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eddiesxangel · 2 years ago

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Redemption| Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: after committing a petty crime, Eddie is forced to work community at a retirement home; what he didn’t expect was the pretty girl at the front desk, you. This is so self-indulgent don't come for me

Word count: 3.8k

Cw: mutual pining, male masturbation, Perv!Eddie, Dom!Eddie/ Sub!reader, unprotected sex, corruption kink? breeding kink, sex at work. (Briefly proofread)

An: after 85 years I finally got around to finishing this! It’s not where I thought it would go originally bc it was just suppose to be a fluff piece but the horny gremlin took over

Boredom wasn't even a way to describe how you were feeling. The phones were dead, the day had been dragging on, and it was not even 12:00pm. The residents of the home were also not doing you any favours. Having to repeat yourself about six times in a row at the top of your lungs was starting to get old; your day had just not been going the way you wanted. Any other day, you'd be happy to help, happy to repeat yourself, but today was not one of those days. You were irritated and annoyed; your work bestie was off today, so you couldn't even complain to her about your shit day.

A sigh of relief fills you when the phone rings, a rare occasion, but today has been so slow you were begging for something to do.

"Sunny Acres Retirement Home! How may I help you?" your customer service voice was overly sweet, too sweet. However you can't seem to turn it off, being the people pleaser that you are.

"Jesus Christ'' You hear mumbled from the other end of the line.

"Hello? How can I help you?" you roll your eyes, having to repeat yourself, but keep up the chipper act.

"Yeah, listen, I was assigned to do community hours at this place, and I need to talk to a manager." Damn, this guy had an attitude.

"Yeah! Sure thing. Can I get your name, please?"

"Seriously?"

What the fuck crawled up this guy's ass?

"It's company policy, Sir." You rolled your eyes again, not wanting to deal with more bullshit.

"Eddie"

"One moment, Eddie, I'll transfer your call." You put him on hold and transferred him to the manager with a good luck warning.

The next day, you were in much better spirits; your work bestie was with you, it was casual Friday, and you were allowed to wear jeans instead of business casual attire.

It was around 1:00pm when you saw Chief Hopper walk in accompanied by someone you had not recognized.

"Hey Hopps," you greet him with a smile.

"Hey, you." He said with a smile.

You and Chief Hopper had a friendly relationship because you're close friends with his girlfriend's oldest, Jonathan.

"To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Brought in another delinquent for you to roughhouse into shape" he steps out of the way.

Your giggle dies as you lock eyes with the prettiest boy you've ever seen.

"This is Edward; he is here to complete two hundred hours of community service, and he will be starting today."

"It's Eddie," you hear him mumble under his breath.

Oh so this is the jackass you spoke to on the phone yesterday... a really cute jackass.

He looked to be around your age, but you didn't recognize him. You'd only been in town since the second half of senior year, hating your parents for making your move to a new school so close to graduating. You have been in Hawkins six years now you're here working 9-5 as a receptionist at Sunny Acres Retirement Home.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie." You introduce yourself and proceed to call the manager to let her know he is here. Once Hopper leaves and your manager shows him around, you immediately call your best friend, Robin's, extension.

"Get over here now! We have a code, hottie," you whisper into the phone. Whenever you see a cute person enter the building, whether it be adult grandchildren, paramedics, or firefighters, you always let one another know when there is one on the premises. No less than two minutes later, she approaches your desk.

"Where are they?"

" There," you point to the dining room directly across from your desk as he is being given a tour of the building.

"Eddie Munson?!" she half yells before covering her mouth.

"You know him?" you ask excitedly.

"Know him? He's the town freak," she scoffs.

"I'm sure he is a freak, alright?" You wiggle your brows at her."

"I'm serious! He's bad news."

"Clearly, he is doing community service hours."

"Seriously? That is what you're into?" she giggles.

"I don't know? There is something about him?" You bite your lip as you check him out from afar. He turns back to walk towards you, and you quickly look away, not wanting to be caught.

You've always been into bad boys, but your golden retriever, good girl image, always scared them away.

Eddie notices you staring at him because you're not very subtle. He isn't mad that he caught you staring because he felt that you were checking him out rather than judging him. Unlike your co-worker standing beside you...

Just his luck, he recognized Robin from high school. She was always neutral towards him and didn't say much, but he knew how the people in this town operated. She would turn you against him in no time.

"Buckley." He nodded.

"Munson," she mimicked back.

You watched the scene play out, hoping she would introduce you. Wrong. She goes straight in for the kill.

"My friend thinks you're cute." She points her thumb at you, and you immediately slap her shoulder as a gut reaction.

"Robin?!" you scold her. Mortified about what she admitted to him just to break an awkward silence, you feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole.

Eddie gives you a cocky smirk before the manager comes back to continue with the tour.

"Why do you hate me? Did I do something? Are you punishing me?" you whine.

"You know I just blurt out things when I get uncomfortable!"

All you can do is roll your eyes, you loved the girl, but she could be really dense.

Eddie couldn't stop thinking about your brief interaction all night. Was Robin telling the truth? Did you really think he was cute? Or was she teasing? He hoped that she had grown up since high school and was telling the truth because he also thought you were cute, like really, really cute. He hadn't seen you before, and Hawkins was a small town; he must have known you from somewhere? He wraps his brain around any memories of your face, but he comes up empty. He had to find out more about you. He needed to know you. Something about you infatuated him so much. He thought about how your body looked in the adorable outfit you had on. He thought about what was under the outfit to... Maybe being forced to volunteer his time at Sunny Acres wouldn't be the worst thing that happened to him after all...

The next day, you were assigned to show Eddie some of the duties he was to do for the residents. Talk to them, run bingo, help them with their phone if the line was giving them any trouble, or their TV if they put in the wrong input, serve them beverages, and get to know them and keep them company. A lot of them don't have families or anyone to come visit them. The staff are their family. That was the main reason you stayed at this job for so long.

Eddie was quiet the whole orientation. The tension from yesterday was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Small talk was not your strong suit; you dreaded it, but you also really wanted to talk with Eddie, so you went for it.

"So what did they book you for? Steal candy from a kid on the playground?" trying to make light of the situation.

"Murder," he deadpans to you.

"Ha ha. Nice try. They don't give community hours to murderers." you couldn't keep your eyes on the task in front of you.

He was dead silent, but you could feel his eyes burning into you.

"Okay, don't tell me; I'll just keep guessing until you do." you gave a cheeky smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Another eye roll was shot your way, but you swore you saw a glint of something behind those eyes.

"So what was it? Trespassing? Vandalism? shoplifting? Public intoxication? Speeding?" you raise a brow at him.

Eddie just smirked and shook his head as you interrogated him. Your bubbly personality was nothing compared to his. He noticed how you would light up the room when you walked in. The residents of the home adored you, and he could see why. You were one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen; your eyes sparkled, and he loved how you styled yourself. He wasn't used to being so infatuated by someone so cutesy. He noticed you wore a lot of pink and has yet to see you in anything black. He thought of what you would look like with black underwear... then he snapped back out of his thoughts. He tried to think of something less sexy, but as he was trying to do so, your top slipped down when you went to reach for the deck of cards across from you. He caught a glimpse of the frilly light yellow bra you had on under your top.

Eddie noticed the room was getting hotter, or was that just him? You made him nervous; he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of you more than he already has. He felt shame that we had to be waltzed in here by the chief of police, never mind what offence he committed. So he stayed quiet, not wanting the next thing to come out of his mouth to be offensive or crass. So he kept quiet, not saying anything or indulging in the conversation more than he had to.

Another week went by, and you still hardly spoke to Eddie. Work was unbelievably slow yet again. you thought that would give you a chance to speak with Eddie, but you hardly had time to see him because the residents kept hogging him. That was until your manager asked for you to help with the Bingo because everyone decided to show up today. Eddie was in charge of rolling and placing, and you were in charge of announcing and checking.

This was it, this was your chance to speak to him...

"How do you like it here so far?"

"It's fine I guess." He mumbled.

"Everyone really loves you." You smiled.

Eddie gave you a look that said what the fuck?

“No really! … Do you not like it here?” What you were really asking was do you not like being around me?

"Don't you get it? How can I serve these snotty rich people when all they do is look down on someone like me?"

"Eddie, are you blind? The residents love you."

Eddie scoffs at your confession. "I'm serious! When you are gone, Pat always asks where you are! And Linda always refers to you as her boyfriend, and I overheard Martha and June arguing over who got to braid your hair next. You're a real ladies' man around here," You giggle.

"A ladies man you say?" his mood slowly changes as he smirks at you. That made you blush, the heat rose to your cheeks as you looked away bashfully. He was just so pretty… and the way he looked at you like how he is now is making you so shy.

"Yeah, I'm kinda jealous of Linda, if I'm honest." You flirt. You feel like your stomach was in your ass by the time you finished the sentence.

"What's the next number! come on!" Bob yelled from the table. You had completely forgotten about the game.

Small glances were stolen throughout the following weeks. You would feel the heat rise to your cheeks every time he caught you, and you couldn't tell if he found it endearing or annoying. You never got a response out of Eddie after your admission to being jealous over an eighty-three-year-old.

Eddie definitely thought it was endearing and he can't seem to get you out of his head. He would think about you when he was alone in his room at night. He would think about how you always smelled like marshmallows, how your hair looked so cute with the little bow you put in it occasionally, or how you tease him by wearing those short skirts with stockings underneath. He knew you were teasing him. Everyone else bought the Goodie Two Shoes act, but not Eddie. He saw right through it, and he was fed up. He felt like if he didn't have you, he would actually explode.

Eddie had been watching you from afar this whole time. He would sneak around your desk, finding things he could take home with him as a keepsake. Like little doodles you would leave out, or the pen you were using, or your lip balm. The best was when you left your purse out, and he got a chance to take the travel-size perfume that was lying there on top of everything. There was a reason he got booked for defacing public property and not theft. Theft he was good at.

Eddie sprayed his pillow with your perfume and then used your lip balm that smelled and tasted like strawberries, fuck, everything about you was so sweet: your personality, looks and smell, even your fucking lip balm. He thought about how his lips were touching the thing that touched yours as he applied it to his own, and his dick got hard. Then he thought about how your strawberry lips would look around his hard cock.

You were taking over Eddie's senses as he began to tug at his cock. He thought about how he would love to flip up your skirt and fucking you in one of the empty rooms. His imagination ran wild. He thought about your voice, how your tits would look bouncing in that frilly yellow bra he got a peek at. He wanted you in every position, especially under him. He knew you would be the perfect little sub for him. He needed you to be; he was so close to cumming. He thought about you crying from how much you needed his cock to fill you. He thought about how good you would look and feel swallowing his cock. He needed to take what he thought, no needed to believe, was your virgin pussy.

Eddie came so hard that night, the first night he indulged in his fantasies of you with your smell lingering in the air of his room. The mix of your sent with his was too much. He needed you, and he would do anything to try and get you.

"Ok, I can't take this anymore, you need to talk to him." Robin shook her head.

"And say what?"

"Yo Munson, come here!"

"Robin!" You scolded.

As Eddie approached, you felt your heart rate go up; you could hear the blood pumping in your ears. What on earth was she going to say now?

"Okay, I can't take watching you two dance around one another any longer." "She thinks you're cute. Okay..." Robin gestured to you. "Do you think she is cute?"

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just slowly nodded his head.

The tension broke when the shrill of phone ring broke you out of your trance and shook you a little. You just stared at the phone and Robin butted in.

“I’ll take it, you take your lunch” she gave you a wink and you looked to Eddie.

“I could eat.” and he wasn't talking about the chicken they were serving for lunch.

You felt your stomach do a flip-flip; you heard the insinuation in his tone.

"Um, uh- yeah. Okay." You cleared your throat and went to find an empty room for some privacy.

You guided Eddie up to the eighth floor. There were a lot of vacant rooms up there, and hardly anyone went in the west wing since no one was living there yet. The elevator ride up was silent; you felt an awkwardness, like Eddie was looking into your soul even though he wasn't even looking at you... The elevator dinged, and Eddie let you step out first, guiding him to the privacy he yearned for.

809 Eddie read on the door as you fumbled with the lock and key. Finally, you opened the lock and guided him inside. The room was completely empty; it echoed a little as your footsteps filled it.

"So..." You started but Eddie had no time for talking. He wanted you and he wanted you now.

Eddie surprised you by cupping your face and kissing you passionately. No one had ever kissed you like this before; it was strong and hard but also careful.

"You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart." He spoke into your mouth. The kissing got more and more sensual. You ran your hands up his middle before you knew what was happening he quickly turned you around and pressed you up against the wall.

"You think it's cute? Teasing me for weeks with your sweet little outfits?" Eddie's hand was wrapped around your mouth to keep you quiet as his fingers explored you meat of your ass.

"Mmmmmph" You were so scared someone would find you in the empty suite, but it also turned you on more than expected.

"What was that sweetheart? I didn't quite catch that?" His fingers found the waistband of your stockings and pulled them and your panties down with one swift motion. His hand loosened its grip on your jaw so you could speak.

"N-no," You whimpered. This was turning you on way more than it should. You thought you would come up here to talk; maybe he would ask you out on a date. You never thought you would be fucking!

"I don't believe you."

You felt your skirt flipped up and a cool breeze on your wet pussy.

"Tell me, sweetheart, has anyone ever filled this pussy?" Eddie asked as he ran a single finger through your wet folds.

"Yes," You admit shakily. You gripped Eddie's wrist of the hand that was clamped around your throat.

Eddie can't say he was surprised that you’ve had men before him. You were beautiful, smart, funny, adorable. It's too bad you had to be with them before he got a taste.

"What a shame you've had to suffer through that before meeting me, babydoll."

"Why is that?" you ask bravely.

Eddie chuckled darkly... "Because baby, I'm about to ruin you for all men."

That made you gulp. You can't believe you were about to fuck your crush in the middle of the work day. You didn't do stuff like this! you were a good girl, a rule follower.

Before you could think anymore about the consequences, Eddie, he slipped his throbbing cock into your needy pussy.

"Holy fuck!" You screamed, and Eddie's hand clamped back down over your mouth to keep you quiet.

Just when Eddie didn't think you could get any hotter, the curse word you let slip from your mouth made his cock twitch inside of you.

"Fuck me, you stretch me out so good," You whine, and Eddie thinks he will bust a nut right then and there. His perfect little angel had the mouth of a whore.

"Yes, you like that, don't you, you dirty little slut." Eddie jerked his hips up into you. It was sharp and hard and hit that delicious spot inside you each time. “You wanna be my good girl? Or my bad girl?”

“Good- oh fuck- good girl. I want to be your good girl!”

“That shut the fuck up and take it like I know you can”

"oh my god, you're so big." Your eyes rolled back into your head as he became more controlled with his rhythm. His hands gripped your hip, and he wrapped his hand in your hair, yanking your head back like he was riding you.

The view Eddie had was your ass bounced off his cock was making his head spin. He knew you would hand a perfect pussy. It was his now and only his.

"This pussy is mine now, understand? Im going to fill this pussy so good you won't know what to do for days. The only thing you're going to be thinking of is me and my fat cock."

All you could do was moan in response. "Yea you like that you dirty little whore. You like that I own this pussy now…” Eddie slowed down, he rolled his hips slowly into your pussy and he swore he saw the light “You have everyone convinced you're a goodgirl but all you are is a cumslut. Tell me how much you want my cum coating your walls"

"I want it so bad!" you cried.

You've never had a dick like this before. Eddie was right, he's ruined you for all men and he hadn't even made you cum... yet. You had full faith that he was able to do so because you could feel it. The warm fuzzy feeling was bubbling up in your core. Eddie had picked up the pace at your omission, and fuck if he wasn’t hitting your g spot with each delicious stroke of his cock hitting your walls.

"Fuck I'm going to cum!" You scream, all caution thrown to the wind, you'd forgotten where you were. The only thing you could think of was Eddie and his delicious cock.

"Fuck yes, babydoll. Come on this cock." Eddie's hand let go of your hair and wrapped it around your throat, pulling you flush to his body.

"More" You whisper.

"Greedy greedy girl."

"Please" You begged. You needed him to touch you.

"There is my good girl." His hand that had gripped your hip slid down and started playing with your swollen clit and your legs almost gave out.

"Next time, I'm keeping my word, and I'm going to eat this pretty little pussy." Eddie growled.

That did it for you; your inner walls squeezed, and you felt your orgasm rush through you. Eddie trusted in you as your body convulsed around him.

"Fuck you're so fucking tight," Eddie grits through his teeth, and he fights off his impending orgasm. He doesn't want this moment to end, he wants it to last forever. What if this is the last chance he has to feel your pussy wrapped around him?

"Please, Eddie, I want your cum! I want your cum so fucking bad, my pussy needs it."

That did it for Eddie, he let go and his hot seed was being shot into you with a roar.

After minutes of silence and heavy breathing, Eddie bent down and pulled up your panties and stockings for you, trapping his cum with it. You turn slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes, but Eddie doesn't allow it. He brings your cin up, guiding your eyes to look into his.

"Don't shy away from me now, babydoll. You're going to go back down to the lobby and finish the rest of your work day knowing my cum is going to be seeping through your pretty little panties, ok?" He ordered, and you dumbly nodded your head, still fucked out by the amazing dick you just received.

"Good girl" Eddie patted your ass, and you walked to the elevator with wobbly legs. Eddie laughed and held you stand straight before letting go before you reached the first floor.

You returned from your break fifteen minutes later than allotted, but Robin covered for you. You couldn't even look her in the eyes, and she knew you got freaky with the freak of Hawkins.

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areyouwell · 9 months ago

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Logan x angel!reader where the reader had to get medical treatment after a mission because her angel wings (that are apart of her mutation) were burned and partially damaged after battle, and Logan comes in to check up on her?

Tattered

Pairing: Logan Howlett x F!Mutant!Reader

Word count: 10K

A/N: first request! so i definitely took some creative license with this... i sort of just kept adding scenes and ideas but this concept was so fierce boots i couldn't help myself. hope this is what you have in mind <3 i have also elected, from now onwards, not to use warnings on my fics unless there's explicit content in which case it will simply just have MDNI in red.

I don't have a taglist for like, oneshots or requests rn so lmk if anyone would like to be added :)

“Watch your six, Icarus!” Scott’s voice crackled from your earpiece as you swooped over the battlefield, the feathers in your wings fluttering in the wind. Glancing behind back, you realised why Scott had alerted you, three drones tailed you with six red dots seeking out your presence. Fuck, this wasn’t good. Why did nothing ever go right? Why were there always fucking complications?

You tucked your wings in tight against your back as you joined the rest of the team inside the Blackbird. You’d always been conscious of how much room you often took up, and whilst your mutation was your pride and joy, it was a common occurrence to feel a little self conscious when trying to cram multiple people into a tight space. You never occupied any of the seats in the cockpit, your wings wouldn’t allow it, and it was never comfortable for you anyway, the way they would shift and bend at unnatural angles meant you’d constantly be shuffling around to stop the awkward ache in your shoulder blades.

Icarus. That was your name. Well, not your name, but that’s what they called you on account of your gleaming golden feathers. You thought it was a little mean, to be honest. You had no intention of flying too close to the sun anytime soon, but alas, you were stuck with it, and over time, you’d come to appreciate it. They weren’t far off anyway. You did have grand ideals, and dreams to become something more than just a freedom fighter. You wanted to change the world and make it a safer place where humans and mutants could live in harmony. You knew a lot of the hard graft was political, and Hank was doing wonders for mutant reputation, but you still would like to contribute something other than stopping mutant slave trades and taking down illegal, anti-mutant organisations.

That was the mission today. Some hate-crazed fuck had been building some kind of drone that could target the mutant gene. Kind of like the sentinels from years ago, but they’d been discontinued.

Thank fuck.

The muscles in your shoulders tensed slightly as Ororo and Logan finally joined the rest of you, deep in conversation about the inevitable upcoming battle. You tucked yourself further into the wall, cursing lowly as you hit your head against the steel.

Your relationship with Logan was… complicated, to say the least. The two of you instantly clicked when you met, finding yourself at ease with his gruff, surprisingly playful demeanour. You guessed he must have felt the same, since you noticed he would often seek you out during breaktimes, or take the seat next to you during meetings, sending you looks whenever Scott said something particularly leader-ish. You’d have to bite back a smile and attempt to keep your serious composure, lest anyone would think you weren’t taking the meeting seriously.

And then there was the night things shifted between you. It was late, possibly early hours of the morning. Your muscles ached from being unable to find a comfortable position to sleep in, the beds not exactly being tailored to suit those with extra limbs, and with a huff of irritation, you’d given up to head downstairs and fix yourself an Irish coffee. And whilst there was a serious lack of Irish whiskey in the school, you knew Logan had a bottle of bourbon hiding somewhere in the cupboards, out of reach for most of the younger kids.

You’d managed to clamber up onto the counter, perched precariously on the edge as you rifled around the top shelf, pulling down various unused cooking equipment before you finally came across the liquid gold. With a triumphant smile, you reached in further to wrap your fingers around the neck of the bottle, delicately pulling it from the depths of the cupboard. Only, it was stuck.

The screw top kept scraping against the top of the cupboard, and you grit your teeth as your fruitless yanking sent pots and pans clattering against each other. You seriously didn’t want to wake anyone only to have them come down and find you up on your knees, balancing on the thin space of the counter, elbow deep in the top cupboard and frantically pulling at a bottle of whiskey. Fuck knows what kind of an impression that would give, but it certainly wouldn’t have been the correct one.

Flaring your wings for balance, you completely misjudged the tips of your wingspan, knocking over an empty can of baked beans and sending it rolling onto the floor with a loud, deafening clang. You froze, attempting to quiet your breathing whilst you waited for the telltale sound of footsteps or the annoyed slam of a bedroom door. But your intense listening found nothing, the halls of the school blissfully quiet as you loosened your held breath.

Nothing. Everyone was still asleep.

You turned your attention back to the stubborn bottle, this time trying to gently manoeuvre it around the baking bowls and saucepans, teasing it from the small little hiding place like you would a scared child.

“Come… on.” You hissed with effort, finally freeing your vice from its trap with a final, harsh tug. Only, it was a little harsher than you’d have liked it to be. You grabbed the handle of the cupboard to your left to hold your balance, only for the door to swing open and provide absolutely no stability whatsoever.

You felt yourself fall backwards with a frantic, whispered curse, swinging with the cupboard door, and resigned yourself to the sore back you’d get from falling to the floor. Or, at least, you would have fallen to the floor, if it hadn’t been for the sudden appearance of a warm palm at the centre of your spine.

“Rough–”

You yelped at the unexpected voice behind you, you entire body jumping as if you were shocked by a socket.

“Stop screaming, it’s me,” Logan soothed with no small degree of subdued amusement. “Rough night?”

It wasn’t like he was asleep, more like dozing when he heard the soft padding of footsteps pass his door and head down the stairs. Knowing it was you, he assumed you’d just woken up thirsty and were heading down for a glass of water. His assumption proved incorrect when the clattering of pans and the clang of something hitting the floor broke the steady silence, and curiosity won over when he decided to investigate just exactly what it was you were doing.

What he wasn’t expecting was to find you clinging onto the cupboards for dear life, his bottle of whiskey clutched in one stubborn hand and your other gripping the open door of the shelf next to you. And it was pure instinct to lunge forward and steady you before you fell to the floor, though in the following moments, he convinced himself it was purely because he didn’t want you to wake up anyone else.

“What?” You asked in bewilderment, turning your head to see his brow raise at the bottle you had in your white knuckle grip. How the hell hadn’t you heard him? You’d stayed silent for at least five minutes before resuming your attempts to pull the bottle out. How the hell had he managed to still creep up on you?

“It’s two in the mornin’ and you’re makin’ a grab for whiskey. So, rough night?” He asked again, moving his hands from your back to your waist, steadying you as you clambered down from the countertop, and he did his best to ignore the feeling of your warm skin seeping through the thin nightshirt you were wearing. At least you were wearing shorts. Though, he counted that as both a blessing and a curse.

He liked you. Despite trying to gaslight himself otherwise, there were times when he truly couldn’t deny it. And this time was one of them. You looked a little dishevelled, hair slightly frizzy and out of place from tossing and turning, and it was one of the rare times he’d seen you without any makeup on. You never wore a lot, just enough to accent your already glowing features and cover any blemishes he thought you had no reason to feel self-conscious about.

You were so perfectly yourself, it was tricky for him not to fall in love with you.

Not that he had, of course. This was just a surface-level crush…

Yeah. Totally.

“You uh, yeah, you could say that. One of those nights, ya know?” You offered a small, slightly dejected smile, and his heart bled slightly. He knew. More than he could say, he knew exactly what you were talking about.

“You plannin’ on drinking yourself to sleep?” He asked with wry suspicion as you leaned against the counter, placing his bottle next to the kettle you still needed to flip on.

“The opposite, actually. Wanted to fix myself an Irish coffee. Seeing as I’m not sleeping tonight, might as well stay up.” You shrugged, finding the willpower to turn away from him and grab the ground coffee from the lower cupboard. Thankfully, it didn’t put up the same kind of fight as the bottle.

It was getting increasingly difficult to ignore the electricity humming from where his hands were still against your waist, though his grip was lighter than when he’d helped you down. It truly wasn’t decent to detail the things you were thinking at that moment, and you had to force yourself to think of unsexy things.

“We have a mission in two days and you’re pullin’ an all-nighter?” He asked, his brows pinching in badly concealed concern. Your heavy sigh did nothing to quench his worry.

