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a good man
{bodyguard!kento nanami x rich girl f!reader}
summary: kento nanami has been your appointed bodyguard since the age of nineteen. his poised, calm, respectable mannerisms having you falling to your knees over him as he was completely different than any of the other boys in your life⌠for he was a manâ taking care of your rowdy party girl behaviors and guiding you with the best advice and judgement he could possibly muster, and you loved him, gutted over the fact that he possibly only thought of you as a spoiled little brat who was useless and incompetent, as a client, and you wanting to be more than just that to him⌠except you were. for kento had already fallen over his knees for you.
warnings: MDNI. afab!reader, BRATTY AFFF RICH GIRL SPOILED READER sheâs a little baddie o yes, LOWKEEEYYY brat tamer kento MEEOOOWWW, FLUUFFF GALLOOREE!!, slight angst!!, kento is SOOO SOOFTTT AND A LIL GENTLEMAANN, blowjob YUM, oral m receiving, mentions of doing the sex, deep throating, SEDUCTIVE AF READER BRO, cursing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, sexual themes, kento is older than reader by three years, mentions of reader having âpink cheeksâ is only to amplify and over-exaggerate feelings of embarrassment, shyness, and everything in between, and not to be taken literally! this is a work of fiction, and you can imagine many things for yourself :)
word count: 20.3k (i yap i fear)
authors note: I NEED A FUCKING MAN !!!! LIKE KENTO !!! RAAAAHDVSJSBSJSJ this BEAUTIFUL precious concept was a blend and mixy of multiple requests i got for sir nanami blended into one!! :,)) i hope i did you guys justice to those who requested and sent in ideas my loves !!! <3333 AND I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE ITTT JUST AS MUCH AS I DOOO AAHHH !!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHH MWAAHHH !! <3333
âplease donât do that.â
you were undoubtedly the most defiant, stubborn girl kento had ever met.
âand why not?â you pouted. âitâs just for a little bit⌠and i canât leave my friend hanging when sheâs dealing with such a crisis! she needs my help.â
âyour help.â kento repeated. âshe needs your help going to a partyâŚ. at one in the morning.â
âitâs not a party itâs a small gatheringââ
ây/n the hour is ungodly right nowâŚâ he sighed, rubbing his forehead. âi donât believe this is very wise.â
you finished applying your blush and stepped back from your large vanity, quickly placing your brush back in itâs holder and grabbing your bottle of perfume, spritzing it.
âitâs fine ken!â you looked up and smiled. âiâll just be gone for a little while iâll be back beforeââ
âiâm sorryââ he held a palm up. âyouâll just be gone? darling, you realize i have to go with you.â
âbut whyyy?â you mumbled, slouching dramatically and chucking your perfume bottle on your bed. âtwo hours! just give me two hours i promise iâll be backââ
âiâm afraid not.â
âwhyyyy!â you whined again, and kento only looked at you with a straight stoic face.
âbecause itâs my job to go with you and you know that.â
and youâd always been defiant and stubborn, kento having known you since you were a little girl as both his and your father were family friends for years, your upbringing a little different from his as your father was exponentially wealthy and owned various companies and properties, his parents just so happening to work for him and gain special bonds and camaraderie over the time of your growing lives.
though kento was only three years older than youâ the gap nothing notable or too drastic, it sure as hell felt like it with how bratty and rebellious you were sometimes on a day to day basis that he had to bare witness of since the age of fourteen.
so why kento thought of you so much when you were the epitome of a spoiled princess⌠was a little unclear to him.
or maybe he did know exactly whyâ the reasoning transparently clear, to a fucking T actually⌠yet his pride and the oath he had set with your father the minute kento started pursuing his desired career after high school, hindered him from ever admitting anything to anyone. especially you.
and because he constantly ignored the way he felt, he was regrettably perplexed every time he was around youâ which was literally every single second of every waking day since the moment he received his protection licensing⌠for kento was your bodyguard, hired by your father who saw his interests in technical protection training, and trusted no other man around his daughter other than kento himself, encouraging him to pursue it as a career in the promise that he would guarantee him a positionâ one with a pay that would have him set for the rest of his life so long as his precious little daughter was happy and safe.
and kento took the offer without so even as a twitch in his serious expression for two reasons.
the first was the obvious, to solidify proper employment for himself in the career that heâd always paid particular interest in ever since he was a kidâ to make a man out of himself and work under prestigious and professional levels of security with someone, your father, whoâs orders of authority were equivalent to a president, and a man he admired like no other and dreamed of owning a business that was as fruitful as his.
and the otherâŚÂ was to keep an eye on you.
you were reckless, bratty, naive, troublesome, silly, and never took absolutely anything seriouslyâ all things that worried kento to no end anytime you so even managed to slip from his sharp attentive line of sight since the both of you were young.
and you escaping him happened a little more often than heâd like to admit.
like now.
ây/nââ
kento sharply turned upon hearing your snickering little giggles zooming past him and trailing from down the hall already, him swiftly retrieving his blazer that he had previously set on one of your lounge chairs and settling it over his arm, long and hasty steps striding out of your bedroom and down the hall, him peaking in several dark open doors and hallways of your ginormous mansion of a home on his wayâ the clicking of your heels and you still giggling serving as a guide for him to find you.
he sighed.
âdarling, this isnât going to change the fact that i still have to accompany youââ
kento rounded the corner and entered one of the many lounge area rooms your father used for business meetings and partnerships, your little head poking out from behind one of the large sofas with a disgruntled pouty look.
âsays who?â
âsays me.â he took the blazer from his arm and extended it, shaking it out a little and preparing to put it on. âand your father.â
you let out a tiny grumble, getting up off your knees and standing.
âbut donât you wanna go to sleep ken?â
âvery much so.â
âso then go! iâm giving you permission heh!â you chirped, sending him a striking smile. âi wonât tell my father! or anyone! you deserve a good nights restââ
âiâm going with you and thatâs final.â
you threw your head back and groaned in frustration, kento finding your tantrum a little amusing as he chuckled and shrugged on his blazer.
âyou want to go to this event, yes?â
you funnily slugged on over to his side with dragging steps, eyes to the floor.Â
âmhmâŚâ
âso then enough fighting and letâs go.â he stepped to the side and gently ushered you forward. âiâd like to be back before your father wakes up.â
you walked forward and out of the lounge room, the both of you beginning your journey down the hall and towards the grand staircase, kento following behind you as you still internally huffed and puffed about him coming along.
your refutes to kento joining you werenât because you didnât like him or anything like that⌠it was quite the opposite actually.
you were obsessed with that man.
âyou scare my friends you knowâŚâ
the side of his lip quirked.
âdo i?â
âmhm.â
âhow so sweetheart?â
âi think itâs your face.â you turned your head around and looked behind you as you walked, hands wringing behind your back with a cute grin. âitâs so serious. and it might be because youâre always staring them down whenever they hang out with me.â
kento calmly walked ahead of you and stepped down a few steps, his hand automatically coming up to assist you and you taking it as you carefully descended down the steps, a gentle act he always did for you.
he pursed his lips.Â
âiâm simply doing my job⌠but i suppose i could lay off a bit.â
you giggled. âno itâs okay ken! i agree. they just donât know you like i do.â
ever since you practically met him you were obsessedâ him being the most poised and respectful piece of hunk to ever grace your life, as kento was so unbelievably different from all of the other straight up boys in your life that deemed themselves to be men, when in reality they didnât even come close to that whatsoever.
kento nanami was the definition of a man.
and out of everything that youâve ever received on a silver platter with zero hesitation since technically birthâŚÂ you wanted him the most.
except you were convinced he wasnât obsessed with you like you were with him.
because the second kento became your bodyguard at the age of literal nineteen, there wasnât ever a moment that you remember where he wasnât with you and pulled to your side like a magnetâ guarding and watching your every move and making sure that you were out of harms way no matter what, all things that were automatic and essentially part of the job description.
but you feared that it was just that.
that kento didnât view you the way you viewed him⌠that you were just a client to him and that the reason he was always around was because he had to be, and not because he wanted to.
you feared that kento only saw you as some helpless spoiled girl who couldnât do anything for herself and therefore always needed guidance, and you also feared that because heâd known you since you were little and became your bodyguard when you were sixteen, that he still saw you as a sixteen year old and not the full grown woman that you were now.
the thought was mortifying to you.
and you wondered if kento had ever thought about you as something more than justâ a client? maybe.. maybe as a lover?
did he at least view you as a friend?
but more importantly, if he wasnât your bodyguard⌠would he stay?Â
kento assisted you down to the very last step as you shook away your thoughts, the both of you making your way out through the front glass double doors and over to his car in the open driveway, a sleek and shiny black luxury SUV that you always preferred to sit in rather than your own vehicle as his little passenger princessâ always and forever and at times putting up a fight when your father would make you drive instead of kento, spouting some nonsense about how he didnât want you to forget how to drive and become an incompetent girl.
and youâd each time just scoff and roll your eyesâ your father always looking for ways to jab scoldings at you and fuss over every choice youâd make regardless of how big or small it was, believing you to be an incompetent girl anyways and you choosing to ignore him and scowl as you moved behind kentoâs big buff frame to hide, him knowing to take over and speak for you whenever you did, as your father listened to him better than he did you ever since you were young.
kento in a way also scolded you often and fussed over your choices⌠but he was gentle. never raising his voice at you or overstepping any boundaries that made you feel like you were stupid and incapable of things, him always giving you the chance to fix it or refute with an open mind and heart to hear you out⌠and you loved kento. that was a given.
and your dramatic self deemed that the day kento yelled at you for the first time for whatever reasonâ was the day that you died.
kento smoothly smiled over what you said with closed lips and opened the car door for you, you getting in and pinching the skirt of your flowy mesh dress to readjust once you were seated, straightening it up over your legs as he rounded over and got in the drivers seat.
âi know a way you can lay off a bit so you donât scare off my friends tonight ken!â
he started the engine and flickered on the high beams, your eyes squinting at the sudden brightness ahead of you.
âand that is..?â
you grinned and leaned over the center console, placing your elbow on it and propping your chin up with your palm, him looking at you expectantly.
so handsome.
âwhy donât you stare at me instead of staring at them!â
kento breathed in as he looked away, steering around and out of the driveway while your close proximity and sweet expensive perfume wafted all around himâ filling up his every system with everything that was wonderfully you as he tried hard not to let it show.
âi believe i already do just that.â he spoke. âitâs my job to watch you darling.â
âokay then watch me harder.â
he blinked, your wording somehow twinging a sense of provocativeness when it wasnât anything like that at all, and he wanted to wash his brain out with holy water for thinking of something inappropriate like that with you.
but you leaned even closer, lips by his ear as he turned the steering wheel to make an easy left.
âyouâre supposed to have eyes only for me right?â
kento swallowed.
âiâm supposed to have eyes everywhere.â
you playfully rolled your eyes and leaned back a bit. âokay⌠but maybe for tonight, just me!â
âiâm afraid if itâs just you i wonât be able to watch for any other signs of abnormalityââ
âoh my god booo!â you huffed and plopped back down in your seat, arms crossing as you stared ahead. âyouâre no funâŚâ
kento chuckled and lifted his arm, patting your head and you blushing before he placed his hand back on the gear shift, the only thing on your mind now was how much you wanted to stuff his big fingers in your mouthâ
âthe event is still the one on melrose street, correct?â
your eyes snapped in his direction. âhuh? oh yes! yes it is.â
he pursed his lips, an uncertain look on his face as you faltered and furrowed your brows.
âwhat ken? whatâs wrong?â
âis it the same host and organization as last time?â
âummâŚâ you pulled your phone out from your purse and scrolled to the initial invite you had received through a friend, perfectly manicured nails tapping away. âuh huh! iâm pretty sure⌠how come?â
âi donât think itâd be very wise to go⌠you got extremely inebriated the last time we went.â
you snorted and waved him off. âthatâs because it was my friends birthday ken. i was celebrating!â
âyou barfed in a bush as soon as we got home.â
âpart of the experience!â
kento shook his head and sighed through his nose, a small smile on his face as he peaked over at you from the side.
ârowdy little girl.â
little girl.
and you felt an unpleasant tug at your heart, you pursing your lips and wanting to defy what he called you.
âi was fine after though, was i not?â
you suddenly grabbed his hand and dropped it down on your exposed thigh, his rough hand making contact with your skin as he accidentally jerked the steering wheel and looked at you with bewildered eyes, you only throwing your head back and laughing.
âwhat?â you spoke in between giggles. âiâm cold! and your handâs so warmââ
âhoneyââ
âyour job is to take care of me right?â you sweetly smiled, and he felt a flutter of familiar yet confusing affection swirl up in his chest at the sight. âand youâre doing just that!â
kento cleared his throat and nodded, hand staying on your thigh and you giddy on the inside as he held it.
âjust know that i have a blanket in the back in case my hand doesnât suffice.â he mentioned, pulling up to a gated community. âthe weather is a bit colder these days.â
your eyes softened, staring at the side of his chiseled jaw and face as he exchanged a few words with the security guard at the front, flashing his ID before the guard gave him the all clear and muttered something over his walkie talkie, the gates slowing sliding open as a result.
âwhy do you have a blanket in the back ken?â you asked softly and looked down, the tip of your index finger tracing over the prominent veins on the back of his hand.
âfor you.â he replied. âyou get cold frequently.â
you grinned.
âawww you remembered!ââ
you unbuckled your seatbelt, jumped up from your seat, and flung your arms around his neck and practically stuffed his cheek up against your chest as you gushed, kentoâs eyes blinking wide eyed and cheeks fucking flaring as he tried to keep steady hands on the wheel and not swerve into the garbage bins in front of the designated mansion, music already blaring through and seeping through the vents of the car as he fumbled to shift the gear into parkâ stiffening the hell out of his neck and not daring to turn his head even the slightest in your direction in fear of facing your breasts head on.
âiâ i appreciate the sentiment sweetheartââ
you pulled back a tiny bit, your arms still tightly locked around his neck but giving him enough space to turn his head to look up at you now, your twinkling hyper eyes shining even through the darkness of the car, kento almost forgetting about the close proximity between the two of you entirely, and also almost forgetting about how this wasâ regrettablyâŚÂ considered to be inappropriate.
he was your bodyguard, he was supposed to protect you, not think about the way your perfect smile right now was so incredibly soul crushing and doing it in just the right way tooâ suffocating his entire being as he tried hard again, in real time, to kick those disrespectful thoughts to the back of his mind and focus on what he was meant to be doing and thinking⌠all of which pertained to his guidance for you, and your safety, most of all.
but you were beautiful.Â
there was no denying that.
âyou know me best out of anyone ken.â
and he did. he truly truly did.
but to kento, you were that forbidden fruit, cast away up into the highest of branches and dangling off of the tallest most unreachable tree of allâ glimmering against the sun, magnificent⌠waiting to be picked by the person who dared to and claim it as their own without a single worry of the troubles that came with ravishing it.
but claiming and ravishing that forbidden fruit definitely came with itâs dire consequences, and kento nanami was an honorable man.Â
if he were to give in to his pulsing desires for you, desires that he couldnât even exactly make sense of as he continued to manifest total and utter blockage in his mind to prevent those thoughts from seeping through, not only would he deal with the embarrassing repercussions with your fatherâ his boss, but inevitably drag you down with him too, as he knew your father has always been rather harsh with you.
and you didnât deserve to be dragged down just because he couldnât control his emotions.
you frowned, tilting your head as you assessed kentoâs strange far off look.
âken?â you asked. âkenny ken?â
âeh?â he blinked rapidly. âoh iâm sorry y/n. i was⌠thinking.â
âthinking?âÂ
you let him go and sat back in your seat, the warmth from your arms dissipating and the goosebumps around his neck prominent now by the chilliness of the car.
âthinking about what?â you quipped, smiling again. âabout meee?â
night and day.
âiâm afraid not.â he switched off the ignition and held the keys in his hand. âmore about how you should be at home and in bed and most definitely not here.â
you pouted, slumping in your seat as you watched him get out of the car and walk over to your side, opening your door for you and offering a hand for you to take.
âbut ken iâm helping a friend.â you took his hand and carefully stepped out, him closing the door behind you as you began walking up the sidewalk with kento following close behind you, the car beeping and flashing its lights to signify he had locked it.
âhoney, your friend is a grown woman.â you both walked up the steps and continued down the long wide driveway, other guests traveling alongside you towards the mansion. âshe doesnât need moral support from you to attend an event.â
âyeah and i donât need a bodyguard for every little thing i do, do i?â you countered, slowing down your steps a little and nudging your shoulder with his. âhm?â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âactually, you do.â
you scoffed. âno i do not.â
the two of you entered through the grand entranceâ doors already open and with a set of security guards on each side as you passed them, kentoâs already alert senses amplified now that you both were in an unpredictable loud environment such as this, and with way too many people for kento to keep track of besides yourself as he scanned the area, ticking the usual and automatic tiny boxes in his head that indicated the area was alright for the time being.
âif my friend is such a grown woman, then so am i!â you yelled over the music as you walked through the mansion to get to the pool area outside, passing by several caterers and butlers with small appetizer dishes on silver trays or champagne glasses, you taking one as your gaze switched between person to person to see if you could try and find anyone you recognized.
kento shook his head a little.
contrary to your popular belief, you never acted like a grown woman sometimesâ constantly rebellious and spontaneous with no hesitations to do anything remotely reckless⌠and that worried him to absolutely no end as he was living in constant stress over something happening to youâ something that he could easily prevent and steer you away from because thatâs what he was fucking there for.
but you were always against it, and he didnât know why when it was simply just protection.
upon entering the pool area, your eyes lit up at the rowdy scene before youâ party guests jumping into the pool in full fledged clothing or throwing each other in, the bar at the end of the backyard lively and busy with multiple individuals already drunk off of their minds as they clumsily passed by you and nearly tumbled you over, kento each time quick to grab your shoulders and gently pull you away so theyâd just about miss you and continue on.
and the minute he caught sight of your group of friends off to the side of the bubbling jacuzzi right before you did, every single one of them already inebriated and rambunctious, he knew he was in for a night of chasing you around and getting you to sober up a little to refrain yourself from running across the lawn in only your undergarments like the last party you both attended.
ây/n! hi!â one of your friends slightly slurred, the one with the âcrisisâ, reaching behind her to grab a red solo cup of god knows what and passing it to you. âhere! i just got some from the kitchen!â
âwhat is it?â you laughed, on the verge of placing the brim to your lips when kento suddenly nudged you, gently prying it away from your fingers and lifting it up to his nose for inspection, you playfully rolling your eyes as you turned back to your friend.
âdunno!â she shrugged, flashing you a wobbly grin. âitâs a mix of tequila aaandddâŚÂ cranberry tonic! yeah!â
âsmells awfully strong.â kento muttered in your ear, passing the cup back to you. âjust moderate your intake.â
âokay dad.â you mocked, the little side smile on your face never failing to deactivate any further scoldings from him about how you shouldnât drink that mix and maybe get something else, him deciding to just let you have fun regardless of the work he was about to be put through⌠as it was hard for kento to say no to you at times anyways.
you brought the rim back to your lips and took a sip, your face immediately scrunching up and gagging.
âthe fuck is this?â you placed a hand over your mouth. âtastes nothing like cranberry and just straight vodkaââ
you ended up drinking the entire cup and two more fills after that, kento each time gently advising you not to and that youâd had enough, but you only pouting and bratty and defying him with every attempt he made at pulling the drink away from you, a water bottle in hand that heâd snagged from one of the coolers as he swiftly moved through the twists and turns of the crowd to stay caught up with you, a skill he was an expert at at this point considering how often you disappeared from his line of sight.
âsweetheart pleaseââ kento caught you by the waist just as you were about to literally jump in the pool, you giggling and hiccuping as he dragged you away. âletâs take a seat for a moment alright? you need to drink water.âÂ
âwhat i need is a teeny weeny kiss from you ken!â
he faltered, eyes dropping to the ground as he continued to half drag and half carry your body to a nearby table away from the commotion by the pool, setting you down on a chair.
âyou need water.â he pushed as he knelt down on a knee in front of you, unscrewing the cap. âand iâm forbidding you from attending any events like this for a month.â
âa month?!â you whined, head dramatically falling back in desperation. âbut why? what did i do?!â
âi told you to moderate your intake.â he gently grabbed your jaw and brought the water bottle to your lips, carefully holding it up for you to drink. âyou were just about to jump in the pool darling and ruin your dress.â
lowering the bottle, your cheeks cutely puffed up with water as you shook your head side to side.
you swallowed. âlies. i was simply walking!â
he fixed the strap of your dress that was halfway sliding off, pulling it back over your shoulder.
âyes into the pool.â he brought the water bottle back to your lips and you drank some more before he lowered it again. âyou need to be more careful y/n.â
you pouted. âare you mad at me ken?â
ânot mad just quite stressedââ
âpull my dress up and spank me then.â
kento slapped a hand over his eyes and shook his head, cheeks buzzing pink at your ludicrous statement.
âdonât say things like that honey.â
âand why not?â you tilted your head, pearly white teeth glimmering against the warm lights of the backyard as he dropped his hand. âthought you loved me.â
âplease sober up.â he breathed out exhaustedly, heart hammering against his fucking chest as he made you drink water again. âbefore you say something silly againââ
you abruptly pulled back and a few droplets of water dribbled down your chin, kento quick to grab the handkerchief in his suit to pat you dry as you narrowed your eyes.
âyou think loving me is silly?â you muttered, a little slur at the end of your sentence.
âof course not darling.â he spoke softly, placing the handkerchief down on the table behind you. âthe other thing you said was sillyââ
âwhatâ spanking me?â you lit up again. âbut itâs hot. and i want it. you should do it once we get to the carââ
kento slapped a hand over your mouth this time, wide frantic eyes looking around to see if anyone had heard your loud lewd blabbering, his face absolutely fucking red at this point as he tried not to vividly imagine what you had just said⌠and pathetically failing at it too.
âenough. weâre going home. you have brunch with the monroeâs tomorrow.â
ânuh uh!â
you pulled his hand away from your mouth and gripped the edges of your chair, trying to cement yourself to it as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled and tugged, you laughing when heâd manage to of courseâ lift you up⌠but the chair along with it as well.
âlet go please.â
ânope!â
âi said let go y/n.â
âif you give me a kiss!â
kento put you back down and sighed.
âyou are unbelievably inebriated.â
âand you are unbelievably handsome.â you cheesed as you got closer, your nose brushing against his and kentoâs breath catching in his throat, stiffening up.
âdarling you donât know what youâre sayingââ
âyes i do.â you spoke, endearingly nudging your nose softly with his and kentoâs eyes warming at the act. âyouâre gods favorite.â
hopeless hopeless girlâŚ
his eyes sinfully flickered down to your pretty lips, plushy and delightful as they perfectly stretched in such a way to form a striking smile that always sent men to their knees wherever you both went, him baring witness to it all as your bodyguard⌠and him includedâ falling to his knees over you.
for kento was just as hopeless as you.
but he was better at ignoring it until it became this puzzling blur in his brain that confused the ever living shit out of him.
âletâs go home.â
his breath fanned against your lips and you softly shook your head.
âkiss me then weâll go.â
kentoâs forehead fell against yours, eyes closing in borderline pain as his big hands came up to cup your cheeks, your own eyes loopily widening with overactive exciting thoughts over what was about to transpire.
if he was about to kiss you⌠could this mean he didnât view you as just a client? as a little girl? but a woman?
was he considering it? did you have a chance? was he actually about to fucking kiss you?â
kento sharply breathed in and turned your head slightly to the side, planting his lips hard on your cheek and him unmoving for a moment, you still wide eyed and shocked as your cheek mushed up against the force of his mouth.
he pulled back with a smack! and stood, hand extending out for you to take.
âready now?â
your fingers slowly came up to the side of your face in a complete daze, because though it wasnât a full blown kiss, the linger of his lips was still there even after the gesture was long over, your little cheek tingling and warm.
you nodded, taking his hand and attempting to stand but reeling over as you did, your head in complete drunken disarray as kentoâs arms quickly shot out and caught you from falling face first on the ground.
âi canâtââ you giggled, hiccuping between each laugh. âi canât walk ken. and my feet hurt.â
âiâm aware.â he sighed, sitting you back down on the chair and kneeling again, grabbing your ankle.
âwhat are you doing?â you asked, watching the way he propped up your foot and tugged at the clasp on your heels, carefully sliding it off and beginning to do the same with the other.
âyouâre in pain, yes?â he slipped your other heel off and stood, placing your heels on a nearby table before positioning himself next to you, sliding a hand under your knees. âput your arms around my neck sweetheart.â
you did as told, your little heart singing happy drunken tunes over him being such a gentleman and taking care of you in the way that he was, you knowing in the morning youâd regret it and be embarrassed, but choosing to bask in the moment for the meantime and deal with the horrific hungover consequences later.
kento easily lifted you with only one fucking arm supporting you under your knees as you held on, his other hand grabbing your heels before weaving through the other tables and venturing out of the pool area, everybody else too inebriated to care or notice some big bulky man carrying you out through the backyard and inside the mansion, your head resting against his chest.
âare you alright?â he asked, taking a quick glance down at you as he reached the grand entrance to exit. âdo you feel ill?â
âno iâm okay.â you smiled. âjust thinking about the fact that youâre a cheater.â
he chuckled. âa cheater? in what way?â
kento carefully stepped down the steps and began his walk across the spacious lawn back to the car, you tightening your grip on his neck and wanting him to hold you like this forever.
âthe deal was for a kiss.â
âand i gave you one.â he softly smiled, squeezing your thigh a little in emphasis.
âon the cheek!â you retorted. âi wanted one on the mouth.â
kento blushed furiously and looked away, trying to straighten himself up as he walked down the sidewalk with you in his arms.
âyou didnât specify darling.â
âyeaahhh right.â you mumbled, watching the lights of his car flash up ahead as it unlocked by the click of kentoâs keys, him coming up to the passenger side and opening the door. âjust say youâre repulsed by me.â
he scoffed. âyouâre saying silly things again.â
âthe proof is in the pudding.â
kento carefully bent and set you down on your seat, placing your heels next to you on the floor and straightening out the skirt of your dress for you.Â
âthe proof is that youâre drunk. iâm not making any moves like that when youâre not in the correct state of mind.â
you gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth. âare you saying you would have? if i was sober? did you bring my water with you? i need to drink it right now where is itââ
âdear god i did not say that.â he closed the door and came round to the other side, an amused little smile on his lips as he got in. âand iâm sorry but i left it behind.â
âkentooo!â you whined. ânow how else are you supposed to kiss me?â
he shakily pressed the âonâ button for the ignition and looked away, your bold words and requests and moves serving as sheer torment to him as they one after the other kept being thrown at his face, him aware this is how you usually were anyways, but ten times unbelievably worse now that you were intoxicated.
and kento was growing weaker.
