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Friendly reminder that there are products that prioritize longevity still out there! A lot of times they're still expensive but not top of the market expensive. The issue more comes from something else being sacrificed in the name of longevity.
Here are a few examples of things I have been in the market for recently:
Phones! Fairphone comes in at #1. It's expensive yes, but cheaper than an iPhone coming in at $600-800 but being theoretically upgradable ad infinitum. Plus values fair trade sourcing. A few other smaller companies maintain right to repair and sell reasonably priced replacement parts, e.g. Unihertz.
Backpacks/bags! I just bought an Osprey to retire my >10 year old backpack. They are built to last and have a guarantee to repair or replace the bag FOR LIFE. That means this is the last bag I really should ever NEED to buy. And they're good for it. I had a teacher who had a 20 some odd year old bag, sent it in for a repair, they decided they couldn't fix it, couldn't replace it because they don't even make that model anymore. So told her to pick a bag and they would ship it to her free of cost. Again, expensive for a backpack, but if you shop sale items, $50-100. Still cheaper than some. It's not a designer name, it's not super cute, but it's a dang nice bag and an even better guarantee.
Boots! There have apparently been increasing QC issues, especially since the manufacturer change, but built to last compared to other boots, and they also have a lifetime guarantee. I am guilty of wearing the same boots every day no matter what the weather or my outfit is like. Plus I have bad feet and knees. So yeah, $200-300 pair of boots, but at least I can actually use them unlike the $600+ designer boots coming out these days. I hear they're pretty good about fulfilling the guarantee too.
Computers (laptops specifically)! Framework somewhat recently came on the scene as a completely upgradable laptop. Continually cranking out upgrades and support. Similar to a fairphone version of a computer, but less focus on sourcing. I've actually done a lot less research on this because they simply don't make it to second hand markets, and the new price tag is too much for me. But starts at $850, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than a MacBook these days, or even most Microsoft and Dell computers.
I'm not saying any of these things are cheap. I am saying that you can still buy longevity if you seek out the market. I put my money into boots and a backpack because both of my old ones were falling apart on me (3+ years and 10+ years respectively). I have more money than I've had in years, but I am still poor af. But I decided the extra money was worth it to never have to worry about getting holes in either of them ever again or have to think about scrounging the money to buy another one.
This of course comes in part from being raised upper middle class with a very much "invest in good boots" mentality passed down over generations from when my grandfather was a houseboy for a wealthy family almost 100 years ago. So yeah. I wore a pair of boots with holes in them until I had $300 to splurge on boots (and there was a sale). I used my backpack with holes in it until I could splurge on a new one (and there was a sale).
I'm also queer and gender is meaningless to me which means I buy a lot of men's products! Women's products are simply skimpy garbage (like seriously, buy a nice 100% cotton pair of men's Levi's -- I got mine second hand, but will never go back; how do you make jeans skimpy???). It takes a lot of intention and research and either money or ability to get things second hand (which is size restrictive, takes a lot of time, and often ability to go pick things up which in America=drive). But the market exists.
Which I'm not saying exists in a boots theory economy is good. But it is possible to exist without having to replace boots and phones and computers and bags on a near yearly basis.
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This makes me so sad and also I'm trying to remember if any of the Discworld books dealt with late stage capitalism
#sustainability#i guess?#my purchases take about 3 months as a median i would say#boots took me over 2 years#after they had holes btw#chair took me ~8 mo#backpack 1.5 years#so yeah#which yes its fucked that there is still such a financial barrier to access quality goods#especially with the rise of sustainability and the guilt of the poor for having no other option#but the market exists#and i love love love second hand#computer second hand#phone backmarket#chair also second hand#which also has its own issues#theyve gentrified the thrift store ffs#but yeah
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hate sex (is what you call it almost like you're trying to convince yourself) would go crazy with ex bf simon.
when he texts you at work that he's landing in 2 hours, you realize you forgot to block him after the breakup. that'd been almost a year ago. the last message you don't even bother reading. simply delete and block.
i'll see you at home.
when you finally go home after working a grueling corporate job that always leaves you with frayed nerves and your teeth on edge, you stand by the door, instantly realizing something's wrong different.
mud-caked boots sit by the door. the lights inside are on and when you walk in, you find out why.
simon's sprawled on your couch, asleep, his large frame making it seem like a child's bed instead of living room furniture. his snoring scrapes over your already tender nerves, thinning the already wisp-like thread of patience you're barely dangling from.
you grab a cushion and toss it at his head. (you do not miss the way he snores. it's like a hibernating bear in a cave. resounding. grating.)
"get up and get out."
to your astounding surprise, he doesn't. instead, he groggily asks what's for dinner. when you bark out, "nothing. i'm exhausted and going to sleep", he gets up with an agility no man his size should possess and blocks your path.
you've always loved hated the way he makes you feel small.
"either we eat takeout or i eat you out." that solves that. you've got boundaries to keep. maybe he'll eat his fill and piss off.
he doesn't. he eats you out anyway, legs perched on the kitchen counter as he slurps up your slick like a starved man at a bountiful feast. doesn't care that you're pelting his broad back with your small fists, slurring how much you hate him.
"course you do, pet."
he thinks your ire is endearing, like a spirited kitten that needs to expend their energy before settling down for the night. he makes you ride him on the couch, the burn of him stretching you feeling as intense as very first time he took you.
"tight cunt's forgotten me. it's alrigh', i'll carve out a space in 'ere jus' f'me." (again.)
when you sit flush on his thighs, balls pressed against your arse, he bucks up, feeling his cock in your throat, the oxygen stolen from your lungs.
"show me how much ya hate me."
(somewhere down the line, when your hair is damp with sweat and your neck's marked purple, he tells you that even if you don't like him, your cunt loves him. so much so it's gripping him like it never wants him to leave. so he doesn't. stays over for a night. then two. a week. a month. until it's time to go to work again.)
#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley smut#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x f reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you
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Oblivious, Baby, Oblivious
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Summary: People would tell you that geniuses don't know everything, but you tell them that defeats the purpose of the word. Until one day you're proven wrong.
Word Count: 17.4k+
Pairing: Logan (X-Men) x fem!reader
Notes: i came up with this idea a few days ago and had to write it down. basically reader is a genius and her mutation is controlling nature (her code name is 'flora' but it's not used often. and yes, it's a winx club reference, sue me)
i tried to make it as inclusive as i could, but i'm still learning since this is only my second reader fic.
i would like to turn this into a oneshot series, so don't be afraid to send in any requests!
warnings: few uses of y/n, logan uses a lot of pet names for reader, slight innocent!reader
You had only been at the X-Mansion for a year and yet all the students seemed to love you. At first, you thought that no teenager would want to come out to the large greenhouse you had set up, but you were proven wrong.
At the end of every day, right before dinner, dozens of kids would come out and help you water the plants and pull out the weeds.
It was certainly not what you expected to do after college, especially after only having your PhDâs for 2 years. It had all started when you met Hank McCoy at a science conference in New York City. You had graduated a mere few weeks ago and were out trying to network when you met him.
After that, Hank took you to meet Charles Xavier and he offered you a two-sided job, teach a few classes and be part of the X-Men, after you went through some training. You didnât know how to fight at the beginning, but now you think youâve got the hang of it.
You had just finished teaching your advanced physics class, standing at your desk gathering up the papers before going to your office to grade them, when someone knocked on the open classroom door.
Logan stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, with that usual smirk tugging at his lips. âYou done for the day, sweetheart?â
You looked up from the pile of papers, surprised to see him there, though you probably shouldnât have been. Logan had this way of showing up whenever you least expected it, always with some sort of pet name that left your students giggling.
When you first arrived at the school and started your training, it was Logan and Ororo who helped you learn how to fight. You certainly were not on a level like Logan, but you now knew how to hold your own without completely relying on your powers.
Logan was probably the one you were closest to at the mansion, save for Ororo and Jean. You enjoyed his company, even in the late nights when you would tend to the plants and he would stand quietly nearby smoking a cigar.
âJust about,â you replied, straightening the stack. âI was going to head to my office and grade these. Why? You need something?â
Logan pushed himself off the doorframe and sauntered toward you, his boots thudding lightly against the floor. âCanât a guy just drop by and check in on ya?â
You rolled your eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of your lips. âI guess, but somehow I doubt youâre just here to âcheck in.ââ You shuffled the papers into a neat stack, slipping them into a folder. âSo, whatâs up?â
Logan shrugged, hands now in his jacket pockets as he stood a few feet away from your desk. âYouâve been buried in books and papers all week. Thought you could use a break.â
You raised an eyebrow. âIâll be done grading these in like an hour. It doesnât take me long. Unlike someone else.â
Logan snorted, a small smile forming as he tilted his head at you. "Yeah, well, not all of us have two fancy PhDs and can finish things in a blink, darlinâ."
You laughed softly, putting the papers into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. âYouâre just mad because I keep proving Iâm right.â You rounded your desk, smirking. âPlus, Iâm having a movie night with Jean and Ororo. See? I can take breaks.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile as he leaned in just a little, casting you that knowing look he always had when he was teasing you. âMovie night, huh? Lemme guessâsomething boring and science-y?â
You scoffed, shaking your head as you zipped up your bag. âNot every movie night is a science documentary, Logan.â
âMmhmm,â he replied, the teasing drawl in his voice making it clear he didnât believe you for a second. âSo, what are you watchinâ, then? Some quantum physics thriller?â
You rolled your eyes, grinning. âItâs The Princess Diaries this time, actually. But I do like documentaries, so donât knock them.â
Logan chuckled, the sound low and deep, and for a moment it made you forget the pile of grading still waiting for you. âIâll let it slide this time, darlinâ. But if I hear you talkinâ about how accurate the physics are in some movie during your âbreak,â Iâm dragging you out of that mansion myself.â
You gave him a mock-serious look. âYou wouldnât dare.â
âOh, I would,â he shot back, his smirk widening. âAnd we both know I could.â
You opened your mouth to argue, but he wasnât wrong. Logan had a way of just picking you upâliterallyâand dragging you away when he thought youâd been working too hard. Sometimes you suspected he enjoyed it a little too much.
Before you could retort, Logan's expression softened slightly. âLook, Y/N, Iâm serious. Youâve been bustinâ your ass all week. Go take a real break tonight, will ya?â
There it was again. That rare softness he showed only to you, like the tough exterior melted away for just a second. You never really knew how to respond when he got like that, so you shrugged casually and smiled. âIâll take it easy tonight. Promise.â
âGood,â he said, his voice gruff but warm. ââCause I donât wanna hear about you passinâ out from exhaustion or whatever it is geniuses do when they work themselves to death.â
You walked to the door and turned back to face him, âEinstein slept 10 hours during the night and took regular naps.â You gave him a wink and walked down the hall towards your office, a satisfied smirk on your face.
Logan watched you disappear down the hallway, shaking his head with a faint smile. He wasn't sure when it started, but something about your energy, the way you threw yourself into everythingâwhether it was the students, your research, or even the X-Men's missionsâhad caught his attention. And now, it was hard to get you out of his head, let alone his senses.
He could always tell when you were nearby or recently in an areaâyour perfume was inherently you, mango with an undercurrent of something woodsy. And you always looked cute, a word Logan thought heâd never use. You constantly wore colors, usually pastels in varying shades, whether it be a shirt, your shoes, or even accessories in your hair. It was almost ridiculous how someone with two PhDs and the kind of brain that could out-think just about everyone around her could be so oblivious to certain things.
And that was why he found you so fascinating.
You were brilliant, no doubt about itâalways talking about equations, theories, and whatever else youâd been reading about. But somehow, you never seemed to notice when he was flirting with you, which had become Logan's new favorite game. He knew exactly what he was doing when he called you varying nicknames.
It wasnât like it was a secret either; pretty much everyone at the mansion had picked up on it. Hell, even the students were in on it, giggling whenever Logan tossed a pet name your way or gave you one of those half-smirks that drove everyone else insane.
Everyone except you, apparently.
You walked down the hall, completely unaware of the looks you were getting, or the fact that Loganâs eyes lingered a bit longer than they should have as you disappeared around the corner. Shaking his head, he let out a low chuckle before heading toward the garage. Maybe a ride on his bike would clear his head, though it probably wouldnât. You had a way of sticking in his mind, even when you werenât around.
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Later that night, you were sprawled on the couch in one of the common rooms, sandwiched between Jean and Ororo as the three of you laughed at the antics on screen. The Princess Diaries was playing, and though youâd seen it a dozen times, it never failed to make you laugh.
You had your hair tied up and off your neck, and you were dressed in one of your usual casual outfitsâleggings and an oversized hoodie that probably belonged to one of the guys in the mansion, though you couldnât remember who. Loganâs scent faintly lingered on it, but you didn't think much of it.
You shifted comfortably, pulling your legs up to curl under you as Jean and Ororo sat on either side, each of you clutching bowls of popcorn and laughing at the antics in The Princess Diaries.
âI still donât get how a movie about a teenager becoming a princess is this funny,â Jean said, shaking her head as she stuffed another handful of popcorn into her mouth. âLike, shouldnât it be cheesy?â
âIt is cheesy,â you countered, laughing as Mia slipped and fell in the movie. âBut itâs good cheesy. Thereâs a difference.â
Ororo chuckled, glancing at you with an amused smile. âYouâve seen this how many times now?â
âDonât judge me,â you teased, tossing a piece of popcorn in her direction, which she easily swatted away with a smirk. âThis is a classic.â
Jean raised an eyebrow, giving you a playful nudge. âMore classic than, say, 2001: A Space Odyssey? That seems more your speed.â
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. âNot every movie I watch has to be some cerebral masterpiece, Jean.â
Ororo smiled knowingly. âMmm, true, but youâre always spouting off facts about space or physics during random moments in these movies.â
âThatâs because science is everywhere!â you replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âYou canât not notice when somethingâs wrong.â
Jean grinned. âLike that time you paused Star Wars just to give us a lecture on how light speed doesnât work like that?â
You huffed a laugh. âWell, it doesnât. Itâs allââ
âScience, we know,â Ororo finished, sharing a look with Jean that made you roll your eyes again.
âOkay, okay,â you conceded, holding up your hands. âIâll try not to nerd out tonight.â
âThatâs all we ask,â Jean said, smirking as she leaned back on the couch, throwing a kernel of popcorn into her mouth.
For the next hour or so, the three of you watched the movie without incident, though you had to bite your tongue more than once. A promise was a promise, after all.
When the movie ended, Ororo stretched and got up from the couch. âAlright, Iâm heading to bed. Iâve got an early class tomorrow.â
âSame,â Jean said, standing and offering you a soft smile.
âGuess Iâll get ready for bed too, then.â You replied. Each of you headed to your rooms, Jean shared one with Scott down the hall from you, and Ororoâs room was close by theirs.
Your room was full of plants, small vines on the walls and windowsills, along with potted flowers across the room. It had been habit ever since you learned about your powers to always be surrounded by them, it gave you a sense of peace.
Taking off your clothes you got into the shower, where more plants were, including a rhaphidophora tetrasperma and a maidenhair fern.
You smiled to yourself, relishing the small oasis youâd created in your bathroom. The plants thrived in here, the humidity of your showers mimicking their natural habitat. It was a simple pleasure to see something flourish under your care, which was probably why you always surrounded yourself with greenery.
You rinsed off, the water now lukewarm as it cascaded over you, and turned the shower off. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you stepped out, the cool air hitting your skin as you moved toward the mirror. You wiped a hand across the fogged glass, revealing your reflection. You took off your shower cap, letting your hair free from its constraints.
There was a faint knock at your door, and you glanced toward it, frowning. Who would be knocking at this hour?
âY/N?â Loganâs voice came from the other side. âYou still awake?â
Your eyes widened slightly. What was Logan doing here? You quickly pulled on some comfortable clothesâan oversized t-shirt and shortsâbefore cracking the door open to find Logan leaning against the frame, his usual smirk in place.
âLogan? Itâs kind of late. Whatâs up?â you asked, holding the door open just enough for him to see you but not enough to fully invite him in.
He shrugged, his eyes briefly scanning you before locking on yours. âCame by to see if you wanted to take a walk. Figured you might still be awake.â
You blinked, taken aback. âA walk? Now?â
âYeah,â he replied casually, as if asking you to go for a walk at nearly midnight was the most normal thing in the world. âYouâre always sayinâ how you like the way the plants look at night. Thought maybe youâd want some fresh air.â
You hesitated for a moment, considering his offer. You had planned on heading to bed soon, but you couldnât deny the appeal of a nighttime walkâespecially with Logan. The mansion grounds were peaceful at this hour, and the idea of walking among the moonlit flowers sounded tempting.
âAlright,â you said, pushing the door open the rest of the way. âLet me put on some shoes.â
Logan nodded, leaning back against the doorframe as he waited, his arms crossing over his chest. You slipped on a pair of sneakers, quickly tying the laces.
âReady,â you said, adjusting your shirt and stepping out into the hallway.
Logan pushed off the frame and started walking beside you, his steps easy and casual. The mansion was quiet, most of the students already asleep, and you could hear the soft hum of night settling in as you both made your way outside. The cool air greeted you as you stepped into the garden, and you couldnât help but smile as the scent of flowers and earth filled your senses.
âSo,â Logan said after a moment, his hands sliding into his jacket pockets, âhow was the movie?â
You smiled, glancing at him. âIt was good. A classic, really.â
He raised an eyebrow. âUh-huh. Jean and Ororo didnât give you a hard time?â
You chuckled. âWell, they did try to poke fun at my love for science, but nothing too bad. It was all in good fun.â
Logan smirked. âYeah, they like to tease. Just means theyâre comfortable around ya.â
You gave a small nod, your gaze shifting to the moonlit flowers around you. You loved the way the plants seemed to glow in the night, the way everything felt so peaceful at this hour. It was one of the reasons you often came out here at night when the mansion was quiet and still.
The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the soft sounds of nature surrounding you. Logan didnât say much, but that was one of the things you liked about himâhe didnât need to fill the air with pointless conversation. He was just⌠there, steady and solid, like the trees you so loved to be around.
You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, taking in his relaxed posture, the way his jacket hung off his broad shoulders, and the ever-present smirk tugging at his lips. You wondered briefly what he thought of these walks. He always seemed to show up at the right moments, offering his company when you needed it most, even if you didnât realize you needed it at the time.
âSo, Logan,â you started, your voice casual as you glanced at a cluster of moonlit lilies, âwhatâs the real reason you wanted to walk tonight? I know you didnât just suddenly decide to take in the scenery.â
He chuckled, low and deep, as he shifted his gaze to the path ahead. âMaybe I like the scenery more than I let on.â
âRight,â you teased, arching an eyebrow. âBecause Iâve definitely seen you out here admiring the roses before.â
âWho says Iâm talkinâ about the roses, sweetheart?â
You rolled your eyes, though a faint smile played at your lips. âUh-huh. Keep dreaming, Logan.â
There was that playful glint in his eyes again, the one youâd grown used to but never quite understood. He always had this way of teasing youâsoft, subtle comments that seemed to amuse him more than anything else. It wasnât like you minded, though. You liked the banter, even if you never quite knew why he seemed to engage in it with you so much.
You gave him a sidelong glance, but Loganâs expression remained as it usually didâa little cocky, a little mysterious, his hands resting casually in his jacket pockets as he walked alongside you. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows across the path, and you found your gaze drifting back to the flowers blooming in the gardens. The peace of the night wrapped around you like a soft blanket, and for a moment, you almost forgot Logan was there.
âYâknow,â Logan said after a stretch of silence, his voice low and lazy, âyou really are a mystery, sweetheart.â
You blinked, turning to him with a slight frown. âWhat do you mean by that?â
Logan shrugged, his eyes briefly flicking to yours before looking ahead again. âYouâre this genius, right? Got two PhDs, can out-think just about anyone in the room. But sometimes⌠youâre completely clueless.â
You scoffed, giving him an incredulous look. âClueless? Me? I donât think thatâs possible.â
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that teasing smile. âYeah, darlinâ. Clueless. You know a hell of a lot about a lot of things, but when it comes to readinâ people? Not so much.â
Your frown deepened. âI think I read people just fine, Logan.â
He stopped walking then, turning to face you with a glint of amusement in his eyes. âOh, do ya?â
âYeah,â you insisted, crossing your arms over your chest. âI spend a lot of time around people. I know how to pick up on things.â
Loganâs smile widened, like he was holding back laughter. âIs that so?â
You narrowed your eyes at him, confused by the sudden shift in conversation. âYes, thatâs so. What are you getting at?â
Loganâs grin widened as he saw you narrow your eyes, your arms crossed in clear frustration. There was something about how easily he could rile you up, how your normally sharp mind would stumble whenever he teased you, that made him enjoy these moments even more.
âYouâre dodging the question,â you pressed, sensing that his silence was deliberate. âWhat are you getting at?â
Logan shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the nearest tree, his usual smirk in place. âIâm just sayinâ, for someone whoâs supposed to be a genius, you donât always see whatâs right in front of you.â
You let out a huff, clearly not satisfied with his answer. âI see everything just fine, Logan. Youâre not exactly subtle, you know.â
âSubtle, huh?â Logan echoed, his grin softening into a more thoughtful expression. âMaybe Iâm not. Or maybe youâre just a little too focused on the wrong things.â
You stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, but as usual, Logan didnât offer anything more. He simply stood there, his eyes watching you carefully, as if enjoying the little mystery he���d planted in your mind. You could practically see the amusement dancing behind his gaze.
âThis is just another one of your games, isnât it?â you muttered, though there was no real bite in your tone. âYou like keeping me guessing.â
âMaybe,â he said with a wink. âKeeps things interestinâ, donât ya think?â
You rolled your eyes again, turning away from him as you started walking down the path. You werenât going to let him keep you on edge like this. You had better things to think about than whatever half-assed answer Logan was playing at tonight.
Logan fell into step beside you, his hands tucked back into his pockets. The two of you walked in silence for a bit longer, and despite the earlier tension, you found yourself relaxing once more. The garden was quiet, the night cool and calm. Loganâs presence, as always, was steady beside you, even if he did like to mess with your head sometimes.
âYou know,â you began after a while, your voice softer now, âjust because Iâm a genius doesnât mean Iâm completely oblivious to people. I do pick up on things.â
Logan shot you a sideways glance, that infuriating smirk back on his face. âSure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.â
âIâm serious!â you insisted, though a smile tugged at your lips despite yourself. âI just⌠maybe Iâm not as concerned with peopleâs motives as much as I am with facts and data. Itâs different.â
Logan gave a low chuckle, shaking his head. âThatâs part of the problem, doll. You think you can figure out everything like itâs a puzzle. But people? Weâre a little more complicated than that.â
You tilted your head, thinking about that. âI donât see why it has to be complicated. People say what they mean, donât they?â
Logan paused for a moment, his smirk turning into something more thoughtful. âNot always.â
There was a heaviness in his voice that made you glance up at him, but before you could ask what he meant, he turned his head away, eyes focused on something in the distance. The moment passed, and Logan was back to his usual self, his grin in place as if nothing had happened.
âAnyway,â he said, changing the subject, âhowâs your latest project goinâ? Still messing with those gadgets?â
You sighed, the shift in conversation allowing you to relax again. âYeah, still working on a few prototypes. Hankâs been helping me out with some of the materials, but weâre having trouble stabilizing the energy output.â
Logan nodded, listening with genuine interest. âSounds like somethinâ youâll figure out soon enough.â
âI hope so,â you said with a small smile. âBut itâs been a little frustrating.â
âNot used to runninâ into roadblocks, huh?â Logan teased.
âNot really,â you admitted, a touch of sheepishness in your tone. âIâm used to things coming together quickly once I have all the information. This oneâs been⌠tricky.â
Logan gave a low hum of understanding. âThatâs the thing about science, sweetheart. It ainât always predictable.â
âYeah, but I like predictability,â you said with a shrug. âIt makes sense. People, on the other handâŚâ
Logan laughed at that, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. âI guess I canât argue with that.â
The two of you continued your walk, the conversation drifting to lighter topicsâprojects, students at the mansion, the occasional prank pulled by one of the younger mutants. You liked how easy it was to talk to Logan, even when he teased you or left you hanging on a thought. He was always there, listening, offering his dry commentary when it was needed.
As you walked, you found yourself glancing at him every now and then, taking in the way the moonlight caught his features, the rough stubble on his jaw, the confident way he carried himself. You didnât understand why he spent so much time around you, especially when he had no trouble being alone or doing his own thing. Logan didnât seem like the type to go out of his way for someone, and yet⌠here he was.
âLogan?â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
âYeah?â he replied, his gaze shifting to you.
âWhy do you do this?â
He frowned, genuinely confused. âDo what?â
âWalk with me. Spend time with me. Youâre not exactly the most sociable guy around here.â
Logan gave a low chuckle, his eyes softening as he looked at you. âMaybe I like your company, sweetheart. Ever think of that?â
You blinked, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. It wasnât like Logan to be so direct about⌠feelings. You werenât sure how to respond, so you simply looked away, feeling a slight warmth creeping up your cheeks.
âI guess I never really thought about it,â you admitted after a moment.
Loganâs smirk returned, but there was something softer behind it this time. âThatâs âcause youâre too busy thinkinâ about everythinâ else, doll.â
You didnât respond right away, still processing his words. Logan wasnât one to lay things out so plainly, but when he did, it always seemed to catch you off guard. He had this way of making you question thingsâyourself, your understanding of the worldâwithout ever really giving you any answers. It was frustrating, but at the same time, it was⌠endearing.
As the two of you walked back toward the mansion, the quiet settling over you once more, you couldnât help but wonder what Logan had meant earlier. About you being âclueless.â It wasnât like you didnât notice thingsâsure, people had their layers, but you werenât blind to them. So what was he talking about?
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The next morning, you were back in your usual routineâteaching classes, working in the greenhouse, and helping the students with their studies. It was a busy day, but you didnât mind. The students were eager to learn, and you found a sense of satisfaction in watching them grow and develop their skills.
After your last class, you made your way to the greenhouse, your favorite part of the day. The students had already watered the plants earlier, so you spent some time pruning and checking on the growth of the flowers and vegetables.
The sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention, and you turned to see Logan leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, a smirk playing on his lips.
âDidnât expect to see you here,â you said, glancing up from the plant you were tending to.
Logan shrugged. âFigured Iâd stop by. See how youâre doinâ.â
You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. âYou checking up on me again?â
He chuckled. âSomeoneâs gotta keep an eye on ya, sweetheart.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head as you turned back to your plants. âIâm fine, Logan. Really.â
âYeah, I know,â he said, his voice closer now. You glanced over your shoulder to see him standing just a few feet away, watching you with that same unreadable expression he always seemed to have around you. âBut it doesnât hurt to check in every now and then.â
Logan looked over at a large strawberry plant in the corner, it seemed to have a lot of yield, bright red strawberries hanging from the branches.
âYou ever try a strawberry with no pesticides?â You asked, standing up from the ground and taking off your gloves. You looked around the plant before pulling what you thought looked to be the best of the bunch, holding it out for him. Since it was August, the strawberries were soon going to go out of season, so this was the last good batch you were going to get.
Logan raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as he eyed the fruit in your hand. "Iâve had my share of wild strawberries, sweetheart, but never from your garden.â
You rolled your eyes, stepping closer to him with the strawberry still outstretched. âWild strawberries? Really, Logan? This is organic, homegrown perfection. Totally different experience.â
He chuckled, finally taking the strawberry from you, his fingers brushing against yours for a brief second. It was so brief you didnât think much of it, but Loganâs smirk softened into something more genuine as he popped the strawberry into his mouth.
âWell?â you asked, watching him expectantly. âWhat do you think?â
Logan chewed slowly, his eyes not leaving yours. âSweet,â he finally said, his voice low. âReal sweet.â
You smiled, pleased with his answer, though you didnât quite catch the way his gaze lingered on you as he said it. âTold you,â you said, turning back to the plant to grab a strawberry for yourself. âFresh strawberries are unbeatable.â
He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you take a bite. âYou take real pride in this, donât ya?â
âOf course,â you said, glancing at him between bites. âThereâs something rewarding about growing things. Watching them thrive under the right conditions. Itâs like⌠I donât know, creating life.â
Loganâs eyes softened as he listened to you talk, his smirk fading into something more thoughtful. âYou care a lot about the little det- â He was cut off by surprise, your thumb brushing the corner of his lips wiping off some of the strawberry juice.
You seemed to not think much about it, nor did you notice Loganâs heart sped up with your simple touch. It was over quick, you let out a soft gasp and walked behind him, looking up at a vine at the top where you saw a few ripe kiwis.
You reached your palm out, focusing your energy on the vines at the top of the greenhouse. They shifted gently, as if responding to your silent command, dropping three ripe kiwis into your hand. You grinned, knowing Jean would appreciate the fresh fruit later. It wasnât easy growing kiwis in New York, but your powers made up for the climateâs shortcomings. Nature seemed to bend to your will, a fact you took quiet pride in, even though youâd never flaunt it.
Meanwhile, Logan was still in slight shock from your gesture, he could almost feel the spot where your thumb brushed against him, almost as if it was the most natural thing in the world. And you did it without thinking, in fact, you still didnât seem to notice him looking at your back as you picked a few bunches of basil.
âDamn,â he muttered under his breath, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasnât just the way you talked about plants or how your hands moved with skill and graceâit was you, completely unaware of how you affected him. Completely unaware that his heart rate had spiked at the smallest, most innocent touch.
âSomething wrong?â you asked, not even turning around as you picked at the herbs.
Logan blinked, pulling himself out of his thoughts. âNah, just... thinkinâ. Youâre somethinâ, you know that?â
You gave a short laugh, pausing to glance back at him over your shoulder. âIf thatâs your way of saying Iâm a genius again, I already know.â
He chuckled, moving to stand a bit closer. âThatâs not exactly what I meant, sweetheart.â His voice was low, with that familiar gravelly tone he used when teasing you.
But as usual, the hint flew right past you. âWell, whatever it is, Iâll take it as a compliment.â You plucked another handful of basil leaves, slipping them into a small basket on the bench. âAnd you should try to be more specific next time, Logan. It helps with communication.â
âSpecific, huh?â Logan leaned a little against the workbench beside you, arms crossed. âAlright then, youâre smart, sure. But thereâs more to it than that. You... you just do things without even thinking about it. Like earlier.â His eyes flickered briefly to your hand.
You frowned a little, confused. âEarlier? You mean the strawberry thing? Or when I wiped the juice off your face?â
âYeah,â he said, grinning. âThat.â
You blinked, not understanding why he was making such a big deal of it. âLogan, it was just strawberry juice. You looked like you were about to walk into a meeting with half a fruit smeared on your face.â
Logan let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âYeah, doll. I get that.â He watched as you turned back to your plants, completely oblivious to the fact that what had been a small, thoughtless gesture for you had stirred something deeper for him. He found it both amusing and frustratingânot in an annoying way, but in a way that made him want to get closer to you, to push the boundaries just a little more.
âSo,â you said, shifting the subject as you snipped a bit more basil. âWhatâs got you wandering into the greenhouse today? Itâs not exactly your usual haunt.â
Logan leaned back, watching you with those intense eyes of his. âJust felt like stoppinâ by. Spend some time with you. Ainât that a good enough reason?â
You rolled your eyes, though your smile was genuine. âI suppose. Itâs just... you donât usually care about plants and stuff.â
âWell, maybe Iâm changinâ,â Logan said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You shook your head, laughing softly. âIâll believe that when I see it.â You paused, glancing at him as you picked up a watering can. âSo... you wanna help?â
Logan raised an eyebrow. âMe? Helpinâ with your garden?â
âWhy not?â you asked, stepping closer to him. âYouâve got hands, donât you? Itâs not all that complicated.â
He chuckled, reaching out to take the watering can from you, brushing his fingers against yours for a second time. âAlright, sweetheart, show me how itâs done.â
You handed him the can and pointed to a row of lavender plants nearby. âJust give them a little water. Not too much thoughâthey donât like it when their roots get too wet.â
Logan followed your instructions with a kind of amused curiosity, watching as the water trickled from the can onto the plants. It wasnât the kind of thing he normally found himself doing, but there was something about the simplicity of it, something about you, that made it... well, not so bad.
âYou really know your stuff, donât ya?â Logan remarked after a few moments, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.
âWell, yeah,â you said, turning to grab some tools from a nearby shelf. âIâve been doing this for a while. Plus, itâs kind of in my wheelhouse, you know? With the whole âcontrolling natureâ thing.â
Logan smirked, setting the watering can down as he leaned against the bench again. âYeah, Iâve seen you do some pretty wild things with those powers of yours. But you donât talk about âem much.â
âI talk to them.â You said, hiding a grin from growing on your face.
âReally?â he asked, surprised.
You laughed as you stood up, throwing a few weeds in a separate basket. âNo. I was joking!â
Logan let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head at you. âYou got me there, sweetheart,â he said, still leaning against the bench, watching you with that ever-present smirk on his face.
You grabbed a nearby hose, turning the water on low to rinse your hands. "Can't believe you thought I was serious. I mean, I get along with plants, but I donât have full-on conversations with them. Thatâd be weird."
"Wouldn't surprise me with you, doll," Logan replied, still watching you intently. "You seem to know what everything around here needs, even without talkin' to 'em."
