#i had to keep the tv on while writing this as to not become too scared myself đ
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#(today i was distracted by this way too elaborate olli/allu + olli/tommi + allu/joonas murder mysteryAU set in the early 50s i came up with#(which you are welcome to ask more about btw)
oh????? đđ please do tell some details about it if you want to? i'm very interested đđđđđđ
have an amazing day đđ
Yes yes yesssss!! đ But before I proceed, a couple of disclaimers: 1) the summary below is gonna contain referenced murder and sexual assault (NOT by any of the main characters though and nothing is described too graphically/explicitly), 2) it's rather vague in parts and I'm yet to figure out some of the details, and 3) I'm not planning on ever writing any of this, in fact I think it'd work better as maybe a TV series? I don't know. I for one don't have the skills (or patience) to actually write this (...plus I'm actually terrified by this whole thing myself ngl đ
). I hope you enjoy it though! As much as one can enjoy a murder mystery... đ„
First I'm gonna have to explain what inspired this. I learned today that last week it was the 70th anniversary of one of Finland's most famous cases of unsolved homicide, the murder of Kyllikki Saari. The link will take you to the Wikipedia page of the case (in English), but to summarize it (skip the rest of this bullet point if you don't want to hear about stuff like this!!), a 17-year-old girl was murdered on his way home from a religious gathering and 5 months later her remains were found buried in a bog. To this day, no-one knows who's behind the murder; there have been a couple key suspects, but no clear evidence to prove anything for sure. There's also nothing that would directly prove it was a sexual crime, although it can't be ruled out, since the victim was not wearing any clothes on the bottom half of her body and her other breast was out of her blouse when they found her. Now PLEASE don't take me for some weirdo and think I'm somehow fascinated by the case or think it's cool: I'm creeped out as fuck about this tbh, but ever since I first heard about the case, it's been haunting me a bit. Not daily obviously, but every now and then something reminds me of it. In the late 50s - early 60s there were also two other equally famous, unsolved murder cases in Finland: the double murder of Tulilahti (two young women killed on their bicycle/camping trip, also buried in a bog + a number of other similarities with the case described above) and the Lake Bodom murders (three campers killed inside their tent, one camper in the group survived but suffered injuries that caused memory loss; the link will lead you to Wikipedia). This idea of mine is probably most inspired by the Tulilahti case, but only vaguely.
- So based off the cases I described briefly above, I'm basing this story in rural/countryside Finland in the 1950s or the 1960s (sorry for any possible historical inaccuracies that may occur đ
) - The story begins with Olli and Aleksi, two friends who want to... explore each other, themselves, and their sexualities, if you get what I mean đ They're not boyfriends per se, but they do enjoy each other's company maybe a little more than is appropriate for friends of the same sex (in the context of the 1950s/60s). Of course, this all has to happen in secrecy, and so they seek out secluded places for this purpose - One day they decide to go for a swim in a pond they had found deep in the forest. I know this story is full of plotholes lol but let's imagine it used to be a popular swimming place for kids and that an old, wooden changing room has remained there from those times. I don't know if such things existed in the 50s already, but please humour me a little and imagine a simple wooden hut with two rooms in which to change into your swimwear, yeah? (one for boys, one for girls) - So they go for a swim and have all sorts of fun in the water, and as the sun's about to set (as much as the sun ever sets in Finland in the summer), they head back to the hut. They should be changing back into their normal clothes, as soon it's gonna be too dark for them to easily find their way out of the forest, but they get a bit carried away... đ - In the middle of their fooling around, they hear noises from somewhere by the pond. Two people talking in the distance, footsteps, etc. They can't recognize either of the voices from that far. - (plotholes plotholes plotholessssss) - After a while of listening to the noises in terrified silence (afraid of getting caught by whoever's out there), they hear screaming. - There are noises of fighting/struggling. The screams start coming closer to the hut. - The person (a woman, they can tell) is still screaming in terror when she's pushed to the other booth (the one next to Olli and Aleksi) - Then the screams are first muffled, then weakened, until they stop altogether. - Sounds of something being dragged. A man grunting. Steps around the (windowless) hut. Olli and Aleksi are paralyzed with terror and don't dare to even breathe. They stay the night at the hut, awake and trembling until the morning, not daring to sneak out until they're finally sure no one's around anymore and return home. - They find an item on the path from the lake. A watch maybe, I haven't decided yet. They can't remember seeing it before, but of course that doesn't mean it wasn't there already when they arrived. In any case, one of them picks it up and takes it with them. Just in case.
- I'm not sure what either of them do for a living in this AU, but I'm imagining Olli working at some kinda office (at the town hall maybe? I don't knooooooow) and Aleksi maybe as a farmhand with Joonas as his roommate (both details crucial to the plot) - They swear to each other to not talk about what they had heard in the forest to any other living soul, but when Olli returns to his office job the next day and hears that one of his co-workers (a woman around his age, more an acquaintance and a co-worker than a friend) has not showed up for her workshift, Olli gets a bad feeling. - Olli mentions this to Aleksi and says that they should go talk to the police about what happened, but Aleksi forbids him, as he's afraid they might get in trouble, not necessarily because they might be key witnesses to an alleged murder, but because of what they were up to at the time. - "What are you gonna tell them when they ask you what we were doing there, huh?!" - They have a proper quarrel about it and depart on bad terms :( - Obviously the case is bothering them both; even though Aleksi tells Olli to forget about the whole thing and act as if nothing has happened (between them nor in the forest), he has nightmares about the incident. He hears the screams of terror in his dreams and wakes up with a gasp (only to find out the screams had been just a seagull screaming outside at sunrise), which rouses Joonas' curiosity - Cue a side-plot of Aleksi and Joonas lending each other a helping hand/mouth to let off some steam before/after their farmwork (maybe Aleksi tells him he's just stressed about idk??, while Joonas has trouble coping with surpressing his sexuality, which obviously reflects on their thing). I'm not yet sure what's the purpose of this side plot, other than to give Aleksi (and Joonas) something to do during his fall-out with Olli
- Speaking of which, meanwhile Olli remembers that his old schoolmate / childhood friend Tommi works as a police officer in town these days. Olli can't handle keeping the secret to himself anymore, and without Aleksi around to stop him, he decides he can trust Tommi with it, without fearing what he might think if/when Olli needs to spill the truth about why he had been in the forest - Indeed, Tommi is curious to hear why (you know, for the purposes of the investigation), and Olli doesn't explicitly tell him, but rather... implies it. Not saying the words, but it doesn't take a genius to understand what he means - Tommi understands. He undertands perfectly well, in fact - Olli refuses to tell who the other key witness is, but agrees to help Tommi with the investigation as much as he can, if Tommi in turn promises to keep his little secret - Tommi is so into the case that he uses his free time on it as well, and he invites Olli to help him out at his house one evening (he still lives at his parent's farmhouse). - ...which means they have to be extra quiet when making passionate love to each other in Tommi's room đ„șđ - Usually Olli manages to sneak out at night, but one time he accidentally falls asleep and doesn't wake up until there's a knock on the door - Tommi gestures Olli to stay in the bed and be quiet while he goes to get the door. - There's a man, asking if Tommi borrowed his watch again (he hasn't). Olli recognizes the voice. - When the man's gone, Olli asks Tommi who it was. Tommi's brother. (much older than Tommi and lives out of town, so Olli never knew him - Olli can't wait to get out of the house đ - He practically runs to Aleksi to tell him about his discovery, and accidentally spills the whole thing to Joonas too (he didn't notice Joonas was in the room as well (nor does he pay attention to the fact he's half-naked on Aleksi's bed)
Aaaaaaand that's what I have so far đŹ I'm not sure if the plot makes any sense (for example, I have no idea what Joonas' actual role in this is), nor have I given much thought to the motive of the murder (secret lovers who got in a quarrel that was taken too far? a random lunatic losing his temper with a girl who rejected him? I don't knoooooow) or any details as to how the victim and the offender ended up at Olli and Aleksi's hideout (without noticing they weren't the only ones there at the time). I also have no idea how this all will be resolved. Will Aleksi eventually be ready to give his witness's report as well? Will Olli be able to tell Tommi who he thinks is the murderer and show him the watch they had found? What will happen to Aleksi and Olli if they have to publicly confirm they had heard the murder because they had been doing something illegal themselves in the next room? Will the body of the victim be found? I don't know đ€·ââïž
Also, I'm sorry Joel and Niko are not in this, I just couldn't imagine them with in the 50s/60s setting with their long hair đ
#long text alert woops#please don't think i'm a creep đ#also maybe don't read this late at night if you get scared easily đ
đ#i had to keep the tv on while writing this as to not become too scared myself đ#next i'm gonna go to bed to think about my cute and fluffy olli/allu beach fic as to not have nightmares tonight đ„Č#blind channel rpf
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Gratitude
© thewidowsledger 2024 - DO NOT REPUBLISH AND PLAGIARISE
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Word count: 2.3k
Tags | Warnings: +18, AMAB!Natasha, MILF!reader, Natasha is 28 and reader is 36, beefy and nerdy Natasha (she has glasses and is a good cock cook toođ©), blowjob (Natasha receiving), mommy kink (?), Natasha calls r 'mama'đ© r came from an abusive relationship before meeting Natasha, r has a son, mentions of cheating, physical abuse, Natasha and r met on a dating app
Authorâs Note: I came up to this interview where this artist said, âWhen I came downstairs and the kitchen is clean and youâve done it all, all the dishes, you better be ready to get your dick sucked.â And I was like I need to write something out of this, lol enjoy :p Nat + acts of service=đ©đ€Čđđđ (I'm so nasty, I'm sorry bye)
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âThank you for accepting me.â
Another kiss.
âThank you for taking care of me.â
Another kiss.
âNow, let mommy show you how grateful she really is.â
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You had always envisioned yourself pursuing law school after graduation, but life had other plans. You unexpectedly became pregnant right after graduating, when you told your boyfriend of 3 years that you were pregnant, he was ecstatic to become a father. However, once your son was born, his true colors showedâhe began to lash out at both you and your son and it became a living hell for you.Â
He was the main provider when you were pregnant and for the first couple of years after your son's birth, he continued to support you. However, when your son turned 2, he provided less and less for you and your son, and thatâs when you started looking for a job again.
You quickly pivoted to finding a job that would allow you to support yourself and your son. Luckily, you found a job as an advertising specialist, which provided you with a stable income that was enough to meet your needs and even help contribute to the household. When you had to work long hours, you would leave your son with your lovely neighbor, who was a grandmother and loved taking care of him like her own grandchild. She would always try to talk to you about leaving your boyfriend every chance she gets, she even tried to set you up with her amigaâs son. Of course you knew she meant well, but you would just offer a forced smile and a coffee she told you was her favorite to try and change the subject everytime she talks to you about it. Â
Over time, your relationship with your boyfriend continued to deteriorate. He stopped helping you around the house and you would come home to find dirty dishes piling up in the sink and no food in the fridge. If there was food, it seemed like he only prepared it for himself. It felt like he was becoming more and more selfish and unthoughtful, leaving you to take care of everything on your own while he prioritized his own needs.Â
He showed little to no interest in caring for your son too, often expecting you to handle all the parenting, householdâŠeverything! If your son cried, he wouldn't bother trying to comfort him and would just give him his phone while he watches TV. You didn't even know if he listened to you when you tried to talk to him about keeping your son away from gadgets.
If there was a mess to clean up, he always expected you to take care of it. He even went as far as shouting at you like a maid to do everything, showing a complete lack of empathy or willingness to share the responsibilities of raising your son.
As if it was only you who made your son? He literally put him inside you?
The breaking point in your relationship came when your boyfriend laid a hand on you. He was drunk when he got home, you asked him where heâd been and he told you, he went into a bar, out with friendsâafter that he told you not to ask any further questions. But the sickening perfume clinging on his shirt didn't stop you from asking if he was cheating on you and out of nowhere he came up to you and slapped you across the face. You knew at that moment that you had to leave him to protect your child from further harm. Yes, it was you who got hurt by him and if he could do it to you, he would do the same to your son. So you gathered your things and left that very night, never looking back. You also decided to leave the job you were working at, wanting to put as much distance between you and him as possible. Surprisingly, your ex-boyfriend never made any attempt to contact you or even ask about your son, as if he was relieved to be rid of you both.
Now, meeting Natasha felt like a breath of fresh air after the toxic relationships you had experienced. She was kind, empathetic, and genuinely interested in your well-being. Not to mention that she was almost a decade younger than you and was a beefy woman that has godly arms, that made you literally swipe right on sight. And behind that godly body she had a geeky sideâshe wore glasses, framing her intelligent green orbs, sparkling as she literally rambled about Greek mythology during your first date.
You were having a great time with her and you think you both clicked and you know that eventually that night during your date you have to tell her about your son which you were hesitant about, fearing judgement or rejection.
What if after you told her she will excuse herself to the bathroom and never come back and leave you with the bills? Or what if she will suddenly tell you that her dog is sick even though she doesn't even have a dog? Well, you don't want to assume already but these are the things you had experienced in the past when you started dating againâa lot of stupid excuses that led you to expect rejection or disappointment when you mentioned you had a son.Â
However, as you gathered the courage to reveal this information, Natasha's reaction took you by surprise.Â
âYou have a son? That's wonderful. I hope to meet him soon.â
And you knew from there that you would let her take you to bedâŠnot just to sleep though.
And speaking of bed you are now stretching yourself around your own bed, the memories of the night before came flooding back to you. You could still feel her lips on yours, her hands skimming over your body, her inside you. But then, the sheets where she had been laying is now cold, she is no longer beside you. You tried to look around your room but she's nowhere to be found.Â
You immediately get yourself dressed soon, your mind shifting to a familiar routineâcleaning the house. Having come from an abusive relationship, you have become accustomed to cleaning as your ex-boyfriend had placed the burden of household chores on you, demanding that you clean the house, iron his clothes, and prepare his breakfast before he left for work and it has been an ingrained habit on you.
Though you were saddened by the thought of Natasha actually leaving, your instinct to still do the things you usually do every morning is a priority, and after that, you are planning to call Darcy to pick your son up and cry to her that you feared yet another date failed.
Maybe she was just embarassed to say it in front of your face, that she's not into single mothers and she was just being kind and she thought that you seemed like you haven't been laid for like what? Two years now? So she just slept with you and immediately fly off afterwards. Maybe you have to start putting a single mother warning on the dating app you have been using or maybe stop using it at all.
As you descended the staircase, a tantalizing aroma wafted through the air, causing your stomach to rumble. You strained your nose, trying to identify the source of the mouthwatering scent. Was it a rich pasta sauce or perhaps a delectable baked mac and cheese that was cooking in the kitchen? The mystery deepened your hunger, making your stomach growl even more insistently.
Wait, who was cooking in your sacred kitchen?!
Entering the kitchen, your gaze fell upon a delicious delightful sight âNatasha, clad in your strawberry-patterned apron, her beefy arms flexed as she skillfully stirred a pot on the stove, her strength and cuteness on full display. Sensing your presence, Natasha turned around, her smile widening as she laid eyes on you.Â
âGood morning.â Natasha greeted you with her deep and velvety voice.Â
âH-hiâŠâ
âI hope you donât mind me being here in your kitchen.â
Well, you literally let this woman take you in your own bed and be inside you the very same night you metâŠwhere else couldnât she be in?
You looked around, taking in the immaculate state of your house. It was as if a cleaning fairy had come in the night and transformed the place. The floors were spotless, dishes were washed and put away, the couch cushions were fluffed and there were beautiful freshly cut roses arranged in a vase on the countertop. Your gaze fixed on the vibrant petals as you admired its simple beauty.
Natasha, noticing your gaze, commented shyly, âI brought some...for you, a while ago. I'm sorry for getting out of bed, I wanna prepare something for you before you wake up.â She smiled sheepishly, her fingers playing with the straps of the apron as she removed it out of her godly body.
Your eyes now darted to the vacuum, neatly tucked away in its usual spot and a frown creased your forehead. âD-Did you vacuum?â Natasha with her glasses slightly fogged up, nodded affirmatively, her hands busily wiping away the condensation.
âYou know you don't have to do all this, right?â
âYeah but I want to.â
âI'm sorry if my house is really that messy that you have to clean it yourself.â
âThat's not what it is mama.â
You bit your lip trying not to moan right then and there with the nickname she gave you as you slowly walked up to her, thinking of some ways on how to thank her.Â
Your eyes locked onto her figure as she prepare two plates for the two of you, âThank you,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You reached out and cupped her cheek to get all her attention. You gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers brushing against her cheek.
âBabyâŠitâs nothing, alright?â she giggled.
âLet me thank you for doing all this.â
âWell, your welcome.â She kissed your forehead but when she was about to turn and go back to plate the pasta your hands gripped her tighter and you pushed her gently against the kitchen counter, pinning her in place.
âI thought you will let me thank you for you doing all this for me?â you frowned, looking at her with best puppy eyes you could give.
âY-yeahâŠand I said youâre welcome didn't I?â Natashaâs cheeks flushed with a rosy tint, her breath hitching in her throat unaware of what youâve been meaning to say or do.
Her eyes widened in shock as she watched you slowly kneel down in front of her, your hands reaching for the waistband of her joggers, not even wearing a boxers. She didn't fight, her body seemingly frozen in place as you pulled them down, revealing her erect cock springing free.
You smiled up at her, your gaze fixed on her cock and she felt a heat spread across her cheeks. You wrapped your hand around the base of her shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. âThank you for doing all this, baby,â you murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of her cock.
âThank you for tidying up the house.â
Another kiss.
âThank you for cooking for me.â
Another kiss.
âThank you for accepting me.â
Another kiss.
âThank you for taking care of me.â
Another kiss.
âNow, let mommy show you how grateful she really is.â
Without a second, you wrapped your lips around her thickness, taking her into your warm, wet mouth. Natashaâs head fell back against the cabinets, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed your head.Â
You continued to suck on her cock with fervor, your mouth stretching to accommodate her girth. Natashaâs hips bucked slightly, pushing her dick deeper into your throat. You gagged softly, but didnât pull back, determined to show her just how grateful you were.
You looked up at her, your eyes meeting hers as you continued to suck on her hard length. Her glasses were fogged up, her eyes hidden behind the blurred lenses. But you could feel her gaze, intense and unblinking, as she watched you pleasure her.
âFuckfuckfuck baby, shâshit!â
As you continued to suck on her dick, saliva dripped from the side of your mouth, a small smile attempting to form on your lips despite the awkward position. You tried to grin up at her, hoping to catch her eye again through the fogged lenses.
Natasha's breathing grew ragged, her hands gripping tighter onto your hair. âB-baby I-I fuâ!â she panted, trying to pull you off. But you tightened your grip on her thighs, keeping her in place as you continued to bob your head.
âBabybabybaby Iâm going toâŠâ she warned, her voice strained. You hummed in response, the vibration pushing her over the edge. She came with a low moan, her hips bucking forward as she spilled into your mouth.
You swallowed every last drop, your eyes watering slightly from the intense sensation. You slowly pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Natasha sagged against the cabinets, her legs shaking as she tried to catch her breath. You slowly stood and she sighed, leaning against you for support, trying to steady her nerves.Â
âIf there should be someone who needs to be thankful, thatâs me,â she buried her face in your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin. âFuck, mama is-is there something I could still do around the house?â her voice coming out a little bit raspier and low.
You took a hold of her face and giggled, âSomeone wants to be rewarded huh?â
âMhm,â she nodded with a puppy dog eyes, her lips pouting at you.
You bit your lips at her being so cute and placed a kiss on her plump lips, âYou have to stop before I let you fuck me to every corner you've cleaned around here.â
The red head then blush at your blunt words, âThat's what I want,â she whined as she put her face back at your shoulder, embarrassingly admitting the reason why she wanted to help you around the house. And you just can't help but giggle and place a comforting kisses on the side of her face.
âPastaâs getting cold, letâs eat?â She offered weakly as she pull back after clinging from you for support after the lingering aftershocks of the orgasm you gave her.
âI don't think I'm hungry for food anymore, I just had my breakfast,â you said with a smirk written on your face. You wiped the remaining evidence of her from the side of your mouth, sucking your thumb clean with a satisfied expression.
Natashaâs gaze intensified, her eyes locked onto yours, in a swift second you yelped as she effortlessly lifted you onto the kitchen counter.Â
âWell, I haven't had mine, mama.âÂ
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It wouldâve been sweet if it couldâve been me
⥠Pairing: Bang Chan à fem!reader
⥠Genre: Single dad!Chan, friends to strangers to lovers
⥠CW: Explicit sexual content (minors dni!), mentions of parental guilt, themes of loneliness, Chan is stuck in the past, lying, mentions of feeling lost in life, story spans over a number of years, nipple play, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie
⥠Word count: 8.2k
⥠Synopsis: Being a single dad to Hyerin is all Chan has known for the past four years. He and his ex-girlfriend reached an agreement that saw her going off to live a life she had always dreamed of while he was left with a life of loneliness, which he endured with a smile on his face for his daughter. A small gleam of hope seems to appear in his life in the shape of you. But hiding himself under a haze of lies seems to be his only option if he ever wants to keep you.
⥠A/N: Based off a request by anon! Thank you for requesting, this was so much fun to write đ©· I will admit this is a lot more focused on Chan as a character than I originally wanted it to be, and I kinda went a bit crazy with the plot, but I hope you still like it! The song Chan sings to Hyerin is Little Star by Standing Egg đ
Every day in Chanâs life is a monotonous, never-ending cycle. Like watching reruns of bad TV shows on gloomy Sunday nights, every second of his past and upcoming days is etched into his mind like a quilt of mundane tasks and repetitive moments.
