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what you know - ch3: grade a(sshole) || r. sukuna
⌠ryomen sukuna x f!reader [college au] [ongoing series]
â you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. â
⌠cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. implied injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. anxiety. tags will be updated as series continues.
⌠additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.
⌠words ; 12.1k.
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The sounds of metal clanging and engines revving are somehow more grating than usual as Sukuna hangs the phone back on the wall. His head rests against the smooth surface beside the phone and he lets out a deep sigh, thankful you canât see the frustration strewn across his face. Of fucking course Uraumeâs in class right now and really, why had he ever expected his uncle to pick up? If he were good for anything, Sukuna wouldnât be a parent to his siblings while in college.
âRyomen! I need a hand!â
He rolls his shoulders in an effort to relieve the tension in his body from having no other choice but to call you, the source of all of his problems as of late, before pushing off the wall. He doesnât say a word as he makes his way to his colleague, ignoring the manâs questioning. Just like everyone else in his life, his colleague doesnât need to know anything about him.
The day drags on for Sukuna. Heâs sluggish and worn out, covered in a sheen of sweat and grease and he can feel the oil he accidentally combed through his hair without thinking while speaking on the phone with you.
And then thereâs you. Why the fuck wonât you leave his head? Why the fuck did he have to loosen and re-tighten the bolts on a set of tires because the thought of you had distracted him so much heâd tightened them a few too many times? Why had he done it on multiple tires?
As the day wraps up and he leaves the shop, the cool night air is welcome on his skin. He lets out a sigh as he begins to walk home, running a hand through his tousled hair once again. The feeling of oil coating his bare hand leaves him with a scowl and he wipes it on his coveralls, but they have enough grease on them that it hardly helps. His lip curls in disgust as he shoves his hands into his pockets, staring at the sidewalk as he makes his way back to his apartment.
The walk is too short to deliberate what the hell heâs even gonna say to you when he knows for a fact he owes you. Again. Yet thatâs hardly the issue, when he knows he hurt you when he saw you last and now here he is asking for a favor. Fuck, how it pisses him off.
His hand pauses over his front door before he knows it, letting out a sigh as he unlocks the door and pushes through. Heâs met immediately with the sight of you, dressed in a skirt and a beige knit sweater sitting on the couch. He goes to drop his keys on the table beside the door but pauses before they can clatter on the wood as he realizes Choso is sound asleep on top of you.
He sucks in a sharp breath, meeting your gaze. The world seems to hold its breath as you both stare at one another, completely silent.
âHey,â your voice is smaller than you intended as you decide to break the tense silence. Sukunaâs piercing gaze flickers between you and Choso before he finally shuts the door behind him, his expression unreadable.
âThey fell asleep?â He grunts.
Grimacing as he blatantly ignores your greeting, you nod. âYeah. Choso wanted one more movie, but-â you pause, casting a glance at the young boy. âHe didnât make it long.â
Sukuna takes a step forward to look at the TV, quietly playing The Iron Giant. âThatâs his favorite.â
You nod slowly, but your eyes never once leave Sukuna. He looks tired as ever again, like he hasnât had a break in a long time, but you know better than to offer help now. That, and the way he hurt you still hangs over your head even if you arenât upset with him.
âHe really likes sad movies,â you comment in an effort to cut through the tension in the air, but it hardly helps, enveloping you in its grasp once more.
A puff of air leaves Sukunaâs nose in an acknowledging laugh. âYou watched The Land Before Time didnât ya?â Thereâs a hint of a smile on his face that you mirror back at him despite the lingering unease.
âAnd Pokemon.â
Sukunaâs brow raises as he nods. âYeah. Dunno why, heâs always liked those three.â
In an attempt to lighten the mood, you offer a teasing smirk. âMaybe he takes after you. These are all your movies, arenât they?â
Sukuna looks between the TV and you again, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. Staring down at his hand that he forgot was covered in oil, he huffs at the realization that itâs now on his face. âThey were,â he mindlessly answers, turning back towards you. He gently sets his keys on the table, noting the fact that you have a little smirk and are very obviously staring where he just wiped his hand. Yeah, he has oil on his forehead. âDâya mind staying while I shower? Iâll be ten minutes. Iâll carry Cho to his room after.â
âThatâs fine, you could use a showe-â
âShut- your mouth, Prom Queen,â he quietly hisses, his tone lacking the aggravation of someone truly frustrated.
You shoot him a small smile, laughing quietly as a semblance of normalcy finally returns. When he kicks off his shoes and pads quietly further into the apartment, disappearing into the washroom, you let out a breath you didnât know you were holding.
Itâs not like you werenât expecting this to be uncomfortable, but youâd expected Sukuna to be as brash and vexing as usual, not whatever this is. The palpable tension, the somber silence and the complete and utter lack of frustration from Sukuna- itâs like youâre treading through a potential minefield, yet now you have no clue what could set him off this time. Do you even owe him that given how he snapped at you when you last saw him?
Throwing your head against the back of the couch, you sigh, deciding to give your attention back to the movie to force yourself not to get overwhelmed by your own overthinking. Choso shuffles in your arms, snoring softly as his hair falls over his face.
The sounds of doors opening and closing only a few minutes later makes your heart speed up when Sukuna emerges after a moment, dressed in a tight black tank top that hardly leaves anything to the imagination and gray sweatpants. You blink a few times as you make a conscious effort not to stare at his abs but god is it hard.
Itâs almost like your mind forgets that youâre upset with him because heâs just that attractive, and that only makes your cheeks heat up because, come on. Youâre better than this. Swallowing, you force yourself not to look at his bulging biceps or the veins in his forearms or the obvious six pack that the tank top doesnât hide one bit. Why is it so tight anyway? Is he showing off?
But Sukuna hardly seems to notice your turmoil, his usual frown plastered on his face as he runs a hand through his hair, now oil-free. He closes the distance between you as he crosses the living room in two easy strides, standing tall in front of you.
âHowâs Yuji?â He asks, clearing his throat.
âHeâs been asleep most of the day but he didnât throw up after I got here. He had a couple of spoonfuls of soup but heâs not hungry.â
He nods. âGood. I think.â Tense silence settles between you and you have to avert your gaze as you grow uncomfortable. âIâll take Cho to his bed,â Sukuna mumbles, effortlessly lifting the young boy into his arms. Choso doesnât so much as shuffle as Sukuna carries him to his and Yujiâs room. Fiddling with your neatly manicured nails, you stare in the direction Sukuna left. Heâs back in only a few moments, looking relieved as ever that the day is over.
âUm, are you o-â you begin, realizing too late that both you and Sukuna have begun talking at the same time.
âYou can go home.â
You stare at one another with wide eyes as you both speak over one another. Laughing uncomfortably, you chew on your lip. âYou donât want to talk aboutâŚ?â
Sukunaâs brow furrows. Thereâs his irritation. Of course he would think the best thing to do is avoid the subject entirely.
âWhat do you want to talk about?â He asks in an impatient tone as he crosses his arms over his chest.
Your lips part as you search for words, treading carefully now that you have Sukunaâs attention. âYou were a dick,â you offer as a starter, knowing that of all of the things you could say, this wouldnât actually bother him that much.
âTell me something I donât know,â Sukuna mutters with a roll of his eyes.
âYouâre still being a dick.â
He pauses this time, narrowed eyes observing the way youâre fiddling with your nails and chewing on your lip. He sighs, shutting his eyes for a moment. âYeah. Yeah, okay. Iâm an asshole,â he agrees. âI-â he pauses, rubbing his fingers over his eyes in exasperation. âIâm sorry,â he mutters, somewhat muffled as he rubs his hand over his face.
Your eyes widen, blinking once, twice, three times at him. In your experience with him, he usually avoided apologies and thanks, as though they taste bitter on his tongue. Even now, he seems to be avoiding the subject as best as he can, muttering it behind his hand like the weight of the word is too much to bear.
âI didnât get everything handed to me on a silver platter, you know.â
Sukuna stares out the window across the apartment. âDidnât think ya did.â
âThen why did you say it?â You ask, tilting your head.
ââCause I was pissed, okay? I apologized already,â he grumbles, wanting to be done with this conversation. Everything about it makes his skin crawl between the way your brows are knit together and the hurt that glimmers in your eyes to the way you look so small and uncertain in front of him. God, the way his throat tightened when he saw his little brother asleep on top of you too, his hair stood on end in discomfort at the feeling.
He doesnât know what to make of you and he hates that he pushed you away only to need you. To need your help. To embarrassingly need to call you three times and grovel for you to look after his brothers that only you know about because you just keep slithering your way into his life. He wants to blame it so badly on you being a pain in the ass, but youâre not. Youâre kind. Youâre kind and thoughtful and youâre only here because youâre a good person.
Youâre still here even after he treated you as though you were replaceable, because youâre a better person than he could ever be.
Sukuna sighs loudly in exasperation, rubbing his temples. âJust⌠fuckinâ ignore me, okay? I was just taking shit out on you.â
âLike a dick.â
Sukuna lowers his hand from his face, staring at you with narrowed eyes. âDo you just really want me to say I was a dick?â
You tilt your head with a saccharine sweet smile. âMhmm.â
âDoes it really make that much of a fuckinâ difference?â
âI want to hear you say it.â Your tone has a teasing sort of charm to it that has him huffing and puffing in front of you.
âYou gonna forgive me if I do?â
âIâll think about it,â you grin back at him.
âFuck, fine. Fine. I was a dick.â
You giggle as the burly man scowls at you, crossing his arms over his broad chest again. Once your laughter subsides, you offer a more sympathetic smile. âIâm sorry too, Sukuna. I shouldnât have pushed you to begin with.â
His brow twitches as you apologize. He canât in his right mind figure out why you think you would need to apologize for his outburst when really you werenât all that pushy. The last thing he needs right now is to get stuck in this conversation that feels as though itâs physically bringing him pain for any longer than necessary, so he lets it go with a hum.
âDid the brats give you a hard time?â
You shake your head, relieved as the tension fades and Sukuna takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, legs spread as he slumps into the cushions. âYuji was crying when I got here, but he quieted down pretty quickly. Choso seemed a bit worried but he helped me cook and just wanted to watch movies,â you twist your body to face him as you speak.
He sighs, an elongated curse falling from his lips as he stares at the ceiling. âI owe ya. I already paid the sitter, but Iâll-â
âDonât worry about it!â
He stares at you like youâve grown another limb. âWhat? This shit took up your whole day.â
âI like spending time with them,â you insist with a shrug. âThey remind me of simpler times.â
âWhat if you get sick?â At this point, Sukuna is reaching for something, anything, so that youâll give in to him. But thatâs just not who you are, is it? Youâre selfless and kind, and you wonât accept anything he throws at you and that thought absolutely wrenches his gut. It twists in a type of discomfort thatâs becoming entirely too familiar and he doesnât know what to make of it.
âThen I get sick. Oh well,â you shrug again, shooting him that same sweet smile from earlier.
A muscle in his jaw tightens as he stares at you. âAre you always this much of a pain?â
You scoff humorously. âI donât take your money and Iâm a pain?â Your tone is teasing as you lean towards him.
âA pain,â Sukuna emphasizes the word as he stretches an arm along the sofa, his fingers draped along the back near your face. âThatâs how shit like this is supposed to work. I pay you, you look after the brats.â He looks expectantly at you.
Your eyes soften as you realize just how different your views of the world are. Of course Sukuna wouldnât expect someone to help them out of the goodness of their heart if it was just something heâd never experienced before. In his eyes, everything is transactional. You know he hates the idea of asking for help as well, so you can only assume that he would want to return the favor if it means it isnât a plea for help. Itâs an exchange of services. It makes it easier on his ego.
âConsider it a thank you for turning in the visual portion of our project on time,â you insist, trying to worm your way carefully between the thin line that separates this being help and this being an exchange.
âWhat?â He lifts a brow in disbelief, crimson irises narrowed as he observes you. âThat doesnât make any fucking sense. Thatâs my project, too.â
âWell-â you pause, staring down at your manicured nails. âI honestly just thought you hadnât made it on time.â
His finger taps the back of the couch by your head. âWhat gave you the idea I just wouldnât turn my own project in?â
âWell you didnât show up to our second meeti-â
âYâknow what?â He flicks your forehead with a mischievous smirk, all thoughts of repaying you gone from his mind. âForget I asked. Donât answer that.â
You pout at him, bringing a hand up to rub your forehead although it didnât hurt. âDick.â
âYeah, yeah. Whine about it,â he grumbles, but heâs smirking as he eyes you. You canât help but giggle at his behavior, something about it comforting as Sukuna relaxes into the cushions. He mindlessly rolls his neck, leaning back as silence falls over you.
The sound of cars outside and the quiet dialogue from The Iron Giant is nothing but background noise as you bask in the comfortable air of the still apartment. Being around Sukuna feels almost nostalgic in a sense- sure you had only been apart for a week and a half, but after âgetting over him,â as Shoko put it, it almost feels like a warm hug.
Itâs a shame it can never last as long as youâd like, as you catch a glimpse of the window and realize itâs dark. Afraid of intruding, you get to your feet and make your way to the door. âI should head out,â you tell him. His eyes follow you, though he gives no other indication of hearing your words. âWill I see you in class on Friday? We get our grade for the project.â
âNah, not if the bratâs sick. Just email me our grade.â
Your lip twitches downward, and you can only pray Sukuna doesnât notice. He gives no indication that he does, so you do your best to plaster a look of understanding on your face. âSee you around?â
âYeah.â He doesnât say anything more, still spread across the couch. Heâs so tall and bulky that somehow the three-person couch looks too small for him, it may as well be a feat.
âLater, Kuna!â You trill in a sing-song voice as you make your way to the door.
âNight, Prom Queen,â he huffs, a humorous sneer to his tone.
â
Although heâs stuck at home with Yuji, Sukuna sends you a couple of emails updating you on him. The first one caught you off-guard but it warms your heart that he seems to want to talk to you beyond the project. Each email causes your chest to flutter a little more but you donât entertain the thought that itâs anything more than physical attraction. Thereâs no point, really, when you canât seem to go a single day without upsetting him in some manner.
Not that Shoko seems to agree with that sentiment.
âHey!â She calls as you wait at your usual spot to make your way to the lunch hall.
âHey, Sho!â You reply cheerily.
âSo are we not best friends anymore, orâŚ?â She asks, narrowing her eyes.
Incredulously, you blink at her. âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou didnât text me to tell me how last night went.â
âOh, with Sukuna?â
With a deadpan stare, she sighs. âGirl, donât act stupid.â
Harsh. âSorry, it was pretty late when I got back, I would have otherwise!â You apologize with a wry smile. âItâs not all that interesting anyway. I just looked after the kids until he got back and then I went home.â
âYouâre impossible. Thatâs obviously not what Iâm asking about,â she groans, pushing you further as you beat around the bush of the situation. âYou literally havenât seen him in like a week and a half because he was such a prick, puh-lease tell me he apologized. You better not let him step on you.â
You sigh, giving in to her nosiness. âYes, he apologized. I think it caused him physical pain,â you giggle to yourself.
âGood,â she snorts, âhe deserves it for hurting you and heâs lucky I havenât smacked him yet for breaking your heart.â
âHe didnât break my heart,â you roll your eyes as the two of you find your way to your usual table at the lunch hall.
Shoko takes her usual seat across from you. âNo of course not, you were just sulking for fun.â
âI thought you were supposed to be my best friend?â You ask in an effort to derail the conversation as Haibara and Nanami take their seats beside you.
âThatâs why Iâm grilling you over that asshole in the first place,â she grins.
âThatâs why you shouldnât be giving me a hard time,â you counter but she just shoots you a sweet smile as Gojo and Geto arrive. Even she wonât subject you to their form of torture when it comes to teasing.
Nanami clearly catches on to whatâs going on from where he sits beside you. Leaning over, he keeps his voice down as his observant mahogany eyes take in that you seem fairly bright today in comparison to the last few days.
âHe apologized, yes?â
You nod.
âGood. Donât be afraid to ask for my help, okay?â
âIâm fine, Ken, I promise,â you insist. Satisfied, he smiles and pulls out his lunch. You do the same, pulling out a container of fruit and a panini sandwich. For the first time in just under two weeks, you donât feel a miserable wrench in your chest as you stare at the sandwich.
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Itâs no surprise when Friday rolls around and Sukuna doesnât show up to class. Yuji is sick, and thatâs his priority, as it should be. You feel a pang of disappointment but itâs heartwarming just how much he cares for his little brothers when he comes across as cold and indifferent a majority of the time. Even if heâs a bit rough around the edges, thereâs a certain charm to the quiet and docile moments youâve shared since working with him.
You can hardly sit still through the class as you await your grade, easily the most stressful part of projects worth this much. Your entire scholarship hinges on each of these massive projects and tests and you canât risk the consequences of failing.
Ten minutes before the end of the lecture, just as the professor is about to go over the project, the door slowly inches open, and a tall and broad-shouldered student slips in with his hood up. The professor is used to it by now and doesnât say a word. Rather than heading to his usual seat, the student quietly slips into the seat beside you, nudging you softly. He pulls down his hood and your eyes light up at the sight of your project partner.
âYou made it!â You whisper, grinning up at him. Your stomach flutters as he smirks, setting his forearm on the back of your chair as he leans closer to you. Heat radiates from his body as his breath fans your neck, warming your skin despite the shiver that runs up your spine.
âYou looked like a kicked puppy when I told ya I needed to stay home, so I pulled some strings.â
You tilt your head to look at him, feeling your breath hitch when you realize just how close he is to your ear. Your cheeks undeniably heat up as you force yourself to stare at the front of the class. âI didnât look like a kicked puppy. I was just⌠hoping you could make it.â
âYeah, well, canât have the Prom Queen thinkinâ I donât show up now, can I?â
Your cheeks are burning so hot you think your head might be spinning and itâs only when he finally leans back into his own chair that you realize you were holding your breath. Rubbing a hand over your face in an effort to cool your cheeks down, you cast a glance at Sukuna.
Heâs manspreading right into your personal space, leaning back into his chair as he listens to the professor with a look of indifference. In a rare circumstance, he looks more well-rested than usual and seems fairly at ease. His leg isnât subtly shaking and his eyes arenât darting down to his watch as he debates when to leave for his next shift. For once, he isnât Sukuna with two jobs, two dependants, and the world on his shoulders, heâs just a student.
Your heart aches at the realization that heâs so drained from the weight of the world that itâs only in rare moments like this one that you see more of the real Sukuna. A man who smirks and teases, who relaxes into his seat and simply lets life go on. Heâs not always cold and tense, thereâs a side to him that only those lucky enough to get close to him get to see and the worst part about this realizationâŚ
⌠is that you want to see more of it. Not out of the goodness of your heart and a want to do something nice for someone deserving, although that is a part of it, but for selfish reasons.
Fuck. Shoko is right. Shoko is right and youâre hopelessly crushing over the notoriously hot campus asshole.
You swallow hard, pulling your gaze forward as you realize youâve been staring. Chewing on your lip, you hardly put together that the professor is passing out project grades until he stops in front of your seats. You blink a few times to reorient yourself.
âYou two surprised me immensely as a pairing,â he begins. Although you werenât paying attention, Sukuna is well aware of the fact that the professor had been dismissing other students as he passes out grades, opting to bring yours up last. He can only assume that means one thing and heâs already smirking. âAlthough I would prefer you keep the in-class chatter to a minimum-â he pauses to shoot a glance at Sukuna, whoâs now huffing with a glance to the side as the smirk falls from his face, â-this is by far the best iteration of this project Iâve seen in all my years of teaching.â
Your jaw hangs ajar, eyes wide as you process his words. Sukunaâs smirking again, hardly seeming shocked.
âYour thesis is worded eloquently and explores the depths of the meanings of each painting, while your visual portion is stunning and displays an understanding of the importance behind each piece to the artist,â he explains. The cocky grin on Sukunaâs face doesnât leave as he outstretches his arm onto your chair. âThis is the first time Iâve ever given out a perfect score, and for that reason Iâd like to have you both present your work in front of the class.â
You pale, shooting a fearful glance at Sukuna. He seems mildly irritated by the thought, but shrugs, returning your glance. âWhattaya say?â He asks, his calm facade faltering as he takes in your expression. Crimson irises flit between your eyes as you slowly shake your head.
âI donât know,â you hesitate meekly, not loving the idea of standing before a lecture hall of students, under far too many pairs of watchful and judgmental eyes.
His gaze drops to the way youâre fidgeting with your fingers, just as you had when you were nervous a couple of nights ago as he puts together that this isnât something youâre comfortable with. Itâs not like that isnât written across your face right now, but itâs abundantly clear to him through your actions that this isnât just discomfort, youâre genuinely nervous.
âWeâll do it,â Sukuna says. Your head flips towards him, eyes wide in disbelief as he makes the decision for you.
Before you have a chance to protest, the professor claps his hands together. âGreat. Iâll have you present at the end of class next Friday. You donât have to prepare anything fancy but I will make sure you get extra credit for this.â
You have half a mind to wish he started by mentioning the extra credit portion, you certainly would have hesitated less, but it doesnât change just how badly you donât want to do this.
As the professor walks away, you whirl around to face Sukuna. âWhat the hell, Sukuna?â You whisper-yell, though there isnât anyone in your vicinity.
He chuckles. âPick your jaw up off the ground, youâll be fine. Iâll be there the whole time with you, yeah? I can do as much of the talkinâ as you want.â He leans towards you, setting a hand on the table in front of you both. ââSides, you werenât gonna say no to extra credit. We both know that.â
You chew on your lip, brows knit together as you stare down at your hands, mindlessly fiddling with your nails again. âI guess youâre right.â
The tattooed man lets the silence hang for a moment as he contemplates how shy youâve suddenly become. Youâre meek at times, but this is almost perplexing to him given how bold and saccharine you are towards him when he isnât purposely pushing your buttons. âSo let me get this straight, you were Prom Queen but you donât like talkinâ in front of people?â Sukuna tilts his head in thought as he shifts to lean on his forearm, edging closer to you.
âThat- That felt different,â you insist, leaning forward on your palm as if mirroring his actions. Your eyes trail away from him and Sukuna narrows his eyes.
âI donât get how that shitâs any different. Arenât there less people in this class?â He asks, bringing a hand up to scratch his chest. Your eyes flicker over to watch the movement, as though anything is more interesting than actually looking up at him.