You shrugged, drying your hands on a towel. "Itâs just intuition, I guess. Plants give off signals if you know how to read them."
Logan gave you a long look, his smirk softening into something almost affectionate, though you didnât notice. "You sure it's just the plants you read that well?"
You looked up at him, confused for a second, but quickly shook your head, dismissing his comment. "Are you gonna keep talking, or are you actually going to help me?â
Logan pushed himself off the bench, standing up straight. "Alright, alright. Where do you want me, doll?"
You handed him the basket full of weeds, âthrow them out.â
He raised an eyebrow, âthatâs it?â
You handed Logan the basket of weeds, his hand brushing against yours for the third time today. He smirked slightly, but you, as usual, were completely unaware of the subtle tension.
âMm-hmm,â you hummed in response to his earlier question, balancing two baskets filled with freshly picked fruits, vegetables, and herbs in your arms. âIâm gonna lock up and bring these inside.â
Logan didnât move for a second, watching as you turned your back and headed toward the door, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the greenhouse. For someone so sharp, so brilliant, you seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he enjoyed these little moments with you.
That small, unspoken connection you two hadâthe one where you never quite seemed to notice that he was flirting with youâhad started to become his favorite part of the day. Even if it had been going on for 8 months, and yes, he was counting.
As you reached for the lock on the greenhouse door, you glanced over your shoulder. âYouâre still standing there, Logan. Are you gonna help or just watch me carry all this stuff by myself?â
Loganâs smirk widened. âOh, I was just enjoyin' the view, sweetheart.â
You rolled your eyes, missing the deeper meaning in his words, as usual. âRight. Well, the view can help me with these baskets if itâs not too busy.â
Logan chuckled softly, walking over to you and easily taking one of the baskets from your hands. âYou got it, doll. Iâll lend a hand.â
Together, you made your way toward the mansion, the quiet of the late afternoon settling around you. It was peaceful, in that way you likedâjust the sound of your footsteps on the gravel path, the faint rustle of leaves in the distance, and the low hum of the cicadas in the trees. Logan had quickly thrown away the weeds and rejoined you, taking the other basket out of your hand, saying something about how he was âbeing a gentleman.â
You both entered the mansion from the back door, making your way to the kitchen where Logan placed the baskets on the island. Jean and Scott were already in there, Jean making her way over to the two baskets.
You, having an inkling for what she was looking for, reached into one of the baskets and pulled out the 3 kiwis. You handed the kiwis over to Jean, a smile playing on your lips as she quickly clutched them to her chest, almost like they were gold. It wasnât the first time sheâd done this, and it always amused you. Scott, of course, tried to intervene, reaching out to snatch one, but Jean shot him a look that was part-serious, part-playful.
âHey, those are for me,â she said, moving slightly to block Scottâs hand. âIâve been waiting for these kiwis all week.â
Scott smirked but backed off, raising his hands in surrender. âAlright, alright. I wouldnât want to get on your bad side, babe.â
Jean gave him a victorious smile, then turned to you. âThanks, Y/N. You always come through with the best fruit.â
âOf course,â you replied, wiping your hands on a nearby towel. âYouâve been asking for kiwis since the season started, so I figured it was about time I delivered.â
Logan, still standing nearby, watched the interaction with a subtle smirk on his face. He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, looking completely relaxed but attentive.
âYou sure know how to make people happy, doll,â Logan said, his voice low but teasing. âAlways goinâ above and beyond for everyone.â
You shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal. âItâs just a few kiwis, Logan. Nothing special.â
Jean, now satisfied with her prized fruit, glanced between the two of you with a curious look, sensing something in Loganâs tone. She had noticed the way heâd been hanging around you more than usual lately, and it wasnât hard to pick up on the little glances he threw your way when you werenât looking. Of course, you remained blissfully unaware of it all, as always.
âYouâre selling yourself short,â Jean said, throwing you a grin. âItâs not just the kiwis. Youâve practically turned the greenhouse into a mini-Eden. We all appreciate it, even if Scott canât admit heâs jealous of my fruit.â
Scott rolled his eyes, but his smile betrayed him. âYeah, yeah. Thanks for the garden, Y/N.â
You smiled at the compliment, though it didnât feel like anything out of the ordinary to you. Taking care of the plants, helping out with the students, it was all part of your routine. You liked it that wayâpredictable, manageable. You didnât dwell on the subtleties of interpersonal dynamics the way others seemed to.
Loganâs smirk widened slightly at Jeanâs comment, but he kept quiet, watching you interact with the others. There was something about the way you brushed off compliments so easily, like you didnât quite grasp how much people appreciated you around here.
You had already put a few strawberries in a glass bowl, making your way out of the kitchen to Ororoâs office without saying a word, something they were already used to.
âYou sure youâre not going to say anything? You know, thatâs actually straight to the point?â Jean asked Logan.
Scott reached into one of the baskets, pulling out a few blueberries, âat this point, youâre like a love-sick puppy following her around.â
Logan let out a low growl, plucking a strawberry out from the basket. âKeep talking dickhead.â He threatened.
Jean raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the counter, her sharp eyes flicking between Logan and Scott. "Heâs not wrong though, Logan. Youâve been spending more time with Y/N than usual. Weâve all noticed."
Logan grunted, pushing himself off the counter and crossing his arms over his chest defensively. "Sheâs a good kid. Someoneâs gotta keep an eye on her."
Scott smirked, leaning back in his chair. "Right, keepin' an eye on her. That's what weâre calling it now?"
Jean shot Scott a playful glare, but her attention quickly shifted back to Logan. âYou know, you could just tell her how you feel. Sheâs oblivious, but sheâs not stupid. Sooner or later, sheâs going to notice.â
Loganâs jaw tightened, and he glanced toward the door where you had just left. His emotions were complicatedâheâd never been one for opening up, and the idea of confessing anything, especially something as vulnerable as his feelings for you, wasnât exactly in his comfort zone. He had been through too much, lost too many people, and the thought of letting himself get close to someone again... well, it scared him more than he cared to admit.
âSheâs got her own life,â Logan muttered, his voice gruff but softer now. âI ainât lookinâ to mess that up.â
Jean sighed, walking over to stand next to Logan, her tone gentle but firm. âLogan, youâre not messing anything up. In fact, I think youâd be adding something important to her life. Sheâs not the type to see you as a burden or a distraction. She probably wouldnât even realize you were flirting with her until you hit her over the head with it.â
Logan huffed a half-hearted laugh, but the tension in his shoulders remained. âMaybe thatâs the problem. Sheâs too damn focused on other stuff to even see it.â
Jean smiled softly, placing a hand on Loganâs arm. âThatâs what makes her so special, Logan. Sheâs genuine, selfless, and probably the least manipulative person in this mansion. She doesnât play gamesâwhat you see is what you get. And she likes you, even if she doesnât realize it in the same way you do yet.â
Scott, still lounging in his chair, added, âPlus, you know, if you wait too long, someone else might catch her eye. Just sayinâ.â
Logan shot Scott a glare that could have melted steel. âAinât nobody else gonna catch her eye, Summers. Trust me on that.â
Jean chuckled softly, giving Loganâs arm a reassuring squeeze before stepping back. âWell, when youâre ready, just rememberâitâs okay to take a chance on her. You might be surprised by how things turn out.â
Logan didnât respond right away, his mind already spinning with conflicting thoughts. He appreciated Jeanâs support, but the fear of rejection, of losing someone else important to him, gnawed at his insides. He wasnât sure if he could handle it again. And what if telling you how he felt ruined the easy, comfortable dynamic you two had? What if he lost the one person in the mansion who treated him like a normal man instead of a gruff, dangerous mutant?
Jean and Scott exchanged a knowing glance, but they let Logan mull over his thoughts in silence. They could push him only so far before it was up to him to take the next step.
---
You were walking down the halls with your bag in over your shoulder, all you needed to do was get to your office and take these heels off.
They looked cute online, not too tall or high, had some cushion on the soles, but wearing them was a completely different story. Which was sad because they were a cute baby pink which went well with your button up baby pink cardigan and white jeans.
But your office seemed so far away with the stabbing pain in your feet, luckily the halls were empty since most of the students were in their rooms doing homework or relaxing before dinner.
Having enough of the pain, you crouched down to unbuckle your heels, your bag moving down your shoulder to your elbow.
âNeed any help, princess?â
You looked up at the sound of the voice, even though you knew exactly who it was.
Logan stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes flicked down to your shoes before meeting your gaze again, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âNeed any help, princess?â His voice was low and casual, but that nicknameâ'princessââit was just one of the many heâd taken to using when he spoke to you. Although you hadnât heard this one before.
You shifted your bag back up on your shoulder and continued unbuckling the second heel. âIâve got it, thanks,â you replied, not thinking too much of his presence. Youâd known Logan long enough to realize he had a habit of showing up when you least expected him to.
He made a small grunt, as if to say âsuit yourself,â and watched as you continued to try and unbuckle the second one, but it looked like the strap was giving you a hard time.
Logan kneeled down in front of you without a word as you moved your hands away. You were smart enough to know that you werenât exactly in the best position to unbuckle your heels, you usually did it when you were sitting down, not crouching in the middle of a hallway.
He easily unbuckled it and helped you slip out of the heels, your feet hitting the cool floor. You mumbled a thanks as his hand trailed up your calf with a feather light touch before standing up. Your heels were in one of his hands as he easily picked you up with one arm, carrying you bridal style.
You let out a small shriek of surprise, your arms instinctively going around Loganâs neck as he scooped you up with one arm, heels dangling from his other hand.
"Hey! I can walk!" you protested, more flustered than anything else. You were completely capable of walking, sore feet or not, but now you were cradled in Loganâs arms like a princess in some old fairy tale.
Logan's smirk widened, clearly enjoying your reaction. "Not fast enough, sweetheart," he teased, carrying you effortlessly down the hall. His voice was deep, a hint of amusement in his tone, and it made your cheeks heat up slightly, though you quickly tried to brush it off.
You rolled your eyes, not really sure how to argue back. "Iâm pretty sure this is unnecessary," you muttered, though your voice didnât sound all that convincing even to you.
"Necessary or not, you're gonna let me carry you," he shot back, glancing down at you with a playful gleam in his eye. "Besides, I donât mind."
You huffed in mock defiance, but you didnât exactly push him to put you down either. In fact, being carried by Logan feltâŚnice. Comfortable, even. Not that youâd ever admit that out loud. And it certainly wasnât the first time heâd done this.
As the two of you continued down the hallway, you couldnât help but notice the way his grip was firm but gentle, his arms strong and steady. It wasnât the first time youâd seen how built he was, but somehow, it always seemed to surprise you.
"You know, this couldâve been avoided if Iâd just worn normal shoes," you grumbled, trying to distract yourself from the way your heart was beating a little too fast.
Logan chuckled softly, that gravelly sound that always seemed to resonate in your chest. "Doll, Iâve seen you rock combat boots and still look like youâre ready for a photoshoot. But those heelsâŚ" He raised an eyebrow at the pink shoes still in his hand. "Yeah, maybe not your best choice."
You frowned slightly, glancing at the heels. "They looked good onlineâŚ"
He grinned, amused. "You got catfished by shoes?"
"I didnât get catfished!" you retorted, though you couldnât help but laugh. "Theyâre cute! Just not comfortable."
Logan made a noncommittal sound, clearly not convinced by your argument. But he didnât press it further, instead shifting you slightly in his arms as he approached your office door.
"Want me to break down the door for you, too, princess? Or can you manage the key?" he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes, looking down at you like you were some helpless damsel.
"Iâve got it," you replied quickly, reaching into your bag for your keys. "And stop calling me princess." The nickname felt weird, it made your heart beat faster and you skin flush more than the other nicknames he called you.
But Logan just smirked, clearly unbothered. "Sure thing, sweetheart."
You couldnât stop the little sigh that escaped you as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. Logan stepped inside, gently setting you down on your feet.
As soon as you were standing, you felt the cool air against your now bare feet, and it was an instant relief from the torture those heels had put you through. You moved to put your heels down by your desk, but Logan still had them in his hand.
"You know I can take those now," you said, holding out your hand expectantly.
Logan eyed the heels for a moment, then handed them over. "You really should burn 'em, doll," he said in that same teasing tone, watching you place them on the floor.
"Iâm not burning them," you replied, shaking your head. "Theyâre not that bad. I justâŚneed to break them in."
Logan crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe now, watching you with that amused smirk still playing on his lips. "Or you could just stick to boots."
"Maybe I like being fashionable sometimes," you shot back, raising an eyebrow at him as you plopped down into your office chair. Your fingers brushed your hair back from your face, and you let out a small, satisfied sigh now that you were sitting down.
"Fashionable, sure," Logan said, his voice a low rumble. "But at what cost?"
You shot him a look but couldnât help the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It was hard to stay annoyed when Logan was like thisâplayful, relaxed, his rough edges softened just enough to make you feel like he actually cared.
"Anyway, shouldnât you be out doing something more...Logan-like?" you asked, leaning back in your chair, arms crossing over your chest.
Logan raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"I don't know, brooding? Scowling at someone?"
His lips twitched, clearly suppressing a smirk. "Maybe Iâm just waiting for you to ask me to carry you again."
You rolled your eyes, fighting the warmth creeping into your cheeks. "Yeah, well, donât hold your breath."
He chuckled, that deep, gravelly sound filling the small office. He didnât say anything after that, just leaned against the door, arms crossed as he watched you settle in. The silence was comfortable, but it made you hyperaware of himâof the way his presence seemed to take up more space than it should.
You busied yourself with pulling out some notes from your bag, pretending you werenât fully aware of how Loganâs eyes followed your every movement. It was strange, but also kind ofâŚnice? Logan wasnât like other guys. He wasnât intimidated by your intelligence or the fact that you could talk circles around most people in the room. In fact, he seemed to like it, even if he teased you about it sometimes.
"Alright, well, thanks for theâŚuh, assistance," you said, breaking the silence and giving him a small, awkward smile. "I think Iâm good now."
Logan didnât move right away. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he pushed himself off the doorframe. "Anytime, sweetheart."
And with that, he turned and walked out of your office, leaving you with your thoughtsâand the faintest trace of a smirk on your face.
---
Every so often, you would have a baking day to use up some of the fruits efficiently. Some of the students would join you in the large kitchen, doing their best to help you by carefully following your instructions.
Some of them, particularly the older ones, would cut up some of the fruit, like strawberries, apples, and peaches. The others would measure the ingredients and put them in a mixing bowl before combining it all together to make a dough.
This time, you were striving to make a few blueberry pies, a large dish of peach cobbler, apple strudels, and some strawberry puff pastries.
Baking was something you enjoyed, but never really did in college. You usually were busier with labs and theses rather than cooking or baking. You practically lived off take out and dining hall food. But since youâve been here for the past year, youâve already held 4 sessions, including this one.
âCareful with those strawberries,â you said to a student named Ben, who was chopping up the fruit with a little too much enthusiasm. âWe need them in slices, not chunks.â
âSorry, Y/N,â he mumbled, quickly adjusting his technique.
You smiled softly and moved to check on the other group, who were working on the dough for the pies. A girl named Emily was measuring out the flour, carefully following the recipe youâd written down.
"Howâs it going over here?" you asked, watching as she sifted the flour into a bowl.
âGood, I think,â Emily said, glancing up at you nervously. âIs this enough?â
You nodded. "Looks perfect. Just remember to mix it slowly so the flour doesnât go everywhere."
Emily gave you a grateful smile before continuing her work. You loved these baking sessions. It was a great way to bond with the students and also let them explore a more creative side outside of their classes. Plus, it gave you a break from the constant intellectual challenges of your usual work.
Logan wandered into the kitchen a little while later, casually leaning against the doorframe as he watched the controlled chaos. Ororo and Jean were already in the kitchen, watching from the sidelines nursing a glass of a bubbly pink drink.
He couldnât help but think about how pretty you looked, you were wearing a pastel purple sundress with a light green apron with vines and flowers embroidered on it.
The sight made him smirkâsomething about you baking in a kitchen full of teenagers, in your floral apron, amused him. It was such a stark contrast to your usual intellectual, no-nonsense attitude.
âWhatcha got cookinâ, sweetheart?â Loganâs gruff voice broke the bustling sounds of mixing and chopping.
You didnât glance up, too focused on guiding Emily through making the pie dough. "Just baking some pies and pastries. Using up the leftover fruit. Do you want some?" you asked casually, not thinking too much about the fact that Logan was watching you.
Logan shrugged, stepping further into the kitchen. âDepends. Is it any good?â
You finally looked up, raising an eyebrow at him. âYou doubt my baking skills?â
He chuckled lowly, leaning against the counter now, close enough to see what you were working on. âWouldnât call it doubt, doll. Just curious.â
You gave him a small smirk, hands moving skillfully as you finished helping Emily measure the remaining ingredients. "Youâll have to wait until theyâre done to find out."
One of the students, Ben, interrupted, grinning as he wiped flour off his hands. "Y/Nâs baking is the best! She made these strawberry scones last timeâthey were gone in like ten minutes."
Logan raised an eyebrow, giving you a teasing glance. "Impressive, princess. Maybe I will stick around."
You rolled your eyes at the nickname but didnât comment. Instead, you turned back to Emily, helping her roll out the dough. It wasnât that you didnât notice Logan's teasing, it was just that you didnât think much of it. Guys didnât usually flirt with you. At least not seriously. Most found your intelligence intimidating, or they simply saw you as âone of the guys.â Loganâs pet names, in your mind, were just part of his rough-and-tumble personality, nothing more.
But Logan, on the other hand, found your obliviousness endearing. The fact that you didnât seem to realize he was flirting with you only made him try harder, though he kept it casual enough not to push you away. He liked the challenge.
âYou need any help?â Logan offered, gesturing toward the fruit Ben was chopping haphazardly.
âYouâre not gonna burn the kitchen down?â you teased, wiping your hands on your apron before reaching for a bowl.
âI think I can handle it,â Logan said, a grin tugging at his lips.
You handed him a knife, showing him how to properly slice the strawberries. âHere, like this. We need them thin for the pastries.â
You held out the knife for him, and instead of coming up beside you like you assumed he would, he stood behind you, his chest against your back, practically caging you in between him and the counter.
He could hear your heart beat faster as he cut a few slices of the strawberry, asking, "That good enough for you, sweetheart?"
His voice was low, and you could feel his breath near your ear, but you were too focused on the task at hand to fully process the closeness. You glanced at the thinly sliced strawberries, nodding absentmindedly.
"Yeah, thatâs perfect," you mumbled, moving slightly away to give yourself more room to breathe, though you didnât realize why. "Just need a few more for the pastries."
Logan continued slicing, his movements precise, though his presence remained solid and grounding behind you. You were used to people standing close when you worked in the lab or in classâtight spaces, shared equipment, it came with the territory. But this was different. Loganâs proximity felt⌠intense in a way you couldnât quite pinpoint.
"So, how long you been doin' this?" Logan asked casually, his voice breaking through your thoughts as he finished up with the strawberries.
You blinked, taking a second to register the question. "Baking? Oh, I donât know⌠when I was a kid? I just started because itâs a nice break from⌠everything I guess.â
Jean and Ororo continued to drink their glass of champagne when Scott walked in, placing an arm around Jeanâs waist as they watched the scene. âThink sheâll finally realize,â he asked.
Ororo gave a small grin and shrugged, âwho knows? But Loganâs certainly getting bolder.â
Jean shook her head, âI told him to talk to her and say exactly what he was feeling, but turns out he still hasnât taken my advice.â
Ororo chuckled as she took a slow sip of her drink, her gaze flicking back to the kitchen scene unfolding in front of them. "Well, you know Logan. Subtlety isnât exactly his strong suit."
Scott smirked as he stood next to Jean, his arm still comfortably draped around her waist. "Yeah, but subtlety doesnât seem to be the problem here," he said, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched Logan hover around you. "Heâs not exactly hiding it."
Ororo tilted her head, amused by how oblivious you remained despite Loganâs efforts. It wasnât that you were unobservant; you were incredibly sharpâwhen it came to science, mechanics, and even battle tactics. But personal matters? Especially the ones involving yourself? Not so much.
"Poor girl," Ororo mused, shaking her head. "Sheâs a genius, but thisâŚ" She waved a hand in Loganâs direction. "This seems to be one thing sheâs totally clueless about."
Jean smiled sympathetically. "Sheâs not used to people flirting with her. I mean, guys either get intimidated by her brain, or they just see her as a fellow intellectual, not⌠you know, a woman."
Ororo raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. "Well, Logan clearly sees her as a woman. Heâs made that much obvious. But I wonder how long itâll take for her to figure it out."
Jean laughed softly. "At this rate? It might take a while."
The three of them watched with growing curiosity as Logan stood there, his broad shoulders and rough demeanor somehow fitting perfectly in the domestic scene of baking pastries with students. You, on the other hand, were entirely focused on getting the strawberry puff pastries just right, completely unaware of how closely Logan was watching youâor how he lingered longer than necessary when he handed you the knife, or how his teasing nicknames held a deeper meaning.
"Sheâs too smart for her own good," Scott added, shaking his head with a chuckle. "But when it comes to this, she's got blind spots."
Jean nodded in agreement. "Y/N is convinced she knows everythingâand to be fair, she does know a lotâbut sheâs missing the whole picture here."
---
After Loganâs stunt on baking day, he wondered just how much further he could go. Sure, he could take Jeanâs advice and outright tell you, but he also liked seeing you riled up and confused by his words and actions.
Like a few days ago, all he did was pull out your chair at dinner with the rest of the group and you just stood there, confused by the gesture. It took a few moments for you to understand and finally sit down before he pushed the chair closer to the table for you.
Or now, they were having a briefing, or meeting, about God knows what, most of everybody seated. You and Ororo were the last people to come in, aside from Charles. Ororo went to sit down at an open seat and as you looked around you came to the conclusion that there werenât any other chairs available.
You were content with the fact that you were going to stand for the short meeting, as you found a spot to stand at the opposite end of the large round table, close to Logan.
âCâmere doll.â Logan said, lazily gesturing for you to come closer.
You hesitantly did, stopping next to his chair, your knee brushing his thigh. âWhat?â
He patted his thigh, âI donât bite.â
Your eyes widened, a cute, innocent expression that he enjoyed seeing on your face, as you looked around the room. âI, uh- â
Loganâs smirk widened, clearly finding your hesitation endearing. He patted his lap again, his eyes glinting with a teasing light. âCâmon, doll. Donât be shy. Thereâs a perfectly good seat right here.â
You hesitated, your brain racing to process the situation. It wasnât exactly appropriate for a professional setting, but you were running out of options. The only other seats were either taken or a bit too far from the discussion table. With a small sigh, you decided to give in. You didnât want to stand for the entire meeting, and it was just one of those moments where you had to roll with it.
âAlright,â you said. You shot a glance around the room, but most people were already absorbed in their conversations or taking notes. You gingerly sat down on the edge of his lap, trying to maintain a sense of propriety despite the awkwardness of the situation.
Loganâs arm naturally wrapped around your waist to stabilize you, but he didnât say anything as you settled. You could feel his warmth radiating through his leather jacket, and it was strangely comforting despite the unusual circumstances. He leaned in slightly, his breath tickling your ear as he whispered, âYou alright there, sweetheart?â
You nodded, trying to focus on the meeting but acutely aware of how close he was. âYeah, Iâm fine,â you replied, though you could feel your cheeks warming slightly. âJust trying to get comfortable.â
Logan chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through his chest and making you shift just a bit closer. His hand rested lightly on your hip, not too firm but enough to make you acutely aware of his presence. You tried to ignore it and concentrate on the meeting, but his proximity made that task rather difficult.
The meeting continued, with Charles and the others discussing various topics related to ongoing projects and missions. Loganâs hand on your hip was a constant reminder of his presence, but he remained quiet, only chiming in occasionally with his usual gruff comments or suggestions.
---
At breakfast one day, you were sitting with Hank talking about the project you two were working on that was finally getting somewhere. You had finally been able to stabilize the energy output and now you two were talking about what to do next.
Logan sipped his coffee, looking at your from afar. As always, you were dressed cute today. You were wearing a light blue sweater with a pair of your skinny jeans and white flats, paired with matching drop earrings.
Ororo and Jean came up beside him, the former tsking. Ororo gave Logan a knowing look, crossing her arms. "You still at it, huh?" she teased, nodding in your direction.
Logan grunted but didn't respond immediately, sipping his coffee as he watched you and Hank animatedly discuss your project. You were explaining something with such enthusiasm, using your hands to gesture wildly, that it made him smirk. The light blue sweater you wore today only added to the adorable vibe you unknowingly radiated.
Jean nudged him lightly. "Nine months, Logan. Nine months of flirting, and sheâs still completely oblivious." She shook her head, amused.
"Sheâs a genius, remember?" Ororo said, raising an eyebrow. "Sheâs supposed to know everything."
Logan snorted, finally setting his coffee down. "Well, she clearly doesnât know this. And Iâm in no rush to tell her." He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His eyes didnât leave you, even as the conversation between Hank and you grew more intense.
Jean chuckled. "It's kinda cute, though. Watching her get all flustered whenever you call her those names, like sheâs completely missing the point."
"I know," Logan muttered with a grin. "She gets that little furrow in her brow, like sheâs trying to figure it out, but then brushes it off. Sheâs too wrapped up in all her fancy projects and theories."
Ororo shook her head in disbelief. "Youâve got the patience of a saint. Most people wouldâve given up by now."
Logan shrugged, glancing at Ororo. "Ainât in any hurry. Sheâs worth the wait."
Jean smiled softly at that, then sighed. "Well, good luck. Maybe one day sheâll actually catch on."
As if on cue, you let out a triumphant laugh from across the room, and Loganâs attention immediately shifted back to you. You had a bright smile on your face, clearly excited about whatever breakthrough you and Hank had just made.
"Youâre like a moth to a flame," Ororo muttered under her breath with a smirk, walking off with Jean to sit down.
Logan ignored her, his eyes still locked on you as you gathered up some papers and started to walk toward the exit. As you passed him, he casually stuck his leg out just enough that you had to stop short to avoid tripping.
âLogan!â you exclaimed, looking down at his leg and then up at him with confusion.
He raised an eyebrow, taking another sip of his coffee. "Mornin', sweetheart."
You blinked at him, clearly thrown off for a moment. "Uh, morning." You shifted the stack of papers in your arms. "Whyâd youâ"
"Just wanted to say good job," he interrupted, nodding toward the papers in your hand. "Whatever you and Hank were talkinâ about over there seemed pretty important."
Your face lit up at the mention of your project, and you immediately launched into an explanation, completely forgetting about Logan's odd behavior. "Oh, yeah! We finally stabilized the energy output! Itâs been driving us crazy for weeks, but we think weâve figured out how toâ"
Logan barely paid attention to the technical jargon that followed, more focused on the way your eyes sparkled as you talked, your excitement contagious. He gave a few gruff nods, pretending to follow along, but it was the way you lit up when you were passionate about something that kept him hooked.
"Youâre incredible, you know that?" he said once you finished, his voice low and serious.
You blinked, taken aback. "Uh, what?"
"I said youâre incredible." He repeated, his gaze locking onto yours. "Smart, talented, and cute as a button. Gotta give credit where itâs due."
Your cheeks flushed pink, and you quickly looked down at the papers in your arms. "Oh, um, thanks, Logan," you mumbled, completely missing the deeper implication of his words, as usual. "I... I should probably get these to the lab. We need to review them before the next phase."
"Of course," Logan said, his smirk widening as he watched you stumble over your words. "But donât forget to take a break, doll. All work and no play ainât good for anyone."
"Right," you said, nodding as you hurried off, your mind already shifting back to your project, completely oblivious to the playful grin on Logan's face.
---
âYouâve never even been clubbing!?â Ororo exclaimed, holding up a finger to stop you from saying anything. âAnd you know Iâm not talking about something like a âgardening clubâ.â
âAnd you have?â You asked, sitting on your bed as Jean looked through your closet.
Ororo laughed, shaking her head at your naivety. âOh, Y/N, honey, Iâve been out dancing plenty of times. Clubbing is one of those things you just have to experience.â
Jean, still rummaging through your closet, chimed in, "Sheâs right, Y/N. It's fun to get out of the lab once in a while and let loose. You spend so much time buried in your work. You deserve a break."
You sighed, sinking back onto the bed. "I donât know⌠It just seems like a waste of time. We could watch a movie, drink some wine, and call it a night."
Ororo leaned against your dresser, crossing her arms. "You canât hide behind your projects forever, Flora. You need to socialize, let your hair down." She smirked, looking at you pointedly. "You never know, maybe someone will finally catch your eye."
You furrowed your brow, unconvinced. "Like who?"
Jean shared a knowing look with Ororo before turning to face you, holding up a dress youâd forgotten you owned. âWho knows? There could be someone at the club. Or maybe someone youâve been completely blind to.â
Ororo raised an eyebrow and added, "Someone whoâs been giving you attention for months, perhaps."
Your eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Jean grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she held up the dress in front of you. "Nothing, just an observation. Now, come on, put this on. Letâs see how it looks."
You sighed, getting off the bed and taking the dress from Jeanâs hands. "I still donât get what the big deal is. Iâm perfectly fine without this whole clubbing thing."
Ororo smirked, stepping toward the door. âTrust us. Youâll thank us later.â
---
A few hours later, you found yourself standing outside one of the busiest clubs in the city, feeling slightly out of place in the dress Jean had picked out for you. The music thumped from inside the building, the bass reverberating through the sidewalk as people lined up to get in. You stood between Jean and Ororo, who both looked far more comfortable in their outfits than you felt in yours.
"I canât believe you guys convinced me to come," you muttered under your breath, shifting on your feet as you glanced at the line of people ahead.
Jean grinned, looping her arm through yours. "Youâre going to have fun. Trust me. Itâs a nice change of pace."
Ororo nodded in agreement. "Plus, you deserve a night out. Youâve been working hard."
As you were about to respond, the doors of the club swung open, and you were hit with a blast of cool air mixed with the sound of thumping music. The bouncer waved the three of you in without a second glance, and before you knew it, you were inside, the lights flashing and the crowd buzzing with energy.
You followed Jean and Ororo through the throngs of people, weaving through the packed dance floor until you reached the bar. The atmosphere was unlike anything you were used toâloud, chaotic, and a little overwhelming. You werenât sure how you felt about it yet.
Ororo leaned against the bar, ordering drinks while Jean turned to you with a grin. "What do you think so far?"
You shrugged, glancing around. "Itâs... different."
"Just give it a chance," Jean said, patting your arm. "Once you get a drink in you and loosen up a bit, youâll feel better."
The bartender handed Ororo three drinks, and she passed one to you with a wink. "To new experiences, Flora."
You hesitated for a moment before raising your glass. "To new experiences, I guess."
The three of you clinked glasses, and you took a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol start to settle in. Maybe this night wouldnât be so bad after all.
---
An expensive Uber trip later and you three were back at the mansion at 4 in the morning. Luckily it was Friday, or Saturday now, so there was no need to worry about being hungover for classes.
You donât think youâve ever drank that much alcohol, but to be fair, you must have a really low tolerance since you never partied in college, other than the occasional glass of wine.
So, drinking around 5 or 6 fruity cocktails surely made you see things differently. Maybe just a tad bit too blurry and clumsy.
You fumbled with your keys at the mansion door, Jean giggling behind you. âHere, let me help,â she offered, her hands steadier than yours as she took the keys and unlocked the door with ease.
âIâm fine, Jean!â you protested with a laugh, swaying slightly as you stepped inside. You werenât used to feeling so... unbalanced. Everything seemed lighter, funnier, and a little more ridiculous after the alcohol. You were starting to understand why people did this more often.
Ororo walked in behind you, shaking her head but smiling. âMaybe next time we wonât let you have quite so many drinks,â she teased, gently guiding you toward the living room. âYouâre gonna feel this tomorrow.â
âIâm a genius,â you declared, holding your head high in mock dignity, âIâll be fine.â
Jean snorted, flopping onto the couch. âOh yeah? Even geniuses canât outsmart a hangover.â
You waved her off, settling into a chair, only to realize it was far too squishy, causing you to slide right down onto the floor. You stared at it for a second, then burst out laughing. âWho put a trap here?â
Ororo and Jean were in hysterics now, and even though your head was spinning, you couldnât help but join in.
âYou know,â Ororo started between giggles, âfor someone who knows everything, you sure donât know how to handle a drink.â
You narrowed your eyes at her, or at least tried to. âItâs... an anomaly. Unpredictable variables.â
âRight,â Jean said, leaning back with a grin, âjust like Loganâs flirting.â
You blinked, the name snapping you out of your drunken haze for a second. âLoganâs what?â
Ororo and Jean exchanged glances before looking back at you, their smiles widening.
âHis flirting,â Jean repeated slowly, as if explaining a simple concept.
You squinted, feeling like your brain was moving through molasses. âFlirting? Logan? With me?â
Ororo rolled her eyes playfully. âYes, Y/N. For months. You seriously havenât noticed?â
You stared at them both, utterly lost. âFlirting? Logan? Are you guys drunk too?â
Jean sighed dramatically, standing up. âI think youâre too far gone to process this tonight.â
You shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around what they were saying. Logan? Flirting? With you? It didnât make any sense. Logan was... well, Logan.
