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seouljazzbar · 7 months ago

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selfish (m.)

𓃹𓂃𓂃𓃹𓂃𓂃𓃹𓂃𓂃𓃹𓂃𓂃𓃹𓂃𓂃𓃹

about— wonbin’s a musical prodigy, having worked alongside critically acclaimed producers, and now he’s your guest lecturer for the semester. correction, your hot lecturer for the semester (producer!wonbin x f.reader)

author’s note— this is a little rough but i still like the way it turned out! title is from this song if anyone's curious hehe i think it's wonbin coded lowkey

warning— language, teacher-student dynamic, me blatantly lying about new york/nyu, alcohol use, (soft?) dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), whiny wonbin, oral (m. receiving), teasing, penetrative sex (with a condom!!) 18+ MDNI!!!

word count— 5.3k

Thursdays and Fridays from four to six, those were his office hours. It was difficult to have office hours that fit everyone’s schedule and that was the best he could do given he was only a guest lecturer. Even worse, he wasn’t given an office for said hours due to the deconstructed nature of the city. Going to university in New York was already far from traditional, and the conditions were no exception. But Wonbin didn’t mind, reserving a nice table on the second floor of Gregory's coffee on Broadway. It wasn't much but it was enough for the four or five students who took advantage of the time.

You were one of them. You knew all too well the struggle of falling behind in a class by thinking you had a handle on the material, only to be drowning in confusion come midterms. The class, The Sociology of Pop Music, interested you too much for you to risk completely flopping just because you failed to utilize your resources. But it wasn’t just your grade that you cared about. It helped that the guest lecturer in question was unbelievably sexy, an absolute dreamboat wunderkind who was just barely older than the students he was in charge of.

Park Wonbin, musician to the stars. He’d worked with countless acclaimed producers, written for most of the Billboard Hot 100 artists, and even put out his own flawless body of work that gifted him one Grammy and several nominations. He was an absolute icon at the ripe age of twenty-two and you were dying to sink your claws into him. Soft and athletic, inky black waves, a bashful smile and a voice that the heavens surely blessed him with. His presence was more distracting than conducive for your precious six-figure education, your thighs clenching together every Tuesday and Thursday that he took his place at the professor’s podium.

But you weren't the only one. Nearly everyone in the class was crushing on him, eyes batting as they asked elementary questions and giggles erupting at even his worst attempts at jokes. You felt like a dime a dozen lusting after him, gnawing your lower lip at the way his back muscles flexed when he turned to write something on the board. Get a grip, you’d think to yourself. You’re fighting for a slot on a list of many.

So you amused yourself with your self-labeled delusion, daydreaming about him outside of class and showing up to his office hours to clear up even the smallest of questions about the week’s lectures. He was careful with every word, taking his time to cultivate thorough responses to any and all questions you thought up for him, even ones that stemmed outside of the class's margins.

You still remember the first time you saw him, your jaw nearly dropping to the floor as he entered the lecture hall like any other student. Except he headed straight for the front of the room, placing his bag down at a table near the podium where the staff chaperone was setting up. He picked up the small expo marker that sat on the table, taking off the cap to write wonbin on the white board in messy penmanship before he followed it up with a squiggly smiley face. You knew who he was, his name notorious in the music wing of your school considering what he’d accomplished at such a young age. His looks definitely didn’t hurt, either.

He smiled at you, sitting in the second row waiting for class to start. Most people opted to sit as far back as possible, in the seats that were easier to slip out of the classroom unnoticed. But you sat proudly in the second row, alongside a few other eager students who’d heard good things about the class. His smile felt so personal, the glint of his teeth nearly causing heart palpitations as you smiled back. He didn’t know your name just yet, and suddenly that was your life’s mission; to make this man say your name.

It almost made you think he was giving you special attention with the way he paid close attention to you, his eyes lighting up whenever you came around the coffee shop steps with your notes in tow. He’d even stay past six o’clock if there were too many people before you who needed help, always offering to buy you a cup of coffee or a pastry after having waited for so long. He was so attentive, leaning into your space to look over the notes you took and making sure you were following along correctly. It was hard not to drool over him, especially when you were two of the last people left on the second floor, looking like a couple to the onlooking world.

“I’m serious! I think I’m gonna ask him out.”

Winter rolled her eyes, closing the magazine that she was never really reading in the first place. "So, what? You'll fuck his brains out in his office and then walk into class like nothing happened?"

"Actually, he doesn't have an office." The thought made you blush, sneaking around with Wonbin while your classmates and professors were none the wiser. The taboo was too hot for you to let go of.

Another roll of her eyes, this time meant for you to see. "___, get a grip. You're just slobbering all over him because he's famous. At the end of the semester, you'll go back to eyeing that one saxophonist."

Winter was numb to the novelty surrounding celebrity and the likes of it. She was a not so struggling artist whose parents funded her entire lifestyle, and it had been that way her whole life. She'd had her fair share of moments in Page Six, and the lavish New York socialite life had grown old for her. Her friends were still in the scene, but she had long since retired. Winter's idea of a fun Friday night these days included watching The White Lotus while experimenting with cookie recipes (with hopes of making it into the NYT Christmas Cookie lineup, of course).

You didn’t tell any of your college friends, though. Sure, the whole university knew that he was guest-teaching a music-related course and that he was unbelievably attractive, but you never mentioned to your friends that you felt something between the two of you. As much as you trusted your small circle of friends, you knew that student-teacher relationships were absolutely prohibited, no exceptions. Knowing this did nothing to quell the insatiable thirst you had for him, or the flutter of your heart every time he locked eyes with you. You were willing to throw caution to the wind for him, knowing you officially had it bad for him the moment you started doodling his name in your notebook. It got to the point where you were ready to make your move, ready to invite him to an apartment party one of your friends was throwing.

It was a Thursday evening, another night of attending his office hours despite your ninety-five percent in the class. You were the last student left in the final minutes of his office hours, just the two of you at the moderately sized table of the café. Your hands were mere centimeters from touching where they were laid out on the table, his warmth radiating onto you as he penciled in some helpful reminders in the margins of your notes. Just as you parted your lips to speak, he interjected. “I think it would be best if you stopped coming to office hours.”

That was not what you were expecting him to say. “Oh, um. Alright. Can I ask why?”

“You’ve clearly got an amazing grip on the material, and if anything you’re wasting your time showing up so frequently. It would be better if I had the full two hours for the students who are really struggling.” He refused to look you directly in the eyes as he spoke, opting to stare at your notes instead.

“Oh. Okay.” You gathered up all of your notes and pencils as quickly as you could, shoving them into your backpack without caring if the edges curled. The chair skidded back as you stood from it, not bothering with a goodbye as you saw yourself out. It was humiliating, almost, for him to have given you such a backhanded compliment. You started ruffling through your attendance record in the class and decided that you could afford to miss Tuesday, too embarrassed to be seen by him so soon after.

You really dodged a bullet there, then. Just seconds away from making a move on him when he told you that you should stop showing up to the only semi-private time you had together. It made you feel more delusional than ever before, allowing yourself to think he might actually feel something for you, too. You ignored the tears of frustration teasing the corners of your eyes, running off to the subway station that would deliver you back to your lousy campus housing safely.

What you didn’t see, however, was Wonbin nervously pulling at the ends of his hair. He was always such a bad liar but he knew he needed to put on the performance of a lifetime in order to get you to leave him alone. Considering it was quite the opposite of what he wanted you to do. There was something so intoxicating about you, your voice, your lips, your scent, that had him thoroughly fucked for you. Legally, he didn’t feel bad about it. But the professor he was working under, as well as the university, had already told him that under no circumstances was he to have dalliances with any of the students. So there he was, stuck thinking about you and not being able to do anything about it.

He had everything under control, at first. A few stolen glances during class but nothing to raise suspicion, just long enough for it to seem casual. Then it was finding you on social media, careful not to like any posts or to actually follow you, which made him feel like he was in full creeper mode. That was where he decided to draw the line until you started showing up to his office hours consistently, just as gorgeous as ever as you plopped down next to him in full concentration. He let himself indulge for a while, showering you with just a bit of special treatment until he realized he was crossing into dangerous territory. So he drew the line without a second thought.

You felt like you were back in high school, throwing a fit over being rejected by your longtime crush. All he’d done was politely ask you not to attend office hours anymore, but it felt like he’d told you off. You tried to convince yourself that it was because of your education, that you didn’t appreciate him taking away a resource that was proving itself helpful for you. But the real reason, the one you didn’t want to admit, was that you knew he felt it too. The storybook surge of electricity when his shoulder brushed yours and the way he never offered to get any of the other students coffee and pastries. The way he’d sometimes call you by a nickname when you were together or the way he spoke so highly of you in your exam notes. It was more than a one-sided schoolgirl crush and he was denying it just the same as you, and you couldn’t ignore how much it stung.

Saturday night was your chance to forget all about it. A friend of Winter's had convinced her to open up her ridiculously large penthouse for a laidback party, and she reluctantly agreed. You went to the party having skipped Wonbin’s office hours the evening before, successfully resisting the urge to 'drop by' the coffee shop casually; that would've been worse than just going to office hours. You were ready to let loose, your body a bit tense after the marathon overthinking session you had when Wonbin all but rejected you. All done up in one of your favorite ‘going out’ getups, you set yourself at a three drink maximum before starting the trek there.

You arrived considerably late, the party in full swing by the time you stepped off the elevator and onto the floor. There were so many people, sweaty bodies and intoxicated breaths, so much so that you almost missed him. He was leaning up against one of the kitchen countertops, nursing a drink of his own as he chatted with your friends. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight, almost annoyed that you ran in the same circles. But you pushed it aside to go talk to them, knowing they’d have a drink in your hand faster than you could make one. “___! You made it!” Wonbin’s eyes shot up to you making your way over to them, a raspy ‘fuck’ making its way off of his tongue. He suddenly felt trapped, nowhere to run as his student joined his little conversation circle. “Have you met Wonbin?”

“Yeah, we know each other. From around.” You avoided his gaze at all costs. “I need a drink.”

Wonbin quirked an eyebrow at you, “You drink?”

“Yeah, is that a problem?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight to the other foot as he avoided eye contact with you. “I just, you know… Are you old enough for that?”

“Ew, don’t be gross. I’m a uni student, I’m not in daycare. I’m twenty-one, promise.”

You were baiting him, and he knew it. Your anger was directed at him and only him, your bubbly demeanor intact for your friends as you caught each other up on the last month or so of your lives. You had no intention of making this night, or his life, easy. You knocked back the drink your friend Sohee gave you easily, sending Wonbin a sarcastic wink as he stared at you.

Even though your mind was begging you to run, you refused to let him ruin your night. They were your friends, too, and things were only awkward because he made them so. You stood your ground, pretending like he wasn’t even there as the conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, the party music seeming to follow suit. Everything was fine until someone who’d had too many came barreling into the kitchen, spilling their sticky spiked punch all over your legs. You let out a curse as it spilled into your shoes, the sensation far too uncomfortable to ignore.

“Here, go clean up in my bathroom.” Winter handed you the key, sending you off with a gentle shove in the direction of her bedroom.

You didn’t bother locking the door back behind you, knowing you’d be in and out before anyone could miss you. You took the time to freshen yourself up as well, poking around in Winter’s cabinets to see if she had anything exciting or ridiculously expensive. Perfumes, hand creams, serums. Sometimes you forget how rich New Yorkers could be. You turned the light off in the bathroom, turning to leave when you nearly jumped out of your skin at the pair of eyes watching you. “What the hell are you doing in here?”

“You didn’t lock the door back.”

Wonbin crossed further into the room, hands in his pockets as he watched you. Even when you were irritated with him, his charm was able to cut through your faux harsh exterior. “I'm sorry, is this allowed? Or does this count as office hours, too? Should I see myself out so that other partygoers can take advantage of your precious time?”

“___, stop. I was just trying to make a decision based on what I thought was best.”

You scoffed at that, trying to ignore just how close he’d gotten to you. “Yeah, right. There’s only like five people who bother showing up anymore, so I don’t know why me showing up is such a big deal? Like you must think awfully highly of yourself if you th—”

He cut you off with a swift kiss, lips finding yours in the pale lighting of the bedroom as you froze. Time seemed to slow; just barely noticeable, but you could feel it. Like one minute felt like two with his hands cupping your cheeks and his hips pressed against yours. You relaxed into his touch, daring to kiss back as the party outside seemed to disappear. All your senses could focus on was him and the way he seemed to consume you.

He walked you backwards, stopping as you stumbled into a wall. The once innocent kiss grew in desperation, your hands everywhere at once as your tongues clashed over and over again. It could’ve easily been a dream with how much you’d both had to drink, the taste of tequila fresh on his lips as you begged for more. Your leg hooked around his waist to draw him closer, a gasp slipping from your lips as you felt how hard he was through his jeans. And then he just stopped.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that.” He was breathless, his words not matching his desire as he slowly backed away from you. “This is exactly what I was trying so hard to avoid. I'm your superior, ___, I'd get fired for this.”

Your mind was blank, not a single thought worthy of being voiced in response to him. You knew it was wrong, knew his position could be terminated, but you didn’t care. Not when his touch was so addictive and your name sounded so sweet on his lips.

“This… this never happened, okay? And it can never happen again.”

He stalked off to rejoin the party, leaving you breathless and unsure of if any of that was real. The only evidence was the faint waft of his cologne that stayed behind, taunting you with the memory of his kiss. His soft, heated, spine-tingling kiss that had your head spinning from the feeling of it. Your lips were puffy from it, fingers reaching up to touch them delicately as if you could scare away the feeling somehow.

Your thoughts were interrupted by him coming back in, locking the door behind him as you fixed your hunched over posture. “Fuck it, fuck this job, I don’t need to be a guest lecturer.” His hands found your hips as he pulled you in once again, kissing you with much different intent behind it. “This is all I've been able to think about this semester.”

You let out a whimper, clawing at his shirt as his teeth pulled at your lower lip. His hands smoothed their way up your body, cupping your breasts through the material of your shirt as you moaned into his mouth. This felt real, no doubt in your mind as you melted like putty in his hands. “Do something.”

His lips migrated to your ear, licking along the shell of it as your head tipped back. “Do you want my fingers?” You nodded sheepishly, cheeks flooding with heat in a sudden wave of shyness. “Then spread your legs for me, baby.” Your body obeyed him without question, legs spreading for him to slip his hand between. He could feel how wet you were through the pants you were wearing, your underwear no match for the arousal he was responsible for. Your fingers fumbled with the button of them, popping it open and dragging the zipper down.

You knew this was a bad idea. Whether you cared or not, having his hand slip past your panties was wrong on so many levels, no matter how good it felt. His reputation and your academic career were on the line, but you couldn’t will yourself to stop him. Not when your body was yearning for more, thighs clenching at the circles he was rubbing against your clit. Not with his lips scaling your neck with kisses that only made your knees weaker than they already were.

Your resolve finally melted when he slipped a finger into your warm heat, the stretch easily out-rivaling anything your own fingers provided. The relief sent you into a spiral of high pitched sighs and moans as he added another, curling them near perfectly against your g-spot.

“Sound so pretty for me, baby. Wanna put your moans in a song.” The thought alone made your stomach twist, visions of riding him in his studio while he held his microphone up to your lips. He could see the shift in your expression at the suggestion, teeth practically destroying your lower lip. “Is that what you want, baby? Wanna be my muse?”

All you could do was nod as the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, your orgasm crashing over you much sooner than you expected. He kissed you through the waves of pleasure, swallowing the pleas of his name and the whimpers from the slight overstimulation of your clit. The cherry on top, though, was when he licked his fingers clean of your arousal without once breaking eye contact. It made you shudder.

Neither one of you knew where to go from that moment on, the heat of it all long gone as you faced reality head on. You zipped your pants back up to break the silence, fluffing your hands through your hair to alleviate any signs of sexual activity before rejoining the party. Not a word to Wonbin before going back like nothing happened, even though the uncomfortable dampness of your panties said otherwise.

unsaved number, 3:25am

↳ it’s Wonbin, i got your number from sohee. we should meet soon

you, 9:08am

↳ yeah? where?

wonbin, 9:09am

↳ 150 east 14th st, @ 11

you, 9:12am

↳ smh making me get my day started on a sunday morning

His apartment was as well kept as him, minimalistic in all its glory but decorated with his achievements wherever he saw fit. Awards, records, framed lyrics, any and everything he felt deeply proud of. You knew that you shouldn’t be there, no matter what occurred the night before. Wonbin was irresistible, and giving into his invitation was practically asking for trouble.

“I got coffee and bagels, if you’re hungry.”

Not just any coffee, though. Coffee from Gregory's. Of course he’d do something like this, you thought. He's trying to prey on my sentimentality to get me in bed. Kinda smart. “Why am I here, Wonbin?”

“Well as of three o’clock this morning, I’m no longer your teacher.”

You nearly choked on nothing as he smiled at you, pulling up the email correspondence from the Dean. “I'm sorry, what?”

“I never needed that teaching job, anyway. I took it because it felt good helping students, but it was getting to be too much, cutting into my own work time. And then when we crossed that line last night… I knew quitting was just the right thing to do.” He walked gingerly toward you, assessing your reaction carefully as he closed the gap between you.

You looked at him incredulously, brows furrowed as if he’d grown a second head. “Y-you’re not my teacher anymore?”

“I'm not your teacher anymore.” He backed you up against the wall of his foyer, the position eerily similar to where you were mere hours before. Heat rose to your face as he gazed at you, his smirk painfully malicious as his hand cupped your jaw. “Lemme take you out on a proper date. Dinner… the Angelika… dessert.”

Your gulp seemed to echo the walls of his apartment, giving up any and all fronts you were trying to put up. You could feel his lips hovering over yours more than you could see them, the soft hum that reverberated as he asked you if you’d like that. “I'm… not sure we’ll make it to dessert.”

“I thought I taught you last night to always leave room for dessert.” He popped open the first button of your blouse, getting a peak at the lavender bra beneath it. You’d dressed up for him, knowing very well where things could lead and not wanting him to see you in your far less alluring Sunday attire. Your breath hitched at his touch, your mind shouting for you to just wait for the date before crossing any more lines. But there he was, just as sexy as ever, sliding the sleeves of your top down your arms with his forehead pressed against yours. Youd didn’t stand a chance.

Your back was hitting his mattress before you could gather the strength to hold off, more of your clothes in a tangled web on his floor than on your actual bodies. Your skin was saccharine, a sweetener he’d been searching for ever since he could identify its name and he couldn’t get enough of it. Marks of his lips were blooming on every inch he could reach, your body signed with his name in a way you never knew you needed. His name rolled off your tongue like it was the only word you knew, the two syllables your new favorite combination in the entire world.

His hands guided your slip skirt down your legs, discarding it carefully with the rest of your clothes as you tugged impatiently at his boxers. He was hard, dangerously so, and it was killing you not to see him in all of his naked glory. “Canisuckyouoff?” You didn’t even think about it, the words flying out of your mouth before you could even try to stop them.

“Seriously?” You were already flipping the two of you over, inching your way down his legs until your face was leveled with his hips.

“Yes, please. I wanna make you feel good.”

Nothing could’ve prepared you properly for his length springing out of his black balenciaga underwear. It would’ve been a shame if he wasn’t as well-endowed as you wanted, but you were mature enough to know that it wasn’t all about size. Wonbin, however, was all about size. He was probably just barely above average in length but he was thick with veins in all the right places that had you close to drooling all over him.