But that wasnât always the case.
Once, excitement filled his every waking moment. His weekends were a whirlwind of new places teeming with bustling crowds and unfamiliar faces who became fast friends. During his university years, he and his friends lived their lives with ardor, savoring every moment as if it could be their last. His days were filled with an array of unplanned parties and impromptu trips which brought a kaleidoscope of color to his life.
Until he met Dana.
He was about to graduate, and she swept into his life like a hurricane â flipping everything upside down before disappearing just as quickly, with only destruction and ashes remaining in her wake.
He was infatuated; she was bored. That was clear from the start, but Chan was too blinded by affection to be concerned with such a minute detail. So long as he got to have her by his side, he was happy. Their relationship lasted a year, yet it changed his life forever.
He was twenty-one when Dana announced her pregnancy. On his twenty-second birthday, she told him she didnât want to be a mother.
By that point in his life, Chan had already forsaken everything he had for her. He turned his back on his old friends, the vibrant life he once led, and everything that once made him who he was. Without Dana, he would be left with nothing but the ugly reflection of his self-destructive choices made in the name of a loveless love.
And so, they came to an agreement. Dana would leave â that had been her plan from the start, anyway â but she would leave Chan with a small piece of their story.
Hyerin was born on November 20th, 2019.
Dana left on a plane to New York City on December 1st.
Now, the only speck of color in his life is Hyerin. In the four years Chan has been lucky enough to be her dad, he has found she is much more than simply a reminder of Dana or what could have been between them. Hyerin is his entire world. She is the love heâs unknowingly been searching for his whole life, and he would sacrifice every last bit of himself to make sure she only ever knows happiness.
They live a quiet life, with Chan working a less-than-fulfilling corporate job and spending all his free time with her. He sometimes allows himself to wonder what happened to his old friends â did they all eventually settle for the mundanity of adult life, or are they still chasing an endless thrill? But he never dwells on it too much. The sweet memories of his early twenties are now nothing more than a comforting escape when the weight of loneliness becomes too overwhelming.
Today is one of those days. A late Friday night after his shift, Chan sprawled on his couch with Jisung, a co-worker who became his first friend after many years, a silly smile on his face as he reminisced about a trip to Jeju in his sophomore year of college. This is how he lives most of his life; when heâs not in the present with Hyerin, heâs stuck in the past.
How could he not be stuck in the past? So many people he loved and memories he cherished were there.
âI donât get how you just left all of that behind for someone,â Jisung scoffs, loosening his tie. âWhy couldnât she just join your group of friends?â
âItâs complicated,â Chan sighs, eyes wandering toward Hyerinâs bedroom door for the umpteenth time to make sure sheâs still sleeping soundly. When he turns to look back at Jisung, his expression prompts him to elaborate. âWhat? You want the whole story?â
Jisung shrugs. âItâs not like we have any other plans for tonight.â
âWell, there was this girl in my friend group. We hooked up a lot, but our relationship went beyond that,â Chan explains, fingers tapping his thighs as the memories flood his mind. It was a sore topic, one he certainly didnât enjoy remembering. âWe never dated, but Dana was jealous, and I couldnât blame her. Me and this girl were⊠very close. I couldnât be in a relationship while also being that close to her, but I also couldnât imagine us being only friends. So it was easier to walk away.â
Chan conveniently leaves out the fact that he walked away because an artificial love strangely provided solace for his heart, unlike the searing torment of unrequited love, which engulfed him like molten lava.
âAnd that was the last time you ever had that type of relationship with anyone?â
âWith Dana? Yeahââ
âHyung, you know what I mean. You told me yourself Dana didnât love you,â Jisung points out. âI mean this other girl.â
Chan shrugs dismissively. âI guess, yeah. Doesnât matter, though.â
And Jisung scoffs loudly at his words, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. Memories of that love flood Chanâs mind, and he's ready to let them sweep him away when Jisung abruptly turns so he sits facing him, resolve swimming in his eyes.
âGive me your phone,â his loud voice reverberates through the small apartment, prompting Chan to shush him with a stern look. âGive me your phone,â Jisung repeats himself with a harsh whisper.
Chan rolls his eyes but ultimately smiles at his friend. He retrieves his phone from the end table, handing it to a much too enthusiastic Jisung. âThe password is Hyerinâs birthday,â he tells him, albeit a bit apprehensive.
He watches amusedly as Jisung types away at his own phone before doing the same on his, handing him the device with a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
âWhat did you do, you little menace?â Chan questions the younger boy, narrowing his eyes. Jisung simply shrugs.
âI got you a date tomorrow. Thank me later.â
Chan immediately sits up on the couch, eyes darting toward his phone screen. A chat with a single message from him to an unknown contact makes him question his entire friendship with Jisung.
Me: Iâm your date for tomorrow đ Me: Oâneul restaurant, 6 pm. See you there, cutie
âJisung, what the fuck?â
âWhat?â His friend asks between giggles. âSora has this friend she said desperately needs a date, and I have you in the same situation,â he explains, clearly proud of himself. âI just did you both a favor while also getting boyfriend points.â
Chanâs eyes shift toward his phone once more, inwardly cringing at the messages with a heavy sigh.
âAnd was making me sound this creepy necessary?â
Jisung waves his hand dismissively. âNah, that was just a little treat for me.â
âAnd why the fuck is her name Mystery Girl?â Chan queries, the irritation making him unknowingly raise his voice.
âItâs a blind date,â his friend explains. âThis girlâs apparently super picky, kept turning down every guy Sora suggested. So, she came up with this solution. Canât turn you down if she doesnât know what you look like.â
Chan groans, ultimately sinking back onto the couch with a defeated sigh. Jisung was trying to be a good friend, he knew that, but he wasnât at all thrilled with the prospect of a date. Not only did he not want one, but he also had no time for such a futile thing. He had Hyerin, and she was the sole reason for his existence. He didnât need anyone meddling in their little world. But he didnât have the courage to tell Jisung that.
It would be a lie to say the past four years werenât lonesome. Falling asleep alone in a cold, empty bed was a sorrow he had simply grown numb to. Yet, he still yearned to have someone to share the grapples of routine life with, someone whose presence alone would effortlessly diminish his worries, someone he could make love to before falling asleep and waking up intertwined.
But he couldnât afford to have that.
At least this date was bound to fail; the womanâs demanding nature, coupled with Chanâs unwillingness to even be there in the first place sure to make their wasted time brief.
Just as heâs about to grumble about the messages again, Hyerin comes stumbling out of her room, her small feet shuffling against the floor as she rubs her sleepy eyes.
âOh, honey, were we being too loud?â Chan asks sweetly, and his eyes discreetly shoot daggers at Jisung, who mouths an apology.
Hyerin firmly shakes her head, the crooked pigtails Chan clumsily had tied this morning coming undone as she does so. He smiles at her, propping his elbows on his knees and waiting for her to speak her little mind.
âI had a dream,â she mumbles. âWith a dragon.â
Chan gasps, hands wrapping around her tiny frame and picking her up before walking toward her room. It took him some time, but he ultimately learned that itâs best to ease her back into bed while sheâs distracted, lest she throws a tantrum.
âAnd was it a nice dragon?â He asks. Hyerin giggles, and Chan is positive that the sound has the power to light up even his most somber days.
âOf course it was a nice dragon, daddy,â she tells him. âYou said I only have nice dreams âcause my mind is pretty, remember?â
Chan nods as he gently tucks her back into bed, triple-checking that she is comfortable and warm. âOf course, of course. How could I forget?â He slaps a hand on his forehead with a sigh. âHyerinnie has the prettiest mind. It can only make up pretty things.â
Hyerin smiles at him, tugging her blanket close to her chin, her doe eyes already heavy with sleep and blinking languidly. Chan asks her the same question he does every night, although the answer remains unchanging every time: would she like him to sing to her? She drowsily tells him she wants to hear him sing her favorite song, Little Star.
Chan promptly gets under the covers beside her â Hyerin pouting and whining about how heâs stealing her blanket for himself, to which he canât help the hearty laugh that escapes his lips. Since turning four, sheâs developed quite a strong personality that Chan soon finds he adores, much like everything about her.
He turns on his side to watch her features as he sings; her nose and mouth so similar to his, and the way she furrows her brows while falling asleep mirrors his own habits. Chan might not be a happy man in his job or his personal life, but the boundless happiness his little gift provides him surpasses anything else he could wish for. Every now and then, he finds himself wanting more, but itâs not long before he realizes he already has everything he needs.
Chan goes over his rather extensive list of how to care for Hyerin with Jisung for the tenth time that evening, making sure the younger man knows what to do in any situation that could arise in the couple hours heâll be gone. Hyerin is the one to usher him out of the apartment, assuring him sheâll be fine with her uncle Han, and Chan has to stop himself from wallowing over the fact that his once tiny baby is rapidly blossoming into a young kid.
He made no real effort to dress for his date; a simple button-up shirt and jeans served him just fine, seeing as he plans to return home as soon as possible. His date and he havenât talked much at all since his initial texts yesterday, texting each other only to confirm the time and place of their basically forced date.
He arrives fifteen minutes late, all but running from the bus stop to the restaurant while cursing Jisung under his breath. This was definitely not worth the hassle, and Chan wanted nothing more than to be back at home with his daughter. Heâd pick watching Tangled with her for the hundredth time over an unwanted date in a heartbeat.
Chan finally walks into the restaurant, informing the waiter that heâs there to meet Cherry. His face visibly grimaces as he mutters the words. Fuck this blind date bullshit.
Heâs led to his table, dragging his feet behind the waiter. His attention is immediately drawn to the pencil holding his dateâs messy ponytail together. He chuckles quietly, circling around the table and forcing out a smile to introduce himself.
But then heâs met with a sight he had long given up hope of ever seeing again: you.
You, who were next to him as he made stupid decisions during college. Like when he drunkenly thought it wise to bet his laptop in a game of beer pong.
You, who always made him your special hangover soup after a party. He especially loved it when you let him keep the leftovers, knowing that he and his roommate were hopeless in the kitchen.
You, who filled the space in his cold sheets with warmth and always made his bed feel like a sanctuary.
You, who let him make love to you despite you both swearing to be only friends.
You, who later had to watch him walk away from you like a coward, driven by sheer fear.
You, staring back at him with a stunned look on your face.
âChan?â You ask, an unsure lilt to your words.
And Chan embarrassingly fumbles over his words, his tongue tying itself into knots in front of you. He notices you pursing your lips to stop from giggling and clears his throat a bit too loudly, a few patrons turning their heads to look at him. But he canât bring himself to care, not when it seems the universe has turned the wheels of his fate in his favor for once.
âUh, hi,â is all his brain can muster among the jumble of thoughts inside his head. He mentally berates himself for acting so damn awkward when youâre clearly not as affected by this encounter as he is.
âDamn, itâs been so long,â you marvel, eyes not leaving his face for a second. âI thought you moved to a different country or something. Itâs so strange how we never ran into each other.â
Chan forces out a chuckle, hands now fiddling with the menu on the table. Of course you two never ran into each other; he only ever leaves the house for work or when he has to accompany Hyerin, and he doubts you frequent playgrounds or zoos.
âYeah, I⊠donât go out much anymore,â he simply says.
You hum, and he properly takes in your appearance. You havenât changed one bit; from your hair to your choice of clothes, youâre still the same girl who ruled over his every thought during college.
You two order your food and fall into an infuriating cycle of small talk. Chan doesnât want to talk about the weather or if you have seen the latest movie yet â heâs desperate to ask you how youâve been, if you ever pursued your dreams, if you can still outdrink anyone in your friend group, andâ
And if youâre still single because you find relationships a hassle.
But as the food arrives, you fall into an even more frustrating cycle: silence. Chan feels restless, squirming in his seat every few minutes while you calmly eat and watch the people around you. He remembers your habit of scanning crowded rooms and making up stories for strangers with your vivid imagination. He wants to ask if you still do that, but it seems heâs only grown into more of a coward since your last encounter.
Youâre the first to break the silence, waiting for the waiter to leave with your plates to ask what Chan has been doing since graduating. Itâs a casual question with no weight to your words, as lighthearted as you have always been. And the complete opposite of his every possible answer.
How can he tell you heâs given up music altogether, now surrounded by gray walls and lifeless faces in his corporate job? How can he tell you heâs alone most of the time, partly by choice and partly because he doesnât know how to dig himself out of this comfortable hole heâs trapped himself in?
How can he possibly explain that he agreed to be a single father, sacrificing his own happiness for the selfish whims of a woman who never even loved him?
Youâre still the same; the same carefree eyes and attitude, same easygoing approach to everything life throws your way â such as meeting him again after years.
All of him has changed.
Chan canât tarnish your colorful life, canât sit before you and spill out his problems or grumble about the overwhelming loneliness in his life when he knows damn well that was a consequence of his own choices.
He wants nothing more than to be the same Chan he was in college. Creating life stories for strangers in dive bars with you, not caring about whether heâll have enough money to pay the water bill next month, not having to bear the burden of something as precious as a human life depending solely on him.
Itâs selfish, but he wants nothing more than to go back.
So he does.
âI actually still write songs, though itâs only a freelance thing,â he lies. He hasnât written a single note in years. âOther than that, Iâve just been taking it day by day. Same as Iâve always done, I guess.â
And your eyes immediately light up â youâve always loved his songs, after all. Your conversation flows much like it used to in the past after that, with you making witty jokes and Chan laughing loudly at them. You tell him you started working as an art teacher for the elderly when living off of commissions became impossible, and that you adore the stories they share about their younger years. They remind you of your own stories together, you admit with a genuine smile.
Your conversation is endless, continuing even as Chan walks you to your car in the empty parking lot. The night has grown colder, and the crescent moon gleaming in the sky above him almost feels like a sign that things will change for the better.
As you two stand in front of your car, a smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Ever the free soul, you ask him outright if he would like to come back to your place. There are no further implications hidden in your request beyond a hookup. Nothingâs ever heavy with you, every little thing always feeling light as a feather.
He says he would love to, but quickly excuses himself under the guise of calling his roommate about the spare key. Chan hurriedly calls Jisung as soon as he turns a corner in the parking lot, ensuring you wonât be able to hear him. Itâs juvenile, the way heâs actually taking pleasure in almost creating a different version of himself â a version much closer to who he was when you were his, at least in some sense of the word. Heâs a father, he should be responsible and dependable, but the weight of that role had been thrust upon him far too abruptly. He canât be faulted for wanting to go back in time.
âOkay, I have no time to explain,â he blurts out as soon as Jisung picks up the phone. âWould it be too much to ask you to stay the night?â
Jisung chuckles at the other end of the line. âDamn, was the date that good?â
Chan ignores his sly comment, because yes, the date was everything he never thought it could be.
âIâll be back first thing in the morning,â he assures him. âIâll even pay you if you want. How muchââ
âHey, no need for that,â Jisung cuts him off. âYou know I love looking after Hyerin.â
And the pang of guilt inside his chest at the mention of his daughterâs name almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He feels ashamed, as if heâs neglecting his daughter for a hookup, going after a fantasy that has long crumbled and faded away.
âHow is she? Is she okay?â He asks, guilt washing over him like a wave. He hadnât thought of his daughter for a second that entire night. âDid she cry at all? Did she notice I was gone for longer than I promised?â
Jisung calls out his name with a chuckle, prompting him to stop his rambling. âRelax. We painted each otherâs nails, she did my makeup, had her dinner, and is now sleeping soundly after listening to another one of uncle Hanâs phenomenal stories about frogs,â He details, causing a hearty laugh to fall from Chanâs lips at the image of Jisungâs face painted with Hyerinâs cheap childrenâs makeup. His friend then adds, âGo get laid, man.â
And so Chan hangs up the phone, all but running toward your figure waiting by your car. You smile at him, taking his hand and pulling him into a tight embrace. Itâs the first time he holds you in almost five years, and he feels his dull world away from Hyerin slowly fill up with vibrant hues.
It takes you less than fifteen minutes to reach your apartment building, and Chan is thanking any higher power that might listen for that. The sheer anticipation of what is implied to happen once you two are alone together has him picking at his cuticles until it stings.
Heâs nervous, to put it lightly. A couple of terrible drunken hookups in dingy motels after office gatherings were his only sexual encounters after Hyerin was born.
But once youâre standing in front of him in your living room, your eyes never leaving his even as youâre slipping off your heels, Chan knows youâre both equals in this playing field.Â
Heâs the one to pull you into a kiss, lips barely grazing against yours. But the feeling of finally kissing you again after so many years was like wildfire, consuming him wholly until the kiss turns feverish. His hand travels from your shoulders to your lower back, pulling you flush against his body. You hum against his lips, fingers clumsily undoing his buckle, and the prospect that you might be as eager as he is has him gripping the fabric of your dress.
Chan swears his vision goes black the moment your fingertips brush against his hardening erection, the feathery touch enough to make him sigh into your mouth.
A hand is pressed to his chest before he has the chance to think, and youâre pushing him backward until his back meets the wall. You immediately drop to your knees in front of him, leaning forward and nuzzling your face against his clothed cock.
âI missed you,â you whisper, hungry eyes looking up at him. âDonât think I got to say that.â
Chan takes in the sight of you, memorizing and storing it in his mind alongside the countless images he already had of you on his knees for him. His fingers thread in your hair, your lips falling open with a sigh.
âI missed you too,â he professes. You have no idea how much.
With a smile, you quickly work his zipper open, pulling his jeans down his legs and pressing a wet kiss to his clothed erection. Chan feels your tongue lap at his member through his boxers, lips sucking around the head as your nails scrape the flesh of his thighs lightly.
It feels like you mouth at his length for hours, the light gray fabric of his boxers stained with your saliva and his precum, leaving Chan panting and tugging at your hair. You trail soft, wet kisses down his thigh while pushing his boxers out of your way, his cock already swollen and flushed. Heâd be embarrassed for the way his body reacted so responsively to you if you werenât also visibly as affected.
Your tongue circles his length languidly, lapping at a small bead of precum with a hum. Finally wrapping your lips around his tip, your tongue flicks teasingly beneath the head of his cock, Chan sucking in a deep breath and using his grip on your hair as leverage to pull you toward him. You almost obediently drop your jaw to slide his now fully hardened length into your mouth, your hand wrapping around the base as you begin to bob your head up and down his cock. Chan hisses your name when you relax your throat after a few passes, taking him fully into your pretty mouth, your nose brushing his pelvis.
âFuck, you always looked so pretty like that,â Chan chokes out. âPretty lips taking me so well.â
You groan at his words and the vibrations traveling along his shaft have Chan growling with a harsh tug of your hair, causing you to sputter as his cock hit the back of your throat. You seek purchase in his hips as tears prick the corner of your eyes. Youâre unrelenting nonetheless, circling your tongue around him before pulling away, hands now sliding up his thigh before gently gliding over his balls. As you slowly lick from the base of his shaft all the way up to the sensitive tip, Chanâs gaze shifts down as he catches a glimpse of your thighs rubbing together. He feels himself twitch, and immediately pulls you away from him.
âDonât wanna come like this, I need to fuck you,â he rasps out.
You stand back up, legs wobbly, and fumble with the buttons of his shirt while he slides your dress down your shoulders. Your movements are messy and filled with urgency, your breaths quickening as you both want nothing more than to strip away any form of barrier between you. Piling up five years of yearning will do that.
As your impatience reaches its peak, you tear open the last remaining buttons of his shirt, your nails grazing his skin as you slide the fabric down his shoulders. A wave of goosebumps travels across Chanâs body, and his hands abandon the task of removing your dress in favor of tracing the curve of your ass before picking you up off the floor.
âFirst door on the right,â you tell him, your words answering his unspoken thoughts as if you could read his mind. Chan nods, your proximity making it impossible for him not to press his lips to yours, tongue sliding over your bottom lip before licking into your mouth with a low hum.
He collides with a wall, missing the entrance to your bedroom by a hairâs breadth, and you giggle against his lips. Chan smiles back. Nothingâs ever heavy with you.
He lowers you onto the bed gently, his body instinctively slotting between your spread legs the way he did so many times before. You soon also wrap your thighs around his waist as you always did, pulling him closer until his cock is pressed up against your clothed pussy.
âWanna ride you,â you tell him, grinding your hips forward and eliciting a quiet moan from Chanâs lips as he hastily nods. With a tight grip on your waist, he flips you both effortlessly.
Promptly sitting up on his thighs, you finally rid yourself of the inconvenient fabric of your dress, followed by your bra, your nipples instantly hardening. Chan sits up, eyes transfixed on your chest as his calloused thumbs trace the nubs before his lips circle around one, sucking harshly. As you gently roll your hips, he can feel the way your soaked panties cling to his skin as your core presses up against his thigh.
Your fingers tangle in his hair with a whimper, pushing his face into your breasts as he bites the sensitive skin. His lips leave your nipples with a wet sound, then trailing kisses up the column of your neck until his gaze is locked on yours again. He was dying to mark you, bite and suck on your skin until it blossomed into a beautiful maroon â but he knew better. You werenât twenty anymore, and you werenât his; in no sense of the word.
âIâm on the pill,â you tell him, eyes heavy with lust.
And he knows this is a terrible idea. This was exactly how he came to be a father.
But itâs not his mind thatâs doing the thinking, and so he nods, his grip on your hips tightening as you pull your soaked panties to the side just enough to slide the swollen tip of his cock against your slick folds. Chan sucks in a breath, fighting a war against his own body not to come from this feeling alone. It wasnât just how long it had been since he was with someone, it was you. It was all you. The effect you had always had on him having never faded, simply laying dormant until his body had you again.
