek, which you excitedly do, as you lean down and close one eye to see through the lens. Immediately you're met with an asterism of stars, your mouth falling open when you realize what he had wanted to show you; the Big Dipper. Shifting to the right just a tad, you can see the bright, shimmering light emitting from the North Star, the sight alone being the most beautiful thing you've ever witnessed before in your life. You can feel Namjoon shift nervously beside you, your head lifting from the telescope as you look at him.

"That's the Big Dipper, right?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I wasn't sure if it was or not and I didn't want to end up being the world's biggest idiot --"

His words stop short when you fling your arms around his neck and pull him tightly to you, your face dropping to rest in the crook of his neck as you hug him tightly. Instantly regaining his composure he's sliding his arms around your waist and tugging you close to him, a shy smile spreading across his lips as you lift your head to beam happily at him.

"Thank you," you say quietly, to which Namjoon nods.

"Anytime, beautiful."

It's a little past midnight when Namjoon pulls up in front of Chi Omega, dazed smiles on both yours and his faces as the two of you step out of the car. His hand is tightly entwined with yours as the two of you walk past the entrance gate and up the stairs leading to the house. Your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest as you face him, your teeth chewing on the inside of your lip as you try to calm yourself down. Bashfully your gaze drops to the porch steps, the smile that you tried to contain from spreading across your lips finally making it's way to the light as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.

"I had a great time tonight," you say earnestly, finally lifting your gaze to meet the warm one of Namjoon's. The boy grins, his hands taking both of yours as he brings them up to his lips to press a soft kiss to them.

"Me too," he admits.

Silence falls over the two of you then as you stand there underneath the dim light of the porch, your gaze never breaking from his, and you can feel the butterflies fluttering wildly in the pit of your stomach as Namjoon begins to lean in towards you. For just a moment you feel a flash of panic strike through you, but that feeling is quickly washed away with sheer, utter, happiness as you finally feel his lips press against yours, and god, they were just as soft as you imagined they would be. Sighing against his mouth, you push yourself up on your toes as a way to get closer to him while your mouth moves slowly against his. It's not rushed, there's no harsh movements, and the way his lips are moving languidly against yours is enough to make your head spin, your brain feeling as if it's going to explode the second you pull away.

You're panting as your eyes flutter open, your gaze meeting the smiling face of Namjoon, and you let out a sigh of content as he pulls you closer to his body.

"I have a confession to make," he says quietly, lifting one hand to rest softly on the side of your face. "I knew who you were the night of the party -- but not because of what you thought."

Confusion filters through your body then, your eyebrows casting downwards as your face scrunches up.

"Freshman orientation," he begins, pulling your body flush against his. "I bumped into the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She had a constellation backpack and a timid look on her face, I knew she had just started school here too. I was going to apologize for ever so rudely bumping into her because I wasn't watching where I was going but the moment I turned back around to do so, she was gone. And then I saw her again -- during rush week."

Realization had swept over you then, his story beginning to click in your head, and you let a small smile grace across your lips at his words.

"I thought fate had brought me back to you," he chuckles quietly, shaking his head. "But now I realized that it wasn't fate -- it was the constellations in the sky. I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, (Y/N), hell – you still are -- and the night at the party... I took that as my chance to finally take my shot and get to know you, so I did."

By the end of his story, you're grinning like the Cheshire Cat. The moment his words flitter through the air, you're pulling him back down to your mouth and kissing him fervently. Humming against your lips, Namjoon's grip on your waist tightens as you tilt your head, deepening the kiss. His tongue pushes past the seam of your lips before finding yours, the sensation making both you and him groan into each other's mouths as he walks you backwards. You don't even notice that he has you pressed back against the wall until his hand is cautiously wrapping around your thigh before he hooks it around his hip, your lower bodies pressing together as he groans against your mouth.

"I should go," he mutters against your lips. "Or else I'm not going to be able to stop myself."

You break away from his mouth then, his beestung lips stained red from the intensity of the kiss, and you can't help but smirk at the sight as you tug him closer to you. Slowly you let your hips roll into his, the action drawing the sweetest, most guttural groan from the boy's throat as you lean up to press your mouth to his ear.

"I don't want you to stop," you whisper.

That was enough for him.

Wordlessly he's crashing his mouth back onto yours, his hand now reaching for your other thigh before he's hoisting you up onto his waist before blindly reaching out and opening the door to the sorority house. It's almost pitch black inside, save for the lamp in the entryway, and Namjoon is pulling away from you so he can adjust to his surroundings.

"Where is your room?" He breathes out, and you grin at his breathless composure.

"Up the stairs and to the right. I don't have a roommate, so..."

You let your words drift off at the end as you send a dirty smirk towards Namjoon, the boy growling as he all but slams his lips against yours. Tongues and teeth clash together in a messy battle as the two of you blindly go up the stairs, nothing but the feeling of each other's hands and lips on both of your minds. The moment you're locked safe inside the confinements of your bedroom, you're leaping towards him and pulling him over to your bed. Somewhere in the mass of falling between the sheets, your sweater and his jacket had been discarded, the articles of clothing falling into a mindless heap on the floor as his body crawls over yours.

There's a look of hunger deep within the chestnut eyes of his, a primal look crossing his features as his hands slide up the length of your torso. Plump lips kiss along the edge of your jaw, teeth gently nipping at your skin every now and again, and Namjoon can't help but let out a quiet growl when his hands cup over your clothed breasts.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby," he grits out, hips rolling into yours and drawing a moan from your lips.

Arching your back, you help guide Namjoon's hand to the back of you so that he has more room to unclasp your bra (which he does in the speed of light), before he's breaking his lips from your skin and enveloping them around the mound of your breast. Heat pools within your lower stomach as his hot, wet tongue swirls around your pert nipple, your chest instinctively arching into him while his hand fondles the other. He's humming against you, the sound reverberating against your chest, and you can feel the gentle poke of his arousal against your jean-clad thigh as your hips lift up to roll harshly into his.

"Namjoon," you breathe out, causing the boy to smirk wildly against your skin.

Wordlessly he's switching his mouth over to the other breast, his hand fondling with the one he had just abandoned, while his free hand travels down the length of your body to rest just above the hem of your jeans. Letting out a whine when you feel his mouth leave your breast, you reach down to unbutton his pants when he catches your wrist. Bringing it up above your head, he pins it there as he smirks from above you.

"And what do you think you're doing?" He asks, coyly, making you whine again.

"I want to pleasure you too, Joon," you pout, making Namjoon chuckle.

The hand that was resting right above the hem of your jeans now slid over the brass button that held them together, long slender digits popping it open as he mouths at your flesh.

"Not tonight, baby girl," he murmurs against your skin. "We can deal with that another time, but right now I want to focus on you."

And with that, he's sliding the jeans down your legs and tossing them into a heap on the floor. Slithering back up your body, his eyes rake over every inch and curvature, the boy licking his lips in anticipation as he smirks widely at your breathless form. Letting the tip of his finger gently graze along the flesh of your collarbone, Namjoon slides it down to the valley between your breasts, swirling the digit around the circular shape of your belly button before letting it run along the hem of your panties. A devilish smirk is dancing across his lips as you let out another whine, the fabric covering your core becoming more and more itchy and uncomfortable with each graze of his finger.

Your hands are twisted in his honey locks, a whimper falling from your lips as Namjoon finally pulls the dreaded material down your legs. You suck in a harsh breath when the cool air hits your core, a moan slipping from your mouth as you buck up into Namjoon's touch. The soft caress of his fingers against your folds are enough to send your head reeling, your eyes squeezing shut as he teasingly slides the digit along your core.

"Namjoon," you whine, bucking your hips up once more. "Fuck, can you touch me – please?"

Chuckling at your begging, Namjoon abides by your words, slowly sliding one digit between your folds. The sound that escapes your throat makes his cock twitch painfully in his pants, his eyes darting up to see your form arched upwards, a look of pleasure and relief on your face as you moan out his name. Your reaction only fuels the fire inside of him, the boy curling the digit upwards inside of you, effectively making another loud moan slip past your lips.

"Does that feel good, baby girl?" He asks, already knowing the answer. The only response he receives is a moan of pleasure, the boy chuckling once more as he tilts his head in mock confusion. "What was that, baby? Use your words, beautiful."

A whine escapes you as he teases, your hand tugging harshly at his honey locks while your hips roll into his hand.

"God," you pant, your body heating up with every stroke of his finger. "God, Joon, it feels so fucking good."

At your words, he manages to slip in a second digit, this time curling both of them upwards in your slick heat. He's knuckle deep, now, and your body twinges with pleasure as you feel him brush against a spot that makes your eyes squeeze shut and your toes curl.

"Oh -- fuck!"

Your response makes the boy hum softly, his next movements drawing the loudest moan to emit from your throat. Plump lips wrap around your sensitive bud, loud, lewd sucks emitting from Namjoon's mouth as he laps at your clit. The sensation he's making you feel – between the harsh flicks of his tongue and the curving movements of his fingers -- is so much more than what any guy before him could do. While the guys you had slept with before were mostly drunken mistakes, full of messy kisses and confused movements, Namjoon was anything but. There was a hidden passion in his movements, a sense of adventure and excitement that came with every touch or kiss. He was art in the form of a man, he was a star on earth – and now he was yours.

Feeling the familiar sensation of pleasure contracting in your lower body, you're gripping harshly onto his locks while your hips lift off of the bed and roll into his face.

"Fuck, I'm coming!"

