Genre: Fluff. A lot of it.
Note: Created for @sirpeanutthethird Happy Birthday šš
āMm..ā Youāre awake, but your eyes stay closed in hopes of falling back to sleep.
Disoriented as your mind may be, you figured the time may be around four to five in the morning. For some reason, your body is trained to wake up around this time. A good assumption may be from getting ready for your classes at the University you attend. Except.. you donāt have any classes today, until tomorrow that is, which just so happens to be your birthday. Shame it has to be on the day you have school, but youāll accept that today is your day to kick back and slack off. Hopefully along with your boyfriend, Jake.
You open your eyes to a dark room, dimly lit by a warm lamp on his side. The first thing you notice is how close you are to him, that and the way heās holding you. Heās got one arm under you and the other around your shoulder. His palm is cradling the back of your head, feeling a tiny bit ticklish since his fingertips skimmed lightly against your scalp. You donāt mind though, itās always a good thing to wake up next to someone you love. Others may see his way of snuggling you this close as clingy, but you think youāre just as clingy as he is.
With what little space you have, you lift your head to kiss the flat of his chin. Jakeās breathing stuttered and his body shivered at such a small act of affection. Is he still asleep? Curious, you scoot back to try and get a better look at him. However, every time you move, his hold on you gets suspiciously tighter.
āUh-ā He doesnāt want to let you go it seems. Time to look at other options instead. Shuffling from your side to your stomach, you try to wiggle out of the sleeping manās arms into freedom. You only got about halfway down his torso, until he suddenly grabbed you by your underarms and moved you back to where you started. There, you see that the mischievous man is awake. The tiredness on his face did not match his playful attitude.
āYou were awake this entire time?ā You yell, but quietly.
āWhy are you up so late?ā Jake completely disregards your question and resumes cuddling you again.
āI just woke up.. what time is it?ā
āI dunno. But Iām going back to sleep.ā
āWell.ā You squirm against his hold again. āIām gonna check the time. Lemme go.ā
āNope.ā Jake says in a heartbeat. āNot gonna sleep without you.ā
āIām gonna be back! .. After I get some water too.ā
āYouāll take too long.ā
You smile a little. Heās so needy. āI wonāt, silly. Iāll be right back, okay?ā
āHmm.ā His dark brown eyes examine your face. For a lie, you think. Or maybe heās just considering freeing you from his heinous clutches.
And to your surprise, he actually lets you go. āThen by all means.ā Jake covers himself with the blanket you two shared. Taking more than usual for him. You briefly wonder why, but donāt question as you pull away.
As soon as the covers are off of you though, you immediately feel cold air creeping up on your skin.
Itās so unexpected, you cross your arms and shiver down to your core. Why isnāt any source of heat on? Or more alternatively, why is the cold air on? Once you stood up, your feet felt icy even against the carpet floor. āCold?ā You turn to Jake at the sound of his sleepy voice. Heās wearing a smirk that he tried his best to hide.
āY-yeah.ā You look around the room, unsure if you even wanted to go through the cold for just a glass of water.
āThen come lay down with me.ā You thought about his offer for a few seconds. Getting back in bed doesnāt seem like a-
Somethingās not adding up.
You turn to Jake again, seeing the smirk on his face a little wider than before.
No he did not. āJake, did you tamper with the thermostat?ā
You pout at him. āWhyy?ā Shaking your head, you crawl back in bed to avoid freezing to death. āWhatās the point??ā
āBecause I want to.ā A very cheeky Jake helps himself and wraps his arms around you again. āAnd it gets too hot.ā You sigh and cave in to the warmth he graciously gave you; wrapping your legs around his, your arms around his torso, and head leaning on his chest again. āThis has never been a problem before.ā You mumble.
āWell itās a problem now.ā Jake simultaneously pecks your forehead and cheeks, sweet-kissing your annoyance away. He canāt have you mad at him, if he plans to cuddle you into your dreams.
You groan, feeling your face tingling with acceptance at his unapologetic affection. Oh well.. āJake?ā
āIāll stay in bed, if you get me some water.ā You look up at him and smile again. If he wants things to go his way, then heāll have to do some of your bidding.