Chan rests his forehead on yours as you slowly sink down on his length. His lips find your neck again, gently sucking the skin into his mouth as you slowly grind down on him, a whine falling from your lips and going straight to his cock. His hips buck up unwittingly, causing you to moan loudly in his ears. But your slow pace remains, and Chan knows he should savor this moment, but he wants nothing more than to fuck you into the mattress until he forgets every minor issue aggravating his brain.
Such as the fact that he knows you will leave his life again the second you find out he lied to you.
So his hands find your waist and he flips you down onto the mattress once more. His eyes bore into you as you suck in a breath.
âFuck me,â you plead, hips grinding into his cock again. âI want it, pleaseââ
Chan doesnât waste another second, retreating only to plunge back harshly into your cunt. He moves with deep strokes, hips falling into an erratic rhythm, your nails digging into his back as your thighs clenched around his waist. All he can hear is static and your choked moans as he presses you into the mattress.
âMissed this so fucking much,â he groans against your ear. And finally succumbing to his desires, he bends down to suck and nibble on the delicate skin of your neck, mind too focused on how your walls squeeze around him to worry about marking you. He laps at the small bruises he leaves behind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you mewl.
You roll your hips, matching his rhythm, and Chan feels a familiar heat rise within him. He reaches down to glide small circles around your clit, your body jolting and squirming. He absentmindedly smiles against your skin.
After an entire night of pretending his life was the same as it was five years ago, fucking you required no acting.
âItâs too much, fuck,â you whimper, tugging him by the hair until your lips are crashing together in a sloppy kiss. Your walls tighten around him, body clenching as the tension finally snaps, your orgasm coursing through your shaking body as Chan growls into your parted lips.
He keeps fucking into you, until his hips meet yours one last time, and a low groan reverberates through the room. His cock twitches inside of you as his body stills, filling you with his warm release which leaked out of you and onto your sheets as he pulled out with a sigh.
Chan throws himself onto the mattress, labored breaths leaving his heavy lungs. He pulls you into his arms, and you melt into his embrace as if it were a habit. Itâs as though heâs gone back in time, even if temporarily.
He feels like heâs simply a guy making love with the girl he adores in the familiar comfort of his dorm room again.
When the first rays of sunlight seeped into your room, Chan was already awake. He watched as you slept, eyelids fluttering and a small smile adorning your lips.
It was as if you were his, in every sense of the word.
Guilt.
Thatâs what Chan feels every time he sees Hyerinâs laughing face on his phoneâs wallpaper when heâs out, entertaining the silly lie he crafted.
Itâs been two months since you reconnected and you effortlessly slipped him back into your life. The reunion with his old friends was expected â but Chan dreaded it, regardless. He found that out of the nine people that once comprised their group, only five remained. He wasnât the only one who had gone his own way.
But he was the only one who had done it in the worst way possible, carelessly ghosting every single one of them, hoping his existence gradually faded from their memories.
That made facing his once best friend frightening. Minho was the first friend he made on the very first day of university, when Chan walked into his dorm room only to find he had snuck his cat into the building.
They were roommates for two years, and best friends for four. Chan complained loudly when he was assigned a new roommate. Minho was silent as he watched his best friend turn his back on him with no explanation.
Minho initially ignored him entirely, and Chan doesnât fault him. When his vibrant face turned cold upon seeing him walk into a bar, Chan knew he earned that the moment he decided to ignore his friendâs every text message and phone call. When Minho made backhanded remarks about how nice it felt to have him back in their group, he knew he deserved it for not answering the door the only time his friend came looking for him.
It takes a drunken argument leading to a fist colliding with Chanâs cheek for Minho to finally address him. It takes them being escorted out of the bar by security for them to finally have a conversation, tears and resentment flowing freely as they sat at a bus stop late at night. After that, their friendship returned to what it was before, as if they had never been apart even for a second.
Despite the years and the changes, Minho was still his best friend â which was why he was the only person he came clean to.
Hyerin loved Minho, especially his cats. Her new favorite pastime quickly became going over to his house to play with her new âfriendsâ, as she called them. And Chan was overwhelmed with happiness to witness his best friend falling under his daughterâs spell â his house now containing its very own box filled with every toy Hyerin mentioned even once, his kitchen stocked with all her favorite foods, and his cats falling asleep beside her anytime they came over to visit.
It was as if he was watching his two worlds collide. His past and present, which he had separated out of a senseless fear, intertwined so effortlessly it made him feel stupid for ever thinking he needed to build this barrier. For assuming the people he loved so much would reject him.
Made him feel even worse for walking away in a futile attempt to protect his feelings, because it only resulted in more hurt.
After so much of his time spent wondering, Chan finally has the answer to his questions. Some of his friends did settle for an ordinary adult life, some already married and some focusing their energy solely on climbing the corporate ladder. Still, some remained relatively unchanged â much like you did.
His social life blossomed again after reconnecting with his old friends. However, he still refused to hire a nanny, too fearful to leave Hyerin to a strangerâs care, resulting in constantly having to come up with excuses when his parents arenât able to babysit. He wonât deny that he often fabricated these lies purely because staying in with his daughter and watching Tangled now outweighs any appeal of noisy nightclubs.
Jisung remained his salvation whenever he wanted to spend the night at your place, with Chan slowly but surely running out of reasons as to why you canât go to his apartment for a change. He hasnât had the heart or the courage to tell you the entire truth yet, only owning up to his lie about his job after you understandably asked him to listen to his new music and he was put on the spot.
Ever since you walked back into his life, he finds himself weaving a web of little white lies that slowly chip away at his heart.
Heâs at a small gathering for his friendâs birthday, listening to Minho all but eulogize his fiancee. They have been a couple since university, Chan playing the wingman and encouraging his friend to finally do something about his crush (mostly because he couldnât handle any more of Minhoâs whining before going to sleep). Despite what everyone around them surmised, they beat all the odds and statistics and stayed together even after university. Chan would be happier about that if he hadnât bet money on them breaking up before graduation. He wonders if Hongjoong will ask for his twenty bucks now that theyâre friends again.Â
âNo, really, settling down with someone is so good,â Minho says after another shot of Soju, a silly smile etched onto his lips. âI thought I would hate it, yïżœïżœknow? Thought slapping such a significant title on our relationship would wear it down, but itâs the complete opposite. Ever since she proposed, itâs like weâre two love-struck nineteen-year-olds again.â
Chan smiles, saying they should drink to that purely because he hopes the sensation of alcohol burning his throat will numb his overwhelming jealousy. After congratulating Minho for the umpteenth time, he finds himself listening to yet another story about his relationship.
And heâs happy for Minho, just as much as heâs happy for Wonwoo for getting married last year. He couldnât express the overwhelming joy he felt upon discovering these people, who once meant so much to him, had successfully navigated their way through life. But envy rears its ugly head every time he listens to one of their stories, because Chanâs direction in life seems to be a winding road. Heâs a father, and his love for Hyerin is immeasurable, but heâs still actively lying about this side of him simply because he feels as if maybe he made the right choices in life at the worst possible time.
As heâs walking out of Hongjoongâs apartment with you later that night, he wraps an arm around your waist, a smile spreading across his face when you nestle closer to him. You two discuss Wonwooâs marriage, with you talking about how beautiful the ceremony was, but ultimately scowling at the mere thought of getting married. Chan feels the corner of his heart crack at your words, but he laughs it off.
âDo you think he wants kids?â he wonders aloud.
He expects you to laugh at his sudden curiosity. He doesnât expect you to dig at the fissure in his heart with your words, causing it to shatter completely.
âGosh, itâd be so weird to see.â You cringe, snuggling deeper into his arms as a chilly breeze brushes against you two. âI like kids, but Iâd never have them myself. Feel like itâd kinda ruin my life.â
Chan feels his grip on your waist loosen.
âHaving kids doesnât ruin your life,â he reasons. âYouâre given the chance to care for something so precious, so important to this worldâŠâ he trails off, shaking his head and taking a step away from you. It feels as if exasperation has filled his entire being. âYou look into their eyes and see yourself, and itâsâ the love you feel when you first see them is so pure and earth-shattering that you canât think of anything but how to make that tiny being only experience the good in the world. It doesnât ruin your life.â
You eye him with confusion, cocking your head to the side and huffing out a laugh. âYou talk like you know what thatâs like. If you ever have kids one day, then youâll knowââ
âBut I do know,â heâs yelling before he can stop himself, his footsteps coming to a halt. âI know because I have that. I have that and itâs the most precious thing in my life and yet Iâve been taking it for granted. And for what?â
He scoffs bitterly, his gaze fixing on your features; your flushed cheeks and slightly smudged lipstick, the way your puzzled eyes gleam under the moonlight. He shakes his head.Â
âFor childish illusions. The illusion that I could go back in time if I pretended hard enough, the illusion that this romanticized idea I have of my early twenties was superior to the life I have now,â Chan lets out a heavy breath, averting his gaze to the pavement. âThe illusion that I could ever have you.â
âSo itâs my fault you chose to lie about being a dad?â You blurt out.
He doesnât lift his head. He canât, the burden of guilt and shame weighing too heavily on his shoulders for him to face you.
âItâs my fault. You were simply the catalyst.â
âWhat do you even mean?â
âI mean Iâve always felt this way,â he exasperates, finally lifting his head but keeping his gaze anywhere but on you. Heâs a coward. âIâve always felt like maybe I was too young to be a dad, too immature to fully understand the consequences of the choices I made. I donât regret my daughter, but I certainly regret the timing, and this haunts me every day. Meeting you again just made these feelings worse because you represent everything about my past that I no longer have.â
You remain quiet for a beat, but it feels like an eternity as Chan is forced to endure the deafening ring of your silence.
When you finally speak, your voice is unsteady. âYou know, thatâs why I always figured it was for the best that you left.â
âWhat?â Chan turns his gaze toward your face at last, your words stomping on his scattered heart one last time. He expects anger, but sorrow has taken over your expression, one so heavy he doesnât recall a single moment in the years heâs known you where heâs seen you like this.
âYou were always like this, Chan. You might think you were a different person back then, but you said it yourself,â you shrug with a sullen chuckle. âItâs only an illusion.â
He hums, nodding his head as it dawns on him. âYou were never gonna be mine, were you? No matter what I did. I lied to you because I thought you would never want someone like who I am today. But I guess that was all in vain, âcause Iâve always been like this.â
âYou always talked about getting married, settling down, having kids.â As you run a hand through your hair, an exasperated sigh falls from your lips. âYou went along with our bullshit, but even back then, you were always like the dad of our group. This has always been you, Chan, but thatâs not a bad thing. Donât think you need to change or lie about who you are âcause youâre the most amazing man Iâve ever met, butâŠâ
He scoffs. âBut?â
âBut weâre too different. Weâve always been. Weâre great together in every way but the way you want us to be â the way I would love for us to be as well,â you simply say, offering him a smile that doesnât quite reach your eyes.
âAnd would it kill you if we tried? âCause this unfulfilled hope has been killing me since I first fell in love with you.â
âWhatâs her name?â You simply ask, avoiding his question altogether. Chan furrows his brows. âYour daughter, whatâs her name?â
He shifts on his feet. âHyerin.â
âI hope she knows how lucky she is to have you as a dad.â
Chan shakes his head. âIâm far from the perfect father.â
âGood,â you state matter-of-factly. âPerfect wouldnât be you.â
You fall into a much lighter silence, although itâs still far from comfortable. A swarm of questions fills Chanâs mind, but his words fade into silence and die on his lips.
He knows everything is over when you suck in a sharp breath, muttering, âI canât be what you need. When love becomes too serious, I feel trapped and run away. You know what thatâs like,â you trail off. âI know we loved each other back then, and I know I still love you now, but I think itâs my turn to walk away. Iâm sorry, Chan.â
And just like that, heâs left to watch your figure slowly grow smaller and smaller as you fade into the dimly lit street. You donât reprimand him for lying or question if he also loves you still. You donât explain why you canât make an effort, probably because youâre unsure of the answer yourself. It turns out you both remained unchanged.
And after all this time, itâs only then that Chan realizes you were always just as lost as he was.
Chan didnât allow himself to think much about you since he watched you walk away that night. He missed you often, as he had done for so long before your last encounter, but he had long grown numb to that feeling.
In the two years he was apart from you for the second time, he learned that life isnât black or white. He could be a father while also being his own person; a son, a friend, a boyfriend. He learned that prioritizing Hyerin didnât mean neglecting himself, as that would negatively impact her as well. She couldnât only know happiness if her father was always dripping with sadness.
He learned he doesnât have to choose between who he is now and who he was at twenty years old; they were both him, with certain moments bringing out glimpses of one or the other.
Hyerin started elementary school and is blossoming into a caring little girl, no longer needing Chan to tie her pigtails in the morning or remind her to brush her teeth before bed. Although she still demands that they maintain their nightly routine of lying together until she falls asleep to the sound of his voice singing her favorite song.
During his first parent-teacher conference â after walking into the classroom fifteen minutes late â heâs stunned to see you sitting across from him yet again, a pencil holding up your ponytail the same way it did that night at the restaurant. He couldnât help the smile that spread on his lips.
You were Hyerinâs teacher. He recalled picking her up after her first day of school and listening to her gush over the art teacher who was so pretty and nice, and talking about how she wanted to be like her when she grows up.
It felt as if you were destined to find each other every time one of you chose to walk away.
Your friendship picked up again slowly this time â no rushing into bed together and no rushing into long overdue serious conversations. They had already been avoided for years, anyway, they could wait a bit longer. This is exactly what you needed; patience. Chan had never had the patience to wait for you, while you never had the patience to understand your own feelings.
Itâs been ten months now, and heâs yet again sitting before you. The teachers and parents converse around you both as you sit in silence. When you think no one is watching, you exchange glances, struggling to suppress the silly smiles that insist on spreading across your faces.
As people leave the room one by one after the meeting, Chan approaches you.
âYouâre Bang Hyerinâs father, correct?â You speak with a grin.
âCorrect.â
âSheâs an amazing kid,â you tell him.
He smiles, shifting his gaze toward his feet before his eyes find yours again as you speak.
âWe could grab a coffee this weekend.â
This time, there are further implications hidden in your request. Youâre not asking as a friend, like youâve been doing these past months. Some things are heavy with you now, and this is something heâs only recently come to find. Heâs also come to find that he loves that change.
So he answers, âSure. Tomorrow at three?â
âThen Iâm your date for tomorrow,â you say with a giggle. âSee you there, cutie.â
And Chan lets out a hearty laugh at that, which earns him a scolding look from the other teachers in the room.
He isnât sure what will come of this. Maybe you two are better off as friends and all it will take is a couple of months to figure that out. Maybe time has changed you both more than he can understand, and you will finally be able to try something real after all these years of unfulfilled hopes and childish illusions.
Either way, Chan knows he wonât let go of you this time.
He wants you to be his, in any sense of the word.
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content: fluff, kinda silce of life, company party, mutual pining, alcohol mentioned, bestie Jimin is a wingman for em, smoking together, some cutesy kissing, Jk speaking in satoori mentioned
note from cherry: IÂŽm tired of writing smut so hereÂŽs this request without smut.. sorry cloud anonie! ily!!!!,,,,this might get a pt2 if you guys want!!
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This is the best night youÂŽve had for a while. A tight, rather modest cream dress, hours spend on that flowy blowout and natural, brown toned make up all sum up the immediate glow radiating from your figure- glowing, for what seems to be the first time after ending that draining relationship.
Wooyoung was a good guy in the beginning. A gentleman inside the crowd modern day Elvis's, someone who did all the smooth talking, picking you up with a boquet and your favorite food, someone who would have bought you the moon if you asked him too.
Similar to how prominent and illuminated tonights moon hangs up so high in the sky, his love dim, not necessarily bright or precisely large- nonetheless, still it felt as thought he was the single source of hope in a darkness you grew comfortable in,
Wooyoungs love never felt raw- like love. apart from there being small muffled butterflies inside your stomach, there was nothing that exceeded any and all expectations you had set, nothing that breached the occasional warmth in your heart when he had once again bought the same boquet.
You had simply swallowed that down, accepting that the hunger you've been yearning for must be yet another illusion that TV has instilled in the minds of vulnerable women, longing for betterment within their limits of fulfilment
Soon enough, even that small light suffocated in your tight hold, you find out that asking for him to stay respectful and loyal seemed to have been too much. He couldnÂŽt keep his promises and when he stopped being present, it only took so much to figure out why.
"Another glass?" he raises his eyebrow, leaning the grey colored, suited body of his against the counter,
you throw back half the glass of champagne, the third one this past hour. Arguably, too much in too little time for a coorprate work party held for networking,
"yes Jimin, i swear IÂŽll stop after this one" the city lights twinkle from below- from this 12th floor panorama window, even the biggest cars and buildings look small, people become anonymous figures, they loose their character,
become insignificant.
"youÂŽre lying through your teeth" the blonde coworker says, Jimin could read you like a book; from coworkers to friends and quickly, there was nothing too personal to share with him.
His bright smile could never make you get too mad at him when he reported back all of his drunken mistakes and hook ups,
Alcohol brings out the best in people,
and the worst out of the good people
your head turns back to him, leaving the city to continue behind you,
"I know, i just need to breathe a bit"
"with workplace booze? come on"
his chuckle lights up the mood a little bit, "okay, just donÂŽt embarrass us" he says, patting your back as if to reassure his statement
you promise him not to, moving a strand to the side of your face as he gives you a half smile, wandering off to what you presume to be the buffet.
While staring at your chrome nails tapping away at the small glass, the loud chattering from around you fades out briefly, almost as if everyone had completely gone silent,
thats when you spot him; another star emerges,
another radiant glow, you could see him clearer than any other person around, not because heÂŽs tall- broad shoulders and parted, short hair peeking out from the people around- no, he shone like no other
Blurred out the countless voices and handsome faces that thralled around him, almost as if his presence screamed of his arrival, announcing himself as a starlight without even catching a tone of his voice- a glimmer of how he would pronounce your name,
No knowledge of his own unique one, in a strange way, he tugs at something wihin you- a spot you had only discovered now, as if you had met him in a past life or, rather as if you were supposed to see him
JungkookÂŽs breath gets choked up within his throat,
almost as if the collegues around all parted to make way for you- to reveal your purity, your radiance to him, his eyes land on you like fate,
it must have been fate, seeing you smile slightly with that glass in your hand, before turning your head back to the panorama window,
he watches your bouncy hair move in slow motion, the glitter on your dress sparkles under the warm, dim light of the confrence room,
The curves of your face resonate with him like a painting you see in a museum, only that you had known that painting before- you'd seen it, this being the first you could feel it, feel its vibrant colors meet your eyes in a fight of admiration and anxiety
"wow" his best mate whispers, hitting him in the side with his elbow,
suddenly, everything returns to normal, humans clouding the line of sight to what he must have deemed an angel, he almost sighs in disappointment, still, your glow reflects on the ceiling, disappearing as you also get lost within the crowd yourself, hiding behind the facade of a regular office worker
"what?" he speaks, turning his attention back on his friend who has an impressed smile clutching the contoures of his face,
"what? dude, you were literally standing here with your jaw on the floor"
Jungkook rolls his eyes, "at least i had my eyes on her face you asshole"
Taehyung makes a face that resembles the expression "fair enough", looking between the huddle of people to try and spot you once more,
To no avail, in fact, he wouldn't have been able to, given you had slipped off right away, fetching for another glass of champagne and your emotional support blonde
Despite the chatter that swallows any small sound not relate to business, you can hear your heels clicking around frantically, thinking for any reason to get out of the room with him, any excuse you could deem plausible, until you end up on something that is undeniably so ordinary, it might even be true
In dire need of a whim of fresh air- a cooling breeze on your skin and definitely, in much more predictable nature, in dire need of a cigarette, you attempt to find him, ask him for a quick smoke break before resuming to the party
When you do find Jimin,it seems somebody familiar also did
Somebody who shouldn't feel magnetic, forcefully pulling you into their space,
Jimin's eye smile upon seeing you catches the two men around him off guard, whipping their heads to your direction swiftly,
his eyes land on yours, you can barely make out jimin's arm extending to wave in slow motion, as your eyes become chained to his,
His gaze becomes devoted to you, with every mindless step you take forward, it feeds he look in his eyes, strengthens the chain you've tangled yourself in with
"hey, where have you been y/n?" he asks, smacking your shoulder in an very unprofessional attempt to make your guy's relationship clear,
Jimin wasn't stupid, even he could feel how tense it had gotten,
"Y/n? Thats a pretty name"
You weren't supposed to know how he pronounces your name, he was destined to stay a fantasy,
"Thank you..?"
"Jungkook"
"you're the one with the nice name, Jungkook"
effortlessly, the syllables of his name roll of your tongue,
It send shivers to his body, jimin's eyes are burning a whole through the side of your face and you know it- you know he's aware how much this wasn't planned-
You weren't supposed to feel attraction like this, not to the intensity that ever movie you had seen creeped back up in a matter of seconds, instantly resuming that hopeful flame to burn once more, igniting not only fear- but need
Your eyes avert to the man in the black suit next to him,
"And your name?"
Jungkook's eyes still haven't left yours, awaiting their turn patiently, a lump in his throat grabbing at all rationality, begging for a chance to speak his mind- tell you that you're an angel- one he must have, must hold
For some strange reason,
Even though jungkook swore love was for the books, not for people like him
And even though a couple minutes of anyone's presence is far too little to utter the word love in the first place, he also knew it was inescapable the second you had granted him a smile
"Taehyung" he answers, sliding his hands into his pockets
"You're from wonder group right?" Jimin asks, returning the conversation back to the nuisance that your lame 9-5 is,
The two guys hum, Jungkook reponds first,
"Yeah. Came here because we were invited by the manager of your media department"
"Well, actually not we specifically were invited, everyone was" Taehyung chimes in,
"Media department? Thats.."