âWell, yeah- but-â you pause, your leg now beginning to bounce. Clearly youâre bothered now, but Sukuna canât wrap his head around whatâs made you so shy suddenly- you who so boldly walked your way into his life. He knows people perceive him as scary at a glance, yet that never stopped you. Hell, you hang around Satoru Gojo of all people and Sukuna doesnât get that either, finding his boisterous presence loud and irritating, but heâs fairly sure that makes you part of a group that would normally be considered popular.
So what in the hell are you so scared of? He doesnât understand.
âBut what?â He pushes, leaning closer to you.
You can feel his breath fanning your face again now that heâs leaning closer to you. It only serves as another distraction and you already canât seem to find your words. âI- I donât know, Sukuna!â You huff, pulling back a bit to cross your arms over your chest and put some distance between you.
Sukuna's face twists in confusion, frustration etching itself into his features. âCâmon, itâs easy extra credit. Whatâs got you so worked up?â He asks with a hint of a sneer as he grows impatient with your avoidance of the subject.
âYou wouldnât get it.â Your voice is firm and thereâs a hint of ice forming at the edges of your words that surprises your project partner.
âTry me,â he grunts, leaning as far forward as he can without his chair tipping over.
Your hands move gradually from their position crossed over your chest to hug your frame as your expression turns from one of frustration to a more solemn one. âItâs because I was Prom Queen that I donât like talking in front of people.â
âHm?â
âIt was a pretty big thing at my school, so some people were jealous, and others were pushy, itâs not like in the movies,â you shrug, as if thatâs any sort of explanation in Sukunaâs eyes. Confusion dances across his narrowed red irises and you sigh, letting your guard down. âI donât know, some girls got pretty jealous, and some people were a bit pushy trying to get my attention and it just ended up being an embarrassment. It was just a lot and I donât love being in front of groups anymore,â you shrug.
Sukuna sits up straight, staring down at you with a scowl. âArenât they supposed to wanna be you or somethinâ?â He asks with a frown.
âI mean, they did.â
He supposes you have a point, his observant stare taking in the way you shrink into yourself. âWell this ainât high school and those assholes arenât here. Donât worry about it,â he shrugs in an attempt to reassure you. You finally meet his gaze again, a look of uncertainty painting your wide eyes. âNo one is stupid enough to talk about ya like that with me beside you.â
A small smile pulls at your lips and Sukunaâs heart stumbles. He blinks a few times at the feeling in an effort to push it away, focusing instead on the way your eyes brighten. Fuck, thatâs not helping him either. He coughs lightly into his elbow, rubbing a hand over his face as you smile shyly at him.
âThanks, Sukuna. Youâre kinda sweet sometimes, in your own way.â
He scowls. âThe hellâs that supposed to mean?â
You canât help the laugh that bubbles from deep within your chest at his scrunched nose and frown, but you donât give him an answer, beginning to pack up your bags. Sukuna huffs when you begin to pack up, facing forward with his chin leaning on his palm.
âHey, thanks for coming in to get our grade.â
He raises a brow. âI didnât do it for you.â
You pause, gripping your textbook in your bag as you cast a glance at Sukuna. His usual aloof expression has returned, no indication of your prior teasing found on his face.
âWhat happened to emailing you our grade then?â
Sukunaâs eye twitches as he watches you, returning your stare. âIt was a joke.â
Your lips quirk upwards. âRight, how could I forget? It was so funny,â you mock him, reveling in the way heâs on his feet the next moment, the chair scraping across the floor as he glares at you with all the irritation he can muster, that doesnât quite meet his eyes.
âYou think youâre funny, donât you?â He sneers, taking a step towards you. He towers over you, shoving his hands into his pockets as your cocky demeanor shifts, your eyes widening when he leans down until his face is mere inches from yours. Your breath hitches as he chuckles darkly when he gets the exact reaction he wants from you. âYou were all talk two seconds ago, what happened?â
âI- um-â Getting your bearings, you shove his chest playfully. âYouâre a dick,â you mumble.
Sukuna doesnât move an inch when you shove him, a grin plastered across his face. âThought we were done with callinâ me a dick,â he teases.
Rolling your eyes, you scoff. âYeah, until you decided to be one again.â
Sukunaâs sharp pupils flicker between your eyes for a moment before he stands up straight. Your heart beats in your ears as youâre freed from the close proximity. âYeah, whatever you say,â he chuckles, calmly smirking at you. He glances down at the watch on his wrist, letting out a breath of air. âI gotta get back home. Uraume only had an hour to watch the brats.â
Tilting your head, you blink up at him, a hand over your chest to slow your thundering heart. âHowâs Yuji?â
Sukuna shrugs. âBetter than Wednesday. Heâs still got a fever, though.â
âI hope he feels better soon,â you say, hesitating as you take a chance. âLet me know if you need me to watch them.â
Sukunaâs expression is unreadable as he examines you, gears visibly turning in his mind. Without another word, he slings his backpack over his shoulder and throws his hood back up, pausing to look at you before he leaves.
Sighing, he pushes his hair from his forehead beneath his hood. âI swear thisâll be the last time. I got offered a shift Sunday.â
He doesnât voice his question to watch the kids, itâs an unspoken question because he doesnât want to ask. The question puts him in a position where heâs asking for help and he so badly wants that not to be what this is.
You smile softly. âIâm free on Sunday.â
Pulling his airpods from a case in his pocket and putting them in his ears, he grunts. âCome by mine Sunday at 8:30.â
You purse your lips. âAt night, right?â You ask, your gaze following after the man as he casually descends the lecture hall to the door. âAt night, right?â You ask, this time louder to get his attention over his music.
Sukuna heard you the first time, shooting you a sly smirk just before he leaves.
Well, fuck that.
â
With a backpack slung over your shoulder filled with textbooks and study materials, as well as your GameCube, you sigh as you click the buzzer button for Sukunaâs apartment. As you wait for one of the three siblings to let you in, you shiver at the chill air. Itâs far too early for you to be awake on a Sunday and your body agrees as you find yourself yawning every few seconds.
Between the cool fall air and the early morning, you couldnât be bothered to dress in your usual preppy style, opting for a cute deep red hoodie with hello kitty on it and a pair of leggings. Itâs still cute, but itâs a contrast to your blouses, skirts and heels.
When the door loudly buzzes, you make your way inside with your hood up over your hair, yawning as you rub your tired eyes. Before you can even knock on the door, Sukuna opens it, leaving your fist stagnant in the air. You drop it by your side, staring up at him through your lashes.
Sukunaâs in his polo shirt that seems so out of place on him you would almost assume he was someone else. âBlueâs not your color,â you comment with a yawn. His amused smile at your tired expression twists in offense at your comment.
âMorning to you too, dick.â
You giggle at his teasing. âYou got me up early, Iâm allowed to be one.â
âOh, my bad, you fuckinâ princess,â Sukuna scoffs, an air of playfulness surrounding his words that makes you giggle more. He opens the door to let you into the apartment, his gaze trailing your outfit. Itâs not your usual attire but something about how different it is on you while still suiting you stirs something within him. The bigger hoodie draping over your body makes him wonder what his own clothes would-
What the fuck is he thinking? He shakes his head, shutting the door and glancing over to the hall where the pitter patter of small feet sounds. Yuji goes running up to Sukuna, a bundle of blankets wrapped around his tiny form. âDonât go, big brother.â His voice is lower than usual, clearly still sick as he clings onto his brotherâs leg.
Crimson eyes flicker down to the little bundle of blankets. âIâll be back soon, Yu. Play some MarioKart or whatever.â
Yujiâs curious eyes search the room at the sound of MarioKart. You pull down your hood and wave as he spots you. His eyes widen and he gasps, running up and hugging your legs now. You grin down at him, ruffling his unkempt hair.
Sukuna scoffs. âSee? You wonât even know Iâm gone.â
âCome play with us!â Yuji insists at the sound of his brotherâs comment, still clutching your knee as he turns to plead with his brother.
Sukunaâs hardened indifference cracks, something akin to guilt or sadness flickering in his eyes for a split-second. Itâs such a short moment that you wonder if you imagined it. He sighs, crouching down in front of Yuji. Even crouching, heâs still monstrously tall and dwarfs his little brother. You suppose thatâs what happens when youâre almost seven feet tall and made of solid muscle.
âMaybe later, kid.â He ruffles his hair just as you did moments ago and gets back to his feet. âI owe ya one,â he sighs, brow furrowed as he stares off to the side with a tight jaw.
âActually, Iâve been meaning to ask-â you pause, a mix of emotions flooding you as you contemplate dropping the question, but ultimately decide itâs worth it. âI could use a hand studying for history.â You chew on your lip. âYou know, just if you have time, no big deal if you donât!â You smile sheepishly.
Sukunaâs eyes flicker between yours, his expression unreadable. âYeah, sure.â He turns away, trudging to the door. âBe back at 5:30,â he mumbles before heâs gone. You sigh at the sight of the shut and locked door, turning your groggy attention to Yuji, who coughs into his bundle of blankets at your feet.
Itâs a miracle you arenât sick already, and you hope that miracle stays with you again today.
Youâre able to study while the boys play games throughout most of the day once Choso wakes up. Theyâre easy to look after and they add a certain brightness to your day that only they can, reminding you of just how simple life is when you donât have three projects due and finals on the horizon.
Thereâs a weight in your chest at the thought of managing that workload alongside two jobs and two kids, something you find yourself pondering often, but if Sukuna wonât accept your help, then what more can you do? Sure, youâre helping him now, but you know he wonât let this go without repayment, which you would happily take in the form of a study buddy. While thatâs likely less stressful for him than cash, itâs still another sliver of his already limited time taken up.
âIâm hungry,â Choso mumbles, looking at you as if he didnât scarf down the lunch you made only a couple of hours ago.
A lopsided smile dons your face as you contemplate making dinner or letting him know to wait for Sukuna, but if heâs hungry, who are you to say no?
âWhat would you like?â
âCereal!â Yuji excitedly calls from where he sits on the floor, stifling a cough when his voice cracks.
âThatâs not dinnerâŚâ Choso mumbles, brow furrowing in thought as he looks at his younger brother, whoâs been so picky while heâs been sick that most of their meals have been the same few things that he can stomach. âWhat about mac and cheese?â
Yuji takes a moment to think, before he decides this is acceptable and nods excitedly.
âIâm sure I can make that happen,â you agree, getting to your feet to peruse the kitchen that youâre growing more accustomed to. Yuji stays in the living room, the sounds of a terrified Luigi echoing throughout the apartment as Choso follows closely behind you. Youâve noticed over your time with Sukuna and his brothers that Choso seems to have a penchant for cooking and loves to help. Itâs too cute and your heart swells each time he finds a way to lend a hand while you cook.
Plus, you get a helper, which means less work. Itâs a win-win situation, really.
As you work your way through the kitchen, boiling water and letting Choso salt and stir the noodles before pouring them into a casserole dish, you sprinkle cheese between and over the noodles as you wait for the oven to eat up, explaining each step along the way for Sukunaâs brother. Stirring the cheese into the noodles along with some herbs and spices, you tilt your head at the dish.
Itâs almost ready for the oven, but not quite.
âDo you have breadcrumbs?â
Choso stares up at the pantry shelves. âUhhâŚâ He pushes around a few boxes before shaking his head. âI donât think so.â
âDo you have bread?â
âYeah, but itâs old.â
âOld like mouldy or old like stale?â You ask with a thoughtful expression.
âStale.â
âPerfect!â
Choso wrinkles his nose as he hands the loaf of bread to you. Itâs in moments like these that his resemblance to his older brother really becomes apparent.
âIâll show you how to make breadcrumbs,â you grin. Choso doesnât seem to have a grasp on what you need breadcrumbs for when mac and cheeseâs ingredients are literally listed in the name, but he still watches with intrigue anyway. You cut up the slices of bread into tiny pieces, throwing them in the oven until theyâve dried out, and then tossing them over the mac and cheese and placing the extra crumbs aside.
âTrust the process, Cho.â
He tilts his head curiously as you place the mac and cheese on a rack in the oven. âTrust the process?â
âIt means⌠it may not make sense to you in the moment, maybe itâs messy or confusing, but the end result will be more than worth it.â
âOh. Okay. Trust the process,â he parrots, before making his way back to the living room just as his brother is sucking up a ghost with a vacuum in Luigiâs Mansion.
While the meal bakes, you grab your history textbook again and get some more studying in. It doesnât take long for the timer to go off and Choso comes running up with wide eyes to stare at the prepared meal. Yuji follows slowly in his bundle of blankets, happily taking a bowl as you warn them both itâs hot.
âSo?â
With a mouth full of macaroni, Choso smiles. âTrust the process,â comes his muffled happiness. The boys chow down on what you assume will be their dinner given that Sukuna should be home soon, and Choso returns to help you clean up.
He grabs a ziploc bag to place the extra breadcrumbs in, holding it open for you. Just as youâre pouring the food into the bag, the front door swings open and you jolt in surprise, causing bread crumbs to go flying.
Sukuna drops his keys on the table by the door, his eyes scanning the room as he spots Yuji before his aloof expression crumbles when he arches a brow at the absolute mess that his kitchen is. Your cheeks heat up as you and Choso stare at him with guilty expressions.
Really, you should be blaming Sukuna for scaring you.
âIâm not fuckinâ cleaning that,â he grumbles, walking slowly over the mess of cables in the living room as he pulls his shirt up over his head in the most ungodly slutty way you could possibly imagine and you canât bring yourself to tear your eyes from the sight of his toned back.
Of course, you always knew Sukuna was muscular, but seeing it first hand makes it hard to shake the image from your mind. He could be hung on the wall of a museum, his muscles are so sculpted, rippling with every movement and decorated in tattoos that suit him so well he could be an actual god and you wouldnât even bat an eye.
Choso pulls you from your thoughts as they border on inappropriate, by tugging at your sleeve.
âWe should clean.â
âRight!â You squeak, shaking the image of shirtless Sukuna as best as you can from your mind as you stare at the scattered mess.
âOkay letâs⌠start with the counter.â
It doesnât take too long to clean up the mess and thereâs still enough bread crumbs left over for Sukuna to make something if he wanted, so it could have gone over worse.
Speak of the devil, he rounds the corner wearing a black muscle shirt with a metal band logo you donât recognize scrawled across the front and sleeves cut so deep it hardly counts as a shirt, like heâs showing off or something. You donât even want to begin to think about the fact that heâs wearing grey sweatpants as well like some sort of tease who probably just threw on the first thing he saw and it didnât even cross his mind how stupidly hot he is.
You avert your eyes, attempting to keep your cheeks from heating up any more than they already have. Sukuna crosses the living room to the kitchen in a few long strides, peering at the floor in search of crumbs.
âThe fuck even happened over here?â
âYou scared me when you opened the door,â you mumble, leaning back against the kitchen counter where your textbook is resting.
âSo you threw shit everywhere?â
Your brow furrows at his accusation. âI just fumbled a bit and spilled what was on the pan.â
âMm.â Sukunaâs gaze scans the kitchen until he finds the macaroni and cheese casserole sitting just behind your textbook. With a hint of a smirk, he takes a step forward, so close to you that his body heat warms your skin, his abs and chest just barely brushing against the plush of your breasts as he dips his finger into the dish.
Pulling his arm back, he slyly locks eyes with you, not bothering to take a step back even as you press your spine into the counter. He slips his finger between his lips, sucking the cheese from it with a pop!
Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, caught between him and the hard countertop behind you like a deer in the headlights, frozen. If you move even an inch, heâll be pressed up against you, and- donât let your thoughts spiral again.
Sukuna smirks, lidded eyes smug as though heâs got you just where he wants you, amused to pull such a reaction from you. Heâs become increasingly aware of the effect he has on you and everything heâs been doing has absolutely been on purpose, even if you donât know it. Heâs making a show out of his muscles, getting close to you, sucking on his finger, all to get a rise out of you.
Heâs not sure he understands it himself, but he loves your little reactions. He loves the way your eyes widen, your breath hitches, and your muscles tense as though youâve been caught doing something you shouldnât. Heâs sure it all boils down to lust, but heâll make the most of it while he has you here.
He clicks his tongue after a thoughtful moment. âNot bad. The breadcrumbs are a nice touch.â
âT-Thanks,â you stammer quietly. Sukuna chuckles lowly as he finally gives you space, turning to open the fridge and grab a protein drink. You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding, bringing a hand up to slow your pounding heart.
âYou stickinâ around to study?â
âI- um-â you pause, clearing your throat in an effort to calm your flustered state. âIf you have time, that would be great. I mean, Iâd appreciate it.â
âSure. The brats are quiet while youâre around.â He brings the protein drink up to his lips, downing it in one go and tossing the bottle into a bucket in the corner of the room as though heâs done it a thousand times.
With the boys distracted by the GameCube, Sukuna sits down at the table in the back of his apartment with you and a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Scooting his chair closer to you, his eyes scan the page youâre on.
âIs this for History 209?â He asks, briefly flipping to the textbook cover.
You nod.
âMm.â
Sukuna briefly scans the upcoming pages before diving into explanations of the textbook, from memory. He clearly has a fondness for history that seems to come naturally to him as he explains anything you ask questions on without needing to even glance at the textbook. Itâs like second nature to him.
âWhat years did the cold war take place?â He quizzes without so much as glancing up at you as he flips through the textbook pages without reading at all as though itâs a picture book.
âUh-â You stare up at the ceiling. â1952 to 89?â
â47 to 89. Tell me about the Cuban Missile Crisis.â
âUm- Cuba felt like the US was about to invade, so they asked the Soviet Union to install missiles in-â
âWho asked?â
âCuba?â
Sukuna glances up at you, his expression unimpressed. âNo shit. What leader?â
âOh. Castro.â
Hours pass by and you hardly even notice until your eyes begin to grow heavy and your yawning sets in. Sukuna gradually begins leaning further on his knuckles over the table, launching question after question at you without even a lick of help from the textbook. It would almost be impressive, if you didnât already know how smart Sukuna is.
âHow did the modern revolution affect the environment?â
You chew on your lip, the last bit of energy you were working with fizzling out suddenly as youâre left staring blankly at the table, completely burnt out.
Sukunaâs been only half paying attention for the past few minutes, growing equally as worn out and unable to focus as you are, though he hasnât noticed just how spent you are given his inattention. Itâs not until you donât respond that his attention snaps to you, staring off into space.
He glances over your features, eyes dropping to your oversized hoodie. His thoughts stray to places they shouldnât be again, so he wills himself to look back at your eyes, but the way youâre chewing on your lip-
Itâs then that he realizes how close you are. Over the course of the past couple of hours, Sukuna has leaned further forward in his chair and youâve scooted closer in an effort to look at the pages of your textbook while he explains. Itâs weird, the way the close proximity seems to draw him in, as though he belongs in your space, but he knows better. He knows you exist in different worlds.
Still, as you space out further, a piece of your hair falls out of place, blocking the blank and tired expression on your face, and Sukuna doesnât even have a moment to process his actions before he moves. Itâs almost delicate, the way he slowly moves the hand he isnât leaning on to tenderly brush the strand of hair behind your ear.
His action draws your attention, and along with it a steady heat that rises to your cheeks, reaching your ears and down to your neck. Sukuna doesnât even seem phased by what heâs done, as if itâs completely natural and something the two of you just do. As though he isnât pushing the balance of your strange friendship, if it could even be called that.
You lick your lip as you will your thoughts to stop bouncing all over the place, trying not to read too much into his actions, but itâs hard not to when his pupils dart down to follow your tongue as it swipes your lower lip. His pupils grow suddenly, and you donât know how not to read into that, and now your thoughts are spiraling, and youâre wondering if all of Sukunaâs actions today are premeditated or-
As if Sukunaâs only just become aware of what heâs doing, he clears his throat and sits back. His pupils shrink and he crosses his arms over his chest, placing distance between you.
âYou should head home before itâs too dark.â
In the endless sea of your thoughts, all you can do is nod. Snapping yourself back to reality, you begin packing your bag and make your way out to the living room where the two boys are excitedly playing an old copy of the board game Operation after Sukuna had told them no more video games, much to their dismay.
You smile at the sight of poor bundled up little Yuji and his older brother, who clearly cares a great deal for the little salmon-haired boy. The three of them are a sweet little family. Sukuna has a funny way of showing it sometimes but he clearly adores the two boys, or he wouldnât be doing everything that he is.
At the end of the day, he could have left them to their own devices, thrown them into the fostering system. He could have used legal means to shove them into a relativeâs care. He could have done a lot of things, but you can see the way he adores them. The way he loves them so deeply and genuinely that he canât bear the thought of seeing them thrown to the wolves like that. Heâs put a great deal of his life on hold and put his health, both mental and physical, on the line to see the two boys thrive, and it fills your heart with joy.
âYou know, I could just leave the GameCu-â
âNo.â Sukuna gets to his feet, standing a few feet away.
Yuji and Chosoâs heads simultaneously whip around as though theyâve heard the biggest betrayal of their entire lives.
At five and twelve, they very well may have.
âAwwww!â
âPleaaase, Kuna!â
âNo, thatâs final.â
You shoot Sukuna an easy smile, giggling to yourself at the sight of his scowl and frustrated huff.
âDonât get ideas into their heads,â he grumbles at you, brushing past you as you clean up the GameCube and stuff the games into your bag. He grabs some more medication for Yuji, who doesnât complain as he swallows it with a miserable frown at the bitter taste.
You wait at the door with your bag packed as Sukuna moves around the apartment, putting the medication away before he joins you at the door.
âThank you so much for your help with studying, Kuna,â you say as you twist the handle and make your way out the door, turning to face him just outside his apartment. He leans on the doorframe, shutting the door slightly behind him and blocking the boysâ vision of you to give you both some privacy. Heâs grimacing at the nickname, but he doesnât complain.
âItâs whatever. Just paying you back for lookinâ after the brats.â
Your lips quirk up into a smile. Of course thatâs all it is. âEmail me if you need me to look after them while Yujiâs still sick.â
A puff of air escapes Sukunaâs nose in a makeshift laugh. âThis your excuse to have more time to study?â
You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at the way he so obviously is denying that heâs getting help from you. âYeah. Yeah, it is,â you agree.