Ororo pulled you up from the floor, patting your arm. âLetâs get you to bed. You can overthink this tomorrow.â
---
The next morning, you woke up with a pounding headache and a stomach that felt like it was doing somersaults. Groaning, you dragged yourself out of bed, making a mental note to never drink that much again.
As you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to find coffee and maybe something greasy to settle your stomach, you tried to remember the details from last night. Jean and Ororo had said something about Logan... flirting with you?
You shook your head. That couldnât be right. Logan wasnât the type to flirt. He was gruff, tough, and mostly kept to himself. Sure, he called you pet names, but that didnât mean anything. Right?
Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, you sat at the kitchen island, still groggy. You were about to take a sip when you heard the familiar sound of boots approaching.
âMorninâ, doll,â Logan greeted as he walked in, his voice a low rumble.
You looked up at him, your brain still foggy, and for some reason, the word âflirtingâ popped into your mind again. You stared at him for a moment longer than necessary, your head tilting slightly.
âUh... morning,â you replied, your voice a little more unsure than usual. You couldnât stop replaying what Jean and Ororo had said last night. Was this flirting? You eyed Logan, trying to decipher his expression.
He leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over his broad chest. âYou look like hell.â
âGee, thanks,â you muttered, taking a sip of your coffee. âThatâs exactly what I wanted to hear.â
Logan chuckled, that deep, rough sound that always sent a weird shiver down your spine. âGuess you didnât take my advice about not overdoing it, huh?â
You blinked. âWhat advice?â
âLast night,â he said, smirking, âtold ya not to have too many drinks, sweetheart.â
Your brow furrowed. âWait, you were there?â
âYeah,â Logan said, clearly amused. âPassed by when you three were heading out. You looked excited about... whatever the hell it is you get excited about.â
You frowned, trying to remember him saying that. It was all so hazy. Then you shook your head, deciding to just drop it. âWell, Iâll survive.â
Logan gave you a lazy grin. âTough as nails, arenât ya?â
You shrugged, trying to play it off. âI guess so.â
There was a moment of silence before Logan pushed off the counter and moved closer. He reached out and gently tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his fingers brushing your cheek for just a second too long. âGood thing. Wouldnât want ya to break, sweetheart.â
Your eyes widened, your breath catching in your throat. This was... different. You felt your face heat up, and you quickly turned your attention back to your coffee. âUh... right.â
Loganâs smirk didnât fade as he stepped back. âSee ya around, darlinâ.â
You watched him leave the kitchen, your heart pounding in your chest for reasons you couldnât quite explain. What was that? Was that what Jean and Ororo had been talking about? Or was it just him being old-fashioned, after all he was over 200 years old, and you were a mere 25. He was the Wolverine, and you were just a young teacher that happened to be an X-Men.
---
It had been a week since you had gone out clubbing with Jean and Ororo and you were too far gone in your own mind. You started observing things more carefully, the way Logan would rest his hand on your lower back when he was walking you to your next class, how he occasionally brought you snacks when you were in the lab, telling Hank that they were only for you, and finally, how he really only called you nicknames.
Ever since that realization, you tried to keep it hidden, to process it on your own. After all, guys didnât like you. You werenât exactly the kind of girl they wanted.
Logan noticed how you got more nervous around him, your heart beating faster, how you seemed to stumble over your words more often than not around him. At one point, he asked Jean about it, to which she revealed her and Ororo did what he couldnât.
He ended up outside of your office, hearing you talk to one of the senior students about which colleges were the best for his major. You assured him that just because it was September, doesnât mean heâs too late to apply.
Logan knocked on the door as you said that the door was unlocked. He hadnât seen your outfit today, a white pencil skirt paired with a skintight, long sleeve peach colored shirt. Your hip was leaning against the front of the desk next to where the student was sitting.
Kean looked between the two of you, before quickly gathering his things and the brochures you gave him for various colleges.
"Remember to look into some engineering programs! Iâd think theyâd be great for you!" You called out after Kean, watching as the student hurried out of your office. The door clicked shut behind him, and you sighed, thinking of the next round of paperwork waiting on your desk. You were about to walk around your desk to sit down when you noticed Logan still standing there, leaning casually against the doorframe, his eyes focused on you in that intense way he often did.
"Sweetheart, got a minute?" Logan's voice was rough, familiar, and held that signature casualness that made it feel like he wasn't really asking.
You blinked, startled for a second before nodding. "Uh, yeah. Sure, Logan. What's up?"
Logan stepped further into the room, his eyes scanning you briefly. "You looked pretty wrapped up in your work. Thought you could use a break."
Your mind raced, suddenly self-conscious. "Yeah, Iâve been helping some of the seniors with their college stuff," you explained, motioning to the brochures still scattered across your desk. "It's that time of year where they start panicking about applications."
Logan smirked, his arms crossing over his chest. "You always keep yourself busy, donât ya, doll?"
You rolled your lower lip while humming as your answer. You crossed your arms, watching as Logan came closer to you, standing almost toe to toe with your pointy short peach colored heels.
âYou finally figured it out then, didnât ya?â He asked.
âI- well, uhâŚâ you stammered, suddenly feeling heat rush to your face. Why was Logan looking at you like that? And what did he mean by âyou finally figured it outâ? Were Ororo and Jean right?
Loganâs smirk deepened, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watched you fumble over your words. "Youâre a genius, sweetheart. Iâm sure youâve noticed by now."
Your heart raced, and you felt your palms start to sweat. Why was he so close? You tried to focus on the conversation, on anything other than how your body was reacting to his presence. "N-noticed what?" you managed to get out, your voice sounding way less composed than you intended.
Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying this far more than you were. "How Iâve been flirtinâ with ya for months now," he said casually, as if he were commenting on the weather.
Your brain short-circuited. Flirting? Logan? Flirting? With you? That didnât make any sense. Logan flirted with women who were⌠well, not you. He was the rough-around-the-edges kind of guy who went for women who were confident, flirtatious, and knew how to handle someone like him. You were the awkward genius who spent more time in the lab than anywhere else. Guys didnât flirt with you.
"Youâve beenâwait, what?" you asked, blinking rapidly, trying to make sense of what he was saying. "Youâve been flirting with me?"
Logan chuckled, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. "Yeah, doll. Pretty sure everyone at the mansionâs noticed by now." His smirk returned as he added, "Except you, apparently."
Your face burned, and you tried to think back. Had he been flirting? The nicknames, the snacks, the casual touches⌠it all seemed so⌠normal for Logan. You thought he was just being friendly, maybe a bit protective like he was with some of the younger students.
"Iâ" You started to say something but stopped, unsure of what exactly to say. You felt like the ground had shifted beneath you. "Why didnât anyone tell me?"
Logan shrugged. "Didnât think it was their place. Figured youâd catch on eventually." His gaze softened, and he added, "Didnât expect you to be this oblivious, though. Kinda cute."
You were sure your face couldnât get any redder. "Iâm not⌠Iâm not oblivious," you mumbled, crossing your arms defensively. "I just didnât think youâd be interested in someone like me."
Loganâs eyebrows shot up. "And why the hell not?"
"Because Iâm⌠me!" You motioned to yourself, like that explained everything. "Guys donât flirt with me, Logan. Theyâre usually intimidated or just⌠I donât know. Iâm not the kind of girl guys like."
You didnât have any friends until you came here, which was sad because you were 24 when you finally had some.
Sure, you tried to make some during college, joined the gardening club and the astronomy club, but whenever you talked people would never really listen to you.
You even tried going on a few dates with some guys from online dating apps. They were your age, but they were in their third year of college while you were already working on two masterâs degrees. You even had similarities with a few of them.
One guy liked Star Wars, and you went into a short rant about how the physics of it was wrong and even talked about a bunch of the lore behind it. Same with the other 2 dates you went on, they were all one and done.
Guys didnât like you. Thatâs just the way it was.
Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. âThatâs the most ridiculous thing Iâve ever heard, doll. You think guys donât notice you?â
You crossed your arms, feeling defensive again. âI donât think, I know. Trust me, Iâve tried.â You paused, hesitating before you added, âIâm not exactly⌠good at this kind of thing. Social stuff, I mean. Iâm better at figuring out equations than people.â
Logan stepped closer, so close that you could feel the warmth radiating off him. âYouâre wrong, sweetheart,â he said softly, his voice surprisingly gentle. âYouâve got this idea in your head that no oneâs gonna want you because youâre too smart or too different, but that ainât true. Not even close.â
You blinked up at him, unsure of how to respond. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flutter in a way that felt both exciting and terrifying. âI just⌠I donât see why youâd be interested in me,â you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. âYouâre Logan. You could have anyone.â
Logan chuckled softly, shaking his head. âYeah, but I donât want just anyone.â His eyes locked onto yours, his tone becoming serious. âI want you.â
Your heart nearly stopped in your chest. You had no idea what to say. Logan had been flirting with youâLogan, the gruff, no-nonsense guy youâd come to admire over the past yearâand youâd been completely clueless. How could someone like him, someone who seemed so out of your league, be interested in you?
âI⌠I donât understand,â you mumbled, still struggling to process everything. âWhy me?â
Logan sighed, as if he had been waiting for this question for months. âBecause youâre brilliant, Y/N. Youâve got this fire in you, this passion for everything you do. Youâre one of the smartest people Iâve ever met, and you donât let anyone push you around. And youâre so damn kind, even when you donât have to be.â He ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to gather his thoughts. âYouâve got no idea how many times Iâve wanted to tell you, but⌠well, youâre not exactly the easiest person to talk to about feelings.â
You blinked. âIâm not?â
Logan smirked. âNo, sweetheart, youâre not. You overthink everything. Makes it kinda hard to tell you I like you without you analyzing it to death.â
You bit your lip, feeling a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. âIâm sorry,â you muttered, not really knowing what else to say. âI just didnât think you⌠I didnât think anyone would⌠you know.â
Logan stepped even closer, so close that you had to sit on the edge of your desk. âWell, I do,â he said, his voice low. âAnd Iâve been waitinâ for you to figure it out.â
You stared up at him, your mind still reeling. All this time, Logan had been flirting with you, had liked you, and you hadnât noticed. And now, here he was, standing so close you could feel his breath on your skin, telling you exactly how he felt. It was overwhelming, to say the least.
"Logan, IâŚ" you started, but the words got caught in your throat. You didnât know what to say, how to respond to something like this. Part of you wanted to brush it off as some kind of misunderstanding, but the way he was looking at you, the way he had always looked at you, made it clear that this wasnât a joke or a misunderstanding.
He really liked you.
Logan smirked at your silence, clearly amused by how flustered you were. "Speechless, huh? Thatâs a first," he teased, his voice low and rough in that way that made your stomach flip.
You shook your head, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Itâs just⌠I didnât think youâd be interested in someone like me. Youâre Logan, and IâmâŚ" You gestured to yourself awkwardly. "Me."
Logan frowned slightly, his brows pulling together. "What the hellâs that supposed to mean?"
You shrugged in response, turning your head downward to look down at your lap. It didnât last long, because Logan put his thumb on your chin, turning your head upright to look at him.
He noticed your expression change, you were someone who was easy to read, never really kept her emotions hidden well, or at least not to him. You went from big doe eyes and sad, pouty lips to flustered. Your eyes were curious and almost nervous and your pink lips, courtesy of the colored lip balm you always wore, were slightly parted.
Logan held your gaze, his thumb gently resting on your chin, and you couldnât help but feel your pulse quicken under his touch. He was so close now, close enough that the musky scent of him was filling your senses, making it even harder to think clearly.
"You really think Iâd waste my time on someone I didnât want?" Loganâs voice was low, gruff, but there was a softness to it that you hadnât heard before.
You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. The words were jumbled in your mind, and all you could focus on was the way his rough fingers were still holding your chin, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. The confidence he exuded was overwhelming. How could he be so sure, so calm, while you felt like your brain was on fire?
"Logan, IâŚ" you trailed off, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of his hand, the warmth of his body so closeâit was too much.
He let out a soft chuckle, clearly amused by how flustered you were. "Doll, youâre overthinking again."
Your lips pressed together into a thin line as you tried to get a handle on your spiraling thoughts. "Iâm just⌠surprised. I didnât thinkâŚ" You hesitated, the words feeling clumsy in your mouth. His thumb moved slightly up, still holding onto your chin but now brushing against your lower lip, making it more difficult to concentrate or come up with a single coherent thought.
No one had ever treated you like this, so kindly and⌠normally. You thought back to the only 3 dates you had ever been on during college, how none of them ever really tried to get to know you, or peel back the layers behind your smarts.
Because you werenât just smart, you loved gardening, and baking, hell, you even liked to dress cute. And out of all the guys, Logan never treated you like someone different. It was nice to be around someone like that, who embraced who you were rather than try and get you to bury it. Maybe it was his age? You remember reading an article from a psych organization about how younger women like older men because of emotional maturity-
Rough hands cupped your face, bringing you out of your thoughts. âHey, stop thinkinâ. What the hell could you be thinkinâ about right now?â
You gave a shy smile and shook your head gently, his hands still on your face. âNothinâ,â you mumbled, your voice softer than you intended. You tried to play it off like everything was fine, but Logan wasnât buying it.
Loganâs brow furrowed slightly, his thumb brushing your cheek now. "Youâre a terrible liar, sweetheart." His voice was low, that gravelly tone sending shivers down your spine.
You swallowed, your mind still racing as you searched for the right words. "I just⌠I donât get why youâd want me," you admitted, your eyes flicking away from his. "Youâre this⌠badass, Logan. Youâve been through so much. You could have anyone."
His hands stayed where they were, his touch gentle but firm as he guided your gaze back to his. "I told you, doll. I donât want anyone else. I want you."
You blinked up at him, still unsure of how to respond. It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest, and your mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts. On one hand, Logan was the last person you ever thought would have feelings for you. On the other hand, here he was, being painfully honest, and you couldnât deny the sincerity in his voice.
"I justâŚ" you hesitated, biting your lip, "I donât know how to do this, Logan. Iâm not⌠Iâve never been good at⌠people. Relationships. I mean, Iâm good at math, science, and solving problems but notâthis."
Logan chuckled softly, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw. "You donât gotta be good at it, Y/N. You just gotta be you." His voice softened, the teasing tone dropping away as he said, "Thatâs all Iâve ever wanted."
Your breath caught in your throat. He made it sound so simple, like it wasnât a big deal. But it was a big deal to you. You hadnât dated muchâhardly at all, if you were being honest. Relationships felt like another complex equation you couldnât quite solve.
"Logan, IâŚ" you started, but he cut you off, his hands dropping from your face to settle on your hips, pulling you just a little closer.
"You overthinkinâ again?" Logan smirked, one eyebrow raised.
You couldnât help but smile at that. "Maybe a little," you admitted, your voice quiet. It was hard to concentrate when he was so close, his hands resting on your hips like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Thatâs what I thought," Logan muttered, leaning in just enough that his forehead almost touched yours. "You donât gotta figure everything out right now, doll. Just⌠let it happen."
You stared at him, your mind whirling. "Let it happen?" you echoed, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying.
"Yeah," Logan said softly, his voice rough but soothing at the same time. "Stop tryinâ to solve it like itâs some kinda problem. Just be with me."
You blinked, your heart doing that weird fluttering thing again. Be with him? It sounded so simple when he said it like that. But you couldnât help the flood of doubt that kept creeping into your mind. What if you screwed it up? What if you werenât good enough at this? What ifâ
Loganâs hands tightened slightly on your hips, and he pulled you closer, cutting off your spiraling thoughts. "Y/N, youâre doinâ it again," he murmured, his voice a soft rumble in the space between you. "Youâre thinkinâ too much."
You sighed, biting your lip again. "I canât help it," you muttered, feeling a little embarrassed. "Thatâs just how my brain works."
Logan chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "I know, darlinâ. But you donât gotta do that with me."
His words hung in the air, and you found yourself staring at him, completely unsure of what to say next. No one had ever spoken to you like this before. No one had ever made you feel like it was okay to just⌠be. You were always the smartest person in the room, always expected to have the answers, to be the one in control. But with Logan, it felt different. He didnât expect you to be anything but yourself.
"IâŚ" You trailed off, your throat tightening. "I donât know how to not overthink things."
Loganâs smirk softened, and he tilted his head slightly, his eyes warm as they met yours. "Then Iâll just have to distract you, wonât I?"
Before you could even process what he was saying, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in the softest, most unexpected kiss. It was like everything around you froze for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you tried to catch up with what was happening.
Logan was kissing you.
Logan.
Was kissing.
You.
Your hands moved instinctively to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back. It wasnât what you expectedânothing in your life had ever felt like this. The warmth, the softness of his lips against yours, the way he held you like you were something precious⌠it was overwhelming in the best possible way.
If you wouldâve told your past self from five years ago, hell, even two months ago, that your first kiss would be with the Wolverine, you wouldâve thought it was some grand, cosmic joke. But there you were, hands fisting into Loganâs shirt, his lips gently pressing against yours like this was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasnât how youâd imagined your first kiss would go. Not that youâd spent a lot of time imagining itâhonestly, youâd been too busy with equations, papers, and research to even consider the prospect of someone being interested in you. But if you had pictured it, this wouldnât have been it. Not with a man like Logan.
His rough hands held you in place, strong but careful, as if he was hyper-aware of how delicate you felt in his grasp. You, who could bend nature to your will, whose intelligence far surpassed anyoneâs expectations, felt completely and utterly vulnerable in his arms.
When he pulled back, it wasnât by much. His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm and slightly uneven. Loganâs lips curved into a smirk, one you could practically feel against your skin.
âWell,â he drawled, voice low and teasing, âthat didnât seem too bad, did it?â
You blinked up at him, still trying to recover from the shock. âI⌠I donâtâwhat just happened?â
Logan chuckled softly, his thumbs brushing small circles into your hips, keeping you grounded when your thoughts were spinning out of control. âI just kissed ya, sweetheart. And unless Iâm readinâ the situation wrong, you didnât mind too much.â
Your mind raced, heart hammering in your chest. âNo, Iââ You paused, biting your lip as you tried to form a coherent thought. âI didnât mind. Itâs justââ
âJust what?â Loganâs voice softened, his expression growing more serious as he studied your face.
âI wasnât expecting it.â You swallowed, looking away from him for a moment before forcing yourself to meet his eyes again. âI didnât think someone like you⌠I mean, I didnât think you would- I didnât think anyone would- â
Logan raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to finish, but when you didnât, he took a step closer. His hand was still resting on your hip, keeping you anchored to him, and the heat of his body was impossible to ignore. âDidnât think what, sweetheart?â
You swallowed, feeling the weight of his question press down on you. It was like all the words in your head had turned to static, and you couldnât figure out how to string a coherent sentence together. "I just⌠I donât know," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
Loganâs lips quirked into a small, teasing smile, but his eyes stayed serious. "You donât know, or you donât wanna say?"
You bit your lip, your mind still reeling from the kiss. The memory of itâsoft, unexpected, but not unwelcomeâwas playing on a loop in your head. You hadnât been kissed much, if at all, and the idea that Logan was the one to give you your first real kiss was still something you were trying to process.
But you couldnât lie, it was nice. You were 25, just had your first kiss, and suddenly you felt like a teenager in a Disney movie.
A grin slipped past your lips. "I just wasnât expecting you to kiss me, old man," you finally replied, your voice teasing but soft.
Loganâs eyebrows raised, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Old man, huh?" he murmured, his voice dipping into that gravelly tone that always made you feel a bit flustered. "Pretty sure that kiss just proved Iâve still got it."
You laughed softly, your hands still fisted in his shirt, though he didnât seem to mind at all. Loganâs smirk widened at the sound of your laughter, and you could feel the tension in the air start to ease, just a little.
"Yeah, maybe you do," you replied, your voice soft but teasing as you looked up at him, your heart still beating a little too fast from the kiss. "Guess you're not as rusty as I thought."
Logan raised an eyebrow, his smirk never faltering. "Rusty?" he repeated, his voice low and playful, with that gravelly edge that made your stomach flip every time. "You seriously thought I was rusty, sweetheart?"
You shrugged, trying to maintain some semblance of composure despite how close he was and how easily he seemed to get under your skin. "I donât know. I mean, youâre a couple of hundred years old. Thought you mightâve lost your touch."
Logan chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling in his chest as he leaned in just a little closer. "Oh, darlin'," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I ain't lost a damn thing."
Your breath caught in your throat, and for a second, you couldnât think of a single thing to say. Loganâs confidence was overwhelming, but it wasnât just thatâthere was a tenderness in the way he looked at you, a softness in his touch that made your chest feel tight.
"Okay, okay," you finally muttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried to deflect some of the attention. "Point taken."
Logan grinned, clearly enjoying how flustered you were. "Good," he said simply, his thumbs brushing lightly over your hips where his hands still rested. "âCause I donât wanna hear any more about me beinâ rusty or old. Got it?"
You nodded, biting your lip as you tried not to smile too much. "Got it."
chapter 3 of Sweet Dreams will be up tomorrow!
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x reader#james howlett x reader#james howlett x you#logan howlett fanfiction#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett fic
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bestfriend!bakugou sneaks over at night
bestfriend!bakugou x g/n!reader, highschool au, fluff, cuddling (sfw)
part 1/3 of the bestfriend!bakugou likes to sneak over series
continue reading: part 2 (sfw) ; part 3 (nsfw)
bakugou is not quiet. his explosions are loud, he screams his head off when he's angry (when is he not angry?) â bakugou is always loud as fuck. he's brash, hot-headed, and loud. you, of all people, knew that. he was your best friend since childhood, after all.
bzzt. you felt your phone vibrate slightly from where it rested against your thigh.
(1) new message
katsukiđŁ: Outside.
you slowly rise from the couch where you had originally sat waiting, wincing at the faint creak from the movement. subconsciously holding your breath, you cautiously tiptoed your way from the living room to the front door, key in hand.
at the door, you couldn't help the smile on your face as you looked through the peephole to see â lo and behold â katsuki, in a tank top, hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants. your grin widened.
katsuki sneaking over was nothing new. your secret midnight rendezvous with him started in your first year of highschool.
the moment the recess bell rang, and you had whipped out your gameboy from under the desk, turning it on to boot the newest game to you and katsuki's shared collection â Godzilla: Domination!
"the hell?" katsuki grunted, peering over your shoulder as he frowned at your gameboy. "when did ya get to level 5?" he demanded. you didn't have to look his way to know that katsuki was already scowling. still, despite how indignant he sounded, he dragged a nearby chair to sit next to you, holding his own gameboy.
"last night!" you chirped. "which level are you on?"
there was a slight pause before katsuki answered. "...3," he muttered through gritted teeth.
your hands fell as you placed the gameboy onto your desk, turning around to face katsuki with a cheeky smile. "gonna let me beat ya?"
"hell nah," katsuki smirked. "clearly someone's been stressin' 'bout losin', stayin' up to play games. ya gettin' enough sleep? 'sides, playin' on your own is cheatin'."
"oh, please," you scoffed. "that's not a rule. what, you gonna watch over me at night to make sure i'm sleeping or something?"
that night, katsuki snuck over, clad in an All Might shirt and sweats. the two of you bickered over your blanket until you both fell asleep, with your head on his chest and his arm wrapped around you.
you expertly twisted the doorknob, firmly but gently, and pulled the door open carefully such that it didn't squeak or creak.
you playfully raised a finger to your lips, silently shushing katsuki, as though he didn't already know to be quiet by now. with a roll of his eyes, katsuki stepped into your house and made his way to your room.
you entered your room to see katsuki already laying in your bed, legs crossed. as you closed the door behind you, he took his phone out of his pocket to place it next to yours, on your bedside table.
you yawned quietly, a few tears springing to your eyes as you waddled to your bed.
"ha, weakling," katsuki teased, yet he uncrossed his legs and shifted to the edge of the bed to make space for you. (you had once rolled yourself off the bed and woken the both of you up. since then, you had always preferred sleeping on the side of the bed next to the wall. katsuki made fun of you for being a big baby, but he always scooted over anyway.)
you crawled into bed, settling down with your head on his chest as usual. you hummed contentedly as you felt katsuki's arms wrap around you, wiggling your way up to bury your face into the crook of his neck.
"you're so warm, 'suki," you sighed, eyes fluttering closed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"no shit," katsuki said with a click of his tongue, rolling his eyes yet again.
"you're the best heater in the world," you ignored his quip, your hands carding through his blonde hair, before coming to rest where it's cut shorter near the base of his neck.
"flattery ain't gettin' ya nowhere, sweets." despite his words, you felt his arms tighten around you. "you gonna let me get some shuteye, or are ya gonna continue yapping?"
"night night, kats."
"night."
before you drifted off to sleep, you felt him shift. then, a pair of lips were pressed against your temple.
you smiled. you loved having katsuki sneak over.
ok the first few times they pulled this off they'd set an alarm to wake up an hour earlier than usual for bkg to run back home and get ready for school BUT reader's parents would 100% catch them eventually. bkg practically moves in at some point, his clothes are in one of reader's spare drawers, his set of toiletries are next to the reader's, they get ready to go to school together yada yada yada. OMG imagine the bkg fam finding out and mitsuki's just like YOU DUMB BOY WHY ARE YOU TROUBLING THEM AND THEIR POOR FAMILY! and reader basically moves into bkg's place too >:) i'm such a sucker for childhood best friends... sigh
#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou fluff#bnha fluff#soft bakugou#bakugou headcanons#bnha headcanons#bakugou imagine#bnha imagines#bnha x reader
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Guilty as sin
Professor! Joel Ă fem college student!reader (series)
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MASTERLIST /Part 2
Warnings: smut so minors dni!
flirting, teasing, age gap (reader is her 20s and joel in his late 40s), fingering, squirting, infidelity (joel is married) , no use of y/n, joel being an asshole towards the end, forbidden romance
Lmk if I forgot something!
wc: 3.2k
A/n: okay so i actually started writing this over a year ago and just finished it today cuz i finally had some inspiration. So if you notice a difference in the writing, don't mind it pls
Joel Miller is the epitome of rugged charm, the kind of man who effortlessly commands a room with his presence. To you, he's the sexiest man alive, an intoxicating blend of intellect and masculinity. Attending his classes became more than just an academic obligation, it was a guilty pleasure, an excuse to indulge in the sight of him. Joel was undeniably alluring,his maturity and confidence set him apart from your other professors. Yet, a glint of reality kept you grounded. The shiny glimmer of a wedding ring on his strong, veiny hand, was a constant reminder of boundaries you couldn't cross.
Your daydreams were interrupted when your friend pulled you back to reality. "Hey, it's break time. Stop ogling that old man and let's go to the bathroom," she teased with a knowing laugh. "He's not that old," you protested, feeling a flush of embarrassment. She arched an eyebrow skeptically. "Please, he could be your father." You sighed, reluctantly tearing yourself away from thoughts of him.
As you walked toward the bathroom, fate had you crossing paths with Joel. His presence was magnetic, drawing your eyes to him. You couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have those capable, veiny hands on you, exploring the curves he seemed to discreetly notice. Yet, despite the heat in his gaze, he seemed the kind of man who wouldn't stray, loyal to a fault, and unlikely to be interested in someone so much younger.
Still, you couldn't ignore the way his eyes lingered on you as you passed, nor the surge of confidence it gave you. You knew you looked good in those jeans, and for a fleeting moment, you wondered if he was thinking about you as much as you were about him.
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A week went by, and u had an appointment with another professor just before your class with joel miller. You had a busy day ahead because your friends wanted to go out after class. And since u didn't have time for changing clothes, you just wore your going outfit the whole day. You wore black thigh high boots with a jeans miniskirt and a sexy black cutout top. And on top of that you wore your long leather jacket to cover you up.
Your appointment with your professor went well and when u walked out, u decided to take the elevator since u were on the 5th floor and were wearing heels. You pushed the button on the elevator and to your suprise, you saw professor miller standing in it.
Your heart started to race like crazy. You greeted him with a smile and got into the elevator. "Good afternoon" he said and u were getting so hot. "Good afternoon, professor Miller." You answered and he smiled "you don't need to call me professor miller. Just call me joel." You laughed and said "that's a little strange but if u insist."
The elevator was now on the 3rd floor and you felt his gaze on you. Your jacket was open cuz you were in a hurry and u awkwardly smiled and said "I'm going somewhere after your class so I'm a little overdressed right now. I swear I'm not being inappropriate on purpose." He laughed and was a little taken by suprise by your random statement. "That's fine. I assume you're a grown woman since you're in college and there are no dress codes here. So no need to worry about it. And you look great." You blushed and got even hotter because you didn't think he would say that.
And suddenly the elevator stopped out of nowhere. You grabbed his arm when you almost fell and quickly took it back and apologised when u stood still again. "Don't be sorry. I guess we're stuck here now. But don't worry I'll call someone." The way he was so calm and easy going turned you on so much. You wished you could just take him right here and now. Cuz you needed him so badly.
"Are you a student of mine?" He asked after he was done calling for help. He knew you were a student of his but he didn't wanna sound like a creep and make you uncomfortable. He also just didn't want to stand in silence the whole time. "Oh uh yes I am" you smiled and he smiled aswell. "Do you like the course?" He asked. "Yes it's actually one of my favourites. I love going to your class. You explain everything so well." He smirked a little and said "I bet you say this to all your professors." And winked at you. The wetness in your pants grew bigger and your heart raced faster.
"Oh what's your name? It's so rude of me not to ask." He said and you laughed and said your name. "That's a beautiful name." "I bet you say that to all your students." You smiled. "I actually thought of naming my daughter that way" he spoke and now it's confirmed. He really is a dilf. Which made it so much more intimidating for you. A married man is one thing, but a married man with kids? Oh you had no chance. The dissapointment was spread over your face and joel furrowed his brows. "Are you okay?" You snapped out of your thoughts and smiled at him. "Oh yes I'm fine sorry. "What's her name" you asked politely. "Her same is Sarah." He smiled and you smiled aswell. "That's a cute name."
A silence filled the room and suddenly the elevator doors went open. "Oh finally" He said and you sighed. You're happy to not be stuck anymore but at the same time, you were dissapointed that your little moment with your professor ended. The elevator stopped halfway so you had to climb up to the floor to get out of there. The man on the other side told you to grab his hand but you struggled. You looked at joel with an akward smile and he said "I'll help you, don't worry."
You gasped when you felt his hands on your thighs. It sent a spark to your core and blood rushed to your cheeks. He was so strong which made him even hotter which you didn't even know was possible.
You both got out of the elevator and went to the class. He opened the door for you and you looked for your friend. When you finally saw her, you smiled. But her eyes were wide and she was staring at your outfit. You sat next to her and she asked where you were. "Oh I was stuck in the elevator with Mr Miller." You casually said and she giggled. "You were stuck? In the elevator? With your crush?" She said and you nodded and blushed again.
"Sorry I was late. I was stuck in the elavator" joel said into his mic and smiled at you. You couldn't concentrate for the rest of the lecture. You kept thinking about his thick fingers grabbing your thighs." It was the first time that you were not paying attention in his class. Well at least not on the subject.
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Weeks had passed, and you found yourself lingering after class more often than necessary. At first, it was subtle,an extra question here, a slight delay in gathering your things there. But soon, it became deliberate. The way you stole glances at him from across the room, the way your fingers grazed his desk when you spoke to him, the way you shifted in your seat when he was lecturing.
And you noticed something else, too. He was looking.
He was careful,but his eyes betrayed him. They flickered down your legs when you crossed them, lingered a fraction too long when your blouse dipped just slightly. It made something burn in your lower stomach, knowing that your presence affected him.
So you got bolder. Wearing miniskirts, fitted tops, lingering touches. Each time, his restraint was evident, his jaw tight, his voice even. But then you noticed the big bulge in his pants and it made your mouth water.
And it was that thought that propelled you to his office that afternoon. Your heart pounded in your chest, though you wouldnât dare let it show. You knocked lightly, already knowing he was inside.
âCome in,â his voice rumbled through the door.
You stepped in, the door shutting behind you with a soft click. He looked up from his desk, and for a brief moment, he seemed almost caught off guard. His gaze swept over you, your short skirt, the backless top revealing smooth skin, the lack of straps on your shoulders and most of all, your hardend nipples. You could've used some nipple covers to wear but gathered i'd be more fun this way.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. âUhâhey,â he said, clearing his throat. âSit down, please.â
You did as he asked, slowly crossing one leg over the other as you settled into the chair. His eyes darted downward before he forced them back up, and you bit back a smirk.
âI just had a few things I wanted to go over,â you started, keeping your tone light, innocent. As if you didnât notice the way his fingers twitched on the desk, the way his shoulders tensed.
âYeah?â he leaned back, but the movement felt more like a defense mechanism than anything else.
You nodded, tilting your head slightly. âJust some things about the last assignment.â
He exhaled sharply, nodding as he grabbed a penâsomething to do with his hands, something to focus on that wasnât you. âAlright. Whatâs confusing you?â
You leaned forward slightly, closing the space between you. âWell, I was thinkingâŚâ
And as you spoke, you could feel the tension tighten, coil, waiting for somethingâanythingâto snap.
When the discussion about school finally came to an end, you stood from your seat, smoothing your skirt as you reached for the door handle. Joel stood as well, guiding you toward the exit, his presence towering behind you. Just as your fingers curled around the handle, his voice stopped you.