"Me. Wow, what a coincidence"
you freeze after your last statement - thinking foolishly, that meeting him maybe was supposed to happen - maybe when your fingers tiredly typed away at the keyboard when sending your invitation, you had to have laced it with a spell
It confirms what he had thought upon seeing your glow in the crowd of dull faces and grey tints,
Fate, you must be his fate
Jimin taps away at the wine glass in his hand, one you haven't caught notice of since your eyes had been occupied by someone who stood closer than a stranger should feel comfortable with,
In a desperate attempt to do something- anything about this encounter, you shoot jimin a look, a look that says help me, rescue me
"Do you smoke?" he asks, earning a nod from your mysterious soulmate and a very serious "nah" from his friend,
breathless, you manage to let out a small hum
"Let's go for one, tae are you good with waiting here a bit man?" Jungkook suggests, breaching out to ways he never knew he even possessed, ways to get you closer- to get to know a unreasonably familiar stranger no reason
other than having every single reason,
Taehyung nods, quickly, the three of you go outside the big glass door, finding a small spot behind the building to avoid any other, personal space invading collegue that might roam around for small talk
It didn't make sense, not even in the slightest when Jimin disappeared after saying he would go get the lighter he had forgotten, especially not when you had just lit your cigarette with one, perfectly working lighter
Jungkook caught on, laughing slightly at your friends attempt to leave you to a collective solitude, the fresh, 11 pm gust of wind feels like a gentle kiss to the face, almost like what you imagine him to feel like
You shouldn't be imagining that at all,
His head turns away from yours when he takes a drag, pushing the thick nicotine cloud out into the pure night,
You do the same, letting the bitter taste overtake your cherry flavored lip balm,
"Didn't know pretty girls smoke" he says, his deep voice thickly laced with a satoori you haven't remarked until this very sentence,
smiling at his sincerity, you take another drag, "didn't know busan men are this bold"
he doesn't feel like a stranger, far more comfortable than one- far less intimidating
"How did you know?" the small smirk on his lips forms into a gentle, bunny like smile once seeing that dead panned look on your face, merging with a hidden chuckle that manages to dominate your features in the end,
"Your satoori" you answer, watching as his plump lips wrap around the cigarette, he blows the smoke out, "hmm" he says, "do you like it?"
"A lot" truthfully, your answer tumbles out, scanning his response with a longing look on your face, the lit drug burns away between your fingers, forgotten, discarded by a much stronger one that's about 5'10 with an eyebrow piercing
"Glad to hear that, sweetheart " it slips past his lips, naturally yet simultaneously intentional- just like the way he makes sure to lay on his accent nicely
His cigarette bud drops to the floor, he puts it out, then turning to be stood in front of you, smiling softly with a newfound gentleness to his seductive appeal,
"You're beautiful, i mean that. I saw you earlier and i honestly couldn't stop thinking about you. I was going crazy looking for you"
he laughs slightly at the last bit, shyly toying with the metal ring at the corner of his bottom lip, the adrenaline of your sheer beauty and captivating allure overcoming and reluctance he would usually feel held back by, nothing could stop him from talking to the angel he had become keen on,
Your blush deepness, eyes flickering down to his lips, "thank you, i couldn't get my mind off of you either. Didn't know you were looking for me"
his slender fingers reach forward, moving a flowing strand behind your ear with ease before carefully caressing the side of your cheek with his knuckle, tender- soft, as if he had known not to apply pressure to your fragile heart and mind,
"Of course i was. Call me crazy but i swear you were glowing" both of you grin stupidly, you relish in the feeling of his plam flattening against your cheek, embracing it with care- he waited, waited for you to stop him, for you to tell him he's a crazy creep that needs to learn the meaning of a boundary
But you never do, instead, you silently thank him for his honesty, telling yourself he must be your soulmate,
That the television must have been right about love,
your shaky, cold hands lace with his deeply colored hair, fingers dancing between the locs as his breath hitches, getting closer on your face,
your eyes connect briefly, then your lips do too, longer- intertwined with a bond you knew exist from the very first second,
a bond that was so simple it couldn't be explained, so simple, it only took one look to determine it's existance
The nicotine on his lips melts with your cherry lip balm and own, bitter taste, pressing along the soft pillows of your love drunken lips, he thought about love for a moment,
Jungkook now knew that the books were always written about people like him
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An Important Lesson - One-Shot
Pairing: Professor!Wanda x Fem!Reader (MINORS DNI - 18+)
Prompt: After years of rigorous study, you were nearing the end of your graduate program. Companionship had become a figment of your imagination, until your film professor caught your eye. Taking something from her desk, you hope you could catch hers- and you got more than you bargained for.
MINORS DNI - 18+
Tags: Who is Y/N I donât know her, Dom!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Porn with plot, teasing, orgasm denial, vibrator use, thigh riding, Mommy kink, Professor kink (sparingly), no aftercare, slight dub-con, dumbification, praise, dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance (professor/student), age gap (Reader is 26 while Wanda is 34), brat taming if you squint.Â
A/N: Holy balls, I did not realize smut was so hard to write. Major kudos to all who seem to do it so effortlessly! I know I envy âem. This is my first foray into writing this kind of fic (my universityâs spring break has brought a lot of writing firsts), so if you have any feedback Iâd love to hear it! This is also vaguely proofread! Wanted to do some practice before the evental sex in Unica Sempter Avis (Because USA is certainly an Abbreviation of All Time), and other ideas Iâve got cooking up. I'd love to write another part to this, if y'all would be down! Thanks y'all again! Edit: An Important Lesson is getting a second part! Read a teaser here! >:)
Word Count: 2.5k - Read length: 9 minutes, 5 seconds. Pictures aren't mine, credit to their owners! ~~~Â
The pen hadnât been worth stealing, and yet here you were.Â
Professor Maximoffâs classroom was overwhelmingly quiet, dark and empty with familiar rows of tables curved in a half arc around her desk, pushed off to the side. Sheâd always pace within the front few rows where you sat, and youâd have to crane your neck to keep her in view when you werenât scribbling down paraphrases of what she said. She taught Advanced Film and Media Critique, which generally lended itself to analyzing the shit out of old TV shows. Maximoff was a difficult professor, but you werenât looking for easy, especially in your graduate program. After a few years of working your ass off to make enough money, youâd wiped the floor with your bachelors and now you were vying for your masters, in your last few weeks of grad school. And you knew Professor Maximoff liked you, which didnât make it so bad.Â
You knew other things about her too - for instance, there was no way she wasnât a lesbian. Whenever youâd raise your hand her eyes would snap to you, and you swear her face would curl into a smile that was beyond professional. Youâd catch her staring in your direction during exams on multiple occasions (to be fair you did the same when she wasnât looking, but thatâs besides the point), and you swear up and down that she winked at you during your midterm. Sheâd hold onto your hand a little too long when you turned in papers, and always offered âtutoringâ sessions which you humbly declined in the beginning of the semester, your grade being nigh perfect in her course. Between that, the short nails, tailored suits, and the rings- oh, so many rings- there was no way your professor wasnât gay, and possibly had the hots for you. Your studies had been your priority over companionship for so long, And now, within a few weeks of your final, why not make a move?
Heist films had been the topic of last weekâs lecture, and so nicking something small would be a good segway, right? Youâd return it to her tomorrow after class, mention something flirty (perhaps about stealing her heart), and see where it went. If you were lucky, youâd have her number by the end of the course, and perhaps take the older woman to coffee after your final exam. Youâd bring her to the movies, but that might turn into more of a lesson than a date.Â
As youâd pluck a pen from one of her desk drawers, you notice that it was slightly heavier than most. You clicked it once, then a second time- and nothing happened, so it went into your pockets. Youâd move to exit the dim room, before a plaque caught your eye- her degree. It was neatly pressed into its frame: Wanda Maximoff, Masters of Arts in Film and Media Studies. You remembered her mentioning she was working on her doctorate, a proud grin sparking at that. Perhaps youâd get to know more about her dissertation and herself shortly. ------------------------------------------
Class went by faster than most, although it didnât help that you were anxiously awaiting the end of Professor Maximoffâs lecture. She had worn a trim fitted sleeveless blouse and buttoned pants, both beautiful shades of burgundy. A myriad of gold rings decorating her hands as sheâd motion with them through her talk. Youâd have to keep your eyes off her fingers, nose deep in notebooks as youâd scramble to collect her words before your incoming final exam.Â
âAnd what is the significance of I Love Lucyâs laugh tracks?â Wanda would ponder aloud before your hand immediately shot up, the lone attempt out of your fifty or so classmates. Sheâd grin at you, âYes, dear?âÂ
You almost forget what you were about to say, holding onto the vestiges of it as youâd sputter, âOh, uhm- yes, well, I Love Lucy didnât have laugh tracks, mostly- they were the first sitcom to have a live studio audience.â Her eyes would crinkle with mirth, and you could tell immediately that you had the right answer. You tuned out her words as your mind would swim, thinking back to the weighted pen in your jeans pocket. The pet names were new, settling a joyous fuzz both in your mind and between your legs. It was things like this that had you on the back foot- this was your chance to get her back.
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âAnd Iâll see you all in two days,â Wanda would return to her desk, sitting atop it rather than in the chair behind it. One of your classmates had asked why in an icebreaker towards the beginning of the semester, and if you remembered correctly she said âJust like the view from up here,â or the like. If youâd been on the same track mind as now, you probably would have noticed how she stared at you during her spiel, a detail only discovered in hindsight. Now, you had all the pieces.Â
You pack up slowly, shimmying your belongings into your overly stuffed bag. Hanging back until there were few students left, you flag her gaze with a hand and an upturned smile, âProfessor, I was wondering if I could..â Your words would halt in your throat, thoughts thickened and syrupy as sheâd look down to you, head tilted a degree off kilter. Would it be embarrassing to admit youâd never been this close to her before? Her lips would be pursed, but would break into a wild grin, and you felt yourself melt right there. You werenât a teen anymore goddamnit, focus- âTalk-â youâd squeak, clearing your throat hastily to camouflage the blunder, âTalk with you, after class. Professor.â
Her brows would raise, and you could almost see the cogs rotating in there. Her eyes would dart within the now-empty room, adjusting her position on the desk- and itâd become increasingly obvious (you can deny it no longer) that you were standing directly in between her slightly parted legs. This wasnât how you were expecting it to go, but here you were. Sheâd start taking off her rings. âOf course, darling,â sheâd tease again with a roughened lilt. Those damn pet names. âWhat do you need?â
âI think I have something of yours, Professor-â Your mouth would open a few seconds before youâd speak, and you swear sheâd smirk at how she had you, devoid of any thought. Something about her had you smiling and kicking your feet, and boy did she know it. Without any further bravado, youâd pull out the pen, âI hate to say it, but I think youâve stolen-â
âOh,â Sheâd breathe, Wandaâs face tinting with a pinkish hue, yet her smile only grew larger. Her gaze would narrow, voice dripping with a sultry air that almost knocked you off balance, âI didnât let you borrow that, did I?â
âNo Professor,â you admit, beginning to launch into your story, before sheâd shush you- shush you, words piling up into a lump in your throat.Â
âAnd do you know what it does, darling?â She asks, her tone a breathy whisper now. You swallow, shaking your head no. She fucking giggles. She takes the pen from your hand, clicking it three times, and itâd start to buzz. Oh, my god. It was a fucking vibrator.
âToo dumb to even recognize what this is? And I thought you were so smart..â Sheâd tease, a flush forming on your face in tandem with a shiver down your body. You open your mouth to speak, and yet her warm, calloused fingers would clasp your jaw shut. âShhh, donât want your pretty little head to even think, darling. How about Mommy show you how it works, hm?âÂ
Youâd nod immediately. Sheâd abandon the toy, clicking it off as her hands would slip beneath your shirt, and it felt like time had frozen. She was so soft, and your mind glazed over. Your breath hitched as sheâd trail upward, palming your skin before running her fingers over your bare breasts. Youâd watch as Wandaâs pupils would blow in seconds, a devious smile bubbling into view, âNo bra?â Sheâd murmur lowly shaking her head as sheâd start to knead your flesh, âJust couldnât remember it, hm? My precious student, too busy thinking of me to get dressed, were you?â You nod again, a pitiful mewl escaping your throat.Â
âYes- Yes, Professor..â You arch into her touch, although that bliss was short-lived as you feel her dig her hands further into your tits, sharper than youâd like. Sheâd tsk at your reply, and you look up to meet her eyes- oh, that was the wrong answer.Â
âDid you already forget my title, baby?â Sheâd ask almost tauntingly, her gaze sharpening as sheâd shift her hands from your skin. Youâd chase her warmth, dazed as your skin would flush and tremble, slotting yourself up against her. Sheâd run her thumb over your lips, crooning at your immediate submission. She could use that.Â
âIt seems Mommy has a lot to teach you, dear..â Her touch would ghost across your exposed forearms, her feather-light touches only stuttering your breath further. âAnd I think youâre ready for your first lesson. Think you can handle that, darling? Keep your eyes on me,â Her hands would dig into your jeans, rougher against the hemâs fabric, âThink you can take this off for Mommy?â
âPlease..â You beg, raising your hips to strip yourself bare, your glance trained on her. You donât miss how her eyes darted down to your bare cunt, having slid off your panties too, or how she licked her lips at the sight of your slick. Her hands would hold your legs open, the cold lecture hallâs air chilling your exposed skin. Still staring at Wanda, youâd discard your shirt in the same breath, her jaw clenching as all of you felt the cool air. Feeling exposed, the urge to flee ebbed away some of your arousal. Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom? Your focus was immediately drawn again as sheâd capture your chin in her hand, pulling it harshly to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dilated, a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as sheâd pant, both from your disobedience and your thighs rubbing against hers. âLook at me,â sheâd hiss, taking your lips into a searing kiss. Your answer? Fuck. Yes.
Your cunt would grind against her leg as Wanda would pull your hips up and onto her thigh, grip bruising as your lips would crash together. You could smell her vanilla perfume as sheâd tug at your bottom lip with her teeth, a familiar buzzing sound heard but not registered before you felt it on your clit. âMommy- yes, Fuckinâ christ, there-â Youâd keen, lurching back as Wandaâs hand would rest on your hip, keeping you from escaping her touch.
Wanda would groan at your words, voice a little breathier as her hips would stutter against yours, âThereâs my good girl..â Teasingly, sheâd circle your clit with the pen-shaped toy, gasping herself as sheâd feel the aftershocks of its pulse on her clothed cunt. âTaking Mommyâs toy so well..such a sweet girl for your Professor-âÂ
Youâd rock your hips against her, the friction from her dress slacks and the vibratorâs pulse bringing you to the edge embarrassingly quick. Wanda wouldnât notice your frenzied breathing or how you lost your rhythm, but she would hear your words; drawn between husky whines, âMommy, please, Iâm so close, fuck-â Your face would flush, legs beginning to tremble before the whole feeling was ripped away from you, Wandaâs grip leaving as the buzz would click off. With shaky breaths, your eyes would rise to meet hers- only to see a teasing grin. Sheâd pat your arms, gently coaxing you off of her thigh, the few sparks of friction from that not enough to bring you anywhere close to your release. Youâd blink, thoughts thickened and reeling, brow furrowed ever so slightly for her- and Wanda loved it.Â
âYou did so well for your first lesson, dear..â Sheâd croon, brushing herself off as sheâd rise to her feet, leaving you on her cluttered desk. âBut, Professor, I didnât-â Youâd begin and sheâd silence you right there, hand rising to close your jaw shut again.Â
âAnd you wonât come unless you call me by my title, darling. Youâve received your correction for your first mistake- and for stealing from me,â You nodded slowly, absorbing her words as though they were molasses, and her smile only widened at how dazed sheâd made you. âAnd if you disobey again when youâre with me, alone- then Iâll lower your grade by five points. Understand?âÂ
If you were in any kind of fog before, you cleared it from your thoughts immediately. âYes, very clear- uhm,â You pause, noticing the stain on her pant leg where your pussy had ground into the fabric, and you feel your face warm. Wanda would shift her stance and youâd look up- she leaned above you, a single brow raised. Youâd swallow, keeping your eyes on her completely, âYes, Mommy- I understand.â
âGood girl.â That was the right answer. Sheâd smile at you, her praise going straight to your cunt. Could she not have given you a few more seconds? Maybe you couldâve gotten off without her noticing. Sheâd interrupt your mind with a quick peck on the lips, and you felt your wits slow, swimming with thoughts of her mouth. Oh, that was why- couldnât get away with anything if you didnât think anything at all. Wandaâs grin would only intensify as sheâd watch you dress, clothing rumpled from the haste it had been taken off. After a few minutes, you were back to prim and proper..besides your racing heart and flush whenever Wanda so much as moved. âThis was great..â Youâd murmur, pressing the wrinkles from your shirt, gaze flicking back up to Wandaâs- your professor still watching you with a smooth, secretive smirk.Â
âOf course it was, dear..but itâs still nice to hear you say that. Anything for my best student,â Sheâd wink at you and youâd fold, feeling your palms clam up. Since when were you this weak in the knees? Sheâd settle at her desk again, her hands clasped together on its wooden grain. Youâd be taller than her now, with her sitting down- and yet there was an aura she commanded that you couldnât outdo. You turn to leave without any further fanfare but her voice would seize you again, just as warm as her touch. âIâll be expecting you after tomorrowâs classes, then? I think someâŠafter-hours remedial work for my course would do you well.âÂ
Were you really about to fuck your professor in her own classroom, again? Youâd leave her hall with a bright smile, a reply, and a secret. Your answer? The same as before - Fuck. Yes.Â
And your secret?
Youâd stolen the âpenâ again.
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for the prompt party, how about: âi canât help it, i feel so sleepy and cozy now.â with our fave blue eyed WSO?
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A reason to write a sleepy, cozy, domestic Bob?!?! Donât mind if I do, Elle! đ«¶đ» (ps I still owe you a birthday fic, but please accept this humble offering in the meantime!)
There were a lot of things you liked about Bob Floyd.
You liked that heâd made a point to read your favorite book when youâd first started dating, because he wanted understand the things that made you you.Â
You liked that he was the type of man to remember an offhand remark, it was as if he wanted to collect every crumb of you and nothing was too small to escape his notice. Like the time you mentioned being excited for summer fruit season, and heâd brought you a box of peaches from the farmers market the moment theyâd arrived.
And you really liked the way he whispered the sweetest things as he fucked you into the mattress, the intoxicating sound of his baritone murmuring in your ear as he rendered you thoroughly boneless. His honeyed tongue was just as good at making you swoon as it did at making you come.Â
But one of the most unexpected things youâd learned about him since heâd become your boyfriend, was that he could not seem to make it past the first 40 minutes of a movie without falling asleep.Â
The two of you had sailed through that tentatively affectionate part of starting a new relationship, where every inch moved the two of you moved closer to each other felt like a new milestone.Â
From sitting a respectful distance, pinkies just barely touching, in the getting to know you stage. To sitting snuggled close with his arm over your shoulder, enjoying getting to be curled up against him because you could and he was yours. To straddling his lap, those big hands roaming everywhere, and missing whatever was on TV completely because close enough wasnât close enough.Â
Youâd been a big fan of each phase, but your favorite was easily when he was sprawled out on top of you like your own personal weighted blanket.
The first time heâd done it was after youâd made him your familyâs favorite chicken soup recipe. The weather had just started to change, which in San Diego didnât mean much, but youâd decided that since it was technically Fall it had been time to woo him with something warm.
Heâd just finished doing the dishes, at his insistence, since youâd been the one to cook. You were lounging across the couch trying to find a movie to watch when heâd come over- with a groan and stretch that had revealed just a peek of skin- and flopped himself right on top of you, still ever careful in that way of his. All of his warmth, all of his sturdy weight pressing you into the cushions of your couch.
No one had ever made you feel as safe and secure as he did.
You were only a few minutes into the comedy youâd put on when you felt him stir, trying to sit up. ââm sorry, honey, Iâm probably squishing you.â
âI can take it,â youâd teased, with a wink before wrapping your arms and legs around him, keeping him in place.
He didnât protest further, only inched himself over a little bit so that the couch was doing most of the work, while you combed your fingers through his hair.
The movie hadnât even reached the half way point when you heard the first of his soft snores. Youâd smiled to yourself and let the movie finish playing, not wanting to disturb him by reaching for the remote.
What you didnât expect was for it to become a thing.Â
You thought it was a fluke the first time it had happened.
The second time it happened, you thought he might have been messing with you.Â
By the third, you were entirely amused.
When the two of you were curled up together on the couch, Bob was always slipping a hand under your shirt, his fingers idly tracing patterns onto your skin until slowly but surely they stopped moving at all. Usually right around the time you hear those first deep, slow breaths and quiet sighs of sleep.
But tonight, youâd decide to put your theory to the test. With your handsome blue eyed boy draped across you, you cued up a movie, stealthily starting the timer on your phone at the same time youâd clicked play.Â
And sure enough, around 33 minutes in those long fingers of his stopped their circling. And just past the 40 minute mark youâd heard that gentle snore.Â
You bite your lip, trying not to giggle. "Bob."
There's a long beat. âHm.â
"Are you awake?â you ask, rubbing his back.
âJust resting my eyes.â Itâs a sleepy mumble.