He smirks, nodding. âTuesday at three.â
âBetter be in the afternoon this time,â you tease.
âGod forbid I take a night shift,â he scoffs, turning to shut the door. He pauses for a split second, turning back to you. You almost think heâs about to thank you, but either you read the situation wrong or he second-guesses himself because- âYou better remember who Allen Dulles is on Tuesday.â
Your face contorts as he references the cold war and chuckles at your expression before closing the door.
Dick.
â
Friday comes sooner than you can possibly imagine as you find yourself spending late nights studying with Sukuna after looking after Yuji and Choso. Yuji returned to school on Thursday and Choso on Monday, so youâd gotten into the habit of picking up Choso from school and going back to watch them play games while you studied or worked on projects.
You couldnât know whether Sukuna would still need help now that Yuji was feeling better, but that was the least of your concerns, because itâs Friday.
And youâve been dreading this Friday in particular. Worse still, it felt like the world was against you all day too.
You woke up to the first snow of the season, opting to dress in a cute, white knit sweater that was fairly warm, as well as some beige leggings- not to mention all your winter gear.
And that was only the tip of the iceberg, you had to redo your eyeliner after somehow messing it up not once but twice, and then you managed to step in a puddle of mud and get your usual winter boots completely covered in dirt.
With your clean high heeled boots adorning your feet, you make your way to the school and quickly fall into step with Nanami who shares your first class of the day. Heâs bundled up warmly in a long coat, a grey scarf accenting his coat. His sharp eyes turn to you as you join him, softening at the sight of you.
âGood morning,â he greets you, a kind smile pulling at his features.
You return his smile half-heartedly, giving him a brief wave. âHey, Kento. Howâre you feeling about finals?â
He hums thoughtfully. âPrepared,â he decides after a moment. âThough I donât believe thereâs such a thing as too much studying.â
âYeah⌠I get that,â you agree, watching the snow condense beneath your feet with each step. Comfortable silence falls over you as the crunching of snow and the sounds of passing students fills the air. The warmth of your breath surrounds you as you mindlessly stare at the sparkling coat of flakes across the ground.
After a few moments, Nanami hums again, interrupting the silence and pulling your attention back to him. His gaze flickers between your face and your hands.
âAre you alright?â
âHm? Yeah, why?â
Again, his watchful eyes flicker down to your hands. âYouâve been zipping up and unzipping your jacket since we began walking.â
You purse your lips, finally following his gaze down to your jacket which must have been making a grating zipping noise the whole time that you hadnât even noticed with how caught up in your thoughts you were.
âSorry Kento,â you sigh, shaking your head. âJust a bit nervous.â
His head tilts. âWhat are you nervous about?â
âI have to make a presentation in Art History at the end of the day. No one else in class is presenting.â With a sheepish smile, you proceed to subconsciously begin playing with your zipper again, too caught up in your thoughts to realize youâre doing it.
âI see. Is that what Sukuna was working on this morning?â
âYou have a class with him?â
âYes. Heâs in my Accounting class early on Tuesdays and Fridays,â Nanami explains, subtly watching the way youâre messing with your zipper again, though he keeps his mouth shut.
âOh. He was working on things this morning?â
âI believe so. It didnât seem like he was paying attention,â Nanami shrugs. âI assumed he was working on something else.â
You let out a breath. âThatâs kind of a relief, honestly.â
Arching a brow, Nanami hums questioningly.
âI still donât like public speaking,â you quietly mumble, zipping your jacket up fully and burying your face into the fabric as your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.
âHm. I see,â the blonde hums, having been there during your Prom alongside Haibara. Heâs well aware of the fallout that came with being named Prom Queen. âWell, youâll have Sukuna with you, and I highly doubt anyone would comment with Sukuna at your side.â
âScary dog privilege,â you agree.
âSorry?â Kentoâs brow furrows in confusion, leaving you giggling.
âDonât worry about it.â
With a shake of his head, Kento opens the door to your next lecture and puts his focus into his notes as usual. You do your best to follow suit, but if your bouncing leg is any indicator, your focus isnât long for this world and Nanami knows heâs in for a long study session in the coming week.
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You did debate just not showing up, but if Sukuna was working on the presentation at an early morning class, you donât have the heart to not show up at least for him. Still, your nerves are frayed at the seams in downright unease at the thought of being the only group to present your project.
The concept of being one of the only two people at the center of everyoneâs attention all for being named the âbestâ at something brings back too many memories for you to care to admit. Taking a deep breath, you do your best to keep your eyes on the prize: the extra credit.
Sukuna was right when he said you wouldnât turn down extra credit. You would definitely think about turning it down when it came at the cost of your dignity and sanity, but with Sukuna at your side, you think you just might be alright.
At the end of the day, you know you need to keep your grades up if you want to keep your scholarship, and more importantly your parents happy, so with a deep breath, you focus on the class to the best of your ability, pushing aside your mess of anxiety and worries.
That is, until you glance back at Sukunaâs usual seat, only to find it empty and your heart damn near stops. Your eyes widen and in the least subtle way possible, you whip your head around the class in search of him. He has to be here. He promised to handle all the talking, you arenât prepared, you⌠You canât do this alone. Surely the professor will understand that too, right?
âBefore I dismiss you all, Iâd like to have a couple of exemplary students come up to present the Meaning in Art project I had you all submit a couple of weeks back.â
Your heart is thundering, your breathing growing shallow as panic sets in.
âThese students displayed an impeccable understanding of the art and artists they chose to study, demonstrating this understanding through both their written and visual pieces.â
Your mouth is dry, your throat tight. Where the fuck is he? He wouldnât throw you to the wolves like this, would he? You didnât prepare anything, you were relying on him.
âWith that being said, Iâd like to invite these students up to the front of the class to give a short breakdown of their project.â Your name follows this statement, along with Sukunaâs, and the class goes silent.
Your hands are trembling as you stare in dismay at the desk sitting at the front of the room where Sukunaâs art is sitting, alongside your written thesis. You swallow hard, forcing down your nerves as all eyes fall to you.
On shaky legs, you slowly make your way down to the front of the class, quietly making your way up to the professor. âI- um-â you take a breath in an effort to calm your nerves. âCan we present next week instead? Sukuna- um- isnât here,â you quietly whisper.
âFinals are in two weeks. This is the last class for this semester.â
Fuck.
âRight. Sorry, yeah. Thatâs fine,â you whisper, chewing on your lip as you turn to face the class. Dozens of pairs of judgmental eyes stare back at you and if the ground opened up and swallowed you whole, never to be seen again, it would be a better fate than what you were about to do. Alone.Â
âUm-â You mumble, clearing your throat as you pick up the printed thesis you wrote together with Sukuna. Surely he would walk through the door in just a few seconds, right? He would show up for you just like you did for him when Yuji was sick, right? This has to be a cruel prank.
âSpeak up, please.â Your professorâs voice pulls you from the delusion that Sukuna was ever going to show up. The delusion that Sukuna ever cared.
Fuck, you just admitted to yourself that you like Sukuna.
You just came to terms with the fact that your attraction to him is more than just physical.
Youâve spent weeks defending him, even when he was a dick, but this really takes the cake.
Your chest tightens as you realize just how much heâs let you down. You want to cry, itâs a fight against your own body not to show just how nervous you are.
âFor our-â You pause, staring down at the page with your name scrawled alongside Sukunaâs and a perfect score circled in red. âFor my project,â you begin, taking a deep breath in an effort to push down the swirling anger, disappointment, and anxiety all threatening to suffocate you.
You launch into an explanation on the three pieces you and Sukuna had chosen, summarizing your thesis while fighting the tremble in your voice, putting every last ounce of effort you can into masking how nervous you are and avoiding the stares of your classmates.
Picking up the art Sukuna drew is when the last shreds of your dignity fall apart and tears prick in your eyes. Your voice wavers and you know everyone can tell. You can hear the whispers, the quiet giggles. You donât know whether itâs directed at you or if theyâre even paying attention to you at all, but each and every noise seems to drag you one inch closer to your own personal hell and you shrink into yourself as you attempt to explain Sukunaâs art.
Alone.
You canât even say for sure if your words made sense towards the end of your presentation, the whole thing a blur behind tear-filled eyes and the ringing of anxiety in your ears. The only thing you do hear is your professor dismissing you. You donât even grab your bag and you leave your project on the table, you just need out. You need air.
Your feet carry you out the door, your eyes trained on the ground as you do your best not to collide with anyone as you run for the doors. You donât hear someone call your name in confusion and you donât see them chase after you. So focused on fresh air, you forget how cold it is as the freezing air shocks your skin and chills your lungs.
Finding a spot beside the door outside, away from prying eyes and out of the way, you wrap your arms around yourself and wipe your tears, taking deep breaths to slow your racing heart.
âThere you are. What happened?â
You blink a couple of times, trying to wipe any evidence of your tears as you lock eyes with familiar mahogany ones.
âKen?â You barely manage to whisper his name, your breath stolen from your lungs by the anxiety rocking your body.
âWhat happened?â He pushes again, eyes traveling down to your trembling hands. He canât tell whether thatâs from the cold or your nerves, but like the gentleman he is, he pulls his coat off and throws it over your shoulders, zipping it up over your arms in an effort to keep you from freezing.
âHe didnât show up.â
Nanamiâs lips press into a thin line, taking in your expression. Youâre barely keeping it together, though the freezing air flooding your lungs is keeping your mind distracted.
With a sigh, Kento sets a hand on your shoulder. âCome back inside. Letâs get your coat.â
Slowly coming back down from your panicked state as his hand on your shoulder grounds you, you pause for a moment to take in the blonde in front of you. Heâs in just a knit sweater and slacks, visibly shaking from the cold air now that youâre wrapped in his jacket.
âShit, sorry Kento,â you mumble, letting him guide you back inside and to your lecture hall, where he takes his coat back and grabs your bags for you to avoid any prying eyes. Handing you your coat, followed by the bag heâs packed up for you, he sighs and leads the way to a secluded area of the History and Science building of the college. You donât say a word as he sits you down on a bench.
âAre you alright?â
You nod.
âAre you lying?â
Your mouth opens to say no, but one glance at his sharp gaze tells you he sees right through you. âWere you outside my class?â
âMhm. I wanted to make sure things went well.â
âThatâs⌠Really kind, Nanamin. Thank you.â
He hums quietly, leaning back against the wall behind the bench. Someone walks past mumbling something to themself about failing a test, but itâs otherwise silent in the halls.
âHow are you feeling?â
âIâve been better. People were laughing.â You chew on your lip, rubbing your hands over your face.
âIâm certain they werenât. Students laugh throughout class constantly, they likely werenât paying attention,â he points out.
You know he has a point, but it doesnât make the situation any less frustrating and disappointing.
âI donât know what hurts more,â you say quietly, more to yourself than to Kento, âthat he promised heâd be there with me and wasnât, or having to relive that stupid moment in high school all over again.â
Your friend grimaces. âYes, I can imagine that wasnât pleasant. Iâm sorry.â Itâs about all he can offer in the moment, but mentally heâs thinking of mentioning what happened to Gojo and Geto and watching the drama that unfolds. The white haired frat boy would relish in the idea of having an actual reason to have beef with Sukuna.
âWhy donât we go grab something to eat?â Nanami suggests in an effort to get your mind off of your horrifying presentation and, more importantly, the man thatâs managed to break your heart twice now.
âIâm okay. I think I just want to go home.â
âI would prefer if you werenât alone,â Nanami protests.
âWe just ate, though.â
âWe can grab dessert, then. My treat,â he insists.
Silence follows as you look up at Nanami, finding comfort in the concern swirling in those deep mahogany irises. âFine,â you sigh, relenting finally.
With a sympathetic smile, he gets to his feet and offers you his hand, helping you get to your feet as he leads the way back out into the cold with one goal in mind.
Keep your mind off of Sukuna.
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lord please save her for me
paige bueckers x fem oc
hello! welcome to my new fic, i hope u like it! please let me know what yâall think, i have each chapter planned out but iâm not sure when iâll update again. probably soon lmao đđŠââ¤ď¸âđâđŠđŞ˝đ
chapter one:
leni knew the first time she saw paige again it would feel like a kick in the stomach but to say she felt winded was an understatement. the sight in front of her had her breath stuck in her throat, heart beating out of her chest and her head spinning, she had to rest on the wall to balance herself. it wasnât out of character for paige to be here. it was frat party at the beginning of the semester. paige was almost guaranteed to be here. but leni would have betted her life that the blonde wouldâve come with her friends not the red head, wearing barely any clothes that was latched onto her arm currently.
âyou good babe?â leniâs girlfriend, riley asks from beside her. she reached out a hand to rest on lenis back but the curly haired girl shrugged her off, âim fine. just feeling hot. can you get me some water?â leni asks in hopes to have a moment alone with her thoughts to process what she just saw. paige with a girl that wasnât her. her paige with a girl that looked nothing like her.
despite having a girlfriend herself, leni was far from a hypocrite. a year ago leni was bearing her heart, all but begging paige to turn thier friends with benefits deal into something more serious. they already spent evenings laid together in bed. weekends walking around target or studying together. off days lounging around each others apartments. they were only fucking each other too. what would a title change? apparently a lot to paige.
leni tried for days but paige could not be swayed, shaking her head and furrowing her brow each time leni brought up the idea of them being girlfriends.
âi just donât do that kind of thing len.â
âwhat we have right now is good. why change it?â
âiâm focused on basketball, i donât need distractions.â
leni reached her breaking point, telling paige it was either they make it official or they never see each other again. she couldnât continue in âwill they, wonât theyâ cycle. leni had caught feelings for paige. feelings so deep she wanted to shout it from the rooftops and it felt like her entire world crashed down when paige said it was best if they didnât see each other again.
leni cried for days on end. buried under her duvet, waiting and wishing for paige to call or text and say she was wrong. to say she cared for leni they way leni cared for her. but no call or text came and eventually leni had to pick herself up and dust herself off. life doesnât end when a blue eyed girl breaks your heart.
paige saw leni as soon as she walked in. of course she did. paige would spot leni in a sea of a thousand people. her bouncy curls, longer than the last time paige saw them, her brown skin, still showing the remnants of summer, her dark brown eyes, deep as ever as they flitted around the room. paige also saw the blonde girl next to leni, the way her hand touched her back, the way her lips pressed to lenis temple. paige wanted to punch that girl right in the face.
âwhere are you going?â camilla, paiges girlfriend asks as paige begins to walk away from her, âjust to find a toilet. i wonât be long.â paige lies and she hurries off before camilla can say anything in response. paige wasnât going to find a toilet. paige was going to find leni and she knew exactly where she would be.
âlet me guess. you needed some fresh air.â hearing paiges voice made lenis hairs stand on end. she hadnât heard that raspy drawl in so long she had forgotten what it sounded like. âyou never did like parties.â paige says standing next to leni on the front porch. leni refused to look at paige, staring straight ahead, she focused on a street lamp in the distance that flickered. âi still donât.â she says and in her head, her voice was strong and brave but her lips betrayed her and her words came out shaky and low.
âwhy are you here then?â paige asks, ever the curious girl. âi came with my g- a fri-â leni couldnât bring herself to say the word girlfriend to paige. it was stuck in her throat threatening to choke her. âyour girlfriend. you can say it len. you came with your girlfriend.â
âyeah. i did. i came with my girlfriend. looks like you did too. never knew red heads were your thing.â leni all but spits at paige, finally building the courage to look at her. and when she does, the past twelve months of healing and moving on completely unravel and leni feels as though she about to faint.
paige looks the same but simultaneously so different. her hair is still blonde but itâs shorter and a lot brighter, like sheâs just had highlights. her skin looks smoother, in fact sheâs glowing. leni was sure sheâd grown a few inches too, paige was always taller than her but not this much taller. and as bad as leni was trying not to look, it was clear paige had been in the gym. the crop top she wore exposed her toned stomach and muscular arms and leniâs heart rate quickened as memories of those very arms being wrapped around her not so long ago flashed in her mind.
âare blondes your thing or just girls that look like me?â paige retorts and leni scoffs, âget your head out of your ass paige. girls that donât treat me like iâm nothing is my thing.â paige feels limp as leni says that, did she really make leni think she was nothing?
paige had a difficult time with relationships. she branded herself as ânot a relationship girlâ, blaming her focus on basketball as the reason but paige knew that was bullshit. paige wanted nothing more than to have a girl in the stands cheering for her, to come home after practice and her bedroom not be empty but growing up all paige knew was turbulent relationships and broken homes and she vowed to never hurt someone the way she watched her parents hurt each other. and the only way she knew how to do that was to avoid relationships altogether.
âyou werenât nothing to me, len.â paige defends herself but it feels pointless, lenis feelings were written on her face, she always found it hard to mask her emotions and nothing had changed.
âiâm sorry. what i did wasnât fair. i was stupid, so fucking stupid. letting you go-â leni couldnât hear this. not here, not now. not ever actually. leni had gone through hell and back trying to get over paige, just ask her friends who had hugged her while she sobbed, forced her eat when she refused, literally picked her up off the floor multiple nights in a row after she drank enough wine to make her forget paige ever existed.
âpaige, stop. this conversation is futile and one year too late.â leni holds her hand up to stop paige from saying anymore. to stop her from saying the words she was begging to hear last year.
âiâve changed len. i promise. i tried so hard, i worked so hard to change for you. i want to show you that.â
âhave you lost your fucking mind? i have a girlfriend paige and so do you. iâm happy. someone loves me, cares for me and itâs not a secret. itâs not behind closed doors. iâm someoneâs girlfriend and theyâre proud of that. and itâs fucked up of you to say all this stuff now, all this time later. i wasnât enough for you and that ripped my fucking heart to pieces!â
âyou were enough. you are enough. i was just blind and scared.â
leni was fighting the tears that threatened to spill, she didnât want to cry in front of paige, give her the satisfaction of knowing she still affected leni.
paige couldnât bare to see leni cry, the way her eyes glossed over and nose turned red, the way her lip quivered made paiges heart pang with guilt because after all, she was the reason leni was crying. âplease donât cry. i meant what i said. i really am sorry. and i know itâs complicated but i couldnât not tell you this. i couldnât not at least try it would feel like iâm robbing us of a chance.â
leni has averted her gaze again, there was something about holding eye contact with paige that felt like two hands around her neck squeezing every last breath out of her. it was suffocating and all consuming. when she was around paige, leni didnât feel like she was in the same realm as everyone else, she felt transported to somewhere far away but she had to bring herself back down to earth before she did or said something she regretted.
âa year ago you looked me in my eyes and said it would be for the best if we never saw each other again and you were right paige. i shouldnât have come to this stupid party and you shouldnât have followed me out here. from now on, we go back to how it was before. you donât know me. i donât know you.â
âbut i do know you len and you know me. so well.â paige does what sheâs been dying to do since stepping outside with leni and she reaches out and touches her cheek. wiping a stray tear but her hand lingers and lenis eyes flutter closed at the feeling of paige. a feeling sheâs craved for so long now, a feeling sheâs dreamt about experiencing again.
paige has always felt a magnetic pull towards leni. the first time she met her, she was intrigued. she wanted to know more about the dark, curly haired girl. they sat for hours the first time they spoke then they ended up in paiges bed and paige got her wish of knowing more about leni. she knew leni so well it was as if sheâd studied her. she knew what made her tick, how push her buttons, how to make her feel good. paige could read leni like a book, answering her questions before leni even asked them. thatâs not what scared paige though. she knew she could control her feelings. what scared paige was the fact leni knew her in the same way. if paige bueckers was a book, leni had every word committed to memory.
leni placed her hand over paiges, still cupping her face, âpaige, i canât-â she begins to speak but paige cuts her off. âtell me you love her more than me. tell me what you have feels realer than what we had. tell me that and iâll leave you alone.â
leni couldnât say that. she couldnât say any of it because it wasnât true. sheâs never loved anyone the way she loves paige and she doubts she ever will. but leni needed to protect herself. paige hurt her and leni couldnât cope with that again and she had no reason to believe paige when she said sheâd changed.
âdonât do that.â leni says looking at paige, her eyes as blue as ever, round and soft, pulling leni in. âdonât make this my decision. you walked away from me.â
âand it was the biggest mistake of my life.â paige says, eyes flicking down to lenis lips. she wanted to kiss her so bad. push her up against the wall, press her body into hers, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair. she wanted their lips to be on each otherâs, she wanted to taste lenis cherry lip balm, tongues moving in sync as they meshed into one being.
âa mistake youâll have to live with. i care about myself too much to risk being destroyed by the whirlwind that comes along with you paige.â lenis voice breaks as she turns away from paige as much as she believed paige was the reason they never worked out, she couldnât help but feel like she walking away from what sheâs always wanted.
âleni please-â paiges voice also faltered as she tried to pull leni back but the girl was strong and determined, âgoodbye, paige.â
leni had no time to ruminate over the conversation and just about managed to wipe her tear stained cheeks before riley appeared in front of her.
âthere you are! i got your water. who were you talking to out there?â
âno one. no one at all. letâs go dance.â leni says, plastering the fakest of smiles on her face. she didnât worry that riley would notice because riley rarely noticed anything.
leni spent the rest of the night knocking back drinks and willing herself to stop glancing at paige but it was near impossible. the six foot, one hundred and sixty pound girl was alluring to say the least and with her also staring back, leni was beginning to lose composure.
âkiss me.â leni asserts, grabbing on to rileys shirt collar, pulling her down. riley looks confused but she would never deny kissing her beautiful girlfriend so she presses their lips together, leni deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping into rileys mouth but itâs not right. it doesnât feel right. itâs not paige. and that makes leni feel sick. sheâll never kiss paige again and sheâll search for her in every girl but itâll be pointless because no one could compare. no one could even come close.
now breathless from a phoney, drunken make out session that left nothing but the sour taste of beer in her mouth, leni pulls away from riley but her eyes immediately go to where paige was stood just minutes ago. but the athlete is gone. the only sign of her once being there was her girlfriend, now left holding two drinks. âiâm going to the bathroom.â leni mumbles and she slips away from riley, leaving her too, with a drink in each hand.
the multiple drinks leni had consumed in quick succession were catching up to her and her body swayed as she walked around the frat house looking for paige. she swung open random doors, bursting in on one too many explicit activities that she wish she never saw. âsorry, my bad.â she muttered quickly closing another door. she continued her search and by the time she reached the end of the hall, with no sign of paige, she actually needed to pee.
the bathroom was occupied but leni couldnât wait, she knocked on the door over and over, âif youâre in there fucking, get out! iâm about to piss my pants!â she shouted over the music and she heard the lock click before the door slowly opened, âyou never were very patient.â paige emerged from the bathroom and leni felt like this was fate. âi was looking for you.â she slurred, glancing up at paige. âyou were?â leni nods, her eyes are glassy from intoxication, âi hate you for hurting me.â leni mutters but her actions do not resemble hate, they are needy and frantic as she pushes paige backwards into the bathroom, knocking the door closed with her foot.