Your shout echoes around the bedroom, pleasure overwhelming your body as your release washes over you. Namjoon's tongue is still lapping away at your clit, his fingers helping to milk your release, and he hums happily against your mound before he pulls away with a grin. Slowly your eyes flutter open, your blurry vision focusing on the glistening chin of the boy in front of you, and you can't help but lick your lips at the sight. Tugging his head forward, you gesture for him to come up to you with a small whine.

"Joonie," you pant out. "I need you."

Your words draws another painful twitch from Namjoon's cock, his hips almost jerking at the sound of your voice, but he keeps his composure.

"What do you need, baby girl?" He asks coyly, smirking devilishly at you.

Tugging at the fabric of his shirt, you motion for him to take it off as you arch your back off of the bed.

"I need you to fuck me."

The second those words are falling from your mouth, Namjoon lets out a deep, feral growl before he's slithering up your body. Carelessly reaching behind his neck, he grips the material of his shirt and hauls it over his head. You barely have enough time to admire his body before he's leaning down and crashing his lips against yours. Mewling at the contact, you rake your nails down the length of his back while he works on getting his pants off, the boy moving eagerly now. He pulls back just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his cock straining against his briefs before he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw.

"Do you have a condom, baby girl?" He asks softly, and you nod.

"Bottom drawer."

Reaching over to the bedside table, he's fishing around for the rubber before grasping a hold of it. But before he can rip the package open, you're taking it from him and giving him a sultry smirk.

"Let me do it," you coo, pushing him off of you and onto his back.

Normally Namjoon would've protested, the boy not being one to usually submit to others. But seeing the look in your eyes and that goddamned smirk -- he was putty in your hands. So instead he leans back and watches intently as you rip the package open with your teeth, dainty fingers gliding the condom out of the package. Your gaze meets his, then, and the smirk on your lips widens as you lean down to teasingly lick the precum leaking from the tip of his cock, the action drawing a hiss from the boy's mouth as his hands entangle in your locks.

"Don't tease me, baby," he grits out, and you feign a look of innocence.

"What's the matter, baby?" You ask, batting your eyelashes. "Don't like being teased?"

A deep growl emits from the back of his throat then, the boy reaching out to grab the condom from your hand but to no avail, you had already slid it along the length of his cock. Gliding up his toned thighs, you let your legs straddle each side of him before you're taking his cock in your hands and aligning it with your core. Without warning you slide down onto him, the feeling making both you and Namjoon groan in pleasure as his thick cock delves between your tight walls. Your breath is hitched, thighs clenching together, and you feel your muscles contract around him as you start to glide your hips into his.

Blunt nails are digging into the flesh of your hips, grunts and groans escaping Namjoon's mouth each time you rose and dropped onto him. The feeling of you around him is so much more than he could have ever imagined, especially when he feels you clench around his cock, enveloping his thick length in a way that makes his hips buck up harshly into yours. Your head is thrown back, hands running over the length of your body and cupping your breasts, as you moan his name loudly, your hips swirling and meeting every buck of his hips. Dropping your hands down to rest on his toned thighs, you angle your body so that his cock can delve deeper within you, the motion making your lower body clench in pleasure while Namjoon lets out the loudest guttural groan.

"Fuck, (Y/N)," he pants out. "Just like that, baby girl."

Mewl after mewl, moan after moan, you're being brought closer and closer to your release. Namjoon's got a tight grip on your hips now, the boy angling his own hips so that his cock brushes against the same spot his fingers had done only moments before. Reaching between your bodies, he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit before rubbing harsh circles on it, the movements making your hips instantly buck against him, a broken mantra of his name floating from your lips as you feel your release wash over you. Flashes of white illuminate your closed eyelids, your hips riding out your high in slow circles. Namjoon isn't far behind you, the boy sending his hips bucking upwards for a few good measures before he's finding his own release, both of you panting heavily as you fall into a heap of sweat, tangled limbs, and lingering kisses.

Once Namjoon has slid fully out of you, he's slipping the condom off his cock and tossing it into the trashcan next to your bed. Soft, pillow-like kisses are being littered along your bare shoulder, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist as he pulls you into his chest, your hand finding his before you slip your fingers between the spaces of his. Bringing your entwined hands up to his mouth, Namjoon places a soft kiss to your flesh before he leans in to press a kiss to your lips.

"Thank you for giving me a chance," he murmurs against your mouth, making you grin sheepishly against his.

"Thank you for being so wonderful."

A peaceful bliss falls over the two of you then, your fucked out bodies begging for sleep. So you let yourself press flush against his body, your hands still entwined, before the two of you fall asleep with the pale light of the moon and the glimmering glow of the stars peeking through your window and illuminating both yours and his body.

#bts smut #namjoon smut #rm smut #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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Uncertainty (Frat boy!Harry Styles x fem!Reader)

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Frat boy!Harry, use of alcohol, mentions of sexual assault, Harry being a sweet angel because I can’t picture him being anything else.

Author’s Note: Another request that waranted its own post! I wrote this one with a bit of a possibilty for continuation (if anyone is interested??) Anyways, thank you the anon for the request! Frat boy!Harry makes my heart scream. Let me know what else you’d like for me to crank out for you lovelies! Take care and tpwk.

Of all places Harry had expected to bump into her outside of class, his frat house on a Friday night was definitely at the bottom of the list. One minute, he was taking shots of tequila with his bed buds in the dining room and the next, he found his whole world coming to a halt when he saw her work her way through the sweaty, intoxicated crowd and move towards the kitchen for a drink. He swore the music stopped and everything around him had ceased to exist in the moment he saw her throw her head back in laughter at something her friend said, exposing her neck and chest to the open air.

“Who’s she?” one of his fraternity brothers asked with a nudge to Harry’s shoulder, clearly aware that Harry had temporarily abandoned the conversation he was having to gawk at the party’s newest arrival.

Harry snapped out of his daze in which he was staring at her bare legs that shimmered in the dim light of the frat house due to her lotion and a thin veil of sweat to see his brother staring at him as if he was the dumbest man alive.

“Hmm? Oh, her?” Harry pointed towards the girl in question with the neck of the beer bottle he had been nursing on all night.

“I sit by her in calculus... Just didn’t think I’d ever see her ‘round here is all.”

The boy standing beside Harry nodded hesitantly, though he was far too intoxicated to press him any further. Harry would never admit it to anyone as long as he lived, but he had quite the soft spot for this girl. He had no explanation for the way he felt inside when she smiled at him every time she took her seat before class. He had no explanation for how bummed he was when she’d skip a day, or how relieved he was when she’d burst into the room late with a large iced coffee in her hands. He used any and every excuse he could to get her to talk to him, to say anything to him in that voice of hers that he found to be sickly sweet.

But she didn’t run with the people that he ran with. She didn’t spend every weekend blackout drunk and wake up in a stranger’s bed that she knew she’d never see again. She was shy and quiet for the most part and was very much the polar opposite of everyone Harry went for both in terms of friendships and in one night stands. Which was exactly why Harry could never figure out what it was that he wanted from her. Did he want to shag her a few times and then pretend as if she never existed? Did he just want to be her friend that he could lay around with and watch stupid romantic comedies on Netflix with? Did he want to, dare he say it, date her? Take her out for nice dinners and fall asleep holding her in his arms? He didn’t know the answer to any of those questions. She was simply different than all of the people Harry had associated himself with in college. And Harry, as scared as he was to say or even think it, liked that.

One might think that now would be the perfect opportunity for Harry to get to know this girl that he had been tied up over for the past several months given that she was attending a party at his own frat house, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach her. Instead, he drowned his feelings in shots of bitter liquor and half-assed games of beer pong. He figured that whatever had enticed her to come to this party certainly didn’t involve him, and it was best that he kept his distance. She’d passed by him a few times to refill the red, plastic cup she clutched like an accessory, but she never once looked his way.

Several hours had passed since her arrival and Harry, being the heavy partier that he was, had almost completely forgotten about her. The bass-heavy music pumped through his veins along with the icy burn of whatever he was drinking at the moment, and he was too preoccupied with the tiny blonde grinding her backside against his front to remember that she was even present at this party. He had forgotten she existed. That was until he broke away from the buzzing bodies and lager-soaked living room floor to use the restroom.

The downstairs powder room was always taken, so he opted for the one upstairs where all of the bedrooms were. When he pushed open the door, he was greeted by quite the debacle. His blood ran cold and every bit of alochol that worked to keep him at a happy buzz had left his system. The girl from his math class was there, and she was perched on the lip of the bathtub with her arms crossed. She was there, in his bathroom, but she was not alone.

“C’mon, sexy,” the inebriated, smelly man beside her pleaded, “Just come back to my room for a bit. Promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“I don’t want toooooo,” she slurred her words and pouted as if she were a temperamental toddler.

Had Harry not immediately recognized what was going on, he would have thought it was quite adorable.

“Yes, you do, baby. C’mon, it’s just right around the corner,” Harry’s fellow fraternity brother nagged.

He tried to pull her up by her limp arm, but she was dead weight against the porcelain tub, clearly too drunk to be going back to anyone’s bedroom with anyone and certainly not with a man Harry knew for a fact that she had never seen before in her life. The sight of what was going on made Harry sick to his stomach and the hairs on his neck stand up. He knew he had to intervene before this man could take her any further.

“Hey, man,” Harry commanded the attention of his disgusting, vile frat brother that he wanted nothing more than to punch square in between his eyes, “Ye’ ex was lookin’ for ye’ in the backyard. Seemed pretty pissed.”