âOh, really,â you muse. âWell then, can you tell me what just happened? It was pretty big plot twist.â
He lifts his head up, propping himself up on an arm to look at you.
âIf you get me a couple minutes to google it I can,â he says with a sheepish smile.
You tip your head back and laugh, entirely and thoroughly charmed by him. âIs that what youâve been doing after every movie night? Because Iâve been keeping track, and you sir, have yet to make it all the way through any of movies weâve watched in the last few weeks.â
âBusted, huh?â
âVery. I had a theory and everything, backed with some serious scientific evidence,â you tease, brushing his hair back from his forehead.
Bob huffs a laugh, his ears a sweet shade of pink. âI canât help it,â he says, doubling down and nuzzling his face into your neck, âI feel so sleepy and cozy now. Youâre so soft and you smell really nice.â
Fond. Youâre just so fond of him.
âLetâs make a deal,â you suggest, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. âAs the official resident de facto cinephile in the relationship, Iâll handle all the movie related questions the next time we go to trivia night with your friends, sounds good?â
âYouâve got yourself a deal.â You feel his smile pressed against your neck.
âOk, you can go back to âresting your eyesâ. Iâll send you the wiki article for you to read later.â
He chuckles softly. âI love you, honey. Youâre the best.â
You were already warm with him on you, but now it radiates all the way down to your toes. âI love you too.â
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hii, first time writing a prompt :)
maybe a drunk reader and sukuna has to take care of her and take her home, she forgot her jacket and he lends her his sweater. maybe established relationship?
(i love your sukuna fics hehehe)
i made this a bit angsty lol
"you look like a spider."
sukuna rolls his eyes, then turns around and keeps on dragging you by your hand, just like he has been doing for the past 10 minutes. "what the fuck are you saying now?"
you trip on your own two feet, again, and you have to stop, again. you see him closing his eyes and taking one big inhale. he's really close from breaking your neck. you wobbly get in front of him, squint and poke his chest with your freshly done nail. "you- *hic* have eight eyes. ouch!"
you frown, massaging your forehead. he just flicked you.
"spiders have eight legs, not eight eyes. and i do not have eight fucking eyes," he tells you, annoyed.
"okay but still," you pout. you look at him and- damn, he's really fucking pretty. even if he's blurry he looks like a king: he's only wearing a sweater, but he's the hottest man you've ever seen. you try getting on your tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek, but you almost fall face-flat on the concrete you're walking on.
"you stink, don't get close to me," he says, serious, dodging your attempt to grab his forearm. then he turns around and leaves you there, standing. you open your mouth to say something, but no words come out, so you just stare at his retreating back. you know you're annoying him badly. it's not like receiving a messy text saying your girlfriend is drunk and that she needs a ride could be pleasurable for anyone, especially if you told her to be careful while she was out with her friends and if the text was sent in the middle of the night. and especially if you fought before she got out.
you're a little bit lost in your thoughts, and walking has become really hard, and when you look up you don't see sukuna anywhere. you feel like crying. you hate when he gets angry, especially because you never know how to say sorry properly. you didn't think he'd leave you in the middle of the street, though.
you sit down on the sidewalk and decide to take off your heels. they're hurting your feet and they make you seem like a drug addict for the people that see you walk. not like you could care less without sukuna making fun of you for it. you went a little overboard, sure, but you don't leave a girl alone at night.
you start crying. you don't even remember why you fought in the first place; maybe something that had to do with mowing the lawn this saturday? or was it about last night's tv series? anyway, you start missing him badly, you just want to go to sleep and stop your head from hurting. plus, it's so cold tonight. why does he have to be this difficult?
"the fuck are you doing?" a voice comes from behind you. you jump a little and try turning around, but you're suddenly brought up by two massive arms, finding yourself face to face with your boyfriend. he's looking at you weirdly. it's so cold.
"oh. hi," you say, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears, only creating a bigger mess on your face from your mascara streaks. your feet are touching the bare concrete and you feel like a mess. you fidget while avoiding the eye contact he's trying to make.
"why are you- nevermind," he answers himself, exhaling hard. you close your eyes and try not to let more tears out, feeling like he's going to tell you you need a break of some sort, when a weird warmth engulfs you. you look at your shoulders, now covered by the jacket he always has in his car "just in case he gets cold". but you know he never gets cold, he always runs warm. he keeps that jacket in his car for you.
he gets one of his hands on your cheeks, angling your face towards him, then tries cleaning up your snot and make-up with a tissue. you look up at him, big eyes observing his every move. you're warmer now. his hand touching you is warm too, and he makes little circles on your skin. you know it's his way of saying he's sorry.
"you're so messy," he mumbles, his face extremely close to yours, kissing your nose lightly. you burst into tears again.
"yo what-"
"i- i thought you lef-left me here," you sob, leaning your head on his chest. he's paralyzed for a moment, then gets one hand on your small back and caresses your head with the other.
"baby, you were freezing, i just went to the car to get your- my jacket."
"i know but you were so-so annoyed *hic* i thought-"
"then stop thinking," he interrupts you. you still, then lightly nod, brushing your face on his shirt.
"not too much, pretty girl, this shirt is white," he chuckles in your ear, still massaging your scalp. you hum.
"let's get you home, m'kay? i'll run you a really nice bath. i'mma make sure you take aaaall your medicines and get you to bed, mh?" he mocks you, almost like he's talking to a child.
you softly punch his chest, then mumble, "the bath sounded nice."
you're swept off your feet, then he squats to get the heels you left on the sidewalk.
"then i'll run you one for real. everything for you."
you're already dead asleep when you get to his car, and he makes sure to kiss your forehead before closing the passenger door, a little smirk on his lips.
#ryoumen sukuna#sukuna jjk#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#sukuna fluff#sukuna angst#jjk angst#jjk fluff
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Hiii, Iâm so Iâm love with Benny â€ïž
Can u write about Benny x reader. Sheâs raising her baby niece or nefew and benny with the whole attitude about weâre going to marry, says that the baby is good for practice when they have their own kids â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
hello, sweetheart đ thank you for your request đ„ș I really enjoyed to write Benny with a kid đ by the way, apparently in real life Kathy had two kids when she met Benny! đł (and she was like 25 while he was 19) anyway, I decided that our Reader is raising her nephew who is 7 years old and â which probably is a TW â Reader's sister is dead + drugs overdose is mentioned
I had to close my requests for now because I got so many đđ»
You were a new waitress at the diner and the local bad boy named Benny Cross had taken an interest in you. He kept coming around and flirting with you, flashing that pretty smile as he ordered a sandwich or a beer by the counter, showing off his tan and tattooed muscles. You would roll your eyes at him usually but you agreed for him to drive you back home after a few shifts, especially those evening and night ones.Â
After two weeks of him driving you back home in the back of his motorbike, you ended up standing awkwardly on your driveway with him staring you up and down. It was an evening and you bit your lip as you looked at your feet, hoping he wouldnât propose something indecent.
âYou live alone?â He asked. Usually, he would just nod his head and drive away without a word.
âDepends what you mean by that?â You asked with a chuckle.
âParents?â Benny tilted his head.
âNo,â you answered honestly.
âHusband?â
âNo,â you chuckled. âIf I had one, you would have known already, donât you think?â You teased but he only shrugged his arms. âListen, I gotta goâŠâ You pointed at the house behind you with your thumb, playing nervously with the keys in your hand.
Benny nodded at that but he looked a little disappointed. He probably wanted you to invite him inside but you couldnât. Not with Jack sleeping upstairs.
âBenny,â you grabbed him by his strong arm and squeezed the fabric of the leather jacket. âThank you,â you smiled at him and he nodded again but the disappointment was still there, written all over his face.
After all, he wasnât your chauffeur for a thank you, right?
Unsurely, you leaned in and batted your eyelashes, too scared to make the first move. However, Benny didnât need more encouragement than that â he grabbed you by your face, pulled you closer and joined your lips together in a devouring kiss. He smelled like cigarettes, beer and gasoline. It was making you dizzy as this masculine scent overwhelmed your senses while his tongue had found its way inside your mouth. You started to feel weak in your knees and you grabbed him by his vest to keep steady as a soft moan left your lips. It made him smirk before he broke the kiss.
You kept staring at his face, lit by the streetlamp nearby. His baby blue eyes, all the moles on his face, his golden hair⊠And he kept staring at you back, examining every little detail of your face as well, still keeping you close.
âI donât work tomorrow,â you told him. âYou can drop by for lunch or dinner,â you proposed.
âSounds right to me,â he agreed. âGood night, kitty,â he rubbed your nose with his and moved away to hop on his bike.
He started the engine loudly and you waved after him before rushing inside the house to check on Jack. You hated to leave him alone for your evening or night shifts but you had no other choice as the only provider. He was only seven years old but he had to be pretty independent for a boy his age â you would leave him dinner to heat up after school and he had to deal with homework on his own. Then, some TV, a shower and going to bed â all on his own. You were grateful that he was a good boy and he was doing all these things responsibly instead of rebelling and staying out for hours or watching TV all night long. But you were also aware of the fact he would soon become a teenager and start to rebel and you dreaded the day.
You were in the kitchen, cooking pasta. The lunchtime was already over so you assumed Benny would come by for dinner. You kind of wished you had asked him about the exact hour when he would show up because you were ready since noon â all dolled up and nervous.
Yeah, he was coming to the diner and he was flirty here and there, taking you home and all that. But overall you didnât know him much and he wasnât very talkative most of the time. It would be the first time youâd spend time like that together. And he still had no idea about JackâŠÂ
It was Saturday and Jack was upstairs in his room, drawing pictures. It was his favourite hobby. You had told him that you would have a friend coming over and he was very excited, so you hoped it wouldnât end up as awkward.
When the doorbell rang, you turned the oven off and wiped your hands in your apron before approaching the front door. Benny was leaning on the doorframe with a smug smile.
âHi,â you greeted him.
âHi,â he looked you up and down and smiled even wider. He seemed to like your apron. âAm I interrupting somethinâ?â
âIâm cooking dinner, come in,â you invited him and he entered the house.
He looked around and you encouraged him to follow you to the kitchen. He did and you turned the oven back on as he sat by the kitchen table.
âIâm making spaghetti, I hope itâs okay,â you informed him.
âYeah,â Benny leaned back on the chair and tilted his head at Jackâs drawings on your fridge. âTheyâre yours?â He asked with a chuckle.
âTheyâre for me,â you explained.
But before you could say anything more, you heard loud, booming footsteps. Jack was running downstairs to see your friend. You swallowed thickly at the sight of him entering the kitchen with an excited smile as Benny froze for a while and blinked a few times in disbelief.
âIs that your friend?â Jack asked and put his hands behind his back. âGood afternoon, sir,â he nodded his head at Benny and you smiled at that.
âHis nameâs Benny,â you approached him and ruffled his hair. âBenny, thatâs Jack,â you introduced them to each other with a heavy heart, hoping that Benny wouldnât run away at this very moment or say something rude.
You didnât want to reveal too early that Jack wasnât your kid. First of all, you didnât want to vigorously deny that in front of him to avoid him feeling rejected even though Jack knew very well that you were his aunt. Second of all, it was a good test for Benny. His reaction would tell you a lot about his character.
Once the first shockwave disappeared, Benny cleared his throat and extended his hand.
âHi, Iâm Benny,â he introduced himself. Jack shook his hand proudly, feeling important. âIâm (Y/N)âs friend.â
âAre you the one with the motorbike?â Jackâs eyes widened.
âYeah. Wanna see it after dinner?â Benny proposed.
âYup!â Jack clapped his hands. âYou know, the engine always wakes me up at night,â he told Benny. âWait! Iâm gonna show you something!â He ran out of the kitchen.
An awkward silence occurred between Benny and you.
âIs he your kid?â Benny asked casually. âHow old is he?â
âSeven,â you only answered the second part and watched him furrow his brows as he kept counting something with his fingers like preschooler.
âHow old are you exactly?â He seemed to be confused.
âFourty,â you joked.
âOh, wouldnât tell,â Bennyâs eyes widened and you chuckled because it was adorable how he believed you.
âBenny, I was joking,â you explained and put your hands on your hips, checking on the pasta with the corner of your eye.
âIt donât matter to me, you know,â Benny shrugged his arms. âHow old are ya now or how young you were when you had the kid. I like you,â Benny said and you felt your heart filling with joy and affection.
âI suspected that a guy like you would chase after them pretty dolls,â you turned around to turn the oven off since the pasta was cooked now.
âDamn right I do. Youâre a doll,â Benny assured you and you shook your head with a chuckle.
You focused on making the spaghetti when Jack came back to the kitchen with a drawing in his hand and he placed it on the table to show it to Benny.
âI drew a motorbike!â He told him proudly. âAnd thatâs (Y/N) on it and you. I saw you one night through the window!â He exclaimed. âSorry, in the dark I thought you had brown hair,â he explained.
âItâs great, dude. You like to draw?â Benny asked him.
âYup! I draw everything I like! Cars, motorbikes, construction machines, trains, dinosaurs and dogs! (Y/N) sometimes takes me to the diner and I sit by the window and draw the cars in the parking lot!â
âThatâs so cool,â Benny gave him a thumbs up.
âYeah, I know!â
âDinnerâs ready,â you turned around with two plates in your hands as you approached them. âTake the drawing off the table, Jack,â you told him.
âItâs for Benny,â Jack insisted and looked at him.Â
Benny smiled awkwardly and took the drawing, not knowing what to do with it.
âYou can fold it, itâs fine,â Jack assured him and Benny nodded before folding the drawing and putting it into his pocket.
âNow, go wash your hands,â you told Jack and he sighed before running off to the bathroom.
You placed the plates on the table and then you turned around to get the third one and put it there as well. Then you sat down and kept staring at Benny who was silent as usual.
âHeâs not my kid,â you explained silently. âMy sisterâs,â you added. âI have raised him since he was four. It was difficult and I had to drop out of college but I didnât want him to end up in the orphanage,â you added.
âWhy couldnât your folks raise him?â Benny asked.
âThey cursed my sister out for⊠For being with Jackâs dad. Itâs a long story. So, they didnât want anything with Jack either, they said heâs got that bad blood in him, that heâs a rotten apple because heâs from a bad tree. And his fatherâs family⊠I donât even know if they are alive. He was a very bad man, Benny. He was rotten indeed, evil to the core. Iâm glad he died, let me tell you, because heâd be an awful influence on Jack and you see what a sweet boy Jack is. But what Iâm mad about is that he took my sister down with him. Down to the grave,â you sighed and shook your head.
âIâm sorry,â Benny mumbled. âDrugs?â
âYeah, heavy stuff,â you nodded and played with your food nervously. âNow my parents say Iâm stupid for wasting my life, my education and all that. But how could I let Jack go to the orphanage, huh? You seen him. He's a sweetheart. Such a gentle soul and I wish they could see that but they keep saying heâs gonna grow up to be a deadbeat like his daddy. Thatâs why we moved. I wanted to be away from my family and start fresh,â you explained.
Before Benny could answer, Jack was back already. He sat by the table and started to eat.
âYummy!â He told you with a smile.
âThank you, love,â you caressed his hair gently.
âYeah, itâs very good,â Benny nodded after taking the first bite.
âHow long have you been driving motorcycles?â Jack asked him.
âSince high school,â Benny answered.
âI want to drive them, too!â
âHa-ha-ha, absolutely no way,â you gave Jack a scolding look.
âWhy not? Your boyfriend can drive them and I canât?â Jack whined and you felt your cheeks heating up.
âUm⊠Benny is not my ââ
âIâll teach you how to drive âem when youâre old enough,â Benny interrupted you.
âBenny!â You gasped and Jack giggled. âI said: no.â
âHe doesnât have to drive fast. He can be a good boy about it,â Benny winked at you and you sighed.
âIâll be careful, I promise,â Jack laid his head on your arm and you caressed his cheek.
âI hope so. I hope youâll always stay this sweet. Even as a teenager,â you booped him on the nose and he smiled widely at you before going back to eating.
The rest of the meal went more peacefully. Benny was mostly asking Jack about school and his friends. When everyone ate, you took the dishes to wash them and promised to prepare a dessert while Benny took Jack outside to show him his Harley motorbike.
You observed them through the window with a smile. They looked quite adorable together and you couldnât stop the way butterflies were forming in your stomach at the sight of them together. You had not expected a guy like Benny to just⊠Accept your situation so casually. He had been surprised at first but that was it.
You took the ice cream out of the freezer and divided it into three portions before going out to stand on the porch.
âBoys!â You called them and they both turned around at the same time. âDessertâs ready!â You announced and watched how both of their faces lighted up as their eyes filled with the sparkles of excitement. You chuckled to yourself. They were adorable.
Benny and Jack rushed inside and you reminded Jack to wash his hands again. He rolled his eyes but went to the bathroom obediently.
âAnd me? I donât have to?â Benny teased you.
âYou can catch whatever disease you want, I donât care. Youâre a big boy, Benny. Itâs your choice if you wash your dirty hands or not,â you looked at his hands. They were black from the grease after showing Jack something with the engine.
Benny blushed a little and went to the bathroom as well.
When they were back, they grabbed their bowls with ice cream and you proposed to eat it on the couch while watching TV. Jack insisted on sitting between you and Benny and Benny insisted on watching some comedy show that you usually didnât allow Jack to watch because of its primitive humour. This time you made an exception and you could see how Jack was starting to like Benny more and more.
They were laughing at the same jokes â although you were sure Jack didnât understand some of them and only laughed because Benny did. But what mattered more was the way they laughed. Both in a similar way, cutely, throwing their heads back and giggling. You had never seen Benny Cross like that before and your heart was filling with more and more affection towards him. He started to remind you of a little boy now.
Well, he had been a little boy once after all. And, oh, he had to be adorable, you thought, and you reached your hand out to caress his arm softly. He looked at you and you shyly took your hand away. However, he smiled at you lovingly and your cheeks heated up.
When the comedy show was over, you asked Jack to wash the dishes after the dessert and he did that without complaining â mostly because he was grateful to you for letting him watch that silly comedy show.
âYou turning him into a girl?â Benny pointed his finger at the kitchen where Jack had gone to as he moved closer to you on the couch.
âNo, Iâm teaching him how to do basic chores around the house,â you told Benny. âYou donât wash the dishes?â
âOnly when I have to,â Benny groaned. âBut I hate that.â
âWell, at my house youâd have to,â you crossed your arms.
âIâm gonna get used to it,â he chuckled and you raised an eyebrow at him. He was grinning at you.
âListen, Benny,â you changed the subject as you got more serious. âThank you,â you lowered your voice. âI know I should have told you earlier about JackâŠâ
âWhat you thankinâ me for, kitty?â Benny furrowed his brow.
âFor⊠Acting decent, I suppose,â you bit on your lower lip.
âWell, I donât mind you raising a kid, dollie. In fact, I think itâs cool,â he winked at you.
âCool?â You snorted at that, confused.
âYeah, you know, heâs a nice fella and weâre gonna practise before our own little ones come one day,â Benny shrugged his arms and stretched his arm to put it around your shoulder.
âBenny, we barely know each other,â you pointed out.
If any other guy started talking about having kids with you so fast â youâd run away. But with Benny it was different. Something about him was making you feel secure. Perhaps because of the way he was with Jack.
âThatâs why I said: one day,â Benny smirked.
âWhat I mean is, itâs too early to plan such thingsâ, you said but you leaned your head on his chest anyway. He shook his head with a chuckle.
âLittle girl, Iâm gonna marry you, donât you know?â
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simon riley x autistic!reader requested by anon! <3 tw: NSFW, smut, vaginal fingering, p in v, but all of it's really fluffy
a/n: was originally gonna make this request more of a headshot typa deal but ended up writing 2.7k of fluffy sex with Simon and autistic/virgin reader, so i hope you enjoy anon, and i'm so sorry for the long wait <3
Simon knew you like the back of his hand. He knew every little quirk, even the ones you werenât even aware about.
He kept you afloat amongst an unpredictable sea that threatened to consume you and pull you down under. Your head could be its own raging storm, cracking with jolts of thunder that shook your state of mind, yet Simon was the gleam of sunshine poking through the clouds.
Thatâs how it had been up until this point. Your relationship was a sweet one, filled with fields of flowers and the buzz of bees. It was soft and supple, but lately, thereâd been a brewing cloud looming over your colorful paradise,hiding away the rays of light your flowers needed in order to blossom.
Sex. It was the most complex form of intimacy in your mind, and it was why youâd avoided ever doing it like the plague. The turmoil that the mere thought of sex brought you was nerve wracking, nearly throwing you into overdrive.
Simon never asked for it. He seemed perfectly content with the way things were â staying up late to hear your enthusiastic passion that poured from your lips like his favorite bourbon, encouraging your interests with subtle gifts heâd give you when heâd happen to see it passing by, holding you when your mind wasnât a whirlpool of spitfire that threatened to lash out at you.
He never asked, nor did he seem keen on asking. And that was the issue.
You were curious.
Simon had allowed you to positively be you in all forms. He didnât define you by your autism, it was simply a chapter in the book about you, while the rest of your story was much more special in his eyes. It wasnât a setback, nor was it a concern â it was there, and meant to stay.
No matter how supportive he was towards your individuality and your comfort, it didnât settle the unease of wanting to take the next step, but not knowing how to ask for it.
It festered your mind like a flu until it began to worsen into a burning fever. You kept it bottled up, the feeling of keeping it locked away making your body feel as if it were going to combust.
It didnât take Simon long to notice. Of course it didnât. Like said previously, he knew you better than you knew yourself.
âWhatâs goinâ on in that head of yours, sweetheart?â he asked you when he finally had the chance to sit you down in his room.