“What’m I supposed to do? You try sleeping in a bed that’s too small with wings that stretch to either side of the room,” You huffed, flicking down the switch on the kettle and spooning a good two heaps of coffee grounds into the cafetiere. “Doesn’t matter what position. On my back or my side, shit’s so fucking uncomfortable it almost hurts.”

“Why not sleep on your front?”

You snapped back to look at him, eyes hardening to steel. “No. Never sleep on my front.”

You’d said it with so much force he almost reeled back. There was a story there, there had to be, for you to clap back at him with such a bite there was no way it was just a personal preference. You hadn’t really told anyone about your life before the school, but from the bare snippets he’d heard from Charles, it wasn’t exactly how anyone would describe as happy. And there was fear behind that steel. Vulnerability.

Logan sighed, leaning across you to flip the switch back up, stopping the kettle from boiling. You gaped indignantly, and before you could ask him just what the hell he thought he was doing, he spoke before you.

“Sleep with me.”

You choked, eyes blowing wide with shock. “I… what?”

Logan rolled his eyes, unable to tame the crooked curl of his lips at your complete one-eighty from irritation to stupefaction, even the feathers of your wings had puffed out slightly. “Not like that, freak,” although I wouldn’t be opposed. “Just… for company. Might help, s’all.” He offered quietly, and a blanket of realisation settled in your chest. He was awake too. It had only just occurred to you. He hadn’t been sleeping. He didn’t even look like he’d been sleeping. And it made more sense in your head for him to offer if it was something that could benefit both of you.

It seemed highly unlikely he was offering just for you. Right?

“You sure? Don’t wanna like, intrude on your space or anything…”

“Not intrudin’ if I offer,” he reasoned, and you guessed you couldn’t argue with that. With a heavy sigh, you looked back to the bottle of whiskey you’d fought wars to obtain, realising now that the whole cupboard situation had been for nothing.

“All that effort,” you pouted comically, and Logan huffed a smile.

“I’ll put it somewhere easier next time. C’mon.” He nudged you before grabbing the bottle and returning it to the top shelf. You cursed his stupid height and the fact that he wasn’t down earlier. He could have retrieved it for you with so much less effort. But at the same time… if he had…

You wouldn’t be where you are now.

You followed him back up the stairs, taking a left to the door only a few down from your own. You didn’t quite know how sleeping in the presence of someone else would help, but you were not about to say no to sleeping by his side. It wasn’t like this was something you’d thought about. At great length. And in great detail.

And this certainly wasn’t a scenario he’d entertained far too many times to count.

Though upon seeing the double bed, that same self-conscious feeling reared its ugly head. There was no way you weren’t going to disturb him. You could barely find comfort in your own bed of the same size, let alone trying to sleep with someone else taking up space. You hesitated in the doorway, and Logan turned back to you, his head quirking to the side.

“You ‘kay?”

“Yeah… s’just– are you sure I’m not gonna disturb you? Don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I take up a bit more room than other people…” you extended your wings in emphasis, barely able to stretch them to half their wingspan before the side of the closet and the wall stopped you. Logan breathed a soft smile, and you felt yourself shrink slightly.

“I’ll be fine, just get in.”

You huffed in resignation, tucking the feathers close into your back and crossing to the other side of the bed, unable to stop thinking about how ridiculous this was. You really should just get the fuck over yourself and go back to your room. How tricky was sleeping on your front anyway? Maybe this time you wouldn’t wake up with a panic attack and you were just being dramatic this whole time. You were fine. It really wasn’t that deep. You didn’t want to disturb him just because you couldn’t get over some stupid fucking fear. This was–

“Christ, I’m not even a telepath and I can hear ya thinkin’. It’s fine, sweetheart. You’re fine.” He implored, throwing back the covers for you to take up the space next to him, but you continued to hesitate. “You want a written invitation or somethin’? Get your ass in bed.”

“Alright, jeez…” you pursed your lips to stop yourself from smiling at his smartass comment, keeping your wings firmly against your back as you shuffled beneath the covers by his side, careful not to take up too much room. Your shoulder started to cramp up slightly, but there was no way you were about to release the tension in your muscles until you were sure he was asleep.

Pulling the covers up to your neck as best you could, you scooted down until your head hit the pillow, shifting in yet another attempt to ease the ache in your back. You hadn’t noticed he’d turned on his side to face you until you looked back ahead and were suddenly met with his flat look of exasperation.

“Seriously?”

“What?” Your voice raised into a pitch of innocence, and Logan barely managed to suppress his eye roll of sarcasm.

“The point was for you to be comfortable.”

“I am comfortable!”

“As comfortable as someone would be whilst constantly tensing, yeah?”

“Logan, if I don’t, you’ll wake up with feathers in your nose.”

He snorted a laugh, and you giggled slightly along with him. “You look ridiculous.”

You gaped in mock offence. “Hey!”

“Come ‘ere…” in one swift movement, you were dragged from your position on your side, and he turned the both of you until you were settled on his chest. Panic swirled in your mind as your back was exposed to the room, until a steady hand soothed your racing pulse against your spine, in the space between your wings. You felt comfort dampen your anxiety, breathing deeply into the dip between his collarbone and neck, exhaling a shaky breath. You let the seconds tick by, expecting yourself to start gasping rapidly at any moment. But the longer your heart stayed settled, the more you realised this might actually work. “Y’okay?” He asked quietly, and you nodded against his chest.

“Yeah… just surprised. Usually, I’d be thinking I’m about to die by this point,” you half-joked, and though you couldn’t see him, Logan’s brows pinched in empathy. What the hell had happened to you before joining the team? Finding the school? His fingers slowly grazed through the short, fluffy feathers at the base of your wings, carding through the stiff joints. He watched in mild amusement as you shivered slightly, those feathers puffing out and shuddering at his touch. He lightly dug his fingers into the hard muscles around the joint, and you had to clamp your mouth shut to stop yourself from sighing in release. You hadn’t realised just how much strain it was to constantly keep them tight against your back, and whilst it had proven useful to build up the muscle, it had also resulted in some nasty knots.

Achingly slowly, your wings started to relax, heavy, hollow bones coming to rest across his body, wingtips grazing the floors on either side of the bed as you blanketed the both of you in a soft, warm embrace. Your eyes started to grow tired, lids drooping with each gentle caress of his fingers across your back.

“Sleep, angel. ‘M here. You’re safe.” He whispered, and you didn’t have the energy to contemplate the fact he’d just used two new pet names for you. If you weren’t so damn tired, your insides would have exploded with butterflies by now, but the siren call of sleep lulled you into a sense of security, and with his steady heartbeat your lullaby, you gave in to the soft pull of rest.

That was the night things changed between you. The day after he would barely leave your side, sticking by you throughout the morning, taking the seat next to you in the pre-mission meeting that same evening, sending you quick glances that he’d cut short whenever your eyes met. And it was the same when he entered the Blackbird, with you tucked tight against the wall. His eyes found you instantly, lips carving into a gentle smile, his hand falling to your shoulder as he walked past you. You savoured the touch, missing the contact when his hand fell back to his side, still deep in conversation with Ororo.

“Do you want to fly above us, Icarus? Might be more comfortable,” Scott asked from where he’d taken his seat at the front of the jet, his head turning back to look at you through his glasses. You knew what he meant. There was only so much room in the Blackbird, and despite your best efforts, you were taking up a considerable amount. You took a moment to think, weighing up your options. And whilst you loved the freedom of flying, you couldn’t help but think it was a backhanded way of asking you to stop taking up so much room. He may not have meant it that way, but that’s just how it felt.

“Uh, sure. Yeah, might be better…” You mumbled with a shrug, trying in vain to stop the hot shame from flushing your cheeks.

Logan’s jaw tensed, his teeth grinding together, the sound resonating through his skull. He’d been trying so damn hard to get you to loosen up about your wings. And whilst he found it difficult to properly articulate just how gorgeous he thought they were, he thought he was finally making some progress after the last two days. So the way Scott insensitively asked you to fly instead of taking the jet wound him up.

“Only if it would be better for you. Don’t do it just cuz ya think it’ll be more comfortable for everyone else,” he ground out with a pointed look to Scott, whose brows furrowed in brief confusion before his mouth fell open in horror.

“Shit, no that’s not what I meant! I just thought–”

“It’s fine, Scott,” you tried placating the panicking Cyclops. “I need to stretch them out before the mission anyway.” You smiled a liar's smile, hoping he wouldn’t see through the façade and into your genuine hurt before turning on your heel to head back down the ramp. You managed to make it roughly halfway before a hand caught your arm, stopping you short.

“You’re not doin’ this cuz of these, right?” Logan asked, gesturing to your wings with his head, his eyes searching your expression as if he was looking to peer right through you. You offered him the same smile you gave Scott, and whilst it worked to settle Cyclops, it only served to broaden Logan’s concern.

“Nah, I really do need to stretch them out, feeling kinda stiff today so it’s not a problem.” You said brazenly, shrugging off his concerns with faux confidence. You knew it didn’t work when his expression didn’t shift, his hand tightening slightly around your arm. You sighed, defeated. “It’s fine, Logan. Everyone’ll be more comfortable like this anyway, myself included. I won’t feel like I’m–”

“If you finish that sentence with ‘in the way’ I’ll throw you off the jet myself.” He borderline growled, and you tensed your jaw in slight irritation. Couldn’t he just let you have this? Couldn’t he just let you do this one thing to make everyone’s lives more comfortable? Why did he have to be so damn stubborn?

“Just… drop it, yeah? I’ll see you guys when we get there.” You bit, almost snatching your arm from his grip and continuing down the ramp, crouching low when you reached the bottom and launching into the skies, your wings beating hard as cold wind whipped your face. All Logan could do was watch you go, regret piercing his chest as the sound of your wings receded into the night sky.

And that was how you found yourself already airborne when Scott’s voice crackled through your earpiece, the low hum of those three drones on your tail like the toll of death, the rapid beeping of target systems an accompaniment to the symphony. Tucking one of your wings in tight, you fell into a sharp stoop, panic rising in your chest as they followed you down. The hissing release of metal combined with the sudden roar of a rocket told you at least one of them had fired on you. You flared your wings, catching the air like a feathered parachute as you levelled out quickly, the missile shooting past you and into the ground below. The heat from the explosion fanned your face as you whipped around the wreckage of a building, those three drones still hot on your trail.

Logan looked up as you soared above, his claws drenched in blood as he yanked them out the helmet of some unfortunate soldier who’d made the mistake of thinking he could take on The Wolverine. His heart raced in his throat as those six dots wouldn’t stray from your body, drones expertly following your manoeuvres, mimicking every duck and dive, narrowly missing the corners of buildings and rising flames. Ororo’s voice crackled in his own earpiece, her tone frantic.

“Icarus you gotta shake them!”

“NO SHIT!”

He almost winced at the panic in your voice, snapping back at Storm in a way he’d never heard you do before. Casting a quick glance to his surroundings, he saw Scott with his fingers braced on his glasses, beams of white-hot energy streaking the battlefield as he picked off one guard after another.

“Scott!” He called, his legs pounding the ground as he ran over, slicing through the gut of a nameless, faceless soldier who stood in his way before he jogged to a stop. “Think you can get a clear shot?” He asked, his words rushed as his gaze returned to the skies, another explosion booming bright before you raced around the corner of the main building.

“They’re moving too fast and it’s too much of a risk.” Scott called back over the din of battle, the crackle and boom of thunder overhead striking the earth with expert precision as Storm unleashed yet another bolt from the clouds above. A little too close to you for comfort.

Logan’s breath caught in his throat as you levelled out, those tenacious six red dots still focused solely on your racing form, your wings beating and dipping with every expert manoeuvre as you once again swooped from sight. But it still wasn’t enough.

“Lead the shot.”

“What?”

“Lead the damn shot, Scott. She’ll be comin’ back round, it’s a pattern. Just do it.” He almost pleaded, his voice cracking slightly. He knew you only had precious seconds before those missiles would fire again, and you couldn’t outrun them forever.

You crested back around the ruins of the facility, and it was only due to his enhanced sight could he see your confidence wavering, your jaw tense with concentration, though your eyes were blown wide with panic.

The beep of the target systems increased rapidly, before blending into one long note. And it was like time came to a slow crawl. A puff of silver gas erupted from the base of the drone, a pinpoint missile dropping from the small hold to hone in on your location before Scott had a chance to take it out.

Switching targets, Scott moved his head to the side slightly, leading the shot as Logan had said, the beam of pure, red and white hot energy shot from his glasses, quick as a blink. And for one, blissfully ignorant moment, Logan thought they’d succeeded.

But the missile was too close. The moment the pure energy collided with the steel casing, a ball of furnace orange flame and thick black smoke lit the sky. Before you had time to think, searing agony jolted your back, hellfire burning your shoulders and wings as you were thrust forward, losing control of your trajectory. Panic gripped your heart as you tried in vain to regain your altitude, but your wings weren’t responding. The stench of burning feathers and flesh singed your nose as you went down, caught up in the explosion between Scott’s beam and the missile.

Wind roared in your ears, whipping your hair as you descended, flailing and spiralling, to the ground, trees and ruin rising to bring your fall, and your life, to a sharp end.

“STORM!”

“ICARUS!”

Two indistinguishable voices exploded in your ears, deafening you over the din of death. You knew this was most likely it. This was most likely the end, but you felt numb peace as the wind kept you company, wrapping around you almost like a blanket as you braced your arms against your chest, pain splitting your body and mind as the open rooftop of a ruined house ripped through your suit and flesh as you struck the ground, knowing nothing more than darkness.

“No…” Logan whispered, his entire world coming to an abrupt halt as you descended past his line of vision, a cloud of black dust rolling from the wreckage of a home. You weren’t dead. You couldn’t be dead. He was moving before he’d even registered it, racing across blackened bodies and charred remains of structures. His throat tore with repeated cries of your name, pushing past collapsed beams and splinters of wood, shoving aside wrecked furniture and broken decor before he saw you.

Lifeless.

In a pool of your own blood.

Your leg lay in an unnatural angle, your wings charred and broken, your wrist twisted in a way he knew it really shouldn’t be. His blood turned to ice in his veins, face blanching as he couldn’t see the rise and fall of your chest beneath the shrapnel and dust covering you. A jagged wooden spike protruded from the dip between your shoulder and your chest, the entry wound somewhere on your back.

He had to check if you were still alive, but he couldn't move, finding himself frozen in place. He couldn't lose you. Not when he was finally putting the foundations down for your relationship. He couldn't lose you now…

But seeing your body broken like this… there was no way you could have survived that fall, even with Ororo’s help. She tried to slow your descent too late, a gust of wind appearing from nowhere to catch you just a second after she should have. Maybe you’d still be alive if she'd succeeded. Maybe you’d still be here if he hadn't asked Scott to shoot those fucking drones.

Maybe…

“Fuck! Icarus! Icarus can you hear me?” Storm rushed past him, followed by a horrified Cyclops, and if Logan could focus on anything other than your twisted limbs, he'd see the overwhelming sense of guilt on his face.

Ororo pushes off the splinters of wood and debris from your body, her movements hurried yet careful, terrified of moving you too much. She placed two trembling fingers against the side of your neck and waited.

And waited.

And waited…

Logan thought the moment would never end, silence blanketing the ruined room as the three of them could do nothing but watch, Jean quietly placing a hand on Scott's shoulder.

“There's a pulse!” Storm cried, a sob of relief erupting from her throat as Jean rushed forward, her hands ghosting the top of your body.

You were alive. Alive. How the fuck had you survived that? There was no way you could have survived that. You fell from over two hundred feet, how the fuck–

“We need to stabilise her. She's lost a lot of blood and it hasn't stopped. Can you tell what the damage is?” Storm turned to Jean, hoping her telekinesis could find something, anything that would provide more information.

“Broken ribs, her lung is punctured, I think she's bleeding internally and we can’t remove this or she’ll bleed out… I can't do shit out here, we need to get her back to the school. Now.” Jean's voice took on a tone of authority, spurring Scott back into action, but Logan was still paralysed. It was only two nights ago you were sound asleep on his chest, only yesterday he couldn’t stand being further than two feet from you.

Logan…

You were alive, but how long for? Was he just given false hope, only to lose you on the way? On the operating table? How much longer did you have? How much longer did he have?

“Logan…”

He wanted to blame Scott. Fuck, he wished he could blame Scott. But the truth was, he asked him to take them out. He was the one who asked if he had a shot. He was the one who coerced him to take it. Would you have been okay? Would you have been able to shake them on your own? Had he single-handedly brought on your fall?

“LOGAN!”

Logan blinked rapidly, eyes burning from how long he was staring, unblinkingly, at your broken body. Numbly, he tore his gaze from you and over to Ororo, and though her brows were pinched in concern, her eyes were hard with determination.

“I know, but if we wait any longer, we’ll lose her. Think you can clear Jean a path?” She glanced pointedly to the rubble somewhat blocking the doorway, and it took him another second before forcing his body to move, nodding wordlessly to Ororo’s orders. He wasn’t usually one to just mindlessly obey, but he wasn’t able to think straight at the moment and was honestly thankful for the others taking charge.

He was strong at the best of times, but self-hatred fuelled his arms to work overtime, shoving away impossibly large beams and collapsed part of the wall before there was a clear path for Jean to levitate you through. Your smouldering wings dragged along the ground, tattered and torn, gathering dust and grime along the bloodied tips. Only now had could he get a glimpse of your back, the worst of the damage caking your shoulders and wing joints in blackened crimson. Feathers had burned away, leaving your mutation raw and weeping. You didn’t know what he was talking to Ororo about on the walk to the jet. You didn’t know he was asking her if you had a favourite food, or colour, or flower. You had no idea he’d planned to officially ask you out after the mission.

Now you might never know.

Scott slowly approached him, looking as if he were in a state of complete shock, replaying what went wrong over and over again in his head. All it took was one glance, and Logan didn’t even need to see his eyes to know they were buried in remorse. He wanted to be furious at him, but he couldn’t. He wanted to be beside himself with desperate anger, but there was nothing to be angry at him for. This wasn’t Scott’s fault…

It was his.

The ride back to the mansion took days and also five seconds, Jean doing her best to keep you stable whilst Ororo took the pilot’s seat, Scott being in no shape to fly anything. Logan found himself too terrified to touch you as if the slightest movement could worsen your condition. In the silence of the ship, he could hear your haunting, rasped breaths, slow and shallow. The stench of charred flesh and boiled blood made his stomach clench, but not as much as the wounds across your body. He forced himself to look at them. To look at what he’d done to you because of his choices. Forced himself to sear every weeping burn, every broken bone, every blood-soaked bandage into his memory. Your wings, which once held so much majesty and beauty, now lay in tatters, and he had no idea if they would grow back. Would you ever be able to fly again? Logan didn’t know if he’d be able to look himself in the mirror if he’d taken that from you too.

“She’s going to be okay, Logan. She’s stabilised for now and the Professor already knows the situation. Hank’s on standby and Charles has called in a favour from a surgeon. She’ll be in the best hands possible when we get there.” Jean attempted to comfort him, all the while focussed on keeping you stable from any turbulence and making sure your wounds didn’t worsen.

“I did this…” he whispered, uttering the first words since watching you fall. Speaking his thoughts into the thick silence, the rest of the team cast glances at each other, Scott running a hand through his hair.

“No… I should have trusted your judgment. I hesitated. Fired too late. You can’t blame yourself for this…” He hissed, dragging the hand from his hair down the side of his face.

“You both did what you could,” Ororo offered from the cockpit, her eyes still focused on the clouds ahead. “If you hadn’t done anything, she’d be dead by now. Those drones weren’t going to give up and she couldn’t shake them. She’s still here because of what happened, not despite it.”

Logan couldn’t find the self-compassion to believe her. His eyes still trained on the scattering of feathers beneath where Jean suspended you from the ground. He wearily raised his head when the redhead called his name, her features soft with understanding.

“Come here,” she gesture him over with a nod of her head, her hands still hovering over your body. Logan hesitated before rising from his seat, to stand by your side, across from Jean. “Place two fingers against the side of her neck,” she instructed, and his breath hitched, eyes darting from your unconscious face to Jean. “You won’t hurt her, just do it.”

Inhaling sharply, Logan softly brushed your hair back from your neck, gently placing two fingers against your pulse point. There he felt the slight, slow thump of your heart still beating. The realisation was enough to bring him to his knees, not caring about the sharp bark of pain as he struck the steel floor. He knew you were alive. Ororo had said as much, but to actually feel you, to feel the evidence of you’re still beating heart, broke through the dam of self-hatred.

His hand cautiously skirted up your jaw to rest against the side of your cheek as he pressed his forehead into your hair, his breath shuddering with the effort to keep himself from falling apart. He didn’t care that he could taste blood and dirt when he softly kissed the side of your head. Didn’t care that now everyone knew how he felt about you. His thumb lightly caressed your cheekbone, smoothing the grimy skin beneath your eye.

You hadn’t left him yet. You were still here.

“She’s alive, Logan. And we’re gonna keep her that way,” the conviction in Jean’s eyes was almost enough to settle his heart, but he knew the twisting worry wouldn’t loosen until he saw you open your eyes, your wounds healing, your wings bright again.

Everything ached. Everything. You felt as if you’d been hit by a bus, only for the bus to reverse back over your body, and hit you again. Your wrist barked with sharp pain when you tried to shift, your eyes still closed against the bright lights behind your lids. Something tight was almost cutting off the circulation to your left leg, and inhaling too deeply caused your chest to convulse in agony. The steady beep of a heart rate monitor helped you count roughly how many seconds you’d been conscious. You tried to think back to what could have happened, only to find the last thing you remembered was stooping in a low dive with three drones tailing you. There was an explosion at your back and–

You were falling.

You’d fallen.

So much for not living up to your name…

With a hissing wince, you cracked your eyes open, only to instantly screw them shut at the sharp burn of bright lights unfamiliar to your retinas. How long have you been out? How did the mission go? Was everybody okay? Was Logan okay?

With renewed determination, you attempted to open your eyes again, gritting your teeth as you blinked through the burn of adjustment. You knew this ceiling. You knew this table. From your first ever visit to the school, you’d been taken care of in this very room. You groaned slightly, exhaustion already taking its

toll on your weary bones. Any attempt to move yourself resulted in agony spiking up your spine, white-hot pain cresting through your shoulder blades. Panic gripped your heart as you attempted to move your wings, only to find resistance. Turning your head with a sharp gasp, your eyes welled up with new tears seeing your torn, tattered feathers bound in bandages, held suspended by a sling from the ceiling. They were still attached, so there was that, you supposed, but it had been a long, long time since you’d seen them in this condition.

You glanced down the bed to find your leg wrapped in a cast, held aloft from the mattress. Your wrist too seemed to be encased in white. You turned your neck to the other side with the intention of gauging the damage to your other wing, before your eyes widened at who you saw, head bowed asleep, in the chair next to your bed.

Despite yourself and your situation, you couldn’t stop your lips from pulling into a fond, soft smile as Logan snored lightly. He looked truly exhausted, his hair mussed from how many times he’d run his hands through it. You didn’t think it was possible to adore him any more than you already did, but here you were, finding your heart growing three sizes at the sight.

The doors opposite you slid open, Jean striding through with a clipboard and a thin pair of glasses perched on her nose. She stopped dead when she looked up from her notes, almost dropping her pen to the floor when she registered the fact you were awake. Silently, you placed a finger to your lips, before pointing over to the exhausted Logan in the chair. She smiled with a fond nod,

Keeping her footsteps light, she crossed the medical bay to take a look at the readings on the screen, before crouching down next to your bed, her eyes focusing on the bandages across the bend of your wing.

“He hasn’t slept since we got back. Storm had to force him to eat something yesterday. And he hasn’t stepped foot outside this room.” Jean explained, keeping her voice to a low whisper.

“How long’ve I been here…?” you asked, unable to raise your voice louder than a low whisper. Your throat scratched with every word, and you hadn’t realised just how thirsty you were until now.

“A week and three days. I’m going to slowly reintroduce food into your stomach before taking out the IV, okay?”

You barely heard the rest of her sentence. A week and three days? That was a little longer than you were expecting, to be honest.

“Wait… Logan hasn’t slept in over a week?” You managed to rasp a little louder, your chest lurching with concern. That wasn’t healthy for anyone, even someone who could regenerate as fast as he could. No wonder he was utterly spent.

And it was as if your voice were like an alarm clock. One moment your hushed tones were accompanied by the soft snores of the man in the chair, the next his eyes shot open, your whispered name the first words on his lips.

Turning your head back to him, your breath caught in your throat. There was a hurricane of emotions swirling in his hazel eyes. Relief, guilt, fear, joy, remorse. A cocktail of feelings clouded his eyes and you wished you had the energy to cup the side of his face and reassure him you were alright.

Logan’s exhausted haze cleared instantly upon hearing your voice, seeing your eyes open for the first time since he watched you plummet to the ground, and it took a moment for him to realise he wasn’t dreaming. Because he had dreams of this. In the rare moments he physically couldn’t keep his eyes open, his mind would either take him back to your fall or fabricate the moment you woke up. But wherever his dreams took him, he would always wake up with the tight ache of guilt constricting his chest. His waking moments he would spend thinking about what he would say to you if you woke up, planning out a meticulously crafted apology, but everything he wanted to say instantly flew out the window upon actually seeing you awake.

“Hi…” you whispered, voice still raspy from disuse. And it was your weary, worn smile that tore at the chains around his soul. He couldn’t respond, as if he were the one who’d been lying unconscious for the last two weeks.

Jean, sensing the tension in the room, stood from her crouched position by your wing, clearing her throat a little before tucking the clipboard flat against the crook of her elbow.

“I’ll be back in a bit to check up on you and bring you some food.” She murmured, but you barely acknowledged her exit, too fixated on Logan’s expression of disbelief.

