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SUNDOWN
âž 12 : NIGHT SIX
the dock is quiet, but nothing about tonight feels calm. sometimes the only way to move forward is to push your way through every ugly truth.
sundown came and went with a soft warmth, the kind that clung to your skin and lulled the waves into a still hush. the last glimmers of light paint the water, shadows stretching long across the dock as the day slips below the lakeâs edge.
it should feel peaceful, but you canât seem to get rid of the tightness in your chest.
everyone else is by the fire behind the house, their laughter occasionally drifting through the trees to reach your ears all the way down by the shore.
mandy hadnât pressed when you declined her invitation to join - just offered you a small, knowing smile before brushing off your absence with a quick excuse to the rest of the group.
you needed space. needed air. but mostly, you needed quiet.
so, now youâre sat at the very edge of the dock, your legs dangling above the surface, feet just barely brushing the cool water below.
youâve been sitting there for an hour or two - just watching the light fade away, and selfishly wishing that you could disappear right alongside it.
until, the rustling of grass behind you snaps you out of your daze.
at first, you thought it might be mandy or claire. but the steps are slower, more hesitant. weighted in a way that tells you exactly who it is without even needing to look.
âhey,â you hear hamzahâs voice, low and cautious.
you donât answer.
he stops a few paces away, the old wooden boards creaking beneath his feet. âcan i-â
âno,â you say, cutting him off before he can finish the sentence. you donât turn to face him.
thereâs a pause. a long one. silence sits heavy between you.
âplease,â he tries again. âjust- just listen to me.â
you stand, brushing your hands off on your thighs. âyou donât really deserve from me anything right now.â
âi know i donât,â he says quickly, his voice breaking a little. âbut iâm asking anyway. please, just give me five minutes, or something.â
you look over your shoulder, meeting his eyes. his expression is tired. apologetic. desperate, even.
but you canât let that soften you - itâs not good enough.
âiâve given you so much time, hamzah. i waited for you to just be honest with me - and i thought we were getting somewhere, but you blew up in my face again.â
âi was pissed, alright?â he fires back, his voice rising slightly. âmartin was being a dick, and you were just - sitting there. like none of it meant anything to you either.â
your mouth drops open for a moment, stunned. âare you serious right now? youâre mad at me for not defending you, when youâre the one whoâs been walking around acting like this whole thing would never have any consequences?â
âi never said that.â
âyou didnât have to.â
he runs a hand over his face, breathing hard. âi didnât know what to do, alright? i panicked. i said a bunch of shit i didnât mean.â
you let out a sharp, humorless laugh. âand now you think showing up and saying please instead is enough to undo all of that?â
âi donât know,â he says, voice strained. âi donât know whatâs enough. i just - i need you to let me try.â
you glare at him, chest heaving, the pain still too fresh to soften. âyou donât get to ask for that,â you whisper, voice trembling. ânot yet.â
hamzah steps closer again, and this time you donât move away. you just look at him like youâre daring him to say something thatâll push you past the edge.
âi didnât know what to do with the way i was feeling,â he says, slower now, like each word takes effort. âiâve never had to.. deal with something like this. with someone like you.â
you narrow your eyes. âwhat the fuck does that even mean?â
âit means i care about you, okay?â he says, his voice cracking. âtoo much. more than i wanted to. and i didnât know how to handle that.â
you press your lips into a thin line. âso, what, you decided to ruin it before i could?â
âno! i-â he breaks off, frustrated. âi told myself that if i pushed you away, itâd be easier.â
you laugh, bitter and sharp. âeasier for who? you? thatâs really convenient, hamzah.â
âi know,â he says quickly, like heâs trying to get ahead of the rising anger in your voice. âi know i hurt you, but i was hurting too-â
âdonât,â you snap. âdonât try to make this about your pain when youâre the one who-â
âiâm trying to tell you the truth-â
âyouâre not listening!â you shout.
and when he opens his mouth again, trying to push through your anger, something inside you just.. snaps.
you step forward and slap him.
itâs not hard. not really. but the sound of it echoes off the water like the crack of a gunshot.
he stumbles back a half step, stunned, one hand slightly lifted like he wasnât sure if he should block it or take it.
the silence after is deafening. youâre breathing hard, eyes watery. you donât feel an ounce of regret.
âyou donât get to interrupt me anymore,â you say, voice low and trembling. âyou donât get to cut me off or twist the story to make yourself feel better.â
he blinks, eyes wide, lips slightly parted - but he says nothing.
âi was your friend,â you remind him once more, fists clenched at your sides. âlong before anything else.â
you take a shaky breath.
âyou couldâve come to me. you couldâve told me you were scared or confused. and i wouldâve listened. because thatâs what friends do.â
for once, he looks like he has absolutely no idea how to respond.
âbut instead you humiliated me and made me feel stupid. and you couldnât even have the decency to be honest about why.â
you fully stare at him, folding your arms tightly across your chest.
âso, do you really think iâm just gonna fall apart every time you throw out some half-assed apology?â
âno,â he says quickly. âno. i know that. i donât expect you to forgive me. i just - i need to tell you the truth.â he pleads, remembering the advice he received from martin.
he pauses, looking at you expectantly. his eyes search yours, and you can tell heâs holding back something heavier.
when you donât move, leave, or yell at him, he takes it as permission.
âiâve never been good at.. any of this,â he says, cautiously moving closer to you. ânot with people, or with feelings - i didnât think this would ever become more than what we agreed on. i kept telling myself it wouldnât. but it did.â
you scoff under your breath, eyes narrowing. âyeah - and instead of telling me that, you made me feel like it was all in my head - like i was the crazy one for even suggesting it.â
âi know,â he says, his voice cracking. âi know i did. and thatâs on me. thatâs all on me. i didnât know how to deal with it, and instead of just talking to you - like we used to - i ruined everything.â
you open your mouth, the fury building again, but he cuts you off - not with force, but with sincerity.
âi have feelings,â he says, grabbing your hand. âfor you.â
the words hit like a tidal wave, slamming into you with full force. he says it again, like he needs you to hear it twice to believe it.
âreal feelings. and i donât care about our fucking agreement. iâve felt all of this while, but it just scared the shit out of me the more real it became.â
you try to pull your hand from his, but his grip tightens just enough to keep you there. his voice lowers roughly, like the words are scraping their way out of him.
âplease,â he says again, quieter this time. âjust.. please.â
you glance up at him, and for a second, you almost donât recognize the look in his eyes. for once, thereâs no arrogance or cockiness.
just desperation.
regret.
but youâre still angry.
âwhy?â you snap, yanking your hand free. âso you can call it a mistake again? push me away the second it gets too real for you?â
he flinches as if you slapped him again.
you cross your arms, blinking against the sting in your eyes. âdonât waste even more of my time, hamzah.â
hamzah exhales shakily and runs both hands through his hair. âfuck,â he mutters under his breath.
âi didnât mean it. what i said about it being a mistake. i just.. panicked. i thought if i shut it down fast enough, i wouldnât have to deal with-â he pauses, shaking his head like heâs frustrated with himself. âi didnât want to feel all of it.â
you stay quiet, watching him closely, letting him scramble for his words.
âyouâve been in my head for months,â he finally says. âlike - i couldnât stop thinking about you. even when i tried. especially when i tried. but it all got worse when we came on this fuckinâ vacation, and..â he shakes his head slightly, sifting through all the thoughts running rampant in his mind.
â..and i thought, okay, if we keep it casual, if i just keep my feelings to myself, maybe it wonât ruin everything. but it did, didnât it?â he says, his voice getting weaker by the moment.
your throat feels tight. you hate how much you want to believe him.
but you canât let him off that easy.
âso you hurt me to protect yourself,â you say bitterly. âthatâs really great, hamzah.â
âno,â he quickly counters. âno, i wasnât trying to hurt you, i swear. i just- i didnât know what else to do. i kept telling myself that we were only hooking up, that you didnât feel anything either-â
âi told you that i did,â you interrupt, your voice sharp.
he nods, wincing. âi know, i know. and i ignored it. i didnât want to admit it to myself, because the second i say it out loud, it becomes real. and if itâs real, it means i have to face all of it.â
you glance down and catch him picking anxiously at his nailbeds.
âit wasnât just about how i feel about you - it was about what it would mean for us, for everything we already had. and i was terrified iâd just fuck it all up.â
âyou did fuck it up,â you say, folding your arms tighter. âyou didnât just shut me down, hamzah. you made me feel stupid for trusting you.â
he closes the distance between you slowly, like heâs approaching something fragile.
âi know,â he murmurs, sounding like a broken record at this point. âand i hate myself for it.â
by now, you really want to believe him. but you canât be done just yet.
âi canât believe you let yourself forget that we were just friends before all of this,â you whisper, voice cracking. âyou were the one person i always thought i could count on,â you say, trying to fend off the tears threatening to flood your eyes.
âbut you just tried to throw it all away like it meant nothing.â you sniffle.
hamzah swallows hard. his voice is barely a whisper now.
âit didnât mean nothing.â
you look away, but you can still feel his eyes on you.
âit meant everything,â he says. âthatâs the part that scared the hell out of me. you- you scare the hell out of me. everything you make feel.. itâs all new to me.â he confesses, and itâs the most genuine thing youâve ever heard.
you blink fast, trying to hold yourself together.
âyou donât get to just say that and expect everything to be okay,â you say. âitâs not that simple.â
âi donât expect that,â he says quickly. âi know itâs not simple - nothing about this is. but i had to say it. i had to let you know iâm not going to be that stupid anymore.â
you study him - really study him - and see the wreckage etched into him; the tension in his jaw, the bags under his eyes, the torn up hangnails decorating his fingers.
âyou shouldâve said all this sooner,â you whisper.
âyouâre right,â he replies. âi shouldâve. but i didnât, and iâm sorry.â
the apology lingers in the air between you. real. raw.
he steps forward one last time, until youâre chest to chest.
âi know itâs been like, a few days, but i miss you,â he says softly. ânot just the sex. god, i couldnât care less about the sex, but - you. i miss being your friend. i miss everything about you.â
youâre silent for a long moment. then, finally, you speak - your voice low and barely steady.
âif you want me to really forgive you, youâre gonna have to earn it,â you murmur. âiâm not just gonna forget about this.â
âi know,â he says. âbut iâll be here for you from now on. iâll prove to you that i mean it, no matter how long it takes.â
you stare at him.
the man in front of you is not the one who slammed that door shut on you days ago. this is your friend, who you hold real feelings for - more feelings than youâve ever experienced with anyone else.
heâs stripped bare, desperate, and finally, heâs honest.
you nod, once.
âokay. but i swear, if you screw it up, iâll-â
âi wonât,â he quickly confirms. âi promise. really promise.â
he lifts a hand hesitantly, brushing a thumb over your cheekbone. you lean into it, just slightly.
when you let him touch you, itâs not out of lust. itâs a quiet surrender. he exhales shakily, like he canât believe youâre still standing there.
then he kisses you. just to make sure that this is all real.
the moment his lips meet yours, itâs not frantic or hungry. itâs careful - like heâs afraid to press too hard, like heâs anticipating for you to change your mind and push him away.
but you donât.
you kiss him back, testing the weight of it. testing him. because this isnât about heat or want. itâs about everything he never said, and everything you were too afraid to ask for.
his hands cup your face so gently it almost hurts, his thumbs brushing across your skin like he needs to memorize the shape of you all over again.
your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. everything starts to unravel at the edges.
he kisses you like heâs trying to apologize with every part of himself. like if he holds you close enough, youâll be able to feel how sorry he is.
the press of his lips is desperate now, his breath hitching between every pass of his mouth over yours. one of his hands slides behind your neck, holding you there, fingers tangling at the roots of your hair like heâs terrified of letting you go.
you tilt your head, your nose bumping into his, your mouths clashing messily for a second - and it makes you both laugh softly, breathlessly.
itâs tangled. imperfect. real.
and god, it hurts.
it hurts how much you missed this. how much you hate him. how much you love him.
the kiss shifts again - this time slower, deeper, a little sadder. you can taste the pain in it, the way he parts his lips just enough to let you in.
his movements are like a confession, bleeding every unspoken word onto your tongue. heâs tearing himself open and giving you the shreds.
âiâm still mad at you,â you whisper against his lips.
âiâd be worried if you werenât,â he replies, voice soft.
you look up at him, searching his face. â..but i believe you.â
his gaze wavers, like heâs scared to hope too much. âyeah?â
you nod. he kisses your neck softly. a silent thank-you.
âiâm sorry,â he whispers against your skin, over and over like a mantra, his breath catching on the words. âiâm so fucking sorry.â
you press your forehead to his, eyes closed. âyou better be.â
âi am,â he breathes out. âmore than you know.â
you kiss him again - not because you forgive him yet, but because you want to keep believing that he means it.
for the first time, it doesnât feel like youâre chasing after something empty and meaningless.
one of his hands slides down your back, curling around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. your knees bump together, your noses nudge, your hands rest flat against his heartbeat.
and thatâs how you stay.
wrapped in each otherâs arms, mouths still brushing in slow, unfinished kisses - until your anger fades into exhaustion and the dock becomes your bed.
youâve both sunk down, your bodies draped across the dock, tangled together.
his arm is slung over your waist, his hand tucked just beneath the hem of your shirt. you two are pressed together like you canât stand even an inch of space.
his breath moves slow and even against your collarbone, the sharp edge of emotion having dulled into a drowsy silence.
your fingers toy gently with the fabric of his sleeve, eyes fluttering open every few seconds to glance up at the sky. the stars have come out in full, sprinkling themselves across the darkness above you. beneath you, the dock is firm and cool, the wood slightly damp.
neither of you have made an effort to leave. not when the night fully blanketed over you, not even when the breeze picked up and the air got colder. hamzah only shifted closer, his nose nudging your temple, his thumb brushing idly against your ribs.
finally, your eyes begin to close.
the last thing you feel is the weight of him beside you. the last thing you hear is the sound of crickets humming and the splash of a fish breaking the lakeâs surface. thereâs a high possibility youâll wake up covered in bug bites, but you donât care.
the world fades around you - soft, still, and somehow, for the first time in days, entirely quiet.
you donât dream. thereâs no need to.
heâs already there.
a/n: yay..? yay..!
xoxo giulia
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3am.
Stories with some of the Invincible Variants. Fem! Reader (And reader actually likes her variant here).
Includes: Sinister Mark, Omni Mark, Mohawk Mark, Veil Mark (Shiesty Mark), No Goggles Mark
Word Count: ~3.2k
Warnings: Dark Themes, Violence, Suggestive Themes
Sinister Mark
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The area around you wasnât pretty to say the least.
He was on one of his rampages, destroying everything he saw on site.
You sat on a large piece of rubble as you waited.
On occasion you would look over your mini ledge to the world below, watching a few civilians scream and run for their lives.Â
Once the destruction died down, that was when you heard a cape blow in the wind. He was now floating behind you as he spoke.
âGet up. Weâre leaving.â
You turned around and pulled yourself up, slipping your phone in an empty back pocket. For a split second, your eyes looked into his goggles. You then looked past him, and pointed to a person in the distance.
âThat person is dying,â you calmly stated. âYou should probably finish them off.âÂ
In an instant, that personâs head was severed.Â
He then returned back to you with a cold smile on his face, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âYouâre an odd one,â he mused. Â
He knew what he was. He had no idea what you were.Â
The two of you met a few days ago. He had approached you, but before he could snap that pretty neck of yours, you had smiled softly at him. In the midst of all the chaos, you smiled.Â
It wasnât a deranged smile. Just a calm one. Â
âI know,â you said, that same smile once again on your face. He lifted you into his arms before taking off into the night sky. Stars shimmered above your head, and you watched the world speed past you. Normally flights with him were quiet, but this timeâŚ
âTell me your name,â he stated. You happily responded.Â
âMy name is Y/n.â Â
He frowned. There was that damn smile again. Why the fuck were you so happy?Â
âCanâŚCan I ask you your name?â You said.Â
âI never said you couldnât. Itâs Mark.â
âOhâŚThatâs a nice name-â
âWhat the hell is your problem?â He asked. Nothing he did bothered you. He could be splitting a person into parts and you wouldnât even flinch. It was as if you enjoyed his presence.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmured. Your expression was now saddened. âI didnât mean to make you upset-â
âYou didnât. Just answer my question.â
âOh...Well, you saved me Mark. And I wanted to thank you for that.â
âI never saved you.â
âA building you collapsed killed someone I knew,â you explained. âThat was one of the best days of my life.âÂ
He raised a brow. You were glad someone you knew was dead?
ââŚâ
The rest of the flight back was silent. Once he arrived at your home and set you down, you thanked him. He frowned in response.Â
âYou can stay tonight if youâd like,â you told him. âOr if you want something to eat, I can warm up some leftovers. Would you like to stay?â
Your eyes were so bright, so hopeful-
âNo,â he flatly said. âItâs 3am. Go to sleep.â
He then took off into the sky.Â
You remained in place for a bit, before ultimately deciding that he was right. As you made your way inside your home, you changed into some sleepwear, climbed into bed, and closed your eyes for some much needed sleep.Â
That is, until some time later you heard movement.
You didnât know how long you were asleep, or how much time had passed. But when you felt the weight shift in your bed, your eyes shot open. Fear overtook you for a split second, until you felt a back press gently up against yours.
You calmed, recognizing who it was.
He didnât say anything, but just him being here made your heart flutter. You rolled over to face his back, and then moved as close to him as possible. As your face rested against his warm skin, you spoke softly.
âGoodnight Mark. Thanks for stayingâŚâÂ
You didnât get a response.
Omniâ Mark
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He was suspended in midair, his gaze focused on the starry night above. It was always so peaceful during these times.
But he needed to stay vigilant. Just in case.
Which is why at 3am, he was floating in the sky above your home. You had noticed his absence, and also made your way outside.Â
âMark? Is everything okay?â
He looked down, and to his surprise you werenât on the ground, but halfway on the roof of your home. Your legs were dangling off the side of the building, but you eventually pulled the rest of your body up.
He sighed before moving down to speak to you.Â
âYou know that wasnât safe, Y/n.â
âOh, Iâm sorryâŚâ you murmured. âI should probably get down then.â
To his surprise (yet again), you didnât bother to climb down, but instead leaped off the roof. The fall was too far for his liking, so before gravity could even pull you down, he had caught you. You laughed, and his neutral expression was now a small smile.Â
âWhen you said you were getting down, I assumed you meant the way you came,â he stated. You smiled back at him.
âSorry, I couldnât help it. Are you okay? Youâve been staring at the sky more often. Are you missing home?âÂ
He descended to the ground, before making his way back into the house. He still had you in his arms.Â
âNo, I hated my home.âÂ
â..OhâŚâ You hadnât expected that answer. âWell, what about your dad? In this world he was a hero untilâŚthat day he turned evil. How was your dad in your world?â
âI killed my father.âÂ
Okay, you did not expect that response either. He killed his father, but he dresses like him? Thatâs a lot to unpack. As he made his way through the kitchen and towards your room, you grew silent.Â
âIâŚI see,â you murmured. âI donât know the circumstances, but Iâm really sorry to hear that Mark.â
He paused to look down at you for a second.Â
âDonât be. Whatâs done is done.â
As he set you down in your room, you climbed into bed, curling up in blankets.Â
âWas there anything you loved back home?â You asked him. In all honesty, you were worried. He seemed to hate a lot of things.Â
He considered your words before responding.Â
âI loved you.â
Oh⌠thatâs right. There was a variant of you in his world. You were curious about what happened to her, but the silence that followed after he responded was concerning.
The last thing you wanted was to resurface some unpleasant memories. You needed to lighten the quickly darkening mood.Â
âAww, thatâs sweet,â you said. âI donât personally know the Mark in my world. But⌠I do know you. And I love you.â
That brought a smile back to his face.Â
âI love you too,â He said. You leaned into his touch as his hand rested against your face. âItâs late. You should get some rest.â
âAlright, but only if you do too.â Your eyes adjusted as he turned off the lights. You then rolled on your side to face away from him. âGet out of the suit and join me. I want to cuddle you.âÂ
It didnât take long for him to comply. Once you felt the weight on your bed shift, you waited a few moments, before rolling over to face him. You then wrapped your arms around his waist, and gently pressed your lips against his. He returned both the loving gestures. Once you two pulled apart, you rested your head against his chest.Â
âRemind me to kiss you a lot more in the morning,â you murmured. He chuckled as you continued. âGoodnight Mark....â
He pressed a kiss against your forehead before responding.Â
âGoodnight.âÂ
Mohawk Mark
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âHey, wake up.â
Your eyes shot open.Â
As you sat up in bed, your mind quickly raced. It was dark, and you couldnât see your surroundings. But you could make out an outline of him.Â
He was in bed next to you, a hand behind his head as he rested casually on his back. His other hand had shaken you awake.Â
âYou were flailing like a fish out of water,â he stated. âLet me guess, another nightmare?â
Your hand reached for the lamp on your nightstand. A soft glow now illuminated the room, and you rubbed your forehead in an attempt to calm your nerves. He waited a bit before speaking.
âReally didnât expect this to be an everyday thing.â He sounded more amused than worried. When you wiped a stray tear from your face, he propped his head up on one hand. âAww, Baby⌠Was it that bad?â
âThe last thing I need right now is you making fun of me,â you told him. He now sat up in bed, before leaning over your shoulder. Â
âIâm not. Whatever youâre dreaming about shouldnât bother you.â He leaned in close to your ear. âEspecially when you have meâŚâÂ
âI guess youâre right,â you murmured. Your hand gently caressed his face as you looked over your shoulder. âYouâre much worse than my nightmares.â
You were immediately snatched down into bed.Â
âI was joking!!â You exclaimed in-between laughter. You barely had time to react when his lips pressed roughly against your skin. You tried to get away from him, and you almost did, but he had grabbed one of your legs in the process of your little escape. As he dragged you back towards him, you pleaded. âOkay! Iâm sorry- H-Hey!!â
You felt hands squeeze your butt, and you shot him a glare. Thatâs one place heâs always grabbing.
âYouâre too much, you know that?â You told him. As your hands wrapped around his midsection, he smiled in response.
âYou seem to handle me pretty well.â He leaned towards you, and the two of you shared a quick kiss. âAnd hey, you should be thanking me. At least I took your mind off things.âÂ
Both of your eyebrows raised. You had completely forgotten about the nightmare.Â
âYeahâŚI guess youâre rightâŚâ you murmured. While you considered his words, he climbed off you, and settled back into bed. A yawn left his lips.
âAs much as I love messing with you, Iâm fucking tired,â he murmured out. âTry to get some sleep.â
âWhat if I have another nightmare?â You asked him. He sighed.Â
âJust wake me up. Iâm sure Iâll think of something to take your mind off it.â
That sounded comforting.Â
You checked the time on your phone. 3am.Â
âAlright then,â you said. You reached over to turn off the light before settling down in bed. As you moved closer and rested your face against his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back.Â
You leaned your head up before pressing a kiss against his face.Â
âGoodnight Mark. I love you.â
He was already snoring.Â
You furrowed your brows, a hint of frustration on your face. He was always like this. Out in 3 seconds.
A sigh left your lips, and your face once again rested on his chest.Â
Why you loved him, you had no idea.Â
Veil Mark (Shiesty Mark)
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He was peacefully asleep in bed, an arm dangling off the side as he snored softly.Â
You were standing directly next to him. Â
Your eyes narrowed, before lifting your weapon of choice in hand. You had already warned him multiple times that you would do this.Â
It was too late for apologies now.Â
You slammed the pillow as hard as you could across the back of his head, causing him to jolt awake. Before he could process what was happening, you continued to wail on him.Â
âStop! Stealing! The blankets!â You exclaimed in-between each hit. You then burst into laughter. âIâm freezing over here!!âÂ
It was his turn to laugh now.Â
âAh fuck.â He sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. âSorry about that.â
âEvery night I go through this, and every night you say the same thing,â you told him. The pillow fell from your hand as you moved away to switch the light on. âAt this rate, Iâll have to start sleeping on the couch. At least I wonât freeze to death there.â
âMaybe, but youâll also be left pretty lonely,â he explained. âLetâs figure this out tonight, or Iâll take the couch.â
He untangled himself from multiple blankets he had stolen from you, and you grabbed a fluffy one, before wrapping it around your neck.
âHow about I wear one like a cape?â You said. âYou can just tie it around my neck andâŚâ
Your mouth stopped moving, a horrible realization flashing through your mind. You imagined him pulling the end of the blanket in his sleep, and you choking to death by it being tightly secured around your neck.
â...Actually, never mind. No capes,â you flatly said. He laughed.Â
âYou were so sure of yourself five seconds ago.â He then examined all the blankets on the bed. âWe have three small blankets. Why donât we just get a fucking big one?â
â....That makes sense,â you murmured. âSo when you inevitably try to steal it, there should still be a lot more of it left on my side. ActuallyâŚâÂ
You made your way out the room, dug through a closet in the hallway, and returned back with a large blanket that dragged along the floor.
âWe can try this one. Itâs old, but should work.â
âAlright then.â
You settled back into bed, and he threw the large blanket over the two of you. You wrapped yourself in the blanket once, before your eyes shot open, realizing your mistake.Â
âOh. I forgot to turn off the-â In an instant the room was dark. â-lights. Thanks... Goodnight.â
âGoodnight.â
You were warm, and the sleep was peaceful.
Until 3 am.Â
You felt him roll himself in the blanket not once, but twice. You furrowed your brows, the amount of blanket on your side significantly decreasing.Â
âOh for the love of-â You tried to hold onto the rest of the blanket for dear life, but you were no match for his strength. It was a losing tug-of-war. Once the blanket was once again stolen from you, you were seeing red.Â
No way he slept through all this. He had to be doing this on purpose.
âMark!!!â You reached for the pillow underneath your head to slap him with it, but to your horror one of his arms had wrapped around your waist, before he started his little spin again. You were dragged towards him as you clawed at the bed. âMARK!âÂ
He rolled you on top of him first, and then he rolled again, you now on the side of him. Your heart was racing.
If he rolled one more time, you would be under him. And he could crush you.Â
Thankfully, he didnât move anymore, opting to just snuggle up to you instead. You could hear his light snore.
âHow in the world are you still asleep?â You whispered.Â
He didnât respond, and you eventually sighed, dropping your head in defeat.
A bit of loose blanket was all you could grab before closing your eyes.Â
You would complain later. But at least now you were warm.
No Goggles Mark
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A cold breeze had woken you up.Â
Your hand reached over the bed as you spoke with a groggy voice.
âMark⌠You left the window openâŚMark?âÂ
You pulled yourself up, noticing that his side of the bed was empty. Rain poured heavily just outside the window, and you had an idea where he was currently at.Â
As you climbed out of bed and stuck your head out the open window, you were pelted with cold, fast-falling rain. Your ears caught a voice in the distance.Â
âWoohoo! This is awesome!!âÂ
It was him. He was currently zooming through the sky, and his excitement had echoed throughout the air. You smiled.Â
âHe seems to be having fun.â Your eyes turned behind you to check the clock on the wall. âAt 3am, no less.â
You then pulled down the window to shut it, but for some odd reason the movement halted. As the window abruptly opened again you nearly screamed.
âHi Y/n!!â It was him. He had stopped the window from closing from the outside.Â
âMark!? How did you get here so fast!? I literally just saw you in the sky.âÂ
He laughed as he made his way inside. Water dripped from his suit, and his hair.
âHey, do you wanna go outside with me?â He asked you. You laughed.
âRight now?! But itâs raining!â
âAww, but itâs so much more fun with you!â
You sighed.Â
âAlright then. We can splash in the water or something.â
Before you even spin around to grab your rain jacket, he had already grabbed you, and made his way out the window again. You shut your eyes and held onto him as the world sped around you. Once he came to a complete halt, you took a second to catch your breath.Â
âThat was-â
You were then immediately submerged in cool water and your body tensed up. He brought you back to the surface, and the two of you now floated in a lake.Â
âMark! I meant splash in a puddle! Not a whole ocean!!â You splashed water in his direction, and he laughed before splashing water back at you.Â
âThis is a lake actually! It was the nearest body of water.âÂ
You two kept laughing and splashing water at each other.Â
âMark! No fair! Stop hitting my leg!â You said in a playful manner. He gave you a confused look.