The curtains were shut to keep the light out, knowing they irritated you and too much brightness made your eyes squint to the point of an ache. It was quiet apart from the subtle background noise of his TV, plastered with a show you enjoyed watching on nights alone with him. Bits of you were neatly placed around the room, like your journal placed on his desk with your favorite pen carefully set on top of it, or your clothes folded in a tidy pile on one of his shelves he had reserved for you.
âNothing,â you responded, though Simon knew you enough to detect the lie, even from just one small word.
âYou know you canât hold it in, so talk to me,â he urged, taking a seat next to you from where you sat on the edge of his bed with your hands in your lap. You were picking at the skin around your nails, and like heâd always done, he picked them up into his own hands, soothing his thumbs along the back.
You blinked at him, mouth remaining shut. But the fever was becoming unbearable in your head, scorching you from the insides. You knew you wouldnât be able to avoid asking him any longer.
âWhy donât we have sex?â you asked, blunt and to the point. His eyebrows raised from beneath his mask, one that he had yet to take off during your relationship. You never pushed since he never pushed you. Both of you had your own oddities, and for him, the mask was it.
âI didnât think you wanted to,â he confessed, tone remaining calm and soft as he continued to encourage you to speak your mind. âI didnât want to ask you, sweetheart.â
âOh.â
You donât know why you found yourself frowning, but you did, feeling a bit stumped from his answer. He had a point. Youâd made no indications on wanting to be more intimate, and Simonâs only ever considered you in your best interest.
âThat doesnât mean I donât want to,â he rushed to say. âI meant â do you want to?â
You did. The longer you found yourself thinking about it, the more you grew a need to try it. You trusted Simon entirely.
âIâve never done it.â You felt embarrassed, though unsure why. This was Simon, after all.
âThatâs okay,â he assured, giving your hands a squeeze. âThen we donât have to, yeah?â
âBut I want to,â you protested, frowning at him. He huffed out a quiet laugh, fiddling with one of your fingers affectionately.
âThatâs okay, too.â
âIs it?â
âWhy wouldnât it be?â
âI donât know, because I wonât be good, and Iâm scared itâll be too much, then Iâll ruin it by getting overwhelmed, andââ
âHey,â Simon called out, lifting one of his hands off of yours to cradle your face. You sucked in a breath, exhausted from the rushed flow of panicked words that spilled out, allowing yourself to breathe. âWeâll take it slow, yeah? Weâll do everything at your pace, and the moment you say stop, we stop, no questions asked. I wonât be upset with you, sweetheart, and you certainly wouldnât ruin it.â
You stared at him while he stared back at you, eyes filled with fondness and love that was only ever reserved for you. They were understanding, assuring, like deep pools of serenity you could float in forever.
âPromise?â you asked, and he laughed again.
âPromise.â
Simon continued to stare at you for a long moment, taking you in, before his hand lifted the bottom of his mask and tugged it over his head, showcasing the entirety of the very man whoâd given his all to you. Since it would be your first time making a new step in your relationship, he figured heâd do the same by completely stripping himself of the very thing he wore to hide away.
Rugged and scarred, but beautiful, and you admired it until you surged forward to initiate the first move, like heâd always waited for you to do. He melted into you, cradling your face with tender emotion, pulling you in and calming the nasty sea that flooded your being.
Simon knew exactly how to make you feel safe, while also enjoying yourself. This wasnât about him, it was about you, and he was absolutely determined to ensure that your first time was comfortable.
He covered the bed in your favorite blanket he kept just for you, soft and fuzzy, much more comfortable than the cotton sheet that always felt a bit too scratchy, even on his own skin. He laid it out for you, encouraging you to take your place.
His fingers were careful as they undressed you, and with every fabric he pulled off of your body, he took off of his own so the state of nudity was matched and you didnât feel too exposed in comparison to him. He spoke to you with coated sweetness, telling you how proud he was that you told him of your needs, how honored he was that you trusted him to be the one to take you.
Simon took his time. He made no rush or fervent motion, and he allowed you the time to gather yourself if his hands became too much when they mapped out every inch of your skin. Soft and soothing, thumbs brushing along your hips as he waited patiently for you to assure him to continue.
When you were fully exposed to him, he smiled at you fondly, eyes lighting with nothing short of love. He was seeing you for everything you were now, and though for brief moments it was overwhelming to you, he was quick to wash the burden of it away with gentle guides of his hands.
The first finger was uncomfortable, even if he remained careful and slow when prodding you. Your face had mushed up into one of discomfort, and his eyes never left sight of you so he could watch for any indication that it was too much.
You, on the other hand, were both on a cloud of praise from the way he handled you so cautiously, while also free falling from the sky in anxious turmoil. The TV was echoing in your mind, the sounds of chatter causing you to lose focus. Combined with the intimate touches he filled your body with, it was already starting to become too much. You just didnât know how to express it.
âHey,â Simon called out to you, easing his finger out of you and instead placing his hand on your hip. âTell me. What is it? Do you want to stop?â
âNo.â You shook your head, letting out an exhale you were holding. âNo, justâ can you turn off the TV? I canâtâ I canât focus.â
Simon smiled warmly at you, moving without hesitation to shut the television off. The room was quiet now, and you breathed a sigh of relief, your mind finally calming.
âBetter?â he asked, and you nodded. âDo you want me to continue, sweetheart?â
âYes, please.â
Simon gave your hip a comforting squeeze before resuming his previous notions, sliding the pad of his finger along your slit before easing back inside once again. It was only when Simon was sure you could take it that he pressed in a second one, keeping his pace slow and controlled.
Discomfort was turning into pleasure, the feeling so new to you, so foreign. It wasnât as overstimulating as you thought it would be thus far, but you had Simon there to assure it wouldnât be.
The feeling of his fingers moving at a steady rhythm, back and forth with the occasional curl of the pads pressing up against your gummy walls, quickly spiraled into something good, something you didnât hate.
Simon watched you the entire time, and when you gathered the courage to open your eyes and look at him, his smile nearly knocked the air out of your lungs.
âYouâre doinâ good, sweetheart,â he praised, and a whimper left your mouth, causing you to squirm shamefully. âNo, hey, itâs okay. You donât have to be quiet around me, you know that, donât you? Love hearinâ you, always love hearinâ your voice.â
His words caused your breath to quicken at the same time his fingers did, a spark of piping desire and need erupting inside of you, like lava spilling out of a volcano. It filled you to the brim, threatening to explode.
âThatâs it, sweet girl. There you go,â he cooed, further urging you to let out any noises you had been holding back.
Before you could revel in the newfound fulfillment, his fingers slipped out of you, leaving you to whine at the loss. He smiled softly at your pout, lifting his clean hand to smoothen the furrow in your brow.
âI want to be inside you when you cum for the first time,â he explained, and you scrunched your nose up at his choice of words. They were unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, and clearly he found it amusing, judging from the snort that exhaled through his nose. âYou tell me if it gets too much. Promise.â
You released a shaky breath, peering up at him from where he hovered over you, his hand tracing the lines on your face.
âI promise.â
That was all he needed to line himself up with you, gently easing the tip of him inside. It was an uncomfortable stretch, one that had you whimpering in disturbance. Simon shushed you, cradling his hand over your cheek and placing a warm kiss on your nose.
âI know, sweetheart. Tell me to stop. I will.â
You shook your head in protest despite the clear fluster of your emotions. He could see the inner workings of your mind driving themselves into exhaustion, so he grabbed one of your hands that were fisting the tufts of your blanket in a death grip, gently guiding it to the span of his bare shoulder.
âDig your nails in if you have to, pretty girl. I donât mind, hm?â
He knew when you were stimulated, you needed something to grasp and claim as yours. It was the reason you picked at your fingers the way you did, or gnawed on your lip until it was bloodied and raw. Now, he was encouraging you to release that tension, but at his own expense instead. He wanted you to express yourself comfortably.
You did as he said the more he pressed into you. Your nails created sharp indents into his scarred skin, threatening to break and pierce into him. His face showed no discomfort of his own from the sting, instead focused on your own, eyes gazing into yours the entirety of him sheathing himself fully.
Every time your face twitched, he leaned down to kiss it, showering you with his encouragement and pride for you.
When his hips were flush with yours, he stayed still, giving you all the time you needed to adjust.
Your entire body was more full than ever before, and you began to take in that feeling. It was like the world came to a stop and was waiting for your return, remaining patient and kind while you gave in to the fresh feeling of intimacy to its fullest.
âStill good, sweetheart?â he asked, and his voice brushed all the worries away.
âMhm.â
âDoinâ amazing, sweet girl. Mâgonna move now, okay?â
Another nod and he began to guide his hips back, dragging along the inside of your walls before promptly pressing back forward. It left your mind in a frenzy, and the only thing you could do was blink up at him and gasp every time he pushed and pulled in a game of tug of war.
Simon smothered you in affection while he continued to thrust into you, pressing along the spongy spot in your core that had your mind blanking. The blanket beneath you was soft against your skin, and you squirmed against it cozily whenever his thrusts had your body slightly shifting every time his hips slapped into yours, thankful he knew you well enough that he recognized what you needed to feel content.
Pleasure wracked your body, becoming overwhelming hot under the flesh of your skin. It flushed you a sheen a pink, layering you were evidence of your enjoyment, and he pressed daft kisses against the warmth.
The chord was unraveling, and the more it threatened to snap, the more Simon whispered you praises.
âThatâs it, pretty girl. Doinâ so well, it feels good, yeah? You can let go, you can do it.â
With a loud cry, you did, the thin chord breaking in half and snapping, leaving you to burn with unfamiliar euphoria that took over every part of your bloodstream. It warmed you from the inside and out, and when you came down from it, Simon had pulled out, finishing himself off into his hand. When you gave him a confused and rather ruffled look, he smiled.
âDonât think youâll like the feelin', sweetheart,â he noted.
You laid there with an overwhelming flood of satisfaction when he went to clean himself up. When he returned, he had a warm washcloth that he used to carefully clean you up as well, knowing that if the wet, sticky feeling lingered, youâd grow agitated and uncomfortable.
Simon wrapped you up in his arms when all was said and done, making sure to brush away the stray hairs that tickled your forehead and instead tucking them behind your ears. Your mind was on mute, the consistent buzz that always lingered settling into nothingness. Simon tucked you into him, swaddling you with the fuzzy blanket and tugging it up over your ears just the way you liked, before pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead and softly playing with your hair until you were consumed by your own sleepiness.
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geto suguru x fem!reader
synopsis: you are the babysitter to twin girls. their adoptive dad, suguru, is normally dealing with work related issues and comes back one night with a treat.
cw: fem! reader, mdni 18+, explicit language, dilf geto suguru, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (f. receiving), creampie, dirty talking, fingering, squirting, some praising and usage of pet names (geto says princess, baby, and sweetheart, mister and sir are used for geto), you and geto basically fucking and trying to keep quiet while the girls sleep ;P
wc: 3.9k
a/n: hello guys, this is my first oneshot on heređ and if you know me, iâve been obsessing over geto suguru and one of my friends suggested i write about him!! this oneshot isnât proofread so itâs published however i wrote it like. iâll go back soon to check for grammar or typo issues. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy because i know i willđđŻâŒïž
âCome on girls, itâs time for you two to sleep,â you call from the kitchen to the two girls that were sitting by the TV in the living room. After cleaning the table and washing dishes, you went to the girls in order to prepare them for bed.
Grabbing the remote to the TV, one of the girls suddenly whine. âBut I donât wanna sleep. I wanna watch TV still,â Nanako huffs, crossing her arms over her chest in persistence.
âMe too.. I like this show. Please miss Y/n?â the other twin, Mimiko frowns, pressing her stuffed animal close to her.
âIâm sorry girls.. you know your dad gave me your schedules and he firmly said for you two to be in bed by 8:30,â you remind the girls as the remote falls under your grasp and you hit the power button to turn the TV off. âNow if your dad found out I broke one of the rules, he might not let me be your babysitter anymore.â
Their eyes widen in shock and they end up complying to your words. It wasnât necessarily true. Though, their dad would be disappointed, he wouldnât fire you because of it. And thatâs because youâre actually a great babysitter. The previous ones werenât as bad, but the girls didnât necessarily like them until you were hired.
Nanako and Mimiko were quick to like you as their babysitter, in which satisfied their dad and you began babysitting them constantly several weekdays and weekends. It had been three months since, and itâs like you were apart of the family.
Not only that, you were given a good pay every week just to watch and take care of them. He was a single dad, worked 5 days a week to provide for him and the girls, and well, extremely handsome. You were astonished to discover that he didnât even have a partner. He always dismissed it, declaring he was too focused on his work to seek for a relationship.
Unfortunate. You were honestly attracted to him, but you didnât get this job solely because of that. You genuinely needed money to support yourself, and since you had prior skills in taking care of children, you figured itâd be easier to earn that way.
You just happen to become interested in the dude. It was to the point you even started developing some romantic feelings for him. You started imagining yourself with him, with the girls, as a family. Even imagining him pinning you down on his bed and fucking you relentlessly. You felt guilty thinking about it all, but no one had to know.
For now, you hide your true feelings about him but still show your respect and care for him. And you werenât certain but, you even considered that he might have something towards you too.
You tuck the two girls in their individual twin beds, making sure they were comfortable before reading them a bed time story. And when they finally fell into a slumber, you quietly slip out of their room, shut off the lights and close their door.
Venturing back into the kitchen, you decide to grab a small serving of the cookies you three baked for dessert earlier and settle in the living room before their dad got home.
You play on your phone for the remainder of the hour. Scrolling through social media and messaging friends back while munching on the cookies. You glance at the clock several times, reading the numbers before deciding whether to prepare a meal for their father or not. Usually, out of courtesy, you would cook him a simple dinner that he always appreciated by eating and complimenting how well you cooked it.
hello, mister geto. i was wondering if you wanted me to cook dinner for you so that when you get back, it would be ready? you sent him the message, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you waited for a response.
No later than 2 minutes, he replies. no need to worry. iâm getting takeout. thanks though.
Well, you guessed you were able to relax until then, which you found no problem in.
You took this moment to walk around the two story house and explore. Their dad gave you permission to do so, even allowed you to enter all of the rooms besides his unless necessary. You were allowed to touch items but handle them with care or else youâd pay for the damage. You often found yourself in the room where he stores series of novels and single books, and read there while the girls sleep.
This time, you decided to grab one of the books from the Percy Jackson collection and read in the living room before their dad came home. You didnât know how many times youâve read the series, but you enjoyed it, and could read it over and over again with no complaints.
By the time it was 9:30, you could hear the front door to the house click, indicating someone was using a key to open the house. You get up from the couch, deciding to greet their dad by the door. The knob twists and as you approach the large foyer, the door opens and their dad steps into the house.
Geto Suguru is definitely one in a billion. His eyes directly fall onto your figure when the doors open, and he found himself unable to break his gaze until he opens his mouth.
âAh. Y/n,â Suguru was quite surprised with your greeting by the door, but he replaces his expression with a warm smile as he shuts the door behind him. âHow was today? Were the girls good?â
âToday went well, as usual, Mister Geto. The girls were good. Did their homework, had dinner, and are sleeping right now,â you reply as he walks past you to get into the kitchen. He gives you a glance and nods, and you follow him.
âThatâs good, I appreciate it,â Suguru implies as he enters the kitchen, placing the bag of takeout on his kitchen island table. He gives you another look before adding, âwant some?â
âOh- no, thank you. Please, itâs your dinner. You should enjoy it,â you decline with a polite grin as you went to the other side of the island table. Conversations were occasionally like this between the two of you, it may seem awkward, but it didnât feel like it. âHow was work today for you, Mister Geto?â
âWas alright. Just got dragged into some issues. Have to deal with it tomorrow,â Suguru sighs with an irritated groan. He starts untying the knot from the takeout bag and took out the boxes.
âIâm sorry to hear that. Hopefully things will be alright for you,â you reply with a slight frown. âYou know Iâm here to listen to your problems.â
âNo worries, but I appreciate you,â Suguru chuckles softly. âBy the way, you sure you donât want any? I bought too much for one person.â
âIâd feel bad..â
âYou should feel bad for not eating, especially when I offered,â Suguru slides one of the boxes over to you. âCome on. Itâd be our first dinner together.â
You didnât necessarily know how to respond and decide to just comply to his offer. You take the takeout box and a pair of chopsticks. âWell.. thank you, Mister Geto.â
Suguru only nods as a reply and you both start to eat in silence. You notice that he frequently sends you glances. Mind you, youâre wearing a dress. The length was mid-thigh and the attire was mainly for the girls since they wanted to play dress up. His glances caused you to ponder if he was becoming uncomfortable and you decide to bring up the matter but Suguru speaks first.
âThe dress looks beautiful on you,â Suguru blurts out the compliment as your eyes meet his. You were appalled, to say the least. This unexpected compliment caused your heart to skip rapid beats.
âO-Oh.. thank you, sir.. The girls wanted to play dress up, so I came in a dress in order to do that,â you casually explain, trying not to express your fluster due to his words.
Suguru raises a brow, but smiles. âYeah? Iâm glad you and the girls have a close bond. They donât have a mother figure but I believe youâre supporting that role for them. Iâm genuinely grateful for you since I canât always be there for them. And youâre always welcome here, even if you arenât scheduled to babysit them.â
âI really appreciate that. Thank you so much,â you give him a smile. Honestly, how more can this man go to attract you?
âYou thirsty?â Suguru brings up next as he starts walking towards one of the cabinets. He takes out two wine glasses, glancing at you for an answer. âI donât have wine anymore, you fine with some juice or soda and we pretend like itâs wine or whatever?â
You laugh softly. âIâm fine with that.â
Suguru pours juice in the two glasses and hands you one of them. âNext time, Iâll have some wine prepared. Just donât want the girls getting their hands on something they shouldnât be touching.â
âDonât worry, Iâm sure youâll hide them extra careful. Besides, the girls are smart enough not to snoop in areas they arenât supposed to,â you imply and Suguru chuckles, nodding in agreement.
âYouâre right. Next time then.â
âMhm. Next time.â
You and Suguru finish eating shortly afterwards. He remained at the island table, cleaning up the takeout boxes and messaging his employers on his phone. You went to the sink and began washing your glass cup, and afterwards, youâd finally prepare to go back home.
Suguru stood behind, unbeknownst to you. About to turn around in order to fetch his cup to wash, you felt the sensation of his body hover over yours. This feeling caused you to startle, but you remained poised and watch as he placed his empty cup in the sink.
âDonât worry, I got it from here,â Suguru whispers in your ear. It sent shivers down your spine and you turn your head to meet his gaze. He was so close to you. His lips were reachable for you and your heart starts pounding.
âI-Itâs okay.. I should be the one to..â you start to say as your eyes trail from his lips and up to his eyes. â..wash them..â
You and Suguru stood there, locking eyes for who knows how long. It was cliche, but at that moment, you found yourself getting lost in his dark eyes. You felt your face burning and you were certain Suguru could see how flustered youâve become. But you didnât budge, and neither did he.
âMister Geto..?â
âFuck..â Suguru murmurs, finally breaking eye contact but remained in the same position. âSorry if I made you uncomfortable. I justââ
He looks back up at you and the expression in eyes told everything.
In an instant, your lips found your way to his. Suguru immediately kisses you back, wrapping an arm around your waist while yours went around his neck. He gently pushes you against the kitchen island table, and he deepens the kiss with more passionate energy.
You pull Suguru closer, a hand going to grasp his hair as his free hand slithers under your thigh and he grips it. Suguru hoists your thighs up and moves his hand further under your dress.
âGod.. youâre so beautiful. Wanna fuck you so bad, princess,â Suguru mumbles as he pulls away slightly from the kiss.
âW-Want you to fuck me.. Mister Geto..â you whisper through your pants as a smirk forms on his lips. He gives you another kiss, pressing his tongue against yours. You moan against mouth and he pulls away, sliding his hand up to cup your ass.
âYeah?â He replies and you nod, feeling the tip of his middle finger trace the soaked area of your underwear. âAlready so fucking wet, just fâme.â
âY-Yes, sir.â
Suguru then began swirling his finger around your clothed clit, causing you to release a moan. Gosh. The feeling of his fingers just gently touching you already made you a complete mess.
âYou gotta be quiet, sweetheart,â Suguru reminds you as he pushes your underwear to the side.
âMhm.. want you to fuck me with your fingers, sir..â you mumble, still holding him by the neck.
Suguru wastes no time and pushes two of his longer fingers into your dripping pussy. You throw your head back slightly, gasping at the feeling before Suguru latches his mouth on your neck. He begins to pump his fingers in and out of you at a sensual pace, circling his thumb around your clit.
Your hand grabs the edge of the island table for support and the other covers your mouth, refraining your loud moans to echo throughout the house. But it just felt too good, that you could barely hold back.
âYou hear that, princess? You hear how wet you are for me?â Suguru inquires, pulling back and dropping to his knees. His fingers pump a few more time before he lifts the dress up even more. âSuch a pretty pussy.â
âM-Mister Geto..â you moan as you felt his mouth latch onto your pussy. His tongue starts to suck and lick your clit, as he proceeds to slide and curl his fingers in and out of you in a faster pace. âSo good..â
Suguru thrusts his fingers deeper, hitting your spots. He uses his other hand to lift your leg over his shoulder for a better angle before pushing his fingers out. He licks your arousal dripping from your cunt and down your thighs before pressing his tongue into your pussy.
âS-Sir!â you throw your head back as you felt his tongue lick in and all around pussy. He gives a gentle blow to your clit before giving it several kitten licks.
