#i just don't like it. but that's totally okay!!

[captain-huggy-bear]

The Little Things Mean A Lot

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a little emotional but this is just fluffy and super soppy.

Summary: Sometimes it's the small things that make you fall in love all over again, like your favourite Singapore chowmein from your favourite Chinese takeaway after a long day of teaching and parent's evening.

Notes: I have 2 parents evenings this half-term and a late open evening thing and I really hate the late evenings, and they're always on a middle of the week day where you have to get up and teach the next day while exhausted 😴

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

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Teaching has always been a love-hate profession for you. You enjoy it, of course you do, but it's a lot of work and stress on the best of days and it's only made harder whenever you have a late evening like tonight. 'Parent consultation evening' also known as parent-teacher conference, parent's evening or the night that teacher's dread because they can't leave school until 8pm and just want to go home after teaching all day.

They're not terrible, you have to admit as you finish your last appointment at 8.01 pm. Parents are general complimentary to you and a lot of the issues you have with kids get sorted out simply by talking to their parents and getting the chance to show them their work or lack of. It helps that since Covid your appointments are online, so parents can't go over their time slot. But, you'd been out of the apartment since 6am and taught a full day of lessons, plus teaching your club and then you spent the last 3 hours talking non-stop to parents. So, yes, they weren't terrible, but you were exhausted and really ready to go home and fall into bed. You were ready to see Quinn or at least curl up next to him under the duvet.

Even collecting all your things together and putting on your coat felt like a chore. You tried to do it quickly, your work laptop shoved into your backpack without care, your water bottle, now empty, collected and your lanyard thrown into the bottom of your bag where you'd likely complain that you couldn't find it tomorrow.

The corridor is empty, dark as you make your way to the front doors of the school, passing a few other classrooms still with their lights on as the last remaining teachers finish their evening off. You wave at a few of your colleagues who catch your eye through their doors, but don't stop, determined to get away as quickly as possible. It's always a little eerie leaving school when it's dark out and barely anyone is around, like something out of a horror movie.

You slip your phone out of your pocket dialling Quinn on instinct, it barely rings before he answers.

"Hey, baby." His voice not even a little bit groggy, telling you that he's stayed up for you again and hasn't had a nap. No matter how many times you tell him he can go to sleep if he wants, he always stays up until you're home and have eaten. Even if he's had a long day.

"Hey..." You practically sigh out, tiredness infecting your tone, "I'm just walking to my car now, should be back at the apartment in 20 minutes if the traffic isn't too bad." The car park is practically pitch black and you're thankful for Quinn's voice on the other end of the line and the fact your car isn't too far from the doors.

"Okay, baby, drive safe, yeah? It's been icy, so don't rush." Quinn would know, he'd woken up way too early that morning, before even you, to scrape the ice off your car and make sure you didn't have to do it yourself. It had been a little thing that morning that had made your day easier but also made you love him just a little more. He knew how much you hated being even 10 minutes later to work than you normally were, your routine being put off would mess your day up, so he didn't mind keeping it on track for you. Even if it changed his routine in the process.

Your car is freezing when you get in, rushing to turn it on and get the heating going, practically shaking in your big coat and scarf, "I know, I promise I won't rush. I love you." You put your seatbelt on, turning the headlights on as you think about how glad you're going to be when you open the apartment door to Quinn.

"I love you too. See you soon." His voice is soft and it's hard to do but you say your goodbyes and hang up the call, setting your music to play and making sure you have everything with you before you set off.

The drive is uneventful thankfully, no real traffic and no real issues other than the hungry rumbling of your stomach and the tired blinking of your eyes. You've never been more thankful for the lack of traffic than when you pull into the apartment parking lot and into your designated space.

There's a moment, after you put your car in park, where you simply turn your car off and close your eyes. Needing a moment to decompress and get your bearings even as you can feel yourself starting to nod off. This moment is interrupted by a startling knock on the window of your car door that has you jumping out of your skin, hand clasping your chest. You look, only to see Quinn, bundled up in a hoodie outside your door, hands in his pockets, looking sheepish at having scared you.

You shake your head at him through the window, but let him open your car door for you. You don't protest when he walks around to the passenger side and grabs your work bag for you and you say very little, just melt into his side when he wraps his arm around you to usher you to the door of your apartment building.

You let him practically support your body weight on the way up to the apartment, feeling for the first time that you can relax. It's silly really, how easy it is to shut off around Quinn, barely looking where you're going because you know he'll steer you in the right direction, knowing he won't let you walk face first into a wall.

When Quinn finishes unlocking the front door, the first thing you notice is how warm the apartment is like he's put the heating on especially for you. You were always cold while he always claimed he was fine.

You toe your shoes off at the door, turning to watch as Quinn is much more careful with your work bag than you would be, placing it down by the front door and kicking off his shoes. His hair is at that gorgeous length where when he turns to look at you it practically flips like Prince Charming.

"Go take a shower, baby, I've already made your lunch for tomorrow and I'll sort dinner while you get comfy." It shouldn't make you feel like crying or get emotional but it does because he knows how much you hate making your lunch for work when it's late and he knows how tired you are after a parent's evening. He knows that if it's not made it'll put off your whole morning routine and he knows that that'll ruin your entire Friday. It just reminds you how much he does for you without fussing about it or expecting praise. How well he knows you.

You can't help but wrap your arms around his hoodie swamped frame, pressing your face into his chest for a few moments as you squeeze him as tight as you can, breathing in his cologne, and just enjoying being close to him for the first time in hours.

When you finally look up at him, you rest your chin on his chest, eyes soft as they meet his green ones, "I love you, what would I do without you?"

"You'd be fine, you know it." Yeah, you would. You'd make your own lunch and find your own dinner and scrape ice off your car by yourself, but you'd just be fine...you wouldn't be happy, you wouldn't be thriving. You squeeze him a little tighter around the waist, Quinn's own arms wrapping around you snuggly.

"Then why do it for me?" You ask the question even though you know the answer, because you want to hear him say it, because you love to hear him say it.

"Just because you can do this stuff doesn't mean you have to, I love you...so I want to make your life easier..."

You practically grin up at him, his answer the usual one, one you've heard time and time again but that you love every single time. "I love you too, baby." You reach up to press a kiss to his chin, lips moving across to his cheek, any available skin coming under assault.

He laughs loud, head reeling back to escape you, "Okay, okay! That's enough, you need to go shower! Go!" Quinn pulls out of your arms, struggling to free himself and when he finally does he sends a playful slap to your arse that has you laughing as you leave him, even tired, you can't help but feel slightly rejuvenated in Quinn's presence, like he gives you an energy boost.

You try not to take too long, cutting your shower short out of exhaustion and hunger before throwing on your most comfortable t-shirt and short combo. Your hair is wet, still dripping when you come back out to the kitchen area, the smell of Chinese food hitting you and forcing a grumbling gurgle from your stomach.

"Hungry?" Quinn laughs, looking up from where he's plating up the food. Quinn used to be the sort of guy who ordered one dish from the Chinese takeaway and had the entire thing, but you came from a household of purchasing many items and putting a bit of each on your plate. Mix and match. He'd adapted well to it and become the expert plate maker. Secretly, or not so secretly, he enjoyed making your plate for you, providing you with food even if it was just Chinese takeout.

"Starving! You got my favourite?" You take a seat at the kitchen table, eyes eagerly watching the food in a way that has Quinn chuckling to himself even as he gives you an extra spring roll. One thing he loves about you is how normal you are about food, you don't hide how hungry you are or try to avoid food, even when he can't eat something because of his training and his career, you don't let that effect you or your appetite.

"Mmhmm, and I've given you most of the chowmein, since it's your favourite." He places the plate in front of you, a large pile of Singapore chowmein on your plate, significantly larger than the share on his own plate. Your entire plate dwarfs Quinn's, his desire to feed you seemingly impossible to quash. Maybe you should feel guilty, instead all you feel is such overwhelming love and affection for him to the point of tears welling in your eyes. Maybe its because you're tired, a long day teaching plus parent's evening finally taking its toll or maybe it's just how sweet Quinn is, how determined he is to make your life easier, to look after you, but either way you're especially emotional tonight over a Chinese takeaway.

"Thank you..."

Quinn stops before he even sits in his seat, leaving his plate across from yours at the emotion in your voice. Instead, he comes to stand next to your sitting form, letting you wrap your arms around his hips, your cheek pressing into his side while he runs a hand through your wet hair.

Quinn would say that you were naturally more emotional than him, not a cry baby per say, but with him? In the place you felt most comfortable? Then you were prone to tears, especially when he did something nice for you. It was an interesting thing about you, that you could deal with teenagers yelling at you, throwing things, swearing and being all around rude or parents harassing you, and not shed a single tear. But, the moment Quinn did something thoughtful you got choked up...although not usually over Chinese food. This was a new one.

"You're emotional tonight...you okay, baby?" You sniffle a little at his question, unsure why you're so emotional today of all days, other than possibly how tired you. Maybe your period is on the way? Or maybe it was just that time of year? Still, you can't help but lean into him deeper, clingy in your need to be close to him even as you try to sneak a bite of a spring roll, stomach still growling.

"I'm just tired and...and I love you so much....you're so good to me and you gave me almost all the chowmein." Quinn stifles a laugh at the way you say, all while sneaking food into your mouth, you're gripping him so tight he considers eating stood upright so you don't have to let go. He might not ever admit it, but he loves how clingy you are, how you always reach for him. He loves that he never doubts how much you want him.

"Oh, baby...you really need food and bed, huh?" His fingers run through your hair one last time, landing on the nape of your neck and resting there.

You nod your head and reluctantly let go of him so you can focus on your food. He watches you while the two of you eat, the slow blinks, the way your head lolls every now as if you might fall asleep at the table. He's happy though, happy you're eating, happy you're enjoying it, the way you gobble up your favourite bits and eat more than is probably comfortable. He's happy he can provide for you, look after you, especially given how much you give to your job.

Once you've both finish eating, you go to reach for his plate as if you're going to clean it for him, he pulls it away from you without hesitation, "Baby, I'll do it in the morning...you're too tired, let's just go to bed, yeah?"

You don't even put up a fight when he takes your plate from you or when he grips you by the shoulders, steering you towards the bedroom. There are no protests when he pulls back the covers and helps you ease into bed, the only protest you let out is when he tries to leave to lock up and turn all the lights off. But, you're placated by his soft voice telling you he'd be right back.

You're asleep by the time he's turned all the lights off and put the plates by the sink. Quinn can't really help it, the way he stops just off to the side to stare at you. The soft rise and fall of your breathing, the way you nuzzle deeper into your favourite pillow.

When he was younger Quinn was sure that he didn't want to be responsible for another person that wasn't his brothers, that he didn't want to look after someone else. The idea of loving someone seriously, of caring for them was too much. He'd been dead wrong, you weren't his responsibility and sure, you could look after yourself, but God, did he love doing it for you. He loved seeing you happy, content, well looked after. He loved knowing that even when you were exhausted from work, even when life threw you a curveball, he was there to make it easier, lighten the load. You made him feel needed, useful, in a way that was ten times more rewarding than being captain of the Canucks.

He loved that for all the things he did for you, you did just as much for him. The way you always put a towel in the dryer to warm when you knew he was coming back from practice. The fact you made sure to have his favourite cheat meal ready when he'd had a rough game or roadie. You might think he did more for you, than you did for him, but in reality it was pretty even. You both simply took care of one another.

He's as quiet as possible as he changes into just a pair of grey sweatpants, careful as he slides into bed besides you and gentle as he pulls you back into his arms. You stir slightly, but only enough to turn around and burying your head into his chest, leg wrapping over his hip. Still fast asleep even as you seek out his warmth.

Maybe when he was 19 he didn't want something like this, but now? Now he can't imagine anything better than spending his life doing the little things to make your life easier, to make sure you feel loved and respected even when teaching throws you a long day or a shitty parent or a ridiculous incident. He could do this for the next 70 years and never grow tired of it.

[hoffmansgirl]

❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ❜ ⸝⸝⸝ nicholas alexander chavez cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught . 𓏲࣪ ּ  ֗ ⊹ 𓄹 ࣪

꙳⋆𓍯 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ nicholas chavez & goodgirl!reader

SUMMARY. boy next door nicholas sneaks through your window every night, when your parents go to sleep. this night, you want to give him all of you, for the first time. based on this request. ⟢

WARNINGS. +18 — minors dni! virginity loss ␥ softdom!nicholas ␥ oral (f!receiving) ␥ fingering ␥ grinding ␥ pussydrunk!nicholas ␥ handjob / male masturbation ␥ size difference ␥ fluffy fluff ♡ ┊ wc. 6197

"Honey", your mom's voice was warm and inviting as she peeped out from behind the door, her usual night robe loose on her shoulders. You lifted your gaze from the book you pretended to read, your legs swinging in the air — a small smile appearing on your face at the sight of her small form standing at the door. "I'm going to sleep. Don't stay up too late, okay? I love you", she blew you a kiss, not waiting for a response before disappearing behind the door.

"Sleep well! Love you!", you called after her, hearing her soft chuckle before she shut the door behind her. A soft sound of the creaking wood filled the air as she walked down the stairs, eventually fading away into the thin air.

You sighed with relief, throwing the long forgotten book onto the bed before rolling onto your back, finally deciding to sit up after a few seconds. You hurriedly got up, almost stumbling over your own feet as you reached for the light switch, turning off the big lights. Your room was now only illuminated by the fairy lights on the wall behind your bed, making the room cozy and warm — or at least, you hoped that's what Nicholas will think when he gets there.

You stood in the middle of your room, nervously chewing on your nails before lighting up one of your vanilla-scented candles. You made sure there was no worn out clothes anywhere on the floor, reaching for your phone immediately after.

You unplugged it from the charger, watching as the screen lit up with a new message. You sat down on the bed, crossing your legs, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you quickly clicked on the notification.

nic: green light?

You couldn't help but smile. It was his way of asking if your mother has already gone to sleep — without making it obvious and unnecessarily suspicious. Your mom never checked your phone, mostly because you never gave her reasons to, but you can never be too careful.

y/n (you): green light. i'm waiting :)

You quickly typed the response, catching yourself grinning like a fool. You straightened up the sheets, making sure everything was perfect, even though you knew Nicholas couldn't care less. Everything that mattered to him was spending time with you, even if it meant climbing a tree every night just to hang out for a couple of hours. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you felt as if it might just break free from your chest any second now. No matter how many times you saw Nick, it never got old — the butterflies, the flush of your cheeks, the wide smile on your face, the warmth in your chest.

You smoothed out the wrinkles on your little, black tank top, running your palms over your bare thighs — excitement starting to bloom in your lower stomach as you let your mind wander to Nicholas. You run a hand through your hair, tugging at the strands before nervously fixing it, smoothing it down with your palms.

Nicholas wasn't supposed to be anything more than your neighbour. He was the reckless type — always the life of the party, in the spotlight, attracting girls with a little to no effort. You, on the other hand, were reserved, always working hard so that you could meet your parents' expectations. You weren't innocent, no — but you never had a boyfriend. Not before Nicholas.

You knew your parents expected you to date a good boy from a good family, preferably a future doctor or a lawyer. Nicholas was the total opposite, though — he wanted to be an actor. During your, so called, "sleepovers", he'd often daydream about being on the big screens one day. And you knew he'd make it — and you also wanted to be there for him when he does.

His smile flashed in your mind, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at the thought itself. The way he made you laugh, the way he kissed you as if you were everything he ever wanted — how special he made you feel. You were always scared to take things further, to let him have all of you, mostly because you've never done it, and he seemed to have plenty of experience. But tonight, you were ready. You were ready to feel him, to feel all of him — to let you take control not only over your mind, but also body.

A loud shuffle of branches breaking, coming from just outside your window, caught you off guard. You were so deep in your thoughts the sound made you shudder, almost giving you a heart attack.

You stood up from the bed, pulling your little shorts further down your thighs, suddenly very nervous. You took a deep breath, hesitantly walking towards the window before opening it wide. The cool, night air flowed into your room, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your bare shoulders and legs. The smell of freshly mowed grass filled your nostrils, and you took a deep breath, savouring the quietness of the world outside. That was before Nicholas' huge form came into sight; his arms supporting his weight as he climbed up the tree right outside your window — and you couldn't help but notice the protruding veins adoring his forearms.

"Took you long enough", you teased, making sure to keep your voice quiet just in case your mom wasn't asleep yet. You heard a snarl coming from the man, as he, supported by the ledge, slipped into your room with a loud thump. He wiped his hands off on the back of his shorts, running them through his hair immediately after.

"Well, try climbing up that tree in total darkness — then we can talk", he playfully rolled his eyes, already reaching for your hand to press a soft, lingering kiss on the back. The sweet gesture sent a shiver down your spine, and you grinned like a fool, feeling your cheeks beginning to heat up. "I missed you. And God— you look beautiful".

His hands found place on your hips as he began to walk the two of you back towards your bed, and you giggled, falling against the soft pillows with a soft thump. Nicholas landed on top of you, supporting his weight on his forearms as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips. You eagerly responded, tilting your head to grant him better access — your fingers already toying with the short hair on the nape of his neck as if you were starved to touch him; feel him.

In fact, you were.

You gently took his bottom lip between your teeth, playfully pulling at it, earning a soft hum from the man on top of you. Nicholas' knee found place between your legs, causing you to instinctively spread them, only to wrap them around his waist seconds later.

"How was your day?", he asked, pulling away from your lips to place soft, sweet pecks all over your face. You giggled, staring up at him with wide eyes — your gaze full of adoration that you couldn't hide, even if you tried.

"Good. Tiring, but good. Was pretty much studying the whole day", you shrugged, kissing his nose as he plopped down onto your soft sheets, making himself comfortable. Nicholas grinned, leaning forward towards you to put a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"Hardworking little girl, aren't you?", he chuckled, studying your face as if trying to memorise every detail about it. You tried to ignore the tingling sensation between your thighs at his words — his praise going straight down to your core, causing your breath to hitch.

"And how was your day?", you cleared your throat, mindlessly toying with the ring on his forefinger. You didn't notice the way his gaze lingered on your — barely covered — thighs, only to focus on your full breasts seconds later. Then he looked down, watching your small fingers circle around his ring; the size difference between you two was ridiculous, now, that he started to think about it. "Good. Went out with Luke and Mike, y'know how it is. Drank a beer... or two", he laughed, and you rolled your eyes, rolling over onto your stomach to have a better look at him. You supported your head with your hands, studying his flawless face as if it was your first time seeing him.

His gorgeous, wide eyes were one of his best features. The way they light up as he spoke about something that excited him; how they darkened when he was feeling down or when he was angry. Now, they stared back at you with warmth that made your heart race and pulse quicken.

"How is it?", you questioned, putting your head on your palms. "How is what?", Nicholas furrowed his eyebrows in surprise, tilting his head.

"You know... getting drunk. Smoking. Partying", you looked down on your hands, toying with your fingers. You were suddenly growing shy, just now realising how dumb you sounded. "Sorry, that was really weird of me to ask".

"No, no! It's okay, sweetheart", he smiled sympathetically, reaching to take your hand in his, rubbing soothing circles on your knuckles. "It's... well, it can be fun. Not worrying about anything, the freedom. Just dancing the night away with your friends", he explained, and you nodded slowly, letting his words sink into the silence. You squeezed his hand, your gaze dropping towards the veins on his arms — his bicep stretching out the thin material of his white, tight shirt. Your mouth watered, and you felt the shift of atmosphere almost immediately; the air felt thicker with something unspoken lingering inside the room. Your eyelids felt heavy, and you knew he was looking at you — yet you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. Instead, you lifted your hand to trace the outline of his veins with your finger, your touch feather-like; imperceptible, as if you were scared to get ahead of yourself.

"Something on your pretty little mind?", Nicholas asked, and you noted his voice was lower than ever before. You gulped audibly, tearing your gaze away from his arms, instead focusing on his hand, still holding yours. His fingers were much longer and thicker than yours, and thick veins adored the back of it.

"Nick, I—", you bit your lip nervously, finally meeting his eyes. Nicholas nodded, squeezing your hand as if to reassure you — little did he know, his innocent touch sent even more shockwaves across your body, setting your nerves on fire. Your gaze lowered to his lips, and you found yourself licking your own, your body reacting on its own — you obliviously shifted closer towards him, your faces now inches apart. "I...".

Before you could finish, he leaned closer, his gaze travelling between your lips and eyes, as if he was asking for permission. You stared up at him, your eyes doe-like and oh so innocent — making Nicholas feel the unmistakable bulge starting to grow in his pants.

Almost in sync, you closed the remaining distance between the two of you, your lips meeting halfway in a bruising kiss. You didn't have much experience, so it was hard to keep up with the pace Nicholas set — his tongue sneaking in between your parted lips, meeting yours in a slow dance, leaving you breathless; and he barely even started.

Without breaking the kiss, you straddled his lap, towering over his thighs, your hair falling down onto the pillow behind Nicholas' head, making both of you giggle. Your hands found place on his cheeks, your thumbs caressing his soft skin, making him hum into the kiss. Nicholas' hands seemed to be everywhere at once, roaming over your back, the back of your thighs, then raking through your hair, pulling at the strands. You moaned, enjoying the little sting on your scalp, and immediately pulled away — embarrassed and afraid the sound might scare him off.

"I'm sorry, I don't know—", you stuttered, your hands shaking as you nervously put them on your lap, quite unsure what to do with them.

That was until you heard a low growl coming from Nicholas. Your eyes widened, and you let out a surprised squeal as pushed you back onto him, supporting you with his hands on your lower back.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever heard. You're gonna do it again f'me, okay?", you nodded, meeting his gaze with a hint of uncertainty — although a spark of excitement run down your spine at how desperate his voice suddenly sounded, as if he couldn't wait to hear the sound leaving your mouth again.

Then, his lips found place on your neck: sucking, kissing, biting the sensitive skin, his hands travelling up your back, brushing over your shoulder blades. You could feel him everywhere, but it still wasn't enough to make the pressure in your stomach snap.