âIâm... not hitting your leg-â
âSeriously Mark!â You swam a bit away from him. When you felt something bump into your leg again, you went silent, realization hitting you.Â
Wait, if he wasnât touching your leg, then something else was.Â
âS-somethingâs in the water!!â You exclaimed. He immediately grabbed hold of you before lifting you into the air. As the two of you hovered just above the water, his eyes looked down to examine its depths.Â
âHmm, the waterâs pretty dark here soâŚOh.â
âWhat is it?!â You were too scared to look. He laughed.Â
âI have no idea what that is,â he admitted. âIt looks like some sort of creature. And itâs pretty big.â
The way he casually described what was just bumping into you made your blood run cold. Â
âTake me home Mark! I think Iâve had enough fun for one night!!â
He made sure the flight back was fast. Once you calmed your racing heart, the two of you showered before eventually settling back into bed. You held onto him, and he cuddled you to calm you down.Â
âYou just love to attract danger for some reason~â He teased you. You pouted.Â
âI attract danger?? You brought me there!!âÂ
âI know, but that creature only seemed interested in you~âÂ
âYou are not helping Mark.â
He held you closer before his lips pressed against yours. You returned his sweet gesture, and once you two pulled apart, he rested his chin on the top of your head.
âDonât be scared," he told you. "I can get rid of it tomorrow if you'd like."
You sighed.Â
âNo, itâs alright. We intruded, just... leave it be,â you murmured. Sleep was already beginning to overtake you. âGoodnight Mark. I love you.â
He smiled.Â
âI love you too.âÂ
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If you squint, some of these could pass as fluff lol. Ngl, this took longer than expected to write rip.
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Fake Scenarios In My Head #38
Click. Bright light flooded the bedroom as Casey flipped the switch on her side of the bed.
"Alex!" she whispered, gently nudging the spot where she suspected her girlfriend's shoulder was under the covers. "Alex, are you awake?"
A faint murmur came from the cocoon of blankets. She was ... awake would have been an exaggeration.
"Alex," Casey repeated more urgently this time. "It's important."
"Case ..." Alex's voice sounded sleepy and already on the verge of anoyance. "If you're not dying or there's a fire ..." The rest was lost in the pillow as she stretched and flipped the light switch next to her nightstand.
Click. Darkness.
Three seconds of silence. Peace. Almost enough for Alex to fall back into her well deserved sleep.
Click. Light. Mercilessly bright again.
"So ... did you know that crows can memorize faces?" Casey asked, ominous excitement in her voice.
2:46 a.m., Alex realized as she peeked at the alarm clock with one eye. She immediately regretted opening her eyes. Way too bright. Way too awake. Way too Casey.
She exhaled heavily, sounding suspiciously like someone desperately clinging to the last shred of mental stability.
"Casey, I swear to God ..."
"No! really, listen," Casey insisted, and Alex felt the mattress shift as her girlfriend sat upright.
"They recognize faces. Even years later. And they hold grudges. Like little winged mobsters."
It took Alex a few seconds to process the informatio. Then she slowly turned around, shielding her eyes from the bright light she blinked at Casey. Jittery, wide awake, full of expectation.
"Did a crow look at you funny today?" Alex asked hoarsely.
"I don't know!" Casey blurted out. A little too quick, a touch too guilty. Neither was a good sign.
"Maybe ... Well there was one at the courthouse, and I ... maybe I walked through her group a little ⌠too fast. Not rude! Just ... efficient."
Click. Lights out. Alex turned around. Darkness. Silence.
Click. Casey wasn't finished.
"I read that they teach their children who to hate. Like ... a feathered feud. Over Generations. What if I'm Johnny Sack now, and the Soprano Crow family has marked me as their nemesis?"
Alex groaned into her pillow. "No crow is planning a vendetta against you."
"But what if they are?" Casey scooted a little closer.
"So! Did you know that a group of crows is called a murder? That's not even subtle!"
Click. Darkness.
Alex's voice came muffled from the pillow.
"I'm about to commit one ... on an overdramatic prosecutor if she won't let me sleep."
Click. Light on.
"They mourn Alex. For their dead! They hold real funerals! Or maybe they're investigating what or who killed their friend."
"Did you kill a crow?" Alex mumbled, barely audible.
"No! Of course not!" Casey almost sounded a little offended. Then, after a short pause:
"They bring presents, too. Shiny things. Or dead mice. That's either affection ... or a threat. What if I find a dead mouse tomorrow? Is that a gift or a threat?!"
Alex sat up. Her hair tousled, the eyes narrowed to slits and her voice low and dangerously calm.
"Honey" she said with a resigned sigh, "if a crow really does put a decapitated rat on your windshield then ... we'll deal with it tomorrow."
"But what if tomorrow's too late?" Casey whispered.
Alex flopped back onto the bed with a groan, pulling the pillow back over her head. With her arm she fumbled for the light switch.
Click. Light off.
Click. Light on.
"Plus! They can solve puzzles! REAL puzzles! They practically have their own escape rooms. They think ..."
"... so they're intelligent, petty and vindictive," Alex interrupted tonelessly.
"Exactly!" Casey breathed "They are me. In bird form!"
Alex peeked out from under the pillow with one eye.
"That's the most accurate ⌠and terrifying thing you've said all night."
Click. Lights out. Silence.
Click.
"And magpies! Did I tell you about magpies?"
"CASEY!"
Click.
"Okay, okay! Lights stay off. But ... maybe we should get crow masks. Just to be on the safe side."
No answer.
"Alex?! Are you asleep?"
All that came in response was a muffled, resigned murmur from the pillow.
"I'm going to start wearing earplugs."
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Me when they are the sisters ever: đđđ They came out soooo freaking well. I wonât lie, they took me a thousand years to finish but through the constant support from all of my buds (and my latent bisexuality), we made it đ¤
Hopefully you guys know the deal by now: design choices, easter eggs, and (NEW!) closeup shots below the read more. âŹď¸
I wanted Ace to have a very down-to-earth vibe and looked at Aussie beach-girls, coastal cowgirls, and vaqueras for reference. (IDK, Iâve just always envisioned Ace as part-Australianđş and Mexican đ´ââ ď¸) Her clothing choices are mostly natural or utilitarian materials like the painted wooden beads on her top, her woven fabric and leather belts, and her denim jumpsuit. I gave her bikini top a zen-garden kind of feel because I read the first Aceâs Story Novel and I loved how idyllic and peaceful they made Sixis Island sound so I wanted to invoke that in some way.
Speaking of her painted wooden beads, they hang off the back of her top and represent her connection to Sabo and Luffy. They watch her back once she sets sail. She only wears one red glass bead earring because the other one got ripped out of her ear when a child, leaving her earlobe torn (donât think about it too much đ˘). Also, YES! she does wear a hibiscus flower just like Rouge (because I hate you and I want to make you cry, muhwahahahaha).
Also, I really wanted her to have super textured curly hair that licks behind her like flames. I am always considering whether or not a character should have long hair or not because I donât want it to be a hindrance if theyâre in a fight (or if they ARE a fighter with long hair, how to they avoid an enemy making use of that?). Ace is, of course, a Logia-type Devil Fruit User so I think she wouldnât have trouble with people grabbing it LOL I get the feeling that she doesnât take very good care of it even though it looks amazing. Like youâd think it would be soft and bouncy just by looking at it but if you ever get the chance to run your fingers through it, itâs a total ratâs nest and thereâs sand and food all up in it. She still falls asleep while eating đ but she tries her best to only do it around people she can trust (woman moment đ).
Honestly, her design is not that different from Aceâs canon look. It feels really vital to Aceâs character to have a lot of skin showing. And heâs always hanging all over himself with his hips all cocked like the weight of the world is too much to stand up straight. It is certainly not my OWN preference to make her an absolute smoke show. Thatâs just the character, okay? (Iâm partially lying and the proof is that I turned the emblem on Aceâs hat strap into a sternum tattoo for no other reason than that it is sexy af.)
Here are some closeups of Ace:



Now for Sabo, Iâve made her very girly. I tried putting her in pants or something more militant but she told me that sheâd wear the big poofy sleeves and hiked-up ruffled skirt. I think Sabo has always had a strong grasp on his fashion sense and individual flair and I truly believe that his personal style is one of the major influences for the rest of the Revolutionary Army resulting in the very flashy, queer, steampunk aesthetic (aside from Dragonâs plain-ass cloak). So of course I had to implement her nonconformist look when reimagining her as a woman and dress her up to the nines.
Iâve given her very ornate jewelry that is there to tell a story, even if she herself doesnât know it. I like to think she picks up stuff from her travels that resonate with her, such as a damaged set of earrings with one stone missing or red cup-shaped shells featuring three nestled pearls. Another accessory that cannot go unmentioned is her dragon claw hat pin that keeps her top hat resting on top of her hair (and is definitely used as a weapon when the situation simply doesnât call for trusty metal pipe). She also has a veil that obscures her prominent facial scar. I imagine sheâs not very keen on the reminder of the incident from her childhood that took away her memories. I also kept her chipped toothed because 1) itâs fucking adorable and 2) is a visual reminder that she no longer aligns herself with the nobility who would have gotten such a thing fixed. She is so poised in almost every outward facet of her life from her dignified role as the Chief of Staff to the elegant materials in her clothing that it can be easy to forget she was also a rough and tumble forest dweller. Every time Koala remembers this, he lets out the biggest sigh.
Her hair is inspired by Gibson Girls and Elizabeth Swann from the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I wanted it to be fussy and tidy but fall apart when sheâs in moments of distress. For example, when she remembers her sisters, her hair starts to look like Aceâs flaming mane. Iâm so in love with her, I think she looks like an adorable little porcelain doll that would fuck you up. I made an effort to keep her eyes a little bit manic. I get lost in her steely black orbs (and also Aceâs warm brown ones, but weâre talking about Sabo rn).
Here are her close-ups:



Plot notes for this AU:
For this series of character designs, I wanted the expressions and outfits to be aligned with the canon plot but I donât know if I have the heart to kill fem!Ace in my AU. Iâm too attached and ASL has suffered enough!!!!! But Aceâs death is also a major defining moment for Luffy so it feels disingenuous to completely avoid it. Also a huge aspect of Saboâs character is carrying on Aceâs will and I have so many thoughts about how the Dressrosa Colosseum scene would play out if they were all women. Oh well, Iâll cross that tragic bridge when I get to it. Iâm definitely going to draw some Modern AU Girl Piece ASL though. They deserve to hang out with no stakes đ They are sisters!!!
Check out the tag âgirl pieceâ on my blog for my other One Piece genderbends! đĽ°
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spencer reid x fem!reader | masterlist
summary ŕź spencer reid x secret relationship!reader â in which members of the bau go out for dinner and see spencer with... a girl?
early seasons spencer, twilight & ariana grande references for some reason (i don't even listen to her), reader sits on spencer's lap, disgustingly cute but mostly disgusting
word count ŕź 2k
noraâs notes ŕź my first spencer reid fic + a new writing style. this may be a complete disaster đ
Spencerâs in the middle of finishing up a reread of a Sherlock Holmes installment and packing up from work when the clomping of two pairs of shoes ruins his peace.Â
âMorning, genius,â one of the voices says, bubbling with sweetness in just a way he knows exactly who it is without having to look at the two shadows that enter his vision, blocking the light.Â
âItâs almost evening. In fact, itâs been six hours, thirty-four minutes, and eighteen seconds since morning,â he mutters, flicking the page over. âNow, move. I canât see.âÂ
âNo, youâve been in a funk all week and weâre going to get you out of it,â Garcia sing-songs, taking his book hostage. She looks the opposite of how he has the past weekâput together, with a perfect outfit, as always. âI donât care why youâve been a grump, only that you come out with us tonight, yeah? You donât have to drink, just hang out.âÂ
He looks up, reluctance prodding his expression. Garcia and Derek are side-to-side, arms crossed, looking down at him. Yeah, nope. âIâm busy tonight.âÂ
âWith?â Derek raises an eyebrow. âYou got a date, pretty boy?âÂ
âIâm meeting with a friend whoâs been out-of-town.â He responds, reaching out for his book. âOkay, Dad?âÂ
âSeriously, Reid?â JJ chimes in from behind the other two. âCome out with us.âÂ
âIâm busy. I would say I was sorry, but Iâm not. 1 in 8 people apologize at least twenty times a day. 43% of people regularly apologize during a situation in which they are not at faultââ Spencer begins as he turns away from them to collect his things.Â
âYeah, thatâs enough. Getting Hotch to come was hard enough, Iâll call it quits while I still can. See you tomorrow, Reid.â JJ turns on her heel and walks back towards her own desk.
âIâll see you two tomorrow too.â He nods and passes them on his way out. âBye.âÂ
Garcia looks at Derek, her eyebrows cocked. âWell, then.âÂ
âGuess itâll just be you and me, baby girl,â he teases, heading to walk back to his desk.Â
âJust the way I like it.â Her heels nip the back of his shoes as she chases after him. âEven though JJ and Hotch will be there too.âÂ
âThey can watch.âÂ
âÂ
âWhenâs Hotch getting here?â JJ drums her fingers on the side of her glass, tilting her head up. The restaurant theyâre in is loud and crowded, the three of them squished into a booth clearly meant for two, all having glasses of what the waitress described as âfun, flirty drinksâ cradled in their hands. Garciaâs stirring some kind of electric pink concoction with an equally pink umbrella when a throat clears.Â
âIâm here,â their boss says, sliding into the booth next to them. His eyebrows furrowâwell, maybe thatâs just his resting face, they canât really tellâas he glances at the drink in Derekâs hands. âWhat exactly is it that youâre drinking?âÂ
He shrugs, taking a sip. âI think itâs called the Orange Surprise. Not that thereâs anything surprising about itâor this place, at all, really. I mean, look around. And this just tastes likeââÂ
âWait,â Garcia interrupts, eyes on something behind him. She whips off her glasses, rubbing them furiously on her shirt before her jaw drops and she begins to stand in her seat. âIs it just me or is that Reid over there with a girl? A gorgeous girl at that?âÂ
As soon as she finishes her sentence, three more heads whip around to her line of vision, shock pulling at their faces. Even Hotch looks mildly surprised.Â
From their vantage point in the restaurant, they can see Spencerâs side profile as he stares at a girl across the table from himâyou, looking magnificent, even in the dingy, uneven bar lighting. Your elbows are on the table, face cradled by your hands as you stare up at him. The love shining out of your face--lips parted with intrigue as you listen, eyes soft, cheeks relaxed--is sickeningly lovely. And even at first glance, a table full of profilers can tell just how much you care about himâenough to reach across the table and smooth down an untidy lapel, enough to listen raptly as the words begin spilling out of him in a ramble, to smile at him with a kind of learned tenderness you only get from knowing someone with incredible intimacy and just time.Â
âOh. My. God.â She tries to scooch past Derek, who catches her by the hips.Â
âWait, baby girl. I wanna see how this plays out before we interrupt. What if thatâs a cousin? I don't know, a friend?â He says, stalling her. She reluctantly sits back in her seat, neck craned.Â
âTheyâre touching,â JJ reports, a gasp falling from her lips. âReid hates touch.âÂ
âWe can see, JJ,â Derek quips, though his jaw is just as dropped.Â
As soon as the boy started rambling, everyone at the table expected you to get up and walk away, or look as bored as they felt listening to him. But you stayed. Your eyes are on his, nodding every so often. They watch as one of your hands wanders to Spencerâs arm, rubbing a circle on the fabric of his button-down. He looks so relaxed in your presence, unlike theyâve ever seen him before. What the hell is happening?
âPlease let me go over,â Penelope begs. âI need to know. I need to meet her!âÂ
âI second it,â JJ echoes. âTheyâre worse than the two of you, and I didnât think that was possible with Genius over there.âÂ
âNo, we still donât know if theyâre long-term or first date or what. What if we barge in and theyâre just friends?â Derek almost sounds convincing. Almost.
âThat is not friendly behavior,â Hotch chimes in. Their attention lasers in on the table in front of them, shock freezing their limbs. Youâre pouting, saying something to Spencerâheâs melting in your hands, nodding so much it looks like his head could just screw off any moment now, and you stand. Are you going to leave? Break up? Whatâs happening?Â
You wander to his side of the table, and, in the most disgusting display of PDA ever, you lower yourself onto his lap, hands knitting themselves together behind his neck. And Spencer is sickeningly okay with it, hands traveling to your hips, massaging your pelvic bones as you say something to him. A blush pinches his cheeksâno, itâs like a virus, spreading all over his face as he buries himself into your neck.Â
Garcia thinks she heard Derek gag. A giggle escapes you, loud enough to hear from their booth. From across the restaurant. Â
âOkay, weâre going over,â he announces, standing from the table. âEven just to break this up. Iâm nauseous.âÂ
âCopy that,â JJ contorts her face, following the group towards them.Â
Garciaâs practically skipping ahead, expression both accusatory and giddy as she reaches your table. Her hands slam onto the wood, eyes wide as Spencer rears back, immediately on alert. âAlright, Reid, explain yourself now.âÂ
âLess dramatic, princess,â Derek whispers to her, nudging her shoulder.Â
You cock your head at the quartet. They can all tell youâre mentally scanning them, just as much as theyâre doing to you. It takes you a couple momentsâand Spencerâs groan as he returns to his previous position nestled on your shoulderâbefore it clicks who they are.Â
You jump up, abandoning Spencer with an embellished gasp. âYou must be the BAU!âÂ
âMinus a few members, yes.â Hotch nods at you, looking the exact picture of what your boyfriend had described. Anyone who didnât know him wouldnât be able to peer past the perfectly neutral, bordering on pleasant mask heâs pasted on his face. But that twitch of his lips gives it all away: he knew nothing about you, and mentally his jaw is on the floor. âPleasure to meet you.âÂ
âYou tooâŚAaron Hotchner?â You guess, biting your lip. Youâre so purely adorable that half of the team is already in love with you.Â
He nods, and you smile at all of them. The happiness youâre wearing is so genuine that JJ whispers to Derek, âI think I just got blinded.â
âAnd youâre Penelope Garcia?â You turn towards her, eyebrows raised. She reaches her hand to shake yours, but you bypass it entirely and go in to wrap your arms firmly around her. She hugs you back, eyes blown up at shock.
âOh my God, I canât believe youâve been keeping her from me this whole time!â She accuses Spencer as you pull back, greeting the other members as well. You hear the surprise in JJâs laugh as you do the same for her, hug firm and leaking with kindness.Â
âI havenât,â he responds matter-of-factly. Heâs resisting the urge to pull you back into him, annoyed at all of his colleagues for stealing your time together. Instead, he shifts to the edge of the seat, legs opening wide in a manspread that would be absolutely disgusting on anyone else. But it fits him. Alarmingly well. âI talk about Y/N all the time.âÂ
âY/Nâs your girlfriend?â Garciaâs tone borders on a shriek, but in a restaurant as loud as this one, no one notices. âI thought she was your cousin!âÂ
âEw, what?â you crinkle your nose just as Spencer echoes your wordsââThatâs disgusting. But scarily more common than youâd think.âÂ
âI-I mean, you do talk about her a lot. Youâve just never mentioned her in relation to you before.â She sputters out. Everyone can see the cogs turning in her brain, trying to piece the puzzle together. âI love you already.âÂ
âHe said he wouldnât talk about us at work,â you agree, letting his arm pull you between his legs, one hand falling to your thigh. âDo you guys want to sit down? Now that the catâs out of the bag, we should catch up.âÂ
âUm, yes, absolutely!â Garcia throws her hands into the air, scooching the two of you over so she can fit into the booth. âNow, tell me absolutely everything.âÂ
You shrug, snug on your boyfriendâs lap while also leaning in to look at her. Both of you sparkle in a way he absolutely adores. âI saw him, I liked him, I wanted him, and I got him.âÂ
âIn the wise words of Ariana Grande,â she nods, words wise and expression stoic.
âAre you an Arianator?â You gasp, hand collapsing onto her hand in excitement. She takes that cue to launch into something Spencer does not at all understand. The other members of the BAU shuffle into the other side of the booth, Derek closest to Spencer and JJ at the end. He almost lets out a laugh seeing Hotch sitting so uncomfortably between them, shoulders drawn up tight as to conserve room, face equally as scrunched.
He opens his mouth to comment, but your fingers interrupt, drumming on his shoulder in excitement. You recap your conversation in a voice no one else can quite hear but him. He nods as you ramble, the opposite of what you were doing for him a few minutes ago. In some ways, you're just like him, but you're also complete opposites in so many others. While he usually hates physical touch, you lean into it, fingers tracing patterns onto his broad back while the sun peeks out of the sky, showering him in a glow that makes him downright angelic. Your other hand creeps to his as you watch him brush his teethâyou love seeing his toothbrush next to yours, thereâs something so incredibly romantic about it that you can't describe, something that intertwines the two of you. Heâs yours, youâre his.Â
He presses his lips to your hair, then behind your hair, inhaling you. Youâre perfect for him. So, so perfect.Â
âWow, pretty boy.â Derek shakes his head. âJust when I thought Iâd seen everything. I didnât think youâd be so into PDA.âÂ
âShe was away for a whole week. What do you expect me to do?â He huffs, arm wrapping around your waist. Yes, he still hates handshakes, but for youâwell, he is absolutely pathetic. And after having you leave for work? Not seeing you for seven whole days? He would get down on his knees and beg you to hold his hand. To pay him an ounce of attention. God, he is unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.Â
âGreet her like a normal person. Or stay in your apartment,â Morgan advises, only half-joking.Â
But Spencerâs no longer paying a shred of attention to anything his co-worker is saying. Heâs too absorbed in you, laugh unabashed and tinkling as you discuss something animatedly with JJ and Garcia. You fit so well in his little family, he thinks. You might as well just stay with him forever.Â
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Traitor part 8
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
here it is everyone :)) took me forever but itâs finally here! now I can disappear in peace lol. Iâll proofread everything later, but I hope this lives up to everyoneâs expectations. thank you all for the love youâve given this series. I hope this gives you some closure.
let me know if you want any drabbles from the series <3
thank you again!
after kyle finally leaves you alone, you slink back against the door, shutting your eyes so tightly stars dot your vision.
it never ends, does it?
apologies. worry. sympathy. pity.
it was in each of their eyesâ the one-four-one. each of them trying to mask their pity for you behind sickening sympathy. you were exhausted of that lookâ not just from them, but from everyone you had walked past or looked at since everything had happened.
you open your eyes, scanning the room. what once had been a haven had become a hell. shattered glass sprinkled the floor near the mirror. clothes were still strewn about. you hadnât bothered picking up what had been disturbed.
youâd be gone too soon for it to matter.
your phone rings then, the screen lighting up in the dimly lit room. you let the ring tone play for a second longer before youâre moving, reaching for the device on your nightstand.
itâs kate, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
âhello?â you say as you answer the call.
âitâs kate,â comes the womanâs familiar voice through the speaker. âim on my way to base. should be there by tomorrow.â
you startle, eyebrows raising in confusion. âyouâre coming here? why?â
you hear her sigh. âwe can talk about it tomorrow. I need to meet with john, anyways. two birds, one stone and all that.â she tells you.
âcan you at least tell me if the paper work is all set for my transfer?â you ask.
she doesnât answer for a moment, and then:
âweâll talk about it tomorrow, sergeant. get some rest. you sound like you need it.â
you hear a click, and then the line goes dead. you furrow your brows as you look down at the phone in your hand.
why on earth would she come all the way here just to talk?
your mind is moving a mile a minute, and suddenly, it clicks.
laswell is coming here to do damage control.
you huff a mirthless laugh, dropping your phone as your hands come up to run through your hair.
you werenât being reassigned. you were being discharged.
but was it at her insistence, or someone elseâs?
you whip around, wrenching open the door and storming down the hall to priceâs office. those you pass in the hallway give you bewildered stares, and suddenly youâre aware that youâre still in that damned robe, but youâre on a mission.
and when you start something, you see it through.
you donât bother knocking as you reach priceâs door. instead, you barge into the office, effectively interrupting an argument between price and simon. their voices die off, heads turning to appraise who had barged in.
priceâs eyes widen at the sight of you, but simonâs face is as unreadable as always. the door clicks shut behind you, and you stalk towards the two men, your fists clenched as you seethe.
âyou motherfuckers,â you hurl the words at them, âyou fucking knew. you knew.â
âlove, what are you talkinâ about?â price questions, his brows furrowed as he turns to you.
âlaswell,â you say, and priceâs eyes widen. he knows. and now he knows you know.
âwhatever she told youââ
âshe didnât tell me shit,â you huff. âI figured it out. why the fuck else would she come here just to talk? sheâs playing fucking babysitter, isnât she?â
price doesnât speak. your gaze flits to simonâs.
âIâm sure you were rooting for this outcome, werenât you? couldnât finish me off in that fucking room, but hey, this is just as good, isnât it? sending me back to fucking nothing.â
âthis job is my life,â you turn your attention back to the captain. âand you fuckers just canât stop ruining it, can you?â your voice is raising, and tears prick the corners of your eyes. youâre becoming hysteric.
âall because of a fucking lie!â youâre yelling now, jabbing a finger into the chest of your former captain.
âcalm down,â the sound of simonâs rough baritone leads your head to snap toward him. your eyes are wide, fury and terror blazing in them.
and he expects you to let loose. scream and hit and scream some more. but you donât.
you stand there and you stare at him with those wide eyes. the rest of the roomâ hell, the world falls awayâ and itâs just him and you.
like it was on patrol during countless nights, your bare fingers dancing over his gloved hands as you prattled on about a show you liked.
on countless nights curled up in his bed, your back to him, pressed so close he could feel the beat of your heart in his own chest. his arms wrapped around you, one of your fingers lazily tracing the ink on his forearm. no words spoken, yet so much said.
in the field, when you and johnny bicker over comms and he takes your side. when you take a bullet to the shoulder and he holds pressure on it until evac arrives.
when he makes eye contact with you as you pin kyle to the training mat, finally able to overcome his strength. when price tells him youâre the rat and he doesnât want to believe it.
itâs just him and you. a lieutenant and his sergeant. but itâs more than that.
itâs a deep understanding of this job being your life. of losing everything and everyone you hold dear. of finding family again in this team, and doing whatever it takes to keep that family safe.
and he fully realizes, then, what you have been condemned to.
what they condemned you to.
what he condemned you to.
he breaks from his thoughts as you slam your fist into his jaw.
priceâs eyes widen, his feet carrying him forward to intervene, but simon waves him off as he cradles a hand to his jaw.
âlet âem,â he grunts out, and price looks bewildered, but he nods. he takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides, and he lets you strike again.
âfuck you,â you seethe, and despite your best efforts, your voice cracks. emotion seeps in, and your eyes are wet as you swipe a leg out from under him, forcing him to his knees.
he falls with no grace, knees hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. youâd cringe if this were any other circumstance.
instead, you deliver another blow, cracking his nose with the force of it. blood sprays out and wets your robe.
âghostââ price begins from somewhere off to the side, but simon just shakes his head.
âfuck you, simon! fuck you!â you scream at him, and your fists are flying blindly as tears cloud your eyes.
and he just takes the hits. you subconsciously register the sound of the office door squeaking as it opens and quickly closes. price didnât want to be a bystander any longer, it seems.
but he still didnât jump in. was it because of ghostâs insistence? or because your captain didnât want to watch one of his soldiers finally snap?
you finally stop yourself when blood drips from your knuckles. unsurprisingly, theyâve split again. thereâs no doubt in your mind that there will be little scars between each of them once theyâve healed.
more to add to the reminder of everything. god, at this point you knew youâd never forget it even if you wanted to. even if you tried to. even if you did for a brief moment, those little white linesâ discolored and jagged skin in the place of what should be smooth and unmarred, would be your reminder.
blood pools on the floor, a mix of yours and simonâs. you pay it no mind as you wipe the backs of your hands on your completely ruined robe. goodâ now you had a great excuse to throw the damned thing away.
you wouldâve thrown it away anyways.
you bring your hands to your eyes, wiping away tears that had freed themselves their cage. you see simon clearly then, his face bloodied and yet still beautiful in that way of his. his nose is obviously broken. lacerations above his eye and on his cheekbones.
his eyes are staring back you, the icy blue of them never more intense than now.
you heave in your breaths as you look at him. his split lip cracks further as he opens his mouth.