Harry didn’t even know who his ex was, nor did he know whether or not she was even at the party, but he prayed that his lie was enough to make him leave before Harry had to handle him more aggressively.

“Fuck,” the man hissed to himself before making a beeline out of the cramped bathroom and towards the stairs as if he wasn’t just attempting to drag an almost lifeless girl back to his room.

“Hey,” Harry’s tone was much softer when he bent down to her level and spoke to the girl from his math class, “You alright?”

“No,” she grumbled, “I really want some chips.”

This made Harry scoff and the tiniest of smiles creep onto his lips. At least she was so far gone that the events that unfolded in the bathroom just now had failed to resonate with her.

“Waaaaait a minute,” she paused, “I know you. You’re Henry,” she jabbed her finger against Harry’s chest.

“I know you, too, Y/N,” Harry played along, ignoring the fact that he called her Henry as he inspected her body for her purse, which was, thankfully, still wrapped around her torso.

He dug around the small, black bag for her cell phone, which he, unfortunately, found out had no battery left.

“Do ye’ know where your friend is?” he enunciated slowly and assertively to her a bit like one would if they were talking to a baby.

The girl with smudged mascara under her eyes shrugged her shoulders and sighed.

“I saw her taking shots with some guy named Michael...or was it Matthew... and then I think she went off with some guy from her econ class. Or maybe it was the girl from her Women’s Studies class. I don’t really know,” the girl whined as if thinking too hard about where her friend had gone was giving her a headache.

“Was someone supposed to come get ye’?” Harry pressed her further.

“She was supposed to drive!” Y/N exclaimed, realizing now the predicament she was in.

Harry couldn’t believe how shitty of a friend this girl had. Not only had she disregarded her role as the designated driver, but she’d left her completely alone and drunk off her ass to fend for herself. The thought of what would have happened to her had Harry not miraculously stumbled into the bathroom made his skin crawl.

“Okay then,” he stood up from where he was squatted and outstretched his arms towards her, “Up. Let’s go. I’ll take ye’ home. Ye’ don’t need t’ be here anymore.”

“I don’t wanna go hooooooome. I wanna stay hereeee” the intoxicated girl shook her legs against the tub.

Any other girl and Harry would have just left her be, but he felt something inside of him that compelled him to take care of this girl and see to it himself that she made it home safe and unharmed. He couldn’t bear to think of waking up the next morning and having to listen to one of his fraternity brother’s brag about how good of a shag she was or about how embarrassing it was for her to be that drunk at a party.

“What if I take ye’ t’ get chips on the way?”

After about 20 minutes of trying to pressing Y/N to get her to tell him where she lived, Harry was finally able to find her apartment building. He took her through a drive-thru in the sketchy part of town because it was the last place open and he had promised the girl some chips and he was a man of his word. He was reluctant on doing so, seeing as he didn’t want to make this situation any weirder than it already was (him driving home the girl he sat beside in Calculus and only talked to for the duration of the 3 hours per week that they were in class who just so happened to be drunk out of her mind), but his hesitancy quickly left his system when her eyes lit up upon taking a greasy, brown bag filled with the salty snack from his hands.

“You’re my hero, Harry,” Y/N fake-cried (or maybe she was actually crying, Harry wasn’t sure at this point nor would he have been surprised).

“Look at us. Math buddies. Hangin’ out together. Who woulda thought,” she giggled as she stuffed a crispy potato past her lips that were covered in her smudged lipstick.

Harry chuckled to himself, unsure of what to say to Y/N. He opted to continue driving her home in silence while she munched on her late night snack and sipped on her small cup of water that he insisted she drink all of. She didn’t say anything else either, to which Harry was thankful for.

It took Y/N a bit longer than usual to clank her fingers around her bag to retrieve her keyring, and even longer to figure out which key was the key that would let her into her locked apartment. Harry had done far more than anyone would have, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling like he couldn’t leave her side until she was sleeping peacefully in her bed.

He walked her through her apartment and to her bedroom with one hand hovering over the small of her back in case she lost her balance. Harry wasn’t sure what he’d ever pictured her room to look like, but it suited her, he thought to himself. He noticed some vinyl records in the corner of some of his favorite artists, ones that his friends always made fun of him for listening to. It was a bit messy; there were a few piles of clothes discarded on her floor, but having grown up with his mum and sister his whole life, it led him to believe she had probably been frantic trying to find something to wear to the party at his frat house and just neglected to pick up her mess before she left.

“Ye’ want to take ye’ dress off or somethin’?” Harry asked her.

“Harry, I am NOT having sex with you,” Y/N mumbled as she plopped down onto her fluffy bed.

“‘s not wha’ I meant. Where are do you keep ye’ pajamas? That dress is gonna leave ya sore in the mornin’ if ye’ sleep in it.”

Seeming content with his answer, she tilted her head in the direction of her dresser.

“Middle drawer.”

Harry left her side for a split second while he rifled through her clothes and returned with an oversized university t-shirt that Harry also owned himself. He unfolded it and laid it in her lap.

“NO peeking,” the girl insisted, to which Harry held his hands up in surrender and turned his back to face the corner of her room.

He could hear her struggling to get out of her clothes, but he didn’t dare spin back around in the chance that he saw her undressing and it caused any more strain in their already confusing arrangement. His mind was already flooded with how awkard it would be in the morning when she woke up and realized he had been inside of her home. How she would react when she saw him in class on Monday and whether or not she would yell at him for crossing the line. Really, all he wanted was to make sure she was alright.

Harry was pulled from his thoughts when Y/N called his name in that voice that he adored so much.

“I’m stuck.”

“Can I turn around and help ye’?” Harry treaded lightly.

“Pleaaaaase,” she slurred.

Harry was greeted by the sight of Y/N tangled up in the straps of her dress, not even having been able to pull it over her body. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d undressed women in the past and how it came as second nature to him when fooling around, but this time, he was beyond nervous. His fingers hesitated to even graze over her bare skin, to untangle her arms from the complicated fabric that trapped her. She was wearing a mismatched bra and underwear, which seemed very much like Y/N’s personality, he thought to himself. Of course, he wasn’t going to deny that she looked incredible underneath her clothes and he wished he was seeing her like this under different circumstances, but that wasn’t what mattered now.

Trying his hardest not to stare, he quickly guided Y/N’s head through the hole of the t-shirt and helped her put her arms through to avoid her getting stuck in her own clothes again. The material fell down below her thighs, so that only the very bottom of her bum was visible to him. God, she looked beautiful.

“Harry,” she whispered to him, as if she were afraid someone would overhear.

“Yes?”

“Why are you being so nice to me? Is it because I help you in Calculus all of the time?”

“I’m actually not tha’ bad at Calculus, Y/N,” Harry snickered to himself as he searched around her bed for her cell phone charger, “’M quite good at it, really.”

“Then why do you always ask me about the homework every time I come in?” she pushed as she watched him pull her phone out of her bag once more and plug it up to the power source.

“Don’t know,” Harry shrugged, “Just like talking to ye’ I guess.”

“Okayyyyyyyyyyyy. If it’s not that, then why are you here? We’re not friends.”

She was still far too intoxicated to comprehend exactly what was going on right now, but the fact that she was starting to sober up and form cohesive sentences was making Harry antsy.

He figured he had overstayed his welcome and that it was time to bug off before she started to ask anymore questions. That, and he wasn’t sure he was able to answer any more of her questions.

“Just didn’t feel like waking up t’ ye’ passed out in my bathroom floor is all. I’m gonna go now, do ye’ want me to get ye’ anything?” Harry lied as he swiped his thumbs under her eyelashes to wipe away the black smudges under her eyes the best that he could.

“Nope,” she responded with a pop of her lips before crawling back into the comfort of her bed.

She seemed to fall asleep almost immediately, to which Harry took that as his cue to leave. He backed out quietly, shutting the door behind him and tip-toeing down her hallway. He knew it was weird to rummage through her kitchen, but he felt compelled to make sure she would be taken care of when she woke in the morning.

Harry discarded the wrapper from their little chip excersion into her bin, and filled up a glass of water and placed it on her counter. On his first try, he’d managed to find her medicine cabinet and sat a bottle of pain reliever beside the cup, knowing good and well that she’d need a handful of the small pills when she got up.

He decided to check on her one last time before he buggered off for real this time, wanting to double check that she hadn’t choked on her own vomit and died whilst he was in her kitchen snooping about. She probably fine and dead to the world by now, but he wanted one last look at her before he went.

As he’d expected, she was perfectly fine. Her hair was tangled all around her head in a messy nest and small, adorable little snores left her parted lips as she slept. He could just barely make out her underwear-clad bum sticking out from the blanket, in which Harry found to be heart-warming for some reason. The girl that had taunted his brain for months and was seemingly untouchable to him looked so incredibly human at this moment.

Running a ringed hand through his now greasy, chocolate curls, he felt his mission was complete and left her alone to sleep and locked her door on his way out. It made Harry’s heart twinge knowing he’d most likely never see her like this again.

When Y/N woke the next day (very well into the afternoon, might she add), she felt strange. She was struggling to remember exactly what happened to her last night having just woken up, but what she did know that she had a headache from hell.

As she drug herself out of bed to do the only thing she knew for certain would cure her hangover which was cook a large breakfast for only herself, she noticed a glass of water and pain medicine sitting on her counter by her coffee pot. The events of last night were murky, and she barely remembered what happened after her fourth drink, but she was almost positive she now recalled someone else being in her apartment with her.