âiâm not supposed to do anything.â he backed out of the parking space and sped off. âand itâs nearly four in the morning y/n. you have brunch with the monroeâs at ten and youâre supposed to be up by eight.â
you groaned, head dropping back against the headrest as you crossed your arms.Â
âi never wanted to go to that in the first place.â you muttered. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends and whoever else is going are a bunch of boring bitches. all they talk about is what their daddies just bought them.â
the yearly monroe brunch was a way for you and the other daughters of your fathers various business partners to bond and maintain connections, some sort of peace treaty between them all so long as their little preppy daughters were kept satisfied and spoiled, your father forcing you to go every year and demanding you to keep friendships with them all, insisting that it would serve beneficial to him with their parents and help nourish the business even more than it already was.
you genuinely liked the monroe daughters and the rest of the girls at first, sixteen year old you seeking their validation and acceptance for years and constantly following after every little thing that they did, afraid of slipping up and landing in their rotten graces as soon as you did anything that would upset themâŚÂ until they started badmouthing kento.
after that you didnât give a fuck.Â
because anyone that was so willing as to talk bad about such a respectful and kind man as kento to you, was someone who immediately feel in your rotten graces, each and every one of them doing so the minute they started calling him weird for constantly following you around, putting him down for it and saying he should find something better to do than be your bodyguard, and that you didnât need such high class protection and deeming it unnecessary.
whether they were jealous of the fact that you had a bodyguard and they didnât was mystery to you, but ever since that day, you despised the yearly monroe brunch, you now aware of who they truly were and realized how blind you were to it just because you were seeking their validationâ wanting nothing to do with them from that point forward and begging your father to just let you skip out and that they were better off without you there anyways.
but he never listened.
kento laughed, nodding curtly over what you said. âalthough true, you still have to go honey.â
âi donât know why my father canât just piss off.â you sighed and looked out the window, cars zooming past you as he drove down the freeway. âi really donât see the point in me going.â
âyouâre an important asset.â he spoke. âall of the daughters coming together is tradition.â
âwhatâ to sit there and drink tea and eat muffins? stupidest tradition iâve ever heard ken.â
he chuckled, reaching over to pat your thigh and your cheeks going pinky as he did so, your drunken mind still somehow clearly recalling when he had his warm hand on you earlier in the car prior to the party.
he went to retract his hand and you quickly stopped him, timidly placing it back on your thigh and settling your hand over his big one, the both of you nervously avoiding eye contact and choosing not to say anything.
kento understood wholeheartedly why you hated going to the monroe brunch so much, for he wasnât particularly a fan of hearing them talk for hours about whoâd they just dumped or what theyâd just bought, and he sympathized with youâ really, your father although a man he admired for his work ethic and sought after for his approval, was unrighteously stoic with you and always dismissed your thoughts and opinions, the fact saddening kento whenever he witnessed it first hand.
âyouâll be alright.â he spoke up quietly again, noticing the way you were dozing off a little in your seat. âitâs just for brunch. you wonât have to worry about seeing them again until next year.â
âyou mean until the dinner party weâre hosting next week.â you sleepily muttered, eyes closed as both of your hands laid over his that was on your thigh, holding it almost as if you were afraid that kento would pull away, his eyes softening at the thought.
âah, thatâs right.â he pulled into your gated community, the security guard already recognizing kento and his car as he merely waved and pressed the button to open the gate, driving through once it did entirely. âi had forgotten.â
âmmm..â you hummed, and he smiled, facing the road again and turning the wheel with every curve and turn of your neighborhood, your dimly lit mansion coming into view eventually and him pulling up to park in your grandiose driveway next to you car, turning off the ignition.
you laid still and pretty in your seat, chest slowly rising and falling as you softly breathed through your nose, you in a drunken slumber as kento quietly got out of the car and went over to your side, opening your door.
âdarling.â he whispered, shuffling an arm under your knees and the other on your back. âi need to carry you up, okay? hold onto me please.â
you mumbled incoherently and did so, your arms limply wrapping around his neck as he carried you out of the car and shut the door with a push from his leg, locking his car and the little horn going off again as he hoisted you up, walking up the stone path of your driveway and up to the grand double doorsâ one of your housekeeping staff already there holding the door open for you both, them also used to your late night partying and shenanigans.
âthank you.â he whispered gratefully as he passed, and they nodded, locking up the house behind you as kento continued on up the staircase and down the spacious hallway, his dress shoes clicking against the shiny flooring and echoing across the silence as he reached your bedroom.
he carefully set you down on your bed once inside, you groggily rubbing your eyes as he stepped back and over to your large vanity, rummaging through your things and drawers while knocking a few nail polishes and perfumes overâ various clatterings and kento cursing under his breath over the noise, it making you sleepily giggle.
âwhat are you looking for ken?â you whispered, one of your eyes tiredly peeking open.
âyourâ ah⌠iâm afraid i canât remember what itâs calledââ
he gestured to his face. âyou remove your makeup with it sweetheart.â
you closed your eye again. âoh my wipes..? theyâre in the bottom drawer to your left.â
he opened the corresponding drawer and reached in, taking out your makeup remover wipes and walking back over to you, peeling open the packing and sliding an individual white wipe out, you lifting a hand out to grab it but stopping once he moved it away from you.
you drowsily looked up at him, about to speak until he took your chin in between his fingers and tilted you up, him bending a bit and lifting his hand to wipe off your makeup, delicately removing it with precision as you tiredly let a small smile grow on your lips.
âi can do it ken itâs okay.â
he shook his head, you closing your eyes as he wiped off your mascara. âoh itâs alright youâre exhausted⌠and iâve seen you do it quite a few times.â
you peaked your other eye open, his handsome face so unforgettable against the moonlight streaming through your balcony doors that your little sleepy heart started gushing over literally just who he was, your head leaning into his touch.
âkayâŚâ
he finished wiping the rest of it off after a minute, tossing it into your little bin under your vanity desk before walking over to your walk-in closet and disappearing for a few moments, coming back out with one of your silk baby blue pajama sets in hand, offering it out to you.
âchange please.â you sluggishly took the set from him and nodded. âiâll be just outsideââ
âno itâs okay.â you stood and reached for the hem of your dress. âyou can stayââ
you pulled up your dress with no fucks given and kentoâs eyes bulged open, immediately slapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around with his heart thumping on overdrive, the image of your perfect body adorned with a lacy white bra and panties a hard one to try andâ unfortunatelyâ forget for the sake of respecting your privacy and the most intimate parts of yourself.
you giggled and kento shook his head in desperation, placing a hand on his hip.
âdonât do things like that honey.â he scolded gently, a hand still over his eyes as you changed. âat least wait until i avert my attentionââ
âyou donât wanna see?â you pouted, finishing by buttoning up your top and tugging at the sleeve of his suit for him to turn around. âitâs all for you ken.â
forâ forâ
oh dear god help him.
âitâs time to sleep.â he reached around you and pulled back the covers of your bed, you whining. âcome on you have brunch with the monroeâsââ
you grumbled and climbed on, dropping yourself on the mattress and shuffling under your various fluffy blankets and sheets, him helping you in pulling them over you until they were settled comfortably by your chest.
âkento.â
âhm?â he hummed, still fiddling with your blankets and basically tucking you in, you finding it incredibly sweet.
âthank you for always taking care of me.â
he stopped, eyes flickering to yours before a soft close lipped smile spread across his face.
âof course darling.â he patted your head. âitâs what iâm here for.â
you knew what he was actually supposed to be there for was only for your protectionâ to only clock in when you went to events and clock out the second said event was over and done with and you were back home safe and sound.
except kento clocked in the moment your eyes opened for the day, and clocked out as soon as they closed again at night, him by your side through everything in your life and not just for special events, but making sure you had had enough to eat and that you werenât sick after you spent the day out without a jacket (much to his pestering), that you finished your homework when you were in school and helped you with it as best as he could, and that he was your shoulder to cry on whenever your father yelled at you over something idiotic againâ all in all taking care of you like you thought a lover would do for their most treasured thing.
and you hoped you were kentoâs most treasured thing.
he was yours, after all.
âi like when you call me darling.â you murmured softly. âand honey. and sweetheart.â
kento swallowed and blushed, thankful that it was sort of dark in your room and that you couldnât see how pink in the face he actually was over something so minimal.
âiâm glad.â he replied. âyouâd let me know if it ever makes you uncomfortable correct?â
you quickly shook your head. âit never makes me uncomfortable ken⌠ever.â
he nodded, smiling in satisfaction.
âyou know what does make me uncomfortable?â
he faltered, brows furrowing in concern.
âwhat honey?â
âthe fact that you still havenât kissed me on the lipsââ
he sharply breathed in and leaned back to stand upright, you giggling and protesting as you flung your arms around his neck before he could, bringing him roughly back down to you and basically pulling him on top of you as kento let out a little oof at the force.
he planted his palms flat on your mattress, trying to lift himself up a bit but unable to due to the astronomical grip you had on him.
ây/n iâm crushing you let meââ
âso?â
âyou wonât be able to properly breatheââ
âand? this is the way to go!â
kento laughed into your neck then, managing to lift himself up at least a little bit  to look at you.
âsilly girl.â he murmured, and you grinned.
how stunning.
his eyes dangerously switched to your lips, and you noticed this, your heart skipping a small beat in your chest.
âken.â
âyes?â
âwhat do you view me as.â
his gaze shifted and locked with yours, his brows pinching together.
âwhat do you mean honey?â
âlikeââ you pursed your lips, looking away to the side in embarrassment. âdo you see me as just⌠a client? or just a friend? or like a little girl who doesnât know how to do anything? or spoiled?â
âa client?â he repeated. ânot at all thatâsâ an awfully wrong term for what you are.â
your head snapped in his direction.
âreally?â
he sat up, sitting himself down on the edge of your bed next to you and you scooching over.
âyou are spoiled.â he continued, chuckling once he saw the hopeful expression on your face fall and turn sour. âbut it doesnât mean that youâre incapable of doing things⌠iâve never once thought of you as such.â
you hummed in acknowledgement, relieved a little.
âdo you see me as a woman?â you asked softly.
he looked at you confusedly.
âwellâ of course. thatâs what you are, arenât you?â
âno i meanââ you sighed, struggling to get the words out as a blush rose to your cheeks. âlike a woman. like the kind that makes you want toâŚâ
you faltered, and he waited patiently for you to continue.
âlike the kind of woman youâd want to kiss and things⌠likeâ like the kind youâd see yourself falling in love with⌠or am i justâ a friend?â
kento froze.
were you still drunk?
âsweetheart itâs not wise to talk about things like this when youâre inebriated please restââ
âiâm not!â you frantically shook your head. âi sobered up a long time agoâŚâ
dear god.
he canât answer your question. he canât answer your question without straight up lying to you just so he can keep that boundary of respect he had for you and your father, to keep the vow kento had with him as your protector, as your guideâŚ
but kento nanami wasnât a liar.
and kento nanami loved youâ a feeling he had idiotically mistaken for confusion when it was actually the plain and utter truth, for what he felt for you was clearer than anything else in his life, and absolutely nothing about it was ever confusing like he swore up and down before that it was.
heâd knownâŚ. heâd always known. and thatâs perhaps why he took the bodyguard position in the first place without a fret to your father.
to stay by your side.Â
to make sure you were safe⌠with him.
but did he dare?⌠did he dare to take the pretty forbidden fruit he had tried so hard for years to stay clear from? to leave it glimmering and healthy to flourish on its own no matter how badly he wanted to harvest it and claim for himself?
âiââ
he hesitated, your beady doe eyes looking at him so hopefully that it clenched his heart without mercy.
âi love youâŚâ he spoke softly. âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice.â
you blinked, unsure if you should take that positively or negativelyâ
âbut i love you still⌠you know that.â
you looked at him.
âbut love in what way?â you responded.
because love you in the way of a friend or family member sure, and you knew kento did at least that much and wouldnât have spent so much time with you since the ages of eleven and fourteen if otherwise.
but did he love you?
âlove⌠in the way that makes me want to kiss you.â he tugged at the watch on his wrist, referencing to what you had said before. âand love in the way that makes me want to give everything i have to you honey.â
because he has. heâs been.
âreally?â you whispered, the wind completely knocked out of your lungs as he picked up his head to look at you, nodding.
kento opened his arms out for you then and you slowly pushed the covers off of you, crawling over and extending your arms to wrap around his abdomen, his around your shoulders while you tucked your face into his chest.
âbut i donât think you being with me would do you justice my loveâŚâ he repeated, and you frowned, already feeling your bottom lip wobble.
âwhy?â
âi have too much respect for you and your father.â he explained, caressing your hair through his fingers. âand i feel that iâm taking advantage of my position by being with you always⌠that iâm not giving you a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone elseââ
âi donât want anyone else.â you cut him off. âi donât need to explore to figure that out ken.â
you looked up at him, cheek mushed up against him. âyouâre with me always too⌠do you need a chance to know what itâs like to be with someone else?â
âno.â he shook his head. âno i absolutely do not.â
you giggled softly. âsee? then why would i need one?â
he stared down at you softly, a warm smile that could kill millions if he so let it on his face, and you blushed.Â
âi guess youâre right sweetheart.â
kento continued to run his big fingers through your hair, you dozing off a little at the soothing feeling.
âi donât think your father will be very happy knowing i love you.â
you grumbled. âwho cares what that old fart thinksââ
he snorted, lightly tapping your shoulder in a form of scolding, you laughing and holding him tighter.
âhe doesnât have to know for nowâŚâ you murmured. âand honestly i didnât even know you loved me so i think weâre okayââ
âiâm sorry?â he blinked. âi thought i made it somewhat⌠clear?â
âno!â you countered. âyou rejected every move i made ken⌠you had me basically begging for you.â
his brows pinched in guilt. âiâm sorry my love⌠i was doing it more for you than for me iâ ⌠i didnât have any ill intent behind it.â
âitâs okay ken.â you smiled cutely, pulling back and propping yourself up by your palms on your mattress, leaning and planting a sweet kiss to his cheek. âthough you couldâve just told me you had a begging kink i wouldâve understood and begged you to put your fingers in myââ
kentoâs eyes widened and he shut you up with a hand over your mouth, your muffled giggles seeping through as he shook his head.
âyou have the most vulgar mouth.â
you took his wrist and brought it away, your lips coming next to his ear.
âdo something about it then.â
he stilled.
âor do you want me to say what other things i want you to do to me?â
âenough you need to restââ he placed his hands on your waist with the intent to pull you back and lay you down to sleep⌠but he just couldnât do it, his grip shakily tightening instead.
âwhat i needâŚâ you slid your hands agonizingly slow up his chest and around his broad shoulders, your lips brushing against his with hot steamy desperate breaths fanning across each others faces. âis to know what itâs like to have your fingers in my mouth kenâŚâ
âdarling pleaseââ
ââi wanna lick all over themââ
he respects you... dear god kento respects you heâ he couldnât possibly indulge inâ
ââso i can show you how good i can suck and choke on your cockââ
kento mushed your cheeks together with his fingers and swallowed your lips up, you letting out a little squeak of surprise as his other unoccupied arm locked around your waist and pulled you flush against him, him hungrily kissing you and gulping down your humming moans of satisfaction as you hurriedly swung a leg over his thighs, straddling him.
you disconnected from his lips and pulled back, taking his hand and bringing it up to your mouth as you pushed him down on the mattress with your unoccupied one, kento looking up at you so hot and bothered and astonished as you hovered over him, plump precious lips wrapping around his index and ring finger and sensually sliding it deeper and deeper in your mouth across your wet tongue.
âjesus sweetheartâŚâ he breathed out, eyes entirely transfixed on the way your lips closed around his fingers entirely and sucked, your head pumping slowly and you delighted over how hard he felt underneath his slacks over something as just you sucking on his fingers.
âmâgonna suck your dick.â you spoke with a mouthful of his digits, and he sat up a little.
âmy darling you donâtâ you donât have to do that itâs alrightââ
you slid his fingers out of your mouth and pouted. âbut i want to⌠unless you donât want me to? or do you prefer someone else to do itââ
âwhat? stop that.â he shook his head, reaching up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear as you snickered, his hand coming down to cup your cheek. âiâm just worried about keeping you up⌠you have to get ready in a couple of hours.â
you shrugged, giving him a little grin.
âif itâs you and your big dick keeping me up i could care less.â
you swung your thighs off of his lap and stood momentarily, dropping down to your knees and positioning yourself in between his legsâ kentoâs rounded eyes and shaky breaths making you laugh a little as you reached for the buckle of his belt, tugging the clasp open and him helping you in slipping it off before reaching in his pants, a trembling but needy hand pulling out his thick cock and slowly pumping it.
kento wouldâve never thought youâd be kneeling in between his legs and about to do something heâd only fleetingly thought of, the sinful images quickly grabbed by him before he could materialize them in his head any further and tossed in the trash without looking back, embarrassed and awkwardly flustered that heâd thought of such a thing when you were usually just sitting there on your vanity desk dolling yourself up, or simply speaking to him.
he wouldâve never thought that the questions of being something more to you than just your bodyguard, would actually actualize itself, your pretty lips beginning to wrap around the tip of his cock and all he can think about is you and how many days he spent yearning for you, confusing it for uncertainty, and lying to himself before giving in to the fact that he did love you.Â
and very much so.
to kento, it was a privilege to undergo this intimate experience given by gracious you, and he only wished he didnât push it away for so many years and dismissed your obvious attempts.
for what was happening now, was heavenly compared to the fleeting thoughts he had tossed in the trash prior⌠and your pace was rapid, your deprived little mouth that had begged for him time and time again slurping the ever living soul out of him as he clenched his jaw to keep his moans in, afraid of your father or any of the other housekeeping staff hearing what was filthily happening inside your bedroomâ his face crossed over in pleasurable shock at how messy and drooly you were all over his dick without even allowing yourself the chance to breathe as you sucked.Â
âhoneyââ he heaved, swallowing hard as he gathered your hair up into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your face. âsâslow down or youâll chokeââ
you didnât listen, your thighs clenching together to ease yourself a little as you sunk your mouth down and gagged, the tip of his cock lodged in the back of your throat so deliciously that he let out a string of rare curses from his lips.
you slurped back up and pulled off of his length with a pop, you sticking your tongue out and smiling too as you tapped his girthy dick on your tongue teasingly.
âbut i want to choke kenâŚâ you placed an open mouthed slutty kiss on the side. âand iâd like you to fuck my mouth too pleaseââ
âshitââ he cleared his throat, his balls feeling awfully full and heavy as you parted your lips and took him in again. âbut i could potentially harm youââ
you pulled off again. âkento i donât care just use me or iâll make youââ
he quickly gathered your soft hair again, leaned back on an elbow and shoved you back down, bucking his hips up and hitting your uvula so hard that you choked, eyes immediately watering and you moaning as he continued to buck his hips up and force you down, sloshing gurgling noises from you fueling his every being with ecstasy, throwing his head back and eyelids fluttering closed.
âyou have such a dirty mouth sweetheartâŚâ he grunted. âwhere did you learn that from? huh?â
you tried to respond, his relentless hip thrusting and filling your mouth up preventing you from getting anything out besides choking noises and spit, kento picking his head back up and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
âi hope youâre not speaking to other little dumb boys with it and teasing them the way you tease meâŚâ
you tried to shake your head no and get it across that you absolutely were notâ that you were physically repulsed by any other man making moves on you in your life because they were never him⌠but his big cock stuffing your throat was drowning out your every attempt so good that you couldnât.
âno?â a little dazed smile played at his lips, his abdomen tightening and signifying that he was about to blow his entire pent up load in your mouth. âgood honey⌠i donât want you wasting your time.â
he bucked his hips up faster and forced your head down deeper, his panting and low grumbling moans making you fucking wild as you tried your best to take all of him and suck him, tears from how many times you gagged and choked trickling down your cheeks and you not giving a single fuck and pushing through, noticing that kentoâs increased fidgeting and gasping was a signal that he was probably close.
and when you felt him loosen his grip on your hair, gently trying to pry you off so that he could cum somewhere else and not in your throat like the little gentlemen that he was, you slipped your mouth down again and held yourself firm, lips pumping up and down as you jerked him alongside, kento running a hand down the side of his cheek with eyes screwed tightly shut.
âdarling i feelââ he quickly sat up, his expensive watch glistening against the moonlight as his hand fell over his heart. âi feel my release let meââ
he pushed at your shoulders gently and you refused, continuing to suck him off and drive him to the edge until a low gutting groan left his lips, you squeaking as he suddenly went feral and pushed the back of your head down and filled your throat up with his cum, sputtering and swallowing down as much as you could while he held you there.
âchrist iâm sorryââ he let you go and you came off of him, gasping for air and with a mix of cum and drool seeping down your chin as you fell back on your ass, your chest moving erratically as you tried to catch your breath.
kento immediately stuffed his dick back in his pants and zipped it up, standing and placing his hands on your waist as he easily picked you up off the floor and sat you down next to him on the bed, concerned tumblings over your well being falling from his mouth as he moved your disheveled hair away from your face.
âhoney i canât tell you how sorry i amâŚâ he dug into his blazer for his handkerchief, your tongue lapping up the excess drool and cum from your chin as his cheeks went red over you doing that, quickly stepping in and wiping off the rest for you.
âsorry for what ken?â you hummed, your voice a little hoarse and making kento feel guiltier as he sighed, placing the handkerchief down on your nightstand.Â
âfor abusing your throat y/nâŚâ he spoke gently, ushering you to bed again as he pulled back the covers. âi wasnât letting you breatheââ
âbut i liked it.â you countered softly, crawling to your pillow and planting a tender little kiss to his cheek on your way, settling under the covers. âi asked you to use me baby⌠and you did just that! good job!â
kento playfully rolled his eyes and brought your blankets up to your chest.Â
âyes but i couldâve done it in a better way.â
âin a better way likeeeâŚ?â you grinned cheekily. âlike sex? well then you shouldâve just asked ken i can take off myââ
you sat up and began unbuttoning your top, kentoâs hands shooting out and stopping you midway as he flusteredly buttoned it back up, you laughing.
âplease sweetheart you need to rest⌠itâs nearly six in the morning.âÂ
you groaned and plopped back down on your pillow. âjust tell the monroeâs iâm sick. iâd rather be getting dicked down by you than drinking tea with themââ
âalright okay okayââ he brought the covers back up over you with an amused shy smile. âweâll talk more about it tomorrow. at the monroeâs.â
you huffed and turned your back to him, kento chuckling before leaning over and placing a delicate lingering kiss on your temple, a slow sleepy smile crossing your face as you relished in the fact that he actually loved you⌠your fear of him seeing you as nothing more than just a spoiled brat quickly dissipating from the second he uttered his bashful but yet authentic confession to you.
you had been living in absolute worry and defiance and frustrating yourself when that wasnât necessary at allâ kento was just a gentlemen, a man, and his apprehensions for indulging in something more between the two of you were very real and valid and you understood⌠but you also didnât care, your stubborn unruly (and spoiledâŚ) personality and mind wanting nothing more than just kento.
and as long as you had him by your side, you didnât care about anything else.
even when you had only gotten a total of a solid two hours of sleep before you had to wake up for brunch with the monroeâs, you didnât care about that either, because kento was the one to wake you up with a soft hand down your back and gentle murmurs that slowly eased you awake, him delivering you a warm cup of hot chocolate for the morning because he knew you werenât the biggest fan of coffee, and the brunch itself not seeming so bad too since you knew he would be there with you through the entire thing.
your newest biggest fear now though⌠was what your father would say once you told him.Â
âare these alright for your hair miss y/n?â
you stopped applying your eyeshadow for a moment and turned your body from your bench seat, a tray of cute shiny pearled up bobby pins that you had requested a week prior sitting neat and ready for you, you looking up and smiling sweetly at your housekeeping staff.
âoh yes! these are beautiful thank you!â
she nodded. âdo you need help putting these in? or are you okay?â
âiâm okay! if anything iâll just ask kento hehe.â
she laughed softly, nodding again before placing the little tray down next to you on your vanity desk and turning to leave, passing by none other than kento on her way as he peaked through your door, giving your housekeeping staff a polite smile and allowing her to pass through first, making his way inside your bedroom once she left.
a cup of misty tea was carefully placed next to you on your desk, and you moved your eyeshadow brush away from your face again to see kento looking down at you with a kind grin, you instantly brightening up and scooching down on your seat to give him a little room to sit with you.
âyou didnât have to bring me this ken you gave me hot chocolate this morning!â
your voice was still a bit hoarse, and thatâs precisely why he brought you hot tea to begin with, sighing softly through his nose as he sat down on the other side of your bench next to you.
âitâs for your throat honey.â you continued to buff out your eyeshadow, putting your brush away upon finishing and reaching up to fiddle with your bun, taking a few strands out for a more candid look. âhow do you feel?â
âhorny.â
kento went into a coughing fit and you laughed, his reactions to your ludicrousy always being a favorite of yours as you pecked his cheek in apology.
âsorry sorryââ you wiped the gloss you got on him off of his chiseled cheek, picking up your little tea cup after and taking a sip. âi mean itâs true i want your dick inside of me butââ
âdarling.â
âokay!â you set your tea cup down, grumpily took some of your pearl bobby pins from the tray and started sticking them in your hair. âjust say you donât want to have sex with me itâs fineââ
âthat is not what iâm saying whatsoeverââ
âyou refused to have sex with me last night and youâre doing it again right now mph!ââ
he clasped a big hand over your mouth and pulled your head in, bringing his lips to your ear.
âthere is nothing more i want than to be inside of you and split your warm little cunt open.â
your eyes blew out in shock.
âso enough or you wonât get anything.â
he turned your head to make you look at him directly.
âunderstood?â
you quickly nodded and he lowered his hand, grabbing one of yours and kissing the back of it before standing and walking to the door.
âyour father wants you in the car with me in twenty minutes sweetheart. iâll wait for you there.â
you watched him click the door shut behind him and you spun your head back around to face the mirror, shakily moving some strands away and quickly fanning yourself in attempts at calming the fuck down, completely thrown off course on what you were supposed to do next in your routine as you couldnât even remember what you had just done.
because kento had a secret feral mouth that you had no idea of until nowâŚ
and you wanted to hear it again.
eventually you gathered yourself up and finished putting the rest of your bobby pin pearls in your hair, shuffling around in your room looking for your chiffon scarf and breathing out a sigh of relief once you caught sight of its pastel yellow fabric, it matching your summery dress and peeking from your bed as you snatched it and looped it around your upper arms, the fabric falling gracefully in a low curve behind you as you grabbed your clutch and made your way out the door.
you didnât know what energy to exactly expect from the car ride as you trotted down your staircase and out to his car, but you were nonetheless still surprised to see that kento carried on like he didnât just mutter in your ear that he wanted to rearrange your guts and for you to behave, you blinking at him and perplexed when he just went on about what things to pay attention to that the girls say because he knew your father would ask you about that certain topic later, not wanting you to get in trouble and an earful if you werenât able to answer his questions about it.
and you were still perplexed upon arriving at the monroeâs estateâ their place of living the only thing you really liked about the yearly brunches, as they lived in what looked like a fucking english regency palace instead of the plain modernized mansions you were accustomed to (including yoursâŚ), and you couldnât help but feel a little jealous each year of the wonderful labyrinth the monroeâs had, an endless place of history and poise that your own home very much lacked.
but as beautiful as their estate was, it still didnât make up for the absolute bitches that lived in it.