âyou hate me?â paige asks, hearing those words hurt but feeling lenis touch on her chest as she shoved her against the wall overrode any of that. âuh huh.â leni nods again, her hand now travelling down paiges chest and gripping her waist. âhow much do you hate me?â paige tucks a piece of lenis hair behind her ear and leni leans into the touch, âso fucking much.â lenis breathing is ragged now as she pushes herself against paige, the craving she had for this woman was carnal and she doesnât know how she managed to stay away from her for an entire year.
âyou know im sorry. im different now len. hurting you is my biggest regret.â paige caresses lenis cheek, rubbing her thumb in small circles, she missed the feeling of her soft skin under her fingertips, âand this might just be mine.â leni says as she stands on her tiptoes to reach paige, crashing their lips together for the first time in over three hundred and sixty five days.
the kiss is sloppy and heated and influenced by the copious amounts of alcohol both girls had in their systems. paiges hands found lenis waist and she moaned into her mouth as her fingers explored every dip and curve on her body. leni felt like she was drowning and paige was air, she needed as much as she could get, nipping at paiges bottom lip before slipping her tongue into her mouth, saliva mixing to create the concoction that both girls missed so much.
âleni, are you in there?â there was a knock at the door and the voice of riley made leni jump away from paige, âitâs riley.â she whispered, eyes wide, âjust be quiet.â paige whispered back. âleni?â rileys voice called out again and leni was violently brought back down to earth.
what the hell was she doing? in a frat house bathroom with her ex friend with benefits, kissing her when she had a girlfriend. when they both had girlfriends. this wasnât leni. it wasnât who she was and she wouldnât hurt someone. she wouldnât allow herself to.
âno. this was a mistake. weâre drunk.â leni fixed her appearance in the mirror, smoothing down her tossled curls that paige had messed up, wiping the smudged lip liner from her cupids bow and re-adjusting her shirt that had been pulled down exposing the lace of her bra.
paige watched her silently, blue eyes several shades darker as they glared into the mirror at lenis reflection. leni caught her gaze and for a split second she considered listening to paige and staying silent but riley called out her name again, âim coming!â leni responded and without so much as a glance at paige she unlocked the bathroom door and closed it tight behind her. leaving paige alone and confused, wondering what the fuck just happened.
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Thankful for You
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Characters: Dean Winchester X Reader (wife), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Cass, Jack
Warnings: Just a little holiday fluff.
A/N: Just a short story about Thanksgiving Day in the bunker. The reader and Dean are newly married and she wants their first Thanksgiving as a married couple to be perfect.Â
I picked Dean instead of Jensen or any of his other characters, because Dean was the one who wouldnât know what a traditional Thanksgiving would look like.
Does not follow the Supernatural story line. Used characters from the show, but all work is my own. I do not own the rights to these characters.Â
Please donât take my work. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.
Written fast and not edited, please overlook any errors.Â
Minors DNI 18+
I woke up early, Deanâs arm laying loosely over my body. I slipped out of bed to our shared bathroom and took a quick shower. I needed to get the turkey on so it could be ready before everyone came over.
Dean and I had been married about 6 months and this was our first real Thanksgiving. Since he grew up in the hunting life, Thanksgiving wasnât something he celebrated. I on the other hand always had the traditional Thanksgiving with all the food, football and family you could handle.Â
I had bought a turkey, ham, rolls, yams, potatoes, green beans, stuffing, and of course pie. I knew I wouldnât have time to bake all the pies, so I bought a few, but wanted to make Dean a cherry pie from scratch.Â
I was thankful we had multiple ovens in the bunker, otherwise there was no way I could pull off roasting a turkey, making a ham and the pie in one day.Â
After my shower I went into the kitchen and prepared the turkey. Once it was in the oven I started on the pie and ham. By the time Dean got up I was washing and peeling potatoes.Â
He walked into the kitchen and leaned against the doorframe. His arms were crossed over his firm chest, and his feet crossed at the ankles. He smiled as he watched me flit around the kitchen.
âNeed any help, sweetheart.â His voice startled me. I looked up at him and bit my lip. God I was so incredibly lucky to have him. âGood morning, Dean. No, I'm okay right now.â
He crossed the room, came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned into his chest and he kissed my temple. âDo I smell pie?â He grinned.Â
âYes you do, but itâs in the oven. You have to wait.â Deanâs bottom lip poked out in a pout. I turned and faced him, placing my hands on his chest. âDean, itâs not ready yet. You have to wait.â âIs that the only pie?â He asked with a smirk.Â
âNow what do you think?â I said as I walked towards the counter. I held up the pumpkin pie and a grin spread across his face. He took three steps towards me and took the pie out of my hand with a chuckle.Â
âDean Winchester, give that back to me. Thatâs for later.â He laughed as he held it over my head. âWhatâs wrong sweetheart? Canât reach it? Youâre welcome to have it back if you can reach it.âÂ
âOh youâre so mean.â We both were laughing and I kept jumping, trying to reach the pie. Sam appeared at the door and saw us playing around. He loved seeing his brother so happy.Â
âAlright you two, get a room.â He said as he walked in to grab a coffee. âSam, please tell your brother to give me back the pie. Itâs for later.â Sam chuckled, threw his hands up in defeat, âYouâre on your own shortstack. I thought youâd know by now to never get in the way of Dean and his pie.âÂ
âHey! Youâre supposed to be on my side, Sammy.â I said as I kept trying to get the pie. âThanks baby brother.â Dean laughed.
âAlright, both of you, out of my kitchen. I have dinner to finish and youâre distracting me, Dean.â Dean placed the pie down, pulled me flush to him and kissed my lips.Â
âGod I love you, Y/N. I canât believe youâre mine.â âI love you too, Dean, and you better believe it. Until my last breath, Iâm yours.âÂ
Dean walked out of the kitchen and turned back to look at me again. His heart leaped in his chest.Â
I finished getting the rest of the food prepared and I set the dining room table. Sam invited Eileen, Jack and Cass were coming, and of course Dean and I would be there. I was excited to have all of our family there to help celebrate Thanksgiving.Â
As I stepped into mine and Deanâs room I found him sitting at his desk writing. I hadnât seen him write in a long time. He told me when we first started dating he would write sometimes to help with his anxiety.Â
âHey, baby. Iâm just gonna jump in the shower before everyone gets here.â I said as I stepped into the room. Dean looked up, âOkay sweetheart. Iâll be done here in a minute.â I lightly touched his shoulder, âOkay Dean.â
âHey sweetheart?â I turned to look at Dean from the bathroom doorway, âYes?â âI love you.â I smiled, âI love you too, Dean.â
About twenty minutes later I was showered, dressed and ready for dinner. When I walked into the room, Dean was gone and his journal was tucked away in its spot on the desk. I nervously bit my lip. I couldnât help but feel a pang of sadness creep into my heart. Dean was upset about something, but he was keeping it from me. I had worked so hard to get most of his walls down, it broke my heart to think there was something bothering him that he felt he couldnât share with me.Â
I took a deep breath and walked towards the dining room. Sam, Eileen, Cas and Jack were all there chatting. I looked around for Dean but didnât see him.Â
They all greeted me, âHey Y/N. Everything looks delicious, are you ready to eat?â I smiled, âSure, yâall dig in. Iâm going to find Dean.â Sam looked up at me, âHeâs in the garage.â I nodded and walked towards the garage.Â
I heard Dean before I even got in the room. I walked over to Baby and saw Dean sitting in the car. His eyes met mine, âDamn.â He whispered, causing me to blush.
âDean, dinner is ready. Letâs go eat.â Dean climbed out of the car and pulled me flush to him. âLook at how beautiful you look, sweetheart. I am one lucky man.â âDonât you forget it, Mr. Winchester.â âI could never, Mrs. Winchester.âÂ
âBefore we go, Y/N I wanted to talk to you.â I swallowed the lump in my throat and bit my bottom lip, âOkay.â My voice barely a whisper. âIâve done some pretty screwed up stuff in my life. I never thought I was worthy of anything, let alone love. Then I met you. I am thankful every single day I get to wake up next to you as your husband. You making this day special, this meal for us means so much to me. Nobody has ever loved me like you do. I know you saw me writing earlier, and I wanted to talk to you about that.âÂ
âDean, you donât have to. I know itâs how you deal with things in your head. Whatever you wrote, itâs okay if you keep it to yourself.âÂ
Dean stepped closer, âBaby I want to tell you. Itâs about you, us.â âOkay, Dean. Whatever you have to say I can take it. No matter what it is.â My heart hammered in my chest. I was terrified and didnât know why.
âSweetheart, Iâm ready.â I looked at him confused. âReady to eat?â I asked. Dean chuckled, âNo, well, yes, but thatâs not what Iâm talking about. Iâm ready to start a family with you. I want us to have those babies we talked about. I want to leave this world a little better than we found it.âÂ
My breath hitched, âWhat? You really want to start a family?â âYes, Y/N. I want to start a family with you. I canât wait to see our babies and raise them by your side.âÂ
I threw my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. âYes, Dean! A thousand times yes! Letâs have a baby.â Dean kissed me deeply, âWanna go start now?â He winked.Â
âAs much as I would, we do have a table full of guests who are hungry.â Dean chuckled, âYouâre right. Letâs go eat. I canât wait to get some of that pie you made.â âI canât wait to start a family with you, Dean.â He grabbed my hand, âMe either, darlinâ.âÂ
Dean and I walked into the dining room and greeted everyone. As I sat down and looked around the table at my family I smiled. I loved every single person sitting here with me, and I couldnât wait to bring a little one into this family.Â
We love each other deeply, protect completely, and never give up on each other. I know our baby will grow up loved, strong and protected.
As dinner started to wrap up, Sam and Eileen announced they were going to be getting married, Cas and Jack were rebuilding heaven, and Dean announced he and I were going to work on starting a family.Â
Everyone was excited for us. Jack stepped close to me and whispered in my ear. I looked at him and he nodded.Â
My heart fluttered. Later that night, Dean and I laid in bed, after a few times of trying and he held me tight.Â
âY/N, thank you for a wonderful day. I am so thankful for you.â âDean, I am thankful for you too, and our baby.âÂ
Deanâs brain took a second to catch what I said. His eyes shot open and he propped himself up on his elbow, âWhat baby?â I looked at my husband, deep in his green eyes, âJack told me tonight Iâm pregnant, Dean. Weâre pregnant.âÂ
âOh my god, sweetheart. Iâm gonna be a dad?â âYes, Dean. Youâre going to be a dad.â Dean gently placed his strong, calloused hands on my belly and kissed my lips. âNow this is something to be thankful for.â âYes it is, Dean. Happy Thanksgiving, my love.â Dean cupped my face, âHappy Thanksgiving to you too, sweetheart.âÂ
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Mandatory Snuggles
Wade had to go on a mission for a bit too long, in Loganâs mind. For this terrible crime, he is sentenced to snuggle jail for 5,000 years.
(For @poolverine-week Day 6: feral behavior)
No CWs this time, besides light-hearted canon typical behavior
Read it under the cut or on ao3!
âLogan? Iâm back! Just killed a shit ton of people so we can make rent this month!!â
Normally, Wadeâs entrance would be greeted by at least some sort of acknowledgement from Logan. A grunt if he was tired, a once-over to check for injuries- at least, the ones that took longer than a few seconds to heal- maybe even a kiss? He was really hoping for that last option today, it had been quite the adventureâŚ
Instead, he got Blind Al barely nodding at him, mumbling something under her breath about how she ever got herself into Wadeâs fucked up life- but thanks for getting us money this time, sweetheart- and Mary Puppins jumping on his leg as she usually did. Wade welcomed both greetings, especially the latter as he scooped the wrinkly dog into his arms and let her lick the remaining blood off of him, but where was Wolvie? His precious peanut? The best mutant ever and the light of his life- he always greeted him at the door! Something was up todayâŚ
âWolvie?â he called out, still to no response. Huh- maybe heâd fallen asleep. He probably shouldâve thought about that, actually, it was quite likely⌠at least, it would be if this wasnât an afternoon hit! Those were always risky as fuck, and it was Logan dutifully cooking dinner whenever he got home from one of those that always brightened his spirits afterwards. He was the best boy ever, always doing the most for him and their little family, and heâd take the claws in his chest every single time he reminded him- even when he was distracting him from said cooking- because it was true!!
An afternoon nap wasnât out of the question, though. It wasnât like Wade was mad at him for not cooking, heâd never asked him to in the first place! No matter how many times he told Logan that he didnât owe him anything, he still worked as if he did⌠âWorst Wolverineâ my ass!! Still, though, this was a different routine, and that couldnât ever mean anything good!! It could mean that his little honey badger was suffering, or worse. Logan⌠hated him? Logan wanted him to rot on the street now? After eight months of being his boyfriend?? What other reason would he have to not give him a kiss after work? Surely it must be true. Wade went to check their shared room, just to be sure, and-
Oh. Oh my god. He wouldâve taken a picture of this if he could, but why did this have to be the day his phone broke??
In the middle of their bed was Logan, curled up and purring in a pile of Wadeâs clothes. He was wearing a pair of his sweats to boot- and did I mention that the entire room smelled like Wolvie right now?? It was the best smell ever- to my nose, at least. If only AO3 had a scratch-and-sniff feature⌠Wouldnât that be something? Anyways, he was purring away in the clothing pile, clutching desperately to one of his many plushies- it looked like Hops the Frog was the lucky guy today!- but he didnât seem completely content. Or completely asleep, either. Poor Loganâs face looked all scrunched up, and he was writhing around trying to get comfortable- kinda like the first few nights they spent together! What was he doing? More importantly⌠how was his Wolvie feeling??
âHey, baby boy,â Wade cooed innocently enough, but Loganâs eyes still shot open and locked with his, daring him to say a word. Or were they? He wasnât moving from where he was- if anything, heâd pressed his face further into the flannel shirt it was next to, breathing deeply through his nose⌠Ohhh! Did his kitty miss him? Was that the problem? This would be a quick fix, then⌠if Wolvie would let him in without any claws right now, that is.
âIâm back! I mean, you can probably see me, canât you? How⌠how are you feeling, Wolvie?â he asked in a much softer tone than heâd normally use in a situation like this. Logan let out a low, quiet groan, serving as his only response to that question⌠Wade took off his own mask, the slight dampness in Loganâs eyes now noticeable to him. Oh, poor kitty⌠He really hoped he didnât worry him too much, with how long his job had gone today, but it seemed like it was too late for that now. Right now, Wade needed to help his scrunkly scrimblo pookie bear feel better⌠Did he know what any of those words meant? Nope! But they were all Logan nonetheless.
The sad ball of Wolverine on his bed turned around, trying his best to hide his face from the world, and especially Wade. He knew how this went by now, as Logan still thought this side of himself was weird and embarrassing to witness. When heâd told him that the first time, Wade laughed and kissed his forehead gently- he was the poster child of all things weird and embarrassing! Logan had absolutely nothing to worry about, especially not if his big, dark secret was this adorable.
âAw, peanut- if you wanna talk about it, Iâm always down for a trauma-dumping session! I can take a load of emotional release dripping down my neck and chest any dayâŚâ Logan huffed, turning around briefly to shoot Wade a glare before curling in on himself again. If only he knew how to talk to anyone like a normal person. âOr not! You can just sit there, all comfy like the big kitty cat you are, and I can go get us some chimichangas! How about that?â he asked, giving Logan a minute incase he wanted to respondâŚ
Still nothing. Damn! Usually, calling Wolvie a kitty (yâknow, because he IS!!) always got a response from him. Claws through his shoulder, a grumble of âstop calling me thatâ or âthatâs not even close to what a wolverine is, Wade, doesnât make any damn sense-â it all depended on the mood, really. This afternoon, it didnât seem like Logan wanted to do anything except bury his face as far into those pink-hearted pajama bottoms as he could. Couldnât he do that while he was wearing themâŚ? Well, not right now, he couldnât. Because it was sad Wolvie hours, apparently. And it was all his fault, so if he didnât want to talk about it or eat about itâŚ
Wade leaned over the bed to touch Loganâs head, rubbing the hair there gently. âWhat does my little Wolvie want, hm?â he asked him, as though he was talking to their dog instead- just before two massive arms leapt forward and pinned Wade to Logan. âAHH!! Shit, Logi, you couldâve just asked!!â he yelped, trying to wriggle himself into a comfier position against the heavier man- to absolutely no avail. âNot that I would ever say no to you, of courseâŚâ
If Wade shifted his head just so- tilted it upwards as much as he could, with it being smushed against his shoulder by an insistent hand, he could see Logan, as cute and dangerous as ever. His expression was uncharacteristically soft, and how could Wade forget that gorgeous rumbling he felt against his own chest? His purring⌠so loud and deep today, it was like heâd been gone for a month or something! It always felt so good against his sore body, though, that it made him want to press up against a happy Wolverine until the end of timeâŚ
âThereâs my Wolvie⌠Did you miss me? I know, how dare capitalism keep me away from you, but Iâll always come back! I literally canât disappear forever, and you know itâŚâ Wade yammered on with that same loving tone, going to scratch Loganâs fluffy beard once he got one of his hands free. His purrs only increased, leaning into his palm and rubbing his chin against it insistently.
Once his hand was acceptably covered in Wolvie scent, Logan pressed his face against Wadeâs neck, rubbing against it over and over. Wade knew that Logan doing this was just as much to cover himself in Wadeâs scent as to scent-mark him possessively, and his heart melted into a puddle every time he did it. Now that his hair was thoroughly within reach, Wade couldnât resist playing with it, especially when it made Logan purr even louder⌠After a few seconds of them doing this- so much petting and nuzzling anyone could confuse this scene with the average hotel room of two AnthroCon attendees- the tension in Wolvieâs body seemed to loosen considerably, making Wade smile with relief.
He leaned down, kissing the top of Loganâs head several times in rapid succession. Wadeâs heart couldâve exploded at the way they made Logan melt in his arms... âSee? You are a kitty, Wolvie! So demanding of my attention⌠I wonder what would happen if I pulled away for juuust a second-â As soon as Wadeâs hand left Loganâs head, he felt a hand reach back to push it back down, claw tips sticking out and everything!! âHehehe, yep, I knew it!! So needy⌠You couldnât even wait for me to come back to smell me again?â Wadeâs clothes were still strewn about around Logan, one of his shirts wrapped around his neck. Wade knew he wouldnât be washing that one for a while...
When Wolvie pulled back, he held Wadeâs face firmly with both of his big hands (paws!!) and kissed him roughly. Wade sighed happily at the rough show of affection, feeling the desperation in the way Logan licked at his lips and returning his feverish pace as they made out passionately. Usually, Logan wouldâve been the first to pull away, but Wade had to push at the fluffy bastardâs chest after a long while to free himself. Maybe he could die of suffocation via Wolvie kisses another time!
What certainly wouldnât do, though, was the look of shame that barely flashed across Wolvieâs face the moment their lips parted. Wade never wanted Logan to feel like he was being too much- au contraire, he could never have enough of him! âWolvie, sweetie pumpkin, look at meâŚâ He caressed Loganâs face as he did as he was told- good boy, such a sweet boy⌠Wade kissed his forehead, booping his nose with his thumb at the same time. âLove you, kitty,â he mumbled, and though he wouldnât hear the words back for a couple more hours, the way Logan pressed himself to his chest told Wade all his heart needed to hear.
âSorry for not texting back, by the way. My phone got smashed to bits by an evil landlord. Yes, I know thatâs redundant, dear reader, but this one liked to curb-stomp puppies! Oh, it was badâŚâ
Logan just kept purring away in his arms as he spoke nonsense as usual, but in the distance, Wade heard Blind Al find the wreckage heâd left on the counter- âThis is the third one this month, Wade! God damn it allâŚâ
Much to her chagrin, neither Logan nor Wade could bring themselves to care right now.
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One Year of 0cta9on
Hello everyone! :]
Today marks exactly a year since I debuted as a writer! In an ideal world, I wouldâve had some crazy story planned for today, but my current circumstances didnât allow for that, so enjoy this semi-sappy yap session instead :>
I started writing during a particularly low point in my life where my mental health was in the gutters and I had an insane amount of free time. Iâve always liked imagining stories in my head, so the next obvious step was to start writing those stories down. Hence, 0cta9on was born :]
Channeling my energy into something creative provided me with a distraction from all the things that weighed on my mind and become a source of joy for me. While I know Iâm not the best or most well-known writer in this community, seeing even a single comment on my work fills me with such an unexplainable amount of joy. To know that thereâs people out there that enjoy the silly little stories I put out is genuinely insane in the best way possible <3
Since Iâm mainly a fluff writer, I wasnât sure what other writers in this community would think of me. But my worries were almost immediately quelled when I first joined the writer discord and became friends with a bunch of amazingly talented writers. Shout out to @msafterhours, @writerpeach, @octoberautumnbox, @gangplanksorenji, @prael, @kooyabooya, @okaylikeschaewon, @mintwithchoco, @defmaybe, @sinswithpleasure, @midnightdancingsol, @capslocked, @svndaysaweek, @usedpidemo, and of course many, many more for being so kind and welcoming <3
Recap of my past year of writing:
Wrote 8 chapters of Unlikely Duet, my cute little slice-of-life romance series starring best girl, Minji <3 Chapter 8 is the longest piece Iâve written so far at +18k words!
First Snow was the first fluff one shot I made. Rough around the edges, but we all start somewhere.