She was uncertain, but had an inkling that, for some reason, it was the boy she sat beside in Calculus.

#harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #frat boy!Harry

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wolfs-hunt1 · 3 years

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See me after class 4

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 1573

Warnings: Alchool consuption, sexual themes

A/N: drunk drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club . Can’t believe it took me so long to write this, but the ideia I had for it when out the window as soon as i wrote the first few words. I know I might have gotten way off topic XD. So this isnt like i had hoped for, but i do hope you’ll like it.

Part 3

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The best part about Halloween season in university? All the parties being planed by the students. They were an annual occurrence, and the talk of the school for weeks before, making the corridors buzz with excitement for them. Some of your classmates were gonna dress up with matching costumes, but you?

You had something else planned. Bucky had agreed to go with you to one of the parties, since he put in for a transfer to another university the two of you could be a bit more open with your relationship, but now you couldn't really gawk up at him during classes anymore. Oh well. It was a small price to pay.

He had also agreed to let you choose your costumes. So you had decided to try and get creative with your costume, and maybe even try something new in the bedroom with him. You had chosen the costumes already, you only needed to hide them for a bit more from Bucky so that you could watch the surprise on his face when you showed him.

The week dragged on, and once the weekend came you were so excited to spend the next week with Bucky you barely managed to keep yourself from jumping up on him when he showed up at your apartment door.

"Wow there." Bucky leans down and gives you a long kiss, before looking longingly at you, "I know you are excited babe, but no need to jump me here in the hallway," he chuckles at you, leading you back inside, "we can wait for when we're inside." he waggles his eyebrows suggestively making you laugh and gently slap his arm.

"I've been two weeks without you, I don't want to wait." you two walk further into the apartment, him taking off his leather jacket and laying it on the back of the couch. You start kissing him, interlocking your fingers in his hair and pulling him to you gently. "I have something for you. It's a surprise." you say between kisses.

He hums and grabs onto your hips, walking you into a walk and moving his lips across your jaw up to your ear. "I do like surprises." he whispers lowly, making a shiver run down your spine. He sucks gently on your neck and gives a little bite before gently licking the spot to soothe the little pain. "So, what did you have planed?"

"I bought us matching costumes, and thought that maybe we could…. do some roleplay with them?" this intrigued Bucky.

"Roleplay? I think I like that idea. So… what costumes did you get us?" you felt giddiness course your veins at his question, so you moved from the wall, and pulled him with you to the bedroom. you walk up to the wardrobe and pull out two big costume bags to put them in the bed for Bucky to see.

"Go on, you can look." you say, a big smile adorning your lips while you waited expectantly for his response. He opened the bags and stopped, looking at the contents for the longest of times. There was a small smirk on his face when he took out the pair of fluffy ears and tail to inspect them better. He noticed the but plug in the tail and looked at you to see you biting your lips.

"Those are for me… and the rest is for you." Bucky put the items on the plush bed covers and looks inside the bags once more, he can see a red shirt, leather pants, and a dark red cape with a hood.

"Oh, I get it. So you're gonna be my big bad wolfy now, are you?"

"And you will be my little red riding hood." you nodded at him, getting closer to him until you stood right in front of him, between the bed.

"But here's the catch. We need to stay in the costumes all night at the party, and we can't do anything before we return home." with this is smile dropped and he forced a pout.

"Ah, babe, but watching you with that tail all night and not being able to touch will be torture to me." You lean ever closer to his body, mischieve in your eyes. You can feel him harden against your body, and so you rub harder against him, making his breath came out in hot pants. You suddenly step away, wanting and disappointment crossing Bucky's face, before he straightens himself up and concedes to your terms.

"Very well, no touching while at the party… but that doesn't mean I can't tease you." you think over his words before answering.

"Deal."

Dressing with Bucky constantly trying to tease and to grope you wasn't easy, he also made you not go to the party twice so you could stay home and fuck like mad rabbits. But you managed to take his insatiable hunger for your body and here you two were at one of the parties that were being thrown by the students.

His red shirt hugged his body in all the right places and the leather pants did little do hide his bulge, which seemed to refuse to leave every time he looked your way. The cape with the hood was a bit on the smaller side, only reaching his knees, but it was enough to know what he was dressed up as.

You had fishnets on with booty shorts, the but plug tail sticking out until your mid-thigh, swishing around every time you moved, its soft fur caressing your skin and making shivers run up your spine. You had also a leather corset, and some high heels on, making you almost as tall as Bucky himself.

His hands go to tour lower back, gently guiding you up the stairs of the frat house, before letting you walk through the door first. The entrance hall is filled with dancing monsters and fairies, everyone holding a cup of some alcohol or another. Everyone's costumes were on point and even the simpler ones had something special that put them apart from the others.

The loud music was making the entire floor boom, and the rumbly bass making your bones shake. You danced a bit around, rubbing up against bucky whenever the other people got too close to you and squeezed you to him. You could hear him hissing softly when your tail pressed up against his bulge, making you smile in triumph. You were so going to make tonight hard on him. Literally.

You did have a lot of compliments on your wolf costume, although you could see the other girl's eyes lingering more on Bucky than they should. That actually made you feel hotter, because you knew you were the one taking him home.

"I see Nat, by the bar, I'm gonna go say hi." you yell over the music, while he nodded at you and walked over to the food table.

"Hi, Nat!"

"(Y/N)!" she throws herself at you, hugging you tightly, making you stumble a bit on your heels and hug her back just as tightly. "You look hot, girl!"

"And you look devilish!", she stared at her. She, in her red lingerie and pair of black wings, was the sexiest rendition of a demon, anyone's probably seen that night.

"Wheres Wanda?"

She smiles and waggles her eyebrows, nodding to the dance floor behind you. "She's busy drooling over Vi." you looked at the place she had pointed to see Wanda and Vision dancing super close together, not even acknowledging anyone around them. "So... What about you? I see you're dressed has a cat?"

"Wolf."

"Or that... did you bought matching costumes for your date?"

"Yes. He's my little red riding hood."

"Wow, I thought it was the other way around?"

"I thought to give it a twist." you grinned, calling the attention of the bartender to make you and Nat some shots. "Besides, he looks hot in those leather pants." you nod at Bucky only to see him swarmed with college girls, wearing even less than Natasha if that was even possible.

"Seems like they are trying to steal your little red. Wanna go wolf them down?" you think for a few seconds and decide that you would. you asked the bartender for some more drinks so you could bring one to Bucky, and walk throw the crowd to them.

"Here you have it, sweetie, your drink." you say seductively, catching Bucky's eye, and the other girls. He took the cup and pulled you to him, ignoring the girl that was cuddling up to his side altogether and pushing her aside.

"And hello back, babe, I missed you when you were gone." he took a sip from the cut, and with his arm still around your waist, moved over to where Nat was laughing her ass off over the girls disappointed and angry faces for having been ignored. "You know I only have eyes for you, right?"

"Oh I do my little red, but you seemed like you needed saving from those harpies, and who best than your own bad wolf?" your voice was but a whisper on his ear, leaving then a trail of nips and kissed down his neck making him shudder.

He didn't take much longer than that. He said goodbye to your friends and grabbed you over his shoulder, taking you home soon after and making you howl his name all night long.

Part 5

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pillowfluffs · 4 years

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Surprises!Jeno

Pairing: Jeno X Reader (female)

Genre: Bad Boy?AU, fluff, college!AU

Summary: While attending a party you didn’t even want to go to, you wake up in a place far better than the party.

Author’s Note: I litrally wrote this in 6 hours and i vlogged parts of it for @mazey-chan and it feels so good to write again like I missed this. Anyways, I hope you all like this! Masterlist for more MX and NCT!

*Warning! Mentions of alcohol and implied use of drugs. Mentions of also reader being taken advantage of when barely conscious!*

“Do I really need to go?” You hesitantly took the clothes your friend had handed you as you sat on the edge of her bed comfortably wearing a school sweater and shorts.

“Yes! It’s your first ever college party as a first-year. I want you to meet some of my friends too!” She stood you up from her bed and pushed you toward her bathroom, making you try on the outfit she handed you, which you assumed looked similar to hers. She wore the typical high waisted leggings with the colorful crop top that showed off her waist very easily. F/N was a second year at S/N so you trusted her because you had known her since the beginning of high school. She inspired you when you first met to go here, but as she finished her testings and her senior year at high school, she began to loosen up a lot, showing more of her colors at fuller vibrancies. She had invited you out of the blue, specifically last night to come to this party with her, but you knew as a first-year and as yourself, it would be pretty awkward since you didn’t know anyone except F/N.

“F/N, I’m not really sure about this…” You spoke through the bathroom door.

“About what? The outfit? Does something not fit?” She called from her desk asks eh made final touches to her makeup.

“Just about everything - the outfit, the party... I’m not going to know anyone there and hey, you still haven’t told me where it even is.” You looked over yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t worry!” She said cooly, brushing away your worries. “And you know me! I’ll introduce you to everyone there! You’ll become so popular! Also, come out if you’re done! I wanna see.” Just seeing yourself in her clothes made you feel wrong, feel so exposed.

You opened the door, seeing her head suddenly turn towards you and a smile spread across her face. “Wow! Look at you! I’ve never seen you in such fitting clothes before!” As much as you loved her, you couldn’t help but cross your arms over your body, not wanting to be seen by anyone, even by her. “Who knew you had such a hot body, Y/N!” She whistled cooly before she pulled you to her desk. “Okay, one last touch.” She grabbed her brushes, but before she could apply anything to your face, you stopped her. “I don’t really want to go already, so could I not wear makeup?”