The doors closed as Jean took her leave, blanketing the two of you in a charged silence, the both of you waiting for the other to talk first.

“Logan I–”

“I’m so sorry, it–”

So naturally, of course, you both spoke at the same time, before falling into another equally uncomfortable silence, once again stuck in the purgatory of waiting for the other. You held your tongue this time, nodding to him with the smallest movement of your head.

“You’re okay…” he breathed, almost to himself, as if having to remind himself again that this wasn’t in fact a dream. You were awake. You were talking. You weren’t lying lifeless with only the steady beeping of medical equipment to keep him company. Your eyes were open, looking at him with something he was struggling to discern through his addled mind.

“I’m okay,” you responded softly, watching his features morph from self-hatred to pure relief. He shifted in his seat, head hanging low between his shoulders as he took a shaky breath, and you could see the slight shudder of his shoulders.

“I–” he started, before cutting himself off with a sharp inhale, clamping his teeth together as he struggled to raise his head again. “I thought I lost you.”

Whilst it was nothing but the softest admission, you felt spiderwebs crack through your heart, wanting nothing more than to reach for him, if only your bones didn’t feel like lead. He continued to keep his head low, his hands wringing together between his knees. “It was ’my fault. I didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t shake em and they were closin’ in and Scott wasn’t fuckin’ listenin’ an’–”

“Logan,” you interrupted as loud as you could, your throat tearing at the sudden strain on your voice, causing you to wince slightly. Your hiss of discomfort finally prompted him to raise his head, half standing from his seat to instantly be by your side should you need anything. “I’m okay. Or, I will be. My wings’ve seen worse, and my body will heal with time. I’m okay.”

He searched your face for any sign of deception, any indication that you were just saying this to spare his feelings, or stop him from spiralling into the well of self-hatred once again. He knew it wasn’t the time to ask, but his mind subconsciously filed away that nugget of your past for a later conversation, too focused on the fact his search came up short of anything he was looking for.

“You’re okay…” he repeated, settling back into the chair by your bed. His eyes fell to your twitching hand, and with a gentleness only reserved for you, his fingers intertwined with yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “You’re okay.”

Your heart skipped a beat or several, and you were mildly concerned about setting off the heart rate monitor your abdomen was connected to. You don’t think you’d ever had this many wires connected to your body in your life, not even when Charles first found you. Nobody knows what had happened that day apart from him, and you refused to speak of it.

“What do you remember?” Logan asked, pressing the back of your hand against the scruff of his cheek, as if desperate to feel you. Your brows furrowed for a moment, your quick trip down trauma lane before you opened your eyes yielding nothing of much use.

“I remember the drones and the targeting dots. I remember one… fired, I think, and missed,” you struggled, screwing your eyes shut in a vain attempt to jog your own memory. “Uh– then there were two more? One missed and the other exploded before it hit me, but I was caught up in the blast radius. I remember falling and I remember the pain, but that’s about it…” You opened your eyes to find Logan’s expression have shifted once again back to remorse. He really thought it was his fault… didn’t he? “I couldn’t get them off me, Lo’.” You offered quietly.

“I know.”

“I wouldn’t be here if Scott hadn’t fired.”

“I… I know.”

“Logan, you saved my life.”

He placed your hand back on the bed, and you instantly missed the warmth of his palm. “I almost got you killed. I almost lost you. We could have worked somethin’ else out. Storm could’ve–”

“And what if she couldn’t?” You prompted gently, your brows creasing with empathy as you watched him try to wade through the implications of your question.

“That’s not– I almost–”

“Almost, Logan. Almost. But you didn’t. I’m here. So please stop acting like I’m dead because I might start believing you.” You tried to sound as stern as you could whilst being physically and emotionally drained, and whilst it may have sounded a little weak, Logan knew what you were trying to do.

He ran a hand through his messy hair which was in desperate need of a wash. Although so were you, you could only imagine. “I didn’t want our last conversation to be an argument.” He murmured, and you sighed as heavily as you could whilst not being able to inhale very deeply.

“So melodramatic,” you joked with a half-smile, and it took a moment of his eyes scanning your face before his shoulders slumped, huffing a singular laugh through crooked lips.

“Maybe a little…” he looked up at you through lidded eyes. “Fear doesn’t come naturally t’me. But I don’t think I’ve been more scared than when I was watchin’ you fall, knowin’ I could do nothin’.”

You finally mustered the strength to reach for him, and he clasped your outstretched hand between both of his like a prayer. You considered for a moment what you would have done had your roles been swapped. If you were so helpless to save him from almost certain death. If you were forced to watch in nearly slow motion as the object of your heart was being ripped away from you and you were powerless against it. Because this was something more than a crush, more than admiration. You loved him. It wasn’t a sudden lightbulb moment, but rather a slow realisation of admission. You loved him. Irrevocably. Possibly irresponsibly. But certainly undeniably.

“You don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m not dead. I’m not going to die. It’s gonna take time, but I’m okay. And I’m going to be okay.” You implored, and you could almost watch the cogs turning in his head, working on believing you and realising the truth of the situation.

You. Were. Alive.

He nodded silently, finally accepting what everyone had been trying to tell him for almost a week and a half now. His thumb grazed the tendons of your wrist, the delicate caress sending shivers down your scarred spine.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked though he couldn’t help thinking it was the most stupid question in the world.

“Like I just fell over two hundred feet after being blown up.” You responded dryly. Ask obvious questions, get obvious answers.

Obviously.

“That checks out.”

“Thank you, Doctor Wolverine.”

How you’d managed to almost die and yet maintain your humour was a mystery to Logan, but it simply added to all the reasons he was completely taken with you. You were easily one of the strongest people he knew, in spite of your own self-consciousness. The way you felt about your wings had already proven that. They were the greatest source of your diffidence, and yet you often said how incomplete you would feel without them. He saw how you battled, every day, between loving and hating them. Not many people did, but he did.

Perhaps that was because, to him, you were the focal point of every conversation. The spotlight in the room. The brightest star in the sky. Not only did he see you, but he saw you.

That was when he remembered your words from earlier. ‘My wings’ve seen worse…’

“What did you mean?”

“When?”

“When you said your wings have been worse. What did you mean?”

Logan knew he’d struck a nerve when your wry humour dissolved from your face, and he watched you withdraw back into your own mind, another silence creating a barrier between you. It was another mental battle. He could see it. And he could only hazard a guess that you were struggling between opening yourself up to whatever traumas you’d experienced in the past, or staying closed and comfortable.

“This world is cruel and cold to people like us…” your voice was barely audible, and despite his enhanced hearing, Logan found himself shifting closer, drawn in by your siren’s whisper. “I was always jealous of people who could hide their mutation. Or mutations that didn’t take on a physical appearance, anyway. Because hiding something like phasing or shapeshifting is easy. Hiding a pair of giant fucking wings? Get’s a little harder when not everyone around you is very accepting…” you were being vague on purpose. Taking yourself back to the day Charles found you was never easy, and it was this exact reason why you kept this to yourself. Only he knew what happened, and Jean was the only other one who’d seen your condition.

Logan fought the urge to run his fingers through your feathers, slightly worried it would hurt you more than it would soothe you, since most of your secondary feathers had been burned away or torn off, and the exposed ligaments had been covered in bandages. You took a breath before you continued. “The neighbourhood where I lived wasn’t exactly high-end, and less than welcoming to mutants. I used to listen to a lot of music when I left my apartment, it helped to drown out the insults and hatred but uh, it also prevented me from hearing anyone following me.

“It was stupid. I was tired and forgot to lock my fucking door before I fell asleep that night. Such an idiot. And I paid the price. I can’t really remember exactly when it happened, and it’s all sort of a blur to be honest. I never saw their faces either, and I only knew they were there when they shoved a gag between my teeth and held me down, jeering about me being a disgusting mutant, the usual bullshit…” you trailed off, your words sticking to your throat like molasses as you recounted possibly the most traumatic moment of your life. Narrowly holding the top spot after recent events. “They uh, tried to sever them. My wings. Used a carving knife or a paring knife, hell it could have been a butter knife for all I knew. But it hurt. And I couldn’t fight them off. I probably still have the scars. They were barely attached by the time they were startled by something and took off.”

Logan placed his hand against your cheek, gently smoothing away the stray tear sliding down the side of your face with the pad of his thumb.

“That’s why you don’t sleep on your front?”

“That’s why I don’t sleep on my front,” You affirmed with a timid nod, and Logan felt his heart clench painfully. He always wondered where your intense passion for making the world a safer place came from. “At least,” you continued quietly. “Until you.”

His eyes widened a fraction, and it wasn’t hard to piece together what you meant. The night, two days before the mission. That was the first time you’d slept on your front since Charles and Jean found you all those years ago. That was why you mentioned it. That was why you were so adamant about it.

Your vulnerability was taken advantage of and used to further the cycle of hatred and violence.

“Sweetheart…”

You couldn’t bear to hear the slight break in his voice, the horrified empathy creasing his brows. “So yeah. That’s what I meant. When I said they’ve been through worse. So actually, this really isn’t all that bad. They’ll recover. They did last time. Might be a while before I can fly again but I think I’m okay with that for a while, not sure I want to–” your rambling was cut short by the sudden decrease of proximity between the two of you. Was he always this close? Or had he shifted? Had you simply not noticed? Too lost in your second trip down trauma lane in the space of twenty minutes? You could feel his steady breaths fanning your cheeks.

“You’re safe. With me. An’ nothin’ like that will ever happen again. ‘M gonna look after you, angel. Promise.” His eyes flickered from your gaze, down to your lips, and back up in a silent request, and your body answered for you. Your eyes fluttered closed, heart igniting at the first graze of his soft lips against yours, the pain in your back forgotten as your skin prickled with shivers.

The moment he felt you lean up into him as much as you could, Logan gasped through his nose, his fingers skirting up the side of your neck, pausing to feel your pulse before continuing to brace his palm against your jaw. He wanted to feel you, in any way he could and in any way you would let him, your lips dancing with his languidly. And through the salves and disinfectant, through the blood and the grease, the smoke clinging to your hair, he could just smell you. Amber and wood oak swirled through his senses, and he didn’t think it fair that you smelled like a fucking autumnal forest.

You tried to push yourself up further toward him, a fresh wave of yearning hitting you like a fall from over two hundred feet, but your ribs barked in sharp protest, and you flinched back with a harsh hiss, your features scrunching in pain.

“Easy there, angel. ‘M not goin’ anywhere.” He breathed, and whilst you could detect genuine concern in his tone, there was also a hint of smug satisfaction.

“Sorry… got kinda carried away.” You clamped your lips together at his soft chuckle, finding immeasurable comfort in the way his thumb smoothed along your under-eye.”

“Been wantin’ to do that for a while…” He murmured against your lips, and you drew back as far as you could without jostling your back too much.

“Really? How long?”

“Round a year or so.”

You blanched. “A year!?”

“Give or take a few months,” he shrugged, unable to tame the delicious grin pulling at his lips.

“And you didn’t think to do anything?” You asked incredulously, eyes flicking between his, unable to decide just where they wanted to settle.

“Inappropriate in the workplace.” He shrugged nonchalantly, and your eyes widened further.

“We live under the same roof! This isn’t just a workplace.”

“Potato pot-ah-to.”

“No! Potato potato. It’s the same thing!”

He raised a sly brow. “Didn’t see ya pull back, angel. How long’ve you wanted this then?”

You clamped your lips shut, your face a picture of false irritation as he turned your own accusations back onto you, a triumphant glint dancing in his eye. “Thought s’much.”

A huff brushed his chin, though you couldn’t tame your guilty smile for long. Yes, he was absolutely right. You’d wanted to do that for far longer than you cared to admit. And the phrase ‘good things come to those who wait’ couldn’t ring more true. Though you couldn’t help thinking they should change the phrase slightly.

‘Good things come to those who nearly die’. Yeah, that sounded more accurate.

Your head lulled against his hand, a tugging wave of exhaustion pulling at your mind, your eyes feeling heavy with sleep. It was strange. Usually, you found it so difficult to find rest, tossing and turning until you simply couldn’t take it anymore. But not in his presence. Not when Logan was with you.

He hummed a soft, fond smile of understanding, pulling the chair closer to the bed so he could still be near you. Pressing his lips to your forehead, you sighed in contentment, your hand holding his arm in a soft grip, silently asking him not to go anywhere. But you didn’t need to. He had no plans on leaving you anytime soon.

“Sleep, angel. ‘M here. You’re safe.”

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laviebunnie · 3 months ago

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Creepypasta Relationship HCs / Types! 𐙚⋆°.⋆ ( 1 )

Characters : Tobias Rogers ‘Ticci Toby’ , Evan Myers ‘HABIT’ x Reader

Word count : 2k

A/N : hello pookie bears! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) My request are open right now so please please please spam me with suggestions or fic ideas!!

Tobias Rogers ‘Ticci Toby’ : You were a new beginning, an artistic melody that painted the sky with strokes of light and color. Toby was a faded light, dimmed and jaded— but you lighted his heart ablazed. Once he touched a fragment of heaven, he knew he couldn’t turn away. Because, Toby was never known for being a selfless man.

Toby is someone who desperately wants to be loved— but with how his life turned out, being on the run during his late teens and early twenties, then serving the being that haunted him since he was a child— to put it lightly, Toby never had the time to connect with someone.

It does mess with Toby deep deep deep down— that he isn’t normal, that he can’t build strong relationships— like others do so easily, though it’s something he does crave— he isn’t that delusional; he knows he wouldn’t be able to maintain any sort of relationship anyway.

But that’s thrown out the window when he meets you— I fully believe Toby’s a ‘love’ ( lust ) at first sight type of guy. He tends to fixate on people, starts learning everything about them ( all the parts he likes, anything else he’ll block out.. like it doesn’t exist. ) projects his dream partner onto them, till he gets bored or they break the perfect woman perception— he had for them.

It’s probably a small / insignificant act of kindness that brought Toby’s attention to you.

Maybe it’s when you paid for his meal inna hole and a wall diner / or you helped him when he was injured( even if he doesn’t feel pain— the thought still counts ) / or maybe in passing you complimented his sense of style. No matter how you met Toby, he fell hook and sinker.

In a relationship, I feel that Toby would naturally go for someone more maternal. ( even if your the most masculine woman / person — he’d still project a motherly role onto you. ) He’s so used to older angry masculine male figures in his life— who call him crude names and make him feel less than.

He just wants someone who’s nonjudgmental. Someone who’d love him despite his ugly scars— to kiss them gently, love them like they are art on a canvas.

Toby knows that’s wishful thinking.. and you probably don’t even know he exists but a man can dream.

Toby daydreams about you ALOT, it pisses both Masky and Hoodie off cause the kid won’t do his darn’ job correctly— Masky is one bad day away from grabbing Hoodies gun and blowing Toby’s brains out.

TOBY IS SO AWKWARD IT HURTS.. he isn’t the most social guy ever.. the only real conversations Toby has is either with one his victims.. and Toby barely would call someone begging for the life a conversation— Two, Tim and Brian… and Toby fuckin hates Tim ( the feeling is mutual ) Then Brian… Toby doesn’t exactly have a problem with him.. but Toby thinks Brian a fuckin werido for even liking to be around Tim. Lastly— the voices in his head.. and I won’t elaborate on that.

So when Toby tries to talk to you.. he very creepy— like very fuckin creepy..

Unwavering direct eye contact, prolonged touches, Talking in an unnatural manner, like he’s reading off a shitty 2000’s screenplay.. it’s bad— so bad.. but Toby thinks it went amazingly! Honestly it went better then what he’s been imagining in his head!

I think Toby would try to be a flirt… but he’s straight up tremendous at it— but I wouldn’t recommend telling him that, he has a very small fragile ego.

Realistically.. Even if Toby bagged you, he wouldn’t be able to be with you for long— once his job is over he has to move towns unless..

Yeah, bro kidnapped your ass— are yall really that shocked??

Not gonna lie, getting kidnapped by Toby is lowkey the worst lol ( who would’ve thought?? )

That’s when you’ll learn the most about Toby— mostly how seriously deranged this fucker is.

You’d have to deal with his horrible psychotic episodes, where he trashes the whole fuckin cabin, screaming at you for not loving him back— full on man child tantrums.

Toby most definitely dissects animals for fun.. so good luck with the rotting smell of corpses in your bedroom.

When Toby comes back from ‘work’ he’ll always have a gift for you.. though don’t ask him who or where he got it from— just smile and say thank you.

Toby most definitely stole the password to Tim’s Hulu account.. yall watch anime together.

Toby doesn’t talk much, since he wouldn’t have much to talk about.. ( Toby also hates his stutter/tics.. so he’d rather hear your soothing voice instead of his raspy one ) but he’s a total nerd— Ask him a question about Star Wars and he’ll yap for hours.

Toby accidentally hurts you— more often then he’ll like to admit.. he doesn’t comprehend his strength— and it’s hard to understand a concept you’ve never experienced, so when you cry — he thinks you're being a big baby.

Toby is a DIY husband, always building something new when he’s home— cannot stay still.

You're gonna have to do all the cooking… This man eats like a 3 year old.

Toby loves you unconditionally— though depending on how you treat him, your experience with him will either be hell or decent..

also don’t try to leave the cabin, he’ll find you.

Evan Myers ‘HABIT’ : Evan is losing his mind, a parasite— a monster is taking over his body. It nibbles on his brain, whispering unsavory suggestions into his head. His thoughts aren’t his own anymore, neither is his love for you.

Evan is short-tempered, vulgar, and a bit of a smartass. Not everyone can handle somebody like him— yet there you are ( foolishly ) loving him through everything.

Evan feels his sanity slipping from his grasp, he knows he’s less than sane, that he’s borderline psychotic. He knows the right thing to do is to let you go. That he can’t even trust himself to protect you anymore— especially from himself.

Yet, he selfishly clings onto you, because you are Evan’s breath of fresh air, you're as gentle as a baby bunny, softly holding him throughout his night terrors. Gently patting his tears away with cloth, whispering sweet nothings into his ear— sweet empty promises that everything will be alright— that you’ll stick with him, no matter what— that nothing can take him away from you.

Evan can’t handle the thought of losing you, he’d actually start tweeking out. Especially if slenderman had something to do with it. ( Evan will somehow someway throw slenderman out the window just like he did the rake. )

But seriously— Evan can’t lose you. You are the rainbow after his storm. Evan is a whirlwind of contradicting emotions, yet— you're his only constant that pulls him out of his episodes. He can’t live without you.

You are his distraction, his comfort outside of the hell that is his life. All Evan wants is your touch, your undying nor revering love, and in return he’ll give his everything to you.

Correction: he'll give you everything BUT information on what he does with the EMH ( EverymanHYBRID ) crew.

He has you blocked on all social media, and changed the password to his computer, Evan doesn’t want you involved in his fucked up life.. well more than you already are.

Evan knows that you're not an fuckin’ idiot, there’s only so many times that he can come home with a new injury till you're catching on that the ‘workout’ videos aren’t all he’s doing.

But in Evan’s defense there’s only so many excuses he can make up about how these crazy ass scars keep on randomly appearing on his body— Or the weird brown stains on his jacket.

you're growing more suspicious— even if you don’t directly question him.. he can see in your eyes that you’re worried.

But if Evan were to tell you the truth ( he wouldn’t inna million fucking years ) he doesn’t even know how he’d start that conversation.

“Babe, don’t freak out but.. Y’know slenderman? Yeah, that tall lanky malnourished mother fucker’ that we made fun for having no face? so.. he’s real— surprise! Ohhh, and has been haunting me and the gang for months..and wanna know the best part? I never told you till now! Haha..” yeah no.. Evan rather uses his own body as a pin cushion for his knife collection than ever admit something as lundquist as that.

Evan believes ignorance is bliss ( but only when it comes to you. )

HABIT adores dumb little things, like you. He loves the way your eyes light up whenever he comes home from a long day of ‘work’. HABIT also loves your expressive facial features, how he wishes to contort it, to dismember it into something else entirely new. But what HABIT loves the most is the fact that the ‘man’ you kiss every morning, who you trust unconditionally and let into the deepest crevices of your body, isn’t who you think it is.

HABIT is an inhuman being that predates time itself. He doesn’t have any connection to humanity, only existing to find a suitable host.

It isn’t hard to get HABITS attention, in fact it’s pretty easy. It's just extremely hard to maintain.

But you're so awfully pathetic, kind soul, that he sorta ‘feels’ bad for you. That you ended up with a guy like Evan, and return him.

HABIT finds you interesting, specifically your selflessness. He notices when you go out of your way to help others, or how you consider his feelings whenever you make a decision, or whenever he’s upset, you always make ‘him’, his favorite food.

You're really as sweet as they come, and he’s the murder that wears your boyfriend's skin.

HABIT fucks with you a lot, ‘accidentally’ tripping you, moves your shit around so you can’t find it, constantly trying to scare the shit out of you— just to make fun of you for being scared.

HABIT brings you dead bunny corpses as gifts

HABIT isn’t used to preserving life, that was never really his cup of tea. He prefers breaking down his host, ( or their loved ones ) to their very limit, mentally and physically— till they're unrecognizable from humans or beasts.

Yet, now he does facial saturday’s with you / joins you in your everything showers / and lets you paint his nails any color you want.

It’s not that HABIT, gotten soft— he’s the same evil unforgiving ass mother fucker that possessed your boyfriend, ate a baby, and works with the fuckin slenderman and the rake, you cannot fix him.

HABIT lovesss to mock you, he loves making fun of his dumb little wife for asking ‘dumb questions’— he often flicks your forehead.

HABIT loves that you're a crybaby, he loves wiping your tears away condescendingly— like he wasn’t the one who caused them.

Most definitely daydreams about killing you.. more often than you’d expect— he especially thinks about it when yall are intimate. When HABIT holds you, tracing your body with his fingers— looks at you intensely like you're the only woman in the world— just knows he’s thinking about how you’d look if your organs were spilling out of your stomach.

HABIT unlike Toby can flirt— he never liked the whole brooding boyfriend type of thing— Evan had going on at times— HABIT in his words, ( not anyone else’s ) He’s a simply a little demon, a whimsical silly creature who does things for his own entertainment, and his current fun outside of fuckin’ with the EMH crew is fucking with you. ( sometimes literally )

May that be blowing into your ear, to make you shiver— or picking you up and carrying you, to see your shocked expression — or even holding you by your waist, while the EMH crew is around to embarrass you / prove a point to the group.

HABIT would do it especially when vinnie found out that he processed Evan— the shit eating grin, he would have as you invite Vinnie over to your place for dinner cause ‘he’s been looking stressed lately’ you’ll make Vinnie’s favorite meal, trying to make it feel like old times— but vinnie cannot even enjoy you and your thoughtfulness when your sitting on that monsters that’s cosplaying his best friends lap.. it’s making him sick.

‘Vinnie, are you okay? You.. look pale,’ you ask softly, drink in hand— you walk over to him, handing Vinnie a glass of water.

‘Yeahhh, Vinnie,’ you feel a strong pair of familiar arms wrap around your waist. ‘—What’s wrong buddy?’

ANYWHOO HABIT randomly telling you the most out of pocket shit and just smiles and says,

‘Sorry— hunnie, It’s a bad habit.’

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everyones-doormat · 24 days ago

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STILL REACHING

masterlist | kang sae-byeok x reader

synopsis: you were supposed to build a life together, but now you’re left learning how to live in the space she left behind.

genre: angst, hurt/no comfort

a/n: anon request

The first day, you assume she’s pissed off again.

It wasn’t rare, she had her moods sometimes—tense, closed off. She’d disappear when she needed space, burn off whatever tension she didn’t know how to fully explain.

It’s just how things are with her, one of those quiet understandings in your relationship. You knew the world was never easy on her, and neither were the people.

She’d always came back, usually smelling faintly like cigarettes, crawling into bed behind you, mumbling a quiet apology into your shoulder.

So when you came home and she wasn’t there, you didn’t overthink it. You just figured she needed a minute, and she’d make her way home eventually.

—

By the second day, you’d tried calling her—you just wanted to check in and make sure she was okay. But it kept going straight to voicemail.

It wasn’t completely abnormal, she hates phone calls.

But normally she’d contact you by now. Just a dry “I’m fine” or “be home later,” enough to ease your worries.

You tried texting her throughout the day, trying not to get too worried about it.

hey u okay? just finished work, want anything on the way home? hello?? you coming home tonight? can you please just let me know if you’re okay. love you <3 seriously, text me please

You just told yourself she’s probably sorting something out. Maybe some job she didn’t want to drag you into.

She’ll be home tomorrow.

—

It’s been three days, and you still haven’t heard anything from her.

Your stomach’s in knots, tighter than yesterday.

You catch yourself spiralling, and thinking things like,

Maybe she’s mad at me.

Maybe I said something wrong.

Even though you know you didn’t. But convincing yourself that she’s just pissed off and ignoring you is easier imagining anything worse.

You slept like shit that night, if you can even call it that.

You lied on your side facing the door, hoping you’ll hear her key in the door. Every time the building creaked or someone walked down the hall, your eyes snapped open. You picture her standing there with that flat, unimpressed look, mumbling that you’re being dramatic.

But she didn’t come home that night.

• • •

It had been over a week when you hear a knock at the door.

You think might be her, you even paused, heart stalling imagining her on the other side. That she’d finally come home, and hold you close as she mutters apologies.

But it’s not her.

It’s a man you’ve never met before.

He looks like hell honestly—pale, disorientated, like he hadn’t slept in years. You instinctively go to close the door.

“l—are you Sae-byeok’s…?” he starts.