âdone?â
and you donât have anything left to give, so you nod. then you slump to your knees, down onto his level, and you donât look away from what youâve done.
itâs no different than what you did to the doctor, or to countless enemies in the field. but, at the same time, it is different.
because itâs him, and he let you do this. he could have easily stopped you. heâd shown his strength against you numerous times on the sparring mat, picking you up and tossing you around with ease.
and yet he didnât stop you.
âwhy?â you ask him, and itâs a loaded question. your voice is a watery tremble, and the word comes out as a whisper, but he doesnât shy away.
he shrugs. âyou needed it.â
heâs focusing on one aspect of the questionâ on why he let you hit him. you open your mouth to respond, but he surprises you by speaking again.
âleast I could do,â he says.
you close your mouth, your chapped lips pressed into a thin line. why is he doing this now? saying this now? what changed?
âis it your fault, then? that Iâm being discharged?â you find yourself asking, and youâre not sure if you want to know the answer.
maybe you just want a reason to hate him more.
âno,â he says, and you know he means it.
he never lied to you, regardless of any pain it may have saved. it was one of the things you had loved about him.
he sighs. âI didnât want you to go.â
that surprises you. simon was never one to freely speak on his feelings. he had opened up to you during your relationship, but it was as if there was always an invisible line he could never cross. never did he utter the complete truth to his thoughts or feelings. and you had accepted thatâ because that is who he was.
and you would take him with all his walls if it just meant that you could have him.
âI donât want you to.â he corrects himself.
the room falls silent around you. the part of you that still holds love for him yearns for his embrace at this moment. but you push that side of you down. you will not go crawling back, not after what happened.
âyouâve been an asshole,â you say, and he gives a curt nod.
âprobably.â he concedes. âbut I wouldnâ take anythinâ back. I told you, I meant what I said.â
âis that supposed to make me feel better?â you ask. god, he has a horrible way with words.
âno,â he tells you. ânothinâ I can say can do that.â
you snort. you fall back on you haunches, your hands in your lap as you look at him.
âI am never going to forgive you,â you tell him, words full of so much hurt.
he nods again. âI know. I donâ blame you. donâ expect you to, neither.â
âbut IâmâŚâ he starts, and his lips crease in a frown. âim sorry.â
you just look at him. perhaps you had wanted an apology at one moment in time, but now? now none of it mattered.
âI hope so,â you tell him. you move to stand, and he remains still. he hasnât moved an inch since youâd finished your assault.
âI hope you feel this way for the rest of your lonely life. I hope that you never forget what you did to me, and I hope that it keeps you up at night. because I can tell you with certainty that I will never forget. and I hope the others remember, too. I hope it tears you all apart from the inside. that it follows you around for the rest of your career.â
you breathe in, then out. âand I hope no one ever gives you the chances I did,â your voice is soft. âbecause I would never wish what you did to me on the next person you think you love.â
his face conveys no emotion other than the small frown still on his lips. his eyes, so cold, have softened the tiniest bit. you used to love when you could bring out that softness inside of him. when it was just the two of you, your hand in his, his eyes on you.
those memories would suffocate you if you let them. what couldâve been will suffocate you. you refuse to let it.
you turn and stalk towards the door, not bothering to spare him another glance. you open it, stepping out into the hallway, coming face-to-face with the rest of the one-four-one.
their eyes are all wide as they take you in. your bloodied hands and robe. the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. you pull the door shut behind you before you speak.
âi donât care to speak to kate,â you say to price, your eyes meeting his. âfuck her for not giving me a chance. and fuck you for laying down like a damn dog and not fighting for your fucking team.â
you turn to johnny next. âyou shove your sorries up your ass, mactavish. I donât want your sympathy, and I donât want your pity. I hope your regret eats you alive.â
finally, kyle. âand you,â you glare at him. âif anyone other than simon shouldâve defended me, it shouldâve been you. I met you first, kyle. you were my closest friend, my brother. and you turned out to be just another fucking lap dog.â
you shake your head, blinking away hot tears. âI want you to get me temporary housing and a car because thatâs the least you owe me, after ruining my life. and I donât want to hear from any of you ever again. if I do, I guarantee you I will not show you the mercy you think you showed me when you had me tied up in that chair.â
none of them spoke, and you didnât give them a chance to as you pushed past them, heading back toward your room to change.
a yellow cab retrieves you from base the next morning before kate arrives. itâs still dark outside when you leave the shelter that had once been home. rain pours down around you, a raging storm hanging overhead as it had all night prior. perhaps it was a reflection of your mood. you liked to think that it was.
you toss your duffle bag into the trunk, shutting it before climbing into the back seat. you hadnât bothered to pack anything other than a few pairs of clothes youâd recovered from the floor of your room. everything else could be trashed, especially anything the boys had given you.
the driver doesnât speakâ price had given him all the information he neededâ and paid himâ before heâd fetched you. it seems your final outburstâ and beating simon to a pulpâ had finally put some urgency in his movements.
none of them had seen you off, per your request. you thought it was the least they could do for you after continuously disrespecting your boundaries.
(unbeknownst to you, simon had watched you leave through a window.)
the driver turned up the musicâ some pop song you didnât know the name ofâ and you slumped in your seat, your head turned toward the window as you watched the rain race down it.
you found yourself drifting off quickly, and you didnât try to fight it. youâre finally free of that place and the men you thought were your family. free of the anxiety of seeing them around every corner. free of the hate that sparked in your heart every time you heard their voices.
you sleep, and for the first time since before everything, itâs peaceful.
you wake to the taxi driver talking to you.
âweâre here,â he says, knocking on the glass separating the front and back seats. âcan you get out now? I gotta get home. itâs my wifeâs birthday.â
you blink the sleep from your eyes, nodding before you even register what heâs saying. âsorry,â you mumble as you fumble with the seat belt.
you slip from the car, your boots splashing in a muddy puddle. you grimace as the murky water seeps in, wetting your socks.
you trudge around to the back of the car, opening the trunk and retrieving your bag. youâve just shut the trunk and stepped back when the car is driving off, kicking up mud that further dirties your boots and jeans.
you pay it little mind as you look at the small cottage before you.
nestled between some trees, itâs beautiful. a shingled roof. light blue paneled siding. a small front porch with a rocking chair and a bench swing. a beautiful dark blue door.
your favorite flowers live in the flower beds surrounding what you can see of the house. it makes you wonder if its a simple coincidence or if simon or price planned it.
how long have they known that you would have to come here? that you would have no where else to go except for where they put you?
you vowed that this house would just be temporary. you would get away from it as soon as possible, putting the rest of the one-four-one behind you. you didnât want any of them knowing where to find you.
the rain slows to a sad drizzle. drops prick your skin as you make no effort to avoid puddles, splashing carelessly to the front door. you can hear birds beginning to chirp, slipping out of their hiding places as the sunâs rays begin to illuminate the earth once more.
a new beginning, you think.
you reach a hand toward the door knob, twisting it open and pushing inside. itâs a cozy little place with wood floors and a brick fireplace. itâs furnished, but thereâs no personality to it. it clearly hasnât been somebodyâs home.
the door clicks shut behind you as you toe off your boots and drop your duffle by the door. as you nudge your boots out of the way with a foot, you notice an envelope on the floor.
eyebrows scrunched in confusion, you lean down and scoop it up. your name is written on the front in a scrawl you donât recognize.
who else knows youâre here?
perhaps youâll need to leave sooner than you thought.
you push your thumb under the seam, ripping it open with little finesse. inside is a typed letter. itâs an offer, you realize. a job offer.
its got an american stamp on it, and its signed by a phillip graves.
a new beginning indeed.
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this shit came in my mind but imagine reader ties toji wrist behind his back and teases him like touching herself n shit and heâs desperate and hard asf but reader not giving him any frictions just small touches to get him riled up and somehow toji unties the rope and rest in peace her and her pussy đŞŚđ
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He has a salacious grin plastered on his face. âYou know itâs gonna take more than just one lilâ rope, right?â
You giggled, âWell, guess weâre testing your limits tonight.â
Toji sits on his knees on the hardwood bedroom floor, wearing nothing but his grey sweatpants, his bulky arms constricted behind his back as his wrists are restrained by a red rope, additionally tying his thumbs together. Other than this lies a black collar that slings around his neck, a leash that you twirl around your pretty fingers is connected to the ring part.Â
You sit at the edge of the bed, wearing your undies and an oversized sweatshirt â his sweatshirt that you snatched the moment he took it off. Your eyes look down at him, a thing that rarely happens. And now that itâs happening, you take your time savoring it. âJust sit there and watch. No touchy, and no breaking that rope.â
He quirks a brow up. âWho made ya the one givinâ orders around here?â
âMe, of course; Iâm the one who tied you up,â you lightly tug the rein, prompting Toji to bend a little closer. His jade eyes darken, and you canât fight the smile that creeps on your face. âBe a good boy and enjoy the show, all right?â
He doesnât answer, just watching you begin. You start by spreading your legs, exposing the region of your inner thighs and the cute design of your stripped panties. Your fingers crawl down to underwear, swiping up and down on the material to push between your vaginal folds. The wetness warming up causes a spot to form.
You can see Tojiâs eyes follow every movement, tilting his head when your forefinger rubs a circle on your clothed clit. Your fingers then decide to sneak inside your undies, your wet cunt meeting your intruding digits. He glances back to your face when you release a soft moan and chuckles. âEnjoyinâ yourself, mama?â
âMhmm, and you?â Your toes go to his chin, lifting his head.Â
The action had his smirk broaden. âYa sure gettinâ a kick outta this, huh.â
You donât give him a response â you donât need to. Youâre in control now; heâs the one who should behave and do his part. Your foot then twiddles down to Tojiâs sweatpants, pressing and sliding on his groin. It makes his breath hitch. âAnd what if I am?â
âMmmphâŚDonât start somethinâ you canât finish, baby.â Fuck, the way he looked at you was making you turned on. Even if heâs limited to moving, his dominant side doesnât falter. It makes you want to tease and push his buttons more.
You lie on your back on the bed, stuffing your fingers in your mouth to bathe them in saliva before returning inside your panties. The self-lubrication makes it easier to slide in your forefinger, a gasp leaving your lips at the insertion. Your toes curl on the tent of his sweatpants, which only get firmer with every second.Â
You bring the collar of his shirt to your nose; the cologne remains and attacks your nostrils. âMmmmâŚAhhhh, fuuckâŚâ your voice muffled from the sweatshirt, concealing your puffy lips after pressing on your clit with your thumb.
Toji watches you masturbate before him; he has no choice but to. His bulge becomes more and more annoying to push off, wanting to touch himself and revel at the view of you relieving yourself thinking of him. Hell, the image of your damp panties ticks him off, wanting to rip that skimpy material off himself to feast on your cunt all he wants. Fuck this rope, manâŚ
And he stands by that thought when you warp the leash around your palm and tug it roughly, pulling Tojiâs face closer between your legs. The squelching commotion made by your fingers ringing his ears. Fuck, it was so dirty, and he loved it. You peer down at him, âHowâs the view down there?â
He scoffs with a bitten lip. âOh, yâre such a fuckinâ tease, sweetie. You have no idea what yâre gettinâ yâreself into.âÂ
The sentence humors you. âWhat makes you say that?â
With a twinge of his lips, Toji straightens his posture and reveals his hands are untied, the red rope clutched in the grasp of his right hand. And the look on your face when he shows you? Priceless.
âHuh!?â You exclaimed with widened eyes! âBâBut I made sure to tighten itââ
âI told you,â he gets up on his two feet while his hands undo the collar around his neck. Now, heâs looking down at you; the shiver slithering down your spine at the darkened emerald look he gave you was stomach-dropping. âGonna need more than one rope. Now, letâs see whoâs really gettin' a kick outta thisâŚâÂ
Damn, you could only chuckle nervously. Iâm so fucked.
Yeah, you are.Â
Now youâre screaming your heart out from Toji using your body to how he sits fit, his mouth now ravaging your soapy folds and his tongue flicking up and down roughly on your clit. Your hands are tied to your back, your legs propped up by one hand and the other curled around with the leash connected to the collar around your neck.Â
ââAhaahhn!! Ohhhh!! FuckinâGahhhhâŚ!â You could barely utter a word, Toji sucking the soul out of you through your essence. You almost choke on your tongue, back arching at the aggressive laps at your cunt.
âStay still,â he slaps on your chasm, and you cry at the impact.Â
âHoohhh!! TâTojiii, pleaseâOhhhh!!â Another harsh smack; God, you choked on your spit.Â
âThat ainât my name,â stern emerald eyes convey a commanding aura. âActinâ all dumb on my tongue like a slut, canât even follow an easy rule.âÂ
ââŚAhhhh, Iâm sorry, Daddy, Iâm âorryyyâŚ!â
âHmph, good girl.â He praises â the only kind thing heâs done outside of the onslaught of teases and sucks heâs done to your body, forcing you to come for the third time in a row.Â
âAHHCK!! D-Daddyyy, stooop!! Itâs âoo muchhh!! Too muuuchââ your words slur out in helpless cries, not being taken seriously by the man between your legs.Â
Although, itâs necessary because your slit is going to need to provide as much slick it can to accommodate the girth of Tojiâs raw cock penetrating inside you. Fuck, you could never mentally prepare yourself for him, being full of him every single time. Clenching around his length like crazy, wailing out for him like a porn actress.
Tojiâs fucking you from behind â your head smushed to the pillow because his hand pushes you by the neck. On all fours, your arch propping your ass up, the quick strokes of his pelvis have his dick scrape your walls euphorically, all the while gripping your asscheeks like a toy. Heâs had you climaxed four times already, and heâs going to get that fifth one unquestioned.
âFuuuuckâHicâŚ!â Tears stream down from watery eyes, and pornographic whines squeak out from you.
ââHnngh! Fuck, clenchinâ on my dick like a real whore, mama,â he gives your ass a swift smack, forcing you to cry and the gushy walls of your vagina to clamp onto him again. âShiiiit, fuck, Iâm gonna cumâŚâ
You can feel it, too; the climb of your own crescendo is soon. âMe toooo, I wanna cummm, Daddy, please, I wannaâAhhaaaah!!â He slaps your butt again â the sting on your skin causes more tears to fall.Â
Toji doesnât give what you want â no, sir. He removes his cock quick, and a choked mewl clogs your throat when he pulls the leash, yanking you towards him. âHeh, fuckinâ broad; who said you can cum with me?âÂ
God, heâs so mean. I fucking love this so much! ââKhhhâŚPlease, Daddy, I wanna cum so baaad, pleaseeeâŚ!â
âOh, really?â His patronizing tone with his gruff voice was such a hot combination. Still holding onto the strap, he brings you up from his grip. Youâre practically choking on your saliva, thanks to this damn collar. âDid ya learn yâr lesson, hmm?â
âMhmm! Yesshh, Iâm sho sorryyy,â holy fuck, you gotta be looking so dumb right now; eyes rolling up with drool coming down your chin.
Not for Toji; it was the sight he wanted to see. And now that he does, heâs thoroughly satisfied. Finally, he releases the leash, having you fall to the pillow with no grace, drawing in of breath. He inserts his cock back into you with a hum, and another slap to your ass makes you jerk.Â
âSo good frâ me always, mamaâŚâ
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You Havenât Gained That Much
I watch her waddle into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from her eyes and yawning, oblivious to the way her belly jiggles with each step. Sheâs wearing my old college hoodie, stretched tight over her curves, riding up just enough to reveal the soft underbelly that wasnât there a year ago. Sheâs biggerâmuch biggerâbut she still acts like sheâs the same size sheâs always been.
And I love it.
âMorning,â she mumbles, shuffling to the fridge. I follow her with my eyes, biting back a grin. The fridge door opens, and she immediately starts pulling out leftovers from last nightâs dinner. I made too much on purposeâagain.
She heaps pasta onto a plate and tosses it in the microwave. âUgh, Iâm starving. I feel like I havenât eaten in days.â
I lean on the counter, chin in hand. âThatâs probably because you skipped your midnight snack.â
She shrugs, arms jiggling as she leans in to get the food. âIâm trying not to overdo it.â
I almost laugh. Trying not to overdo it? The scale in the bathroom groaned last time she stepped on it. Sheâs passed the point where her clothes donât fitânow sheâs just cycling through mine. But the best part? She has no idea.
âBabe,â she says, between mouthfuls, âdo you think Iâve gained weight?â
The question catches me off guard, but Iâve been here before.
I tilt my head, giving her the same practiced, innocent look. âNot really. Maybe a few pounds? Honestly, you look the same to me.â
She sighs in relief and takes another massive bite, completely trusting me. She wants so badly to believe she hasnât changed. That the way her thighs spread across the chair, the extra time it takes her to catch her breath after climbing stairs, the way her belly now rests in her lapâitâs all just⌠temporary. Nothing serious.
âI thought maybe I was imagining things,â she continues. âLike, my jeans are tight, but they were probably in the dryer too long.â
I nod. âThat must be it.â
And just like that, she relaxes again, letting herself enjoy every creamy, cheesy bite of pasta like itâs her reward for staying âthe same.â Her metabolism, she claims, has always been fast. Thatâs what she tells herself. What she tells me.
But I know the truth.
And Iâm not stopping.
Sheâs finishing the pasta like she hasnât eaten in days, completely unawareâor unwilling to admitâhow much sheâs changed. I can see it from every angle: the way her upper arms fill the sleeves of my hoodie to their limits, how the fabric strains around her shoulders. Sheâs outgrown all of her own clothes, but she still hasnât made peace with that.
She sets the empty plate down with a satisfied sigh, stretching slightly. The hoodie rises even higher, exposing the full curve of her belly resting in her lap. I watch her tug it back down, annoyed.
âThis stupid thing keeps riding up,â she mutters, tugging harder.
I play innocent. âDryer mustâve shrunk it too.â
She pouts, running a hand over her stomach, as if the tightness is the fault of the fabric and not the pounds sheâs steadily packed on. âMaybe. But I swear everythingâs been feeling tighter lately.â
She stands upâand thatâs when it happens.
A loud, sharp rip slices through the silence.
She freezes. I try not to smirk.
âOh my god,â she gasps, twisting around. There it is: a fresh tear right along the seam of the hoodie under her arm, where the fabric just couldnât take the strain anymore.
She looks horrified.
I, on the other hand, am quietly thrilled.
âI loved this hoodie,â she whines, poking a finger through the hole. âWhy is everything falling apart lately?â
I step closer, brushing a hand over the tear like Iâm checking the damage. âItâs old,â I say softly. âYouâve worn it so much. Donât worryâIâve got plenty more you can borrow.â
She sighs, and I can practically see her trying to convince herself. âYeah⌠itâs just the clothes. Not me.â
I nod reassuringly. âOf course. You havenât gained that much.â
And she smilesârelievedâlike she really believes it.
But I know what the scale said last week, the one she avoided looking at. I know how many buttons sheâs popped, how many pairs of jeans sheâs left folded on the floor, abandoned mid-struggle. I see the little expressions she makes when she sits down too fast and her belly sloshes forward, or when she has to shift awkwardly to get off the couch. But she wonât say it out loud. She wonât even ask the real question.
Not yet.
And Iâll keep feeding her. Iâll keep pretending. Iâll keep telling her itâs just the clothes. Just the dryer. Just bad luck.
Because she wants to believe.
And I want her to keep growing.
Itâs a few days later when I find her in the bedroom, surrounded by clothes. Piles of them. Jeans, leggings, stretched-out tees, a few bras she hasnât worn in months. Sheâs sitting on the edge of the bed, red-faced and frustrated, struggling to tug a pair of jeans over her hips.
I pause in the doorway, watching. She hasnât noticed me yet.
She grunts and wiggles, rocking side to side as she pulls with all her strength. Her belly bounces with each movement, soft and uncooperative. The denim catches just below her navel, refusing to budge any further. I see the button straining like itâs in a hostage situation. Her thighs are stuffed into the legs like sausages, seams visibly tugging for mercy.
Finally, with one last heave, she yanks the waistband together and manages to fasten the button.
But the zipperâs another story.
It wonât go up. Not even halfway.
She slumps back on the bed with an exasperated huff. âUgh, what the hell.â
Thatâs my cue. I step into the room casually. âEverything okay?â
She jumps, startled. âGod, donât sneak up on me like that.â
âDidnât mean to.â I glance around at the mess. âLooks like a fashion show exploded in here.â
âIâm just⌠trying to figure out what still fits,â she mutters, sitting up straighter, the jeans cutting into her middle now that sheâs no longer standing. A thick roll of belly spills over the waistband, plush and pink from the pressure.
I walk over and sit beside her. âThose jeans look tight.â
âThey used to be loose,â she groans, pulling at the zipper again in vain. âI donât get it. I havenât gained that much.â
She says it like a prayer. Desperate. Hollow.
I nod slowly, like Iâm thinking it through. âMaybe they shrunk.â
âTheyâre stretch denim.â
âMaybe youâve just⌠filled out a little?â I offer it carefully, planting just enough truth to keep her spinning.
She gives me a skeptical look. âYou said the other day I looked the same.â
I smile. âYou do. Just⌠a curvier version.â
She makes a face, tugging at the waistband again. âI donât want to buy all new clothes.â
âYou donât have to,â I say. âJust keep borrowing mine.â
She sighs, defeated. âBut yours are starting to feel tight too.â
Bingo.
âI could go shopping with you,â I offer casually. âIf you want to find some comfy stuff that fits right. Youâll feel better.â
âI guess,â she says. Then, as if remembering her reflection, she groans and tries to stand upâbut the jeans make it difficult. Her movements are sluggish, heavy. The waistband digs in deeper as she leans forward and braces herself on the nightstand.
âJesus,â she mutters under her breath.
She manages to stand, but the second she straightens up, the button gives up.
POP.
The sharp little noise rings through the room as the button flies off and hits the floor with a faint clatter. Her belly surges forward with nothing holding it back, and she stares down at the open jeans in stunned silence.
I donât move. I just watch, slowly licking my lips.
âDid that justâ?â
âYup,â I say, voice low. âThat just happened.â
She stares down at herself, hands resting on the sides of her exposed stomach like sheâs not sure whether to laugh or cry.
âI guess⌠maybe Iâve gained a little.â
I hum thoughtfully, walking over and brushing my fingers along her sides. âJust enough to grow out of your old life,â I whisper. âNothing wrong with that.â
She closes her eyes, chewing her lip. Still trying to believe the lie. Still trying to pretend this is a phase. That itâs just the jeans, just bad sizing, just a bloated day.
I reach down and gently tug the ruined denim down her thighs, letting them pool at her feet. âYou donât have to fight it,â I say softly. âJust let go.â
She looks at me for a long time. Not denying it anymoreâbut not fully accepting it either.
Somewhere in between.
And thatâs the sweet spot. Thatâs where I want her.
I guide her toward the mirror. She hesitates but follows, half-dressed and vulnerable, belly soft and heavy in the reflection. She stares at herself like sheâs seeing someone else.
But Iâm right behind her, arms wrapping around that growing middle, resting my chin on her shoulder.
âYou look amazing,â I whisper. âDonât change a thing.â
Her eyes flick to mine in the mirror. Searching. Wanting to believe.
And for now, she does.
She stands there in front of the mirror, wide-eyed and quiet, wrapped up in my arms with her jeans around her ankles and her belly spilling out in soft, pale rolls. She hasnât moved in a full minute, just staring at her reflection like sheâs trying to understand where the girl she used to be went.
I feel her shifting in my hold, uncomfortable. Embarrassed.
And now? Thatâs when I push.
âYou know,â I murmur against her neck, âitâs kind of impressive.â
She frowns. âWhat is?â
âHow far youâve let yourself go.â
Her whole body stiffens. I feel her breath hitch, her arms twitch like sheâs about to cover herselfâbut she doesnât. Maybe because my grip tightens a little. Or maybe because sheâs too shocked to move.
âI mean,â I continue, voice calm and low, âwhen we met, I could fit both hands around your waist. Now look at you.â
She flushes, red creeping up her cheeks as her eyes drop to her middle. I glide my hands down her sides, fingers sinking into the doughy softness that didnât used to be there.
âThis wasnât here before,â I say, giving her love handles a little squeeze. âOr this.â I drag my hand over the lower curve of her belly, where itâs started to hangâjust slightlyâpast her hips.
She exhales, a mix of embarrassment and arousal. She doesnât stop me. Doesnât deny it.
âYou outgrew three bras in six months,â I go on, my voice just a touch colder now. âI watched you struggle with every clasp, every time pretending they were shrinking.â
âI didnâtââ she starts, weakly.
âYou did,â I cut in, softly but firmly. âAnd you broke two chairs. You think I didnât notice?â
Her silence is answer enough. She presses her thighs together instinctively. I can see her mind racingâhumiliated, but clinging to some thread of denial, some excuse to explain it all away.
âYou canât even see your feet unless you lean over,â I say, almost conversationally. âAnd even then, your belly gets in the way.â
She flinches, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She knows Iâm right. I see her eyes flick to the mirror againâthen away. Itâs too much.
âYou really havenât noticed how fat youâre getting?â I whisper, one hand gliding back up to cup the underside of her belly. It fills my palm and then some.
She makes a choked soundâhalf protest, half moan.
âOr do you just like pretending?â I murmur. âLike playing dumb so you can keep stuffing your face without the guilt?â
She doesnât answer.
âYouâre bursting out of every stitch of clothing you own, waddling around the house like you donât feel how heavy youâve gotten⌠And you believed me when I said it was just the dryer.â
I chuckle, low and cruel.
She bites her lip so hard I think she might cry. Or kiss me. Or both.
âYou said you didnât want to buy new clothes,â I go on, brushing a hand over her shelf of a belly. âBut sweetie⌠you donât have clothes anymore. You have fabric clinging to the fantasy that youâre still small.â
Her thighs tremble. Sheâs shaking now.
âYou have gained that much. And more. And youâre still pretending you havenât. Thatâs the hottest part.â
I pause, letting the silence settle.
She looks back at me in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rising and falling fast. She doesnât say anything. She doesnât have to.
Because the way she leans into meâlets me hold all that extra weight sheâs carryingâtells me everything I need to know.
Sheâs embarrassed.
Sheâs humiliated.
And sheâs loving it.
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NERD â kim minjeong



đŚ // WARNINGS : college au, gp minjeong, nerdy minjeong, popular reader, swear words, praising, mating press, cumminâ inside, (girl donât be silly and wrap that willy), NOT PROOFREAD I MADE THIS IN 40 MINS.
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itâs my birthday and iâve officially hit the 20âs WTF. iâm auntie statusđ
you were settled inside the school library, a place where you found peace from all the chaos in the rest of the campus. you were finishing up some assignments your professor assigned to you quietly until you heard a voice.
âknew iâd find you in here!â you heard the voice over your music blasting in your ears, you looked up to see none other than your friend ning yizhou, mostly known as ningning to those who arenât in her tight friend group circle.
âhey ningyi.â you said, lowering the volume of your headphones and putting your pencil down. you couldnât help but take a brow at the look sheâs giving you, âwhatâs up?â you asked her as she smirked at you.
she immediately took the chair in front of you and plopped down, âyou passed the math test with a A+, nothing incorrect, and that never happens..howâd you study? whatâs your secret?â ning asked in a urgent tone.
âdid you fail or something?â you raised a brow which made her sulk and nod, âfucking bombed that test! now spill the secret!â she nudged you with her foot under the table.
âokay okay, my mom told me i need my grade higher than a B so i asked minjeong to help me out. she really explained it better than our own professor.â you finally explained which made the chinese girl give you a deadpan look.
âforgot you dated thatâŚnerd. i mean seriously, doesnât she read harry potter books?â ning scoffed, referring back to the time you and your friend group spotted her in the library in the fantasy aisle, picking out the third harry potter book.
âhey, donât call her that. thereâs nothing wrong with harry potter.â you defended your girlfriend, watching as ning added more mascara to her eyes, looking at her reflection in her pocket mirror.