Sensing your uncomfort, she put down her brushes. “Fine, but maybe just a little lip tint? You can wipe it off whenever, but just please a little something?” She made puppy eyes at you, making you unable to deny her at least this much. After nodding and getting lip tint applied, the two of you were off. The campus was still vague to you but you knew some general areas. The campus was huge with the multiple sports stadiums and athletic facilities to the off-campus shopping centers right at the edge of the gates. Multiple apartment buildings were lined at the edge as well for students who didn’t want to pay the resident housing tuition, settling for a shared condo or apartment. As you began to walk off-campus, you couldn’t ignore the queasy feeling as you moved towards the houses, specifically, the sorority and frat houses. As the two of you turned the corner, a certain house caught your attention: you could hear the bass of the music already and it grew louder as the two of you approached it.

“Ah, I’m so excited, come on!” F/N pulled your hand, bringing you closer, making you regret not declining her invitation. Colorful lights shone through the curtains of the house as well as hoots and hollers of various people in the backyard doing whatever. Entering the house, music blared against your ears. Various fumes of things floated around the house as soon as you entered and to say they were unpleasant would be an understatement. The house was quite filled with various people who you assumed went to school as well. Red solo cups were seen everywhere your eyes went and soon you found yourself looking for F/N.

It was as if she disappeared into thin air. You suddenly felt a body press against your back, feeling hot skin against your exposed self. “Hey there, wanna go upstairs?” A guy wrapped his arms around you as his hands felt your waist, feeling up your body.

“Please don’t touch me.” You turned to face him, backing away until you bumped into a couple of girls you didn’t know. They shot you a glare before they turned back to the dance, pressing themselves up against other guys, some shirtless for some reason.

“There you are!” You felt a hand grab your wrist and turned to luckily find F/N. She held some guy’s hand while the other held a solo cup. He wore tropical shorts with a tropical shirt buttoned a bit too low. “Hey!” She turned to the guy. “This is Y/N, my friend I told you about!” She yelled into his ear over the music.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” He shook your hand, but you felt his eyes looking up and down your body, making you squirm in your skin.

“Yeah…” You took your hand back, crossing your arms over your chest, wishing you were back at your dorm.

“Y/N, this is my boyfriend! Do you want anything to drink, by the way?”

“I’m good. I don’t really drink at all… Plus I can’t…”

“Right. Let me show you around.” She released her boyfriend’s hand and took yours instead, leading you through the crowd to whoever she found first, but you couldn’t get the look her boyfriend gave you as he watched you walk away with his eyes wandering your body.

Throughout the night, she first began to introduce you to whoever she found in the crowd, but as she introduced more and more people, you realized they were people you would never actually get along with or become actual friends. They were all older and you were hoping to come to S/N and meeting people your age.

As it got later and later, some people began to leave but others came late as well, making it seem like this party would never end. F/N was nowhere to be seen, but you were honestly relieved since she had begun to play certain games that you wanted no part in at all. But it also worried you for her safety and for your sake since you were going to spend the night in her dorm. You had a rough map of the first level of the house in your mind and you marked off the kitchen as one of the places where you shouldn’t go as people gathered around the table, letting loose through the use of a certain plant being passed around. You honestly didn’t really know where to go except for one of the “quieter” areas where people just sat or stood around, and the music was still loud, but just a little bit quieter.

You sat in one of the cleaner looking chairs, distracting yourself on your phone, ignoring the people passed out sleeping on the ground, making out against the walls and on the couch, and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

“I really shouldn’t have come…” you thought to yourself as you imagined all the possible things you could have been doing instead tonight.

“Hey, you look like you could use a drink.” A guy appeared in front of you, handing you a cup. From what it seemed, it looked like he was the most dressed guy here.

“Sorry, but I don’t drink,” you said as you pushed away his offer.

“Well.” The guy said as he moved the leg of the passed out guy on the couch and sat beside you. “Lucky for the two of us, I don’t either. So don’t tell, but.” He leaned closer. “This is actually soda,” he whispered, holding both the cups up.

For the first time tonight, you showed a genuine smile and took the cup after he smiled. “I’m Brian.” He reached his hand out, shaking yours.

“I’m Y/N.”

The two of you sat there and talked, beginning to get to know each other, enjoying your sodas. As it got later, however, you could feel yourself get tired, feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier. You began to yawn trying to stay awake, listening to what he had to say until you flopped over the arm of the chair, barely conscious.

“Let me take you upstairs. You can sleep here tonight.” You heard Brian whisper in your ear. The room felt like it was spinning as he hoisted your body up from the chair, with one of your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“Oh yeah, Brian!” Some guys began to cheer him on as they watched him take you towards the stairs. He smiled brightly to them as if bringing you upstairs was an accomplishment.

The music drowned in your ears, feeling like everything was slowing down all around you. Suddenly, you were sat at the bottom of the stairs and you could hear the music soften a bit as well as some guys shouting.

“What do you think you’re doing to her?”

“Relax man, I was just trying to have a good time with her,” Brian smirked, only to realize he had made a mistake. The guy who held the collar of his shirt tightly gripped it even tighter, lifting him a bit off the ground. His eyes pierced into Brian’s even into the dim lights of the party and his tone had changed.

“Don’t you dare touch her. Ever again. She’s coming with me.”

“Listen, I’m sorry man. I didn’t know she was yours.” Brian stammered over his words as Jeno released his collar. He backed off immediately, returning to the party as he approached your nearly unconscious state as you sat dizzily on the stairs.

“Y/N? It’s me, Jeno.” He knelt before you, brushing your hair from your eyes, trying to see them. “I’m going to take you back? Okay?” His thumbs rubbed your cheeks as he tried to wake you up. “Y/N?” He was able to shake you awake for a brief moment.

“I’m going to-” he was cut off as you nodded, holding his arm as he held you. He could feel his anger rising within him as he tried to get you to your feet without hurting you and seeing the guys who cheered Brian on in his peripheral vision. He walked carefully, almost lifting your feet off the ground as he walked you to his car, sitting you in the front seat. As he buckled you in, he could see the goosebumps rising over your skin. From the backseat, he grabbed one of his sweaters, draping it over your shoulders, covering your body. He drove away from the house, from the party Jaemin had invited him to, only to show up late because of work. But now he wanted you to be safe and he wanted to take care of you.

He parked at the end of the block, feeding you water, hoping you regain consciousness. He looked around you, seeing no pockets or keys, except for your phone. He sighed as he started the car and drove back to his shared apartment with his roommates, Mark, and Renjun.

The drive wasn’t too long, only about ten minutes until he pulled into the parking lot, seeing the lights in the apartment on. He pulled out his phone as he walked over to the passenger side of the car where you were and called Mark,

“Hey, unlock and open the door for me.”

“Why? Don’t you have keys?” He heard Mark get up from wherever he was regardless.

“I do, but I can’t really use them right now, so just do it.” He said briefly before hanging up. He unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted you into his arms with his jacket still over you. He leaned your head against his shoulder as he carried you up the steps of the apartment until he reached the door where Mark stood. His mouth was agape when he saw Jeno turn the corner.

“Woah, what happened?” He closed the door as Jeno walked past him, holding you close. He set you down on the couch carefully as Renjun came out of the bathroom with his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck.

“Jeno,” he gasped. “Did you kill someone?” He covered his mouth jokingly, acting surprised.

“Very funny,” Jeno responded, fake laughing. “But no.” He sat on the edge of the coffee table and he leaned forward, brushing a few strands of your hair from your face.

“Wait, is this? Y/N? The one younger than us?” Mark asked as he walked around the coffee table, getting a better look. “Why is she here? What happened? I thought you were going to Jaemin’s party?”

“Y/N? As in the Y/N who Jeno always gets silent about when she’s mentioned, Y/N?” Renjun smirked as he nudged his shoulder playfully.

“Hush, Renjun and I were. As soon as I got there after work, I saw this guy try to take her upstairs but she was barely conscious. Pretty sure her drink was spiked.” He looked back at you.

“Did you beat the guy’s face in?” Mark genuinely asked out of curiosity.

“That would be such a Jeno type thing to do, especially since it was Y/N,” Renjun agreed, now standing behind Mark, leaning on his shoulder.

“...No,” Jeno responded, making Renjun gasp. “But I may have grabbed the guy’s collar tightly and mentally punched him multiple times in my head…” Jeno shied away, letting his voice get quieter and quieter as he spoke. He could still feel the anger and made a note to talk to Jaemin later about this Brian guy.

“I brought her back cause she didn’t have her key or anything except her phone on her.”

The two sat there, nodding along as they listened to Jeno. “Wow, who knew the cold Jeno could be so caring and soft?” Renjun shook his shoulders from behind.

“I know right. The one who would turn away other girls coldly yet everyone still falls for him. But wow, so you do have a heart when you care for someone,” Mark patted Jeno’s back as he headed to the kitchen.

“So you guys don’t mind that she spends the night? I’m gonna move her to my room and I’ll take the couch tonight.” Jeno asked as he watched his roommates prepare some ramen feast in the kitchen.

“Nah,” Mark responded as he cracked some eggs.

“Not at all. Just take her of her well,” Renjun added as he poured the ramen seasoning into the pot.