You licked at his tip in a graze, not enough to satisfy him but enough to get him squirming. Small, agonizing licks here and there that had him fisting at his hair in sheer frustration. You pitied him with a bold lick up the underside, but went right back to the teasing that had him close to tears. “___, fuck, I can’t take anymore of this. I thought you said you wanted to make me feel good.”

“I will, baby, you just have to be patient.”

He whined out, not sure how the rest of the afternoon was going to play out if you kept teasing him so mercilessly. He was just about to beg again for you to touch him when your lips wrapped around his tip, his back arching involuntarily and sending him further into your mouth. A guttural groan accompanied the pleasure pumping through his veins as you bobbed her head along his cock, swirling your tongue around him every so often. You had a primal need for more of him, more of the way he tasted and the precum that was oozing out of him. More of the way his groans switched to melodious moans as his climax neared him, more of the way his face was contorted in pleasure as your hands rubbed at his thighs.

His orgasm was building up in the pit of his stomach, the twine of tension pulling further and further until he was sure it was going to snap. Your mouth abandoning his cock in favor of his balls almost did the trick, your hand wrapping around him to jerk as you sucked one at a time. He pulled you off of him reluctantly, wanting so desperately to cum in your mouth but knowing he’d regret passing up the opportunity to fuck you. “I have condoms in the drawer.” His breath was ragged as he pointed the drawer out to you, his hair sticking to his forehead as his body heat was skyrocketing. You handed one to him before shuffling back to the bed, letting him climb over you clumsily with his arms supporting his weight.

He tapped his tip against your clit, running it between your folds as you bucked your hips toward his. “That's not fair.”

He slipped inside of you, barely an inch before pulling back out. He repeated the movement over and over until you were gripping at his hips in an attempt to force more out of him. “Isn’t it, though? You had your fun…” You were so wet that it was making it hard for him to keep up, your soaked walls pulling him in with every shallow thrust. “Have you learned your lesson yet, baby?”

You nodded your head furiously, feeling almost embarrassed by how much you needed him. He refused to give up so easily, though, continuing his perfectly angled thrusts that grazed your g-spot just enough to make your hips buck. "Wonbin, please."

His first full thrust had you clenching around him so tightly that he almost came on the spot, the warmth of you wrapped around him so overwhelming that he had to screw his eyes shut. Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction as he filled you to the brim, the stretch burning deliciously. All you could think about was the next time, and the time after that, and how he could stretch you out whenever he wanted to now. He was yours now.

His lips wrapped around your nipple as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you, savoring how tightly you were squeezing him. It was all the anticipation finally materializing into something he couldn’t get enough of. Your moans, your faces of pleasure, your scent, your taste. He wanted as much of it as you’d let him have, for however long you’d let him have it. "Is this what you were thinking of while I was trying to teach you? Hm? Thought about me stuffing you full of my cock?"

The only noise you could manage was a raspy moan, mind completely numbed by the sensation of his skin pressed against yours. You could feel your lips move, saying something along the lines of wanteditsobadbinnie, but the feeling of his nose dragging up the side of your neck distracted you.

Your bodies seemed to mold together as he picked up speed, drilling into you relentlessly as your nails dug into his hips, asking for more. The slap of your skin against each other was his kryptonite as he wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to hear it again and again until it played in his mind on a loop. He could feel the knot in his stomach warning him to slow down, to relish in the feeling a bit longer, but he didn’t care. Not when your lips were pressed right to his ear begging him not to stop. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

He tried to respond with a ‘yes’, but the absentminded clench of your walls sent him over the edge in a flash. He emptied himself into the condom, trying his hardest to focus all of his efforts on pushing you towards your own orgasm. His fingers found your clit between your sweaty bodies, the rough pad of his thumb orbiting your clit until you joined him in your own throes of euphoria. Your nails clawed down the expanse of his back as your vision blurred, ecstasy replacing every cell in your body as he kissed along your jaw.

The room smelled of sex and the remnants of his body wash, both of you fighting for air as you wrapped yourselves in his sheets. Your fingertips danced across his chest as he watched you wordlessly, face flushed with the evidence of your Sunday afternoon in. “What are you thinking about?” He caught your hand in his, eyes still trained on your face.

“Honestly? Trying to remember if there are any hidden corners in the Angelika where we can have sex.” You looked up at him as he laughed, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips. “What? Too honest?”

“You’re kinda perfect, you know that?”

His lips pressed chastely against your temple. “Yeah, actually, I do.”

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sugarushwriting · 4 months ago

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frat boy heeseung part two who can’t get you off his mind. he left you…somewhat disappointed after the hookup so you may or may not go after the muncher of the group

NSFW

part two of 👇🏽

kinda long, but didn’t want to make a part three, but i might make a part three anyway. not necessarily a happy or sad ending, just how the reader (you) recovers and how your crush came about.

please reblog, share, comment!

do not repost as your own or translate!!

not proof read

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one week. seven days. it’s been that long since heeseung had you in bed and you…didn’t praise him like he thought you would. like other girls usually do. he can’t believe you just said, “thank you,” to him and walked out. didn’t ask for his number or beg him for another time.

sunghoon, jay, and jake could tell sometime was up with their frat brother. he was always cranky after sex which means, he wasn’t satisfied.

heeseung hasn’t been properly satisfied since the chi omicron party.

because of you.

you on the other hand was doing just fine. attending classes, hanging out with your “adoptive” brother ni-ki, hanging out with your roomie and studying.

since you were a criminal justice major, you didn’t have many classes with the boys. you had one class with jungwon, but that’s because that specific class was mixed with anyone second year and above.

you had always known you had an english class with jake and sunghoon, followed by a history class with jay and heeseung. you don’t know if the boys knew it, but now you definitely were hyper aware ever since the chi omicron party.

thankfully none of the guys brought up the night, which made you wonder if heeseung even told them he hooked up with you.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“it’s a friday night and we’re here at the library instead of a party.” heeseung groaned, throwing his pencil down on his notebook.

“you don’t have to be here you know.” jake’s aussie accent spoke. “we booked this room for studying for midterms. you joined us because you’re not happy with getting laid lately.”

heeseung’s head whipped up with a scowl on his face. he huffed, and the other guys chuckled.

jake and sunghoon reserved a study room in the library due to midterms in a few days and needing to study for a chemistry exam.

it was true, but heeseung couldn’t argue. in the meantime he thought he might as well try and study even though his brain was clouded.

“it’ll teach you to focus on your studies, not a girls body anatomy.” sunghoon laughed.

unbeknown, you were at the library as well, on the same floor. you met with choi yeonjun, to work on a midterm project together for a class for your criminal justice major requirements.

jake was the first to notice you. “hey, it’s eunjin!” he smiled widely, like a puppy. sunghoon and heeseung’s heads whipped up, seeing you standing near their study room door, talking with yeonjun.

“wonder how she knows yeonjun?” sunghoon asked in no one particular. heeseung’s jaw clenched.

jake went to the study door and instead of opening it to say your name, he frantically waved in front of the door.

yeonjun noticed with a laugh, and pointed, “i think jake sim is trying to get your attention.”

you turned your head to see jake with a big smile on his face as he waved. you waved back, then held up a finger indicating ‘give me a minute.’

“how you know the chi omicron boys?” yeonjun asked, eyebrow raised.

“mainly because of ni-ki.” you answered. “he’s a close family friend, and ended up joining the fraternity.”

“well one day, i hope you stop by tau chi tau (TXT) for one of our parties.”

“i didn’t know you were in a frat?” you laughed.

“that’s surprising because everyone says i give off frat boy vibes, whatever that means.”

you bid goodbyes with yeonjun, planning to meet up again before the project’s due date of thursday next week.

when you entered the study room, you weren’t expecting to see heeseung. like the lee heeseung in a study room? rather than in some girl’s bed?

“hi jake. sunghoon. heeseung.” you greeted all the men.

“have a seat sweets!” jake smiled enthusiastically and pulled out the seat next to him.

“what were you doing with choi yeonjun.” heeseung asked never looking up from his notebook.

“he’s in one of my classes. we have a project together to complete.” you answered, not noticing the slight tone difference in heeseung. “he also invited me to one of his frat parities.”

“naur way!” jake said shaking his head. “tau chi tau parties suck!”

“how did you know he was in tau chi tau?” you questioned.

sunghoon answered, “heeseung is friends with beomgyu who’s in that frat.”

you looked up at heeseung who was now staring at you. “seems like you fraternize with many fraternity boys.” you joked.

jake added, “he’s also friends with jeongin in sigma kappa zeta (SKZ).”

quickly changing the subject, you ask, “what are you boys doing here?”

“sunghoon and i are studying for a chem midterm next week. we don’t know about heeseung. he’s been acting like a lost puppy.”

“shut up.” heeseung hissed to jake. “i need to pass a class for my scholarship requirements.” which wasn’t a total lie for him.

“are you good with anything science related?” jake asked from beside you.

you laughed. “absolutely not! english and math are my go to subjects.”

“it’s usually english and history, and math and science that are paired for people. math and english are completely different? one is abstract the other is not.” sunghoon said.

you shrugged. “history is boring, math is simple for me once i get a hand of it, and i rather write a paper than give a presentation.”

“aren’t you in a history class with jay?” jake asked. he got a snack out of his backpack.

“yeah, societal issues in history with jay and heeseung.” you pointed. “what are y’all majors? ni-ki is still undecided.”

“pre-med.” jake answered and your eyes nearly popped out of your head.

“pre-med?” you repeated.

“i love science and math.” jake shrugged with a shy smile.

“well i know who to come to when i need help in those types of classes.” you laughed.

“anytime sweets, i am here to help!”

you looked at sunghoon for his answer, “health sciences. hoping to go to graduate school for physical therapy.”

you nodded then looked at heeseung, “business administration.” he answered flatly. you noticed he seemed annoyed by your presence.

“well on that note, i will leave y’all be.” you stated and stood up reaching for your backpack.

“what about you?” heeseung asked.

jake added, “you mentioned criminal justice, what do you wanna do with that?”

“forensic interviewing or go to law school. i am really good at reading people.”

“and what have you read from us?” jake asks with a smile.

you smile back, “i will leave that for me to know only.”

suddenly, each boy was aching to find out what you thought of them.

“it’s getting late, do you want us to walk you to your dorm?”

“i should be okay, it’s just a little past 10 pm.”

“it’s still late, and on a friday. creeps could be lurking. let us walk you to your dorm.” jake insisted and he and the boys started packing up their things.

“i hate to make you all end your studying early, but thank you.”

“you should zip up, it’s kind of chilly outside.” heeseung stated.

you looked down to your outfit. uggs, black sweats, a black crop top (that barely showed your belly) and a black adidas jacket. instead of arguing, you just zipped up your jacket, and heeseung got a smile on his face.

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“oh heeseung baby, you feel so good.”

the girl underneath heeseung moaned. heeseung’s brows furrowed in concentration. he ended up shushing her with the excuse was so that no one heard her (even though he’s never cared about that before).

truth is, it wasn’t the voice he wanted to hear. either they were too loud, to quiet, too pitchy, or too breathy, so he would end up just telling them to be quiet all together.

“oh, im gonna—!” before she could finish her sentence, heeseung placed his hand over the girl’s mouth, and soon both she and him finished, quietly.

when he got up to throw the condom away, the girl stayed in bed—well, it was her bed—and smirked at him.

heeseung quickly got dressed. “so, can we do this again sometime?” the blonde asked, biting her lip.

“nope.” heeseung quickly replied, and gathered his things to leave the girl’s dorm. not bothered to stay and hear her release a list of profanities.

he got to the house he shared with the 3 other guys, and jake was the first to bombard him. “party starts at eight be there before ten!”

jay was in the kitchen cooking up greased food he knew the guys would need before the night of drinking.

“be sure you eat a lot!” jay scolded. “i’ll be sure ni-ki eats a lot too before drinking. i’ve already scolded at him for skipping meals, and he laughed saying i was sounding like eunjin.”

heeseung froze at the sound of your name, and jay continued on, “ni-ki even made the joke to say i was his father and eunjin was his mother.”

“that’s not a compliment.” heeseung stated to look a jay, but jay smirked.

“mhm, i’m not so sure about that. if i was his father, she was his mother, just means she and i made love—,”

“i’m taking a shower.” heeseung cut off jay and walked to his room. at this rate he knows for a fact the guys know he hooked up with you. how? sunoo. sunoo was gossip central, and you happened to be friends with him. heeseung over heard sunoo gossiping to jay about that night. wouldn’t take jay long to tell jake and sunghoon. thankfully keeping ni-ki and maybe even jungwon out of the gossip.

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exactly at 10, heeseung arrived to the party house a few houses down, going straight to the alcohol, then scanning the room for you. no luck, until 11 rolled around and you showed up in a short blue jean skirt and a white sheer top. he wanted to be between your legs, and have you screaming that he was the best fuck you ever had. he had something to prove to you (to himself).

he just didn’t do seconds. but this time he might.

around 11:30, you had loosened up with a drink, mingling with lara and her friends, and also occasionally speaking with ni-ki, jungwon, and sunoo. they brought their fourth roommate, kai, who was also a part of tau chi tau. you greeted jake and jay. the only two regular boys you hadn’t seen was sunghoon and heeseung.

lara had convinced you to go for the muncher of the group, aka jake. she convinced you he would be the best boy to be between your legs. you were apprehensive, because although jake was handsome and a good guy, you wondered how you both would interact afterwards. plus, you didn’t want the guys to think you were looking to sleep with each of them (although you definitely wouldn’t mind).

heeseung watched you interact with jake and jay with ease, laughing at their jokes, jay being the one to make you drinks.

“can you just fuck her again, bro? tired of you sulking!” sunghoon groaned.

heeseung looked to his left. “you know i don’t do seconds.”

“then stop pondering over her man! get over it, you didn’t go down on her! so what! i heard she’s planning to go after jake.”

heeseung’s neck nearly snapped to sunghoon hearing those words. he looked confused.

sunghoon sighed, “of course sunoo blabbed to jay and then jay blabbed to me. apparently eunjin is upset you didn’t go down on her, basically thinking you were looking for a quick fuck. although she is aware of your reputation she thought you’d at least return the favor. her roomie lara is trying to convince her to go after jake, since he’s known as the muncher of the group.” sunghoon explained. sunghoon drowned the rest of his drink, and frowned now that it was empty. he was gonna need another drink to deal with heeseung and his drama around you.

heeseung looked over to you, as you looked a little too comfy next to jake. jake had his arm around your shoulder, as you leaned into his touch. when you looked up to jake with those innocent eyes of yours, heeseung seethed.

at least heeseung knows he’s a whore. all he could think is how you played him. was you just looking to fuck all his frat brothers? did you even actually have a crush on him?

hours went by, and soon you needed to pee. this time you had more drinks than last time, and went upstairs to the bathroom. your heart raced, remembering the last time what happened when you left the bathroom.

this time when you opened the door, you saw him before you ran into him. heeseung towered over you, leaning in the bathroom door frame, eyes locked on you.

“excuse me,” you said, and tried to go around him but he blocked your exit. he leaned down to get nose to nose with you, one hand on the door knob, the other on the counter. “excuse you!”

heeseung smirked. you could definitely smell the alcohol on his breath, and you did notice he was drinking more than usual tonight. “don’t think i don’t know what you’re up to. i see right through you. pretending to have a crush on me, to get me to fuck you, just so you have an in with my frat brothers.” heeseung added, “or maybe you’re just using my brothers to make me jealous. too bad pretty, i don’t get jealous. and i never fuck the same girl twice. you’re nothing special to make me change that.”

you gasped, holding your tongue because you were not ready to fight tonight, especially with a man.

“if i wanted to fuck your frat brothers i wouldn’t have went to you first.” you sniped, and crossed your arms. “im sure your other brothers could at least make me come with their tongue.” you tsked, and heeseung gave a deep chuckle. oh he was seeing red, especially when you added, “maybe i should go ask jake.”

“you’re just a whore and trust me, none of the other guys would touch you”

you scoffed, blinking slowly to keep the tears at bay. how could you have ever had a crush on him? he may not remember but you do.

“move.” you stated and went to grab your phone which somehow ended up under his hand. you snatched it, and pushed past him easily, heeseung stumbling into the bathroom.

you dashed down the stairs finding lara, and without any words exchanged she knew sometime was wrong. she had been talking to jay in the corner, and when she got closer to soothe your shoulders, you leaned into her with heavy breaths trying not to cry at a frat party because of lee heeseung.

“what happened?” she asked when y’all pulled away and wiped your tears. jay had moved to your other side, to basically block anyone from seeing your crying face.

after you told both her and jay what happened, jay clenched his jaw and lara was ready to fight.

“can we just go back to the dorm?” you sniffled.

“sweets, why do you wanna leave so early!” jake had overheard you and he and sunghoon came up and saw the state of your face.

“what did the asshole do.” sunghoon mumbled.

you didn’t have time to answer, when heeseung sauntered into the kitchen with a smirk and a laugh. “oh and there she goes!” he stated loudly, “pretty, i already told you, my frat brothers wouldn’t fuck you, even if you were the last female on earth!”

the boys realized—heeseung was extremely drunk, but that didn’t excuse his behavior.

“i would and i would do it now.” jake taunted.

jay and sunghoon wanted to smack both of the guys. it wasn’t the time.

“it’s time for you to go home.” jay said to his older frat brother.

heeseung shook his head, nearly losing his balance, “mhm, no i don’t think so.”

“lee heeseung you’re going to regret your words!” lara said, not going to allow him to speak down on you.

and that he would regret his words. cause although he was drunk, spewing out hate, the one tiny bit of his rational brain also wanted to kick his ass. he didn’t want to talk down on you. he just wanted to rile you up and hopes you would say the words “make me” and he would fuck you again to prove himself. but of course, the conversation in his head didn’t turn out as planned and he ruined it for himself.

before heeseung could speak once again, he crouched over and threw up all he had on the floor.

time to go.

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the next afternoon, you were still angry at the words heeseung said to you.

even worse, you lost your damn student id. when you and lara got back to the dorm, you couldn’t find it in your usual spot that was in the back of your phone card holder. your regular id and cash was there, but not your student id. you had to rely on lara to let you in the dorms, and use your regular card for food.

the last time you saw it was at the party. so you lost it sometime between then and walking back home.

no more frat parties for the rest of the year.

lara agreed and yall made a pact to just enjoy a girls night every time there was a party at chi omicron or any other fraternity.

you had no time to think about it, as you agreed to meet yeonjun at a coffee shop on campus to discuss the final details on your midterm project.

meanwhile heeseung thought he was on the verge of death when he woke up at 4 pm the next day. when he creeped down the stairs of his shared house, ni-ki was playing video games with jake. heeseung greeted them, not even noticing both boys gave him side eyes and ignored his greeting. he walked into the kitchen to see jay already starting on dinner, sunoo, jungwon and sunghoon chatting at the dinting room table. but they all went quiet when heeseung arrived.

“i am never drinking again!” heeseung joked, his voice cracking. “i don’t even remember the night.”

all the guys stayed quiet. eventually jake and ni-ki came to the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, and heeseung has never seen ni-ki so angry.