âsheâs fuckin twenty for crying out loud!â ning snickered to herself before closing her pocket mirror and mascara. you rolled your eyes and went back to your assignment.
âoh my gosh wait..so this means youâre fucking kim minjeong..â ning added on, âis her dick that good?â ning jokes, giving you a smug look.
your face immediately heats up, âningâget your head out the damn gutter!â you quietly shouted, wanting to throw something at her for even thinking that.
she got a little closer to your face, âwell we all know your the top, sheâs wayyy too quiet and a nerd to even top.â ning playfully teases.
âuhm..duh?â you look around and chuckle as you already know that itâs a complete 180 when you both are in bed.
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âw-wait!! slow down minjeongâah!â you moaned loudly as your hair was pulled out the pillows, your girlfriend drilling her cock inside you with no remorse.
âcmon princess, i know you can take more.â minjeong grunts behind you, your ass smacking against her pelvis.
she suddenly flips you on your back, allowing you to see her messy blonde hair and her glasses still on. her half lidded eyes filled with lust and desire as her hips snapped into yours.
âyouâre such a messâand you tell all your friends that youâre in charge when we fuck.â she pants as she pushes one of your legs up to your chest, her tip kissing a new angle which had you seeing little stars in your vision.
you were speechless, babbling out incoherent words and moans, your cunt squeezing around her thick cock. she smirked and leaned down to kiss you passionately. it was sloppy and messy as she easily dominated the kiss.
âgonna make sure your friends see whoâs in charged. youâll barely be able to walk tomorrow.â minjeong grunts as she brings your other leg to your chest, putting you in a mating press.
now you were really speechless, moans and whimpers getting stuck in your throat, choked out mewls and whimpers only escaping as tears dribbled down your cheeks.
the squelchy noise of your pussy being fucked into was loud, anyone walking by your dorm could probably tell what was going on inside.
âm-minjeongâfaster please!â you cried out, looking up at her with wide blown eyes.
âgood girl~â minjeong cooâd, âasking to be fucked by your loser girlfriend.â she drilled into you at a faster pace, her balls hitting your ass repeatedly.
âtell me iâm in control.â her voice husky as she whispered into your ear, her pace slowed enough for you to speak.
ây-youâre in control! youâre in control, minjeongâkeep going iâm almost close!â you babbled out quickly, wanting her to speed back up.
she smirks and kissed your forehead before speeding up, your legs bouncing on her shoulders as moans and chants of her name immediately rip from your chest, making you a moaning mess.
your toes began to curl and your head fell back on the pillow as you squeezed around her cock, your eyes rolling back and your body shaking under her as you came hard.
soon after minjeong cums inside you, thick spurts of sticky warm fluids filling you up. she slowly slowed down the pace, as you calmed down.
she didnât pull out yet, laying on the bed and rolling you on top of her. she rubbed your back and kissed your head, âready for round two?â she smiled softly at you, her glasses slowly falling down her nose bridge.
you lopsidedly smiled and pushed her glasses back up her nose bridge, you knew you were in for a long ass night.
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troublemaker!chris looking after younger!reader.

chris' sipping his drink, standing in the corner of the room. they're throwing a party, the house is illuminated by purple lights and a low music is playing. like always, chris is alone, because none of the people in the house are his friends, his brothers hate them, so he never can invite them. but he doesn't care, he doesn't need company at all.
chris tilts his head, noticing something or someone on the couch. he narrows his eyes, trying to see who's laying down, but he realizes it is you. the colourful clothes, full of patterns, all messy, he knows is you. he watches your eyes fully closed, the eyelashes resting on the cheeks, you look so peaceful while sleep in a crowded room.
chris looks around, looking for your personal bodyguard, but matt isn't anywhere in the living room. chris huffs, swiping his fingers on his jaw, smiling disbelief. matt vanished, nick is not around, so then he needs to deal with you.
even though you're not his problem.
he finishes his drink, leaving the red cup on the kitchen table. he walks towards you, pushing drunk strangers out of his way, careless about being polite. chris rolls his eyes, kneeling down, he touches your cheek, trying to wake you up, but you don't even move. he groans, wanting to kill matt for leaving you alone for him taking care.
even though he doesn't need it to do.
chris raises his body, he leans himself and holds you by the waist. he lifts you up, his bare arms swiping through your back. even on your sleep state, you feel you're not on the couch anymore, now you're embraced by warm arms and involved by a comfortable scent. you swipe your arms through chris' neck, he rolls his eyes and tries to push you away, but you're holding him too tight. he's just helping, just moving you to a comfortable place.
he walks towards matt's room, carry you it's like nothing, you light as a feather. chris tries to open matt's room door, but it's locked. he huffs, matt's probably fucking someone and that's why he vanished. good friend, chris thinks. chris thinks about leaving you on nick's room, but the probability of him being with some guy there is big. he rolls his eyes once he realizes he needs to put you on his room.
chris starts to move, walking downstairs to reach his room. he opens the door with his elbow, closing with his foot. chris walks towards the bed, perfectly made, he gently lays you down, grabbing your arms and swiping them away from his neck. you don't even move from your fast asleep state. chris kneels down, unties the lace from your shoes, throwing them on the ground, not caring about being silent.
he covers your body with the blanket and adjusts the pillows for you to be comfortable. chris stares at you for a couple seconds, he's kinda annoyed with all the situation, he's mad at his brothers for leaving you behind, even though you're a grown woman, he's still mad at them. even more for making him deal with you.
even though he doesn't need to do any of this.
he could just let you on the couch, he could care less.
chris leaves the room, walking back upstairs. after a while, the people start to leave, leaving just all the mess for them to clean. chris' sitting on the couch, lazily swiping his feed on his phone, smoking a cigarette nonchalant. his brothers, finally appeared, are cleaning the kitchen table and balcony, chris' doesn't care about helping them, it's not his party at all.
"is y/n in your room? i didn't see her leaving." matt asks, nick shakes his eyes. chris raises his eyebrows, listening to the conversation, but staying in silence. he knows where she is, obviously. "shit, i'm gonna text her."
"she's in my room." chris says, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
"what?!" matt raises his voice, moving towards chris. "what she's doing in your room, chris?"
"jeez, matt, stop acting like i'm a fuckin' perv." chris rolls his eyes, throwing his phone on his pocket. "she's fine, just sleeping. she was fast asleep on the couch, i carried her to a safe place, because you were too busy fucking." chris says, taking a hint of his cigarette, matt looks disbelief. "if you don't believe me, go check yourself. you better not wake her, it's better sleep there than in your shitty bed."
"then where are you gonna sleep?" matt asks, watching chris lifts from the couch and reaching his keys on the coffee table, chris walks towards the stairs.
"don't act like you worry about me, matt." chris says, storming out of the house.
Š chrisbesitos.
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summary: when max verstappenâs adopted little sister starts soft launching, the whole grid launches an investigation on who it might be
pairing: ollie bearman x f2 driver! max verstappenâs adopted sister! reader
faceclaim: no one in particular
note: i accidentally published this before it was finish so now iâve completely lost the request but anyways the request really was just about max being readerâs grid dad but i ran with it a little
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.ŕłŕż yourusername posted on her story!
landonorris replied to your story: itâs like you have a death wish
yourusername: shut up
landonorris: rest in peace to the unlucky guy đŤĄ
arthur_leclerc replied to your story: soft launching knowing mad max is your warden is insaneee
yourusername: i just got that dog in me ig
arthur_leclerc: never ever say that again
paularon_ replied to your story: so long, ollie. it was good knowing you, mate â
yourusername: so dramatic for no reason
maxverstappen1 replied to your story: that better be just be some stranger you picked up on the side of the road to tie your shoelaces and not a boy you went around japan with when you told me you were only going out with your team
yourusername: remember that you love and adore me and i am 17 years old and can make my own decisions
maxverstappen1: nice try. who is he?
yourusername: no â¤ď¸
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yourusername suzuka, youve been very nice to me đŤś
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user1 the way she ran to maxâs arms after the podium đĽš
user2 a red bull girl with her red bull dad
user3 so weâre not going to talk about the 3rd pic?
maxverstappen1 who is he and why are you going on dates without telling anyone? what if something happens to you and no one knows where you are or who youâre with?
âł yourusername calm down, we were with the team đ
âł user4 overprotective dad max is so adorable i cant lie
âł user5 if they were with the team, does that mean the guyâs also part of the team? another driver maybe?
âł user6 user5 youre onto something
victoriaverstappen je bent geweldig, mijn meisje. blijf stralen â¤ď¸ (you are amazing, my girl. keep on shining.)
âł yourusername ik hou zielsveel van je, v đ (i love and adore you to bits, v)
paularon_ congrats or whatever
âł yourusername jealousy doesnt suit you
âł paularon_ nvm fck u đ
arthur_leclerc stop winning
âł yourusername get a seat first â¤ď¸
olliebearman congratulations, yn! another trophy to bring home â¤ď¸
âł yourusername thank you, ollie!
use7 the difference between paul and arthur then ollie bye i love their friendship đ
landonorris girlll who is heeeee
âł yourusername no â¤ď¸
âł charles_leclerc come on, at least give us a clue
âł carlossainz55 is he also a driver? what team does he driver for?
âł yourusername yall are grown ass men way too interested in a teenagerâs love life. absorb some sunlight
âł user8 she gagged yall im afraid đ
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yourusername hello, lover â¤ď¸
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olliebearman my girl â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
olliebearman love you to the moon and to saturn đŤ
âł yourusername buzz lightyearâs got nothing on us frfr
âł arthur_leclerc why canât you be normal?
âł yourusername ollie loves me with all the weirdness and shit
âł olliebearman yeah thatâs about right
âł arthur_leclerc đ¤Žđ¤Ž
âł user1 arthur is your regular third wheel bff
paularon_ ollieâs trying to keep his cool in the comments but heâs red as a tomato
âł olliebearman shut the hell up no im not
âł yourusername youre not? đĽš
âł olliebearman i mean of course i am got me giggling and shit too
âł paularon_ youâre both disgusting
user2 arthur and paul are so over them đ
user3 i fucking knew the back of that head was familiar!!!!
user4 oh? OH!
user5 idk what hurts more. the fact that i no longer have a chance with ollie or the fact that i no longer have a chance with yn
user6 waiting for maxâs comment
maxverstappen1 you better watch it the next time you step in for either carlos or charles, bearman đ
âł yourusername you promised
âł maxverstappen1 i promise iâll carve charlesâ appendix out myself so ollie and i can face each other on track man to man
âł olliebearman i- sir?
âł charles_leclerc mate, what the fuck did i do to you
âł yourusername maxie come on. you promised me youâd be nice
âł maxverstappen1 fine đ
maxverstappen1 dinnerâs at 8 on tuesday. donât be late
âł olliebearman yes, sir đŤĄ
user7 not charles getting dragged into it đđ
Ⳡuser8 max is just completely unable to go through a conversation without mentioning charles ⥠liked by yourusername

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yourusername it was truly unfortunate for max to find out that his cat is also now in love with ollie
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user1 omg sophie and victoria also joined the dinner đ
âł user2 girlie really introduced her to the whole family
âł yourusername well actually max invited them along to try and intimidate ollie but jokes on him, they loved him
âł user3 yn and ollie to max when vic and sophie ended up loving ollie: oh how the turntables
maxverstappen1 sassy is NOT in love with a ferrari driver
âł yourusername one thing you, sassy and i have in common with
âł user4 yn truly is just a lestappen truther
olliebearman sassy đŤś
âł yourusername oh i guess ill just die then
âł olliebearman my love beautiful angel girlfriend yn â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
âł yourusername better
âł arthur_leclerc did you just get jealous over a cat?
âł yourusername did you really just lose your seat?
âł yourusername itâll get old when you get your seat back
âł arthur_leclerc thatâs getting old đ
user5 each and every day, arthur tries to come for ynâs neck and each and every day, yn gags him
paularon_ olliebearman in a scale of 1-10, how scary is it to face mad max head on?
âł olliebearman just peachy đ (i nearly shat my pants)
charles_leclerc does this mean that maxâs promise is null and void?
âł maxverstappen1 none of you figured out who it is đ¤ˇ
âł yourusername what promise?
âł maxverstappen1 âŚ.nothing
landonorris i canât believe we didnât figure out itâd be bearman
âł george_russell it seems so obvious now
âł alex_albon i asked him straight on and he lied to my face
âł olliebearman i was terrified max would find a way to run me over with his rocketship if i even dare utter it
âł alex_albon yk what absolutely valid
also this turned out wayy longer than i meant it to which is why it took so long.
#ollie bearman#ollie bearman x reader#ollie bearman fluff#ollie bearman smau#formula 2#formula 1#f1#max verstappen#f2#f2 x reader
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That's my girl - JJ Maybank X Reader
Basically Reader beating the shit out of Ruthie. (Request!)
The sunset had everything illuminated in a peachy glow, You were situated on the beach with the Pogues, your head rested on JJ's shoulder as he sipped on a beer. Sarah and John B were laying on each other on the blanket, enjoying the warmth of the bonfire tha Pope was tending to while Cleo roasted marshmallows. The conversation had come to a quiet end, everyone enjoying the company. You had just finished passing around a blunt. Kie was practicing her Ukulele, which created a melody with the lapping waves and crackling fire. It was the perfect evening, Until it wasn't.
The Kook group, consisting of Topper, some of his buddies and Ruthie were all packed into Topper's jeep, with surfboards strapped to the top of it. The headlights were blinding, and their trashy rap music was blasted. "dude," kie said with an eye roll. "All this beach and they could have gone anywhere." John B mumbles. JJ stiffens, he's very protective over you and you all know he won't hesitate to fight for any of you.Â
Topped hops out of the driver seat and wanders over, his crew is about 20 feet away setting up chairs and grabbing their boards. "hey!" he calls, you have to give him credit for at least trying. Ruthie is not far behind him. "Just trying to keep the peace here. No hard feelings alright? We're just here to night surf." he says, standing there awkwardly. Everyone stands up, defensively. JJ steps in front of you, you see Ruthie and her tacky expensive branded Bikini. "I don't believe that at all." Sarah rolls her eyes and mutters folding her arms. "There's miles of beach. Why here?" Kie snaps at him. "It's just where we ended up." Topper says. He shrugs. Ruthie folds her arms. "This is our beach anyway." Ruthie chimes in with a smug look. "You don't own the island." You snap back."
This is typical banter, The kooks are bullies, and this childish rivalry doesn't end just because Topper doesn't enjoy the conflict. "We do now." Ruthie steps up to your face, but before she could get more than a few inches closer, JJ is in front of you. "Hey, just back off." He says through gritted teeth, it's a warning and it is fair. Ruthie just laughs. "Stray dogs don't belong on the beach." Ruthie snarls, glancing between JJ and John B. "Careful Top," she says, grabbing his arm. "This one looks like it has rabies." She said right to JJ's face.Â
"I'd watch your back if i was you," you snapped at her. "Knock it off. We can play nice. it's not hard." Topper says, to both of you. Ruthie folds her arms and kicks the sand. The group is now irritated, and ready to leave. "How about you back the fuck off? Yeah?" JJ threatened, getting up in Toppers' face. You grabbed his arm and nudged for him to back off, to avoid the conflict. Even though you were pissed off at the rude comment, You didn't want physical violence to be the first reaction everytime you crossed paths with the Kooks. Topper stared intensely for a moment, he was trying to be intimidating, although it wasn't really working. As He and Ruthie started to walk off you heard Ruthie mutter something under her breath and scoffed. "How about you learn to control your bitch..." she muttered.
Before anyone could really say or do anything, you've already lashed out. Topper and his buddies have caused endless problems all summer, and you reached a boiling point. Everyone was surprised JJ hadn't snapped first, and he really wanted to.
Sarah covered her mouth in shock. "Oh my god," Pope says. "Shit," JJ says, now smiling. "That's my girl!" he cheers.
upon insulting your boyfriend, You slapped Ruthie across the face, hard enough for her lip to start bleeding. You had then grabbed her by her ponytail and dragged her across the sand. She's now sprawled across the sand frantically, and Topper rushes to her side. You kick her in her side and she groans.
"Say it to my face next time cunt." You quip at her. As a final blow you kick sand into their faces. "You fucking psycho!" she spat, you rolled your eyes, sincerely hoping her bloody nose is broken.
The rest of your group take this as a cue to dip, grabbing everything and rushing towards the Twinkie that was parked not too far from where you all had been hanging out. You ran off with JJ's hand in yours as John B drove you all to safety. Away from the scene.
"That was kinda awesome," Cleo encourages with a nod. JJ slings an arm around you proud to be able to call you his. "That was well deserved though, she was being a bitch." Kie chimes in. "I think you ripped her extensions out." Sarah giggled. This is exactly why you loved these people, instead of a lecture you were encouraged, and supported endlessly. JJ thought that it was HOT. and couldn't wait to show you later in private how attractive it was when you were protective over your friends, or him.
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Oblivion | Paul Atreides
There used to be beginnings and ends, nights and days, dream and reality, before the haze took over, swallowing every thought, every memory, every whisper of free will.
Warnings: NON-CON, Fremen Reader, Kynes!Reader, Mind Control, Memory Manipulation, Padishah Emperor Paul, Loss of Identity, Brainwashing, Mentions of war and religious fanaticism
This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.
MuadâDib leads the way.Â
It is what the prophecy dictates. That he is the voice from the Outer World. The one who will lead your people to paradise. The one who will turn Duneâs arid desert lands into bountiful, endless green fields.Â
But as your eyes rest on him, you do not see the chosen one. You do not see the Lisan Al-Ghaib. You see your friend Paul, broken, lost, his heart shattered into a million pieces due to your cousinâs absence.Â
He sits at the head of his bed, shadows fluttering across his delicate features from the glowglobesâ dull orange light. Wide black rings surround his sunken blue eyes, the result of his daily consumption of spice melange. Lank, greasy brown curls hang around his handsome face. A pang twists your chest. He hasnât slept in days, has barely gotten a full night of replenishing sleep since she left on a makerâs back.
You cannot blame your cousin. Paulâs ascendency to the Golden Lion throne came at a cost. A hefty one. Promises were broken. Trust was destroyed. Only time will repair the damage that was done. Though you carry faith the two of them will find their way back to each other.Â
You stir the spice-coffee in the pot, straining the shimmering dark powder before pouring some in a cup. A spicy cinnamon smell coats the cool night air.Â
You rise and bring the cup to him.
âFor you, Usul.â
A soft smile blooms on his lips as he takes a slow, weary sip.
âYou make it so well,â he praises.
You glow at the compliment, returning his smile. Your grandmother used to show you and Chani how to blend coffee beans with spice and herbs. The knowledge never left you. Now, every time you feel troubled or upset, you make a fresh kettleful. A single sip of the familiar brew is enough to alleviate your frazzled nerves. Especially here, so far away from Sietch Tabr, between the strange stone walls of the Arrakeen Keep, you have craved little reminders of home more than ever before.
Fremen belong in the desert, not in peculiar tents made of marble and stone.
Paulâs brows crumple as he studies you.Â
âYou donât have to take care of me,â he says.
âI can get another Fremen-â
His fingers latch around your wrist, desperation sizzling under his touch.Â
âI prefer it to be you.â He sighs. A bone deep fatigue radiates from the sound. You halt in your tracks. You suppose you could stay a while longer. âPlease, stay, your presence soothes me.â
You nod. âIâll stay, MuadâDib.â
Relief falls over his features.Â
The doors suddenly open, the guards stepping aside to let Stilgar in. He bows to Paul.
âLisan Al-GhaibâŚâ
Your friendâs mouth flattens into a thin line.Â
âI told you to stop calling me that.â
Stilgar acquiesces. He will never stop addressing Paul with reverence and admiration. None of his followers believes in him more. At times, it scares you a little. While you share the same faith, the fervor with which every Fedaykin is willing to lay their swords in his name can be frightening. Sometimes you wonder if Chani was right. How much will it take to liberate your world? How much blood will require spilling? Youâre not completely naive. No war was ever won without a few casualties. Still, part of you hopes the war will end soon and peaceful times will come.
âNo sign of her?â Paul asks.Â
A contrite expression tugs the older manâs face.
âApologies, my liege. We scouted the Southern regions this time. We couldnât find her. She knows the desert well. It is home to us Fremen. She will not be foundâŚâ
â...Unless she wants to be found,â you finish, grabbing the empty cup from Paulâs hands and placing it back on the table.
The faint embers of hope in Paulâs cobalt gaze flicker out. Your heart sinks, for both you and him. Though you do not wish to burden him, you miss your cousin too. Her practicality and common sense. Her strength. Without her, a piece of you is missing. A crucial one. Your mother died in childbirth and your father in battle, so both of you grew up together, close enough in age to share secrets and play together for most of your childhood.Â
It was Chani who taught you how to summon a worm and ride upon its back for the first time. She is the sister tragic circumstances blessed you with.
Stilgar apologizes profusely once more before taking his leave.
As soon as heâs gone, Paulâs shoulders slump.
âShe hates me.âÂ
You crouch beside him.
âShe doesnât hate you. She never could. She is your quiet in the storm, and you are hers. She will return when she is ready.â
A wry laugh escapes his lips.Â
âI have Irulan, my beloved wife, who is likely plotting my demise as we speak. Qizarate missionaries pressing me to take action and purge the non-believers on Aldinor. I am surrounded by foes, everywhere I look.â That distant expression he gets whenever his visions haunt him touches his face. âBlades pointed at my neck at all times, waiting for a sign of weakness to strike.â
You grab his hand, reassuring him, âYou also have friends, Usul, who believe in your cause.â
âFanatics,â he corrects bitterly.Â
Your chest swells with worry. You donât like it when he questions himself as such. His cause is right. He freed Arrakis from the Harkonnenâs iron-fisted rule. He will bring peace to every world in the universe. It is written. Itâs the only path forward.
âYou are not alone.â His fingers squeeze around yours. Warmth rushes to your face, the realization that youâre awfully close to the Emperor striking you. You adjust the nezhoni scarf covering your hair and rise. âI shall let you rest, my Lord.â
âStay, please.â
His tone is beseeching. Your gaze swings to the window. There, moon beams pierce through the colorful glass, scattering rainbow splashes of light across the floor. Vibrant stars pepper the dark sky, pearls lost in a sea of ink. Itâs pitch black outside. You should be in your own room. Not his.
âMuadâDib, itâs lateâŚâ
His grip on your hand tightens. When he speaks again, his tone is different. Disembodied. Powerful. Its tantalizing echo drips inside your head like honey.Â
âStay,â he mumbles. You plop down on the bed, your body moving on its own, driven by the strange, irresistible thrall of Paulâs voice.
âUsulâŚâÂ
He cups your cheeks.Â
âSleep beside me tonight.â
âIâm not her.â
âI donât want you to be.â
âShe should be with me and she isnât. But you are.â His inflection becomes soft and inviting as he drinks you in. As if he were lumbering through the desert, parched and desperate, and you were a well overflowing with fresh water. âYou are beautiful. I never noticed before.â He pauses, tracing your bottom lip. âPerhaps I should have.â
You blink, dazed. When did Paulâs face get so close to yours? You can outline each of his long lashes, the speckles of green lingering in his blue eyes.Â
âPaul-â
His mouth grazes yours, his thumb stroking your cheeks. It only lasts a few seconds. The warm plushness of his lips on yours yanks you back to reality. You gasp and flinch back. When you recoil, his silky tone fills your ears once more.
âDonât fight it. You love me, remember?â
A confused whisper slips through your lips. Two parts of your mind wrestle with Paulâs words.Â
âI do?â
His eyes dive into yours.
âOf course, you do.â
âOf course I do,â you repeat, his tone nudging aside the doubts lurking inside your mind.Â
A bright smile unfurls on his lips, his lids sagging to half-mast.
âItâs like you said before. You are my quiet in the storm and I am yours.â
Right. You uttered those very same words. How could you forget?
You are Paulâs quiet in the storm. He is yours.
His mouth covers yours. It moves slowly against your own. He explores your mouth as he cradles your face. His long lashes fall over his cheekbones as he loses himself in your taste. He hums against your lips, gentle fingers touching your face. You donât move, eyes half-open as you let it happen. Itâs foreign, the sensation of Paulâs lips on yours. Foreign and strange yet you canât help but numbly accept it.Â
Once he frees your lips, he rests his forehead against yours.Â
âCome into my arms, my love,â he says.
You donât resist as he pulls you into his embrace, nudging you onto the bed. Soft strands of Paulâs brown mane brush against your cheek as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your spice-coated scent.Â
His arms circle your waist. Your back melds against his chest, the warmth of your bodies mingling through the thin layers of your clothes.Â
âYou smell so good,â he mutters. Your scarf shifts when he rubs his face against it. âDonât ever leave me.â
When you donât reply, his tone gets firmer. âPromise it.â
The words roll off your tongue easily.
âI wonât ever leave you, Paul.â
Tension leaks out of his tightly coiled muscles.Â
âGood,â he says, drifting off to sleep quickly with you nestled in his snug embrace.Â
You fall asleep too, no thoughts in your head, Paulâs soft snores lulling you into peaceful slumber.Â
You awake with a start, the stark unfamiliarity of the palatial chambers you find yourself in causing your pulse to soar. Your eyes dart about the room. Recognition hits you. These are the Emperorâs apartments.
Your eyes grow wide. Youâre not supposed to be here. Panic sets in.
âW-What am I doing here?â
Paulâs quiet voice flows across your back.
âCalm down.â
âNo. I shouldnât be hereâŚâ
You start crawling off the bed but Paulâs fingers around your wrist impede your departure.Â
He holds your face, vibrant blue eyes locking with yours. You find yourself incapable of looking away, ensnared by his unflinching focus.
âI said, Calm down.â
The alarms ringing inside your head fall quiet. You lean into Paulâs touch. What were you doing? What were you thinking? Every thought you attempt to grasp at evaporates in the heat of MuadâDibâs stare.Â
âThere. Much better,â he coos, satisfaction hovering on his handsome face. His voice sinks into a sensual whisper. âWhy donât you kneel for me?â
You do as he instructs. Then all fades to black as quicksands of confusion engulf your thoughts.Â
When you return to yourself, you arenât on the bed anymore, but on your knees on the carpeted floor.Â
Paul is looming over you, grunting, his throat bobbing. One of his hands is curled around your nape while the other is under your jaw.Â
You note the saltiness coating your tongue, the drool on your chin, the soreness in the back of your throat.Â
You choke on his length, air wavering inside your lungs.Â
Paulâs cock is in your mouth.Â
The sick, awful realization tumbles over you like a bag of stones.Â
Muffled moans leave you as you lift pleading eyes towards him.
You place your hands on his thighs, shoving with all your strength.Â
Paul doesnât let you move. He cradles your face and thrusts inside your mouth until his balls are pressed into your chin.Â
Clouds of lust obscure his gaze as it falls upon you.Â
He caresses your face, dragging his cock out before pushing it inside your mouth again. Gurgled sounds leave your throat. Tears skip down your cheeks and you wonder when youâve started crying.Â
Fremen do not cry. Ever. Even for the dead. It is a rare, sacred act.
Paul wipes them off your face with his thumbs.Â
âYou love me. It is what lovers do,â he says matter-of-factly.
Your body relaxes.Â
Right. Of course. You love him. It is what lovers do.Â
You hollow your cheeks and suck him off. He unleashes a throaty sigh of delight as you pleasure him with your mouth.Â
When his seed drips down your tongue, he coaxes you not to waste a single drop. You swallow all of it, showing no resistance when he nudges a stray drop between your wet lips.Â
Several days in a row, you awake in the emperorâs chambers. At first, you experience great confusion. However, Paulâs soothing words always quell your rising panic. It becomes all you know. The Emperorâs mesmerizing voice. His large, soft bed. His ceaseless, ravenous touch.Â
Sweaty, tangled limbs melting in lewd harmony.
You stop questioning it. Even the strange lapses of time when you are in one room and mysteriously wind up in another. It isnât rare for you to wake up with the Emperorâs head bobbing between your thighs, greedily lapping at your folds, or with your hips grinding into his as he impales you on his cock.Â
It is where you belong. And you believe him when he says that, mumbling loving promises into your ear in the dead of night.