As the two began to cook, Jeno carried you to his bedroom where it was quieter and less chaotic. He removed your shoes, putting them at the edge of the bed and tucked you in beneath his covers, hoping you were comfortable. Jeno sat on the edge of the bed beside you, taking in your features. Deep down, it surprised him too how you were able to make him forget his words or what he was going to do next whenever you were nearby. But it was a surprise he got used to and a surprise he wanted to experience every single time with you. He stood from the bed as you slept soundly, breathing slowly, and grabbed his clothes, hopping into the shower.

The hot water covered his body as he showered, thinking back to how you had come into his life. He was a year older than you and from the end of elementary school, through middle school, to high school, the two of you had watched each other grow up. From his perspective, he was somehow attracted to you by some force he never knew. As he grew older, his heart began to harden and grow cold as he realized how cold the world really was, except when it came to you. He felt obligated to watch over you or to make sure you were okay, but as he moved on to college, he wasn’t able to see you every day.

But now that you were here, it felt like something to Jeno and he wanted to make sure you stayed in his life.

Jeno peeked once more into his bedroom, finding you now turned onto your side, still asleep. He joined Mark and Renjun in the living room as they ate their ramen feast, which then led to a gaming tournament.

“Jeno,” Renjun called from the couch as Jeno and Mark battled each other in their game.

“Hm?” He responded his eyes focused on the game.

“What exactly about Y/N makes you like freeze up?” He knew just bringing you up would make him falter- it was evident in the game as Mark was finally able to land some hits on Jeno’s character. “It seems like at times you just want to change the subject whenever she’s a topic of conversation, but at the same time, you don’t want the conversation to end?”

“Yeah, I’ve always been curious about that too,” Mark says with his eyes focused on the game.

As Jeno began to actually think about this question, Mark’s character began to catch up to Jeno’s character, leading to Mark’s victory as Jeno gave up and thought about you. “There’s… there’s just this feeling I get around her that I just want to… protect her? I don’t really know myself, it’s like an indescribably feeling, but just being around her feels nice…”

Renjun nodded, genuinely touched inside seeing Jeno actually have emotions and the capability to feel affection for someone. “You should ask her out. Who knows, maybe she feels the same way. I’m going to call it a night. I’ll do the dishes tomorrow. Goodnight guys,” Renjun says as he patted their shoulders heading off to his own room.

“I doubt she would want to go out with me. Plus it’s been a while since high school. I honestly didn’t know she was going to come to S/N of all places,” Jeno sighed as he put down the controller onto the TV stand, leaning back against the coffee table.

“You two didn’t keep in touch?” Mark asked as he did the same.

“Well, we sort of kept in touch in the beginning but I think from there, I began to drift cause of the process of getting here and from there, I just thought it would be awkward… I don’t really know,” Jeno sighed.

“Mm, well I agree with Renjun, and I think he’s right ‘cause you did save her from a total stranger at the party tonight and she’s safe.”

Jeno took their words into consideration and thought about how the two of you never really had any awkward or bad phases, but thinking about this now made him regret not reaching back out to you after that time. However, he didn’t want to risk losing you for good if he did take this chance.

“You should really shoot your shot, I think the result would surprise you too.” Jeno nodded in agreement, knowing he had some thinking to do tonight. “Alright, I’m going to call it a night, too,” Mark yawned. “Goodnight.”

“Night…” Jeno laid on the couch by himself, staring up into the ceiling as the light from the kitchen shined into the livingroom. Moments from the party, before and after, played in slow motion in his mind. The flame of anger sparked a bit when his memory went through the part when he walked through the door, seeing you being pulled up the stairs by some guy. He imagined all the things, at this point, he sort of wished he did and said to him. Moments of the few nights before when Jaemin had invited him flashed through his memory. If he hadn’t given in to Jaemin, or if Jaemin hadn’t egged him into going, who knows what could have happened to you. Honestly, as upset as he was about finding you there, he was relieved that he was able to bring you somewhere safe like Mark had said.

He sat up and got off the couch, and headed toward the kitchen, telling himself he was going to turn off the lights, but suddenly, his ajar door made him make a detour to his bedroom. You slept soundly as he approached quietly. You turned a bit as he stood beside the bed and he tucked you in for the last time tonight. He turned off the lamp and plugged your phone into the charger, shutting the door behind him as he finally turned off the kitchen light and laid on the couch. He pushed the thought of asking you out to another time into a corner of his mind.

Your mind began to spin as your sore, tired eyes began to flutter open. You slowly pushed yourself up on the soft bed, holding your head at the same time. Your jaw was clenched shut, hoping you wouldn’t throw up. You rubbed your hands on the soft bed, under the blankets and pillows looking for your phone, fortunately finding it charged on the nightstand beside the bed. “3:24 am” your phone read. No messages or any calls from F/N or anyone. You turned your legs, swinging them over the edge of the bed and slowly slid off, landing gently on your feet. You braced the bed as you slowly adjusted, taking it easy. “Where am I?” you thought to yourself as you wobbily walked across the room to the neatly organized desk. You turned on the flashlight of your phone, seeing if there was a way to find out where you were until something on the shelf above the desk caught your eye: a picture frame. You looked closely at the picture frame, adjusting your eyes to the sudden light and that’s when you knew where you were: Jeno’s room. “Where is he?” You turned back to the bed, finding no one else. You slowly walked out the bedroom door, making your way through the quiet and dark apartment.

As you approached the living room, you heard light snoring growing louder as you grew closer. You could see a little bit from the moon shining into the living room and that’s when you saw Jeno asleep on the couch. “Jeno?” You whispered as you knelt beside the couch. He seemed so peaceful asleep and you felt the pang of regret go through your chest, knowing you could have talked to him in the morning. “Sorry, you’re asleep…” you began to slowly get back up and make your way back to his bedroom when you felt a grasp at your hand.

“What is it? Are you okay?” Jeno sat up immediately as if he was awake already. He walked you to the kitchen, switching on the light, looking at you. “Is something wrong?”

“No! I just- I just wanted to know how and why I’m… here.” You said, feeling insecure as the uncomfortable feeling of eyes on you grew. You instinctively used your other arm to cover your bare waist as Jeno held your other hand.

Without missing a beat, Jeno walked back to his room, grabbing one of his long sleeves and handed it to you when he returned. You took it and wore it, making his heart flutter seeing you wearing his clothes. “Thanks…”

“Yep… Uh right, so I went to the party and when I got there, I saw this guy try to take you upstairs, so I set him straight and brought you back here instead…” Jeno pulled out a chair for you at the table and he sat at the adjacent side of the table. “Uh, do you want anything to drink?” Jeno suddenly stood back up, making his way to the cupboards.

“Could I have some water, please?” You asked.

“Yeah, of course.” He poured out some water for the two of you and sat back down in his seat. His heart hammered in his chest as he tried to find the right thing to say.

“Honestly, I didn’t really want to go… My friend, F/N, she’s in your year, she wanted me to come along so I could make friends, but as soon as she gave me this outfit, I really didn’t want to go…” You said as you held the mug. “But thank you, Jeno, for being there tonight… I honestly don’t really know what I would have done or anything if Brian brought me upstairs…” You looked up, meeting his dark eyes which seemed to somehow shine even in this dim lighting. You gave him a sweet smile making him ball his fists beneath the table and making him scream mentally. It had been so long since the two of you actually talked.

“Jeno, I-”

“Y/N, ca-” The two of you cut each other off as the two of you began to speak, filling the silence. “You first,” Jeno responded.

“Sorry, I just wanted to say… that I missed you… I thought after your senior year, I wouldn’t get to see you again… But here we are,” you said as you tried to laugh it off.

“I missed you too,” he smiled sweetly as he took back his initial thoughts for now. “What made you come to S/N?” He asked changing the subject.

“Well… I’m going to tell you a secret,” you said as you scooched a little bit closer like you always did from when the two of you were young. “I told people I came here cause of F/N, but really… I hoped to see you again…” you felt the burning rush of adrenaline and slight embarrassment saying this out loud to the guy you had fallen for all those years ago.

Jeno was taken aback. He was absolutely speechless. “Does… Does this mean I can ask her?” “Really… wow. Uh, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Well, this may be hard to believe too, but.” He moved even closer to before which was rare since he wasn’t the type to share many secrets in the first place with you. “I really hoped we could meet again one day too… Ever since we were young, whenever you were around, I honestly froze or didn’t know what to say and it surprised me, so will you be with me and continue surprising me?” He finally asked.

Now it was your turn to be taken aback. You looked into his eyes as if he had just told you he was a ghost or something. “I… yes.”

It didn’t seem like it on the outside, but Jeno’s heart did countless flips in his chest. He simply smiled and pulled you close into his arms, finally doing what he had always wanted to do.

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prettyinlimegreenboots · 3 years

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Hey there! Could you do stargazing and proposal for sprace? If you would rather someone else that's great too! Have the best day! I might send in another prompt later. <3

I’ve been throwing around an idea of how Spot proposed to Race in my Life in the Emergency series. @deliciouspeachpirate gave me the perfect opportunity to write it. So buckle up kids, this is a doozy.

One point of noting, as I was writing this, I realized that Katherine would’ve had to be in school for 12 years, which would’ve made her at least 30 in this series. I’m envisioning the group to be mid-20s, 25/26 years old. However, she’s actually a PA, not an MD. I’ve made the updates in the other stories of the series.

I do not own One Tree Hill. Curse words and alcohol included.

July 18, 2019 7:30pm

There were perks to working nights while his boyfriend was puttering around the house, unaware of what was to come that night. But little did Race know that Spot was only working until 8pm, having switched with a fellow nurse for the night.