"Nick, please— I need you so bad".

Your eyes were half lidded, pleasure clouding your vision as you instinctively bucked your hips against his. What you didn't expect was the feeling of his cock, hard and straining against his pants.

You gasped, and Nicholas groaned against your skin — the sound going straight to your core, your hips starting to move back and forth, the friction on your clit almost too intimidating. Nicholas stopped you with his hands on your hips, grounding you against him, his head falling back against the pillow as he struggled to keep his composure. His eyes fell open, meeting yours, a small, gentle smile playing on his lips. You could see he was holding back for the sake of your inexperience, a hint of doubt in his hard gaze.

"Are you... are you sure you want this? I don't want you to do something against yourself", he asked, his tone soft like butter, but an octave lower than usual. You let out a deep breath you didn't realise you were holding, and smiled softly. A light blush adorned your cheeks, your lips red and swollen from the instant kisses Nicholas gave you. He swore he could cum from the sight of you alone, especially when you looked down at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

He thought it was almost ironic, considering how greedily you kissed him back, how you practically humped his cock, needy and vulnerable.

"Nick, there's no one else I'd rather lose my virginity to," you assured, your gentle hands moving down his face to rest on his tense shoulders. The desperation in your voice was clear as day, and Nicholas let out a shaky breath, giving your hips a squeeze.

"Okay", he whispered, nodding, as if it was his first time, too. Truth is, he just wanted to make the moment perfect and the most enjoyable for you, even if it meant not getting a release himself. "Okay."

He lifted you up with no effort, gently pushing you to lay flat against the pillows, your hair spread out on the pillow, shining in the dim lightning. Nicholas spread your legs, watching your face in search of any sign of discomfort. When he found none, he leaned forward, kneeling in between your legs, his hands on both sides of your head. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths, the air heavy with anticipation, Nicholas' smell invading your senses. You bit your lip, your legs hooking around his waist to bring him closer. Your skin burned with desire when Nicholas' gentle hands sneaked in under the hem of your little top, lifting the fabric to rest just above your boobs.

"Fuck," he groaned, pulling his lip in between his teeth, his eyes locked on your boobs, petrified. Your cheeks burned, embarrassment starting to bloom in your chest, and you instinctively shifted to cover your tits with your arms. Before you could do so, though, Nicholas grabbed your arms, pinning them on both sides of your head — his touch sent shiver down your spine, his eyes leaving you no room to protest or get shy.

"No, no, baby", he cooed, squeezing your arms before letting them go, his hands moving down to linger on your chest instead. "You're fucking perfect. I wanna see all of you. Feel all of you. Let me."

His voice was rough, filled with urgency that left you whimpering and nodding frantically. You were left with no choice but to obey, gluing your arms to the mattress, looking up at Nicholas through your lashes. He looked so beautiful; hair messy, lips swollen and wet, arms flexing as he reached out to squeeze your breasts in between his long, thick fingers. Your nipples stood proudly in the air, reacting to his palm brushing against them as he palmed your breasts lovingly.

"Those fucking tits. You have no idea how long I've wanted this— how long I've wanted you."

As if to prove his words, he leaned down, pushing your boobs together, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples. You shuddered, a high-pitched moan leaving your mouth — his touch felt better than yours ever could. You were getting addicted, high on how he made you feel, and you never wanted to come down.

"I— I love your hands", you breathed out, your head tilting so that you could watch how his fingers worked on your flesh. The veins in his hands more prominent than ever, his big arms flexing, stretching the tight shirt he was wearing. Your mouth watered, your gaze lingering on his arms for way longer than it should, but how could you possibly stop staring?

"Yeah, you do", Nicholas chuckled lowly, his hot breath tickling your already sensitive nipples. That's when his lips enveloped your left bud, his tongue darting out to flick against it slowly, teasingly. You couldn't believe how good this felt, your hands instinctively tangling in his hair, pushing him impossibly closer. "You're always staring. You think I can't tell? What else do you love, baby?".

Your words died in your throat as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, moaning around it as if he enjoyed it more than you did. The sound sent vibrations down your body, your pussy clenching and leaking through your panties.

"I— Fuck, I love your veins. A-and your arms, and your chest— Shit." you groaned, clamping a hand on your mouth immediately after to muffle the sounds that oh so desperately threatened to leave your throat. Nicholas seemed satisfied with your answer, his mouth leaving your nipple with a pop. His breathing was heavy, jaw tight as he watched you with an unreadable expression.

"Good girl. Do you want my hands to make you feel good, baby?", he tilted his head, his hands rubbing soothingly against your hips, lingering just above the waistband of your little shorts.

His praise sent a jolt of electricity down your core, and you couldn't help but whimper, nodding frantically, your back arching in a quiet pleas.

"Words, baby. Need ya to say it, 'kay?", one of his hands travelled up your body, clamping down on your neck — not with enough pressure to choke you, but just enough to make your hips shake against him.

"Yes, Nicholas. Please, make me feel good— Need it so badly, baby", you breathed out, your small hand encircling his wrist, making sure he kept his own wrapped around your neck. Nicholas' eyes were dark, his gaze dropping to your hand enveloping his, and he gulped audibly at the sight. He quickly collected himself, his hand around your neck applying more pressure, making you moan out into the air. Your head was thrown back, eyes rolling back into your head, your hips rosing off the mattress to allow Nicholas to take your shorts off. It was a good thing you chose a nice pair of panties for tonight — the pink, slightly seen-through thong clung to your soaked pussy just right, catching his attention immediately. Nicholas cursed under his breath, throwing the unwanted fabric on the floor, his gaze not once leaving your form. You bit your lip, fluttering your lashes up at him, meeting his eyes, glistening with need. His hand left your throat and you wanted to protest, already missing the feeling — yet Nicholas' hand lingering just above your pussy immediately shut you up. Nicholas looked at you through his lashes as he positioned himself on his stomach, laying down between your legs, grasping your thighs, spreading them a little wider.

"You're already so wet, baby", he mused, petrified by the way your panties glistened with arousal, your barely-covered pussy staring right back at him. He licked his lips, his arms wrapping around your thighs as he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss right on your clit.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, hips bucking into his mouth instinctively, yet his steady grasp on your thighs kept you still. Your breathing was heavy, uneven, your hand clasping down on your mouth to stop any sounds from escaping.

"Shit, you taste so good. Can't believe you've been hiding this pretty little pussy from me for so long", he groaned, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he licked a stripe up your covered pussy. You shuddered, unable to reply, your eyes shooting up to the ceiling as you moaned into your hand.

One of Nicholas' arms left your thigh, only to tug on your panties, his skilled fingers pulling the soaked fabric to the side, finally exposing your most intimate part to him. Your breath hitched in your throat, eyes pleading and wide as he kissed your inner thighs, his gaze following your every reaction.

"Nick, please— I need you s'bad", you whimpered, the tension in your stomach getting more unbearable the more time passed. Nicholas' teeth sank into your thigh, making you squeal and your back arch.

You've never thought you'd find so much pleasure in pain — God, you've never even thought you could be this turned on by someone. Nicholas was different, though, and he awakened a side of you you had no idea existed.

When his mouth finally enveloped your hot, leaking pussy, it was like nothing you've ever experienced. His lips closed around your clit, his tongue lapping your wetness as if he was starved. His groans were muffled by your flesh as he flicked his tongue, manoeuvring between long, precise licks and slow, composed swirls of his tongue. Nicholas forced your thighs even wider, his nails digging into the skin of your inner thighs, surely leaving bruises in the process. The thought of being so obviously marked by him made your pulse to quicken, your fingers raking through his hair to ground yourself as you moaned and wiggled against his tongue.

"S'good, fuck," you cried out, feeling the undeniable orgasm already beginning to build in your lower abdomen. Nicholas surely felt it too, by the way your thighs shook against his hands, your hands gripping his hair as if you never wanted him to stop. "Nick, I'm—".

You didn't finish the sentence; you couldn't — not when he sucked your nub into his mouth, flicking his tongue immediately after, obscene groans escaping his mouth the more he tasted you. He quickly got addicted to your sweet pussy; his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue dipped into your entrance, eager to taste as much of you as possible.

"Mmphm. Give it to me, baby", he mumbled lowly, his voice muffled as he once again focused on your clit. You were too high up to notice how Nicholas' hand left your thigh, sneaking in between your legs — his middle finger slowly pushing into you.

The intrusion made you gasp — not in pain, but in pleasure. A muffled moan followed soon after, your hips bucking into his hand, white erupting in front of your eyes as you came undone underneath his restless ministrations.

You weren't sure if you passed out, or maybe just stopped breathing for a moment — your pussy gushing into his mouth and onto his finger, your little hole clenching around the digit as he pushed it in deeper, the movements of his tongue slowing, guiding you through your orgasm. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but it wasn't easy when he made you feel this good.

Nicholas eagerly lapped on your pussy, swallowing everything you gave him, humming into your flesh; pulling away only when you let out a weak whine. His finger, now knuckle-deep inside you, curled upwards, and Nicholas felt his cock throb at how tight you were.

"Good girl, such a good girl f'me", Nicholas cooed softly, getting up to kneel between your legs, his finger gently moving inside of you as he leaned down to kiss you.

You were greedy, savouring the taste of yourself on his lips, your cheeks growing warm as his tongue rolled over yours, your uneven breaths mixing together. You felt his forefinger joining the one already inside you — you whined, gripping Nicholas' shoulder for balance, your walls gripping onto his digits like a vice. Unable to kiss him back anymore, you pulled back, your head falling against the pillow as your hips began to buck against his hand. You were growing hot, feeling as if you could faint from the overwhelming pleasure he gave you, his thumb brushing against your sensitive clit as his fingers fucked into you.

"Shit, you're so tight, baby," Nicholas groaned lowly, his lips pressing against your temple soothingly. "You think you're ready to take my cock, hmm?".

You nodded before he could finish the sentence, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks, pretty lips opening in another, appreciative moan.

"Need you to say it, sweetness," he urged, his hand brushing against your cheek in a loving manner. You felt your heart flutter as you met his gaze, dark and lustful, burning with intensity. Nicholas smiled down at you, and you returned the gesture through the haze of pleasure. "Yes, Nick. Just want you to fuck me", you begged, your hands already moving to the waistband of his pants, urging him to take them off.

Nicholas' fingers left you, and you whined at the loss, the sound dying in your throat as you watched him pull his shirt over his head, tugging his pants down along with his boxers right away.

His cock sprang free, hitting his stomach, and you gasped, audibly gasped at the size of him. It was way more than you had expected — sure, you knew he had to be big, but this? It... exceeded your expectations, to say the least.

Your mouth was agape, jaw slack and mouth involuntarily watering as you watched his cock bounce in the air, long and thick with a pretty, pink tip. You shifted closer, gawking up at Nicholas to see him already looking at you. His jaw was tight, eyes boring into yours with intensity that made your breath hitch. You wanted to reach out, wrap your hand around him — make him feel just as good as he did to you.

"Baby," Nicholas' voice was strangled, as if he was holding himself back, his hand reaching out to wrap around his cock. Your breath hitched as you watched him pump his leaking length — the veins in his arm popping out, his hand slowly gliding up and down, his eyes on you, as if you were the only thing that mattered. Before you knew it, you were reaching out for him, your hand resting on his thigh as you muttered: "Teach me."

Nicholas seemed taken aback by your words, but he quickly collected himself, the movements of his hand coming to a stop. "Fuck, you sure, baby?".

You nodded, brushing your thumb against his thigh in a soothing manner, feeling his muscles clench under your fingertips. Nicholas sent you a last, lingering look before his gaze hardened, his hand reaching out for your own.

"Shit. Okay— okay", he breathed out, instructing you to shift closer until you sat on the very edge of your bed. You looked up at him through your lashes, and Nicholas' breath hitched — the look of innocence and cluelessness on your face making his heart race.

"Wrap your hand around it," he instructed, and you did as he told you — you could barely do it, though, due to how thick he was. Nicholas' lashes fluttered, his cheeks growing warm at the feeling of your ridiculously small hand finally wrapping around him. His hand enveloped yours, guiding your own — your entwined hands sliding up and down his shaft, and Nicholas groaned, throwing his head back.

"Fuck, good girl. You're doing so good, baby", Nicholas breathed out, his hips bucking into your hand. You stared up at him, encouraged by the praise, deciding to take things a little further and slowly brush your thumb against his tip. Nicholas seemed surprise at your sudden boldness, his eyes boring into yours as his brows furrowed in pure bliss.

"Fuck, yes. You're not as innocent as everyone thinks, aren't you?", he groaned, forcing your hand to move faster, gliding along his shaft in a steady rhythm. Nicholas' breathless moans filled the room, his hips bucking into your hand with urgency, his chest glistening with a sheer layer of sweat. You bit your lip, your eyes following his reactions, pride filling your chest — you were the one making him feel this good. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!", he dragged out, jaw going slack as he neared his peak — faster than ever, he realised quickly.

Before he could cum, he yanked your hand off him, pushing you back against the mattress and slipping in between your legs, his breath heavy and uneven. You pouted, sending him a dirty look. "Hey, why would you stop? I wanted to make you feel good, too".

Nicholas lips curled upwards at your offended expression, a quiet chuckle leaving his mouth as he kissed the corner of your lips. "You did, baby. But now I wanna feel your little pussy wrapped around my cock, 'kay?". You nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically for your own liking, yet your arousal was undeniable — you wanted this. You had no idea how he'd fit inside you, but you were sure he was going to make it work.

His hands were gentle as he spread your legs, his dark eyes staring up at you for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. When he found none, he smiled assuredly, wrapping his hand around his cock, giving it a few jerks.

Your breathing was heavy, eyes half-lidded as you watched him gently rub his aching tip against your clit. You hissed at the contact — he was hot, leaking and throbbing against you. Nicholas swiped his cock up and down your folds, gathering your wetness to cover his length, his chest heaving; it wasn't usual for him to be this gentle during sex, but with you, it was different. He has never felt so utterly connected to someone, and when he looked into your eyes, he felt a spark of warmth fill his stomach, flames licking his insides.

Nicholas kept your gaze as his tip pressed against your little hole for the first time. Your jaw dropped, eyes rolling back into your head at the stretch — and he had barely started. He was thick, barely able to move due to how tight you were, but he tested the waters by pushing further, until his tip was fully buried inside you. Tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes, and Nicholas leaned down to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, mumbling sweet nothings to calm you down.

"So tight, baby. Fuck, relax f'me, okay? You're squeezing", he muttered cutely, his breath heavy against your face, eyes squeezed shut to hold onto the last ounce of self control for your own sake. You nodded, your manicured fingers clawing at his shoulders for balance as you felt him push further.

You were sure your insides would be rearranged after he was done with you.

The pain was sharp but not unbearable, and you found yourself nodding, signalling that you were ready for more. Nicholas groaned lowly, gripping your leg for balance as he watched your pussy swallow the first half of his cock.

"You're— You're so fucking big", you cried out, and Nicholas whined, watching your teary eyes, mascara smudged on your hot cheeks, bottom lip quivering.

The words turned him on way more than they should.

"Fuck, baby— You can't say shit like that and expect me not to—", his words were interrupted by a loud cry coming deep from your throat as he pushed further in. You've never felt so full in your entire life; his length stretched you out like no one ever could. The feeling of the pulsating veins against adorning his pretty length against your velvety walls almost too much, your walls clamping down on him, as if to prevent him from leaving.

"Nick, shit— But you are. So fucking big, s-so, so good." you wailed when his hips smacked against yours, his cock now fully buried inside you. Your walls accommodated to his size, making room for him to finally fuck you the way he wanted. The way you both wanted.

"Shut up, just— No talking", he shuddered, clamping a hand down onto your mouth just as he began to thrust, slowly but deeply, making sure you could feel every vein, every throb of his length against your walls.

But you didn't have to speak. Nicholas could see it in your eyes — teary, wide eyes. Your lashes fluttered innocently, your expression almost making Nicholas cum inside you — it took everything for him to hold back, his thrusts gaining strength, his tip kissing your cervix every time he bottomed out.

If he was going to fill you up, he wanted to make sure you were tripping over the edge with him.

The smacking of skin filled your room, the air thick with tension, your cries and Nicholas' groans blending together, creating a song of its own. The feeling of his cock bullying its way inside you with every, precise thrust of his hips had you spiralling, and you knew you wouldn't last long.

Nicholas' hand on your mouth dropped next to your head, and he leaned down to envelop your lips in his. Your legs wrapped around his waist, causing him to reach even deeper inside you — he effortlessly swallowed your breathless moans, his own whines vibrating against your lips. You didn't have to speak — he felt you clench around him, and you felt him throbbing against your walls. Your hips rocked forward against him, his sculpted lower abdomen brushing against your clit with every, brutal stroke.

"Nick, I'm— I'm so close, baby", you wailed, raking your nails down his toned back, crying out as quietly as you could. "Cum with me, please, need it s'bad."

Nicholas could only nod, gripping your thighs tightly, his thrusts getting even more brutal, powerful and consuming, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Want me to cum inside?", he groaned, not sure if he'd be able to pull out in time even if he tried. You nodded eagerly, chasing your lips with his, your orgasm hitting you, your vision going white, and he kissed you through it, his tongue exploring your mouth, addicted to your taste.

Your sweet juices covered his cock, creating a creamy ring around the base — Nicholas dropped his head, pushing as deep as he could go and finally let go, his seed spurting deep inside your greedy, fluttering pussy.

The feeling made you moan out, your whole body shaking, clit pulsating against his pelvis as he gave you a few weak thrusts, pushing his cum back inside you, already addicted to the way your pussy felt around him.

"Holy shit, baby", you dragged out, laughing slightly, your hands tangling in Nicholas' hair as he rested it against your neck. He could only chuckle weakly, shaking against you, gripping your thighs as if to ground himself.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? Wasn't it too much? Are you in pain?", he asked, lifting his head to study your face, concern clear in his expression. You grinned, your eyes half-lidded, chest tightening with affection.

"I'm fine, baby. Just wanna sleep. Will you stay with me?", you kissed his sweaty forehead, your arms securely wrapped around his shoulders, your voice shaking as he pulled out of you. You winced at the emptiness, and Nicholas chuckled softly, taking his shirt from the floor to wipe the cum — his own — oozing out of your fluttering hole.

"Of course, baby. Just lemme clean you up first". His hands were gentle as he did, smiling up at you, his eyes glistening with satisfaction and something else — something deeper.

"Thank you, baby. Just make sure to leave before my mum wakes up".

Nicholas could only chuckle at that.

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재즈 : not proofread !! i have massive writers block ㅎㅎ

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚 needless to say, he would be very shocked. you'd never have done that, nonetheless thought about it, so of course he'd look at you weird, glaring at you. "baby, give me a kiss." he'd pout, turning your head with his hand. once he did and you'd wiped it off, he'll most definitely tell you something about it. "did I do something? are you mad at me?” he'd say, being extra clingy, wrapping his whole body over you, peppering kisses all over your face, neck, just anywhere he could. when you wiped all of them off, that was his last straw, “yn. baby. what did I do to make you mad? are you mad?” he got up, pouted and thought back throughout the day. you tried to hold back your laughter, finally bursting out laughing once you saw his pouty face. “I'm sorry, it was just a prank.” you pulled him in a hug and gave the biggest smooch on his lips

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚 he wouldn't notice it at first, unless you made it very obvious that you were wiping his kisses away. he'd had just come home, seeing you all comfy on the couch, slouching. “hey, baby, whatcha doing,” he said, flopping down next to you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. “nothing, how about you?,” you wiped off his kiss. of course, since you did it immediately after he kissed you, he looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. you avoided eye contact, trying not to laugh, pressing your lips in a fine line. he pecked your cheek to make sure it wasn't some mistake. you wiped it off, and jay pouted now, knowing you were doing it on purpose. “can you stop wiping my kisses away.” you kept avoiding eye contact until he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “is this one of your pranks again? or are you mad at me?” he pouted even more. you ended up bursting out laughing and apologized to him with kisses.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡 oh, he'd notice so fast that it'd give him whiplash. you'll just be sitting on his bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, until jake came in, and walked over to you. “hey, baby,” he pressed a kiss on your lips as you turned your head to face him. “I'm going to go wash up, I'll be right back.” you nodded, and not even a second after he turned around, you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, and jake noticed immediately. “what did you just do?” you furrowed your eyebrows to play along and shaked your head. “hmm.. okay.” he muttered and pressed a kiss on your lips before turning right back around. not until you wiped it off again, and jake definitely noticed this time. “why did you wipe off my kiss? don't you love my kisses?” he pouted, his eyes like puppies wanting something. you tried to keep your composure still, but making eye contact with him made you laugh out loud. “im sorry, baby, it was a joke” “well I don't like your jokes.”

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 at first, he wouldn't care, but if you kept doing it and doing it, he'll definitely say something. the first time you did was in the morning, when he was getting ready to leave and gave a soft kiss on your lips. you were half asleep so he didn't really mind it, but throughout the day, he noticed you kept doing it and decided to confront you about it once you both got home and you did it again, he glared at you. you were chilling on the seat of your vanity, retouching your makeup, and sunghoon getting ready to play on his pc. he gave you one last kiss since he was going to play for hours, and you wiped it off this time. sunghoon spoke up about it. “yn. why do you keep wiping off my kisses? I didn't do anything wrong that I'm aware of.” he muttered, waiting for your response. “no? why? and no, I'm not.” he pouted and went to give you a kiss again, and you shamelessly wiped it off. “YN STOP IT,” you laughed and apologized, giving him a million kisses.

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[witherby]

Heyyyyy how are ya 😼 I have an idea for angst (Although this has already been done by many authors but I'm curious see how you approach this kind of like concept)

"Neglected... Batsis.... Reader..."

(this is totally not me just manifesting for more neglected batsia content)

-🌭

Hotdog. Dog that's hot. Oblong tube of meat that sits on a bun. As long as you're okay with it not being Yandere, I'll give almost anything a shot.