âIf we do not strike fast and hard, they will not accept your rule,â Stilgar says.Â
âThey worship a false god. We are doing them a favor,â another man sitting at the table interjects.Â
A shaky exhale flows from your tongue. You look around, dismay filling you when you realize youâre in Paulâs war room amidst a council meeting. Your head throbs. How did you get here?
You rise from your chair. Bemused gazes land on you.Â
Princess Irulan snickers from her seat.
âHusband, your concubine is acting strange,â she sneers.
Concubine? You step away from the table.
You blink several times as you stumble outside. You grip your temples, your forehead scrunching. That cannot be right. Is it?Â
You are no oneâs concubine.Â
You areâŚ
You areâŚ
Adrenaline pumps through your blood as your head buzzes.Â
The answer will not come, your mind keeping it under firm lock and key.
Frustration mounts within you. You blindly waddle around.
You end up in a room that bears vague familiarity. You lean against a basin full of water. WaterâŚjust lying around. That seems strange.
Your eyes land on a mirror on the opposite wall. The reflection in the glass has your heart rate spiking. Who is this?
You bolt to your feet, the water in the basin splashing around your feet.Â
Your tremulous fingers rise to your face, horror filling you when the woman in the mirror mimicks your exact motions.Â
Your gaze travels across the wide, open space. Quick breaths rush from your throat. The Emperorâs room. Why did you think it was your room?Â
You stagger backwards. You gasp as you bump into a solid form.
You whirl, eyes widening.
âPaul.â
He gauges you, slight concern etched in his blue eyes. Relief fills you as you soak in his boyish, slender features, much more familiar than those of the stranger in the mirror.Â
You know Paul. MuadâDib. Paul is familiar, safe. You trust him. He will tell you who you are.
âYes, my love?â
âPaul, who am I?â
A displeased frown settles on his brow. He approaches you and grabs your face. His expression hardens.
âYou are mine. Nothing else matters.â
âBut Paul-â
Your protests are stifled by the feverish press of his lips on yours. A fog surrounds your thoughts as his kiss grows more passionate, his hands sweeping over your curves. You place your hand on his chest, pushing feebly. Â
âForget it. Forget it all, beloved,â he mumbles against your lips. You sag against him. You drown in Paulâs blue eyes, time stretching beyond eternity.Â
When you gain a semblance of awareness, your naked form is writhing above Paulâs. Your palms are spread over his lithe muscles, your hips moving as he slams his cock into your cunt repetitively. Paul bites his lip, his gaze glued to the sight of his length disappearing between your wet folds.Â
When did you get on the bed? When did you shed your clothes?
Every inquiry melts in the heat swirling across your damp flesh.Â
Your lashes flutter as you unleash a broken whimper, Paulâs hard length touching you in places that send electricity rippling through your spine.
You tighten around him and he purrs.Â
âRemember nothing but my name,â he rasps, clutching your hips possessively. He impales you on his length, thrusting faster. You choke on your breath, his quickening pace driving you wild.
You brace yourself on his chest and lose yourself in the pleasure, your breath hitching each time he pounds into you.
The filthy sounds of your coupling fill the room, bouncing off the stone walls. Paulâs deep, animalistic moans. Your soft, desperate whimpers. The blunt, wet sounds your cunt makes as he buries himself inside you. The bed rattling and squeaking under your writhing forms.
âPaul, PaulâŚâ you pant as you bounce on his cock. An intensity ignites his eyes as his name falls from your tongue like a prayer. You toss your head back, voice dying in your throat as another wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your toes flex. You tremble, your body jolting as your slick walls flutter around his length. A husky moan leaves him. He twitches inside you. His back lifts from the sheets, his body tensing as he hits his peak too. Slick warmth spills from his tip, glazing your walls.Â
An errant sliver of panic lurks inside your brain. Your eyes bulge as you glance down at where your body and Paulâs are conjoined. Rapid breaths burst from your chest.
Seeming to sense your distress, he shoves your hips back down when you try to squirm away.
His authoritative voice booms across the room, unnatural, multiplied. Everywhere at once.Â
âDo not move, beloved. Let me fill you up. Make you mine in every way.â
Your breaths settle down. Your worries disappear. You look into Paulâs loving gaze. A smile unfans on his lips as you ride him with abandon again.
âWhat are you doing?â
You pivot at the abrupt sound of Paulâs voice. You pause above the bag youâre packing. You peer at him, mulling over an appropriate answer to his question. You do not find one. You only know that you stirred awake that morning, feeling strange, soreâŚLost. The urge to collect your meager belongings and leave the Arrakeen Keep seared inside you since then. A hollow, distant voice rings inside your head.
Return to Sietch Tabr.
âI have to go. SomethingâŚSomething isnât feeling right.â
The muscles of Paulâs jaw flare, his tone as ice as he states, âYou want to leave me.â
Discarding your bag, you rush to him. You take his hands in yours.
âNo. I made you a promise. I just need time to thinkâŚI canât think anymore, Paul.â
Itâs true. Every day feels like trudging through a Coriolis storm, your thoughts scattering as dust in the wind the minute they form.
Everything that was solid before is now sand slipping through your fingers.
Paulâs gaze corrals yours.
âYou donât need to,â he says, gripping your face. His tone dips to a soft lilt that penetrates your senses. âWho are you?â
You search his eyes. A breeze blows away every single doubt you had.
The answer to every inquiry you had is right there. In Paulâs fond stare.
The persistent little voice in your head, that pesky plea begging to be heard suddenly falls quiet. The truth echoes in your head, Paulâs powerful voice filling your mind.
You are right where you belong.Â
âIâm yours,â you utter with certainty.
His face softens. âThat is correct, my love,â he says, stroking your cheek.
âNow, why donât you settle down, beloved?â You let him escort you to the bed, coaxing you to take a seat on the sheets. âAgitating yourself as such isnât good for you.â
He sinks to the floor and drops a gentle kiss over your round belly.
âAnd itâs not good for the baby either.â
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Want Some Help? | Jeon Jungkook One Shot
Summary: When your boyfriend can't seem to satisfy you anymore your roommate decides to lend a helping hand. Pairing: f!reader x Jungkook (crackhead roommate energy) Word Count: 4.7k (got a little carried away but when don't I đ) Warnings: Explicit language, smut and cheating. He spits in her mouth at the end lol and hella pet names. Aight that's all you're getting lol gotta read the rest to find out. a/n: This is the last thing I'll be posting before I go on a little hiatus. I'll make a post in a couple of days to explain but I'll let this circulate a bit before I do. I hope you enjoy it! (barely edited lol) Requested by a lovely anon đ
The sounds in my room are obscene to say the least, more from Brian's side than mine today though. I don't know what it is but something about him isn't doing it for me anymore. Is it the fact that I have a new Adonis for a roommate? Perhaps, but Brian's need to overcompensate for it makes situations like these even more awkward than they need to be.Â
"You like that?" he asks, him being so close to cumming with me barely working my way up to it. "Yeah" I respond breathily, trying my best to play the part so this can hopefully be over sooner rather than later. "Fuck" he groans at the sight and sound of my little gasp when he just barely hits that spot but I know he won't be able to figure out how to do it again.Â
Brian isn't a selfish lover but the dynamic between us has changed ever since Jungkook moved in...Â
He hasn't been as focused on me which now that I think about it is pretty damn selfish. I'm just making excuses for him at this point. He's more focused on his ego and playing it up for my roommate than he is into loving his girlfriend. I don't know how much longer I can be in this relationship if he keeps acting like this.Â
"Shit I'm close, are you?" he asks and I nod my head furiously, thanking whoever might've been listening to my plea and seconds later he's cumming inside the condom and I do my best to copy the moan that I let out when he's actually done a good job at satisfying me and it seems to be convincing enough since he's giving me that cocky grin before he kisses me again.Â
"You wanna shower?" he asks and I shake my head, "You go ahead, I'll shower later. Plus, didn't you say you had work early tomorrow morning? I'll let you get cleaned up in peace so you can head out" I say and he nods his head before going to the bathroom and throwing me a towel before closing the door and turning on the shower.Â
Luckily he didn't try to clean me up because there's definetly not much to clean since I didn't cum.
Once I'm finished and I've made myself somewhat presentable I put on my robe and head out into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of water. "Have fun?" my roommate says from the living room couch as I pass by on my way to the kitchen. "Shit Jungkook you scared me" I say, holding my hand to my chest.Â
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Have a good time tonight?" he asks again, his eyes dragging up and down my form, lingering on my chest and when I look down I see that my nipples are very visible unbeknownst to me since I hadn't cared to think about the fact that Jungkook might've come home.Â
I wrap my robe tighter around me and cross my arms as I head into the kitchen. "Yes I did thank you very much. Did you?" I spit out quickly, hoping to avoid talking about my sex life with him. "It was alright. I had a long week so I decided to turn in early but um..." he trails off as he watches Brian walk down the hallway and into the kitchen, giving Jungkook a stern look before coming over to talk to me.Â
"You alright?" he asks before placing a way too intimate kiss on my lips in front of Jungkook who I see has turned his head back to the TV and isn't bothering to pay attention to the game Brian is trying to play with him. "Yeah I'm fine. Are you heading out?" I ask, very hopeful that this visit will come to an end and thankfully luck is on my side this time.Â
"Yeah I gotta get going but I'll come over again soon" he says, looking over at Jungkook before giving me one last kiss and heading towards the door to put on his shoes. "Text me when you get home!" I say and he winks at me before walking out leaving me rolling my eyes once the door is shut.Â
I slump against the counter, glad it's finally over and when I look back over at Jungkook he's not too interested in whatever he has playing on the TV anymore, his focus solely on me.Â
"What?" I ask him, brows scrunched together and trying to figure out what his deal is. "Why'd you fake it?" he asks and I choke on my spit, caught off guard by the unfiltered question. "Excuse me?" I ask, scandalized that he had been listening enough to even catch onto something like that.Â
"You probably wanted it to be over huh?" he asks, assuming what the answer was and unfortunately that was the case but I'm not letting him have the satisfaction of being right. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, turning on the sink to fill up my cup again but before I can even pull it out from under the tap he's taking it out of my hand.Â
"Hey!" I call out, trying to grab it but he holds it just out of reach. "Can't keep you satisfied anymore?" he asks raising a brow at me, a smug look on his face since it seems he can read me like a book based off of my body language alone. "He keeps me very satisfied thank you very much, not that it's any of your business" I say and reach for my cup which he thankfully relinquishes.Â
"I know you're lying" he say and I cock a brow at him, not knowing how he could possibly know the truth. "Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" I press, placing the cup on the counter and crossing my arms over my chest, forgetting the fact that I'm completely naked under this and giving him a better view of my cleavage.Â
"You're not very quiet when you do it by yourself you know. What do you use? A dildo? One of those little roses? Maybe both?" he questions leaning in closer to me and making my eyes bug out of my head. "How did yo-" "These walls are paper thin doll, so believe me when I say that I can hear every little thing you do to yourself in there. But please, don't stop. I would hate to be deprived of that pretty little voice of yours even though it is quite distracting sometimes" he says, grabbing my cup and holding it between us as a clear invitation to leave if I so desire.Â
I take it and rush back to my room, slamming the door behind me and I can hear him chuckle from the kitchen. Fuck he really wasn't kidding when he said these walls are thin.
I flop down onto my bed facedown and scream into my pillow, utterly mortified that he's heard me ever since he got here. I need to wear a muzzle at this rate since there's no way I'm stopping just for his sake. A girl's got needs and if Brian isn't going to fulfill them then I've gotta do it myself.Â
I get up off my bed after I finish my little temper tantrum and change the sheets before taking my robe off and jumping in the shower to hopefully wash off all of Brian's scent. I can't stand to think about him anymore especially after what Jungkook said about him...
After finishing up my shower and drying off my hair I reach into my drawer to get my tried and true rose bud to help me out tonight. Yes he guessed right but I'll be damned if I ever let him see it.
I lay down and try to turn it on and after I've used it for a minute or two it just shuts off. "Fuck" I groan out, forgetting the fact that I had forgotten to grab new batteries for it. The TV remote has the same size batteries right? It's worth a shot to go check since I'm pretty sure he's gone to bed already.Â
Walking out to the living room in my robe again I'm met with Jungkook still sitting on the couch watching the same thing he had been when I first came out here.Â
I try to turn back around once I've seen him but he stops me by asking me if I needed something. "I just wanted to borrow the batteries from the remote but you're still using it so no worries" I say and try to leave but he stops me again. "I'm pretty sure I bought a new pack of batteries not too long ago" he says and I sheepishly admit I used the last of them.Â
"Oh okay well here, I can just finish this up on my laptop" he says while taking the batteries out and putting them in my hand, giving me the source of my pleasure for tonight. "T-thanks" I stutter and close my finger around them as if they would disappear if I let them go. "Is everything okay?" he asks and I nod my head while walking down the hallway, not knowing that he's hot on my heels.Â
"What do you need the batteries for?" he asks as we're a few feet away from my door making me jump. "Didn't know I was behind you?" he chuckles and I glare at him, hoping that'll make him back off but it does the exact opposite, causing him to smirk and glance around my room and soon notices the rosebud that I stupidly left in the middle of my bed.Â
"I was right" he smirks leaving me groaning and rolling my eyes as I storm into my room, not bothering to close the door since I know he's not going to leave me alone anytime soon.Â
"What? You know I'm just teasing you. You're free to do as you please doll, I'm not gonna stop you. I was even nice and paused my movie so you can have your fun too" he says, leaning against my doorframe and since he's being shameless I will too, deciding to switch the batteries out and turn it on to check but unfortunately it does the same thing and dies less than thirty seconds after I turn it on.
"Shit" I curse under my breath and he stifles his laughter by covering his mouth. "Yeah yeah laugh it up. You're just lucky all you need is your right hand to get off. Can you just leave me alone?" I ask, laying back down on my bed, exacerbated and ready to call it a night since the odds have flipped again. My good luck for the night being Brian's quick departure.Â
I don't pay attention to how high my robe has ridden and it seems as though one of my legs has slipped through the gap giving him a full view of my upper thigh and hip, one wrong move leaving me exposed to him.Â
He gulps but I don't bother to notice and only do when he clears his throat. "What do you want?" I say, throwing my arm over my face trying to hide the shame that all of this has caused me but fail miserably. "Want some help?" he asks and I sit up right away at his words, "What?" I ask, my reaction as dramatic as if he had grown two heads.Â
"Do you want some help? I can get you off real quick if you'd like? It'll be like one roomie helping the other" he offers as causally as if he had asked to borrow five bucks. "You're joking, right?" I scoff but it seems as he very well is not as he take a step into my room and he watches for signs for protest but I give him none.Â
"Not really no. I'm simply offering to help a friend in need. That's what we are right? Friends?" he questions as he takes a step closer.Â
He calls out my name when I've stayed silent for a while, not being able to take my eyes off him even if I tried. As long as he stays in this room he's got my attention. "R-right, friends" I respond and he takes a seat on my bed, a respectful distance away but it feels as if he was already on top of me.Â
"But Brian-" "Doesn't need to know" he says, cutting me off and making it harder and harder for me to say no. He scoots closer to me and takes the rosebud out of my hands, unbothered by what it's used for and simply places it on the nightstand next to me. "It's your move" he says, leaning closer to me, his breath fanning my face and I look at his eyes, mine going back and forth before his look down at my lips.Â
"Tell me to stop" he says, making things easier for me but when he's mere millimeters away I lean in.Â
It's soft and sweet at first, our lips connecting and breaking a few times, still giving me an opening to pull away and say stop but after a few more kisses like that he deepens the kiss. While keeping our lips locked for longer he angles his head a bit more, his tongue now in my mouth and soon he beckons me to do the same and I do which gives him even more of a green light.Â
He places his hand on my cheek and angles me just right before he switches up and presses down on my shoulder a little and leans in closer as a silent plea for me to lay down.Â
I crawl back on the bed instead and he follow as I lay down on the pillows with him hovering over me. "Fuck been thinking about this view for a long time" he admits and before I can say anything in response his lips are already on mine again.
"Can I take this off?" he asks, toying with the tie that is seconds from coming undone of it's own accord. "Yeah" I say, adrenaline pumping through my veins at the thought of doing this, of cheating with my roommate who is someone I won't be able to run away from after this.
He pulls the belt and in one smooth motion it's undone.
The way he looks at me as he takes both sides of the robe off of my body is a sight that could make me cum untouched if given the chance. Watching his eyes darken up as they roam all over my body until he's tracing them back up to mine where it's as if a whole new man is hovering over me, one that looks so insatiable and ready to break me at any moment.Â
"Fuck you're so pretty" he say, leaning back down to kiss me but soon trails his lips down my neck and to the valley between my breast. He settles on kissing one of them and slowly brings his lips closer to my nipple where he looks up at me for permission which I give right away. He smirks and puts his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth making them wet. He places them on the opposite one twisting and toying with it before he places his mouth on the one in front of him.Â
Once his lips make contact my fingers immediately lace through his hair, needing to ground myself with something and he hums around in in approval when I tug on it a bit.Â
"You sensitive here doll?" he asks when he lets go of it, the cool air causing a chill when it hits my damp skin, him having made a mess of it from his clear desire to do this. I let out a whimper in response and he nips at it before switching to my other breast to give it the same time and attention he gave the first.
My hips start to buck up after a couple more seconds of him switching between my breasts and lips when he hears those pretty voices he had talked about before, wanting to taste them on his tongue this time.Â
"Someone's eager" he says against my lips but I turn my face to the side leaving him kissing the column of my neck until I'm squirming about leaving him smiling against my skin.Â
"Does my doll want more?" he asks and I whimper in response, not being able to bring myself to utter words of confirmation when I have a man like him already causing me so much pleasure, but it's not enough.Â
I need more.
"Jungkook please" I breathe out, done with this teasing and so worked up already from not gaining release earlier. "Please what?" he asks trailing his lips back up to mine and kissing them one last time before pulling back and waiting for my answer. "Please help me cum" I plead, wanting what he had promised me earlier.Â
He chuckles dryly and places a kiss on the corner or my mouth before responding. "Here I am taking my time with you but you still only want one thing. Don't you like it when I play with you like this?" he asks, trailing middle finger down my torso until he's come in contact with my clit, sliding further down past it and checking to see what my true physical reactions have been to his ministrations.Â
"Seems like you do" he says, circling around my entrance with that same finger when he feels how wet I am. "This all for me?" he asks and close my eyes once he's dipped one of his fingers in while using his thumb to draw circles around my clit but once my breathing picks up a bit everything stops.Â
"What?" I pant, confused as to why he would stop. "I asked you a question. Is this all for me y/n?" he rasps, looking down at where his fingers had once been and cursing when he notices how wet they are. "Y-yes, all for you" I choke out and he leans in as if he was going to kiss me but stops before I can even brush my lips against his.Â
"Can you say my name princess?" he whispers, posed as a question but we both know the only way this continues is if I comply. "Jungkook" I whisper out, his name now tasting different on my tongue. It's almost if I have to put more effort into pronouncing each letter, my throat suddenly running dry.Â
"Louder doll. It's the least you can do to help me forget how you've moaned his name in here time and time again. Probably another sad excuse of an act to fake your high" he says, going back to playing with my center, his finger going in and out at a faster rate now before easing his way into putting in a second one.Â
"Fuck Jungkook" I groan, this time a little louder than before that grants me a kiss on my neck, his motives to stay away from my lips being to hear all of my reactions to what he's doing to me. Wanting to discover new sounds and reactions that sound more genuine and are ones that I can't even hope to hold back with the pleasure he's giving me.
"That's it, keep going. Want your voice to be the thing I remember most about this, hear it over and over again, ingrained in my memory. That way when I forget how you taste it'll be something that I'll still be able to come back to. Hearing how I make you feel, not yourself and definetly not your sorry excuse of a boyfriend, me. Let me hear how I make you feel" he rasps in my ear making me shiver and arch my back off the mattress.Â
"Jungkook please, please" I beg, my ego gone, the only thoughts in my head being him and how incredible it'll feel once he's made me cum. "Just like that doll, scream my name if you need to, I don't mind" his calm cool and collected tone of voice driving me mad. How can he be whispering these things in my ear and taunting me like this while I'm a complete mess under him, barely being able to breathe let alone think straight.Â
I pulse around his fingers and he can tell that I'm close when I let out a moan after he hits a certain spot, hitting it over and over again, knowing that that's going to be the thing that'll make me come undone.Â
He leans back and looks down at me, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips make me insane, his calm and cool façade in my mind broken when I see the way he's watching me. Taking in every gasp, every moan, every whimper of his name and it makes him want to try even harder to get me to that high, needing to see what I look like when I cum.
"Just like that doll, you're doing so well, sound so pretty" he murmurs and with a few more words of encouragement I'm coming undone. When I try to look away he grabs my chin and makes me keep eye contact, making everything seem even more intense.Â
Once the rising and falling of my chest has slowed down and his playful fingers inside me gain him whines of overstimulation he finally takes them out.Â
I expect him to get up and wash his hands but instead places them in his mouth, moaning once my taste hits his tongue leaving me swallowing dryly, needing that glass of water now.Â
"Open your mouth" he says after he takes his fingers out and I comply curiously, doing as he asks and the next moment I feel him spitting in my mouth before smashing his lips on mine one last time.Â
After kissing me senseless and exhaustion flooding my system my kisses become sloppy and he laughs against my lips before finally pulling back. "Where are you going?" I ask and he laughs again at my groggy state. âI'm going to go get a towel to clean you up" he says and I sit up quickly, my mind slowly clearing up.Â
"Wait, what about you?" I ask, taking note of the tent in his pants but he simply chuckles and brings back a warm towel just like he said.
I had expected the same treatment Brian gave me today but when I try to reach for it he pulls back. "No you lay down, you're still out of it" he says, trying to be serious but also satisfied that he only had to use his fingers put me in this state.Â
After he finishes cleaning me up he gets up and throws the towel in the laundry basket and comes back to sit on the bed next to me, cupping my face and studying my features. "You okay?" he asks, clearly sensing regret already.Â
"Yeah I'm fine. I just never thought I would do something like this" I admit and he mouths a quiet 'Oh' and takes his hand off me but I grab it before he can get too far. "I'm sorry I'm just confused and clearly not thinking straight" I say, trying to backtrack knowing that I've hurt him by saying that.Â
"Thank you for doing this for me" I say timidly and he laughs. "What?" I ask, clearly not understanding what about this situation is funny.Â
"I'm sorry" he says, his laughing soon dying down and I wait in silence until he's finally composed himself. "I'm sorry it's just that itâs not everyday that your hot roommate thanks you for finger fucking them" he chuckles and my cheeks heat up, thoroughly embarrassed now that he's put it like that.
I reach behind me and grab a pillow and throw it at his face which makes him laugh even more. "Jungkook stop this isn't funny" I whine and he stops a couple minutes later. "Alright alright I'm sorry, you were just getting way too serious about it" he explains and wipes away a fake tear.Â
"This is serious! I just cheated on my boyfriend with you" I exclaim and he shakes his head, placing the pillow I threw at him out of my reach and sighs before responding. "You and I both know that you've been ready to end that relationship for a while now" he says and I open my mouth but the words die in my throat.
"That's what I thought" he says and we sit there in silence for a moment while I pull the sheet over me. "Just break up with him already, I can clearly see that you're miserable" he points out and I hate that he's right.Â
"Why do you care? Should I break up with him so I can mess around with you?" I ask and he shrugs his shoulders. "We can do that if you want to, but from a friend's point of view I think your life is so much better without him" he says and I sigh, knowing again that he's right, telling me the things that I've thought about over and over again but just never did anything about.Â
"I'll talk to him" I say and he nods his head. "Good because with the number I did on your neck he's definetly gonna know that something went down" he laughs and my eyes go wide, forgetting to tell him to not leave any marks but I know I'm fucked.Â
"Here" he says, grabbing the hand mirror I have on my dresser and I know from one glance that hoodies and turtlenecks will be my new signature look until this all clears up.
"Jungkook" I growl and he giggles, never taking my scolding tone seriously. "What? Don't act like you didn't like it" he chuckles and I sit up, grabbing that pillow and throwing it at him again. "I hate you" I huff but he laughs again before placing a knee on my bed and making it dip under his weight.Â
My breath hitches as he inches closer and I can't do anything but lay down, slowly trying to run away from his lips in my mind but falling back into that same position we had been in for who knows how long.
Once I'm flat on my back and he's hovering over me again I swallow as best as I can, making him let out a dry chuckle. "Wanna run that one by me again doll?" he asks, cocking a brow at me and I press my thighs together, hating myself for doing it but needing some sort of something to keep me sane but it's of no use.
He leans in closer and I hold my breath, not knowing what he's doing or where this is going but when I close my eyes Iâm granted with that same chuckle again.Â
"Goodnight princess" he says against my lips, his weight gone off my bed seconds later leaving me sitting up in process. "Wha-" "My pretty doll needs to figure out who she wants to play with if she wants more" he taunts and I cross my arms and pout a little, hoping that'll get him to come back.Â
"Aw don't be like that. After all the work I put in to help you feel good. I thought you would've been more grateful, not greedy" he taunts and I roll my eye before uttering a quiet 'Goodnight'. "Thanks for giving me material to help me fix this" he says, looking down at the very clear outline of his hard on and I swallow again, intimidated from finally being able to see his full size.Â
"I promise, if you make up your mind...I'll make it fit" he teases and winks at me granting him a scowl in response. He grabs the door handle at the same time I grab the pillow and throw it which he blocks by closing the door. "Goodnight doll" he says one last time and shuts it behind him.Â
I spend the rest of my night willing myself to sleep and when I finally start to doze off I start hearing Jungkook's soft moans and grunts leaving me wide awake again. Now I really know he wasn't lying...
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chapter summary: The remaining X-Men come up with a plan to change their present; send Logan back in time to change the past.
word count: 17.1k+
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
notes: oooohhhh boy!! i've been waiting for this chapter for so long and it's finally here! i'll have more to say at the end, but for now, and i truly mean it, enjoy!!! <3
warnings/tags: takes place during 'days of future past', dofp!logan, light miscommunication, angst, light violence, blood, character death, fluff, memory loss, happy ending!
series masterlist - chapter 10
The Blackbird landed on the top of the large mountain in front of a monastery. Ororo walked out first, followed by Logan, who paused at the bottom of the stairs to light his cigar, Charles, whose chair hovered down the stairs, and Erik.
They walked to the front of the monastery as Bobby spoke, âProfessor.â
Ororo smiled, âBobby.â
âHey, Storm,â he replied, giving the woman a hug.
âHey, kid.â Logan said.
âProfessor,â Kitty called out. âYou made it.â
The group made their way inside as Kitty explained how the group had been surviving, âWarpath spots them, and I send Bishop back to warn us of the attack before it happens. Blink scouts the next site, and⌠well, we leave before they ever know we were there.â
âBecause we never were.â Bishop said.
âBut what do you mean, you were never there?â Logan asked.
Charles looked over at Logan, âshe projects Bishop back in time a few days to warn the others of the coming attack.â
âSo she sends Bishop back in time?â
âNo, just his consciousness into his younger self, his younger body.â Charles clarified.
âWow.â Logan muttered.
âThis might just work, Charles.â Erik commented.
âWhat might work?â Kitty questioned.
âThe Sentinel program was originally conceived by Dr. Bolivar Trask. In the early â70s, he was one of the worldâs leading weapons designers, but covertly, he had begun experimenting on mutants, using their gifts to fuel his own research. There was one mutant who had discovered what he was doing.â Charles explained.
âA mutant with the ability to transform herself into anyone.â Erik added.
âMystique,â Peter said.
âI knew her as Raven. We met when we were children. Grew up together. She was like a sister to me. I tried to help her, but only succeeded in driving her away. She hunted Trask across the world, and at the Paris Peace Accords in 1973, after the Vietnam War, she found Trask. And killed him. It was the first time she killed.â
âIt wasnât her last.â Logan added on.
âBut killing Trask did not have the outcome she expected. It only persuaded the government of the need for his program. They captured her that day. Tortured her. Experimented on her. In her DNA, they discovered the secrets to her powers of transformation. It gave them the key they needed to create weapons that could adapt to any mutant power, and in less than 50 years, the machines that have destroyed so many of our kind were created. But it all started that day in 1973, the day she first killed, the day she truly became⌠Mystique.â Charles finished.