The second he said her name, something inside you drops.

“I knew her,” he says, voice low. “Not well. But… I was there.”

You stare at him, blinking slowly. “There? What do you mean? Is she okay?”

He hesitates, like he’s not sure how to put it into words.

“It was something…don’t even know how to explain it,” he says. “But she umm...she was there, she was doing it for her brother—and for you too…I think.” He falters.

Your heart drops so hard it feels like your body forgets how to stand. You don’t say anything, you’re too scared of the next words. You feel what’s coming.

He looks at you like it physically hurts to keep talking. “I’m sorry…she didn’t make it”

And just like that—your brain blanks. The hallway feels like its spinning, and your ears are ringing.

“I’m sorry,” he adds. “I thought you should know…she didn’t say much about herself, but she said she had someone waiting.”

You don’t remember what you said, or if you even say anything. You just nodded because your mouth won’t work, and your legs suddenly feel like they might give out.

He looks like he wants to say more, but what else is there? Instead he looks down, adding another sorry before leaving..

—

The days after feel like background noise.

The apartment doesn’t feel like yours anymore, it’s too quiet.

And that’s when it really starts to hit.

There won’t be anymore mornings where you wake up to her hair in your face and her hand on your waist.

No more nudging her shoulder when she got too quiet and watching the corners of her mouth twitch like she was trying not to smile.

No more dumb little arguments about what to cook when you both already know the answer.

No more lazy showers together where she’d lean against the wall and let you wash her hair because it she had a bad day.

No more brushing her bangs out of her face just to annoy her, hearing her mutter, what are you doing? in that grumpy voice that softened when she looked at you.

You keep forgetting she gone. You keep catching yourself doing things without thinking, like your body hasn’t caught up to the loss.

You still make two cups of coffee. Still grab her snacks at the store without thinking. Still catch yourself turning to say something to her and then remembering—right in the middle of it.

And everytime, it knocks the air out of you all over again.

You keep thinking about all the little things that made up your days. You never realized how much of her was built into your routine until she wasn’t in it anymore.

You didn’t think it was possible to miss someone like this.

• • •

Nights are the worst, you lie there, staring at the ceiling.

Wondering if she was scared, if it hurt, if it happened fast, if she thought of you at the end.

She was never supposed to go out like that.

She was supposed to make it, for her brother, for you, for the life she swore you’d build together once things stopped being so fucking hard.

You didn’t just lose her, you lost everything she could’ve been, and the future you could’ve built

You’ll never get to know what she would’ve been like five years from now. You’ll never get to see her finally relax, finally breathe.

And now you’re left trying to figure out how to keep waking up in a world that’s still turning, like you didn’t just lose the person you loved the most.

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heyy…

soz I’ve been really busy at work. just had stocktake and the stress of it really drained any motivation I had lol

I’m planning to post more once season 3 drops, all the edits will probably revive me

anyways l hope this hurt to read lmao

taglist: @gemzyy , @monkey4lifer , @ikalyyy, @bleedingwhiteroses222 , @chaotic-luvrs

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skay-ali · 2 months ago

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Older sister program

a bit of fluff and eventually yandere from other characters It is just a protogo or attempted draft

"It was a bit childish."

"And you're a... a child..."

"Wow, you've got no answer," he sounded arrogant.

Ahhh, it's only a few months, just a few months, and you'll be punished.

Let's start with your story and how you ended up being a sisterly figure and guide to a troubled child.

Since you were 12, you began your independent and rebellious life against adults, rules, and society. You considered yourself an anarchist.

You didn't let anyone walk all over you; you were always on the defensive, snapping at anyone who messed with you.

Your beloved family isn't spared... it's not like they had a great relationship; your father and brothers were always busy with their own lives.

But friction was common, between dad's favorites and his only disappointment, namely you.

"You're nothing but a disappointment to the family."

"Well, at least I'm not dad's little robot, with no life or thoughts of my own."

"You're very childish."

"Thank you. They'd rather enjoy themselves than grow old and bitter."

"You're only bringing shame on the family with your behavior."

"Oh, Dad, I think you're doing well enough."

Seriously, sometimes you thought about stopping, about being a good girl, but you couldn't help but open your mouth and protest.

But in your defense, that might not have mattered in your family. Now that you were hated, they remembered you... that's better than being forgotten.

Besides, it's not as if society deserved your respect.

You hated everyone in your city. There were the wretched, the victims, the innocent, the scavengers who took advantage of any opportunity to kill someone; those who operated in the shadows; those who scrounged for leftovers, pretending to have power; and finally, the kings, who were at the top and had the right to kill whoever they wanted, just for fun.

Oh, and not to mention the heroes.

"That's why I think you should create a comic about corrupted heroes."

"Yeah, I don't think that would be well received."

"Boo, chicken, it's a wasted idea and it would be a hit."

"Sorry, but I don't think it is."

"I'm giving you an idea to take you to the top, friend, but I see that... maybe it's not your thing." With your arms crossed, you began to check your nails. It was more interesting than seeing the man a few years older than you sitting at a booth at the convention.

That was your belief, one that was often frowned upon and judged.

After all, who wants to see another version of their beloved heroes?

And about the comic book artist, the one who had a certain charm, disappeared for a while and didn't produce many works anymore, so you assume his career is over.

Well, it turns out that during your time as a university student, away from home, away from your city, with a new kind of pretentious people with their own principles, one must be careful, even if it's just to defend oneself.

You hit an idiot you shouldn't have, even if it was just to try to defend yourself.

Jail was an option, but apparently the lawyer who got you Alfred didn't like it; according to him, he'd been paid to get you off without a stain on your record. The plump, elderly man, a realistic version of Porky Pig, defended you until he got you community service.

Fawcett City, a big city, with little crime unlike other places.

You thought it was a great place.

Well, now you were on your weekend, a perfect Saturday morning for doing nothing, trapped in a boring building, receiving training for your new unpaid job.

Taking care of a homeless child and making him forget and guiding him from a potentially bad life to a decent one.

Wow, if that had existed in your city, maybe you wouldn't have ended up so badly, you recognized it.

"So you were my new... ah sister," the boy said doubtfully.

"Yeah, I guess I am," you said, feigning encouragement. Ahh, it would be a very long year.

You started with a boy with a surly personality, most of the time, and he was very serious and quiet.

Oh, he was a mini-you, like when you were little.

So you tried, of course, when you weren't tired of life, with your old woman's body.

You took him to many fun places, you talked to him, although many times it was just you.

You gave him many life lessons and advice, which he probably never paid attention to.

But his few words and occasional smiles were enough for you.

"Yeah, well, I have to be with you until it's 6." You looked at him and his friends.

"But it's enough for me to watch you have fun and make sure you don't die," you said disdainfully before looking back at your phone.

"Oh, here, you're going to have fun with your friends." You threw him some bills.

The boy gladly took them and smiled before showing his friends and running off.

"Take care, Billy, and don't get into trouble," you greeted encouragingly as he walked away.

"Kids grow up so fast," you commented to the women standing next to you; they were probably babysitters.

It was all calm; babysitting wasn't so bad after all.

You walked through the park with a soda bottle, looking for the boy. Damn, they're easy to lose, you should have put a tracker on him.

But voices and screams alerted you.

You approached the source, finding a group of older children bothering your son and his friends.

You leaned against a tree, waiting to see what would happen. They would surely defend themselves; it was normal; all the children in your city did that.

But this wasn't the same city where you formed your defensive, rebellious, and strong character. No, this was a peaceful city, full of light and happy people.

You approached carefully and grabbed the boy who seemed to be the leader of everyone.

"Am I interrupting something?" you smiled friendly.

"Yes, you are, idiot, so go away," the teenager replied, trying to escape your grasp.

"This isn't your business," his companions followed.

You looked over at your new "brother."

You saw him a little beaten up and sitting on the floor. His friend was in worse shape.

"You're wrong, brat," you shook him harshly.

"If it's any of my business, you're messing with my brother and his friend." You left your friendly voice behind and changed it to a more threatening one, still maintaining a smile.

"Hey, leave me alone or you'll regret it," the boy threatened.

"Oh, I don't think so. You were hoping you'd get what you deserved." You pushed him to the floor with moderate force. His friends tried to help him, but with both of your free hands, you grabbed the back of his clothes.

"Go ahead, kids, hit him back."

You had all eyes on you because of your words.

"What? I firmly believe in an eye for an eye."

The two children, barely recovering from their bullies' ambush, just stood up and stared at you.

You were a tall figure in their eyes; now with your new actions, not one full of brilliance, but rather dark and fearsome.

"It's not right," Billy decided to speak out, despite his fear of confronting you and not following your orders.

"Ahhh, but he hurt you," you said, bewildered.

"Yes, but it's not right. We'll only make things worse."

You looked at him calmly.

You sighed tiredly. Children are sometimes wild, sometimes compassionate.

You forcefully threw the other teenagers to the wind.

"Okay, you guys are the ones who're in charge." You raised your hands in surrender.

"You better remember that. Next time I won't hold back," you threatened the young people lying on the floor.

"Let's get out of here before we get into trouble," you called to the children, taking another sip of your soda that was resting on the floor.

The children hurried to follow you.

"That was great." "Is that so?" you asked without interest as you devoured your plate of chips.

Billy's friend nodded enthusiastically as he repeated your actions.

"They were strong, how could you stand up to those three?" Billy commented, still watching you, analyzing you.

"Well, my appearance isn't for nothing, you know..."

"Besides, where I come from, if you don't know how to defend yourself, you're doomed."

What a distrustful kid you have! They'd known each other for a few days, and he was still on the defensive. You threw a chip at his serious face, which earned you an angry reaction from the boy.

"Just eat and stop overthinking. It takes away your age, believe me, I speak from experience."

Seeing your father, with his beloved cases and his double life, showed you what seriousness can do to you in life.

Ahgg, old age was an inevitable monster.

"I thought you weren't coming," the boy commented, sitting on a swing in the park.

"Ahhh, why wouldn't I? I'm not supposed to miss it. Besides, I told you I'd come."

"Yes, but... this is a day people spend with family," he whispered in a weak voice, hiding his gaze.

You walked carefully to another of the swings and sat down. It was freezing, because the boy showed no signs of freezing and acted as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I'm supposed to be your sister," you smiled at the boy.

"It's just a job." The boy didn't look at you.

"I guess it is," you decided not to lie, to be honest.

You moved carefully onto the swing, pushing your feet off the ground as you moved.

"I don't have a good relationship with my family. I've been practically alone since my mother died."

"The little time I spent with you was the closest thing I'd ever had to a sibling relationship. It was a new family relationship since I lost my mother." You looked up at the sky. It was sure to start snowing. The low temperature was a sign

The sky was so calm, peaceful, just like the celebrations taking place.

"I came because I wanted to, not because I had to."

"Is that right?" he asked doubtfully.

You stood up. The swing made a squeaking noise, the wind blowing sent a chill down your body, and you spun around in front of where the boy was sitting.

"Look at me, I'm outside my warm and cozy apartment, on a cold, almost dark afternoon, freezing."

"Just for you." Your hand gently stroked his head, his small black locks.

It was unexpected, but the boy pushed himself forward, freeing his hands from the chains of the swing, taking a few small steps and hugging you. His small strength made you step back a little, but you recovered and continued stroking the boy's head.

That day, you took him to a 24-hour cafe. A misfit's paradise without company, perfect for the big day it was.

"Go ahead, order whatever you want, this will be our celebration," you smiled and pushed the boy into a seat, placing a paper menu in his hands.

It was a great night, with delicious and unhealthy food, a movie on the restaurant TV, small board games from your favorite manager and business owner.

And long conversations, jokes, and pointless ramblings.

Your phone received a few texts and a call. It was your family's butler, asking about your attendance.

A big party, being thrown by your father and your siblings, for their acquaintances and friends... you didn't fit in. Before, you had to attend, but now with your little brother, you have a perfect excuse.

You watched the boy smile and devour a plate of sweets.

Oh, it was like those days with your mother.

"Hey, ___, I have news for you." The boy appeared at your apartment. It became a habit for him to always visit you, in his free time, even after your time in the big brother program.

Even when the boy grew up, even when he found loving parents and siblings who appreciate him, he still visits you, even introducing you to his parents, who were kind to you, even inviting you to some of their get-togethers or parties.

You have a sneaky suspicion that if they could, they'd adopt you too. It's not that you were complaining; you loved that loving, large family, and your brother too.

You looked up from your computer and drew paper designs.

"What's up, sweetheart?" you called him by his nickname.

"Hey, stop calling me that, it sounds weird," he complained.

"Hahaha, sorry, I can't help it, it's funny to see you angry."

"You know what? Forget it," he pretended to back down and ignored you.

"Hey, come on... don't leave me with any doubts."

"Hmm, I'll do it, but you need to stop joking."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop." You shuffled your feet across the floor, moving your stroller to where the boy was sitting on the couch watching you.

"Well... my school is going on a field trip to the Metropolis Museum, and they've also organized some friendly soccer games with some schools from other cities." You could tell he was excited.

"Is that so? Well, it'll be a lot of fun, but make sure you don't get into trouble."

"..." You saw the boy squirm nervously in his seat, avoiding your gaze.

"What's up, what's that reaction?"

"Well, maybe I put your name down as a volunteer for the trip, and I'll assure my parents."

"Yeah, well, I hope you enjoy it... wait, did you put my name in it?" You were distracted, but after absorbing his words, you became alarmed.

"Yeah... well, I wanted to take a trip with you and my other siblings. They're coming too."

"I thought it would be fun," he said with a little hesitation.

You rubbed your fingers against your forehead, trying to relax and not explode.

Well, it wasn't a big sacrifice. You had your work at home. You could get ahead a bit, make deliveries quickly and finish some client orders, reschedule your schedule, make some calls, postpone, and stop accepting jobs.

Ah, just thinking about it exhausted you.

You looked angrily at the boy who smiled innocently.

"Ahhh, I'll go." That earned you a cheer. You even heard voices in the hallway; it was probably the other kids.

"But I need everyone's help to finish my work, or else I won't be able to go."

There were no protests, just hugs first from your favorite brother and then from the other children you grew attached to.

Damn, your time with children was spent talking to you. You even stopped picking verbal fights, the only ones you had left after leaving physical ones behind when Billy told you it was better to talk than to fight and settle things with blows.

Even when they drove you crazy, you promised to behave yourself with people.

"I heard your academy is going to Metropolis," Dick said curiously.

"Yeah, now they've decided they'll do programs to integrate different schools, to share bonds... and all that ridiculous stuff," Damian said without interest.

"Oh, come on, it'll be fun," Dick defended the idea.

"No, it won't be, even the games."

"Maybe they included you in that," Jason mocked the demon child's fate.

They only received a frown in response.

"Oh, haha, so it's true." Tim also took the new information with grace.

"Well, how about we all take advantage and go watch the games?" the oldest brother of the family suggested.

"What?"

"You're joking, right?" It wasn't surprising that everyone reacted badly.

"Yeah, let's do it," the father of all the children, who had been listening silently, confirmed the idea. which ended in many complaints, but none of them managed to prevent the trip.

#yandere dc #yandere platonic #x reader #dc billy batson

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bernardsgfs · 1 year ago

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vegas virgin | c.s

chris sturniolo x female reader

warnings: swearing, smut

preview: you tag along with chris and matt on a las vegas trip when something unexpected happens

lowercase intended

(feels rushed so sorry | first fanfic)

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y/n has been friends with the triplets for a long time, she’s had different relationships with all of them, she’s really good friends with nick, y/n tells nick pretty much everything. matt has always been the sweetest to her ever since they’ve met, while their younger brother, chris hates her and couldn’t care less. you were currently sitting on their couch waiting for them to come down to go on a plane to las vegas with them to watch their brothers game while nick was god knows where. ”you ready to go?” matt asks me, walking down the stairs. He plops down on the soft couch opposite from you looking at you. you nod slowly looking down at your phone. “chris doesn’t want you to come with us.. but I insisted.” matt says smiling. “why does he hate me anyways?” You ask. “I genuinely have no clue.” he says standing up. chris slowly comes downstairs, sighing as he rolls his eyes when he sees me sitting at the couch with my suitcase next to me. “is she seriously coming.” he asks matt as I slowly look up “yes she’s seriously coming chris.” chris opens the front door “whatever..” he mutters, carrying his bags out to the car. “sorry about that y/n” matt says quietly, making sure chris doesn’t hear. “it’s fine” you say shrugging it off, following them to the car.

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-later in the airplane-

CHRIS POV

It was dark on the plane with most passengers asleep, we were almost there and I was forced to sit next to y/n. I sigh, looking out the window, as y/n’s head lays on my shoulder fast asleep. music playing in my ears as the hood of my sweatshirt lays on top of my hair. I feel y/n move slightly next to me. I turn my head watching her sleep peacefully, her chest moving up and down slowly. I move my hand to brush the strands of hair shielding her face. as I turn back to look out the window I hear matt come back from the bathroom, he gives me a confused look, looking down at y/n. matt sits down and pulls out his phone to start texting me.

(a/n: imagine the text color blue, sorry)

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-next day-

Y/N POV

I sit against the bench feeling the warm night breeze, I scroll on my phone waiting for matt and chris to come out from justin’s game. I wait patiently until I hear someone call my name. I snap my head up from my phone and look around to see matt waving at me from the front door of the building. I stand up and walk to matt, seeing chris stare at me intently as matt and justin laugh at an inside joke, I stare at chris back until matt turns his head to talk to me. “You hungry?” he asks me “very.” I say and giggle as I walk with matt to the car with chris and justin walking behind us.

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we slowly walk to our table as the waiter places down the menus and walks off. as I sit down I see chris move his hand to his pants slowly readjusting them looking away from me. I ignore it and look down at the menu in my hand as I feel eyes burning into my head, knowing it’s chris I brush it off, matt nudges my arm next to me. “what are you getting?” he asks softly, “probably fettuccine alfredo” I say smiling, he nods and looks back down. I look up at chris to see him already looking at me, I watch his eyes slowly wander down to my lips and quickly look back up at my eyes. I blush and look back down at my menu.

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as I finish my food I put the fork on the plate and put my dirty napkin on top of it. “I have to go to the bathroom really quick.” I say getting up. “me too actually..” I hear chris say, I turn around to try and talk to him but instead feel chris pushing me against the bathroom door and pinning me onto the wall “c-chris..!” “fuck don’t speak.” He says as he quickly pushes his lips against mine. I whimper quietly as he taps my leg, I jump up wrapping my legs around his waist feeling a hard bulge underneath “c-chris I don’t know-“ a stifled moan from my mouth interrupts me as I feel his lips against my neck. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since we stepped off that plane.” he says breathing heavily, his hands find its way under my skirt tugging at my thong as I bite my lip softly “off.” chris mumbles as I help him pull off my thong, I gasp as I feel his fingers rub my clit, “c-chris” I moan. “you’re a virgin right?” He asks still rubbing my clit. I nod responding with a weak “mhm” leaning my head back. “I’ll go soft don’t worry” he says pushing 2 fingers in, I gasp and grip onto his shirt, he smirks kissing my neck slowly tugging at the top of my tank top with his teeth. He pulls out his fingers and shoves them back in over and over again as I moan and flinch on top of him. “fuck.” I hear him mumble as I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter. He rubs my clit with his thumb while sucking on my neck and I grip tighter at his shirt, my knuckles turning white. “I-“ a wave of pleasure hits me as I feel my orgasm spill out onto his fingers. “good girl” he whispers kissing my cheek, he pulls my thong back on me and sets me down, bringing his 2 fingers to his mouth sucking my juices off as he walks out back to the table. I sit on the floor panting heavily as I wrap my head around what just happened. I struggle to stand back up and open the bathroom door getting ready to go back to the table where everyone else is.

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#christopher sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #smut #sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 8 months ago

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Hopefully this doesn't come off as snarky, but I find it genuinely hilarious that every "big-name" Leona fan that I've seen seems to like him against their will lol. I've always had Leona as my favorite, so it's fun to see the journey other people go through to liking/appreciating him!

Look 💦 I can’t speak for other L*ona likers (regardless of size, honestly; I'm a firm believer that one's level of internet fame isn't a factor in the devotion for a character) but for me—to quote Scar—“my words are a matter of pride.” And by confessing to (ick 🤢) LIKING LION… it’s throwing all that pride out of a window. It seriously does feel like these feelings exist against my will.

I have a summary of my story to explain my relationship with the lion lore 💀 I call it a summary, but it’s still kind of long— It's below the cut for those who are interested!

To begin with, the promotional materials didn’t sell me on him. Everything about how he initially presents—from his arrogance to his “tough/bad boy” design (seriously, that biker-cowboy combo of his dorm uniform is SO ugly and shows way too much skin for my liking…)—was so unappealing to me. He seemed exactly like the kind of character and tropes I tend to dislike. The only “good” thing I saw in him was his face (which, ironically, is what Vil says about him) and maybe his UM chant particularly the line where he demands you kneel before him. Then comes along book 2, which is easily the weakest of the main story and does a HUGE disservice to him, making L*ona seem a lot stupider than he actually is. At that point, I had basically written his entire character off. I claimed to all my Twst friends that there was nothing that would ever make me like him.

Around 2022, I decided to get involved in a round of EBG (Epic Bias Game) which is basically like a test of your will?? You’re supposed to compete with your friends to see who can go for the longest without talking about or acknowledging their oshi (which includes not being able to react to fan works of them). As part of EBG, each participant was randomly assigned a “new oshi” to replace the usual one AND GUESS WHAT, I GOT HANDED L*ONA BY THE WHEEL OF FATE 💀

One of my friends (who knew I hardcore hated him at the time) assured me that this would get me to change my mind. They even went out of their way to write a little story explaining how my OC was forced to spend more time with L*ona, which led me into writing interactions between them to build more of the lore. I managed to outlast the friend in EBG, but didn’t win the entire game. I came out of it not really feeling super different about L*ona, but I think forcing myself to write about him extensively helped me gain a little more perspective on his character. I still didn’t like him, but I at least appreciated his presence in the cast a little more.

AND THEN TWST HAD TO COME AND BASH ME OVER THE HEAD WITH L*ONA CONTENT… All the little vignettes and voice lines where other characters would talk about what a good leader he is (*glares at Epel, Jack, Ruggie, Savanaclaw mobs, etc.*), when he sarcastically claims to be a “delicate prince” or a “lost child”, those moments where he sasses others, times when he’s able to use his charisma and/or intelligence to pull ahead, rare instances when he whips out his royal manners, him respecting women… But I think the turning point for me had to have been book 6 OTL GOOD LORD, BOOK 6 FUCKED ME UP 😭 Him using his UM in a creative way to turn falling glass shards into harmless sand? And strategically turning himself in?? Willingly ceding control of the dorm to Ruggie??? Telling everyone about Styx’s lore???? AND THE BEEF HE HAD WITH JAMIL BUT STILL GIVING HIM WISDOM AND ADVICE… Sometimes I still tear up thinking about how L*ona says “You’re not like me,” to Jamil 😔 implying that part of the reason why L*ona guides others is because he has hope in their futures but not his own… (I’m still salty that EN messed up this line by changing it to “I’m not like you,” which makes him come off as way more arrogant 💦) Anyway, I blame book 6 for being the tipping point in my downward spiral 🌀 IT GOT WORSE IN BOOK 7 WHEN HE STARTED SHOWING HE'S MOTIVATED TO ACTUALLY GRADUATE AND TAKES ON AN INTERNSHIP THAT COULD BENEFIT HIS COUNTRY... Special shoutout to the Club Wear card for being especially hot-- I did my best to hold out against the steady drip of content that called attention to his… positive traits… (Not that I’m saying he doesn’t have any; I mean this in that whenever his strengths as a character are brought up, they really get to me as someone who loves intelligent, mature/responsible types and “big brother” figures OTL) BUT IT'S SO HARD WHEN TWST KEEPS PULLING STUFF LIKE THAT???

Then in 2024 came the stupid Lost in the Book with Nightmare Before Christmas event 💀 which finally introduced us to L*ona in full formal attire (MY WEAKNESS) and gave him the opportunity to be in the role of the "hero" and leader... and those Nightmare Suit vignettes 😭 Leona thinking about what it actually means to be "king"... Ugh, it was another strong showing of his character. I'm pretty sure it was this event that started the snowball of my friends (lovingly) bullying me about him and calling me a tsundere about it. Weirdly enough, a BUNCH of things started happening irl to push L*ona at me too. For example, my pet (who usually actively avoids or attacks Twst stuff) was actually eager to pose for a picture with a L*ona standee. In a group fan merch order, I had asked for the bonus Grim sticker but the artist (who had no idea about my complicated thoughts on L*ona) said they were out of the Grim sticker but they had L*ona stickers they could include instead. Most recently, I had just finished this last-minute artwork of Miss Raven eating pocky by herself to celebrate Pocky Day (11/11). Typically the fan art you'd see on this day would involve two characters playing the "Pocky Game" (in which the players try to eat a stick of pocky from either end; usually it's framed as romantic since meeting in the middle results in a kiss). However, I had chosen to do a solo Miss Raven art because I thought this suited her "I want to be taken seriously!" personality better. Well, guess what? I GOT A PACKAGE DELIVERY NOTIFICATION FOR THE TWST MERCH ORDER... WITH L*ONA IN IT 💀 Almost like he heard there was food meant for sharing and he came to claim it for himself... Like I literally did NOT choose for these things to happen to me, THEY HAPPENED ON THEIR OWN. I DON'T BELIEVE IN PREORDAINED EVENTS BUT THE UNIVERSE SURE IS WORKING IN STRANGE WAYS.