Lonely in a Crowded Room

Platonic!Batfamily x Daughter!Reader

Content warnings: emotional neglect, isolation, hyper-independence as a coping mechanism

Masterlist is Here!

Your family loves you.

Your family does not have time for you.

Both of these things are true at the same time.

Your mother had abandoned you at the gates of the Wayne manor when you were an infant, leaving nothing but a note telling Bruce your name, her name, and that you were his biological daughter. After taking another DNA test for himself to be sure, Bruce accepted his role as your father and took you in.

Sometimes you wonder how different your life would be if he'd just admitted he didn't have the time to raise you and left you at an orphanage, where another couple looking to care for a child could devote their energy to you instead. You wonder if you'd be better off than you are now.

The thing is, nothing is really wrong. You're clothed, fed, sheltered, and if there's an emergency you are swiftly taken care of. You just don't have any kind of connection to your family.

Bruce gave it his best effort when you were a baby, when you needed more attention. Batman patrolled less often in the night whenever you had a bad time staying asleep. He bottle fed you, he read you bedtime stories, and he would bring you to Wayne Tower with him sometimes and keep you busy with toys while he worked. As you grew older, however, and started developing a sense of independence, that easy attention got harder and harder to get. Suddenly he was needed for a case, or there was an event Bruce Wayne needed to make an appearance at, or one of your brothers needed his insight during investigations of their own.

And, well, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of one. You learned to share his attention, choosing to be the polite daughter that could learn to fix her own problems, and eventually that meant to Bruce that you didn't need attention at all. You couldn't ever find the courage to correct him, to ask him to make space for you. So, still seeking emotional fulfillment, you tried to turn to your brothers instead.

Dick was unfailingly kind. He'd even remarked once that he always wanted a little sister, which was nice. But he was an adult by the time you entered the picture. He had his own life outside of the Manor, living in Blüdhaven and patrolling as Nightwing and maintaining a day job for the BPD. His already limited free time was spent for himself, chasing downtime he often desperately needed, and you didn't want to make him give that up for you.

Jason didn't come around the Manor as a rule. He had bad blood with your dad, and while he didn't explicitly take it out on you, unfortunately you live with Bruce, and so he just wasn't around enough for you to form any solid attachment. Plus, he's clearly got his own stuff going on, and likely doesn't have the time nor will to get to know you. You haven't tried to reach out and neither has he, which is enough of an answer about how he feels in regards to having a little sister.

Tim was kind of like Bruce. He had far too many prior engagements and duties to fulfill, from acting as current CEO of both Wayne Enterprises and Drake Industries, to moonlighting as Red Robin, to attending college and working on his degree. He'd give you a sweet smile and gently ruffle your hair if he caught you in passing, but then he had to focus on the rest of his daily goings on. Trying to catch Tim to talk was like trying to hold water in a cracked cup. He just slips right by you.

And Damian... Damian did not particularly like you. At least, not at first. He came into the picture a couple years after you were dropped off at the Manor. You suspect he felt threatened about there being another blood-relative in the house, and made every attempt to communicate to you that he wasn't happy with your presence. But, as you grew older, when the topic of secret identities and their nighttime work came up, you surprised everyone by showing no interest in taking up the mantle. You did not want to be Robin, or a bat of any kind for that matter, and that seemed to really mellow your brother out. His perceived competition wasn't even competing, and his hostility was for naught.

Now, he doesn't really give you the time of day. It took a while for you to understand that it wasn't malicious anymore. You know now that he's ashamed of his prior actions and doesn't know how to make amends. You've tried to bridge that gap for him, make it easier by showing that you hold no ill will, but either his pride or his stubbornness refuse to take the olive branch you're practically dropping in his lap.

So, you can't get emotional fulfillment from your dad or any of your older brothers. If you can't go to them, maybe you can turn to Alfred. He was a patriarchal figure, always tending to one thing or another and looking after Bruce and his sons after patrol. He didn't patrol himself, so maybe he'd have the time to spend with you.

And he did! He sure did. It just...wasn't quite what you wanted. Alfred was a former British Intelligence operative, and raised Bruce under the complicated duality of both a guardian and a commanding officer. He obviously knew how to talk to you like a normal civilian, because that's what you are, but it was overly formal. He was holding you at arm's length because he didn't know how to relate to you. You were familiar strangers, at best, and you felt that's all you'd ever be despite your best efforts.

So. No one is cruel to you. They are kind, they smile, they ask you how you're doing and genuinely seem to care about the answer. That's not the problem.

You know your family loves you.

You know your family does not have time for you.

Both of these things are true.

You just wish you weren't so terribly lonely.

[babybearnation]

i feel so close to you right now

⎇kimi antonelli x gn!reader - he's clingy, but you're not together (oneshot) ⎇author's note: this was such a cute idea but i did it so poorly, wow :( ⎇content warnings: tiny bit suggestive, tiny bit of angst ⎇word count: 1.4k

Kimi's staring again. He's aware that he is, but he can't bring himself to look away. Y/n is laughing over something Ollie had said and Kimi finds himself absolutely entranced by the sight. With a subtle shift, Kimi nudges his knee against Y/n's thigh, the simple touch making his cheeks warm.

Ollie shoots him a look but Kimi ignores it, all too aware of the soft pink flush staining his cheeks. It was no secret in either of the F1 or F2 paddocks that Kimi was absolutely head over heels in love with Y/n, but they seemed totally oblivious to his feelings, always brushing off his compliments and praise with a silly joke or cheerful laugh.

If he wasn't so totally in love with Y/n, he would've moved on by now. But something kept him coming back and staying in love and that was physical affection. You never rejected his physical touch.

"Kimi? You in there?" Y/n says, snapping their fingers in front of his face and jolting him from his thoughts. He startles, looking up with red cheeks. A handful of other drivers and some of the nearby staff members are all trying to hold in their laughs around them, but Y/n gazes at him with concerned eyes. "You okay?"

"Sorry, sorry... Got too into my head. Everything okay?" Kimi says, snatching up Y/n's hand to play with their fingers. A subconscious action, but Y/n hasn't pulled their hand away, so Kimi just carries on, more heat flooding their face at how endearingly domestic he feels right now. Y/n smiles softly and shakes their head.

"No, everything's fine. Just wanted to make sure you were okay. You hardcore zoned out and started basically kneeing my thigh." Y/n chuckles. Kimi pulls back at that, eyes wide.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Kimi stammers. Y/n laughs, batting their hand through the air in dismissal.

"Don't worry about it. If I bruise, I bruise. It's really not that big of a deal. Besides, a little marking up from you could never do me wrong." Y/n smirks. They chuckle again before standing up and stretching, their shirt rising to show a strip of their tummy. Kimi stares. Hard. Y/n ruffles his hair and tells him to have fun before walking off.

A second later, his vision is filled by one Ollie Bearman, his face set in a cocky smirk.

"You are so obvious."

Y/n is just about to take a sip of their drink when arms slink around their waist, all too familiar hands settling on their stomach. Kimi. Y/n smiles and tries to peep over their shoulder, but Kimi nuzzles closer, grumbling sleepily against their back.

"Did you just wake up from a nap or something?" Y/n asks. Kimi grumbles again and Y/n smiles fondly, squirming about until they are able to turn and face Kimi. He smiles up at them, arms still around their waist, before he pulls one away to cover his yawn.

"It's too early." Kimi whines.

"It's nearly 3pm, Kimi." Y/n laughs softly, bringing a hand up to soothe through Kimi's rumpled curls. Kimi leans into the touch, a small sigh falling from his mouth. Y/n blushes softly, Kimi's reaction making all too familiar butterflies squirm about in their tummy.

"Too early." Kimi eventually grumbles out, filling the tender silence. Y/n sighs and pulls away softly.

"Well you have work to do, so let's get to it, shall we?" Y/n says, already pulling their phone out to check Kimi's schedule. Kimi huffs and pouts, scrubbing at his eyes before yawning again.

"Coffee first?" Kimi asks. Y/n sighs, immediately acquiescing to his wishes. There was no way they could ever possibly say no to him, not when he looked as adorable as he did like this, all sleepy and misty-eyed.

"Coffee first."

"You should tell them." Ollie says, leaning against the wall and staring down at Kimi. With a deep sigh, Kimi pockets his phone and looks up.

"Tell who what?" Kimi says. Ollie fixes him with a look that has Kimi glaring in response. "Ollie, just tell me."

"Y/n! Tell them you like them, already. This mutual pining is making me sick." Ollie grumbles, pushing off the wall and slumping down into the nearest chair. His knee bumps again Kimi's, prompting Kimi to pull back. He realises what he's done mere seconds later.

"Mutual pining?" Kimi says, trying to distract Ollie from the shift away, but it's too late, a smirk already quickly taking over Ollie's face.

"You normally shift into Y/n's touch, yet you're shifting away from mine. Oh, you really are down bad." Ollie laughs triumphantly. Kimi huffs and roll his eyes, jabbing his trainer-clad toes into Ollie's uncovered shin. "Ow!"

"Deserved." Kimi grumbles. "Now tell me what you meant by mutual pining." Kimi says, fixing Ollie with a stern look. Ollie rolls his eyes before sitting up properly, clasping his hands together, and leaning forward. It's only a bit dramatic.

"Y/n likes you too. They deflect all your compliments and praise because they don't know how to handle it. You really should say something, Kimi!" Ollie says, tone bright and voice chipper. Kimi glares at him again.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?!" Ollie protests, face a picture of complete and utter shock. Kimi would laugh if he wasn't so tired of people lying to him by saying his feelings are returned. No way in hell that's true.

"Because I'll get rejected." Kimi shrugs.

"No you won't." Ollie says. His eyes are as wide as saucers right now. Kimi goes to turn around when...

"You wouldn't." It's Y/n. Kimi can recognise their voice anywhere, it's wonderful depth and richness practically haunting his dreams each and every night. He stiffens before standing up with a jolt.

"Just remembered something. Gotta go." Kimi runs before he can think about it, ignoring Y/n calling his name behind him. He runs all the way to his driver's room, ignoring the concerns of Mercedes staff, before locking the door behind him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Y/n thanks the Mercedes staff member, the master key clenched tightly between their fingers. They jam it into the lock on Kimi's driver's room door before turning it. Once the door clicks open, Y/n hands the key back to the staff member and thanks them once more before pushing into the room.

"Kimi." Y/n says, sternness and anger masking the butterflies they feel fluttering in their tummy. Kimi's already staring at them, eyes wide and teary. Y/n sighs, kicking the door shut, before stalking over to the sofa and slumping onto it, nuzzling into Kimi's side.

"H-hey?" Kimi stutters, confused, and Y/n hums softly, tightening their grip on him and pressing even closer.

"Why'd you run?" Y/n murmurs, trying not to let tears mist over their eyes. Kimi tenses at that before relaxing mere seconds later, a soft sniffle sounding out from his body.

"Sorry. I thought for sure you'd reject me." Kimi says. Y/n lifts their head up, pulling away from the awkward side hug. They meet Kimi's gaze and smile softly before leaning in and kissing him without thinking. It's only when Kimi makes a noise against their mouth that they realise what they've done, prompting them to pull away with a soft gasp.

"Sorry. I'm so sorry." Y/n says. They try to pull away, but it's no use. Kimi grabs their face, pulling them back into another kiss. He clambers onto their lap, awkwardly hovering above them as he deepens the kiss, Y/n hands grasping his waist.

The kiss parts with a gasp when Y/n pulls his weight down to settle on their lap properly, leaving Kimi wide-eyed and dazed. He snaps out of it seconds later as soft, panting breaths fill the air. "Don't ever apologise for kissing me ever again."

"Well, in that case," Y/n says, a dangerously flirty smirk lining their face. "Does that mean I can do it again?" Y/n asks. Kimi doesn't respond verbally, instead leaning down to kiss them again, his warm hands lacing around their neck.

When the door opens minutes later, the two can't even bring themselves to part until the familiar drawl of Ollie's voice fills the tiny space.

"Oh fucking finally. They're snogging. Now separate up. We have media to do, Kimi."

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micelli's date nightmare (ver 2.5)

this is part meta, part fic, an alternate micelli's date from 8x6. word count: 2.7k

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"that was kind of weird."

"no it wasn't. you're hot, so is she. it's okay to look."

"yeah, right, and i noticed you didn't." 

"i'm a kinsey 6," tommy says, kind of incredulous.

"i'm not sure what that means?" buck asks, as the audience surrogate.

and that's a problem, because in-universe buck is no longer the whole audience's surrogate. now he's a man who discovered his queerness later in life; he's a man in a queer relationship with another man; he's someone who celebrates a six-month anniversary out in public with his male partner. there's people in the audience who can see and celebrate parts of that journey with buck, who have been there or see how they can get there in their own exploring, but that's a road that not a lot of people have gone down or ever will. he doesn't belong to the general audience anymore, but the show needed him to still be the surrogate because we as the audience know buck.

but it's been six months and the audience needs to catch up on What It Means To Be Queer. so we get... "i'm not sure what that means?"

buuuuuuuuuuuut what if.

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buck takes the picture for that girl and her friends, gets all weird because he could be perceived to be flirting with a woman while on a date (his gay anniversary dinner with a gay man who is his gay boyfriend). despite his awkwardness, she doesn't quite get that the big dude waiting for him is his date, his boyfriend. she's hot, he's awkward and hot, whatever.

so maybe she follows buck back to his table because she doesn't read them as being on a date! maybe he's a guy who doesn't want to ditch his buddy and like, it's micelli's!!! everyone's having fun, one of her friends really likes big guys, this could totally be something tonight!!

"thanks again for taking the picture for us," photo lady says as she comes back to the table with buck. she pauses and addresses both buck and tommy: 

"um, so we're actually celebrating our friend getting a promotion at work. it's just us girls right now, but would you guys want to join us?" 

maybe buck starts blushing because aaaahhh a lady hitting on him AND tommy, whaaaaat does he saaaaay

but tommy's like, "we'd love to… some other time, but, haha, i'm gay, like kinsey 6 gay, and he's…"

it takes a second, but buck manages: "uh!! his date!!"

"his date to our anniversary dinner," tommy corrects (dryly)

"and i'm still working my way around my number!! kinsey number. it's just for fun."

"oh! omg, congratulations!! and, uh. what's… what scale is that?"

tommy says, cutely, "where you fall on a range of heterosexual and homosexual desire. it's just for fun."

"ooh i'm gonna look that up, it sounds fun! okay, have a good night, guys, and congrats again!!!"

she leaves, their date continues, but buck's uncomfortable. "wow, haha, you just. told her we were on a date."

"you told her we were on a date," tommy says. "i told her we were here for our anniversary. was that a problem?"

"no, just."

"because we're in a restaurant for our anniversary."

"right, but. we're not like, being loud about it."

big fake tommy pout. "you didn't call ahead and tell them? they're not gonna bring us a cake with a giant dick on it, with little sixes for each testicle, and sing something from the village people? it's been so long since i heard macho man in public."

and haha very funny and buck is smiling but he's more uncomfortable than he's smiling. "i just didn't think of it, that's all."

"... which part? the giant dick cake, or the part where i told a stranger that we were on a date?" pause. "did you not want me to tell her?"

"no, uh, it's not that. or maybe it is that. i don't know." buck thinks. "i haven't done it before, you know? like, no one's ever asked."

now tommy's a little guarded. "yeah. you've been passing. you're still butch little buck to the world."

"and you pass, too! like, you're really… you know."

tommy nods. (maybe he kinda wants to jab at buck because he can't say the word masculine or butch or even say he's on a date with a man, but he doesn't.)

"it's funny but i think i don't," tommy says. "maybe it's the paranoia, internalized homophobia, toxic masculinity in the army and the 118 but… i've always felt like i stick out like a sore thumb. i've always felt like people know."

"they really don't, i promise."

tommy tilts his head. "how do you know?"

"i mean… well, okay, i did… tell eddie you were gay."

"what, recently? he didn't notice the couple of dozen times i've called you my boyfriend in the last six months? or the other way around?"

"no, way at the beginning after our last first date. i said something like, you don't hide it but you don't advertise it. he didn't know."

"and you think eddie is everyone?" tommy lets out a big breath. "well, he's not. you're both very adorable and very dense, mr. i didn't know he was jealous until he sprained my ankle and mr. i didn't know i had a crush until i sprained his ankle. other people, they might notice."

buck motions over his shoulder. "they didn't notice. they didn't know until you told them."

"one of them didn't." pause. "is it a problem that i told them?"

"... no, no of course not."

tommy's eyebrows go up. "so now those five women in the los angeles area know you like to fuck men. now what?"

"a man. i like you."

"right. you like me and you like to fuck me."

takes buck a minute to say, "right… well, it's not always…"

tommy laughs. "i meant categorically. kinsey 1? you think i'm your one and done?"

"i don't care about the scale, i care about you."

"it's not about the scale, buddy."

suddenly, perfect timing, a giant plate of spumoni arrives at their table. "from the ladies," the waiter says. there's a piece of paper to go with it that the waiter hands to tommy.

(is this the hot waiter? maybe he hands the paper to tommy and they share a look that buck doesn't like. there's lingering eye contact and it feels weirdly knowing even though they're strangers. probably strangers. does tommy know him? maybe the waiter's gay, too, and maybe he and tommy have hooked up? but tommy would have said something, or will say something. now tommy's unfolding the paper and definitely looking at the waiter's ass as he walks away. it's all A Lot and buck's upset, even as he remembers "it's okay to look."

(but does that apply to tommy, who knows he's gay? because he thought tommy meant it like, it's okay for buck to keep looking at women or still sometimes look at women because he's new to this. but tommy still looks at men even when he's with buck? that's—well okay of course he does, tommy knows what he likes, buck isn't dumb, or so cocky that he thinks he's the only guy tommy ever wants to look at again. tommy likes men. he's gonna look at men, and buck is gonna see him look at men sometimes.

(does anyone else see it, when tommy checks out men?)

"the note's from them?" buck turns around and the girls wave at them. buck weakly gives a thumbs up and turns back to tommy, who's cracking up at the note. he hands it to buck:

sorry for hitting on you during your anniversary date!!! the spumoni here is SO GOOD! also: rachel b. (that's me!!): 2 (does my sister's bachelorette party count?) cindy: 4 (seven sisters school haha) patricia: 00000000 (boring! sorry! and you guys are so hot!!! please reconsider? jk!!!) rachel s.: 5 (i thought i was the token gay and here's CINDY) sarah (recently a divorcée): 1 but that number is going UP happy anniversary!!!!!

"oh, wow," buck says. "that's a lot of information."

tommy gets up and heads over to the women, crouches at their table. buck turns around and watches the way he makes them laugh, the way one of them touches his arm, the little glances they throw buck's way—it's different. it's different from the way tommy was acting with him here. he's louder and… gayer. hands way more… out there. lots of head tilts. one of the women from the other side of the table gets up and hugs tommy tight, and they all call out byeeeeeeeeeee tommyyyyyyy as he comes back. he's turning bright red as he sits with buck again. heads around the restaurant turn towards them and buck feels frozen on the spot.

tommy looks happy, then disappointed. "was that too much?"

"too much what?"

tommy raises his eyebrows.

"you keep doing that, like—"

"did i queen it up too much for you?"

"no i just… didn't know you were like that. or could be, sometimes."

tommy looks like he's about to say something bitchy, but then he puts it away. "that's what i mean. sometimes i'm obvious, even if you can't see it."

"i mean, that was obvious. you just put on a show for everyone."

tommy laughs, shocked surprise, and kind of angry. "and does that upset you?"

"no, of course not!" buck pauses. "did you know that waiter?"

"the waiter?"

"yeah, you were like, looking at him, and you checked him out."

"and? you checked rachel b. out when she was here and i didn't say anything. i said it was okay to look. which of these things is a problem?"

buck checks himself. he doesn't really know what he's mad about, or if he's even mad. he's just uncomfortable. everything feels uncomfortable and weird, and like everyone's looking at him. that waiter knows something about tommy, those girls like tommy more than they like him, and why wouldn't they? tommy was so cool and easy with them, and buck's all weird and awkward with everyone, and their anniversary dinner kind of sucks now.

"are you okay?" tommy asks. "are you gonna make me eat this whole plate of spumoni by myself?" he pauses. "are you jealous of that waiter?"

"i don't know." buck sits back and sulks. "i hate this place. i don't know why we keep coming here."

"well, the pizza's pretty good, this spumoni is great, and the last time we were here, you told eddie we were gonna pick up some hot chicks after we saw our movie." tommy's foot nudges buck's under the table; buck startles. "you move on from that at all? you still wanna go pick up hot chicks? there's five right over your shoulder. they're thinking of hitting up rachel s.'s favorite lesbian bar. they even asked if we wanted to come with them."

buck looks panicked. "did you say yes?" suddenly he remembers himself. "sorry, sorry, i mean—like, women i've dated talk about it all the time, you know, going to gay bars so they don't get hit on."

tommy nods, then leans in: "but they're going to a lesbian bar so they do get hit on." tommy leans back and says, "which is pretty funny."

"is it?"

"isn't it?"

"like…" buck doesn't even know what he wants to say. he doesn't really—he can't picture, exactly, what bothers him. "like what if they do meet someone, you know? some nice lady? and they make out or hook up and then one of them is like, actually sorry this was fun but—"

"so what?" tommy's eyebrows are climbing into his hair again. "you've never hooked up at a bar or club and done that? sorry, this was fun…"

"but they…"

"they need to take it more seriously?"

"yeah. yes. exactly. it's serious business!! it's not just walking into some bar and making out with a—being a woman and making out with a woman and maybe that's your whole thing now, or it's not your thing and—and what if she gets hurt, you know?"

"the hypothetical dyke that will instantly fall in love with one of the kinsey zeros through four and have her heart broken?"

"stop making fun of me, i'm serious."