“you good?” heeseung asked with a raised brow as he took a sip out of his cup of water.

ni-ki shook his head. “you better be glad the other boys are here cause i’d beat your ass talking to my sister like that. she may not be blood related, but i have known her long enough.” ni-ki spat.

he turned around grabbing the basketball on the chair in the living room, jake following him out.

heeseung turned to look at the other guys. “wha—what did i do to make him so angry?”

sunoo smiled, ready to see heeseung get his ass handed to him by jay and sunghoon. although jungwon was younger, he was also very levelheaded and kept the older ones in check when needed.

sunghoon and jay recalled to heeseung the entire night. heeseung’s heart dropped hearing the words he said to you in front of the guys. he wanted to punch himself for the words he told you by the bathroom as you had told jay and lara.

“you better make it right you asshat.”

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the entire week of midterms seemed to go both by in a blur and slowly. at the beginning of the week you were nervous about your class with heeseung. he did try to catch your attention, multiple times but you ignored him. in class, in the coffee shop, in line at subway. you continued to ignore him, rightfully so, but when you would greet sunghoon or jay in front of him, it made him realize he really did fuck up.

thursday you finished your midterms, and yeonjun invited you to his fraternity party tau chi tau the next night, however you told him you and lara sworn off parties for the rest of the year.

friday night came and you and lara were comfy in the common area of your dorm, ready to watch a movie.

instead of chi omicron hosting, the boys went to tau chi tau. heeseung was babysat by his friends and sunghoon the entire night, but he hadn’t touched a drink since arriving. his eyes were glued to the door in hopes to see you. but you never walked in. then he remembered he had one thing you needed.

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you woke up the next morning, quite early for a saturday.

your phone read 7:57 am, and you were shocked to see a text from an unknown number that had texted you at 12:03 am.

unknown: i have your student id

you immediately sat up in bed to reply.

you: who is this?

unknown: sorry, it’s heeseung.

you gulped. could this be a trick? heeseung isn’t the one to be known to text girls, especially first. so may be he really did have your id. or he could be lying? your thoughts were answered with the next message.

unknown: imagine

he sent a picture of your id. he actually had it.

unknown: you can stop by the house to pick it up. i’ll be home

you: why can’t we meet somewhere?

unknown: don’t wanna leave my house

you: i’ll be there around 10

you wasted no time going to lara’s room and shoving your phone in her face. “i bet he took it at the party! that asshole is just now telling you?”

yes heeseung took it from your phone card holder at the party. specifically when he corned you in the bathroom. he had sneakily took it knowing he would use it later. it’s just—he forgot about it until last night. he had rummaged through his night stand looking for some tissues when his hand landed on the id card. when he saw it, his sticky hand forgetten, he realized this could be his way to talk to you.

he didn’t last long at the party, opting to go home way early. when he texted you around midnight, he was hoping to have you reply instantly, but you didn’t. either you ignored unknown numbers or you were asleep. either way, he was happy to see you reply this morning to come over to grab it.

like you said, you knocked on the door at 10:02 am and was greeted by an excited jake.

“eunjin! we’ve missed you sweets!” jake pulled you into a tight hug. jake invited you in, and you waved to jay and sunghoon who were on the couch in the living room.

“what brings you by? is ni-ki supposed to meet you here?” jay asked.

you shook your head, “no i’m actually here—,”

“she’s here for me.” heeseung snuck down the stairs. “your id is upstairs.”

you crossed your arms. “and you couldn’t bring it down, why?”

heeseung ignored you knowing you would follow. and you did.

“okay, this might turn into a screaming match either for the good or the bad. regardless i don’t want to be here.”

sunghoon sat up and grabbed his jacket draped over the couch. jake and jay agreed.

from upstairs you heard the front door open and close, and sighed internally knowing the boys must’ve left. “why did you wait this long to tell me you had my id?”

“i honestly forgot, until last night.” he said as he opened his night stand.

“what made you remember?”

heeseung swallowed. “it just randomly came to me.”

“when did you take it?”

“when i cornered you in the bathroom.” he signed and hung his head low. he turned to you, id in hand and word vomited apologies for his words, his actions, all of it.

“are you done?” you asked and he nodded. “can i have my id so i can go?”

he couldn’t let you leave still mad at him. “please let me make it up to you.”

“heeseung—,”

“please eunjin.” heeseung begged and stepped closer to you. your heart raced and he could notice it. his right hand came to your face, your cheek in his palm as his thumb traced your bottom lip. “what i should’ve said that night instead was i could make you come better than any of the other guys. especially jake.”

“prove it then.” you mumbled and those were the words heeseung wanted to hear from you.

heeseung turned you so you were sat on the edge of his bed. “i’m taking my time with you like the first time i should have.”

he grabbed your belongings placing it on his nightstand, before coming back to stand in front of you. at first you thought he was just gonna have you suck him off again, but he kneeled in front of you, spreading your legs.

“fuck i wish you had on a skirt.” heeseung groaned hating the extra layer of clothing. from his kneeled spot on the floor, he reached up to unbutton your jeans and easily slid them along with your underwear down your legs. you balanced yourself on your forearms, and heeseung stared right into your eyes as he pulled the clothing off of your bottom half.

he took his time kissing up your legs, your thighs, nibbling on the flesh. his lips soon attached themselves to the part you most craved.

he first licked between your lips, with a groan from himself before he latched on using his tongue, lips and teeth. he ate you out like it was his last. he should’ve done this the first night he got with you.

you fell on your back, arching, one hand reaching to grab onto his head, the other hand grabbing on his sheets. he bit your clit, and mumbled, “let me hear you.”

his tongue lapped up everything you had to offer, his nose hitting perfectly against your clit.

your low moans and hair pulling is what encouraged him further. his hands gripped your thighs, more than likely leaving a hand mark, burying himself deeper in between your legs if possible.

you cried out when he added two of his fingers, and they easily hit the spot most important inside of you. “fuck!” you moaned out, trying to move but with heeseung’s grip on one of your thighs you didn’t get far, and his mouth just followed where you moved.

with his fingers rocking in and out, his lips sucking on your clit, your walls clamped down around his fingers as you felt your orgasm coming. your breathing picked up, and your grip moved from his head to the sheets, gripping harshly, a list of profanities leaving your mouth.

“that’s right pretty, im making you come on my tongue.” heeseung sighed into your pussy. “come for me pretty.”

it didn’t take long for you to come on his tongue and fingers after he bit once more on your clit. he was a fucking biter. you came hard, daring to shut your legs, but heeseung kept them open, watching your face as you came down from your high.

when you caught your breathing, you looked up at him, he stood up, licking his lips. “im not done with you.” he groaned and quickly took off his shirt. he hovered over you on the bed, your toes close to the edge. he straddled you, both his legs covered in grey sweats on either side of your own legs. he pinched one of your nipples through your shirt, then grabbed both your boobs in his hands.

“you’re gonna be bare for me this time, pretty.” he lifted your shirt off of you, then his hand went behind your back to unclip your bra with ease, and tossed that over his shoulder as well.

“when i’m done with you, my tongue and cock will be the only one you think about.”

his lips attached to your lips for a quick, messy make out session, as his fingers went back down to lazily play with your pussy. you were still soaked from him and your orgasm. his lips moved from yours, to the sensitive spot behind your ear, down your neck, to your collarbone, licking down your chest, stomach, and leaving a kiss on your hip.

heeseung being skilled as he is, he had already taken off pants, boxers, and had a condom ready in his hand. he got back down on his knees to give you a few licks while he easily put on the condom. he wanted you to come for a second time on his tongue, and you were damn close to it. when his tongue curved upward, his fingers gripping both nipples, and his nose buried against your clit, you came for the second time. “my goodness!” you yelled out gripping the sheets.

heeseung quickly kissed your stomach and then hovered over you, aligning with your entrance. “i don’t want you quiet.”

you nodded and whimpered when his tip rubbed against your clit, and he slowly inched into you. once he was all the way in, his thrust began, slow and steady. but he wasn’t happy with the lack of noise coming from you, so he began to pick up the pace and the moans started flowing out .

“that’s it pretty, i’m making you feel good again.” heeseung said with a smirk.

with ease, he flipped you over, ass up, head in the sheets, both his palms landed a smack to each ass cheek, but you wasn’t expecting him to literally bite one of those said ass cheeks.

you yelped, heeseung chuckled as he pulled you by the hips closer to him. he entered you from behind and was mad at himself he didn’t do this as well from the start. backshots, with your ass? he licked his lips, gripping your waist harder as he continued his assault while fucking you.

you couldn’t even make proper words at the moment with how good heeseung felt.

“that’s right pretty, i make you go dumb on my cock, huh?” you hummed in response. heeseung used his right hand to grip your chin and jaw as he leaned down, so his chest was to your back.

his harder thrusts did not falter. “no one, and i mean no one can make your pussy clamp as tightly as it is now, got it? i’m the only one who can make you feel this way. i am the only one who gets to fuck you, to feast on you, to hear those pretty moans of yours. no one else. that includes my fraternity brothers. you want your pussy ate? you come to me. want your pussy fucked? you come to me. want your ass fucked? you. come. to. me.”

he enunciated each of the words in the last sentence with hard thrusts. you were too lost in the feeling to even reply, but heeseung didn’t like that. he sat up and slapped your ass, hard, then bit the other cheek. “ahh!” you yelled, “yes hee, you’re the only one allowed to make me feel this way, i promise.” you moaned out, in between breaths.

he pulled out, just as you were about to come for the third time. you literally whined, and heeseung deeply laughed, “don’t worry, you’ll come.”

he laid on his back and pulled you on top. “ride me.”

you nodded tiredlessly, but aligned yourself and just sat all the way down. “fuck i was expecting you to ease into it.”

heeseung’s hands planted themselves on your waist helping you bounce on his dick. you soon leaned forward, so you were chest to chest, and your clit hit his body perfectly. you sloppily started to ride and move, heeseung helping. his hands gripped every where he could, your butt, thighs, back, neck.

your walls gripped together, your breathing shallowed and heeseung knew you were close to your third. he wanted to look you in the eyes while you came, so without disturbing the thrusts, he changed positions, you on your back once again. with your legs wrapped around his waist, the endless hard thrusts continued, his finger rubbing circles on your clit. if even possible, you gripped him harder, your nails scraping his back, for sure to leave marks.

“that’s right pretty, mark me. mark me as yours. you’ll have my teeth marks embedded in your ass, your thighs. fuck im about to mark you up.”

for some reason, that was all it took, to have you come for the third time of the night. your body literally shook, and heeseung soon came as well in condom, buried deep in you. he groaned into your neck, riding out both of your highs with slow thrusts.

as you took deep breaths to catch up, heeseung peppered your neck, chest, and stomach with kisses, licks, making sure to give you a bite with more licks and kisses. heeseung really just wanted you to cockwarm him for a while, and when you made no move to get up, he stayed buried inside of you, but moved so he was on his back, and you were sort of on top of him, your leg over his lower half.

after a while you mentioned you had to pee. reluctantly he pulled out, and when you rolled over to get up from the bed, you had to grip the nightstand.

your legs were actually numb. “shit.” you mumbled.

heeseung looked over at you. “you okay?”

“yeah, fine.” you reached for his shirt as it was the closest thing to you on the floor. you pulled it on shakily, and when you went to take a step towards his ensuite, your legs barely moved, as you bit your lip to hide your groan.

the bed on the other side moved, and heeseung came to stand in front of you moments later. at least he put on his sweats.

“you look great in my shirt by the way.” he said and helped you towards the bathroom.

“im sure i also told you, you weren’t gonna be able to think of anyone else’s tongue or cock but mine. and i think i exceeded that.”

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

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𓆩♡𓆪 Stems of Affection (C.S)

Summary: Wooyoung needs to buy a pretty bouquet to confess to the reader's best friend. With just the right amount of begging, you were now at the flower shop, with the pretty florist boy whipping up a bouquet for you. Pairing: Choi San x Reader Genre: fluff, oneshot WC: 1.05K Playlist A/N: I lowkey wanted to add more to this, but it's like 3AM and I'm kinda lazy. Part of me also feels like it's good to leave the rest of the story open-ended. I might do a part 2 now that I have a pinterest collection for this story though.

Every day after school, you would pass by the local flower shop. You often marveled at the gorgeous display bouquets, which alternated daily. Monday’s floral arrangement showcased white hydrangeas and lilies, Tuesday’s had lilies, lisianthus, and roses, Wednesday’s showcased pink tulips and white and pink peonies, Thursday’s offered peach roses, mini carnations, and lilies, and Friday’s boasted delphiniums, viburnums, hydrangeas, roses, and jasmines. Each day as you passed by, you admired the effort the florist put into the display bouquets, yet you never had an occasion to buy flowers—until today.

“Y/N-ie, please! I’m begging you! I really don’t have time to get her flowers!” Wooyoung pleaded endlessly with clasped hands.

“Well, nobody told you to go and whisper sweet nothings, promising you’d buy her flowers and all that stuff. I have to go home and study for midterms too, you know,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at him.

Wooyoung and your best friend had been talking for about two weeks now, and he needed to make an elaborate confession because he had promised her he would, without planning a single thing. All he ever thinks about is the idea of a relationship with her, if not himself.

“Y/N, you literally pass by a flower shop on your way home. All you have to do is stop by and buy some flowers for me. I don’t care what flowers you get, just make sure they’re pretty, and I’ll pay you back, trust!” he asserted, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. You sigh before crossing your arms giving him a “Fine.” before he gives you a short celebratory hug because now all he had to worry about was his dance practice after school.

As you headed to the flower shop, your thoughts were swarmed with the subjects you needed to study for your midterms. You already had a lot on your plate, but if buying flowers for your best friend would make her happy, there was no harm in stopping by. You just wished Wooyoung had bought the flowers himself to make it more meaningful.

Today, the shop had many display bouquets—roses, lilies, carnations, forget-me-nots, and hydrangeas in different pastel shades. You couldn’t help but admire the amount of effort that went into arranging the flowers, considering colors, textures, and proportions. As your eyes were drawn to a bouquet with tulips and irises, someone approached you.

“Interested in that bouquet, I see?” he asked, cocking his head and smiling. Startled, you jumped back slightly, placing your hand over your heart.

The boy chuckled, revealing his sweet dimples. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just saw you admiring the bouquet,” he apologized.

As you got a good look at him, you noticed his short black hair, an adorable feline smile, and his outfit—a white button-down shirt paired with dark blue jeans.

“You’re all good... the bouquets are really pretty,” you reassured him with a smile. “Thanks, I made them!” he replied, feeling proud of his work and happy that someone appreciated them. “Really?” You mouthed a 'wow' as your eyes widened, and he took note of it. “Were you looking for anything in particular?” he asked, returning to the task at hand. “Right. Flowers. What are some nice confession flowers?” you asked as you fixed the cuffs of your uniform. “Confession flowers… are you planning on confessing to someone?” he teased with a smirk. “Nope, for a lazy friend,” you replied. He mouthed an 'ah~' and nodded in understanding.

“Well… if you want to be basic, a couple of red roses would do but…” he started to trail off, walking into the shop and gesturing for you to follow him inside. You did as he directed. “If I were to confess to someone, I’d want to make sure the bouquet is as gorgeous as the person I’m giving it to. Pink roses represent admiration and gratitude, and I’d want them to know how much I appreciate them and how thankful I am for them being in my life. So, let’s use four pink roses as a centerpiece, yeah?” He gave you a polite smile as he placed the pink roses on the table before looking for other flowers to complete the arrangement.

“I’d also add some lilies because they signify prosperity and ambition, which are important for new beginnings with someone. Add some peonies for good fortune and some greenery… I like baby’s breath because it makes the bouquet look delicate, and some white hydrangea sprigs.” As he put together the bouquet, you noticed how extravagant it looked... and how expensive it was going to end up being.

As he finished wrapping it up with a ribbon, you were amazed at how well his hands worked on the intricate details.

“Would that be all for you today?” he asked, leaning over the register, tilting his head with a smile, showing off his dimple which you started to adore the more you saw it. “Yep, that’ll be all. Thank you for helping me, by the way,” you said, giving him a sweet smile. “How much?” you asked as you pulled out your wallet.

He furrowed his brows at you. “Uhhh… free?” You paused. “What..?” you looked at him dumbfounded as he chuckled. “For you… consider it a gift. In fact, if you really want to pay me back, you could give me�� your digits?” he said, rubbing his nape and avoiding eye contact, cringing at his own offer.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you typed your number into his phone. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name, by the way. What was it?” you asked, looking back up at him. Your eyes met for the first time since you’d entered the store, and you noted how his eyes sparkled like sweet champagne as the sun reflected on them just right.

“San, Choi San… and you?” he said, pulling his lips into a smirk.

“Y/N, L/N Y/N,” you answered before returning his phone to him. He handed you the gorgeous bouquet that you suddenly wanted to keep for yourself. Before you walked out of the store, you looked back at him. He gestured at you, mouthing “call me” as his eyes formed into crescents, and you shot him a “will do!” before you left.

Now, you had a pretty florist boy wrapped around your finger. Hooray!

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Coach Sy part 4 "The Date"

Here it is folks! Sy and Alayna's big first date and other things ;) Enjoy let me know what you think! No I promise I'm not stopping here!!

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, Smut! (p in v) , creampie, Dom Sy

Reblogs and comments are always welcome! all mistakes are mine! it's late and I definitely did not proof read because I was on a roll and excited about posting it! I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors

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It was another busy week. We were headed into the second week of October and that meant midterms were right around the corner. And so was fall break. Half of my students were anxious and stressed, they had test anxiety and were worried where this would put them on the class ranking. The others, I couldn’t get them to focus. They had one foot out the door ready for the long weekend, Ready for pumpkin patches and fall leaves. Surely plotting their next instagram post or tik tok or whatever it was they were doing now.

I actually didn’t see much of Sy during the week, the boys were up against another difficult team this friday so he spent most of his lunches watching tape for practice. We kept things professional when we did run into each other though. It helped that I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take it after what he’d said saturday. He wanted to be a gentleman. I guess that meant he wasn’t going to kiss me again either until he took me out on a date. I could handle that. But it didn’t mean it wasn’t torture. Logan may be kind and sweet and the perfect gentleman. But he’s also a big fucking tease. And he was doing it on purpose!

I ran into him on Wednesday afternoon in the hallway. I was on my way back in from picking up lunch. He was on his way back to his classroom. He immediately smiled when he saw me

“Well there’s a sight for sore eyes, late lunch darlin?” He asked, leaning against the wall in the hallway. I blushed.

“Hey handsome, yeah, busy afternoon just got the chance to go pick something up.” I responded. Then added “I’ve missed are lunch dates, I haven’t seen much of you this week,” I bit my lip softly waiting for him respond.

“Yeah, me too, I’d much rather be having you for lunch,” He winked. “But I don’t think that’d be very work appropriate.” He smirked. I felt my face heat up and my eyes went wide.

“Sy!” I scolded trying so hard to hide my laugh. He cupped the my jaw and brushed his thumb over my cheek.

“Saturday’s only a few days away Darlin’, I waited over a year for you. Just a few more days and you can see as much of me as you want,” He drawled out chuckling softly.

My face went completely flush and my heart rate sped up. This had to be what a heart attack felt like. God this man knew what he was doing. My skin felt like it was burning and simultaneously I was puddle on the floor for him.

“You talk big game for a man that won’t even kiss me,” I teased, finally finding my voice again. I watched him as his eyes flickered behind me and he quickly turned to see if we were alone.