Jake hums delightfully at your request though, then readies himself to get up. āThatās a fair trade.ā
Jake strolls down the corridor, paper in hand as he tries to read from it. Heās having a hard time making sense of any of it. Itās like his professor compiled the most complex words in the dictionary and shamelessly typed them on this paper. Every time Jake passed by a trash can, he highly considered crumbling up and tossing the worksheet in there. He wanted to forget about the damn thing entirely.
It isnāt a very responsible thing to do though, he thought to himself. He made it this far without anyone criticizing him. Much. Heās probably tired, or maybe heās just-
Jake comes to an abrupt stop and turns around, hearing someone running behind him. Last he checked, no one really visits this specific hall. For why? He doesnāt really know, but he assumed it may be because the classes here are rather.. insignificant compared to other courses, although Jake took one of them. This hall contained extracurricular activities that rarely anyone attended: like sewing, graphic design, and just outside of this wing lies a golf court. The students in this school are just like him, learning about the money and the business world to make their parents proud.
āUh.. hello?ā Jake calls out, unable to see who ran. The corridor is narrow, the only way for the person to pass him is if they went into one of the classrooms. That, or in front of him where thereās a turn on his left. All of the classes had their doors shut with barely any noises sounding from them, so it shouldnāt be hard to find the clown, if they toy with him again. Jake looks around one last time, the trash bins, the potted plants, pillars and a few decorations that covered the hall with colorful pride for the University.
He sees no one and turns around to walk again, slowly this time.
Jake only got so far as five, careful steps until he hears those running footsteps again. He turns, concerned, but done with this. āAlright, you wanna fuck around?ā He folds the paper six times and stuffs it into his pocket. With his mind made up, he began to search the hall for any signs of a human being other than him. Any hints of clothing, hair, or even breathing will be useful to him. Heāll deliberately hunt down whoeverās responsible.
Your legs ache from kneeling down the trash can too long, but itās sooo worth it. Suppressing your laughter is way more important right now, especially when youāre hiding from Jake.
Initially, you wanted to find him and have a normal conversation with him, especially since you havenāt seen him since morning. You know he usually comes to this side of the University to either attend one of his classes or study, since itās almost completely silent. Yes, you being there could mean being a distraction to him.. But all that jazz is thrown out the window once youāve decided to mess with him for a bit.
So here you are, hiding with a few beads in hand you gathered from an art class in this wing. You wonāt throw any at Jake of course, but youāll use them to bamboozle the ever living hell out of him. You wonder if your boyfriend will eventually think heās crazy. Perhaps heāll call you, scared of a ghost and needing you by his side. Although youāve never seen him scared before, youāre still interested in how this goofy session will turn out. For both you and Jake.
While he looks around for you, you hide behind anything that could obscure you from his vision. He gets closer, hotter. Jake searches a spot where a pillar stands with a big potted plant in front of it. The one you moved, looking out of place. As soon as he turns his back on you, your heart raced with a bit of adrenaline. The thought of Jake finding and catching you made you feel too many rushed feelings at once.
An idea lights in your head to confuse him more. Quickly and quietly before he moves again, you take three beads in your hand and toss them down the corridor. The little noises alerts Jake. He snaps his attention behind him, leaving his current spot to check out where the beads are coming from. You giggle for a split second, then go silent.
Jake reaches the end of the hall, where it turns left towards other classrooms. Once he disappears, you stand up from your hiding place to follow him. Youāre not done just yet, youāll stop at one more throw of beads, then reveal yourself to him as the villain of such tomfoolery.
With your playfulness intact, you kept walking until you reached the end. You see shadows in the light, one unmoving and the other picking up something from the ground. Jake. You hold your breath for a moment, waiting until he moves away from you again. You watch his shadow examine something in his hand, probably the beads you threw. Then, he stands up and disappears along with his shadow.
You start breathing again, relieved that he didnāt walk back to the corridor youāre in. Calming down a little, you move to follow Jake again. You kept going, no longer hearing his footsteps, but youāre determined to find him anyway in this one-way place. When you reached a turn on your right, you leaned against the wall and peeked out from the corner.
āAh!ā You half gasped and squealed like a bird.
Instead of seeing another hall with doors, water fountains, and decorations; maybe Jake walking down the area as well..