Tapping on the desk caught his attention as Spot looked over at Albert. “You nervous? Ready for this?”

“Why I told you in the first place, I’ll never know.” Spot shook his head, looking at his boyfriend’s best friend. “I’m a little nervous.”

Albert smiled, putting a hand on Spot’s shoulder. “Don’t be . . . my best friend may be a dumbass but he’s going to be surprised. He’ll love it.”

“You sure?” Spot bit his lip, his eyes flying up to see Kat throwing a chart on the desk.

She rolled her eyes, looking at her friend. “Spot we’ve been over this a thousand times. You could propose to him doing the hula and he would say yes. This is perfect for you two and he’s going to love it. Now don’t you have places to be, other than the Emergency Room?”

Spot rolled his eyes at Plums and Albert before quickly clocking out and pushing back the chair. “Wish me luck.”

“Good luck but you won’t need it.” Kat pulled him into a hug before lightly slugging his shoulder. “Text me later, might need some excitement to keep me awake.”

Nodding, he said goodbye to them both, stopping by his locker before he walked to his SUV, his baby outside of Race. Throwing his bag in the backseat, he quickly checked the trunk, making sure the cooler he packed earlier was still cold. He saw the blankets there as well before shutting the trunk lid.

Jumping into the SUV, he turned the radio on and let his thoughts drift over the last six years he and Race had been dating. They had been friends throughout high school but didn’t start dating until their sophomore year of college, when they were roommates. Spot grinned, remembering their wild times at 1456 Wakeman Ave. Jack and Crutchie had lived across the hall with Albert and Romeo just down the hall.

Pulling into the driveway, he quickly grabbed his bag before walking into the house. Dropping his bag on the bench in the mudroom, he smirked, hearing the bass pumping as there was noise coming from the kitchen. Peeking his head into the kitchen, Spot’s eyebrow raised. “Racer, what the hell are you doing?”

His head snapped up, hitting the underside of the cupboard, several curse words escaping his mouth. “Spottie? What the hell are you doing home? You scared the living shit outta me.”

“Sorry about that. But this is your first surprise of the night.” Spot leaned over, rubbing the back of Race’s head as he kissed him. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

Race gave him a look. “Again, what the hell are you doing home? Thought you were working overnight.”

“That’s what I had you believe. I actually got off at 8 . . . now go get changed into comfy clothes and we’ll get going.” Spot clapped his head, heading to their bedroom to change.

Spot quickly got changed into an old pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt before grabbing something from the top drawer, heading out to the living room, where Racer still hadn’t moved. “Racer, let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” Race asked, tilting his head to look at Spot.

Shrugging, Spot smiled. “Figured since I don’t have to work tonight, we’d go for a drive. Go get changed.”

“That’s what you’re wearing?” Race asked as he headed for the bedroom.

Spot rolled his eyes. “Nah, I figured I’d change along the way.”

“Alright, smartass, you don’t have to break out the sarcasm.” Race called, as Spot went around the living room, turning off the many lights that were on. He yelled at Alexa to stop playing the music. Slipping his feet into a pair of Nike Flip Flops, he grabbed the keys as Race came out of the bedroom. “Alright I’m ready . . . do I need to bring anything?”

“Unless you want a hoodie or something specific to drink, everything is already in the car.” Spot said, twirling the keys in his hand.

Race gave him a curious look, heading back to the bedroom, grabbing a hoodie for them both before meeting Spot in the entryway, heading out to the car. Unlocking the navy blue 4Runner, he quickly got into the driver’s side as Race hopped in on the passenger’s side. “So do I get a hint or anything? Still can’t believe you tricked me on when you worked.”

“I haven’t surprised you in a while, figured it would be a good night to do it.” Spot grinned, leaning over stealing a kiss from him. “As for a hint, it’s something you’ve been wanting to do this summer but we haven’t been able to do it yet.”

Every summer they make a bucket list on their chalkboard wall in the kitchen. Everything from visiting the beach to a summer roadtrip to getting ice cream from their favorite local shop, there are 14 things up on their wall that they’ve been checking off since Race got out of school for the summer. “There’s so many things still up on the board that we haven’t accomplished yet.”

“Well we’ve got a bit of drive ahead of us so you can ponder the board for a while.” Spot smirked, pulling out of the driveway. “Do you want to pick a playlist?”

Race shrugged, hooking his phone up to the system before the Lumineers poured out of the system. “So were you working this morning?”

“Nah, I had some errands to run. I worked 2-8 but I have to pick up a shift in the next two weeks for Maria who is covering for me tonight.” Spot held his hand out for Race to lace his fingers through, giving them a squeeze. “All will be revealed soon but I just wanted to surprise you tonight. I put in a request to transfer to days.”

Race’s eyes went wide as a grin slid across his face. “You did? But you love nights.”

“But I hate not being able to spend much time with you.” Spot countered, taking his eyes off the road for a second. “Kat and Albert are also looking to transfer to days so the gang will all be together.”

Race nodded. “Jack told me that he and Kat are trying to get pregnant . . . that might be why.”

“That’d make sense.” Spot nodded, squeezing Race’s hand, sighing happily. “I love you, Racer.”

“Love you too Spot; even when you scare me shitless.” Race chuckled as Spot joined in.

Spot turned onto the interstate, accelerating the car as he merged on. “So we’re heading out of the city?”

“Yes, we are.” Spot agreed, giving him a look. “Any ideas?”

Race shook his head. “Nah but I can check a few off the list due to going out of the city.”

“Is this one of your random playlist?” Spot questioned, listening to the music fade from “This I Promise You” by NSYNC to “I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)” from Hercules.

Race picked up the phone and looked at it, shrugging. “I just picked one of the Spotify playlist. I can put something else on, if you want.”

“Nah this is good . . . just didn’t expect to go from NSYNC to Disney.” Spot chuckled, picking up their linked hands and pressing a kiss to the back of Race’s hand. “How’s driver’s training going?”

Groaning, Race threw his head back. “Almost got into a wreck with two kids today. Luckily at the last minute they stopped but my heart was in my chest for the rest of the drive. Needless to say, they’re driving with another instructor for the rest of the week.”

“How close are we talking about? Darting out in front of another car or blowing a red light?” Spot asked, raising an eyebrow as he squeezed Race’s hand.

Race sighed. “Darting out in front of a car, one side was clear but failed to see a car coming until it was almost too late. All I kept thinking is thank goodness you’re working today.”

“I love you dearly but it’s never a good day when you end up in my Emergency Room.” Spot gave him a knowing look.

Race half smiled. “I know but you look so damn sexy in those scrubs.”

“I honestly have no words.” Spot said slowly as Race threw his head back and laughed loudly - one of Spot’s favorite sounds in the world.

Spot grinned pulling off the interstate, applying the brake as they came up to a stop sign. Turning left, Spot saw Race’s face break into a big grin as he slowly recognized where they were. “You’re taking me to the old farmhouse?”

“Maybe . . .” Spot shrugged as the playlist flipped over to “I Don’t Want To Be” by Gavin DeGraw. “Remember when you made me watch all 9 seasons of One Tree Hill over a two week period?”

Race chuckled. “I thought you were going to kill me but you ended up loving that show as much as I do. Besides, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone ship Naley as much as you do.”

“Leave my precious babies alone.” Spot took his hand off the steering wheel for a moment to point his index finger in Race’s direction. “They had their ups and downs but damn they were the couple that made that show!”

Race rolled his eyes as Spot turned into the long driveway of the farmhouse Medda had bought several years ago as a retreat outside of the city. “Momma here?”

“Nah, she’s in the city working on some new production.” Spot said, giving his boyfriend a grin. “She knows we’re out here though.”

“Just in case there’s a stray killer scarecrow hunting the grounds?” Race quipped, giving Spot a look.

Shrugging, he stopped the car, turning off the engine. “You never know what can happen in Timbuktu. Come on.”

Hopping out of the SUV, Spot made his way to the trunk to grab the blankets, handing them to Race before grabbing the cooler. Closing the hatch, he offered Race his hand before leading him out to the fields behind the house. “What are we doing? You didn’t bring me here to die, did you?”

Spot threw his head back laughing. “No one is going to die tonight . . . well that’s not in the plans.”

“That’s reassuring.” Race mumbled, lacing his fingers with Spot’s. “What’s in the cooler?”

Spot adjusted the cooler in his other hand as he tugged on the one laced with Race’s hand. “If you hurry up, I can show you. The more questions you ask, the longer until everything is revealed.”

“Okay, okay.” Race motioned Spot to start walking as he followed behind him. “You sure there’s no cow pies out here?”

Sighing loudly, Spot shook his head. “Momma doesn’t own any cows, for as long as I’ve known you. Do you think the cow pies would magically fall from the sky?”

“I mean, you never know. There are cows around here that could’ve gotten loose.” Race defended as Spot looked over his shoulder at him.

“In your dreams, Racetrack. Now pick up your pace. It’ll be midnight by the time we get everything set up at this pace.” Spot cracked a smile at him before looking up at the sky, knowing the night was perfect.

Soon they came to the field that they had often found themselves laying in when they were at the farmhouse. It was a little tradition of theirs. “Here.”

Dropping the blankets on the ground, Race sighed looking over at Spot. “Okay . . . now what?”

“Oh how I love you Race.” Spot leaned over, stealing a kiss from him. “Please never change.”

Race’s eyes went wide as he looked at Spot. “What does that mean?”