“I can’t baby, you’re like a drug or something. If I get started with you again I’m not gonna be able to stop. And this aint the right place for that sugar.” He smiled softly. He let his hand fall back to his side. We were in the middle of the hallway surely we couldn’t stand like this forever and not get caught. And he was right. Faculty dating isn’t against the rules. But at the rate we were going we would be fired if we took a step closer to each other right now.

“I do that much for you?” I asked, unable to hide smile.

“You do more than that sugar, you’ll see soon enough. I gotta head back to my classroom and get some work done. I’ll see you at the game Friday! You go eat darlin, don’t need you passin out on us,” he gave me one last soft smile before we parted ways and I headed back to my office.

On thursday night I went to dinner with the girls. And gave them all the details they’d been waiting for.

“Girl I would have melted! He did not!” Skyler gasped. I laughed and hid my blush behind a sip of wine.

“And in the middle of the school hallway, you guys are like teenagers,” Hayley shook her head, but smiled. “You better be back by curfew saturday night,” she smirked. I took another bite of the cake we were sharing for dessert and smiled skyler shook her head.

“I don’t think he plans on taking her back to her house unless he’s staying the night,” She joked.

“My god you guys can we get through one dinner without discussing my love life,”

“No, it was non-existent until he came along and we are fully invested. This is better than TV!” Skyler laughed. “Seriously though, I hope you have so much fun saturday night, you haven’t been out on a date in… well a really long time! You deserve this!”

“He does know you’re like horrible at bowling though right? Like when we used to go in high school your best game was like a 72, you might as well as just dropped it right in the gutter!” Hayley laughed.

“I tried to tell him! I chuckled. “If anything there will be a lot of laughter. And it’ll be an excuse for him to put his hands on me again.” I wiggled my eyebrows. Hayley rolled her eyes and skyler almost choked on her drink laughing. I love my friends so much!

Friday felt like it dragged on forever. Sy was busy all day again so I’d only heard from him in his usual “Good morning” text. We were busy in the office starting sign-ups for the first senior college campus field trip, and I skipped lunch so I was starving by the time I packed up my office at the end of the school day. Just as I was about to lock up my office there was a knock on my door.

I looked up and saw a few of the boys on the football team standing outside of my office.

“Derek, Matt, Tyler, Can I help you boys?” I smiled.

“We just wanted to thank you for being at our game last week Ms. P, You’re the best!” Derek spoke first. He was such a sweet kid. He was a shoein for a football scholarship at one of the big universities.

“Yeah and we heard you were gonna be there tonight too! That’s awesome, Coach says you’re our good luck charm and I think he’s right. No one’s got as much spirit as you!” Tyler laughed.

“You boys are just trying to butter me up to write your college recommendation letters,” I chuckled. “That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you! I can’t wait to watch you guys play tonight!”

“You rock Ms. Plummer! Oh and uh,” Matt smirked and stepped out from behind the other two boys I hadn’t noticed he was holding a bouquet of flowers. “Coach sent us to deliver these,” He said extending the vase out to me.

“Thank you Matt,” I smiled taking them from him and setting them on my desk. “You guys better get home Coach will have your head if you don’t take care of yourselves before the game!” They all smiled

“We’ll see you tonight Ms. P!” Derek called as they left the office. Shook my head and smiled to my self as picked up the flowers and finally closed up my office.

Once I got home from work I set the flowers on the counter and noticed there was a little card attached. I pulled off the little envelope and took out the card.

“Flowers for our gorgeous good luck charm. It’s gonna be a great game! Can’t wait to see you tonight Sugar ;)” I could feel my cheeks heating up and I smiled to myself. He was too much sometimes. But I loved it. I ate a quick dinner, changed into some jeans and put on Sy’s hoodie I still had from last weekend. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. I sprayed on a little perfume that he had complimented a while ago. And then headed out the door to get to the game a little early.

I don’t know why I was trying to impress him. I already had him. But I really enjoyed having his attention. And I missed it so much this week while he was busy. The spot next to his truck was open so I parked next to him. It was starting to feel natural. I liked it. It felt like we belonged together. I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.

When I headed toward the field I found him immediately. He was standing on the sidelines talking with the other coaches while the boys were warming up. I walked along the fence that ran along the outside of the track and stood leaned against it waiting for him to see me. One of the other coaches saw me first and smirked. He sent me a little wink before he nudged Sy and nodded in my direction. Sy raised his eyebrow and turned to see what Nick was looking at. I smiled and and waved shyly. “I’ll be back, Nick get the boys started on the next defensive drill, I want ‘em good and focused tonight!” He said barely looking back to catch his assistant coaches response before he strode over to the fence giving me a toothy grin.

“Hello beautiful,” He smiled as he leaned his hip against the fence.

“Hey handsome, looks like the boys are in good shape for the game tonight!” I said. He looked out at the field and watched them for a minute and nodded.

“Yeah, we’re lookin’ even better now that our good luck charm is here. The boys couldn’t wait to give you your flowers.” He chuckled, turning back to face me.

“Yeah? I’m sure THEY couldn’t,” I smirked. “Thank you they were beautiful, and the card was sweet Sy, you didn’t need to do that.”

“Gentlemen always, sends flowers on the first date,” He teased.

“Yeah but it’s not until tomorrow,” I joked.

“Okay, so maybe I felt bad that i’ve been a little busy this week, just wanted you to know that I’m eager to see you again. I’m always thinking about ya,” he smiled

“Sy,” i blushed

“It’s true, I’m always thinking about your pretty little smile. And those lips.” He paused “The way you taste. And those tits,” He smirked wiggling is eyebrows.

“Oh my god,” I blushed and folded my arms against the fence hiding my face. “You are ridiculous!” I mumbled against my sleeve. He chuckled.

“Is that my sweatshirt?” He asked raising an eyebrow. I lifted my head to meet his gaze biting my lip softly.

“It might be.” I said shyly.

“So you’ve been thinking about me too,” He smirked.

“It’s kinda hard not too,” I admitted. He smiled and holding my gaze for a moment before looking back at the field, then behind me at the bleachers.

“It’s probably not appropriate for us to show PDA around the students like this huh?” He said sadly, “I wanna kiss you so bad,”

“Well, it is technically after work hours, and theres no harm in a good luck kiss.” I smiled batting my eyelashes playfully.

“I like the way you think Darlin,” He smirked cupping my jaw tilting my face up and pressing his lips to mine softly. We stayed like that for a few seconds breathing each other in. It’d been a long week. Finally we pulled away when one of the players whistled from the sidelines. Sy chuckled and shook his head.

“Good luch coach.”

They didn’t need it, the boys played amazing. The predictions would be that this would be a close scoring game, but our team shut them out. The final score was 54 to 10. They had 4 straight consecutive wins this season. They were undefeated so far and if they won again next week it would be the first time in 15 years we’d headed into an undefeated season. Sy was really soaking it up after the game.

“Well look at you Cowboy.” I smiled waiting against my car as he walked out to his truck after everyone had cleared out. “You’re famous around here now.”

“Nah, the boys deserve all the credit, they’re the ones putting in the work.” He said humbly.

“I saw you celebrating you out there, You love this!” I grinned, looking up at him as he stopped right in front of me. “You’re a damn good coach, they wouldn’t be this good without you,” I put my hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder pulling him closer.

“With a beauty like you cheering us on we’re unstoppable baby,” He said softly grabbing my belt loops and pulling me against him kissing me roughly. I let him bit my lip and slip his hands down to squeeze my ass before I pulled away and pushed him back softly with my hand on his chest.

“Slow down Tiger, you haven’t taken me out yet remember?” I smirked. He groaned dropping his head to my shoulder breaking heavily against my neck. “Whats got you all riled up captain?

“You showing up in my hoodie, kissing me like that, acting all shy, you’re such a tease baby,” he growled.

“Me? And your little stunt in the hallway this week wasn’t teasing? I couldn’t focus for the rest of the day! And I couldn’t kiss you then!” I pouted. He smirked.

“Yeah I guess that wasn’t fair was it?” He brushed my hair back away from my face and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Okay, we better get out of here before I try and take you home with me again,”

“One more day Logan, you did this to yourself!” I winked. “It’ll be worth it.” He chuckled.

“I’ll pick you up around 7:30 for dinner, the bowling thing starts at 9 is that okay?” He asked.

I nodded “That sounds perfect Sy! I’ll see you then,” I said walking around to the drivers side of my car and opening the door.

“Get home safe, Text me when you get home.” He said as he got in his truck.

“I will!”

The next day I was so anxious. Logan and I had been out together before but this was different. I could barely eat I was so nervous. I sat around trying to get some housework done, but I couldn’t even nervous clean. So I sat down and tried to get some reading done, but then there was a spicy scene in the book I was reading and, well my mind wandered to Sy and I was nervous all over again. Finally 6 o’clock rolled around and I let myself start to get ready. I pulled on a pair of tight jeans I hoped he’d like. Not that it would matter. By the end of the night I knew they’d be off. I put on a dark green v neck. I’ve noticed he seems to like that color. We would eventually have to switch to bowling shoes so I just put on a pair of converse and paced while I tried to figure out what to do with my hair and how much make up I should do. Then I panicked again because, Should I pack a bag?

It’s very likely I’ll end up at his place again. Unless he doesn’t want me to stay over. I don’t want to assume. Maybe I should text him. No because I didn’t want him to know I was thinking about what we’d be doing later. But I was. And I’m sure he was. This was Ridiculous. I picked up my phone and sent a quick text.

“Do gentlemens let their ladyfriends sleepover on the first date?” I sent. That sounds so stupid, He’s gonna think your stupid. He’s literally gonna call you and cancel the whole thing. My phone buzzed and I jumped a little lost in thought and anxiety.

“When they’re lucky enough to have a date as sexy as you they do ;)” He replied. Okay so maybe I’m not stupid.

“Would it be unladylike and presumptuous for me to be prepared for said occasion?” I texted back. Instead of texting my phone rang. I answered him quickly

“Hello?” I giggled.

“Hey Darlin’ I was just getting ready to come pick you up and I was thinking, Do you wanna stay at my place tonight?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Sy,” I chuckled “You didn’t have to.” he shushed me.

“Listen baby, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but the way we’ve been going at it this week, I figured I may as well formally ask.” He was holding back laughter.

“I’d be honored to stay with you tonight, I’ll pack a back,” I teased. He chuckled

“Good girl, I’ll see you in 20 baby,” we hung up and bit my lip shaking my head to myself. He was so damn cute! I finished getting ready and threw a few overnight essentials in a bag. Just as I was double checking everything there was a knock on my door. I grabbed my purse and bag and opened the door to see Sy with another bouquet of flowers and a big grin.

“Hey gorgeous! You ready?” He smiled. I nodded.

“Yeah! Those for me?” I blushed.

“Told ya, Gentleman always brings flowers on the first date.” He smirked proud of himself. They were a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses.

“Your momma raised a good man!” I smiled. “They’re beautiful, I’ll go put these in some water and we can go!” After I found a vase and set them on the counter next to last nights flowers we left for dinner. He took me to a local burger joint. It reminded me of one of the restaurants in Grease. He’d genuinely put thought into this! We ate dinner and even shared a milkshake.

“You’re such a dork!” I laughed when he leaned across the table to take a sip.

“You like it or you wouldn’t keep me around,” He joked.

“Yeah I guess you’re right.” He laughed and his eyes flickered to my lips.

“Hold still sugar, you got a little something,” He took his thumb and swiped the ice cream off my bottom lip and then brought it to his lips sucking it off. I swallowed hard and bit my lip “Got it,” He winked.

“Mmhmm, you did,” I stuttered.

After he paid for dinner he drove us to the bowling alley and we got set up on a lane for the night. We also got a little wrist band for the bar. “I”m gonna go get a beer sugar you want anything?” He asked.

“I’ll take a wine cooler, whatever they got!” I smiled. I set up our screen putting our names on the board and started our first game. I felt him wrap his arm around my waist and he pulled me close pressing a kiss to my neck.

“You ready?” he asked handing me my drink? I nodded biting my lip and trying to control my breathing. I didn’t want him to know how easy it was for him to make me lose my mind. He chuckled and kissed my cheek letting go of me and picked up his ball.

Sy was up first and I watched as he stepped up to the lane. He drew his arm back and let the ball come forward dropping it perfectly in the middle He hit all but two pins in the far left. Of course he was good at this. “Damn Sy, I didn’t realize you were a professional at every sport.” I joked. He chuckled.

“A couple buddies and I used to play on a league in high school. It’s been a while.” He picked up his ball again when it came back through and stepped up to the line again and it spiraled down and curved perfectly knocking down the last pins. “Guess I still got it!” He smirked. I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink. I grabbed my ball and stepped up to the line. Well, I’ve made myself look stupid before and he’s still here so, here’s to embarrassing myself! I threw the ball and it dropped hard immediately rolling toward the right gutter. I sighed heavy and dropped my head in shame. I could hear Logan trying not to laugh.

“Shut up,” I said when I turned around waiting for my ball.

“That was a good try,” He snickered.

“I’ll get the next one!” I said confidently. I did not. This one rolled more to the left skated along the edge and knocked down two pins. I winced but laughed at myself when I turned around.

“You hit em that time!” I laughed.

“We can’t all be perfect like you Sy!” I joked. He shook his head his chest shaking with laughter.

“I can help you if you want,” He smiled sweetly. I wasn’t going to give into him that easily. Not yet.

“No! I can do it,” I said stubbornly. He just laughed. We went on like that for a while. The next turn He bowled a strike. I knocked down 4. He picked up another spare. I got 6. He got another strike. I threw another gutterball. When it was my turn again I downed the rest of my drink and stood up grabbing the ball. I walked up to the line and stood their for a second. I stared at the pins and the turned back towards Sy and pouted.

“Okay I give up, help,” He smiled standing up from the table and walked up behind me.

“Come here baby, Stand a little more to the right of center.” He moved us over and grabbed my hip so I was completely pressed against him. He slowly ran his hand down my arm gently grabbing my wrist. Guiding it back to show me how to throw the ball. He was saying something but I honestly couldn’t hear the instructions he was giving over my heartbeat pounding in my ears. “Just like that and let it go okay.” he smiled. I nodded and he guidded me again helping me throw the ball. This time I knocked down all but one. “Thats my girl!” He said spinning me around and kissing me passionately. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders kissing him back. He pulled away quickly and smiled. “I knew you could do it.” We finished the first game and of course Sy had Won. He got me another drink and he switched to water so he could drive us home. The second drink was starting to hit and I kept calling him over to help me and teasing him by pressing my ass against him everytime he was behind me. At the end of the last game he was behind me helping me throw again. I was definitely a little buzzed.

I pressed my ass against him grinding against him to whatever song was playing on the old jukebox. But he was done with my teasing. He growled in my ear squeezing my hip tight. And after I let go of the ball he turned me around crashing his lips to mine. I smirked when we pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing darlin, hmm?” he smirked.

“Just having fun Sy,” I ran my hand down his chest and his stomach. He grabbed my wrist stoppinig me before I could get any further. I pouted. “Buzzkill,” He shook his head.

“You’re in for it when we get home darlin, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” we left the bowling alley and got back in the truck. I was so excited for him to get us home.

“Such a naughtly little girl teasing me in public like that. You like misbehaving don’t you,” He growled when we were on the main road back home. His hand had been on my thigh the whole drive. His fingertips softly massaging the inside.

“I think you like it when I do,” I teased. I reached over and ran my had across his lap and smirked when I felt the bulge in his jeans. I playfully squeezed him and he cursed under his breath.

“What am I gonna do with you.” He groaned. He pulled into his drive way and threw it into park. He jumped out and ran to my side of the truck. I had just enough time to unbuckle my seatbelt before he pulled me out and threw me over his shoulder.

“Sy!” I laughed. He smacked my ass.

“You asked for this sugar!” He carried me into the house and took me straight to his bedroom. He dropped me on the bed and flipped me over onto my stomach. I squealed playfully as he pulled down my jeans and panties tossing them to the side. “You wanna be a brat and misbehave. You’re gonna learn baby.” He brought his hand down with a loud smack on my ass. “Bad girls get punished.” I could feel myself dripping already. God it was like he was straight out of a romance novel. But he was real. This was happening. He gave a hard slap to the other cheek and I whimpered. He rubbed over it soothing it gently. “You like this don’t you, when I take control?” I moaned inresponse.

“Words sugar,” He smacked my ass again and I yellped not ready for it.

“Yes Sir!” I choked out.

“That’s my good girl, now stay just like that, Ive been dying to bend you over all week.” I heard him unzip his jeans and then felt him press the head of his cock against my folds. He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He just slammed into me.

“Fuck Sy!” I moaned as he started a relentless pace. He tangled his fingers in my hair as he fucked me from behind pulling me up against his chest.

“I love when your like this, when you’re so needy for me. You’ve been aching for my cock all week. And You’d do anything to get it.” I blushed. Fuck he was right. I moaned as he thrusted harder.

“Say it,” he growled in my ear.

“Mm fuck I need your cock Logan,” I moaned. I heard him groan and felt his fingers pressing against my clit as he reached around to help me reach my climax.

“I know baby, and you needed me to make you cum didn’t you, I’m gonna let you cum baby all you have to do is ask.” It felt so fucking good. He was so intense. His words his motions. The things he was doing to me was too much.

“Please Sy,” I begged.

“Please what baby?” He smirked as his thrusts became sloppy. I groaned feeling it build up inside me.

“Please let me cum!” I moaned. He Pushed me back down so my face was against the mattress and grabbed my hips thrusting into me.

“Let go baby, I gotcha, I’m right here baby, cum for me. “ his name tumbled from my lips as my walls clenched around him and I reached my climax. He wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts and he was cumming inside me. Growling in my ear telling me how good I was.

“Fuck,” He breathed pulling out and laying on the bed next to me. He pulled me on top of him, combing his fingers through my hair. “Well, I’d say that went well,” He smirked. I shook my head trying to catch my breath.

“You’re an idiot.” I laughed.

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orcelito · 2 months ago

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My brain is. Goop. Running at about quarter speed right now. It's a little bit embarrassing, actually.

#speculation nation #i was poking around the class website and saw the class participation for today wasnt open #which made me remember that my professor mentioned not being here one day this week #and it took me. too long to remember if she said today or thursday.#literally checked the calendar over it (it wasnt stated on there) before i Finally remembered that class participation doesnt open until #class time starts.#so im Prettyyy sure that she said she'd be here today. and it's thursday she wont be.#it just got so lost over the weekend. most things. have been. lol.#between the stress of finishing that midterm on Thursday and then hanging out with friends and procrastinating my essay exam #(while also still being stressed about procrastinating my essay exam)#a lot left my mind. i straight up forgot that we were supposed to have dnd yesterday night #i got up from my failed nap and realized it was an *hour and a half* after when it was supposed to start. i felt so bad.#thankfully it turned out others couldnt make it either so it ended up canceled but Man.#i need to get a grip. i need to stop procrastinatng. i have an online exam on thursday tho & a video audition to finish Preferably by friday #and im going driving practicing tomorrow & im determined to make it the last one before i take my driving test. which means parking practice #really really really remembering why i hate college. dear fucking god please help me.#also have a book to finish by the end of the month. im probably going to be working on that over the weekend.#buuuut after that i have. uhh. like 6 more weeks of the semester? which means im gonna keep roughin it #but. it also means im getting closer to the end. and at least i'll have a few weeks break.#and then... my final semester... and so much more work.... aughhhh #im doing my best though. i may be struggling but im still finishing all my fucking work and im finishing it well.#i will bend but i will not break!!!!!! i will get good fucking grades!!!!! just watch me!!!!!!!!!