"i can tell but i don't know what you're serious about." tommy adjusts his chair, sits up straight, but buck notices how he pulls his chair back a little, like he's making more space. space to leave? is he gonna get up and leave because buck is doing too much, or saying the wrong things, or being weird about women, or thinking about women, or not—

"it's really funny, actually," tommy says. "that hypothetical lesbian bar romance is the most i've seen you engage with like, anything gay besides getting your dick in my mouth."

"jesus, tommy, we're in public." buck doesn't even realize he's said something weird until he sees how tommy has gone so quiet and still. "i care about stuff. i engage."

"really? you didn't go to pride."

"i was working, so were you."

"i would have traded shifts if you wanted to go."

buck's uncomfortable again. "did i have to go?"

"of course not, but did you want to go? have you gone before?"

"of course i have," buck says, but he's not sure. he's usually working, and sometimes they get calls to handle something during pride but it's rarely anything weird: dehydration, party drugs gone wrong or too far. they're usually in and out before buck can get much pride done.

"i'm working, usually," buck admits. "but if you wanted to go…"

"it's not really my scene, either, but you didn't feel like… any kind of call? any kind of curiosity? what it would be like to take the day off, go to pride, be there with a boyfriend? like you'd be out there in your little shorts—"

"i don't own little shorts."

tommy smiles and he looks kind of mean, like he got a cheap shot at his expense except buck doesn't get it.

"what? i don't! they make my thighs look too big."

"alright, forget that. but the rest of it. you didn't want to be out with other gay people, showing off your boyfriend, getting shown off by your boyfriend? because i would have." tommy suddenly goes still again. "i would have shown you off."

a real gut punch. "tommy, i didn't know you wanted to go."

"i didn't know how much you didn't want to go."

"it just… it doesn't feel like it's for me! i didn't…"

tommy waits. buck waits. 

"are you bisexual?" tommy asks. "pansexual? both? neither? queer? straight?"

defensively: "i'm not straight, i have a boyfriend."

"and that makes you…"

buck pauses. "i don't know." he looks at tommy, who looks worried.

"do you want to know?"

pause. "i guess i have to."

"you don't have to do anything, but it bugs me that you have a boyfriend and that's all you care about. it bothers me that it's been six months and you've never thought about all the times we've been clocked in public. being seen like that didn't bother you? or did you not notice?"

buck flinches. apparently the latter. "we have?"

"yes, evan. every coffee place or restaurant or bar with a little rainbow outside, and even the ones that don't. two guys head in together, standing close together, flirting with each other—"

"that doesn't mean…" buck hears himself. 

"what? maybe it doesn't mean we're there to check out the glory hole in the back, but it means we're probably a couple. does that bother you? i mean, it clearly does, but did you even realize until now that it bothered you?"

"no! it didn't bother me because it wasn't a big deal. you're making it a big deal. why can't we just go out and have fun? now i have to go around and count how many people think we're gay, or if people even notice, or if i'm being weird and making it obvious i'm with you, or…"

"and, six months late, welcome to my life," tommy says. "seriously, do you want any of this spumoni or what?"

[imalonerdottie-arebel]

Okay I'm so down bad for this man.

I'm totally parasocial about him but I don't care. I think about him everyday and I'm just obsessed. Like I never fantasize about men and I fantasize about this one. Uuunnfnggghhh it hurts I'm almost at the point of writing love songs to him

luigi genuinely has the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen on a man, i hope and pray he never loses it. and don’t get me started on those dimples lorddd, everytime i see a picture of him smiling my heart skips 50 beats

[divinelyparkjimin]

— sweet and spicy [m] | ksj.

◦ summary ↠ studying with your tutor should be simple, but distractions can lead to unexpected lessons. who knew cramming for exams could get this... heated? (requested by anon)

◦ pairing ↠ seokjin x reader

◦ word count ↠ 5.9k

◦ genre ↠ fluff, smut

◦ content warning(s) ↠ tutor!seokjin, student!reader, suggestive/explicit content, dirty talk, penetrative sex, ejaculation, f. and m. orgasm, oral sex, a lot of making out, unprotected sex, handjob, tit sucking

a/n: this is for the anon that requested a oneshot with seokjin and his lovely lips <3 ik you said kinda spicy but i accidentally made it very spicy lol, hope you don't mind!

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The clock on the library wall ticked in perfect sync with your growing anxiety. You had been staring at the same problem for ten minutes, the numbers on the page blurring together into a mess of indecipherable hieroglyphics.

“I’m going to fail,” you muttered under your breath, slumping further into your seat.

Your professor’s voice from last week echoed in your head: “You should really consider a tutor. It might help clear up some of the confusion.”

And now, here you were, waiting for your supposed savior to arrive and pull you from the depths of statistical despair.

The door creaked open, and you glanced up just in time to see him step inside.

“Sorry I’m late,” the newcomer said, setting his bag on the table with a soft thud. “The café line was longer than I thought.”

He was tall, dressed in a cozy gray sweater that looked as soft as a cloud, and his black-rimmed glasses perched perfectly on the bridge of his nose. But what truly caught your attention—against your better judgment—were his lips. They looked… soft. Pink. Kissable, even.

“I’m Seokjin,” he said, his voice warm and smooth. He offered a smile, and oh, that just made it worse. His lips curved in the kind of way that could make angels weep.

You snapped out of it, suddenly realizing he was waiting for you to introduce yourself. “Oh! Uh, hi. I’m—um—Y/N.”

He nodded, pulling out a notebook and pen. “Alright, so what’s giving you trouble?”

“Everything,” you admitted, gesturing dramatically at your textbook.

Seokjin laughed, the sound light and easy, but your eyes betrayed you and flicked to his mouth. The way his lips moved when he laughed—it was almost hypnotic. You mentally slapped yourself. Focus. You’re here to pass this class, not ogle your tutor.

“Okay, let’s start simple,” he said, flipping through your textbook until he found a page filled with diagrams and formulas. “Here’s a problem. Walk me through how you’d solve it.”

You nodded, trying to focus on the numbers. But Seokjin leaned closer to point something out on the page, and suddenly, your brain short-circuited. His lips were so close you could see the faintest shine of lip balm.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You blinked. “Huh?”

He tilted his head. “The problem?”

“Oh, uh…” You scrambled to come up with something that didn’t sound ridiculous. “Yeah, I… totally get it now. Thanks!”

His brows furrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Really? Because you just wrote the wrong formula entirely.”

Your face flushed. “Oh. Right. I was just… testing you?”

Seokjin laughed again, the sound sending your heart racing. “Sure you were. Don’t worry, I’ll explain it again.”

By the third time Seokjin explained the problem, you had made some progress. But honestly? Your brain was running on fumes.

"See? It's not that bad," he said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. "You’re getting the hang of it.”

You managed a weak smile, still hyper-aware of the way his lips moved with every word. How was it possible to explain statistics and look that good doing it? It should’ve been illegal.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, tapping your pen against your notebook to distract yourself. "I mean, I still hate it, but at least it makes… slightly more sense now."

Seokjin chuckled, his shoulders shaking just enough to make his sweater shift in the most distracting way. You were about to tell yourself to get it together when he suddenly leaned forward again, his elbow propped on the table and his chin resting on his hand.

"So," he said casually, "why did you really sign up for tutoring? You don't seem like the type to give up easily."

You froze. Was he teasing you? His tone was light, but his eyes held genuine curiosity.

"Um," you stalled, trying to come up with a reasonable answer that didn’t involve your professor practically begging you to get help. "I guess I just… wanted to make sure I didn’t fail? You know, for my GPA."

He nodded thoughtfully, and for a moment, you thought you’d gotten away with it.

"Fair enough," he said. But then his lips quirked into a smirk. "But you might want to stop zoning out so much during our sessions if you really want that GPA to survive."

Your face burned. "I don’t—" You cut yourself off, realizing how defensive you sounded. "I’m not zoning out."

"Really?" he said, tilting his head. "Because every time I look up, you’re staring at me like I just said something in Greek."

"Maybe it’s because statistics is Greek," you shot back, desperate to steer the conversation away from your very obvious distraction.

He laughed again, and this time, it was louder, filling the quiet library room. His laughter wasn’t polished or quiet; it was unfiltered, almost boyish, and far too contagious.

“Well, maybe I should start explaining in actual Greek,” he teased, closing your textbook with a soft thud. “Or we could call it a day. You’re making progress, but your brain looks like it’s about to overheat.”

You opened your mouth to protest but realized he wasn’t wrong. “Fine,” you said, leaning back in your chair. “But next time, you’re bringing snacks. Brain fuel and all that.”

Seokjin raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a smirk. “You’re really bold for someone who just admitted to hating this entire subject.”

“And yet,” you shot back, gathering your things, “you’re still tutoring me. So, who’s the real fool here?”

His laughter bubbled up again, softer this time, and you felt a small swell of pride at having made him laugh. It was quickly replaced by a flutter of nerves when he reached over to tap the corner of your notebook.

“Same time next week?” he asked, his voice a little quieter.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly feeling warm under his gaze. “Thanks, Seokjin.”

He smiled, a soft, almost shy thing, and nodded. “Anytime.”

The following week, you found yourself looking forward to tutoring. Not because of the subject (God, no), but because of him. Every time you walked into the library and saw him waiting there, his glasses perched on his nose and a soft smile playing on his lips, it was like a little jolt of electricity.

This time, Seokjin greeted you with a coffee cup and a small bag of pastries.

“Fuel,” he said, holding them out. “For the overworked student who claims to hate stats but keeps showing up anyway.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “You actually brought snacks? You know I was just kidding.”

He shrugged, but there was a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “I thought it might help. Plus, bribery works wonders for focus.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

“Only when I have pastries,” he replied, sliding one toward you.

For the next hour, you worked through problems, your frustration ebbing slightly thanks to the sugar and Seokjin’s patient explanations. Still, your focus wavered every now and then—especially when he leaned closer to check your work, his glasses slipping down his nose just enough to make your heart race.

“You’re doing better,” he said, his tone genuinely impressed. “See? I told you it wasn’t hopeless.”

“Maybe it’s your teaching,” you replied without thinking, and then froze when his ears turned pink.

“Maybe,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to yours for just a moment before he cleared his throat. “Okay, let’s try this one.”

But as the session went on, you noticed it wasn’t just you who seemed distracted. Seokjin kept fiddling with his pen, his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual. When he leaned closer to point something out, you thought you caught him glance at your lips before quickly looking back at the page.

By the time the session ended, your heart was pounding, and you weren’t sure if it was from the stats or something else entirely.

The next morning, an email from Seokjin had come in.

Hey, just a heads-up—I’m not going to campus today, but if you still want to meet, we can do the session at my place. Let me know if that works.

It had taken you all of five seconds to reply.

That’s fine, I really need this session. Text me the address.

And now here you were, standing outside Seokjin’s apartment with your notebook clutched to your chest and a slight flutter of nerves in your stomach.

You knocked twice, and within seconds, the door swung open.

“Hey,” Seokjin said, his usual soft smile in place. He was dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, and somehow he looked even better like this—comfortable and casual, with his hair slightly tousled as if he’d just run his hands through it.

“Come in,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.

His apartment was small but cozy, with warm lighting, a neatly arranged bookshelf, and a faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. There was a laptop open on the coffee table and a few notebooks stacked beside it.

“You didn’t have to bring all your stuff,” he said, eyeing the books tucked under your arm.

“I didn’t know what to expect,” you admitted, setting your things down on the table. “But I’m not taking any chances with finals week coming up in a couple weeks.”

He chuckled, gesturing toward the couch. “Well, you’re in luck. I even made coffee. Or tea, if that’s more your thing.”

You sat down, trying not to notice how close he was when he joined you. The couch wasn’t exactly huge, and the way his knee brushed against yours when he shifted sent a jolt through you.

“Okay,” he said, pulling a notebook onto his lap. “Let’s start with the practice problems I sent you last week.”

At first, it was just like any other session—him explaining concepts, you trying to keep up. But the proximity was impossible to ignore. Every time he leaned over to point at your notebook or correct something, his voice seemed lower, softer, and his presence far too distracting.

“Almost,” Seokjin murmured, his hand brushing yours as he reached for your pencil. “You just forgot to divide by the total here.”

You froze, watching the way his fingers wrapped around the pencil. They were long and elegant, and when he looked up, his face was only inches from yours.

“Oh,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, the air between you felt heavier. You could see the faint pink on his ears again, the way his lashes fluttered just slightly when he blinked.

“Here,” he said, pulling back and clearing his throat. “Try it again.”

You nodded, forcing yourself to focus on the problem. But as the session went on, the tension only grew.

At one point, you leaned over to grab your eraser from the table, and when you straightened up, your shoulder brushed against his. It was such a small thing, but the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his hoodie lingered.

“Sorry,” you muttered, though you weren’t sure why.

“No, it’s fine,” he said quickly, his voice a little tighter than usual.

By the end of the session, you were both more relaxed—or at least pretending to be. The stack of practice problems had dwindled, and Seokjin leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms over his head with a groan.

“You’re actually getting good at this,” he said, his voice teasing but genuine. “See? Told you stats wasn’t impossible.”

“Only because you’re a good tutor,” you replied, surprising yourself with how easily the words came out.

Seokjin paused mid-stretch, his eyes meeting yours. There was something unreadable in his expression, but it disappeared quickly as he smiled.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up again.

The conversation might’ve ended there, but then you noticed a small smudge of ink beside his cushiony lips—probably from when he’d been jotting down notes earlier.

“You’ve got…” You hesitated, gesturing vaguely at your own face. “Ink. Right there.”

“Where?” he asked, frowning as he touched his cheek, missing the spot entirely.

“Here,” you said, leaning forward without thinking. Your hand brushed against his jaw as you wiped at the smudge with your thumb, and you felt him go completely still under your touch.

When you realized what you were doing, you froze too, your eyes locking with his. His gaze flicked to your lips, and for a second, you thought he might close the distance between you.

“Got it,” you said quickly, pulling back and trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding.

“Thanks,” he murmured, his voice lower than before.

The rest of the session ended in a flurry of awkward goodbyes and hurried packing, but as you left his apartment, you couldn’t shake the memory of how close you’d been—or the way his lips had looked in that moment, soft and impossibly inviting.

After the first session at Seokjin’s apartment, the two of you fell into a new rhythm. Instead of meeting at the library, you started alternating between your places. It was more convenient, and though neither of you said it out loud, it felt… comfortable. Familiar. Like a natural evolution of whatever this was between you.

For your next session, Seokjin arrived a few minutes early, balancing a bag of takeout in one hand and his ever-present notebook in the other.

“You didn’t have to bring food,” you said, stepping aside to let him in.

He shrugged, setting the bag on your coffee table. “Consider it payment for making me leave the house on a Saturday.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, sitting beside him on the couch. As the session began, you noticed how different it felt having him here, in your space. The way he looked so at ease, leaning back against your cushions, his long legs stretching out in front of him.

At one point, you got up to grab your water bottle, and when you came back, Seokjin had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Do you always study with a giant stuffed bear on your couch?” he teased, holding up the plushie you’d forgotten to hide.

Your face burned. “It’s comfortable, okay?”

“I’m not judging,” he said, his grin widening. “I’m just saying, you could’ve warned me I’d have competition.”

You groaned, grabbing the bear from him and tossing it aside. But the playful banter eased the tension, making the session feel more like hanging out than studying.

By the time you’d finished the practice problems, Seokjin stretched his arms over his head and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Okay, enough stats for one day. My brain is fried,” he declared.

“Yeah same,” you sighed before raising an eyebrow. “Is this how you treat all your students?”

“Only the ones who threaten to fail without me,” he shot back, smirking.

Your next session was set to be at your apartment again, with Seokjin arriving at your apartment looking as put-together as ever. You were already flustered—having barely managed to shove your laundry into a basket to make the place look semi-presentable.

"Don’t judge," you warned as he stepped in, glancing around your living room.

“I’m not,” he replied, amused. “I’ve seen worse.”

The session went smoothly enough, but at some point, Seokjin needed a pen.

"Do you have another one?" he asked, looking up from his notebook.

"Yeah, let me grab one!" you said, heading toward your desk.

Before you could, though, Seokjin leaned over the arm of the couch to grab your backpack—and froze, pulling out an article of clothing instead.

"Uh…" His voice trailed off as he held it up—a lacy, bright-colored bra that you’d obviously forgotten to hide.

You whipped around, horrified. “Oh my God, Seokjin, put that down!”

But instead of being embarrassed, he smirked, dangling the bra by one strap.

“Well,” he said, his tone teasing but his ears betraying him with a hint of redness, “I didn’t know tutoring came with such… unexpected discoveries.”

“Stop!” you yelped, lunging forward to snatch it from him.

He laughed, holding it just out of reach. “Is this what you’ve been distracted by during our sessions? Should I start dressing fancier to compete?”

“Seokjin, I swear—”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he relented, handing it back to you with a grin. But the way his eyes lingered on your flustered expression made your heart pound.

“Next time, I’m hiring a professional tutor,” you muttered, stuffing the bra into your laundry basket.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Sure you will.”

A couple days later, Seokjin had invited you over again, this time for a movie. Although, if you were being honest with yourself, the movie was probably the last thing on either of your minds.

"Okay, so you’re telling me you’ve never seen this movie?" Seokjin asked, holding up the DVD case like it was a sacred relic.

“Not everyone’s a walking encyclopedia of rom-coms,” you shot back, leaning back against the armrest of his couch.

“It’s not just a rom-com,” he argued, waving the case in front of you like it was the most important thing on the planet. “It’s a classic. You’ll thank me later.”

With a dramatic sigh, you gave in, letting him pop the DVD into the player. Soon enough, you were both nestled comfortably on his couch, a bowl of popcorn between you.

The movie started off fine enough, but as it went on, your attention started to wander. Seokjin’s proximity—the feeling of his body so close to yours, the way his arm rested casually along the back of the couch, his knee brushing against yours whenever he shifted—was far more distracting than the plot.

The soft glow of the TV illuminated his face, casting gentle shadows across his features, making him look even more attractive. His lips, soft and slightly parted as he laughed at some of the jokes, became the sole object of your focus.

"You’re quiet," he murmured during a lull in the movie, glancing at you sideways with a teasing look.

"Just… paying attention," you mumbled, not daring to look at him.

"Are you, though?" he teased, shifting slightly to face you. "Because you’ve been staring at me for the past ten minutes."

Your face immediately heated up. “I have not!”

“Hmm,” he hummed, clearly enjoying your reaction. His smirk widened as he leaned in just a little closer, his face filling your vision. “You sure about that? I wouldn’t mind.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you couldn’t help but look at his lips. His voice had dropped a few notches, and his gaze softened, no longer playful but searching—waiting for something unspoken. The noise of the movie faded as the tension in the air between you two thickened, heavy and palpable.

“Seokjin,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft, but the way he looked at you—intent and steady—sent a shiver down your spine.

Your eyes darted to his lips for just a moment, and that was all it took. His playful smirk faded, and his expression shifted to something far more sincere, far more urgent. Slowly, his hand lifted, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face before lingering near your cheek, his touch light but warm.

Then, without a word, he closed the distance. His lips met yours in a kiss that started gentle, tentative, almost like a question. You froze for a split second, heart racing, but your body moved on instinct. Your hands gripped the front of his sweater, tugging him closer as the kiss deepened.

The movie continued in the background, but neither of you were paying attention anymore. Seokjin's hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer, his lips moving against yours with more urgency. You kissed him back, eager, your body instinctively pressing against his.

His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, then moved to your lips, caressing them softly before slipping back into the kiss. The sensation was intoxicating—electric. You could feel his heart racing against yours as his lips grew more demanding, his kisses coming faster, deeper.

The soft glow from the TV flickered across his features, making everything feel dreamlike, surreal, as if this moment wasn’t really happening. His hand slipped to your waist, pulling you toward him until your bodies were flush against each other. The heat of his chest, the firmness of his body, left you breathless as you melted into him.

Then, just as the kiss grew more heated, a dramatic swell of music from the movie blasted through the speakers, breaking the spell.

Seokjin pulled back slightly, his lips barely an inch from yours, eyes dark with desire. He glanced toward the screen, looking a little amused before turning back to you.

“We won’t be needing this anymore,” he murmured, his voice low as he reached for the remote, never breaking eye contact. The click of the TV turning off was the only sound in the room now, the sudden silence making everything feel more intense.

Before you could even process what had just happened, Seokjin leaned in again, his lips crashing into yours with renewed fervor. His hands found their way to your back, pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. His lips were hotter now, more demanding, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your hands roamed up to his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt, before you slid your hands into his hair, tugging him closer. He groaned against your lips, his fingers digging into your back as the kiss deepened further, passion igniting between you. The sensation of his lips moving against yours—of his body pressing closer to yours—made your head spin.

You could feel his hands exploring your body, his fingertips brushing the curve of your side, making your breath hitch. His mouth never left yours, the kiss turning into something desperate, almost frantic, as if neither of you could wait any longer. Seokjin’s breath was shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you both lost yourselves in the kiss.

Your bodies were tangled in the soft cushions of the couch now, the world outside fading into oblivion. Every kiss, every touch, felt like an invitation to something more.

Seokjin finally pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, both of you breathing heavily. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked, his voice husky with desire, his thumb brushing along your jaw.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath. “I’m more than okay,” you whispered, your voice shaky but full of longing.

Seokjin’s eyes searched yours, his thumb still brushing along your jaw as if grounding himself in the moment. Just as you opened your mouth to say something, a glance at the clock over his shoulder made your heart drop.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, sitting up abruptly. “I have class in fifteen minutes!”

Seokjin blinked in surprise, then let out a soft laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“I’m not!” you exclaimed, frantically gathering your scattered belongings.

He leaned back against the couch, arms draped casually along the cushions, watching you with a grin that made your heart race all over again. “You sure you don’t want to skip? I mean, we were in the middle of something really important.”

You shot him a glare, though the heat in your cheeks probably made it far less intimidating. “Nice try, Seokjin. I can’t fail this class because of you.”