âken if you turn this car around right now i will do absolutely anything you say and not go to any parties for two months instead of just oneââ
he chuckled loudly and shook his head, rounding their grand water fountain that sat extravagantly in the center of their lawn outside, other sleek cars already parked in the front.Â
âitâs just for a couple of hours honey.â he parked the car and turned off the ignition, unbuckling his seatbelt. âjust indulge in their conversations for a while⌠and listen please. your father will ask about it later.â
kento shut the door as you unbuckled your seatbelt, him opening yours on the other side while offering a hand out for you to take, you gratefully doing so with a stoic dead look on your face as you kept your eyes locked to the grabble below.
âthey donât even like me.â you muttered, flashing a polite smile to the housekeeping staff that was waiting up ahead, walking up the steps. âthe monroeâs and their girl friends donât even like each other theyâre all just a bunch of fakeââ
ây/n!â
both of your heads shot up just as you entered the estate, the eldest of the monroe sisters trodding up to you with a smile.
âitâs good to see you!â her eyes shifted to kento. âand with nanami. of course.â
bitch.
âmhm! yup!â you exchanged polite hugs and stepped back. âare the rest of the girls here?â
âyes they just got here actually! theyâre all out in the garden with my sisters i was just heading there now!â
âgreat! iâll see myself then, you go on ahead.â you tightly smiled, and she shrugged, bidding you a âsee you laterâ before disappearing off into the depths of her home, you slowly turning around with a stressed out twitch in your eye but faltering when kento wasnât behind you like you thought he was.
you spun around as your tried to look for him, gaze scanning the area to find him and stopping once you did, your brows furrowing in confusion upon seeing him at the other side of the corridor staring at something.
you slowly began walking down, eyes locked on what he was looking at and it making you stop in your tracks next to him once you got close enough to see.
the wall in front of you was littered with wedding photos of the monroe sisters parents and the generations beforeâ the ceremony, cake cutting, pictures of their first dance, and singular portraits of various brides and grooms on their wedding days scattered about with smiles on their faces, all things kento was just staring at without any indication in his expression that could let you know as to what was going on in his head.
âken?â you asked softly, and he looked to you.
âoh iâm sorry.â he glanced at his watch. âare you ready to head out into the garden?â
âyâyeahâŚâ your eyes switched back to the wall ahead.
âyou were looking at their wedding photos?â you smiled. âtheyâre cute huh? i look at them too every time we come.â
he nodded, placing a hand on your lower back to lead you away from the wall and towards the garden again.Â
âi was only curious.â he spoke. âthereâs an awful large amount of them.â
you snorted in agreement and continued walking, feeling like there was something he was thinking about and not telling youâ you looking to the garden entrance ahead then deciding to take a peek at kento again through the corner of your eye, you suddenly finding him looking over his shoulder at the portraits still.
and your eyes softened.
you slowed down and reached up, gently turning his head from the portraits to you.
âwhatâs wrong ken?â you looked over at the wall and back to him. âwhy do you keep looking at the pictures?â
âohâ i didnât realize.â he readjusted his yellow lensed sunglasses and continued ushering you on with a hand on your back.Â
you frowned.
âken you wouldnât look at something for that long without any reasoning behind itâŚâ
âitâs truly nothing.â he responded simply, the both of you entering the garden now and drawing nearer to the long table set up amidst a bed of roses and daisies, the rest of the girls beginning to take their seats. âenjoy your brunch darling.â
âno! butââ
âitâs alright go say helloââ
âiâd rather actually rotââ
âhello y/n!â
you stopped fidgeting and dropped your arms, another tight smile on your face as you greeted the youngest monroe sister from the table, deciding to ignore kentoâs chuckling from behind you and walk up, taking a seat with the rest of them and looking over the extravagantly set up table for anything to stuff your face withâ it filled with little pastries and appetizers from top to bottom, a pretty strawberry shortcake cake in the middle surrounded by a tier of cupcakes and scones, little baked sandwich platters, and a porcelain tea cup set at each of your designated seats to enjoy.
you lightened up a little over all of the cute details and selections, forgetting that the monroeâs always knew how to put on a lovely brunch for all of you every year as you extended an arm, grabbing the nearest tea pot and carefully pouring the steaming liquid in your cup.
âgirls! just the other day my father bought me another set of those diamond jewels from the franziskaâs!â
thatâs why youâd always forget.
the rest of them gushed and looked around the table to the eldest monroe, her neck clad in a pretty diamond necklace with matching earrings and rings.
âi know right? i had lost my previous set while swimming in the lake and my staff couldnât find them.â
âoh that happened to me once.â one of their girlfriends piped up. âit was an exclusive emerald set from europe⌠only one in the entire world made!â
the rest of the girls gasped and murmured.
âi had my staff looking in the lake all day and night for three days until one of them finally found it!â
âoh thank god!â the middle monroe sister breathed out. âi wouldâve absolutely hated to lose those! especially since theyâre a one of a kind!â
âmhm yup! and you know what else actually? just the other day i found out francisâ you know the girl from the faltis family?â
the girls faces turned knowing and they eagerly nodded.
âi found out she was asking up and down various jewelry shops and makers for my emerald set!â
they all gasped.
âyouâre kidding!â
âno! the girl either wanted to copy me or make the same exact set to still copy me.â
âoh! that sleazyââ
you completely tuned them out beyond this point, your brain literally pulsing with the stupidest shit you had ever come across to hearing in your life, choosing to sit there and enjoy the weather and pretty cherry blossoms around you as you ate a cranberry scone and thought about the things you wanted to do for the weekend.
itâs not like you were a total opposite from the rest of the girls.
you too liked jewels and pretty things, luxury branded vehicles and a little bit of gossip here and there.
but it was the way they talked about it and handled each thing was what aggravated you the most.
they were ungrateful, greedy, and bitchyâ no other girl that was a loose connection from them allowed to have the same jewelry set as theirs, the same set of friends as theirs, or the same set of dresses for your monthly bashes and dinner parties as theirs, turning utterly nasty if they so even got a glance of someone else having the same thing as them.
all things that were pointless and unrighteous to be upset about.
and just for the sake of keeping your father from putting your head on a stick, you remained civil with them and refrained from wearing anything similar to theirs at an event if you knew they would be in attendance.
but it was easy, for your taste was completely different than the lot of them, and you preferred pearls anyway over any kind of diamond or emerald or sapphire jewel piece.
âoh! and you know what i heard?â another girl friend spoke up. âakio from the corvus family has a little crush on miss y/n over there!â
kentoâs ears perked up.
you jumped upon hearing your name, the rest of the girls gushing and âooingâ as they turned their attention to you.
âiâm sorry what? who?â
âakio!â she laughed. âthat man is obsessed with you! he asks for you at every single gathering.â
akio?Â
akio⌠akioâŚ
âthe one that looks like a toad?â
the girls laughed at your comment, covering their mouths or learning forward as you just blinked at them, unaware of how what you said was so funny.
âoh youâre too much!â the youngest monroe waved you off. âyes him! any time he sees any of us at an event he always asks if youâre there with us.â
âyou know what yes!â the eldest exclaimed. âi heard he wanted to strike up a proposal with your father! i think he already did!â
you dropped the cupcake you were holding.
and kento froze.
âaâ aâ propoââ
âoh my god congratulations y/n!â
âlucky you!â
âoh a bride already!ââ
you turned in your seat to look at kento, but he was looking the other way, an unreadable expression on his face.
you turned back to the girls.
âis this a rumor or itâs actually happening?â you asked. âi donât want to get married to him!â
they laughed again.
âwhy not?! yes heâs ugly but that man is loaded. has money to last him and you entirely without having to work a day in your lives!â
your blood ran cold, because anything you knew that was ordered by your father, was bible.
a housekeeping kitchen staff came around then and refilled a few platters of pastries and appetizers.
âahh youâre so fortunate y/n!â one of the girl friends gushed. âiâd love to be wed to a man with money like akio⌠i could care less what he looks like!â
âyou can have him.â you quickly sputtered, and they laughed again. âno seriously i donât want him take him pleaseââ
âoh donât be silly!â the youngest monroe sister waved you off. âakio wants you. heâs kind of creepy about it too.â
âwhy me?!â you whined. âiâve only spoken to him a handful of timesââ
âwhy donât you ask him at the dinner party youâre hosting next week? iâm pretty sure heâs going!â another girl friend spoke up. âi have a feeling heâs gonna propose to you there.â
you propped your elbow up on the table and placed a hand on your forehead in misery, feeling like you were living in a total nightmare.
âiâd honestly rather go broke.â
they all burst out laughing again.
what the hell was so funny?
âyouâre too much!â the middle monroe sister gasped. âjust give him a chance! once you see all the things he can buy for you, youâll change your mind. plus⌠i think itâd be nice to have a break from mr. nanami donât you think?â
you picked your head up.
ââŚkento?â
âuh huh!â the eldest continued. âgod that must be exhausting having him around watching over you like that⌠itâs like heâs babysitting you. must be tiresome for him too.â
babysitting?
âwith you and akioâs marriage iâm sure heâll dismiss nanamiâs services, and you can go your separate ways finally!â
âbutââ
âand mr. nanami sure is handsome too.â another girl piped up with a hushed voice. âheâll find a rich girl to settle down with in no timeââ
âoh thatâd be so great!ââ
you abruptly stood, the silverware and tea cups clattering as you did so, the rest of them falling silent.
âsorry. excuse me.â you mumbled, eyes casted downward as you moved around your chair and off to the side, the girls shrugging and uncaring as they proceeded to babble on about other nonsense as you walked ahead, further and further away from the table and the chattering and through the garden, passing by several other flower beds of orchards and sunflowers until you reached the little duck pond by the end of the garden.
you stopped and sighed, bitterly crossing your arms and damning your father for ever discussing something as serious as marriage without your consent, marrying you off basically, or even lacking giving you a god damn warning before you came to brunch todayâ you and your father both knowing how much of a blabber mouth all of the girls were and how much they fed off of gossip like that.
you felt like a fucking idiot.
and who the hell was akio exactly? you knew of him and kind of had an idea of what he looked like, but you never really paid attention whenever he came up to talk to you at events or parties, his face almost entirely blurry in your mind besides the obvious features he had that did in fact make him look like a damn toad.
and another thing that was obvious too, was how creepy he was.
the only thing the monroeâs shit talking got right.
âhoney?â
you didnât need to turn around to know who it was.
âhi ken.â
the rustling of grass filled the otherwise peaceful ambience as he stepped beside you, the both of you looking out ahead over the sparkling duck pond.
âare you alright?â
you nodded.
âi know youâre not alright i can see it.â he readjusted his lenses. âiâm assuming it has to do with the information the monroeâs told you?â
âiâm being married off ken.â you mumbled, eyes switching to him. âhow are you so calm about this?â
âoh iâm not.â he spoke simply. âiâm quite agitated actually.â
you faltered, eyes falling down.
âiâve always respected your father ever since we were young. and every choice he made with you i always agreed that it was what was best for you.â
you listened.
âbut i canâtââ he paused. â⌠i canât see how this is best for you. and i donât know if itâs because i love you and iâm being selfish or if it actually is whatâs best for you⌠so my thinking isâ adhered.â
âhow can marrying me off like the fucking renaissance period be whatâs best for me?â you muttered, and he chuckled softly.
âand i love you, kento.â you continued. âmy thinkingâs also messed up.â
he placed a hand on your lower back and gently nudged you to him, you complying and falling into his side, wrapping your arms around him.
âitâs your choice y/n.â he spoke softly. âi know akio isnât⌠the greatest. but heâs qualified to be your husband.â
your eyes widened.
âwhat are you saying? what aboutâ what about you?â
he looked down, a sad smile on his face.
âiâll stay for as long as you need me sweetheart.â
the ducks fluttering wings from the pond ahead filled the silence, tranquil splashes of water that followed after their every move with little quacks and hoots.
âso youâre just gonna give me away.â you mumbled. âjust like that. easy peasy. who caresââ
ânoââ
âi want you to be my husband ken.â
he gave you a deadpanned look.
âdarling donât joke about things like thatââ
âoh iâm not joking.â you separated from him, frustration swirling in your chest. âwhy is it always considered a joke to you when i talk about being with you?â
he paused, sighing a little through his nose.
âi feel incredibly lucky that a woman like you could envision a life with me.â he spoke. âbut iâm also aware that iâm very⌠boring. iâd feel it wrong to tie you down to a life without excitement like the one you live now.â
kento slipped an arm around your waist and brought you back in again.
âakio seems to be more like you⌠maybe you could learn to get along.â
your lip began to wobble, and kentoâs eyes softened.Â
âsweetheaââ
âi donât care about any of that stuff.â you sniffled, wiping your cheeks. âyou of all people should know thisââ
âdonât cry please youâll ruin your hard workââ
kento dug into his blazer and pulled out a little handkerchief, carefully patting down your face.
âyes i like to go out a lot but so what? itâs not something thatâs a part of me itâs just something i like to do.â
you took the handkerchief from him and pressed it into the corner of your eye.Â
âyouâre a part of me ken⌠and i want a life with you, iâve known since i was freaking sixteen. i donât need it spelled out for me.â
kento swallowed.
heâd always admired how stubborn you were, because to him it meant a strong mind and an ambitious drive in contrast to the negative connotation that that word seemed to haveâ things that were absolutely who you were and why he fell in love with you in the first place, and why you were such a gem.
but he worried still that youâd regret it and change your mind.
that he wouldnât be able to live up to your lifestyle and your wants and needs, and that youâd get bored of him⌠leaving in the end.
kento doesnât think he could bare the thought of you leaving him, much like how he couldnât bare the thought of you marrying akio either.
but if it meant what was best for you, then so be it⌠except it wasnât.Â
he was sure of it.
âyouâre a part of me as well.â he murmured. âiâm sure you know thatââ
âi donât.â you grumbled, and he chuckled. âyouâre always switching up on me with your rejections and then your confessions iâm confusedââ
kento silenced you with a kiss to your lips, his big hands on either sides of your face as your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into his built frame, your arms snaking around his neck and his bringing you closer by the waist as you tenderly deepened the kissâ soft lips smacking and moving with such love that it almost made you cry again.
âiâm sorry.â he pulled back, whispering against your lips. âitâs completely unfair to youââ
âsâokay ken.â you whispered back, the cutest smile he had even seen in his life on your face. âiâll forgive you if you keep kissing me.â
âdeal.â
your lips mushed up against each others once more, kento breathing you in and relishing in the feeling of your body pressed up against his, his hands slowly roaming around from your waist to your sidesâ still trying to be respectful of his hand placement until you took one of them and lowered it to your ass cheek with a squeeze, him laughing against your lips.
you were so silly.
silly and bright and spontaneous and beautiful, today another reminder from countless others with your frilly pastel yellow sundress and the pearls in your hair, your entity different from the rest of the women heâd come to know and thankful that he was lucky enough to have grown with you.
to have protected you.Â
and the both of you were relieved to see that the monroe sisters and their girl friends didnât seem to care where you two had ventured off to, for you didnât know how long you were gone either as you approached the table againâ the dessert piles, scones, and strawberry shortcake cake nearly nonexistent, you taking a seat again and secretly reapplying your lipgloss since kento had basically sucked it off of your face, your cheeks pinky and the butterflies in your stomach running rampant.
you were glad then that the monroeâs and their minions were such dim witted bitches too, because their level of self-absorption inhibited them from knowing or picking up on any clues of what could have transpired between you and kento in the garden, them immediately going to you upon arrival and chatting up a storm about mindless things again like you had never left the table to begin with.
but all you could think about was what you were going to tell you father about akio.
and you didnât want to think about it honestly⌠because you knew there was a strong chance of you getting literally violent and landing yourself in deeper shit with him than ever before.
that didnât matter either though if it meant being with kento⌠and for real this time. the thought of simply just him giving you the push that you needed to trudge up your grand staircase once you got home from brunch, kento trailing behind you and pleading with you to take a little breather before going in to speak with your father, but you absolutely done over the situation seeing as he only ever saw you as a thing and not his daughter if he was willing to marry you off like that.
âmy love please relaxââ
you stopped in front of your fathers study and knocked curtly, ignoring kentoâs words.
âcome in.â
you pushed down the handle and walked through, kento following close behind you and clicking the door closed as you stepped to the front of your fathers desk, your arms crossed.
âah y/n. nanami.â he looked up from his documents, eyes switching between the two of you. âhow was brunch with the monroeâs?â
âgood.â you replied.
âwas the food selection still as grandiose as always?â he looked back down at his paperwork.
âmhm.â you crossed your arms. âthey had strawberry shortcake cake this year.â
he hummed. âthe monroeâs always know how to put on a good event donât they? for their daughters? and how are they by the wââ
âtheyâre fine.â you cut him off sharply. âbut you know what isnât fine?â
he eyed you.
âwhat?â
âthat youâre marrying me off to akioââ
he sighed loudly and placed his documents flat on his desk, leaning forward and wringing his hands together to rest on the surface.
âheâs a good prospect.â he began. âhe came up to me with some very impressive ideas about the future of my business, and also how much he was interested in you.â
you scoffed. âso this is what the arrangement is about? your business?â
âi thought you would be happy about this?â he extended his hands out lazily. âakio comes from a wealthy background. youâll be taken care of in whatever you need and heâs qualified to take over my business once the time comesââ
hurt flashed across your face.
âwhy would you consider akio taking over your business and not your daughter?â
he laughed humorously, shuffling some papers about mindlessly on his desk.
ây/n you canât possibly think that iâd consider you to take leadership over my business.â
âand why the hell not?â
his eyes narrowed.
âbecause youâre incompetent.â he spoke harshly. âyou donât know the meaning of responsibility, youâre stubborn, youâre spoiled, and all that you concern yourself with is parties and outings. you think i would allow you anywhere near my business?â
with each insult and jab that was thrown in your face, the blurrier and blurrier your vision got, you desperately trying to blink your tears back and put on a brave front, but finding it difficult when it was your own father that was dumbing you down to nothing.
âyouâre not ready for anything like this and i donât think you will ever be.â he stood up from his chair. âiâm thinking of whatâs good for you and youâre being ungrateful yet again with your complaintsââ
âsir with all due respect please try to see where sheâs coming from.â kento interjected. âiâm sure she has the future of your business in her best interests, but marrying her off to someone she doesnât know very well is upsetting herââ
âsheâs never had any interest in the state of my business son you and i both know thatââ
âsir sheâs an extremely capable woman and independent i assure you her contribution to the business would serve prosperityââ
your father scoffed. âthere is no prosperity with her. all she brings is disorder and foolery and i appreciate you trying to vouch for her butââ
âplease if youâd just give her a chanceââ
âiâd give you more of a chance over herââ
âthen give the company to kento!â you yelled, the both of them snapping their heads to you and kentoâs eyes widening. âi could care less what you think of me everything you told me isnât new fucking informationââ
âyoung lady languageââ
ââiâm not here to try and convince you to give me the business thatâs not what iâm here for.â you spat. âbut donât you dare stand there and say that iâve never cared about the state of it when thatâs bullshit.â
kento placed a hand on your shoulder and you shook it off.
âgive the company to kento.â you repeated firmly. âif you give it to akio heâll run your business to the ground and you know that.â
âand how would you know he isnât qualifiedââ
âare you kidding?â you shook your head incredulously. âakio is a little dumb boy who goes to his daddy for help any chance he gets because he canât do anything for himself. he puts on a show about how heâs this mature experienced man when heâs nothing but a joke.â
âi thought you said you barely knew him?â your father asked. âwhere is this information coming from?â
âthe monroe sisters.â you spat. âtheyâre blabbermouths and their opinions are garbage, but their gossip is always truthful.â
itâs how you found out about the arranged proposal after all.
âiâm stubborn, iâm spoiled, iâm too stupid to handle anything for myself iâm helplessâ fine. whatever you say but him?ââ
you pointed to kento.
âheâs the most qualified for this position and you and i both know that.â
ây/n noââ kento tried to interject again, but you cut him off.
âheâs seen you handle the business since he was fourteen and knows it inside and out and just as much as you do. any task youâve ever given him heâs gotten it done and more and i assure you that the business will flourish if you give it to him.â
you stepped forward, your father standing there with a neutral expression.
âbelieve it or not i care about what you worked so hard for to create, and i care about you, and regardless of what you think of me and the fact that youâve shown me the complete opposite, itâd kill me to see akio ruin all of it.â
you wiped your cheeks and continued as you turned around, making your way to the other side of your fatherâs study.Â
âkentoâs a good man. everything will be in good hands with him.â
you threw open the door and stomped out.
âand iâm not marrying akio!ââ
ây/n return at onceââ
âsir i advise you toââ
your father and kentoâs words drowned out the further down the hallway you got, tears spilling from your eyes now that you were away from it all as your heels hastily clicked against the shiny marble flooring, quiet sobs racking through your body.
you spouting repeatedly how you didnât care what your father thought about you was a complete lie.
because you very much did care⌠you always have. and no matter how hard you tried to prove to him that you were capable of more than just parties and brunches and pearls and pretty dresses and shoes and cars, it was never enough.Â
you were never enough.
ây/nââ
kento distantly burst out from your fatherâs study and quickly strode up to you, concern etched all over his face as you shook off your chiffon scarf and chucked it somewhere behind you in frustration.Â
âmy darlingââ kento picked up the long piece of fabric and continued on after you. âmy darling iâm so sorryââ
âi need to be alone ken.â you sobbed. âiâm sorry too i just need to be aloneââ
âi refuse to leaveââ
you slammed your bedroom door shut and kento picked up the pace, his eyes big in alarm at the sound of tumbling and thudding in your room as he stopped in front of your door, swinging it open to reveal you on the other side throwing your heels across the room along with several other pairs and things, your pretty pearls and jewels flying as he stood there in shock.
kento caught sight of you picking up your favorite porcelain flower vase amidst your rage to throw, him quickly stepping in and snatching it from you and fighting your thrashing as he held you to himself.
âkento stop it!ââ
he placed the vase safely on your vanity desk and spun you around, his arms grabbing your shoulders tightly as he bent down to your level.
âsweetheart breathe pleaseââÂ
he hurriedly snagged off his cream colored blazer and tossed it off to the side, leaving him in his blue button up and suspenders as he rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands back on your shoulders.
âheyâ itâs alright.â his hazel eyes frantically darted over every corner of your face, him snatching off his lenses now and tossing them. âitâs alright breathe for me y/n pleaseââ
you could only sob, your mascara stained cheeks and heartbroken expression crumbling and ripping kento to pieces as he looked at you, his hands coming up to cup and caress your wet face.
âeverything he said was the farthest thing from the truth donât let it upset you like thisââ
âno but heâs right heâs right!â you sobbed. âiâm useless i canât do shit for myself and iâd probably be off somewhere dead in a ditch if it wasnât for youââ
âdo not say things like thatââ
âkento you canât be with me.â
he faltered. âiâm sorry?â
âyou canât be with me itâs embarrassing to be with me youâre better off with someone whoâs capable and responsible like you i just bring you downââ
âstop that iâm serious i wonât ask againââ
âno kento youâre not listening!â you cried, your shoulders violently shaking. âyouâre a good man. youâre such a good man and youâre way too good for me and i donât deserve to be with you you canât keep babysitting me like thisââ
âhow could you ever possibly say these things about yourself?â he shook his head. âhow could you ever say that youâre too good for me when itâs the other way around?â
your eyes narrowed.
âno itâs not donât give me thatââ
âyour father is full of shit.â
your mouth snapped shut.
kento never badmouthed your father no matter what it was, and he also never cussed so forceful and purposeful no matter the situation.
âheâs always been too hard on you and too stoic for reasons that i will never understand nor ever agree with.â
he leaned closer.
âdo not upset yourself over the things he said any longer and do not worry about your marriage arrangement with akio.â
âkenââ
âdo not think about the pearls you just threw over your balcony do not worry about anythingâ i will take care of it.â
âiââ
âi love you and i will take care of it.â
you continued to cry, letting your body slump wholly against his as he caught you and held you tight.
âplease.. i beg you darling to believe me when i say that you are the most capable woman i know.â he spoke against your ear, his chest aching over your soft sobbing. âyouâre witty and youâre intelligent and youâve come so far simply because of who you are and the way you carry yourself. itâs a shame your father canât see that.â
âno one can see thatââ
âi can see it. everybody else can see it too and iâve been around you all my life to testify for it.âÂ
you sniffled, burying your face in his neck.
âbelieve me my loveâŚâ he ran a soothing hand down your back. âyouâre everything. youâre an asset. donât let your fatherâs words take that away.â
you sniffled a little, standing there silent as your hiccups and sobs settled down gradually, your heart beating prominently against your ribs at kentoâs sweet murmurings and affection, because though your fathers actions and decisions were bible, so were kentoâs words.
he was a good man.
âthank you.â you mumbled, and he nodded, gently guiding you to your bed to sit.
âiâll take care of you sweetheart.â he pulled back and placed a soft kiss to your lips. âi promise you.â
you smiled a little, a small warm gleam in your eyes as you sniffed and nodded.
âokay ken.â
words didnât need to be said between the two of you to know the unconditional love you both had for each other, one that was born and bred and made a fact upon your lives crossing paths through fated connections, and strengthened from the day kento decided to be your bodyguard and protect you with everything that he had.
and words didnât need to be said between the two of you as you both fell in each otherâs soft embraces either, kissing with lingering hands and bated breaths as kento delicately laid you back on your bed after a moment of soft chattering, him making sure you were okay, and scattering hungry open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck and your body language alone with your needy whines enough of an indicator to him that you needed all of him, just as much as he needed all of you, his calloused hands undressing you and worshipping your bare body and everything that you were.
skin to skin contact that was hot to the touch, your arms that barely reached around his broad built shoulders trembling as kento made love to you that night, foreheads resting against each others as he pumped slowly and intimately in and out from inside you, your gasps catching themselves in your throat and him moaning with every thrust and snap of his hips that sent you down a ditzy fucked out road that you never wanted to back track from.
and kento treated you like a delicate little pearl all while at the same time desperately marking and bruising you up with hickeys and bites, afraid from the start that he would accidentally cross the line and hurt you due to his size, but you reassuring him with your perfect smile and pretty face while whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he filled you full, him swallowing you whole and man handling you so much to the point where he had to have you biting down on his tie to keep you quiet while he fucked you senseless.
everything about it was meaningful and cherished and nothing like youâd ever experienced before in your lifeâ a night you wanted to remember for as long as you lived and prayed that you got to repeat over and over againâŚÂ with him.
with kento and kento only.
he was the only man capable of simmering down your tears and making you feel so much better about a situation as horrid as the one that transpired, and he was the only man that was capable of getting you to listen when you didnât want to, an incredible talent in itself that spoke volumes in how much of a gentle and kind and reliable person he was⌠and you only hoped that you provided him with things of the same caliber.
and the thought of that only amplified upon you waking up to find that kento wasnât next to you in your bed the next morning⌠when you clearly remembered falling asleep in his big arms the night before.
you slowly sat up, one tired eye peeking over at the vacant spot next you and around the room, finding nothing and honestly feeling a little down about his disappearance as you groggily got out of bed.
maybe he went to eat breakfast? or get a cup of coffee?
you continued on anyways with your morning and freshened up for the day, your legs nearly giving out and sore in the shower due to the pounding he gave youâ skin tender and purple under the running water and you loving every mark, shrugging and getting ready quicker than normal so you could finally see kento downstairs to share a little smooch or two with him.
you zoomed through styling your hair and doing your makeup before spritzing a bit of perfume, not bothering to locate your phone before you opened the door to your bedroom and stepped out, bidding your usual good mornings to your housekeeping staff as you skipped down the grand staircase and over to the kitchen, a place he was usually at if not already with you in your room.
but he wasnât there.
and you frowned.
where was he?
you spent a total of thirty minutes looking for kentoâ practically turning your mansion upside down and even sticking your head in rooms you had never stepped foot in before, your mind fucking confused and worried that you couldnât locate him anywhere and that your staff didnât even know where he was when you asked, for him doing something like this was completely unheard of.
upon going back upstairs, you speedily walked past your fathers study and stopped.
could he be in there�
but your father was for sure in there, and you couldnât stand the thought of speaking or even looking at him at the moment without fury clouding your judgement again.
but kento could be in thereâŚ
you took a deep breath and walked back to your fathers door, hesitantly knocking gently.