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hb-writes · 2 months ago

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Deja Vu

Summary: Charlie was practically raised within the walls of her brother's law firm. It's no surprise that her adulthood visits bring about a bit of deja vu.

Prompt: I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.

Characters: Harvey Specter, Mike Ross & Charlie Specter

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Charlie trudged through the 50th floor, her feet working on autopilot as she mindlessly hummed along to the music pouring through her headphones. She was right on time, an anomaly, but the office was already close to empty considering it was a Friday night. Monday through Thursday, the place was full up until 10 pm, but on a Friday, most partners and associates cleared out as early as possible.

Not Harvey Specter and Mike Ross though because they had a meeting, some last minute client thing that they had to wrap up before the weekend could start. Charlie assumed it was running late. That was why the office was empty, with the automatic lights already off from lack of motion in the space.

Charlie reached in the room and pressed the switch, ensuring that the room stayed dark as she entered. Ordinarily she may have been annoyed with her brother’s lateness, or at the very least, she would have used the time to be productive—to read the book stowed in her bag or to go grab the case files she was assigned to start on next week, but Charlie knew neither endeavor would be worthwhile.

Tired as she was, she wouldn’t be able to focus on the rich worldbuilding in her new fantasy novel or the boxes upon boxes of discovery. She was better off resting her eyes. Better off putting up her feet and taking a few minutes of peace and quiet before Harvey arrived.

Dropping her bag by the door and slipping off her shoes in the middle of the room, Charlie padded towards the sofa in her socks, no small part of her hoping her brother’s delay would be another 20 minutes or so.

Enough time for a power nap before dinner.

Enough time to rest and recharge.

Back in middle and high school, Charlie had habitually napped at her brother’s office, either after school or when he dragged her in on the weekends due to lack of childcare. The office felt like home to her, just as comfortable as her bedroom at their dad’s house in Riverside or the one in Harvey’s penthouse.

Charlie lowered herself to the cushions and sent a text to her brother before setting the phone on the coffee table. Pulling her knees to her chest, a sense of familiarity and calm, a comforting bit of deja vu shrouded Charlie like a blanket as she drifted to a sudden sleep.

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Charlie squinted against the glaring light, her stomach groaning of its own accord as the scent of Chinese takeout wafted through the room. Lifting her head from the cushion, she reached for her phone to check the time. She had a handful of missed calls and texts from her brother, but seeing as the lights were on, she assumed she didn’t have to call him back.

Setting her phone back on the coffee table, Charlie turned on her back, pressing the heels of her palms into her eyes. She couldn’t believe she had slept for almost two hours though she had clearly needed it.

“Welcome back, BA. You really slept, kid.”

Charlie groaned. “Are you seriously quoting The A-Team?” she asked as she glanced towards Mike. “Where’s Harvey?”

“Went to grab some plates,” Mike answered as he continued typing away on his laptop. “And don’t worry. We ordered from the fancy place, but we got your usual.”

It hadn’t even crossed her mind, but she was grateful for the consideration all the same.

“Uh, thanks,” she mumbled, pushing herself up into a seated position. “How was the meeting?” she asked, pushing her hair behind her ears. “It ran late?”

Mike shook his head, still typing for a few moments before he looked up. “Did your class run late?”

“No..?” she offered, eyebrows furrowing. “I was actually early, or on time at least. I didn’t see him when I got here so I just figured I’d wait…and then I fell asleep. Midterms are kicking my—”

Charlie glanced towards the hallway at the sound of her brother’s approach. She turned back to Mike, some part of her made uncomfortable by his nonchalance. She couldn’t understand his ease. It was common knowledge that Harvey didn’t like people at his desk. He barely tolerated when Charlie weasled her way there, and here Mike was settled in the office chair like it was his throne.

“Aren’t you going to move?” she asked as Harvey neared the door.

“Sure.” Mike glanced up from his laptop. “Do you want to eat at the table or on the couches?”

Charlie was too distracted to answer, her attention pulled to Harvey’s voice like a magnet as he entered the room.

“Thanks for letting me know you were here.”

“I texted you,” Charlie answered.

“Yeah,” Harvey rolled his eyes. “I’m here. Very helpful.”

“How much more information am I supposed to give you? Dearest Harvey, I hope this finds you well. It is 7:59 and I am currently occupying couch cushions #1 and #2. Don’t look on cushion #3 because you won’t find me. And anyway, why are you getting after me when Mike’s sitting at your desk? Yell at him.”

Harvey set the plates down on the table, eyebrows raised as he glanced at Mike, who just shrugged. Harvey crossed the room and pressed a hand to Charlie’s forehead.

“You feeling alright there, kid?”

“Me?” Charlie pushed his hand away. “Are you feeling alright? You hate when people sit at your desk.”

“I do, and I’m glad to learn after all these years you’ve finally heard me, but Mike’s not sitting at my desk.”

“What is wrong with you? He’s very clearly sitting at—”

Charlie stopped herself as her gaze caught on the startling bright blue of the paperweight she had bought for Mike on his last birthday. She squeezed her eyes shut and brought the heels of her palms to her eyes once again, rubbing at them and half-wondering if this was all a dream.

But when Charlie opened her eyes, the blue paperweight was still in place and Mike and Harvey were still looking at her as though she was completely mad because she wasn’t in Harvey’s office. Not his current one, anyway.

She was in Mike’s office, hence his occupying the desk. And hence the glaring lack of records along the far wall and the autographed balls on the windowsill and the distinct lack of shouting on Harvey’s part.

“Welcome back. You really—”

Mike started to laugh, but Charlie’s groan drowned him out. “Seriously? Am I having deja vu?”

“Well, that might explain why you’re sleeping in my old office.”

“No, not about that,” she answered, gesturing toward Mike. “He just said the same stupid quote.”

“Really?” Harvey smiled at Mike. “Nice.”

Charlie rolled her eyes again. “I’m going back to sleep. Maybe next time I’ll wake up in a world where you two aren’t idiots.”

“Don’t be like that. You know we’re hilarious. I know you want to smile.”

“I can’t smile at you, I’m mad.”

Harvey snorted.

“You’re not mad,” he answered. “Mike woke you up from your nap and you’re hungry.”

Harvey grabbed the paper bag from Mike as he walked towards the couch, dropping it in Charlie’s lap as he sat beside her. “Eat an egg roll. You’ll feel better.”

Charlie elbowed her brother and then dug through the bag to find the egg roll. Charlie dug in immediately.

“Guess she was starving,” Mike started, only to receive a glare from Charlie as she chewed and swallowed. “Shut up, fool!” Charlie answered, the three of them dissolving into laughter over a dinner steeped in tv and movie quotes. A dinner steeped in nostalgia and the love of family and deja vu.

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studentbyday · 3 months ago

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so the week is half over and i'm kind of feeling low on energy and needing lots of sleep, which is the perfect opportunity to (sort of) try out einstein's daily routine (which is tbh the most personally palatable daily routine of a famous person i've ever chanced across)! i've been waking up at nearly 9 anyway since lately my head spins and i feel sick if i don't sleep like 9-10 hours.

So yeah, wake up at 9.

Between 9 and 10, eat breakfast and read the newspapers fiction

I know after breakfast he was said to often walk to Princeton and arrive by 10:30 or smth but (a) I don't go to Princeton, and (b) these days I study at home, so instead I'm just going to do some form of exercise.

~10:30 to 1pm: work study

have lunch (i read somewhere that he spends 1.5h on lunch and tea? i wish i could have a lunch and tea that leisurely but i do not have the time. so i won't.)

afternoons: receive visitors and work study

also afternoons: naps if needed (tho thankfully i seem to have enough energy to last me through the day if i get 9-10h of sleep... also i just don't think i'll have much time for naps. 🙁)

~6:30pm: have dinner [and clean up]

after dinner: more work study if needed (most likely needed)

sleeeeeeeepppppppp [be ready for or in bed by 9 or 10]

i'll update this post later to let you know how it goesss~

i hope you're feeling better than i am this week 💗🤒

~the aforementioned update~

ahahaha i don't think i did a very good job of following any routine this week. on wednesday i slept a little later than usual and ended up waking up at 10am (i didn't set an alarm for some reason). on thursday i set my alarm for 7 and then 8 and then 10 because i had to finish reviewing the last of the microbiology for the midterm and actually woke up at 9:30. and on friday i want to actually wake up somewhere within the hour of 7am so i can hopefullyyyy finish all my schoolwork for this week?? despite the seeming slowness of einstein's routine, i always feel like i'm rushing when i wake up when the sun is already up and most everyone else i live with is already awake, so i'm going to try this again over reading week but change the wake-up time and stick to it dammit— 😤

also i feel like if i'm gonna be posting on tumblr again, i should post my screen time stats for accountability because for some reason whenever i start making stuff for social media, my screen time goes through the roof bc i get so distracted and like oh wait there was this thing i want to add no wait where was i— (as i got lost in a scroll.) and this happens multiple times. but sometimes i do feel very much like yapping and when i'm in this mood, i could yap for days on end so i gotta find a solution...

just LOOK at this horrendousness!!!

also. there was so much material to cover for the microbio midterm it was insane. i feel like i need to follow the 80/20 rule. like...just prioritize the big topics, don't care so much about the extraneous, minor details so i only expend energy for and fill my brain with what i really need to know. and i'm not sure how good flashcards are for that because it just seems kinda random, the order in which cards are thrown at you in anki, and i'm the kind of person who, at least during the first pass, compulsively desires to cover everything, and so what do you think happens? i end up with a massive “stack” of flashcards, including cards about minor/extraneous details. every. single. time. i'm not entirely sure how i want to navigate this yet, but i'm definitely gonna try that 80/20 rule...bc this was just too stressful 🥲

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mcrdvcks · 3 months ago

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Sweet Dreams - Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: After celebrating Thanksgiving for the first time, Logan and Alexandria go on a simple reconnaissance mission.

Word Count: 13.4k+

Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x Original Female Character (platonic relationship)

Notes: hello! i was going to post this yesterday but it was my birthday (i turned 20, pls i don't know how i made it this far) so i was able to relax. but here we are!

i'm not sure if i'm going to post until around thursday/friday since i have two midterms, and it's only the FOURTH WEEK of classes. anyways, enjoy :)

TW: blood, violence, slight allusion to torture

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November had rolled around and so had a holiday called Thanksgiving. They were given part of the week off, Wednesday through Sunday, to celebrate.

As far as she knew, or what was told to her, the holiday was on Thursday.

Alexandria, Jean, Kitty, Scott, Jubilee and a few other students were sitting in the common area. Currently Scott, Kurt, Bobby, and Kitty were playing a game on the TV called Mario Kart. Alexandria had no idea what the game was, but they all seemed pretty into it.

She leaned closer to Jean, “what exactly is Thanksgiving?”

Jean looked up from where she was lounging on the couch, a smile spreading across her face. “Thanksgiving is an American holiday that celebrates giving thanks for the good things in life. Traditionally, it's about coming together with family and friends to enjoy a big meal.”

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. “And what’s the big meal?”

“It usually includes things like roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pie—pumpkin pie is pretty popular,” Jean explained, as she glanced over at the TV where the Mario Kart race was heating up.

“So, it’s basically a feast?” Alexandria asked, trying to piece it all together.

“Pretty much,” Jean confirmed. “It’s also a time for people to reflect on what they’re thankful for. It’s not just about the food, but about spending time with the people you care about.”

Alexandria nodded, absorbing the information. “But… why? Can’t you do that any day?”

Scott, who had just won a race and handed his controller to Ben, or as some called him, Match, sat in between Alexandria and Jean. He placed an arm around both of their shoulders. “Thanksgiving was a dinner between the Plymouth colonists and Native Americans back in the 1600’s. But now it’s more of just an excuse to eat a lot.”

She nodded again, side-eying the arm around her shoulder. Alexandria looked over at Jean and noticed Scott was casually rubbing Jean’s shoulder as he cheered Kurt on.

She wondered what that meant, and why Jean started to blush faintly. Kitty broke her out of her thoughts. “Wanna play?”

Alexandria glanced warily at the controller, “I don’t know how. I’ve never played,” she paused, hoping she was going to use the right term, “video games before.”

Kitty’s eyes lit up. “It’s easy! Here, I’ll show you.”

She took the controller from Alexandria’s hands and began to explain the basic controls. “So, this button makes your character go, and this one makes them jump. You use this stick to steer.”

Alexandria nodded, trying to keep up. “And what does this do?” she asked, pointing to another button.

“That’s the item button. You get power-ups during the race,” Kitty said. “They help you get ahead or mess with other players.”

Alexandria took the controller back, her grip tentative. She glanced over at the TV screen where the game was already in progress. The colors and movement were dizzying. “Okay, I think I get it.”

Jean gave her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, it’s all about having fun. Just jump in whenever you’re ready.”

Alexandria hesitated for a moment before pressing a few buttons. The character on the screen wobbled a bit before straightening out. “This is… not as complicated as I thought.”

Kitty laughed. “Exactly! You’re doing great. Just remember, you don’t need to win, just try not to crash too much.”

As the game started, Alexandria tried to keep up. The characters whizzed around the track, and she struggled to steer properly. The other players were pretty focused on the game, so Alexandria mostly kept to herself, trying not to get in the way. Her character crashed into a wall, and she muttered under her breath, “not great.”

“Hey, you’re doing better than I did my first time,” Scott said. “It’s all about practice.”

Alexandria managed a small smile. “I guess that makes sense.”

Jubilee, who had been watching from the side, chimed in. “Want some tips? I’ve been playing this game forever. I can show you how to use items better.”

“That’d be great,” Alexandria said, looking over at her.

Jubilee leaned in and started explaining strategies for using power-ups and avoiding obstacles. “Just remember to use your items strategically. Don’t waste them.”

Alexandria tried to follow the advice, and gradually, she started to get the hang of it. She wasn’t winning, but she wasn’t crashing as much either.

After a few rounds, Kitty noticed that Alexandria was starting to look more comfortable. “You’re doing awesome! See? I knew you’d catch on.”

Alexandria chuckled. “Thanks. It’s actually kind of fun.”

“Glad to hear it!” Kitty said. “It’s always nice to introduce someone new to something we enjoy.”

Kurt looked up from his spot on the floor, “how about we take a break and get some snacks?”

Bobby, who sat next to him agreed, “ice cream anyone?”

Everyone got up from their spots and went to the kitchen. Scott and Jean stood up from the couch as Kitty got up from the floor.

“What’s ice cream?” Alexandria asked, what she thought was a completely innocent question.

“You’ve never had ice cream?” Scott exclaimed. “Well, I think we have to rectify that.” He led the way into the kitchen, the three of them following. “We can have everyone choose their favorite ice cream and you can choose your favorite.”

“Like an ice cream showdown?” Jean questioned.

Kitty perked up, “hell yeah!” She high-fived Scott.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Scott said.

Alexandria followed, her curiosity piqued. As they entered the kitchen, she glanced around, taking in the array of snacks and ingredients on the counter. It wasn’t like any kitchen she was used to; it was more like a small, bustling cafeteria.

Scott grabbed a few tubs of ice cream from the freezer. “Alright, here’s the deal. We’ve got a lot of different ice creams. Everyone picks their favorite, and we’ll have an ice cream showdown.”

Jean pointed to the tubs. “I’m going with chocolate. Can’t go wrong with that.”

Kitty grinned. “I’ll take cookies and cream. Classic choice.”

Bobby looked at the tubs thoughtfully. “I’m going for strawberry. Can’t resist the fruitiness.”

Kurt shrugged. “I’ll try vanilla. Simple but solid.”

Everyone else followed suit, until they all had a tub of ice cream in front of them. They each placed a scoop into a bowl so Alexandria could try.

Alexandria stared at the array of ice cream bowls lined up on the counter, each one offering a different flavor. She picked up a spoon and hesitantly dipped it into the chocolate ice cream, taking a small bite. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“This is… really good,” she said, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Scott grinned. “Told you. Ice cream is a game changer.”

Kitty handed her a bowl of cookies and cream. “Try this one. It’s my favorite.”

Alexandria took a bite, and her smile grew. “This is amazing. I didn’t realize dessert could be so… delightful.”

Bobby passed her a bowl of strawberry. “That’s what makes ice cream great. There’s a flavor for everyone.”

Jean watched Alexandria’s reaction with a pleased expression. “Glad you’re enjoying it. It’s one of those simple pleasures in life.”

Alexandria nodded, savoring the flavors. “I think I understand now. Food can be more than just sustenance.”

“Exactly,” Kurt said, taking a scoop of vanilla for himself. “It’s about enjoyment, and sharing it with others makes it even better.”

Jubilee, who had been waiting for Alexandria to finish, finally got her turn. “Here’s a tip: mix flavors. You might find a new favorite combo.”

Alexandria raised an eyebrow. “Mix them?”

“Yep,” Kitty said. “It’s like creating your own custom ice cream experience.”

Alexandria shrugged and scooped a bit of each flavor into her bowl. She took a bite of the mixed flavors and nodded in approval. “Not bad. I can see why people get excited about this.”

Scott, noticing the look of genuine enjoyment on Alexandria’s face, clapped her on the back. “Welcome to the world of ice cream. But before you are completely welcomed you have to try my favorite…” he moved a mint tub closer to Alexandria, “mint chocolate chip.”

The group groaned and booed Scott, with Kitty and Ben threatening to melt it and throw it in the trash.

“Seriously, Scott?” Kitty said, pretending to gag. “Mint chocolate chip? It’s like you’re trying to ruin everything we’ve got going here.”

“Hey, mint chocolate chip has its merits,” Scott defended, holding the tub protectively.

“Maybe if you want your breath to smell like toothpaste,” Ben added, sticking his tongue out dramatically.

Alexandria looked at the tub of mint chocolate chip with curiosity. “Why is this flavor so controversial?”

Jubilee snickered. “It’s a love-it-or-hate-it kind of deal. Personally, I’m with the haters.”

Scott gave her a mock frown. “You all are missing out. Mint chocolate chip is a classic.” He turned to look at Alexandria, “come on, try it. Don’t listen to them it’s great.”

She slowly grabbed a spoonful of the ice cream, a bright mint color with small chocolate chunks before putting it in her mouth.

Alexandria grimaced almost immediately, muttering a “fuck you,” in Russian before coughing.

Jean laughed and patted a pouting Scott on the back, “too bad dude. Your outnumbered, everyone else hates it.”

Alexandria swallowed the ice cream, “Scott, that was the worst American food I’ve had so far.” She shook her head, “I feel like I swallowed a tube of toothpaste.”

As Alexandria grimaced from the mint chocolate chip ice cream, the group erupted in laughter. Alexandria even found herself smiling and laughing along, something she hadn’t done… at all.

Scott, despite his disappointment, chuckled and shook his head. “Alright, alright, maybe it’s not for everyone. But hey, at least you gave it a shot.”

Kitty, still laughing, nudged Alexandria. “See? It’s not so bad to try new things. You might not like everything, but that’s part of the fun.”

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December

“You want me to take her on a mission?” Logan asked, following Charles down the hall of the bunker.

“A simple reconnaissance mission, yes.” Charles responded. “She’s done well in the Danger Room scenarios and has yet to get below a 98% average on her training.”