“Fair,” he conceded, standing to walk you to the door. But as you reached for the doorknob, he tugged you back, planting a quick, heated kiss on your lips that left you breathless. “Hurry back when you’re done,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing.

From that day on, a pattern emerged. Every time you came over—whether to study, watch a movie, or just hang out—the two of you would inevitably end up tangled together, lips locked and breaths mingling. It didn’t matter if it was before or after you hit the books; somehow, the boundaries between tutoring sessions and heated makeout sessions blurred until they were almost nonexistent.

It became your guilty pleasure, a secret routine that neither of you dared to acknowledge aloud. And then, finally, the day of the exam arrived.

You walked into the lecture hall with butterflies in your stomach and left with a grin you couldn’t contain. A 91! You had passed, and not just barely—you’d crushed it. The first thing you did after checking your grade was text Seokjin, your fingers flying over the keyboard as you told him the news.

His response was instant: Come over. We’re celebrating.

You didn’t need to be told twice. Within minutes, you were at his door, and before you could even step inside, Seokjin was pulling you into his arms, his lips crashing into yours.

“Congratulations,” he murmured against your lips, his voice warm and full of pride.

But there was no time for further words. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that sent sparks shooting down your spine. You barely registered the door closing behind you as the two of you stumbled into the apartment, too caught up in each other to care.

His hands roamed over your body with an urgency that made your heart race, slipping beneath your shirt to explore the bare skin underneath. You tugged at his hoodie, eager to feel more of him, and he obliged, pulling it off in one fluid motion before his lips found yours again.

This time, there was no stopping, no holding back. The couch cushions were a familiar backdrop as Seokjin pressed you down, his body warm and solid against yours. His kisses grew deeper as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of your shirt, his eyes flicking up to yours for permission. When you gave a small, almost imperceptible nod, he didn’t hesitate.

With a swift motion, he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it onto the floor. His eyes darkened as they roamed over you, lingering on the lacy bra you’d decided to wear that day.

“Well, well,” he murmured, his tone teasing as his fingers ghosted over the edge of the fabric. “You wore this? Almost like you were expecting to celebrate.” he teased, his fingers grazing the edge of your lacy bra. His smirk was back, though it softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against your collarbone.

“Shut up,” you managed, breathless and flustered, though the way your hands gripped his shoulders betrayed your eagerness.

Your face burned, and you tried to turn away, but his hand cupped your chin, gently guiding your gaze back to him. His grin widened, clearly enjoying your flustered state.

“I wasn’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a laugh.

“Relax,” he said, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’m not complaining. In fact…” He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I think it’s perfect.”

His mouth moved lower, leaving a trail of soft, open-mouthed kisses along your skin, his hands sliding up your sides as he explored every inch of you. When his lips finally returned to yours, the kiss was deeper, hungrier, his body pressing against yours as if he couldn’t get close enough.

Your hands found their way to his shirt, tugging at the fabric until he got the hint and pulled it off. You couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer.

“Still think I’m the one who expected this?” you teased, emboldened by his reaction.

Seokjin paused, his lips hovering over yours as he chuckled, low and rich. “Oh, I definitely did. But I’m glad you were prepared too.”

With that, he captured your lips again, the playful banter melting away as the moment grew even more heated. The air between you was thick with desire, every touch, every kiss igniting a fire that neither of you wanted to put out.

As the kiss deepened, Seokjin's hands roamed over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your waist, the swell of your hips. Your own hands were just as busy, exploring the contours of his chest, the broadness of his shoulders.

The room around you melted away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the heat of the moment. The darkness was almost palpable, a living thing that wrapped itself around you, holding you close. You felt like you were drowning in Seokjin's eyes, those piercing brown orbs that seemed to see right through to your very soul.

And yet, even as you felt like you were losing yourself in him, you knew that this was exactly where you wanted to be. This was what you had been waiting for, what you had been hoping for all along.

Seokjin's lips left yours for a moment, and he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "I want to see all of you," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to touch every inch of your skin."

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks as he spoke, but you couldn't help the way your body responded to his words. You nodded slowly, and Seokjin's eyes flashed with excitement.

With gentle fingers, he reached behind you and unfastened the clasp on your bra. The straps slid down your arms, and Seokjin's eyes widened as he took in the sight of your bare skin. He reached out a hand and cupped one breast in his palm, his thumb tracing circles around the nipple until it hardened beneath his touch.

As Seokjin's hands continued to caress your breasts, his mouth descended upon them, his plump lips wrapping around one nipple with a gentle reverence. The softness and fullness of his lips were almost distracting, making you wonder how something so visually appealing could also feel so incredible. He kissed the nipple softly, his lips molding around it as he sucked gently.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, his lips tracing circles around the nipple before wrapping around it again. The sensation was exquisite, and you felt yourself arching your back, pushing into his touch as he continued to kiss and suckle your breasts.

After lavishing attention on your breasts, Seokjin's mouth began to kiss down your stomach, his lips tracing a path of fire along your skin. With each kiss, you felt anticipation build within you. He teased you with each touch of his lips, getting closer and closer to the heat between your legs but never quite reaching it. The suspense was deliciously agonizing.

Finally, Seokjin returned to your lips, kissing them with a fervor that left you breathless. His tongue danced against yours as he deepened the kiss. He didn't stop there; his mouth wandered to your neck, leaving behind a trail of hickeys as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive skin.

"Your lips are so fucking perfect," you whispered into his ear, running your fingers over their full shape in awe. "They feel as good as they look."

Seokjin chuckled low in his throat but didn't stop kissing and sucking on your neck. After a few moments of this sensual assault on your senses, he pulled back slightly and whispered against your earlobe.

"Enough of my lips; time to see what yours can do."

With that tantalizing promise hanging in the air between you like an unfinished challenge waiting for resolution - Seokjin stood up from where they had been sitting together on couch pulling both pants & boxers all way down letting them pool at feet before taking seat once more now fully exposed

You got onto your knees between his legs spread wide and proceeded to give him a blow job. You began by licking his quivering length, taking its head into your mouth. You started sucking gently, gradually increasing suction pressure and movement speed.

Your hand rose to begin stroking his shaft up and down while continuing to suck on it, your fingers wrapped tightly around base, moving in the opposite direction of your head bobbing. You made sure to pay special attention to the ridge just beneath where the head of his cock meets the shaft, knowing the extra sensitivity there.

As you continued to stroke and suck, Seokjin's eyes remained locked on yours, besides when he'd occasionally draw his head back in rawr pleasure. His hands rested on your head, gently guiding the pace but letting you set the rhythm. The sensation of his fingers in your hair, combined with the taste and feel of him in your mouth, was incredibly erotic.

You could feel his excitement building, his breathing getting heavier, and his muscles tensing under your touch. Encouraged by his reactions, you deepened the suction slightly, moving your head in a steady bobbing motion while your hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft.

Seokjin's moans filled the air, soft at first but growing louder as he neared climax. His hands tightened in your hair, not pulling but applying gentle pressure as if urging you on without wanting to disrupt the perfect rhythm you'd established.

Just as it seemed like he was about to come, Seokjin suddenly pulled back, his chest heaving with exertion. "Not yet," he whispered hoarsely, "I want to come inside you."

He gently helped you up from your knees and led you back to the couch. This time, as he sat down, he pulled you onto his lap so that you were straddling him. The position was intimate and vulnerable at the same time.

With deft hands, Seokjin guided himself into you, filling a void that had been aching for fulfillment since this encounter began. As he entered deeper into you, your warmth enveloped around him fully. Everything else faded away, leaving only the sensations between two people completely lost within another.

The movement started slow but was soon quickened, as he grew more desperate. The two of you lost track of the time or your surroundings, solely existing in the moment of moving bodies seeking release.

As the movements became more rhythmic and intense, the connection between you and Seokjin deepened. Every thrust, every sensation, seemed to be amplified.

Your hands were on his shoulders, his around your waist, holding you close as you moved together. Seokjin's eyes locked onto yours, filled with raw desire. Yet, there was also a tenderness there, a care that made this feel like more than just a physical act. It was as if he was seeing into your very soul, and you into his.

The pace quickened, the intensity building until it felt like everything was going to shatter apart at any moment. But instead of fear or anxiety, there was only anticipation - a desperate longing for that release.

And then, in an instant that seemed to stretch out forever, it happened. Seokjin's body tensed beneath yours, his muscles hardening as he came inside you. The sensation triggered your own climax, waves of pleasure crashing over you like a stormy sea.

For what felt like an eternity, you just sat there, wrapped in each other's arms as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through your bodies. It wasn't until your breathing began to slow that reality started seeping back in - the feel of the couch beneath you, the sound of your heartbeats slowly synchronizing back into separate rhythms.

Seokjin's arms loosened their hold on you slightly but didn't let go. Instead, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly before whispering against your skin.

"Looks like all our hard work paid off. Congrats on passing, beautiful."

a/n: wahoo! feel free to leave feedback, hope you all enjoyed!

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FENTON CRIME FAMILY 3

Part 2

Jazz is very annoyed right now. She is walking home from work today since she only needs to do a half day. The last breakout has released most of the inmates patients and they are still in the process of being returned except the one that poses major threats to Gotham.

Anyway, the reason why Jazz is so annoyed is because a group of men have been following her for awhile now. And they haven't even tried anything yet and just keep staring at her like she wouldn't notice them.

Going into a dark alley, Jazz decides that if they don't want to take action, she will force their hands into it. The men look at each other as Jazz enters the alley and follow suit. As soon as they enter the alley, they see Jazz make a turn deeper into the alley and run after Jazz to not lose her.

Apparently, they never get taught to never underestimate who they are pursuing. Immediately after they turn, the front guy is hit with a metal bat with a green printing that reads Fenton. The second guy reacts fast by holding the metal bat to avoid Jazz taking another swing but holding it bare hand is also a big mistake.

*Zaaaapppp*

The guy that holds the bat is shocked with a high voltage of lightning from the bat. His hair burns as electric static jumps from one of his hair to another.

Suddenly, just as she is about to pull her bat away, an arm reaches out to her shoulder, sending her instinct flaring, making her swing the bat as fast as possible towards the person that just approaches her.

*Crack*

Jazz: Oh my god! Jason! I'm so sorry. I don't know it is you. Let's go to the hospital to check on your hand right now.

Jazz reaches for Jason's other arm that doesn't get hit by her bat and starts pulling him out of the alley. Jason tries to pull away to stop her but in her panic, she doesn't realize how strong she is while pulling Jason.

Jason: Wait, Jazz. It's fine. Really. This is not the first time I break my hand. You don't need to feel guilty. How about this? You treat me to dinner later on in exchange for breaking my hand.

Jazz: But your hand. I can't just treat you to a meal and be done with it.

Jason: It's fine. Though if you really feel guilty about it, you can do me a really good favour.

Jazz: Favour?

Jason: Yes. It's nothing much. Rather than treating me to a meal, how about you go on a date with me?

Jazz: A date?

Jason: Yes. A date. Call me when it is convenient for you to go out with me. Okay?

Jazz: *Blushes* Yes.

Jason: Good. Don't forget to call me later, yes? You have my number right?

Jazz:*Nods*

Jason: Well then. See you later.

Jazz: Wait!

Jason: Yes?

Jazz: The day after tomorrow I'm free. Come pick me up after 9.

Jason: Alright. Bye princess.

Jazz just stares as Jason rides his motorcycle away down the road. Did she really just get a date with Jason? Oh my god! She can't believe it. Does Jason know she has a crush on him? Oh god she hopes she doesn't embarrassed herself just now. She sounds so desperate though. She can't let Danny or Ellie know about it.

-Jason POV-

Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god! Did he really just say that? To Jazz? How thick is his face? He even called her princess at the end. Thankfully she didn't react negatively. He totally blames Dick for rubbing his flirty personality on him. Where does he even find the confidence to say all of that with a straight face?

Though Jazz is very strong. Breaking his arm with a metal bat is one thing, but she also can pull him easily even if he struggles against her. Plus with her height slightly above him, she is totally his dream woman. There is a reason his favorite is Wonder Woman after all.

Jason rides his bike back to the manor, humming happily while completely forgotten about his broken hand. It is until Alfred hands out a cup of tea that he drops that he remembers that his hand is broken. Alfred heavily chastised him for trying to hide his injury and didn't take his excuse of forgetting about it.

Jason eats his dinner with the family quietly while imagining about his date later. When suddenly, his peace is interrupted.

Tim: Okay, I'm getting creeped out now. Why is Jason so quiet? Last time he was this quiet, he replaced all my coffee with a decaf.

Jason: What do you want with me, Timbo? You want me to cuss you out every few minutes? Or you want me to act lovey dovey with you? You could go to your boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever you are dating currently for that.

Stephanie: Yeah, Tim. I agree with Jason. We should leave him alone so that he could go back to dreaming about his imaginary girlfriend or something.

Jason: She is not imaginary!

Dick: You have a girlfriend! I knew it. That looks you have before this is only something I see when all of you get a new partner. Who is it? Is it someone we know? Come on, tell your big brother.

Jason: Fuck you! I don't need to tell shit to any of you. All of you have terrible love life anyway. I don't need advice from those that failed.

Dick,Steph,Cass,Tim: Hey!

Bruce:*Grunts*

Duke: I don't think mine is bad though.

Jason: Of course yours is good. That's why you are my favorite.

Dick: What! I thought I am your favorite.

Jason: No. You were my favorite. My favorite now is Duke.

Steph: No offense to Duke. But why him?

Jason: Because out of everyone here, he is the only one here who has a gang.

Duke: For the last time, We Are Robin is a movement. Not a gang.

Jason: Yeah sure, little brother. Whatever let you sleep at night.

Tim: Why don't we go back to the fact that Jason's girlfriend?

Jason: And why don't we talk about your missing spleen?

Tim: Touché

Dick: Wait, Jason. Does your girlfriend know about the Red Hood thingie? Or is she just a normal civilian?

Jason: Well she is a civilian alright. Just not a normal one.

Steph: What's that supposed to mean?

Jason: That's for you to figure out.

Jason then gets up and puts his dishes into the sink. He returns to his home and lays on his bed. Seeing his broken hand, he doesn't know if he should hope it heals sooner so that she can go on a date with Jazz better or he should wish that Jazz first give to him last a lot longer.

-The Bowery-

Danny and Ellie are having a stand off right now. The reason? Someone forgot to take out the trash and now Jazz is mad at everyone. Both of them are sure it is the other's turn to take out the trash but they just aren't sure enough.

Jazz at the side: It is actually me but I need something to distract me from today's incident.

[dollyoons]

𝐊𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐙.

━━ 𝓌𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯 𓈒𓈒𓈒 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗓 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𖥔 𝖿! 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗅 ౨ৎ 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌2𝗅 ┊ 𝓌𝘢𝘳𝘯. 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁

𝒏𝐨𝐭𝐞. lol sorry for lowkey disappearing on this account...but hey!! enjoy this hehe ^^

MEGAN WAS EXTREMELY CLUMSY, and she knew that. Among her group of friends, she was always voted as the biggest klutz of the group. Not only that, but she was also painfully awkward around other people, even if she didn't mean to make the atmosphere so awkward. 

Though, she supposes that her clumsiness and awkward nature is what got her your number. Was it an ideal situation? No, because accidentally bumping into you—who was the epitome of an angel—and spilling her extremely hot latte on you isn't exactly…the perfect way to meet the love of your life.

Megan had replayed the situation more times than she'd like to admit. It had been a chaotic blur of apologies, napkins, and shock. She expected you to yell, storm off, or at the very least shoot an intimidating glare at her for ruining your shirt (and your day). But instead, you were oddly polite about the whole thing. 

“I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear!” She stammered, quickly grabbing napkins from the nearest table and handing them to you. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, even as you dabbed at your damp top with a resigned sigh. 

Megan looked at you eye to eye, stunned at your simple question. She felt her face growing hotter by the second, feeling like the very same drink that she had spilled on you. “Me? I just dumped an entire drink on you, and you're asking me if I’m okay?!” she blurted, not realizing how stupid she sounded.

But, you only laughed—a soft, warm sound that only made the situation more unbearable. Or maybe it had made it better. Megan wasn't sure.

“Accidents happen,” you said with a shrug. “At least it was a pretty girl who spilled her latte on me, and not some asshole of a guy who would probably blame me!” You giggled, also making Megan let out a small chuckle. 

“But, if it'll make you feel less guilty, maybe you could give me your number? You know, in case I need to send you a dry cleaning bill or something.” 

Megan had agreed far too quickly, rapidly nodding her head as she fumbled for her phone, nearly dropping it twice before successfully typing in her digits. And since then, she's alternated from cringing and crashing out at her own actions and nervously checking her phone for any notification from you. 

Until, it came.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: hey latte girl! it’s y/n :) or, i mean, the one you spilled your latte on the other week lol. hopefully i didn't catch you at a bad time or anything…are you by any chance free this friday though? 

Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the message, her thumbs hovering hesitantly over her screen. So many thoughts running through her head at once—though she knows she shouldn't be overthinking it. 

The typing bubble popped up on her screen again, indicating that you were typing out another message. 

Ding! 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: sorry if this is a little…weird lmao. it's totally fine if you don't want to meet up on friday or if you have something better to do! 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: i don't wanna sound like a creep at all haha…

She giggled at her screen, feeling a little less nervous to shoot you a reply. Mindlessly, she started typing. 

hey! you aren't weird or a creep at all i promise lmao. friday works for me :) and i swear i wont bring any hot beverages to spill on you this time. 

Your reply came almost immediately. 

UNKNOWN NUMBER: LMFAO yeah…i don't think my wardrobe could handle another stain considering how clumsy i am at home. see you at 7? 

Friday at 7 Megan replied, smiling a little too hard at her phone. 

But although she scored a meetup with you, Megan had spent the rest of her week in a haze of nervous anticipation. She couldn't count the amount of times she had called Lara and Daniela to come over and help her plan an outfit. 

She kept telling herself that it wasn't at all a date—but rather a simple hangout over the whole latte incident and that you were just being kind—but deep down, she hoped it was something more. 

Friday came faster than she expected, and Megan found herself standing outside the café you’d suggested, nervously smoothing her top. She was determined to make a better impression this time—no spilled drinks, no awkward stammering, and no clumsy mishaps.

At least, that was the plan. 

“Hey, Latte Girl,” you said with a smile as you approached, and Megan’s heart skipped a beat.

“Hi,” she managed, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. “And, uh, just for the record, I promise to keep all drinks at a safe distance tonight.”

You laughed, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Megan didn’t feel awkward or out of place. But rather she felt comfortable and herself being around you. 

And maybe, her clumsiness wasn't a curse at all.

[creatur3featur3]

ੈ✩ Street Rat p5 ✩ੈ

word count: 12k GOD DAMN IM GONNA BURN OUT WTF

A/N: uhhh lots of rambling on, i wanted to edit this pretty heavily but, my nights are being taken by watching the loml play Stray on my nintendo switch so- yall get a unedited version because I have a life outside of this! don't kill me please

warnings: mentions of wounds, smut at the end, eating out Sev (r) (I could only write so much of it sorry gang)

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You sat stiffly on Sevika’s couch, your legs bouncing with barely contained anxiety. The fabric beneath you was surprisingly soft, not what you expected from someone like her. The whole place, really, was more put-together than you’d imagined. Still gritty, still undeniably hers, but… not a total dump.

Your hand hovered over your side, pressing gently against the makeshift bandage you’d thrown together on the way here. The stab wound throbbed, a sharp reminder of your less-than-stellar life choices. The fight had been ugly, and the guy you’d gone up against clearly hadn’t cared about playing fair.

“Stay still,” Sevika’s voice cut through your thoughts. She was across the room, rummaging through a cabinet. “You’re already bleeding all over my floor.”

You winced—not from pain, but from the sharp edge in her tone. “Sorry,” you mumbled, though you doubted she cared about the apology.

Sevika turned around, her metal arm gleaming faintly in the dim light as she carried a small kit over to you. “You’re lucky I’m even bothering,” she grumbled, dropping it on the table with a clatter. “Most people wouldn’t be dumb enough to pick that fight in the first place.”

You glanced down, avoiding her gaze. “He started it.”

“Yeah?” Sevika raised an eyebrow, pulling out a roll of bandages and some antiseptic. “And I’m guessing you just had to finish it, huh?”

You didn’t respond, biting your lip as she knelt in front of you. Her expression was unreadable, though the way she grabbed your arm to hold you steady was gentler than you’d expected.

“This is gonna sting,” she warned, holding up a bottle of antiseptic.

“I’ll be fine,” you muttered, bracing yourself.

The first touch of the liquid made you hiss through your teeth, your whole body jerking involuntarily. Sevika’s grip tightened, keeping you still.

“Stop squirming,” she said, her tone softer than before.

“I’m not squirming,” you shot back, though the watery sting in your eyes said otherwise.

She chuckled softly under her breath, shaking her head as she worked. “Tough talk for someone who can’t handle a little cleaning.”

You glared at her, but it didn’t hold much weight—not when she was literally keeping you from bleeding out. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, smirking as she wrapped the bandage around your side. “But don’t get used to it. This is a one-time favor.”

“Sure,” you said, wincing again as her fingers brushed against a particularly tender spot. “One time.”

But the way Sevika lingered, her hands steady and careful as she patched you up, made you wonder if she meant it.

Sevika sat back on her heels, her sharp eyes narrowing as she finished securing the bandage around your side. Her lips pressed into a thin line, the quiet tension in the room thick enough to choke on. She didn’t look amused.  

“Alright,” she started, crossing her arms over her chest as she rose to her full height, towering over you. “Mind telling me why the hell you’re still out there getting into fights?”  

You glanced up at her, then quickly looked away, suddenly finding the scuffed floor fascinating. “I mean, it’s the Undercity,” you said, shrugging nonchalantly despite the pain it caused. “Fights happen.”  

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped, her voice low and gruff. “You promised you’d do better.”  