âYou want to go back there,â Kitty said.
âIf I can get to her, stop the assassination, keep her out of their hands, then we can stop the Sentinels from ever being born.â
âAnd end this war before it ever begins.â Erik spoke.
âI-I can send someone back a couple weeks. I mean, maybe a month, but youâre talking about going back decades. You have the most powerful brain in the world, Professor, but the mind can only stretch so far before it snaps. It would rip you apart. Iâm sorry. No one could survive that trip.â Kitty remarked.
âWhat if someoneâs mind has a way of snapping back?â Logan asked. âWhat if someone can heal as fast as theyâre ripped apart?â
---
Logan stood by the table as Charles, Erik, Kitty, and Bobby stood nearby, the rest outside of the monastery keeping watch.
âSo I wake up in my younger body, God knows where. Then what?â
âYouâll need to go to my house and find me. Convince me of all of this.â Charles moved closer to Logan.
âWonât you be able to just read my mind?â
âI didnât have my powers in 1973. Logan, youâre going to have to do for me what I once did for you. Lead me, guide me. I was a very different man then. Youâll have to be patient with me.â
Logan scoffed, âpatience isnât my strongest suit.â
âYouâll need me as well,â Erik spoke up.
âWhat?â Logan turned to face Erik behind him.
âAfter Mystique left Charles, she came with me, and I set her on a dangerous path. Darker path. Itâs going to take the two of us, side by side at a time when we couldnât be further apart.â
Logan looked at Charles who nodded in affirmation, âgreat,â he muttered to himself. âSo, where do I find you?â
âWell, itâs complicated.â Erik said, as Logan shook his head and stopped himself from rolling his eyes.
Logan got onto the table and lied down, Kitty sitting at the head of the table, âbasically, your body will go to sleep while your mind travels back in time. Now, as long as youâre back there, past and present will continue to coexist, but once you wake up⌠whatever youâve done will take hold and become history. And for the rest of us itâll be the only history that we know. Itâll be like the last 50 years never happened. And this world, and this war⌠the only person who will remember it is you.â Kitty took a breath, âall right, Logan, I need you to clear your head and to stay as calm possible.â
âWhat? What do you mean?â
âIf your mind gets rocky, itâll be harder for me to hold you, and you could start to slip between past and future.â
âWhat if I need to get a little rocky?â
Kitty lightly shook her head, âthink peaceful thoughts?â
âPeaceful thoughts.â Logan repeated. âYou have any good news?â
âWell, I mean, you donât really age, so youâll pretty much look the same.â
Bobby spoke up, âyou wonât have much time in the past. The Sentinels will find us. They always do.â
âAnd this time, we wonât be able to run. Weâll have no escape. This is our last chance.â Kittyâs hands hovered near the sides of Loganâs head.
âSee you all soon.â Logan said.
âThis might sting a little.â
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Logan blinked, his vision adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the lava lamp. Its lazy, hypnotic bubbles drifted in the liquid, but his mind was racing to catch up. The sharp, immediate transition from the future to⌠thisâthe past, his pastâhad his senses momentarily disoriented.
The pressure against his neck snapped him into focus. An arm was draped over his shoulder from behind, soft, warm, and familiar. He shifted his head just enough to glance at the hand resting on his chest. It was delicate, but the grip was firm, like whoever it belonged to had no intention of letting him go.
âMorninâ,â your voice came from behind him, groggy and soft. Your tone was laced with the remnants of sleep but carried the easy, teasing warmth that always seemed to put him off guard.
His heart clenched. You.
You leaned into him slightly, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you stretched, entirely unaware of the whirlwind in his head. The past, your face, the other you. The fact that he hadnât seen this version of you in nearly 50 years.
âDidnât think Iâd need to pry you out of bed first,â you teased lightly, your hand giving his chest a playful pat before you settled again. âUsually, youâre already up before the sun, big guy.â
Loganâs jaw clenched at the nickname. His eyes narrowed at the roomâa modest hotel room with vintage floral wallpaper and creaky wooden furnitureâand the small pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. His leather jacket. Your dress. The pieces clicked into place far too quickly, but they didnât make it easier to stomach.
He turned his head enough to catch sight of you, hair slightly messy, lips curled in a lazy grin. You were radiant in a way that didnât match the world heâd just left behind. The world heâd come back to fix. And you had no idea how much heâd missed that expression.
âWhatâs with the look?â you asked, tilting your head. âDo I have something on my face, or are you just debating whether or not youâre gonna finish that cigar from yesterday?â
Logan shook his head slightly, clearing the fog. âNah. Just⌠thinkinâ.â
âYou?â you quipped. âThatâs dangerous.â
âCute,â he replied dryly, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
You laughed and pulled back, sitting up against the headboard. Your expression softened when you caught a hint of the tension still lingering in his body. âYou okay? You seem⌠off.â
âYeah. Iâm fine.â He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge to gather himself. âJust didnât sleep great.â
âYou tossed and turned a lot,â you agreed, though your concern didnât waver. âAnother bad dream?â
Logan didnât answer immediately. The memories of the future, the Sentinels, the war, and your other death pressed heavily on him. Instead, he grunted noncommittally and stood, grabbing his jeans from a chair nearby.
âYâknow,â you said behind him, watching as he pulled on his shirt, âmost bodyguards donât get that much real estate in their bossâs daughterâs bed.â
Logan froze for a beat before throwing you a glance over his shoulder. âMost bodyguards donât sneak them outta her own wedding either, darlinâ.â
You grinned mischievously, leaning your head back against the headboard. âGuess that makes us even.â
He shook his head but couldnât stop the chuckle that escaped. You havenât changed a bit.
Before either of you could say anything more, there was a sharp knock on the door. Loganâs entire body tensed, his senses sharpening instantly. He sniffed the air, picking up the distinct scents of sweat, leather, and gunpowder.
âStay here,â he said lowly, grabbing his jacket and stepping toward the door.
âLogan, whatââ
âI mean it,â he said, cutting you off with a firm glance. The tone in his voice told you not to argue.
He moved toward the door, his hand hovering over the knob as his other reached behind him for the small knife he kept tucked into his waistband. He opened the door slightly, just enough to peer through the crack.
Two men stood in the hall, dressed in dark suits. Their faces were sharp, unfamiliar, but their eyes carried an unmistakable menace.
âCan I help you?â Logan asked gruffly.
âYeah,â one of them said. âWeâre here for the lady. Her fatherâs lookinâ for her.â
Logan didnât hesitate. He slammed the door shut and locked it, spinning back toward you. âGet down,â he barked.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, but the urgency in his voice made you scramble off the bed.
The door shuddered as one of the men kicked it. Logan growled low in his throat, adrenaline surging as his hands instinctively balled into fists. Bone claws erupted from his knuckles with a sickening snikt, and he turned toward the door just as it splintered inward.
Your sharp gasp filled the room, but there was no time for questions. Logan launched himself at the first man, driving his claws deep into the guyâs shoulder. Blood sprayed across the room as the second man raised a gun, but Logan was faster. He yanked his claws free and swung, knocking the weapon from the manâs hand before driving his claws into his stomach.
It was over in seconds, but the aftermath left the room in chaos. Logan stood over the bodies, his breathing heavy, his shirt streaked with blood. His claws glistened in the dim light, and as he turned toward you, his expression softened.
âLoganâŚâ you whispered, your voice shaking. Your eyes were wide, fixed on the bone claws still protruding from his hands.
He hesitated, then retracted them with a shudder, the wounds on his knuckles sealing themselves almost instantly. âI can explain,â he said gruffly.
âYouâyou justâŚâ You couldnât find the words.
âY/N,â he said, stepping toward you carefully. âI need you to trust me.â
You stared at him, your mind racing. The man you thought you knew had just turned into something else entirelyâbut it wasnât fear that kept you rooted in place. It was the way he was looking at you, desperate, protective, like heâd go through hell just to keep you safe.
âIâŚâ You took a shaky breath. âI trust you.â
Loganâs shoulders sagged in relief, though the tension in the room didnât dissipate. He grabbed a bag from the corner of the room and tossed it toward you. âWe need to move. Now.â
Before you could question him further, he bent down, rummaging through the manâs jacket pocket to snag the keys before heading for the door. You hesitated, your mind still racing to process what you had just seen. The claws, the blood, the sheer force he used to take out armed menâit was like something out of a nightmare. But Logan wasnât the nightmare. He was the only constant in this whirlwind you called your life.
âY/N,â Loganâs voice broke through your haze. He was standing by the door, his tone sharp but not unkind. âLetâs go. Now.â
You shoved a few belongings into the bag, still half-dressed from sleep, and moved quickly to his side. âLogan, what the hell is goinâ on?â
âIâll explain later,â he said, keeping his voice low and his gaze locked on the hallway as he peeked out. âFor now, weâve gotta put some distance between us and whoever else your fatherâs sent after you.â
Your stomach twisted at the mention of your father, but you followed him out of the room, clutching the strap of the bag tightly. âHow did they even find us?â
âDonât know. Donât care,â Logan muttered, leading you down the narrow hallway. His shoulders were rigid, his entire body coiled like a spring. âWhat matters is keeping you outta their hands.â
The two of you reached the stairwell, and Logan paused at the top, scanning the area below. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. Whatever he smelled didnât seem to calm him, but he motioned for you to follow anyway.
You descended the stairs as quietly as you could, your bare feet barely making a sound against the worn carpet. âLogan, seriously, you need to tell me whatâs going on. Those⌠claws, or whateverââ
âNot now, sweetheart,â he interrupted, his voice tense but firm. âWeâve gotta focus on getting outta here.â
You bit your lip, frustration bubbling under your skin. This wasnât the first time Logan had dodged your questions, but after what youâd just seen, you werenât about to let it slide for long.
The two of you slipped out a side door into the cool morning air. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a few scattered vehicles. Logan made a beeline for a black sedan parked near the edge of the lot. He unlocked the door and ushered you inside without a word.
âLoganââ you started as he slid into the driverâs seat, but he cut you off again.
âBuckle up,â he said, starting the engine.
You shot him a glare but did as he said, snapping the seatbelt into place. Logan peeled out of the lot, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as his eyes flicked between the road and the rearview mirror.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the faint thud of your heartbeat in your ears. You watched him closely, noting the way his jaw clenched and his knuckles turned white around the wheel.
âAre you gonna tell me whatâs going on now?â you finally demanded, crossing your arms. âBecause I think I deserve an explanation after that little⌠display back there.â
Logan let out a slow breath through his nose, his eyes still on the road. âItâs complicated.â
âNo kidding,â you shot back. âStart with the claws. What the hell are they, Logan? And donât tell me theyâre some kind of freak weapon because I saw them come out of your hands.â
He glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable. âTheyâre a part of me,â he said simply.
You blinked, taken aback by the matter-of-fact tone in his voice. âWhat do you mean, âa part of youâ? Like, you were born with them?â
âSomethinâ like that,â he muttered.
You stared at him, waiting for more, but he didnât elaborate. Frustration bubbled over, and you leaned forward, grabbing his arm. âLogan, Iâm serious. I need answers.â
He sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly as he finally looked over at you. âIâll tell you everything, sweetheart. Just not right now. Right now, weâve gotta focus on getting somewhere safe.â
âAnd whereâs that?â you asked, your voice softening slightly.
âA place I know,â he said, turning his attention back to the road. âWeâll head north, get outta the city, and figure it out from there.â
You frowned, unsure whether to trust his vague assurances. But the look in his eyes, the raw determination mixed with something you couldnât quite placeâit was enough to quiet your doubts for now.
âFine,â you said, leaning back in your seat. âBut you owe me the truth. All of it.â
Logan smirked faintly, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâve always been a tough one, huh?â
âDamn right,â you muttered, crossing your arms again. But despite your defiant tone, a small part of you couldnât help but feel a flicker of something elseâsomething warm and familiarâwhen he called you tough.
You didnât notice the way his grip on the wheel tightened at your response or the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. To you, this was just another chaotic morning in the whirlwind of your life. But to Logan, it was a painful reminder of how many mornings like this heâd lost with you.
---
You tapped your fingers on your thigh, still waiting for Logan to come out of this mansion, which looked like it had seen better days.
You groaned as you tilted your head back, adjusting yourself in the car seat. It had been a while since Logan left the car and went inside, almost 2 hours. You would know, youâve been watching the clock.
Finally, Logan stepped outside and briskly walked to the car door, opening it for you. âJesus, what took so long?â You asked, as he grabbed your bag from the backside and guided you into the house where two other men were, one with glasses, the other with long curly hair. âLogan-?â
âYouâre staying here.â He stated.
You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing at Logan. âWhat?â you demanded. âYou said weâd figure this out together. You didnât say anything about leaving me here.â
Logan ran a hand through his hair, already looking stressed. âPlans changed, darlinâ,â he said, his tone calm but firm. âCharles and Hank are cominâ with me. Weâve got somethinâ to take care of, and itâs safer if you stay here.â
âSafer? Logan, this place is the size of a damn castle!â You gestured around the massive entry hall, frustration spilling over. âYouâre just gonna leave me here by myself? What if they come for me again? What am I supposed to do then?â
âYou wonât be alone,â Charles interjected, his tone measured but polite. He glanced briefly at Logan, as if trying to gauge how much to say. âThis house has a number of protections. Youâll be secure here.â
âSecure from who?â you fired back, your eyes darting between the two men. âYou all keep throwing words around like âsafeâ and âprotected,â but you wonât tell me from what!â
Logan stepped closer, his voice softening. âY/N, I know youâve got questions, and I know this ainât easy, but trust me. If I thought for a second there was a better way to keep you outta harmâs way, Iâd do it.â
You stared at him, trying to ignore the way his voiceâthe way he called you by nameâseemed to ease some of the tension in your chest. But it wasnât enough. âYou always do this,â you muttered, crossing your arms. âYou make decisions for me like Iâm some fragile little doll. Iâm not helpless, Logan.â
âI know that,â he said quickly, his gaze locking onto yours. âBut that doesnât mean Iâm gonna take chances with you.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you muttered, shaking your head. âAnd where exactly are you going thatâs so important you canât tell me?â
Logan hesitated, his jaw tightening. He glanced at Charles, who gave him a slight nod. âWeâve gotta stop someone,â Logan finally said, his voice low. âSomeone whoâs about to make a big mistake.â
âThatâs it?â you asked, your frustration rising again. âThatâs all youâre gonna give me?â
âThatâs all you need to know right now,â Logan replied. He reached out, his hand brushing against your arm. âLook, I promise Iâll explain everything when I get back. But for now, I need you to trust me.â
You stared at him, your chest tight with a mix of anger and something softer, something you didnât want to name. âFine,â you said at last, pulling away from his touch. âBut donât expect me to be happy about it.â
Logan smirked faintly, though his eyes were serious. âWouldnât expect anything less.â
Charles cleared his throat, stepping forward. âY/N, I understand this is a lot to take in, but I assure you, this is the safest course of action for now. Hank and I will only be gone for a short while.â
âYeah,â you muttered, glancing at him briefly. âYou better be.â
Logan nodded at Charles, then turned back to you. âThereâs food in the kitchen, and plenty of space to stretch out. Donât open the doors for anyone but me or them. Got it?â
You rolled your eyes but nodded. âGot it.â
Logan hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say more, but then he turned and followed Charles and Hank toward the door. You watched them leave, the sound of the heavy door closing echoing in the empty mansion.
For a long moment, you stood in the middle of the entry hall, clutching your bag and trying to process everything that had just happened. Finally, you let out a heavy sigh and slung the bag over your shoulder.
âGuess Iâm on my own,â you muttered, heading deeper into the mansion to figure out how the hell you were supposed to pass the time in this massive, empty house.
---
It didnât take long for you to get bored, even in a place as massive as this. From what you gathered during your first walkthrough, this mansion had likely been a boarding school at some point. The classrooms, rows of bedrooms, and an enormous kitchen all hinted at its past. But now, it was eerily quietâlike a castle frozen in time.
You wandered aimlessly, peeking into rooms and finding nothing but empty desks, dust-covered books, and a growing sense of restlessness. The longer you roamed, the more your mind churned over Loganâs sudden departure. You didnât want to admit it, but his absence had left a voidâa nagging worry that you couldnât shake.
You sighed, stopping in front of a wide window overlooking the overgrown courtyard. What am I even doing here? you thought. Your fingers tapped against the windowpane as you chewed the inside of your cheek. Maybe you shouldâve pushed harder for answers instead of letting Logan sidestep your questionsâagain.
The faint hum of a clock ticking in the hallway was the only sound accompanying your thoughts. It wasnât enough to drown out the memories of Loganâs claws unsheathing back at the hotel or the unspoken tension in his voice when he said, âyou wonât be alone.â
âGreat,â you muttered under your breath, turning away from the window. âStuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but cryptic warnings and empty rooms.â
You wandered back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to pass the time. The fridge was surprisingly well-stocked, and you made yourself a quick sandwich. As you ate, your gaze drifted toward the doorway, half expecting Logan to stride through it with that familiar scowl on his face.
But the doorway remained empty.
With a groan, you pushed the plate away and leaned back in the chair. âThis sucks,â you muttered.
The silence pressed against your ears as you sat there, tapping your fingers on the table. You couldnât help but think back to Loganâs expression when heâd left. There was something in his eyesâsomething heavy, like he was carrying more than just the weight of keeping you safe. He always did that, didnât he? Took on the burden for everyone else, even if it meant shutting you out.
You stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. No more sitting around like a damsel in distress, you decided. If Logan was off dealing with whatever âbig mistakeâ heâd mentioned, youâd figure out how to occupy yourself in the meantime.
---
A while later, you found yourself back in one of the old classrooms. The chalkboards were dusty, and the desks were in varying states of disrepair, but it was oddly comforting in a way. You sat down at one of the desks and fiddled with a piece of chalk, drawing random lines on the board in front of you.
The quiet of the mansion felt oppressive. Every creak of the old wood or groan of the structure made your heart skip a beat. You werenât sure if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you or if there was something more sinister lurking in the silence.
You sighed, leaning back in the chair. âWhyâd you leave me here, Logan?â you muttered to yourself. The question hung in the air, unanswered, like so many others heâd dodged over the months.
As you stared at the lines youâd absentmindedly drawn, you thought back to your father. His control over your life had been suffocating, but thisârunning, hiding, fearing what might come nextâwas a different kind of prison. Logan had promised to protect you, but how could he if he wasnât here?
A sudden noise in the hallway snapped you out of your thoughts. You froze, the piece of chalk slipping from your fingers and clattering onto the desk.
âLogan?â you called out, your voice trembling slightly. There was no response.
You rose slowly from the desk, your heart pounding in your chest. The sound came againâcloser this time. It wasnât the creak of the old mansion settling. It was deliberate, like footsteps.
You moved toward the door, peeking into the hallway. It was empty, but the faint sound of movement reached your ears from somewhere deeper in the house.
âLogan?â you tried again, your voice firmer.
Still nothing.
Clutching your jacket sleeve tightly, you stepped into the hallway, your bare feet silent against the worn wooden floors. The air felt colder somehow, and the shadows seemed to stretch longer.
You made your way toward the source of the noise, your pulse quickening with every step. Part of you wanted to turn back, to lock yourself in one of the rooms and wait for Logan to return, but you couldnât shake the nagging feeling that something wasnât right.
As you rounded the corner, you saw them. Men in dark suits, their faces obscured by the dim lighting. There were at least four of them, moving methodically through the mansion as if they knew exactly where to look.
Your breath caught in your throat. They werenât here by accident.
You turned quickly, intending to retreat and find a place to hide, but it was too late. One of the men spotted you, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.
âSheâs here!â he barked, and the others turned toward you immediately.
Panic surged through your veins as you broke into a sprint, your bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. You didnât know where you were running, only that you had to get away.
âStop her!â one of them shouted, and the sound of heavy footsteps followed you.
You darted into another hallway, your mind racing. You needed a plan, a way out, but the labyrinthine mansion offered no clear escape routes.
A hand suddenly grabbed your arm, yanking you backward. You let out a startled cry, struggling against the grip.
âLet go of me!â you screamed, kicking and clawing at the man holding you.
He grimaced but held firm, dragging you toward the others. âStop fighting, or this gets messy,â he growled.
âLike hell it does,â you spat, managing to stomp on his foot hard enough to make him loosen his grip.
You broke free, stumbling forward, but another man was already there. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off the ground despite your thrashing.
âLet me go!â you shouted, your voice echoing through the empty halls.
âEnough!â a voice barked, and the men froze.
A figure stepped out of the shadowsâan older man with a cold, calculating expression. You recognized him immediately. One of your fatherâs men.
âMiss Y/N,â he said smoothly, his tone dripping with false politeness. âYour fatherâs been worried sick about you.â
âBullshit,â you snapped, glaring at him. âHe doesnât care about me.â
The man chuckled, a low, menacing sound. âWhether he cares or not isnât really the issue, is it? You belong to him. And heâs decided itâs time you came home.â
âOver my dead body,â you shot back, your voice defiant even as fear coiled in your chest.
The manâs smile widened, and there was something cruel in his eyes. âIf thatâs what it takes.â
You struggled harder, but the men holding you were too strong. They began dragging you toward the exit, your cries for help swallowed by the vast emptiness of the mansion.
In that moment, a horrible realization settled over you. Logan wasnât here to save you.
And this time, there was no escape.
---
The room was dim, lit by a single, flickering bulb swaying overhead. The scent of mildew clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of rust from the pipes along the walls. You blinked groggily, your head pounding as the events leading up to this moment replayed in your mind.
Interrogation, then murder. Thatâs how these things went. You knew it, had known it since you were a child sitting quietly at the top of the stairs, listening in on conversations you werenât supposed to hear. The Romano family didnât forgive betrayal, and neither did your father.
Your wrists ached where the rough ropes dug into them, tying you to the chair. The metal groaned beneath your weight as you tried to shift, testing the bindings. No give. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.
From the shadows, the men emerged one by one, their faces a mix of familiarity and dread. You recognized some from your fatherâs estateâmen who had once tipped their hats to you out of respect, now staring at you like a wolf pack eyeing its prey. Among them was Clyde Romano, his sharp suit immaculate despite the grim surroundings.
âWell, well,â Clyde drawled, adjusting his cuffs as he stepped closer. His cold eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and disdain. âYouâve been a busy little runaway, havenât you?â
âFuck you, Clyde,â you spat, your voice steadier than you expected.
He smirked, leaning in until you could feel his breath against your cheek. âBold words for someone in your position. But thatâs always been your problem, hasnât it? Too much mouth, not enough sense.â
One of the men chuckled darkly, and you shot him a glare sharp enough to cut.
Clyde straightened, motioning for the others to spread out. âSee, Y/N, this couldâve all been so simple. You play the good little bride, marry into the family, and keep your mouth shut. But no. You had to run. Had to embarrass your father. And me.â
âEmbarrass you?â You barked out a bitter laugh. âOh, Iâm sorry. Were your fragile little feelings hurt because I didnât want to be your trophy wife?â
Clydeâs smile faltered, his jaw tightening. He nodded toward one of his men, who stepped forward and struck you across the face. Pain exploded along your cheek, sharp and hot.
âWatch your mouth,â Clyde hissed.
You turned your head back slowly, your vision swimming. Blood trickled from the corner of your lip, but you smiled through it, defiant. âThat all youâve got?â
Clydeâs expression darkened, and he stepped closer, gripping your chin roughly. âYouâre real brave for someone who doesnât have a way out.â
Your stomach twisted at the truth of his words, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing fear in your eyes. âBetter to die standing than live on my knees,â you shot back.
âYour boyfriend isnât here to save you, sweetheart,â he said casually, his tone laced with mockery. âWhat was his name? Logan?â
Your heart clenched at the sound of his name, but you kept your face blank.
âHe left you,â Clyde continued. âJust like everyone else will. Because youâre not worth the trouble.â
âThat so?â you bit out. âThen why are you here?â
He stopped, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. âTo clean up the mess you made.â
Clyde stepped back, giving a subtle nod to one of the men. The air seemed to thicken as the man pulled a knife from his belt, the blade glinting in the weak light.
Your breath hitched, but you didnât look away. If this was the end, youâd meet it head-on, with your head held high.
âAny last words?â Clyde asked, his tone almost bored.
You swallowed hard, the weight of everything pressing down on you. The memories of Loganâs rough hands holding yours, his gruff voice calling you darlinâ in that way that made your chest ache, his eyes softening in those rare moments when he let his guard down.
You thought of him nowâmiles away, caught up in something you couldnât begin to understand. If he were here, heâd fight. He always did. But this time, you were on your own.
âYeah,â you said, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. âGo to hell.â
Clyde tilted his head, unimpressed. The man with the knife stepped forward, and you clenched your fists, bracing yourself for the inevitable.
The blade gleamed, catching the light one last time before it plunged toward you.
And then, there was only darkness.
---
Logan paced the bedroom; he had known something was off the second they got back. For one, you were nowhere in the mansion and your bag was sitting on the couch in the rec room.
Hank hesitantly stood by the doorframe for a few moments before speaking, âthereâs a theory in quantum physics that time is immutable.â Logan paused his pacing as Hank continued, âitâs like a riverâyou can throw a pebble into it, create a ripple, but the current always corrects itself. No matter what you do, the river just⌠keeps flowing in the same direction.â
Logan let out a small scoff, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a fleeting smile. âThe B-theory of time.â
Hank blinked, his brows furrowing. âYouâre familiar with it?â
Logan shrugged, leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed. âYeah, Iâve heard it before. Someone once tried explaining it to meâsomething about all moments in time existing simultaneously. Past, present, future, all laid out like pages in a book.â He tilted his head, his gaze hardening. âDidnât make it sound any less screwed up.â
Hank tilted his head slightly, caught off guard. âThatâs a fairly accurate summation, Logan. Iâm⌠surprised you retained that much.â
Loganâs lips twitched again, but his eyes darkened with a tinge of something that looked like regret. âGood teacher,â he muttered, his voice low. His mind flicked back to the quiet hours spent with you in the rec room at the mansion, your voice steady as you explained the theories of time and space with the kind of patience that used to drive him insane. âGood teacher,â he repeated, softer this time.
Hank didnât press the matter, though curiosity lingered in his expression. Instead, he adjusted his glasses and continued. âRight. Well, the theory suggests that no matter how many changes we attempt to make, the timeline has a way of self-correcting. That ripple you caused? Itâll still flow back into the current, Logan. Thatâs why itâs imperative you stay focused on the larger missionâon stopping Mystique beforeââ
Logan cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. âI know, McCoy. Believe me, I get it.â His voice was rougher now, frustration creeping into his tone. âBut I canât just stand here and do nothing. Sheâs out thereâaloneâbecause of me.â His jaw clenched, the muscles tightening like a vice. âI shouldâve stayed with her.â
âAnd then what?â Hank countered, his voice measured but firm. âThrown yourself headfirst into whatever danger awaits her without a plan? Gotten yourself killed before you even had the chance to stop Mystique? Would that have helped her, Logan? Or anyone else?â
Logan exhaled harshly, raking a hand through his hair. He hated when Hank was rightâhated it even more because staying put went against every instinct he had. Heâd lost you too many times before, and the idea of it happening again, here in this warped timeline, made his chest feel like it was caught in a vice.
âLook,â Hank said after a pause, his tone softening. âYouâre not doing herâor yourselfâany favors by acting recklessly. We need you tomorrow at the hearing. Mystiqueâs actions will set off a chain reaction if we donât intervene, and that means we need all hands on deck.â He gave Logan a pointed look, then hesitated before adding, âBesides, the Y/N I met didnât strike me as someone whoâd go down without a fight.â
Loganâs gaze snapped to Hank, sharp and unyielding. âWhatâd you say?â
Hank shifted uncomfortably. âI mean⌠she was a little out of her element, sure, but she seemed resourceful. Strong-willed. Determined. Sheâs not just going to sit around waiting to be rescued, Logan.â
Loganâs shoulders relaxed slightly at Hankâs words, though his face remained guarded. He knew youâknew that fire inside you, even in this lifetime. Youâd been through hell and still managed to crack that crooked smile, to tease him when he was too gruff for his own good. If anyone could find a way out of a bad situation, it was you.