âcome in.â
you pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind you before turning around and shoulders slumping when you didnât spot him in here either.
dammit.
âgood morning.â your father spoke. âwhat can i do for you? itâs rather early for you to be stopping by.â
âoh yeah sorry i justââ you played with the ends of your hair. âi was just looking for kento⌠i thought he mightâve been in here.â
he shook his head.
âheâs not. he left.â
you froze.
âheâ what?â
âhe left.â you father repeated. ânanami stepped down from the position of being your bodyguard earlier today. he left a couple of hours ago.â
what the fuck?
âi donâtââ you tightly gripped the table next to you, balancing yourself. âi donât understandââ
âyouâll be assigned a new bodyguard within the next coming weekââ
âdid he say why?â you breathed out. âdid he say anything at all?â
your fathers eyes scanned you.
âamongst various other things, he said he simply couldnât fulfill that position anymore.â
âdid you fire him?!â
he scoffed. âdonât be ridiculous y/n i would never do something like that to nanami. i tried to get him to reconsider.â
holy fucking shit.
kento quit? kento left? kento left you?
it didnât make any sense. nothing about it made sense to you thisâ this wasnât like him at allâ
âlike i said youâll be assigned a new bodyguard soon i just need to finalize nanamiâs paperworkââ
you swung open the door and ran out, your eyes already filling with tears as you pushed through your housekeeping staff and ignored their beckoning and calls, you bursting through your room and throwing everything around to try and find your phone through your heaving and panic.
why did he leave you? was it something you did?
did he finally realize you were nothing but a useless spoiled girl?
you hurriedly wiped your eyes and kept looking, transitioning from your bed over to your vanity desk and knocking over everything to try and find your stupid phone to call him, some of your expensive bottle of perfumes clattering and spilling and you not giving a rats ass about it as your tears increased in intensity, about to run out of your room and get in your car to literally drive around your fucking city to look for him until you snapped your head up.
a small yellow sticky note sat stuck to your mirror.Â
you stopped, dropping the items you were holding and stepping closerâ pulling the note from its position and bringing it in.
iâll be in the garden waiting for you when you wake up.
kento.
you hiccuped and wiped your eyes again, kicking the clothes you had thrown about in search for your phone (that you still couldnât find) as you hurriedly left your room and trudged down the hall, confusion and hurt suffocating your head over the information you had just learned about him and his leave, you reaching the bottom of your staircase and rounding through various hallways and lounge areas to get to the entry way of your little garden, one that wasnât exaggeratingly massive like the monroeâs, but one that was a great size and that you loved with everything in youâ various flowers and herbs planted by yours truly as you periodically took care of them from time to time.
and sure enough, as promised, kento was standing at the end of your garden, his back turned to you as he overlooked the acres of land your father owned that stretched beyond the premises of your rosey labyrinth, him dressed in a casual yet dressy tight long sleeve sweater and dress pantsâ a sight you werenât used to seeing at all as you always saw him in a full blown suit everyday without fail.
kento heard the soft rustling of grass and he slightly turned, a soft smile stretching across his chiseled face until he caught sight of your tear stained cheeks and pissed off expression, his face dropping and brows pinching.
âhoney whatâs wrong?â he walked over to you and you glared. âwhy are you looking at me like that?â
âyou quit.â you muttered, already annoyingly feeling your waterworks trigger again. âmy father said you gave up your bodyguard position.â
âoh.â his shoulders relaxed, and his nonchalance only further pissed you off. âi did my love yesââ
âwhy.â you pushed. âwhy are you leaving i donâtâ i donât get it did i do something wrong? iââ
âwhat?â he shook his head and took your hands in his. âno dear god no you didnât do anything.â
âthen why are you leaving?â you sniffed, and kento wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.
âi told your father i love you.â
you stiffened.
âhe wasnât very pleased.â he continued. âi figured he wouldnât be⌠but he didnât make me step down from my position darling, i chose to do that.â
you blinked confusedly.
âbut why?â
âi donât want to be paid for something that i was born to do as your man.â he smiled warmly. âit didnât feel right to me⌠and i donât want to be labeled as that anymore either.â
he wiped away your remaining tears.
âi want to only be known as yours now. not your bodyguard or anything else in between.â
you were left speechless, unmoving and rigid at everything he was saying.
âhowever⌠your father did make me choose between you and the business.â
your brows furrowed, taken aback.
âtheâ the business?ââ
kento nodded, a content smile still on his face.
âhe was impressed by what you said yesterday sweetheart.âÂ
you scoffed. âwhat that his words were bullshit and that he doesnât care about meââ
he laughed, little crinkles in the corners of his eyes as he shook his head.
âhe was satisfied to see that you werenât angry about not getting the company for yourself, but because he was going to give it away to someone who wasnât qualified to maintain it.âÂ
you pursed your lips.
âhe was offering it to me in exchange for letting you go. i refused immediately.â
your eyes shot up.
âkento no iâ fuckââ you looked around exasperatedly. âthis is your dream! this is everything youâve ever wanted i feel horrible for taking that away i donâtââ
âsweetheart donât be stupid.â he chuckled. âi thought i made it clear enough that youâre everything iâve ever wanted⌠not some business. i donât need any of that. just you.â
your eyes softened.
âare you sad at all?â
he shook his head and gently kissed your forehead.
âiâm the happiest iâve ever been y/n.â
and that was the truest of truths.
kento was truly and incandescently happy, no longer tied down and restrained by his inner monologues of former idiotic confusion, or jugglings of what was best for you and whether you should be with him or not no longer standing in the way either as he finally welcomed the fact that yesâ a woman as gracious and lively and stunning as you could indeed love a simple man like him, an absolute privilege and honor to have someone as special as you want a life with him in it that he just couldnât understand how his feelings were ever considered confusing to start with.
for him thinking of nothing but you and his occupation as your protector and your guide, a job that he saw himself doing beside you until his very dying day, was all simply a mask of him thinking out the rest of his life with you in the form of work.
and it was so clear that he loved you. so much.
how could he not? how could the way he stared at the monroeâs generational wedding portraits and photographs, swapping their faces out with his and yours, and his constant weighings of âif she was mineâ and âdoes she actually feel the same wayâ from before not already give away enough that he loved you?
but it was even clearer now, with him giving up the opportunity to build and nourish a reputable business like heâd always aspired to do, turning it down without so much as a blink because he wanted you and you only, not feeling an ounce of regret in his body and knowing that he never will.
kento was looking forward to spending the rest of his days with the woman that heâd always envisioned it withâ the forbidden heavenly fruit that he had deemed impossible to reach and wrong to even try, him unknowing of the fact that that same glistening fruit sat dangling and waiting as it would only ever let itself be harvested and picked by himâŚÂ for kento was the one who planted and had been nurturing it for as long as it could remember.
planted it⌠nurtured it⌠kept it safe.
kept you safe.
and funnily enough, another individual was also looking forward to seeing your life with kento unfoldâŚÂ your fatherâ curious to see how exactly two opposites became compatible, and when it was that the two of you fell in love as it managed to wholeheartedly slip past his radar completely when most things didnât.
had he really been this absent in your life?
⌠though regardless if he was or wasnât, it was too late to dwell on it now, seeing as you were a grown woman and capable and your father was grateful that you at least had a companion with you through the many days he wasnât, and an honorable man such as kentoâ taking care of you and guiding you through every step of your life when he didnât even need to be asked, his willingness to do it and overlooking your reckless habits reading numbers to your father.
and even more so now as he leaned against his studies stone balcony ledge from above, it overlooking the entirety of your garden plus the acres of land he owned during the annual dinner party he put on for the business, kento sitting peacefully on a lawn chair with you in his lap while drinking glasses of sparkling champagne, soft echoing laughs and giggles heard from below as you enjoyed each others company away from the bustling crowds and nosy relatives.
it was a pleasing sight, to say the least.
and it was exactly why your father was going to give his business to kento when the time came, because when given the choice between gluttony and love, kento chose love.
he chose you.
âiâm thinking of planting tiger lilies soon.â you hummed, your head resting on kentoâs shoulder as he delicately ran a hand down your back, sipping his champagne. âitâs almost their season⌠right?â
âi believe so, yes.â he nodded. âi think thatâs a great idea.â
âthanks!â you cheesed, running the tip of your index finger absentmindedly over the rim of your glass. âwill you help me? i need your big manly arms to carry the soil out from the flower shop tomorrow hehe.â
he chuckled, tracing his fingers gingerly over your upper arm. âiâll pick it up for you in the morning sweetheart. donât concern yourself with it.â
you smiled to yourself, cheeks warm as you pressed a kiss to his cheek in gratitude.
âi am concerned about something else thoughâŚâ
his brows pinched, lowering the glass from his lips and looking at you in concern.
âwhat is it?â
âwhen weâre gonna pick our wedding dateââ
kento laughed boastfully and shook his head, setting down his champagne glass on the little table next to him and settling his hand over your thigh, the material of your classy black dress smooth under his touch.
âyou asked me this just last night my love.â
âokay so?â you grinned. âyou donât want me to be your precious wife? the birth giver of your offspring?ââ
âi never said thatââ
âbecause i could yâknow.â you caressed his jaw with your thumb. âi could be your wife and be the mother of your children⌠isnât that what you want?â
with all of his heart.
âitâs what i want at least.â you pouted, and kento smiled handsomely, the vision of you soaked in the rays of the setting sun before him a lethal one as he felt his heart rattle against his chest.
âme promising to take care of you has marriage included above all else my love.â he spoke gently. âyou will be my bride someday, i assure you.â
you stared at him warmly, your cheek falling to rest against his as you placed your hand on his chest and over his white crisp button up.
âi also assure you that youâll continue to be happy and protected, alright?â he squeezed your thigh. âjust because iâm not your bodyguard anymore doesnât mean my duties are done with.â
you nodded against him, the slight prickling cold wind brushing against your skin as the stunning sun continued to set.
âyouâre a good man, ken.â you murmured. âand i love you.â
and that was another truest of truths.
because as he reiterated that same three worded phrase back to you and held you closer to his built frame, grabbing his blazer from the arm rest and draping it over your goose bumped filled shoulders, and with a tender kiss to your lips?
it was obvious that kento nanami was born and raised to be just that.
a good man.
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breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.
you're falling in love.
(i'd just like to say that in this scenario i imagined UA as an university so they're a bit older... thank you for reading <3)
you had no one to blame but yourself. you read too much and you never know when to stop. but really, how can you go to sleep when the found family are about to perform the heist?
so when school was back things got complicated. your brain had its own routine by now so when you were laying in bed and the moonlight was trying to get in through the curtains it felt like you just drank 3 bottles of coffee.
your celling was making your mind combust this is why you got up and decided to take a little walk. you left your dorm and went for the stairs, feet light as the moonlight touching the walls. maybe you should buy a sleeping mask. or try meditation. new year new habits.
when you arrived at the communal space you were trying not to let the frustation win the fight against your empathetic consciousness. one side of your head was screaming that the begining of a school year should be centered, organized and fierced and an insomnia on your first day is not a great start. the other part was giving you a gentle pat on your head saying that life doesn't end when you graduate and you just have to take one day at a time.
you find yourself walking very slowly towards the kitchen and sitting on your usual stool. the third one from right to left. the whole place was beautifully iluminated by the moon. isn't sad that the moonlight is actually an reflection of the light that hits them? must be isolating.
there was a mini jar on the counter filled with m&m's. you slided it close to you and started to eat the yellow ones.
it was 5:28am acording to the microwave. m&m's were a great breakfast.
but the moon itself was pretty once iluminated by the others.... so it must feel pretty, right? seen? especially if it knows us, humans are captivated by its brutal and elegant greyness,
"the fuck is this?"
you jump. like cartoon jump.
and he didn't even scream he merely whipered. a rasp and crude whisper but a hushed tone nonetheless.
"holy jesus bakugo-" you whisper back with your hand on your chest trying calm it.
"what are you doing?" his interrupition as strong as he is.
"you scared the shit out of me." you complete. sort of ignoring his question.
he stayed still a few feet away burning you with his red eyes. his natural rage and powerful aura filling up the space.
"morning." you say. not in a good mood to smile but with enough chocolate in your system to sound gentle.
his eyes were on you for 5 seconds (5 minutes in your head) before he growled and moved, walking around the counter, turning one single light of the relatively big kitchen and started to get everything to prepare his healthy breakfast.
since first year, bakugo grew gracefully for those who noticed. although he changed he'd still murder you with an m&m if you said that out loud. you're definitely not that close to the boy but you were one of those who got enchanted by a determination so big and fierce someone could get blinded by it.
just like you were constantly astonished by momo's bright and calculated mind or todoroki's immense gentleness after a life that lacked warmness, you spent those 3 years seeing bakugo as an inspiration.
although his whole group of friends had a confidence you wished you had. they intimidated you. hagakure says it's you being stupid.
you watch as the boy moves fast and domestically calm through the gabinets, knowing exactly what he needs and wants.
with his large back facing you he started chopping and boiling and cooking. all the yellow m&m's had ended by the time one of you said a word.
"why are you up?"
raspy and soft. but you were not expecting him acknowledging you at all.
"hm..." your eyes focused on his back. "insomnia. vacation consequences."
you hear a distant grunt.
"so you came here to eat chocolate?" he kept preparing his dish in an annoyingly organized way.
"well, if my body is not feeling like being healthy might as well join his thinking."
"great thinking." he concludes and it's not even lacying with sarcasm. just full judgement.
it takes a few seconds for you to toughen up and keep talking.
"any tips?"
with that he turns and looks at you for a few seconds. you hold his gaze.
he only answers when he's back at glaring at the vegetables. "just fucking sleep."
it's so blunt it cracks a chuckle out of you. you betray yourself and take a single red m&m to your mouth.
"you ever slept in?"
"no." he rumbles.
"not even like, 5 minutes?"
"no."
"that's crazy..." you whisper to yourself.
"that's discipline." he defends not whispering back.
"yes, it absolutely is." you sounded silly but that was not the intention. "once me and tokoyami tried to make a schedule and wake up at 5 to train together"
it was fun trying to be healthy doing team work. you remember him telling you that dark shadow was also excited to practice outdoors since it was going to be dark still the time you agreed. "we only did it for a week."
you see him shake his head and murmur something you took 3 seconds to decode. "more than what i was expecting"
"okay!" you protest softly. "not all of us wants to be the best there is"
"and that means i can't judge you for being stupid?"
he blunts it out. as you said, bakugo was stil an angry, angry person but with patience and respect on the edges now. if you look closely.
"and some of us are not that competitive... like, really not. ever played uno with me?"
you hear him taking a deep breath. you don't know if that's an "yes" a "no" or a "i dare you to keep talking"
so you keep talking. "and i tried, doesn't that count?"
"it doesn't if you don't even do the bare damn minimum" his voice still raspy and very dure but the sleepiness not there anymore "not sleeping fries your brain." he resolutes.
"but this brain is also the reason i have anxiety so i'm just paying it back."
he finally turns to you with those immaculate sharp red eyes and points at you with the knife he was holding. "stupid."
"no, fairness." you smile and point a red m&m at him.
you held his gaze until he turned again. but then he finished part of whatever he was doing and drops the knife, washes his hands and turns to you again.
now you're getting goosebumps because he's walking towards you.
"you should've given me tips to sleep if you didn't want me annoying you at 5 in the morning" you defend yourself of something. you're really grateful for the courage the dawn gives people.
"is this gonna be a recurring thing?" he whisper. he stops in front of you, a counter between you both.
"don't know. it might be."
your hand was going to another red m&m when he stopped it. "stop eating this shit."
"then do you mind giving me cooking tips as well?"
his eyebrows furrows and he takes another deep breath letting go of your wrist. the counter was not that big. he was too close. "just focus on your breathing and it'll help you relax. even if you're not sleepy breathing techniques do help."
oh!
he did try to help you and that was sweet and you couldn't help but smile. "thank you."
he quickly turned around and went back to the stove grunting in response "don't need you yapping my ears off at the one time i have peace in this place."
with that you got up from the stool and went to your dorm feeling lightheaded.
ââ â ââ
after that there was no reason not to take deep breaths and count before sleeping. of course the problem was not fixed but it actually helped! there was some nights where your brain could not for his own health turn off the lights and it took you couting till 50 to relax but overall. you were sleeping at least 6 hours straight so a win is a win.
your relationship with bakugo evolved from not talking at all to you saying hi to him and him grunting in return. the universe decided to be kind to you by pairing you two a few times to spare during some of aizawa's classes and it was so unhealthy how you felt happy and annoyingly you with him.
so some nights you did had to trick yourself into not think about bakugo. to not think about how domestically warm and confortable it would be to cook with the boy if you were a little bit more than friends.
and then you blink three times remembering you were at best his colleague and you shouldn't be thinking this just because of an exchange of 30 minutes and a few swift but blazing conversations.
but it's a reasonable crush if we analyze the bigger picture.
you're not one with much confidence, and even though you're not one with many romantic experience too it's an understandable situation having a bloom of emotions when you finally have nice exchanges with the person you admire the most in class.
right?
four weeks later, saturday happened.
you've been doing good in training and even your studing sessons were making you proud so you decided to give yourself a deserving movie night.
things were great when you watched a movie and then another one but you decided you wanted a sweet popcorn to accompany you with the third one. and that went terribly wrong.
which is where you are now, looking at whatever annomaly you were swiping in the frying pan.
"of course you're involved with that god awful smell." he grunts from a few meters behind you and you're not sure how you didn't hit his head with how far you jolted.
"fucking hell bakugo!" you turn to him and it's noticible heâs trying to hold the little smirk in the corner of his mouth. donât look that way. "how does an angry bird like you have such a light feet?"
"by not wanting to wake the losers" he concludes coming closer to you to discover what was happening at the crime scene.
oh! he smells good.
at 5am? criminal. cinnamon but with a touch of sandalwood. you truly wanted him to give you a prolonged hug.
"you are a fucking dimwit." he grimaced.
"i'm not great with new recipes!" you didn't have a single argument this time.
"ruin popcorn it's a new level." he walked towards the trash and opened. it's kind of a superpower that his expression alone could criticize so many aspects of a person.
you defeatedly walked to him with the pan in hands and threw its content in the trash.
"hopeless." he whispered as he took the object from you and walked to the sink.
you pout and make way to sit in your stool by the counter.
"i make a neat rice." you whisper back.
he immeditaly let out a chuckle. "i bet."
why were you still here was a question you'd burned with the imaginary popcorn. so it took you while to say anything,
"i remember in second year," really nice of them to keep replacing the m&m's in the jar. it was a good distraction look for the yellow ones. "when we were celebrating jiro's birthday and everybody was outside, i was going back inside to refil my water cup when i heard kaminari's voice desperately apologizing-"
a loud noice startled you. it sounded like a pot hitting the sink. you're not to make assumptions but it felt like he knew where you were going.
so you kept talking. "and suddendly you barked at him to shup up-"
"i didn't fucking bark-" he interrupted snarling. oh he was so sweet.
"-turns out he accidentally ruined a small part of her cake and you fixed it in record time. and didn't even eat it. i'm quite sure you went to bed after the happy birthday" you interrupted his interruption.
it was a quiet night so by the sounds you could identify that he started to do whatever he was doing a bit more angryly.
"cakes are stupid." he rumbles.
"they are important on birthdays."
"fucking dunce face can't keep his mouth shut-" him angrily replying with his back to you was a bit comical.
"in his defense" in the counter, you make a heart with the yellow m&m's you haven't eaten yet. "i traded this information giving him my piece of the cake that day."
you glace up and he was still treating the food with rage. "because surprisingly i'm not a big fan of cakes."
"weird coming from someone with the most crappy eating habits."
"i know, right?" you answer and he doesnât respond. you fill the little heart with the red m&m's.
you take a deep breath.
"it was nice of you" you look up. "the number one spot is in safe hands."
he stilled. for about 7 seconds.
then he started to move again. calmly. you start to eat the yellow m&m's and after a while of him preparing his perfect little breakfast he speaks again.
"you being a sting in my ass since last year and telling me proudly." he says, his voice a bit more deep and cemented.
"yes, i like to think i'm a nice little bee." you admit.
"HA!" his rough laugh invaded the room.
"they're pretty and united and very important-"
"will you include the part they make honey and you can"t cook for shit?"
"it's a team work!" you defend. "don't you think that when a bee has problems with her honey, another one doesn't come to help?"
now you try to hold your laughter from your own statement.
"that's just pathetic." he answers.
"you're just not a bee." you resolve. you start to eat the red m&m's left. "you're more like a lone wasp. they're big and quite prett-"
your discourse is interrupted when a small bowl is strongly put in front of you spreading the red dots.
"hey!" you're about to protest when its contents finally loads in your brain.
it's popcorn.
with chocolate.
you feel the little bees in your stomach make a mess. a pure and chaotically comforting emotion fill your heart and there is no going back now. how can a furious boy make you breathe so peacefully?
when you finally come back to the moment and look up he immediately turns around and goes back to the stove.
"bakugo-"
"no." his tone heavy and definitive.
you take a deep breath and try to relax. not fighting the small smile in your face anymore.
"bakugo." your tone soft but as decisive as his.
he fights for a second but turns to you with a locked jaw. his eyes the sharpest you've ever seen, giving you nothing to unravel before going to sleep.
"thank you." and with that you leave the kitchen.
ââ â ââ
the following week you felt like suffocating but also very fucking joyful.
nothing prominent changes in your rotine. you're still dedicated to have a good sleeping pattern and things with you and bakugo haven't changed. and you weren't expecting them to.
but you needed saturday to come.
you were going to be there on purpose this time. and you were fiercily holding the ballon of insecurities screaming that you were too in clouds of your emotions to not think your decision carefully.
so it's 5:37 when you're getting closer to the kitchen, the familiar hiss and chopping of the food capturing the place making you shiver for some reason.
a well known reason but whatever.
you gently pull your usual stool to sit on it and your eyes lock to his figure, who froze for a millisecond when you made the sound.
your hand automatically made way to the mini jar that lived in the counter only to find nothing there.
you whip around to glare at him.
"who did you threatened to blow to get my m&m's removed?"
he took his time finishing whatever he was doing and turned to you very slowly. to have his attention on you once again sent intense shivers all over your body.
"why am i involved?" he soflty replies and you think you like his voice a little too much.
"you're always involved."
"always?"
"yep." you nod.
he leans his body back on the sink putting his hands on his pockets. boy, it's really fucking unffair to be heavenly beautiful like this.
you pout. "i just want my yellow m&m's back."
and then. and then
he measures your face before taking his right hand out of his pocked, setting a yellow m&m on his tongue and closing his mouth.
"come get it." he replies nonchantly.
your body suddenly feels solid and your blood it's cathing on fire. there is no way this scene wasnât a creation of your most desired dream that was buried deep in your consciousness.
"well?" he arches one eyebrow and you blink. twice.
you decide in a millisecond to fight fire with fire. you're not a confident person but you could pretend to be.
you get off the stool and walk around the counter, only to sit on it placing yourself not far from him. you feel his eyes piercing you until yours met his.
"someone told me once i donât even do the bare minimumâŚ" you motioned to the empty space where the jar used to be âwhy would i go there if it can come to me?â
you hold his gaze while he took four steps to arrive and place himself between your legs.
heâs fixated on your mouth while you decide your favorite color is the color of his hair.
his slight smirk felt like an illusion when he breathes in your mouth âyou little minx.â
then his mouth was against yours.
his hand found the back of your head making he deepen the kiss deliciously firme. a kiss as intense and imposing and skilled as the boy.
your hands made their way to his hair and it felt like a fervent dream when his own hands were now behind your thighs pulling you illogically close to him. his tongue ardent against yours making your whole body melt in his and when you scrap where his hair meets his neck his throat makes a guttural noise. you wanted to overflow in him.
when you pulled apart youâre a bit dizzy.
âyou taste like chocolate.â you blur out.
placing his hands on your jaw he touches featherly your mouth with his tumb.
âwhy donât you let me find out what you taste like, brat?â
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"Here's your hot cocoa, have a good evening!"
You receive your drink as you bow, thanking the employee and go outside to find a seat. As you sat next to a decorated christmas tree, you look in front of you and see a giant build board printed a familiar face on it.
Should you be proud to know that your memory is very good because you could recognize your highschool bully?
Probably not, haha...
You take a sip of your cocoa, thinking about what had happened in the past between the two of you.
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It's like any other highschool bully story that everyone always read, during your first year, you were picked on by the richest and the most handsome guy in school and he forced you to do his homework everyday for 2 years. Tormenting you in the halls, drag you out whenever his mood isn't it, making you a laughing stock for the whole school.
But why only 2 years? Because everything went upside down for him when the last year started.
His parents had enough of him and brutally cut off his bank account, told him that either he learn how to work hard or he'd never get his hands on his father company. When he thought that his long time friends would still be there to support him through this, they quickly turn their backs on him upon knowing that he has no use left to them.
During the time he was at his worst, you stepped in and offer him a helping hand, telling him that you will help him with everything for this last year and in return, he must comply with your one request and can not decline.
He was wary at first when you suddenly did that but he had no other choices as there was no one else except you that would help him anyways.
And he was not disappointed for trusting you, you supported him through every single thing, improved his grades making him in the top 50 of the school, engaged him in participating in that model contest and also fulfil the role of being a friend that he can rely on.
When the school year end came, it was also time he hear your request. You couldn't remember much about anything other than what you said, you can't remember how the scenery looked like, what the principal was saying on stage, even the look on his face because after you said it, you left immediately.
"Let's never cross paths ever again in this life, that is my request."
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You realized that your cup is now empty just like how the streets are also beginning to be, so you throw the cup into the trash can and walk home.
You wonder back to the times when you were teaching him the subjects, you would sometime catch him staring in an obsessive way at you but you didn't really care back then because your hatred for him was too much but now that you moved on, you wonder why he was staring at you like that.