There was a long pause. You could feel her gaze boring into you, waiting for an answer. Finally, you sighed, raising your hands in mock surrender.  

“Okay, okay,” you muttered, a small smirk tugging at your lips. “I may or may not have had my fingers crossed when I said that.”  

Sevika blinked, her expression unreadable at first. Then, her jaw tightened, and she let out a sharp, exasperated laugh.  

“Are you kidding me?” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re unbelievable.”  

“I mean, technically, I didn’t lie,” you pointed out, trying to suppress the grin creeping onto your face.  

“You’re lucky I didn’t let you bleed out,” she muttered, shaking her head as she leaned against the wall, arms still crossed.  

“Come on,” you said, sitting up straighter despite the ache in your side. “It wasn’t that bad.”  

Sevika raised an eyebrow, gesturing pointedly at the blood-stained rag you’d used earlier. “Sure. Not bad at all.”  

You winced, scratching the back of your neck. “Okay, maybe I could’ve handled it better.”  

“Maybe?” she shot back, her tone dripping with sarcasm.  

“Alright, alright,” you relented, holding up your hands again. “I’ll be more careful next time.”  

“There shouldn’t be a next time,” Sevika said firmly, her gaze hardening. “You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep this up.”  

The weight in her voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, you were at a loss for words.  

“I’ll… try,” you said quietly, your smirk fading.  

“Good,” she replied, though her eyes lingered on you, softer now, as if she wasn’t entirely convinced.

Sevika leaned against the kitchen counter, her metal arm glinting under the dim light as she glanced back at you. “You hungry?” she asked, her tone gruff, but the question caught you off guard.  

Your stomach growled in reply before you could even think to answer, and you sheepishly scratched the back of your neck. “Starving, actually,” you admitted with a small laugh.  

Sevika raised an eyebrow, pushing herself off the counter. “Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said, heading toward the tiny kitchen area.  

“Warn me?” you echoed, watching her rummage through a cabinet.  

She shrugged, pulling out a few ingredients and setting them on the counter. “I’m not much of a cook,” she muttered. “But I’ll try.”  

You couldn’t help the skeptical look that crossed your face. Sevika? Cooking? The woman who looked like she lived on cigars and sheer spite?  

Still, you stayed quiet, leaning back on her couch as you watched her work. It was oddly mesmerizing—her movements were steady, calculated, like everything else she did.  

When the aroma of whatever she was making started to fill the room, your skepticism started to waver.  

Finally, Sevika placed a plate in front of you, her expression unreadable as she nodded toward it. “There,” she said. “Eat up.”  

You hesitated for a moment, staring at the food. It looked surprisingly good—better than you’d expected from someone who claimed they couldn’t cook.  

The first bite was cautious, your eyes widening as the flavors hit your tongue. By the second bite, you were practically inhaling it.  

“Oh my god,” you mumbled around a mouthful of food, eyes wide. “This is incredible.”  

Sevika blinked, clearly not expecting your reaction. “It’s just… a simple recipe,” she said, scratching the back of her neck.  

“Simple?” you repeated, gesturing wildly with your fork. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”  

She smirked, leaning back against the counter with her arms crossed. “You’re easy to impress.”  

“No, seriously,” you insisted, taking another enthusiastic bite. “You could open a restaurant or something.”  

Sevika chuckled, shaking her head. “Don’t get carried away.”  

You leaned back in the chair, fork clinking softly against the plate as you savored the last few bites of Sevika’s unexpectedly amazing meal. “You know,” you started, trying to keep your voice casual, “you’re way too humble for your own good when you’re around me.”  

Sevika raised an eyebrow, smirking as she leaned against the counter. “Humble, huh?”  

“Yeah,” you said, gesturing toward your empty plate like it was evidence. “I mean, come on. You act all tough and gruff, but then you go and do something like this? It’s throwing me off.”  

She chuckled, the low sound sending a shiver up your spine. “Maybe it’s hard not to be when I’m with you,” she replied, her tone surprisingly soft.  

The words hung in the air, heavy and unfiltered, and you felt your breath hitch. Your cheeks warmed, your heart skipping a beat as you fumbled for a response.  

For the first time in your life, you found yourself genuinely flustered—and not in a way you hated.  

You laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck as you tried to regain some semblance of composure. “That’s… well, that’s not fair,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze.  

“Not fair?” Sevika teased, her smirk deepening. “What, you can dish it out but can’t take it?”  

You scowled half-heartedly, the heat in your cheeks betraying you. “I can take it just fine,” you shot back, though your voice lacked its usual edge.  

Sevika chuckled again, her eyes softening as she watched you squirm. “Good to know,” she said simply, her tone carrying an undertone of something… warmer.  

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel the need to run or hide from it.

“So,” you sighed, pushing yourself off the couch and standing up, stretching your arms high above your head. A series of satisfying pops followed, and you let out a content groan. “What’s the plan? You going out to fight people? Play cards or whatever it is you do to keep busy?”

Sevika raised an eyebrow at you from her spot on the couch, her metal arm resting casually on the armrest. “I’m going to bed,” she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

You blinked at her, genuinely caught off guard. “Wait… seriously? Bed? Right now?”

She nodded, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Yeah. I do that sometimes, you know. Sleep?”

You crossed your arms, still staring at her like she’d just told you the sky was green. “I don’t know, Sev. I just assumed you were some kind of nocturnal machine or something. Sleep doesn’t seem very… you.”

Her smirk deepened as she leaned back, clearly amused by your reaction. “And what exactly do you think I do all night? Patrol the streets like some kind of vigilante?”

“I mean…” you trailed off, shrugging as you gestured vaguely at her. “Yeah? You’re Sevika. Isn’t that, like, your whole thing?”

She chuckled, shaking her head as she stood up, towering over you. “I hate to disappoint, but even I need to recharge sometimes,” she said, her tone laced with teasing sarcasm.

You snorted, stepping aside as she moved past you. “I don’t know if I’m more shocked that you sleep or that you’re admitting it to me.”

You stood there in silence, watching Sevika disappear into her bedroom. For a moment, you debated your next move, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. And then, before you could stop yourself, you found your feet moving, following her into the room.

Sevika didn’t say anything as you stepped inside, though the way she glanced at you with a raised eyebrow made it clear she noticed. She didn’t tell you to leave either, so you took that as an invitation to linger.

Her room was simple, surprisingly so. The bed was neatly made, the walls bare save for a few scratches and dents that told stories you’d probably never hear.

As Sevika sat on the edge of the bed, unbuckling her metal arm, you decided to take a risk. “So,” you started, leaning against the doorframe with a playful smirk, “does this mean I get to sleep with you?”

Sevika froze mid-motion, her head snapping up to look at you. For a second, there was only silence, and then—

“You’ve got ten seconds to leave,” she said flatly, though you could see the way her lips twitched like she was fighting back a smile.

“Aw, come on, Sev,” you teased, holding up your hands in mock surrender. “It was just a joke.”

“Nine,” she continued, standing up and fixing you with a look that was equal parts exasperation and amusement.

“Okay, okay!” you laughed, backing toward the door. “I’m going! No need to get all violent about it.”

She shook her head, muttering something under her breath as you slipped out of the room.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you couldn’t help but grin to yourself. Sure, she’d kicked you out—but at least she hadn’t looked too mad.

Despite her threats, Sevika didn’t actually kick you out of her house entirely. Instead, as you were halfway to the door, she called out with a gruff sigh.  

“Hey,” she muttered, leaning in the doorway of her bedroom, her metal arm resting against the frame. “You can crash on the couch if you want. Better than whatever roof you’ve been using for the past nineteen years.”  

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden softness in her tone. “Wait, seriously?”  

“Don’t make me regret it,” she grumbled, her expression unreadable.  

You smirked, turning back toward the couch. “Aw, Sevika, I didn’t know you cared.”  

You flopped onto the couch, stretching out and making yourself comfortable. Sure, it wasn’t the most luxurious spot in the world, but compared to a freezing rooftop, it felt like heaven.  

Sevika lingered for a moment, watching you settle in before she disappeared back into her bedroom. As the door shut softly behind her, you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth in your chest.  

Maybe she wasn’t as cold as she wanted everyone to think. Maybe—just maybe—there was more to her than the sharp edges and hard exterior.  

You had always had a hard time sleeping, never really being able to fully relax when you laid down. 

when you were younger you always had be a least a little alert so you could make sure your dad didn't hurt your mom. 

but after the fire— the nightmares were unbearable, and of course they happened tonight, just like any night-

The dream came like it always did—smoke and fire swallowing everything around you, your mother’s desperate cries echoing in your ears. You were running, your lungs burning as much as your legs, trying to reach her. Trying to reach anyone. But no matter how fast you moved, the fire was faster.

It consumed everything.

Your sisters laughter turned to screams, the warmth of their embrace replaced by the searing heat of the flames. You called for them, begged for them to come back, but your voice was lost in the roar of the inferno.

And then, just like always, you were alone.

You woke up with a start, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as you bolted upright on Sevika’s couch. Your chest heaved, your body slick with sweat as the remnants of the nightmare clawed at your mind.

You bit down on your trembling lip, quickly wiping at your cheeks to erase any evidence of tears. You couldn’t cry—not here. Not where Sevika could hear you.

Taking a shaky breath, you pressed your hands to your face, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. But the images wouldn’t leave. The fire, the screams, the overwhelming helplessness. It was all still there, as vivid as the night it happened.

You sat there in silence, your hands gripping the blanket Sevika had given you, your knuckles white from the strain. You tried to steady your breathing, counting in your head, focusing on the feel of the fabric against your skin.

Don’t wake her up. Don’t make a scene.

You’d learned long ago how to cry quietly, how to stifle the sound of your sobs so no one would notice. But as the minutes dragged on, the weight in your chest didn’t ease.

This wasn’t new. It was routine. But somehow, sitting there in Sevika’s home—knowing she was just a few steps away—it felt different.

You found yourself standing at Sevika’s door, pondering if you should even do this, she'd probably kill you if she woke up to see you just staring at her in her sleep– but you just wanted to have some sort of comfort tonight…

You cautiously opened the door, slowly walking over to Sevika's bed, and you saw her.

Sevika was sprawled out on her bed, one arm draped over her stomach while the other rested on the pillow beside her. Her metal arm gleamed faintly in the dim light filtering in from the street outside, and her steady breathing filled the silence of the room.

She looked… peaceful. Completely different from the hardened woman you knew during the day.

For a moment, you hesitated, torn between leaving her be and giving in to the ache in your chest. This was a terrible idea—worse than terrible. If she caught you, she’d definitely never let you live it down. But something about the way she seemed so at ease made you linger.

You moved a little closer, your heart pounding in your chest as you debated whether to wake her.

“Sevika…” you whispered, barely audible, testing the waters.

She didn’t stir.

You sighed, your shoulders sagging as you sat cautiously on the edge of her bed. You weren’t sure what you were doing—maybe you just wanted to feel like someone was there. Like you weren’t completely alone tonight.

For a moment, you just sat there, staring at your hands as you tried to will away the lingering images of the fire.

And then, Sevika stirred.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she shifted, her eyes slowly opening. She blinked, her gaze focusing on you in the faint light.

“What the hell are you doing?” she rasped, her voice low and groggy.

You froze, guilt crashing over you in an instant. “I—uh… nothing,” you stammered, quickly looking away. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I just—”

She sat up, rubbing her face with her flesh hand as she muttered something under her breath. “You just what?”

You swallowed, your fingers twisting in the hem of your shirt. “I… couldn’t sleep,” you admitted quietly.

Sevika’s eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no real anger there—just annoyance mixed with something softer, something almost understanding. She let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the headboard.

“And you thought creeping into my room was the solution?” she asked, her tone dry.

You winced, feeling thoroughly embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Just get in,” she interrupted, cutting you off.

You blinked, caught completely off guard. “What?”

“Get in the bed before I change my mind,” Sevika said, rolling her eyes. “If it’ll shut you up and let me sleep, fine.”

You hesitated, wondering if this was some kind of cruel joke, but the look on her face told you she wasn’t kidding.

Swallowing hard, you slid under the blanket, careful not to get too close.

“Don’t make this weird,” Sevika muttered, lying back down and closing her eyes.

You nodded, though she couldn’t see it, your heart pounding in your chest. “Thanks,” you whispered, barely audible.

Sevika grunted in response, already halfway back to sleep.

For the first time in a long time, the weight in your chest felt a little lighter.

Sevika would've never taken you for someone who needed to have someone to sleep by, but when you crawled into the bed and only about 5 minutes passed you were knocked out completely.

Sevika grumbled sleepily when she felt your body shift closer to her’s, hands lazily gripping at her arm, seemed like you craved the contact.

Sevika blinked lazily in the dim light, her grogginess fading just enough to register your soft, steady breathing. Your fingers curled lightly around her flesh arm, like you were holding on to an anchor in the dark.  

She sighed, trying to ignore the warmth spreading through her chest. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to care. But here you were, fast asleep beside her, looking more peaceful than she’d ever seen you.  

“Damn kid,” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.  

She shifted slightly, careful not to wake you, and let her head rest back against the pillow. Your grip on her tightened unconsciously, and she huffed, though there was no real annoyance behind it.  

For a moment, Sevika just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to your quiet breaths. She told herself she’d shove you off if you started snoring, or if you got too comfortable.  

But when she felt you relax further against her, your hand slipping down to rest on her arm as your body melted into sleep, she didn’t push you away.  

She closed her eyes, her lips twitching into the faintest of smiles.  

“Don’t make this a habit,” she murmured, knowing full well she’d probably let you do it again.

—

More or less it did become a habit.

She hated that you slept up on that roof, where idiots could find you and rip you apart if they were creeping around– and they had, multiple times.

“Your not going back there,” Sevika had stated as you ate the best fucking sweetbread you'd ever had in your life.

You paused mid-bite, staring at her like she’d just announced the sun would stop rising tomorrow. “What do you mean I’m not going back there?” you mumbled through a mouthful of sweetbread.  

Sevika raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Exactly what I said. You’re not going back to that damn roof.”  

You swallowed, setting the bread down as you tried to process her words. “Sev, I’ve been living there for years. It’s—”  

“Unsafe,” she interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest. “And stupid.”  

You frowned, leaning back in your seat. “Okay, first of all, rude. Second of all, it’s not like I have a ton of other options.”  

“You have one,” Sevika shot back, her voice firm but not unkind. “Here.”  

Your mouth opened, then closed again, her words catching you completely off guard. “Wait, are you—are you serious?”  

She huffed, running a hand down her face like this conversation was exhausting her. “Look, I’m not saying I want you here,” she grumbled. “But I’m not about to let you get yourself killed sleeping in some alley because you’re too stubborn to accept help.”  

You stared at her, a mixture of surprise and warmth blooming in your chest. “Wow, Sev. That’s… almost sweet of you.”  

“Don’t push it,” she warned, though the corner of her mouth twitched like she was fighting a smirk.  

You couldn’t help but grin, picking up the sweetbread again. “Fine, fine. Guess I can’t say no to free food and a roof over my head.”  

“Damn right you can’t,” Sevika muttered, reaching for her drink.  

And just like that, you found yourself with a new place to call home—even if Sevika would never admit that’s what it was.

She hated how you always convinced her to let you sleep in her bed, hated how you immediately crawled up next to her, hated the steady weight of your head against her chest — but she never asked you to move, only draping a lazily arm around you.

You had your own little routine as well, you were a early bird– like 3 in the fucking morning early. 

Sevika grumbled as she felt the bed shift under your movements, the mattress creaking slightly as you tried to quietly slip out.  

“Do you ever sleep?” she muttered, her voice groggy and laced with irritation.  

You froze mid-step, turning to look at her in the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” you whispered, sheepishly scratching the back of your neck.  

“You always wake me,” Sevika grumbled, running a hand down her face before glaring at you through half-lidded eyes. “What the hell do you even do this early?”  

You shrugged, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Secret early-bird business.”  

Sevika groaned, flopping back against the pillow. “One day, I’m locking the door and forcing you to sleep past dawn like a normal person.”  

“You wouldn’t dare,” you teased, sticking your tongue out before making your way to the small kitchen.  

As you busied yourself quietly with whatever “early-bird business” meant today—whether it was tinkering with a gadget you’d scavenged or practicing some half-baked card tricks—you couldn’t help but glance toward the bedroom now and then.  

Sevika might complain, might grumble about you being a menace, but you knew the truth: if she really wanted to stop you, she would’ve done it by now.  

By the time you finished, the faint sound of Sevika’s snoring drifted through the apartment, a quiet reminder that, for all her protests, she had a soft spot for you. And maybe—just maybe—you had one for her too.

She had even made time to try and teach you how to play cards, though your constant struggle and frustration of a toddler who's new toy broke made it hard…

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sevika muttered, watching as you furiously shuffled the deck of cards in your hands for the fourth time in a row, your face scrunched up in childlike frustration.  

“I swear these cards hate me,” you grumbled, fumbling as a few slipped from your grip and scattered across the table.  

Sevika sighed, leaning back in her chair with a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “It’s not the cards, it’s you. How are you this bad at a game literally everyone in the Undercity knows?”  

“Maybe because no one’s bothered to teach me properly,” you shot back, gathering the stray cards with an exaggerated pout.  

“I am teaching you,” Sevika said, her tone laced with mock exasperation. “You’re just too stubborn to listen.”  

You glared at her, holding up the cards in a way that was anything but professional. “Alright, teacher, then explain to me—again—how the hell I’m supposed to win this hand?”  

Sevika chuckled, leaning forward and taking the cards from your hands with ease. “First of all, stop holding them like you’re about to eat them,” she teased, spreading the cards out neatly before handing them back to you.  

You groaned, dropping your head into your hands. “This is impossible.”  

“It’s literally not,” Sevika replied, rolling her eyes. “Here, let me make it simpler.” She reached across the table and arranged your cards in a better order. “Focus on this. Don’t overthink it.”  

You hesitated, glancing at the new setup before looking back at Sevika. “What’s the catch?”  

“No catch,” she said, smirking. “I just don’t want to deal with your tantrums all night.”  

Despite her teasing, you couldn’t help but notice the way her voice softened slightly when she saw your furrowed brow ease just a bit.  

“Well, don’t get used to it,” you muttered, though a small smile betrayed your words. “I’ll beat you eventually.”  

Sevika snorted, leaning back with a confident smirk. “Sure you will, rookie. I’ll be waiting.” 

and you had— eventually… albeit with Sevika letting you win, but you didn't have to know that.

You had gloated about it all night, even when you both slipped into bed, you mumbled on about how good you had gotten ( you in fact had not improved a bit and just stole cards when Sevika wasn't looking…)

Sevika lay there, her head tilted slightly as she watched you ramble on with barely-contained amusement. You were sprawled out beside her, practically buzzing with excitement as you recounted your “victory” for the third time that night.

“I mean, did you see the look on your face? You couldn’t believe I won!” you said, grinning ear to ear, completely unaware of the sly grin tugging at Sevika’s lips.

“Uh-huh,” Sevika replied, her voice low and lazy as her metal arm rested across her stomach. “A real prodigy, you are.”

You didn’t catch the sarcasm, too busy basking in your supposed triumph. “Damn right I am! Maybe I should start betting with other people. Who knows? I could be the next Undercity card champion!”

Sevika huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “Sure. Just don’t come crying to me when someone catches you cheating.”

Your face froze for half a second, but you quickly masked it with a wide grin. “Cheating? Who, me? I would never.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, her smirk deepening. “Right. And I didn’t catch you palming cards when I turned my back.”

You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically. “Accusations like that could ruin my reputation!”

“Your reputation’s already in the gutter,” Sevika teased, her tone light as she shifted to get more comfortable.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you flopped back onto the pillow. “Well, it’s not like you didn’t let me win,” you muttered under your breath.

Sevika turned her head toward you, her brow arching. “What was that?”

“Nothing!” you chirped, your grin quickly returning as you turned onto your side to face her.

She shook her head, a quiet chuckle escaping her lips. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Maybe,” you replied, your voice softer now as the energy of the night began to wane. “But you still let me sleep here, so who’s the real fool?”

Sevika rolled her eyes, but the faintest smile tugged at her lips as she reached over to flick your forehead lightly. “Go to sleep, you little cheat.”

You grinned, snuggling into the pillow. “Goodnight, Sevika. Sweet dreams about your champion.”

She groaned softly but didn’t reply, letting the quiet settle over the room. And despite her grumbles, she couldn’t quite hide the warmth spreading in her chest as she listened to your breathing even out beside her.

—

Sevika had expected you to be home by now, she of all people had beat you home and that made her worry, because as much as she hated admitting it she did worry about you getting into fights or something along the lines of that, because— you were clumsy.

10:21pm

You always came home around 10:20 if you were out, and you weren't here.

10:26pm

You still weren't here.

10:33pm

Sevika stood by the window, eyes scanning the dark street below, her mind restless. She had never let herself care this much about someone before, not in a way that made her stomach twist with unease. But damn it, she had a habit of worrying about you, even when she knew you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.

The clock ticked on, each passing minute making her more agitated. She checked the door again, even though she knew it wouldn't be locked, not when you were out there, doing whatever it was you did that kept her awake at night.

Another glance at her watch. It was nearing 10:40 now, and Sevika was on edge.

Her hand clenched into a fist at her side, fingers curling tightly. Where the hell are you?

She paced the room briefly, before stopping to look back out the window, hoping to see you walk through the door with that cocky grin of yours like you didn’t just send her spiraling into worry. It made her feel like an idiot, like she was overreacting, but the absence of your usual noise, the absence of you… it gnawed at her.

The door handle finally clicked, and the faintest sound of footsteps in the hall made her body tense.

“Sevika,” you called out quietly, sounding... off.

Sevika didn't even think before she rushed to the door, throwing it open to find you standing there, looking disheveled, your usual energy absent.

You didn't say anything at first, just looked at her. Something about your expression made her stomach churn.