âWait.â
The word was sharp, almost involuntary, and you turned your head slightly, catching the conflicted expression on his face. His jaw clenched, eyes dark, as if waging an internal war with himself. He cursed under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck before finally exhaling a breath that seemed to carry every ounce of restraint he had left.
âI canâtââ he started, then shook his head. âI shouldnâtââ
But then he looked at you again, really looked at you, and something in him snapped.
Before you could respond, he reached for you, one hand wrapping around your waist as the other cradled your jaw. And then his lips were on yoursâhot, urgent, desperate. The kiss stole the breath from your lungs, the heat of it searing into your skin as you melted into him.
You barely had a moment to react before he lifted you, guiding you onto his desk with ease. His hands splayed over your thighs, fingers pressing into your skin as he slotted himself between your legs, deepening the kiss with a hunger that had clearly been building for far too long.
The papers on his desk crumpled beneath you, forgotten, as his hands roamed and explored every inch of you.
âAre you sure about this, sweetheart?â
Joelâs voice was low, thick with restraint as he hovered over you, his rough hands brushing along the hem of your skirt. His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable, something dangerous. You didnât hesitate, didnât second-guess itâyou just nodded.
âYes, Professor.â
That title alone made his breath hitch. His fingers curled around the fabric of your skirt, slowly pushing it up until he could see the lacy pink panties youâd worn just for him. A little bow sat at the waistband, an innocent contrast to the filthy thoughts running through his mind.
His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he let out a quiet chuckle. âWell, ainât that just the cutest thing.â
Heat bloomed in your cheeks, but you didnât look away. Instead, you met his gaze with a slow, teasing smile. He dragged his calloused fingers up your inner thighs, watching your body react under his touch, watching the way your breath hitched as he finally pulled the thin fabric down your legs.
He licked his fingers and you stopped him. His brows furrowed as he looked up at you, confused.
âThereâs no need for that, Professor,â you said, voice sultry and dripping with need. âIâve been wet since the day I met you.â
Joel let out a low groan, shaking his head as he chuckled. âFuck, darlinâ, youâre gonna be the death of me.â
His fingers lowered, trailing through your slick heat, feeling just how ready you were for him. The moment he pushed a finger inside, your body clenched around him, making him curse under his breath.
âYeah, youâre right, sweetheart. You are very wet for me.â His voice was deep, wrecked with desire. âSuch a naughty girl.â
A desperate whimper left your lips, your back arching as he curled his thick finger inside you. âHmm, Professor⌠feels so goodâŚâ
Joel groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you still. âGosh, I love when you call me that.â
He pushed another finger inâthis time, the one with his ring on it. The cool metal pressed against your warm, sensitive clit, making you shudder from the contrast in temperature. The thought of him touching you like this, fingers deep inside you while that simple wedding band glinted under the dim light, sent a rush of pleasure through you.
You shouldnât be doing this. You shouldnât be spread out for your hot, married professor, letting him fuck you with his fingers on his desk, but God, it felt too damn good.
And the way he was looking at youâlike he was absolutely wrecked, like he couldnât get enoughâmade it impossible to stop.
His fingers moved faster, curling inside you, dragging against that sweet spot with perfect precision. The wet sounds filled the office, obscene and sinful, but neither of you cared. If anything, it made him work you even harder, his wrist flexing, his palm pressing against your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Your stomach twisted, pleasure winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap. You could barely breathe, barely form a coherent thought, just a trembling mess beneath his skilled hands.
âP-p-professor, I-Iâm gonnaââ
Your body seized up as the orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your nails dug into his arm, desperate to ground yourself as your release gushed out, soaking his hand, his wrist, even splattering onto his shirt. Your vision blurred as you cried out, thighs shaking violently, every nerve in your body set ablaze.
Joel groaned, voice low and wrecked, watching with fascination as you came completely undone. âHoly shit.â
His fingers didnât stop, not even as your body convulsed and twitched from overstimulation. If anything, it made him move slower, more deliberate, dragging out every last wave of pleasure until you were nothing more than a trembling, panting mess on his desk. He loved it. Loved seeing you fall apart beneath him from just his fingers.
By the time he finally pulled out, you gasped at the sudden emptiness, your walls fluttering around nothing. The loss of contact sent a shiver through you, and you collapsed against his desk, completely spent.
The only sound in the room was the heavy rise and fall of both your breaths. The air was thick, humid with sex.
A few seconds passed before you finally sat up, still trying to gather your senses. Your voice was weak, hoarse when you muttered, âFuck⌠that was my first timeââ
Joelâs body tensed. His head snapped up, his dark eyes wide with panic. âThis was your first time??â His voice cracked, full of disbelief and something close to fear.
You blinked at him, then let out a breathless laugh. âOh my God, no,â you said, still catching your breath. âI was gonna say⌠itâs the first time Iâve ever orgasmed.â
Joelâs tense shoulders immediately dropped, and he let out a deep, relieved chuckle. His head fell back for a moment as he ran a hand over his face. âJesus Christ, darlinâ, you scared the hell outta me.â
You smirked, tilting your head at him, amused by his reaction. âDidnât mean to give you a heart attack, Professor.â
He exhaled sharply, shaking his head before giving you a knowing look. âGuess those college boys ainât doinâ it for ya, huh?â
Your cheeks burned, but you bit your lip and shook your head. âNot even close.â
Joelâs lips curled up into a cocky little smirk, his eyes still dark with lingering desire. You could see it,he wanted more. He wanted to push you down onto that desk, spread you open, and take you apart all over again.
Your hands moved without thinking, trailing down his chest, over the fabric of his shirt, until they reached the thick outline of his cock straining against his jeans. He was still painfully hard. You pressed your palm against him, feeling the heat of it through the denim, watching the way his jaw clenched, his body tensing beneath your touch.
Encouraged by his reaction, you reached for his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. But before you could undo it, his large, calloused hand wrapped around your wrist, stopping you.
âUhm⌠we shouldnât do that,â he muttered, his voice suddenly hesitant.
You blinked, confused. âWhy?â
Joel sighed, rubbing his free hand over his scruffy jaw. His voice was quieter now, almost like he was reminding himself as much as he was telling you. âIâm married. And Iâm your professor.â
You scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. âYou sure as hell didnât care when your ring was rubbinâ my clit.â
Joel flinched, his expression twisting into something conflicted. You could see it, the guilt creeping in, the weight of reality slamming back into him.
But it was too late for that.
Your chest tightened, a strange mix of anger and disappointment bubbling inside you. Just minutes ago, he was inside you, whispering dirty little praises in that deep Texas drawl, making you feel things you never thought possible. And now he was pulling away, acting like he suddenly had morals?
âFuckinâ coward,â you muttered under your breath.
You yanked your wrist from his grip and slid off the desk, legs still shaky. Your panties were somewhere on the floor, but you didnât bother looking for them. Instead, you grabbed your skirt, tugging it back into place with shaky hands.
Joel didnât say anything. He just stood there, stiff and silent, watching you with a guilty look in his eyes.
You swallowed the lump in your throat before turning toward the door. âYâknow what, Professor?â you said bitterly, glancing at him one last time. âI hope she doesnât fuck you either.â
And with that, you stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind you.
Joel exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face as he leaned back against his desk. His cock was still rock hard, his fingers still coated with your wetness, his shirt still stained with your release.
He should feel ashamed. He should feel regret.
But all he could think about was how badly he wanted to pull you back into his office and fuck you until you forgot your own damn name.
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How the Unsub Stole Christmas â
A Holiday to Remember: part 2
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In which the BAU's holiday getaway takes a dark turn when a family is found murdered on Christmas, forcing the team to investigate while reader struggles with painful memories of her past and her growing, unspoken feelings for Spencer Reid.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader Genre: crime, angst, smut (18+), fluff, found family Content warnings: graphic cm case descriptions!!, mentions of shitty childhood, reader getting in some unsub trouble, oral (f receiving), p in v sex. Word count: 9k 𫣠i swear it reads really fast A/n: read part 1 first! writing this story genuinely brought me so much joy, and i hope you will experience the same while reading this. this will be my last fic for the year 2024, so thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the support, i can't wait to see what the new year will bring for this blog. don't forget to interact with this post if you've enjoyed! đđ¤ dividers by @issysh3ll
It shouldnât have surprised you that youâd be called out for another case. Still, the disappointment lingered thick in the air.
âIt was fun while it lasted,â Garcia murmured softly, her tone sad. JJ wrapped an arm around her, bringing her in for a side hug. âDonât worry,â she reassured gently. âThe trip isnât over yet.â
Penelope seemed satisfied enough with that answer, but then spoke up again. âI donât want to stay here on my own. Itâs spooky knowing someone got murdered just miles away.â
âYou can come with us to the station. Rossi, Morgan, Prentiss and Y/L/N, youâll head to the crime scene. A deputy will be waiting for you there.â Hotch instructed.Â
You exhaled softly and gave a brief nod. Spencer glanced over at you, his eyes filled with that quiet empathy youâd come to recognize over the years.
âGood luck,â he said, his voice low but sincere.
âThanks,â you replied, your words equally soft. âYou too.â
Half an hour later, you arrived at the crime scene. The neighborhood was so small it hardly felt like oneâjust a handful of houses scattered across large, snow-dusted plots of land. It looked peaceful, almost idyllic, as if nothing could ever disturb the calm. The street was adorned with Christmas lights and festive decorations. The only thing slightly out of place was a crack in the bench beside one of the houses. Otherwise, the neighborhood looked like it had stepped right out of a holiday card.
As you stepped out of the car, you noticed the few neighbors who hadnât yet been driven inside by the cold. They stood in clusters in front of their homes, bundled up in scarves and coats, watching the scene unfold with cautious curiosity.
You looked over at Prentiss. âWe should start doing some interviewsâmaybe send a few of them over to the station.â
She nodded, her expression focused. âGot it.â Without another word, she made her way toward them.
You followed Rossi and Derek toward the red wooden house, where the Deputy awaited by the front door. He looked youngâprobably around your age.Â
Rossi introduced you to Deputy Wilson. Wilson gave a sheepish smile, âSorry itâs just me. Almost the whole department is unavailable because of the holidays.â
âConvenient timing for a murder,â you mused.
âThe sceneâs been left as it was when we found it,â Wilson continued. âThe back doorâs been forced open, and you can see boot prints in the snow leading to the backyard.â
Morgan immediately stepped forward. âIâll get a shot of those prints for Garcia,â he said, already heading toward the backyard.
Wilson looked at you and Rossi. âYou want to take a look inside?â
You paused before heading in, shaking the snow from your boots and making sure not to use the doormatâthe one engraved with the names of the family members. It felt wrong, almost disrespectful, to dirty the only thing that might be left of them.Â
You took in a sharp breath as you entered the house. Your gaze was first taken by the large Christmas tree standing in the corner of the living room, decorated in red and gold. But then you noticed the bloody mess underneath it. Four bodiesâtwo adults and two childrenâlay scattered on the floor, broken Christmas ornaments surrounding them, as though the killer had dropped them carelessly after his violent act. The mother and father were draped over each other, their throats slit cleanly. The teenage daughter, too, had her throat cut, but her body was twisted in a way that didnât seem accidental. The small boyâno older than tenâwas slumped between them, his face frozen in an expression of terror, a look that would haunt you for days.
The scene before you was a sickening parody of a perfect Christmas. But the most disturbing part wasnât the carnageâit was their faces. Each of them wore a grotesque, unnerving smile, painted onto their lips in blood. It was a mockery of joy, an image of happiness forced onto the dead.
You felt a wave of nausea rise in your throat and turned away, needing a moment to breathe. It was then that you noticed the walls, once filled with smiling family photos were now smeared with blood. Shattered frames lay scattered on the floor, as if the killer had intentionally destroyed the familyâs history, piece by piece.Â
Rossi spoke first. âThe unsub who stole Christmas,â he mused, his tone almost playful despite the grim reality.
You gave a sharp exhale, a brief scoff escaping your lips. âYeah, you could say that.â
You put on your gloves and picked up a shattered picture frame from the floor. You handed it to Rossi without a word. He took it, studying it for a moment before speaking again. âOne thingâs for sureâthis wasnât just a murder. This is deeply personal.â
You nodded, scanning the room. The starkness of the crime scene was still sinking in, but your mind was already running through the facts. âThe execution was meticulous,â you murmured, your gaze flickering over the room, âbut the aftermath... messy. The unsub rushed out of hereâdidnât even bother closing the back door behind him, and those footprints? Almost like he didnât care at all about leaving evidence. We might even get lucky and find DNA on the bodies.â
Rossi considered it. âIt could be that he was in a hurry. In a small neighborhood like this, people will notice anything out of the ordinary. He probably knew he had to move fast.â
You hummed in return. âIt still doesnât add up. You canât plan a murder with this much detail and then completely overlook how to cover your tracks afterward.â
You took another slow turn around the room, examining the details. Every piece seemed to add to the strange puzzle, but none of it fit together. As you passed the fireplace, something caught your eye: a piece of paper tucked into one of the stockings. You reached for it carefully, your fingers brushing the corner stained with blood.
You unfolded it with precision, revealing the scrawled words in black ink. The sentence was short and written in Latin, a language you hadnât encountered in years. You stared at it, furrowing your brow as you tried to make sense of it.
âYou wouldnât happen to know Latin, would you?â You asked Rossi, half-joking, though the seriousness in your voice remained.
Rossi looked up, his expression a mix of confusion and dry humor. âDoes it look like I know Latin?â
You smiled, already pulling your phone out of your pocket and speed dialing Spencer. As the phone rang, you turned your attention back to the paper, the blood spatter still making your stomach turn.
âHey,â you breathed out as he picked up the phone after the second ring.
âHey,â Spencer replied. âAre you okay?â His voice was soft with concern, your single syllable being enough for him to decipher how you feel.
You glanced over your shoulder at the murdered family, swallowing hard before turning away. âI will be,â you responded. Once that fucker is behind bars.
You straightened, pushing the thoughts away, and focused on the task at hand. âIâve just found a piece of paper at the crime scene. Itâs a text written in Latin. I figured itâd be quicker to ask you than wait for Garcia to look it up.â
Spencer hummed in acknowledgment. âGood call. What does it say?â
You glanced at the paper again, stumbling slightly over the unfamiliar words. âNunc sciunt te perfectum non esse.â
There was a beat of silence on the other end of the line before Spencer spoke, his voice calm but precise. âNunc sciunt te perfectum non esse. âNow they know youâre not perfect.ââ His perfect Latin pronunciation made you wince at how poorly youâd read it.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? A taunt?â
Spencerâs voice was thoughtful. âSounds like heâs trying to prove something. Itâs definitely personal.â
You exchanged a look with Rossi, who was standing nearby, holding the broken picture frame. âYeah, thatâs what weâve been thinking. Whoever this unsub is, he knows the Reynolds family intimately.â
âGarciaâs already digging into the familyâs background,â Spencer replied without missing a beat, already a step ahead.
âGood,â you muttered, relief washing over you for a moment. âHow are things going over there?â
âJJâs been trying to reach family, but they donât live nearby,â Spencer answered. âA snowstorm hit. Iâve been tracking the meteorological data, and the chances of them making it are close to zero.âÂ
You nodded, a dull ache settling in your chest. âWell, Iâm going to keep looking around here. The bodies will be picked up soon to go to the lab, and then Iâll be heading over to the station.â
âAlright,â Spencer replied, his tone warmer now. âIâll see you there. Be careful.â
âAlways am,â you said, offering a small smile even though he couldnât see it.
The words on the note kept drifting through your mind. Maybe it was the sentiment that came with Christmasâor maybe it was the fact that, up until now, you were having a perfect holiday, something you never thought youâd get to experienceâthat made the scene remind you of your childhood. How everything looked so joyous from the outside, especially during the holidays. But if you looked closely, youâd see the cracks. The ornaments on the tree, hastily glued together, their edges jagged and uneven. The hole in the wall, cleverly concealed behind your stocking.Â
You were probably overthinking it. After all, it wasnât the family that was broken like yours wasâit was the unsub who had shattered their picture-perfect life.
Rossiâs voice broke through your thoughts. âYou okay, kid?â
You blinked, pulling yourself out of the past and into the present. âYeah, Iâm fine. Letâs get out of here.â
You and Rossi walked into the secluded room the Sheriff had arranged for the team, exchanging your findings with Morgan and Prentiss along the way. Youâd made a quick stop at a Chinese takeaway to grab food for everyone, knowing the team needed fuel for the long hours ahead.
The rest of the team was already seated around the table, and Reid was in the middle of showing Hotch something on the map of the neighborhood.
âOh, you guys are the best!â Penelope sighed, her voice full of appreciation as she caught sight of the plastic bags you were carrying.
âWe couldnât leave you to go hungry,â Emily responded with a grin.
You took a seat closest to where Spencer was standing, and he naturally slid into the chair beside you. You reached into the bag and pulled out the only plastic fork, knowing heâd struggle with chopsticks. He flashed you a grateful, closed-lip smile as he took it from you.
Once everyone had filled their plates, the conversation turned back to the case.
âGarcia dug up some useful info,â JJ began. âStephen Reynolds owned a construction company thatâs on the verge of going bankrupt. Itâs possible the unsub was an employee who got firedâor was cut loose because the company couldnât afford him anymore.â
âIt seems like the whole family was targeted,â you added, leaning forward. âThe note was left in one of the childrenâs stockings. It doesnât feel like the murder was just directed at Stephen.â
âThatâs why we need to find out more about the Reynolds family outside of their neighborhood,â Hotch said. âThe employees at the construction company could have insight. Itâs clear the neighbors arenât going to give us much.â
Rossiâs eyes narrowed, a skeptical look on his face. âDid they really not give you anything? The neighbors, I mean.â
Prentiss shook her head. âNothing useful. They kept insisting that the Reynoldsâs were a perfect family. They even seemed offended when I pressed for more.â
âThat doesnât sit right. The note specifically mentioned how the Reynoldsâs are not perfect.â Rossi replied.Â
âI gotta give it to them, though,â Garcia chimed in. âThe Reynoldsâs are model citizens. The parents were both heavily involved in charity, and the kids have won multiple prizes in spelling bees and other competitions.â
âHas anything bad ever happened in that neighborhood?â Morgan asked, clearly skeptical about the idea of perfection.
Penelope clicked away on her laptop. âWell, there was a fire in one of the houses about ten years ago, because of damaged Christmas lights.â She made a sad face as she continued searching. âOh, and a cat got stuck in a tree once⌠didnât make it.â
âWhat happened to the family in the house?â Spencer asked.
Penelopeâs fingers paused over the keys. âUh, let me see⌠The Eriksens died from smoke inhalation. Oh⌠this is sad. They left a child, Christopher Eriksen. He was put into foster care when he was just eight.â
âDid the Reynoldsâs live there when that happened?â JJ asked.
âYeah, they did. Actually, they organized a fundraiser to build a bench with the parentsâ names engraved on it, in their memory.â
You felt your pulse quicken at the mention of the bench. Something about it seemed strangely familiar, but you couldnât trust your mind right nowânot with everything still scattered from the case, and the ghosts of your past tugging at the edges of your thoughts.
You could feel Spencerâs gaze on you, but you decided to ignore it, keeping your focus on Hotch as he spoke up.Â
âItâs best if we head back to the cabin to rest up,â he said. âTomorrowâs going to be a long day, and the stationâs closing tonight so everyone can spend time with their families.â
Everyone nodded in agreement, the relief of getting some rest evident on their faces. But as the team began gathering their things, you couldnât shake the feeling of unease that had settled in your chest. You hated the idea of putting the case on hold, even if it was just for the night. The face of that little boy kept haunting your thoughts, his wide eyes silently pleading for answers, for peace. You couldnât help but feel like you were letting him down.
Spencerâs hand snakes up on your shoulder, his warm hold holding you in place. His lips barely moved as he mouthed, âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing,â you whispered, shaking your head.
The entire car ride had been silent. Spencerâs gaze would occasionally flicker over to you in the backseat, but you kept your eyes fixated on the road, watching the scenery blur past.
The silence stretched on as you said your goodnights to the rest of the team and walked toward your shared room with Spencer. As you both got ready for bed, there was an unspoken tension hanging in the air. Now, lying in the king-sized bed, you both stared up at the ceiling, the quiet stillness between you thick with unspoken words.
âWhen are we finally going to talk about whatâs wrong?â Spencerâs voice broke the silence, careful but insistent.
You stayed quiet for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. âNothingâs wrong,â you replied, your words coming out a little too quickly.
âThereâs obviously something wrong,â he pressed gently. âYou know you can talk to me, right?â
âI know,â you answered, your voice softer now, more honest. Usually, Spencer never had to press. There was something about himâsomething warm and patientâthat made it easy to open up, to share your thoughts without fear of judgment. But this time, it felt different. It wasnât just the case. It felt personal, something you couldnât fully explain.
âI donât know whatâs wrong,â you said, thinking aloud. âItâs just⌠somethingâs off. And I donât know if itâs just me.â
âWhat do you feel?â His question was quiet, but his concern was clear.
You hesitated. âIt sounds stupid,â you muttered, brushing it off.
âNothing you could say would sound stupid to me.â His words, soft and sincere, made your chest tighten with warmth. You turned your head to look at him, noticing the closeness between you, the way his gaze lingered on you.
âYou thought it was stupid that I shower at 115 degrees,â you said with a playful smile.
Spencer let out a soft chuckle, the tension easing just a little. âI donât think itâs stupid that you like it,â he said, his voice gentle. âI just think itâs stupid that youâd risk hurting yourself over it.â
His eyes warmly looked at you. One hand rested underneath his pillow as he lay on his side. You turned toward him, mirroring his position.
"Iâm really struggling with this case," you softly admitted, trying to keep eye contact, though your gaze flickered down, betraying the weight of your words.
âWas it hard seeing the crime scene?â
"Yeah," you choked out, your throat tight. You blinked quickly to try to stop the tears that threatened to spill. âIt was... it was horrible.â
His hand reached out to gently rub your bare arm under the blanket. "Itâs completely normal to feel affected by what you saw," he began, his voice steady but laced with the kind of empathy that only someone like him could offer. "Witnessing something as violent and horrific as the bodies of two childrenâitâs traumatic. The brain processes trauma in complex ways, especially when it involves young victims. According to studies in neuropsychology, traumatic experiences, particularly those involving children, can cause the brain to release a surge of stress hormones like cortisol and adrenaline. This flood of chemicals can lead to acute emotional responses, such as anxiety and flashbacks.â
âIâve been experiencing flashbacks,â you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. You met his gaze, looking for reassurance, and he gave you the space to speak, waiting patiently. âIt actually started earlier today, when we arrived at the cabin. Iâve never experienced a Christmas like this, you know, the kind that feels warm and joyful. I- I donât know if Iâm making connections that arenât there, but the feeling I had in that house was the same feeling I used to get when I was growing up.â
He tilted his head. "What feeling?"
â...Jealousy.â
His eyebrows knitted. âJealousy?â
You nodded, swallowing hard, gathering your thoughts. âYou could feel so much rage in there. Everything that made the home feel homeyâthat warmth, that loveâwas completely shattered. The way the unsub positioned the family members under the Christmas tree, the way the note was tucked into the stocking⌠Thereâs a reason for it. Christmas represents this idealized view of perfection. I donât think the message was to prove that the company going bankrupt is some sort of imperfection in the familyâs picture-perfect life. No, it feels like the unsub was jealous of their happiness. Of the fact that they had a family who seemed perfectâsomething he never had. He wanted to destroy it. To ruin their happiness. He could never have it, so he shattered the illusion of perfection entirely.â
Spencer was quiet for a moment, processing your words. âSo you think the Reynoldsâs were targeted as surrogates?â
âI guess so. But you donât just stumble across a neighborhood as desolate as theirs.â you responded.
âIt could still be one of the employees of the construction company. If Stephen bragged about his perfect family to the wrong person, it could have triggered something.â
You hummed in agreement, but Spencer could see there was more on your mind. He raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
âAs I got older, I learned that blaming others wasnât going to make me feel any better about my situation. Itâs like the unsub hasnât realized that yet. The way he executed this crimeâitâs almost like a child throwing a tantrum. He was so meticulous in setting everything up, and then once he got what he wanted, he just⌠walked away. There was no care for the aftermath, no consideration of what would happen afterward.â
âDo you think the unsub could still be a child?â he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
Your mind clicked, and for the first time, the puzzle pieces seemed to fit together. âHow old was the kid when he was put into foster care?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
âEight. Why?â Spencer's confusion was evident.
âItâs been ten years since that house caught fire. That would make him eighteen now, andâ"
Spencerâs eyes widened as realization struck. âAnd that he just got out of foster care.â
"Exactly," you said, rolling out of bed and storming downstairs.
âHey! Where are you going?â Spencer called after you, quickly grabbing his cardigan from the chair in the corner of the room before hurrying to catch up.
âBe quiet, I donât want to wake anyone.â You instructed, feeling Spencerâs presence behind you as you moved toward the kitchen.
âWhat are you doing?â he hissed in a whisper as you opened Garciaâs laptop on the table. You didnât respond, your fingers already flying over the keys as you settled into a chair.
Spencer huffed, knowing full well there was no stopping you once your mind was set. He hovered behind you, draping the cardigan over your shoulders. âIâm not covering for you if Garcia finds out,â he warned, glancing over your shoulder at the screen.
âThatâs fine. I know exactly what to say to win her over,â you said nonchalantly, clicking away. In your mind, the image of Spencer in the shower was still vividâa story you could easily use to distract Penelope if it came to that.
You paused, your heart skipping a beat as you found the file. âHere it is,â you muttered, eyes scanning the information on Christopher Eriksen. You clicked to open it fully, Spencer already reading ahead of you.
âThey found bruises all over his body when he was put into foster care,â he read aloud, his voice tense as the words sank in.
You leaned forward, your breath catching. âThis is it,â you murmured. âHis parentsâ they mustâve bought into that âperfect familyâ image of the neighborhood, but behind closed doors, they were hiding this. Can you imagine what it mustâve been like for him? Everyone thinking his parents were saints, while they were hurting him? All the while, theyâre the ones who get a memorial bench, their lives celebrated while they tortured him.â
âIt was on Christmas that he was put into foster care. Now, itâs the first Christmas since heâs been out. It makes sense to go back to the place where it all started,â Spencer concluded.
âI need to go there,â you said urgently, slamming the laptop shut.
âHave you lost your mind?!â Spencer asked, bewildered. He immediately followed you as you rushed to the door, still in your pajamas. âYouâre not seriously planning on going out like that?â
âItâs just a quick peek. I need to see if I was right about the bench,â you said, almost to yourself, already focused on the task ahead. You didnât even glance behind you as you pulled on your shoes and yanked open the front door, wrapping Spencerâs cardigan tighter around yourself to ward off the cold.
In moments like these, Spencer knew exactly who had trained you. You were unmistakably like Gideonâdetermined, single-minded, and often impulsive once your mind was set. And that, in turn, always left Spencer in a state of mild panic.
âYou canât drive at night,â he said, his voice rising with concern as he followed you into the snow-covered yard. âYou have nyctalopia!â
You didnât stop, your focus unwavering. âYou should take night-blindness seriously, it takes forever for your pupils to dilate, and by that time, youâve already missed the stop sign or, I donât know, hit a pothole or something. Your contrast sensitivity goes down, so objects blend into the background, andâdid I mention the glare from headlights? Because thatâs a huge problem, and it makes it worse! Youâre already having trouble seeing, and now the glare from every car that passes is just blinding you. It's like trying to navigate in a fog, but itâs just light fog, whichâokay, thatâs a really bad analogy, but you get the point!â
His words fell into the background as you continued walking, your mind fully occupied with proving your theory. The case had been driving you mad. If you could just confirm that the bench was brokenâthat Christopher was the one whoâd done it in a moment of angerâeverything would click. The case would be solved. Youâd give the Reynolds family peace. And, selfishly, youâd give yourself peace.
âPlease,â Spencer begged, now standing in front of the car door, blocking your path. âIf youâre going, at least let me drive.â
His comment made you halt in front of the car. âYou hate driving,â you pointed out.
âIâd rather be uncomfortable for a few minutes than risk something happening to you,â he admitted.
You stared at him, feeling a surge of gratitude for how much he cared, how he believed your theory and was willing to go along with you.Â
You reached out and took his hands. It was a gesture he rarely tolerated from anyone, but youâd learned over the years that Spencer appreciated it when it came from you. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. âThanks, Spence,â you said softly, the words simple but your voice full of appreciation.
He swallowed, his eyes softening as he nodded. âWeâll just take a quick look, right?â
âI swear,â you promised, a reassuring smile tugging at your lips. âJust a quick look.â
He sighed, still clearly uneasy but unwilling to argue. You handed him the car keys and moved to the passenger side, sliding into the seat.Â
âââââ
Spencer slowed the car as you neared the familiar area, the headlights casting long shadows over the snowy driveway.
"Letâs stop the car here," you suggested. The thought crossed your mind just in timeâit would be very inappropriate to drive into a quiet neighborhood with an unknown car at this hour, especially after a murder had taken place.
You and Spencer stepped out of the car, the cold biting at your skin as you walked side by side. You stayed close to him, partly to keep warm, partly to follow his tracks through the snow, the dark pressing in around you. The Christmas lights that had lit up the neighborhood earlier were now off, leaving everything shrouded in an eerie quiet.
You made your way to the bench. Your hand skimmed over the smooth wood, lingering on the top right corner where you felt a distinct breakâsomething sharp and jagged where a piece had clearly been broken off. You exhaled in relief. You were right.
Spencerâs hand shot out to gently grab your wrist, his fingers warm against the cold night air. "Careful," he said, his voice low but insistent. "You donât want splinters. Stay here, Iâll grab a flashlight from the car."
You nodded, watching as his footsteps faded into the distance, swallowed by the thick darkness around you.
Alone now, you scanned the area. Everything was still and silent, save for the occasional crunch of snow beneath your feet. Your eyes were drawn to a dim light flickering from inside the rebuilt house where the Eriksens used to live, just past the bench. Curiosity nudged you forward, and before you could second-guess yourself, your feet were already moving toward the light.
You crept closer to the window, standing on your toes to peer inside. The house was barely furnished, still very much in the process of being worked on before it could be sold. You pressed your hands against the cold glass, forming makeshift goggles with your fingers, your face just inches away from the window as you tried to get a better look.
A sudden pressure on your stomach snapped you out of your thoughts. Before you could react, an arm tightened around your waist, yanking you away from the glass. For a brief moment you thought Spencer was playing some kind of prank, trying to startle youâbut the movement was so fast and forceful, you knew Spencer would never grab you that aggressively.
Your gasp caught in your throat, immediately silenced as a cold, rough hand clamped over your mouth. Panic surged, but your body went stiff when the sharp edge of a knife pressed to your throat. You didnât need any further confirmation that this was the unsub.
"I donât know who you are," the voice rasped, low and dangerous, his breath hot and heavy in your ear. "But you shouldnât have shown up here."
The tension in his voice was unmistakable. You could feel his rage, his plan disrupted by your unexpected presence. Every instinct screamed at you to fight back, but you remained frozen, knowing that one wrong move could end it all.
âI didnât plan on killing anyone innocent, but youâve put yourself in this situation,â he spat, his grip tightening on the knife.
In that fleeting moment, you made a decision. Taking a leap of faith, you sank your teeth into the soft flesh of his palm. The sudden bite startled him, and by sheer luck, he loosened his grip on the weapon.
âChristopher!â You shouted, the name ringing out with urgency.
It was enough to catch him off guard. In that instant, you turned, quickly positioning yourself with a better angle. He was taller than youâstill, just a boy, consumed by something far beyond his control. His pain was evident, lurking beneath the fury in his eyes. You knew this wasnât what he wanted.Â
âWho are you?â His voice was strained, the words gripping with suspicion and confusion.
âIâm here to help you,â you said sincerely, keeping your voice steady.
âNo, youâre not,â he denied.
âI swear I am. I know what happened to you. I know what your parents did to you.â
Without warning, he shoved you hard against the house. Your head slammed into the window, a sharp pain exploding in your skull. âYou donât know anything!â he screamed.
âI do, Christopher. I do!â The words came from a place of desperation, your breath ragged. âI understand. I know how much this eats at you, how alone you feel because youâre the only one who knows the truth. But it doesnât have to be like this. You donât have to hurt anyone else. The truth will come out. People will know what your parents did, what really happened here. Youâll get what you want, the world will see that theyâre not perfect.â
For a split second, something flickered in his eyesâsomething soft, vulnerable.Â
âThey all knew what happened!â He said in anger, pointing at the houses surrounding you. âThey all knew and no one said anything!â He shook his head, âIâll never get what I want. Itâs too late for that.â he muttered bitterly.
Despite his words, you felt a flicker of hope. He was talking. He was listening. That had to count for something.
âItâs not too late, Christopher,â you said, your voice gentle but firm. âI thought the same thing once. But family⌠family isnât just the people youâre born to. You can build your own, one that will love you despite everything. Iâve got that family now.â
He swallowed hard, his face momentarily flickering with doubt. âI wish I could believe you,â he said, his voice quiet, tinged with regret.
And then, in a flash, his arm shot out. Instinctively, you braced yourself, squeezing your eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable strike.
As the seconds stretched on, memoriesâboth regrets and cherished momentsâflashed before your eyes, a cruel reminder of everything you had to lose.