"He also said something after I left that day but I couldn't hear what it was.." You mumble as you step out of the elevator to your apartment only to be greeted with a door that is not locked at all.
Your movements were hesitant, slowly, you open the door with cautious as you also carefully step inside your home. Right after you had closed the front door, a sudden sting on your neck send you off balance, fall into someone's arms and fainted immediately.
"Come get me at the apartment now." The tall figure said through a bluetooth headphone device on his ears.
Your bully smile down at you with a creepy smile, inhaling your familiar scent as he hug you close and tightly around his arms.
"You can tell me to do anything, give you anything, to die even. Anything but letting you leave."
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After they said those words, my world seemed like crashing down on me in seconds.
I guess I have no other choice but to fulfil a different request from them in the future then.
"I shall have you in my arms when we meet again, love."
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(ayy pov change :D)
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gojo satoru is a lot of things. the strongest, the first person to be born with the limitless technique and six eyes and a whore. a slut for his girlfriend and his boyfriend, geto suguru. you and suguru take advantage of his neediness and he wants you to go it over and over again.
content warning: 18+!!!!, established relationship, threesome, satosugu x afab reader, filthy smut, satoru is so needy and desperate omg, you and suguru are lowk mean, sub satoru, face sitting, anal (gojo is getting dicked DOWWNNNN), just nastiness so please be aware âĄ
authorâs note: there is a twitter link above, it is how i got the inspo so for better visualization please go take a look! you must have a twitter account and be signed in to see it :). let me know what you guys think, and please please feedback is always so welcomed and please talk to me because i love interacting with all of you! iâm sorry for my inactivity but iâve been SLUMPED with school and just concepts overall but if you all have any ideas asks are always welcome and iâm open to hear your ideas. please enjoy and i love you all so so very much!
his wet dream, his dark twisted fantasy.
satoru is flat on his back, pleasure coursing through his body. he could feel it from the tips of his toes to the pads of his sweaty fingers. his senses are overcome in pure ecstasy, his head is swirling in euphoria. satoruâs chest is heaving, toes are curling and hips trembling.
on one end, suguru is between his lean, lengthy legs, fat, pink tip pressed so deeply in against his prostate, harsh thrusts in and out of his tight muscle, while on the other side youâre smothering him between your own legs, showering him in your honeyed essence. you grind down onto satoruâs mouth, his defined chin rubbing your pearl of nerves so deliciously.
âgimme those lips, pretty.â you heard the purple eyed manâs voice and you moan when satoru whimpers into your folds, the sensation bringing you so much closer to falling off the tall edge. suguruâs manicured fingers wrap around your slender throat, cold, chunky rings almost stinging your warm, flustered skin. he tangles his tongue with yours, messy sucking noises deafen the sounds of satoruâs whines of protest. the strongest sorcerer is grasping at your hips, desperate to see the scene play out in front of him but to no avail you stay perched, prettily, on his handsome face. after what felt like forever you and suguru split a provocative string of saliva connect your candy pink lips together.
turning your attention back to the neglected man below, you continue your movements on the manâs mouth and suguru, thrusting in and out of his weeping hole. âmmmm, f-fuck.â satoru cried beneath you, strong arms wrapped around your thighs like a boa, suguruâs hand on the white haired manâs hip moves to hold his red blushed cock. the contact for his boyfriend automatically sent large beads of precum shooting out of the swollen tip.
âwanna help him out, pretty girl? suck that big cock, know you can do it.â suguru knew how his words always sent you into a spiral. his sultry tone, the feline stare and the sexy smirk thatâs always smeared across his pretty face. like a puppy, you obeyed eagerly bending down, eyes on your black haired boyfriend before you devoured the length fully. satoru jumped therefore shoving the cock impossibly deeper down your throat. his sweaty abs clenched tightly, veins popping out of his fair skin and eyes rolling to the back of his head.
âmmmph, fuck!â satoru is generally pretty composed during sex but no one could blame him for coming undone. his neck reddened and tips of his ears a rosy pink. âslowerâ god, fuck. slow down, dove. gânna make me, gânna cum.â a desperate whine erupting from his chest, vibrating right into your wet folds. you mewled at the sensation, pressing your hips down harder against his pretty, glossed lips, your lips still tightly wrapped around his long length.
âcanât cum until our girl does, satoru.â suguru chastised his lover, slowly pressing his cock dizzyingly deeper into his tight hole. âfuck, youâre always so tight.â suguruâs breath trembled, thrusts becoming more erratic and his knees weakened. the strongest sorcerer was thrashing, crying and moaning below the both of you, he was so overstimulated. his lower stomach painfully full, waiting for the delicious release, this feeling was further edged when you press your warm palm to the spot that made him fall apart.
âsweet- goddamn, fuck. sweetheart please. let me cum, wanna cum for you.â his cries muffled but still heard flicking your tongue against his frenulum and that sent him for a loop. âbaby, gânna- sugu, please.â he exasperatedly begged for permission of release, hips pushing up into your mouth while suguruâs assault continues.
he smirks at satoruâs state, sending a fox-like smirk his way, though he canât see it. âmake her cum. make a mess outta her, then come all over yourself. desperate slut.â he muttered the degrading words under his breath as he feels his balls tighten and you look up at him through your thick lashes. âd-donât look at me like that, pretty girl. jusâ let sâtoru take care of you.â as the words fall for suguruâs mouth, satoru pushes his tongue into you, using the pad of his thumb to your pearly nerves, making you jerk and cry while you sick on the pale pink tip of his cock.
âsâtoru, baby. good boy.â you sobbed, gushing all over his porcelain skin, while in tandem satoruâs tip released all over your lips, glossing them a milky white and suguru pushes his thick length into satoruâs muscle, painting his insides white.
after a couple of minutes of rest and recollecting your thoughts, sweaty bodies holding each other in a yin-and-yang, your boyfriends start kissing your neck, nibbling your ear lobes and sucking on your sweet spots. they shared knowing glances, suguru sitting up and pulling you onto his lap, tangling his tongue with yours and satoru pressing his strong chest against your back, kissing your shoulders and nape.
âwe want a taste, sweets.â satoru piped up, âcâmon, darling, weâre starvinâ.â suguru responded to your squirm and protest, large hands cupping your face and neck and satoruâs lean hands tracing your spine and massaging your shoulders sweetly. when you finally nod your head, previously confident demeanor gone with your two boyfriends kissing and sucking pretty hickeys into your plush thighs, the sheets below you soaked and dirty from the vulgar scene.
youâre really in for it tonight.
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Holiday Shopping that fights period poverty for college students? Yep! Read on. :)
After the success of our June/Pride 2024 sales goal, where we managed to eliminate a lot of the debt we accumulated while I was unable to work earlier this year & stock up cash so we didn't have to borrow for payroll during the fall lull and also donate to @queerliblib, we were considering where to focus on this year when a conversation I had with my mom pointed me in the direction of our charity for Holidays 2024: the East Stroudsburg University Warrior Food Pantry, and specifically, stocking menstrual products at the pantry.
Without getting too much into the weeds about the details - which I'll talk about under the cut for those of you who are interested - here's the pitch: we need to hit a gross sales goal of $45K in December in order to pay our bills and payroll basically until Pride starts up. Businesses like ours are very much feast or famine, and we've got to eat and we've got people whose paychecks depend on us having the cash to pay them.
If we hit that goal, we'll donate the equivalent of 1% of our net profit from the month of December in period products -- tampons and pads, specifically, by request of the food pantry, and possibly reusable pads and menstrual cups, if the pantry wants that from us. (At the end of the day, this is about taking care of people the way they need, and we'll listen to the pantry staff about what people are requesting.)
We've currently got our Bottoms & Tops sale going, too, so you can buy 2 tops or bottoms from the linked collection & get 69% off the 3rd item from that collection.
Okay, so for the long version whys and wherefores:
My mom taught math at ESU for 35 years, and she and Dad now volunteer running the food pantry along with a couple of other people. ESU is a state school, and as such is one of the few remaining vaguely affordable schools in Pennsylvania. A lot of its students are self-supporting for one reason or another -- many are "non-traditional"/adult students, have kids, or don't have families that can support them while they go to school. Mom & Dad have pushed to expand what the food pantry offers to personal care items, which has been difficult due to a bunch of boring stuff about money and state entities and also people thinking 'that's not food,' but Mom is stubborn about it, because -- to paraphrase her -- how can you focus on class when you feel gross? This struggle has been especially difficult for menstrual products, and way more so for tampons, because it's a rather conservative area and... yeah. People get weird about it.
I've been really broke, with a young kid, and reliant on food pantries, which rarely, if ever, have any menstrual products, let alone tampons. Period poverty is very real, and it sucks.
Plus, I gotta tell you, if we can send a bunch of boxes of tampons and pads to the food pantry, well... Rumor has it this will help my mom win an argument over whether those items should be carried at all, because what are they gonna do, throw them out? They're here! They've been donated! Wasting them would be terrible. :)
So that's the pitch, guys. Help me make a direct, measurable difference in the lives of people at the school where I went to winter swim team, the school that fed me growing up... and help my mom win an argument about making people's lives better... and get your holiday shopping done while you do. ;) We start counting sales from the minute I hit post. :P
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@thedouglastrap, I want to first acknowledge and celebrate you for doing what looks like some pretty significant research into the TSR era, the OSR, and how the WOTC era is different; I respect you so much more for that than Average Commentor who responds based on their perception of Old D&D owing mainly to hearsay.
Anyway, it's true that the old school spirit of AD&D 2e is somewhat contested in the OSR, but I do still think the release of 3e works as a dividing line due to just how different it was. Although 2e was definitely starting to shift in a direction closer to modern D&D, it is also true that
A. that shift really began in the 1e era, especially with Dragonlance, and
B. 2e does still have all the most crucial hallmarks of old school dungeon play: reactions, morale, XP for treasure (as an optional rule, but still) and dungeon turns.
(Granted, they did kinda screw up reactions by having the roll modified by morale instead of PC charisma for some reason, but other than that it's good. There's even multiple columns you can use to account for the PCs' or monsters' demeanor!)
Now of course reactions and morale were always more like guidelines for the DM to lean on if they couldn't/didn't want to decide on their own, but the fact that they are in the game at all says a lot; specifically, it tells DMs "These are things you should be considering." 3e's monster lore is great, but it's a lot easier to ignore a paragraph of fluff than an actual game mechanic. Similarly, it's a lot easier when skimming a stat block to see that a creature's morale score is a high number, indicating they're less likely to flee or surrender, than to scan through paragraphs of lore to find a written description of the same. When something like this is more usable during actual play, it is less likely to be ignored.
3e brought in a lot of new players, in addition to bringing back a lot of old ones. And I'm sure there were many old-timers who'd keep playing monsters as having agency out of habit, and I'm sure there were many new DMs who figured it out on their own, but like... the game itself wasn't teaching those things anymore.
Related: @imsobadatnicknames2, most of what you said about BX does apply to 2e! Again, 2e was a clear step toward 3e, but in the big picture it's much closer to 1e and BX than it is to any modern edition. Main difference is that AD&D clerics (in both AD&Ds) get their spell at level 1, so healing is slightly easier from the get-go. 1e does have negative HP, but 2e turns it into an optional rule.
So there is a pretty clear shift in playstyle between TSR D&D and WotC D&D: for better and for worse, D&D 3e introduced the idea of encounter balance, de-emphasized mechanics that had previously encouraged the GM to think of the monsters as real living creatures (reaction rolls, morale, etc.), and it had the effect of making D&D a much more combat-focused game. D&D has always been a game that's opinionated about combat, it's basically the most expressive and detailed form of play regardless of edition, but combat in the TSR editions was not exactly zoomed in and tactical. The WotC editions purposefully made combat zoomed in, granular, and tactical.
And this has had an effect on playstyle: since combat is now the main form of player expression what players actually want is for their characters to get into combat. Because combat is the most fun part of the game. But the game has also changed from the largely amoral dungeon-crawling game into a game of fantasy heroics (even though a lot of the trappings of the amoral dungeon-crawling still remain, which contributes to the dissonance), so you can't just have the player characters going into combat for the sake of it. That would frame the player characters as kind of Fucked Up, and we can't have that in our supposedly heroic fantasy.
What you end up with is a variety of contrivances like "they're bandits," "they're cultists," or, my all-time favorite, "they attacked first" to make the action seem morally justifiable, even though gameplay is still motivated by a desire to fight. The monsters fight to the death and, importantly, can often not be reasoned and negotiated with, partly because combat is supposed to be the fun, engaging part everyone is here to do, but also because if they actually acted like reasonable people it could cause dissonance with the whole "the player characters are the goodest heroes."
As my friend @tenleaguesbeneath once called it: what is actually going on is that the player characters are hunting people and monsters who have been programmed to fight to the death and never negotiate for sport, while justifying it as self-defence.
It's a simple power fantasy, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it. Sometimes you want to play a morally uncomplicated game about killing guys with cool magic swords. But I think it's also fun to think about what the specific types of monsters players end up fighting reveals about Society the invisible, unexamined ideology lying under the surface that the designers of even modern D&D have failed to examine. And to me it often reads like a frontier justice fantasy. None of that is to detract from anyone's joy of the game, and for me it's just fun to think about and post about this stuff while Still Enjoying the Game, but if someone expressing that opinion makes you feel uncomfortable, why? That's pretty silly imo.
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Hey you! I loved the bright eyes request!! Iâd love to request a next part where Eddie finally asks princess out and Lua calls you mommy as she heard it at school or daycare and her and Eddie talk about it? đŤŁ
Also sorry Iâm a pain I just love your story so much! Itâs my favorite
Hi babe! I'm sorry it took so long, I have been going through it. I hope you enjoy it!
bright eyes universe drabble ~2.1k girl!dad eddie
âCareful Lu, let dada flip it.â He whispered as he grabbed the plastic spatula away from her hand.Â
Her curious eyes followed every move he made, watching closely and in awe as he rapidly flipped the chocolate chip pancake they had made together.Â
They had snuck into your trailer with everything prepared, pancake mix in one of those old reused glass jars. He got that new habit from you and your pantry.Â
Lua kept giggling at the idea of waking you up. Her cheeks became rosier by the second as her eyes squinted. She had a hard time controlling her excitement given has she had only joked about wanting to wake you up, lucky for her her indulgent dad had the same idea.Â
She climbed down the chair she used to see what Eddie cooked -he had a new habit, talking her through every process, trying to get her to talk more, better, longer sentences- and given that he was pouring more mix into the buttered pan he was too focused to stop her. He figured sheâd sit on the floor as she usually did.Â
Lua had other ideas in her head, she found her way to your bedroom door. A light push was enough for it to open and the little giggles became a chuckling that made you toss in your bed, now that you laid half awake.Â
Her tiny footsteps found the side you were sleeping and a koi smile appeared on your lips as you realised what was happening. As soon as you felt the pressure on the mattress and her whispered grunting of her effort to climb your bed you knew you had to wrap her under your sheets.Â
So you did, your eyes halved open as you saw her big and wide smile. You couldnât help but let your lips curl upwards. Her hair looked exactly as Eddieâs did when he had a long night of just dreaming and tossing, a tangled perfected mess. You let out a small âAHâ before opening your arms as you held your duvet, pulling it down in a swift motion, trapping her inside while she jumped to hug you.Â
The small giggles and screams made Eddie rush to your room, finding the scene he found both endearing and magical. The warm morning light creeping into your room illuminates your bedroom in a way that makes it seem like it was already a warm and special memory. He stood there for a second by the threshold crossing his arms as he saw you both emerge from under the covers, he could help but shake his head in disbelief from how lucky he felt.Â
You made eye contact with him briefly as Lua continued blabbering her good mornings and her excited questions and he mouthed a soft âmorningâ he caught you blushing before you mouthed back a soft âgoodâ.Â
He walked back to the kitchenaid with a different rhythm, a happier and more awake one.Â
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You waited in the car while he dropped Lua off into kindergarten, watching with a shy smile at the idealistic picture and the four hugs and six forehead kisses of reassurance Lua had needed before going inside the classroom.Â
You laughed quietly to yourself as you waited for him to come back, seeing how an excited grin appeared on his face as he found his way back to you.Â
âHiâ Eddie muttered as soon as he opened the door, sitting back in the driver seat. His head reached for yours so your lips could meet properly.Â
A sweet and short kiss laid at the top of your lips.Â
âHiâ You whispered back, feeling that familiar flush in your cheeks as that lucky feeling invaded your body once again.Â
âSo, what do you want to do?â He asked as he started the car, it caught you by surprise if you were honest, he could tell by the way your lips pressed together.Â
âI thought you had work?â You half asked. You were the one that needed reassurance now.Â
âNot until lunch.â He said nonchalantly, his right hand finding your thigh, stroking it softly and absentmindedly.Â
âWadeâs doing the pick up then?â You followed as he started to drive, not sure where to go yet.Â
âShit.â He muttered as realisation hit.Â
He looked at you with a horrified look. You knew in that instance he was starting to panic, he was starting to feel bad about himself, his mind telling him all sort of horrible and despicable things he would never dare to speak aloud.Â
âDo you want me toâŚ?â The space between his eyebrows where a wrinkle was relaxed suddenly. You simply smiled back, your hand petting his that still laid on top of your thigh.Â
âYou donât have toâŚâ You shook your head as soon as he said it.Â
âIt doesnât bother me, Moon.â His hand tangled with yours. You saw him blushing at the softness of your tone.Â
âI know it doesnât⌠I just donât want you to feel like you have to fix my fuck upsâ He tried to explain as his eyes left the road to look at yours.Â
âBut I like fixing your fuck upsâ You chirped back with a sweet sing-song voice that made him earnestly smile. âI also like youâ You add just so you could see him blush a bit.Â
âIdiotâ Eddie whispered through his teeth, smiling wide at the sound of your words.Â
âYour idiot.âÂ
âYeah, lucky me.â He left a kiss on the back of your palm as he continued to drive aimlessly, singing along to the songs on the radio with you.Â
Truthful bliss was felt once the two of you were together.Â
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You did feel nervous, yet again, it would be weird if you didnât feel it. Everyone around you was older and they all seemed to have their life figured all out. You clocked a pattern -as you usually did when you were feeling a bit too anxious- those of them that seemed more uptight, blonder and with cleaner clothes seemed to take an effort so they could stay out of your way. Yet the ones that were a bit more tired, with wilder hair and kinder smiles dedicated soft nods and smiles to your direction.Â
It was a weird reassurance.
The blue door opened and with it the soft chatter and spontaneous giggles and scream from toddlers invaded the previously quiet street. You waited for the eager parents to rush through the door, you knew you had to introduce yourself to the teacher, even if Eddie had called in advance and explained to them that you were picking her daughter, it still invaded you with a sense of nervousness, your heart beating louder in your chest.Â
You found your way, a few steps away from the door as a shy Lua emerged, holding hands with a young girl, a couple years older than you at best. You let your knees touch the ground as you open your arms, she rushed to hold you with an excited giggle.Â
âHi bug! You had a good day?â You asked as you embraced her, picking her up from the ground, her backpack hanging off her, way too big for her.Â
âYeah!â She hid her head on your chest as she continued to chuckle, excited by your presence.Â
âSo⌠Youâre Luaâs mom?â The teacher asked.Â
Your eyes widened, as shock invaded your body. You started to shake your head profusely as you rocked Lua whose head poked out once she heard her name. Mom is a word that you hadnât discussed or introduced. Not since you did accidentally met her actual mother, and yet the word has only been discussed out of earshot from her, between you and Eddie in hushed voices and wet eyes.Â
âNo, no⌠Uh, I'm Eddieâs partner.â You struggled to find your words, trying to make sense of what was happening. You saw how she turned white with embarrassment.Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât mean toâŚâ She started to apologise, but you just shook your head once again before she could understand your need for her to stop talking. âI just thought, and since I had never seen Luaâs mom I just figured you, I mean she had finally come I..â She kept trying to male it right but your cheeks were becoming redder than Luaâs shirt.Â
âItâs fine really.â You told her with a kind smile and a soft touch to her arm. âWe actually have to go, I have to take her to her dadâs car shop. Youâre ready bug?âÂ
âYeahâŚâ She added with a confused voice. Lua waited for both of you to be alone. She needed to know what that new word meant. âPrincess?â She softly asked.Â
âYes bug?âÂ
âWhatâs mom?â You could tell she was genuinely curious. âAre you mom?âÂ
âOh..â You mumbled trying to know what you were allowed to respond. âUm⌠You know why Eddieâs your dad?â She nodded slowly, not really following. âEddieâs your dad because he had you, and your mom is the other person that had you, because it takes two people to really like and love each other to make such a special person.â You started to explain as you helped her into the little kid seat Eddie had in his van. âYour dad loves you very much and takes care of you.â You added as you left a soft kiss on her forehead. With the impeding feeling you were somehow fucking it all up.Â
âYou take care of meâ She responded once you were looking into her eyes.Â
âYes.âÂ
âAnd you love me?â That childish way of asking with a pure innocence made you smile softly.Â
âOf course I do, bug.âÂ
âThen youâre mom.â She concluded. You shook your head as you fastened her seatbelt. You left that where it was, you werenât sure what to answer.
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âDada!â Lua screamed as soon as she set foot on the car shop, running directly to where Eddie was.Â
âHi Lu!â Eddie matched her energy perfectly, grabbing her in one swift motion and letting her rest on top of the car he was finishing the check up. âHow was school?âÂ
âFun!â She added with a chuckle as she looked at him with a glee in her eyes.Â
âI wanna hear all about it. Dadaâs gonna go for a snack and then you tell me, okay?â She nodded enthusiastically as Eddie found its way to you so he could steal a kiss.Â
âHi.âÂ
âHi.â You grabbed his hand as he passed swiftly by you to reach for his bag where he had an assortment of snacks for Lua to choose from. âLua learned a new word today.âÂ
âOh no, did I miss her first curse word?â He added with a sarcastic hope that would make you chuckle in another circumstance.Â
âActually, she learned momâ You whispered, he was now recreating the same expression you had made when the young girl had said it to you. âShe asked what it meant, I tried to explain but she was convinced that I was⌠well- that.â You finished as his eyes shifted between you and her.Â
âIâm sorry you had toâŚâ He started, deciding to change what he was about to say before even speaking, even if it was no use since you had already guessed what he was about to. âYou are kinda like her mom though⌠I mean she knows you more thanâŚ. This is a weird conversation, right?â He checked with you, grabbing your hand and pushing you a bit closer. Needing to feel like he wasnât completely losing his mind.Â
âIt is a weird conversation. I just⌠Iâm not her mom, I could⌠I would never want to impose that I just⌠I do take care of her and I love her and I love you but I just⌠Iâm notâ He squeezed your hand three times so your eyes met his. That maroon colour lets you get lost in them.Â
âYou love me?â He asked with a smile on his face, trying to distract you from the pit of overthinking you were fastly approaching.Â
âYes.â You answered with flushed hot cheeks.Â
âI love you tooâŚâ He whispered before pushing you into a hug, whispering the next words close to your ear. âWeâll figure it out, whatever makes you comfortable. We can talk about it over dinner, tomorrow?âÂ
âIâd like that.â You whispered back, leaving a sound kiss on his cheek.Â
He smiled at you with that grin that made you bite the interior of your cheek in response. You stood there looking at him, and the way he rushed back to Lua, letting her pick whatever snack she pleased.Â
You wanted more than anything to be a part of this for as long as possible, you desired to stay in this bubble forever.Â
Full of love, hope and fondness.
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(this is about your post about playing with kids)
I know you don't know me at all, but I'd like to commiserate - I work for my local school district as a campus (re: playground) monitor and crossing guard and it drives me NUTS the way some of the grown-ups over-police the kids đ Like, I raised a boy myself, and I fully believe kids need to run and scream and get dirty and wrestle and negotiate disagreements with other kids without adults hovering over them. In order to focus in school they need real exercise, and they need less-supervised interaction to build social and reasoning skills, but sometimes it seems like the other playground monitors just want them to sit quietly and do nothing all recess.
Today in my kindergarten recess, some kids were 'burying' a girl in the sand. They were being good and respectful about burying her - they didn't put any sand on her head or near her face, and they didn't put any sand near her shoes, so they were really only burying her torso and arms. She was wearing a knee-length one-piece dress, so the sand wasn't going to get into her underwear or anything. This was a wholly voluntary entombment, and my plan for when she was finished was to just take one of the large paintbrushes we have in the toy-kit, dust her off front and back, and send her back to class. But the next thing I know, someone's coming over going "NO NO NO DON'T DO THAT" and I'm over here like "???? No one is being harmed by this? It's sand, not mud, so she's not even getting that dirty? Plus it's fine for kids to get dirty? They're playing respectfully? She's a willing participant (who wants to rise from the sand as a 'mummy' and chase the other kids which is a perfectly reasonable game)?" but the other monitor wasn't interested in my reasoning and just made them stop. đ
Like if it's not a danger issue, a health issue, or an ethical issue, what's the problem?
LET THOSE KIDS LIVE.
I completely agree. I have been learning to reduce the amount of corrections I make on kids, but I already make way fewer than many adults. Is someone getting emotionally or physically hurt? Is something of personal or community value going to be damaged? No? Okay then thatâs fine. And sometimes if the damage is going to be minor itâs still fine because there will be natural consequences that will teach you better than an adult saying âno no no.â
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Meet the Family 5
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary:Â Your boss needs a last-minute favour for the holidays.(petite!reader)
Characters: Lloyd Hansen
Note: Today is my friday bc I booked time off to go see my grammy!