“You haven’t figured out what we’re doing yet?” Spot asked, putting the cooler on the ground before spreading out one of the blankets on the ground.

As if something had hit him, Race’s eyes brightened up. “We are going to stargaze?”

“Bingo, snookums.” Spot said, dropping to his knees on the blanket before rolling over onto his back, propping an arm behind his head. “It’s the perfect night for it. Look at how clear the sky is.”

Race soon joined him, laying his head on Spot’s chest as he gazed up at the stars, sighing in contentment. “The big dipper is on bright display tonight.”

“Of course that’s the one that you always find first.” Spot grinned, running a hand through Race’s hair. “And there’s the little dipper and the North Star.”

Race hummed in agreement as he tilted his head back to look at the star filled sky. “It’s absolutely gorgeous out here. Why do we live in the city again?”

“Closer to jobs, family, everything really.” Spot replied. “Maybe in the next few years, we can move out here. It’s not that far of a drive when you really think about it.”

Race nodded against Spot’s chest. “Might be hell in the winter but we can always get a better car.”

“It’s good to dream with you.” Spot mused continuing to run his hand through Race’s hair. “I’ve been doing some thinking.”

Race sat up, giving Spot a look. “Is that good thinking or bad thinking?”

“Always good thinking.” Spot said, sitting up, lacing his fingers with Race’s, squeezing them gently. “How long have we been together, Racer?”

A smile crossed Race’s face. “We’ve known each other since Freshman year in high school, god we were babies. But together officially since Sophomore year of college. I remember being so nervous to tell you that I liked you . . . it was a damn miracle that you hung out with me as a friend, let alone a boyfriend.”

Spot laugh, nodding his head. “The feeling was mutual snookums. I couldn’t get over how lucky I was to have you in my life as a friend, let alone a boyfriend. I remember pinching myself so many times during the first month because I thought this was going to crumble and fall. You’ve been there for every good day, through all the triumphs and downfalls. You’re the first person I want to call when I’ve got good news, the person I want to hug when the day is just awful, and the person I want to vent all my frustrations to. But we’ve been through so much together and our journey is just beginning. Since we’ve been together for six years, I kinda don’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else . . . so, Antonio James Higgins, will you do the honor and marry me? Be tied to me for ever and ever?”

Race’s jaw dropped, tears glistening in his eyes, as he started nodding his head before throwing his body weight at Spot, knocking him onto his back. He placed his hands on either side of Spot’s head before leaning down and kissing him. “Ja, Sí, Si, Oui, Yes, Sean Thomas Conlon . . . You're an idiot but I absolutely love you and yes, I will marry you.”

“I’m your idiot now.” Spot said, leaning up to capture his lips in another kiss. “And I love you too snookums.”

Race hummed into the kiss, pressing forward slightly to deepen it. Moaning slightly, Race pulled back with a smirk on his face. “Someone’s a little eager.”

“I’ve been carrying this around for a while now.” Spot sat up, pulling a velvet box out of his pocket, cracking it open. A black Tungsten ring with a row of black Sapphires sat inside the box. A gasp escaped Race’s mouth as he looked at the ring before looking up at Spot. “I-Is that for me?”

“Nope, it’s for the cow that’s in the next pasture.” Spot grinned, shaking his head as Race smacked his shoulder. “Of course it’s for you idiot. Now, can I put it on your hand without a comment from the peanut gallery?”

Holding out his left hand, Race grinned at Spot. Race’s hand shook slightly as Spot pushed the ring onto his ring finger. “I promise you that I will always be there on the tough days, the good days, and the bad days. You will never walk alone as I will always be by your side. And I love you immensely.”

Spot reached up and wiped away the stray tears from Race’s eyes before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his lips. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Tony.”

“Ditto, Sean, ditto.” Race half laughed, half laughed leaning forward so that his head was rested on Spot’s chest. “I love you, Spottie. How long have you been planning this?”

“Since a few days ago but I’ve had the ring since April.” Spot grinned.

Race’s head flew up from its place on Spot’s chest as his eyes went wide. “Since April? Where was it hidden in the house?”

“Who’s said it was in the house?” Spot countered, grinning at Race’s jaw drop. “I’m not telling you where it was hiddened.”

Pulling the cooler closer to his side, Spot opened the top, grabbing two red Solo Cups and the champagne bottle that was inside. He made quick work of popping the cork off the bottle of champagne, eliciting a whooo from Race before pouring some of the liquid into each cup. Spot handed one to Race, clinking his cup with Race’s before taking a sip and making a face. Race busted up laughing, throwing his head back. “You should see your face right now.”

“Ugh . . . why is this stuff so awful?” Spot spat out the drink, not even taking another sip.

Shrugging, Race took his own sip, and not a second later, spit it out in the field beside him before dumping the cup. “Please tell me that you brought something else.”

Reaching back into the cooler, he grabbed two bottles of beer, pulling the tops off, offering one to Race before gently clinking the necks of the bottles together. “Much better, mi amor.”

Stretching his legs out in front of him, Spot felt Race slide as he sat beside him, mimicking Spot’s position, laying his head on Spot’s shoulder. “This was more than I could’ve ever dreamed of, Spot. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Spot whispered. “Can I confess something to you?”

Looking up at him, Race nodded. “I was nervous to ask you earlier but when I spoke from the heart, my nerves went away.”

“Were you nervous I'd say no?” Race whispered.

“Never. I was more nervous that you wouldn’t like what I was planning.” Spot explained.

Race laced his fingers with Spot’s. “Honestly, you could’ve been doing the Hula and I would’ve said yes.”

Spot threw his head back, laughing, while tears streamed down his face. “You and Kat need to stop hanging out with one another.”

“Kat knew?” Race asked, squeezing their conjoined hands.

Spot nodded. “She did as did Albert. I threatened them both of bodily harm if either of them squealed. Eventually we need to take a photo so I can send it to them. I’m surprised my phone isn’t blowing up.”

Just as he said that his phone dinged as a text came through. Spot groaned fishing his phone out of his back pocket and opened it, laughing at the photo that was texted to him. Race looked over at him, raising an eyebrow at his sudden laughter. “What?”

Tilting the phone, Race laughed seeing Kat and Albert with their chins in the palm of their hands staring into the camera of the phone. “All Kat texted with the photo was well.”

Race laughed. “So how do you want to play this?”

Holding their conjoined hands up, Spot quickly took a photo of it before sending it to Kat and Albert along with Jack, Medda, Crutchie, and Smalls. He locked his phone, throwing it on the blanket before sighing in contentment. “All of the important people just found out. My job is done.”

“Leaving the story part up to me?” Race asked as Spot’s hand found the top of his head and started massaging it.

Spot chuckled. “You’re going to love telling everyone that story. Might as well give you the floor.”

“Ugh you’re so right.” Race said as he sat up. “As much as I don’t want to, should we get going?”

Spot’s mouth slipped into a wide smile before shaking his head. “Nope, we’re staying out here tonight. Neither of us have to work tomorrow so no sense in driving back to the city when we’ll be out here over the weekend anyways.”

“You think of everything, pooks!” Race said, leaning over and kissing him. “Planner by nature.”

Spot snaked his arm behind Race’s head keeping him there, kissing him again. “Shall we move this party inside?”

“Please do not quit your day job, Spottie.” Race laughed, standing up, pulling Spot to his feet before gathering the blankets and putting the stuff back in the cooler. They made quick work of cleaning everything up before making their way to the farmhouse.

Walking inside, there was a light on in the kitchen. Dropping everything in the foyer, the two made their way to the kitchen and grinned seeing what Medda had left them. A cake along with two plates and two bottles of chilled beer were sitting in the middle of the counter. The cake read “Congratulations Spot and Race!” in swirly font. Next to the cake was a handwritten note, which Race picked up and read aloud.

Race and Spot,

Congratulations on your engagement. Spot, I’m so happy you’ll be officially joining the family. We will be back around 4pm tomorrow. Race, your bedroom upstairs has fresh sheets on the bed already. There’s stuff for you in the fridge for breakfast and lunch tomorrow.

Congratulations again and don’t make a mess!

Love,

Momma/Medda

Spot pointed to Race with a grin. “She knows you too well. Shall we dig into this?”

“It’ll be a damn shame if we left the cake go to waste.” Race said grabbing two forks before just digging his fork into the cake and popping it into his mouth. “Damn, momma knows how to pick out a cake.”

Spot dug his fork into the cake popping it into his mouth with a groan. “Medda is amazing and so is this cake.”

Digging his fork in, Race looked over at Spot, offering him his fork as Spot leaned forward, eating the piece of cake. “Hey Spottie?”

“Yeah Race?” Spot asked, swallowing the cake.

Race set his fork down, leaning over and taking Spot’s hand in his, squeezing it. “You know how you said earlier that I made you the happiest man alive?”

“I did and you do.” Spot squeezed his hand in return. “Something on your mind, Racer?”

Race smiled. “You make me just as happy. Honestly, I was thinking of asking you to marry me, but as always you are three steps ahead of me. And I love you for it.”

Spot leaned forward, one hand still clasped in Race’s hand and the other moving to cup Race’s cheek before directing his lips to meet his. “I love you Racer; always, forever, and from here to the moon and back.”

“I love you too Spottie.” Race whispered, before leaning his forehead against Spot’s, pressing another kiss to his lips.

Thank you @deliciouspeachpirate for sending in the prompt. This was a lot of fun to write and feedback would be most appreciated!

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