Beach Day and Good Idea were my first attempts at writing smut and they are⌠alright, I guess :> Part of me wants to go back and revise them, but I barely have the time and motivation to work on new drafts ;[
Masterpiece is still probably my favorite fluff one shot Iâve written so far, and while itâs not the best written by any means, I still really like how it turned out :]
FFF2+4 and Train Ride to Heaven for me marked the start of when I started becoming more comfortable writing smut. Iâm still not that great, but itâs fun and I think thatâs all that counts for me :]
Stuck with You was the first commission I ever did! Writing someone elseâs idea is always difficult, but Iâm glad the buyer liked the final product :]
Stroke of Luck was the first time I ever wrote a threesome. I think it went okay :>
Wrote And We Danced and Sunscreen for a fun prompt challenge hosted in the writerâs discord (You can thank @mintwithchoco and @msafterhours for these <3). The latter ended up turning into a quaint little mini series :]
Lessons was my second ever commission and my first attempt at femdom. While femdom isnât really my thing, it was a fun challenge writing about something new and I really like the little gimmick I threw in there :]
I wrote Today, like, two days ago at 1am without much revising or editing (Shoutout @defmaybe for reading through it before I released <3). Go read it if you havenât yet pls n thenk yew :>
Wrote 15 shorts from ideas submitted by you guys! Some of my favorite stories Iâve written have been shorts and theyâre always nice when Iâm low on ideas :]
While I likely wonât have anything out for a while, I think itâd be fun to pull back the curtain a little bit and hint at what Iâve been working on :]
đ°đŚ// Sheâs just your coworker. Just that. Nothing else.
đťđ// It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?!
đâ¨// Upcoming New Variety Show: Fan Date! Episode 1, starring [REDACTED]
đđ§// Time changes, but summer stays the same
Iâve run out of things to talk about, so this concludes my one year anniversary post :> Despite my unplanned and prolonged hiatus, I want yâall to know that I do NOT plan on retiring anytime soon. I have so many stories I still want to tell, whether you like it or not >:]
Have a good day/night and I love yall <3 Have a Minji :]
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Alicia watches the introduction video
CW: mind control, brainwashing, bimbofication, unaware, femdom, femsub, maledom(indirect)
Alicia settled into the leather seat. Behind her a loud click echoed through the room. She fiddled with her business skirt, fingers numb. Taking a deep breath she tried to calm her beating heart. She just finished an interview for a new job. Everything was fine. Nothing worrisome happened. Quite the opposite, she told herself, they invited her to watch the orientation. That had to be good. The queasy sensation in her stomach was surely her nerves.
Hesitant Alicia put a lock of her long black hair behind her ear. Another deep breath sent shivers through her ample chest, one she tried to hide in a grey business suit. She swallowed a lump of nervousness down, eyes finally settling on the bright screen. They told her this was mandatory. Yet it didn't help to soothe her. Her legs crossed to at least distract her from her nervousness, the smooth pantyhose making them appear a bit thicker than she would like. This would all be over soon. Just get through this stupid video and she would get the job.
Alicia took another deep, trembling breath when the video began. A loud annoying, yet memorable, jingle danced through the air. Flickering an office came to life on the screen. The quality seemed rather low to Alicia like something from the 90's. The furniture appeared to have come from the same era as well. At least it felt that way to Alicia who was more accustomed to clean, simple and modern offices.
With her brows slightly knitted together Alicia watched a woman waddling into view of the camera. Alicia's eyes blew wide open at the clothes the woman wore. Her heels had to be around 12 inch, at the very least! A tight red skirt swayed with each step the woman made, drawing the camera's and Alicia's attention towards her behind.
Her behind which jutted out like she was in constant mid-bend. Alicia's jaw dropped when the woman finally sat down, and leaned back, her skirt sliding up her thick thighs. Her breasts looked enormous on top of her slim body. The flimsy blouse hid nothing. If Alicia had to bet, the top buttons would pop at any time, freeing those big tits. Tits, her ass. A shiver ran over Alicia's skin when the image of her in that same outfit popped to mind.
'God no,' she told herself. There was no way she could wear something so skimpy. Yet the idea sent a pulse of molten desire through her core. She pressed her thighs tighter together as if that could hide her body from view.
Alicia's attention returned to the woman on screen when her bright, red lips parted, and a melodic, sensual voice filled Alicia's ears. "Hi," she paused, "and welcome to this very short introductory video to your new job!" The smile grew even more on the woman's red painted lips, "This will give you some basic knowledge of how you will act everyday."
With each passing sentence, a strange and unnerving sensation crawled up from her toes. Alicia writhed in the leather seat. She didn't want to listen to that woman anymore, her voice so seductive, sending unwanted and unusual pulses through her body. With a deep breath â she settled into her seat â ears perked, listening.
"When I first started here-" her voice lowered to a sultry purr, "-the office environment seemed a lot like a prison to me," She laughed a laugh so light and joyful â Alicia found herself giggling.
"But now," the woman continued, "it's different, it is like a playground." Her eyes twinkled with an alluring void. Alicia couldn't help but be drawn in, her mind blanking as the woman's smile grew. "We are at a wonderful company where your growth-" she moaned, cupping her breasts "-will never stop." She arched in her chair, pushing those bountiful globes on display, her head falling back. "We will help you unlock-" a hiss left her throat "-all your potential."
Alicia held her breath. She watched with bated interest as those voluptuous lips opened in a soft gasp.
"We love seeing-" another loud, sensual moan echoed through the room, "-you grow and succeed!" The woman giggled, tilting her head, exposing her slender neck. "You have nothing to fear when you start, our company is very friendly, and I know," she leaned closer to the camera, whispering, "that you'll be-" her eyes closed as another wave of ecstasy ran through her "-absolutely happy and content."
With each moan, each sway of the large chest, each pout of her lips â the video captured the speaker in every glorious moment of lusty pleasure. Alicia squirmed and shifted in her leather chair, the heat in her lower stomach growing, spreading like wildfire throughout her entire being. And yet, Alicia couldn't stop watching. The static danced inside her mind. She felt like her brain had been wired directly into this video.
"Now, let's talk about work-appropriate behavior," the woman chuckled. "When we say 'be the most slutty, erotic and enticing creature imaginable,' we don't just mean dress like a slut. Oh, no. Company policy demands you change everything about yourself. Your personality, your hobbies, your friends. Anything." She smirked, a dangerous look in her bright eyes, one that sent an icy shiver through Alicia. "Your hair will grow long. Your body will reshape. You will be the best slutty version of you possible," she giggled as a soft orgasmic gasp slipped her parted lips. "And you will love it. There are so many possibilities in which your new form might look, but there's no doubt that it's better than what you've been, who you are," her voice dropped into a husky breathy tone. "It's better than the weak shell of the woman you were." The woman grinned widely at the camera.
Alicia's insides quivered at the sight. But not in fear. No. An unexplainable feeling had her clenching her muscles tightly, her insides fluttering. An unfamiliar feeling of hot, seething lust surged within. She felt her nipples stiffen, aching to be touched, stimulated, and suckled. Alicia's eyelids grew heavier, her mind swam in the thick, sticky haze of the eroticism. A thin film of sweat coated her skin, her clothes stuck to her body.
Alicia's attention was dragged to those thick, red lips, and how they curled around a smile. No. Not a smile. A hard long shaft. The woman moaned softly around that long thick thing in her mouth. Her eyes fluttered with joy. Each moan and slurp sounded amplified to Alicia. Every wet squelch of spit. Each grunt of effort. Even the soft sighs and heavy gasp. It all filled Alicia's head. Her own lips formed a ring. Sucking on nothing she squirmed on her seat. Her legs trembled, spread wide.
"That's it. Just let the sensation run over your whole being." The speaker crooned, pulling that huge length out from her wet, hot, welcoming mouth. She stroked the shaft lazily with her manicured fingers. "Feel it push everything out, but the desire to be a slut, a needy whore." She shuddered at her own words. Her face flush in a bright shade of arousal. "Yes. Let that cock slide into you, and take what's yours." She breathed huskily. "Feel how your self melts into that new, perfect form."
The speaker looked directly at the camera. At Alicia. Directly into her hazy mind. Into her lust clouded eyes. Into her dripping heat. The woman grinned, a look full of promises. And the world darkened for Alicia. Her mind felt blank, her head fuzzy. The world around her disappeared as her own breath sounded far away. As if someone pulled the plug, and Alicia was slipping into the void.
Hours later a gentle shove woke Alicia up. Wetness drenched her clothes. Her body was flushed in an all-encompassing pink blush. The air filled with a sweet, intoxicating scent. Her gaze met that of the person next to her. A woman with big, beautiful eyes. A smile of recognition pulled her soft lips wider, her eyes twinkled with a dark knowing. "Hello, darling," she chuckled.
A golden badge sparkled on the woman's large breasts. Electricity shot through Alicia's nerves. With a stretched set of lips she bolted up. Body stiff and at attention she pushed her chest forward, her butt out. "Hello Miss Brighton," she cooed. The words sounding sweet and sultry, so very different from how she remembered speaking.
Miss Brighton smirked. Her gaze slid down the girl's frame. Her tongue ran over her soft, pink lips. A shimmer of appreciation danced in her eyes. "You've made a wonderful, most beautiful, change, Alicia. The company will be proud to have such an alluring slut working for us."
The words alone enticed a moan through Alicia's mouth. A blush spread across her face and she nodded eagerly. She watched with hungry eyes when Miss Brighton leaned over Alicia. Their faces mere inches apart, her hot breath ghosted over Alicia's cheek. The warmth of it was both a caress and a command to pay close attention. "You have completed the basic training, but-" she let it hang for a moment.
Alicia straightened. "Yes, Miss Brighton?" A quiver of desperation tainted her voice. Miss Brighton's hand landed on her shoulder. A finger traced circles on Alicia's bare skin.
"You'll have to follow a strict regime to be truly useful for the company," Miss Brighton drawled, her lips only moments away from touching the other girl. A low whimper of anticipation escaped Alicia's lips. "If you are a good, eager, obedient employee, and you prove yourself, then you may just get a special reward." She pressed her breasts against Alicia's, squishing them together. "Big massive tits. Worthy of a slutty whore." She breathed the words into Alicia's ear. Shudders of arousal danced through the girl, her body trembling with a burning desire, and the promise of pleasures yet to come.
Miss Brighton licked along the edge of Alicia's ear, pulling the lobe with her teeth. "If you behave, you might get to suck some big, hard cocks in front of the board of directors." Miss Brighton's breath brushed against the shell of her ear as she spoke. Her words were quiet, barely a whisper. "Would you like that? To suck on all of them? Their hard shafts pushing deep inside you as your tight cunt is fucked so very, very nicely."
Alicia whimpered in reply, unable to form coherent thoughts, unable to do anything beyond trembling, her whole being consumed. "Yes, Miss Brighton." She managed finally. "I would like that, more than anything else in this whole world." The words came easily, tumbling out without a single hitch in the girl's throat, as if she had spoken the words hundreds, if not thousands of times before. And in truth, they were not only familiar but deeply true.
"Very good. Then follow me. A whore needs to look the part."
With a soft caress of Miss Brighton's lips against hers, they stood up. Alicia swayed to the rhythm of Miss Brighton's footsteps. With her high heels clicking on the marble floors she walked towards a dressing room at the end of the corridor. The walls of the hallways had various paintings of erotic women with bountiful curves and voluptuous assets, in skimpy clothes. Alicia could not believe how she missed such tantalizing decor.
Miss Brighton took Alicia to a room full of clothes, each one more daring, more skimpy and slutty than the previous. Alicia couldn't take her eyes off of the revealing, enticing lingerie, skimpy tops and mini-skirts, and provocative undergarments, the colours of the clothes seemed so bright, and enticing, and tempting, and Alicia's skin was aching with a hunger to wear every piece.
"Don't be shy, dear. Take one. After all, there aren't any inhibitions left inside that head of yours, are there?" Miss Brighton whispered in Alicia's ear as she passed, trailing a teasing line across her collarbone as if painting her flesh.
Alicia trembled with an insatiable, overwhelming, and intoxicating need. It consumed her thoughts completely, the feeling of desire building up until it seemed unbearable. An incoherent noise bubbled from within her chest. Alicia lunged for the nearest article of clothing in a state of near frenzy. She grasped the g-string, the sheer material gliding beneath her fingers. Her heart pounded heavily against her chest. With a quick movement, she slipped it on. Alicia's pussy clenched as the fabric settled over her sensitive and aching slit, and the sensation was electric as her need grew even greater and her clit throbbed hard with a desire to be touched. She reached for a matching lacy, sheer bra next. The tiny piece of fabric cupped her sensitive breasts so perfectly. They fit so neatly into the thin material, and her nipples poked out through the sheer lace, straining to break free.
"Hmmm. Very good, dear. Continue to please." Miss Brighton nodded in approval.
With an excited eagerness that was all but uncontainable, Alicia moved onto the rest of her new wardrobe, sliding on the black stockings with red ribbons that wrapped tightly up to her mid thighs, then shimmying her way into a pencil skirt that hugged and accentuated her curvy behind and was just short enough to leave almost nothing left for anyone's imagination. A top strained to be see-through hugged her bust.
Miss Brighton's smile of approval was enough to spur her onward.
With her high-heeled pumps tapping lightly against the floor, Alicia walked over to Miss Brighton and smiled brightly, her eyes alight with delight. "How do I look, miss?" Alicia's voice dripped with anticipation. A delightful, wicked tingle raced through her whole body as Miss Brighton's eyes hungrily devoured the sight.
"Delicious." Miss Brighton emphasized the last s into a long lustfilled sound. It weaved it's way through Alicia's taught frame. She stood straighter, stiffer in response. A good slut only came on command. But she stirred in hot molten ecstasy. It was enough for Alicia.
"Your office is right at the end of this corridor, whore," Miss Brighton purred. A thin finger traced the valley of Alicia's breast down towards her stomach, ending just before her mound. Alicia clenched her muscles tight to not squirm in delight.
"Yes, Miss Brighton," Alicia mewed, barely a whisper passing between those thick, glossed lips, as her eyes half closed under heavy eyelids. "I will get to it. Immediately." She pushed the word out past the thick veil of arousal that hung on her mind like a heavy wet curtain, obscuring everything.
"And don't forget: be ready all the time, dear," the last word dripped like hot, wet sex down Alicia's body.
Rolling her hips, Alicia sashayed to her new office â her new life and self.
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pillow talk
in which spencer reid chooses a very odd time to reveal an anecdote from his past to fem!reader
18+ (fluff, extremely suggestive) warnings/tags: fingering but nothing graphic whatsoever, it's basically fade to black sex, discussions of spencer's gsw from season 5, medical talk (and inaccuracies), spencer is a sarcastic little shit a/n: found this super random little thing in my drafts and it was done and i think it's silly and cute so i'm posting it! 600 words, short n sweet!
âYou got shot in the knee?â
Itâs perhaps said too loudly for the settingâtucked into Spencerâs bed in the late hours of the night when up until this point the conversation had been nothing but murmured stories and quiet giggles. And before that, wellâbefore that there hadnât been much conversation at all.Â
Still you canât find it within yourself to apologize as you sit up, holding the top sheet to your chest and looking down at Spencer incredulously. His eyebrows raise like heâs surprised by your reaction.Â
âThigh, technically. And it was years ago. Come back.â
You huff but allow yourself to be pulled back down, head on his shoulder as his hand finds its place stroking your hip once more.Â
âHow have you never told me that?â
âYou never noticed the multiple incision scars on my leg?â
âWhat? No! Can I look now?â
âYou wonât be able to see them. Itâs too dark.â
You angle your head toward him, and he does the same, tilting his down until your noses almost brush.Â
âSo turn the light on.â
âIf I turn the light on Iâll get distracted.â
âDistracted by what?â You ask, realizing what he means and voice quickly fading even as you finish the sentence. He chuckles and kisses your head.Â
âIâll show it to you in the morning. Come here.â
âI am here,â you grumble. He hums, leaning down further to try and kiss you.Â
âCloser.â
So you scoot up the mattress and roll onto your side, pressed right against him, to meet him halfway in a sweet kiss.Â
âYouâre kind of spoiled,â you laugh against his lips as he begins pushing the sheet from your body.Â
âYou have to be nice to me. I got shot, remember?â
âRight. And how long ago was this, approximately?â
âIt was 19 days before my 28th birthday.â
So much for approximations.Â
âAw. You got shot for your 28th birthday?â
Itâs his turn to laugh into the kiss as he carefully rolls over you but recovers quickly, assuming a deadpan delivery.Â
âYeah. And it was really bad.â
âSexy,â you murmur as he kisses down your jaw. âTell me more.â
âShots to the leg can be life-threatening if the femoral artery is nicked. Thankfully the bullet missed mine. Youâre welcome.â
Your heart skips with a split second of true anxiety, but you snort at his cavalier attitude.Â
âYeah? This is really working for me.â
He lowers his voice to the one he uses in more intimate contexts and you giggle as he explains his gunshot wound to you like itâs dirty talk.Â
âThe bullet went in through my rectus femorisâŚâ now uninhibited by the sheet, he finds the spot on your thigh and pinches lightly, âand came out clean through my semitendinosis muscle.â
âClean? No bone fragments?â
âNope. The doctors said I was extremely lucky it didnât splinter my femur but it completely destroyed my muscles. I had to do physical therapy for a year and a half and I had a cane for months.â
âThatâs kind of hot,â you breathe, losing commitment to the bit as his kisses get lower and his hand creeps higher.Â
âWait until you hear about the mid-surgery aortic clamping and ligature complications. Youâll love thisâI was awake the whole time.â
A soft moan slips from between your parted lips and your brows pinch.Â
âSpencerââ
âWhat?â He murmurs. âMe getting shot in the leg isnât sexy anymore?â
You manage something between a breathy laugh and a mewl as your back arches.Â
âIâm gonna kill you.â
He hums against your throat.Â
âGood luck. Youâd be far from the first to try.â
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When Things Turn Green Again
SYNOPSIS: Hoping to mend the pain of your broken heart and bury the memory of your failed marriage, you turn towards the woods. A cabin was left in your name and itâs the exact distraction you were looking for. What you didnât anticipate is meeting a quiet, ruggedly handsome man along the way who helps you heal.
PAIRING: Logan x fem!reader
WC: 11k
WARNINGS: smut 18+; mdni; angst; mentions of cheating/divorce; emotional trauma; fluff; sexual innuendos; brief mentions of drinking; dirty talk; slight dom!Logan; oral (f receiving); fingering; doggy style; cock warming; sex with feelings; unprotected p in v
A/N: I pictured either Origins!Logan or Wolverine!Logan, but I think you can envision any Logan youâd prefer. And again thanks to @joelsgoldrush for the support through writing this â¤ď¸ I really do love this piece I wrote and I hope you do too. Feedback is always welcome and appreciated! And thank you to everyone who has read, commented, liked and reblogged both Soft Edges and Til The Sun Turns BlackâI never imagined either of those stories reaching over 1k notes.
The gravel crunches under your tires as you roll down the long driveway. Memories bloom deep in your chest as you near the cabin, of times simpler than this, unburdened by trappings of real life. You spent your formative years out here in the woods with your grandfather. Summers spent learning how to fish on the lake; how to recognize the poisonous berries from the nonpoisonous ones; and making fires, roasting marshmallows long after the sun had gone down.Â
Your grandfather had helped build this cabin. Heâd always preferred the outdoors and solitude from peopleâwith the obvious exception of your grandmother and motherâand heâd often come here to escape. Especially after he lost them both.Â
The cabin comes into view through the trees just starting to unfurl their spring foliage. Patches of snow still dot the landscape but the wet brown of winter is losing to springâs verdant hues. The structure has seen better days, last having been lived in over ten years ago.Â
A stab of regret pierces your chest. The cabin was willed to you when your grandfather died, but this was your first trip up here since the funeral. You planned to, of course, but as the old saying goes, life happened. Now, youâre hoping the old place can give you something to sink your energy into besides thinking about your failed marriage.Â
You park the truck and step out, surveying the property. The shrubs and flower beds are overgrown and choked with old growth and weeds. Years worth of leaves rest upon the roof and clog the gutters. The front porch has several loose or missing spindles and youâre almost afraid to step up onto the old boards. Proving yourself right, the wood groans and creaks beneath your feet, certain spots threatening to give way.
âThatâs going to be a fun project,â you mutter to yourself.
Opening the front door, youâre met with the damp mustiness of a long closed up space. A layer of dust seems to coat nearly every surface and cobwebs linger in the corners. Youâre hoping the repairs needed inside the cabin are more cosmetic than costly.
You open up the old blinds, letting the early morning light filter in the room. Itâs not a large space, an open kitchen, living room and dinning area with separate bedroom and attached bathroom. A small set of steps leads up to a loft, which also doubles as a sleeping space or bonus area.
You unload your belongings from the truck, tucking them away inside the bedroom, before opening all the windows to let in the fresh air. Thankfully, the glass and protective screens are in relatively good repairâa few need replacing, but an easy enough job. You feel a sense of purpose flourish within you, something you havenât felt for months and you wonder if this is just the reprieve you need to find yourself again.
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You spend the morning taking inventory of the repairs needed around the cabin to make it immediately livable. Jotting down a list of supplies, you hop in your truck and head into town to hit up the hardware store.Â
The owner, George, recognizes you from previous trips with your grandfather when you were younger. He greets you warmly and helps you find everything you need. As youâre checking out, he asks, âRun into Logan yet?â
âLogan?â
He nods his head. âShares a property line with you. Has a cabin of his own just about a quarter mile north of yours. Asked him to keep his eye out on the place.â
âOh, well, that was nice of him,â you comment, stuffing your receipt in your purse.Â
George shrugs. âFigured it would give him something different to do. Doesnât interact much with people.â
âGuess Iâll just have to introduce myself then,â you say, lifting your bags up off the checkout counter.Â
âGood luck with that,â George responds with a huffed laugh. âHeâs not one for small talk.âÂ
You give George a polite smile and leave the store, bags in hand. But the conversation sparks your curiosity and you find yourself thinking of the man who shares the woods with you. You promised yourself once you were settled, youâd make the short hike towards his place and introduce yourself.
Arriving back at the cabin, you park the truck and hop out, stopping short when you spot a lone figure walking around from the back of your property. You canât stop the prickle of anxiety that zips up your spine as the figure comes closer, but he doesnât see you yet, his eyes on the ground as he walks.