So now that the tables have turned, it’s really embarrassing. Everything is coming back to bite me in the butt… It truly feels like L*ona plotted this all along and was on the prowl, patiently waiting for me to get worn down before he pounces and delivers the final blow to my ego OTL Like, it's gotten to the point where many of my long-time friends in the Twst community are now joking that "It's over" for J word... ONE OF THEM EVEN TOLD ME IT FEELS LIKE I'M GETTING DIVORCED AND L*ONA IS THEIR NEW STEPDAD, HOW AM I SUPPSOED TO FEEL ABOUT HTHAT ??????????? ? ? ????? ? ??? ? ?? ?? ? ???? ?

But by the far the worst, the WORST part about everything here is that if L*ona were fully sentient, he would be so smug about recent developments 😡 It makes me SO mad thinking about how he'd look down on me with that hot smug rage-inducing smirk of his and make fun of me for eating my words so badly.

“What was that you said about hating my guts, herbivore? … Hah, it's written all over your face--you're terrible at hiding your true feelings. You can just give in, you know. Tell me how much you worship me. How much you want me. You'll give in eventually one way or another--so why not make this easier for the both of us and save us the time of playing the wait game? I don't bite, promise." (<- a liar)

(Disclaimer: NOT MY MERCH; this is a L*ona Liker friend’s picture that they’re letting me use as a reaction image 😅)

THIS IS FR MY OVERBLOT ORIGIN STORY…

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Leona Kingscholar #NOT L*ONA ROT #notes from the writing raven #twst en #twisted wonderland en #book 6 spoilers #Savanaclaw #Epel Felmier #Ruggie Bucchi #Jack Howl #Jamil Viper #jp spoilers #Vil Schoenheit #book 7 spoilers #Jade Leech

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ryik-the-writer · 2 months ago

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No one:

Me: Why the hell was Regina's 'happy ending' becoming queen again, a title and prestige she never wanted in the first place?!

Okay this has bugged me literally since I saw the last episode aired. Yes, literally since 2018.

Regina is a DEVASTATING character, especially when it comes to her relationship with her mother, Cora. That woman manipulated her relationship with her sister, her love interests, and even indirectly her affairs as queen...a position she herself wanted and sought vicariously through her daughter...WHO SHE LITERALLY NAMED QUEEN (at the time of her birth, was sixth in line to be queen(?))

No doubt Cora pushed Regina to marry for prestige rather than for love just as she did. We learn very quickly how Cora uses love and approval as a weapon, never giving her daughter peace until she does something "right". Of course, this all stems from Cora's own humiliation and downfall at the hands of the royal family, so this is obviously Cora's attempt to appease her own trauma at her daughter's expense.

Entirely at her daughter's expense.

Regina was devastated when the King proposed to her, and deeply betrayed at her mothers acceptance and gaslighting of the honor it would bring to the family. This would seal her fate: married to a man she did not love (a man who is obviously her father's age) a step-mother to a girl not even a decade younger than her, and more under her mother's control than ever.

And of course this would mean she would have to surrender the love of her life. It's no wonder they made a run for it. (Come to think of it, why did Cora choose to just kill Daniel and NOT rip out Regina's heart? It certainly would have made her easier to control, and would have saved her a lot of grief. Why allow the heartbreak of watching her soul mate die fester into rebellion? IDK, just a side bubble.)

She LITERALLY ran away from the responsibilities of queen. Cora had to restrain and coerce her back to the kingdom. Rewatching the scene gives me chills by how blanatly abusive Cora was and how she truely thought her actions were helpful.

Cora (I hate this bitch so much guys you don't even know) reminded her on what I assume is the day before her wedding that the kingdom did. not. like. her. Hours before she is to become queen. Of said kingdom. It's a rare moment when Regina actively calls out her mother on her abuse, the spark that sets off her rebellion moments later. It's a low blow and needlessly cruel, even for a woman without a heart. Cora then tells Regina outright she, in order to succeed in this new role, to make her happy WHICH SHE STILL WANTS TO DO DESPITE having her boyfriend killed right in front of her, she'd have to be LIKE her...something Regina DOES NOT WANT.

And because Daniel is dead and because Rumplestiltskin manipulates her to build up her power as queen, Regina stays in this role. She's still only 18, a child. With her mother out of the way and all this power at her fingertips...it's all she has. She's never been allowed to decide anything for herself at this point so going after it literally terrifies her.

Because of Cora's manipulation, Regina had no choice but to take the path her mother and Rumplestiltskin by default carved out for her. She had to stay in the shackles they bound her with.

It's understandable why, when designing the curse, Regina would be mayor. Of course, she'd be in charge; she had to be. She's older now, colder, and she's had ample experience ruling a kingdom at this point. And she seems to take it very seriously...as a queen would! She's planning new playgrounds, doing paperwork, constantly dealing with citizens' issues and trying to maintain order. Obviously, she gives a damn.

By season 2, Regina is ousted from the role and it is spread among the Charmings, even to the point that Regina moves out of the mayor's office. By season 4, Snow White attempts to officially take the title of mayor. This is after Snow White's motivation was established across the entire season, which was to take the kingdom back from Regina. It should be assumed the citizens of Storybrooke would not want to be ruled by the woman who tormented and cursed them in what is technically a democratic society. But obviously, between all the curses and having two children, Snow White's motivations and priorities have changed and the role is no longer suited for her in its full, official capacity. Regina, it would seem, takes the role back without protest or pushback and resumes seamlessly.

Even when Regina is not Mayor, she uses that time to figure her shit out. SHE GOES TO FREAKING THERAPY. She works on her relationship with Henry. She tries to change to the point she was willing to turn her own mother in. The only reason she relapsed was because Cora pulled them heartstrings...and didn't even need her heart to do it.

Season 6 is the only time we get to see Regina outside this role and...she's pretty damn happy.

I'm mean she's cursed and has all the trauma those curse memories came with but...as Roni she seems lighter somehow.

She's a business owner with respect but not necessarily leadership in this new community. This is the first time we get to see her as a bystander, trying to figure everything out with everyone around her. She gets to run a little pub, make fun holdiay-themed drinks, mentor and push together a couple of young kids who obviously have sparked. She didn't have to be Regina the Queen for once. She got to be FREE, the one thing she always wanted.

Until she woke up, and then she was Regina again.

She's the queen again, a role she did not want but accepted.

OUAT has too many plots to debate who was queen/mayor during all the curses, but at the end of the series, after Regina has reunited with her family again, and lost another love interest AGAIN, her happy ending...her end-all after all that loss and abuse and growth was to become queen of combine realm, presumably of citizens with mixed feelings of her? Who may still be in time loops or realm where she's still the Evil Queen? And now she took the steroid-version of a role that was forced on her, that she cried about, that she literally ran from? It still leaves a sour feeling in me.

Regina's ending should have ended with her opening a horse farm, watching the sunset and being free. I know she was accepted at the end but...she still deserved so much better.

I guess I can only say that she at least made the role her own. She went from a forced queen to an EVIL queen and finally someone who was a bit of both, but also one who had all the love of her friends and family tucked inside of her.

#doing this instead of updating my fics #regina mills #ouat #cora mills

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kittenisstarstruck · 2 months ago

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i noticed ur asks r open but if this makes u uncomfortable feel free to ignore but i was wonddering if you could do a small daichi or sugawara x first year!fem! reaader??? and js in genral how'd their relationship would be like?

ty for taking the time to read this!

hmmmm wait maybe i've got something here >>

The first day of college was not going as planned.

You’d left your apartment early, map screenshot in hand, backpack packed the night before, and your brand-new shoes laced tight with quiet determination.

But all the planning in the world couldn’t save you from two things:

The confusing maze of campus buildings.

The twisted ankle you got from tripping over an uneven curb outside the admin building.

You’d tried to shake it off, of course. It wasn’t that bad. You could walk, technically. It just… hurt. A little more with every step. And now, as you stood between two nearly identical classroom buildings with no clear signage and your phone refusing to load the map, you were two seconds away from giving up and sitting on the nearest bench to cry.

“Hey,” a warm, low voice said from just behind you. “You okay?”

You turned around, startled—and looked up into the face of someone who could only be described as effortlessly solid.

Dark hair. Steady brown eyes. The kind of face that made you think this guy’s either a campus security officer or a golden retriever in human form.

“I—uh,” you stammered, taking a step back—and immediately wincing as your ankle reminded you it still wasn’t happy.

He noticed.

“Ankle?” he guessed.

You nodded, embarrassed. “Yeah. Slipped earlier. It’s not bad. I’m fine.”

“Right,” he said, clearly not convinced. “Let me guess. First-year?”

“…Is it that obvious?”

He grinned. “Only a little. And definitely lost?”

“Completely,” you admitted with a sigh. “I’m trying to get to Building H, room 217. Stats class. But this place is like a labyrinth and my GPS hates me.”

He chuckled, then slung his backpack higher on his shoulder. “I’m heading that way. Come on, I’ll walk you.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I know. But I want to.” He glanced down at your foot. “And you shouldn’t be wandering around alone with a bad ankle.”

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Okay. Thank you…?”

“Daichi. Sawamura Daichi.”

That name rang a faint bell—maybe someone had mentioned him during orientation? Regardless, you followed him, trying not to limp too obviously. He adjusted his stride to match yours without a word.

“Stats, huh?” he asked after a moment. “Brave choice for a first class of the semester.”

“I figured I’d get the suffering out of the way early.”

He laughed, a low, pleasant sound. “Smart. I took it last year—it’s not too bad once you get past the first few chapters.”

“Guess I’ll find out soon enough,” you muttered, then added, “So what year are you?”

“Third. Crim justice major.” He gave you a side glance. “If you ever need someone to help interrogate your stats professor, I’m your guy.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. “Noted.”

When you reached your building, he held the door open and waited while you limped through. The hallway inside was buzzing with students, but he kept a hand lightly on your elbow so you didn’t get jostled.

“Room 217’s up the stairs, but…” He glanced down at your ankle. “You sure you can make it?”

You looked up at the long staircase and winced. “Not… gracefully.”

He looked thoughtful, then offered, “You want me to carry your bag? Or you could lean on me.”

Your eyes widened. “You’d… let me lean on you?”

He gave a small shrug, easy and sincere. “Of course. I mean, unless that’s weird.”

“…No. Not weird.”

So, you did.

It was awkward for maybe two seconds—until he joked, “You’re light. Definitely under the weight limit.”

You laughed, and just like that, the tension melted. He helped you up the stairs, steady and patient, and even waited outside the classroom until you were fully seated.

“Thanks again,” you said, finally settling into your chair. “Seriously. I might’ve cried in a bush without you.”

He gave you a warm smile. “No problem. And hey—if you need help with stats, let me know. I still have my notes.”

Your heart did a small, unexpected flutter. “You’d tutor me?”

“Sure,” he said easily. “We’ll trade—I’ll help you pass stats, and you keep me updated on which campus vending machines are least disappointing.”

You grinned. “Deal.”

Daichi smiled one last time, then gave a small wave before disappearing back down the hallway.

And as the professor started setting up slides, you stared at the door just a second longer than necessary—ankle still aching, heart suddenly not quite so heavy.

If college was supposed to be the beginning of a beautiful new era, yours was off to a catastrophic start.

Your ankle throbbed from twisting it on a curb during the mad dash across campus. Your phone had 8% battery left. You hadn’t eaten since last night because your nerves made you forget breakfast. And your first class of the semester? Already started five minutes ago.

You tried to limp quietly through the hallway, heat rising in your cheeks as your shoe scuffed the tile with every uneven step. Room 204… 205…

“206,” you breathed in relief, grabbing the door handle.

And that’s when your folder, awkwardly tucked under your arm, slipped and exploded across the floor like confetti. Papers fanned out everywhere—syllabus, notes, and the little hand-drawn map of campus you were trying not to admit you’d made.

You just… stood there for a second. Hovering awkwardly in the doorway, blinking down at the mess.

“Wow,” you whispered under your breath. “I’m killing it.”

“Need a hand?” came a soft voice beside you.

You turned—and looked straight into the kindest gray eyes you’d ever seen.

The boy crouching to help gather your papers had silver hair, a soft sweater pushed up to his elbows, and a smile that somehow made your panic quiet down just a bit.

“I—I’m sorry,” you said immediately, dropping to your knees despite the flare of pain in your ankle. “I didn’t mean to hold everyone up—”

“Hey, you’re good,” he said gently, stacking your notes before offering them back to you. “Professor’s still figuring out the projector. You’re actually early, by college standards.”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Mmhm. Trust me. No one’s judging you.” He paused, then nodded to your foot. “But I am a little worried about that limp.”

You froze, internally groaning. “You saw that?”

He grinned, tilting his head playfully. “Saw it. Heard it. Felt it in my soul a little.”

Despite yourself, you laughed.

“It’s nothing,” you added quickly. “I just… missed a step earlier. It’s fine.”

“You sure?” He opened the door for you and followed you inside. “Because if you faint from pain halfway through class, I’ll feel guilty for not insisting you see the nurse.”

You glanced at him as you made your way to a seat near the back, carefully lowering yourself into the chair.

“I’m really okay,” you assured. “It’s just… kind of a terrible first day.”

“Ah,” he said, sitting beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world. “So you’re one of those first-years.”

You gave him a look. “Those?”

“The ones the universe picks on for no reason during the first week,” he said dramatically. “I was one too. Ripped my jeans, forgot my schedule, spilled coffee down the front of my hoodie. My reputation never recovered.”

You cracked a smile, shoulders relaxing for the first time all morning. “Glad to know I’m not alone.”

“You’re not,” he said warmly, then added with a little smirk, “But, since we’re classmates now, I feel like I should properly introduce myself.”

He held out his hand.

“Sugawara Kōshi. Second year. Bringer of good luck and extra pens.”

You took his hand, trying not to look too flustered. “(Y/N). First year. Disaster in human form.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Disaster.”

You snorted.

By the time the professor finally started the lecture, your ankle still ached, your phone was probably dead, and you still hadn’t eaten—but somehow, everything didn’t feel quite so awful anymore.

Not when Sugawara leaned over halfway through to whisper jokes about the syllabus margins.

Not when he offered to send you his notes afterward, just in case you missed anything.

Not when he waited after class and casually said, “I know the best vending machine on campus, by the way. Let me walk you there before you pass out.”

And definitely not when he added, just as you limped beside him:

“You know… first days suck, but they get better. Especially if you have someone to sit next to.”

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thewritingrowlet · 1 year ago

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The Queen from The East, ft. tripleS Kotone

tags: first time (for the OC as well), creampie, cum-in-mouth, friends-to-lovers (I hope)

word count: 13k+

author's note: that seriously did not feel like 13k+ words. I just kept writing and writing over the weekend and somehow got here. Thank you always for reading, hope you like this one as well <3

p.s. almost forgot; I put a handful of little references and details (borrowed names, etc) in the fic using tripleS and the industry in general. Let me know which ones you manage to catch.

“Yo, prez, wait up”, that’s Seunghan, one of your staffs in the student council. You turn around and see him jogging to you. You ask him as he’s approaching you, “what is it, man?”. “News from Professor Hwang: a foreign student is transferring to our university, and-and she wants you to be there with her when the student arrives; you know, as the president of the council—God, I haven’t run this much in months”, he delivers the news as best he can despite his pants. “So, I’m meeting Professor Hwang, huh? When and where?”. Seunghan tells you the time and place of the new student’s arrival, “so in 2 hours, huh? Okay then”, you say to him. “Oh, one more thing”, Seunghan says before leaving, “you have to wear this”, he points to the council uniform he’s wearing. You roll your eyes when you hear his words—you have a love-hate relationship with that uniform. You find it unnecessary and cringe that your uniform specifically has the president’s badge on the right side of the chest area.

You don’t feel like walking back to your apartment, so you call an Uber and wait for it at the bus stop. The security guard at the bus stop, who you know pretty well, walks up to you, “going somewhere, president?”. He knows that you don’t really like being called “president”, so you know he’s in a playful mood. “Yeah, I gotta go home and change clothes, there’s a foreign student coming in less than 2 hours and we’re welcoming this student”, you tell him. “That’s curious”, he looks to the side, “must be an important person that you’re welcoming them”. You see your Uber pulling up to the bus stop, “we’ll see. See you later, Mr. Choi”, you wave him goodbye and get in the car. During the ride home, Mr. Choi’s words ring in your head repeatedly, “must be an important person”. You do your best to shake off your sudden nervousness—you don’t like being nervous as it makes your brain lag and your lips stutter.

As soon as you arrive at your building, you go straight to your unit and nervousness comes creeping to you once again. You decide to call a lifeline that is your mom; her heavenly and loving voice always calms you down no matter what storm is approaching. She picks up the phone right away, as she always does, “hi, sweetie—you’re on speaker, your dad is sitting next to me right now”, she says. “Hey, mom and dad”, your nervousness is obvious as it makes your voice shake, “I, uh, uh”—the words aren’t coming out of your mouth—”there’s a foreign student transferring to the university, and-and Professor Hwang wants us to welcome them”. “Sure, sweetie, go on”, your mom says. “Someone pointed out that it could be an important person so now I’m kinda nervous”, you confess to your parents. “Could it be them, honey? You told me a few days ago that he’ll be bringing his family and move to Seoul”, you hear your mom say to your dad. “Dad?”, you inquire, “you have something to tell me?”. “I don’t know exactly when they’re moving here, though, love”, your dad replies to your mom—you find it cute that they still talk so sweetly to each other as if they were still dating and not married for over 30 years. “You’ll have to see for yourself, sweetie”, your dad says over the phone—yes, your dad calls you “sweetie” like your mom does, “their last name is Kamimoto, so pay attention in case they have that name”. “Oh shit, you’ll have to behave, son”, your brain says.“Hey, president”, your dad calls out to you, “it’ll be fine, they’re some of the nicest people I know. Gather your mind, sweetie, there’s nothing to be nervous about”.

You spend a few more minutes talking to your parents. You talk about all sorts of things over the phone: their plan to visit Dubai to celebrate their marriage anniversary in October (it’s still friggin’ February, by the way), their plan to repaint the house, and their curiosity as to whether you’ve found a girlfriend yet; “I’ll date a Kamimoto, how about that?”, your parents laugh hearing you say that. “Alright, I gotta go, they’ll be here soon. I love you, guys. Also, tell Mr. Kim I said hi. See you soon, bye”. Mr. Kim is your parents’ chauffeur who has been with your family since you were a kid. He’s one of your parents’ employees who you admire thanks to his work ethic and sincerity in everything he does.

You throw your phone to the bed and take a quick shower. You then dig through your wardrobe to find your council uniform. You also decide to swap your canvas pants for trousers for more properness, just in case it really is the Kamimoto family. You don’t bother looking at the clock since you figure it’ll be better to get back as soon as possible and wait there until they arrive, so you call an Uber again to take you back to campus.

On your way back to campus, you see a Bentley Flying Spur in the Heather colorway, similar to what your parents have but painted in a different color, parked in front of your favorite sandwich shop, “oh, it’s really them, isn’t it?”, you say in your head. “We really need to behave here, young one”, your brain says in return. You look ahead and see the university building, indicating that you’re not too far away from it. You take a deep breath to calm yourself as your Uber gets closer to the gates. You get off the Uber at the same bus stop and see Mr. Choi again. “Have you figured out who it is yet?”, he asks. “I have some ideas, I’ll tell you later”, you give him and the other guard a nod and walk fast to Professor Hwang’s office.

You knock on her office door and the door gets unlocked. Professor Hwang is sitting in her chair, busy with the papers scattered on her desk—you also notice that her name stand is toppled over. She looks up and greets you with a warm smile, “hello, Mr. Jeon. Have a seat, please”. “Good afternoon, professor”, you nod and take a seat in front of her, “why the formalities, if I may ask?”. “I just heard that they’re important people, that’s all”, she looks at what you’re wearing and chuckles, “I’ve finally managed to make you wear the council uniform, haven’t I?”. You groan, “oh, come on, aunty. You know I don’t like this uniform”, you complain and lean back in your chair—that’s right, Professor Hwang Miyoung is actually your mom’s half-sister, but no one at the university knows about that—no one simply needs to. “Oh, I do. I must say, you look good in it. It says ‘president’ on your chest for everyone to see, as well”, she laughs but her eyes are locked at the papers again.

You hear a knock on the door and straighten your posture at the sound—can’t make it obvious that you’re just chilling with your aunt who also happens to be the dean. “Excuse me, Professor Hwang”, Miss Yoon, a staff member, says, “they’re here”. “Thank you, Miss Yoon”, she says as Miss Yoon retreats, “that’s our cue, my boy”. Professor Hwang takes your hand and drags you through the door in her office that leads straight to the meeting room next to it. She sits on one end of the table while you sit on the other, she then presses a button in front of her and speaks into the intercom, “please bring them in, Miss Yoon”. Miss Yoon opens the door and brings the guests in: a girl and her parents.

“Good afternoon, professor and council president”, Miss Yoon says, “this is Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto and their daughter who will be transferring here, Kotone”. Your brain alerts you, “it really is the Kamimoto family—remember your etiquette training”. You and Professor Hwang get up from your seats to greet them. “Sir, madam”, you say before bowing slightly in respect. You make eye contact with Kotone, so you have no choice but to acknowledge her presence and greet her with a polite smile, which she reciprocates twice as sweetly. Professor Hwang reaches out and shakes Mr. and Mrs. Kamimoto’s hands while Kotone moves to shake yours.

Everyone then takes a seat, and Professor Hwang starts the conversation, “welcome to Seoul, everyone. I take it we’ll be formalizing the transfer?”. Mrs. Kamimoto starts talking in response, her voice soft like your mom’s, “Thank you, professor. That is correct, we’re sending Kotone to study and get her degree here since we’ll be living in this city for at least 6 years. We would love to have a little chat as well if it’s not too selfish of us”. You glance at Kotone again, who’s sitting to your right, and see that she’s looking at you, so you look away in shyness and do your best to not blush because that would be very awkward.

It is now Mr. Kamimoto’s turn to speak, “I see that you’ve brought the council president as well, professor”, he looks at the goof sitting at the other end of the table: you, “please take care of our precious Kotone, president”, he continues. “You don’t have to call me that, sir”, you try to focus on the people in front of you, “please refer to me by my name, if you don’t mind; it’s Jeon Yunho”. “Jeon, Jeon—huh, that last name sounds very familiar”, Mr. Kamimoto looks at his wife for a few moments before turning back to you, “are you Jeon Daewon’s son, by any chance?”. “That is correct, sir. Have you met my father before?", you try to dig as much information as you can. “My wife and I are close to your parents, son. Tell me, will you take over your father’s company one day?”, Mr. Kamimoto’s acuteness surprises you. “We have talked about it before, sir. We have agreed to see how things turn out”, you answer his question as best you can. He seems to be somewhat satisfied with your answer, as he gives you a small nod, “you need to be ready, son; we’ll build our empire together and have you and Kotone at the helm”.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”, you scream in your head. His words stun you; you met these people mere minutes ago and he’s saying that? “Yo, this is fucking absurd, man”, your say in your head. You look at Kotone, who’s now looking down at the table, the pink tint on her cheeks clear as day to see. “Soojin-unnie will be so, so proud of you, Yunho-yah”, Professor Hwang says with a warm smile on her face. Her words surprised Mrs. Kamimoto, who questions her right away, “you know his mother, professor?”. “Ah, my apologies for speaking so carelessly”, she slaps her forehead, “I do, Mrs. Kamimoto. His mother is my half-sister, so we have different last names: mine is Hwang while hers is Shim—please don’t tell anyone, by the way”. Mrs. Kamimoto turns to her husband, “Life surprises you all the time, doesn’t it?”, she then looks to you and smiles warmly. Mr. Kamimoto’s eye smile is forming on his face as he nods in agreement, “it sure does”.

You proceed to spend almost an hour talking to the Kamimoto family about a wide range of subjects. They ask you about your grades, which you have no problem bragging about (keeping over 3,7 GPA for 4—potentially 5—straight semesters is no easy feat), your student council career, and your romantic life. You shyly confess to them that you have never dated anyone, citing your commitment to save yourself for someone special. Mr. Kamimoto nods in understanding while Mrs. Kamimoto giggles as she covers her mouth with a hand—Kotone looks away from you once again when you look at her. You really hope that you’ll be able to talk to her and get to know her better after this, as this meeting has a very big chance of making things awkward between you two.

Mr. Kamimoto looks at his watch and notices that they’ve spent too much time talking, so he gets up from his seat followed by his wife and daughter, “our apologies, professor, but we’re running short on time. My wife and I have some places we need to get to soon”. Everyone shakes the other’s hand, and before he heads out of the door, Mr. Kamimoto pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “you’re a good young man, your parents must be proud. Take care of my Kotone, will you?". “I will do my best, sir”, you whisper back to him and shake his hand after.

Kotone’s parents and Professor Hwang file out the door while Kotone herself stays in the room with you. “President”, she looks up at you with all the confidence she can muster, “can we be friends?”. You couldn’t pay much attention earlier, but her tone and thick accent sound adorable to you now. “Only if you don’t call me ‘president’ ever again”, you chuckle. “You’re older than me, though. Sunbaenim?”, she rubs her chin as the gears in her head turn. “Absolutely not”, you laugh, “you can call me ‘oppa’ if it’s okay with you”. “Deal, Yunho-oppa it is. You can call me Tone, by the way”, she shakes your hand one more time.