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You donât dare enter the suite again until you hear snoring. Youâre cautious as you move around in the low rhythm of Lloydâs slumber. It begins to dawn on you slowly what youâve agreed to. Youâre used to controlled doses of him. You go to work, do his bidding, then clock out. There might be a few late nights but this is too much.Â
One million dollars. You repeat it to yourself like a mantra. With that money you can but your way free of this man once and for all. Hell, you might go back to school so you can be an insufferable boss one day. That might actually make your mother proud.Â
You shut yourself in the bathroom and try to wake yourself with a shower. Itâs nice but your fatigue is even more obvious as you emerge. Your coffee sits cold and forgotten next to scraps of bacon and an empty cup.Â
You go back down to the dining hall and sit to enjoy your coffee without the threat of another awkward moment. You rub your forehead as you lean your elbow on the table and sip. Not bad for hotel brand.Â
You return to the room and knock before you let yourself in. You hear stirring in the bed as you do but nothing as lewd as last time. Lloyd groans and whimpers.Â
âMy head,â he moans.Â
âItâs almost ten,â you say. âWhat time is this brunch at?âÂ
He whines again and drags a pillow over his head. You open your carry-on and pull out your travel tube of pain killers. You cross to him and grab his hand, shoving the capsules into his palm.Â
âGet up,â you say, âwhat time?âÂ
He clasps onto your fist and rips the pillow off. He tugs on you as he sits up. His eyes are blood shot and his forehead creased with agony. You want to laugh in his face. Serves him right.Â
âTwelve,â he pouts.Â
You wrench your hand free and go to the mini fridge. You grab him a bottle of water and toss it onto his lap. He catches it with a flinch.Â
âWoah, watch the gems,â he warns.Â
âI gotta go get my luggage. Find something appropriate,â you look down at the grey sweatshirt and leggings meant for the flight home. âGet yourself together.âÂ
You turn and grab your jacket. Youâre really not looking forward to this. You agreed to it, though, and you wonât be Lloyd. Youâre not going to gripe about a decision you made. One million, one million, one million...Â
You go out to your car and grab your bag. You haul it back up and after another cautious tap on the door, you push your way into the room. The bathroom door is open as the shower thrums and Lloydâs groans underline the hum. You shut it and prop your bag up on the chair.Â
You pick out the cashmere cream blouse with the twisted neckline and a pair of soft beige wool trousers. Presentable but not high effort. These people are not going to stress, not any more than he already has.Â
You change and search your toiletry bag. You use the wall mirror to get ready as you hear the shower crank off. Lloydâs clumsy steps slap the tile and he crashes into the door from the inside. You make no effort to check on his as you blend in your blush.Â
âUrghhhhh,â he appears like a yeti from a snow drift, staggering with his head nearly beneath his shoulders. âI feel like a sorority girl after rush week.âÂ
âThatâs gross,â you reprimand as you put the blush stick away. âI think maybe this is a good lesson. Take it easy on the mimosas at brunch, huh?âÂ
âHair of the dog,â he insists as he clutches the top of the towel and stumbles to the bed. âYou wanna get out my Gucci suit. You can iron the jacket--âÂ
âExcuse me?â You turn.Â
âPlease, my beloved,â he whines.Â
âN. O.â You say.Â
âIâm paying you--âÂ
âThat wasnât what we discussed.âÂ
âWives iron suits,â he retorts.Â
âIn 1952.â You bounce back. âLloyd. This is business. We sell this thing to your family so you can get your money, and I can get mine, and thatâs that. This is a shell. Okay?âÂ
âHmph,â he grunts. He sucks his teeth as he thinks and you turn back to the mirror. You see his reflection. You donât like that twinkle in his eyes. âWell, if we really want to sell this thing, we gotta make it seem natural.â He stands up and wobbles as he braces his forehead. He takes a breath and lumbers towards you, âyou gotta act like youâre into me.âÂ
He brings his hand down and squeezes your ass. Itâs more painful than you expect. Youâre reminded of that unceremonious pinch issued by another of his bloodline.Â
You spin to face him and slap his hand down, âow. Donât do that.âÂ
âLike I said, youâre not going to be engaged to guy you canât stand. Okay? So you gotta get into it,â he reaches around you with both arms and cups your ass, pulling you flush to him. You drop your mascara and smack his upper stomach.Â
âLloyd,â you growl.Â
âPut a little honey in it,â he kneads your ass as you squirm.Â
âLet go--âÂ
âYou know Iâm right,â he wiggles his hips and the towel slips off.Â
âOh, god!â You push on him harder.Â
âMm, you know, I never realised how tiny you are. I could just...â He bends his knees as he slides one hand down your thigh and the other up your back. He angles to scoop you up. You squeal in surprise. âAh, easy as pie. Just like me, Pixie stick.Â
âLloyd, put me down,â you writhe in his grasp. âThis isnât okay!âÂ
âShould we consummate now--âÂ
âEw, oh, no.âÂ
âEw?â He echoes. âWhatâs ew about it? Iâm rich, Iâm attractive--â He pauses as he turns and tosses you toward the bed. You land in a heap with a yelp. âAnd Iâm strong.âÂ
You donât have a chance to recover before heâs on top of you. He catches your hands before you can swipe at his face and he pins them above your head. He straddles you, shamelessly naked, and snickers.Â
âTrust me, my thrust game is on point,â he rolls his hips and you close your eyes.Â
âLloyd, off. Now.âÂ
âIâm tryna get off, Pixie, trust,â he leans over you until you feel his breath. âWe could have lots of fun. After three years of tension, you know itâs inevitable.âÂ
âTension?â You hiss, âoh, I donât think itâs the kind you think.âÂ
âYouâre stressed. Iâm offering you relief. A little extra bang for your buck, here.âÂ
âNo,â you grit out between your teeth, twisting your wrists in his grip and you kick your legs. You donât like the way it makes the whole bed jostle. âJust get off of me. Please.âÂ
âIâm trying to get in you,â he snarls.Â
Your eyes snap open as his nose comes down next to yours. He leers down at you as his irises no longer sparkle. His features are sinister as he puffs down at you like a wild beast. Your heart jumps into your throat. Heâs no longer just a nuisance, heâs a danger.Â
You open and close your fingers, âweâll be late if you donât.âÂ
He stares down at you. You feel him breathing, shallow and rabid, as your own heartbeat thumps in your chest. He doesnât have to stop and thereâs really nothing you can do to make him.Â
âMomâs already mad at me,â he grumbles and pushes himself up. He slowly drags himself off and turns his back to you. You watch the muscles tauten and bring yourself up on your elbows.Â
âIâll iron your suit,â you relent. âJust put some underwear one.âÂ
He scoffs as you carefully roll away from him. You move as if any sudden motion might antagonize him. He gets up and grabs his phone from the night stand. He huffs as he lights up the screen.Â
âThis licks ass,â he growls.Â
You go to his suitcase and open it. You search out the label with the G on it and hold up the red blazer. âIs this the one?âÂ
He looks at you as he chews his cheek. He nods and quickly goes back to his phone, tapping on it with his thumb. You roll your eyes and find a pair of black slacks to match. You take it all out and unfold the ironing board from the wall.Â
You nearly wince as he approaches. He passes you and goes to his bag, bending to sift through it. âYou know, I usually like to hang free.â He rips something from the suitcase, âbut for you, Iâll tie the hog down.â He stands and steps into the briefs one leg at a time. He snaps the band and puts his hands on his hips. âHappy?âÂ
âNot really,â you mutter.Â
âYeah, me neither,â he sighs.Â
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In the daylight, the Hansenâs mansion appears even more pristine. As you come up the long walk with the elaborate set stone, Lloyd neatens his mustache with a small mother of pearl comb. You give him a side glance but say nothing. He hasnât stopped fidgeting since you got in the car.Â
You get to the front door and prepare yourself for another encounter with the worst people youâve met. For all your time working for the man next to you, you should be perfectly honed for the task. Still, youâre not sure you can be ready for that bunch.Â
Lloyd lets himself in and you follow. As you unzip your booties, he clears his throat. âHey, mom, weâre here.âÂ
He receives no answer but you can hear the din humming from another room. He takes off his jacket and hangs it. You put yours next to his. His cheek ticks with dread and he forces his chin up.Â
You follow him to the dining room and as he enters, he receives no welcome. A few stray looks are aimed at you but no one acknowledges your arrival. Lloyd clears his throat and sits. You claim the seat next to him and peer around. How jolly of a holiday.Â
As your boss shifts beside you, you hold back a yawn. You havenât got enough sleep for this nonsense. Lloyd sits forward and reaches for the jug of orange juice. Another hand reaches out to catch the crystal decanter.Â
âLet us get the formalities out of the way, son,â William snarls. âYou owe your mother an apology.âÂ
Lloyd rescinds his reach and flinches, âan apology?âÂ
âYes, you humiliated her last night, storming off like that.âÂ
Lloyd blinks, as genuinely confused as youâve ever seen him. His throat bobs and his eyes brows arch, âMom,â he looks at Gwenyth as she puts her posture as straight as she can. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âAre you? And what about this one? Iâd say she started all this trouble,â she accuses as she points at you with a red acrylic.Â
You nearly scoff. Instead, you match her energy. âI have nothing to apologise for.âÂ
âPixie,â Lloyd hisses.Â
âNo, why should I apologise? Tell me exactly what I did and Iâll let you know if Iâm sorry.âÂ
âPix, what are you doing?â Lloyd murmurs.Â
âWell, you...â Gwenyth begins. âYou saidâYou--âÂ
âYou accused me of being out for money. Iâm not. You insulted him,â you gesture carelessly to Lloyd, ârepeatedly. So, Iâm not entirely sure what I did that offended you so much. Iâve been pleasant but it doesnât mean you can walk all over me.âÂ
âYou are defiant,â she yaps shrilly.Â
âIâm being honest. And to apologise wouldnât be honest,â you shrug. âNow, if you would rather we leave, Iâm more than happy to pack up. Obviously, I canât meet your high standards.âÂ
âPixie,â Lloyd whispers.Â
The table is silent as you stare across it. You feel the fire burning under your skin. Youâre not sure where that came from. Maybe itâs because none of this really matters. You donât need to impress them. You just need to get that courthouse contract signed and you can be on your merry way. This is all just pretense.Â
âHm,â William pushes the jug toward Lloyd, âyou hold onto that one. Sheâs clever.âÂ
âWilliam,â Gwenyth yowls and swats her husbandâs arm.Â
âShe has a point,â he says.Â
âBut--âÂ
âSuppose we are a bit hard on the boy,â he argues.Â
âOr maybe heâs just a disappointment,â Lillian preens. âDaddy, please. He waited forty-three years to meet expectations.âÂ
âBetter late than never,â Benson snorts. âIâd prefer never.âÂ
Thereâs a bit of laughter, though Gwenyth and Lillian continue to glare across at you. You would be intimidated if you were concerned about their opinions. But they are nothing compared to your grandmotherâs eternal glower or your motherâs grim sighs. You might be better prepared for this than you thought.Â
âExactly what she said,â Lloyd swipes up the jug and stops himself, reaching for your glass instead of his. He fills it and presents it to you with a smirk. âWe didnât do anything wrong.âÂ
âAll this waiting and for what,â Gwenyth fans herself and sniffles. âAnd he chooses this prissy little--âÂ
âGwen,â William warns curtly. âPlease, do not spoil another meal.âÂ
âMe? Spoil? I never.â She whines.Â
âHm, yes, we will not mention Easter then,â William tuts. âLet us just enjoy today. After all, Iâm sure she could be at home with her own family.âÂ
You could and you would rather be. Yet, that is one thing you can blame on Lloyd. The more you think of it, you can blame every single snipe and jab on him. After all, he snared you into this. You might have been easily bought but that doesnât excuse his machinations.Â
You look at him with no effort to conceal the revelation. He meets your eye and his brows twitch. He bares his teeth sheepishly. Your eyes narrow as you center every ounce of exhaustion, chagrin, and general distaste in his direction. Â
âYou okay, honey pie?â He asks softly.Â
You reach for your glass and examine it, âis there prosecco in this? If not, could I request some?â You turn back to the table. You hear Lloyd gulp and feel him shift before he reaches to touch your arm. Itâs your turn to indulge.Â
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i mean they couldâve had both. their dynamic(like everything involving adrien, chloe, and character depth in this show) had so much potential, and the show really just let it all fizzle and die.
like, for starters, in the show theyâre longterm friends, and adrien stays friends with her despite the fact that sheâs a bully but it just comes across as very unsympathetic to his new friends, especially marinette. he kind of just says âoh thatâs how she is, weâve been friends foreverâ and it makes adrien look really shitty.
But if we got more depth from them? Like, after Audrey left Chloe spent a lot of time with the Agrestes because her dad was ALWAYS working. If Emilie was a super-involved mom, I bet she became SO important to Chloe. Further cementing Adrien and Chloe being siblings. Chloe would get to go to school and then sheâd come back every day and tell Adrien all about it, and when they were younger theyâd play games about being in school because they both wanted him there.
Adrien got enrolled in school after Emilie died. Thereâs no way he wouldâve been able to do that on his own, and absolutely no way Nathalie wouldâve helped him. After Mr. Agreste started becoming more distant, I bet Chloe felt it as her job to comfort Adrien the way he and his mom comforted her after Audrey left. But they arenât little kids anymore, and Gabeâs being super controlling about when Adrien can see other people. So she pulled strings and helped him enroll in school.
Theyâre EVERYTHING to each other. And, yeah, Chloeâs a little clingy but itâs because she remembers when her mom left and how hard it was, so she wont stop pestering Adrien to make sure heâs okay, in her own way. She hasnât quite realized that she loves Adrien like a brother, and is mostly just really scared that once he goes to public school someone will convince him to leave her, too. Iâd imagine those first few days, she was GLUED to his side.
But Adrien craves social connection, so he started making friends with other kids in the class, and he had to separate himself from chloe to do that. it couldâve been a really hard decision for him, maybe she didnât talk to him for a few days. but theyâre family. and he still talks to her and she leaves for lunch with him, and nino and alya and marinette really hold it against him for a while until everything comes out about audrey, and thatâs when adrien explains the history they have.
Adrien and Chloe being found family is one of my absolute favorite missed opportunities in the show. They know each otherâs tells. Chloe comes off as a snobby rich kid, but sheâs protecting herself and Adrien. He may come across as unsympathetic, but he canât very well disown his sister when theyâve been through so much together. He definitely couldâve been a crucial part of her character development as well.
Adrien and Chloe could have had the best found family dynamic but nooooo they needed a mean girl character
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A/N: That time of the semester & it inspired me to write this lol
Credit to @tsunami-of-tears for the amazing divider!
Pairing: Roman Reigns x Fem! Reader. Mentions & a bit of Tama Tonga x Fem! Reader.
Summary: School stress has been getting to you, but your amazing boyfriend & his twin cousins are there to pick you up & take you out to de-stress. However, more stress comes in when you have an encounter with the past.
Warnings â ď¸: 18+ Fluff, angst, swearing, stress ofc, mental breakdown, dirty talk, mentions of sex, fighting, past relationship, alcohol consumption, cheating. Past beef. The twins have no filter & Roman punishes them for it đTama's the villain in this, sorry Tama girlies. But, I have something planned for you at the end of this mini-series.
Not proofread!
WC: 3.3k
Of course this is written for fictional purposes only & is based on their characters, it does not depict who they are in real life. Respect to them & their families.
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It was that time of the semester, you had everything thrown at you before finals season. Something was always due for each class every week, and that being all at once too. It wasn't just small assignments, but shitloads of them being worth so much, and it was exhausting you. You wish your profs would know each other's schedules so they know when they should assign work to their class & have it due. But yeah, guess that's how degree programs work.
Not only are you a Bachelor's Degree Student, you are a makeup artist as well for WWE & traveled alongside with your boyfriend & The OTC Roman Reigns. You loved your job, doing makeup, expressing yourself & having your boyfriend on the job as well. It was a dream come true. Although you couldn't work it right now thanks to school. You asked Hunter for some time off so you can kick this semester's ass. While being stressed out & trying to get this paper done, your hunk of a man walked into the den where you were studying.
"Babygirl, you're not ready yet? Come on! The twins are waiting outside." He said.
You turned around, your hair was a mess, and you had dark circles under your eyes. Roman's expression changed from a smile to a concerned look as we walked towards you.
"Babygirl, are you okay? What's wrong?" he asked.
Your lip started to quiver, and everything that was bottled up started to pour out.
"I can't do this anymore Roman! This is bullshit! These profs don't give a f-ck about us or our mental health! They just throw whatever at us & set us up for failure! School is so exhausting! I just want to do well, finish up & get this degree! I want to go back to work with you! I miss everyone! I miss Naomi, Bianca, Jade, Nia, Michin, Seth, Damian. Hell, I even miss Solo too now! I just can't! It's killing me!" you cried.
Roman lifted you up, wrapped his arms around you & pulled you into his chest as you cried. He caressed your hair & calmed you down.
"Shhhh, there, there babygirl, I understand how you're feeling, it's tough. School is tough especially with all the different variables that come along with it. You're so strong for getting through it & if nobody told you today, I'm proud of you. Proud of you for going after your dream, making sacrifices for it, putting your work aside for this. You've worked so hard for this & have come so far & I admire that about you babygirl, you're so courageous & intelligent & both of those are sexy" he whispered at the last sentence.
You couldn't help, but smile at his words. His voice & words were so therapeutic. You lifted your head up.
"Thank you RoRo, I appreciate you so much. I don't know what I'd do without you" you said.
He smiled & kissed your forehead, "it's no trouble, I'm always here to remind you how strong you are when life brings you down, you got this! You will finish this semester strong! You can & you will" he exclaimed.
"Coming from the strongest man himself, you're not just my man but a real-life superhero to me" you said.
His smile got bigger & he smashed his lips onto yours.
"I love you, babygirl" he whispered against your lips.
"I love you too my Tribal Chief" you whispered back against his.
He pulled away "You need balance, babygirl. Don't put your head in these books for too long, it'll only destroy you mentally. I don't want you to crash out. When's this assignment due?" he asked.
"Sunday by midnight" you said
"Seriously, and you're worried about it now? That's so long away! Take a break, hang with us we're going to watch a movie & then go to Waffle House after" he said.
You rolled your eyes in amusement "let me guessâŚJey planned that?" you guessed.
Roman nodded, making you laugh.
"You need a break though, go out, get some fresh air, you'll feel better afterwards & then you can properly think. Everything is just up in the clouds right now" he said.
"You're right" you smiled at him.
Your moment was interrupted when the twins barged into the den.
"Hey Uce! What the hell is taking y'all so long?" asked Jimmy.
Both of the twins looked at you & screamed.
Jey took his YEET glasses off & looked you up & down
"Damn girl! You look a mess!" he said in disbelief. Roman covered his face with his hands already feeling a migraine.
"You know her?" asked Jimmy.
"Know her? Uce, that's Y/N!" he answered.
"Y/N? Damn! I thought I witnessed The Grudge live for a sec," said Jimmy.
Roman gave Jimmy a death glare & mouthed 'shut up' to him. He stopped talking.
"Wow, that makes me feel so much better" you said sarcastically.
"I'll deal with these two, go freshen up & get dressed babygirl. I'll meet you in the kitchen" he said kissing your head.
"Okay" you smiled, leaving the den.
As soon as Roman heard your bedroom door shut, he glared at the twins & crossed his arms.
"We're in trouble aren't we Uce?" Jey asked chuckling nervously.
Roman nodded "you both are paying for our meals tonight at Waffle House. Talk it amongst yourselves & think before you say anything to Y/N, she was feeling down & stressed" he said walking away, and leaving them alone.
"Yeah, grow up Uce!" said Jimmy as he turned to Jey.
"Me? You're the one who went crazy & compared her to The Grudge!" pointed out Jey.
"But you started it, saying she looks like a mess!" said Jimmy.
"Man, pay for your own damn food. I'm out" scoffed Jey leaving to find Roman.
"I don't need your money anyway!" yelled Jimmy going after him.
You all had a great time at the movie theatre watching your favorite movie. You couldn't be more grateful for Roman & the twins in your life (even though you were mad at them for their comments earlier).
The four of you were at Waffle House, and finished your meals. Since you had a sweet tooth, you ordered the Triple Chocolate Pie, and fed a bit to Roman.
"That's tasty, baby. Don't give me too much though, I'm already looking at something sweeter" he whispered smirking at you. You gasped & playfully smacked his shoulder, making him chuckle.
"You look gorgeous, I can't wait to have you all to myself tonight" he winked.
"Says you? As if I don't feel the same way" you flirted.
"Um excuse me, we're right here" said Jimmy, making you blush & Roman roll his eyes. You continued to feed him & yourself.
"Well look who started dessert without us" you heard a familiar voice similar to the twins.
You looked up & saw Solo with his Bloodline.
"Solo!" you screamed, you ran to him & tackled him into a hug.
"What's up buttercup? Long time, how's life & uni?" he asked.
"Brutal, literally had a mental breakdown over an assignment today. These profs don't give a damn! Luckily Roman & your brothers took me out for a treat" you rambled.
"That's great! I'm happy for you! Don't take school so seriously though, it won't matter 5 years from now. Take it easy" said Solo.
"Just like how math doesn't matter to you now?" joked Jimmy, making Jey almost spit out his drink & Roman covering his face from laughing.
Solo gave his big brother a death glare. "I'll stop talking for today" said Jimmy.
"Thank you Solo, appreciate it. Don't listen to that Nut Job, I hated math too." you said.
Solo smiled "at least someone gets it!" he said while taking a seat. Meanwhile, you greeted the rest of The Bloodline.
"Hey Jacob! Long time, how are you?" you asked hugging him.
"I'm good sis" he said smiling & hugging you back "living the dream, and thankful for all God's given me. We miss you at work though, styling us & being our cheerleader" he said.
"I'm so happy for you! You're killing it! I miss you all too, and your famous "I love you Solo." Can't wait to finish this semester & come back during my break" you said.
"We'll be awaiting you" said Jacob as he sat down.
You moved to the last pair of people to meet which were Loa & Tama.
You smiled nervously, "Hey Loa" you said giving him a fist bump which he returned. "Tama" you said waving at him awkwardly, he nodded in return.
"What's up Y/N?" asked Loa
"Not much, I see you don't have to wear that eye patch anymore" you smiled.
"Yeah, thank God. I hated it" he said letting out a breath of relief. You giggled in return.
"Aye aye Captain!" you said saluting him. He just smirked sarcastically in response. You quickly got of their way & sat beside Roman who was studying both Tama & Loa as they sat down at the table.
Roman took out his phone as he texted the OG Bloodline group chat including Solo & Jacob.
Roman: Solo, what the fuck is Tama doing here?!
Solo: Him & Loa wanted to come. I couldn't say no, I'd feel bad.
Jey: You could've said you had some personal family business with your brothers, uce. They would've gotten the hint knowing it's blood only.
Jacob: đ
Solo: Idk
Roman: Wdym you don't know? Y/N was feeling stressed out w/ school & everything & the last thing she needs to see is her ex right now.
Jimmy: WOAH WOAH HOLD ON! THEY DATED?!
Jey: @Jimmy you came before me right?
Jimmy: @Jey I never knew about this? You did?!
Solo: @Jimmy cause you got a big ass mouth. You'd tell everyone about our business just like you did about me when we came in.
Jacob: LMAOO TRUE 𤣠I love you Solo đđ˝
Roman: @Solo All I'm saying is that Tama is your responsibility, I don't want him anywhere near Y/N while we're here.
Solo: You want me to babysit a 42 y/o man???
Jimmy: HE'S 42?!
Jey: @Jimmy UCE, YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THAT!
Jimmy: đ¤
Jacob:
Roman: @Solo You brought him here, you deal with it. If he causes any trouble or gives Y/N a hard time, you'll see the worst of me.
Jacob: đŹ
Solo: Noted đ
Jimmy: Uces, how's this pic of me & Tank for Instagram?
Roman: JIM!
Jey: STOP IT!
Solo: Now is not the time.
Jimmy: Damn sorry, I was trying to lighten up the mood here. Geez, it's so negative, we need a virtual Sage.
Jacob: @Jimmy I like the pic, looking fresh đđ˝
Jimmy: See? Someone who sees the vision! Thanks Cuz! đ¤
Jey: YEET! đŻđĽ
Jimmy: @Jey Too late.
"Hello, why is everyone on their phones?" I thought we were having some family time?" you said, getting the guys' attention. They all put their phones away.
"Sorry babygirl, family emergency" said Roman. You nodded in understanding.
The new guests ordered their meals & started eating. While you & Roman were video chatting with Naomi, telling her how much you missed her.
While you were talking to Naomi, Tama kept sneaking glances at you while eating. Roman caught him & he looked away conversing with his brother.
Again, Roman whipped out his phone & started texting the group chat, clearly not impressed.
Roman: He's looking at herâŚ. what I tell you? @Solo đ
Solo: Whatchu want me to do? Tell him to look somewhere else???
Jimmy: I got an idea!
Roman: ???
Jey: Okayy, what is it?
Jimmy: Watch me đ
All men put their phones away waiting for his plan. Jimmy took the large laminated restaurant flier from the table behind him & stuck it in front of Tama covering him. He stuck it between his & Tama's table making it stand. He smiled big being proud of his work & looked over at his family. Everyone including you looked at him like he had 2 heads.
"Hey Naomi, look what your brilliant husband just did " you said turning your phone around & showing her.
"What?" he questioned. Roman just shook his head in response.
Tama stood up, "why is there a Waffle House flier stuck in front of me?" he asked. Everyone looked at Jimmy expecting an answer from him.
"Well, you know man. I was just trying to show you some specials. In case you wanted to add more to your order" said Jimmy. Tama cocked his brow at him. "You couldn't just pass the flyer to me like a normal person?" he asked. Jimmy was lost for words. Jey started stressing out "he does that all the time when we eat here!" he said laughing nervously. Solo put his hands on his head.
Tama signaled for his brother to get up & ask him to come outside with him to which he complied. As soon as both brothers went outside, Roman spoke up.
"I can't believe you thought that was a good idea" he said to Jimmy.
"Well it worked didn't it? I shooed him outside Uce!" said Jimmy.
"You got him all suspicious now" said Jey
"What's this all about?" you asked
The five of them turned to look at you in shock, forgetting that you were at the table.
"Nao, I'll talk to you later. Love you, miss you. Bye girl!" you said & she said her byes back before you both hung up.
"So? What's happening?" you asked.
"Listen babygirl, please don't get mad when I say this. I know you're already going through a lot of stress. But while you were talking to Naomi, Tama was looking at you" he confessed.
You laughed in disbelief "it was probably just one look right?"
"Not really sis, he was kinda staring at ya even while he was eating. He looked away when Big Uce caught him" said Jey.
"Ugh!" you stressed burying your face in your hands.
"See? This could've easily been avoided if you didn't bring him here! Now I wanna whoop his ass for looking at my girl!" Roman scolded while rubbing your back.
"I didn't know he still has feelings for her. I'm no mind reader!" responded Solo.
"Y'all dated?" Jimmy asked you. You lifted your head up from your hands.
"I thought you said you were going to stop talking for the day" said Solo
"No, no, let him ask! None of you guys told Jimmy about me & Tama?" you asked. They all looked like deers in front of the headlights.
"I just thought it would be better if he sat this one out, sweetheart" said Roman smiling awkwardly.
"Roman, it's okay. Jimmy I'll tell you the story. Yes, we've dated in the past. I used to work in New Japan Pro Wrestling as a make-up artist. It was tough being far from home, but I had to start somewhere & make sacrifices. I started my career in 2016 there, it was tough for me to adjust to a new schedule, country & lifestyle but I tried to adapt. I talked to a lot of amazing wrestlers men & women & had the pleasure of doing their makeup. I learned so many new skills & techniques especially face paint. One day, I met Tama, he wanted his face paint done for his match which I agreed to of course. We had a great conversation from there while I was doing his face paint, about him being in Bullet Club, Guerrillas of Destiny. He was fun to talk to, and we hit it off. After that, we started hanging out after shows & in between breaks. Those work hangouts turned to us meeting outside of work and then dating. We were inseparable. We had so much in common, it's like we were in the Honeymoon phase while dating. But then in 2018, he started acting weird, he started tweeting Roman for no reason attacking him then mocking him at shows. I tried to get him to stop & leave him alone, but he wouldn't budge. He got mad at me for defending you babe." you said referring to Roman.
You continued "we also started living together in Japan, he'd come home wasted almost all the time & try to sleep with me. It seemed like he wanted me for my body at that point. I remember that one time I told him no, he yelled at me, swore at me, and then left to go stay at Loa's. The next day I came to work & caught him making out with another makeup artist" you voice started to crack. Roman placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder for comfort.