Heās right in front of you.
Before you could do anything but chuckle nervously, Jake grabs you by your waist and holds you against the wall. All of the annoyance you previously saw on him is replaced by a slight, mischievous look. āYou thought I wouldnāt catch you, huh?ā
You bit your lower lip, especially once his hands moved to a much more sensitive spot of your body. Itās hard to push aside your excitement to speak. āH-howād you know I was- Eee!!ā Jakeās fingertips wiggles at your ticklish spot, not too soft or harsh, just enough to get you laughing in front of him. You drop everything, the beads in your hand fall to the ground. āS-st-stop! Weāll get in trouble!ā
āGuess you didnāt think about that before throwing those beads.ā Jake continues his tickle-fest, following your movements as you try to get away from his hands.
āOkay! Okaay! I-Iām sorry! Iām- oh!!ā It was set. It was only a matter of time before you two done something to get you both even more in trouble. Jake accidentally bumped you against a wall, which had artwork of the Universityās mascot taped to it. The tape fell and the paper tore a little, creating a sound that echoed the empty hallway. You and Jake stared at each other in shock. It wasnāt until the sound of a doorknob brought him back to his senses. He grabbed your wrist and hurried both of you out of there, before you two got caught.
āSorry Jake..!ā You whisper loud enough for him to hear.
āShh..ā He shushes you, guiding you away from the ācrimeā scene and towards the more quiet areas of the wing. You two reached the lockers, where only a few of them are occupied. Jake comes to a stop, still holding your wrist as he catches his breath. He eventually chuckles, so light and happy it becomes contagious. You clasped a hand over your mouth, snickering into your palm.
āIt wasnāt your fault, it was mine.ā Jake says, clearing his throat and needing water from all of that childishness.
You shrug. āI came here to just talk to you, but.. Mm, I dunno what came over me, heh.ā You exhale your final, heavy breath. Itās a little hot in here now, but you feel invigorated around your boyfriend.
āI can see that.ā He smiles, and you smile too. āIām glad youāre here, donāt worry. I got something for you too.ā
Your eyes widen. āFor me? What is it?ā
Jake holds up a hand and fishes in his pockets for something. First, he pulls out the folded paper from before, looking at it in sheer disgust. You snort at his reaction and conclude that it may be school work of some kind. About three seconds passes until he pulls something from another pocket: a small, baby blue box. Satisfied, Jake puts the folded paper away, completely forgetting about it. āHere. I made it for you.ā
You look at the small box with deep interest. Grabbing it, you held it close and opened it with pure curiosity. There, you see a bracelet, shining in what light the area gave. Itās made of silver, crafted with tiny charms of favorite animals and your favorite colors. One charm resembled food you loved to eat. You couldnāt help but gaze at it in awe, itās easy to tell how much care and thought was put into it.
āHappy Birthday.ā Jake cheers quietly, but fondly. You look up at him, heart swelling with the loving look he gave you.
āThank you! You made this??ā Gently, you pull the bracelet from itās little home. Jake takes the box from you, appearing sheepish as you immediately clip the piece of jewelry around your wrist. It fits perfectly.
āYeah. You like it?ā He rubs the back of his neck. Truth be told, one of his classes teaches fashion and the history of such. Jake never thought heād be interested in them, but as it turns out, heās skilled with his hands at not only outdoorsy activities. He loves crafting and creating things in general.
You blink. Looking at him as if he asked a dumb question. āI love it! Look at it!ā You twirl your wrist around, watching the cute charms sway. Itās so adorable, and the fact that itās made by him makes it a million times better. Youāll cherish this, the jewelry and this moment you have with him. āHow long did it take you?ā You ask, walking closer to him to hug him tight.
āA week and some change.ā Jake pulls you in, hugging you back. āGetting the materials was another thing, but I got them just time for you.ā You unconsciously swoon over his words. Itās always nice, having someone think about you so kindly, when you have no idea. Reaching up to his face, you kiss his lips a few times.
āThank you so much..ā Another kiss you two shared. āI love you.ā Then another. Jake is a bit flustered at your immense display of affection, but heās happy nonetheless.
āI love you too. Happy Birthday.ā