“I’m not a babysitter, Chuck.” Logan said roughly.

“Whoo, someone’s grumpy.” Ororo added, her tone light but with a hint of amusement.

Logan shot her a sidelong glance. “I’m not grumpy. I’m just not thrilled about this mission.”

Charles, who rolled beside them with his usual calm demeanor, didn’t miss a beat. “It’s a simple task, Logan. Just gathering intel. No combat involved. Besides, Alexandria needs more real-world experience.”

“Yeah, and I need to go on vacation,” Logan grumbled, crossing his arms. “Why not have her tag along with someone else?”

“Because I trust you to keep an eye on her. You’ve shown you can handle more than just brute force. And Alexandria could use someone with your… particular skill set.”

Ororo raised an eyebrow at Charles’ words. “Particular skill set? Or are you just trying to pawn off a job?”

“Both,” Logan muttered an answer for Charles, though there was a begrudging hint of agreement in his voice. “Fine. When’s this thing supposed to go down?”

“Tomorrow morning. Meet me in the briefing room at 0900,” Charles said, turning towards the door of the bunker’s command center. “And try to be patient with Alexandria. She’s new to this world and still finding her footing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Logan said, waving him off as he walked away. “Just keep in mind I’m not here to be her mentor. I’m here to make sure she doesn’t get herself killed.”

Ororo smiled, knowing that despite his rough exterior, Logan did have a protective streak. “She’ll be fine, Logan. She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Everyone’s tough until they’re not,” Logan retorted, heading down the corridor.

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Later that day, Alexandria was in the Danger Room, her focus intense as she worked through another training simulation. The room was set up like a dense forest, with obstacles and targets scattered throughout. Her movements were swift and precise, a testament to her rigorous HYDRA training. Still, there was a noticeable improvement in her demeanor; she wasn’t as cold or distant as she once was, though her interactions remained guarded.

Logan watched from the observation deck, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He wasn’t sure what to make of her—she was a mix of everything he didn’t want to deal with, but he’d give her a shot.

After the simulation ended, Alexandria stepped out, her face flushed with exertion. She was greeted by Logan’s steely gaze.

“You’re coming with me tomorrow. We’re doing a reconnaissance mission,” Logan said bluntly.

Alexandria raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. “And you’re the one leading this mission?”

“Yeah. I don’t sugarcoat things, and I don’t babysit. So don’t expect any hand-holding.”

She crossed her arms, mimicking his stance. “You do realize I’ve gone on missions of my own, right? Since I was 10. I was HYDRA’s most decorated assassin. Had more kills than the Winter Soldier.”

Logan studied Alexandria with a steely gaze, his expression unreadable as she mirrored his stance. “I get that you’ve got a history,” he said gruffly, “but here, you follow orders and you don’t mess up. Got it?”

Alexandria’s eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ve done more than my share of reconnaissance missions. I understand the importance of not making mistakes.”

Logan grunted. “Yeah? Well, we’ll see how it goes. Don’t think for a second you’re going to impress me by talking up your resume. I’ve seen more than my fair share of ‘decorated’ agents who couldn’t handle the reality of a mission.”

“Your confidence is noted,” Alexandria replied, her tone cool. “Is there anything specific I should prepare for?”

Logan shrugged. “We’re scouting an old facility. Nothing too crazy—just gathering intel. The fewer surprises, the better.”

“Understood,” Alexandria said, her expression softening just a touch. “I’ll be ready.”

Logan nodded, clearly not one for small talk. “Good. I’ll meet you in the briefing room at 0900 tomorrow. Be sharp.”

With that, Logan turned on his heel and headed for the exit. Alexandria watched him go, her mind already racing with thoughts of the upcoming mission.

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The next morning, Alexandria stood in the briefing room, her usual expression of calm determination firmly in place. Logan arrived a few minutes later, carrying a folder of mission details and maps. He glanced at Alexandria, who was already seated and ready.

“Alright,” Logan said, setting the folder down on the table. “Here’s the rundown. The facility we’re going to was used for research, but it’s been abandoned for a while. We’re looking for any signs of recent activity and any useful intel we can find. Simple enough.”

Alexandria nodded. “Do we have any specifics on what we might encounter?”

“Just the basics,” Logan replied. “Might be some security systems still operational, but nothing that should be too much trouble. Your telekinesis should help with any obstacles.”

“Understood,” Alexandria said, her voice steady. “And what about local security? Any chance of encountering people?”

“Possible, but not likely,” Logan said. “Most of the security would be automated. Keep your senses sharp and be prepared for anything.”

“Got it,” Alexandria said. “When are we heading out?”

“Soon as we’re done here,” Logan said. “Any questions before we start?”

Alexandria shook her head. “No. I’m ready.”

“Good,” Logan said. “Let’s get moving.”

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The two of them made their way to the Blackbird, the X-Mansion’s sleek jet, and after a short flight, they arrived at the outskirts of the old facility. It was a large, crumbling building surrounded by overgrown vegetation. The air was thick with the smell of decay.

Logan and Alexandria approached cautiously. “Stay alert,” Logan said, scanning the area with a practiced eye. “This place could be booby-trapped.”

Alexandria nodded and focused her senses, her telekinesis subtly scanning the immediate area for any hidden dangers. “Nothing immediate,” she said quietly. “But I wouldn’t let my guard down.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment and led the way inside. The interior of the facility was dark and musty, with dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through broken windows. The air was cold and stale.

They moved through the corridors with purpose, Logan’s steps heavy and purposeful while Alexandria’s were light and silent. They reached a large, metal door at the end of a hallway. Logan examined it carefully, then turned to Alexandria.

“Think you can get this open?” he asked, nodding at the door.

Alexandria stepped forward and extended her hand, her telekinesis working to manipulate the locking mechanism. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit room filled with old computer equipment and filing cabinets.

“Looks like a control room,” Logan said. “Check for anything useful.”

Alexandria moved through the room with practiced efficiency, her eyes scanning the room as she began to sift through the papers and files. Logan kept watch, his attention divided between Alexandria and the dark corners of the room.

After a few minutes, Alexandria found a set of folders that looked promising. “These might have something,” she said, holding them up for Logan to see.

Logan walked over and took the folders from her, flipping through them quickly. “These are reports on various experiments. Looks like they were testing something significant here. This might be worth taking back.”

“Agreed,” Alexandria said, glancing at the documents. “Anything else we need to find?”

“Not for now,” Logan said. “Let’s head back and get these analyzed. We’ll follow up if anything else- ”

A clatter from the far side of the building cut Logan off before screams and gunshots echoed through the abandoned facility. Logan's head snapped toward the sound, his eyes narrowing as he and Alexandria moved swiftly toward the source of the noise.

“Stay close,” Logan muttered, his tone rough. Alexandria nodded, her senses already on high alert. The gunshots grew louder, mingling with shouted questions and the occasional burst of laughter.

The pair reached a doorway partially obscured by rubble. Through the gaps, they could see a figure moving with unsettling fluidity, a red and black suit clearly visible. The figure was none other than Wade Wilson, more commonly known as Deadpool.

“Seriously?” Logan growled under his breath. “Wade!”

He turned to face the two of them, “ah!” His hands went to his face, “honey badger! It’s so good to see you and… whoever you are. Must not be fun, right? Constant grunting and berating. I don’t envy you.”

Alexandria blinked in response. It almost seemed like he was saying whatever came into his head. But she had to admit, she liked his bluntness.

“Get the hell out of here.” Logan ordered Wade.

He tsked in response, “no can do. Interrogating.” Wade waved his gun in the air.

Alexandria's eyes widened as she saw the gold-plated Glock 34 in Wade's hand. She blinked, momentarily thrown by the absurdity of it. But also because it was a really good gun. "Is that a gold-plated Glock 34?"

Wade, still waving the gun around with casual nonchalance, grinned at her. "Bingo! I see you know your weapons. Who knew? I bet you also know the difference between a tuxedo and a tracksuit. Bet you’re great at parties!"

Logan, clearly irritated by Wade's antics, rolled his eyes. "Wade, we don't have time for your nonsense. We’re here on a mission, not to watch you play dress-up with your shiny toys."

Wade sighed dramatically. "Oh, Logan, always so serious. But fine, fine. If you want me to play the bad guy, I’ll just be the bad guy. These guys were having a lovely chat about their old employer's dirty little secrets."

"Yeah, about that," Logan said, his voice low and dangerous. "You need to leave. Now."

Wade looked genuinely thoughtful, scratching his chin beneath his mask. "Hmmm. I could, but where’s the fun in that? Besides, I’m just about to find out where the real secrets are hidden. Care to join the party?"

Alexandria glanced at Logan, who looked like he was about to explode. She was having fun. She liked this guy- quite a lot actually if he was able to get Logan to respond like this.

Logan’s eyes narrowed. “Wade, we’re not here for your nonsense. We’re here on a mission. You’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.”

Wade looked genuinely surprised, though his mask did an excellent job of hiding any real emotion. “Complicated? I’m just having some fun! These guys were talking about some interesting stuff, but they’re not very chatty. Maybe you’ll have better luck.” He waved vaguely at the group of people tied up in the corner.

Alexandria, feeling slightly more at ease now that Wade’s antics had taken the edge off, scanned the room. “What were they saying?” she asked, genuinely curious.

Wade shrugged, his nonchalance never wavering. “Oh, you know, just the usual—plots, plans, schemes. Nothing too exciting. But I bet if you dig a little deeper, you might find something fun.”

Logan grunted. “We’ve already got what we need. We’re leaving.” He turned to Alexandria. “Let’s go.”

Alexandria hesitated, glancing between Logan and Wade. “Maybe we should check to see if there’s anything else of value. This place seems like it has more to offer.”

Wade’s eyes lit up behind his mask. “Now that’s the spirit! You know, I like you. You’ve got some guts. I bet you and I would get along famously. Maybe you can join me for a chimichanga sometime.”

“What’s… that? A chim…” Alexandria trailed off.

Wade gasped, “you don’t know what a chimichanga is?” He looked over at Logan, “what are you going over there! Depriving children of one of the greatest joys of humanity.” He looked back over at Alexandria, “other than this Glock 34, of course.”

Alexandria grinned, “Can I shoot it?”

Wade’s eyes widened as Alexandria’s question sunk in. “You want to shoot it? Oh, pale and mysterious, you have just become my new favorite person!”

Logan, who had been standing with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face, glared at Wade. “Wade, enough. We’re not here to play around. We need to finish this mission and get out.”

Wade pouted dramatically. “Aw, come on, Logan. Let the lady have some fun! Besides, I’m just about to reveal the big secret they were keeping.” He gestured to the group of tied-up individuals who were now staring at them with a mix of fear and relief.

Logan let out an exasperated sigh. “Wade, we’ve got what we need. Let’s just wrap this up and get back.”

“Fine, fine,” Wade said with a dramatic sigh. “But you’re missing out. I’ve got a whole plan for how we’re going to—”

“Wade,” Logan cut him off. “Just stop. We’re leaving. Now.”

They continued arguing, with Wade mostly enjoying making Logan angry as Alexandria went into their minds. One of them was daydreaming, letting her see what he was picturing.

Three men went up to the Blackbird and placed small remote explosives on parts of the ship. They were all masked, but one of them held the remote with a single button and his finger pressed to his ear.

The man dreaming was fearful, occasionally looking upwards at different corners of the ceiling. She followed his gaze to see faint red blinking lights in various edges of the ceiling.

“…fondling Colossus’s large metal balls before I would ever think about that.” Wade finished.

“You dick for brains, wannabe- ”

“Guys.” Alexandria said, but Logan continued.

“-piece of- ”

“Don’t you dare!” Wade exclaimed.

“-sh- ”

“Guys!” Alexandria exclaimed, her voice sharp and urgent. She pointed towards the ceiling where one of the small explosives was attached, the red light blinking faster and faster. “We need to get out of here.”

Logan's head snapped around, his eyes immediately locking onto the blinking light. His expression turned from irritation to intense focus. “What the hell?” he growled. “Wade!”

Wade, who had been in the middle of a dramatic monologue about how he’d never use a chimichanga as a weapon, suddenly seemed to register the seriousness of the situation. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes widening as he saw the explosives.

“Oh, fuck,” Wade muttered, his usual flippant demeanor momentarily dropping. “I guess we’re not in a fun, happy place anymore, huh?”

Logan didn’t bother with a response. He grabbed Alexandria’s arm and started pulling her towards the exit. “Move it! We’re not sticking around for this.”

“Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God,” Alexandria caught the beginning of one of the guy’s Wade had tied up. He was praying in Russian.

The guy grabbed a black device with a red button, “have mercy on me, a sinner.” He pressed the button, the detonators in the building and on the Blackbird exploding.

The entire facility caught in flames, walls and ceilings breaking down almost instantaneously. The force of the explosions separated the three of them.

But Logan didn’t get the best of luck, because he heard Wade’s coughing right next to him. “Boy, oh boy. Haven’t been thrown around like that in a looong time,” Wade’s voice echoed through the smoke. Logan groaned, recognizing it immediately.

Logan pushed himself up, his muscles protesting. He spotted Wade stumbling through the smoke, coughing and mumbling something about chimichangas. Logan shook his head in frustration. “Wade! Are you trying to get us all killed?”

Wade looked at Logan with wide, slightly dazed eyes. “What? Oh, hey there, Logan! I was just about to- ” He stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he realized the gravity of the situation. “Whoa, did things just get hotter, or is it just me?”

“Shut up and get moving,” Logan snapped, trying to get a grip on the situation. “We need to find Alexandria and get out of here.”

Wade nodded, a serious expression briefly crossing his face before he resumed his usual flippant demeanor. “Right, right. Save the day, get out alive, all that jazz.”

Logan scanned the area, straining to locate Alexandria amid the smoke and wreckage. “Alexandria!” he shouted, hoping she was nearby. His voice was barely audible over the cacophony of collapsing debris and roaring flames.

Alexandria blinked her eyes, the smoke slightly burning them and her lungs. She stood up noticing a rather large metal rod in her shoulder. She pulled it out with a grunt, dropping the rod to the ground.

All around her was flames and debris until she heard gunshots coming straight for her. She ducked for cover behind a large piece of concrete before glancing up.

A large group of gunmen in all black outfits, including a baklava, with rifles. “Damn it.” She muttered in Russian.

Alexandria’s mind raced. She needed to get out of here and find Logan. Her telekinesis picked up several pieces of debris, hurling them towards the advancing gunmen. They scattered, their shouts blending with the roar of the fire.

Using her telekinesis again, she brought the metal rod that was in her shoulder and huffed, partial excitement, partial wariness. But fuck, she loved fighting. And those rifles they had looked particularly expensive, and maybe even military grade.

She jumped out from the concrete and kicked in one guys knee, before using him as a human shield and taking his rifle. Alexandria threw the rifle at another guys head, before stabbing another one in the chest with the rod and pulling it out.

There were 10 more left and one of them happened to shoot her in the thigh. She continued on, moving onto that guy next, kicking his head into the concrete wall while grabbing his pistol, shooting it at the heads of 2 other men.

Seven more left.

Using her telekinesis, she picked up two small pieces of the broken concrete and smashed it against two guys heads before punching another man in the chest and kicking out his legs, finishing it with one shot to the forehead.

Four more left.

She glanced around quickly, taking stock of her surroundings. The facility was in ruins, flames licking at the edges of the debris, and the smoke was thick, making it harder to see. The gunmen, still advancing cautiously, were clearly outnumbered and outmatched. Alexandria’s telekinesis had already proven effective, and she was ready to finish this.

One of the remaining gunmen took a shot at her, but she dodged, using her telekinesis to deflect the bullet with a burst of force. She moved swiftly, taking down the nearest gunman with a well-placed kick to the chest, sending him crashing into a heap of rubble.

The remaining three gunmen hesitated, clearly shaken by the ease with which Alexandria had dispatched their comrades. One of them tried to call for reinforcements, but Alexandria didn’t give him the chance. She hurled a piece of debris at him, knocking the radio from his hand.

Another gunman took aim at Alexandria, but she was faster. She grabbed a chunk of metal from the ground with her telekinesis and sent it flying at him, knocking him off balance. She followed up with a powerful kick, sending him sprawling.

Two left.

The last two gunmen exchanged nervous glances. They were cornered, and Alexandria could see the fear in their eyes. She didn’t give them time to regroup. Using her telekinesis, she lifted a large piece of concrete and threw it at them, forcing them to take cover behind a nearby wall.

The gunmen’s attempts to return fire were futile as Alexandria’s telekinesis cleared the debris away from them with practiced precision. She moved in quickly, her movements fluid and decisive. She disarmed one of the gunmen and knocked him out with a swift punch to the jaw. The final gunman, now alone and panicked, tried to make a run for it.

Alexandria wasn’t having any of it. She used her telekinesis to create a barrier of debris in his path, cutting off his escape. He stumbled and fell, and Alexandria was on him in an instant. She grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up to face her.

“Who do you work for?” she demanded in Russian, her voice cold and fierce. When he didn’t respond she punched his jaw twice, knocking out his molars. “No cyanide pill, no suicide. Who do you work for?”

The man, unable to withstand her pressure and the pain from her earlier blows, stammered out a response. “I—I don’t know much. We were just hired for a job!”

“Who hired you?” Alexandria pressed, her voice gaining an edge of menace. She tightened her grip on his collar, making sure he understood she meant business.

“I don’t know, lady! You’re crazy.”

She gave a grin, almost looking crazed to the man, “good.” A sharp pain went through her abdomen as she looked down, seeing a knife from him. “You bitch. I thought we were getting along.”

Alexandria pulled the knife out and kicked him in the crotch, sending him to the ground. She straddled his body and held the knife to his throat while looking in his jacket pockets.

She found a card and pulled it out. It read ‘Voron’, a secret service of hitman that HYDRA tended to use for bigger operations.

“Did HYDRA hire you?” She asked. He shook his head in response. “I know a lot of ways to torture you. 50 of them include this knife.” Alexandria twirled it around in her hand. “12 of them include the fire just a few steps ahead, and 8 of them include concrete.”

Logan walked through the broken halls, fire licking at him and Wade who tagged behind. “You know she could be dead.” Wade said, as Logan turned to face him was a strong glare. “Just saying. But you’re probably right, she seems like she can handle herself. She has a really cool accent too. Is it Ukrainian? Or- ”

“Shut up,” Logan said, cutting off Wade’s incessant chatter. His irritation was palpable as he pushed through the thick smoke and debris.

Wade, ever unfazed by Logan's gruffness, just grinned wider. “Okay, okay. I’ll be quiet. For now.” He followed behind Logan, his steps exaggeratedly silent, as if he were tiptoeing through a field of landmines.

Logan’s focus was intense as he navigated the rubble, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of Alexandria. The chaos of the collapsing facility made it difficult to keep track of her, and the smoke was thick and stinging his eyes.

The sound of more explosions and falling debris echoed around them. Logan’s frustration grew; the entire situation was turning into a bigger mess than he had anticipated. He had hoped this mission would be straightforward—just a simple reconnaissance to gather intel. Instead, it had turned into a full-blown crisis with Wade and a bunch of explosive devices thrown into the mix.

“Alexandria!” Logan shouted again, his voice hoarse from the smoke. “Where are you?”

Wade, who had been scanning the area with mild curiosity, suddenly perked up when they both heard a loud scream and a roaring fire. “Just a guess, but I’m assuming wherever that scream came from.”