Suguru returns two of his fingers inside of you, curling and pumping them at a quicker speed. Your moans escape from the tip of your tongue just like that. It was music to Suguruâs ears and he wanted to hear your sweet and erotic noises more.
The way your walls clench around his long fingers made him wonder how itâd feel like with his dick. Oh, how he wanted to test it out right now.
âG-Gonna cum.. Mister Geto..â
âCum for me, princess. Cum over my face and fingers.â
A hand goes to grip his hair as he fucks your pussy with his mouth and fingers. Youâre close, feeling his fingers curl in you to rub against your sensitive spots. Suguru quickens his pace so youâd cum faster when hearing your wet pussy squelch and moans get louder, messier.
âFuck, fuck, fuck.. cummingââ you moan out, head falling back and your grip on the kitchen island table tightens as your cum squirts over his fingers and mouth.
Suguru continues to pump his fingers several times as you came, licking all of the juices that dripped from his mouth. He cleans your cum with his tongue, making sure to get every droplet that dropped on your skin.
He gets up, gently pushing his fingers in your mouth in order for you to get a taste of yourself. You suck and swirl your tongue over his fingers and Suguruâs expression turns more cunning.
âDidnât think my kidsâ babysitter was this naughty,â Suguru comments with a chuckle following.
âItâs cause of you..â you murmur as he removes his fingers from your mouth, a string of saliva connected from your tongue and the tip of his fingers.
Suguru leans in to give you another kiss, lifting you off the ground with his strength and you wrap your legs around his waist. Your lips moves against his as he walks the two of you over to the living room, where he lays you down on the couch.
âRemember to keep your voice down, princess,â Suguru mutters as he trails his hand behind your back to the zipper of your dress. He gives you another quick kiss as you nod your head.
Suguru completely unzips your dress and lifts it over your head, tossing it to the side before examining your body with his eyes. âSo perfect,â he says and lowers his body to kiss you again.
He grinds his body against yours and you could feel his bulge press against your clothed pussy. Even under all that clothing, you knew he was big. So big that you didnât know if you could take it.
âNeed you inside of me, Mister Geto. Please,â you whine as his hand slips under your bra to grope your breast.
âYou that impatient?â Suguru chuckles against your skin before pressing several kisses down your neck and chest. But itâs obvious that heâs completely mesmerized. âNeed my dick in you so badly, hm? Iâll give it to you, baby.â
Suguru unzips his pants, taking his hard cock out. It sprung up, already dripping in pre-cum. Your eyes were glued on his dick, mouth practically open. Your pussy quivered with the sight of it, knowing itâd be slipping in and out of you soon, making you beg for more.
He could feel his face flush as quickly takes off his shirt and he begins pumping his cock several times with his hand. âCanât wait to feel your pussy around my cock.â
Suguru slips your underwear off, tossing it to the side with your dress and spreads your legs further apart before aligning the tip of his dick to your entrance. You bite your lip, feeling his tip glide against your wet folds.
âStill so wet..â Suguru murmurs, dick twitching with the feeling of your wet entrance. âBeen waiting for this moment..â
âMe too.. sir..â
He pushes his cock inside of your pussy slowly, feeling your walls clench around him at an instant. You both let out moans, and Suguru lowers his body over you while using both of his hands to grab your hips.
Suguru was big, so fucking big. He stretches you out perfectly, as if your pussy was made just for his cock.
âFuckkk,â Suguru grunts, pushing his entire length into your pussy.
âSo big.. Oh g-god. Mister Geââ
âSuguru. Call me, Suguru,â he interrupts as his face drops to your neck.
âSuguru..â
Hearing you say his name for the first time brought a warm feeling to his heart, it was so soft, sweet and affectionate. The way you looked at Suguru made him wonder if you actually felt the same way about him.
With no hesitation, Suguru thrusts immediately, grunting during the moment when he feels his cock grinding against the walls of your pussy. You cover your moans with your hand, and his thrusts become faster and deeper, hitting every sensitive part of your pussy.
âFuck! Suguru-!â your arms wrap around him, nails beginning to claw his back.
Your moans start to resonate the room, despite trying to lower it, his cock was just too good. He thrusts fast, his balls slapping against your cunt and you swore you could feel him penetrate your womb. The wet and erotic sounds of skin slapping and your wet pussy starts to permeate the room and Suguru covers your mouth with his, refraining your loud moans to travel to the second level of the house.
Suguruâs pounding you so fucking good, just like youâve always imagined him doing. But this was way better than all your imaginations and dreams. Youâre in pure bliss, overwhelmed with the feeling of how good his cock his. Your legs wrap around Suguruâs waist as he thrusts his cock deeper and deeper as he could, enjoying your moans falling into his mouth.
âFuck.. your pussy feels so good princess,â Suguru says as he pulls his lips away from yours.
He slips his cock out before pushing two fingers inside of your pussy and rubbing your clit with his thumb again. He thrusts them several times, getting moans out of you before slipping them out.
Suguru flips your body over, and you prop yourself with your two hands while his hands travels back to your hips. He grips the side of your hips, spreading your ass cheeks before slamming his cock back inside of you, making you wince.
âSuguru!â
This position made you feel him so deep inside. His cock rubs against your g-spot every thrust, making your body tremble and moans escape even more. Suguru noticed this made you louder, and he found it amusing and cute how youâre trying to stay quiet as possible.
Your pussy is clenching him so tight, making him grunt and moan. God, he knew heâd love this feeling. âF-Fuck, princess. Squeeze my cock just like that.â
âS-So close again.. Suguru-â
Suguruâs grip around your hip tightens to the point his hand print was marked and he fastens his pace, his hips slamming into your ass and the couch starts creating squeaking noises. Your upper body drops to the couch, unable to withstand propping yourself up. Your moans are buried within the couch and your back arches more to allow Suguru to fuck you deeper.
He could feel how deep heâs going in your pussy, it drove him insane. Fucking your kidâs babysitter should be the last thing to think of but he couldnât help himself, especially on the first day he met you. For one, all he knew was that he wanted you. Wanted to hear you moan, cry out his name and kiss him. Wanted to cum inside of you and make you squirt. Heâd make you his.
âGonna cum soon, babyâ fuck,â Suguru grunts, lowering his body over yours. One of his hands goes to grab your face, making you turn to face him. You both share a sloppy kiss, moans bouncing off each otherâs tongues.
âWant your cum in me, Suguru..â
âYeah? Gonna pump some into your womb. Gonna make you mine.â
You can barely speak, your mind becomes foggy and your eyes are rolling back. Moans can only tell how youâre feeling, and itâs enough for Suguru to know heâs fucking you the best.
Suguruâs lips trail down your neck and to your shoulders, and he peppers several kisses against your skin. He gently bites the skin of your back, returning his grip to your hips as he quickens his thrust, pounding you from the back.
âFuck, fuck. I-Iâm all yours, Suguru!â you cry out, trying to grip the seat of the couch as you reach your next orgasm.Â
âCumming too, shitââ Suguru grunts, his dick pumping cum into your womb as you squirt over his cock and couch. He gives several slow thrusts, feeling the walls of your pussy pulsating and squeezing all of his cum out.Â
Youâre both panting and sweating, processing the moment that just occurred. Suguruâs cock is still buried deep inside of you, gaining the warm feeling of your pussy. He groans, finally slipping his cock out.Â
His cum mixed with your juices drip out of your pussy, streaming down your inner thigh and onto the couch. Suguru is breathing heavily and he lowers his body in order to press a kiss against your temple.Â
âWanna stay here for the night?â Suguru questions, lips near your ear.Â
âI donât know..â you reply, turning your head to him before he kisses your lips. âI donât have extra clothes.â
âWear mines.â
Suguru kisses you once again, trying to convince you further.
âCome on. Itâs late, besides you and I need a shower. And clean up the mess we made,â Suguru continues with a short chuckle. âPlus, Iâm sure the girls will be thrilled to see you in the morning.â
You thought about it for a moment before nodding your head. âOkay.â
LOAF4U. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.
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Sleepless nights
Natasha Romanoff x reader
Minors dni!! Masterlist°âąâ
Summary - you go on a routine mission which ends badly how will your girlfriend react
Warnings - gunshots, violence, bullet wounds, mention of stitches, likely medically incorrect, blood, hospital? Not proofread
word count - 1.5k
A/n - I dont know what happened while writing this its all a blackout. As always any feedback is rlly appreciated!!!
It was just supposed to be another simple routine mission. Over and done with in a matter of hours. But of course nothing was ever as easy as predicted.
It had all been going with relative ease until you and Clint were fighting off agents left and right. Something you were usually both good at. However where you'd found yourselves was very much enclosed meaning you couldn't run and you had no idea how many or where these agents were coming from. Your backs were against each other as you moved in circular motions around the room.
"You did this you know, everything was going just fine until you said 'wow this mission has been quite the breeze.'" You mimick Clints earlier words in a squeaky high pitched voice while taking out a couple agents. "Couldn't have just waited till we were on the quinjet could you?"
"Look I really thought it was over. At least I wasn't the one who knocked over the vase alerting everyone in the Tri-state area of our location." He pipes back as you both fall into the usual bickering banter you often did, squabbling like small children. You and Clint had always been close and worked well with each other despite the constant pecking at each other. You'd become even closer once you'd gotten together with his best friend Natasha. Well, after he stopped threatening you about breaking her heart that is.
"Okay well atleast I'm not stupid."
"Yeah real mature. What does that even mean?" He retorts back with a chuckle at how quickly you begin to lose an argument and just throw childish insults at him.
"I thought you'd be smart enough to understand a simple senten-.." You trail off as you see an agent aiming at Clint, one he hadn't noticed. Though you considered letting the agent hit him and getting to be considered the better fighter it wasn't worth letting your friend die just to one up him.
"Clint watch out." You yell frantically as you watch the agent take aim. Clint wasn't going to have time to move. You panicked and shoved him to the floor knocking him from the bullet.
You don't think much of it when you don't see the bullet land or even when you vision blurs. It's only you notice somethings up when you see a blood splattering on your hand. Instinctively you look for Clint worried something hit him but you find him staring right back at you. That's when you feel the searing pain from your hip. Placing a hand over it to find out what's wrong, you feel a cold and wet substance spilling from it.
Thats when everything starts spinning. Moving too quick but not fast enough at all. The pain feeling worse, like nothing you've ever felt before as the adrenaline wears off and the severity of the situation sets in.
"Y/n look at me." Clints voice is grounding and calm making you briefly feel better. "There's no agents left okay. We're going to walk together to the quinjet, don't rush yourself it's going to be okay." You nod along even though your unsure you'll be able to walk that far as your vision fades in and on like a flickering TV.
He moves over to you and presses your hand firmly over the wound. "Keep your hand there and apply as much pressure as you can." Despite the way you stumble around as you try to apply any pressure at all to the wound he still sounds calm like he believes you can do this.
His hand hooks around you helping hold you up as the two of you begin a slow walk back. Things aren't looking too bad at first I mean sure you can hardly see infront of you an everytime you open your mouth to speak the only thing that sounds is a groan of pain but your managing it, you feel yourself believe you'll be able to do this walk back.
That is all before you trip over a stone which sends you tumbling onto your front, directly where the bullet wound is is where you hit the hardest when you fall causing you to scream out in pain with a noise you never knew you'd make. Clint immediately tries to pull you back to your feet while telling you how close you are to getting home but it's no use as your body goes stiff, legs refusing to move.
"Natasha is gonna kill me." I mumble half heartedly as he holds me up and my vision fades for what I believe might be the final time.
"Not if she kills me first." He chuckles and that's the last thing you hear before everything goes black.
Two days. Two whole days they said you were out for. You missed two days. Two days where you didn't see Natasha but she saw you, she sat by you every minute she could and when she couldn't sit anymore she slept by you not leaving for a second. She wouldn't even leave your hospital room for food. Clint having to practically force food down her throat so she didn't end up in a hospital bed alongside you.
You blinked awake. You'd been awake about an hour prior but were too drugged up to process anything going on and had quickly fallen back into your slumber. This time you were much more determined to stay awake, that and your pain medication was wearing off and you could begin to feel a sharp pain replacing the previously dull one.
As you woke yourself up to the bright white fluorescent lights of the hospital, those lights which practically felt blinding. Giving you little time to adjust to being awake, Natasha started speaking.
"So what happened?" She sounded angry. A little rough maybe as the Russian tinged her accent slightly in a way you only heard few times. As you located where her voice had come from, a small chair just to the left of your bed. Now that you could see her she seemed more worn out or stressed out the angry. Dark circles lurked under her eyes as her forhead creased showing visible lines.
"Uh.. didn't uhm.. Clint... tell you." You slowly mumble out as you try to push myself into a sitting position but before you can Natasha is up and pushing you back down to lie down.
"The doctor said you can't sit up yet or you'll move the stitches. And no he hasn't explained anything, so you better." She lays your head back on the pillow with such a contrasting softness to the way she's speaking which is almost as if she's interrogating you.
You roll your head over the side to face her as you recount what you remember from the mission. "So basically me and Clint, well especially me are kicking ass knocking these agents to the ground. But then one aims at Clint and I push him out the way and now we're here." You explain the best you can but it's just so difficult when your heads all fuzzy and until five minutes ago you were convinced you were dead. "I thought I was gonna die 'Tasha."
"You shouldn't put yourself at risk like that baby." She says while brushing stray hairs away from your face and back behind your ears. "Things could have been a lot worse.." her voice trails off all usual roughness gone as she appears as if she may break down crying at any second. "I could have lost you."
That's all it takes for you to start crying as hot tears stream your face making it hard to see anything. Seeing your deteriorating emotional state Natasha makes the descion to crawl into the bed next to you. "Oh hush now, it's alright. I was just worried about you lyubov." she coos while leaning over to kiss your dampened cheek.
"I know I know.. I'm just really sorry... I dont ever want to lose you Natasha." Your tears keep falling despite her soft, reassuring words.
"Y/n, I don't want to lose you either. Which is why I think it could be time we retired before either of us do. Of course it's up to you though, I won't pressure you."
It takes you a minute to process her words but when you do your glad for them. You'd been considering at least cutting down your workload recently but hadn't considered Natasha would be open to retirement at such a young age. You can feel your face break out into a small smile as she suggests it herself. Her own face is one of nervous apprehension as she chews on her lip.
"Yes. Please I want nothing more than to retire and with you." You reach in to kiss her face eagerly. Your lips smothering hers in an almost desperate fashion as if you were worried it could be your last.
"If this is what retirement is like I cant wait." She whispers as she pulls away from your lips, nipping them gently first. She cups your face in her hands before leaning back in.
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Pinky Promise 3
Part 1
Part 2
Part 4
Word count: 2K
Pairings: Jake Seresin X Reader
A/N: Round 3 of Pink Promise! I have a few more I want to put out, but if you have something you want to see in them let me know! It's been a lot of fun writing these. Thanks for reading!!
The two of you were sitting around Jakeâs house eating takeout Chinese food. Some old movie was playing on the TV. For some reason Jake preferred the classics but you found them to be incredibly boring. It was often you found yourself in this same position, sprawled out on his couch, sitting in a comfortable silence as you watched another movie you couldnât retell the plot of.
Which is why in that moment you chose to say, âI got into medical school.â
It was nearly comical watching him choke on the spoonful of rice. He sat up and looked over to you, still coughing up those last pieces. âIâm sorry. What did you just say?â The look he gave you was disbelief mixed with something else. Something you hadnât seen before.
âI donât think I stuttered.â You took a bite of an egg roll and waited for his mind to catch up.
âMedical school? For doctors?â You couldnât help but smirk at his choice of questions. âYes, like for doctors. I thought pilots were supposed to be smart?â
He shook his head and laughed, âWhen the hell did you have time for that?â
You finished off the egg roll and shrugged your shoulders, âWhat do you think I do all day while youâre at work?â
This path you took was one you had been on for a while Everyone saw you as the girl who parties, the one who doesnât care about the outcome of her decisions. But it couldnât be farther from the truth. And instead of showing people how wrong they were about you, you let them form their very low opinions. Pleasing people was never one of your strong points and a few judgmental comments werenât going to tear you down.
Jake was clearly still processing things but paused the movie to give you his full attention. What he said next though, nearly made you cry right then and there.
âI am so proud of you, sweetheart. Holy crap you are going to be a doctor.â He got up and pulled you into a tight hug. It was then the look on his face made more sense. It was a look of pride, and one you hadnât gotten before.
âTell me all about it. Where are you going? When do you start?â His enthusiasm for this made you feel something that part of you was afraid to feel. This man was slowly becoming your best friend, which is why you pushed down all other feelings. No need to ruin a good thing.
âWell, I decided I wanted to stay close to home and was lucky enough to get into the University of California San Diego. My GPA was a little short of what they wanted, but I killed the interview. Something about your dad dying while fighting for his country tends to pull on heartstrings.â
Jake shook his head, âYou did not pull that card.â
You waved a hand at him, âPlease. I would be dumb not to. I also threw in about staying close to the base in case anything happened to Bradley. And that I might follow in the family footsteps one day.â
Jakeâs head tilted at the last part. âYou are not enlisting. I draw the line at that.â
You rolled your eyes at him, âDown tiger. All I meant was that I would want to work at a hospital close to base. The one all of you get sent to when something goes wrong.â
Relief was evident as he exhaled. âI donât think the military could handle you anyway.â
It was true. You were never one to follow orders well. Plus having a third Bradshaw in the Navy would be too much for anyone.
You picked the remote back up and resumed the movie. While Jake thought this was a big deal, you were ready to get back to the movie night. You still had a few months until school started anyway.
The movie had been playing for a few minutes, but you could feel eyes on you every now and then. âIs something the matter?â
You glanced over to the man next to you and watched him shake his head. âNothing. You just keep surprising me, thatâs all.â
âWell, either turn your attention back to this movie or Iâm putting something better on. Maybe something made in this decade.â A chuckle graced your ears and a quick, âYes maâam.â
It wasnât until the credits were running that he said, âYou better not forget about me when you become a big shot doctor.â
âI donât think I could forget about you even if I tried.â And it was the truth. That one drunken call has led you to one of the best things in life.
âPinky promise you wonât.â He had his signature smirk on full display as he held out his pinky for you to shake on. You happily gave him yours, thrilled that the Top Gun pilot has accepted this form of promises.
When he pulled away, he asked, âWhat made you want to become a doctor?â It was a simple question with a very loaded answer.
âWhen my mom was sick, it was just me and her most of the time. Bradley was off at the academy, something she wouldnât tell him but absolutely hated. And I found myself wanting to give her some sort of joy to offset my brotherâs choices. I made her a promise that I was going to graduate and get a degree in something. Something that would make a difference. It took a while to figure out what that was, but the look of pride on her face when I said medical school, I only wish I had a photo of that single moment.
âWhen there were days I questioned if I could do it or if I even still wanted to, I think back to that conversation and all doubts went out the window. There are very few things in life I want more than graduating from med school which is why I worked so hard to even get it.â Jake wiped a tear that I didnât know had fallen.
âShe wouldâve been happy that you accomplished a goal while still holding onto yourself. That you had fun while doing it. Not too many people can find that balance which tells me you are going to do amazing. But if you ever need some sort of motivation or a simple distraction from school, you can call me anytime sweetheart.â
And just like that, you knew Jake Seresin was going to be in your life for as long as you could keep him.
After the incident a little while back, your brother made an effort to be more present in your everyday life. Which meant he was currently over at your apartment criticizing how you were making dinner.
âAt any point you can either cook yourself or shut up.â Bradley held up his hands in surrender.
âAll Iâm saying is that you are going to burn the bottom of it if you donât stir it more often.â You turned around from the food and pointed the utensil in your hand at him. Which just so happened to be a knife.
âListen here bird boy. My house, my rules which means you can sit your judgmental ass down before I do something you canât bounce back from. Last I checked you needed all ten fingers to fly.â
Again, he held up his hands and thankfully kept his mouth shut while you finished up. It wasnât too much longer before you were dishing out food for the two of you and sitting down to eat it like a normal family. The two of you sat in silence while you ate, neither of you knowing what to say.
It was like this most nights. After your mom died Bradley threw himself into his work, leaving you to fend for yourself. It wasnât anyoneâs fault but the two of you grew apart as the years went on, leaving you to call your brother only when you needed help. This is what formed his new picture of you. He only saw you when you were at your worst.
But he was trying and the least you could do was meet him halfway.
âYou know how you see me as careless and not at all organized with life?â You watched as your brother sighed and shook his head.
âWe have gone over this. That is not how I see you. We just have different goals in life and thatâs fine.â You waved him off.
âRight. Well, I am pleased to tell you that Iâm not as big as a fuck up as you might think. I start med school in a few months.â Bradley dropped his spoon, sending food splattering on the counter.
You watched his facial expressions, looking or hoping for the one you got the other day from Jake. It wasnât that you needed the validation from your brother, but it would be nice to see it for once.
âMed school? The school where you go to become a doctor?â You snorted at the similar question Jake had asked.
âWhat is with pilots and their lack of common sense. Yes, Bradley. The school for doctors.â You grabbed a napkin to wipe up the drops of food while he tried to form words.
âHow?â You froze at that single word. It shouldnât surprise you, the lack of faith this man had in you. But it still stung.
âThe same way anyone gets in. Ace a test, get decent grades, and interview well. Not too hard when you think about it.â Which wasnât exactly true. You had a lot of all-nighters, tears shed at the near impossible dream, and many bumps along the way. But you had to do it.
âMom and dad would be proud of you.â Your eyes met his and you saw something different in them. It wasnât the pride you were looking for but sadder. Like the weight of those words cut through him.