You now find yourself in front of your council office after giving her a tour of the university grounds. “This is the student council’s office”, you introduce the room in front of you to Kotone. You open the door and see that it’s empty; “great timing”, you murmur. You open the other door that has the text “president” written on it. “Welcome to my office, Tone-yah”, you head to your chair as she looks around the room. “It’s so… empty. There’s only a desk and two chairs”, she says. You laugh, “true, the previous president had so many things, so I took them out of the office”. She immediately sits on the empty chair while you just look at her. She looks at you, blinks a few times, and gets up from her seat while yelling, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to sit without your permission like that”. You’re absolutely flustered, “hey, hey, it’s okay, we’re friends; my friends do that all the time”. She blinks a few more times before shyly sitting back down.

“Tone-yah”, you say to her, who is now more relaxed and has her back turned away from you, “there’s a reason I brought you here”. She turns her chair to your direction, “and that is?”. You turn on the computer on your desk, “you see, I talked to my parents before meeting you and your parents today”. You enter the password on the computer before continuing, “I was asking my parents for advice because I was so nervous, and then they revealed that one of their business partners is moving to Seoul with his family. My dad told me to look out for the last name Kamimoto”. She maintains eye contact with you, her confusion is shown clearly on her features, “okay?”. “On my way here, I saw a Flying Spur parked in front of a Grilled Greed—there aren’t many Flying Spurs in this country to begin with, you see—so I figured that it was indeed my dad’s business partner’s family, and here you are”, you explain to her.

She says none and spins her chair around and around. She finally stops after a few spins, “I’m sorry, oppa, but I really didn’t catch the point”, she scratches her head. You chuckle at the sight in front of you. You get up from your chair and walk behind her, “the point is that you now owe me a video call with my parents”, you say as you push her chair to the other side of the table. You call your mom using WhatsApp on your computer. It takes a bit longer for her to pick up, but she eventually does. “Mom, is dad with you?”, you begin. “No, but I can get him. He’s in his office and I’m in the bedroom”, your mom says over the phone. “Yes, do that, please”, you look at Kotone who is still speechless, “I have something to show you two”.

It takes a few seconds for your mom to reach your dad’s office, and you hear your dad’s voice after your mom hands the phone over to him. “Sweetie, is everything okay? Your mom told me you have something to show us”, your dad is a bit concerned, as heard in his voice. “Well, not something—someone. Let’s switch to video call now”, you push Kotone out of the frame so that only you are seen on the camera. Your parents accept your video call request, and you see them sitting next to each other while looking at the screen confusedly. “Remember when I called earlier and said that I was nervous, and then you revealed that your business partner is moving to Seoul with his family?”, you grab the arm rest of Kotone’s chair and pull her into the frame, “well, here she is: the Kamimoto heir herself, in the flesh”.

Your parents stay quiet but the surprise on their faces is obvious. You don’t want this to start getting awkward, so you start the conversation, “mom and dad, meet Kotone. She’s the daughter of your friends and she’s transferring to my university. Kotone, this is my parents”. Your dad laughs and looks at your mom, “Akihito thinks he’s slick, doesn’t he? He thinks he can move to this city without me knowing”. Your mom smiles at your dad’s joke and starts talking to the camera, “hello, Miss Kamimoto, we are the Jeons. How are you? Is Yunho treating you well?”. “Oh, um, um—he-hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. My-my name is Kamimoto Kotone, nice to meet you both”, you can tell that she’s both surprised and nervous to suddenly hop on a video call with your parents. “Nice to meet you too, sweetie, but you didn’t answer my wife’s questions”, your dad cracks a joke. “Oh-oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon—what were the questions, oppa?”, Kotone whispers to you. “They asked how you are and if I’m treating you well”, you help her, “I’m well, Mrs. Jeon, thank you for asking. Ye-yes, Yunho-oppa is treating me well; he-he gave me a tour around the campus and now he’s brought me to his office”.

The sun went down at some point when you were talking over the video call with your parents and Kotone. “Sweetie”, your mom calls out to you, “I want to talk to you privately after we’re done, okay?”. Your eyes widen, not quite sure what your mom is trying to say, “sure, mom”. Kotone glances at you before quickly looking at the screen again. “Miss Kamimoto”, it’s your dad’s turn now, “tell me, would you visit our house one day for dinner?”. His question hits Kotone like a jab with how frontal it is—unlike a jab, though, it doesn’t hurt at all, just blush-inducing. “It would be such an honor, sir”, she turns her head to look at you and then back to the screen before covering her cheeks with her palms to hide the blush, “to what do I owe the pleasure, sir and madam? Al-also, please call me Kotone; there’s no need to be so formal with me”. “You owe us nothing, sweetie”, your dad shrugs, “you seem like a sweet person, and we just want to know you better”.

Your smartwatch vibrates; “stand up and move”, it says. “Has it really been an hour already?”, you find out that it’s now past dinner time. “Dad, mom, I’m sorry but we need to go. Kotone hasn’t eaten since this afternoon”. “Ah, has it been that long?”, you dad looks at the clock on the wall behind him, “yeah, I guess you’re right, sweetie. That’s alright, we can wrap it up here”. “Oh, one last thing, Mrs. Shim, if you don’t mind”, Kotone raises her hand and pushes you out of the frame to take the space in the center. Amused and surprised at the same time, your mom laughs and slaps your dad repeatedly in the back when she hears Kotone say her maiden name while your dad just smiles widely as he leans his head against his hand, “I haven’t used that name for over 30 years, sweetie—how did you know that name?”, your mom patiently replies to her. “Oh, I-I’m so sorry, Mrs. Jeon. Professor Hwang earlier said that she’s your half-sister. I-I was going to ask you about that, but I accidentally said your maiden name. Please accept my apology”, she bows in front of the screen. “Ah, Miyoung? Yes, she’s my half-sister, indeed—a bit of a long story actually, which is why you should visit us for dinner!”, your mom covers her mouth to hide her big laugh. “Alright, I’ll see you two soon! Bye!”, your mom and dad wave at the camera and end the call.

Kotone sighs and melts into the chair she’s sitting on, “oppaaaa, why did you do this to meeeeee, aaaaagh”, she whines cutely. “Ahahaha it’s nothing, sweetie. I just wanted to have a little follow-up with my parents on our conversation from earlier today”. Her eyes widen when she hears you refer to her with a pet name, “sweetie?”. Realization slaps you in the face; this is day one and you’re nowhere near the endearment stage. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that habit comes back to me every time I talk to my parents; I mean you heard how often they said that word”, you deflect. “Come on, let’s go get something to eat”, you get up from your chair and start walking out of the council office followed by Kotone.

“Oh, actually—wait outside, will you? I need to call my mom, you heard what she said ealier”, you find your mom’s number on your phone and call her. She picks up immediately, “hi, mom. You said you wanted to talk?”, you greet your mom. “Hi, sweetie. I just wanted to remind you to treat her well”, she starts, “your dad and I know that you are a good person and are more than capable of taking care of someone—we raised you to be that sort of person”. “Of course, mom. I would never hurt Kotone”, you tell her. Your heart wonders after you say that sentence, “are you sure she’s your friend or have you started thinking that she’s more than that?”. “Yunho-yah”, she calls out, “I think you might be able to have a special something with Kotone”. That sounds absurd, considering that you have just met Kotone today, but you’re not in the mood for disagreement with your mom at the moment, “you know I like living life one day at a time, mom, we’ll have to see where we go from here”. “Of course, sweetie—oh, almost forgot; I had your dad send you some money and we want you to treat her to dinner. Can you do that?”. You hear a chime from your watch, “KR₩ 500.000 has been credited to your account”, the notification says; “that is a ridiculous amount of money for dinner”, you think to yourself. “Sure, I’ll take her to Grilled Greed or something”, you say.

“I’m guessing that was your first time at Grilled Greed”, you say while walking side by side with Kotone. “Of course it was, oppa. We don’t have that in Tokyo”. You keep walking until you get to the gates—no Mr. Choi this time. You say bye to the guards and give them a little wave; deep inside, they’re probably wondering where has the president found this girl and why is she following him around like that. “Walk faster, Tone-yah. Do you not want to eat?”, you tease her with your fast walking speed. “Op-hah-oppa, slow down, please. I can’t keep up with you”. You hear her sincere plea and stop in your tracks. You turn around and notice that her steps have gotten heavier as her legs are about to give out any moment now. You walk back to Kotone and kneel in front of her while showing your back to her, “come, I’ll carry you”. Your back is turned, so you don’t see the way her cheeks turn red as if burned by the sun.

You keep carrying her until you arrive at the doors of Grilled Greed, “we’re here, Miss Kamimoto”. “Oh, c’mon, not you calling me by my last name like that”, she jumps off your back and tidies her clothes. “Alright, let’s go in”, you take her hand and pull her into the restaurant. “Can you tell me what you had earlier?”, you ask Kotone as you look at the menu board above you. “I had the number 3 while my parents had the number 1”, she points at the board, “did I choose well, oppa?”. “It’s fine, yeah. There are things I like way better, though”, you then turn to Jaehyuk, the shop’s employee you’re the closest with, and tell him your preferred orders, “I’d like to have a number 0 with extra pickles. As for the lady“, you turn to Kotone, “what are we thinking, Tone-yah?”. “Pick for me, oppa”, she relinquishes her freedom of choice to you. “Do you like tomatoes?”, she shakes her head at your question, “I’d also like to add a number 6, two packets of honey barbeque sauce, two packets of mango habanero sauce, and two large crinkle-cut fries as well, please”. Jaehyuk then gives you two big cups after you’re done ordering and paying, and you head to the drink machine to get their signature iced lychee tea.

You can’t find an empty table on the first floor, so you head upstairs, “Jaehyuk-hyung, we’re upstairs!”, you notify him, and he gives you a thumbs-up as acknowledgement. You find an empty table in the corner and pull a chair for Kotone before sitting down across her. “What did you get for us, oppa?”, she takes off her coat and sets it on the empty chair next to her. “Well, number 0 is a spicy chicken sandwich with their specialty sauce, and I asked for extra pickles. Your number 9 is a double smash burger with cheese and grilled onions, which I think goes really well with their mango habanero sauce”. “Double!?”, her tone rises in shock, “that must be a big one, oppa. I won’t be able to finish it!”. “Nah, you will, you haven’t eaten all day”, you shrug.

It took about 15 minutes for the food to arrive at your table and both of you start with the fries first. “Warm and crispy as always”, you nod in satisfaction. “Here, dip it in this”, you open a packet of mango habanero and dip a fry in it. Your groan sounds like a moan this time, as you’re reminded how hard this combo hits. “Habanero? Isn’t that, like, super spicy?”, she wonders. “Just try a little bit if you’re scared, I think it’s amazing—we should come back and try their blueberry chipotle sauce next time, by the way”, you tell her. “You come here often, don’t you, oppa?”, Kotone says as she dips a fry into the sauce, “oh, it’s really good, actually”. You smile at her, “told ya it’s good—and yes, I do come here a lot. The amount of money I’ve spent in this shop is absurd”. “You should just buy the restaurant at this point, no?”, Kotone jokes before letting out a loud laugh, which you find to be cute. You laugh at the joke enthusiastically, “nah, they run this place better than anyone else ever could. Maybe I’ll invest in them or something”.

After finishing a serving of fries, you two move on to your sandwiches. Kotone unwraps her burger, and her jaw drops in surprise, “wow, look at this thing”, she rotates the sandwich around to take a good look at it. She then takes a bite and immediately closes her eyes and leans back in her chair at the taste, “holy shit, that is glorious—excuse my language, oppa”. You giggle at her reaction to the food and unwrap your sandwich. Kotone sees the visuals of your sandwich and comments, “that looks really spicy, you sure you can handle that?”. You shrug at her comment, “yeah, I think the pickles balance the spiciness really well”, you then take a bite of your sandwich; the chicken is both juicy and crispy while the buns are very soft—absolutely incredible.

You two finally finish all the food you ordered after 30 minutes of eating. Kotone’s drink is still full because she was drinking from your cup, like a true friend. “I don’t think I’ve asked where you live in this city”, you say to her. “I’m staying in a hotel until the weekend. I was thinking if you can help me find an apartment after that”, she wipes her mouth with a napkin, “can you do that?”. “Sure, let’s start tomorrow since I’m free tomorrow”, you tell her. “What about me? Am I free tomorrow? You’re the president, do you have any idea how this works?”, she asks you a quick burst of questions. “Council president”, you correct her, “let’s not make it sound like I’m someone super important—now to answer your question: you’ll most likely be free of schedules this week so feel free to do whatever. Transfer students usually start on the following Monday after they have been registered at the university”.

“Okay, so how do you want to do this?”, you say to her outside the restaurant. “What do you mean?”, she’s unsure of what you’re talking about. “Your hotel is quite the distance away from this area so I offer you two options: we walk to my apartment and get the car so that we can drive there, or we go in that direction to catch a bus”, you tell her. “Hmmm”, Kotone puts on her thinking cap, “can we do option 1?”. You nod, “we sure can”, you kneel and offer her your back again, “get on—don’t spill your drink on me, though”. She gets on your back, and you give her a piggyback ride to your apartment.

“Whew, here we are, finally—hah, fuck”, you pant in exhaustion. “Get-get down, princess, please”, you say to the girl on your back. Kotone blushes when she hears you call her that, but since you don’t have eyes on the back of your head, you’re oblivious to it. You look straight into her eyes before opening your mouth, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me to get the car key because I don’t want to leave you outside alone. On my family’s name, I swear I will not do anything stupid or harmful to you”. Kotone covers her face to hide her watermelon-red cheeks; “oppa is so sweet and mature but also goofy at the same time”, her heart says. “Of-of course, oppa. Lead the way, please”, she reaches out and holds your hand. Your heart flutters at the contact but you do your best to hold your excited horses and lead her through the building to your unit.

You finally arrive at your door after navigating through the building. “Why is your unit on the highest floor like a building owner, oppa? Do you actually own this building? Maybe your parents?", she asks you. You let out a small laugh as you punch in the door code, “No, I don’t own this building—we’re looking, though”. You open the door and stand on the side, “I’m respectfully asking—wait, what?", your words are cut off as Kotone enters right away. “I heard you the first time, oppa. I know you won’t try anything with me”, she smiles warmly at you. “Cool, okay”, you shrug, walk to the table by the door and open the section locked behind a fingerprint scanner. “You’re just like my dad”, she giggles, “he also keeps his keys like this—my mom and I can open it, though”. “One day you’ll be able to open this too, sweetie”, you hear your heart say. You shake your head to rid the thought and grab the key, “alright, we can go now”. You two get out of the apartment and lock the door behind you.

You enter the escalator with Kotone and head to the basement parking lot. Good for you, your car is parked in a reserved spot close to the escalator—shoutout to dad who managed to arrange it. “Here’s my car”, you point to the white 2023 Nissan GT-R in front of you. “Were you trying to impress some Japanese girl by owning a Japanese car?”, Kotone laughs, “because it’s working right now, oppa, and it’s not about the car”, she mutters to herself. “I mean, I’ve always wanted a GT-R so I bought one”, you unlock the car and open the passenger door, “please, make yourself comfortable”. Kotone gets in the car and puts on the safety belt right away, “very good, safety first”, you commend her. You close her door and get in the car from the driver’s side. The car roars to life when you press the start button, “Hoookay, let’s act nice, Nina; we have a princess in the passenger seat today”, you glance at Kotone who happens to be looking out the window to hide her blush.

You start driving and get out of the building through the gate. You now find the two of you sailing the asphalt sea. “You have a name for your car, oppa?”, Kotone attempts to start a conversation. “I do, actually. I named my parents’ old Phantom as well; it was Blacky, because it was, well, a black car. I’m weird like that, you know?”, you confess despite your embarrassment. “You’re not weird”, Kotone hears her brain say. “I’m so deep into this already, aren’t I?”, she wonders to herself. “Is there anywhere you want to visit on the way? Convenience store, maybe?”, you ask her next. “I do need to buy some things, actually. Can we stop by at one?”, she requests. “Siri-yah”, you call out to your phone, “find me a convenience store”.

You proceed to drive to the convenience store that was suggested to you by Siri. Kotone tells you to stay in the car because she won’t be long. She’s duping you so that you won’t know the things she’s buying: soaps, pads, snacks, and condoms; “in case we’re getting lucky tonight”, she thinks to herself. Thankfully for her, the bag isn’t transparent like some other stores use, so its content can remain a secret to the eyes of others, like you. In less than 10 minutes, she gets back in the car and implies that she’s ready to continue the trip.

It doesn’t take long from that stop until you get to her hotel. You find a parking spot in front of the lobby and get out of the car with Kotone. “I’m guessing you’ve been here before?”, she walks over to you to talk some more. “I have, for a meeting. Never stayed here before, though”, you take her hand and head inside. “Do friends hold hands when they walk together?”, your brain is questioning everything you’re doing.

You and Kotone smile at every hotel staff member you see as you walk to the escalator. She stops a few steps away from the elevator and turns to look at you, “I’m respectfully asking you to come up with me”, she returns your words to you. You chuckle and shake your head, “and for what reason, Miss Kamimoto?”. Your question stuns Kotone and leaves her speechless; she was expecting that tonight was going to be a passionate one but you’re not cooperating right now. “Please, just go get some rest. You just arrived in this city a few hours ago, you must be tired. I’ll see you around, okay?”, you wave at her and turn to leave.

Kotone enters the elevator alone and goes to her room right away. She’s still stunned by how things turned out to be. She threw herself at you, but you didn’t jump at the opportunity to have a hot night the way Kotone had thought. “Ugh, what is wrong with this guy?”, she wonders in annoyance, “is he playing hard to get? Surely not, right?”. As soon as she enters her room, she throws her stuff on the bed before ditching her clothes and heads straight to the bathroom, hoping that a shower will help clear her mind. She stands underneath the running shower as water runs all over her body. “What plans do you have for us, oppa?”, she mutters to herself.

She leaves the bathroom after she’s satisfied with her shower. She digs through her suitcase to find some clothes to sleep in. She then grabs the bag of stuff from the convenience store, “not using these yet”, she looks at pack of condoms in the bag and stuffs it in her handbag for future use. Only when she gets on her phone does she realize that she didn’t ask for your number. “That’s unfortunate; we could’ve talked over the phone tonight”, Kotone sighs in disappointment. “Guess he’s right; I should just rest”, she positions her pillow and rests her head on it before drifting to dream land.

It's now the start of a new week, which means Kotone should be at campus for stuff like figuring out her schedule and potentially going to her first class. Your class doesn’t start until 9 am, so you opt to chill at the council’s office. You see Seunghan as you open the door to the office and he greets you as you two make eye contact, “yo, what’s up, prez. How did yesterday go?”. You walk up to him to give him a fist bump, “the transfer student turned out to be the daughter of my dad’s business partner”, you tell him in a clear manner. “Someone rich, huh?”, Seunghan says, “are you trying to date her or what? Maybe start building your little empire here?”. You chuckle and wave at Sunwoo who’s also in the room with you, “you’re yapping, man”. “Hey, I’m just saying—if it won’t be you, then it’ll be me”, you hear him say loudly behind the door. “Yeah, man, whatever”, you murmur to yourself. “You’re not really letting Seunghan get close to her, are you?”, your heart speaks its mind. You take a deep breath before replying to it, “no, absolutely not”.

You’re sleeping in your chair in your office until you hear some loud knocks on the door. “Oppa, you have a guest. She said her name is Kotone”, Sunwoo says behind the door. “Thank you, Sunwoo-yah. Please let her in”, you tell her as you recollect your consciousness. Would you look at that: Kotone is here to visit you on her first day as a student at the university. You look at what she’s wearing today: a black cardigan over a white shirt and a knee-long skater skirt. “Good morning”, you say before yawning, “have a seat, please. How are you today?”. “Were you actually sleeping?”, she sits in front of you and puts her bag on your desk. “Mm-hmm. I didn’t have much sleep last night, Tone-yah. My parents want to celebrate their anniversary in Dubai, so I had to speak with a bunch of people about a bunch of things”, you explain to her with strange hand gestures before leaning back in your chair again, “is there anything the president can help you with?”. “I need help figuring us out”, she says with a low voice. You didn’t catch it, so you ask her, “huh, what was that?”. She deflects in panic right away, “I was thinking we could get breakfast together, but you look so tired”. You take a deep breath and get up from your chair, “anything for the lady”, you say to her.

Kotone asks you to recommend a breakfast spot, so you take her to your favorite chicken congee shop for a bowl or two. “Good morning”, you say to the owner, “can we get two congees, two blackcurrant teas, and a serving of gizzard and liver, please?”. The owner writes down your order and you leave to find a table. “Gizzard and liver? Seriously?”, Kotone can’t believe what she just heard. “I like it, you should try some if you’re not too grossed out”.

You both sit at one of the few tables the shop has and have some small talk until the owner brings out your order. “How do you usually do this?”, Kotone looks at you for clues. Grab the bottle of pepper and chili powder in front of you and shake its contents out into your bowl. You pass the bottles to Kotone who then replicates your actions. “Here, try the gizzard on its own”, you encourage Kotone. She picks up a piece with her spoon and puts it in her mouth; “not too bad, actually—it’s chewy, why is it chewy?”, she says. You laugh at her, “that’s just how it is, really”.

You peek at your watch as you walk back to campus. 8:40 am, it says, which means you need to get ready for your classes today. “I’ll see you later, Tone-yah”, you say to her when you reach the campus gate. “Can we go look at apartments later, oppa? I’ve looked up a few options. We’ll need your car too, if you don’t mind”, she says to you. You don’t have anything to do tonight, so you agree to her, “yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up later”.

You say your goodbyes and start walking away from her, and that’s when you feel a tap on your shoulder, “I don’t have your number yet. How am I supposed to text you, you dummy?”, she says. You give her your number and say your goodbyes once again. Kotone has another idea to say goodbye, as she gets on her tiptoes and pecks your cheek before running away. You’re glad that she runs away, because your cheeks are as red as a perfectly ripe tomato.

She texted you earlier and said that she’d be done at 3 pm. So here you are, waiting for her in front of the gate while sitting in your car. She recognizes the car right away as soon as she walks out of the gate because it’s not like anyone else drives a GT-R—one problem, though: she has a sad face right now. You hop out and offer her a hug, which she accepts immediately. “We’re making a scene, oppa”, her face is pressed against your chest, but her voice is still loud enough to reach your ears. “The world is ours, Tone-yah. These people are merely leasing it”, you close your eyes to savor the moment you’re sharing with Kotone. “That’s cute, but seriously, we should get in the car”, she pulls away from the hug and gets in the car.

You two are now hidden behind the tinted windows of your car which give you enough privacy to catch up. “What happened?”, you ask the frowning princess in your passenger seat. “Is my Korean that bad, oppa? Is there something wrong with my looks?”, her glassy eyes are threatening to release tears, “I tried introducing myself to some people, but they looked at me as if they didn’t understand what I was saying and then they laughed at me. I-I was wondering if maybe my Korean was bad, or if I looked weird”. You take a moment to think of an answer, “You do have an accent, but I don’t think it’s that bad. Your Korean is decent for a foreigner”. You’re not entirely sure if that’s good enough of an answer, but that’s what your little brain can come up with at the moment. A little hum is all the sound Kotone makes before asking you to start driving.

You’re not entirely sure where to go, but you guess that she probably would love to have a sweet treat, so you head to a Frozen Feast that’s 5 minutes away from campus to get some ice cream. Kotone sees the sign and signs of happiness return to her features, “we-we’re getting ice cream, oppa?”. “We are, sweetie”, you say as approach the first drive-thru window. “Welcome to Frozen Feast, what can I get you today?”, a staff’s voice comes out of the intercom. “Hi, can I have two Yunho Specials, please?”, you say back. You start driving forward to the next window when the staff has finished taking your order. “Yunho Special, huh?”, Kotone wonders, “just how big exactly is your name around these parts, oppa?”. “Oh, it’s nothing; just something I came up with when they were a smaller business. It’s a simple one but they decided to add it to their menu”, you explain to her. “And what exactly is it?”, her curiosity continues. “You’ll see, it’ll come out soon”.

True enough, a staff leans out of the drive-thru window and gives you your order. You pay for the order and quickly leave—you want to get to the park and enjoy the ice cream there before it melts. Also, since you’re the luckiest person in the world, your favorite parking spot at the nearest park is empty when you arrive there. “Let’s get out of the car and sit on that bench under the tree”, you grab the bag and jump out of the car, followed by Kotone, who now seems to be in a better mood. You sit on the bench and pull out a cup of ice cream that is named after you. Kotone’s eyes widen in excitement as she sees the ice cream in your hand, “that looks so good already”, she says.

You hand Kotone her ice cream and pull the other one out of the bag. “So, what is this, exactly?”, she says as she takes a spoonful. “It’s chocolate brownie ice cream, drizzled with banana sauce on top. I haven’t had this in a while, actually”, you explain to her before shoving a spoonful into your mouth. “The banana sauce is amazing, oppa”, she says. “I know, right? They used to use it for another item too. One day I just went there and asked if I could have my choco brownie ice cream covered in banana sauce and they said yes—like I said, very simple, but also very good”, you take another spoonful before looking at Kotone, who’s eating her ice cream very cutely and enthusiastically. You muster up your courage and start petting the back of her head softly, “I’m glad that you’re feeling better”. “It’s hard not to when I’m with you”, she looks away to hide her crazy blush, “you can call me ‘sweetie’, by the way. I like how it sounds when you say it”.

You both finish the ice cream after savoring each spoonful and get back in the car. “You said we’ll be looking for apartments?”, you confirm with her. “Actually, I figured that I’ll just live in the same building as you, oppa. Should make things easier for us—I mean, me”. You act like you didn’t hear her correcting herself, but you can’t help but feel a little tingle of excitement in your heart at the prospect of living close to Kotone. “We can do that, yeah. I’ll call them and ask if there’s an empty unit somewhere”, you say as you make a U-turn to head back to your building.