"Where the hell have you been?" Sevika demanded, her voice sharp despite her concern. She wasn't trying to yell, but the way her heart was pounding only made her more irritable.

You looked up at her, your face half-hidden in shadow. "Just... out," you muttered, almost evasively.

“Out?” Sevika repeated, a dark look crossing her face. "You’re late, and you're clearly not fine. What happened?”

You hesitated, your gaze flicking away for a moment. Sevika knew you well enough to recognize the signs of a lie, and the fact you didn’t meet her eyes made her jaw tighten.

She stepped forward, her voice low and insistent. “Tell me what happened.”

For a long moment, you didn’t respond, and she thought she might just snap. But finally, you exhaled sharply, lifting your eyes to hers.

“I’m fine, okay?” you said, the words almost too quick, too defensive.

Sevika didn’t buy it. "No, you're not. You look like shit. What happened to you?" She stepped closer again, scanning your face for any sign of what you were hiding.

You bit your lip, seeming to struggle internally, before finally admitting, “I got into a fight. Nothing big.”

She didn't believe that for a second.

“Nothing big?” Sevika repeated, her voice laced with disbelief. "What, you think I can't tell when you're lying to me? Where the hell were you?"

You exhaled, rubbing the back of your neck. "I wasn't thinking, Sevika... I just… got carried away, alright? I didn’t mean to worry you."

Sevika shook her head, a mixture of relief and frustration flooding through her. “Next time, don’t get carried away so much. Dammit, you could’ve been killed!” She reached for your arm, her fingers tightening around it. “You can’t keep doing this, especially when you know I’m the one who has to sit here and wait for you to come back in one piece.”

You flinched at her touch, but she didn’t let go, watching your face as her anger gave way to something more concerned, more tender. “You scared the hell out of me,” she muttered, softer now, her grip loosening.

You didn't say anything, but the way you looked at her, the vulnerability in your eyes, made her chest tighten. And despite everything— despite the frustration and the worry— all she could think about was how relieved she was that you were back.

Then- a soft meow from your coat.

Sevika froze, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as the faint sound of a meow reached her ears. Her gaze dropped to your coat, where the noise seemed to be coming from.

“Is that—” she started, only for the small, scruffy head of a kitten to poke out from beneath the fabric. Its fur was patchy and matted, and its eyes… the poor thing was blind, its eyes wounded and closed tightly.

You flinched under Sevika’s stare, your arms tightening protectively around the kitten.

“You’re what made me late,” you mumbled sheepishly, scratching the kitten’s chin as it leaned into your touch, letting out another tiny meow.

Sevika’s eyes widened slightly, her usual tough exterior faltering as she took in the pitiful sight. “Are you serious?” she said, her tone caught somewhere between disbelief and exasperation.

“It was hurt!” you argued, looking up at her with an uncharacteristic determination. “I couldn’t just leave it there.”

Sevika pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath about how you were going to drive her insane. “So, what? You’re bringing it here?”

“Well, yeah,” you said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “It’s blind, Sevika. What was I supposed to do?”

“Leave it?” she suggested flatly, but the slight softening in her expression betrayed her words.

You shook your head, holding the kitten closer. “I’m not heartless.”

Sevika stared at you for a long moment, her jaw tightening as she weighed her options. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she stepped aside, gesturing toward the couch. “Fine. But you’re taking care of it. Not me.”

You grinned, relief washing over you as you hurried to set the kitten down on the couch. “Thanks, Sevika. I knew you had a soft spot somewhere in there.”

“Don’t push it,” she grumbled, crossing her arms as she watched you fuss over the kitten.

As you gently cleaned the little creature’s face with a damp cloth, Sevika couldn’t help but watch, her irritation fading as she saw how careful you were. Despite herself, she muttered, “What are you gonna name it?”

You looked up at her, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I was thinking something like Shadow. Fitting, right?”

Sevika rolled her eyes but didn’t argue, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Shadow, huh? Hope you know what you’re getting into.”

“I’ve got it handled,” you said confidently, holding up the kitten like it was a prize. “Right, Shadow?”

The kitten let out a tiny, raspy meow, and Sevika shook her head, muttering under her breath, “You’re both gonna be the death of me.”

Sevika glared at you as you carefully placed the blind kitten—now affectionately named Shadow—on the bed, right between the two of you. The tiny creature curled up instantly, letting out a soft purr as it snuggled against Sevika’s pillow.

“You’re really making me deal with this?” Sevika grumbled, her voice dripping with irritation as she jabbed a finger toward the tiny black fluff ball.

“You said it could stay,” you pointed out with a sly grin, slipping under the covers as if this were all perfectly normal.

“I didn’t say it could take my bed,” she shot back, glaring at the kitten like it was personally responsible for all her troubles.

Shadow let out a tiny meow, its head turning toward the sound of her voice. Despite herself, Sevika softened slightly, though she tried to hide it by crossing her arms.

“Look, it’s blind,” you said, your tone softening as you stroked the kitten’s scruffy fur. “It needs comfort, Sevika. Would you really make it sleep on the floor?”

Sevika groaned, rubbing her temples. “You’re unbelievable,” she muttered, but she made no move to remove the kitten.

Instead, she climbed into bed, her movements careful so she didn’t disturb Shadow. The kitten perked up at the shift and blindly pawed at her arm, letting out another small purr as it nestled closer.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Sevika muttered, her voice low, though she made no effort to push the kitten away.

You bit back a laugh, watching the way her tough exterior melted ever so slightly as Shadow settled in. “You’re a natural, Sev,” you teased, propping your head up with a hand.

“Don’t,” she warned, shooting you a look, though the effect was ruined by the way Shadow nuzzled into her side.

As the kitten’s purring filled the room, you couldn’t help but smile, the sight of Sevika reluctantly sharing her space with the tiny creature warming your chest.

“Goodnight, Sevika,” you murmured, your voice laced with amusement as you turned over.

“Goodnight,” she grumbled, glaring at the ceiling. “Both of you.”

Though Sevika couldn't help but wonder why you brought home a kitten of all things right after you seemed to get into a fight, your cheeks bruised- your arms scratched up and covered in dried blood… and you had brought home a kitten.

As Sevika laid there, her gaze fixed on the ceiling, she couldn’t stop her thoughts from drifting back to you. You were fast asleep, your breathing even and soft, while Shadow nestled contently between you both, oblivious to the storm of questions running through Sevika’s mind.

A kitten. Of all the things you could’ve brought home after getting into what was clearly a bad fight—a scruffy, blind kitten was your grand prize.

Sevika’s eyes narrowed as she recalled the state you were in when you’d finally shown up. Your cheek was swollen and turning an ugly shade of purple, your arms were littered with scratches, and your knuckles looked raw from punching something—or someone.

And yet, you’d come home cradling a tiny, injured creature like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“What the hell were you thinking?” she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.

Shadow let out a faint purr, its tiny body shifting closer to her warmth. Sevika sighed, her metal arm resting heavily against her side. It wasn’t the kitten’s fault—it was yours. You, with your reckless habits, your infuriating stubbornness, and that damn bleeding heart of yours.

She couldn’t decide whether to be angry or… something else entirely.

Sevika’s gaze flicked toward you, your face soft in sleep despite the bruises marring your skin. You were an enigma to her, a frustrating mix of chaos and compassion.

“Idiot,” she muttered, though there was no heat in the word.

As much as she hated it—hated the worry you caused her, hated the way you seemed to drag her into your ridiculous messes—she couldn’t help but admire you.

Because even after all you’d been through, even when the world had done its best to harden you, you still found it in yourself to care. To fight for something—someone—other than yourself.

She couldn't help but wrap a arm around you though, sighing softly as she pulled you slightly closer, relaxing as you let out a soft breath, molding right into her as Shadow purred softly.

For a moment, Sevika stayed still, her arm resting lightly around your waist as she stared up at the ceiling. The sound of your soft breathing, paired with Shadow's steady purring, filled the quiet room. It was strangely… peaceful.

She exhaled deeply, her body relaxing into the mattress as she pulled you just a little closer, her flesh arm cradling you in a way that felt oddly natural. Your head nestled against her shoulder, your warmth seeping through the fabric of her shirt, and she couldn't help but notice how perfectly you seemed to fit there, like you belonged.

Sevika closed her eyes, her thumb brushing lightly against your side as she allowed herself a rare moment of vulnerability. Normally, she would’ve shoved you away by now, grumbling about needing space or pretending not to care. But tonight was different.

Maybe it was the kitten, a tiny symbol of your ridiculous compassion. Or maybe it was the quiet trust in the way you molded yourself to her, no hesitation, no fear.

“Trouble magnet,” she muttered softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

You shifted slightly, a small smile tugging at your lips even in sleep, and Sevika couldn’t stop the faint smirk that curved her own.

As much as she hated to admit it, there was something comforting about having you here, in her space, in her arms. And for once, she didn’t fight it.

Instead, she tightened her hold on you just a little, her eyes fluttering shut as sleep began to pull her under.

Shadow’s purring filled the air like a lullaby, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Sevika let herself relax completely.

—

That felt like such a short time ago now, but it was about 2 months now, Shadow being a little bit older but still running into a few walls when he wasn't following you around.

Sevika wouldn't admit it but she did like having Shadow around when you were out scraping together pieces for your little inventions, even making a custom little food bowl for Shadow with broken clay or whatever else you put in it.

Shadow had become a fixture in Sevika’s life, almost as much as you had. The kitten’s blind, clumsy antics brought a strange sense of levity to her otherwise harsh world. She’d often catch herself muttering under her breath as she watched him wobble around the apartment, tail twitching and nose leading him toward whatever he’d deemed interesting that day.

Even if Shadow did knock over her tools or chew on the edge of her gloves when she wasn’t looking, she never really got mad. Not that she’d let you see her soft spot, of course.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but notice how Shadow always seemed to gravitate toward Sevika when you weren’t around. You often caught her giving Shadow little pieces of meat off her plate, despite claiming she didn’t care much for pets.

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Sev,” you teased one day, leaning against the counter as you watched her scratch behind Shadow’s ears. The kitten’s purring was so loud it practically rattled the table.

Sevika shot you a pointed glare, though there was no real bite behind it. “Keep talking and you’re cleaning his litter box for the next month.”

You snickered, arms crossed as you grinned at her. “Come on, admit it. You’re soft for him.”

“I’m not soft for anything,” she growled, but the way her fingers lingered on Shadow’s tiny head betrayed her words.

Two months might not seem like much, but in this small bubble you’d carved out together, it felt like a lifetime. Shadow had become a symbol of something neither of you wanted to say out loud—something warm, safe, and maybe even hopeful.

As you tinkered with a half-finished gadget on the floor, Shadow bumped into your side, his tiny paws pawing at the edge of your jacket. Sevika glanced over from her chair, a faint smirk tugging at her lips.

“Guess he likes you more,” she said, her tone amused.

You grinned, scooping Shadow into your arms as he meowed in protest. “Nah, I’m just the backup. You’re his favorite.”

Sevika snorted but didn’t argue, leaning back in her chair as she watched the two of you. Maybe she didn’t mind being someone’s favorite after all.

Or well, another person's favorite.

It had been six months. Six months since you stumbled into her life and somehow bound you and Sevika closer together in a way you never thought possible. Six months of living under the same roof, sharing quiet mornings, heated arguments, and nights spent laughing softly over a card game or falling asleep against her shoulder.

You weren’t sure why you’d waited this long to ask, but tonight felt different.

Sevika sat in her usual spot, her mechanical arm resting on the table while she idly ran her fingers through Shadow’s fur. You were on the couch, nervously picking at the edge of your sleeve, the question burning on your tongue.

“Sev?” you started softly, drawing her attention.

She glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

You hesitated, shifting in your seat. “Why have you let me stay for so long?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and uncertain. Sevika frowned slightly, leaning back in her chair as if buying herself time to think.

“I don’t know,” she said finally, her voice low and guarded. “You just… stuck around.”

“That’s not an answer,” you pressed, leaning forward. “I mean, you’re you. Tough, no-nonsense, doesn’t-let-anyone-get-close Sevika. And I’m… well, me.”

Sevika huffed, her lips twitching into a faint smirk. “Yeah, you’re a pain in my ass.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t let her deflect. “Be serious for a second. Do you… do you like me or something?”

Her expression shifted, her smirk fading as she stared at you, the silence stretching uncomfortably long.

You swallowed hard, suddenly unsure if you wanted to hear the answer. “I mean, it’s fine if you don’t, I just—”

“Shut up,” Sevika interrupted, her tone gruff but lacking any real heat.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Excuse me?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t,” she muttered, looking away as a faint pink dusted her cheeks.

Your heart skipped a beat. “So… you do?”

Sevika let out a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “You’re insufferable, you know that?”

You grinned despite yourself, the nervous energy bubbling into something lighter, warmer. “You didn’t answer the question.”

“Don’t push your luck,” she warned, but the corner of her mouth twitched into a reluctant smile.

That was all the answer you needed.

You smirked as you stood, the warmth in your chest giving you a burst of confidence. You sauntered over to Sevika, leaning against the table as her eyes tracked your every move.

“Come on, Sev,” you teased, crossing your arms as you tilted your head at her. “Why won’t you just admit it? Afraid it’ll ruin your big, tough image?”

Her jaw tightened slightly, her eyes narrowing as she leaned back in her chair, trying to play it cool. “You’re pushing your luck,” she muttered, but the faint flush on her cheeks betrayed her.

You leaned in closer, your face hovering just inches from hers. “Am I?” you whispered, your voice dripping with playful challenge. “Because I think you like having me around. Maybe even a little too much.”

Sevika’s eyes flickered to your lips for a split second before snapping back to your gaze, her stoic mask cracking ever so slightly. “Don’t get cocky,” she warned, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

You chuckled softly, your grin widening. “Oh, but it’s so fun to see you squirm, Sev. Who knew the infamous Sevika could be so shy?”

She let out an exasperated groan, running a hand down her face. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here I am,” you replied, straightening up and throwing your arms out with a playful shrug. “Still here after six months. Still stealing your bed. Still driving you absolutely crazy.”

Sevika’s lips twitched into a smirk of her own, her sharp eyes softening as she shook her head. “You’re lucky I’ve got a soft spot for strays,” she said, her voice low and almost fond.

Your heart skipped at her words, and your smirk softened into something more genuine. “And maybe you’re lucky I’m too stubborn to leave.”

Sevika rolled her eyes, but the way her gaze lingered on you told you everything she wouldn’t say out loud.

Sevika stiffened slightly, her breath hitching just a bit as your hand grazed her thigh. Her sharp eyes narrowed, but you could see the faintest tinge of pink creeping up her neck.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Sev?” you teased, leaning in just a little closer, your voice low and playful. “You never really talk about it. Do you ever think about… me?”

Her gaze flickered to your hand on her leg, and you could practically see the thoughts running through her mind, trying to maintain her cool but failing to fully hide the flush rising on her face.

“I—" She cleared her throat, her voice coming out rougher than usual. "I think you're pushing your luck even further, kid."

You grinned, sliding your hand just a little higher, your touch light but undeniably intentional. “Just curious, Sev. Thought you’d like a little honesty, especially when you’re always keeping things so tight-lipped.”

Sevika shifted in her seat, her jaw clenched as she shot you a pointed look. “You’re getting a bit too comfortable.” Her voice was thick with restraint, but there was something in the way her lips pressed together, something you couldn’t quite place.

“Maybe I am,” you hummed, not backing off, your hand inching just a little higher on her thigh as you took a step closer. “But I have to admit, I’m curious… Do you ever think about what it’d be like if I wasn’t just some ‘kid’ to you?”

The tension in the air was palpable now, Sevika’s body language a mix of annoyance and… something else. You could feel her muscles tightening, but she didn’t move away.

“Stop messing around,” she muttered, though there was no real bite behind her words. Instead, her eyes stayed locked on you, a silent challenge hanging in the air between you.

And you could tell… she didn’t want to admit it, but she was enjoying this—this strange back and forth, this undeniable chemistry that neither of you were willing to fully acknowledge.

You tilted your head, your lips curling into a playful smirk as your fingers barely grazed her inner thigh, making her tense under your touch. “You know,” you murmured, your voice dripping with confidence, “I’m not some naive teenager, Sev. I’m a grown woman. Maybe it’s time you start seeing me as one.”  

Her jaw tightened, and she shifted ever so slightly, her metal fingers twitching against the armrest of the couch. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” she growled, though her voice lacked its usual venom.  

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her ear as you whispered, “Am I? Or are you just scared of what happens if you stop pretending I’m just some kid to you?”  

Her sharp inhale told you everything. Her gaze snapped to yours, a mix of irritation and something far more vulnerable swirling in her steel-gray eyes. She was trying to hold her ground, to keep the walls up, but the cracks were beginning to show.  

“Don’t push me,” Sevika muttered, her voice low but wavering slightly.  

“Why not?” you asked, tilting your head as you brushed your thumb against her thigh again, the teasing touch sending a jolt through her. “Afraid you might actually like what happens next?”  

Her glare hardened, but the blush creeping up her neck betrayed her. For once, Sevika seemed completely out of her depth, caught between wanting to shove you away and pulling you closer.

Sevika's eyes widened slightly as you slid onto her lap, your boldness catching her completely off guard. Her metal arm rested stiffly at her side, while her other hand hovered awkwardly near your waist, as if unsure whether to push you off or let you stay.

You leaned in closer, your fingers gently threading through her short, dark hair. “Why don’t you just admit it, Sev?” you murmured, your voice soft but laced with a teasing edge. “You’re into me. I can see it in the way you look at me.”

Her jaw tightened, her gaze darting anywhere but your face. “You’re full of yourself,” she muttered, though her usual gruff tone lacked its bite.

“Oh, am I?” you teased, leaning in just enough that your noses almost brushed. Your fingers continued their slow, deliberate path through her hair, and you could feel the way her body stiffened beneath you. “Then why aren’t you telling me to get off your lap?”

She let out a low growl, her hand finally settling on your waist as though to steady you. “You’re testing my patience,” she warned, though the faint flush creeping up her neck told a different story.

You couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face. “Or maybe,” you whispered, your lips hovering near her ear, “I’m proving a point.”

Her breath hitched, and for a moment, you swore you saw her resolve waver. But Sevika, ever stubborn, clenched her jaw and narrowed her eyes at you. “You’re playing with fire,” she said, her voice low and dangerous.

You smirked, your fingers lightly tracing the curve of her jaw. “Good thing I’ve never been afraid to get burned.”

Sevika’s eyes locked onto yours as you spoke, the teasing, playful energy suddenly slipping into something more genuine. Her breath caught slightly, her usual guarded expression faltering for just a moment, like a brief crack in her armor.

You let the silence hang between you, the weight of your words settling into the space around you. "I’ve liked you for a while, Sev," you murmured, your voice softer now, the teasing edge replaced by something raw. "Ever since I first saw you, honestly."

Her brow furrowed slightly, her gaze flicking to your lips before meeting your eyes again, confusion and something else flickering there. "What do you mean?" she asked, her tone almost defensive, like she was trying to figure out whether this was some kind of joke or not.

You didn’t flinch, didn’t back down. Instead, you continued, your voice steady. "I didn’t really realize it until you took me in. Until I started seeing the real you, not just the tough exterior you put on for everyone else."

Sevika was still, silent for a beat. Then, she sighed, her hand tightening subtly on your waist. “You’re an idiot,” she muttered, but it was gentler than usual, the words softer, almost affectionate.

You leaned in closer, your nose brushing hers ever so slightly as you whispered, “Maybe. But I think you like it.”

Her chest rose and fell with a deep breath, and she didn’t pull away. Her lips parted slightly as if she were about to say something, but the words seemed to get stuck in her throat.

Then, in a moment of pure honesty, she let out a soft, resigned chuckle. "You’re not easy to ignore, you know that?"

Your heart skipped a beat at the admission. And for the first time, Sevika’s usual cold exterior seemed to melt away just enough for you to see a glimpse of what might have been beneath all the layers.

You leaned in just a little closer, your voice low and teasing. "So, are you only good at the rough stuff, or can you actually show some affection, too?" You smirked, your eyes flicking between her lips and her eyes, watching her reaction closely.

Sevika froze for a split second, her breath hitching. The playful edge in your voice clearly got under her skin, her jaw tightening. She was always so composed, so in control, but you were starting to see that she wasn’t as unshakable as she wanted everyone to believe.

She didn’t say anything at first—just stared at you, her expression unreadable, the tension between you thick. Then, without warning, she surged forward, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

It was rough—there was no sweetness, no hesitation. Just a fierce, almost desperate need that you hadn’t expected. She pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you, holding you firmly against her as if to prove that she could do more than just words. It was everything you’d teased her about and more, but with an intensity that felt far from the casual, playful act you’d imagined.

When she finally pulled back, her lips lingering a fraction of an inch from yours, you were both breathless. She smirked, her voice low and almost rasping. "I can do affection," she muttered, her hand resting lightly on the back of your neck. "I just don’t do it for everyone."

Your pulse was racing, your heart hammering in your chest, as you caught your breath. "Guess I’m not just anyone, huh?" you whispered, still trying to keep up the teasing, but the words came out softer than you intended.

You giggle softly as Sevika pulled you into another kiss, you wrap your arms around her neck, gently rubbing her scalp, feeling her tongue wrap around yourself, tasting the lingering taste of her earlier snack.

Sevika's hands slid down your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. She was always so sure of herself, her strength evident even in the gentleness of her touch. As your fingers threaded through her hair, she let out a low hum against your lips, the sound vibrating against your chest. Her scent was familiar, warm, and comforting, mixing with the sweetness of the snack she'd had earlier, but you didn't mind. Every moment with her felt like its own kind of fire, both consuming and soothing in equal measure.

You could feel her smile, even if only faintly, as she pulled away for a breath, her forehead resting against yours. The energy between you two was always electric, and she seemed to enjoy drawing it out, savoring the closeness.

"You're distracting me," she murmured, her voice a rough whisper. "But I don't mind."