But that didnât mean he wasnât worried sick.
âSheâs got guts,â Logan muttered, almost to himself. âToo much, sometimes.â
Hank adjusted his glasses again, watching Logan closely. âThen trust her to hold her own until we can deal with this together. Running off now would be counterproductive and, frankly, reckless.â
Logan let out a low growl of frustration, but he didnât argue further. Deep down, he knew Hank was right. If he ran out of here now, heâd jeopardize everythingânot just the mission, but the fragile thread of hope that had brought him to this point.
Still, the ache in his chest wouldnât subside. It never did, not when it came to you.
âSheâd better be okay,â he muttered, more to himself than to Hank. âOr Iâllââ His voice caught, and he shook his head. âNever mind.â
Hank didnât respond immediately. He just watched as Logan sank into the chair by the window, his gaze distant.
For now, all Logan could do was wait.
---
Logan woke up to the sun shining through green curtains as he lay on his side, clutching his pillow. He turned over to look at the holographic clock on the other side of the bed, a stack of books on the table along with a single pen.
âThe first time, ever I saw your face.â
He sat up, groggy as he looked at the familiar gold doorknob.
âI thought the sun,â Logan stood up and opened the door as a school bell rang and a kid walked out of their room. âRose in your eyes.â He saw Bobby standing against a door frame as Rogue walked out and grabbed his hand, the two of them glancing over at Logan before walking away.
Logan walked by a classroom where Kitty was at the head of the room, a hologram in her hands, âBuckminster Fuller is a great example of an architect whose ideas were very similar to those of a utopian future. He would build structures that would work with nature, versus against it.â
He looked down the hall as Beast walked past him, clad in a brown suit, âmorning, Logan. Late start,â he chuckled, as Logan watched him walk by.
Logan then walked down the stairs, seeing students converse with Storm. He continued his way down the stairs and into the open area, seeing familiar red hair leaning against the Professorâs open door.
Jean turned to look at him, âhey, Logan,â she softly called out as he glanced her way and back down the other hallways.
He saw a group of students walking huddled together before splitting apart briefly as you walked past them.
Loganâs breath hitched as you walked past the group of students, your hair catching the light streaming through the mansionâs tall windows. You didnât notice him immediately, too focused on the stack of papers in your arms and the pen tucked behind your ear. He froze in place, his heart pounding like it hadnât in yearsâdecades, even.
You glanced up just as you passed him, pausing mid-step when your eyes met his. There was warmth in your gaze, that familiar spark heâd seen so many lifetimes ago, but this time it wasnât tinged with hesitation or confusion. It was easy. Natural.
âThere you are,â you said, a small smile gracing your lips as you adjusted the papers in your arms. âI was about to come looking for you. Late morning?â
Logan stared at you for a beat too long, the sound of your voice wrapping around him like a long-lost melody. He blinked, clearing his throat and trying to push past the lump that had formed there. âYeah... guess so.â
Your smile widened, though your brow furrowed just slightly. âYou okay, Lo?â you asked softly, stepping closer.
He managed a nod, though his throat felt tight. âYeah, just... uh, still waking up, I guess.â
You tilted your head slightly, studying him in that way you always used to when something seemed off. âWell, if youâre awake enough, maybe you could help me wrangle some of the kids for class?â You gestured toward the papers in your arms. âI need to grab a few more things, and Lauraâs been trying to skip out on physics again. You didnât even budge when the alarm went off this morning, but youâre lucky Scott owed you a favor, so he covered your history classââ
You didnât get to finish your sentence when Loganâs arms wrapped around you, his hold firm but not crushing. His head burrowed into the crook of your neck, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to pause. You blinked, startled, the stack of papers in your arms wobbling precariously before you instinctively steadied them against your chest.
âLogan?â you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern and confusion. âWhatâs going on?â
He didnât answer right away. His breathing was heavy, his body tense against yours as though he was clinging to somethingâor someoneâhe thought heâd lost. The warmth of his presence, his scent of leather and pine, was familiar, but this intensity was new.
You let the silence hang for a moment, your free hand instinctively lifting to rest on his shoulder. âLo,â you tried again, your tone softer now, laced with the kind of patience that only years together had nurtured. âTalk to me.â
Logan pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, but his hands remained firm on your waist. His eyes were wild, scanning your face like he was searching for proof that you were real. For a fleeting second, you caught something raw in his expressionâsomething vulnerable.
âYouâre here,â he muttered, almost to himself. His voice was hoarse, as though he hadnât spoken in days. âYouâre⌠really here.â
Your brows knitted together as you tilted your head, trying to piece together what could have possibly spurred this reaction. âOf course Iâm here,â you said with a small, hesitant laugh, your hand sliding from his shoulder to his cheek. âWhere else would I be?â
Before Logan could respond, the unmistakable sound of small, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. A high-pitched voice followed, cutting through the moment like a pebble skipping across still water.
âDaddy!â
Logan froze. His hands fell away from your waist as a little girl with dark hair barreled toward the two of you, her pigtails bouncing with each step. She clung to Loganâs leg without hesitation, looking up at him with the wide, innocent eyes of someone who knew no fear or doubt.
Gabby.
The name surfaced in Loganâs mind like a fragment from a dream, though it came with no contextâno memories to anchor it. He stared down at the child, his breath catching as she grinned up at him.
âDaddy, I found you!â she declared triumphantly, like it was a great accomplishment. âLaura said you were being slow again.â
You chuckled softly, crouching down to ruffle Gabbyâs hair. âWhat did we say about calling your dad slow?â you teased gently, though there was no real reprimand in your tone.
Gabby giggled, leaning into your touch. âOnly when itâs funny?â
âExactly,â you replied with a smirk before standing again and glancing at Logan, who still hadnât moved or spoken. âLo, you okay?â you asked again, your concern deepening.
Loganâs gaze flicked between you and Gabby, his chest tightening. The ring on your finger caught the light as you moved, and for the first time, he noticed itâthe familiar band of gold heâd carried for over a century.
His heart stuttered. Youâre wearing it.
âLogan?â you pressed, stepping closer again. Gabby, still holding onto his leg, tilted her head in confusion.
Logan swallowed hard, forcing himself to push past the whirlwind in his mind. âYeah,â he rasped, his voice strained but steady enough. âIâm fine.â
You didnât look convinced, but you didnât push him. Instead, you nodded toward the stack of papers in your arms. âYou sure? Because if youâre about to have an existential crisis, I need you to hold off until after you help me track down Laura. Deal?â
Logan blinked, your teasing tone pulling him out of his daze. He managed a weak chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah. Deal.â
Gabby tugged at his pant leg, her face scrunched in determination. âDaddy, can we get pancakes after? Laura said sheâd eat ten, but I bet I could eat twelve.â
You snorted softly, looking between Gabby and Logan with an amused smile. âYouâre not actually gonna let her eat twelve pancakes, are you?â
Loganâs lips twitched, but the smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âWeâll see,â he said gruffly, his mind still miles away as he tried to make sense of everything.
You gave him another look, your brows furrowing slightly, but you let it go for now. âCome on,â you said, shifting the papers in your arms. âLetâs get this day started.â
As you turned to lead Gabby toward the stairs, Logan lingered for a moment, his eyes fixed on the gold band on your finger. His thoughts churned, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a heavy fog.
He needed answers. And he knew exactly who to talk to.
---
Logan pushed open the door to Charlesâs office without knocking, his usual roughness softened just enough by the turmoil bubbling beneath his skin. Charles, sitting calmly at his desk with his hands folded, looked up with a raised brow.
âLogan,â Charles greeted, his tone patient but curious. âI wasnât expecting you so early. Is everything alright?â
Logan stepped inside, closing the door behind him before glancing over his shoulder. He needed to make sure you hadnât followed. When he was satisfied, he turned back to Charles, his jaw tightening.
âNo,â Logan said simply. âWe need to talk. Now.â
Charlesâs brow furrowed, and he gestured to the chair in front of him. âPlease, sit. Tell me whatâs troubling you.â
Logan ignored the chair, pacing instead. âI woke up this morning, and Iââ He dragged a hand down his face, struggling to find the words. âChuck, I ainât supposed to be here. This⌠this timeline, it ainât mine.â
Charlesâs expression shifted, his calm demeanor replaced with something more serious. âI see,â he said carefully. âGo on.â
âYou remember what Kitty did,â Logan said, stopping to lean on the edge of the desk. âSending my mind back to â73, to fix everything. To stop the Sentinels.â
âYes,â Charles replied, his voice steady. âAnd you succeeded, Logan. The world youâre in now is a result of that success.â
Loganâs laugh was bitter, shaking his head. âThen why the hell donât I remember it, huh? Why do I remember⌠all of it? The Sentinels. The Phoenix. Y/Nââ His voice cracked, and he looked away, his fists clenching. âShe died, Chuck. In my timeline, she died. Jean, too. All of you.â
Charles regarded him quietly, his hands still folded. âLogan, the mind is a complicated thing. Itâs possible that in the process of returning you to this point in time, fragments of your original timeline have remained intact.â
âFragments?â Logan scoffed, pushing off the desk to pace again. âChuck, this ainât fragments. I remember it all. I remember her dying six times, dammit. I remember the look on her face when sheââ He stopped himself, his breathing ragged.
Charlesâs expression softened. âLogan, this is your life now. Whatever timeline you came from, whatever you remember, itâs in the past. This is your reality now. Y/N is alive. Jean is alive. You have a family, a home.â
Loganâs hands curled into fists at his sides. âYeah, but it ainât mine. This ringââ He held up his own hand with his own ring, the band of gold catching the light. âI didnât put it on her finger, Chuck. Some other version of me did. And I donât know how to be him.â
Charles leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle but firm. âThen perhaps itâs time you learned. For her. For your family.â
Logan stared at him, his chest tight. He wanted to argue, to push back, but the truth of Charlesâs words settled heavy in his gut. Heâd fought so hard to change the future, to make sure you and everyone else had a chance at a better life. Now that it was here, he didnât know how to live in it.
He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. âWhat do I do, Chuck?â
Charles smiled faintly. âYou take it one day at a time, Logan. And you start by going back to her.â
---
You stood in the Professorâs office, your arms crossed, the faint cherry gloss on your lips catching the sunlight through the large windows. You tilted your head slightly, studying Logan as he leaned against the desk, his expression unreadable but tense.
âSoâŚâ you began, your voice soft but steady, âyouâre from a different timeline? One where none of this happened?â
Logan exhaled heavily, running a hand through his unruly hair. âYeah, sweetheart. Thatâs about the size of it.â
Your gaze flicked between him and Charles, who sat calmly behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him. âAnd in that timelineâŚâ you hesitated, your voice faltering slightly. âWhat happened to me?â
Loganâs jaw tightened, his eyes briefly darting away from yours before he forced himself to meet your gaze. The weight of his memories hung between you, unspoken but palpable.
âYou didnât make it,â he admitted, his voice low and gravelly.
The room felt colder, the air heavier as his words settled over you. You shifted slightly, gripping your own arms as if to steady yourself.
âBut not this time,â Charles interjected gently, his calm voice breaking the silence. âThis timeline is different, Y/N. You survived, as did many others who didnât in Loganâs original timeline.â
You turned to Charles, your brow furrowing. âHow? How is that even possible? Timelines arenât just malleableââ
âThey are when someone like Kitty Pryde is involved,â Charles replied, his tone steady but kind. âLogan changed the future, which altered the past. But it seems his mind retained the memories of his original timeline when he was brought back.â
You looked at Logan, your head spinning as you tried to wrap your mind around what they were telling you. âSo⌠youâre saying that everything I rememberâall the years weâve been together, raising Gabby and Lauraâtheyâre real, but to you, theyâreâŚâ
âNew,â Logan finished for you. He pushed off the desk, his hands going to his hips as he paced the room. âTo me, darlinâ, thisââ he gestured vaguely at the mansion around him, ââthis is all brand new. The last thing I remember before waking up this morning was beinâ in 1973, tryinâ to stop Mystique from killinâ Trask.â
Your lips parted, but no words came out. The Logan standing before you was so familiar, yet so⌠not. He was the same man youâd spent decades with, and yet he wasnât.
âYouâre still you,â you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Logan stopped pacing, turning to look at you. His gaze softened slightly, the hard edges of his frustration melting away. âYeah,â he said gruffly. âStill me.â
âBut you donât remember Gabby or Laura,â you said, a pang of sadness creeping into your voice. âYou donât remember us.â
Loganâs expression twisted with guilt. âNo, sweetheart,â he admitted. âNot the way I should. But Iâm tryinâ. I swear to you, Iâm gonna figure this out.â
You stepped closer to him, your glasses sliding slightly down your nose as you looked up into his eyes. âYouâre not alone in this, Logan,â you said softly. âWeâll figure it out together.â
He stared at you, his throat tightening at the unwavering trust in your eyes. Slowly, he reached out, his large hand brushing against yours before taking it fully. âThanks, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice rough but sincere.
Charles cleared his throat gently, drawing your attention. âThe bond you two share has persisted across lifetimes,â he said. âIt is not surprising that it remains strong, even now.â
You glanced back at Logan, your fingers still entwined with his. âI guess itâs just one more thing weâve survived together,â you said with a faint smile.
Loganâs lips quirked upward, just barely. âYeah,â he said. âGuess so.â
But as the three of you stood there, Logan couldnât shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a much bigger challenge. For now, though, he let himself hold onto your hand, grounding himself in the one constant heâd always known: you.
---
Laura stared across the table at Logan, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of his face as if she were trying to find something different, something off. Meanwhile, Gabbyâs bright voice filled the dining room.
âAnd then, they just grow back their limbs! Like, if an axolotl loses a leg or even its tail, itâs all, poof! Fixed!â Gabby made an exaggerated explosion motion with her hands, her fork clattering against her plate. âIsnât that cool, Daddy?â
Logan blinked, dragging himself out of his thoughts. âUh, yeah, kid. Real cool.â His voice was gruff but softer than usual as he glanced at her. Gabby beamed, apparently satisfied with his half-hearted response, and took another bite of her pancake.
âDad doesnât even know what an axolotl is,â Laura said flatly, her gaze never leaving him.
Gabby gasped, scandalized. âLaura! Of course he does! Heâs Daddy! He knows everything!â
Logan scratched the back of his neck, an awkward chuckle slipping out. âWell, I wouldnât say everythingâŚâ
Laura narrowed her eyes slightly, leaning back in her chair. âYouâre acting weird.â
âLaura,â you said gently, walking into the room with a cup of coffee in hand. You leaned against the doorway, your glasses slipping down your nose just a touch as you looked at your daughter. âBe nice.â
âSheâs not wrong,â Logan muttered under his breath, but you caught it and shot him a warning look.
Laura crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. âHe didnât even laugh at Gabbyâs joke about Momâs coffee yesterday. Thatâs how you know somethingâs wrong.â
You hid your smile behind your mug. âTo be fair, it wasnât a great joke, Gabby.â
âIt was hilarious!â Gabby protested, slapping her hands on the table for emphasis.
âSure, sweetie,â you said with a chuckle, walking over to Logan. Your hand found his shoulder as you leaned down slightly. âWhy donât you two finish breakfast? Weâll be right back.â
Logan shot you a look but didnât argue as you guided him out of the room, your hand lingering on his arm for a moment before you let go. You didnât stop until you were in the hallway, far enough from the dining room that the girls couldnât hear you.
âYouâre gonna have to stop looking like a deer in headlights every time Gabby says something,â you said quietly, your tone soft but firm. âSheâs going to figure it out if you keep that up.â
Logan let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall. âIâm tryinâ, sweetheart. Itâs justâŚâ He trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
âOverwhelming?â you finished for him.
âYeah. That.â He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes meeting yours. âI donât know how to do this. Any of this. I donât remember gettinâ married or havinâ kids. And now, Iâve got a eleven-year-old givinâ me the third degree and a five-year-old who thinks I hung the moon.â
âTheyâre your daughters, Logan,â you said softly. âAnd they adore you. Just⌠be yourself. Youâve always been a good dad to them. That hasnât changed.â
Logan looked at you, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and determination. âAnd you?â
âWhat about me?â you asked, tilting your head slightly.
âHow do I do right by you?â His voice was low, the vulnerability in it catching you off guard.
You stepped closer, your hand brushing his. âYouâre already doinâ it,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âWeâll figure this out together. Just like we always do.â
He let out a low huff, leaning his side against the wall, âwell, if I have to hear one more word about an axolotl and their gills, I might lose it.â
You leaned into the wall, mimicking Loganâs stance, your lips twitching upward as you adjusted your glasses. âActually, axolotls have both gills and lungs, so they can breathe underwater and directly from the air. But they rely on their gills more than their lungs because theyâre primarily aquatic. Oh, and their gills are those frilly things you see sticking out of their necksâexternal gills, which are super rare in vertebratesâŚâ
Loganâs eyebrows rose slowly, and a wry grin began to tug at the corner of his mouth as your words spilled out faster than you seemed to realize.
âAnd did you know,â you continued, your voice picking up slightly as you adjusted your glasses again, âthey stay in a juvenile state their whole lives? Itâs called neoteny, andââ
Logan finally let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âAlright, darlinâ, I get it. Youâre where Gabby gets it from.â
You paused mid-ramble, your brow furrowing as you looked up at him. âGets what?â
âThe whole talk a mile a minute about stuff that makes the rest of us feel like idiots thing,â he teased, his tone gruff but warm. âShe starts goinâ on about somethinâ, anâ itâs like watchinâ a little tornado of facts. Now I know where she gets it.â
Your cheeks flushed slightly, a mix of amusement and bashfulness flashing across your face. âI donât talk that much.â
Logan arched a brow, his grin widening just a touch. âSure, sweetheart. Keep tellinâ yourself that.â
You huffed, pushing lightly against his chest with the back of your hand, though your lips tugged into a reluctant smile. âYouâre impossible.â
âYeah, but youâre still stuck with me,â he teased, his tone laced with an unexpected softness.
For a moment, you both stood there in the hallway, the din of breakfast chatter echoing faintly behind the door. Loganâs eyes lingered on you, the faint cherry gloss on your lips catching his attention again as sunlight streamed in through the nearby window.
âI really mean it, darlinâ,â Logan said after a beat, his voice dipping into something deeper. âYouâve got no idea how much I appreciate you holdinâ this together. All thisâŚâ He gestured vaguely, his expression faltering for a second. âItâs a lot to take in.â
Your smile softened, and you reached for his hand instinctively. âWeâve been through worse, Logan. Together. We always find a way.â
Loganâs gaze dropped to your intertwined hands, the touch grounding him. âYeah,â he murmured. âAlways.â
Before the moment could settle further, Scott and Jean walked past the two of you, entering the kitchen. You grabbed Loganâs hand, âcâmon, I want you to see somethinâ.â
You pulled Logan to the doorway of the kitchen, motioning for him to stay quiet. His brow furrowed, but he didnât resist as he leaned slightly into the frame beside you, peeking into the room. Scott was at the counter, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, while Jean stood nearby, polishing an apple against her sleeve.
âWhy are we standinâ here likeââ Logan began, but you held up a finger to shush him.
âWait for it,â you murmured, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
From behind the island, Gabby and Laura crouched in near-perfect silence. Gabbyâs face was alight with glee as Laura whispered instructions, holding a small device that looked suspiciously like something Jones might have helped them cobble together.
Logan squinted. âWhat the hell are theyââ
âShh!â you hissed, suppressing a grin as Laura pressed a button on the device.
The coffee maker on the counter suddenly sputtered and hissed, steam pouring out in dramatic bursts as it began to shake. Scott froze mid-sip, frowning at the machine.
âWhat theââ Scott leaned in cautiously, placing his mug down.
With a loud pop, a stream of glitter shot out from the coffee maker, spraying directly onto Scottâs chest and face. His entire upper body sparkled in gold and silver flecks as he stumbled back, coughing in surprise.
Gabby popped up from behind the counter, arms thrown in the air triumphantly. âSuccess!â
Laura stood beside her, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. âGlitter bomb: 100% effective.â
Logan stared, wide-eyed, as Scott wiped at his face in a futile attempt to rid himself of the glitter. âGirls,â Scott said, his voice low and measured in a tone that suggested he was summoning all of his patience, âwhat did I say about tamperinâ with the coffee maker?â
Gabby, undeterred, pointed at him dramatically. âYou said donât do it. But you never said we couldnât improve it.â
Jean bit into her apple, turning slightly away to hide her laughter behind a hand.
âYou let them do this?â Scott asked, glaring at her.
âI let them? Scott, theyâre your nieces,â Jean said smoothly, not bothering to hide the amusement in her tone.
âTheyâre your nieces too!â Scott protested, but Jean just shrugged, taking another bite of her apple.
Logan let out a low chuckle beside you, shaking his head. âTheyâre somethinâ else.â
You grinned, nudging him lightly with your elbow. âTheyâre just like you.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âOh, you know exactly what it means,â you teased. âYouâre as much of a troublemaker as they are. Donât think I havenât seen the pranks youâve pulled.â
âPranks? Me?â Loganâs expression feigned innocence, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. âSweetheart, I donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
âRight,â you drawled, clearly unconvinced. âYouâve just coincidentally passed on all your mischief genes to Laura and Gabby?â
Logan let out a soft laugh, his gaze flicking back to the kitchen where Gabby was now dancing around Scott, singing, âUncle Scott is the glitter king!â at the top of her lungs.
Laura crossed her arms, clearly pleased with her handiwork. âDonât worry. Itâs biodegradable glitter,â she said in a tone that suggested she didnât actually care about Scottâs glitter predicament but wanted to seem magnanimous.
Scott groaned, his voice rising in frustration. âYou two better clean this up. And my shirt. And myââ He gestured vaguely at his glitter-covered face.
Gabby giggled. âSure, Uncle Scott. Right after breakfast.â
Scott turned to Jean for backup, but she just shrugged again. âYouâll be fine, Scott. Youâve been through worse.â
âNot worse than this,â Scott muttered darkly, picking at a gold fleck on his visor.
You stifled another laugh as Logan crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with an almost paternal fondness. âThey really only prank Summers?â
You nodded, grinning. âEvery time. Jeanâs always off-limits, but Scott? Fair game. Laura says it builds his character.â
Logan shook his head, still smiling. âKidâs got my sense of humor, all right.â
âSee?â you said, leaning closer to him. âTheyâre just like you.â
Logan glanced down at you, his expression softening as his gaze lingered. âGuess Iâve got a lot to live up to, huh?â
âYou already do,â you said quietly, your hand brushing against his. âMore than you know.â
Before Logan could respond, Gabbyâs excited voice interrupted. âMommy! Daddy! Did you see? Uncle Scottâs a walking disco ball!â
You turned just as Gabby bolted toward you both, her small arms outstretched. Logan instinctively crouched to catch her as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âDid you like it, Daddy?â Gabby asked, her face bright with anticipation.
Logan hesitated, his arms tightening slightly around her as he glanced at you for guidance. You smiled, nodding almost imperceptibly.
âYeah, kid,â Logan said finally, his voice gruff but warm. âYou got him good.â
Gabby beamed, hugging him tighter before pulling back to look at him. âLaura says we should do water balloons next time. But I think paint bombs would be cooler.â
Logan chuckled, standing with her still in his arms. âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves, Gabby.â
Gabby laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. You watched the two of them, your chest tightening at the sight of Logan holding her so naturally, even if his memories of her werenât there yet.
Logan caught your eye, his expression unreadable but intense, as if he were trying to piece together the life he couldnât remember but was already a part of.
For now, you just smiled, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. âCome on,â you said softly. âLetâs get back in there before Scott recruits you to clean up his glitter.â
Logan let out a low chuckle, his grip on Gabby firm as he followed you back into the kitchen, the warmth of the moment settling around the three of you like a quiet promise.
---
Jean sighed and stepped away, her hands falling from Loganâs temples as she crossed her arms. âIâm sorry, Logan. Thereâs not much else I can do.â
Logan remained seated, his elbows resting on his knees as his hands clenched together. âSo, thatâs it? Nothinâ? Not even a flicker?â
Jeanâs expression softened, but there was a hint of frustration in her voice, more directed at herself than him. âYouâve got a wall in your mind, Logan. One I canât break through without risking your memories now. If I push too hard, I could do more harm than good.â
He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest. âFeels like Iâm livinâ someone elseâs life. Like it ainât mine.â
âYou are living your life,â Jean insisted gently. âThis is you. Youâre just missing⌠the journey that got you here.â
Logan ran a hand down his face, leaning back in the chair. His gaze drifted to the floor, but his thoughts were miles away. He could feel the weight of everythingâthe ring on your hand, the way Gabby called him âdaddy,â Lauraâs quiet smirk when she saw him, the way you looked at him with such love and familiarity. It wasnât foreign; it was right. But it was also wrong because he didnât remember any of it.
Jean knelt beside him, her voice quieter now. âYouâve built something beautiful here, Logan. Something you fought for, even if you canât remember how. Maybe instead of chasing whatâs missing, you should try to live in whatâs here.â
Loganâs jaw tightened, his mind battling with itself. Before he could respond, a voice broke the heavy silence.
âLogan?â Your voice was soft but steady from the doorway.
His head snapped up, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders eased. âHey, darlinâ.â
Jean rose, excusing herself with a subtle nod toward you. As she passed, she gave your arm a gentle squeeze, her own way of offering support, before disappearing down the hall.
You stepped inside, watching Logan closely as you approached. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike my headâs been through the ringer,â he muttered, trying to muster a smirk but failing. âJean couldnât find much.â
You perched on the arm of the chair, your hand instinctively reaching for his shoulder. âItâs okay,â you said softly, your thumb tracing small circles over his flannel. âYou donât have to remember everything all at once.â
He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs just it. I donât remember any of itâmarryinâ you, findinâ Laura, havinâ Gabby. None of itâs mine.â
Your heart ached at the rawness in his voice, but you squeezed his shoulder gently. âIt is yours. Maybe not in the way you think, but itâs yours, Logan. Weâre yours.â
He looked up at you then, his eyes darker, clouded with something you couldnât quite name. âYouâre takinâ this awful well.â
You smiled faintly, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. âI told you when we got married, remember? That no matter what happens, Iâm not going anywhere.â
âDonât remember that, either,â he admitted gruffly, though there was a flicker of warmth in his voice.
âWell,â you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, âlucky for you, I do.â
Loganâs hand came up, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on his shoulder. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his grip spoke volumes.
You brought him into your side, his head resting below your collarbone on your chest, and a small, bittersweet smile crept onto your lips. âItâs kinda ironic if you think about it.â
Loganâs voice was muffled against you, but there was a familiar gruffness to it. âWhat is?â
âThis,â you said softly, one hand brushing through his hair while the other traced idle circles on his shoulder. âYou remember all those lives I donât, and now weâre here, and Iâm the one who remembers⌠but you donât.â
Logan let out a humorless chuckle, his arms tightening around your waist. âYeah, darlinâ, real funny.â
âIronic,â you corrected, the corner of your mouth twitching upward, though the ache in your chest lingered. âNot funny.â
Logan exhaled deeply, his breath warm against your collarbone. âGuess I deserve that, huh? All those times, I remembered you, and now youâre stuck rememberinâ for me.â
You stilled your hand for a moment, then leaned back just enough to make him look at you. His eyes were darker than usual, shadowed with frustration and something deeper you couldnât name. âYou donât deserve this, Logan,â you said firmly. âDonât ever think that.â
He searched your face, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard. âFeels like I do,â he murmured. âEvery time Iâve lost you⌠itâs been my fault somehow. Every damn time. And nowââ He cut himself off, shaking his head as though trying to dislodge the thought.
âAnd now,â you said, finishing for him, âyou havenât lost me.â
Loganâs gaze softened, his thumb brushing unconsciously over the fabric of your shirt where his hand rested on your waist. âNot yet.â
âNot at all,â you said, your voice steady. âYouâve got me, Logan. Iâm right here.â
His lips twitched, but the smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âFor now.â
You sighed, cupping his cheek and guiding his gaze back to yours when it started to drift. âLogan. Stop. Weâve been married for nearly twenty years. I know this is⌠a lot. Itâs a lot for me, too. But you donât have to figure it all out today, or tomorrow, or even next week.â
He huffed a small laugh, his hand moving to rest over yours. âYou always this patient?â
âOnly with you,â you teased gently, though the warmth in your voice was genuine. âSo donât make me regret it.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â he said, and for a moment, his smirk was almost real.