But then, a loud thud echoed in the night. Christopher crumpled to the ground, his body going limp. You whipped your head up, heart in throat, and saw Spencer standing behind him, the butt of his gun covered in blood, the impact of the blow knocking Christopher out cold.Â
A shaky breath escaped you, half a sob, half a gasp of relief. You stumbled toward Spencer, your legs nearly giving out as you threw yourself into his arms.Â
âIâm so sorry,â you cried into his chest, voice cracking. âI was so stupid. I shouldnât haveââ
He shushed you softly, brushing a hand through your hair as he held you close. âItâs okay. Youâre safe now,â he murmured, his voice soft and soothing. âIâm here. Youâre safe.â
Twenty minutes later, the team and the police arrived. Spencer had called Hotch the second youâd calmed down enough, and by the time they got there, Christopher was still passed out. The officers dragged him into the back of their car, while JJ and Prentiss took it upon themselves to reassure the neighbors that they had someone in custody.
You knew exactly what was coming when Hotch finally made his way over to you and Spencer, but your head was pounding too much to care.
Hotch scanned the two of you with a sharp, disapproving look. âReally? You went to catch an unsub in your pajamas?â
âThe whole âcatching the unsubâ thing wasnât exactly part of the plan,â you muttered, wincing slightly as the headache flared.
Hotch exhaled sharply, then turned to Spencer, his gaze a little more pointed. âI couldâve expected this from her, but I expected better from you, Reid.â
Spencer shifted uncomfortably, knowing there was no defense. âIâm sorry, sir.â
Hotch gave a sigh in response, his expression softening just a fraction. âIâm too tired to deal with the two of you right now. I expect to see both of you in my office in the morning.â
âActually, I checked all the rooms in the cabin, and thereâs no office. Which is surprising, consideringââ
âSpence,â you interrupted him with a nudge of your elbow.
He shot you a tight-lipped look, turning back to Hotch. âWeâll see you tomorrow.â
âââââ
The second you closed the car door behind you and buckled your seatbelt, you passed out. Youâd always slept best during car rides, and especially now, with your mind much quieter now that Christopher Eriksen wasnât your problem anymore.
When you finally arrived back at the cabin, you were still sound asleep. Derek told Spencer to wake you, but he didnât have it in him. Instead, he carefully made his way to your side of the car, unbuckling your seatbelt. He lifted you into his arms, trying not to huff too loudly as he carried you through the thick snow. He made his way up the stairs quickly, hoping Penelope wouldnât notice the wet tracks from his boots inside the houseâhe couldnât take them off while holding you.
He was glad you were in your pajamas as he gently laid you on the bed. He walked over to the closet, grabbing some extra blankets and draping them over you, hoping it would help you regain some warmth.
Then, he crawled into bed beside you. Closer than he wouldâve dared if you were awake, not quite touching, but close enough to share body heat. His gaze lingered on you, watching how peaceful you looked. The night had been a lot to handle, but he knew heâd do it all again if it meant keeping you safe.
The bright light reflected off the snow outside, filtering into the room. Groaning, you rubbed your eyes, the movement only making your headache worse. You huffed and carefully opened your eyes, being met with the sight of Spencer. His hair was a curly mess, and a small, warm smile painted his face.
âHey, howâs your head?â he asked softly.
The events of last night rushed back to you, and you groaned again. âSo, all of that really happened?â
âIt did,â Spencer confirmed.
âI really hoped I just got drunk on too much GlĂźhwein,â you sighed, wincing at the thought.
âYou can still do that tonight,â he teased.
âNo,â you muttered in disgust. âI need to recover from this first.â
You glanced over at him again, seeing the concern still shining in his eyes.
âIâm sorry for putting you in that situation last night,â you said quietly. âEverything about it was just... stupid.â
âIf you hadnât insisted on going, who knows who else he couldâve hurt,â Spencer pointed out.
âI guess thatâs true.â You thought about it for a second, the weight lifting slightly. âStill, I shouldnât have dragged you into it.â
âIâm glad I went with you,â Spencer said, his voice softening. âIf I hadnât... I donât want to think about what couldâve happened to you. I would never forgive myself if I wouldnât have been there in time.â
You gave a heavy sigh, turning your gaze to the ceiling. âThatâs why itâs probably best we stay friends,â you mumbled, more to yourself than to him. Despite Emilyâs pep talk, this was proof that it wouldnât be wise to start something serious with Spencer.
âFriends instead of what?â Spencer asked, his voice higher, as if eager to hear the answer.
âInstead of us dating,â you said, almost offhandedly, not realizing you were speaking aloud about something youâd never discussed before, even though the topic would come up eventually.
Spencer froze, his eyes wide, hope flickering in them as he looked at you. âYou would date me?â
Your heart skipped a beat. You froze too, catching up with the fact that you had said that out loud. Your cheeks warmed, and you immediately turned your gaze to the ceiling, not daring to look at his expression.
âUhâhypothetically,â you stammered, scrambling to cover your tracks.
âYou would hypothetically date me?â
You swallowed, still too flustered to look at him. âYes. If... you would, I mean. If you wanted that, too...?â
Spencer was silent for a beat, his gaze never leaving you. âDo you really mean that?â
âYes,â you answered, your voice steady despite the racing thoughts in your head.
He slowly moved closer to you, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You flinched back instinctively, and he immediately withdrew his hand, his expression apologetic.
âWhat are you doing?â you asked, your heart beating faster.
âYou said youâd want to date me,â he murmured, his voice unsure.
âYes, butââ you stopped yourself as the realization hit that he was planning to kiss you. âOh.â
Tentatively, you reached out and placed your hand on his cheek. You leaned in a little, but this time it was him who pulled back.
âWhat are you doing?â he asked, his voice breathless.
âKissing you.â
âOh,â he breathed out, his tongue darting over his lips. âOkay.â
You smiled softly, then closed the distance, your lips gently pressing to his.
Spencer hummed in satisfaction, both of you staying like that for a moment, neither of you wanting to pull away. You were the first to break the kiss, catching your breath. If it were up to Spencer, heâd keep his lips on yours forever.
Your eyes fluttered open, faces still inches apart. Spencer cupped your face and pulled you back in, placing several soft pecks on your lips before he leaned on his arm, slightly hovering over you as he deepened the kiss.
You tried to mirror his movements, but a sharp pain shot through your skull. âOuch,â you hissed, pulling back.
âJust lay down, let me take care of you,â Spencer assured, the warmth of his words making your heart flutter. You slowly lower yourself onto your back, the soft sheets crinkling beneath you, and Spencer moves above you, the blankets still covering both of you.
His lips found yours again. He kept them slightly parted, giving you the chance to slide your tongue against his. The world outside seemed to disappear as you melted into each other, lips moving in sync.
The kisses become more heated, each one a little deeper than the last. His hand moved to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek, the other hand resting on your side, his touch sending little sparks of warmth wherever it brushed.
You could feel the heat between you growing. âIâm so warmâŚâ you mumbled against his lips.Â
His eyes darkened slightly. âYeah?â His voice was rough as his fingers lightly trailed over the buttons of your pyjama shirt. âDo you want me to take this off?â
You nodded, and he slowly started undoing each button with purposeful care. His gaze flickering between your eyes and the exposed skin. He let out a moan when your shirt finally fell open, his eyes taking you in.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he breathed out in awe, before pressing his lips to yours again.Â
You responded eagerly, your hands fumbling between your bodies to undo his shirt in the same way. You slid the fabric off his shoulders, letting your hands run over the muscles of his back, feeling the heat of his skin.Â
He gently pressed his body weight down on you, and you shuddered at the feeling of your nipples pressing against his bare chest.
His lips delicately kissed your face, until he reached your ear. He nipped at your lobe, sending a jolt of heat straight to your core. âDo you like that?â he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.
You answered in a soft moan, your body arching into him. He didnât need to ask again; he could tell you were enjoying this as much as he was.
His lips slid lower, kissing and sucking on your neck, while his hand slid down to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, teasing circles.
His mouth moved to your collarbone, and then he teasingly dipped lower.
âGod, Spence,â you softly moaned as he placed a wet kiss on your lower stomach. âThat feels so good.â
His hand, which has been resting on your breast, trails down until it reaches the waistband of your pyjama pants.
âMore, please,â you whimpered, lifting your hips instinctively. His fingers slide around the band as he slowly pulls them down, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.
He lowers himself onto his stomach on the mattress. With a tender touch, he lifts your legs over his shoulders.
âIs this okay?â
For a moment, youâve lost yourself in his gazeâthose warm brown eyes looking up at you, his pink lips swollen from his kissesâŚ
âY-yeah,â you manage to respond, nodding.
You moaned as his mouth made contact with your inner thighs, his tongue warm and wet against your skin. He took his time, kissing his way to the sensitive spot where you needed him most.
âSpencerâŚâ you breathed, your voice shaky with need.
The anticipation was unbearable as his hot breath tickled you, but you didnât have to wait much longer. Slowly, his tongue flicked over your pussy, and you gasped, your body trembling at the touch.
He moaned in response, as if he couldnât get enough of the taste of you, his tongue swirling in soft, teasing motions that had your hips lifting off the bed in search of more.Â
âSo fucking sweet,â he muttered against you, before repeating the motion, licking you again and again, while he grinded himself against the matress.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer, deeper, your body quivering as he continued. He alternated between sucking and licking your clit, his finger moving up and down your pussy until it entered you gently, then slowly adding another, the stretch an overwhelming pleasure.Â
You gasped his name, your body writhing beneath him as the pressure built with every move. âSpencer⌠please, donât stopâŚâ you begged, voice thick with need.
His fingers curled inside you, pressing just the right spot as his tongue continued swirling around you. Your legs started trembling as you reached the edge.
âIâmââ you gasped, but the words dissolved into a string of moans as the wave of pleasure crashed over you. Your legs were shaking as you came undone, clenching around his fingers, your hips bucking against his mouth.Â
Spencer didnât stop, though. He kept going at a gentle pace, letting you ride out the intensity of your orgasm. Then, he slowly pulled away, his lips glistening as he looked up at you, eyes wide and full of wonder.Â
âWas that good?â he asked softly, licking his lips.Â
You laughed breathlessly as you nodded, your chest still rising and falling rapidly. âCome here,â you whispered seductively, pulling him in by the back of his neck to kiss him. You could taste yourself on his lips, which only added to your arousal.
Spencerâs eyes darkened with desire, his forehead pressed to yours. âI need you. I need to be inside of you.â
You nodded, moving your hand down his body, feeling the hardness of him against your palm. He helped you pull his pants down, and you stroked him gently, feeling him twitch in your hand before guiding him toward your entrance. He let out a low groan, his eyes never leaving yours as he slowly pushed into you.
âFuck, you feel so good,â he moaned, his hips stuttering as he filled you completely. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his thrusts grew deeper, more urgent.
You could feel every inch of him, every movement as his cock repeatedly hit those places inside that made your head spin. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, your moans mixing with his ragged breaths.
âYouâre so warm,â Spencer whimpered. âSo perfect for me.âÂ
Your hands gripped his back, nails digging into his skin as you urged him on, your body moving with his. His pace quickened, and you couldnât hold back the desperate cries that escaped you.Â
âSpencer⌠Iâm so close,â you gasped.
âMe too,â he moaned, his hips slamming into yours. âLet me come with you. Please, let me come with you.â
You nodded, your body trembling. âNow, SpencerâŚâ you begged in a breathless plea.
His breath hitched, his body tensing as he gave one last deep thrust, and then, with a loud, guttural moan, he came inside you. You followed a moment later, your body clenching around him as you fell apart.Â
The room was filled with nothing but your ragged breaths, the sound of two bodies, tangled in a quiet, shared moment of bliss. Spencer collapsed beside you, his chest rising and falling as he took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.
âThat was⌠perfect,â he whispered, his voice full of awe.
You smiled softly as you placed your head on his chest, fingers lazily tracing his stomach. âYeah,â you said in a breath, your heart full of him. âIt really was.â
You let out a soft groan as Spencer stood up, and you instinctively reached for his hand, pulling him back toward you. âDonât go yet,â you pouted.
Spencer smiled, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and affection. âIâve got something for you,â he said, wrapping a blanket around his waist before walking to the corner of the room. He rummaged through his bag, his back turned to you for a moment as you blatantly checked him out.
âI miss you,â you murmured, leaning back into the pillows.
He chuckled softly, glancing over his shoulder. âIâm not even five feet away from you.â
You shrugged, your voice a little teasing. âStill feels like you're miles away.â
With a smile, he walked back toward you, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hands behind his back. âWhich hand?â he playfully asked.
âLeft,â you replied without hesitation.
He swiftly shifted the small box heâd been holding from his right hand to his left, then grinned, revealing the gift. âHere you go.â
You blinked in surprise. âThat was your present?â you asked, your voice filled with wonder as you recognized the familiar wrapping Garcia had handed you the day before.
Spencer nodded, watching you closely. âYeah. Open it.â
Your hands trembled slightly as you unwrapped the gift, your heart racing with excitement. Beneath the paper was a velvet black jewelry box. You glanced up at Spencer, your eyes searching his for reassurance. He gave a soft nod, his smile encouraging.
With a gentle flick of your fingers, you opened the boxâand there, nestled inside, was the most stunning heart-shaped locket youâd ever seen.
âOh my God, Spencer,â you breathed, your voice a mixture of awe and disbelief. âItâs⌠itâs beautiful.â
A shy smile tugged at Spencerâs lips as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it behind his ear. âIt used to be my momâs,â he said. âShe doesnât wear jewelry much anymore, but she wanted me to keep it... to give it to someone special one day.â
Your heart melted at the thought, and you looked at him with newfound tenderness, the weight of his gesture sinking in.Â
âShe was happy when I told her I wanted to give it to you,â he added, his eyes soft with sincerity.
Your eyes widened slightly. âYour mom knows about me?â
Spencer nodded, a faint blush creeping up his neck. âI tell her pretty much everything. She likes hearing about you most.â
âWhy?â You curiously asked.
Spencer's smile deepened, and he looked down at his lap for a moment, as though gathering courage. When he looked up at you again, his eyes were soft, full of love.
âBecause you make me happy.â
After your intimate moment with Spencer, the inevitable conversation with Hotch had to happen. Just before the talk, Hotch received a call from the lab confirming the DNA found on the Reynolds matched Christopher Eriksenâsâmeaning the bittersweet news of Christopher going to prison.
âI still donât get how the two smartest people on the team act like half a brain when theyâre together,â Hotch had said with a half-smile, glancing at you and Spencer. âBut⌠you did good work.â
âââââ
Later that morning, Emily spotted you, her eyes immediately drawn to the locket around your neck. âFancy,â she commented, her smirk growing as she cocked an eyebrow. âWhere did that come from?â
You felt your cheeks heat up as you absently played with the necklace, a soft smile on your lips. âItâs Spencerâs. He gave it to me.â
Emilyâs smirk turned into a knowing smile, and you could see the proud glint in her eyes. âYou two are something else.â
âââââ
Throughout the day you and Spencer did your own thing, trying to act casual in front of the teamâyet every time his hand brushed your back or he leaned in for a quick kiss in the empty hallway, your heart fluttered. You couldnât help but sneak glances at him as he played chess with Rossi, your eyes catching his in those fleeting moments.
You felt Spencerâs presence behind you like a familiar warmth as you stood in the kitchen. He slipped his arms around your waist and buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses.
âWho wouldâve thought youâd be such a romantic?â you mused, running your fingers through his hair, the feeling of him against you enough to make your heart race.
His lips hummed against your skin. âItâs your fault,â he stated, his voice thick with affection. âYou drive me crazy.â
You tugged him up the stairs to your shared room, pushing him playfully onto the bed. You stood between his legs as you began to slowly peel away your clothes, revealing the red laced lingerie set Derek had gifted you during Secret Santa.
âNever thought Iâd be thanking Derek for gifting you this,â Spencer mused, his hands sliding up and down your legs, a smirk displayed on his lips.
You smiled, tracing his jaw with your thumb, the heat between you growing. âWhat do you think of checking out the hot tub?â you purred.
He swallowed nervously, his eyes flicking down to his lap. You rolled your eyes as you responded in a sigh, âYou can choose the temperature.â
Before you could say another word, he scooped you up, lifting you over his shoulder with a playful slap to your ass. You yelped, giggling as he carried you off toward the bathroom.
âââââ
The cabin was large, but unfortunately not big enough to avoid Garcia, so you knew what was coming when you heard the familiar sound of her heels clicking against the hallway floor. She was heading straight toward you, her finger pointing accusingly at you.
âI slept with Spencer.â you hurriedly spilled out before she could say something.
She stopped in her tracks. Her face went through a thousand different expressions in the blink of an eyeâconfusion, disbelief, excitementâbefore she finally let out a high-pitched squeal. âYou... you slept with Spencer?â
âTwice,â you giddily answered, the smile creeping across your face before you could stop it.
Garciaâs expression finally broke into a huge grin, and without missing a beat, she grabbed your hands and started bouncing on the spot. âDerek is gonna lose his mind!â
You barely had time to protest before she was already up the stairs.
As the end of the day drew near, the group gathered around the fire pit in the backyard, cocoa mugs in hand, the warmth of the flames casting flickering shadows on everyoneâs faces.Â
âAre you sure your phone is on silent?â Garcia asked Hotch, eyeing him with suspicion.
âIâm sure, Garcia,â Hotch replied with a small smile.
She was satisfied, her focus shifting to Rossi. âThe honor is yours. You may present the last Secret Santa gift.â
Rossi cleared his throat, glancing around awkwardly. âNow, this might sound like a cheap excuse for forgetting to buy a presentâŚâ Laughter rippled through the group, and Garcia shot him an offended look. âBut... I think I can speak for all of us when I say the best gift is us being together in this beautiful location.â
He turned to Hotch, his voice genuine. âAaron, youâve built a good team here. A good family. You should be proud.â
Hotchâs smile softened, his eyes briefly glancing over the group, the weight of the moment settling on him. âI am. Thank you, David.â
And for the first time, you didnât question whether you deserved a place in this loving, dysfunctional familyâyou knew you belonged.
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Good job, detective
Detective!Agatha x fem!reader (3.2k words)
summary: youâre a newly minted detective who just cracked your first murder case, and the entire police department decided to celebrate with a small partyânaturally, Agatha Harkness was there.
warnings: 18+ MDNI, g!p agatha harkness, smut, dirty talk, penetration, blowjob, mommy issue, explicit language, age gap, praising kink, outdoor, unprotected sex, slight footjob
a/n: I was a little high on edibles and listening to Crush by Ethel Cain while writing this. Let me know if you guys want part 2!
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Case closed. The bad guy got caught. You did it.
The air in the bar is filled with the smell of spilled beer and the stale scent of whiskey that lingered from the barâs low-lit corners.
Tonight, the place felt even smaller than usual, the laughter of the police officers in the corner fading into the background as you kept your eyes on the one person who hadn't yet congratulated you on your first solved murder case: Detective Agatha Harkness.
She was sitting by herself like she always did. A worn cigarette dangled from her lips, ash falling off in slow, lazy bits. Her beer, the cheapest they had, was halfway gone, and her navy cargo pants and dark flannel looked as though theyâd seen too many long nights like this.
She looked at ease, but the slight tension in her posture told you she wasnât entirely relaxed. Maybe she hadnât been for years.
âGood job, newbie,â Herb said, clinking his beer against your shoulder, snapping you back to the present.
You offered him a polite smile. Herb was one of the few people in the department you found easy to talk to. âThanks, but it wasnât just me. Agatha helped a lot with the case.â
âShe did,â Herb said, his gaze drifting over your shoulder. You didnât need to look to know he was watching Agatha. âShe can be tough, sure, but sheâs one hell of a mentorâand an even better detective. The best weâve got.â
Your heartbeat quickened, and you felt your cheeks flush as you nodded. âYeah,â you agreed, your voice quieter. âSheâs really good at that.â
Youâd been watching her all night, trying to figure out if she was as untouchable as she seemed. Now, drunk and buzzed from the alcohol, you figured you might as well try.
You waited until the last of the other cops had filtered out and the bar had quieted before finally making your move toward her.
You wobbled slightly as you approached her booth, the floor beneath your boots feeling unsteady. Agatha didnât even look up. She didnât need to. She already knew you were coming.
âDetective,â you said, your voice slurring just a bit. âThought Iâd join you.â
Agatha looked up slowly, her blue eyes narrowing just the slightest as she took in your unsteady stance. She didnât smile. Didnât say a word for a long moment. The only sound was the faint clink of her beer hitting the table.
âYouâre drunk.â She muttered, voice rough like she hadnât spoken all night. Her cigarette dangled from her lips, the ember glowing brightly in the dim light.
You didnât care. You were tired of playing it safe, tired of pretending you didnât notice her, that you didnât feel that pull when you were around her. âSo what?â you said, voice a little more defiant than you intended. âDoesnât mean I canât talk to you.â
She took a long drag from her cigarette, eyes still locked on you, sizing you up. âIt means you canât think straight,â she said, voice flat. âAnd youâre about to make a fool of yourself.â
âMaybe I do want to make a fool of myself.â
Agatha snorted softly, shaking her head as a sly smirk curved her lips. âI know exactly what youâre doing,â
âOh?â you replied, tilting your head. âAnd whatâs that?â
She leaned back slightly, crossing her arms as if she were interrogating a suspect. âTrying to sleep with your senior detective to fast-track your career. Itâs cute, really.â
âItâs not about climbing the ladder,â you said, your voice steady despite the weight of her scrutiny. âI just wanna have a drink with you, thatâs all. Celebrating our success on the case. We worked so hard together, didnât we?â
âIsnât it, though?â Agatha countered, her eyes narrowing like she was analyzing every detail of your reaction. âBecause from where Iâm standing, it sure looks that way.â
âIâm not interested in hiding my desires, detective,â you said softly, looking down and seeing a noticeable bulge on Agathaâs pants. You wet your lips. âCanât say the same to you, though.â
For the first time, Agatha didnât look away. But she didnât smile either. Instead, her gaze darkened, and she put the cigarette out in the ashtray between you. âIâm not the one you want, kid,â she said, voice a little more serious now, almost a warning. âIâm trouble. And youâre better off without it.â
You scoffed, your head swimming a little more with every word she said, but you pushed through. âYou think Iâm some little rookie whoâs scared of a little trouble?â
âYeah,â she replied, voice thick with that Southern drawl. âI think thatâs exactly what you are. And you think youâre the first one whoâs tried to make a move on me after a few drinks?â
Her words hit harder than you expected, but you didnât back off. You werenât going to let her get away with pushing you away like she had with everyone else.
âNo,â you said, shaking your head, the alcohol making your thoughts fuzzier. âBut Iâm more fun. Youâll see.â
Agatha tilted her head, studying you carefully. You could see the wheels turning behind her eyes, and for a split second, there was something soft thereâ curiosity, maybe. But then it was gone, replaced by that cold, distant look that made her so damn good at shutting people out.
âIâve been down that road, sweetheart,â she said, her voice low, cocky. âI donât need another mess in my life. Especially not one that canât even hold their liquor.â
âI can hold my liquor just fine,â you said, your voice firm now, the alcohol starting to fuel your stubbornness. âI just think maybe youâre a little scared of me.â
Agatha raised an eyebrow, the faintest flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes. âScared of you?â she repeated, her lips curling into a smirk. âIâve been around, kid. Donât flatter yourself.â
You leaned in closer, your chest almost brushing against the edge of the table. âMaybe Iâm not the one whoâs scared,â you said softly, words coming out before you could think. âMaybe youâre just too afraid to let someone in.â
She didnât confirm, or deny. She didnât need to.
Instead, Agatha stood up suddenly, her movements slow, deliberate. âYouâre drunk, rookie, get rest. Go home,â she muttered, her voice almost tired now. âSee you tomorrow.â
And with that, she walked out of the booth, her figure disappearing into the dim light of the small bar.
You watched the smoke from her last cigarette curl in the air, and it seemed to mock you, reminding you of the way Agatha had pulled away from you without a second thought. But you werenât going to let it end like that. Not tonight.
You werenât a fool. You could tell by the way she looked at youâhalf dismissive, half something elseâthat she wasnât immune to whatever this was. That flicker of vulnerability that she quickly buried every time you came close, the little moments where she didnât pull away fast enough. She might have tried to shut you down, but you could see it, just beneath the surface.
And you werenât backing down.
You pushed yourself away from the booth and stumbled a little as you made your way to the door, your boots clicking a little too loudly against the worn wooden floors. You had no idea where she went, but you had a feeling you didnât need to look far.
Agatha was at the far end of the empty parking lot, leaning against her car, a cigarette in her hand. The glow of the streetlamp cast a shadow over her, making her look even more like she belonged to the night than she had inside.
You walked toward her slowly, your thoughts still clouded by the alcohol, but your steps steady.
She didnât look up when you stopped a few feet away from her. âThought I told you to go home,â Agathaâs voice was low and rough, and she didnât turn to face you. Her thumb flickers a cigaretteâs butt.
You didnât take a step back. âI donât think you told me that,â you replied, your voice more confident than you felt. âYou just tried to get rid of me.â
âSame thing.â She took another drag. âYouâve already had your fun for the night. Go back inside, have another drink with the others. Let them keep telling you how great you are.â
âTheyâre all already gone home.â
Agatha shrugged. âAnd you should too, kid.â
Then, without warning,
You stepped forward, close enough now that you could feel the heat radiating from her, the tension so thick between you two that it almost made the air crackle. Agathaâs breath hitched as you grabbed her crotch.
Fuck it.
âWhat the hell are you doing?â
âYou said you didnât want me, liar,â you said softly, your voice low, your chest tight. âYouâre hard, detective.â
Agatha didnât say anything right away. But when she did, it wasnât with words. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing the back of your neck before pulling you in. The kiss was slow, deliberate, testing, like she was still deciding if she wanted this, if you were worth it.
You moan into her greedy mouth. Your hand squeezes her bulge, earning a sweet moan and a soft hip buck from Agatha. Youâre practically throwing yourself into her arms. That pulled-up sleeve of her flannel is making your head dizzy. Sheâs such a handsome woman, and you want nothing more than for her to ruin you, to have your fingernails clawing onto her veiny arms as she choked you in bed.
When she pulled back, her blue eyes were darker than they had been before. Her breath was shallow, but she still didnât say anything.
âAgatha?â you call for her, unsure if you have pushed it too far. âIââ
âGet in the car,â she demands, pulling your hair with force. âNow.â
Swallowing hard, you took a step back and reluctantly broke away from her embrace. As you walked towards the car, you felt a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins. This was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, but the idea of being with Agatha, having her in every way possible, was intoxicating.
As you reached the car, Agatha slid into the driver's seat, her eyes never leaving yours. You could see the hunger and desire mirrored in her gaze. It made your heart race even faster and sent a surge of adrenaline through your body.
"Youâve been bad," she whispered, breathing hard. She didnât even bother to take off her clothes. Agatha just unzipped her cargo pants and freed her hardened, big, thick cock, and sighed in relief.
âGod, Agathaââ
"Look at the mess you made me, hon."
You couldn't help but lick your lips in anticipation. The sight of it was overwhelming, and you felt a surge of arousal that you had never experienced before. You knew this was wrong to fuck your peer, but all you could think about was feeling that perfect cock inside you, being impaled on it and taken by the woman you had been so drawn to for months.
Your cunt clenched around nothing with the thought of Agathaâs hands on your hips, fucking your pussy. âPlease.â
"Begging me to fuck you already, huh?" she said, her voice low and sexy. "I bet you'd be great at anything I asked you to do."
You couldn't help but blush at the compliment, feeling a warm sensation spread through your body. "What do you want me to do next?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
Agatha's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned forward to press her lips against yours in a gentle, possessive kiss. "I think it's time for you to show me just how good you are," she said, her voice low and husky. She reached down, grasping your hair gently and pulling you toward her cock. "Suck me off, baby," she commanded, her voice firm and authoritative.
You didn't need to be told twice. You eagerly took Agatha's cock into your mouth, savoring the taste of her leaks like a sweet honey.
She groaned in pleasure as you began to suck and stroke her, feeling her cock twitch and grow harder in your mouth. Sheâs so big that you canât even fit it down your throat without choking in tears.
âItâs fine, baby, take it slow.â
You nodded and ran your tongue over the head of her cock. You could feel her thighs trembling as you worked your way down her length, teasing the sensitive areas with your tongue and lips. Agatha moaned loudly, her hands gripping your hair tightly as she enjoyed the sensations.
You moved faster, knowing that you had to bring her to climax soon. You could feel a powerful energy building within you just from pleasuring her, and you knew that this was something you wanted to do for her again and again. Her hips bucked against you, both her hands now gripping your hair as she began to lose in the sensation, each movement pushing her cock deeper and deeper.
"Oh, fuck," she breathed, her voice a low growl. Her head was throwing against the seat, her eyes were closed and her lips parted in messy moans as she held your head still and fucked into your mouth. She looked high and drunk in absolute pleasure, and that made you feel proud of yourself. "Yes, just like that."
You could feel the tension building within her, and you knew that she was close. Her breathing grew ragged, and her grip on your hair tightened as she neared the edge.
"I'm going to cum," she hissed through gritted teeth. "Yes, right there."
And then it happened â Agatha's body stiffened, and her cock throbbed in your mouth as she came. You felt the warm rush of her climax as she flooded your mouth with hot fluids. Your eyes rolled in pleasure and your nose pressed against her pubic hair. She cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and relief, as she rode out her orgasm.
Eventually, she softened and pulled out of your mouth, collapsing back onto her seat. You pushed yourself up, catching your breath. Youâre dripping wet and Agatha noticed the needs in your eyes.
Then, Agatha commands. âOn your knees.â
You quickly obeyed, moving to the backseat, getting down on all fours with your ass in the air. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, and you pushed yourself back against Agatha's legs, yearning for her touch.
Youâre so ready to get fucked out of your sanity. Youâre a mess, drunk in alcohol and Agathaâs touch.
"That's it, baby," Agatha crooned, her hand running up and down your spine, sending shivers through your entire body. "Just like that."
With a grunt of effort, Agatha positioned herself behind you. You could feel the head of her cock probing against your entrance, testing your readiness. You whimpered softly, a mix of fear and excitement washing over you.
With a fierce grip on your hips, Agatha thrust forward. You felt the head of her cock push past your tight entrance, stretching you in a way you never thought possible. A gasp escaped from you as she continued to push deeper, and you felt every inch of her cock slide into you. It was both painful and exhilarating, the sensation overwhelming.
"Oh god, yes," you cried out, your voice shaking with emotion. "Fuck me, Agatha. Fuck me hard."
Agatha didn't need to be told twice. She began thrusting into you with a fierce intensity, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body. The slapping sounds of her hips hitting against your ass filled the car, punctuated by the occasional moan or gasp from either one of you.
Your hands reached back, gripping onto the seat belt clasps for support as Agatha pounded into you relentlessly. Her breaths came in short pants, her muscles tense with exertion. You could feel her heart pounding against your back, in sync with your own rapid heartbeat.
"This is what you want, huh?" you nodded, chanting her name like a sacred prayer. She growled, her grip tightening on your hips. "This is it, right? Getting fucked by an older womanâs cock, is that your kink?â
âYes! Mommy,â you cried out, âyes, yesyesyes.â
Your body responded to her words, your pussy clenching around Agatha's cock with each thrust. The feeling was indescribable, and you knew that this was something you would never forget.
"Fuck, Agatha," you moaned, lifting your hips to meet each of her strokes. "I'm going to come so hard."
"Good," Agatha murmured, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel it, baby. I want to feel you come apart.â
Her words sent you over the edge. The pleasure built up inside of you, rushing through your body like wildfire until finally, it exploded out of you in waves of bliss. You screamed out her name, your pussy clenching down on her cock as your orgasm washed over you.
Agatha groaned as she felt your pussy contract around her cock, the sensation pushing her closer to her own release. "Fuck, hon," she hissed, "I'm right there with you."
Her hips bucked harder, each thrust more messy than the last. You could feel the tension in her tight grip on your hips, her veins popping up on her neck and her arms as she neared her climax. The feeling was intoxicating, knowing that you were driving her to such heights of pleasure.
"Cum for me, Agatha," you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Cum inside me."
This was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust, Agatha cried out, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her cock jerked inside you, shooting pulse after pulse of hot cum deep into your pussy. It was intense, almost painful in its intensity, but so incredibly pleasurable. You wondered how many women have had Agatha cumming inside them like this, the thought made you feel a wave of jealousy right through your chest.
As Agatha's orgasm subsided, her breathing slowly returning to normal, she pulled out of you with a soft pop. You felt a warm, wet sensation between your legs as her cock slipped from you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting more.
Her eyes flicked down to her slick, cum-covered cock before returning to you with a wicked smirk playing on her lips. She scoffed, flipping your body effortlessly onto your back. Your eyes followed her movements, now lying on your back as you watched Agatha try to catch her breath.
"Tired already, detective?" you challenged playfully. Your feet shifted towards her thigh, feeling her up through the rough fabrics of her cargo pants before pressing your feet on her sensitive cock, teasingly giving her a foot job that caused Agatha to buck her hips and whimper in sudden pleasure. You were certain that you could make her cum again, or even drive her to overstimulation if sheâd let you.
She stopped your movements with one firm grasp.