Logan, who had been pushing through the debris and smoke, gave Wadel a sharp look. “I don’t need your commentary right now. Let’s find Alexandria before things get worse.”

Wade’s grin widened, though he followed Logan’s lead with surprising seriousness. “Okay, okay. No more jokes. But I’m still rooting for you guys!”

Logan didn’t respond, his focus locked on navigating the wreckage and finding Alexandria. The smoke was thick, and the heat from the fires was oppressive. Logan shouted Alexandria’s name again, his voice hoarse from the smoke. “Alexandria! Answer if you can hear me!”

The flames roared louder, and the facility was crumbling around them. Logan and Wade continued through the chaos, moving with purpose despite the increasing danger. Logan’s irritation was palpable, his usual gruff demeanor heightened by the urgency of the situation.

As they rounded a corner, the smoke began to clear slightly, revealing the source of the commotion. Alexandra dusted off her blood-covered hands as she threw the knife to the ground.

“Oh. Hello.” she said calmly.

Wade’s eyes widened under his mask, “Jesus, you look like a mess girl. A good shower will do you some good.” He chuckled, “but blood takes a while to come off your skin, trust me.”

Alexandria wiped her hands on her pants, trying to remove the blood but only smearing it further. Her eyes were cold but there was a faint trace of a smirk on her lips. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she said, her voice surprisingly calm given the chaos around her.

Logan walked up, his expression a mix of frustration and relief. “Are you alright?” he asked gruffly, trying to push through his annoyance at the situation. “You’re not seriously hurt, are you?”

Alexandria looked at him with an almost dismissive air, though there was a hint of gratitude in her eyes. “Just a few cuts and bruises. I’ll be fine. Nothing I can’t handle.”

Logan nodded, his eyes scanning the wreckage for any sign of additional threats. “Alright, let’s get out of here. The place is coming down fast.”

Wade, still grinning, was hopping from foot to foot like a kid in a candy store. “Oh, I love a good rescue mission! But before we go, how about a quick debriefing? You know, for old times’ sake?”

Logan shot him a look that could freeze fire. “Wade, save it for later. We need to move.”

Wade’s grin didn’t waver. “Fine, fine. But I’m going to need a ride in that fancy jet of yours. I’ve got a new chimichanga recipe to try, and you guys look like you could use some culinary inspiration.”

“The jet? It’s destroyed.” Alexandria spoke casually.

“What?” Logan growled.

“Yeah, that’s what I was trying to say before the building went ‘kaboom.’ But you both were too busy arguing.” Alexandria's tone was dry, almost indifferent, as she leaned against a partially collapsed wall, her eyes fixed on the two men. Logan stared at her, his eyes narrowing in disbelief, while Wade's eyes widened under his mask.

“You're telling me the jet is gone?” Logan growled, his voice carrying a dangerous edge. His frustration was palpable, the weight of the situation bearing down on him. This was supposed to be a simple mission, and now it had turned into a complete disaster.

“Not gone. More like… scattered.” Alexandria replied, wiping a smear of blood from her cheek, hoping she didn’t add more to her face. Her voice was calm, almost eerily so, given the chaos surrounding them.

Wade clapped his hands together, a delighted grin spreading across his face. “Well, isn’t this just the most fun we’ve had all day? No jet, no ride home, and now we’re stuck in the middle of a burning building. This is going to be one hell of a story!”

Logan shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Wade, if you don’t shut up right now, I’ll give you something to really laugh about.”

Wade raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone playful. “Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy Pants. But let’s be honest here, this is a bit of a pickle, isn’t it? How do you plan on getting out of this one?”

Logan ignored Wade's comment, his mind racing as he assessed their situation. The building was crumbling around them, the fire spreading rapidly through the structure. The smoke was thick, choking, and the heat was becoming unbearable. With the jet destroyed, their options were severely limited.

He turned to Alexandria, his tone gruff. “Can you sense anyone else in the building? Any survivors?”

Alexandria closed her eyes briefly, reaching out with her powers. She searched the remaining pockets of the building for any sign of life, sifting through the chaos of debris and flames. After a few moments, she opened her eyes and shook her head. “No one else. Just us and a lot of dead bodies.”

Logan grunted in acknowledgment, his jaw tightening. “Alright, we’re getting out of here. We’ll figure out the rest later.”

“Lead the way, fearless leader,” Wade quipped, following closely behind Logan as he started to move through the wreckage.

Logan ignored him, focusing on finding the safest route out. They navigated the burning building, dodging falling debris and pushing through the thick smoke. Alexandria moved with a quiet confidence, her senses on high alert as she followed Logan’s lead.

As they approached a large gap in the wall that had been blown open by the explosions, Logan paused, scanning the area. Beyond the opening was the outside world, the cold night air mingling with the heat from the flames. The ground outside was littered with debris, but it was their only way out.

“Stay close,” Logan instructed, his voice rough as he led them through the gap and into the open air. The contrast between the cold night and the inferno inside the building was stark, the cool breeze a welcome relief after the suffocating heat.

Wade stretched dramatically as they emerged from the wreckage, taking in the scene with a gleeful grin. “Ah, freedom! It smells like victory, with just a hint of burning debris. I think we’re making memories here, folks!”

Logan shot him a withering look but didn’t respond. His attention was focused on the remains of the Blackbird, now a smoldering heap of metal scattered across the ground. The explosion had obliterated the jet, leaving nothing but twisted wreckage in its wake.

“Damn it,” Logan muttered under his breath. His mind raced with the implications of their situation. Without the jet, they were stranded with no immediate way to get back to the mansion or contact the others.

“We’re a bit stranded, aren’t we?” Wade commented, his tone cheerful despite the dire circumstances.

“There’s a pickup truck right over there.” Logan gestured to a white beat-up truck with rust on the hood. Before Wade could speak Logan spoke again, “you’re not driving.”

“Aw, man!” Wade exclaimed, his voice dripping with exaggerated disappointment. “And here I was all ready to show off my impeccable driving skills. What’s the matter? Afraid of a little off-road adventure?”

Logan shot him a glare that could freeze water. “Not afraid. Just not stupid. I’ve seen what you call ‘driving.’”

Wade put his hands on his hips, striking a dramatic pose. “Well, aren’t we the stern taskmaster today. I’ll have you know I’m a certified road warrior. But fine, you drive. I’ll just sit here and look pretty.”

Logan didn’t bother responding. He moved swiftly towards the beat-up truck, his mind already racing through their options. Alexandria followed, her calm demeanor contrasting sharply with the chaos that had just unfolded. Despite her usual indifference, she couldn’t help but notice the irony of the situation: a gruff Wolverine, an irreverent Deadpool, and a demolished jet—her new reality.

As Logan approached the truck, he noticed the keys hanging from the ignition. “Guess they weren’t expecting company,” he muttered, looking over at Wade. “You can play with the radio, but don’t touch anything else.”

Wade nodded his head gave a mock salute. “Aye aye, Captain! I’ll keep my hands to myself and my eyes on the road.”

Logan shook his head, barely containing his frustration. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the truck. The engine roared to life, and he maneuvered it carefully around the debris field, his attention divided between the road ahead and the smoldering wreckage of the Blackbird.

Alexandria, still wiping blood from her hands, took a seat in the middle of the backseat, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The adrenaline from the fight was fading, leaving a dull ache in her muscles and a cold sense of urgency. She glanced at Wade, who was fiddling with the radio and humming off-key.

She glanced down at her abdomen, the blood leaking slower, but still steadily. The good thing was, it was hard to differentiate her blood from the blood of the others, making it difficult to tell if she was bleeding herself.

Wade continued to fiddle with the radio. The upbeat pop music blaring from the speakers seemed wildly out of place given the circumstances. He was humming along loudly, apparently in his own little world. Logan kept his eyes on the road, his expression a mixture of irritation and concentration.

“So,” Wade said, breaking the silence. “How about we get some names and backgrounds on these guys next time before we go full assault mode? A little intel never hurt anyone.”

Logan grunted in response, his eyes flickering briefly to the rearview mirror to check Alexandria’s condition. She looked like she was in pain, but she wasn’t complaining—typical.

Wade continued, oblivious to Logan’s irritation. “And speaking of names, how about we talk about you? Never got a chance to ask. Where you from? What’s your story?”

Alexandria kept her gaze fixed out the window, “I’m from Russia. The Avengers took me from HYDRA when they destroyed one of their bases a few months ago.”

Alexandria kept her gaze fixed out the window, trying to focus on anything other than the pain radiating from her wounds. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the aches in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen were becoming impossible to ignore. The silence in the truck was thick, broken only by the occasional crackle of debris under the tires and the upbeat pop music that Wade had left on the radio.

“Russia, huh?” Wade finally said, glancing back at her. “Cold winters, colder people. I can see how HYDRA would be right at home there. So, what’s your deal? How’d they get their claws into you?”

Alexandria’s eyes flicked to him for a brief moment before returning to the window. “They killed my parents and older brother in front of me when I was three then took me in.” She sat up straighter, “turn the radio up.”

“And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate

And I screamed for whatever it’s worth

‘I love you,’ ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil”

She leaned forward slightly, “can’t we just drive to the mansion?” Alexandria asked Logan.

“No. We can’t. New York is almost 13 hours away from here.”

“Chert voz'mi.” She mumbled. She wasn’t expecting Michigan to be that far away from New York. The flight coming was only an hour and a half. A drive from here was only slightly shorter than a drive from Moscow to Warsaw.

As the truck rumbled over the uneven terrain, Alexandria’s eyes remained fixed on the passing landscape, her mind trying to push through the haze of pain and exhaustion. The rhythmic thumping of the tires against the road did little to soothe the throbbing in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen. Each bump in the road sent jolts of discomfort through her, and she clenched her jaw to keep from making any noise.

Wade’s incessant chatter continued in the background, a stark contrast to the grim atmosphere. He seemed to take delight in every turn and bump, his playful commentary a constant presence.

“So, tell me, Alexandria,” Wade said, leaning forward with genuine curiosity. “You’ve got these awesome powers and a dark, mysterious past. What’s your favorite way to use them? Manipulating dreams? Throwing stuff around?”

Alexandria’s gaze remained on the window, her voice flat. “I don’t have favorites.”

Wade raised an eyebrow. “Really? No favorite way to mess with people’s minds or toss things around? I’d think with powers like yours, you’d have some fun stories.”

She gave a slight shrug, though it was more of a wince due to her wounds. “There was this one time I was sent to a farm close by Kenozero. This guy was supposed to be working for HYDRA but went off the grid. He had started to experiment on animals like tigers, lions, and coyotes.”

“He did the most on this one female tiger, but none of them could fight back because of a shock collar on all of them. All I did was take off the collar on Sasha and she ate him whole. You could even hear him screaming for a few seconds when his head was inside her.” Alexandria smiled fondly.

Wade looked between Logan and Alexandria before speaking, “that’s what I’m talking about! That’s a cool story! See, this is what bedtime stories are made of. Kids need to hear about tigers eating bad guys—straight up Jurassic Park meets National Geographic with a dash of HYDRA madness. You’re like a walking R-rated fairytale.”

Alexandria’s smirk faded slightly as she glanced at Wade, her expression returning to its usual stoic demeanor. “It wasn’t about fun. It was about completing the mission,” she replied flatly, her voice devoid of the enthusiasm Wade seemed to be looking for.

Wade, never one to be deterred, just nodded with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Sure, sure, mission accomplished, and all that. But you can’t tell me you didn’t get a little bit of satisfaction from seeing that guy get what he deserved.”

Alexandria didn’t respond, her gaze drifting back to the window. The cold landscape outside was a stark contrast to the warmth inside the truck, but it did nothing to soothe the throbbing pain from her wounds. She shifted slightly, trying to find a position that didn’t aggravate her injuries.

Logan, catching the subtle movement, grunted. “You’re bleeding all over the backseat,” he muttered, not unkindly, but with the gruff concern that was characteristic of him.

“I’m fine,” Alexandria replied, her tone clipped. The truth was, she wasn’t fine, but admitting that wasn’t something she was accustomed to. She had been trained to endure pain, to push through it, and she wasn’t about to start complaining now.

Logan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching her reflection. “Fine or not, those wounds need attention. We’ll stop somewhere and patch you up before you pass out.”

“Like a motel?” Wade chimed in, his voice dripping with amusement. “We could do the whole ‘nurse Logan’ thing. I’d pay to see that.”

Logan shot Wade a look that could’ve melted steel. “If you keep talking, I’ll give you something to really scream about.”

Wade put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, I’m just trying to lighten the mood here. We’re on a road trip, after all. Might as well make it fun.”

Alexandria shifted again, the discomfort in her abdomen intensifying. She didn’t want to admit it, but Logan was right—she needed to do something about her wounds before they became a bigger problem. The last thing she wanted was to pass out from blood loss in front of these two.

“We should keep moving,” she said, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. “Stopping isn’t an option.”

Logan grunted again, clearly not convinced. “We’re stopping. You’re not in any condition to make decisions right now.”

Alexandria’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue. She knew he was right, even if she hated admitting it. The pain in her abdomen was becoming harder to ignore, and every bump in the road sent sharp jolts through her body. She pressed a hand against the wound, trying to stem the bleeding, but it was a losing battle.

Wade, sensing the tension, decided to change the subject. “So, Logan, got any good stories? You know, from back in the day when you were all ‘lone wolf’ and whatnot?”

Logan shot him a sideways glance, clearly not in the mood for chit-chat. “No.”

Wade pouted dramatically. “Aw, come on! I bet you’ve got some wild tales. Maybe a bar brawl or two? A tussle with some bad guys? Or maybe a romantic escapade?”

“Shut up, Wade,” Logan growled, his patience wearing thin.

Alexandria, despite her pain, couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the exchange. There was something almost amusing about Wade’s relentless banter and Logan’s gruff refusal to engage. It was like watching a dog trying to catch its own tail—endlessly entertaining and equally pointless.

After a few more minutes of silence, Logan finally spoke again. “There’s a town up ahead. We’ll stop there and get you patched up.”

Alexandria didn’t protest this time. She knew she didn’t have much of a choice. The pain was becoming unbearable, and she was starting to feel lightheaded. She leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes and trying to focus on her breathing.

Wade, sensing the shift in mood, decided to dial back his usual antics. “Hey, don’t worry,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. “We’ll get you fixed up in no time. Then it’s back to kicking ass and taking names.”

Alexandria didn’t respond, her mind too foggy to come up with a snarky reply. The pain was overwhelming her, and she could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness. She tried to fight it, but it was a losing battle.

Logan noticed her slumping in the backseat and cursed under his breath. “Damn it,” he muttered, glancing at Wade. “Keep her awake.”

Wade immediately turned in his seat, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. “Hey, hey, no sleeping on the job! Come on, stay with us.”

Alexandria’s eyes fluttered open, but it was clear she was struggling. Her vision was blurry, and her head felt like it was filled with cotton. She tried to focus on Wade’s voice, but it was like trying to hold onto a wisp of smoke.

“Stay with me, okay?” Wade continued, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “We’re almost there. Just a little longer.”

Logan pressed down harder on the gas pedal, the truck speeding through the darkened landscape. He knew they didn’t have much time. Alexandria’s wounds were serious, and if they didn’t stop the bleeding soon, she wouldn’t make it.

As they neared the small town, Logan spotted a rundown motel on the outskirts. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. He pulled into the parking lot, the truck skidding to a halt. Without wasting any time, he jumped out and opened the back door, reaching in to help Alexandria out.

Wade was already out of the truck, opening the motel door with a flourish. “Welcome to your five-star accommodations!” he announced, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

Logan ignored him, his focus solely on getting Alexandria inside. She was barely conscious, her body limp in his arms as he carried her into the room. He laid her down on the bed, quickly assessing her wounds.

“Damn it, she’s lost a lot of blood,” Logan muttered, his hands moving with practiced precision as he worked to stop the bleeding. “Wade, grab the first aid kit from the truck.”

Wade didn’t need to be told twice. He sprinted back to the truck and returned with the kit, handing it to Logan. “Here you go, Doc. Think you can patch her up?”

Logan didn’t answer, already working to clean and bandage the wounds. His hands were steady, his movements efficient and methodical. He had done this more times than he could count, and each time it never got any easier.

Alexandria winced as Logan applied pressure to the wound on her abdomen, her eyes fluttering open for a brief moment. “You… don’t have to…” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Shut up,” Logan growled, not unkindly. “Just stay still.”

Wade hovered nearby, uncharacteristically quiet as he watched Logan work. He wasn’t used to seeing Logan like this—so focused, so determined. It was a side of him that Wade rarely got to see, and it was clear that Logan cared more than he let on.

After what felt like an eternity, Logan finally finished bandaging Alexandria’s wounds. He sat back, wiping the sweat from his brow. “That should hold for now,” he muttered, his voice gruff.

She glanced between Wade who stood leaning against the wall, his mask now off eating a bag of peanuts he must’ve found somewhere, and Logan who was in front of her.

Alexandria sat up on the lumpy bed, “you sure we can’t leave now? I feel fine.”

Logan shot Alexandria a look that was more irritated than concerned. "You’re not fine, kid. You just bled all over the backseat and nearly passed out. Sit your ass down."

Alexandria frowned but didn’t argue further. She leaned back against the lumpy pillows, her hand absently touching the fresh bandages. The motel room was dingy, the wallpaper peeling and the smell of stale cigarettes lingering in the air. It wasn’t exactly the X-Mansion, but it was better than bleeding out on the side of the road.

Wade tossed another peanut into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "You know, she’s got a point, Logan. We can’t stay here forever. The motel’s got that ‘murder scene in a bad horror movie’ vibe, and I’m not sticking around to see if there’s a sequel."

Logan ignored him, his attention on Alexandria. "We’re not moving until you’ve had some rest. You’re not going to do anyone any good if you collapse halfway through the drive."

Alexandria sighed, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. She wasn’t used to this—being taken care of, being told to rest. She had spent her life fighting, surviving, pushing through the pain. The idea of sitting still while others worried about her was foreign, uncomfortable.

But she also couldn’t sleep, not without the mind blocker that Hank made her to keep out other people’s dreams. “I can’t.” She said looking over to Logan. “I don’t have my mind blocker. No mind blocker, no sleep.”

“You don’t need that thing to sleep,” he said gruffly. “Just close your eyes and rest.”

Alexandria shook her head, her frustration evident. “You don’t understand. I’ll end up in someone else’s dreams- or worse, they’ll end up in mine.”

Wade, still leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow. “Dream-weaving, huh? That’s gotta make for some interesting nights. But seriously, you can’t keep running on empty. Even superheroes need their beauty sleep.”

“Not really a superhero,” Alexandria muttered.

Logan’s gaze narrowed, his tone firm. “You’re bleeding through those bandages and can barely keep your eyes open. You need rest.”

“Is there a store nearby?” Wade interrupted, tossing the empty peanut bag aside. “Maybe we can find something to knock her out. You know, something strong enough to keep her from dream-hopping.”

Logan glared at Wade, then looked back at Alexandria. “We’re not drugging her.”

She leaned forward, “that’s a good idea. Although I suppose there are no strong sedatives around like HYDRA used. But 3 bottles of melatonin will do.”

Logan shook his head, clearly exasperated but also a little concerned. “Melatonin? Three bottles? You’re not serious.”