"You don't have to tell us the rest babygirl if you're not comfortable to. I can tell it's hurting you" he said.
"No it's okay, I've hid this for so long. It's about time I tell someone. I threw my promise ring at him & went straight home to pack my things & move out. Somehow he got home & caught me leaving, he begged me to stay & mentioned how he was going through shit that caused him to be that way, but it didn't convince me. I left. It was hard to avoid him at work too as he tried to talk to me & explain his side of the story. I didn't want to hear it. It was miracle I prayed for when I applied to be a makeup artist in WWE & got the job. I gave my 2 weeks in, miraculously had 0 interaction with Tama during that time period & flew back to the US & started the job." you smiled. All 5 men smiled at you.
"Man Y/N, I'm so sorry you went through all that. You didn't deserve it. You're like the little sister I never had. Hell, I wanna whoop him" said Jimmy sympathetically.
"I never knew he cheated on you. Wow, I'm disgusted. I'm sorry Y/N" said Solo.
"What a jackass" said Jacob.
"And now he's in WWE, and he's probably trying to win you back I'm guessing?" asked Jey shaking his head.
"He'll never win me back after what he did. He'll never compare to Roman whom made these past 3 years of our dating life the best than the 2 years I've had with him" you said, making Roman smile big, he pulled you into his chest.
"I love you babygirl, I'll always have your back & cherish you. I'll never break your heart. Unlike him, I'll never force you into doing anything that makes you uncomfortable." he said kissing your head.
"I love you more my Tribal Chief" you said to him.
"Hey, that's me!" interrupted Solo.
"Get some new material you rip-off" teased Jey scrunching up his hair.
Meanwhile outside
"You still love her?!" asked Loa in shock.
"I mean yeah, I can't help it, I still get butterflies when I see her. She's still that beautiful & humble girl I met in New Japan. I really miss the time we shared & our life together, I wanna make things right with her" said Tama.
"Listen, as a brother I love you. But to be fair, you did cheat on her & that really hurt her to the point she left her job & the country. Also, you know she's dating Roman right? He already caught you giving her googly eyes. He's gonna pound you like a mallot if he finds you're making moves on Y/N & I don't want that to happen to you" said Loa.
"I know that & I fucked up on my end. It's my fault, I'm a horrible person. But ever since Y/N left, it made me realize how I took this whole thing for granted. She was the best I ever had. I regret everything I've ever done to her, she deserved to be treated better. I'm willing to change all of that for her I wanna apologize to her & give us another go" said Tama
"I don't know about giving it another go, I did warn you, but apologizing yes, it's about time you did that." said Loa.
They both went inside.
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I so wish more people would talk about Hazel and Dev reuniting in season 2. And how she, Winn and Jasmine try to mend fences with Dev again. And how the four of them become a team, getting into various adventures. It would be great if in one episode Dev was the one who saved everyone. It would be also great for his redemption arc. I donât know, but I just donât see Peri and Dev getting back together. At least not this early. Iâm sure after the final episode Peri will be thinking clearly about something else. That is, about how this job wasnât for him after all and heâll try to find something different. And the fact that Dev stays with Dale isnât such a tragedy as some people describe in fanfiction. Dale is certainly a bad father, but not to the point where it would threaten Dev. So to think that after the finale Peri will worry about Dev when his career (and even life) is going downhill is pretty stupid. Well, yes, he is now (f)unemployed â¨Who else to think about if not Dev đ
I think that Hazel, her family and friends will be given more attention. Hazel will not make such big wishes for a while, but only certain small needs. While Cosmo and Wanda will spend more time at home. Perhaps we will even be shown more of what the house itself looks like, as well as what the other rooms look like. Probably there will even be a separate episode about this, where Hazel and her friends decide to explore Cosmo and Wandaâs house, discovering more and more secrets. So I think that at least at the beginning of the 2nd season Peri will not have much screen time. Perhaps we will be shown time with him for a few seconds and only by the 5th-10th episode he may be given his screen time (possibly related to his problem with choosing a career). There is also an option that until the middle of the 2nd season Peri will "disappear" in order to show him later at the most unexpected moment. So that everyone has intrigue.
For me, this whole "Dev and Peri reunion" thing is way overrated. Fanfics mostly only include this topic and have become painfully monotonous. And that's not even counting the typical cliches many give to characters that sometimes aren't even in the show itself. If you take only such fanfics, then usually there are: "Dale is a bad person and a bad father" - "Peri is of course the only one who understands this and tries to find a way to help Dev" - "Dev is rude and cold most of the time" - "Peri follows Dev like a tail" - "Later, Dev notices Peri's efforts and apologizes to himâ - âGood endingâ.
I have nothing against these fanfics and especially those who wrote them. I'm just wondering why so many people write mainly on this topic. And I cited the main cliche from what I once read before (of course, I will not read ALL such fanfics. Since I donât like fanfics on this topic anymore).
That's why I SO want Hazel and Dev to reunite. Dev still needs to recover from what happened. He might not even go to school for a while. And if Dev does come to school one day, Hazel will probably be the first one to interact with him (as a parallel to episode 1 of season 1). I imagine how after everything that happened, Dev will become more quiet and withdrawn. And Hazel will be the one who will try to improve his condition over time by starting to be friends with him like they used to be. And over time, Winn and Jasmine will start to be friends with Dev too.
#fairly oddparents a new wish#fop new wish#fop#fairly oddparents#hazel fop#hazel wells#dev fop#dev dimmadome#fop winn#fop jasmine#fop peri#peri fairywinkle cosma#cosmo fop#fop wanda#cosmo and wanda#fop dale#dale dimmadome#I think that after the finale Dev can change a lot#and perhaps in appearance too#If he retains his memory he can definitely change in appearance#he won't want to look like his father anymore and will stop using the gel#And Hazel will be the first to notice all these changes in him#And even many other classmates will look at Dev with concern
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Never in a Million Years, Unless... part 4, final
Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.
Summary: melissa schemmenti said sheâd never do a lot of things. until you come along.
WC: ~3.05k
The idea of planning a wedding with Melissa is easy enough. While sheâs the one who had proposed marriage, sheâs done this before- you havenât. So, while her hand is in the mix when it comes to decisions, itâs mostly what you want. Sheâll put her two sense in when she deems it necessary, but for the most part, itâs you.Â
You wonât lie, youâre exhausted over all of the wedding planning on top of teaching. Pulling off a wedding is long and hard. Nights usually end in you falling asleep with various papers scattered over you, a mix of papers to look through for the wedding and IEP papers for your students. Youâre exhausted throughout the weekdays, and weekends that were once spent lazing around and soaking up any energy you could for the upcoming week are replaced with going to different venues, different fittings, various tastingsâŚ
But that day comes and goes. Mr. Johnson walks Melissa down the aisle, your own father walks you down. Jacob ends up officiating the wedding, being something of a son to your now wife. Barbara stands at the redheadâs side, while you have Janine standing by yours. Youâre officially Mrs. Schemmenti. The plaque by your doors change from âMs. Schemmentiâ and âMs. Y/Nâ to âMrs. Schemmentiâs outside of both of your classrooms. The rings that you wear stay on your fingers and sparkle brightly.Â
Not much changes in all actuality. Before the two of you officially decided to tie the knot, you were essentially married anyway. The two of you still live the lives that you did as girlfriends.
About a year goes by as married women before your mother begins asking you again when youâll have a child on Christmas Eve.
âMom,â you sigh out softly from your place beside Melissa. Her hand lays gently on your thigh.
âIâll Iâm saying is-â
âI donât know that we want kids, Mom,â you tell your mother very flatly. âWe both have a lot going on with the kids at school as it is.â
That first statement doesnât necessarily tell the whole truth. You would like to have children of your own. But you know that your wife doesnât- that topic was one that you spoke about in detail when you were getting serious.Â
âThose arenât kids that I get to spoil though,â your mother argues back.
You have to bite your tongue from lashing out on the holiday, but your wife just chuckles from beside you, squeezing your leg gently. âWeâll see,â is all she says before dotting a few warm kisses to the side of your head.
You turn to look at her with furrowed brows, and she just gives you a smile that tells you that youâll speak about it later.
Of course, you both get swept up in holiday traditions, and the topic of potentially having children of your own doesnât come up again that day. Youâre both exhausted by the festivities, and youâre asleep almost as soon as your head hits the pillow.
But come Christmas Day, youâre settling on your couch in the living room again with a stack of presents for each other.
âMerry Christmas, my love,â Melissa tells you softly as she hands you the last present that she has for you.
Your eyes sparkle with love for the redhead that youâre lucky enough to call your wife. âHun, you already got me enough.â
âJust open this one,â she prompts. âI think youâll like it.â
With a lifted brow, you begin to carefully unwrap the present, and when you open the box, thereâs a few things in it.
a stuffed bear and a⌠a onesie?
âMel, what?â you turn to look at the woman sitting next to you. âWhat is this?â
You know she isnât pregnant. Thereâs physically no possible way for either of you to be pregnant at this moment.
âIâm ready.â
Your eyes immediately begin to well with tears. âMel, I-â You wipe at your eyes frantically as you continue to look at the items in the box. You pull them out carefully to get a better look at them. Theyâre- theyâre absolutely precious.
âMel, you told me-â
âI told you a lot of things,â your wife says softly as she reaches up to brush away the remaining tears from your cheeks. âI told you I would never date a coworker, I told you I would never get married again, I told you I wouldnât ever take the plastic off my couches or lamp. Didnât I do all those things anyway?â
âY-yeah,â you choke out.
âYouâre the miracle in my life, babe,â Melissa tells you with conviction. She leans in to kiss you gently. âSo, what if I changed my mind on this one thing too?â
Your arms around your wife tightly, tears clouding your eyes again as you truly realize that sheâs serious about having a baby with you if youâre ready. âReally?â
âReally,â the redhead mumbles into your hair. âI know you want at least one, and I- Iâm ready to take that on, as long as itâs with you.â
And so, once the holiday season is over, you begin to pour over your options in terms of how you want to go about attempting to have a child. It does sadden you slightly that the two of you canât make a baby on your own- that this child will not have the DNA that your wife does entirely- but one of her brothers is more than willing to help you with this affair.
The only person aside from your brother in-law to know is Barbara Howard. Melissa and you confide in her quietly during a professional development day when you both seem more stressed than usual.
âMelissa, dear,â the kindergarten teacher knocks on her doorframe softly. She had really only come down to see if the three of you were going to lunch like you usually do on these days, but what she had walked into was not what she was expecting to see. Where your wife would usually be scrolling on her phone, glasses on the tip of her nose, because she was caught up with her work, Barbara sees the redhead with her head in her hands, fingers entangled in the curls. Where you would be humming quietly as you plan for the next coming days, youâre near tears.
âGirls?â your grade level partner comes into the room and shuts the door behind her. âIs now not a good time?â
That gets your wife to look up, although you continue to stare down at the papers in front of you.
âMelissa, whatâs going on?â Barbara treads lightly.
âStressed to hell and back,â your wife grumbles. âTrying to-â She glances to you. âTrying to have a baby is⌠good lord.â
Brown eyes widen, and perfectly sculpted brows creep up the kindergarten teacherâs face. âWhat?â
âWe havenât told anyone,â you whisper. âBut I- weâre trying to get pregnant, and itâs⌠itâs just been a lot.â
Barbara nods sympathetically and pulls you into a warm hug. âI understand that. Iâm sorry itâs been so hard.â
âThree treatments,â you sniffle out. âWe have one more shot, and then we wonât have the money to try again for⌠for a long time.â
âOh honey,â the kindergarten teacher whispers as she rubs circles on your back. âSweetheart.â
âI- I donât know what weâre doing wrong,â you mumble into her shoulder.
Melissa groans again. âI told you, you ainât doinâ anything wrong. I donât know how many fuckinâ times I have to tell you that.â
âMelissa,â Barb tries to cut in.Â
âIt just- it takes time. And maybe now isnât our time,â your wife continues.
You whip around and look at her, tears and remnants of mascara streaming down her face. âIs our time going to come then? What if it doesnât? Weâve been through this three times, weâre- weâre running out of time!â
Green eyes meet yours, and you can tell that sheâs ready to fight fire with fire, but at your heartbroken look, she softens. âHoney.â
âI canât keep doing this!â you cry. âI- I canât! Do you know the toll that itâs taking on me, physically and mentally? I-â you lose yourself to tears, hugging yourself and not even bothering to wipe at your eyes anymore. Thereâs no use.
Melissa sighs and she makes her way over to you, wrapping you up in her own arms. âMi amore.â
âI- Iâm sorry,â you whisper. âIâm so sorry.â
âYou have nothing to be sorry for,â your wife tells you softly as she kisses your temple. âIâm the one who should be sorry⌠I shouldnât have started swearing.â
You chuckle through your thick tears. âMaybe not.â
âIâll be sure to pray over the two of you,â Barb promises. âIâll leave you be for now.â
âWeâre still going to lunch, right?â You look up. âI- I think we could all use some time out of this damned building.â
âIf thatâs what you want,â your counterpart tells you. âBut I also wonât say nothinâ if you two decide to just go home at lunch⌠not like Avaâs here to notice anyway, and I know the two of you are all caught up on your work.â
Your wifeâs eyes twinkle with just a bit of mischief. âWe might sneak out then, if thatâs alright with you.â
âIâll swear Janine to secrecy and take her out to lunch as a bribe,â Barbara chuckles as she turns on her heel.
âThank you,â you call softly as you wipe your nose with a tissue.
âOf course,â your grade partner replies. Then she turns back to face you. âAnd hey, Iâll be praying for you.â
When the rest of the crew sees you and Melissa leaving the school with all of your bags come lunch time, well⌠Barbara Howard is there to shoot them daggers and dare them to challenge her authority in not saying anything.
By the time your fourth and final appointment comes around, you and your wife had made peace with the fact that it just may not be in the cards for you to have a child of your own this way. Youâve discussed other options- adoption, foster care. No matter what, the two of you have decided that whatever happens is okay. Thereâs no more stress around it.
You leave the appointment not feeling any different than you had before you had gone in. Time will just have to tell.
The time comes for you to take that damned test again, and you really arenât expecting anything to come from it.
âWhatever happens, happens,â you sigh as take the test from your wifeâs hand. She kisses you softly and nods before you disappear behind the door.
You do your business, set it on the counter, start your timer, and then walk out of the room. You canât just sit there for the next five minutes dwelling on it.
âI love you,â Melissa whispers as she takes you into her arms gently.
âI love you too,â you mumble as you sit down on the bed.
The next few minutes feel like hours as you mindlessly scroll through social media. But then your phone starts to buzz, signifying the time is up, and your fate is in the bathroom.
You take a deep, fortifying breath to steady yourself. Melissa just squeezes your shoulder gently before the two of you make your way out of your bedroom and into the bathroom.
âAre you ready?â the redhead asks you softly.
You shrug. âI have to be, right?â
âWhatever it says, weâre going to be okay,â Melissa promises you. âNo matter what.â
Neither of you makes a move towards the test.
âCan you look at it?â you ask as you hug yourself tightly. âI- Iâm nervous.â
âYeah,â your wife sighs softly. âI can look.â
You turn your back to the test, facing the mirror, although you keep your eyes down. You donât want to see the look of disappointment on her face when she sees that it reads negative again like you had the other three times.
Because youâre facing away from your wife, you donât see the wide eyes or the grin that appear on her face almost as soon as she reads that one simple word: positive. She sets the test back down on the counter and looks to you.Â
Her arms snake their way around your waist and gently pry your hands away from your body.
âStop hogging our baby,â she teases you softly.
It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in, but when they do, your jaw drops. You freeze in her arms.
âWhat did you just say?â
âI said to stop hogging our baby,â your wife repeats. âLet me in on the cuddles.â
âYou- weâre- it worked?â you stammer out as you turn to face the redhead.
She nods with an ear splitting grin on her face. âIt worked, mi amore. It worked.â
âWeâre going to be parents?â you ask her, tears of joy rapidly falling down your face.
She nods again. âWeâre going to be parents.â
You and Melissa both understand that youâre quite early into the pregnancy, and there is a risk this early on, so you donât announce anything quite yet. And itâs difficult to do so. Your excitement is hard to contain, and your wifeâs is even more so.
Morning sickness hits you hard. It hits you hard, and it hits you out of nowhere- which only makes it more difficult to keep this big secret of yours between you and your wife.
Youâve taken to eating lunch in your classroom more often, under the guise of having things to work on and prepare for. In reality, the many different aromas that swirl through the break room are enough to make you want to vomit the second you step into the room- much less sit there for thirty minutes.Â
Those who arenât aware that you were going through fertility treatments are none the wiser, accepting that youâve got more on your plate than usual this year. But Melissa knows. And she has an inkling that Barbara is aware of it too.
That suspicion is confirmed when your grade level partner comes into your classroom one morning with you bent over the trashcan and your wife holding your hair back for you.
âOh honey,â the kindergarten teacher mumbles as she makes her way into the classroom and shuts the door behind her. âIâm assuming that last round worked?â
You close your eyes as yet another wave of nausea ripples its way through your body, but you force yourself to nod. âPlease tell me all of this nausea is worth it.â
âI was sick as hell with Taylor,â Barbara sighs. âItâs worth it.â She then proceeds to pull a bag of something out of her purse and hands it to your wife. âThese might help. My niece had terrible morning sickness with her son, and these lollipops did wonders for her.â
âThank you,â Melissa smiles softly. She reaches the hand that isnât holding your hair up and gently squeezes her best friendâs wrist.
âHow far along?â
âEight,â your wife relays. âItâs been like this for the last two weeks.â
âWell, hopefully those work,â Barb shrugs. She turns on her foot to leave the two of you be, but she stops herself in her tracks. âCongratulations, you two. Youâre going to make wonderful mothers to a very lucky baby.â You hear her press a kiss to Melissaâs cheek before you feel one being planted on the top of your head.
As soon as youâre finished emptying the contents of your stomach, your wife hands you the small container of mouthwash that you now keep in your purse. You take it with a grateful smile before spitting it out into the trash can. Melissa closes it up quickly and takes it out of the room before she reenters and hands you a lollipop.
âMel, I donât want a lollipop,â you chuckle softly.
She insists you take it. âBarb said itâs supposed to help with the morning sickness.â
Youâve never open a sucker so quickly.
Those things work like a miracle, and you keep them on hand for the rest of your pregnancy.Â
When it comes time to tell the Abbott clan, youâre thirteen weeks and youâre able to conceal the newly appearing bump under slightly baggy sweaters and shirts. The group is thrilled with this news, clearly excited to shower the newest addition to the Abbott family with lots of love.
After telling them, theyâre all a bit more mindful of what they bring into the staff room for lunch- a considerate gesture. Theyâre constantly bringing in little gifts for your unborn baby. It was clear to you before how much your work family cared for you, but this only proves to you how lucky you are to have these ridiculous, goofy, wonderful, special people in your life.
And after what feels like forever, youâre holding a stunningly beautiful little girl in your arms.
âMargaret Jane,â you whisper to the little bundle of blankets. âOur little Maggie.â
âThe little girl that we wished and prayed for,â your wife mumbles as she strokes your daughterâs cheek with the tip of her finger. Her eyes donât leave the baby, but you feel a soft kiss being pressed to your head as she whispers, âIâm so proud of you.â
You look up at her tiredly, but the warm smile on your face hasnât left since you were handed your girl for the first time a few hours ago. You lean up just slightly, as much as your aching body will allow. Your wife leans down the rest of the way to kiss you softly.
âYou know,â Melissa sighs quietly. âIf you had told a recently divorced me that this is what my life would turn out to be⌠having a perfect wife and a beautiful little girl I get to call my daughter, I wouldâve told you that you were bat shit crazy- never in a million years would that happen.â
âI know,â you laugh tiredly.
âMiracles really do happen,â your wife says softly as her fingers brush over the small tufts of red hair atop your daughterâs head.Â
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Jinx Headcannons
Warnings: Mild cussing, Fluff.
A/N: this is Modern Jinx headcannons so let me know if you want different headcannons from the show or separate headcannons
Best Friend Jinx
I just wanna say Jinx gives HUGE Chaeyoung from twice vibes from the personality down to the aesthetic. Jinx would be one of those weird loser bisexual girls who comes to school with the weirdest outfits and listens to artists like Coco & Clair Clair, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, and Frank Ocean. She would be a huge anime consumer her favorite being probably being Death Note, Nana or one of those early 2000âs grunge like animes.
Jinx is a AWESOME baker I feel like she would be the type of person to just bake whenever she's stressed out or just completely bored she would bake like cookies and cakes and bring them to her friends house âI just wanted to bring you theseâ and just leave with no other questions. She was in charge of the schools bake sale and that's where she met you. And once she saw you the girl was OBSESSED she did everything in her power to get close to you and be friends with you.
Once you guys become close as friends Jinx would make you yummy treats, make you playlists, give you art or little trinkets she made. I feel like she would be one of those friends who would have absolute terrible ass grammar you could text her and you would not be able to understand what she said like at all at first but over time you started to understand
JINX đ: hy did ypu do the magh hekmwqdk?
You: Did I do the what?
JINX đ: the magh hekmwqdk
You: Bitch the math homework?
Imma say it now Jinx is a gamer she plays cutesy little games like animal crossing, Stardew Valley, Sims 4, untitled goose game, and Minecraft and I feel like you guys would have like a cute little island with the cutest villagers. Jinx would come to school with her Nintendo switch and get it confiscated almost every single class that she had to have a parent teacher conference because of it and now Silco checks her bag every day before she leaves out the door.
I want to touch back up on the clothes I feel like if you where to open up Jinxâs closet I feel like all you would see would be graphic tees, colorful tank tops, skirts of different colors, sizes, textures and patterns. I feel like if you where to ask someone what her fashion taste was they would say âif a little kid dressed themselfâ or if she got dressed in the dark. She usually gets her stuff at goodwill or like depop.
This is kind of what Jinx would wear on a daily basis:
And we all know Jinx famous blue and pink nails that she rocks. I feel like she would also do the most craziest nail art herself or go to a nail salon for them to do it for her and she would LOVE you if you did some sort of matching nails with her. I feel like since jinx has anxiety she would do short nails so sheâs not tempted on biting them but if she does grow her nails out then she would have you put that nasty nail polish on that taste disgusting if you put your nails in your mouth.
Jinx knows how to play the guitar donât @ me she was apart of a band with Ekko where she was the lead singer and guitarist and they just did covers of famous bands and singers they had a small little YouTube channel that actually had good some of views. She would play the guitar all the time anytime you came over you would be engulfed with the sound of Jinx just jamming out with her guitar (I also believe if Iâm not mistaken their was a League of Legends ad where Jinx was playing the guitar but Iâm not too sure).
Confessing Jinx
I feel like Jinx had a crush on you since she met you and she didnât know how to confess it to you that she asked her big sister who is in a relationship with a girl what she should do cause poor girl was to scared to loose you if she confessed. I feel like she would ask you on Valentineâs Day she would have a WHOLE day planned just filled with things she she knows you would like, she baked your favorite dessert, painted her favorite picture of you, bought you a new game for your switch, made you a necklace, and bought you a bouquet of flowers and she dressed in a outfit you complimented her on on the first day you met her. Waiting for you she was nervous out of her ever loving mind thoughts running thru her head.
âWhat if she doesnât like it?â
âWhat if itâs too much?â
âWill she like the flowers I got her?â
She tries to remember the script of what sheâs gonna say when you walk thru the door and looks over at all the stuff he has laid out she panics and changes her mind but you walk thru the door with a soft smile and confusion on your face âhiâ you smile and Jinx heart drops looking at how cute you are that everything she was gonna say leaves her head.
âUh H-happy Valentineâs Day Y/Nâ she said handing you a bouquet of flowers she had hidden behind her back. You smiled at the kind gesture thanking the blue haired girl in front of you. Jinx was a nervous reck the whole time afraid of messing up this special day she lead you to the kitchen where your favorite dessert was made and she also made a homemade pizza in a shape of a heart with all of your favorite toppings âyou did all of this yourself?â You would ask and Jinx would simply just nod her head with a small little smile on her face.
âBut before we eat I have other stuffâ she would say pulling you out of the kitchen she would gift you the painting, and the switch game that you have been wanting for while and she gave you one of her old tees that you would always wear when you came over. âAw Jinx what is all of this pampering forâ you would ask and she would just shrug her shoulders not knowing what to say.
She would confess to you at dinner with the pizza she made out in the backyard looking at the stars. You would point at all the different stars and tell her all the names of the different constellations Jinx doesnât say anything just too busy looking at your pretty face to think of anything else once you notice you turn to her with a smile âwhat do I have something on my face?â
âYour just pretty thatâs allâ
âThank you, you are as wellâ you say returning the compliment Jinx would frown looking down at the necklace she made you she feels as if sheâs about to panic should she just say it and get it over with or just hand you the necklace. âY/N these moments we made as friends genuinely mean so much to me and I want to make so much more with youâ she would say as you look at her nodding at what she is saying.
She hands you the box with the necklace in it you open it looking at the shiny jewelry you glance up at the shy girl in-front of you nervous as ever. She breaths in and then out before saying those words she fears âY/N would you like to be my girlfriend?â After she looks at your face trying to read your reactions but you where to much in shock to say anything. The girl in front of you asking basic you to be her girlfriend? You felt as if you where dreaming âPlease say something this tension is starting to scare meâ
You smile at the girl before jumping on her and planting wet kisses all over her face âYES YES YES I WILL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!â You yell out with tears on your face Jinx sighs before giggling at your reaction you move off of her before laughing at the girl âwhat?â Jinx just smiles before pointing to the box you hand it to her and she opens the box removing the jewelry from it and places it onto your neck.
Girlfriend Jinx
I feel like your guys relationship wouldnât be any different from when you two were friends but Jinx would be a huge SIMP for you anything you did she would be drooling over, sheâs also VERY clingy you guys are like glued to the hip teachers would always ask âwhere is the other oneâ anytime you guys werenât together and she sheâs so clingy that she asked the principal if he could put you two in the same classes together but once he declined she pouted and pouted and just decided to wait for you outside your classroom.
Like Iâm serious once her teacher says they are done for the day she would pack her stuff up and run to your classroom and just look into the room watching you write something down on a piece of paper you sometimes wouldnât notice her mainly because you are too focused on the stuff the teacher is saying.
It wouldnât be until a teacher yells at her to stop peeking into their classroom, for a student to tap your shoulder or for her to text you for you to even notice her. Once your class was over she would pace over to you and just give you the biggest hug as if she hasnât seen you in years. âI was only away from you for like forty five minutesâ you would giggle at the girls tight hug.
Since you guys how two different aesthetic i also think you guys would have like a separate friend group like you guys would have a main group like Ekko and then you two would have your own. (If that makes sense) so letâs say one of your friends pulls you away for lunch to sit by them Jinx would get so confused and then upset over the fact your friends would do that and she would be at another table sulking just glaring at you laughing and giggling with your friends. âYou seem upsetâ her friends would say
When you guys do sit by eachother at lunch I feel like she would share her lunch with you but you would sometimes decline cause you want her to eat (she has a thing where she tends to starve herself) âIâm not hungry thoughâ she would state and you would shake your hand pushing her lunch box back to her âyou need to eatâ she would roll her eyes and just do what you said.