"Not enough, huh?" she asked, gazing at her own cum running down between your legs and looking back at you like she couldnât believe you still wanted more. âAre you trying to get yourself knocked up or something?â
âMaybe,â you teased, giggling softly before grabbing her collar and pulling her into a kiss. âYouâre incredible,â you whispered, your fingers slipping into her hair. âIâve never felt anything like this before.â
Agathaâs smirk widened as she cocked her head, her southern charm slipping effortlessly into her tone. âWell, sugar, âcourse you havenât,â she drawled, her voice dripping with a honeyed confidence that made your cheeks burn. âIâm exceptional.â
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Well I've officially written my first one-shot, a smutty one nonetheless and I hope you like it. I noticed that there are like 0 fics/one shots of daddy Tim Bradford so I took it upon myself to write one.
summary: I used some of episode 7 season 4 where Tim goes undercover and uhm things happen between you.
Warnings: +18, MDNI, vaginal, creampie, handjob, making out, tim having a sir kink, tim being hot as fuck.
Words: 3.7K
tim bradford x fem!reader
It was the early morning of yet another exciting Monday on the job. Only this time youâre annoying yet hot training officer Tim Bradford wasnât your training officer anymore. Finally you had freedom, even though it felt strange and almost sad even to not ride with him anymore it also felt like a weight lifted off your shoulders. You were deep in thought making your to go-cup of iced coffee when a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts.Â
âWell good morning, youâre awake early.â Jackson grinned in the hall leading to his room. He had been your roommate for about 2 years now and after the academy, joining the LAPD out in the real world, called for a friend who knew what you went through. âYes of course! Itâs our first day of freedom. Iâm planning on making it the best day ever so Iâm going to be on time and prepared. I donât want my first day to be a failure, I need to prove to Tim that I donât need him anymore.â You responded to Jackson while pouring the hot coffee over to the to-go cup.Â
âYou know you donât need to prove yourself to Tim, he knows how good of a cop youâve become. I mean I get it but still, today will be great. I just know it.â Jackson said as he walked up to you and gave an encouraging pat on your shoulder. âSo no coffee for me?â He asked, pretending to look sad as he watched you add the ice. âSorry, sorry Iâll make some for you too.â You laughed. When you finished up Jacksons coffee as well you two walked out to your car and headed to the station.Â
After changing into your uniform you headed into roll call while also pretending not to look for your ex-training officer. You took your seat, now in the second row, and talked excitedly to John about the next phase in your career. Some time passed and everyone had taken their seat, Tim as well, but you pretended not to notice his grumbley voice in the early morning. Something you came to appreciate over the years working with him. However you quickly shut up when sergeant Grey walked in. âGood morning everyone, letâs begin today with congratulations to our rookies who are now P2âs. Good job officer Nolan, West and (Y/L/N) itâs not every year that all the rookies pull through. However this new found freedom without your T.Oâs does not mean that youâre off the hook, youâll still be monitored only you now call your own shots. That would be all for this morning, good luck out there.â Grey finished and you smiled at Jackson and John who were both seated on either side of you.Â
When you walked out of roll call you caught a glimpse of Tim walking behind you and joining you at your side. âJust because youâre not my boot anymore doesnât mean that you can slack off now, understood?â Tim lectured as he looked at you sternly. âOf course sir, I wouldnât dream of it.â You responded with a slight smile, you couldnât help but think he needed to lecture you one last time before you went out on your own but just as you were about to point that out to him Jackson joined your âconversationâ. â(Y/n) we should ride together today, already got it approved by Grey.â Jackson smiled. âThat sounds great Jackson, letâs grab our gear.â Jackson agreed and you wished Tim good luck today as you headed to grab your gear. You and Jackson then set up the shop and left to go out on patrol. After a couple of calls that were fairly timid you drove yourself and Jackson to the food trucks nearby where your fellow officers were already enjoying a well deserved lunch. The day went on pretty swiftly with nothing major other than a robbery in a convenience store. When the suspect was processed you got called over by Lopez wanting to talk to you about a woman allegedly adding tiger blood in her skin care line and asking if you could join Tim in interrogating her as you were always good at getting a confession out of suspects and Tim could use a hand.Â
You accepted the challenge and headed over to the interrogation room where Tim and the woman would be. The door creaked as you opened it, Timâs eyes on you as you entered the room and stood beside him. âIâm officer (Y/L/N), I will be asking you some questions, Mrs Carter is it?â You asked the older woman sitting opposite of Tim. âYes, but I donât understand. Officer Bradford is already questioning me.â Mrs Carter almost sneered, clearly she wasnât happy with the situation. âWell Mrs Carter I am here to uh... learn, I havenât been on the job long and need some experience, so I hope you wonât mind.â You quickly answered, glancing at Tim who was standing next to you, looking a bit annoyed. âI understand that you recently started your own skin care line?â You asked her while skimming through her file. âYes weâre a small operation but weâre growing.â She smiled proudly. âWeâre hoping to get a write up in Goop.â She continued. âI-I donât know what that is.â Tim looked at you confused. âIâll explain later.â You told him, putting the file down. âA friend of yours gave us your night cream, she claimed that it contains tigers blood, like, literally blood from an endangered animal.â You stated. âFirms the skin right up.â She smiled, as if this was completely normal. You almost gasped at her quick confession and looked surprised at Tim before you pointed out, âParticipating in the endangered animal trade could land you in jail for up to five years.âÂ
âYou donât understand the wellness game. Itâs cutthroat. I need to stand out. How else am I gonna compete with Sloan and her vitamin business? I mean everybody knows that her B-12 rejuvenation pills are just benzos in fancy bottles.â She mused while crossing her arms. Tim gave you an astonished look, which you returned. âUm, sheâs selling psychiatric drugs?â You asked the woman. âOh, the whole âwestside buffet.â Mrs Carter shrugged. âWhatâs Sloanâs last name?â Tim exhaled, knowing that this was going to be a dragging one. After some time you and Tim found the woman Mrs Carter had talked about and she was brought in the interrogation room where you two waited for her.Â
âTake off your sunglasses, maâam.â Tim sighed at the woman with the big round sunglasses while she was crossing her arms. âDo I have to? These fluorescent lights give me vertigo.â She asked, annoyed. âOkay well that could be the least of your worries. Weâve been informed that youâre selling psychiatric drugs as a vitamin.â Tim continued. âWho said that?â The woman scoffed, now taking off her sunglasses. âDoesnât matter.â Tim cut her off. âIâm helping people. Whatâs the problem?â She expressed. Tim rolled his eyes. âYou canât prescribe a controlled substance without a medical license.â You told her. âMy husband is a doctor, it's the family prescription pad.â The woman said as if it was obvious. âYeah thatâs not a thing.â You objected, you could feel that Tim was over it. âLook I donât think youâre hearing me, this makes you a drug dealer.â Tim explained, now getting more irritated. âAnd given the circumstances a pretty high level one. You could be looking at twenty years in prison.â He continued. âWhat?! No, no, no, no, no. This whole thing has gotten terribly out of hand. Who ratted me out anyway?â She stuttered. âIt was Aston wasnât it? Sheâs been trying to break me down ever since I stole her portrait painter. Like she needs to be hung on a wall. You want a real crime to chase? Astonâs trying to hire a hitman.â She claimed almost proudly. âWh- What do you mean?â You asked her confused. âHer husband's worth more dead than alive, so sheâs been on the dark web trying to hire someone to kill him.â She smiled. You and Tim both sighed and looked at each other, this was bigger than you thought. The both of you knew what you had to do, so with permission from Grey, Tim would go undercover as a hitman to try and get the woman to say word for word she wanted her husband dead.Â
After you got the equipment sorted in the van you waited for Tim to arrive in the parking lot with the Mercedes as the setup vehicle, while the van you were in was parked next to him. You heard a car arrive and opened the door of the van to greet Tim who was now parking the car. âOkay, oh... thatâs your disguise?â You asked him smiling, he looked like a completely normal man, not at all like a criminal. âThis is what real hitmen look like.â He scoffed as he now stood in front of you. âThat is not the point. Come on, get in.â You said ushering him inside the back of the van. He sighs while stepping in the van, sitting down as you climbed in as well, closing the sliding door behind you before you took a seat close to him. âWhat Iâm wearing is fine.â He claimed. âOkay, third rule of undercover work. Know your audience. You are not trying to fool another criminal. Youâre trying to fool a woman who gets her ideas about crime from Lifetime movies. Put it onâ You explained as you hold the black blazer out to him. âFine.â He said as he almost ripped the blazer out of your hands. âThank you.â He removed his open zip up hoodie and instead put the blazer on. âOh my god.â He scoffed, knowing he looked ridiculous. âYeah, thatâs much better.â You smiled. âI look like an idiot. Iâd pull me over in a heartbeat.â Tim sighed. âExactly, because you look the part.â You said while handing him the earpiece. âAlright mic me up, letâs get this over with.â Tim said as he raised his shirt, revealing his toned abs. You tried to play cool but couldnât help taking a peek as you peeled the back of the sticker part of the mic off and reached over to stick it on Timâs chest. âIt's a little too high.â Tim said as you stuck the mic on him. âI know what Iâm doing.â You said slightly annoyed. You checked the mic and waited for the woman as she should be at your location soon, so Tim moved over to the Mercedes, while you moved so you could listen in and record their conversation.Â
After some time the woman pulled into the parking lot and Tim stepped out of the car. She pulled up next to him, turned off the engine and rolled down her window. âYou made sure you weren't followed?â Tim asked her as he leaned down near her window. âYes. I drove around in circles for like half an hour.â She said with a smile on her lips. Tim then entered the car as you watched closely, the thought of his toned abs still in your mind. âSo, how does this work?â The woman asked curiously. âWell, that's up to you. Your ad indicated you have a problem with your husband?â Tim started. âYes. I need him to not be alive anymore.â She told him. âHm, thatâs not gonna be enough. We need her to spell it out.â You told Tim in his ear piece. âDo you want it to look like natural causes? A suicide? Homicide?â Tim continued. âMust be a lonely kind of life being a hitman.â She flirted. âIt can be.â Tim tried to answer her neutrally. âSo youâre not seeing anyone?â She asked. âOh my god. Sheâs hitting on you.â You laughed in Timâs earpiece. âNo, not at the moment.â Tim confessed. âYou see the thing is the fee varies depending on the method, so I need you to tell me what you want.â Tim tried to press on, only the woman seemed interested in something else. "Ooh. What I want changed a little when you got in the car.â She flirted while putting her hand on Timâs that rested on his knee. âWait, is she touching you? Sheâs touching you, isnât she?â You laughed again through his ear piece, enjoying this a little too much while Tim is a bit stumped but stays in character. âLook I am down to do whatever you want.â Tim said. âYeah you are.â You chuckled softly in the ear piece. âI just want the business out of the way first.â Tim continued. âSo itâs 20.000 for a straight murder, 25 if you want it to look like suicide.â âSexy, Iâd pay you twice that to kill the bastard.â She said while leaning in a bit. âAnd the bastard is?â Tim smiled. âMy husband obviously.â The woman smirked. âYes, got her.â You said in Timâs earpiece. âYou know once heâs dead, Iâll be a very wealthy woman.â She smiled. âYouâre under arrest.â Tim said while holding up his badge. Finally you got her, so you called for backup on the scene so the woman could be taken to the station in a police car. Tim walked back over to you, you still being in the back of the van. âWell great job we got her.â You smiled as you took off your headset and let Tim in the van. âShe really was thirsty, my god.â He said while closing the sliding door behind him and getting in to remove the blazer. You sat across from him secretly watching, hoping to get another glance at his toned chest. Tim lifted his shirt to remove the mic and handed it to you.Â
âWhat is it?â He asked you, shit he caught you. âWhat- Nothing I- I just waited for you to hand me the mic!â You stammered out, a deep blush creeping on your skin and on the tips of your ears. âReally? You didnât want a show?â Tim grinned, clearly amused by your embarrassment. âNo I did not! What are you even talking about!â You scoffed now looking away from him, but still close enough for him to see your blushing features. âI saw you looking earlier, I donât blame you.â He said looking you up and down. You were in your own clothes as you werenât on patrol and you were wearing a white sundress with pretty blue flowers all over it. You looked down at your lap shyly. Then you felt Tim coming closer and he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. â(Y/n) are you attracted to me?â He spoke softly, with his sultry voice. âWhat- no I wasnât even- no I donât- I donât know... maybe?â You stuttered now your face was really burning, not only from the embarrassment that you were attracted to your superior officer but also from the touch of his fingers on your chin. âSo you are.â Tim smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction. You however still looked away from his piercing blue eyes, knowing that once you gave in, you couldnât look away. â(Y/n) look at me.â Tim instructed, grasping your chin a bit harsher but not as to hurt you. You gave in and looked at him, at his handsome features, his stubble, his pretty eyes and his perfect hair. He was almost too much, and the smell of his delicious cologne wasnât helping either.Â
He looked directly in your eyes as well and leaned in closer, the tips of your nose touching, lips a breath apart. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest and your breathing became heavier. After a moment he closed the gap between you and claimed your lips with his. His lips were even better than you couldâve ever imagined, soft and pillowy but slightly chapped as well, which for some reason made them even better. As you kissed him back you felt like your entire body was on fire, you moved your hands from his knees to his neck, holding on for dear life, feeling if you let go, you would lose him forever. He moved his right hand to your cheek while the other pulled you in his lap by your waist, now moving his right hand on your hips as well. The kiss got more heated and his tongue prodded at your bottom lip, begging for entrance, you let his tongue in and met his with yours. At that moment you couldnât help but let out a tiny whimper between kisses. He softly groaned against your lips and his grip on your waist got tighter, he moved you to be right on his groin and gave your hips a squeeze as if asking you to start moving. And you did, you couldnât not move, the moment was almost overwhelming as you started moving right on his hard on. Your underwear grew wet and you started moving feverishly against him, and then you moved right over his tip causing him to moan in your mouth. His hands moved from your hips to your ass and he started to move you harder against him, the movements alone could make you finish. The fabric of his jeans and the hardness of his erection hitting your clothed clit perfectly. But much to your disappointment he stopped you.Â
âSweetheart if you want me to finish already you should continue.â He smiled against your lips. âLet me make you feel even better first.â He whispered as you feel his hands moving from your ass to the inside of your thigh, slowly creeping towards your covered clit and moving his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You let out a loud gasp as he touched you, holding onto his biceps when he moved his fingers inside of your underwear. âFuck youâre so wet for me. All because of me huh?â He murmured in your ear. He moved his fingers right over your clit, pressing a bit harder to see how you would react. You moaned at his touch. âTim... please just- touch me, please.â You begged, already high off of his movements. âMaybe I wonât, maybe I like it when you beg for me.â He sighed against your ear, ever so slightly moving his middle finger over your clit. âPlease just please touch me.â You continued to beg, needing any kind of release. âPlease what sweetheart?â At his words you knew immediately what he wanted to hear, something that you realized he might have loved to hear you say for a long time. âPlease touch me... sir.â You almost moaned in his ear. He groaned at this and started moving two fingers right over your wet clit. âGood girl, always knows how to address her superiors.â He breathed in your ear, you could feel him hardening under you even more. He then moved his two fingers inside you, your wet cunt almost sucking them in out of need.Â
As he fingered you the sound of your wet pussy, your moans and pleas and his heavy breathing could be heard vividly in the otherwise quiet van. âYes, yes, please sir, please Iâm so close.â You moaned in his ear, begging for release. At your words he sped up his fingers, curling them up and hitting that perfect spot inside of you, finally giving you mercy and letting you cum. âGood girl, thatâs it. You gonna come for me sweetheart? You gonna cum on my fingers?â He ranted in your ear as the walls inside you contracted while you came, trying to not scream for the whole world to hear. âOh my god, please I need you inside me Tim.â You begged him, wanting nothing more than to be filled by his big cock. âIâm on birthcontrol so just please fuck me already.â You pleaded, moving your hand to pull down the zipper of his pants and reaching inside his boxers, giving his cock relief. âFuck, I canât wait to be inside you.â He groaned against you. You removed his dick out of his pants and moved your hips right above him, sliding your soaked underwear to the side so you could slowly sink down on his aching cock. You both moaned at the feeling and you almost immediately started moving after you grew accustomed to his big size. Holding on to his neck you began moving up and down the noise of his snapping hips on yours and your moans filling the van. He then moved the top of your dress down causing your braless breasts to spill out, which Tim decided to knead. After a few moments he moved that same hand to your ass, under your dress and smacked it hard.
âOh fuck... oh fuck, you feel so good sweetheart, keep moving just like that.â He grunted, completely enthralled by the feeling of your tight pussy around his dick. âYou feel so good sir, just- so- fucking- good.â You moaned as you started moving faster, feeling another orgasm approaching. Tim wanted to fuck you even harder and moved you to your seat so he could put your legs on his shoulders and fuck you deeper which had you screaming in seconds. âFuck! Tim! Yes! Please, faster, harder please!â You screamed, holding your thighs against you chest so Tim could fuck you deeper. He did as you asked and moved faster and rougher against you, seeking his own high. âFuck baby Iâm gonna cum, you gonna cum for me?â Tim moaned, moving his thumb to your clit and rubbing it in sync with his movements which made you snap, an overwhelming orgasm overtook you as you moaned his name, walls contracting tightly around his cock. The tight feeling of your wet pussy around him caused him to cum as well, filling you completely with his seed as he moaned your name. After some seconds of calming down he moved to sit down next to you as you felt his cum dripping out of you
âJesus Christ, we need to work together again huh.â Tim chuckled.
âDefinitelyâ You sighed contently.
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Well christ that took longer than I thought but I hope you liked it, let me know what I should write next!
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Rafe cop is so hottt I need the next part with the hand cuffs plot twist y/n uses it on Rafe not letting him touch her
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Pairing: Police Officer!Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader
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Pt. 2 of Playing Dangerous, where Rafe and Peach finally make it home and pick up where they left off ;) (you donât have to read it but itâs recommended!)
Wc: 3,160
SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! âHandcuffs, Rafe kinda chokes reader w his badge (nothing srs tho!), a few spanks, P in V + unprotected sex, aftercare is mentioned cause Rafeâs a sweetieee
An: Merry (late) christmas bitchessss! Decided to give you guys a lil gift for being so so kind to me this year. Iâm thankful for all of you for even engaging w me n my content 𼲠I love you sexies!!! Also I put my entire cooch into this so enjoy it.
Feedback is always appreciated angels!
The drive home felt excruciatingly long, and the waiting game you were now playing felt even longer.
As soon as you stepped foot into you and Rafeâs shared home, you ran to your bedroom. You quickly stripped yourself from your sundress, having left the newly acquired handcuffs on the middle of the bed.
You put on a matching lingerie set, one that you bought with Rafe after you dragged took him to the mall. You put one of Rafeâs work shirts on top, striving to rile him up. You had a plan for tonight, and you sure as hell were going to execute it.
Your gaze almost always meets the clock resting on the nightstand; youâre nearly counting the minutes until heâll be home. Thankfully, after another five minutes had passed, you start to hear the key dig into the front doorâs lock.
A part of you wanted to rush down to the door, wanting to hear Rafe chuckle at the sound of your feet slapping on the hardwood floors in anticipation. But you knew you couldnât give him what he wanted. Your head leaned against the doorway, one of your hands rested on the doorframe while the other toyed with the hem of Rafeâs shirt.
The sound of his boots stepping closer and closer resonate throughout the home, and that familiar warm feeling pools in your core. Rafe walks up the stairs, and thatâs when you see him turn the corner.
His eyes meet yours immediately, his gaze similar to an almost predatorial one.
âThere you are..Iâve been looking for you, Peach.â Rafe murmurs once he finally reaches you. His hands meet your waist, squeezing your ass as he starts to kiss on your neck.
The smell of his cologne is nothing short of intoxicating. You guarantee Rafe feels the same with the way he's inhaling deeply at the spot beneath your ear while he continues to feel you up.
âHave I ever told you how good you look in my clothes?â You giggle at Rafeâs borderline slurred words.
âMmm, only every time I wear âem. So..Everyday,â you whisper cheekily.
Rafe only hums in response, his main focus being the dark spots now being left on your warm skin. He canât help but start to buck his hips against your pelvis, and instead of being met with your just as eager thrusting, he feels your hands push his body away.
The noise your boyfriend lets out is a hearty groan. He starts to complain, albeit confusedly. You can just barely make out his frustrated muttering.
âI have a surprise for you, baby,â you murmur, grabbing and pulling him deeper into your room by his belt loops.
Rafeâs face lit up almost instantly with a smirk, and he pushed the bedroom door closed with his foot once he stepped in fully. The way heâs looking down at youâmore so towering over your frame, makes you pull his head down to meet your awaiting mouth.
You kiss him with fever, and Rafe wastes little time in picking you up, wrapping your legs around his frame as his hands support your bottom. He plops you onto the bed, yet your kiss only breaks momentarily before heâs on you yet again.
The way your lips intertwine with his feels oh-so familiar, and neither of you can get enough. Rafeâs body is pressed directly on top of yours; you can feel his muscles protruding through his shirt, but thatâs not the only thing.
Rafeâs cock is hard, and again, he rubs into the crook of your thighs, seeking that desperately needed friction. Spit dribbles down your chin as Rafe suckles on your tongue. You push his chest lightly, and Rafe catches what youâre trying to do, so he flips you both so now youâre straddling him as he scoots back towards the headboard.
Rafe paws at the end of your his shirt, and if you didnât know any better, you wouldâve thought Christmas came early with the way he was looking at you.
You giggle softly at his expression, âClose your eyes, baby.â He couldnât close his eyes quicker, and you smirk mischievously. Despite his eagerness starting to make itself known, heâs still trying to keep up with his bravado.
Emphasis on trying, because his mouth twitches up into a grin, and you can tell his resolve is fading slowly but surely.
Rafe could easily just flip you both back over with no sweat, his power can overcome yours in an instant. But instead, he plays your game.
Itâs no secret that Rafe Cameron is utterly whipped for his soon-to-be wife, everyone down at the station was aware. Sometimes theyâd tease him, going on about how youâve got him âon a leashâ, and Rafe will never deny it. Itâs moments like these that make his mind reel; years ago he wouldâve never let his guard down in bed. But you were so different in the best way possible, different from what Rafe was used to.
He feels you pull back slightly and his hands squeeze your waist, but you move them right back to where they rested right on top of his head. He then hears a jingling sound come from next to him. But before he can truly react, thereâs a clink and then a tight squeeze on his wrist.
Rafeâs eyes shoot open after he inhales sharply. Heâs met with the sight of you and your black lingerie, he canât help but smirk.
âUsing my own cuffs against me, Peach?â Rafeâs face can only be described as smug. You donât respond to him, simply just observing his uniform underneath you.
Your fingers dance along his firm chest, slowly dragging down to the end of his shirt.
âHow about you take these off and we pick up where we left off earlier, hm? Let me fuck you properlyâHow you deserve.â Rafe speaks lowly, no doubt trying to get you to break, but you donât back down for even a second.
You still donât say a word to the man below you, opting to unbuckle his belt and slowly unbutton his pants.
You grab his bulge, both gentle and firm at the same timeâRafe doesnât think heâll ever get used to the feeling. You rub up and down, your grip making Rafe hiss. Abruptly, you bring yourself to a halt. Rafe groans yet again in annoyance.
âThis âcause Iâve been coming home late recently? Is my girl feeling neglected?â Rafe pouts at you, but you know itâs faux. You also know that he read you like a book, but you refuse to admit that audibly.
You lean down over his face and cradle his head, tilting it up so you can slide his badge off from around his neck so you can place it perfectly on yours. The badge itself is big and cold against your bare skin, and the chain feels just the same.
But before you can fully pull away, Rafe uses his free hand to grab the chain so youâre nose-to-nose with him. His grip is tight, and the pressure he applies as he gathers more of the chain in his hands makes your knees buckle around his frame.
âWhat happened to my sweet girlâMy good girl? Huh baby? You were doinâ so good tonight.â You can tell by Rafeâs tone that your teasing is only making him more pent up.
âTake this shit off before I break âem and then fuck you dumb.â You can feel Rafeâs breath against your face and it makes you part your lips.
You crave him and his cock desperatelyâCarnally. The thought of him breaking those handcuffs and then fucking you deep into the mattress almost makes you start drooling.
The way his dick will slap against your skin roughly as heâd keep you held down so all you can feel is him.
Him.
In and out, in and out.
You regain your composure, squinting your eyes at him before going to straddle his head.
Your plushy thighs rest on both sides of his head, and your wet, covered cunt is just above him. Rafe swears he can smell your arousal through your thin panties.
One of your hands grips the headboard, and the other reaches down to pull your panties to the side.
âYou talk tâmuch, do yâknow that? Someone âoughta shut you up.â You whisper before letting his lips meet your pussy. He glares at you but you pay no mind to it as his mouth opens and leaves a taunting lick to your folds.
He leaves an open mouth kiss to your clit before he starts to suckle on it. Your hand shakes as you try to keep your pussy on display for him, which results in his large, calloused hand yanking yours away and replacing it just as quick.
You can help but release the moan youâve been holding back as Rafe flicks his hot tongue at your folds. He switches between sucking and lapping at your sweet cunt, and you canât get enough. You grind down onto his face, his nose nudging your pubic bone.
Rafe finds this entire encounter amusing; the way youâve tried so hard to maintain this facade of dominance, the way you try to mute the angelic sounds of your pleasure. He wants to see how far youâll goâhow much he can inflict on you before you break.
Your back arches and you tilt your head back, giving Rafe the perfect view of his shiny golden badge that rests in the valley of your breasts. If Rafe wasnât busy devouring your cunt as if it were his last meal, he wouldâve craned his neck up to bite on your hard nipples.
Your chest heaves up and down, not raggedly but not gentle either.
âFu-ck, RafeâŚâ The sound of your soft whimpers and the obnoxious slurping coming from underneath you fill the room. Your legs begin to twitch around him and you feel a tingling sensation overcome your senses.
âYeah thatâs it! Make me cum, Ray,â you manage to speak through your string of gasps.
You feel the temporary euphoria fade as soon as Rafeâs mouth removes itself from your puffy pussy, as well as the free hand that held your panties. Instead, heâs pushing your body up and away from his face.
You look down at him and he meets your gaze challengingly; he wants you to beg for your release, and thatâs the last thing youâll do.
Abruptly, you slam your cunt back onto his face, grinding harshly against his rosy lips as his nose bumps your clit.
Rafeâs taken aback, and his breath is stripped from him. Your movements are frantic and it makes him feel lightheaded in the best way possible.
âOr maybe itâs because he can hardly get a breath in, heâs not very sure.
A wave of pleasure washes over you as you moan carelessly and buck wild and unceremoniously. You desperately gasp for air, as does your boyfriend. He inhales and exhales sharply against your mound, it manages to ground you without trying.
You lift up off of him, watching as your juices drip from you onto Rafeâs chin. His entire mouth glistens as he looks at you, wide eyes blown.
You begin to lower yourself so now you straddle his waist again. You lower his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. Rafeâs tip flashes an angry red, no doubt from the teasing but also the neglect.
You slide your panties off, watching as your arousal leaks from it. You begin to grind down on Rafeâs aching dick, watching as it glides between your wet folds.
Your hands rest on your shoulders and you kiss him once more. Your back arches into his front and Rafeâs free hand goes to hold you in place. But you reach around and grab his ever-wandering arm, pinning it so it now lays limp next to his head.
Rafe breaks the kiss, âNow Iâm not allowed to touch you, huh Peaches?â Rafe groans through his gritted teeth.
âDonât think you deserve to, Officer,â you let out a broken gasp as you slide down onto Rafeâs length. You take him inch by inch, just like youâre accustomed to. Rafe groans, and he sounds rather aggravated. âOh yeah? Fine by me, sweetheart.â
His teeth are practically scraping together as he hisses at your warm cunt sucking him in, the veins in his neck and forehead are nearly bulging, similar to his throbbing cock that nestles itself deep into your core. Rafeâs glaring at you, and a part of you wonders how easy heâll be on you if you beg to switch rolesâto have him handle you in ways nobody has before.
You glide up before easing yourself back down, a soft moan rips from your throat. âMmfhâŚFuck.â
You eventually find a steady rhythm, allowing yourself to bounce yourself on Rafeâs dick.
Down and up, down and up, and down again.
You feel him in your throatâyou feel him just about everywhere. Heâs stretching you out so nicely, and the former ache you used to feel never comesâyour pussyâs been molded to fit around him.
Rafeâs staring at you, mouth agape, before a look of determination graces his godly features.
Before you can even think about taunting him, Rafe roughly snaps his hips, causing you to let out a booming, pornographic moan and a string of curses.
The wrist you were once holding breaks free from your grasp, and it crashes down on the skin of your ass. Rafe leaves two harsh slaps before he grips your hip and nearly impales you on his cock. He slams you down just as he thrusts up into you.
Rafeâs feet are firmly planted on the mattress.
âHa-ah! Oh fuck! B-baby!â You shout as your face makes a beautiful âOâ shape, the one that Rafe canât get enough of.
Rafeâs splitting you open, his brutal pace never faltering even for a second despite his restraints.
âYeah you like that baby? Feel good, donât it?â Rafe pants before continuing. âThe fuck did you think this was, huh Peach? Thought you were in control?â All you can do is whimper in response.
âNow look aâyouâdrunk on this fucking dick.â Rafe emphasizes his words with his equally strong thrusts. His balls slap against your skin, making you feel hot all over. You let out loud âah ah ahâs as Rafe pounds your pussy.
âH-ahâFuck. Havenât been taking care of my girl properly. Now youâre acting up. See I l-let you get away with that shit in the car, but lemme tell you somethinâ, baby.â Rafe grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in so his lips are leveled with your ear.
âAt the end of the day, Iâma always have you crying on this dick.â Rafeâs tone is low and leaves no room for debate. It makes you even more wet, if thatâs even possible at this point.
âUh-huh, uh-huh,â you whine, leaving a trail of drool on Rafeâs bicep.
Rafeâs no doubt bruising your cervix; it aches but you donât want him to stop, not in the slightest.
ââS so good, Ray! So good, ohmygod!â You slur as Rafe continues to bounce you up and down on him.
âAweâI know, baby. But youâre gonna take it right? You told me you were a good girl earlier.â Rafeâs mocking you at this point.
âYes! Yes! Iâm good, Iâll be good fâyou! So so good!â You babble senselessly.
Rafe grunts, and you feel him twitch inside of your milky walls. He removes his hand from your waist and instead starts to rub circles onto your clit. His thumb works quickly and effortlessly.
âYâgonna cum, babe? Yeah? I can feel you twitching around me.â Rafeâs glad youâre spacey and unknowing right now, because his tone starts to grow desperate.
Heâll be damned if he finishes before his woman.
âOh! OhIâmsoclose! Please let me cum,â you practically sob. Those are the only words Rafe can make out besides your never-ending pleas.
âThatâs it Peach, focus on this cockâfocus on how good I make you feel.â Rafeâs shameless with his moaning now, not holding back with showing the pleasure that makes his balls tighten up.
Your breaths are shallow as you claw at Rafeâs pecs; your nails starting to poke holes through the wife beater that resided underneath his work shirt.
âI ca-ant, âs too much!â You yelp through a hiccup.
âYou can and you will, Peach. Câmon give it tâme.â Rafe coos, now taking pity on your withering form.
âOh my f-uck! Oh god!â You sound absolutely heaven-sent as you reach your climax. You can feel your liquid release drip from your weeping pussy.
You tighten up around Rafeâs thick cock, making his grunts morph into higher-pitched, guttural moans.
âYou-yourâre squeezinâ me so tight, fuck, Peach! Fuck!â Rafeâs thrusts are erratic, seeking nothing more than to blow his load.
âWhere-â Rafe swallows deeply. âWhere, where, whereâtell me where, please, Peach!â Rafe lets out a shaky breath alongside a throaty whine.
He hears a tear-filled âinside!â, your overstimulation becomes apparent to him yet he canât stop; he canât hold his warm seed in any longer as he then paints your insides a pearly white
âSh-hit! Mmnghâh-hah,â Rafe sighs as the tight achy feeling on his balls dissipates.
His cock twitches for a bit inside of you, but you canât find the urge to care as you flop down onto his firm chest. It feels as if thereâs water in your ears, and youâre floating.
ââcus on my breathing, Peach,â is whispered into your ear, and itâs muffled, almost far away.
You feel a hand rubbing circles onto your back, and soft kisses being pressed to your temple. The cold badge makes itself known yet again with its chilled touch compared to your hot skin.
âIn and out, beautiful. There you goâ-There you are, pretty.â Rafe mumbles in your ear.
You both are still panting, but the rise and falling of his chest is what finally brings you back down to earth.
âHoly shit,â you whisper, making Rafe chuckle before leaving another sugary-sweet kiss to your face.
âYeah, holy shit is right, babe.â You giggle softly.
You both sit there for a few more minutes before Rafe eventually speaks up.
âThink you could uncuff me so I can run you a bath, Officer?â Rafe teases, thatâs when you look at his bounded hand.
His wrist is inflamed, and you feel a wave of guilt wash over you despite his attempt at comedic relief.
âNo, donât feel bad,â Rafe drags out. âI enjoyed it just as much as you did, itâll go away in a few days.â You pout as you take the small key from the dresser and unlock the handcuffs.