"So pretty," you gently mumble against her lips, feeling how her thighs flexed, rubbing together, seeming to want to ease the ache between them.

Sevika’s breath hitched at your words, her grip tightening around you as her body subtly shifted. The heat between the two of you was undeniable, a slow burn that made it hard to think straight. She pressed her forehead against yours again, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment, a small, amused smirk playing on her lips.

"You always know how to make me feel… dangerous," she murmured, her voice low, full of that teasing edge she always carried.

Her thighs flexed again, the tension building in the way she moved, but it was as if she was holding herself back, savoring the moment of restraint. You could feel the way her pulse quickened, her body betraying the calm she tried to maintain.

"You have no idea," she murmured, voice thick with desire, her lips curling into a smirk that was both sultry and feral. "But... you’re gonna find out, aren’t you?" She reached for you again, hands finding your hips, pulling you closer with an intensity that left no room for hesitation.

Her gaze flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, the space between you charged with the kind of tension that only one thing could resolve. Her teeth flashed as she gave you a knowing grin. "I’m not the one who's in control here anymore, am I?"

“Fuck no,” you scoffed as you plant a kiss against her lips before slowly rubbing her neck— before slowly lowering yourself to your knees, nails scraping at the fabric of her pants- “Do me the favor of taking those off will you?” you hum, half jokingly.

Sevika’s breath hitched as you dropped to your knees in front of her, the command in your voice sending a shiver through her body. She gave a low chuckle, her hands gripping the waistband of her pants with a purposeful slowness, as though savoring every moment of this. Her gaze was intense, predatory even, as she watched you, her chest rising and falling with anticipation.

With a teasing smile, she finally gave in, slowly pulling her pants down, revealing more of her body to you with a deliberate confidence that made your heart race.

She stepped out of the pants, eyes never leaving yours, her smirk never faltering. “There. Happy now?” Her voice was low, rough—her usual composed demeanor slowly slipping away in the face of the heat between you two.

“Of course I am, how could I not?” you hum appreciatively, gently nudging her legs apart, sighing softly at the apparent wet spot on her panties, hissing in a breath with a soft fuck.

Sevika’s eyes darkened as she felt the shift in your touch, her breath coming quicker at the sight of your reaction to her. The tension between you both was palpable, thick with desire and anticipation. She spread her legs just a little more, offering herself to you, her lips parting slightly as she inhaled deeply, her whole body betraying her desperation.

"Careful," she murmured, her voice a little raspier now. "I’m not as patient as I seem... and I know exactly what you’re thinking." She smirked, her fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt as if to keep herself from reaching for you immediately. Her hips tilted just slightly, an invitation, her body a taut coil of restraint and need.

She leaned forward, her voice a low rasp as she whispered, "Show me how much you really want it."

You hum in response before you slowly scoot between her legs pushing the fabric to the side, tracing a slow line up her warm folds.

Sevika's breath caught, her thighs tensing at your teasing touch. Her composure faltered as a sharp inhale escaped her lips, her usual control slipping with every slow movement you made. Her dark eyes were heavy-lidded, filled with raw desire and challenge.

"You're playing a dangerous game," she warned, though her voice had a breathy edge that betrayed her own anticipation.

You grinned, unfazed by her words. "And yet you’re still sitting here," you teased, tracing your fingers along the slickness that had already begun to pool between her thighs.

Her hips jerked involuntarily, and her head tilted back slightly, revealing the tension rippling through her body. “Keep that up, and I won’t be responsible for what happens next," she growled, though the tremble in her voice hinted at how much restraint she was clinging to.

You leaned closer, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. "Maybe that’s exactly what I want," you murmured against her flesh before slipping a finger inside her, the heat and tightness drawing a low, guttural moan from deep in her throat.

Her hips bucked as you added another finger, curling them just right, making Sevika grip the edge of her seat. Her eyes flashed open, locking onto yours. “Fuck,” she hissed, a rare vulnerability slipping through her otherwise formidable demeanor.

“You’re not as tough as you act when I’ve got you like this,” you whispered, pressing deeper, savoring the way her body clenched around you. “Are you?”

Her laughter was ragged, more of a breathless groan. “Oh, I’m still tougher than you can handle,” she shot back, though the desperation in her tone betrayed just how much she was unraveling under your touch.

“Guess I’ll just have to test that theory,” you quipped, quickening your pace and watching Sevika shudder as pleasure overtook her, her usual dominance giving way to the primal need building between you both.

“Tell me,” you exhale softly, gently thrusting your fingers before pulling them back, watching Sevika’s body stutter– “what's it like having a street fucking you right now? any criticism?”

Sevika’s head fell back against the chair with a guttural groan, her lips parting as she tried to catch her breath. Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, the muscles in her forearms flexing as if she was holding back the urge to grab you and take control.

Her eyes met yours, dark and smoldering, and a breathy laugh escaped her lips. “Criticism?” she rasped, her voice thick with arousal. “Yeah, I’ve got one.”

You raised a brow, pausing your movements just enough to make her squirm, your fingers still teasing her dripping core. “Oh? Let’s hear it, then.”

Sevika gave you a crooked smirk, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “You talk too much,” she growled, her tone half teasing, half desperate. Her hips bucked slightly, seeking more of the pleasure you were withholding. “Less questions, more action.”

You chuckled, leaning closer until your lips hovered over hers. “Funny, coming from someone who can’t stop moaning my name.”

Her jaw clenched, a flicker of defiance lighting her eyes. But the way her body quivered beneath your touch, the way her thighs tensed as you thrust your fingers deeper again, told a different story. A broken moan escaped her lips, her resolve cracking as you curled your fingers just right, dragging another wave of pleasure from her.

“Fuck,” she hissed, her voice strained. “Fine. You win this round… but don’t think for a second I won’t get you back for this.”

You grinned, picking up your pace, watching Sevika’s composure unravel completely. “Looking forward to it.”

You eventually pull your fingers out, much to Sevika dislike but when you slowly lick a warm stripe through her folds she wished you'd done it sooner-

Sevika’s sharp inhale filled the room, her body jolting as your tongue made contact. Her thighs trembled on either side of your head, the usual iron grip of control slipping away entirely. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips, raw and unfiltered.

"Fuck—" she hissed through clenched teeth, her hand instinctively tangling in your hair, pulling you closer as if she couldn’t bear any distance between you. "Took you long enough."

You smirked against her heat, dragging your tongue slowly and deliberately through her slick folds again, savoring the way her muscles tensed beneath your touch. “Impatient, huh?” you teased, your voice muffled by the intensity of her arousal.

Sevika only groaned in response, her grip tightening, silently demanding more. You obliged, flattening your tongue against her clit before swirling it with just the right amount of pressure. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her deep voice cracked into something breathy and desperate.

"Fuck... just like that," she muttered, the commanding edge in her tone softening under the weight of her pleasure.

You hummed in satisfaction, the vibration earning another shudder from Sevika. Every swipe of your tongue and gentle suction made her unravel further, the tension in her body coiling tighter with every second.

“You gonna admit I’m doing something right?” you teased between licks, though your focus remained intent on driving her wild.

Sevika’s laugh was rough and breathless. "Keep going, and I just might," she managed to gasp, though her body was already betraying any need for words.

“cum?” you giggled, the sound being cut off as Sevika’s thighs squished your head, making you moan softly against her.

Sevika groaned loudly, her thighs trembling as they squeezed around your head, locking you in place. “You think this is funny?” she rasped, her voice strained and dripping with need. "We'll see how much you're laughing when I—" Her words faltered as you flicked your tongue faster, pressing harder against her sensitive clit.

The moan that tore from her chest was deep and raw, and the pressure of her thighs only intensified, muffling your giggles into soft vibrations against her. The sensation made her whole body shudder, her grip in your hair relentless.

“Fuck,” she gasped, her composure cracking completely, "you—damn tease..." Her voice broke off into a strangled cry as you sucked just right, pushing her closer to the edge with each passing second.

Her hips jerked forward, chasing the release that was building so intensely it almost overwhelmed her. “Don’t stop," she demanded, her tone desperate now. "I swear—just..."

You hummed again, doubling down on your efforts, feeling the tremors wrack her body as her control shattered entirely. Sevika's breathing grew ragged, her moans turning into incoherent cries as the pleasure finally overtook her.

"Fuck—!" she shouted, her thighs trembling around your head as her climax hit hard, her entire body taut and shuddering beneath your relentless attention. Even as she rode out her orgasm, her grip never wavered, keeping you pressed against her until every last wave of pleasure left her breathless.

When her thighs finally loosened their grip, Sevika let out a long, shaky exhale, her body slackening in the aftermath. "You really think you're funny," she murmured, voice hoarse but tinged with amusement.

You lifted your head, lips glistening as you grinned. "I think you love it."

Sevika snorted, though her flushed skin and softened gaze betrayed her. "Yeah, yeah... maybe."

“I know you're old but– how about another round? or two? Shadow’s sleeping on the bed but- i'm sure he doesn't mind being kicked out for a few hours…” you hum cockily.

Sevika’s lips curved into a dangerous smirk, the gleam in her eyes rekindling. “Old, huh?” she rumbled, her voice low and gravelly. “Careful, or I’ll have to remind you just what this ‘old’ woman can do.”

You giggled, brushing off the mock threat. “Sounds like a challenge. Think you can keep up?”

Sevika sat up slowly, her muscular frame still radiating dominance despite the flush lingering from her release. "Oh, you’re not walking away from this anytime soon," she promised darkly, fingers brushing your cheek before trailing down your body. "Shadow better find another place to sleep tonight."

As if on cue, the kitten stirred lazily from his spot on the bed, oblivious to the brewing heat between you two.

“You think he’ll hold a grudge?” you teased, already feeling the ache of anticipation building again.

Sevika chuckled, a deep and satisfied sound. “Not as much as your legs will tomorrow.”

Before you could offer a retort, her hands gripped your hips, flipping you effortlessly onto the mattress. Her lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “Let’s see if you can keep that cocky attitude after round two.”

And from the glint in her eyes, you knew she was about to deliver on that promise—and then some.

—

Sevika woke up slowly, groaning as the ache in her back hit her like a freight train. The stiff, sore muscles screamed in protest, and she immediately regretted the way she’d slept. The bed felt too empty, her mind still clouded from the night before. And then, she noticed the marks.

Hickeys. Everywhere. Stinging, tender bites down her neck, across her collarbone, the curve of her breast. Her stomach was covered in sharp, almost painful reminders of what had happened. Her nipples were sore, too sensitive for her own comfort, a stark contrast to the usual hard edge of her usual self.

The absence of your warmth next to her felt jarring. She twisted in the bed, searching the room for any sign of you, and that’s when she noticed the open window. You were gone. Again. 

Fucking hell.

She sat up, running a hand through her hair, trying to shake off the lingering haze of last night. What the hell had gotten into her? She wasn’t the type for this kind of thing—at least, that’s what she kept telling herself. But then, when she closed her eyes, all she could remember was the way your hands had felt on her, the desperate, frantic way you’d begged, the taste of your skin– the way your ate her out in the perfect fucking way.

Shaking her head, she pushed the thought away as she got up and started to get dressed.  

A few minutes later, a sound caught her attention from outside her door—a soft, tentative knock, followed by the creak of the door opening.  

And there you were, standing in the doorway.  

You looked like shit.  

Your hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions, and there were dark bruises down your arms and legs. Your skin was covered in more marks—hickeys, smudged lipstick, and... something else, a kind of glow that made Sevika pause for a moment, something strange in her chest.

You held a small bag of food in your hands, offering it like it was some kind of peace offering.  

“I... uh... brought you food,” you mumbled, shuffling your feet awkwardly, eyes avoiding hers.  

Sevika’s eyes softened slightly, even though her irritation was still simmering beneath the surface. She took the bag, half-smiling as she inspected the contents. Sure, the food was stale, probably a bit old, but the gesture was enough to make her heart skip a beat in a way she couldn’t quite explain.  

“Stale food. Real thoughtful, Street Rat,” she teased, though her voice lacked its usual sharp edge. She glanced up at you, her gaze lingering a little longer than it should have. 

You were messed up, too—maybe even worse than she was. But it wasn’t just the bruises or the hickeys; it was the way you looked at her. That soft, almost unrecognizable look in your eyes. The glow, the fragile hope that maybe you were more than just another thing to be thrown away. 

Sevika sighed, leaning back against the table, rubbing her temples.  

“Just... next time, don’t get yourself killed, okay?” she grumbled, though the words didn’t have the same bite.  

You nodded quietly, offering her a small, crooked smile that made her heart tighten in a way she didn’t want to admit. 

“Yeah, okay,” you whispered.  

And for a moment, Sevika wondered if maybe, just maybe, you had her in a way she was– okay with admitting, just once.

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Beyond Business-part three//t.c.

“Are you all ready for the Palm Springs Awards tonight?” you asked Timmy when you arrived at work, his house, the next day.

“Yeah, I guess.” he said. He looked tired, he rubbed his eyes with his hands, “I think I will take your speech with me. It will be a good script to ground myself with when I accept the award.”

“Alright. So I guess it’s good enough for you to use if you win the Golden Globe, and then we can work on a new variation for the Oscars.”

“Yes, yes, but I doubt I will need it. Those awards always favor older actors. Not that I can blame them, I am not as experienced.”

“Timmy you should be proud of your work. The awards are just a bonus for some people. It’s not a necessity to know you’ve done a great job.”

“I am proud.” he smiled then shrugged, “Maybe one day I will stop caring so much about the awards. You’re a great writer by the way. I think I’ll have you do all of my speeches with me from now on.” he grinned softly at you.

“Well, thank you. I’m glad to help, boss.” you set your purse down on the counter, "Emails today?"

You heard his phone buzz, he looked at it, then answered you, "Yeah, it'll be a short day for you today. I'll be leaving this afternoon for the ceremony."

"Okay, um, do you need me to do anything for tonight? I could come with you, if need be."

He shook his head, "No, no, I don't think that will be necessary."

You nodded as he answered a text on his phone, "Is she going?"

"Who?" he responded without looking up, totally aloof.

You sighed, "Timmy, I'm not a reporter, you don't have to play dumb with me. You know who I'm talking about."

"Yeah, I think she is going." he grumbled.

"So, should I expect a drunken phone call at two in the morning this time?" you quipped.

He looked up, stared at you, like he was trying to communicate something, even if he didn't know what it was. "I've got a phone call." he said plainly, avoiding answering, before turning away and going into the other room.

You rolled your eyes, mumbling to him, but really to yourself, "I guess I will take that as a yes. Your phone wasn't even ringing."

..........

The workday went smoothly, but the closer it got to your early dismissal, the more Timmy become agitated. He grew grumpier throughout the day, not necessarily at you, just in general. You began to wonder if he was getting enough sleep, or maybe it was just stress, or maybe it was Miss Jenner.

"Are you sure you're okay? For tonight, I mean?" you were concerned about him on a personal level, but couldn't let it show too much, so you sheathed it with the mention of the awards ceremony.

“Yeah,” he spoke softly, walking you out of his home, “I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.”

It seemed to be a new routine for him to escort you out at the end of the work day. It was growing on you. It made you feel cared for.

“Okay, well, good luck. You’ll do great. I’ll see you tomorrow.” For some reason, you felt the urge to kiss him on the cheek, like returning the favor from the day before. But you held back, yeah it’s a good idea to hold back.

"Thank you. See you tomorrow." he gave you that signature Timmy grin.

As you headed home, you could not get the image of his face out of your mind. You didn't care for the mustache and short hair combination at first, but the look had really grown on you recently. His hair had become looser and tousled on top, and he had grown a goatee to go with the mustache, which you think brought the facial hair look together nicely. It began to suit him in a mature way, and there was something really cute and sweet about it.

But, you knew that you could not think of him like that for too long. He was your boss, and he belonged to someone else.

That evening, you wondered if you would hear from Timmy after the awards were over. You hoped that you wouldn't, and that he would be okay. Maybe he wouldn't drink, or maybe he would just have a couple and then go home. Maybe he wouldn't need you.

However, your phone rang in the middle of the night, waking you up. You peeled your eyelids open with a groan, grabbing your phone and seeing the time, 1:47 A.M. Sure enough, it was your boss calling.

Your cleared your throat as best and as quickly as you could, hitting the green answer button, "Yes, Timmy?"

"Hey, open your door would ya?"

"What?" you sat up instinctually, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Can you open your door?" he asked louder, with more emphasis on each word.

"Okay! Jeez, sorry. I'm coming." you threw your covers off, scooted your feet across the floor to find your slippers. "I was asleep you know." you sassed into the phone at him.

"Oh, shit. I guess it's early isn't it?" you could just picture him squinting at his phone, seeing what time it was.

"Try 'early,' goodbye." you said, ending the call and scampering out of your bedroom.

.........

You opened the front door of your apartment, and there he was, waiting.

"Timmy. What are you doing here?"

"Just stopping by." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"How did you know where I lived?"

"Your job application." he said in an obvious tone.

You blinked in disbelief, “I gave that to you more than a year ago."

"Yeah, well, I have my assistant's address memorized, okay? You never know when I might need you." he insisted.

You sighed, "I guess. Please tell me you didn't drive here." You leaned outside, peeking around to see if his car was there.

"No, I took an Uber from the event." he placed his hand on the door frame next to you.

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you go home with Kylie? Or just go to your place?” you asked.

He frowned, looking down at the ground, he shook his head at your interrogation. “I don’t know.” he looked up at you, standing straight up, he took a step forward.

The close proximity between you and him felt dangerous.

He was a bit taller than you, so he leaned down close, and softly, he said, “Why can’t I stay away from you?”

You felt weak, like you could fall right to the floor. But if you did, you didn’t know if Timmy was stable enough to help you back up.

Luckily, you didn’t have to respond in any way, because he said, “Do you have a couch or something I can crash on?”

January 10, 2025

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hi! i was wondering if you could do pietro maximoff with fluff prompt 23? if nots that's okay!! 🤍

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that is totally okay, sorry it took forever! i hope you like this! 💞 prompt: "Hey, look at me, I love you, okay?"

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Pietro is sitting on the floor against your couch, his hands drumming on his knee nervously as he keeps his gaze on yours and leans his chin on his palm, his elbow against one knee.

Your boots leave faint traces of mud on the rug. "It doesn't matter," you snap finally, your voice sharp.

"You don't mean that," he sighs.

You laugh bitterly. "Don't tell me what I mean. You can't just—" you begin, waving your hand in the air, your frustration palpable. "You can't decide how I'm feeling right now, okay?"

Pietro rises to his feet slowly, careful not to spook you. "I'm not deciding anything for you." He exhales and drags a hand through his silver hair. "You're upset because I was talking with Olive, is that right?"

Your eyes snap to his and if a glare could kill, Pietro would be dead.

"Oh! Of fucking course it's about that! You spent the entire night charming her! And I know you know how I feel about her—and how she feels about you!" You pause, biting your lip nervously. "But, it's okay. We can drop it."

Pietro steps closer. "It's not fine," he sighs softly, "I owe you an explanation."

"Why? Because you feel guilty?"

"No," he says firmly, rolling his eyes. "Because I love you."

Your wall crumbles a little and for the first time all evening, you're quiet. Pietro takes another step towards you, his hand reaching up to cup your face. His voice is softer when he says, "Hey. Look at me."

Slowly, your raises your gaze.

"I love you, okay?" he promises, his voice steady and sincere. "Not Olive, not anyone else. You. Olive just kept talking my ear off tonight and I didn't know how to tell her to fuck off."

You blink.

"I'm sorry if it felt like I was ignoring you," he continues. "I wasn't trying to make you feel like you don't matter. You're the only one who does. Really. I'm so sorry."

"You mean that?" you ask finally.

Pietro smiles. "Every damn word."

Your defenses crumble in an instant. "I'm sorry I got so worked up," you mutter, stepping closer to him. "I just couldn't stand the idea of losing you to someone else."

"You're not gonna lose me, Princenza (Princess)," Pietro says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "You never could."

And he really truly means it.

[strawbqq]

―⟡𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙙

[Warnings: mentions of period cramps, F reader✰] [Word count: 322 || 𝓮𝓷𝓳𝓸𝔂.ᐟ]🍓

°ᡣ𐭩ft. chuuya, dazai, nikolai

sfw. hcs

ℂ𝕙𝕦𝕦𝕪𝕒

the best bf for this in every way

knows exactly when your period is about to start

keeps a calendar especially for your period cycle

treats u like royalty, carries u around, does all the chores, u don't have to lift a finger <33

buys everything you need beforehand, including the snacks you crave.ᐟ.ᐟ

showers you w/ so much gifts and attention

lets u sit on his lap while he's doing paperwork

gets kinda confused when you're super touchy and yell back at him for once lol

actually does a good job keeping his temper in check

10/10--extra cuddles reserved only for you? yes maam ✋

𝔻𝕒𝕫𝕒𝕚

this man lmao

does NOT know what to buy

^pathetically inexperienced, the first month yall started dating he panicked and asked if you're dying

called yosano over, in which she patiently explained to him a detailed description of the female body

goes to the stores and buys random things-

most of which doesn't even help, but gives you such a hopeful look you don't have the heart to complain

probably a little overbearing

breathes down your neck every few seconds to ask if you're okay, which u thought was sweet <3

7/10 at least he tries

ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕠𝕝𝕒𝕚

surprisingly attentive

this man's a great body pillow

takes it really well if u have mood swings and get cranky for a while

thinks it's the cutest thing ever when u have to rely on him

buys u a bunch of useless stuff like dazai, but also practical things like a heating pad for your cramps and snacks <3

i can totally see him asking fyodor for advice lmao

sticks to your side like a shadow for the entirety of your cycle, u can't get rid of him

likes to lay his head on ur lap until u doze off

9/10, who needs a heating pad when u have nikolai?

a/n: if this post gets over 300 notes, im doing pt 2>>> i redesigned my page a few days ago, hope u guys like it.ᐟ as for the people who requested, I'm getting to you guys, this idea had just been in my head for a long time lmao :0

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