To make sure that things go smoothly once you get there, you call the management office that oversees your building as you’re driving. “Hello, thank you for calling Dynamic Dwellings. This is Park Shion speaking. How may I be of help?”, says the female voice over the phone. “Good afternoon, Miss Park. This is Jeon Yunho from floor 35 of the Songpa-gu apartment building. I’m calling because someone I know is looking for a unit in that same building. What information can you provide me with right now?”, you tell the lady. “Please hold the line for a moment, sir”, she says before pausing for about 20 seconds, “there is an empty, fully furnished unit on the 33rd floor available for purchase or lease, Mr. Jeon. A bit smaller in size than yours, I must say”. You look over to Kotone and she nods in approval, “We’ll come and have a look. We’re on our way now. Thank you for the help, Miss Park”. “Of course, sir. I’ve notified the front desk as well, please tell them your name so that they can help you further”, she informs.

You two arrive at the building and see the man sitting at the desk. “Good afternoon, mister. My name is Jeon Yunho, I called earlier about the empty unit on the 33rd floor”, you say to him. “Good afternoon, Mr. Jeon. My colleague, Miss Lee Jiwoo, is waiting for you there. Would you kindly make your way there, please?”. You thank him and hold Kotone’s hand on your way to the elevator and to the 33rd floor. “Kotone is holding my hand tightly—her hand feels warm too”, you think as the elevator carries you to your destination. You’re instantly met with Miss Lee when you walk out of the elevator, “Mr. Jeon, is it?”, she initiates the conversation. You and Kotone take turns to shake her hand before Miss Lee leads you to the aforementioned unit. She asks the housekeeping staff accompanying her to open the door and enters the unit with you.

You and Kotone take a lap around the unit led by Miss Lee, who is giving you complete and concrete information about the unit itself, purchase and lease terms, and other bits that are of interest. Kotone speaks about her plan for a short-term lease, so Miss Lee offers her the shortest term she can do, which is 6 months. “Do I get a purchase option, Miss Lee?”, Kotone asks. “I apologize, madam, but you need to lease for at least 2 years to get one”, she regretfully informs. “I see”, Kotone gazes around the unit once again, “I’ll take the lease, thank you”. “Understood, madam. However, I regretfully need to inform you that we need 2 to 3 days before you can occupy this unit”, she pulls out a bundle of documents, “please kindly read and sign this document if you agree, madam”. You stand near the window while Kotone does her business with Miss Lee. “It was a pleasure, Miss Lee”, she says as they shake hands. Miss Lee then leaves right away.

“Oppa”, she calls out to you, “where do I stay then? Should I book another hotel room?”. “Time to make your move, my boy”, your brain tells you. “You can stay with me and use the other bedroom”, you keep looking out the window to hide your nervousness. You’re in for a surprise, as Kotone walks up to you and hugs you from behind. “You’re always so kind to me, oppa”, she leans against your back, “your back is as solid as a brick wall, what the fuck?”. You laugh and blush at the same time, but there’s another important thing you need to address, “what about your stuff at the hotel? Wanna go get them?”. “No”, she rubs her cheek against your back, “I’ll have someone get it for me. I heard that Miss Yamada is in town, she should be able to get them for me. Can we chill in your unit instead? I wanna lay down”.

You obey her wishes and lead her to your apartment to “chill”, as she said earlier. “That’s your room, behind that door”, you point at a closed door, “please make yourself at home. I’ll get some pizza delivered”. You pay no mind to what Kotone is doing as you head to your room to change into something more comfortable—you have no idea that Kotone was contemplating to follow you to your room. You get out of your room after changing clothes and ordering pizza and see that Kotone has ditched her clothes for a simple white T-shirt and a pair of shorts that barely cover half her thighs and is now lying on the sofa with her eyes closed. You’ve never had a female guest in your apartment apart from your mom and that one staff of hers, so you’re not used to this sort of sight—not yet at least.

You take a seat on the armchair next to her and ask her as you sink into it, “how are we feeling?”. “Hm? Oh, hey, oppa. Feeling much better, thanks to you. Thank you”, she smiles. “God, that smile is so precious”, you think to yourself. “Pizza will be here in about 15 to 20 minutes. I keep a spare towel in the drawers in the bathroom if you want to borrow it and get a shower”, you inform her. “Yeah, sure. Thank you, oppa”, she gets up from the couch and beelines to the bathroom to get a shower. “You can stop thanking me for every little thing I do for you, Tone-yah. We’re past that stage now”, you lean back and close your eyes. “Then what stage are we in right now, oppa?”, she mutters to herself before getting in the bathroom.

“Oppa”, you hear a yell behind the bathroom door, “I’m coming out of the bathroom. Please close your eyes”. “She has clothes, though”, you think, but you adhere to her request anyway. You cover your eyes with your hands and keep them shut behind your palms, “okay, you can come out now”. You hear the bathroom door swing open but you’re not hearing anything after that, so you keep your eyes covered until she says you can stop. Unbeknownst to you, Kotone decides to walk up to you and peck your lips. “Open your eyes, oppa”, she grabs your hands and pulls them down. She’s not naked like you suspected, as her T-shirt and shorts are covering her body. “Umm”, you don’t know how to act, “I, uh, uh, hm”. Her face is so close to yours, the pink tint on her cheeks obvious for you to see, “Oppa, I think I’m-I’m falling for you”, she confesses.

Her words hit you like a boxer’s straight, as you’re left stunned in your seat. Noticing that you’re not saying anything, she decides to keep punching, “you said that you’re saving yourself for a special someone—can I be that special someone, oppa?”. You finally start speaking when your brain is ready to function again. “Tone-yah”, you start, “what’s gotten into you in the shower?”. “Love, oppa”, she rubs your cheeks softly, ”love for you is what has gotten into me”. Your heart melts amid the confusion; you’ve never felt something like this about someone in your life before, “so you’re saying that I-I can call you mine?”. Kotone sits on your lap and pecks your cheek, “only if I get to you call you mine in return”.

You lean in for a passionate kiss to show her that you’re willing to fall for her the same way. It’s when she pulls away from the kiss that you decide to take the liberty to confess, “I love you, Tone-yah”. You’re surprised to see that Kotone is starting to tear up, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake, “I’m so sorry, did I get ahead of myself?”. “No, you didn’t”, she wipes a stray tear on her cheek, “I was just so scared that you’d push me away instead. My world would’ve lost its light if you had”. “One second, sweetie”, you fish your phone out of your pocket and fiddle with it for a few seconds, “I told the delivery guy to leave it at the door. I believe we have something important to attend to”. You lift your new girlfriend by the thighs, and she immediately wraps her limbs around your neck and back; “don’t drop me, please”, she pleas.

You walk to your bedroom door and push it open. You’re feeling cheeky, so you pretend as if you were going to drop Kotone onto the floor, making her scream in panic—this girl is as heavy as a feather, there’s no way you’re dropping her. You chuckle and put her down on the bed; “got you good, didn’t I?”, you tease the pouting girl in your arms. “That wasn’t funny, oppa”, she puts on a fake angry face as she makes herself comfortable on your bed. “You’ll need to make it up to me later, oppa”, she crosses her arms as she says that. You’re amused by her little stunt, so you give her a peck on the forehead and offer her a promise, “we’ll get another Yunho Special after this, okay?”. “But I don’t want more ice cream, oppaaaaa”, she whines cutely. You shrug, “never said it was ice cream”. Kotone laughs as she slaps her forehead, “I keep forgetting that you own this city”.

After exchanging jokes back and forth, Kotone puts on a serious face. She holds your hand with both hands and delivers a news exclusive for your ears only, “I’ve never had sex before, oppa. I-I’ve been saving myself for a special person as well, just like you”. You feel honored at the prospect of being her first, but you’re also very nervous as you’re as inexperienced as she is. “Let’s take this slow, okay?”, you suggest to her. She nods and pulls you into a kiss—it’s not very sensual, but you can really feel how much she loves you. She surprises you again by pulling your hand and placing it over her breast, “make me yours, oppa, and I’ll make you mine”.

You put on a show for Kotone by stripping all your clothes in front of her, showing her your muscular and healthy body. She eyes the big package hanging between your legs and bites her lips in nervousness. “Is that supposed to fit inside me, oppa? How?”, she says, nervousness drawn all over her features. “We’ll take this slowly, sweetie. I promise I won’t hurt you”, you try to comfort her. Thinking that she needs to strip as well, she starts pulling her T-shirt up somewhat in a rush. You jump to her and hold her hands, “let me take care of you, sweetie”. You slowly pull her T-shirt past her head and peck her lips after. You see the cute, white bras covering her perky breasts and peck her chest just above her cleavage, making her gasp in surprise. You hold the waistband of her shorts and look at her in the eyes, “may I, madam?”. She laughs to hide her nerves as she lifts her butt off the bed in cooperation, “madam, oppa?”. You maintain eye contact as you pull her shorts off, “you’ll be Mrs. Jeon soon, love”. Kotone’s eyes widen when she hears you say that, and she can’t help but cover her face in shyness.

Kotone has nothing else but her underwear, and you can see in her face that she’s very nervous and shy. “My love”, you call out to her, “we don’t have to do this now if you’re not sure. I love you no matter what happens tonight”. “I have a lot of things on my mind, oppa, but uncertainty isn’t one of them. Please, take care of me”, she says with determination in her eyes. You ask her to lie down and be comfortable before you come in for a kiss again. You’re not just expressing love, however—you’re also trying to rile her up. You quickly pull away from her lips and start kissing down her body: her neck, her chest, her stomach, and her thighs. Kotone lets out moans every time she feels a kiss on different parts of her nearly naked body, as you get rock hard from the sound of her moans.

“Oppa, oppa, please”, she squirms around the bed, “I can’t wait anymore. Please, oppa”. “I don’t have a condom, love. I’m sorry”, you say to her. “Just-just do it, please. We are each other’s first anyway. Please, oppa”. You peck her on the forehead before reaching behind her back to unlatch her bras. She throws them to the side impatiently before placing your hands on her panties, “promise me you’ll take care of me”. “I promise on my life, love”, you look in her eyes to show your sincerity. She nods and lifts her butt off the bed so you can pull her panties off. There it is: her prime and fresh pussy, never touched by any man (or woman) before, in all its glory in front of your eyes.

You get into a missionary position, your head hanging above hers. “Kotone, my baby”, you’re unleashing all the pet names you can come up with, “I love you”. “I love you more, oppa—my oppa”, she replies with a smile while looking at you straight in your eyes, seemingly less nervous compared to earlier. “Tell me, love, do I have your consent?”, you say with a low voice. “I’m offering myself to him and he’s still asking for consent? That’s so sweet and manly—that low voice is hot, too”, Kotone is drowning in her own thoughts, not answering your question. “Baby? I was asking if I have your consent”, you repeat.Kotone focuses again after hearing you repeat the question, “Of course you do, oppa. Am I not yours?”, she rubs your cheeks with her thumbs.

You straighten your back to get ready to take Kotone’s first and give her your first at the same time. You press the tip of your cock against her sealed entrance, and Kotone lets out a surprised yelp. “Gently, please”, she begs you. “Of course, baby”, you reply to her. Your inexperience is showing, as you miss her entrance and rub her clit with the underside of your shaft instead, forcing a moan out of Kotone. Kotone giggles after the little misfortune, “you really have never done this before, have you?”. “I haven’t, sweetie. I would never lie to you about a subject of this magnitude”, you confess to her—"crazy diction right there, buddy”, your brain says to you. “Come on, oppa. Stop teasing me and do it already”, she utters.

You focus on the task at hand—or is it at cock—and tries again. You use your left hand this time to guide your cock into her pussy, and you manage to get the tip in. Kotone gives you a nod, serving as a cue for you to keep going. You do just that, as centimeter by centimeter of your cock starts filling her pussy. Kotone is whining and moaning in such a high voice as you keep pushing into her—that is until she feels you break her seal, and that’s when she screams in pain with every bit of air she has in her lungs. “OPPA, OPPA, GENTLY. IT’S MY FIRST TIME, OPPA—AHHHHH”, her loud voice bounces on the walls of your bedroom. You stop pushing and leave your cock stuck in there; “I’m not moving, baby; you’re okay, you’re okay”, you lean forward and put your lips on her forehead.

Her screams and heavy breaths die down eventually, and you see that she has shed some tears. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve hurt so much, right? I’m sorry, love”, you attempt to comfort her by wiping her tears and rubbing her cheeks. “It-it did hurt a lot; but more importantly, I’m now truly yours, and I’m so happy because I love you so much”, she says. Her words make you want to shed tears of your own thanks to how touching they were, but with the way her pussy is hugging your shaft, you’re more horny than emotional. “I’ll try moving again, tell me if it hurts again, babe”, and with that, you start moving again slowly, bottoming out in her pussy. Kotone is now moaning, as the pain of losing her innocence has subsided, “yes, oppa. I’m yours, I’m yours”.

You keep pushing and pulling at a slow pace, hitting her deepest spots with every thrust. Kotone makes an announcement after a few dozens of thrusts, “I-I think I wanna pee—why do I wanna pee all of a sudden?”. You’re not sure what you should do, so you opt to ignore her for now and keep thrusting and pumping; that’s when she screams again, “I’M GONNA PEE, PULL OUT—PLEASE”, and she squirts like a fountain when you do. She squirms around for what feels like 5 minutes until the high from her first ever orgasm dies down. “What the fuck was that?”, she says, her breath heavy due to her first orgasm in her life. “I believe that was your first ever orgasm”, you inform her. “And it’s all thanks to you, oppa?”, she looks at you with a happy smile on her face. “I’d like to think so”, you reciprocate her smile with a warm one of your own.

You lie down next to her and say sweet things into her ears: praising her for doing so well in her first time, expressing your gratitude for her, and how you’re looking forward to having a healthy and lasting relationship with her. She accepts all you’re saying, but then she’s reminded about something else, “you haven’t had an orgasm, have you?”. “I have not, but you look tired at the moment”, you take a few strands of her hair and stroke it softly. “I am, but I would love it if I could help you have an orgasm—this is our first time, remember?”, she straddles your lap and gets ready to help you cross the finish line. “Come on, oppa. Give me the first orgasm of your life”, she lines up her entrance with your cock and slowly sinks down on it until she’s fully seated. “Oh, God, you’re stretching me”, she says while panting, “I won’t be able to be with anyone else, oppa”. You feel a wave of anger in your heart, and you pull her down roughly so you can speak your words straight into her ears, “you’re not doing this with anyone else, ever”. “Of-of course—ah, fuck—I’m sorry, oppa”, she says.

You’re pumping into her aggressively despite being on the bottom, as you hold Kotone’s small frame with your strong arms. “I’m-I’m not too far away, baby”, you whisper in her ear. “Oppa, fuck—yes, give it to me”, she replies before letting out a shriek, “oh fuck, that is deep—yes, yes, oppa. Give it to me, please!”. You roll over and get back on top before resuming your hard pumps, “close, so close”, you murmur.

It only takes a few more thrusts until you feel your cock twitch in her pussy, and you think that you should get her consent before sending your baby batter straight into her womb; “I’m cumming, baby. Where do you want it?”, you say with heavy pants. “In-side, where else?”, she only manages to say those few words. You scream out a curse and release your seed deep into her pussy. “That is so warm”, she remarks. “Thank you, oppa. I’m honored to be your first”, she continues, “let’s stay like this”. You calm your breathing before saying anything, “the honor is mine, baby—believe me”.

The both of you take a few minutes to calm yourselves after enduring a heavy storm that is an orgasm. You pull away from her embrace and pull out, and you’re shown a sight you’ve never seen before: your cum is dripping out of Kotone’s newly-deflowered pussy like melted ice cream while your cock is covered in her blood—arousing sight, you must admit. You’re looking at it for too long, though, thus making Kotone raise an eyebrow in suspicion, “what are you looking at, oppa?”. “It’s, uh, um”, you stutter, “my cum is dripping out of you, babe—kinda hot, I must say”. Kotone’s cheeks turn red when she hears you say that and she immediately covers her pussy, “aaaaaaah, how can you say that so casually, oppaaaaaaa”, she complains.

You leave the bedroom to get the shower ready for the two of you. Once the water starts running and the soap and shampoo are set in position, you return to the bedroom to check up on your new girlfriend. “Honey?”, you call out to the girl lying on her stomach and she turns her head to see you, “wanna shower?”. She nods in agreement; “only if you carry me to the bathroom”, she says. You’ll gladly do that—who’s to say that she doesn’t deserve such treatment after what has happened tonight? “Nobody”, your brain says.

You stand in the shower with her, and you see that she’s still eyeing your cock. “Yes, sweetie?”, you say, your voice laced with curiosity. She says none as she gets on her knees in front of you, your cock right in front of her face. She then wraps your cock softly with her hand and start stroking it somewhat awkwardly, “so this is my beloved boyfriend’s cock, huh? This massive thing was stretching me mere minutes ago—it was crazy that you managed to make it fit, oppa”. You throw your head back at the new sensation that her soft hand offers. “Eyes on me, please”, she calls out to you before putting your cock in her mouth. You spread your arms and put your hands on the walls so that you don’t fall over, as she starts moving her mouth back and forth on your shaft.

The wetness of her mouth is different to that of her pussy’s in ways that your inexperienced self can’t explain. One thing is certain, though: if she keeps going like this, you’ll bust another load soon. “God, that feels so good”, you groan before petting the back of her head, “you’re doing so good, love”. She removes you from her mouth to say her piece, “do you think you have another load for me, oppa?”. “Maybe—no idea honestly. I suggest getting back to work and finding out yourself”, you line up your cock with her mouth again, and she diligently takes you back in.

The gagging sound she’s making is truly something you’ve never heard before. Truth be told, you’re starting to get addicted to that sound. So, to hear more of it, you hold Kotone’s head and start thrusting into her mouth, making her let out tiny gags which your greedy self wants to hear. That is also when your brain gives you an idea, “what if you stick your cock deep in her mouth and stay there?”. You’re intrigued, so you try lodging your cock in her mouth—possibly her throat. You look down and see that Kotone has her mouth opened as wide as her jaws allow to accommodate your girth. At the same time, she’s also making a very hot gagging sound that sounds like music to your ears. “Holy fuck, you’re so good. You’re trying to make me cum in your mouth, aren’t you, love?”, you praise her, and she replies to you with a wink.

You find it incredible that someone who had no previous experience of sex is this good at it. You also never expected that sex is something that is—oh, what’s the word—addicting. You’re glad that your first experience wasn’t with some gold digger or the sort, but rather with someone you love—this person you love happens to be doing such a great job, too. “Sweetie, I swear to God I’m gonna cum down your throat if you keep doing this”, you warn her. She pushes you away and massages her neck, “whew, it’s nice to be able to breathe without a log stuffed in your throat—sorry, you were saying?”. “I said I was going to cum in your mouth had you kept going”, you repeat yourself. “Oh, please, feel free to. I’m yours, remember?”, she says before stuffing her mouth with your cock again. “What has gotten into her? Where did all of this come out of?”, you think to yourself, but deep inside you’re happy and excited for what the future holds.

The way you and Kotone are moving right now is very rhythmic: you push into her once, and she pushes back after—sometimes you meet in the middle as well, and that’s when you’ll hear her gag. You have something to tell her, as you feel the knot in your stomach tightening, “I’m cumming really soon, babe”. To your surprise, she starts moving her head more enthusiastically, ready to receive a second load from you. After a few bobs from your beloved, your cum is now gathered at the tip of your cock, ready to spill out. She knows that you’re about to cum, as she feels your cock twitch in her mouth. With a low groan, you release your cum into her mouth, as she yelps in surprise due to the little flood in her mouth. You pull out of her mouth after you’re done spurting everything out, and she shows you your load that is accumulated in her mouth before swallowing it in one gulp; “that tastes weird, but it’s my boyfriend’s so it’s fine”, she comments.

You pull her up from her kneeling position and kiss her to show her your appreciation. “You just released in my mouth, and you kissed me like that?”, she says. “I don’t see why not”, you shrug as you think that it’s not that big of a deal—it’s your cum, and the only way you’ll ever taste yourself is by tasting it on someone else’s lips. “Can we actually clean up now?”, she turns her back against you and puts her hands on the wall in front of her. “That’s my line, you cheeky bi—oh, um, I’m so sorry“, you bridle your tongue from saying the pejorative term. She laughs at your little stunt and looks at you over her shoulder, “Am I your bitch, oppa? I don’t mind, honestly”. “No”, you peck the back of her head, “I would never call you that, and I promise I will end anyone who dares call you that”.

You finally finish cleaning up after what felt like an hour. Kotone is now lying in bed in her underwear while you put on some clothes and head to the door to get the pizza that has probably turned cold. You throw them into the microwave one slice at a time to reheat them since Kotone is probably hungry from all the actions tonight. After everything has been reheated, you put them back in the box and head back to the bedroom. “Tone-yah, I have some pizza. Would you like some?”, you offer her. She puts her phone on the bedside table and welcomes you back to the bed, “of course, oppa. Not too much, though. I kinda want to sleep soon”. She shoves a slice into her mouth and lets out a satisfied gasp, “wow, that is really good—don’t tell me this a Yunho Special”. The way she thinks that every good food is a Yunho Special is hilarious, so you let out a particularly loud laugh, “it’s not, just one of their signatures”. You two keep shoving slice after slice into your mouth while having conversations about all kinds of topics until you run out of pizza, and that’s when you get ready to end the night.

You’re now cuddling with Kotone, who is now lying right on your body. “Oppa”, she pokes your stomach, “thank you for everything, seriously. I’m so happy right now”. “Please, love, the pleasure is all mine. You’re such a sweet girl too”, you stroke her head that is resting on your chest. “So how was it, oppa?”, she continues, “how was our first time?”. You garner every bit of sincerity you can and give her the most honest answer you can come up with, “personally, I’m really happy that we were each other’s first; I think that fact itself is very special to me, so thank you very much”, you move your hand to her back and start stroking it, “in terms of the sex itself, my inexperienced self found it to be very pleasurable and satisfying—and it’s all thanks to you, once again. I want to express how good your body felt but I don’t want to make it sound derogative or anything so I’m keeping that for the future”.

She’s not saying anything, so you think that she’s probably driven off to sleep, and that’s when you hear a sob. “Did you mean every word you just said, oppa, or were they sweet nothings? Because I’m not in the mood for them right now—not after what we have done”, she says with quivering voice as you feel a tear drop onto your skin. “I don’t say sweet nothings, my love”, you wrap her with both arms, “I always mean everything I say—well, 90% of the time”. “I love you, oppa. I hope I’ve made that clear”, she sobs again. “You have, sweetie—I love you so much as well”, you peck her head.

You want to wrap it up but you’re still curious about something; “can I ask a question, love?”. “Sure, fire away”, she says before sniffling. “Our little extra in the bathroom—what gave you that idea?”, you ask her. “You saw an aspect of me that no one else ever has: when I love someone, oppa, I do absolutely everything I can to show that love—even if it means that I can’t breathe because this log between your legs is jammed in my throat”, she explains as she palms your cock over your shorts. “That was, um”, you clear your throat before continuing, “that was very nice, love. Thank you so much”. “Of course, glad I could please you”, she pecks your chest.

You take a deep breath and say your last piece of the night, “I guess this is how we start building the empire your dad mentioned”. She chuckles at your words, “yes, it is. Now let’s sleep; you’ll wake up a king tomorrow, and I’ll be your queen”.

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sturniolo04 · 4 months ago

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shy gf!reader x bf!matt

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you- Charli

Dividers: @issysh3ll

You and Matt have been dating for a little over 5 months and because of his YouTube career he was building with his triplet brothers, you guys thought it was best to keep your guys relationship off the internet and social media all together. Mainly to avoid one people finding out about you two but also, to avoid the hate you might get as well

You were naturally a shy and closed off person and being the center of attention was not your thing, which is what you and your boyfriend kind of had in common.

Today Matt and his brothers were filming some type of car challenge video, something that had to do with eating biscuits. You have to admit you weren't really paying attention when Matt was talking about the concept of the video they were wanting to film the next day when you two were hanging out yesterday. You do specifically remember him saying that it was really Chris' dumb idea and he was the driver like always.

“ ok so today we are going to eat a bunch a KFC biscuits”

Nick nonchalantly states looking into the camera that was recording on the dashboard of the car as Chris holds up the bag of biscuits and Matt slowly rolls his eyes.

“Why are they so dry”

Chris complains begin to eating a couple of them.

“Because they are KFC biscuits and not to mention this was your guys’ idea to eat a whole bunch of them”

Matt groans out as Nick shakes his head rejecting the biscuit he stuffed in his mouth.

“Yeah we are not going to eat this all at least I am not”

Nick exclaims closing the bag and putting it on the floor of the car and immediately quirking up a brow and glancing towards Matt getting a brainy idea.

“ Matt is Chloe home”

Nick asks his brother who was currently fixated on his phone screen. Matt hearing the question simply shrugged his shoulders basically signaling he one genuinely didn't know and even if he did he would publicize it on the internet.

“ think she would want a biscuit”

Chris asks as Matt begins to let out a groan

“I don't know don't want to drive these around”

Matt huffs out implying he didn't want to really bother you. Nick proceeded to call you anyway, the dial tone rang for a couple minutes before Matt heard your angelic voice.

“ hi nick”

You calmly state through the phone as Matt quickly turns his head towards the back

“do you want us to bring you a biscuit”

Chris simply asks you. Matt chuckles knowing how you are going to respond to this type of question

“wait what biscuits”

You reply confused because you were multitasking.