âIâll let you run me a bath if you promise to let me massage your wrist after.â You smile at him.
âYouâve got yourself a deal, Peachy Girl.â
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Save a Horseđ
Summary: Wandering around in the apocalypse was hell until you came across a a ranch, finding a injured horse you helped it finding the owner and things getting a little heated with an older cowboy
Pairing: Cowboy Negan Smith x f!reader
Warning: Age gap, reader is in 20s Negan is mid 40s, p in v, praise, virginity lose
Inspired by @lanadelnegan storiesđ¤
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The apocalypse hit and everything happened so fast, I was with my family at our farm for some time watching the news, listening to the horror stories on the radio, we thought that we could go unscathed since we hadnât been affected and that all the food and water we needed was on our land but all that changed one night when a hoard of walkers ran down our farm, my parents were first trying to fight of the walkers, quickly being ripped apart their screams still lingered in my head whenever I thought about them, then it was my two sisters trying to flee but got surrounded taking them down as well, I was lucky enough to get to my truck finding an opening in the walkers and driving away from my home, leaving me all alone on the road
Now itâs been 2 years going from place to place just trying to survive, to find a reason to keep living in this cruel world, Iâve been able to dodge as many walkers as I can, that wasnât the main problem anymore, the food shortage was what dwindled my hope
My truck had broke down a while back so now Iâve just been wandering on foot, walking through the trees trying to get some shade from Georgia summer heat when I hear a groan and thud, I follow the direction of the whines on a left of what have might caused it, walkers, people, god knows what now a days
Rounding a tree I see a horse laying down on the ground, I approached slowly not wanting to spook it having experience with horses back on the farm, kneeling in front of it petting its soft black mane
âHey girl, what are you doing out here all alone?â She didnât look injured she was laying down fine, maybe she just got hot it was one of the hottest days Iâve ever lived in even in Georgia
I took out one of the bottles of water I found poring some of it over her face to help cool her down then poring the rest in a bowl I had in my bag and she was quick to drink it
After some time I stood up taking her lead rope trying to get her to stand up, I couldnât leave her here all alone for some walkers to eat her alive maybe she came from somewhere near by
Walking through the trees she would occasionally change our course more like she was leading me than I was her until we got to a break in the trees, a ranch in perfect condition, a few horses grazing the field, little sheepâs hoping around, a chicken coop and a cozy little cabin like house right in the middle of the land, a brown bronco truck parked out front
Opening the gate, closing it behind me and the horse so the other animals wouldnât get out like she did somehow, when a deep voice stopped me in my tracks
âSee ya brought Missy back, been wondering where she went off toâ coming down the porch steps was a older man, cowboy hat, white shirt, blue jeans and boots, maybe it was the lack of human contact or even interactions but damn was he fine, I didnât realize he was right infront of me till he cleared his throat breaking me out of my oogling
âOh yeah, I found her out in the woods she must had heat exhaustion so I gave her some waterâ my stomach feels like itâs in knots, I havenât felt like this in so long, heâs said a few words and Iâm entranced by him
âA nice and pretty girl might just have to keep ya around darlingâ he smirked making my knees weak, but I still have my values Iâm not just going to jump his bones even though the urge is so strong
âOh I mean if youâre able to take me in Iâll earn my keep, help around the farm, anything I justâŚ..I canât stay out there alone any longerâ I said praying heâd give me a chance, some hope
âYa sure you know what youâre doing around a farm?â He asked as he looked me up and down, lingering on my chest
âI grew up on a farm, I know what Iâm doingâ
âHmmm well come on in, see where you can stayâ I let Missy go so she could run off with the others, following him inside, it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, cute kitchen, wooden accents around the house, he kept walking down a hallways till he stopped at a room waiting for me to go in first, it was cozy, I donât care if this place was trashy as long as I can be stress free and have someone to keep me company
âYou like it?â He asked from the doorway
âI love it, thank youâ I said as I sit on the bed letting out a long awaited sigh
âHow long were you out there?â
âI donât know time is hard to keep track of out there, maybe 2 yearsâ
âDamn girl, 2 years did you atleast have someone out there?â
âMy farm fell early taking my family with it when the walkers came, so itâs just been me until nowâ
He gave me a pitiful look it made the blood rush to my cheeks
âCome on darlin, supper should be done, should get some food in youâ he said waving me out of the room and Im quick to follow him to the kitchen where I sit at the table as he dishes up some food, fresh food something I havenât had in well forever it feels like
He sits across from me at the table taking his hat of showing his dark brown hair streaked with some grey, biting my lip to stop myself from fantasizing about running my hands through his hair, pulling on it as I feel his beard scratch against my legs
âSo whatâs your name darlin, like to call you something other than sweet namesâ he smirks obviously realizing my constant leering but he didnât make it easy
âIâm fine with your little names but itâs y/nâ
âYou got a spark still considering how long youâve been out there, how old are you even?â
â20 you?â
âLetâs just say Iâm old enough to be your fatherâ
âNot a problem for meâ I said under my breath
A few weeks went by and I did what I said, working hard around the farm, waking up early to collect eggs from the chicken coop, feeding the horses and sheep, picking any ripe berries from the garden all before he was even up, no different from today, I laid berries on our plates and scrambled some eggs finishing right when he comes out of his room, scruffy hair, boxers and a black tank top showing off his tattoos, yes I earned my keep but the tension between us was growing stronger and stronger everyday, every touch, every long night of staying up talking I have to do something about it
âMorning Negan sleep well?â I asked as he sat across from me, our usual spots since that first day
âGreat darlin, wouldâve been better if you were next to me all nightâ he smirked, heâd do this tease me and act like it was nothing but it was something to me especially when Iâd stay up late at night touching myself thinking of the things heâd say
âNegan youâre driving me crazy you know thatâ I said chomping on a strawberry
âYou think I donât hear you?â
âWhat?â My face flushed, please god donât let it be what I think it is
âAt night, when you think Iâm fast asleep, I hear you moaning my name, whimpering when you canât make yourself finishâ he said his voice getting deeper as he leaned further across the table
âI donât know what youâre talking about, I gotta goâŚâŚ..go clean up the hayâ I said flustered and completely embarrassed standing up and leaving the house to the barn
OH MY GOD this is so embarrassing, heâs heard me touch my self to him what is wrong with me, itâs only been a week and I canât control myself, maybe because heâs everything I want, strong sexy makes my knees weak and panties wet, plus I have so much pent up sexual frustration, growing up on a farm and not being allowed to date led to me now, a horny 20 year old fantasizing about a man who generously gave me shelter and food, Iâm a mess, a horny mess that wants to ride this man all day long
I get to the barn pitchforking any loose straw back into the pile trying to figure out what Iâm suppose to do now, how do I face him again after heâs heard me moan his name
âI can hear your crazy thoughts from here darlingâ I look to the barn door seeing him dressed in blue jeans, cowboy boots, his cowboy hat and a brown plaid
âI canât take it anymore Negan, obviously you know that now, please justâŚâŚ..â
âJust what baby?â He asks his voice deeper again as he gets closer gripping my waist, his hands alone engulfing me
âJust touch meâ
He leans down grabbing the back of my thighs lifting me to straddle his hips, my arms wrapped around his shoulders now face to face
âYou sure you can handle this sweetheart?â
âI need it, I need you to fuck me please Iâve been so goodâ I say as he litters my neck with sloppy kisses
âYou have, such a good girl for me, guess you deserve a big reward for thatâ he smirks as he squeezes my ass, laying my down in the hay pile
âFuck you got me so hard, you know how hard it was to not bust into your room hearing your sweet moans just begging for me to plow this pussy?â He grips the bottom of my sundress hauling it off over my head leaving me in just my panties, my tits completely exposed
Hearing him groan as his hands roam my body, from my hips up my stomach to caress my tits rubbing his thumbs over them making my panties even more soaked
âThat feels so good, doesnât feel like this *fuck* when I tryâ I whimper my body feeling like itâs on fire
âNo one ever make you feel good darling?â He says as he leaves kitten licks against my nipples feeling like lighting shooting from them to my clit, trying to grind against his thigh between my legs
âNo, no oneâs everâŚ..â
âNo ones ever touched you, youâre a virgin?â He continues to suck hickeys down my stomach stopping at the hem of my panties
âOnly youâ I moan needing more
âDonât worry Iâll make you feel good babyâ he removed everything heâd wearing going to throw his hat in the pile of clothes but is top him
âStop!âŚâŚkeep it onâ
âYou like cowboys? Wanna take a ride?â He smirks as he pulls down my panties leaving us both naked
âI mean I did save your horse, itâs only right to ride the cowboyâ I say as I flip him over to straddle his hips, his dick standing big thick and prominent, heâs really gonna stretch me out good
âOh ya itâs only rightâ he laughs squeezing my hips hard as he helps me move them back and forth grinding on his dick getting it wet
âI need it pleaseâ
âTake your time darlingâ he says as he lifts me up so Iâm hovering right above him feeling his tip gently pushing against me
I slowly push down feeling the pressure and stretch, it hurt god it was way bigger than my two fingers
âFuck baby youâre so tightâ he grunts
âIs itâŚâŚ.is it all in, youâre so big I donât know if I can take much moreâ I moan uncontrollably, all this sexual frustration finally breaking free
âJust a little more, come on be a good girl and take itâ he helps push me down the rest of the way till I feel his skin flush against my clit
I sigh I relief that I got it all in but the sting isnât pleasant
âTake your time cowgirl, wanna get you nice and stretched before you try and ride your cowboyâ he laughs as he sits up kissing my neck again and rubbing my clit to help distract the pain
âGod I canât waitâ I say gripping his shoulders as I start moving up and down, slowly at first feeling him deeper and deeper each time
âFuck baby this pussy is gonna be the death of meâ I take his hat putting it on holding it with one hand just like I would when riding a mechanical bull, bouncing and gyrating fast and harder and deeper feeling him hit that spot where it makes me see stars and screaming his name over and over as I feel that tension build up in my lower stomach
âCome on cowgirl, cum on my dick, make yourself cum, let it outâ he says meeting my thrusts over and over driving even deeper
My hearing goes fuzzy feeling like my whole body is lit up with pleasure, itâs never felt this good before doing it by myself, soon feeling a warm liquid shoot up inside me, dripping down in between us making a sticky hot mess
Coming back down to earth from that mind blowing orgasm I feel his hands roaming up and down my back, his chest pressed against mine
âDid I do it rightâ I moan biting my lip slowly grinding on him
âDamn darling, that was the best fuck of my life, yeah you did it right, look great doing it to, could get us to thisâ he says laying back in the hay hands behind his head
I sat up feeling him slide out whining when he popped out his cum dripping onto the hay as I lean down against his chest
âI want moreâ
âDamn baby girl, they were right good girls really are the most frustratedâ
We spent the rest of the day in the barn, him taking me in every position imaginable, everyone better than the last until we were exhausted and my pussy ached so good
âGlad you found my horse that dayâ
âMe too Neganâ
I want this man desperately damn, Iâm newish to writing this kind of story so if you got any tips lmk
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Meeting your ex jjk boyfriend again after your breakup
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Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x fem!reader
Word Count: 3,1 k
Warnings: cheating in gojo's part, overwhelming emotions in every part lol
Well that escalated quickly. If you want a part two with Geto, Sukuna, Chose and/or someone else let me know đ¤
Gojo Satoru
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You hate to be here. Just the thought of seeing his face again makes your guts turn. When was the last time you encountered each other?
When he was with her.
âDonât panic, Iâm here with you. Remember?â, Utahime mutters into your ear while walking up those cursed steps towards jujutsu high.
âI thought Iâd never have to see that jerkâs face againâŚâ
âWell, not when youâre the second strongest. Donât let that idiot ruin your mood.â
You sign to yourself, gaze drifting over your beloved students.
When you found out your long-term boyfriend Gojo Satoru cheated on you with none other than Mei Mei, you dropped out of Tokyo Jujutsu High immediately. It was Utahime who took you under her wing and made you the teacher you are today â at Kyoto High.
Those past two years, you really managed to stay away from him. After changing your phone number countless times, after searching day and night for a place to live that he wonât find so easily, you finally lived in peace. Far away from the pain he caused, well distracted from your still messed-up feelings.
But now youâre back. And you will be forced to meet that prick.
âThere they comeâ, Nobara mutters while her gaze drifts over every person that comes into frame.
âHey, whoâs that woman over there?â
âThatâs (y/n), a former student here at Jujutsu High. She attended the same class as Gojo-sensei. Right now, sheâs working as a teacher at Kyoto Highâ, Megumi explains briefly.
âFormer? Why isnât she here anymore? Iâd love to borrow those boots from here. Damn, that outfit really rocksâŚâ
âThere have been someâŚincidents with Gojo-senseiâŚâ
Nobaraâs eyes widen in pure curiosity, her eyes scanning you up and down.
âHer, with that white-haired idiot?â
âWhat are my lovely students talking about?â
Megumi rolls his eyes out of instinct when the tall man comes to a stand behind them.
âOh look, the students from Kyoto High arrives with their tea-â
His breath gets stuck in your throat when your eyes make contact with his. How long has it been since he last saw you?
You lookâŚflawless. Your hair a little longer than in his imagination, your body well-built by the countless training hours you might have spent over there at Kyoto High.
But your cold gaze is still the same as on that fateful day that still repeats itself over and over inside his head.
Fuck.
âLook whoâs thereâ, he jeers from afar.
You feel like vomiting all over the floor. Were you really dumb enough to think your feelings just disappeared into thin air? You force your eyes away from him and to stare at his students instead. You just need to get those few days over with. Only those couple hours and youâll get away with not seeing him for another 2 years.
âShut up, Gojoâ, Utahime warns him next to you.
âItâs nice to see youâre still as weak as before, Utahime! I wonder if youâre still crying all the time-â
"Funny, Gojo. It's nice to see your arrogance is still compensating for your insecurities. Some things never change."
The air around you freezes when those words leave your mouth, everyone around you going silent in an instant. Itâs only you and him. Him with that suddenly so hardened expression, you with eyes that spit venom his way. Â
âWhy donât you save your breath for someone who cares and just leave us alone until the competition starts?â
"TouchĂŠ. But if you're going to psychoanalyze me, how about we do it somewhere private? We have some catching up to do."
There it is again. That cheeky smile you know painfully well, the way he tilts his head to the side oh so playfully. Your heart wrenches, bleeds out like it did on that day you saw him.
In Mei Meiâs bedroom.
While she was naked.
âIâd rather die, asshole.â
Without gifting him another look you storm away. Towards the main building, as far away as possible without anyone being able to follow you.
Fuck, you swore to yourself you are over this shit. You shouldnât care about him, shouldnât even feel bothered by looking at him anymore. Only one glance at him and youâre completely losing it? You thought you were better than this, stronger than you were two years ago. But apparently, nothing changed. Youâre still crying over someone who betrayed you in the nastiest way possible.
A gentle grasp on your wrist rips you out of your nightmares and catapults you in an even worse one.
âLet go of meâ, you hiss through gritted teeth when his bright blue eyes meet yours.
"I definitely wonât make that mistake again. You can run all you want, but you know we need to talk. You canât keep avoiding this... or me.â
You yank your wrist away with full force when something inside you snaps.
"Talk? About what, Gojo? How you always think you can just waltz back into my life whenever it suits you? Iâm done with your games."
âStop calling me Gojo like weâre strangers. Just hear me out-â
"Strangers? Thatâs what we are now, Gojo. Whatever we had, itâs over. You donât get to decide when I listen to you."
Fuck, you hate the way tears start to burn in your eyes, how his sheer presence shakes you right to your core. Truth is, you never stopped loving him. Not even when he abused your trust like he did, not even when you caught him with Mei Mei that day. Until now, your stupid heart didnât get the message, still clings onto him for dear life.
And it hurts like hell.
Gojo takes a deep breath in and takes a step towards you.
"Please, just listen. That night - it wasnât what you think. I was trying to protect you, but I messed up by keeping you in the dark. I would never betray you like that. You have to believe me."
"Protect me? I saw you in Mei Meiâs room. If that wasnât what it looked like, then explain why you were there. Donât expect me to just forget what I saw and the way it made me feel. As if your fucking words mean everything!"
You lose it completely, your composure, those rough years of keeping you together. In that second, you lose yourself.
âThat night she called me because she told me about a special grade curse that was hunting after you. I entered her room just seconds before you stumbled in. If I had known this, that she only tries to entertain herself with spreading that fucking misunderstanding between us, I would have never-â
âHave you any idea how I felt that day? YouâŚYou were my life, Satoru! I would have died for you! And you didnât even care enough to follow me!â, you now cry out seething with emotion
âI thought I was doing the right thing!â, he shouts so roughly that you flinch. Â
âI thought you needed space, that weâll talk things out when you didnât respond countless times. I never thoughtâŚthat youâd actually believe I was cheating on you! You meant everything to me too, and the thought of losing you, of not even knowing where you were, has been killing me. Iâm so sorry for not chasing after you. Until this day, thereâs nothing I regret more than giving you space in that fucking moment, I should have fought harder to make things right. Fuck, I missed you every single day since you were gone and it kills me, it fucking kills me I canât call you mine anymore!â
Are thoseâŚtears glistening in his eyes. Is that really Gojo Satoru, standing in front of you, crying?
âSeeing you like this⌠I donât know if it makes things better or just harder. Maybe youâre genuinely sorry, but the pain you caused me is real. Itâs not something that can be fixed with words or tears aloneâŚâ
âJust one kiss.â
He draws closer, the heat of his body paired with his signature perfume now so close that you feel like fainting for a second.
âGive me one kiss and Iâll leave you alone.â
âA kiss?â, you breathe out.
His lips haunted you in your dreams frequently, how they felt pressed against yours and comforted you through everything. You hated how your mind always remembered you of what youâve lost.
Those kissable lips, that mouth that never failed to make you smile.
But nowâŚa kiss?
"Just one kiss, to remember what we had, to see if thereâs still something between us. If it doesnât change anything, Iâll walk away and give you all the space you need. But if thereâs even a spark left⌠I need to know."
Your mind races as you consider his request with a wave of feelings rushing over you like a tsunami. Memories of your shared moments flood back, the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his touch, and the sweetness of his kisses that used to light up your whole fucking world. But what if he hurts you again? What if all those words are nothing but a filthy little lie to play with you all over?
Your heart pounds while you close your eyes briefly, trying to push through the pain and the intensity of the situation. The idea of that one kiss, despite everything, pulls at your heartstrings. That moment of vulnerability and a chance to confront whatâs been haunting her dreams, close enough to touch and feel...
Finally, you open your eyes and nod slowly, your voice barely a whisper.
"One kiss."
Gojoâs eyes soften with a mix of relief and hope as he leans in, his breath warm against your oversensitive and touch-starved skin. His lips meet yours with a gentle, hesitant touch. A bittersweet mixture of longing, regret, and a lingering affection that speaks of all both of you once shared, the feelings that still rise from the ashes between both of you â feelings that never really disappeared. Truth is, you never really stopped loving Gojo Satoru. Even if he shattered your heart into thousands of pieces, even if your heart still aches, you canât escape his gravity.
Out of instinct, you wrap your longing arms around his neck like you always did, press your body even closer against his. Only that one touch, that one kiss in order to feel that he lied.
But instead, the taste his falling tears on your tongue, feel his desperate hands on your waist. DidâŚGojo Satoru miss you as well?
As your lips part, a tear slips down both of your cheeks while heavy breathing fills the cramped room between you.
"From the moment you left, Iâve been lost without you. I thought I could move on, but every day without you has been unbearable. I missed you more than I ever thought possible. Iâve been living in a world where everything reminds me of what we had and what I threw away by not following you that night. I never stopped loving you, not for a single fucking day.
I know Iâve made mistakes and Iâve hurt you in ways I can never fully make up for. But standing here now, feeling your arms around me and knowing that you still care... itâs more than I deserve. I love you, and Iâve always loved you. If thereâs any chance for us to rebuild what we had, Iâm willing to do whatever it takes. I need you to know that my feelings for you have never faded, and they never will.â
You look at him with a mix of longing and hope, your eyes silently asking for what youâre yearning for.
"One more kiss," you whisper,
"just to see if itâs real.â
Toji Fushiguro
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Your eyes are focus on the glittery liquid that swirls around in your glass, too focused on the play of color to even listen to that jerk opposite of you.
â(y/n), are you even listening to me?â
âOf course, go onâ, you mutter through your hand without even looking up.
To be honest, your dating life has been a mess since that one guy. Dates each and every night, nameless men who cling onto your rock bottom for dear life. Getting showered by meaningless compliment that are supposed to drag you into their beds, the bitter taste of gammahydroxybutyricacid on a regular basis.
Just like now. Liquid ecstasy.
You raise your eyebrows, allow yourself a glimpse at that muscular guy with a face that looks like out of every plastic surgeons dream and that fake rolex around his wrist. As if youâd be dumb enough to actually swallow that shit. But on the other hand, you might as well wait until he spent all his money for you in that way too expensive restaurant before leaving him standing in the rain.
âYou have to be the prettiest woman Iâve even seenâ, he jeers while grabbing your hand.
You force down that wave of puke that threatens to take you over and put on the sweetest smile you have to offer.
What a loser, honestly. Not even able to read a woman properly.
But none of the men youâve met since him were.
âArenât you thirsty? Donât you like your drink?â
Yeah, like youâre dumb enough to drink that shit.
âIâd actually like to eat something before drinking. Otherwise, Iâm drunk immediatelyâ, you give back oh so innocently.
He lets out a disgusting laughter, his hungry eyes almost pilling you out of your skintight dress. Well, thatâs what you get for going on a date with someone who calls himself selfmade CEO of something that has to be another lousy pyramid scheme.
Letâs get this over with.
Your eyes dart around the room aimlessly in order to find a way to escape later on. Unfortunately, the toilets donât provide a window and as it seems, you wonât be able to escape that main hall. Screw those fancy restaurants and their high alert.
Itâs a feeling that crawls up your spine so suddenly that your head yanks to the right out of instinct.
Cold eyes. That scar on the corner of his mouth that flinches when he catches you staring at him.
So familiar cold eyes that you feel like fainting for a second.
It canât be him, itâs impossible that itâs him-
âToji?â, you breathe out.
You havenât seen him since that day.
Since the two of you broke up.
You swore to yourself to never see that man again, moved to Tokyo on order to get lost in the crowd, went on countless dates to fuck his face out of your mind.
But as soon as your eyes land on him, your guts twist just like they did before, a wave of fright washing over your usual so broad back.
âI need to goâ, you mutter, not even caring about that douchebag on the other side of the table anymore.
You need to get out of here, need to hide in some lonely corner, need to move to another city. Or another country? It seems like heâll always find you, no matter where you go.
The cold air of the night hits your face like a wall as you stumble out of the restaurant. Where are you supposed to go? Aimlessly, you haste through the next alley, eyes darting behind you as if youâre haunted.
That toxic fucker, that crazy man who apparently didnât accept your breakup at all. Toji is no one to be messed with, a maniac when it comes to his toys.
And you are one of those toys. Well, you hope you were.
âThink you can escape me like that?â
The next second, you find yourself pinned against a wall with no way out.
âLet go of me, you freakâ, you press out, not even daring to look up at him.
Fuck, youâre absolutely screwed. Thereâs no way youâll get out of here like you did last time.
âIs that how you greet the love of your life, huh?â
He grabs your cheek firmly and forces your head towards his.
There they are, those dangerous eyes. Up close, in their full glory.
You feel like puking.
âI donât love you anymore. You treated me like shit.â
Thatâs what you told yourself over and over again, literally tattooed on your heart. You canât love a guy like him, heâll never give you what you need and want.
âSo youâre telling me that guy who wanted to fuck after your blackout is better? Canât tell me you didnât notice that loser put something in your drink.â
âItâs none of your businessâ, you hiss through gritted teeth.
âEverything that has to do with you is my business, babe. You did a good job hiding from me for a few months. But you canât escape meâ, he mutters against your ear.
His hot breath against your naked and oversensitive skin almost sends you over the edge, forces that knot inside your stomach to start pulsating all over again.
That fucker who knows your body so well. That asshole who plays with your feeling all over again.
âWeâve broke upâ, you remind him with unsteady gaze.
âSo you have no feelings for me? Hate me? Just because I killed that guy-â
âYou killed so many people that I lost count. I canât do this!â, you blurt out.
âBut do you love me?â
Your heart almost pounds out of your chest, sweat now covering your forehead only by looking at him. So many nights, youâve drank enough to forget your own name.
But you never forgot his.
âDoesnât matterâŚâ
âSo you do.â
Before youâre even able to protest, he lifts you up and cages you against the wall. And your lousy traitor of a body? Wraps your legs around his waist as if none of this ever happened.
âIâll make it up to you, princessâ, he mumbles into the crook of your neck, now placing gentle kisses on your bare skin.
You want to tell him to stop, want to yank your body out of his demanding grasp.
But instead, you let your head fall back and close your eyes.
Fuck, you missed this. You missed him.
âAnd donât ya dare to run away from me again. Youâre mine.â
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I MARRIED MY STALKER âmore on page 4
Tim Drake x reader || part 1 || 1760 words
a/n: okay so some context, this is supposed to be an isekaiâd reader. only been in this universe for a month but knows dc lore. also i wrote 90% of this literally 2 years ago lol i stay silly
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It was a strange situation. Laughable, in a twisted kinda way. You knew you had a stalker. You hear him follow you home every night after work. Or, well, morning technically. You get off that late.
You've never been one to write something off as paranoia. Especially now that you lived in Gotham. Especially especially since you lived in the Narrows. Like you're not stupid.
Whenever you would turn around, checking your surroundings, you wouldnât find him. The footsteps weren't on the ground, you've elicited. He was up in the rooftops, doing parkour. Great.
You really hoped it wasn't a supervillain. Imagine that, you're given the miraculous opportunity to carve out a new life for yourself in a big city and you almost immediately get killed horrifically by a guy in a halloween costume before you even get a chance. Actually, with the way your luck goes, that checks out.
It was becoming increasingly clear the predator didn't just know your work schedule, either. When you'd go out for groceries, or to a diner, heâd often find you then too, following you around town. It was like he was studying your behavior patterns, which actually is pretty typical of a true old fashioned stalker, now that you think of it.
Even so. He never got any closer than he always did. Never actually attacking you. And eventually, you got used to his presence, thinking nothing of it when you heard the occasional scuff of boots against the concrete and metal of the city.
But the strangest thing happened as you shambled home from your second job tonight, eager to get on with your evening.
You see him.
Or, at least, you see his shadow. His form silhouetted against the wall, standing bold as he eclipsed the red glow coming from some sort of neon sign.
He doesn't move, as you stare at the shadow on the wall. Which strikes you as odd, if not terrifying, because you had gotten the vibe that this man knew what he was doing. It was like he wanted you to know he was there.
And you recognize the silhouette. That's Red fucking Robin.
You take a deep breath. You are relieved, truthfully. Even if it was clear he thought of you as some sort of target.. Or maybe he was protecting you from the real stalker, and the supervillain theory was truer than you'd hopedâŚ
âI don't believe I have any information you would want,â you call out, trying to figure just what the hell he thinks heâs doing.
âThatâs not necessarily true,â his voice is different than you expected.
âSo like. You gonna beat the shit out of me or can we go up to my apartment and have this discussion over a pot of coffee?â
âIâ I would never hurt you,â his calm and deep voice cracked for a second, like he couldn't believe what you just implied. You know as if he hadn't been stalking you almost the entire time you'd been in this goddamn city.
âSo my place it is, then,â you confirmed.
âYouâd invite a dangerous vigilante into your home?â
âAre you saying you donât have the ability to âlet yourself inâ at any time you please?â
âWell, no,â
âThen I don't see how me voluntarily letting you in is any less dangerous.â
And that's how you wound up in this situation, nervously pouring a mug of coffee for one of Gotham's infamous vigilantes.
You were glad that he for some reason took this softer route. As you recall, whenever a Bat wants to have a talk with someone they usually just appear in the shadows of their home or office, scaring the bejeebus out of them.
You couldn't completely tell, because of the mask, but you got the feeling he wasn't looking around. He'd already studied your apartment, most likely. His eyes were trained solely on you.
"Room for cream and sugar?" you ask. You know the answer. You're a barista in the daytime, and you've served a certain Wayne Ent. CEO more than a few times already. Which, now that he could be your stalker, makes sense. He was scoping you out. Great.
"No thanks. I prefer it black."
"Dark like you, right?"
He cracked the smallest of smiles as he took the mug from your hands, like he was holding back from outright grinning. Strange. That was a really lame and overdone joke. Maybe he doesn't get out much.
"I like it black too," you ran a hand through your hair,
"I know youâve been following me around," he looked a little guilty at your accusation, "but I donât know why. I havenât done anything suspectââ
âIâm protecting you,â Tim butt in.
âIâm in danger?â
He shifted uncomfortably.
"âŚI canât say that you arenât.â
âGoddamnit," you set the mugs down on the table a little too aggressively, "So what am I looking at here? Joker? Poison Ivy? Condiment Man?â
Tim looked sheepish as you poured the coffee into the mugs. As much as he could with that mask, anyway. He grabbed a mug and took a long sip, swallowing loudly. Ah, it was a little too hot, but he was trying too much to act cool to let on to the fact he just burned himself. He let out a breath to cool off his tongue, but played it off as a sigh.
âI canât tell you.â
You sighed deeply, yeah, thatâs what you thought heâd say.
Well. As much as you didnât like the sudden interruption of your new life, you had been wondering when you were going to be pulled into something like this. You knew it was inevitable, otherwise you wouldnât be here.. Right? People donât get sent to other dimensions for no reason, right? And besides, now that youâve settled in, youâve started to get bored.
"So whatâs our game plan?â you asked as you took a sip. Ah, a little too hot.
âGame plan?â
âYou know. The part where youâve got an overly complicated plan to catch this criminal and you need my help as bait,â
He smiled at you, incredulous, âYouâd want to be bait?â
âNot. Necessarily. No,â you took another sip to cover up your eagerness, âI just want to help,â
âHelping is my job, Sweetheart,â he took a long sip to look roguish, âyouâre a civilian,â
âYeah but,â you tried not to sound put down by his reluctance to let you into his world, âYouâ I⌠Iâm interested in not being a civilian, if you know what I meanâŚâ
Tim stared at you, trying to compute what you were asking of him. Feeling silly, you put up your dukes and mimed punching someone to make your point. It was really cute, actually. He grinned at you.
He did not expect.. this. He thought youâd be scared. He thought he could metaphorically take you to a scary movie just so youâd cuddle into him out of fright. He did not think your brain wouldâve picked the âfightâ option out of âfight or flightâ. Maybe he underestimated you. Miscalculated his moves. Albeit, this might be way more interestingâŚ
âTrain me,â you tried not to sound too desperate.
You held your breath, waiting for his answer.
Tim focused on the coffee, letting what you just said linger in the air. This was a dirt cheap brand of grounds, burnt and acidic. Heâd have to get you some real coffee soon.
âOkay.â
You released the air in your lungs with one big huff. Hopefully your breath didnât smell too bad, as you basically washed his face in it. Even a strand of his bangs fluttered. Real smooth, dumbass. But you quickly forgot that insecurity as your brain caught up with what he said.
âReally?â
âYeah, really,â
âNo interview or anything? Not that I canât be trusted, but how would you know I can be trusted?â hey stupid, stop trying to talk him out of this.
âWell I already uh,â he coughed awkwardly, âI already know a lot about you,â
âAh, yeah, you were stalking me, werenât you?â
You had no idea what the fuck kinda info he could have considering you donât really have a background to check in this universe, but okay.
Tim scratched the back of his neck, âYeah.. Sorry about that. It was all for your safety, I promise,â
You giggled, âThank you, Mr. Robin, I do feel safe now, knowing it was you,â
âOh uh,â you could see a blush start peeking out from under his mask, âMy pleasureâ I mean uh, itâs my duty to you. âAs you are a citizen of Gotham, I mean.â
âSo when do we starââ
You were cut off by his communicator beeping. He put a hand up to some earpiece he had.
âOn it. Be right there,â Tim told someone over the line.
He looked back at you guiltily. You waved your hand in a âitâs fineâ gesture.
âGo be a hero Mr. Robin,â you stood to start taking the mugs to the sink.
He held up a finger to ask you for a second as he basically dumped the entire mug into his mouth and gulped it all down. He parted from the mug with a gasp of satisfaction, and you snickered as you finally took it from him.
He stood and brushed himself off while you busied yourself at the sink. You didnât really worry about whether he was about to disappear into the night like he was never there in the first place. Heâd be back. Watching you in the shadows like he had been every night youâd been here...
Did he know you werenât ânativeâ, so to speak? Maybe whatever trouble youâre in now is apart of how you got here in the first place. Youâll have to ask him laterâŚ
A hand found its place on your shoulder, and you turned around to him fumbling with his communicator with the other hand. You felt a buzz in your pocket.
âHereâs my number, Iâll text you later, okay?â
You noticed how he didnât even go through the formality of asking you for your number. Guess weâre a little past pretending this is a normal interaction between two people who want to get to know each other better. You smiled at him as he started making his way to your door.
âBye Mr. Robin,â
Chuckling at the nickname, he turned back one last time as he held the door, âBye Y/n,â he grinned at you before making his disappearance back into the shadows of the night.