âI know. I was always trying to follow in your footsteps, even if I did take a longer path. But you know dad wouldâve been ecstatic to see you wear the patch he tried so hard for. And mom, well mom wouldâve eventually gotten over her fears of you being a pilot and saw how you were born for this. You know that, right?â
He cleared his throat and focused back on his food. âAnyone else know? Itâs a pretty big deal.â
You picked up on the change of topic and said, âYour arch nemesis knows. Besides that, the friend list is pretty scarce these days.â
He slowly nodded his head, âYou seem to spend a lot of time with him.â
âHeâs a good friend. No need to look too far into it. I know the two of you have your issues, but heâs never given me a reason to question his intentions.â
Bradley hummed in response, but he didnât fully believe you when it comes to only being friends. Heâs seen the way Jake is at work, but with you he was completely different. You might not see it or are trying to ignore it, but he knew better.
âAre you and him still at each otherâs throats?â Bradley rolled his eyes, âItâs not my fault he thinks heâs better than everyone else. Heâs insufferable.â
You grabbed the finished plates and took them to the sink. âYou know what would get under his skin? If you laughed at everything he said. I think that would rile him up good.â
Bradley squinted his eyes at you, âI thought the two of you were friends? Why would you tell me that?â
You shrugged your shoulders, âHe is always listening to me complain about you. This way he can do it for once so itâs more even.â
Bradley threw his napkin at you and shook his head, âYouâre a jerk, you know that?â
You threw him one of Jakeâs signature smirks, âBut Iâm your jerk.â
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SWEET LIKE VANILLA, M. VERSTAPPEN.
PAIRING. female reader x max verstappen.
SUMMARY â You send Max some ice cream from your brotherâs company.
GWENâS RADIO MESSAGE. i saw a lot of people talking on tw about charles sending max some of LEC ice cream for him to try and i thought. . . why not write that with reader? so here we are. hope you like this silly little thing. comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
âHey,â You say, scrolling through your phone as your brother flops down next to you. âCould you give me a box of the Vanillove ice cream?â
Charles looks at you for a minute without saying anything, until he shrugs and focuses on the TV. âI thought you hated vanilla.â
âWell, yours is pretty good so,â You shrug, turning to look at him with a pout on your lips and puppy eyes. âWould you do that for your favorite sister?â
âYouâre my only sister.â He says, rolling his eyes. âAnd youâre annoying, but you also know I canât say no to you.â
âSay no to what?â Arthur pops up from behind the kitchen counter. What is he doing? You donât know.
âTo give me a box of ice cream.â
âYou say you couldnât do that!â
âOf course I can, I just didnât want to do it for you.â Charles laughs, dodging the water bottle your younger brother throws at him. âAre you two going to the masters this Sunday, right?â
âYes!â Arthur shouts before disappearing into his room.
âWho is going to the masters again?â Leo wakes up from his nap next to you and climbs on your lap, demanding attention.
âWell, I think Enzo and Charlotte. Lando, Arthur.â He says, checking something on his phone before saying, âAnd Max.â
Your heart skips a beat at the mention of Max Verstappen.
The thing is, ever since you decided to partner with Joris and help with whatever thing he and Charles needed and, of course, his social media, youâve been traveling with them since Las Vegas last year. Which means that youâre a constant presence on the paddock these days. And, thanks to that, youâve become very close with some of the drivers, especially with one more than the others.
You werenât looking for it, it kind of just happened when you bumped into him at a nightclub in Las Vegas after your own brother ditched you to make out with some random guy in the bathrooms. Max was kind enough to keep you company and then, when your brother stumbled out of the bathroom too drunk to remember his own name, he drove you both back to your hotel. He even made sure you were in your room before saying goodbye and going to his own hotel.
From then on you couldnât stop bumping into him literally everywhere, so, it was only natural that youâd start making conversation, then following each other on Instagram was just as natural as moving the conversation to text messages (it was easier).
Your friendship has developed so much that youâve been running together around Monaco lately, after you bumped into him at seven in the morning, surprised to see him running the same path as you.
And if you had a crush on the Red Bull driver before you started to be friendly with each other, well, nobody needs to know that â especially not your brothers or youâll never hear the end of it. It was hard to act normal around him at first. You were just a girl with a crush, after all. But things have become a lot easier with time to the point of forgetting about the big, fat crush you have on the Dutchman. Well, that is until he does or says something that has you blushing and stuttering and acting like a complete fool in front of him.
Knowing that Max is going to be there this Sunday is equally mortifying, and exciting.
âOh, okay.â You smile, scratching behind Leoâs ears while your brother has his eyes on you. âIâm coming, by the way.â
Charles hums, âThe box is going to be here tomorrow.â
Your belly erupts with butterflies at the thought of what youâre about to do with that box of ice cream.
Itâs Sunday, sunny and everyone is wearing their best clothes while waiting for the match to start.
Youâre standing next to Lando, who is talking to Charles about the next race, when you see Max Verstappen coming in.
Heâs wearing some blue navy linen pants with a white button down of the same material, a pair of dark sunglasses and his singular smirk.
Max is greeted by your older brother, who is quick to engage in conversation about some random thing you canât hear from where you are standing.
But then heâs excusing himself and walking over to you.
You donât know if heâs actually looking at you thanks to the sunglasses covering his eyes, but you feel small and shy nonetheless.
âHey, mate.â Lando claps his shoulder, making space for Max to stand between you and him.
âHey,â This time you know heâs looking at you because his entire body is turned in your direction.
âHey, Maxie.â You say, the corners of your mouth curling up. âNice clothes.â You cringe the second the words leave your lips. Nice clothes, really?
Max just chuckles before looking over to your brother. âHey, Charlie. Thanks for the ice cream.â
Oh. My. God.
Shit.
Fuck.
You had forgotten about that.
Well, no. You hadnât forgotten about it because, in fact, you've been thinking about the box of LEC ice cream that you sent Max all week.
You didnât think he was going to bring it up, because you were sure he was going to think that Charles was nice enough to send his friend some of his ice cream. Or even that it was some PR move from his part.
However, he brings it up in front of you. And Lando. And the owner of the ice cream who doesnât know anything about it. All he knows is that you wanted some vanilla ice cream because you said you liked it.
âWhat are you talking about?â Charles asks, confused. âItâs not being sold in Monaco yet.â
Itâs Maxâs turn to look confused. âWhat?â He takes off his sunglasses. And youâre not at all ready to see his deep blue eyes, so you avoid looking up at him. âYou sent me a box of⊠Vanillove is it called? I didnât know you knew I only liked vanilla.â
You want to die. You want for the earth to swallow you right now.
âMax,â Charles says at the same time you look at him, eyes pleading not to say anything. âWhat?â He asks you, eyebrows raised in question.
And then you have two more pairs of eyes on you.
You decide, right at that moment, that youâre not going to talk to Charles ever again. Why does everyone talk about that silent connection between siblings where they know what is going on with just a look? Because you, certainly, donât have it with Charles.
Lando snorts, hands immediately covering his mouth. He looks at you, amusement on his face.
Oh, that is just great. Lando knows.
And your brother still has no clue, âWhat happens?â He asks again, this time grabbing your arm softly to make you look at him, but your sandals are more interesting.
âThe match is about to start.â
Thank God for Lorenzo. You could kiss him just because he came at the right moment to save you from embarrassing yourself even more without even knowing.
Everybody talks and moves at the same time, making their ways over the seats.
âHey,â Max touches your shoulder, making you turn around. âAre you okay?â Max touches your forehead with the back of his hand and you pray to all the gods above that he doesnât notice you shivering because of it.
âOh, yeah, itâs just the sun. It is a little hot.â You smile, dismissing the topic with a wave of your hand.
âIâll get you some water,â He drops his hand and you immediately miss his warmth. âsave me a seat?â
You feel your heart hammering in your ears as you nod, walking away with his question and the little smile that came with it replaying in your head.
You find your seats behind Arthur and his girlfriend, in the rows next to yours separated by the stairs is Charles and Lando, yapping like their lives depend on it, next to them is Lorenzo and Charlotte.
Youâre thinking about what to say to Charles because he is, eventually, going to ask you about what is going on and you know he will not rest until you give him an answer. You are a shitty liar, so you need to practice.
Max calls your name, drawing your attention back to the present.
âYou have your head in the clouds today.â He hands you a water bottle and you take a long sip, trying to gain some control over yourself.
âIâm sorry.â
âWill you tell me what is going on?â Max looks intently at you, a small smile still on his lips.
You sigh. Well, he needs to know, right? You owe him that.
But then, Max is leaning closer and pushing a strand of hair out of your face, resting his hand in the back of your neck and stroking ever so softly.
âYou smell,â He says, closing his eyes for a second and inhaling. âsweet like vanilla.â
His words send a thrill down your spine, words stuck in your throat. Max expression softens, mixed with something you canât describe.
He rubs his thumb gently over the sensitive skin of your neck.
âYou sent the ice cream, didnât you?â
You take a sharp intake of breath.
The closeness and the warmth emanating from his body along with his touch are making your brain go fuzzy at the edges.
âY/N?â He smiles at you when you make eye contact, his blue eyes deep as the ocean. âIt was you?â
You nod, blood rushing to your cheeks. âYes.â You breathe, embarrassed and shy and feeling like an idiot.
âI knew it.â He says, chucking. You tilt your head to the side in a silent question. âI told you about my favorite ice cream flavor just a few weeks ago. And suddenly I have a box full of vanilla ice cream from LEC?â Max pulls his hand away, but is still close to you. âI mean, Charles and I are friends but weâre not that close.â
âOh, God.â You hide your face behind your hands. âI was going to tell you. Eventually.â
âWhy didnât you?â
You look at him from between your fingers. âI donât know.â
Max sighs, lopsided grin plastered on his face. âNow you have to come to my apartment and help me with them. Itâs a lot for one person.â He shrugs, trying to look nonchalant but you see the blush quickly spreading over his cheeks.
âI would love to.â
Max flops his head on your shoulder and gazes up at you with those big blue eyes of his. âIt is a date.â
Max definitely doesnât need to know that you hate vanilla ice cream.
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Hello! I just found your blog a couple days ago and I love your stuff!! I like that you mark everything as either being romantic or platonic (as an aromantic, I would like to say you are a saint for doing that) , and all the little pictures and memes bring me immense joy
I was wondering if you could do a platonic alastor x reader where reader makes/made a deal with Alastor. Like full on, sold-their-soul-to-him, no-takesies-backsies kind of a deal.
And like, maybe Alastor doesn't care about them that much at first, but they slowly grow on him? And reader doesn't like alastor that much either, but they have the same dark, chaotic energy and they just sorta click eventually. (and maybe some Rosie in there too??)
Omg you're so sweet for this đ Some of the platonic ones are my FAVE! Plus, I get that not everyone is looking for romance đ€§
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
Plus a little Rosie X Reader
âïžRomantic
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ïžPlatonic
TW: Cartoonish antics, little bit of violence, Alastor being Alastor, Reader lost their soul
Description: âïžâŹïž
You didn't think Alastor was serious when he said he wanted your soul, who tf does that??
Alastor, that's who, you dummy
To be fair, you totally thought you were going to win but imagine your shock when chains suddenly appeared on you like a leash
Bullshit bullshit bullshit
He has you working at the hotel with Husk and Niffty but you go out of your way to mess things up for him
If you're gonna be his pet then you're going to be a nightmare pet
Maybe he'll decide you're not worth the trouble and give your soul up?? That's a thing that happens right?
So you do little things to fuck with Alastor, big enough to annoy him but subtle enough to be an accident
He wants you to make him tea? Oops!! You've poured salt instead of sugar and now he's choking down salty tea because he's too proud to admit you pulled one over on him
Not him giving you a death glare from over his cup
"How is it~?"
"Delightful."
He wants you to wash the dishes? Fine but you're going to drop and break his favorite mug and every replacement he gets
You're so clumsy
You have to carry his bags?? Fine then-
No, you know what? Niffty can carry the bags she's much more strong and sturdy than she looks
You're no fun
The point is, if Alastor is going to make your life miserable because he owns your soul, you're going to give it right back
You don't even make the punishments fun for him
He doesn't stop seeing you as his worst deal until your both suddenly faced against the same foe
Some idiot Vox hired to pick a fight with Alastor and for some reason Alastor picked you to handle it
Watching you play with your prey reminded Alastor of himself, giving him a few good chuckles
By the time you were done, your opponent had practically pissed themselves to death, terrified by your maniacal nature
After the fight while you're being patched up, you and Alastor share a few laughs as you retell what happened
And then you two laugh about Vox
And then you two laugh about how your opponent died
Nobody else is laughing you sick fucks
There's a change in your dynamic after that day, the two of you becoming partners in crime
Those pranks and punishments you two used to use on each other? Now you're combining forces to use them on everyone else
Everyone thought things would be better once you two put aside your differences
But this is so much worse
They find excuses to just send you two out of the hotel so they can have some peace and quiet
You just feed off each other's worst energies and keep making each other worse
The only mitigating force for you two is Rosie, she's the only one who can get you two to slow it down
"Alright! Hold it!"
Not the two of you being scolded by her, looking like two little kicked puppies because Rosie won't let you two blow up a shop
But the owner is so sleazy!!!
No, you two can't pretend to be repairmen so you can break into people's homes and destroy their tvs
She won't even let you write fake fan mail to Vox, slowly gaining his trust as his number one fan only to shatter his heart in some devastating and public way
Wtf is wrong with you two
She just knows how best to handle the two of you and doesn't really mind how twisted the two of you get to be
She finds it adorable
You are besties by that point, an unstoppable force that wreaks havoc on anything in your path
Oh and sweet Rosie is there too
Holding the leashes for you two
You almost forget he owns your soul and so does he most days, the two of you seeing each other more and more as equals
Or at the very least, friends đ§Ą
Maybe you've earned your soul back
Nah, keep it
This was so fun! I really hope you liked it!
#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin hotel x reader#alastor hazbin x reader#alastor x reader#hazbin x reader
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It's not really my business, but honestly it feels like it would be advisable to hire a copyright lawyer. Like I don't feel like you're in it for the money, but it might be gratifying to have the guy milking your idea at least have to formally acknowledge you. I think I'd do it just for the peace of mind to know if I've been "legally" wronged or not. Either way, hope you continue to inspire, and live out a peaceful life.
(In reference to this post about the guy who pretends to have invented âElder Teletubbies,â specifically how he is now kickstarting DnD minis of them.)
Ha, well, itâs all a little tricky I think. I might, hilariously, post on the r/legaladvice Reddit (even though theyâre all cops lol) because the only thing I want here is for him to stop selling my âtransformative work,â and ideally to stop pretending he invented it (which might be difficult as he appears to fully believe his work is creatively independent.)
I think if anything, my post counts as protected commentary or a transformative work of BBCâs Teletubbies, and I think itâs stinky to profit on that stuff in general (like Iâm 190% okay with buying LotR fanart on stickers ! but I wouldnât dream of trying to publish a fic with the serial numbers filed off. Why?)
I think ultimately Iâm not a grifter, Iâm a grownup, and I think itâs several levels of eye roll to sell fanart of a tv show on this level. I would be embarrassed to touch money made on that. Iâm too fucking scrupulous and artisanal. I have toyed with a silly original novel for funsies since 2019 but keep saying things like, âoh, people will think this is too similar to something else that already existsâ as if a silly original novel I write for fun has to somehow pass a Bar of Originality higher than anything salary-writers aim for.
Iâm also pretty anti-intellectual-property myself in that leftist sense where I donât believe people should be acting as if creative works are, like, oil. Like the resource extraction angle of intellectual property freaks me out, I donât think getting super high-horse and snotty about Magical Brain Property is entirely compatible with the artisanal temperament I personally got going on here. I am like snufkin about this, simply smoking a pipe and making a flower crown saying âpoor fools! Producing works for market, and serving as the guard dogs of the market, lest their work lose value if it becomes more common!â I do not have a high horse. I am not going to post 6900 words about the importance of defending fucking⊠Mickey Mouse. I buy those lotr stickers on Etsy! I do have a horse, but itâs a pretty low horse.
If it was his own work I would not care about this guy doing this in the least (apart from loftily calling it stinky - but hey, nerds are common and nerds are stinky, itâs not rare) IF he wasnât STEALING FROM MY ANTI-COMMERCIALISATION DREAM TO DO IT.
Thatâs the bit that PISSES ME OFF too much to ignore: that and accepting compliments for being original like đ yes my twisted mind did this idk lol.
Like if you asked him point blank about the artistic choices heâd be like idk my twisted mind just sees the Teletubbies this way teehee! but if you ask ME why, for example, the adult Teletubbies live in the forest Iâll explain that in 2017 I was at a major life crossroads and this dream was ABOUT that. It was goodbye to my identity as a foreigner from the pine forests, and full steam ahead to settling permanently in the fucking shire (where the baby teletubbies on the bbc show live). It was about going back to work having had my first child, and saying goodbye to my various career dreams for myself (famous scientist! Published author!) as I chose instead, finally, the responsibility of working humbly as a public servant for the actual good of society. It is about witnessing the wild and saying âI am not of it, but it is my job to be its witness and voice.â Thatâs why the adult Teletubbies are dancing in my native forests while Iâm watching them from the English hills. This guy doesnât know that he just vaguely heard âspooky forest cryptidâ and didnât develop it at all, I do more work than that with FANFICTION in my time off!!!
So itâs really about nebulous stuff and ethics and not something worth paying a lawyer for I think!
But thank you so much for this, I think the thing that gets most perennial about it is the TOTAL GASLIGHTING of the âoutside worldâ of the rest of the internet like, fully believing they invented this, and they DIDNT. Theyâre so wrong on the internet and they donât know
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*spoilers for One Day*
For people saying âitâs tragic, Dex and Em only got 3 years togetherâ no. They got 15 years together.
Glossing over the span of their life together to sum it up as âonly 3 years togetherâ misses all the love and time they had together that wasnât solely romantic.
Why is their relationship only âimportantâ or âcountsâ when itâs a romantic one? Maybe there was always romantic love buried in there or growing steadily but there was a whole lot of platonic love there too.
For 15 years they were the most important person in the world to one another, they described each other as their âbest friendâ and the person they reached out to at every high and low moment. And for the last 3 of those years they were also a couple.
There are loads of examples of Dex reaching out to Em when heâs at his lowest: the last birthday with his mum, then heâs reeling from his divorce, when heâs scared people will hate him on TV. And you *could* read that as pathetic and Em being his emotional crutch, with Dex latching into her. But you could *also* see that as when youâre struggling and low, you just want your best friend. Because they *get* you. And part of being a best friend is being there in those low moments.
And Em has done the same with Dex, just in different ways. That first year out of uni Em had no idea what she was doing; in a job she couldnât wait to leave, a relationship that didnât make her happy, not sure where she was going in life or what she was doing. Em writes to Dex often, and doesnât need him to reply to her, just to read her letters and be *her* emotional crutch and person to vent to.
Even at that breakup-dinner, Em has things she âneeds to talk aboutâ and sheâs reached out to Dex to do it. We donât see her discussing it with Tilly, we see her trying to talk about it with Dex. Sheâs at arguably her lowest moment (hates her job, hates her partner, hates her home) and she wants her best friend to listen to her. Just like he did when she was 24 and thinking about giving up and leaving London, and Dex convinced her to stay and keep going.
So they are emotional crutches *to one another*. Thatâs also part of being someoneâs best friend.
And for all the low moments Dex also wanted to share his best moments with her too: when heâs excited about the TV pilot he calls Em to say âthe only person I want to share this with is youâ, and begs Em to find a way to be there. Yes this is also him dismissing and ignoring her achievements, yes this is self absorbed and rude and at the height of his egomania, but in that moment of triumph he only wants his best friend there with him.
When they see one another again at Tillyâs wedding Em is brave and self assured when she reveals sheâs âthought of you every day, missed you every dayâ, and that even though they are friends again now the fact that Dex will have a wife and child âfeels a bit like loosing you all over again. Because people with families have different prioritiesâŠâ Thatâs how close they were before.
The sentiment that âwe grew up togetherâ is really true, for the both of them. They were very different people throughout their lives, and if they had tried to be a romantic couple earlier there is no guarantee that version of them would have lasted the course.
Would Emma have stayed with a peak-of-his-tv-fame Dex, partying and living life âto the fullâ? Or would they have explosively ended and decided they were too different for one another for it to ever work?
Would Dex have even tried for a career in TV or a full year of travelling if heâd become a couple with Emma after Uni? Or would he have done something else but grown resentful of what-could-have-been?
If they had sorted out their issues and apologised after their fight and Em had left Ian, would Em have found the strength to turn rock bottom into a spring board and finally write her book? Would she have even hit that bottom at all? Or would the hook have remained a pipe dream while she continued as a teacher, happy with Dex but professionally unfulfilled?
We will never know what could have been, and that doesnât necessarily make those alternatives the âbetterâ option that they âmissed out onâ.
Maybe they would only ever have had 3 years together as a couple and getting it in their mid 30âs the way they did was their most mature and peaceful version.
So yes at times their relationship feels like itâs moving toward the inevitable conclusion of a romantic partnership. But the time before they get there wasnât wasted or unimportant or unnecessary. And they were always together.
#one day netflix#one day#emma morley#dexter mayhew#friendship#platonic love#romantic love#star crossed lovers#I just get frustrated when people boil âthey always loved one anotherâ down to âoh so it was romantic from the start and never changedâ#like bitch the power of friendship??#the bonds of brother/sisterhood and all that jazz#to say nothing of platonic soulmates#or love that changes and grows#spoilers
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