I feel like Jinxâs favorite thing to bring to lunch would be like Dino nuggets or like a Lunchable with a juice box at first you thought it was very childish but Jinx simply says that this is her favorite lunch to pack. And she LOVES snacks so you tend to pack extra snacks to share with her at random times during the day.
When you guys share classes with eachother she always sits by you weather thatâs in the front or in the back I feel like you two would exchange notes well it mainly Jinx exchanging notes and you trying not to get caught by the teachers the paper would have little doodles Jinx did or little questions she has
Jinx: wht th qustion to number 6?
You: Iâm not telling you figure it out yourself
Jinx: YOU ARE SO MEAN! =(
Jinx: Can I have those pretzels?
She is actually very smart she just has a short attention span and forgets things like 95% of the time like if you see her zoning out in class you would poke her to get her attention and then lean in to whisper into her ear âare you paying attention?â Due to Jinx zoning out you write down a lot of what the teacher says to share it with her and she thanks you.
If you guys have to work together no work is getting done it just filled with Jinx yapping your ears off no matter how many times you try to tell her to focus she never does until you tell her your not gonna come over later after school and once she hears that sheâs locked in.
This girl is the MOST Sassiest person you have ever met in your whole entire life she would make all these snarky remarks that leave you shocked there was a time she was arguing with Vi and she just mumbled these funny remarks as her sister is generally crashing out it could be over like Jinx eating the last slice of cake that Vi was gonna eat once she got home.
âI was gonna eat that!â
âCall down big back it wasn't even good to begin withâ
Its funny how sassy she is but it also tends to get annoying
Jinx isnât the type to get jealous well thatâs what she tells herself but in all seriousness sheâs the most jealous person you know. One time you invited her to a party one of your friend was hosting and the whole entire time she was close to you the whole night and would eye roll anybody who would flirt with you
âY/N I love your hair, itâs niceâ some random person would say and you would thank them with a smile and Jinx would scoff before mumbling something sassy under her breath you turn to her hitting her chest softly telling her to be nice. She would text you if her friends pulled her away and she sees something she doesn't like.
Jinx đ: Who is that? Who is that getting all close to you?
Jinx đ: WTF what did he whisper in your ear? Y/N your making me mad woman đ¤
You: Bae chill he's my science partner plus he's gay
Jinx would LOVE PDA I feel like she wants everyone to know she bagged a baddie so she's kissing you in public and acting all flirtly she could care less what anyone thinks she always has to know you are by her so she's either holding your hand, wrapping a arm around your waist or putting her hands in your back pocket and she's always smacking your butt for some odd reason which has you jumping âstop doing that it hurtsâ you would say rubbing it.
You and Jinx would have a pampering day at her house where you do eachother hair and just relax. If your black and have like kinky curls I feel like she would watch you brush your hair and put in detangler, and then try it herself cause she is in awe at your hair texture, and trust in this Jinx will look up how to do your texture of hair, she's watching youtube videos, reading books, asking some of her friends with the same texture she's doing it all so the next time you have a pampering day she knows what she is doing.
âHow the hell you know how to do box braids?â
âUh don't worry bout itâ
And you would love doing Jinxâs hair since its so long and straight you can do so many styles on it your favorite is braids with clips in it. After finishing eachother hair you would dress in the silliest clothes and just jam out to Jinxâs playlist.
Her family would love you especially her little adopted sister Isha any time she sees you come over she's running to the door with a huge smile on her face waving âhi little Ishaâ you would wave back you reach into your purse and hand her a oatmeal creme pie cookie you made a few days ago and she giggles grabbing it thanking you and walking off to her room.
Jinx feels at times that you will leave you so she sometimes needs reassurance that you won't ever leave her and that the two of you are end game
Welp another done with this hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). â¸ď¸ seulszn.
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Stunt Driving, Spencer Reid
Word Count: 1.8k~
3rd person, Spencer x fem!reader
Other than Derek Morgan, Spencer didn't know anyone that could drive so recklessly, yet, still be safe at the same time. That was until Agent (Y/n) (L/n) was hired at the BAU. She was intelligent, but she couldn't compare to that of Spencer's list of achievements. (Y/n) didn't graduate high school at age twelve, nor did she have several masters degrees or Ph.D.'s under her belt. Instead, she slightly leisured and worked hard at the same time. She gained her degrees with good grades while making memories with those around her. One person she grew close to was her father.
Being an auto mechanic who worked at home, (Y/n)'s father got to work on a lot of cars, especially those from the seventies and eighties. Once the cars were fixed, (Y/n)'s dad always took it for a drive with her in the passenger seat, and even though it probably wasn't the best idea, he would teach her how to drive fast - whether it be to have fun (again, probably not the best idea) or get out of a dangerous situation. The things learned by (Y/n) would last her a lifetime and would prove to be necessary in this current moment.
Driving one of the FBI's SUV at ninety miles per hour wasn't something that Spencer imagined himself experiencing today, and as he looked at the beautiful woman in the driver's seat beside him, he didn't exactly know what to think. She seemed so focused on what she was doing, and because of the mileage they were reaching, Spencer was thankful for this. However, there was still that screaming statistic in the back of his mind, shouting, "40% of all accidents are caused by speeding over 75 miles per hour!"
"(Y/n), slow down!" Spencer yelled as she swerved in and out of traffic, the unsub's car merely twenty feet away from their vehicle. Gripping the safety handle above him as hard as he could, Spencer felt like he could have a heart attack any moment now. She was unsafe in her driving because of the speed she was traveling at, yet, she was somehow keeping them safe by her constant reflexes and quick reaction times. "You're going to get us killed!"
"Spencer," (Y/n) said his name, swiftly checking her mirrors before speeding into the next lane, the engine screaming as she did so. Looking over into the driver side window, Spencer could see the unsub constantly checking over his shoulder, his panic only growing once he sees the BAU's vehicle next to his. "Do you trust me?"
"What?" Spencer asked his coworker, her gorgeous (e/c) eyes flashing over to his for a quick second. Despite being in such a tense situation, Spencer couldn't help but be lured in by her eyes as his heart had grown for the woman as soon as she started working in the BAU. Fortunately, (Y/n) felt the same, he just didn't know it.
"I need you to trust me," She repeats her words, gaining an almost groan from Spencer. He was trusting her enough by putting his life in her hands at the wheel, what else did she want?
"You know better than anyone how to calculate an unsub's next move," She reminds him, the unsub speeding up to get ahead of their SUV. "And you and I both know he's going to swerve in front of me at some point and slam on his breaks," she points out, frowning as she yanks the car into the same lane as the unsub. "I need you to tell me when you think that's going to happen."
Determination laced throughout her voice, (Y/n)'s eyes stayed glued on the banged-up car in front of her as the RPMs of their vehicle bounced between its high and low numbers. Not knowing what her full plan was, Spencer questioned himself as to why he quietly nodded at her words, but nonetheless, still turned his head to watch the car in front of them. As facts about the unsub came to mind, Spencer compiled everything into one of his long, drawn out equations before estimating when the murderer would do just as (Y/n) had said.
It was only when he saw the unsub sit closer to the wheel with a tighter grip on it that Spencer felt he was going to change his moves. "Now," Spencer told the woman, watching as she slowed their vehicle down only slightly, but still deliberately. Seconds after the SUV reached 80, the car in front of her slammed on the breaks, causing (Y/n) to smirk as she knew her plan was in full effect.
Quickly swerving into the line beside her, she wastes no time before lining her front wheels up to his back ones and slamming into him, effectively making him begin to slide uncontrollably on the road, the side of his vehicle pinned to the front of their SUV. Spencer watched in panic as the unsub tried to regain control of his car, only to swerve away and into a field. Sitting back against his chair with a sigh, Spencer shut his eyes as he felt the car begin to finally slow down. He'd never done a pit maneuver on anyone before, having only read about it before in books or hearing about it in news cases.
For a second, he let himself relax until he felt the SUV start reversing before swerving in a 180 degree motion, making his eyes shoot back open and see their vehicle now facing the same direction as the unsub. The wheels immediately regained traction against the asphalt before lunging into the dirt and across the grass covered field. The unsub had barely any time to react and drive away as the SUV made contact with the front end, pushing it farther into the field all the while further destroying the car and preventing it from driving anymore.
Now stopped, (Y/n) threw her seatbelt off and dashed out of her seat. Once again, Spencer found himself watching the scene unfold in front of him, his eyes glued to the way (Y/n) held her pistol all the while dragging the unsub out of the vehicle. Surprisingly, the man's arms eventually came up to hold his head, showing he was still alive despite being hit twice.
It's only then that Spencer snapped out of his haze, clambering out of the vehicle behind her as she tugged the injured man onto his stomach. Aside from the man's cries, the sound of sirens began to follow them much to Spencer's delight. They couldn't keep up with the unsub, losing him in traffic due to his speeds, but that wasn't a hard challenge for (Y/n).
Clearly.
It was merely thirty seconds later that the rest of the team joined them, followed by several ambulances and police vehicles that promptly looked over the murderer before taking him away to jail. This left both Spencer and (Y/n) to be checked over despite being alright throughout it all. It took hardly any time for Spencer to be declared fine, leaving him to make sure (Y/n) was okay.
Walking over to her ambulance, he saw an EMS worker finish wrapping up (Y/n)'s slightly bleeding wrist, his steps now a bit more panicked as he came closer to her. "I cut my hand on a piece of glass when handcuffing the guy," (Y/n) quickly explained to the worried man, smiling at him. "I'm okay, Spence, really."
Feeling his heart warm up in response to (Y/n) calling him the nickname she adopted for him, he saw himself sitting next to her and sighing. "Where did you...?" Spencer began, not knowing where to go with his question. Instead of waiting for him to continue, she smirked and finished for him.
"Where did I learn to do that?" She asked for clarification, receiving a nod in response. Still smiling, she happily answered him. "When I was younger, my dad fixed cars, but you already knew that," She explained, Spencer nodding along as she spoke.
"Well, he also liked stunts and he taught me a few things too," she shrugged, "The pit maneuver was nothing, but that j-turn was something else," She explained, the Spencer's ears perking up as she answered his next question without him even saying it.
Her smile slowly died down before she slid a hand over to his resting on the ambulance, albeit a bit cautiously. However, his unchanging expression showed her it was okay, and so, she left her hand on top of his.
"I am sorry if I scared you, Spencer," She apologized, "Not everyone's used to... well, my driving, but I can't help it," They both shared a small laugh at this, staring at each other for a few moments before she spoke up once more. "Still, I hope you don't see me as reckless or immature."
In response to her words, Spencer let out a small laugh before wrapping an arm around her back and pulling her close. Perhaps it was the chaotic experience they just faced, or maybe it was the longing stares and touches they sometimes exchanged, but Spencer didn't know where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from. In fact, the only thing that reassured him of his actions was (Y/n) reciprocating them and nuzzling into his side ever so slightly.
"You didn't scare me," Spencer lied, putting on a genuine smile due to the happiness he felt from the combination of (Y/n)'s touch and words. "To be honest, I thought it was kind of hot," The words left his lips as awkward as they could, followed by a dark blush taking over his porcelain cheeks.
Although, (Y/n) paid no mind to his embarrassment, and instead, she couldn't help but lean up and gently kiss Spencer's soft lips. They were slightly swollen from him biting them in the car out of anxiousness and fright, but (Y/n) didn't care. She was happy just to be kissing the man, and even more elated at the sensation of him kissing back.
A small amount of applause filled the area around them, causing the two to part and look around to see their teammates grinning and clapping their hands.
"I knew it!" JJ yelled, clapping her hands together with an excited smile. "This was going to happen sooner or later,"
Beside JJ was Emily, smiling as well while clapping her on the back. Spencer and (Y/n) then began to stutter to Emily that they wouldn't let this interfere with their work, but the dark-haired woman simply held up a hand in response. "It's okay, I know you two, and I know you'll still be the same excellent workers," The smile she wore grew into that of a smirk, anticipating her next reply. "Just a bit more cuddly... and cute."
Relieved, both (Y/n) and Spencer couldn't help but let out a small sigh simultaneously, causing them to look back at each other with sheepish smiles from being caught. Barely any words had been expressed between the two when it came to their new relationship, but one thing was definite: (Y/n)'s motor-loving heart had become entangled with Spencer's chess-loving one, and he was happy.
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Giving thanks for..
Genre: smut, enemies to lovers.
Word count:2.8k+
Warnings: rough!ni-ki, shy!y/n, fingering âunder the tableâ, worshipping, unprotected sex, teasing, dirty talk, praising, throat-fucking, hate-fuck. Note: I love making these stories idk why but they peak my interest so much!! I know itâs not thanksgiving yet but imma be busy on those days Iâm off, but plz enjoy :3 and take care of urself đđđź
Youâve been enemies for a really long time. Ni-ki, which you couldn't stand him, had been teasing and humiliating you throughout school. But then, out of the blue, he invited you to his family's Thanksgiving dinner. Sure, there would be the usual âIâm grateful forâŚâ moments, so you figured nothing too surprising would unfold, right?
Today you were just chilling at home alone while your parents were at their hometown enjoying thanksgiving dinner, you felt bored, alone. Of course you didnât want to go because you didnât feel like it. But once you finished an hour call with them, you stared up at the ceiling from the bed.Â
You sigh in boredom, sitting back up from the bed. âWhat am I gonna do, Iâm all alone.. I guess I can make dinner for myself and watch some Netflix or something.â Suddenly you receive a notification from your phone, you assume âoh! Maybe my parents sent a picture of themselves!â You check but your excited expression turns into shock and confusion.. it says: âHey y/n, sorry to annoy you as always lol đ, but anyways I was wondering if youâre interested in coming over to my house for thanksgiving I have no one to enjoy besides my parents.âÂ
âWhat?! Ni-ki.. he seriously invited you to his thanksgiving dinner, seriously?â You tell yourself blankly staring at the message for minutes. You roll your eyes and reply:Â
âFine. đOnly because I also have nothing to do, fine Iâll come over. What time?âÂ
He types back: âAround 6PM, it will just be a normal thanksgiving, nothing out of the ordinary. đâÂ
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Itâs 6PM and youâve just arrived in front of his home, and you ring the doorbell. You stand there waiting for him or someone to open. You know you look stunning in that red dress, which perfectly highlights your curves without being overly short. Then Niki opens the door, âHey y/n, come on in, Iâll introduce you to my parents.â As he gestured you to walk in. âThank you.â You say, as he shuts the front door leading you to the dining table. You see a neatly organized dinning table, with a candle in the middle. Â
Ni-ki clears this throat and speaks, âMom, dad. This is y/n, a âfriendâ of mine I invited, I hope you guys donât mind her.â His mom replies, âN-no we donât mind! Hello, y/n. Please I donât mind you inviting her over, please sit down and join us for dinner today.â You look at his mother and smile politely, as you take your seat. âHello, Mrs. Itâs nice to meet you, itâs kind enough of your son to invite me over, since my parents are at their hometown enjoying thanksgiving.â His father speaks behalf, âOh no worries! Thatâs very nice of our son to do that, inviting someone like you over, you seem a very well polite girl so thereâs no harm in that.â Ni-ki then sits down next to you, âYeah, I felt like thatâs a nice thing to do behalf that itâs thanksgiving, we should be kind to each other, right y/n?â As he says that sarcastically.Â
You feel a bit nervous about meeting his parents, but you manage to smile and nod. âOf course, it's a good thing to invite friends over." You say softly, trying not to show how anxious you really feel. To pass the time waiting for the dinner his parents and especially you talk about how youâve been, your parents, mostly about your life. But then his father asks, âDo you have a boyfriend yet, young lady?âÂ
You blush slightly, feeling a little embarrassed by the question. "Well, I haven't found anyone who really catches my interest yet," you admit shyly.
"Maybe one day soon though!" You add quickly, hoping to change the subject before things get too awkward.Â
But it gets interrupted as soon as the food arrives. You smell all of the delicious aromas wafting from the dishes. "Wow... everything looks amazing!" You exclaim enthusiastically, trying to cover up your earlier blunder. âWhoâs cutting the turkey today?âÂ
Niki looks around, his parents and you seem to be waiting for someone to cut into the turkey. He takes a deep breath and stands up. "I'll do it," he announces confidently. "After all, it's Thanksgiving.â With that said, he walks over to where the turkey is sitting and grabs a knife. He gives it one swift stroke, carving off a piece of meat before placing it onto a plate. You canât help but deny the way he looks in that suit, the way he picks up that knife, itâs like you wanna touch him.
But you then take a bite of some turkey and gravy - it's even better than it smells! As you all savor the meal throughout the evening, saying what youâre grateful for, besides Niki.. and of course, remembering to keep dinner etiquette in mind, everything was smooth. But soon enough you feel ni-ki leaning against you, his hot breath in your ear. âYou look damn good in this dress.. I canât help but notice it so much.â You blush deeply at his compliment, your heart pounding in your chest. You're not used to receiving compliments like this, especially not from someone as attractive as him. âT-thanks.. I mean I have to look presentable to your parents..â After you finish your food, you place your fork down gently and lean back in your chair. You take a deep breath to calm your racing heart. âWas the food good, sweetie? I made it this morning.â His mother smiles softly at you.Â
Before you could respond, you feel a hand sliding up and down your thigh making you gasp quietly. âWhat the..â you mutter to yourself, as Ni-ki continues doing that under the table. You try to play it cool despite losing focus on the conversation.Â
"O-oh, your food was amazing!", you respond sincerely, doing your best to ignore Ni-kiâs wandering hand. "I've never had such delicious mashed potatoes before..." He then leans over you and whispers with a small smirk, âI didnât invite you just for a normal thanksgiving, I also wanted something else.. to tease and make you feel humiliated in front of my parents.â But then, Ni-kiâs mother speaks trying to get your attention, âSweetie? You okay..? I was asking you where do you plan to go for vacation next month with your parents?â Ni-ki then slides your panties aside and inserts 2 fingers inside you without warning.
âO-oh! I was thinking maybe Thailand-ah!â You say making you blush in embarrassment, âSorry about that.. itâs just something accidentally hit me. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, doing your best to keep a neutral expression.Â
âThailand sounds lovely! Itâs a wonderful place to travel.. when I was young..â she continues talking while you continue trying to hold your moans infront of them two. âNi-ki.. stop that.. itâs embarrassing..â you whisper to him. âCome on~ your pussy deserves my fingers in you now, you make me crave you so much in that dress.â He says in a low, sultry voice.Â
His mother notices the blush on your face and the discomfort in your voice, but assumes it's due to the heat of the room or perhaps nervousness from being in new surroundings.
"Oh dear, I apologize if we're making you uncomfortable. We just love sharing stories about our travels!", she says reassuringly.Â
âN-no Mrs.. itâs not your fault itâs just itâs a bit hot right now.â, as you manage to choke out between stifled moans. Ni-Kiâs father then speaks, âWeâll clean up the mess, why donât you show her your room.âÂ
Ni-Ki inserts a third finger, making you moan quietly. âYes of course father, Iâll kindly show her my room.â And with that both of his parents head to the kitchen with the dirty plates, and utensils. You finally pull his hand away from your pussy, âWhat was that for Ni-ki!? You canât just do that while Iâm talking to them.. thatâs embarrassing. I nearly came all over your hand.â  He winks, âOh really? because I really wanted that pussy of yours.. I couldnât resist.â âNow come on, letâs head to my room, shall we~?â He takes your hand to make you stand up so you can follow Ni-ki upstairs to his room. Once the door is closed behind you, he pins you against it.
"You know," he murmurs seductively, "Your little moans were music to my ears..." Before you can respond, he silences you with a passionate kiss. His tongue explores your mouth while his hands roam freely over your body. âI should worship your pussy.. eating you out, making you moan..~âÂ
You quickly responded blushing deep red. âN-no thatâs a bad idea.. especially right now..â Hearing your protests, Ni-ki pulls away with a playful grin. "What's the fun in all this if we don't take risks?" He teases, pressing himself closer against you. âNo im going home, Iâm not doing your kinky ideas with you.â  Ni-ki seeing you attempt to leave, grabs your wrist tightly. "Running away so soon?" He chuckles darkly, pulling you back towards him. Without warning, he kisses you passionately once more. His other hand reaches down to cup your breast roughly through the fabric of your dress.Â
âMmph! F-fine I want it! But this is a one-time thing, we are still enemies.â You stumble to say, as he releases your wrist and moves to unzip your dress hastily. "Just remember..." he whispers into your ear, "This doesn't change anything between us..." And with that, he pushes you onto his bed and begins undressing you fully, and he kneels in front of you. âLet me worship your pussy.. I can tell itâs already wet from my fingers, naughty girl..âÂ
"F-fine! Go ahead," you finally relent, biting your lip nervously. âBut only this once."Â Â His tongue laps at your clit with expert precision, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your body.
"Mmm...so tasty..." he murmurs against you before continuing his relentless assault on your sensitive nub. âAh~! Fuck.. k-keep going..â you moan but you quickly cover your mouth making sure no one hears you. Ni-ki increases the pressure of his tongue on your clit. His hands grip your thighs tightly, holding you in place as he devours you and makes your legs tremble, "Oh God...I'm close!", you gasp out, writhing beneath him. Noticing your impending climax, Ni-ki slows his pace slightly, prolonging your torture. He looks up at you with a devilish grin.
"Not so fast, sweetheart..." he purrs, "I haven't finished yet." You whine desperately, âN-no please Iâm close! I need to cum..â
"Oh, is that so?" he teases, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh. "That's the point isn't it?" he teases again, "To feel pleasure so intense that you can barely stand it?" âN-Niki!" you cry out, clenching the sheets beneath. "Please...don't tease me like this! I really need to cum.. come on.â Niki chuckles darkly, his eyes filled with mischief as he watches you squirm underneath him. He knew how to push your buttons, knew exactly what to say and do to get a rise out of you. âWhat's wrong, sweetness?" he purrs mockingly, "Can't handle a little teasing?" You whine again and looks at him with pleading eyes, âNo! I mean yes! Just shut up and let me cum! You asshole! Please.. I need to cum so badly..!â
Niki laughs, his hot breath tickling your skin as he leans in closer.Â
He takes a moment to savor the desperation lacing your words. "Fine," he concedes, sliding a finger inside of you. "But only because I want to see those pretty eyes roll back into your head." âYes please..! Iâm gonna.. fuck! Gonna..â, You quickly grab a pillow to cover your moans as you cum onto his face. Niki licks up every last drop of your sweet release, savoring the taste of you on his tongue. He pulls back slowly, standing up to look down at you with a satisfied smirk. âGood girl, I might just fuck you right now while we at it, how about you ride me?âÂ
"No way Iâm not riding you! Youâre an asshole!â As you stand up from his bed. âPlus your parents are washing dishes, we canât just do that..they might hear us!â He smirks pushing you back onto the bed, âOh come on.. we could make some noise, who cares about them..â He tries to persuade you. âYou might like it when youâre handcuffed, I have them.âÂ
You roll your eyes and scoff at him, âUgh.. whatever Iâll ride you while Iâm handcuffedâŚâ âReally?â Niki asks surprised, âWell alright then.â He goes to his drawer and takes out a pair of handcuffs. âPut these on.â âAlright.â, you say as you hold out your wrists for him to cuff you. Once he locks them, he smirks, âFuck, you look sexy like this, handcuffed.. I can easily do anything to you.â He reaches down and unzips his pants, freeing his thick member. It throbs slightly as it bobs free from its confines.  "Here," he says, offering you his shaft. "Why don't you start by sucking on this?"
âAlright, Iâll please you..â You say as you lean down taking his cock in your mouth. You bob your head slowly licking his tip before sliding down further, taking half of his dick in your mouth. Without warning, he thrusts deeper into your mouth. His cock hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag around him. âMmph!~Too big and deep.!â You manage to say while he doesn't stop though; instead, he continues to fuck your face ruthlessly.
You tease him back by saying, âIâll pull my mouth out-â âNo you wonât,â he says. âOr else I will kick you outta of my house and make sure you never return.â Then he forces his way inside your mouth again, his member hitting the back of your throat, forcing another round of gags from you. As he keeps fucking your throat, you slap his leg hard, trying to signal him to stop. Ignoring your weak attempt to resist, Niki continues to thrust into your mouth. He can feel the familiar tingling at the base of his spine, signaling his imminent release.
"That's it..." he groans, "I'm gonna cum..."
Before long, he explodes inside your mouth. His hot seed fills your mouth and spills onto your chin as he rides out his orgasm.  "There..." he pants, "That wasn't so bad was it? Now why don't you get those pretty legs of yours moving and ride me like a good girl." âO-okay..â You stutter out as you position yourself to sit on his cock despite being handcuffed. With a single thrust, he buries himself deep within you.Â
"Fuck..." he groans, "So tight..." As he begins to move beneath you, bucking his hips upwards to meet each of your downward thrusts. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as they make love roughy. "Ride me baby," he growls, "Show me how much of an asshole you think I am." âFuck.. you..! Ah~!â , you moan out quietly. âJ-just donât thrust up more..â âOh, is that what you want?" He teases, "Don't worry, I'll make sure to keep things gentle for you." Despite his promise, he continues to thrust up into you ruthlessly. His large member filling you over and over again until both of you are panting heavily. "You like that?" he growls quietly, "You like being fucked by an asshole like me?"Â
âI hate you so much! Ahh~â you continue to moan out as you start to ride him faster, grinding your clit against him as you ride him. Niki groans deeply as you grind against him, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He can feel the heat building up within him again.
"Fucking hell..." he mutters, "You're such a naughty girl..." With one final thrust, he buries himself deep inside of you. His hot seed spurts inside of you as he releases inside of you. âFuck.. Iâm cumming too..!â Niki grunts as he feels you tighten around him, your own climax rippling through your body. He can feel every spasm and twitch of your pussy as you cum. "Good girl," he murmurs, "That was quite the show." As he uncuff and removes the handcuffs from your wrists, âThere.. am I still an asshole to you, y/n? Despite panting you responded, ân-no.. you were good, I give you that. I guess we arenât really enemies anymore.âÂ
Suddenly you both hear a knock, his father was yelling from the door while Ni-kiâs mother was standing next to him, âNi-ki, y/n, Are you okay? I hear some noise and wanted to make sure you guys were okay!âÂ
Niki sighs as he hears his parent's voices, realizing that they've been too loud. He quickly pulls up his pants and straightens out his shirt. "Yeah dad, we're fine," he calls out, "Just having a little fun." He looks at you with a smirk, "Guess we better clean up real quick."
You smirk and laugh at him, âI told you this couldâve happened.â He laughs softly, "Yeah, you did." Niki gives you a playful wink, "Maybe next time we should try to be quieter especially you, y/n." As he listens to his parent's footsteps fade away, he relaxes again. Turning back to you, he grins mischievously. âOne last thing.., Iâm grateful today for eating your pussy, y/n.âÂ
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