You shut the truck door with more force than necessary, the sound echoing off the trees. He looks up then and you suck in a short breath as his rugged features come into viewâwell trimmed but scruffy beard, wild dark hair and a fit muscular frame you can see even under the flannel of his shirt.
Butterflies flutter in your stomach and you canât remember the last time youâve felt like this. You can feel a blush creep across your face and you grip the bags in your hands tighter just to feel something other than the hammering of your heart in your chest.
He stops short of where youâre standing and jerks a thumb behind him. âTurned your electrical breaker on,â he says without introduction and you can only stare at him.
âOh,â you say dumbly. âI, uhâthanks.â
He tilts his head and looks at you and you feel like youâre on fire under his glare. Itâs an inquisitive one, like he canât quite figure out what youâre doing in a place like this and you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. And yet, you donât want him to stop looking at you.Â
âRight,â he says, reaching into the pocket of his jeans for something. He fishes out a key and holds it in your direction. âThis is yours.â
You shift the bags, so youâre holding them all in one hand and reach for the key. Your fingertips brush against his just briefly, but itâs enough to set sparks along your skin and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. As he steps back from you, you blurt out your name and then immediately wish for a swift death at your awkwardness.Â
God, this was embarrassing.Â
Itâs like youâve never interacted with humans before.
He gives the barest hint of a smile. âLogan.â
âNice to meet you, Logan,â you say, just so you can taste his name in your mouth.
Logan nods and turns to head down the path that leads away from your cabin and deeper into the woods. You watch him go, his figure fading further into the distance and you canât help but think, Iâm in trouble.Â
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You spend the rest of the day keeping busy around the cabinâwiping down dusty surfaces, sweeping up cobwebs, replacing broken light bulbsâbut your mind never strays far from Logan and the inexplicable pull you have towards him.Â
Youâve dated. You were married. You werenât a stranger to the opposite sex and physical attraction, but this felt like more. Like an unavoidable pull between you and him and youâve just been spun into his orbit.Â
And that attraction terrifies you.Â
Over the next few days, you try and shove him from your mind. It helps that you havenât seen him again, but your eyes inevitably dart towards the path leading away from your cabin as if youâre expecting him to come walking through.Â
Then, the idea comes to you late one night as youâre sitting in front of the fire, watching the flames lick higher. No matter how hard you had tried, Logan remained firmly planted in your mind, his roots stubborn and unyielding.Â
Your grandfather always said your grandmotherâs cooking was always something that warmed his heart.Â
But as you walk the small path towards Loganâs property you briefly wonder if youâve lost your mind. You carry the small pie dish in your hands and as his cabin grows closer youâre actually contemplating turning back and forgetting the whole thing.
Who the hell bakes pies for people any more?
His cabin is smaller than yours, a little more rustic and worn, which seems fitting based on the little you know about him. Several piles of firewood line the roofed porch and at the opposite end, a single chair and table sit in front of the window. With one last shaky inhale, you climb the steps and rap your knuckles against the door. From inside you hear heavy footfalls and then the door opens.
Logan looks down at you and then towards the dish in your hands, an odd expression crossing his handsome features.
âI made you a pie,â you blurt unceremoniously and you instantly wish for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
Logan just continues to stare at you and you think you see the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth. But maybe not.
âI, uh, my grandfather lived in the cabin next to yours and itâs mine now. Iâm fixing it up, becauseâŚwell, just because and he taught me to pick berries as a kid? So, I did that and I made you this,â you finish in a ramble, flames of embarrassment licking across your skin.
Jesus fucking Christ.
His eyes flick down at the dish in your hands again and you hold it up a bit higher, nudging it closer towards him. As he reaches out to take it, his fingers brush against yours and you again feel electricity tingle down your fingertips. If he notices it too, he says nothing, not that heâs said anything since you showed up on his porch.Â
Logan tucks the dish closer to his body and gives you a slight nod. You take that as a good sign and step back to leave. âOkay, cool, cool. Well, um, enjoy. I made sure all he berries were the edible ones so you donât end up throwing up everywhere.â
At that he actually huffs a chuckle. âGood to know,â he finally says, his voice warm and rich and just a bit gruff.
âRight, well, enjoy!â You turn to leave and can feel his stare against your back and it takes all your remaining functioning brain cells to walk normally.
You spend the next few days trying to forget all about your ill-fated attempt to play neighbor, figuring if he didnât want to know you before, he definitely didnât after that.Â
Youâre coming back from a hike when you spot Logan through the trees walking away from your place, hands tucked deep within his pockets. Your heart quickens in your chest as you walk up to the front door and find the baking dish sitting on the old welcome mat. Itâs freshly washed with a folded up piece of paper sitting insideâThank you.
Youâre certain your smile could rival the light from the sun.
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It becomes a routine over the next few weeksâyou bringing him food and him returning the dish, all without exchanging any words. Youâre thankful heâs not much of a talker because you canât seem to stop making a fool of yourself around him.Â
And you donât know why.Â
Heâs a handsome man, that anyone can see, but youâve never been so flustered around a beautiful man before.
Thereâs something else about Logan you canât pinpoint that sets your heart fluttering behind your ribs. He seems lonely in the same way you are, and you wonder if heâs out here to lick and heal old wounds just like you. You have an inexplicable want to help him, even if that means sharing your food leftovers with him and trying to chip away at the wall that surrounds him.Â
A part of you is hoping he can help break down your walls, too.Â
Youâre waist deep under the kitchen sink when a knock on the door drags you from fixing the leaking drain.Â
âAh, fuck,â you curse, trying to maneuver out of the space while also not spilling the stagnant water left in the sink trap. As you set the old drain down you call out, âJust a second!â
You wipe your hands against your thighs and swing the door open to find Logan standing there, your glass baking dish from yesterday in his hands. For a second you blink silently at him, unable to think of anything but the fact that youâre wearing grease stained overalls and probably smell like a swamp.Â
âLogan, hi,â you finally say, brushing your hair out of your face.Â
He gives you a strange look as he hands the dish back to you. You open your mouth to speak when he interrupts you, âWhy do you feed me?â
His question hangs in the air and you freeze. Of all the things he could have asked, you werenât sure why you didnât expect that one. His voice is a little gruff, but underneath thereâs something that makes your heart race. Something vulnerable.Â
You swallow and grip the edge of the glass dish. Logan stares at you, his gaze intense, and you feel exposed. Like heâs trying to dissect you with just a look.Â
âOh, well, I donât know,â you finally admit. âYou justâŚseem like you could use some kindness.â
He raises an eyebrow, but doesnât say anything else. The silence stretches between you, heavy and charged, and you can feel your pulse quicken. âI can stop ifâif you want.â
âNo,â he says, his voice rough, but with an undercurrent of tenderness. âNo, you donât have to stop. Just not used to people doinâ things like that for me.â
His admission catches you off guard being the first real piece of personal information heâs shared with you. Youâve gleaned certain things from Georgeâheâs told you about Logan being a mutant and a few pieces of his pastâbut you know thereâs still a world of history hiding behind his loner facade that he keeps hidden. Youâre hoping eventually he lets you take a peak inside.
âEveryone deserves kindness, Logan,â you say.Â
His gaze flickers, a shadow of something crossing his features that makes your heart ache. He shifts on his feet and stares down at the dish in your hands. âIâm not so sure of that,â he replies.Â
âWell, I am.â
Loganâs eyes drag back up to yours and you try to calm the nervous energy that bubbles under your skin as his stare presses into you. He gives you a small nod then before turning to leave.Â
He pauses as he hits your driveway and looks back at you, cursing lowly to himself. Scratching at the back of his head, he walks back up the steps and pulls something out of the pocket of his jacket. âI, uh, here,â he says uncertainly as he hands you the small cloth bag.Â
You can only stare as you take the bag from him, the gift surprisingly light in your hand, but the gesture heavy with unspoken emotion. Your mind races as you think of what could be inside and your heart hammers loudly in your chest.Â
Logan stands there, eyes not quite meeting yours as he waits for you to open it. Your fingers tremble slightly as you undo the drawstrings and peer inside, finding a mixture of different seeds. You canât help but trail your fingers through them, feeling the faint warmth they hold from where they were nestled against Loganâs body.Â
âOh, Logan,â you murmur, your voice thick with emotion.Â
You glance up at him and heâs looking at you, scratching at his beard, the faintest hint of blush staining his cheeks. âTheyâre wildflowers. Donât know what kind. But, I dunno. I thought you could use them for your garden.âÂ
Your chest tightens as you pull the strings close and tuck the bag in your pocket. âI love them, Logan,â you say, offering him a smile. âThank you.â
For a moment, you see the tension in his shoulders relax just a bit as he exhales. âJust seemed like something youâd appreciate,â he mumbles, more to himself than to you.Â
Something has shifted between you and you find yourself itching to touch him, but you donât. Not yet. The thread holding you two together is there, but thin, and you donât want it to fray. âI really do appreciate it,â you say softly, stepping just the tiniest bit closer.Â
Logan nods and his mouth tugs into something thatâs not quite a smile, but close. He looks at you for a long moment, the weight of his gaze pressing into you. âOkay. Good.â Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turns and jogs down the steps.Â
âGuess Iâll see you around then,â you call after him, a smile spreading across your face.Â
He glances back over his shoulder. âYeah. I guess you will.â
And maybe, just maybe, the walls around him are beginning to crumble.Â
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Sweat beads across your brow as you work, but you pay it no heed. Your attention keeps slipping to Logan as you pry another nail loose from the rotted board. Youâve fallen into an odd relationship with the elusive man whose property line you share, yet you still barely know anything about him.
Itâs been a week since he stopped by and gave you those wildflower seeds. A warmth still spreads in your chest when you think about it. And true to his promise, you do see him around, albeit not as much as youâd like. He seems wary, as if his gift opened up a part of himself he wasnât ready for you to see.
But at least he doesnât drop off your clean dishes and run anymore.Â
As you pry the last nail free, the rotten board comes free and you toss it down onto the grass along with the others. Thankfully, the porch isnât terribly large and you figure another hour or so to remove the remaining boards before you can start laying down fresh lumber.Â
The crunch of gravel pulls you from your work and you look up to find Logan walking down the path, a large leather bag in his hand. You look up at him, wiping the sweat off your brow and lean back onto your heels, trying your best not to stare at his forearms.
âOh, hey, Logan,â you say, wiping your hands against your jeans as you stand. âWhat brings you to my side of the woods?â
He actually smiles at you and nods towards the porch. âNeed help?â
You hate the little flutter you feel pressing against your ribs. âI couldnât ask you to do that.â
âWell, itâs good thing youâre not asking. Iâm offering.â
You blink, caught off guard by his directness. âOh, well, if you insist,â you say, trying to calm your nerves. âIt would be nice to have a second set of hands.â
He sets the leather bag down on the porch with a thud and you catch a glimpse of the tools nestled inside. Logan notices you looking and comments, âI know a few things.â His smirk makes your legs feel like jello.Â
âOh, I bet you know a lot of things,â you blurt, and your eyes widen at the double entendre of your words, heat flushing across your face.Â
Logan laughs, a real laugh, his eyes crinkling. âWell, itâs always good to be well educated,â he says with a wink.
Fuck, you feel like youâre going to spontaneously combust.Â
Shoving down your raging embarrassment, you lay out your plan to fix the porch and Logan gives a small nod. He starts at the opposite end, prying loose the first board with ease. You try not to stare at the way his muscles move and how his skin begins to slick with the first beads of sweat. You work in silence for a while, the only sounds those of the forest around you.Â
âSo, what actually brought you out here?â Logan finally asks.Â
You glance over at him and watch as he tosses another board onto the grass. He looks at you expectantly and you sigh. âI got divorced,â you answer honestly. âAnd I needed something pour my energy into other than wondering where the fuck I went wrong.â
You canât bring yourself to look at him, your openness leaving you feeling raw, and instead focus on the board in front of you. Anger begins to simmer in your veins at the thought of the last couple of years and you grab the next plank with just enough force to wedge a splinter deep into your palm. A loud curse falls from your lips as you drop the board.Â
You feel Logan next to you and you suck in a deep breath as he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours. âLemme see,â he says, pulling you close and you can smell the earthiness of him, like damp soil and campfire smoke. You find yourself staring at him, his proximity intoxicating, as you drink in his long lashes and the slope of his nose.Â
He tilts your palm towards himself, his fingers pressing gently yet with firm enough pressure to push the splinter out of your skin. Pulling it out the rest of the way, his eyes flick up to yours. âSomehow I donât think youâre the one that fucked up, sweetheart.â His voice is warm and you want to melt into him.Â
âWell,â you start, clearing your throat, âI certainly wasnât fucking his mistresses.âÂ
Something in his eyes darkens and a shiver runs down your spine. âHeâs a fool for losinâ you,â he growls, and his words hit you with more force than youâd care to admit.Â
His hand still lingers on yours, steady and reassuring and warm and for a moment you think he might lean closer. You desperately want him to. To press his mouth against yours, to feel his breath against your skin, to have his taste against your tongue. But he pulls back, his expression one of thin control, but you can see the storm behind his gaze.Â
âA damn fool,â he mutters under his breath and you canât help but wonder if heâs talking about himself or your ex.Â
Logan lets your hand go, turning back towards the porch and you mourn the loss, your skin still tingling from the contact. You swallow hard, trying to shake off the intensity of the moment. Itâs Loganâquiet, gruff Logan, who never really sticks around for a real conversation and yet here he is, offering help and showing that maybe heâs not entirely as unaffected by you as you thought.Â
Your heartbeat drums in your ears as you watch him go back to work, prying up the next board, his muscles flexing beneath his worn shirt. His jaw clenches and thereâs a focused determination in his movements and you canât tell if heâs working out some anger or trying to keep himself in check.
You work in silence for several more minutes, the only sounds being the prying of loose boards and creaking lumber. Thereâs a tension between you now, more so than there was before, something palpable.Â
Itâs enough to drive you mad.
âWhat about you?â you finally ask, your voice somewhat hesitant. âYou donât talk about yourself much.â
Logan glances at you from the corner of his eye and his brow furrows, as if heâs weighing whether or not to answer. âNot much to tell,â he grunts, pulling up another board with more force than necessary.
âSomehow, I doubt that. You donât just wake up one day alone in the woods with forearms like that.âÂ
Logan looks over at you and smirks. âMaybe Iâm just really good with my hands.â His voice dips low and you canât help the warmth that pools low in your belly at his words.
You swallow, your throat suddenly dry. âYeah, noâŚyep. Iâm starting to figure that out.â
Heâs silent for a few moments as he goes back to work and the air between you hums with something charged. âYou really want to know?â he asks, his voice rough. âIâve been around for too long, longer than anyone should. Done things Iâm not proud of.â He tosses another plank aside and all you can do it watch him. âIâveâŚIâve hurt people I care about. People Iâve cared about have hurt me. Iâm not really sure I belong anywhere, so I justâŚdrift.â
Thereâs something raw in his voice, something broken and vulnerable, and it catches you off guard. For all his outward strength, thereâs man deep down inside whoâs lost, and your heart aches for him.
âYou belong here,â you say softly.Â
He doesnât look at you, but you can feel the tension shift as the weight of your words settle between you. Another board gets tossed aside. âYeah, maybe.â
He finally raises his gaze to yours and for a moment the world quietsâthe forest, the porch, all of itâas his eyes lock onto yours and his expression softens. You offer him a warm smile and then return back to the porch, hesitant to push him any further.Â
You work comfortably together after that. The old boards removed, Logan helps you place and nail down the new ones. Your conversation is limited to the project, but you donât mind.Â
As Logan packs up his tools, you glance over at him. âThank you.â
A half smile plays at the corner of his mouth. âYouâre welcome,â comes his reply as he steps off the porch and heads down the path back towards his cabin.Â
âLogan!â you call, lightly jogging after him before he slips out of view. He pauses and turns back towards you. âCan I make you dinner?â
He raises an eyebrow. âHavenât you already been doinâ that?â
âNo,â you say shaking your head, âI mean, yes, I have, but like a proper dinner? Fresh from kitchen to table. I can come by you, if youâd like.â
Logan studies you for a moment, his gaze intense and you can feel your heart beating against your ribs. Heâs silent for so long you wonder if youâve overstepped and you open your mouth to speak when he says, âAlright. Come by tomorrow, six oâclock.â
You canât stop the smile that spreads across your face. âTomorrow it is.â
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Youâre up before the sun, your nerves a tangle of raw edges. You lay there, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the fuck youâve gotten yourself into.Â
You werenât expecting to meet someone out here in the woods. You were hoping for tranquility, a distraction to quiet the voice in your head that kept nagging you for how your life veered off course. That maybe if you worked more, did more, loved more you wouldnât be a thirty year old divorcee.Â
Instead, you find a mysterious man who sparks within you a flame you long thought extinguished. A ruggedly handsome man whoâs somehow wormed his way into your life and has you wondering if maybe he canât help mend the pieces of your broken heart.Â
Except you donât know if that same spark is ignited within him and if his gesture of dinner is simple kindness. A response to the kindness youâve shown him over the last two months or if heâs feeling that same attraction you do.Â
God, you hope he does.Â
You spend the morning cleaning, trying to pour your nervous energy into something productive other than worrying about what the evening may bring. Driving into town, you agonize over what to make even though heâs been eating what youâve made without complaint for weeks now. You opt to keep it simpleâpasta with homemade meat sauce, a nice loaf of bread and a couple bottles of wine.Â
While the sauce is simmering on the stove you get ready. You dress for comfort, a simple pair of leggings and a flowy top that hangs slightly off your shoulders. You catch your reflection in the mirror and give yourself a silent nod of encouragement. Despite this just being dinner, the night brims with the possibility of maybe something more.Â
Once the food is prepared, you carefully pack everything in a large basket and begin the walk to Loganâs cabin. The night is cool, but still holds the warmth of day and the promise of summer to come. You feel your anticipation heighten the closer you get to his place and your stomach drops when you see it appear up ahead.Â
Itâs just Logan, you remind yourself.Â
Stepping up onto his porch, you give a hesitant knock at the door. He greets you almost instantly and you suck in a deep breath. Logan looks good and your heart does a flip as you take him inâwell fitting jeans, a clean white shirt underneath a soft red flannel button down, his hair is still slightly damp from a shower.Â
âYouâre early,â he comments, standing aside to let you in. You catch the slight frown tug at his mouth as he notices the basket. âYou coulda cooked here, you know.â
âOh, well, I didnât know if youâd want me invading your space,â you reply, following him deeper into the cabin and setting the basket down on the counter.Â
Logan turns back towards you, bracing his hands against the counter. âI donât mind you in my space.â
His words hang in the air between you and you can feel your pulse quicken. You glance up at him, and the way heâs looking at youâsteady and unflinchingâsends a thrill down your spine.Â
You clear your throat, trying to settle the nerves in your chest. âNext time then,â you say lightly, hoping he canât hear the slight waver in your voice.Â
Loganâs lips quirk into a half smile. âNext time,â he agrees.Â
He reaches into a cabinet above him, pulling down a couple of plates and glasses, setting a small table in the corner of the small kitchen. You keep yourself busy unpacking the food, arranging the bread, pasta and sauce on the table, working around him as he uncorks the wine and pours both of you a glass.Â
Logan joins you then, raising his glass and clinking it gently against yours. He nods in a silent cheers and tips his head back as he drinks, his eyes never leaving yours. You canât suppress the shiver that shoots down your spine.
Setting down his glass, he serves you and then himself, commenting, âThis smells amazing.â
âFamily recipe,â you reply, taking another sip wine. âRemind me to make it for you when I have fresh tomatoes. Itâs even better then.â
âIâll have to do that,â he says with a smile.
Conversation starts off slow, but not awkward, as you both test the limits of what youâre wiling to share. Loganâs answers are often short, reserved, but what he does reveal helps bring into focus the outline of the man before you. An outline youâre hoping heâll let you fill in.
âGeorge says youâre a mutant,â you start slowly and you donât miss the way his posture stiffens, his fork scraping harshly against the plate.Â
He goes still and you wonder if you fucked up. Crossed a boundary he wasnât willing to cross.
Eventually, Loganâs eyes flick up to yours and he lets out a small hum. âHe did, did he?â
You nod, chewing. âIt doesnât bother me.â
Heâs quiet for a beat. âIt bothers most people.â
âIâm not most people,â you reply, your voice soft.Â
Something in his face softens then, the furrow of his brow a little less pronounced. A slight smile plays at his lips. âNo. No youâre not.â
You feel a warmth bloom in your chest and your face flushes. Taking another bite, you ask, âCan I see?â
Logan studies you for a moment and you can see him deciding whether or not to show you that part of him heâd rather keep hidden. He sets the silverware down and he flexes his fingers before resting his palms back on the table. Then, he unsheathes his claws and you canât stop the gasp that falls from your lips.Â
You see him flinch at your reaction and he goes to retract his claws and you reach for him. âDonât,â you say, your fingers hovering just above the blades.Â
As he relaxes, you gently rest your fingertips against the metal, finding it surprisingly cool but still holding a faint warmth from his body. His eyes drop to where youâre touching him as you slowly begin to trace each blade with your fingers, following the slight curve down to where they emerge from his skin. You look up at him, finding his gaze fixed on you and you shiver under the intensity.Â
âTheyâre beautiful,â you whisper. You feel him shudder beneath you as he retracts his claws, leaving your fingertips nestled against the skin between his knuckles.Â
You pull your hand away from his, mourning the loss of his skin against yours. Logan clears his throat and pulls his hands into his lap, glancing down at them as if theyâre foreign, something heâs never taken the time to notice before. He flexes his fingers once more before dragging his gaze back to your face.
âDo they hurt?â you ask quietly.
He shakes his head. âNo. Not anymore.â
âThank you,â you say quietly. âThank you for showing me.â
Logan studies you for a long moment, searching your face like heâs trying to figure you out. You know heâs probably not used to this, someone seeing him as something other than a mutant, an aberration, someone who should be hidden away. Then, his face softens.
âPeople donât usually ask,â he says quietly.
You smile gently, feeling that flame inside you burn just a bit brighter. âI just want to know you.â
He leans back in his chair, his gaze still steady, but more open, as if some of those invisible walls he surrounds himself with have started to come down. If only just enough to let the light shine through.Â
An unspoken tension simmers, thickening the air, and you know he can feel it too, but itâs not uncomfortable. Itâs heavy with promise. You turn your attention back to your plate and for a few moments, neither of you speak.