“ we got extra and leftover KFC biscuits do you want Matt to bring you some Chloe”

Nick reiterates Chris' question.

"um sure i guess if you must"

you giggle out knowing they were just trying to get rid of them so their money doesn't completely go to waste.

"when are you guys coming then"

you question as you seriously wonder how much time you have left of your quiet space in your house.

"um matt"

nick quirks turning his head towards his brother in the drivers seat.

"in 10 minutes chlo bird maybe"

matt casually states answering your question.

"chlo bird"

chris chuckles at the odd nickname

"chris he always calls her that at least ever since they started dating"

nick responds laughing at his younger brother, not realizing fully he just announced you two's relationship to the internet.

"nick"

matt exclaims, smacking nicks arm, catching what he just stated and immediately gesturing towards the recording camera still sitting on the car dashboard.

"oops"

nick quickly and softly lets out holding onto his arm and covering his mouth.

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bullet-prooflove · 9 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Everything You Need - Mike McLusky x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @callsignrookie @skellyagogo @fan-fics-reblogs @buckysteveloki-me

Companion piece to: Hell or Highwater - You and Mike always find your way back to each other.

Sometimes you just need to fuck it out.

Mike knows that better than anyone especially when it comes to you. That’s why he has you pinned to the table underneath him, his belt looped around your wrists, binding them tight above your head. His free hand grips your jaw, keeping your gaze locked on his as he buries himself balls deep in that sweet pussy of yours.

His skin is covered scratches, bite marks, bruises from the violence of your passion, the evidence of your relationship scored into his flesh.

That’s what tonight is about.

Commitment.

You both want it but you both can’t give it.

So it gets brutal and it gets messy because that frustration, it builds and builds until someone throws a little fuel on the fire, igniting the whole fucking powder keg.

The sound of skin slapping echoes through the cabin, your rough moans, his hitched breath. He jams his fingers into your mouth and you bite down on them hard enough to leave teeth imprints as you begin to tighten around his cock.

The surge of ecstasy races through his senses like a wild fire as you grip him so fucking tight he can barely breathe. He grinds his teeth trying to hold back, but you steal away his sanity in those moments, wringing the orgasm right out of him, milking his cock for every last drop of cum.

You watch him the whole time and somehow that just heightens every single second of his rapture because he knows that you only have eyes for him despite all this bullshit between the two of you.

He withdraws his fingers in the aftermath, holding them up to show you the indentations you’ve left.

“You’re fucking feral.” He tells you, wiping them on shirt he tore off you before he reaches up the release you from your bonds. You flex your wrists as the leather falls away and he takes each of them between his large hands, his thumbs tracing over the bruising.

“Says the man whose still inside me.” You tease, your thighs hugging his hips a little tighter, keeping him pressed deep.

“Maybe I just can’t stand to be away from you.” He says half seriously as he arches into you, pushing his cum deeper. “You’re staying tonight by the way.”

“Mike…” You begin and he fucking hates the way you say his name in that tone, it’s the one you use when you’re trying to ‘handle him’.

“You can’t give me this-” He utters, thrusting for emphasis. “-and not the rest of it. You either take all of me or get nothing at all.”

You mumble something under you breath as he brushes over that sweet spot again, your head tipping back onto the table as euphoria erupts through your nerve endings.

“What was that?” He asks, guiding your left leg over his shoulder so it hits deeper this time.

“All of you.” You cry out as his dick kisses that filthy little place, the one that makes you see stars every single fucking time. “I need all of you.”

“Alright honey.” He whispers, his voice husky as he cups your jaw once more, guiding your gaze back to his. “Let’s make sure you get everything you need.”

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cancerian-woman · 4 months ago

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I’m relatively new to the Bonkai world and you write really well about Bonnie and how deprioritized she was and how racist the writing was on the show. I wanted to ask your thoughts about if Jo’s kids had been placed in Bonnie instead by the Gemini coven. I have mixed feelings about the idea cause the whole womb transfer thing reeks of lack of consent and that’s while the character is a white woman (I seriously can’t believe Caroline never considered an abortion? And like how the fuck is she meant to be giving birth to the girls as vampire? Sorry, I digress) Obviously on the show if they had actually written that storyline for Bonnie, they would not have given that the sensitive writing that it required. But like the whole Gemini storyline was wrapped in Bennetts, I know the rl reason was Candice’s pregnancy but in-universe it makes zero sense for it to be Caroline. Like negative sense. Even if she weren’t a vampire. Whereas with Bonnie’s whole relationship with Kai and Liv and Luke, I feel like the drama could play out so interesting if the next gen of Parkers are sort of Bonnie’s babies also. And I do like the idea of Bonnie being a mother and having a family. But then again I want her to have more of a choice in choosing that. So say you were writing the storyline, how would you have it go?

I just be rambling and shocked anyone is reading tbh lol but thank you! Enjoy BonKai darling! 🫶🏽

For Caroline to be the writers favorite woman-lead (in terms of TVD) the constant lack of autonomy is loud. My friends and I discussed this quite often but Caroline doesn’t have much importance on her own post season 2. It’s often being shoehorned into other storylines to fill up the gaps if not being a mouthpiece to echo the fandoms thoughts least as it aired to me that is lol. {an example with this is how the Gemini plotline was initially Bonnie’s, Care gets pregnant boom Forbes/Saltzman/Gemini thing. Tyler’s arc in season 2… Stefan’s grief (S6)is turned into Caroline’s emotions…} to name a few things.

I personally would’ve crossed out the middle situation because you’re right Caroline doesn’t make sense there. How is this vampire nurturing and feeding these babies? Tbh, once Hope was created (yeah yeah vampire show yadda yadda) tvd didn’t have to bind by rules anymore. ANYWAY.

Two ways to go with this. If someone did have to die in the finale I would’ve went with Alaric. Kept Jo and Liv, build-up BonKai and focus on Bonnie and Liv’s relationship. Work on Bonnie/Jo and JoKai. Give Kai a chance with his siblings. If Klaus can treat his siblings like garbage and be constantly forgiven then I don’t see why Kai can’t be given another chance.

The other option I’d go with is building BonKai post 6-8, make Bonnie and Kai start off their sexual relationship with hate sex and then build their relationship. Keep the enemies to lovers dynamic. Expand on how the Gemini Coven/Bennetts got connected. Then create Jo/Kai/Liv and Bonnie dynamics! Let BonKai have their little twins around season 8. Close it off in a perfect world with marriage.

BonKai is no different than Delena/Klaroline/Freelin etc (or any TVDU pairing) so there is no reason why they couldn’t have worked lol. The thing is with Bonnie’s pairing x said evil man or woman she can actually fight back in ways that the other women leads never can.

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Secret Smokes (Part 11)

Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader

Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.

Word Count: 4495

A/N: Yes I did drop off the face of the earth for a bit but can I make it up to you with an extra long chapter?

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Your fight was the last time you saw Remus Lupin that week, the next lesson you had with Lupin was taken over by Snape, even your tutoring was now with McGonagall. Lupin returned on Friday evening, you saw him in the great hall during dinner, and that's when you received an owl from him which was rare during dinner. He didn't pay you any attention, so you decided to take the letter to the lake and read it by yourself so no one could interrupt you and he couldn't watch or analyse you open it. You sat down by the water and opened it.

"My dearest, Y/N,

Oh how I've fucked up, in life constantly but with you in more ways than one. I don't know how to express my words in person I've never been good at words when it came to the important things like people. This is version five of this letter.

I traveled home after Monday. I couldn't bare to look at that desk, I couldn't go to Sirius as his home will forever smell like the first time I kissed you. When I arrived I found your letters, they made me realise you left to protect us from ending up in this very situation, I thought it was from fear of getting told off for being home late but really you knew that Percy was looking for clues. Unfortunately his letter found me first and convinced me to push you away, that I was risking too much by risking your schooling, I don't care about my career, what's life if you only live for a job but I don't want to mess up your future. I take my job very seriously but life is more important.

You were right when you said I'm scared of having something good, however you were wrong when you said you were convenient. You're far from it. I might be lonely but that's not why I'm drawn to you, I'm drawn to your wit, I'm drawn to your smile and I'm drawn to your world. If we could spend forever sitting on my sofa listening to music and talking I would die a happy man.

I don't know what my feelings for you are but they are strong and they scare me, you're much more important to me than anyone else I know and I fear to admit it. New Year's Eve I messed up, if we were ever going to kiss I wanted it to be after a date where I show you how you're meant to be loved and offer you the world not drunk on the steps of my best friends house.

I don't know how you feel about me and if I hurt you too much, if that's the case I am terribly sorry I wish I could make it right. If an inch of you still thinks I'm a decent man I have two offers for you.

A. If you want to remain friends and go back to last year's rules "no dear, no alcohol and no kissing" meet me tomorrow evening in my office for tea and tunes, or let me know in your own way

B: If you are up for an adventure my dear and willing to see what happens if we risk it and you still feel any attraction after my poor behaviour: Meet me tomorrow morning at 9am in Hogsmeade, next to the three broomsticks.

C: if you simply hate me like you said (at least 4 times using my full name I'm glad you don't know my middle name) all I ask is show up to my lessons, we can arrange another teacher to take over you 1-on-1 schooling but please show up. I promise to pretend I don't think you're the most amazing witch and woman I've ever met. Please don't let me ruin your exams or future.

Yours, Remus John Lupin.

P.S. To answer the question in your original letters from the 1st of January keep my sweater, it will simply be a painful memory if you choose C and I like the way it looks on you if you choose B ."

You felt a mixture of excitement and relief with his letter, it felt like everything has magically explained itself. Remus was an anxious writer with a tendency to sabotage his own happiness but he was trying. He was trying for you.

The next morning you woke up early to get ready to see Remus, you didn't know what to expect but you were excited. You arrived in Hogsmeade early knowing Remus as someone extremely punctual you were shocked to find Remus wasn't there. You waited until 9:05 but nothing, so you began to walk back at towards the castle. "Wait!" Remus said and you turned around to see him holding two cups of coffee, one of which had obviously slightly spilled on him. "It's with milk!" He said holding a coffee forward towards you.

"Thank you." You said grabbing it.

"I'm glad you came." He said softly.

"I'm glad you sent that letter." You replied. "You have coffee on your sweater." You pointed out reaching in your pocket for a tissue.

"I didn't think through apparating with two cups of coffee.' He admitted with a shy smile as you dabbed his jumper dry. "Thank you dear." He continued softly.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked.

"Where?"

"London, grab my hand and hold your coffee tight." He said reaching out a hand and you took hold of it and you appeared in Holborn, London.

"I thought that wasn't possible in Hogwarts." You admitted.

"That's why we met in Hogsmeade dear, sorry about being late, there was a queue." He admitted showing you the coffee.

"I thought you may have changed your mind." You admitted.

"I was scared you wouldn't come." He admitted.

"Liar you got two cups of coffee." You pointed out.

"I had a feeling you'd show up, now dear, see today as my way of apologising to you. I have a small plan but if you want to do anything just tell me." He said and at that moment you turned the corner to the British Museum. "Have you been here before?" He asked.

"Maybe once or twice as a kid."

"Okay but have you ever had a magic tour of this place?" He questioned and you shook your head. "Great." Remus led you into the British museum, he looked quite excited and more young now than ever. "Now not everyone knows that many treasures in this building are actually artefacts from great magicians."

"So they stole from wizards too?" You asked and Remus laughed.

"They sure did, now not many people know how some of these great people used magic to help muggles and how some of this stuff is either cursed or enchanted." Remus continued as you walked through the beautiful foyer.

"But I'm sure you do." You said teasing him and he nodded.

"I'm not just a pretty face, unlike you I spent a lot of time in libraries."

"Are you saying I don't study? I spend a lot of time in my professors office."

"You spend a lot of time listening to music and distracting me while I try to mark work, dear." He shot back and you laughed. "Now as I was saying, I may not be a rich man or have much to offer but I have a lot of knowledge."

"You should be a teacher." You said with a wink.

"You should be a comedian. Now enough talking watch this." He said and then one of the Egyptian statues moved and stood up.

"Holy shit, are you allowed to do that?" You asked looking around.

"Don't worry no one will notice." He said

"What was that?" You asked.

"It's a Pharos tomb guard, they're enchanted to stand when an attacker approaches, they have a lot of ancient magic in here."

"So why didn't they do that when they were removed from the tomb?" You asked as you and Remus continued to walk and look at the different statues.

"They did, they did for a very long time, however when dark wizards realised there's money in helping archaeologists they helped lift curses or limit enchanted objects. Those guards were stopped from being the soldiers they were, the only thing left is the command to stand when you summon them." Remus explained, you were impressed by his knowledge. You walked through the ancient Egyptian part for another few minutes before Remus took hold of your hand and hurried you to the Ancient Greek part. "This bits my favourite, sorry is it okay if I do that?" He asked gesturing to your hand.

"It's encouraged." You blushed.

"Tell me when I cross a line Y/N, we still need to talk about us but first I want to hold my part of the deal, showing you who I actually am."

"And who are you profesor?"

"A lonely bookworm with a furry problem and a teaching job to pay the bills."

"Don't forget the cottage." You winked making him laugh.

"Now these are the Parthenon marbles, the Parthenon was being used as a base to store ammunition by the Ottomans and some idiot messed up and blew up the whole thing."

"Some idiot is that the technical term profesor?" You poked him in the arm and he rolled his eyes. You found him very attractive when he was more casually dressed, with his jacket drooped over his arms and a warm sweater on.

"It is now." He replied. "Long story short some guy named Lord Elgin went to Greece and asked the Ottomans can I have this? And they said sure and he took it, as lords usually do. It's missing a lot of parts as they're back where they belong but a small part of me feels lucky to have them here as they tell a story. You see if you come over here you'll see the Centaur." He led you over to the far wall. "He tells a story of the battle between Centaurs and Lapiths at the marriage feast of Peirithoos. And if you do this even with it's missing parts you get to watch it." He lifted his wand and the marble moved. It began plaything the story throughout the panels as if they were alive just like the paintings in Hogwarts. "And if you think that is cool look behind you." You turned around and the main sculptures were all moving, they were missing parts but they felt human.

"That's incredible, show me more." You expressed with a big smile and Remus couldn't help but smile back. "Come on." He said putting one arm around you while his other arm still had his jacket drooped over it. And like that, he led you through the museum holding your waist and making your heart flutter at his actions and brain amazed at the world of knowledge he was sharing with you.

It was one of the few times you saw Remus truly happy as he immersed himself in history. It was beautiful to see him care free not putting himself down, not talking about his condition just being himself. As you walked out the museum hours later he still had a hand around your waist. "Now dear what would you like to do?"

"Should we go get some food?"

"What a wonderful idea, there's a great pub not too far from here, only thing I need to get some cash out as I'm low on muggle money." He explained.

"I can pay."

"I'm sure you can but you won't I'm taking you out on a date it's my treat." He said as he rushed in front of you to the cash machine. "Okay" he said looking at it. "Okay, okay." He continued looking for where to insert his card. "Just a moment." He said after inserting it and just starring at all the options on the screen. "Merlin." He whispered quietly while pressing random buttons.

"You do know how to use it?" You asked suggestively.

"Of course I do." He said but he was obviously struggling.

"Here let me help you." You stood alongside him pressing the buttons for him. "How much do you want to withdraw?"

"£20?" He said hesitantly.

"£20?" You confirmed.

"£50."

"£50 are you sure?" You asked in disbelief.

"I'm not good with this, I haven't been in a muggle pub in forever I don't know the prices these days. I'm sorry, get however much you think it'll cost for us to have food. This is so embarrassing." He admitted.

"£50 it is, Remus the muggle world is my world it's okay to ask for help, I literally didn't know you could aparate in Hogsmeade." You calmed him while you finished the transaction.

"Yeah that was silly, everyone knows-"

"You don't know how to use a cash machine Remus!" You interrupted.

"I'll shut up. Now off to the pub, thank you for your help." He took your hand and lead the way. The pub was quite busy but you expected it as it was lunchtime on a Saturday. It was nice to sit opposite Remus having a meal, flirting, chatting and being yourselves. You didn't feel anxious like you did sometimes on dates, you felt like you were hanging out with a friend that you had a crush on, he would make you blush a lot with his words but he was also clumsy and stumbled a lot, something you never saw in him at Hogwarts. He ordered fish and chips and knocked over the sauces with his hand, when he went to pick them up, he hit his head on the edge of the table, you found it all cute and amusing but he was obviously embarrassed. "Am I making you slowly think I'm an idiot?" He asked after the incident and you simply replied with. "Only a little bit, makes you less intimidating."

"Am I intimidating?" He asked.

"Not at all." You said and he shook his head while laughing. After you ate you decided to take a walk along the river at first you began to talk about meaningless stuff like how you missed the Christmas lights or how Remus enjoyed the fact you can find oyster shells and old pipes on the rivers edge from the Victorian era. However the conversation changed when Remus asked. "What do you see us as?"

"I don't know." You admitted a bit of anxiety started to grow inside you.

"I don't know either, but I think we need to set some ground rules."

"What do you suggest?"

"Defining what's okay, like for example I think if either of us is developing strong feelings like love for the other we should cut it off as we don't want to hurt each other and with our current position we can't be in a relationship and be student and teacher." He said his eyes moving all over the place but avoiding you and he used his hands to emphasise what he was saying.

"How come?"

"Well for starters we can't do this all the time, if I was in love I would like to offer that person all my love, I would like to take them on dates, I would like to walk around and hold their hand, I would like to bring them to see my friends and so on... we can't do that, it will hurt to love someone but not be able to live in public, I don't want to risk the pain for either of us." He explained and you nodded.

"So what can we do?"

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to continue to relax in your office with you." You began and he nodded. "I want to be able to kiss you, I want to be myself with you, I want to smoke on the bridge with you and when no one is watching I want to be held by you."

"And we can do that we can just not love each other, and give each other a relationship that's the line."

"So we can see other people?" You questioned him and he looked puzzled.

"I would prefer not, I can't stop you but I may not feel comfortable with sleeping with you if you're kissing other men." He admitted.

"I'd prefer if you weren't kissing anyone else either... Can we do this sometimes?"

"Of course dear, however not as much as either of us would like to, maybe once a month or every so often not to raise suspicions."

"But I can come see you in your office every night?"

"My door is always open for you dear."

"Can I sleep in your office?"

"Where on the desk?" He remarked in a snarky way.

"Is that where you want to fuck me?" You matched his energy y.

"Well it's not for sleeping." He winked and the grabbed your hand."Enough serious conversations, let's just live a little before we have to worry about rules. Today, exists in a world of its own, what do you want to do?" He asked with a cheery tone.

"I mean checking out that desk sounds fun but maybe before that we should enjoy London."

"I'm already enjoying it right here." Remus said stopping and pulling you in closer, putting his arms around your waist. "I think I like London." He said looking at your lips.

"Oh really." You stood on your toes to get closer to him and he leaned down and kissed you lightly.

"Alright let's go I have an idea." He said once again grabbing your hand and leading the way. You walked into a small cosy record shop. You both started looking through the shelves showing each other records you thought the other would life and either replying with a "yes" or "not my style" once the yes like became tall enough you walked over to the record played and started listening to them, there was only one pair of headphones so you had to share, bringing in your heads close as you listened to the music. "Oh listen to that trumpet." You said listening to a Chet Baker vinyl. "Do you like it?" Remus asked and you nodded. "This is one of my favourite songs, the earnest vocals, I fall in love too terribly fast, for it to ever last..." you began to sing along to the song and Remus smiled warmly at you, he couldn't help but kiss you on the cheek. "Let's buy it." He said.

"What Remus it's quite expensive?"

"That doesn't matter today dear." He said putting it back in the vinyl sleeve and taking it to the till. "Besides there's nothing more I want to do than lay in bed with you and listen to this here vinyl." He said while paying for the vinyl, he thanked the cashier a grumpy old man who didn't seem to care about your conversation. You continued to walk through London for a bit longer but it started to get colder and you both decided it was time to head home. "Okay, we need to aparate back separately as it may be busy with people at this time." He began. "You'll go first and I'll follow, I don't want to leave you alone back here, I'm sure you'll be okay but I don't want the stress." You nodded in reply. "Okay dear, once you are back it would be a good idea for you to go to your dorm or walk around somewhere far from my office, and in about thirty minutes from now come to my office and we can continue this evening." You nodded in reply and that's when he gave you a quick kiss on the lips. "I'll see you soon my dear." He said and you left. As you walked back to Hogwarts all the emotions rushed in, the excitement, the love you felt but shouldn't, the confusion from the conversation about not falling in love. You felt very overwhelmed but you also felt so many positive emotions that you couldn't wait to go visit Remus in his office. It was weird not being able to travel back with him after you were able to spent so long acting like a couple but it made sense you just wished it could be different. You walked back to your dorm room where Percy was sitting on the chair. "Hi Y/N." He said as he saw you coming in, you didn't reply. "Still giving me the silent treatment? You know I haven't done anything wrong all I wanted to do is spend time with my friend." He continued as you walked away.

"Our dear brother causing you trouble?" Fred asked as you walked past him.

"I'm going to hex him." You replied as your turned to the girls chambers.

"Be our guest." George said before you went into your chambers. It was good that Percy saw you, helps avoid his suspicions. You waited the thirty minutes before heading straight to Lupins office, just in case you checked if Percy followed you but he didn't so you were in the clear to go meet Remus. You walked through the corridors with a hint of excitement as you approached his office, you knocked on the door and Remus opened it almost immediately. "Hey you." He said with a smile letting you in and checking behind you if anyone was in the corridor, he closed the door and turned the lock before leading the way upstairs to his office where he also locked the door after you came in. "Hungry?" He asked as you sat down on the sofa.

"More peckish."

"Perfect, I have some cheeses here and some bread."

"How fancy." You pointed out looking at the small charcuterie board he prepared.

"Only the best for you." He said as he sat down beside you, a record he already had playing way playing in the background as you both sat their indulging into the different flavours. "Thank you for joining me today." Remus suddenly changed the subject.

"Thank you for showing me everything, and for the food and the vinyls, everything." You said a bit overwhelmed by his generosity.

"Come here." He gestured for you to come in closer, you lay on the sofa with your head on his crotch and he stroked your head lovingly, slowly playing with you hair. "I love how soft you hair is." He pointed out as he continued to stoke your hair. A few minutes later the vinyl playing finished and Remus gestured for you to sit up so he could change the music. "How about we try this one out dear." He said pulling out the new Chet Baker vinyl and your heart warmed. "Anything to drink? I've got a nice bottle of wine I've been thinking about opening."

"That sounds great."

"The music or the wine?" He clarified.

"Both."

"White or red dear?" He asked while opening a cabinet.

"What do you prefer? Maybe red?"

"Red it is." He pulled the bottle out and began to open it placing two glasses on the table in front of you and filling them up. "To wonderful day." He said raising his glass as he sat down. You rested your head against his shoulder as you sat in comfortable silence.

"You know moony, I prefer this when we're allowed to cuddle on the sofa and kiss sometimes." You broke the silence.

"Me too dear." He bought his hand up to your cheek and pecked your lips slightly before going back to the resting position. "I craved this every time you sat here and I sat at my desk aching to kiss you." He admitted. This was peace, you were in your safe place.

"Are you aching to kiss me now?" You asked quietly.

"Always." He whispered into your ear placing his glass down on the small table in front of you and then taking yours to do the same for you. He leaned in to kiss you, as the kiss depended you ended up laying on the sofa. He was above you his lips and your lips colliding as you both struggled to catch a breath. You felt him getting hard as he slowly moved his body up and down over you, you reached up for his shirt unbuttoning it and pushing it off his shoulders. "You're not wasting any time." He said between the kisses. His arms moved under your ass and he scooped you up in one movement so you were now straddling him, he pulled your shirt up and unclasped your bra as you began to grind on him making him harder and harder. He pulled away from your lips to suck on your nipples, the sensation made you moan in reply he grabbed your hair and pulled it down roughly making your head tilt back as he continued to worship your body. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable." He said lifting you up and carrying you.

"You don't want to do it on your sofa?" You asked curiously.

"Oh I do, and my desk and every wall however today I will show you how you're meant to be loved not fucked." He said while pushing the door to his bedroom open and throwing you down on his bed. He unbuttoned your trousers and pulled them off along with your underwear, getting down on his knees and kissing your legs all the way up to your pussy. His hand reached up to your breasts where he started massaging them as his tongue flicked your clit making you moan. As he continued this movement with his tongue he moved his hand to slowly slip his fingers inside you pulling in and out while starting to alternate between sucking and licking. "Merlin you're either so wet or I'm drooling like a dog over how good you taste." He went straight back in and continued until you started begging for him as you felt yourself getting close. "Beg for me again." He growled as he moved to be just above you.

"Please." You barely whispered and he smashed his lips into yours, unbuckling his own trousers and taking them off while still keeping his lips on yours. You felt him thrust inside you leaving time for you to adjust, even though you remembered his size it shocked you how deep he filled you. "Are you okay dear?" He whispered checking in on you. "Mmhm." You confirm and he picked up the speed. He kissed you while going faster and started to slowly move his kisses down to your neck and breasts. You felt yourself get close as he ramped up the speed. "Cum for me dear, I want you to feel how good I make you feel." He said kissing his breath a bit. You couldn't hold it any longer and came which made him cum in you, you felt the warmth inside you as he slowed his pace and rested more of his body weight while moaning into your lips. He kissed you deeply once more before pulling out and laying down beside you. You were both panting as you lay there, Remus moved the covers and covered both of your bodies and kissed your forehead. "Good night dear." He whispered and you placed your head on his chest hugging him as his arm was around you. "Good night, Moony."

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