You smiled back, letting the silence settle for a few beats before Loganâs arms tightened around you again, pulling you closer. His head rested against your chest, his body warm and solid against yours, and for a moment, you just held him.
---
Footsteps thundered across the broken ground, and then he was there. Logan dropped to his knees beside you, his hands immediately reaching for you, shaking you gently but urgently. âSweetheart, no, noâopen your eyes,â he pleaded, his voice cracking as his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, searching for signs of life.
Your body was limp in his arms, your chest still, your face losing color.
Loganâs breaths came in short, harsh gasps as he pulled you against him, cradling you like you might slip away entirely if he let go. âY/N,â he whispered, the single word a broken prayer, an unbearable weight of grief choking him. His hands shook as they smoothed over your hair, as though trying to coax you back to him with touch alone.
He didnât notice Ororo land nearby, didnât register her sharp intake of breath as she took in the scene. Her hand came up to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror, but she didnât approach. Behind her, Bobby and Kitty stood frozen, their expressions stricken, but they too stayed back. Even Peter, with his usual strength and calm, had no words.
Logan didnât care that they were there. Didnât care about anything except the motionless weight in his arms. He rocked you slightly, his forehead pressing against yours as his ragged breaths turned into choked sobs. âYou werenât supposed toâdamn it, you werenât supposed to do this,â he growled, his voice breaking as he fought against the tears burning in his eyes. âNot this time. Not again.â
Logan pressed his lips to your forehead, his hands shaking as they cupped your face. âCome on, darlinâ,â he whispered, his voice soft and cracked. âYouâre stronger than this. Youâre too stubborn to leave me. Justâjust come back.â
The others stood frozen, unable to move, unable to interrupt the devastating scene unfolding before them. Ororoâs hand clutched her chest, tears streaking down her face as she turned away, giving Logan what little privacy she could in this moment of unbearable pain.
But Logan didnât notice. He couldnât notice. His world had narrowed to youâthe unbearable stillness of your body, the haunting silence that surrounded you now.
He didnât let go, even as the destruction around them finally began to settle, the last vestiges of Jeanâs power fading into nothingness. His arms tightened around you, his forehead pressing to yours again as he whispered brokenly, âIâm sorry. I couldnât save you. Iâm so damn sorry.â
Time seemed to stand still in the worst possible way. For the first time in his long, painful life, Logan felt completely and utterly powerless. The ring heâd carried for over a century burned like a brand against his chest, a cruel reminder of all the promises heâd never been able to keep.
Logan buried his face against your neck, his voice raw as he whispered, âI was gonna tell you. About the ring. About everything. Youâyou deserved to know.â His thumb brushed over your cheek, as if he could will the life back into you.
He pulled back, his tear-streaked face contorted in anguish as he gazed down at you. âI love you,â he said, his voice breaking on every syllable. âIâve loved you through every lifetime, and Iâll love you in the next one, too. But please, sweetheart, donât make me wait again. Not this time. Please.â
His hands trembled as he touched your cheek again, his thumb brushing over your skin like it might bring you back. âI love you,â he repeated, his voice hoarse. âIâll always love you.â
But you didnât move. Your chest didnât rise. You were gone.
Loganâs breath hitched as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your foreheadâone last desperate, lingering moment of tenderness. When he pulled back, his gaze swept over your still features, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and devastation.
Behind him, Ororo, Bobby, Kitty, and Peter stood at a distance, their faces drawn with grief. None of them moved to intervene. They knew better than to intrude on this moment, on Loganâs anguish.
The air felt impossibly heavy as Logan shifted, gathering your lifeless form into his arms. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though handling something too precious to break further. He cradled you close, his head bowing as he let out a shuddering breath. The others watched as he rose to his feet, every muscle in his body screaming in protest, though he showed no sign of it.
âLoganâŚâ Ororo began softly, stepping forward.
He didnât acknowledge her. His eyes were locked on you, his focus unwavering. Without a word, he turned away, carrying you toward the bridge. There was no Blackbird to take them homeâJeanâs power had obliterated it along with so much elseâbut Logan didnât seem to care about the logistics. His only concern was you.
---
Logan jerked awake, gasping, his body tense and drenched in cold sweat. The dim light of the bedroom barely illuminated his surroundings, but he didnât need it to know where he was. The warmth beside him, the faint scent of your cherry lip gloss lingering in the airâthose were enough to remind him. This was 2023. You were alive.
He turned his head to look at you, his breathing still uneven. You were curled on your side, your glasses resting on the nightstand, your hand loosely clutching the blanket. Peaceful. Alive.
âLogan?â your voice, soft and drowsy, broke the silence. You stirred, sensing his distress even in your half-asleep state. âWhatâs wrong?â
He swallowed hard, running a hand down his face. âNothinâ, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice rough and unconvincing. âGo back to sleep.â
But you sat up anyway, your hair slightly mussed, your gaze focusing on him even without your glasses. âYou had another nightmare, didnât you?â You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âWas it⌠bad?â
Logan closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. He wanted to lie, to brush it off and tell you he was fine, but the weight of the memory still clung to him like a shadow he couldnât shake. âYeah,â he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, you slid closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. âItâs okay,â you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder. âIâm here.â
His body stiffened at first, the vulnerability of the moment making his instincts scream to pull away, but then he let out a shaky breath and folded you into his arms. The solid warmth of you against himâthe weight of your presenceâwas like a lifeline, anchoring him back to the present.
âI dreamed about⌠losinâ you,â he said after a long moment, his voice low and raw. âItâit was like I could feel it happeninâ all over again.â
Your heart ached at the pain in his tone, but you didnât pull back. Instead, you tightened your hold on him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âYou didnât lose me,â you whispered. âIâm right here, Logan.â
His arms tightened around you as though he needed to remind himself you were real. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your face like he was memorizing every detail. His hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
âI gotta hold you,â he said, his voice gruff but almost pleading. âJust let meââ His words faltered, and he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was desperate yet tender, like he was pouring all the fear and love in his heart into the connection.
You kissed him back without hesitation, your hands resting on his chest. But when he pulled back only to kiss you againâthis time slower, deeperâyou pulled away slightly, just enough to catch your breath. âLogan,â you murmured, your voice gentle, âare you sure youâre okay?â
His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. âJust lemme kiss you, please,â he said softly, his voice almost breaking. âNeed to feel you. Need to know youâre here.â
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you nodded, your hands sliding up to cup his face. âIâm here,â you whispered, pressing your lips to his again, reassuring him with every touch that you werenât going anywhere.
Time seemed to stop as you stayed like that, locked in the quiet intimacy of the moment. His hands moved to your waist, holding you securely, while yours stayed on his face, grounding him. Eventually, you pulled back, your noses brushing, your breaths mingling.
âYou wanna talk about it?â you asked softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns along his jawline.
Logan hesitated, his eyes flickering with something raw and unspoken. âNot yet,â he admitted, his voice thick. âJust⌠donât leave me tonight, darlinâ.â
You shook your head, offering him a soft smile despite the emotion welling in your chest. âIâm not going anywhere,â you promised, wrapping your arms around him again.
---
The Blackbird hummed steadily, the low vibration underscoring the tense silence among the team. You glanced toward Logan, his expression hard and unreadable as he stared out the small window. He hadnât said much since takeoff, and you didnât push him. Instead, youâd focused on Jean, who was reviewing the mission details, and Scott, whoâd been unusually quiet.
âI can handle this,â Logan had said when you vouched for him earlier. You hadnât doubted him then, and you didnât now. But Scottâs skepticism hung heavy in the cabin, evident in every glance he shot Loganâs way.
You let out a soft breath and shifted in your seat, nudging Loganâs arm with your elbow. âHey,â you said quietly, leaning in. âYou good?â
Logan turned his head, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. He nodded, though his jaw stayed tight. âYeah, sweetheart. Iâm fine.â
You didnât buy it, but you let it go. For now.
Scottâs voice cut through the tension. âWeâre approaching the drop zone. Everyone stay sharp. This should be quick, but letâs not get sloppy.â
âSloppy?â Logan muttered under his breath. âWe donât do sloppy.â
Scott shot him a look from the cockpit but didnât respond, and you bit back a small smile despite the nerves fluttering in your chest.
---
The mission was supposed to be simple. Extract intel, neutralize threats, and get out. But as usual, things didnât go as planned.
The team moved as a unit through the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, the dim lighting casting long shadows that danced with every flicker of movement. Logan was at the front, claws out, his senses leading the way. You stayed close, your focus split between him and the others.
âJean, you got eyes on the server room?â Scottâs voice crackled through the comms.
âAbout twenty meters ahead,â Jean replied, her voice calm despite the rising tension.
Loganâs claws retracted with a snikt as he held up a hand, signaling everyone to stop. His nose twitched, and his head tilted slightly. âSomethingâs off,â he murmured, his voice low.
Before anyone could ask what, the ground beneath your feet rumbled, and the corridor ahead exploded in a burst of heat and light. You stumbled back, shielding your face, as alarms blared throughout the facility.
âDamn it!â Scott barked. âItâs a trap!â
Logan was already moving, his claws gleaming as he launched himself toward the first wave of attackers. âGet to the server room!â he shouted over his shoulder. âIâll clear the way!â
âLogan, waitââ But he was gone, a blur of fury and precision as he tore through the enemy.
You exchanged a quick glance with Jean and Ororo before taking off in the opposite direction with them. The mission had gone sideways, but there was no time to panic. Focus was key.
---
You werenât sure how long it had beenâminutes? Hours? The battle had stretched into chaos, and every step felt like a fight to stay alive. You found yourself separated from the others, the air thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood.
Your powers buzzed beneath your skin, a familiar warning. Youâd been careful not to overuse them, knowing the toll it took, but the situation left you little choice. Cornered by a group of heavily armed soldiers, you raised your hands, time itself seeming to shudder as you concentrated.
The soldiers froze mid-step, their weapons hanging suspended in the air. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you pushed harder, distorting the flow of time around you. The strain was immediate, your body protesting as you manipulated the anomaly.
âY/N!â Loganâs voice cut through the haze, rough and urgent. He appeared out of the smoke, his claws dripping red. His eyes widened when he saw you, the flickering distortion around you making it clear you were at your limit.
âIâm fine,â you said, though your voice was strained. âGo help the others.â
âLike hell,â Logan growled, rushing to your side. His hand gripped your arm firmly but gently. âStop this. Youâre gonna tear yourself apart.â
âI can handle it,â you insisted, though your knees buckled slightly under the weight of your own power.
Logan didnât argue. Instead, he scooped you up with a gentleness that belied his strength, cradling you against his chest. The anomaly wavered, then shattered, the soldiers collapsing as time resumed. But the damage was done.
As the world around you stabilized, you felt a strange, disorienting pull in your mindâlike something had snapped and splintered all at once.
Logan froze mid-step, a strangled noise escaping his throat. His grip on you tightened as his body went rigid, his breathing shallow and erratic.
âLogan?â you murmured, your voice weak. âWhatâs wrong?â
He didnât answer. Couldnât. His eyes darted wildly as memories surged through his mindâmemories that didnât belong to the man heâd been moments ago.
A wedding. Your smile, brighter than the sun, as you held his hands. The weight of the gold ring heâd finally placed on your finger after lifetimes of waiting.
Laughter. Lauraâs tiny hands clutching his shirt as he carried her on his shoulders, her giggles echoing through the halls of the mansion. Gabbyâs wide grin as she showed him a picture sheâd drawn of the four of youâher family.
Peace. The quiet nights on the porch, your head resting on his shoulder as the stars twinkled overhead.
Love.
A life.
A family.
Logan stumbled, dropping to his knees as the memories overwhelmed him. They were vivid and unrelenting, a rush of emotion and experience that left him gasping for air.
Your hands trembled as you knelt beside Logan, panic bubbling in your chest. His body shook, his breaths coming in sharp, shallow gasps. You reached out, gripping his shoulders. âLogan! Pleaseâwhatâs wrong? Talk to me!â
He didnât respond. His eyes were wide and unfocused, darting as though he was watching something invisible and overwhelming. His claws had retracted, his hands pressed flat to the ground like he was trying to anchor himself.
âLoganâŚâ Your voice cracked, tears blurring your vision. âIâm sorryâI donât know what I didâplease, just say something.â
His breath hitched sharply, and he finally looked at you, though his gaze was distant, almost haunted. âI⌠I canâtââ His voice was rough, fractured, as though he was choking on the words. âItâs⌠I remember.â
You froze. The blood roaring in your ears was nearly deafening. âWhat do you mean? Remember what?â
Logan shook his head as if trying to clear it, but his face was pale, his features twisted with a mix of disbelief and something rawâgrief? Love? Fear? You couldnât tell.
âItâs us.â His hands reached for you instinctively, his calloused palms cupping your face. âI see you. I seeâŚâ His words faltered, and his gaze flickered like he was staring into a memory you couldnât reach. âThe wedding. Laura. Gabby. God, darlinâ, I see all of it. I feel it.â
Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat. âYou remember this life?â you whispered, your hands resting on his wrists.
Loganâs eyes, normally so sharp and guarded, now brimmed with something far more vulnerableâtears threatening to spill as his gaze bore into yours. âYeah,â he rasped, his voice rough, choked. âNot just bits and pieces⌠all of it.â
Tears continued to blur your vision as you searched his face, struggling to process his words. His hands stayed on your face, steady even though they were trembling slightly, and his eyes darted over yours like he was trying to memorize every detail, afraid you might vanish if he looked away for even a second.
âLoganâŚâ Your voice wavered, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest. âYou⌠remember everything?â
He nodded, the movement jerky, uncoordinated. âYeah. Every damn thing,â he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. âI remember⌠us. Our life. Laura. Gabby. The day I put this ring on your finger.â His thumb brushed against the gold band on your left hand, his expression flickering between awe and devastation. âI remember it all, darlinâ. And itâs like Iâve been livinâ two lives at once.â
Your heart twisted, torn between relief and worry. Relief that he was remembering the life youâd built togetherâyour family, your homeâbut worry because you knew what this meant for him. Logan wasnât just remembering. He was reconciling two lifetimes, one full of loss and pain, and one where heâd finally found peace.
You cupped his face now, your hands trembling against his rough, stubbled cheeks. âLogan,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the fight still raging in the facility. âYouâre here. Youâre with me. With us. And thatâs all that matters.â
His eyes stayed locked on yours, and you could see the storm of emotions swirling behind themâgrief, guilt, love, hope. âItâs real,â he said, almost like he needed to hear it to believe it. âThis⌠all of it⌠itâs real. I didnât lose you this time.â
âNo,â you murmured, tears spilling freely now. âYou didnât lose me. Youâve got me, Logan. Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His hands tightened ever so slightly on your face, his forehead lowering until it rested gently against yours. His breath hitched, and you felt the faintest tremor run through him. âI lost you six times, sweetheart. Six times. I held you in my arms while youââ His voice broke, and he sucked in a sharp breath like he was trying to keep himself together. âI canât⌠I canât lose you again. I wonât.â
âYou wonât,â you said firmly, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. âYou wonât, Logan. This is our life. Our family. And youâre not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever.â
For a long moment, the two of you just stayed like that, kneeling on the cold floor in the middle of a war zone, holding on to each other like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Finally, Logan spoke again, his voice quieter now, though no less weighted. âI donât know how to do this,â he admitted, his tone raw. âI remember us, but I donât⌠I donât feel like the man you married. I donât feel like Laura and Gabbyâs dad.â
Your heart ached at his words, but you held his gaze, your own resolve strengthening. âYou are the man I married,â you said softly but firmly. âYouâre the same Logan whoâs been by my side for twenty years, whoâs been an amazing father to Laura and Gabby, whoâs built this life with me. I know it doesnât feel that way right now, but it will. Youâll remember not just with your head, but with your heart, too. I promise.â
He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling shakily before nodding. âI hope youâre right, darlinâ,â he murmured. âBecause I donât wanna screw this up.â
âYou wonât,â you assured him. âWeâll figure it out together.â
Another explosion sounded in the distance, and Loganâs head whipped around, his instincts kicking in. âWe gotta move,â he said gruffly, helping you to your feet. âYou okay to walk?â
âIâm fine,â you said, though your legs wobbled slightly as the adrenaline began to wear off. Logan steadied you with a hand on your waist, his touch firm but careful.
âLetâs find the others,â he said, his voice steadying as he slipped back into mission mode. But before you could take a step, he stopped, turning back to you. His hand cupped your cheek again, his eyes soft but serious. âI love you,â he said, the words rough but filled with conviction. âI just⌠I needed to say it.â
Your breath caught, but you smiled, leaning into his touch. âI love you, too,â you said, your voice trembling with emotion. âAlways.â
He nodded once, then released you, his claws sliding out with a familiar snikt. âStay close,â he said, his tone low and protective as he led the way down the corridor. And though the chaos of the mission loomed ahead, you felt a flicker of hopeâbecause no matter what, you were facing it together.
---
Once back at the mansion, the first things you saw were Laura and Gabby standing by Rogue, waiting for the others to clear the jet before you and Logan stepped off.
Gabby was the first to make a move, walking at a brisk pace until Logan finished climbing down the stairs and kneeled down, âcâmere princess.â
She let out a happy squeal and ran the rest of the way, launching herself into Loganâs arms. âYou havenât called me that in ages!â
Laura walked over to the three of you, giving you a short hug from the side, âweeks, Gabby, weeks.â
Gabby removed herself from Loganâs chest, turning to face her sister, âthatâs ages Laura!â
Laura crossed her arms, her eyebrow arched in exaggerated disbelief. âItâs weeks, Gabby. Donât be so dramatic.â
Logan chuckled, low and gravelly, still kneeling on the hangar floor. His hands rested lightly on Gabbyâs shoulders as she spun back around to look at him, her big, expressive eyes narrowing in mock irritation.
âWell, sheâs right about one thing,â Logan said, ruffling Gabbyâs hair. âI havenât been callinâ you âprincessâ like I should.â
Gabby beamed, throwing her arms around his neck again. âItâs okay, Daddy. I forgive you!â
Behind them, you stood near the ramp, watching the scene with a mix of relief and warmth. Logan caught your eye over Gabbyâs shoulder, his gaze softening as it locked on yours. For a moment, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.
Lauraâs voice broke the spell. âYouâre forgiven this time,â she said with a teasing smirk as she stepped closer. âBut Gabbyâs gonna milk it for at least a week. Donât say I didnât warn you.â
Logan straightened, a hand resting on Gabbyâs back as he looked at Laura with that gruff, fatherly affection heâd perfected. âYeah, well, I reckon I can handle that.â
Gabby grinned triumphantly, glancing between her sister and her dad. âSee? Told you Iâm his favorite.â
Logan groaned, shaking his head as he rose to his feet, lifting Gabby effortlessly in his arms. âDonât start that, kiddo. I got room for both of you troublemakers.â
Gabby giggled, but Laura rolled her eyes. âNice save, Dad.â
You chuckled softly, stepping forward now that the moment felt a little less overwhelming. âAlright, you two,â you said, your voice warm but firm. âLetâs get inside. Everyoneâs probably waiting, and your dad looks like he could use a break.â
Logan gave you a small, appreciative smile, one that lingered longer than usual, like he was drinking in every detail of you standing there. He shifted Gabby to his hip and reached out with his free hand, his calloused fingers brushing yours briefly as you both turned toward the mansion.
The walk back was filled with Gabbyâs chatter, Lauraâs sarcastic commentary, and Loganâs occasional grunt of amusement. But as the four of you crossed the threshold into the warmth of the mansion, you could feel the shift in Loganâa quiet resolve mixed with the raw emotion still simmering beneath the surface.
Once the girls were out of earshot, you tugged gently on Loganâs sleeve, pulling him aside into the quieter hallway. His brows furrowed slightly, but he let you guide him, his hand instinctively finding its way to your waist.
âLogan,â you started softly, looking up at him as the distant echoes of the mansionâs activity faded. âAre you okay?â
Loganâs jaw tensed, his eyes searching yours as though weighing his answer. The soft glow of the mansionâs lights illuminated his face, highlighting the exhaustion and turmoil etched into his features. He let out a low sigh, the sound heavy with emotion, before his hand slid from your waist to cradle the side of your face.
âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice rough but honest. âItâs like... Iâve been livinâ someone elseâs life for weeks. Like it was mine but not mine, ya know? And nowâŚâ He paused, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek, his brow furrowing. âNow itâs all there. Every moment. Every damn thing. I remember our girls, our wedding, us. And itâs... itâs real. But it feels like it shouldnât be. Like itâs a dream Iâm gonna wake up from any second.â
Your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. You reached up, covering his hand with yours, grounding him. âItâs not a dream, Logan. This is real. Weâre real. Laura and Gabby are real. Youâre their dad, my husband, and the man whoâs been by my side through everythinâ. Youâve got us, and weâve got you.â
His eyes softened, but there was still a shadow of doubt lingering in them. âFeels like Iâve been walkinâ around with a piece missinâ, and now itâs slammed back into place all at once. Itâs almost too much.â
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. His heart thundered beneath your ear, fast and unsteady, but his arms came around you like they always had, holding you tightly. âYou donât have to figure it all out tonight,â you murmured. âWeâll take it one step at a time. Together.â
Logan buried his face in your hair, his breath hitching as he clung to you. âI missed this,â he said, so quietly you almost didnât catch it. âEven when I didnât know what I was missinâ, I missed this.â
You smiled against his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt. âYouâre home now,â you whispered. âThatâs what matters.â
He nodded against you, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. âYouâre somethinâ else, ya know that?â he said, his lips twitching into a faint, almost self-conscious smile. âDonât deserve you.â
âYouâre wrong,â you said firmly, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. âWe deserve each other. And we deserve this life weâve built. It hasnât been perfect, Logan, but itâs ours. And itâs worth every fight.â
Loganâs hand slid to the small of your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles there. His gaze held yours for a long moment before he dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. âThanks, darlinâ,â he murmured. âFor not givinâ up on me.â
âNever,â you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips. âNow, letâs get back to the girls. Theyâll probably think weâre plotting something if weâre gone too long.â
Logan huffed a quiet laugh, the sound easing some of the tension in his expression. âYeah, donât need Gabby cominâ up with some wild theory about why weâre takinâ our time.â
You chuckled, threading your fingers through his as you began walking back toward the living area. âSheâd have us starring in some kind of superhero soap opera.â
âKidâs got a hell of an imagination,â Logan muttered, though there was unmistakable fondness in his tone.
As the two of you reached the living room, Laura and Gabby looked up from the couch where they were sprawled out with popcorn and a movie on the screen. Gabbyâs face lit up when she saw you, and she patted the spot next to her enthusiastically. âCâmon, Daddy! We saved you a seat!â
Logan glanced at you, his lips quirking in a small, grateful smile. âThink I better take her up on that,â he murmured.
âYou better,â you teased, giving him a nudge. âIâll grab some drinks and join you.â
He squeezed your hand once before letting go, striding over to settle between his daughters. Gabby immediately curled up against him, and Laura leaned over to steal a piece of his popcorn, earning a mock growl from him.
As you watched the three of them together, laughter bubbling up from the couch, you felt a deep sense of peace settle over you. Logan might still be navigating the storm in his mind, but he was here. And with time, you knew heâd come to fully embrace the life heâd found again.
and it's a happy ever after!!
this was meant to be much shorter. actually, i originally wasn't going to include logan getting his memories back and just make that into a bonus chapter but i couldn't stand it. if it's gonna be a happy ever after i had to go all the way.
and i have i have an idea of how they found laura that does not involve the logan movie. cause, no, no, no, they are getting their happy ending.
with that in mind, again, if anyone is interested in reading about how reader and logan got married, found laura, had gabby, let me know! or, if you have any ideas of stories you want me to tell with reader and logan don't be afraid to ask! (i might have already started writing for the alternate timeline...)
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Wait up for you . EE
pairings: emily engstler x reader
synopsis: sheâs an early bird, youâre a night owlâŚbut she also refuses to sleep until you agree to go to bed with her
A/N: this sounded a lot better in my head, but i fear it came out terrible lol, also this was a request that i lost somewhere in the inbox so apologies if that was you!!

âhow many more pages left?â emily asked, voice muffled by her pillow. she was laid flat on her stomach, eyes fighting to stay open as her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt.
it was well into the early hours of the morning by now-moonlight creeping into your shared bedroom, crickets chirping loudly outside. it was your favorite time of day, when the world had gone silent and it was just you (and your lovely girlfriend) with no interruptions. life was always busy for the two of you, with work and your education and with emilyâs career, and it left you with little time to have a few hours of peace. so tonight, after working a double and taking your last final for the semester, you allowed yourself some time to unwind and read.
emily had been out with her team for the majority of the night, eventually coming home to see you tucked under the duvet of your bed and propped up against the headboard. you were quite the night owl, she knew, always expecting you to be busy with something when she got home. whether that be reading, watching a new show, or doing some random craft youâd seen on tiktok that you convinced yourself you could nail first try. it made her smile as she walked through the door, watching your eyes flicker across the pages rapidly. but whilst she loved your wakeful nature, she often found it difficult to keep up with.
emily was almost the exact opposite of you, in a way, going to bed earlier than most and getting up hours before you for practice. she was the sun and you were the moon. she didnât mind that you stayed up late except for the fact the she truly couldnât sleep without you. ever since moving in together, she found it harder and harder to go to bed alone. she craved the weight of your head on her chest, the silent snores that would occasionally fall from your lips throughout the night. so sheâd wait up every night for you, finding something to keep herself busy until you were ready to finally fall asleep.
âi donât know, babeâ you hummed, trying to focus on the paragraph you were on. you were hoping to finish your book by tonight, but your particularly needy girlfriend was making it near impossible with her small interruptions âmaybe like 35âŚ40?â
â40?!â emily groaned, turning her head away from you and letting about a dramatic sigh. she didnât know how much longer she could stand.
âemily, you can go to bed!â you laughed and set the book down on your lap, reaching over to gently caress her arm âyouâve had a long night, you need some restâ
âi canât believe you just said thatâ she joked, rolling over onto her back, a calloused hand coming up to rub her jaw. she looked up at you with half lidded eyes and a lopsided grin on her face âi wanna wait up for you, you know thatâ
you bit back a smile. your heart swelled knowing that she loved you this much. but it also made you feel so unbelievably guilty some nights, that she was missing sleep just because of you. on several occasions you would beg her to go to sleep in fear that she would wake up cranky and exhausted and barely make it through the day, but she was more than insistent on waiting.
âi know,â you sighed âi just donât want you to be tired sâallâ
she rolled her eyes, scooting down the bed to wrap a strong arm around your torso. her head came to rest against your hip as she kissed the exposed skin of your thigh.
âiâd rather be tired every single day than go to bed without youâ
you chuckled under your breathe, shaking your head slightly. she was impossible to resist. emily squeezed you tightly as she felt your stomach expand in laughter, fingers sneaking their way under your shirt to brush against your smooth skin.
âyouâre so cute, emâ
âcute enough for you to finish the book tomorrow and go to bed with me?â she tilted her head up, hopeful for your compliance. her lips formed a small pout which earned a playfully disappointed look from you.
âyouâre so lucky i love youâ you put the bookmark back into its spot in your book, placing it somewhere on your cluttered night stand. emily instantly moved off of your lap to lay back on her side of the bed, arms opening wide for you to slide into.
you accepted her embrace as you finally settled into bed, allowing emilyâs large body to envelop your own. she pulled the blanket up over your shoulders once you were comfortable, making sure you were tucked in just the way you liked. your head found solace underneath her chin, chest pressed against hers. it was like the muscle memory, the way the two of you blended into each other as the night grew darker. her body relaxed as your weight pressed into her, hearing your heart beat slow.
âmmm, i love you tooâ she placed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. now satisfied, she let her eyes close completely. sheâd wait for hours just to have these moments with you âgânight, babyâ
âgoodnight, emâ you muttered before finally drifting off to sleep.
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