âSo,â you say after a beat, âDo you ever use them as forks?â
Logan huffs out a laugh, the sound surprising you and his eyes crinkle in genuine amusement. âI canât say that I have,â he replies with a smile.
You grin. âYou should give it a try.â
âIf I do, youâll be the first to know.â
The rest of dinner passes with easy conversation and you feel your nerves begin to settle, just a bit. Logan seems less guarded too, more at ease than youâve ever seen him.
You help him clear the table, ignoring his request that you just sit and relax. As you stand next to him, emptying the leftovers into a container, you feel his eyes on you. When you hand him the container, your fingers brush again, but this time he doesnât immediately pull away. His fingers linger just a bit longer than necessary and your breath catches in your throat.
âThanks for dinner, he says quietly, voice low. âAnd forâŚunderstanding.â
You nod, feeling that unmistakable pull between you, the tug thatâs kept you orbiting closer and closer to him. âAnytime, Logan,â you answer softly. âYou donât have to hide from me.â
Thereâs a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, like heâs been burned before and is still figuring out if he can trust what youâre offering him. And you understand his turmoil, trust having shattered your heart into pieces, pieces youâre still trying to pick up and reshape.Â
Logan steps a little bit closer then and before you can say anything else, his hand gently reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture is simple but intimate and it sends a shiver down your spine, heat pooling lowly in your belly.
âCâmon,â he says. âLet me walk you home.â
He grabs your basket before you can protest and you follow him out into the night. Thereâs a full moon hanging heavy in the sky, illuminating the path in front of you, yet you remain close to Logan. You curse to yourself as you trip over an exposed root and then you feel Logan reach out for you, his fingers wrapping securely around your own. The heat of his palm against yours is almost overwhelming.
Your cabin comes into view and Logan slows, his fingers slipping from your grasp as he sets the basket down on the porch.
âGood night, Logan,â you say softly as you walk up the steps.Â
As you turn from him, he reaches for your wrist, his fingers curling and pressing hotly against your skin. Your breath hitches as he climbs the steps to join you on the porch, and your gasps dies in your throat as he tilts your chin up and forces you to meet his gaze.Â
âDo I make you nervous?â His voice is low, breath hot and damp against your skin.Â
âYes,â you breathe, somehow inching closer to him, your fingers reaching for the hem of his flannel and twisting into the fabric.Â
âWhy?â He brushes his nose against yours and you chase after the touch.Â
Swallowing hard, you look up at him from under your lashes. You tilt further into him, your mouth hovering just over his. âBecause I havenât felt like this in a very long time and I donât want it to go away.â Donât want you to go away.Â
Logan nods and whispers, âIâm not goinâ anywhere.â And then he presses his mouth to yours.Â
Itâs soft, barely a hint of skin against skin, but when you whisper, âPlease,â against his lips, Logan growls and then heâs everywhere. His kiss claims you, his tongue licking in your mouth and you whimper as his fingers curl along the nape of your neck somehow pulling you impossibly closer.Â
You wind your arms around his shoulders, your fingers tangling in the short strands at the back of his head. Your entire world is focused down to the feel of his lips on yours and the press of his fingers against your jaw as he pulls you towards his hungry mouth.Â
Loganâs grip on you tightens, one hand splayed across your lower back and the other pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, anchoring you to him. The heat between you is palpable, each movement of his lips setting you further aflame. You lose track of time, lost in the sensation of his beard scraping against your skin, leaving a tingling trail in its wake.
When he finally pulls back, youâre both breathless and his forehead rests against yours, your shared breaths mingling in the space between you. His eyes are dark and intense as they search your face and you feel untethered, Logan being the only thing keeping you grounded.
âYou okay?â he asks, voice rough, but surprisingly tender as his thumb traces along the line of your jaw.
You nod, swallowing the lump thatâs formed in your throat. You donât trust yourself to speak.
His lips quirk into a small smile. âGood.â He brushes a stray strand of hair away from your cheek, his hand lingering at the side of your face. He presses one last soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before he steps back and walks down the path back home.
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You canât stop thinking about the kissâLoganâs lips against yours, the taste of his tongue, the press of his hands against your skin, hot and heavy, yet gentle.Â
You want to live in that moment forever. Want to know only his kisses for the rest of your life, for him to be the first person you kiss good morning and the last person you kiss goodnight. For him to kiss you just because he can, because he misses you, because he canât get the feel of your mouth out of his mind and he needs to feel you again pressing against him.Â
You also want to run away, hide yourself from these emotions that are overwhelming you and leaving you feeling raw and exposed and absolutely terrified. You havenât kissed another man in two years and he broke your heart, leaving nothing but shattered pieces and dust in his wake. Dust that still clings to you despite your best efforts to sweep it up. Those pieces of your heart are still sharp, jagged where they should be smooth.Â
Youâve always been trusting, choosing to see the light in others as opposed the darkness. Believing deep down that everyone deserves kindness, deserves a second chance, that one bad deed does not a bad person make. But he stole a part of that from you and you hate him for it. Hate that even now, after all this time, heâs able to worm his way into your brain and make you question the motives of the man whoâs made you feel more alive than you have in months.Â
Last night you felt unshackled, unbound by the fear that had chained you for so long. You felt as if Loganâs very touch, his presence, had set your soul on fire and instead of fearing the burn, you were ready to embrace the warmth.Â
But now, raw contempt begins to simmer in your veins and you need something to pour your frustration into before it threatens to consume you whole.Â
Throwing your hair up into a messy bun and throwing on a paint-stained shirt and ripped jeans, you head outside looking for a project to sink fingers into. In the small shed behind the cabin, you find a few gardening suppliesâa small shovel, trowel, bow rakeâand you drag them out and to the overgrown flower beds.
You donât even bother with the tools at first, ripping at the dead growth with your bare hands, pulling it from the earth in great clumps and tossing it aside. Your pulse beats loudly in your ears as you move from bed to bed, clawing away the old growth, your breathing growing ragged and your palms staining with dirt.
Grabbing the rake, you dig at the remaining plants, tearing at the roots, destroying the new growth. Tears run hotly down your face, blurring your vision and your throat aches from force of your breathing and screams youâve been holding back.
From behind you, you hear the sound of your name and you whip around so quickly, the rake goes flying from your hands. You can hear the snikt of Loganâs claws as they unsheathe and the splintering of wood as he deflects the rake flying at him. It clatters to the ground between you as he retracts his claws and looks at you, his brow furrowed in concern.
You wonder, then, exactly what you look like in that moment. Dirt caked on your hands and under your fingernails, cheeks flushed with exertion, hair a halo of disarray. The pure adrenaline youâd been running on wanes and your limbs suddenly feel heavy and you sink to the ground in front of him. You canât bring yourself to look at him, because youâre afraid of what youâll see.
Logan approaches you slowly, kneeling down in front of you and gently raising your chin to look up at him. The stark worry etched on his face makes you ache and fresh tears burn in your eyes. You wipe at your eyes, which only serves to smear dirt across your face.
âIâm terrified, Logan,â you whisper, wanting to reach for him, but afraid to touch him. âI terrified of how much I like you.â
âYou scare me too,â he confesses softly and your heart breaks.
He leans closer, fingers resting hesitantly against your knees. You reach for him too, grabbing on to the open sides of his jacket and pulling him to you. Logan doesnât flinch, doesnât push back and instead envelopes you into his arms, your head resting against the solid warmth of his chest.Â
Safe in his arms, you cry. Harsh, broken sobs as he rubs your back, the soft caress of his fingers along your spine anchoring you to him as he holds you. He murmurs into your hair that heâs got you, to let it all out, and you do.
Eventually, you calm and sigh, pressing your forehead against his chest, loathe to move just yet. âIâm broken, Logan,â you mumble into his shirt. You look up at him then, the softness and concern on his face making you physically ache. âI still have broken pieces where I should be whole.â
Slowly, tentatively, he brings his hands up to your face, cupping your cheeks in his hands. His thumbs brush at the dirt and tears under your eyes and he smoothes the hair away from your forehead. âMaybe some of my pieces fit,â he says, voice low, but steady.Â
His words send a flood of emotion through you, and for a moment, all you can do is stare at him. Then the gravity of what heâs saying hits youâheâs offering you himself, all his jagged and scarred pieces, the pieces no one else sees.
The pieces he wants you to see.
You lean forward, pressing the lightest of kisses against the corner of his mouth. His sigh is hot against your cheek, but he doesnât press further.Â
âThank you,â you whisper into his skin and somehow it feels like the most important thing youâve ever said.
âCâmon,â he says, âLet me help you get this cleaned up.â
You nod, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. Logan stands, offering you his hand. You take it, your fingers slipping into his and his grip is steady, yet gentle as he helps you up.Â
Without a word, Logan grabs the broken rake and begins removing the debris from the beds you laid waste to. You watch him work for a moment before joining in, pulling the weeds from the beds you hadnât gotten to yet. Every now and then your eyes meet, but you donât say anything. You donât feel the need to fill the space with words, his presence beside you speaking volumes more than he could ever say.Â
After a while, Logan pauses and looks over at you, wiping the dirt from his hands into his jeans. âYou still got those seeds I gave you?â
âOf course I do.â
âGo get âem,â he says nodding towards the cabin. âWeâll plant something new.â
You retrieve the small pouch where youâve kept it safe and come out to find Logan kneeling in the dirt, his fingers making small pockets of earth to house the new flowers. He looks up at you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. You join him on the ground, dropping a few seeds in each well as he moves to create the next one.Â
âIâm not very good at this,â Logan starts, covering the last well with dirt, âbut I promise I wonât break you. You donât gotta be scared of me.â
He looks at you then, his hazel eyes meeting yours and you reach for his hand, your thumb brushing across his dirt stained knuckles.Â
âNo,â you reply with a smile, âI donât think I do.â
+++
Itâs been three days since that moment with Logan in the garden and the air between you has been quiet. Logan hasnât come by the cabin, but you hadnât sought him out either. You werenât avoiding him, exactly. More a need for space, a chance to process the feelings you felt for him, to test if you were truly ready to open yourself up to him.
Your mind never strays far from him, though. An almost constant loop plays in your brain of the way he held you, the way he spoke, the quiet promise he made not to break you. Thereâs a large part of you that believes him; your heart is screaming at you shed your lingering doubt and trust him, but your rational brain is grasping desperately to the kernel of truth that vows can be broken.Â
So you turn to what you do bestâpour your energy into other things. The cabin is spotless now, cleaned of disuse and age, turned into a cozy place of retreat, a simple shelter turned into a home. And yetâŚ
Youâre sitting on the porch, watching the sun dip lower in the sky, the book youâd been trying to read long forgotten. The forest is peaceful, alive with the sounds of early summer. But as calming as it is, you canât ignore the ache in your chestâyou miss him. More than you thought possible.
Just as youâre about to stand, the sound of boots against gravel catches your attention. You look up and there he isâLogan. His hands are shoved deep into the pockets of his worn jacket as he walks up the path. His look is cautious, as if heâs unsure whether or not youâll accept his presence.Â
Your heart skips a beat and you stand, wiping your palms against your jeans as he draws closer. His hazel eyes meet yours and thereâs something softer about him, something open.
He stops a few feet away from you, gaze steady. âI wasnât sure if I should come by.â His voice is still gruff, but quieter than usual. âIf you needed space or not.â
âI did, need space. But not from you,â you clarify. You take a hesitant step towards him. âI missed you.â
Logan sighs then, his posture relaxing just slightly. âI wanted so badly to see you. I didnât know if I should stay away.â
Before you can second guess yourself, you step down from the porch, closing the distance between you. You stand in front of him, noticing the faint lines of tension around his mouth, the way his jaw is clenched as if bracing himself for your rejection.Â
âDonât stay away,â you say softly, âI want you here.â
You reach for him, your fingers brushing against his hands as you pull them from his pockets. Logan doesnât pull away and the warmth of his skin against yours feels like the most natural thing in the world. You feel it then, that familiar pullâthe one thatâs been there since the beginning, drawing you closer and closer into his orbit, his sun.
You brush your thumbs across his knuckles and look up at him. âYou wanna come inside?â you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. âIâll make you something to eat?â
Logan nods, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âYeah. Yeah, Iâd like that.â
As you lead him inside, something in the air between you shifts, something subtle. But you know one thing for certainâyouâre not afraid anymore. Not of this.
+++
The sun has set, the food long gone and as Loganâs hand reaches for the front door, you slip in front of him. His scent overwhelms you, that earthy dampness youâve come to associate with him flooding your senses.Â
âWhat if you stayed?â you ask, the slight waver in your voice betraying your boldness.Â
You watch as his eyes darken and he leans even further into your space. âDo you know what youâre asking, sweetheart?â he replies, eyes searching your face.Â
Swallowing, you nod. âI do,â you whisper.Â
Then you slide your arms around his waist, pulling him closer as you lean in and kiss the hollow of his throat. You can feel him swallow hard beneath your lips and you smirk into his skin as you drag your mouth higher, over the long column of his neck to nip at the corner of his jaw.Â
âStay,â you murmur in his ear.
Logan turns, his nose brushing against your cheek as he seeks your mouth and you inhale deeply as his lips find yours. His fingers wind themselves into your hair, resting against the nape of your neck as he pulls you closer. You whimper into his mouth when he pulls back, eyes blown black.
âShow me where,â he says, his voice low.
You lead him up the stairs, his hand warm in yours and you barely make it to the top before Loganâs spinning you around, mouth finding yours. His is kiss is demanding, so different from that first one all those nights ago. This is urgent and desperate, like he canât possibly get you close enough to satisfy the need deep within him. And you feel it too, pouring yourself back equally into the kiss, moaning as his tongue finally slips alongside yours.Â
Your fingers fumble along the top of his jeans, pulling his shirt from where itâs tucked and sliding your hands up along the sides of his ribs. He rewards you with a deep groan of his own, nipping slightly at your bottom lip.
âChrist, sweetheart,â he rumbles against your lips, kissing you once, twice, âIâve been dyinâ to feel your hands on me.â
âMe, too,â you reply, gasping as his hands find the hem of your shirt, lifting it just enough to brush his fingers hotly along your skin.Â
Logan pulls back just enough to look down at your face, his fingers still clutching the fabric of your shirt, but lifting it just a bit higher. His gaze is questioning, asking for silent permission to continue. You nod once and he slowly drags the shirt up, his fingers skimming along your sides, over the swells of your breasts as he pulls the shirt over your head.Â
Despite the heat coursing through your veins, you shiver under the intensity of his stare. He kisses you again, inhaling deeply, before moving down, nipping over your chin, your throat, in between your breasts.Â
Loganâs hands follow his mouth, running a trail from your shoulders, down long your spine, easily flicking open the clasp of your bra on the way. He glances up at you as he moves to pull the straps aside, dragging them down your arms.Â
âDo you know how beautiful you are?â he asks, his hands coming up to cup your breasts, thumbs fanning out across your nipples.
A jolt of pleasure shoots down your spine and pools low in your belly. You feel like you might spontaneously catch on fire and heâs barely touched you. You canât remember ever feeling like this when a man has touched you, so consumed by want and need.
His fingers trail lower, brushing along the top of your jeans, popping open the button. You grab for his hand, stopping him. You see the concern flicker across his face and you smile. âYour turn,â you say, sliding your palms up his chest and pushing the flannel from his shoulders, his shirt following suit.
You revel in his muscular physique, your fingers tracing along his collarbones, down over the broad planes of his chest, feeling the wiry hair beneath your fingertips. His muscles flutter beneath your touch as you follow the trail of hair lower, down to the vee between his hips.Â
Loganâs arousal is evident by the tenting of his jeans, and your eyes locked on his, you dip lower, giving the faintest of caresses over the fabric.
âFuckinâ hell,â he curses. âTake your pants off.â
Itâs a command, not an ask, and one youâre more than willing to comply with.Â
Nervous energy licks at your skin as your fingers tuck into the waistband of your jeans and pull them down. Logan follows your lead, unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans over his hips, kicking them aside. His cock juts out proudly, thick and heavy, nestled in a bed of hair.
Loganâs on you before you can kick away the last leg, hoisting you up under your thighs and forcing you to wrap your legs around his hips. His palms are hot against your ass and you can feel his cock trapped between you.Â
He moves you both to the bed, setting you down before crawling over you and slotting himself between your thighs. Leaning back on his heels, he stares down at you, skin flushed. He kisses you softly once, before dragging a single finger down the center of your chest, hooking it into the waistband of your panties.Â
âWhat do you like?â he asks lowly, eyes boring into yours.
You stare at him, unable to comprehend his question as he slides his finger back and forth across your skin. Electric sparks of anticipation crawl up your spine and you can feel the rapid flutter of your heart against your ribs.Â
âYou want me to touch you with my fingers?â His voice is low, so low and you shiver.Â
Your mouth has gone dry and you can only nod.Â
âYou want me to touch you with my mouth?â Logan leans down, skimming his lips across your collarbone, nipping lightly.Â
Your fingers stutter across his shoulders and wind themselves into his hair. Loganâs smirk presses into the corner of your jaw. âWant me to touch you with both?â
âPlease,â you whine into his neck, breath hot against his skin.Â
Logan trails back down your body, kisses peppering over your neck, both breasts, your belly before he presses a kiss to the top of your clothed mound. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and looks up at you, asking for permission. At your nod, he pulls he material down, eyes never leaving yours as he trails his fingers down your legs and tosses the fabric aside.
Youâre fully bare, exposed in a way you havenât been in a long time and your nerves blush across your skin. Instinctively, you try to close your legs, but he stops you, his hot palms curling against your thighs.
âYou donât gotta hide from me,â Logan says, kissing your knee and spreading your legs further apart. âYouâre so pretty like this. Flushed and wet and smelling so sweet for me.â
A jolt of desire zips down your spine. Nothing could have prepared you for the filthiness of words that would spill from his mouth. Or how much youâd enjoy hearing them.
âI donât want to disappoint you,â you murmur.
âThatâs not possible.â
âOther men haveââ
Your words die in your throat as Logan grips your chin, forcing your gaze up to his face. His expression is soft, but his eyes flash with a glint of something dark. âWhen I fuck you, Iâll be the only man in your bed, understand?â
The roughness and edge in his voice makes you shiver and heat pools between your thighs. You swallow heavily and nod.
âI want this,â he says, his tone softer. âI want you. Whatever youâll give me.â
Slowly, you reach for his hand and guide his fingers to where youâre wet and aching for him. At the first brush of his fingertips against your folds, you gasp and your fingers dig deeper into his skin.Â
âRelax, sweetheart,â Logan coos. âIâm gonna make you feel good.â
And then heâs touching you, fingers dragging through your arousal before circling around your clit. He caresses you like he knows you and youâre molten beneath him. One finger, then two slip inside you, pressing against that spot that makes you squirm and grip at the sheets beneath you.
âFuck,â you breathe, âYou werenât lying.â Logan quirks an eyebrow, fingers still curling within you, his rhythm picking up speed. âYou are good with your hands.â
His chuckle rumbles through his chest as he continues to move, this thumb working over your clit. Your hips jolt off the bed when Logan replaces his thumb with his tongue, drawing the sensitive bud into his mouth.Â
He continues to work your cunt, long, flat presses of his tongue against your clit punctuated by the short, sharp thrusts of his fingers. The dual sensation is enough to wind that tension in your core tighter, building you up higher and higher until you feel yourself reaching that inevitable peak.
âLogan, IâIâm so close,â you gasp, fisting your fingers into his hair.
His growl against your cunt is enough to send you over the edge, the vibrations rippling through your body as your orgasm washes over you. Through half lidded eyes, you meet his gaze from between your thighs, his eyes dark with desire and you shiver at the intensity of his stare.
Logan crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his lips, bright and sour, as he licks into your mouth.Â
âDo you trust me?â
Loganâs fingers are still moving against you, wringing out the last of your orgasm and you can only nod. He withdraws his fingers and you whine, but he just smirks and taps your hip.Â
âTurn over,â he commands lowly.Â
A shudder ripples through you as you willingly comply, rolling onto your stomach as Loganâs palm trails from your hip over the swell of your ass. His fingers kneed into your flesh and you squeak as he curves them over your skin, pulling you up onto your knees, drawing your hips flush with his. The thick feel of his cock presses into your ass and you canât help but push back, enjoying the strangled moan that falls from his lips.Â
âI canât wait to be nestled deep inside you,â he groans, slotting his cock between your thighs, running the length along your wet cunt.Â
You peer over your shoulder and smirk at him. âThen what are you waiting for?â
Logan lines up then and the air punches out of your lungs as he slowly eases himself in to the hilt. Heâs deep at this angle and you feel claimed, owned in the best way possible as he begins to move his hips. The drag of his cock against your walls is exquisite and youâre sure youâve never experienced pleasure quite like this before.Â
His fingers dig into the flesh at your hips, grabbing as much as he can to pull you back into him and you push back, meeting him thrust for thrust. His grip is enough to be bruising, teetering that line between pleasure and pain and yet you relish it.Â
âFuck, sweetheart,â he rasps. âLook so good stretched around my cock.â
Pleasure zips along your spine and curls along your limbs, each drag of his cock against you coiling that band in your belly tighter and tighter. Yet, you need more. You need to feel him, feel his arms around you, on you, feel his mouth hot and open against your skin.