#red robin x reader#tim drake x reader#red robin x you#tim drake x you#dc x reader#tim drake x male reader#tim drake#red robin#tim drake imagine#red robin imagine
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an honest man
Tyler Owens x Reader
Lily reveals the truth about Tyler's night, leading to confrontation
warnings: cussing, angst, but fluff at the end!
"Tyler Owens!" you shout , storming into your motel room. The rusty door slams with a rough shake and a deafening clang. The entire floor probably felt the shake of it but you could care less. You were going to skin Tyler alive. You beeline to the bathroom door, hearing the shower running. "Tyler you open this door right fucking now." you demand, jiggling the locked doorknob.
"Y/N? What is it doll what's the matter?" his voice is laced with concern as you hear him stumble out of the shower. He cracks the door open, hair dripping wet, shower still running. His eyes are wide, startled at your fuming expression.
"Do you care to explain why Lily says you were out 'till 2 am drinking with Kate?" he looks at you, flabbergasted. "You said you were out with Boone."
"Baby I was with Boone 'till like midnight, I was with both of them. Lily headed in with you and those two hung around. Kate was just the last to call it a night. We were up chatting real late." he replies nonchalantly. You roll your eyes.
Ever since this Kate girl rolled in Tyler's been smothering her like she's a baby in need of a blanket. He coddles her, taking attention from you. Every other word is Kate, Kate, Kate. It's like he's not even chasing for the storm, it feels like an excuse to be around her.
"I don't believe a word you say Tyler. You weren't in bed 'till 5 am, and I thought you were coming from Boone's room. Now I hear that Kate told Lily you were out 'till 2 with her, so what happened between 2 and 5, Tyler?" you demand, your voice growing angrier with each word. He sighs, stepping back.
"Can I at least finish my shower first?" he pleads. You scoff, letting go of the door. "You can go lick her boots Tyler. I'm sick of this." you storm off, leaving the room with a huff. You walk mindlessly until you reach the bar you were at last night.
You push the doors open and sit down at one of the rickety stools, ordering a Coors. And another, and another, until you're properly tipsy enough to not give a shit about where your fiancĂŠ may be. All you do is take down beer after beer, your empty stomach churning at the bubbly alcohol, your eyes getting wet each time they meet with the glistening stone on your left finger.
Tyler was a perfect man, a perfect partner. He understood you, he took care of you, and all of the sudden that's all tossed out the second some new city girl shows up. Even Lily noticed the shift in behavior. It was uncharacteristic, and no matter how mad you were, you just wanted Tyler back to being completely yours.
About two hours and a half pass by of you just wallowing in your own pity- even the bartender was shooting you looks every time you ordered another drink. By number 5, he tells you to cool down and has you close out. By then Tyler is also meandering towards you.
"Baby." he says. You don't look at him. "Y/N. Darlin' look at me."
You still refuse.
"I didn't sleep with Kate, or do whatever you think I did. I was talking to her about her accident. She had an accident years ago with an experiment gone wrong that killed her friends- we were unpacking it. We were getting to know each other. She was wanting to get to know you, too. I know it sounds bad, I know it looks even worse, but baby you have to believe me." he's begging at this point, shakily placing his hand over yours. "You're the only woman for me. The only person for me, the only one I could ever love. I can't look at nobody else the way I look at you. You mean everything to me. I'd let a tornado rip me away if it meant you could be happy forever. I never want to see you like this, especially if it's my fault. I just want to make this right honey."
Tears stream down your face. He sounds genuine, and you know he means it too. You finally turn your head, locking eyes. He's sorrowful, wiping your tears.
"Can you find it in you to forgive me?" you don't hesitate to nod. He leans over to kiss you, before outstretching his hand. "Let's get you to bed alright?" you let him lead you back to the room, feeling warm from the beer, and the affection he's showing you. This, this was your Tyler. The man you were going to marry. The caring soul you'd fallen for all those years ago.
He helps you change and tucks you into bed, kissing you earnestly. He murmurs sweet nothings into your hair as you breathe him in, drifting to sleep, secure in his arms.
#tyler owens x reader#tyler owens#twisters#twisters fanfic#twisters 2024#tyler owens fluff#tyler owens fic#twisters movie#tyler owens angst
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"What Are We" (part 1 of 5) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
Me?? Starting a new exploratory comic ahead of the final season when I already have two others I'm actively working on and one I've had to temporarily shelve because they were getting mixed up in my head??? Egads.
Anyway this is just a short silly fanfic-in-comic-form that I'm playing with dfkjhk. 3 more pages already on Patreon!
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Wide blue-toned panel with a close up of a city sidewalk at night, showing Nandor and Guillermo's legs from mid-calf down as they walk along it. Guillermo is in front, wearing tight chinos and pointed shoes, jauntily swinging his legs as he hums to himself. Nandor, in his usual boots and long cape, trails closely behind. He says, as if continuing an earlier conversation, 'Then what are we now, if not master and familiar?' 2. Shoulders up of Guillermo from the front, Nandor a few steps behind. The city behind them is awash with blue and streaked with streetlights. Guillermo, wearing a dark peacoat over a dress shirt, is clearly drunk, flushed and grinning as he watches his feet dance along the sidewalk, shoulders swaying. He responds happily, 'Well, you're my best friend!' Nandor frowns slightly, unsure. 3. Repeat. Guillermo rolls his head to aim a teasing grin over his shoulder, pointing at Nandor as he sings, 'And I'm yoursss~' Nandor pulls himself forward to hover right behind Guillermo's shoulder and attempts an imperious expression, flustered. He retorts, 'If only for lack of a better term!' Guillermo immediately shoots back, 'I am!' 4. Repeat. Guillermo continues walking unsteadily forward, closer to the viewer, his flushed and grinning face taking up the left side of the frame from nose to chest. He adds, giggling, 'At least for the next 50-ish years!' Behind him, Nandor has stopped, blinking in surprise as he takes this in, his hands twiddling together at his chest. 5. The panel grows smaller, darker, crowding in on Nandor, the only one left in it, as he furrows his brow and stares uncertainly at the ground, shoulders slumped. Offscreen, Guillermo drunkenly shouts, 'Mas-' he interrupts himself with a burp - 'Nandor, the ferry is goooone!' A few more empty blue panels follow, getting thinner and smaller as they go and the night ends. 6. Some time later: Knees up of Nandor sitting on one side of the loveseat in the fancy room, doing a talking head. He is now wearing a studded leather tunic and fur vest and is staring with a deep sadness at the camera, hands folded in his lap. He says, '...I had of course considered that, by remaining human, my new best friend Guillermo would not be around as long as the rest of us. But 50 years?? That is no time at all! I took 22 just mastering the game of pinball! Time is so fleeting...before I know it, he will be gone.' 7. Repeat. Nandor takes a moment of silence and looks down sadly at the empty cushion beside him on the loveseat, hands twisting together in his lap. 8. Repeat, zoom in to chest up, background fading to red as white intensity lines halo around Nandor's head. He sits straight up and faces the viewer, chin up, a new confidence in his furrowed brow and straight shoulders. He announces, 'I have to turn him.' /end ID
#wwdits#nandermo#mlm#what are we comic#guillermo de la cruz#nandor the relentless#wwdits s6#what we do in the shadows#what we do in the shadows fx#shadowsart#my art#fanart#fan comic#image described
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late night snack.. kang no-eul x f!reader
written by @yenyu1s ( ËśË ÂłË(ââ Ű ââ)
pairing(s) : kang no-eul x f!reader
contents : fluff/comfort, a droplet of hurt? - minor cursing, mentions of assault
synopsis : kang no-eul would've never expect that her late night run to the convenience store would turn into an unexpected moment of warmth, as two strangers find comfort in each other over instant noodles and canned coffee beneath the storeâs fluorescent glow.
wc : 3.05k
(a/n) first sg post in my blog! :3 i took inspiration for the storyline from a c.ai bot of kang no-eul made by @collupz ! i really hope you guys enjoy ⥠i might make this into maybe a 2-part, 3-part series? let me know if you liked this one and give me ideas for the next part if you have some on your mind ^-^
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late night snack cravings was a weekly affair for no-eul.
she'd step out of her makeshift house (that is, her teal minivan..) and would make her way to the nearest, cheapest motel to take a hot, soothing shower. before beelining to the nearest CU.
no-eul drowned out the sound of cars buzzing by. rather, she focused on the crunching and rustling of her combat boots on the pavement. her furrowed eyebrows and chiseled face illuminated by the street light's glow, deep in thought.
the annual squid games was about to start, and no-eul was called in to fulfill her role as a guard. her slender fingers brushed against the fabric as they slipped into the pocket of her jacket, searching for the familiar shape of whatever lay inside before finally revealing a business card. she scanned the odd logo, reminiscing of the first time she was given the business card two years back : a circle, square and a triangle. on the other side of the business card a series of numbers forming a phone number.
she wasn't exactly thrilled at the invitation.. yes, the job earned her enough money to pay for food and daily needs, infact it paid more than her usual part-time job as a pink bunny mascot at the local theme park. she was pretty good at being a guard. she liked the quiet thrill humming beneath her skin, the notch and curves of her sniper felt comfortable and familiar.
but the money wasn't enough to fulfill her utmost desire : bringing her daughter home.
a few days ago, no-eul had barged in to the north korean defector shelter, demanding for information of the whereabouts of her daughter. slapping a decent stack of money on the broker's desk.
"let me be honest with you, how do you expect a one-year-old to survive in north korea without her parents?"
the brokerâs words cut deep into no-eulâs still beating heart. she had heard the same thing from every north korean broker she visitedâeach one worn down, their hope long extinguished. but she refused to let go. she clung to the belief that her daughter was still out there, waiting to be wrapped in her arms once more.
she paused beside a narrow, dark alleyway, her decision finally made: she would join this yearâs squid games as a guard once again.
she fumbled with her phone to make the anticipated call, business card in hand.
as she was messily typing out the mysterious number on the keypad, a high-pitched shriek pierced through the quiet nocturne, making no-eul's half-lidded eyes widen, and chapped lips part in shock.
"help! stop it!-"
the helpless scream came from the depths of the alleyway. no-eul didn't know what got into her. she was never the type to be a savior, she would usually turn a blind eye.. heck, she kills people for a living!
however, she felt her legs move, picking up her pace, and she entered the unknown, vast alleyway. passing by shut-down market stalls and abandoned storage rooms. the cold air hitting her face as she sprinted.
she reached the end of the backstreet, slowing down at the sight of the end of the alleyway, a brick wall, with you.. cornered. your body being strangled and pushed up by two large men.
"we told you to pay us back until the end of a week! where's our money huh?!" the huge man strangling you spat at your face.
your dangling legs kicked and kicked as you struggled for air, you tried to slap at the hands that strangled you, but the other thug pinned your dainty hands into the cold brick wall.
your panicked eyes found no-eul's stoic ones, hidden under her baseball cap. the older woman burned with quiet fury. she didn't hesitate.
with a swift motion, she lunged toward the first thug - the one who was strangling you. her foot connecting with his knee, sending him crashing to the ground with a loud grunt. she grabbed his collar and shoved him into the brick wall, her voice low and lethal.
"never lay a finger on her ever again."
you leaped out of his grasp, coughing and gasping for air, hitting the hard pavement. the other thug's attention diverted to the mysterious woman that had showed up in your defense.
"ya! who are you, bitch?" he roared, scrambling forward to land a punch.
in a fluid motion, no-eul took charge and grabbed his arm, twisting it before slamming him to the ground, panting as she held him down.
by now, you had already picked yourself up and dusted off the dirt that sprinkled your stockings. you reach to fix your skirt that had been ridden up as you were being hauled into the wall.
your gaze finally fixated at the woman who was kneeing the last thug to remind him of his defeat.
your breath hitched as the moonbeam revealed the woman's face that was hidden beneath her tattered hat. her eyes had something fierce in them, sweet determination. her freckled nose pointed high. you saw how she parted her chapped lips for fresh air, the way she gave the thug a harder shove to the ground with her calloused hands as she scolded him. and, oh, her hands. the muscles under her skin twitch as she held a forceful grip on the thug.
the two men slowly pulled themselves together, not strong enough to pose any threat. they stumbled off to the distance when no-eul loosened her grip on the last man. she ran her hands through her hair before picking up her tall frame from her kneeling position and turning to you.
"you okay?" she exhaled sharply, and brought her full attention to you. her cold eyes scan you up and down, assessing you for any injuries. her demeanor still aloof.
you were.. pretty, to say the least. maybe adorable would be the right word. she was in awe of your doll-like features.. the moonlight gave her the chance to get a better look at you. your hair slightly disheveled from the force those loan sharks brought against you. the way you looked up at her, with admiring eyes.. she felt as if she could have a brain meltdown that second.
"thank you, oh, thank you.." you gushed, snapping out of your trance. you reached for your oversized messenger bag that was left untouched on the ground. "i-i don't know what could've happen to me if you hadn't been there.."
"are you sure you're okay?" the tall woman repeats, more quietly this time. a hint of worry evident in her voice.
"yeah! not even a scratch!.. please, how could i ever thank you?" you assured her as you lift your head to look up at her once again, both of your manicured hands reached for her tense, rough ones. "here, have you eaten dinner yet? i'll buy you dinner at the convenience store down the corner, my treat!"
no-eul scoffed in disbelief as you basically dragged her out of the gloomy alleyway into the sidewalk. you didn't even give her the chance to answer, or think! she squinted and narrowed her eyes at the change of lighting.
"i.. i guess i haven't had dinner yet.." she mumbled, and cursed herself for having no self-control.
i nodded, "me too.. oh, hurry now, unnie, it's getting cold outside." you doted, fixing your pink plaid scarf as you picked up your pace, loafers stomping on the concrete.
no-eul mentally facepalmed herself. it wasn't so much that she was being called unnie, but rather because she was so easily persuaded by you. she would've just outright refused if it was anyone else, but looking at you.. all sweet, innocent like a lamb, even after getting assaulted. your aura was completely different from hers and it fueled something in her.
the woman sighed softly, she followed behind you into the convenience store, taking in the sight of your short frame and pink scarf, dangling off your shoulder.
the doorbell of the CU rang, welcoming the pair. you dashed straight to the drinks aisle, scanning for cold, crisp water. sighing in relief as you chugged the water bottle.
"you gonna pay for that?" the store clerk joked, leaning against the register.
you shot him an annoyed look before glancing back at the woman you had just met a few minutes ago. her eyes scanning the instant food aisle, she picked up her usual cup of cheap seafood ramyun and studied the nutrition facts. her tired eyes indicates for a much needed caffeine boost.
"oh, i really like that flavor!.. tastes like home." you gasped, grinning from ear to ear, standing by her side. reaching over to grab a matching ramyun cup
she could easily feel your body heat and warmth radiating from you as you stood by her. no-eul kept the same stoic look she had in her face when she first looked at you. she wondered how you could be so calm after what had happened. you even offered to buy her a meal!
"thank you.." the woman muttered, her voice light, spinning the canned americano she picked up at the drink aisle on the counter.
"don't mention it, i should thank you! without your help.. i might've been dead by now." you tried to joke. no-eul felt a smile creeping up her face as she leaned deeper against the register, which was rare to see to people who might know her.
you paid for the meal and glared at the greasy store clerk, forcing a smile. you both take turns pouring hot water into your instant ramen cups before plopping yourself on the bar stool by the window. the bright, fluorescent neon sign illuminating the view infront of you.
no-eul sat next to you, her broad shoulders brushing against yours. you shivered at the feeling and you could feel her tense up at the interaction.
"i'm glad you're okay." she said, almost inaudibly.
no-eul could feel your eyes on her. she placed her hand on the rim of the ramyun cup, taking in the warmth.
you played with your nails, nodding. "i'm glad you're okay too, unnie.." your voice sweet and low.
you both sat in silence for a minute, waiting for the ramyun to cook and bathe in the hot water.
"how old are you?" she blurted out, unable to hold her tongue.
"s-sorry?"
no-eul grimaced. shutting her eyes.. she probably said that too bluntly. she quickly tried to salvage her question.
"oh, i.. um, wanted to know your age." she said, gently this time. "you.. seem rather young, to be out here alone at this time."
"ah~" you nodded in understanding, "well i just turned 26 a few weeks ago.."
26..?
26..
you were 4 years younger than her. a surge of protectiveness smothered no-eul.
"you're young.." she managed to breathe out with a faint smile, unable to get a better response out. her heart thumping in her chest.
"well? how old are you unnie?" you asked with a tinge of curiosity before a wave of realization hit you, "oh my, should i even be calling you that? i'm sorry!" you covered your mouth in embarrassment, scolding yourself on being too careless.
no-eul grinned at the question. she didn't mind you calling her unnie.
"i'm 30, 30-years-old. um.. i don't mind being called unnie." she nodded, looking at your reflection in the window.
she couldn't help but stare at your face. the way you nod your head and puff your cheeks in consensus, the way your face lit up as you realized the ramyun was ready, and how you stuck out your tongue, focusing on trying to split the wooden chopsticks in two.
you were too darn cute for her own good!
no-eul carefully opened her ramyun cup and broke her chopsticks, warm steam fusing with the cold air. she looked over to see you take your first bite before taking a nibble of the seafood ramyun herself.
between bites, the conversation flowed easily, lighthearted with airy laughter here and there. the world outside seemed far away as the pair chatted about everything and nothingâ your lifelong dream of being an english teacher, no-eul's pet peeve of people chewing with their mouth open, your embarrassing phone addiction.. no-eul even brought up her past, how she defected from north korea. however, she left the mention of her daughter a story for another day.
she admired how easy you were to talk with, the tension between you two definitely melted away after about an hour of chatting your heads off. unbeknownst to you, heat crept up no-eul's face as the minutes passed by, getting to know you better. she was good at hiding it. however, you on the other hand, would blatantly blush and avert your gaze out of shyness here and there throughout the conversation.
"ugh, how am I going to get home.." she heard you complaining to yourself. your eyes flickered between the clock on your phone's lockscreen and the outside world. a gust of wind blew leaves that were scattered on the ground in all sorts of direction, you shiver at the sight.
"do you live around here?" she asked, taking a slow sip of her canned coffee. the ring on her thumb tapped against the metal with a soft clink. in the polished surface of the band, you caught a faint reflection of your own face.
you blushed at the sight of fine jewelry decorating her sleek hands. "yeah.. well i go to school at the university a few blocks down. i was going home for the day but got stopped by those loan sharks."
"..loan sharks?" no-euls eyes widened, shifting in her seat. how could someone like you be involved in something so.. dangerous?
you averted your gaze back to your half empty cup of noodles in shame. "well, yeah.. you know, when scholarships donât cover enough, and part-time jobs barely pay for daily necessities, you start getting⌠creative with your options."
no-eul felt a pang of guilt and sorrow taking over. even though you both are polar opposites in terms of aesthetics, you were.. just like her.
"i think we're on the same boat." no-eul chuckled, her comment made you raise your eyebrows.
she continued hesitantly, "mm, my part-time job isn't the best.. the pay is shitty and well, you know.. co-workers." she hummed, no-eul was surprised she was able to open up to someone this easily. gosh, what were you doing to her?
you nodded in understanding, admiring the pretty woman in front of you. your heart softening slightly at the way she was able to ease your mind.
"i get you, unnie. sometimes i feel like i'm in my own bubble, i don't really have any real friends or family to be around with that i could pour my guts out to." your soft voice was like a symphony that seeps into the quiet spaces of no-eul's heart, tugging on her heartstrings.
no-eul was glad you both shared a gentle understanding for each other. the sweet smile on her face betrayed her cool, tough outer shell. she felt comforted and seen by you. that was all that matters to her at the moment.
"i'll probably just take the bus home.. i think i still have some credits in my flash card." you thought to yourself, chewing at the last chunk of soggy dried vegetables.
oddly enough, no-eul didn't want the night to end. it was probably due to her being deprived of human interaction, but she was certain she didn't want to leave without catching your name.
you were in the middle of packing your bags when you felt a cold hand reach for your forearm. turning your head, you caught no-eul's saddened eyes.
"when can i see you again?" she whispered softly, her voice rumbling in her throat. her touch lingered for a second longer.
your breath hitched, fixing your eyes on the change in no-eul's expression. is this the same stone cold, fierce woman i met just a few hours ago? you asked yourself. you smiled, your eyes crinkled at the softness that appeared in no-euls demeanor.
without a word, you reached into the pocket of your messenger bag, pulling out a pink glittery pen. you looked for something to write on before taking notice of the business card that peeked out of no-eul's jacket's right pocket.
without asking and knowing the origin of the business card, you snatched the piece of carton and scribbled your name and contact number on it over the cryptic unknown phone number that was inked into the card. doodling a heart next to your name before handing it to the freckled woman.
"if.. if you are in need of someone to talk to.. or a lunch buddy.. i'm one call away." your voice light and full of hope.
the hope no-eul needed in this cruel world. it took no-eul everything in her to hold her back from reaching over and pinching your cheeks.. you were too adorable and charming for someone like her!
no-eul's eyes lingered on the business card. once, to her, it had been nothing more than a plain, worn piece of brown cardboardâjust another business card sent to her from her higher-ups. but now, with your name and number etched upon it with pink glittery ink, it felt different, it meant something to her.
she watched as you pivoted on your heel, heading towards the convenience storeâs front door. you paused before it, your gaze flicking back to her. "i never caught your name, unnie."
no-eul pursed her lips into a thin line, before burying her hands into the pockets of her jacket, building up anticipation inside of you. "no-eul, kang no-eul."
you flashed her a toothy grin which made her heart fully explode, "no-eul.." you whispered, testing the name on your tongue, "..pretty."
oh.
no-eul went into full shut down mode at your compliment, her knees buckling, stomach churning.
what are you doing to me? she thought to herself.
you were oblivious to no-eul's breakdown, instead you gave her a small smile and wave before mouthing a cute little 'bye!' as you exit the convenience store into the night.
your name echoed through each and every nook and cranny in her mind, until it became the only thought in her head.
she couldn't wait for the next time her world would collide with yours again.
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Deployment Birth
Jake Seresin One Shot
Pov: jake misses the birth of your baby while on deployment but the Dagger Squad makes sure they help you along the way.
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The old saying goes âWhen you know you knowâ and that was the truth for Jake Seresin. The moment he met Hazel itâs like the stars in his universe aligned as sappy as that sounds, but there was just something about her that made him simply⌠know.
When Hazel moved to North Island the last thing on her mind was finding someone to be in a relationship with but the universe on that one fateful night at the hard deck when she met up with her childhood friend Natasha Trace had other plans. Hazel wasnât sure if it was the Southern drawl or the million dollar smile or maybe even the captivatingly gorgeous green eyes that stared deeply into hers like she was the only one in the room even though they were surrounded by the many patrons of the Hard Deck on a Saturday night, but Jake Seresin stole her heart that night whether she realized it right away or not.
The usual cocky, egotistical, womanizer Aviator everyone was used to had changed faster than they could blink. Cocky attitude was replaced with sweet nothings and compliments. Flowers on a random Tuesday just because and coffee runs on his lunch just so he could see you for 10 minutes. Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep.
They moved in together after dating for 9 months. She brought warmth and life to Jake's boring beige apartment which he loved. He loved the throw pillows that now adorned his couch, the scented candles that seemed to be in each room. The pictures that now hung on the walls, he loved it all. The engagement followed suit after a year and a half of dating and the wedding wasnât too far behind. It felt like a whirlwind romance to everyone around them but they just simply knew. They were each otherâs person, made for each other by the gods above so why waste anytime when you just simply know.
Hazel was not used to having a partner that actually put in effort. When they say âif he wanted to he wouldâ Jake always wanted to. The smallest of things like doing the dishes, getting her shower ready to just the right temperature that he knew she liked. Having a glass of wine and her book ready for her on the coffee table after a long day of work so she could relax while he sat on the couch with her watching a muted tv with sports recaps on it just to spend time with her. He wanted it all. At first it scared her, but once she realized that Jake wasnât like her past relationships she was in deep too.
2.5 years in a new journey was about to begin.
She stood in the bathroom staring at the test on the counter. 2 dark pink lines staring right back at her. She wasnât convinced at first but the 5 tests she took told her otherwise, all showing the same result. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. She was growing something half Jake and Half her. She honestly couldnât believe it. They werenât actively trying but they decided that if it happened then so be it, and honestly, she couldnât believe it happened.
The next week was spent going to the doctorâs office just to confirm that she was 100% pregnant (which she was). 5 weeks to be exact. Once she realized it was without a doubt positive she began trying to come up with a creative way to tell Jake.
She stood over the box on the kitchen island making sure it was perfect one more time before gently closing the lid just as she heard the door of Jake's truck close from outside their apartment. Hazel acted like she was busy tidying up the kitchen counter when she heard his boots thud across the hardwood floor as a hand wrapped around her waist from behind and a gentle kiss was placed to the top of her head.
âHey sweetheart. How was your day?â I smiled as I turned around and faced Jake as I gently wrapped my arms around his neck
âIt was good. Busy. How about you?â Jakes smile widened as he looked down at me
âLong and tiring. Was flying from the moment I got on base till it was time to leaveâ
âSounds like itâs going to be relaxing on the couch and takeout kind of night?â He smiles as he leans down and places a soft kiss to my lips
âits like you read my mind sweetheartâ
I smile as he removes his arm from around my waist and walks across the kitchen. I admire how good he looks in his khaki uniform. He always looks so good. It almost has to be a sin for someone to look that good. He stops at the sight of the box on the kitchen island
âWhat's this?â
âJust a little something for youâ I smile as he looks at me almost confused as he looks back down at the box
âIâm not forgetting something am i?â
âno..go ahead and open it upâ
I smile as I watch him look between the box and myself a few more times before slowly grabbing the lid and opening the box as I lean against the kitchen island, my eyes never leaving his face as he looks at the contents of the box. His hands grip the sides of the box as he intently stares at the small pair of aviator sunglasses and a small onesie that says âdaddyâs wingmanâ with a jet underneath it. He quickly looks up at me and back down at the contents of the box multiple times before looking at me.
âare⌠are you. youâreâ
I smile widely as I look at him nodding my head yes as he tries to form a complete sentence. Before I could even get a word out he closes the distance between us as he rounds the corner of the island and cradles my face in his hands as he stares into my eyes and quietly whispers
âweâre having a baby?â
âwere having a babyâ He leans down and places a soft but passionate kiss to my lips, resting his forehead against mine as he looks into my eyes
âI canât believe thisâŚ. Were⌠were going to have a babyâŚâ
I smile as I gently place my hands on his shoulders as he moves his hands to my waist as we stand there in the kitchen together. The smile never leaves his face as he slowly kneels down in front of me and rests his forehead against my stomach as he quietly whispers something I canât fully make out to my stomach. Excitement settling between the two of us as the realization that our greatest adventure together was about to begin in a short 9 months.
They say pregnancy is supposed to be a happy time in a coupleâs life⌠and I suppose thatâs true if your husband is not in the military. Nothing can ruin the happiness of a pregnancy like the word âdeploymentâ⌠a 6-month deployment at that. 6 months which happens to be the amount of time that I have left in my pregnancy. 6 months that will be cutting it close to the due date of our baby, if the baby comes on time that is. 6 months of experiencing everything alone. 6 months of sending updates and pictures through letters as often as we can send them. 6 months and the chance that Jake will miss the birth of our babyâŚ
Jake, Payback and Fanboy got the orders a week ago and they leave in 2 days. Those two days were spent barely leaving our bed. Jake's hand never leaves my stomach, caressing the very small baby bump that has formed. Two days of him talking to our baby telling them that they had to wait for him to come home before coming into the world.
âEveryone says that the first baby comes late as long as everything goes wellâ
I lay there running my fingers through jakes hair as he rests his forehead against my bare stomach running his thumb against the small bump
âI really hope they are right⌠I canât miss this.. I just..â he sighs as he places a kiss to my stomach
âI just really need you to wait for daddy to get home⌠just hang on tight in there for me pleaseâ
âWe will do our best honeyâ
The send off was a crying fest. Natasha had to drive me home and ended up spending the night to make sure I was okay. The Dagger squad tried to make this deployment as easy as possible on me as they could. Every Monday Bob came over for dinner. On Tuesdays Bradley and I went grocery shopping together to ensure I didnât have to lift anything on my own. Wednesdays Natasha and I went to a yoga class. Thursdays Javi came over and mowed the lawn and helped with anything I needed done, and on Fridayâs we all went out for dinner and ended the night at the Hard Deck together where I would sit and sip on water while we all went on with our lives. Well they went on with their lives like normal. I felt like I was on autopilot going through the motions each day.
Penny went with me to all of my dr. appointments and has been giving me some parenting advice here and there from when she had Amelia. Everyone made sure I wasnât alone even though I felt like I was a majority of the time. I made sure to take videoâs of our appointments so he can see them when he returns home. The sound of the babyâs heartbeat, the black and white screen showing our little baby moving around.
Every Monday I wrote Jake a new letter with a picture to show how much my belly was growing. With each letter I felt like my heart broke more and more. Each letter included something new about my pregnancy, like how I went to the appointment to find out the gender but refused to know what the baby was until Jake was home. Another one was about how I felt that baby kick for the first time. Another was how hard it was starting to get comfortable because my stomach was so big I could only fit in Jake's shirts anymore and waddle around like a penguin.
Another letter was simply just a list of names for either gender that we liked, eventually deciding on a name for either or that we felt would fit perfectly for our baby.
Each letter was met with a response about how he wishes he was there to experience everything with me. How guilty he feels that he is missing everything and the dreaded line of âI still donât have an exact date as to when I will be homeâ that one gets me every time and usually brings me to tears as it feels like the closer and closer I get to our due date that the reality of me having to do this alone is become more and more real as each day passes. And being 4 weeks away from our due date really made that fear a reality.
Each day this week I texted everyone the same excuse âyou wonât need to come over today. Iâm not feeling well. Super tiredâ. In reality I laid in our bed snuggled into one of jakes sweatshirts clutching onto his pillow as I laid their and slept and cried all week long. Friday night rolled around and I was laying in bed watching some crappy reality show when I heard footsteps and saw Bob, Natasha, Bradley and Javi standing in my hallway. Natasha walked into the room and knelt down by the side of my bed as I looked at her with my tired and red rimmed eyes
âWe pieced it all together when we got to dinner tonight. You arenât sickâ
âI mean I am sick.. Iâm sick of this deploymentâŚâ and thatâs all it took before the tears started flowing again as Natasha tried to console me.
âIâm so scared⌠Each day passes and it becomes more and more real thatâŚ. That heâs not going to be here⌠Iâm going to be doing this alone⌠I canât do this alone.. I .. he ⌠I canâtâ
After crying for a solid hour, I fell asleep as Natasha sat on the bed with me trying to calm me down. Bob, Bradly and Javi cleaned up the apartment and went to the store to ensure I had enough food in the apartment for next 2 weeks and picked up dinner from my favorite Chinese place to try and cheer me up.
We spent the rest of Friday night all crowded in Jake and Iâs bedroom. Natasha and Bradley crammed onto the bed with me while Javi and Bob settled onto the floor by the bed. If it wasnât for this group of friends right here I honestly donât think I would have made it through this.
The week of the babyâs due date approached fast and Natasha refused to let me be alone. She took up residency on the couch in case I needed anything or god forbid the baby decided to come. This week felt agonizingly slow. Like my body knew it needed to hold on but unfortunately it had other plans. 3 days before our due date I was standing in the kitchen making myself breakfast when I felt it⌠my water broke. I stood there with wide eyes and I stared at Natasha who was sitting at the kitchen island. It didnât take long for the tears to cascade down my cheeks as I realized this was it⌠I silently cursed my body for not holding on longer to even give the slightest chance that Jake could have made it home in time.
72 hours of intense labor later and the Dagger squad crammed into a tiny hospital room, Sonny Amelia Seresin made her appearance and my god did she look just like her daddy, green eyes and all. After a brief hospital stay we made it home and two weeks later we got the call that Jake would be coming home.
The Dagger squad and I made our way to the dock to welcome Jake, Reuben and Jay home. Sonny was curled up against my chest as I stood there frantically searching through the sea of people just trying to catch a glimpse of that familiar head of sandy blonde hair and green eyes. Natasha placed her hand on my shoulder and pointed and as soon as I followed the direction her finger was pointing I saw him. The instant our eyes met it felt like the first night we met all over again. It was like we were the only two there even though there were hundreds of people there. His eyes drifted to the tiny bundle curled up against my chest and I could see the tears from here. Itâs like the world was moving in slow motion as he made his way to us. The second he made it to us one hand was placed on my waist the other on my cheek as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips as his tears fell on to my cheeks. I love you whispered between the two of us before he pulled back and gently removed his hand from my cheek and gently ran a finger over his daughtersâ tiny cheek and ran his hand gently over her tiny tuft of sandy blonde hair on her head. The second she was in his arms he placed a small kiss to her forehead as she snuggled into his chest and greeted his daughter for the first time with tears in his eyes.
âHi my Sonny girl⌠Daddy loves you so so muchâ
Those words were the beginning of our new adventure together. A deployment may have gotten in the way but everything fell right back into place the second our eyes met when he got off that carrier. The stars in our universe aligned again and you could tell Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep with the way he looked down at his baby girl.
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