Alexandria shrugged, wincing as the movement tugged at her shoulder wound. “I don’t need much. Just enough to keep me under without letting the dreams in. HYDRA used to give us something stronger, but I’ll make do.”

Wade piped up from the corner, his interest piqued. “Sounds like a plan! I could run to the nearest store and grab some, no problem. Maybe pick up some snacks while I’m at it. What do you guys want? Twizzlers? Doritos? Those little chocolate-covered pretzels?”

Logan glared at him, but there was no real heat behind it. “You’re not running off to the store. We’re not drugging her with a ridiculous amount of melatonin either. We’ll figure something else out.”

Alexandria’s frustration was growing. She wasn’t used to this—people debating over what was best for her, trying to take care of her. It felt alien and uncomfortable, and she didn’t like it one bit. “You don’t understand,” she said, her voice sharper than she intended. “I can’t just sleep like normal people. The dreams- they’re not always mine. I can’t control it without the blocker.”

Logan’s expression softened just a fraction, a rare moment of understanding in his usually gruff demeanor. “We’re not at the mansion, and we don’t have Hank’s fancy gadget, so we’ll have to improvise. You’re not getting loaded up on pills. You need real rest, not a drugged coma.”

Alexandria’s gaze was unwavering, her resolve clear despite the pain that etched lines into her pale face. “And how do you suggest I do that?” she challenged, her voice quiet but laced with a sharp edge. “I can’t just turn it off, Logan. My powers don’t work that way.”

Logan didn’t answer immediately. He wasn’t good with words, especially when it came to things as complicated as what Alexandria was dealing with. But he knew enough about suffering through nightmares, both literal and metaphorical, to understand a fraction of her struggle.

His own healing factor had its perks, but it didn’t shield him from the horrors that played out in his mind when he finally allowed himself to sleep. And the idea of being trapped in someone else’s nightmares? That was something he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

“We’ll figure something out,” he finally said, his tone gruff but not unkind. “But we’re not drugging you into oblivion. Not gonna happen.”

Alexandria sighed, leaning her head back against the headboard. The pain in her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen was relentless, a constant reminder of how vulnerable she was right now. Vulnerability wasn’t something she was used to; it didn’t sit well with her, not one bit.

She was a soldier, trained to push through pain, to ignore her body’s weaknesses, but she was also practical. She knew when she was beaten, and right now, she was on the losing side.

“Fine,” she muttered, closing her eyes briefly as a wave of dizziness washed over her. “But don’t blame me when I end up in your dreams. Or you end up in mine.”

Wade, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during this exchange, perked up at the mention of dream-walking. “Ooh, that could be fun! Imagine the possibilities- Logan’s dreams are probably a mix of violent bar fights, wild animal chases, and maybe, just maybe, a tender moment or two where he hugs a puppy.”

Logan shot him a withering glare that could have sent lesser men running for cover. “Shut up, Wade. I’m not in the mood for your crap.”

Wade just grinned, unphased by Logan’s usual brand of hostility. “I’m just saying, if she ends up in your dreams, we might finally get to see the softer side of you. You know, the one that secretly enjoys long walks on the beach and candlelit dinners.”

Logan’s patience was wearing thinner by the second. “You keep talking, and I’ll show you the softer side of my fist.”

“Alright, alright, I get it- no beach walks for you,” Wade conceded, though the grin never left his face. He turned his attention back to Alexandria, his tone becoming somewhat more serious. “Look, kid, I know it’s not easy, but we’ve got to play the hand we’re dealt. You’re hurt, you’re exhausted, and you need rest. If the dreams come, they come. We’ll deal with it when we get there. Right now, you need to sleep.”

Alexandria opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling. She knew they were right—Wade, in his own twisted way, and Logan, with his gruff sense of responsibility. But knowing didn’t make it any easier to accept. She had spent so long relying on her own strength, on her own ability to control her powers, that the idea of surrendering to something as mundane as sleep without her usual safeguards felt like admitting defeat.

With a heavy sigh, Alexandria finally nodded. “Alright,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’ll try.”

Logan nodded in return, his expression softening just a fraction. “Good. That’s all we can ask.”

Wade, never one to miss an opportunity to lighten the mood, clapped his hands together. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, how about a bedtime story? Something to lull you into sweet dreams. I’ve got this great one about a mercenary who- ”

“Wade,” Logan interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Shut up.”

Wade pouted, but there was no real bite behind it. “Fine, fine. No bedtime story. But if you need a lullaby, you know where to find me.”

Alexandria couldn’t help but smirk, despite the pain and exhaustion weighing her down. “I’ll keep that in mind,” she murmured, her eyes already starting to drift closed.

Logan stood from the edge of the bed, giving her one last, assessing look before turning to Wade. “Keep an eye on her,” he said quietly, though his voice held the same edge of command it always did. “If she starts to dream-walk, you wake me up. Understood?”

Wade gave a mock salute. “Aye aye, Captain. I’ll keep watch like a hawk.”

Logan grunted in response, then headed for the door. “I’ll be outside. Don’t do anything stupid.”

As the door clicked shut behind him, Wade settled into the rickety chair in the corner of the room, his usual playful demeanor giving way to something quieter, more introspective. He watched as Alexandria’s breathing evened out, her body finally succumbing to the exhaustion that had been pulling at her for hours.

For a moment, he considered all the things he could do—draw a mustache on her face, take a selfie with her, or maybe even give her a gentle nudge to see if she’d end up in his dreams. But he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he just sat there, watching over her like some twisted guardian angel, the usual chaos of his mind taking a backseat to something that almost resembled concern.

---

“You cannot enter until you learn your lesson.” The woman said slowly in Russian. “Your actions have consequences, child.”

“I did nothing wrong!” A young Alexandria cried out.

“You tried to help another prisoner. That's irresponsible.” The woman said, who was a head scientist at HYDRA. The same one that she first saw when she was brought to HYDRA.

The woman had thrown Alexandria out into the cold, snowy Russian terrain. They had a small field outside that was rarely used for recreation. HYDRA wasn’t kind. Instead, it was used as punishment. All Alexandria had was the thin grey prisoner outfit with thin socks that were already drenched with the freezing snow.

A tear fell down Alexandria’s cheek, almost immediately stinging her cheek due to the freezing temperature.

“Thirty hours, Alexandria. If you haven't learned your lesson by then... then the punishment will be even worse.” The woman closed the heavy metal door to inside the base, leaving Alexandria outside in the cold with no food or protection from the heavy snowstorm.

---

Wade was still in the chair, his head lolling to the side as he snored softly. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the air conditioner, and Logan closing the door.

He woke up shaking his head, “wow, what a weird dream. They were speaking some other language I didn’t understand.”

Logan took a swig of a whiskey bottle he found, glancing at Alexandria. “You dumb fuck. They were speaking Russian, weren’t they?”

Wade looked at her sleeping form as well, “oh- yeah, I guess that makes sense. That dream was so realistic. I could almost feel the cold.”

Logan shook his head at Wade in annoyance and took a seat at the edge of the bed, close by Alexandria’s feet.

“Help me.” She mumbled in Russian, turning on her side.

Logan’s brow furrowed as he watched Alexandria shift in her sleep, the words escaping her lips like a distant echo. He took another swig from his whiskey bottle, the bitter liquid doing little to numb the unease creeping up his spine. Alexandria’s sleep had been fitful, her dreams casting shadows that seemed almost tangible, even in her unconscious state.

Wade frowned, looking at Logan. “You think she’s dreaming about something bad?”

Logan took another pull from the bottle, his eyes never leaving Alexandria. “Yeah. It’s probably not a pleasant memory.” He paused, letting the silence hang in the air. “She’s got a lot of those.”

Wade shifted in his seat, trying to make sense of the fragments of the dream. “I could almost feel the snow. It was like I was there, seeing through her eyes.”

Logan grunted in agreement, though his attention was on Alexandria’s face, twisted in an expression of pain even in sleep. “Dreams can be powerful like that. Especially for someone like her.”

---

She wasn’t sure how long it had been since she had been out here. Her fingers were already numb and burning, and her wet clothes didn’t help her either.

There was no materials to create a fire, all of it wet from the constant downpour of snow.

For a while, she had banged on the metal door until her knuckles bled. Then she gave up, and sat under an old weight rack that covered part of her body.

Alexandria looked around past the gated fence, part of her hoping, wishing, and even praying like mama and papa did.

But no one came, not after her cries for help and her apologies to the impenetrable metal door.

She wanted to follow mama, papa, and Mikhail to the afterlife, but before she could close her eyes and surrender, the metal door opened.

---

By the time she opened her eyes, it was already early morning. The sun painted a faint orange hue into the room, but not bright enough to keep Wade awake, who was sleeping in the chair.

Logan wasn’t in the room, but she could smell the faint bitterness of some sort of alcohol. The dream, or memory, had made her cold, so without thinking she grabbed Logan’s leather jacket that was on the TV stand and put it on.

It was much bigger than her, she was somewhat taller than average, but still quite skinny thanks to the malnourishment she sustained at HYDRA.

Alexandria opened the motel door and walked outside, shutting it quietly behind her. She saw Logan by the truck, the hood popped open.

“Figured you’d be up early,” Alexandria said, her voice rough from sleep and the remnants of her dream. She wrapped Logan’s oversized leather jacket tighter around her thin frame. The cold made the pain from her wounds more pronounced, but she tried to ignore it.

Logan glanced up from the engine, his expression inscrutable. “What’re you doing out here? Thought you’d be getting some more sleep.”

“I was cold,” she said simply. “And I couldn’t stay in there.”

Logan grunted, his eyes shifting from Alexandria to the engine. “Ain’t exactly the Ritz in here. What’s got you up?”

Alexandria looked away, trying to shake off the remnants of her dream. “Bad dreams.”

Logan’s gaze softened for a moment before he returned his attention to the truck. “You should talk to someone about that. Dreams like that don’t just go away on their own.”

“Not much point,” Alexandria said. “Memories have a hard time fading away.” She shrugged, before putting her elbows on the truck and her chin on her fist. “And Wade was snoring. Hard to fall back asleep even if I wanted to.”

As the sun continued its slow climb into the sky, Alexandria tried to shake off the remnants of her dream. The pain from her wounds was a constant companion, but she managed to ignore it, focusing instead on the task of getting through the day. She glanced back at the motel, where Wade was still snoozing, oblivious to the early morning exchange.

“Hey,” Logan said, breaking the silence. “You want some coffee or something? There’s a diner down the road.”

Alexandria considered it for a moment. “Sure. I could use something warm.” She shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn’t aggravate her wounds. “Just… don’t expect me to be chatty.”

Logan gave her a rare, almost encouraging nod. “No worries. Just figured you could use a break from the cold. And maybe get a decent meal in you.”

She gestured to the motel room, “we don’t have to bring him, do we?”

Logan opened the driver’s seat, “fuck no. But he’ll probably show up out of nowhere anyways. Get in.” She opened the door when he glanced at her, “and close the jacket, your shirt’s covered in blood.”

Alexandria glanced down and realized that the shirt she was still in was covered in old, dried blood. She zipped the jacket and hopped into the truck.

The truck rumbled to life, and Logan threw a casual glance in Alexandria's direction. "You okay? Anything else you need before we head out?"

Alexandria shook her head, her voice still rough from sleep. "No, I’m fine. Just... trying to get warm."

Logan nodded and pulled the truck onto the road. The early morning sun cast a pale light over the landscape, but it wasn’t enough to dispel the lingering effects of the cold that had settled into Alexandria’s body. The two of them drove in silence for a while, the only sound being the low hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tires.

"Dreams are a bitch," Logan finally said, breaking the silence. "You want to talk about what happened?"

Alexandria shifted uncomfortably, her wounds throbbing slightly with each movement. "Not really. Just... a bad memory."

Logan grunted in acknowledgment, eyes focused on the road ahead. "Yeah, well, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Just remember, there’s a difference between ignoring it and dealing with it."

She didn’t respond, instead staring out the window at the passing scenery. Her thoughts were still tangled up in the remnants of her dream, the icy cold of her past blending with the present discomfort.

A few minutes later, Logan pulled into a small diner that looked like it hadn’t seen a lot of business in recent years. The sign outside advertised ‘Hot Coffee & Fresh Breakfast’, a welcome promise after the cold of the morning.

As they walked into the diner, Alexandria tried to adjust the oversized jacket, her movements stiff and cautious. The warmth of the diner was a relief, but it also made her more aware of the pain from her injuries. Logan led the way to a booth in the corner and slid into one side, gesturing for Alexandria to sit across from him.

“And I’m not buying you that sugary coffee drink you like.” Logan said, looking over the menu.

She peaked her head out from hers, a slight pout forming, “why not?”

Logan glanced up from his menu, the faintest trace of a smirk tugging at his lips. "You can get that sugary crap on your own time. We’re here to eat, not to indulge your sweet tooth."

Alexandria raised an eyebrow, her pout deepening. "It’s just coffee, Logan. It’s not like I’m asking for dessert.”

“Dessert’s probably not a great idea either,” Logan said gruffly. “Not with your current condition. Stick to something simple.”

“Fine,” Alexandria grumbled, flipping through the menu with a practiced disinterest. She was getting a sugary coffee, no matter what he said. Although they didn’t have an iced white chocolate mocha, so she was going to have to settle for something else.

The waitress, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a warm smile, approached their table. “Good morning, folks. What can I get you?”

Logan gave his order- eggs and bacon, a black coffee- and then turned to Alexandria.

“I’ll have the double stack of pancakes and a caramel frappe,” Alexandria said with a small, defiant smile, looking up at the waitress.

Logan shot her a disapproving look as the waitress nodded and jotted down the orders before heading off to the kitchen. Logan settled back into his booth, his eyes flicking between Alexandria and the window, clearly lost in thought. Alexandria, meanwhile, tried to ignore the dull throb of her injuries, focusing instead on the warmth that was slowly seeping into her bones.

Logan’s eyes softened slightly as he studied her. “You sure you don’t want to talk about that dream? Could help get it off your chest.”

Alexandria didn’t show any signs of response, choosing to stare out the window. She had never told anyone about what happened to her at HYDRA, although to be far she had only been at the school for a few months.

When she spoke, Logan was shocked but kept his expression neutral. “When I was nine, there was a new kid brought in. He was around 5 years old, didn’t speak Russian and only a little English. He reminded me of myself when I was first brought there.”

“I had been there for 6 years at that point, and the boy wasn’t used to the little bit of porridge they would give us for the day. So, I would give mine to him. They found out after 3 days and said that I was disobeying them and they had to punish me for it. The woman threw me out into the recreational field that was never used and kept me out there for thirty hours. In that part of Russia, it snows heavily and is almost always below freezing.”

Alexandria stared down at the sleeve of Logan's leather jacket, her voice low but tinged with a raw edge. “When they brought me back inside, they had one more punishment for me. They ended up killing that boy in front of me all because I had given him my food.”

The words hung heavy in the air, their gravity settling over the booth. Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, just took a long sip of his black coffee. Alexandria’s gaze remained fixed on the jacket as if it could offer some kind of solace or escape from the memories she had just shared.

The waitress returned with their breakfast, setting down a stack of pancakes and a caramel frappe in front of Alexandria, and a plate of eggs and bacon for Logan. Alexandria barely acknowledged the food, her attention still drifting through her painful recollections. Logan glanced at the pancakes with a look of mild disapproval but said nothing.

The conversation had shifted, but the silence between them was filled with the unspoken weight of Alexandria's revelation. Logan’s usual gruff exterior softened just enough to show a flicker of concern. He took another sip of his coffee, staring out the window as if searching for the right words.

“Shit, Alexandria,” he finally said, breaking the silence. “That’s rough. You didn’t deserve any of that.”

Alexandria shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, though the pain in her eyes betrayed her. “It’s not about what I deserved. It’s what happened. I don’t expect anyone to understand, or care.”

Logan gave her a pointed look. “I get it more than you might think. Doesn’t mean you’ve gotta keep it all bottled up. Sometimes talking helps, even if it doesn’t fix things.”

She looked at him, her gaze steady. “I’m not good at talking. I’m better at... handling things on my own.”

Logan grunted, pushing his plate aside as he finished his coffee. “Handling things on your own can work, but sometimes it’s better to let someone in. Helps to lighten the load, even if just a little.”

Alexandria took a sip of her frappe, the sweetness of it a stark contrast to the bitterness of her memories. “You’re making it sound like you’ve got experience in this department.”

Logan’s eyes met hers, his expression unreadable. “Let’s just say I’ve seen my fair share of shit. Doesn’t make it easier, but sometimes it helps to talk about it, even if it’s just to get it out.”

She mulled over his words, her fingers tracing patterns on the table. “Maybe. But right now, I just want to focus on getting better. Deal with the stuff that’s actually in front of me.”

“Fair enough,” Logan said, his tone softening slightly. “Just remember, you don’t have to go through it alone. We’re here. You’ve got people who care, even if you don’t always see it.”

Alexandria nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the window. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

They ate in silence, the clinking of cutlery and the low hum of conversations around them filling the gaps between their words. Logan's attention was split between his meal and the occasional glance at Alexandria, who was lost in her own thoughts.

The doorbell dinged as another person entered. Wade, who was still suited up, came to stand by the table, “you geriatric fucker.” He pointed at Logan before putting a hand on Alexandria’s uninjured shoulder, bringing her closer to him. “You’re poisoning the child’s mind.” He covered her eyes with his hand, “this fucker clearly has no niceness in a single one of his shiny metal bones.”

Logan sipped his coffee in response and Alexandria moved Wade’s hand away from her face.

Wade plopped down next to Logan, grinning as if he’d just pulled off a grand prank. “So, did you two have a heart-to-heart while I was snoozing?”

Alexandria shot him a tired look, her fingers still wrapped around her caramel frappe. “Not exactly a heart-to-heart. Just... talking.”

Wade raised an eyebrow, his grin fading as he noticed the subdued mood around the table. “You’re not exactly glowing. What’s eating you?”

Alexandria shrugged, her eyes drifting back to the window. “Just... old memories. Nothing new.”

Wade’s expression softened, but he still couldn’t resist a jab. “Ah, the classic ‘I don’t want to talk about it’ move. Well, at least you’ve got pancakes now. Nothing like syrup to make everything a little better.”

Logan grunted, focusing on his meal. “It’s not always that simple, Wade.”

Wade shot a curious glance at Logan. “Oh, are we getting deep now? Didn’t think you were into that kind of thing.”

Logan glared at Wade, clearly annoyed. “I’m not. Just saying there’s more to it than stuffing your face with food.”

Wade looked at Alexandria and gestured to Logan, “honey badger here was raised on boiled potatoes and chowder.”

“Fuck off, mouth.” Logan responded.

Wade continued, “see, this geriatric man here has a lot of tricks up his sleeve on how to turn nice, kind, young children into mean ones. Doesn’t help that’s he’s older than the state of Michigan itself.”

Logan grunted, clearly irritated. “Shut up, Wade. You’ve got a real talent for pissing me off.”

Wade’s grin didn’t waver. “Hey, I’m just here to lighten the mood. Can’t have you grumbling all the time.”

Alexandria took a sip of her caramel frappe, trying to ignore the banter. Her wounds throbbed under the bandages Logan had applied, a constant reminder of her recent ordeal. The warmth of the diner was comforting, but it didn’t do much to ease the pain or the memories that had surfaced.

But having Wade around wasn’t that bad.

Not at all.

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