âI need to feel you closer,â you whine. âPlease, Iââ
Loganâs arm slips underneath you, curling just under your breasts and pulling your back flush to his chest. He holds on, fingertips splaying across your ribcage as he fucks up into you, his breath hot and damp against your ear.Â
You turn your head just enough to capture his lips, your mouth pressing against his in an open-mouthed kiss. He steals the moan from your throat as his other hand dips to where youâre joined, fingers beginning to circle around your clit.Â
Slipping a hand into his hair, you hold him to you, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Logan groans when you rake your nails along his scalp and you do it again. Your mixed groans and the wet noises from where heâs thrusting into you fill the room and time seems to stop. There is nothing but the thick feel of him between your legs, the fervent press of his fingers against your clit and the tight grasp of his hand across your breast.Â
A litany of praise falls from his mouth and his words burn through you, setting you aflame from the inside. Itâs too early for thoughts of love and forever, but you can feel something real, something undeniable pulling you together, uniting you in a way more than just physical. Youâre bound to him.Â
Loganâs hand slides up your sternum, his fingers coming to cup your jaw, pulling your focus back to him. The pad of his thumb pulls at your lower lip. âCome for me, sweetheart,â he husks into your ear. âI wanna hear those pretty sounds you make.â
And you do, two more forceful thrusts sending you teetering over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you. Logan doesnât stop, fucking you through wave after wave, his thrusts getting sloppier as he chases his own release.Â
âLet me feel you, Logan,â you pant, your breath coming out in short gasps. âPlease.â
With a deep groan into your shoulder he comes, his cock spasming deep within you, painting your womb with his seed. His arm around your hips holds you firmly in place as he uses your body to wring out the last of his pleasure, shallowly thrusting as your walls caress him. When he finally stills, breath hot against your skin, you can feel your combined come slick against your thighs.Â
You donât know how long he holds you like that, back to chest, keeping you in his arms simply because he can.Â
Only later, when the sweat begins to cool on your skin and your flesh pebbles, does Logan lay you down, finally slipping from within you. He pulls you close and you rest your head against his chest, the comforting lull of his heartbeat echoing in your ear.Â
You lightly trace your fingertips over the crest of his hipbone just to feel him beneath you. His breathing evens out, approaching that blissful edge of sleep when you glance up at him. Logan opens his eyes, gaze meeting yours and he smiles.
âLogan?â
His hum vibrates through his chest.
âI think weâre healing each other.â
âYeah, sweetheart,â he answers, âI think we are.â
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pairing: zayne x fem! reader wc: 806 cw: zayne masturbates at the thought of you, many thoughts of you a/n: this was inspo from chappell roan's song picture you and the new zayne card that comes out in 5 hours for me (âĽďšâĽ) and also i read somewhere on twitter that ears can be found as erogenous so thats how this fic came to life! also i think abt this card so often its getting unhealthy but anyways i hope you all enjoy reading! (ŕˇËáľËŕˇ)⥠any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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shameless. how could he be so absolutely shameless.
zayne the man who always had everything under control. zayne who rarely ever touched himself. the man who never had time for such a release.
he laid in his bed, staring at the ceiling, his room was dim and quiet. his hair tousled from repeatedly running his fingers through it. heâs tried to distract himself, key word try. but nothing worked. you were everywhere. the thoughts of you plagued his mind and body.
you already left a couple minutes ago but the thought of you lingered in his mind. the way you teasingly tugged at his ear, your fingers gently massaging behind it, leaving him flustered on the spot.
was it that easy? a single touch to feel a rush coursing lower in him. luckily he managed to dodge your next attempt but just that touch alone replays in his mind.
the dull ache crept between his thighs as he tried his hardest to let the feeling pass before it spread across his body. he struggled to fight the urge to move his hand down to feel himself. but it wouldnât hurt even if it was just through his clothes or even squirm a little. it would go away eventually, right?
he tried fighting back these images of you but the more he fights it, the thoughts of you replay again and again and further deeper into this spiral of dirty fantasies in his mind. he wondered if he kept you awake and made you press your pretty thighs together to ignore this shameless feeling. Zayne couldnât help but let out a soft groan at the thought of you touching yourself.
he clenches his eyes shut, his control slowly slipping away. he felt himself grow harder on how good it must feel to have your hands tease him instead of his own. how erect your nipples must be before he latches his hands and mouth onto them.
he felt himself grow harder, his underwear constricting him painfully as his mind continues to think of you softly moaning in his ears as he trails kisses down your neck while he pumps his fingers into you.
one time. this will only be one time.
he defeatedly slips down his pants, his dick straining hard against his boxers. he tugs it down quickly, his cock already leaking and throbbing, crying to get a release.
he closes his eyes, a soft moan escaping his lips as his thumb drags over his leaking slit before he slowly stroked himself. he drags his fist up and down his shaft thinking of how good it must feel to be inside of you. how your walls would welcome him so perfectly. oh, how so beautiful you must look bouncing up and down on his cock while he keeps his hands placed on your hips.
the thought of your pussy clenching around him and how you would breathlessly moan his name made his hips buck, his pace coming faster, more satisfying. probably not as satisfying with him inside you.
his eyebrows furrow, heâs close. his hand focuses on his swollen tip as he pumps faster and faster. he imagines how your walls would spasm around him, him filling you up til the point it was dripping down your thigh.
low grunts escape his mouth as his fist squeezes his cock tighter, his biceps flexing as he increases his pace. how he wished to hear your sweet sounds and how they would be music to his ears, knowing it was making you feel good.
he was so close that filthy sounds were escaping his mouth. âf-fuck-,â he groans through his tensed jaw, words he never thought would leave his lips so easily.
he thought of the way your walls fluttered around him and how your eyes would rock back into your head as you came on his cock for who knows what round it was in his head. how he would hold you so gently while planting lovingly kisses all over you and tell you how you did so well.
hot cum spurts out of his cock, running down his hand as he continues to stroke himself through his orgasm. his pace would eventually slow down, his hand and cock painted white. he breathed in deeply realizing the mess he made, all because of you.
he sighs, momentarily staying in his bed. his mind still hazy from all the flurry of scenarios that flashed through his thoughts as he touched himself. just as he was about to sit up and tidy up the mess he made, his phone lit up. he peeks over and sees the familiar contact photo on the notification, the girl who was on his mind.
(y/n)â
: zayne i think i left a couple music sheets there. im on my way back i hope that's alright ËáľË
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thereâs been so much going on in the last like two weeks and i am so tired and itâs coming up on final exams at work and thatâs going to make me more tired and i am now double tired in advance
#i had a foster dog for exactly ten days#and that turned out to have been a huge mistake for a lot of reasons#but i now need to buy new sheets because she tore a hole in them#my BROOKLINEN SHEETS which cost REAL MONEY#(and they were a limited time color so i'm extra salty)#and my household is still recovering from that little gremlin#and my sister's dog fell violently ill on monday#and now we think it's addison's disease#so we're really not sure what the best course of action here is#and it's so hard because he's not keeping food or water down#but it's not an entirely untreatable disease#and she has to decide if a life full of injections and steroids is going to be a good choice for him#if he isn't already too far gone#and she had to put her dog down last april and that completely devastated her#so it turns out april isn't a great month for our family how FANTASTIC#some days i really wish i hadn't given up drinking because my god#a hangover might be a welcome distraction at this point
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hotch x shy!bau!reader <3 fem content: slight age gap implied. reader is new to the team and more on the introverted side! not proof read, as is my hubris.
Tired, nerves buzzing from a night spent up and chasing sleep that was not welcoming, you throw your bag down on your desk and go off in hunt of coffee. You usually try to curb your caffeine intake, especially with the travel associated with your new job, but this morning is a happy exception to your new rule.
"Here," Emily says, watching you scan the cabinets of the kitchen. You hadn't heard her walk in, but she's offering you a mug with a sympathetic smile. "Long night?"
"Yes," you say, tone thankful, and spin to figure out the coffee machine.
"Three weeks and i haven't seen you use that once," she comments, sipping from her own warm mug and watching you settle the filter in place.
"I've stayed away. it's harder to sleep when I get back because of the jet lag, anyway, don't need to add coffee at all odd hours to the list, too."
It's the most you've said in casual conversation like this. To say you've been shy with your new team would be an understatement. You're good at your job, you were pulled from the academy early to do this for a reason. You fit well into the team, generally. You like listening to Spencer ramble, especially on the longer flights. Rossi's dry humor reminds you of one of your old professors you grew up admiring. JJ is a constant breath of fresh air, Morgan's consistent strength has built up your own moral. Garcia took no getting used to, lifting you up and settling into your life easily. Hotch is intimidating but kind under the colder-tones, long glances sometimes distracting but oterhwise comforting. Emily is easily one of your favorites on the team, friendly and whip-smart. But, at the core of it, you're shy. Painfully so, even.
The team caught onto this quick, settling into the truth that your observational nature that makes you so adept at noticing the smaller details is bound to weep into your social life as well. So, despite your comfort levels rising with the team, you find these situations hard. Do you explain your nightmares to Emily? Share that you're a diagnosed insomniac who spent the night watching FRIENDS reruns after chasing sleep that pranced beyond reach?
"You're better than me, then," Emily says, smiling over her mug. Her eyes tell you she's pleased at the little crack into your life that you've let her see. They're all like that: insufferably kind and polite with your introverted nature but greedily sipping up everything they can learn about you.
"It's a new development," you admit, clicking start on the machine and settling back against the counter facing her. Something about your sleepiness makes it easier to talk, your tongue looser, your ache to let loose around the team more profound. "I'm sure most of us are insomniacs, though."
"Not me," Emily says, chuckling. "I get home and feel like I don't wake up until I get back here."
"Ah, well, I'm sure it can feel like a curse no matter what way you fall," you say with a shrug. Emily lifts her coffee in cheers to that.
"Morning," Morgan says, turning into the kitchen and giving you a surprised smile. "Hello, sunshine, you're looking bright eyed today."
You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. "I know, I know."
Emily points with her chin at you, "She's making the coffee this morning."
"Ah-ah, remaking it because you and pretty boy always get here first and finish the first pot." Morgan teases her with a slight shake of his head, grinning and opening the fridge to pull out the creamer.
"Well, you snooze you loose. Or," she sends you a smile, complete with a little nose wrinkle and a tilt of her head, "you don't snooze and still loose."
"Clever," you say, voice dry with humor, hiding your laugh by turning around as the pot finished brewing. "I'll remember this later."
"Careful, she's got teeth," Morgan warns Emily, reaching around you to grab the coffee before you can and filling his cup.
"Hey!" You call in protest, voice raising louder than usual and a pout hitting your lips. Morgan laughs, white teeth on display, eyes crinkled at the corners.
"Here, here," he says, placating, tipping the pitcher to fill your cup as well. "Any sugar or cream to placate the beast?"
Before you can answer, a laugh on the tip o your tongue, Hotch walks in and settles his watchful eyes on you, interest sparking them. You shrink, not in fear but in self-awareness, and send him a closed lip smile. Stepping away from Morgan, you turn quickly to fix your own coffee.
"Good morning," Hotch says, nodding at Emily and Morgan, answering Emily's question about Jack's recent sickness (he's recovering well, thank you) and trying to catch your eye.
You duck away, cowardly and regressing back into your shell, deciding it's time to get to work and stop indulging. You catch Morgan tease Hotch as you leave, though, "Aw, you've scared her off."
You try not to think about it as you duck away, pushing all thoughts of your boss away.
You're unsuccessful.
The problem isn't that you're afraid of him because you think he's mean or unkind in any way. He's done his best to welcome you to the team, allowing you to take investigations in your own direction and listening to your insights since day one. There was a brief moment in your first week where you felt tested, like his questions weren't to gain your insight but to see if you were up to the task, but you slipped past that easily. you have the credentials to back yourself up. you're quiet, yeah, but you're always right on track to where you need to be. pulled early from academy to jump into investigating was hard but it made this easy. a few years of experience under your belt and the job feels natural and, even with the shift in teams to join the big guns in Quantico, you feel like you're exactly where you're meant to be.
No, embarrassingly, this has nothing to do with you not liking your boss or being afraid of him. Rather, he makes you too comfortable. He ducks his head to hear you speak as you walk and talk, settling deep eyes on your face. He's sturdy, dependable, and exactly everything you're all too interested in.
You hate it, harboring a school crush on your boss like you're a teen pining over your teacher. You know it's normal, you know it's perfectly reasonable and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being attracted to him, but you still slink away from him more than the others because of that attraction.
Because it's more than physical.
He listens when you talk. Granted, so do the rest of the team - they're profilers, of course they catalogue everything everyone is saying for future reference. But, beyond that, you catch him paying attention. He complimented your new blouse earlier in the week and it caused air to catch in your throat, suffocating you. It looked new, bright white and without wrinkles, but you knew he must have been looking, noticing, to remember you not wearing it before. He's kind, remembering details about you and the team and using them to aid in everyone's comfort. He knows Spencer can't handle dairy and you've heard him reminding an intern to stock the dairy-free alternatives for creamer in the jet. He brought you a neck pillow on your second flight because you didn't have one.
That gift you accepted with stuttering thank-you's and a flushed face. It hadn't flared this crush, but it definitely aided in your ability to accept it when you finally got around to no longer avoiding how he made you feel with every kind smile and gentle good morning.
You settle down at your desk, putting your steaming mug on a pile of paperwork you really need to sort through, and try to physically push the thoughts out of your head by ranking your hands through your hair, lifting it from your forehead and squeezing your eyes shut. Today isn't the day. You're too tired, sure that the team will be flying out today, and really need to be on your A-Game.
"Everything okay?" A calm voice asks from your elbow. When you look up, you decide the universe hates you. Hotch is leaning on the desk adjacent to yours, holding his own travel cup full of fresh coffee, chin tilted down to check on you. His gaze is kind, light on your face, and his eyebrows are lifted slightly. You get the feeling that he's doing everything in his power to present himself as less imposing.
"Yes, of course," you answer automatically, heart thudding in your throat.
"You know, you shouldn't lie to profilers," he says, tone teasing, voice still low. "If you're tired, it's okay to admit it to me, too."
You're about to brush him off when something in your brain freezes before clicking into place.
He's looking at you, pleading, expression open. He's usually guarded, professional. Caring, but with a guard up. Rare are these moments of genuine asking, especially rarer so are the moment of pleading hidden behind a mask of gentle humor. You think, briefly, about how it must seem to him. He heard you, Emily, and Morgan joking in the kitchen. You haven't been here long, you're shy, but slowly thawing to everyone but him. He doesn't know your reasons, he couldn't, you've made a genuine effort to hide them, and you force yourself to see it from his perspective.
"Sorry," you say, softly, slowly. "I didn't sleep well. First nightmares and then insomnia. Hence," you gesture toward your mug. You shrug, heart beating out of your chest, eyes searching his. Nice, be nice, be open and kind and yourself. "At least I have FRIENDS reruns to keep me company."
You see something relax in him at your gentle offering of the information. He sends you a not-quite-smile, nodding once and pushing himself off of the desk he was lightly leaning against.
"Take a few minutes, I'm sure JJ will call us in soon." He scans your face for a moment before looking down at your desk. He reaches forward, slowly but with purpose, and lifts a file that has been nagging you for days. The new computer system is hard to get used to and the paperwork load is heavier than you've experienced before. "I can help you with this to ease some of your load, too."
He's walking away before you can protest, tucking the file under his arm and ducking into his office. He moves swiftly, leaving no room for argument, and you're left at your desk, mouth agape and heart in your mouth.
"Wow," Spencer says, jolting you in your chair to spin around and face him. His desk is near yours, across a walkway, and you hadn't registered him sitting there. You think he was nose-deep in a book when you walked in but you hadn't been paying attention. "I don't think I've seen him warm up to someone that fast," Spencer admits, leaning back in his seat and giving you a confused look, eyebrows lowered. "Actually, he's never offered to help me do my paperwork. Ever."
"That's because you read far too fast for it to actually help you," you offer, mind racing, words hollow as your thoughts are elsewhere.
Eyes trained on the windows of Hotch's office, you take his advice and relax for the few minutes before JJ comes to gather you all in the conference room. Coffee on your lips, you let yourself smile behind the rim of your mug. You can't imagine how you could think of anything other than that, really.
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LOVE ME BACK â yu jimin
after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you find solace in a bar and a mystery womanâs arms. you were convinced it was just a one time thing. yet, you didnât expect to see her again at your workplace.
TAGS â fluff, lowk crack, suggestive themes, mentions of sex and alcohol, ceo!rina, office au, reader has a boyfriend (at first), hwang hyunjin as plot device, mentions of cheating, probably a hr violation, jealousy, hidden relationship, cursing
WORDCOUNT â 10.3k
when you were younger, your dream was to be an astronaut. now in your early twenties, youâve succumbed to the average 9-5 job that every adult hates. your job was a pain in the neck, figuratively and literally. staring at a computer all day was tough work, but if you said that out loud, you would seem like a lunatic.
your hands dance bleakly across the keyboard, fingers tapping insistently to finish the report. maybe you would even get home on time today. a vibration from your phone distracts your focus, a message from your boyfriend.
staring at the notification, you sigh and pick up your phone to text back. itâs a chain of messages, ranging from urgent calls to angry scoldings. your eyes narrow as a call comes in, displaying, hyun âĄ.
âhyunjin oppa,â you whisper, âiâm at work.â
âyouâre still at work? i thought i told you that my sisterâs visiting today? my mumâs cooking for you.â
groaning internally, you reply softly, âiâm really sorry but this report will probably take half an hour more. tell unnie and auntie iâll be late.â
hyunjinâs voice rings through the phone, irritated, âi told you about it. did you forget or are you just not willing to spend time with my family?â
âi didnât forget, seriously, and you know i love your family and your mumâs cooking.â
thatâs kind of a lie. you werenât really welcomed with his family. his mother had objected to your relationship from the get go. his father was cold and indifferent. his sister was the only one who actually talked to you. but his motherâs cooking was good.
âyouâre prioritising your work over spending time with me,â hyunjin states.
âi made this clear from the start,â you pinch your nose bridge, âmy job always comes first.â
his annoyed tone shines through, bright as day, âi donât get why youâre still working at that firm. i can provide for the both of us.â
you sigh, frustrated at hyunjinâs insolence.
âi enjoy this job,â a lie, âi donât want to just stay in my apartment all day with nothing to do and i worked hard to get here.â true.
âthatâs why you should just move in with me.â with that mother of his? no way in hell.
âi like my apartment,â you say firmly, glancing at the unfinished report open, âoppa, if youâre just going to scold me, at least do it later. iâm working now.â
âyouâre always working. how can you work so much? y/n, are you preoccupied with something else? or someone?â
anger bubbles lowly in your veins.
âwhat on earth are you saying?â
âiâm saying that you may be busy with someone. whatever, if youâre always working, letâs just end things here. i canât always be waiting for you at home.â
âyou donât make time for me either. on my off-days, you always hang out with your friends. how many dates have you cancelled?â
âiâm sorry i have a social life. my life doesnât revolve around spending time with you. if you have a problem with it, letâs break up.â
you roll your eyes. you would be amused at how a 24 year old would think so irrationally, if that 24 year old wasnât breaking up with you right now. your hand forms a fist on the table. maybe hyunjin was fine with lazing around at home, letting his mother serve him like a maid. but you werenât. hyunjin didnât have any ambitions, dropping out of college after his first year, claiming it was too difficult. you had only cooed at him gently, his first and only year at college was when you met him and started dating.
âfine. letâs break up as you wish. ask yeji unnie to pack my things at your house, iâll pick it upââ
the call ends abruptly, youâre baffled at his childish antics. groaning, you throw your head into your hands. was your two year relationship really ending here? over a phone call? tossing your phone to the side, you perk up, determined to take your mind off your boyfriend. you still had a job to do after all.
yet, the thought of losing the two years youâve spent with hyunjin makes you frown. he wasnât a bad boyfriend. he was a nice guy, most of the time. he was a man after all, he had his stupid moments. spending two years with him meant that some part of you actually liked him. maybe not to the extent of love. youâve never thought about it.
is that why he broke up with you? because you werenât in it for love? was hwang hyunjin just another guy for you to past time with? if you couldnât find love with a guy like hyunjin, whoâs good looking and well-mannered, who could you find love with? were you some emotionless robot who didnât care for othersâ feelings?
forcefully removing these persisting questions from your head, you focus on the report. missing fabric, wrong dimensions, plagiarised designs, what was wrong with this fashion company?
âsunbae, still not clocking out?â kim minjeong, the new intern and coincidentally, your junior from high school, peeks above your computer. you shake your head, smiling sheepishly at her, âdonât call me sunbae, Iâm ms seo right now.â
minjeong pouts, âsorry, iâm just not used to it. and youâre only like, a year older. want me to wait for you?â
you eye the report with distain, grimacing, âitâs okay, minjeong. you can go first, i think this will take a long time.â
the younger girl nods and quickly leaves. youâve never wished you were someone else so badly before. your eyes follow minjeong from her cubicle to the lift. you slap your cheeks, willing yourself to focus.
after a few excruciating long hours, you clap your hands merrily, eyes gleaming with excitement and happiness. the stupid report was finally finished! you hum happily as you pack up your things. once you had picked up your bag, a notification graces your phone.
swiping up, itâs a text from yeji, warning you that hyunjin had left the house urgently. concerned, but not panicking, you reply saying that maybe he went out for fresh air. yejiâs next few messages are about how their mother is blaming you for hyunjinâs bad mood.
whatever. you canât find it in yourself to care.
still overjoyed by the fact you had finished the mundane report, you head down to the lobby, grinning. a few employees who were still there eyed you weirdly but you brushed them off. today was a good day, despite stupid hyunjin.
as the doors open, you bring out your phone. no new messages from hyunjin or yeji. maybe it was partially your fault for making promises you couldnât keep. ugh. the late night graces your presence, streets filled with busy cars. you check the time, 8pm. you should take your mind off hyunjin. and what better way to do so than to go get drunk?
you quickly text yizhuo, whoâs probably also drinking right now.
seo y/n [8.26pm]:
are u at jiwoongâs bar?
i just ended
ning yizhuo [8.27pm]:
howâd you know?
iâm drinking with chenle
come unnie
chenle? you furrow your brows. wasnât he that super rich kid who yizhuo plays video games with? ah, whatever, you seriously need to get drunk now.
swiftly hauling down a cab (honestly, props to you. calling a taxi at night was basically war), you make your way to the bar.
itâs a relatively new establishment, furnished with matte dark oak floorings and a sleek marble bar. it was the closest bar to your workplace, making it a common meeting area for you and your co-workers. normally, during the last day of each month, team manager kim would bring you to go drinking. you push at the doors, the sight of two figures yelling at each other greet you. usually, you would have ignored it. itâs a bar, itâs common to have drunk people fighting. yet, when you squinted closely, realisation struck you.
âhyunjin?â you gasp, âwhat are you doing here?â
your ex-boyfriend swerves around, eyes blazing with fury as yizhuo curses at him.
âwhere were you?â he demands, âi texted you multiple times.â
you turn on your phone, grimacing at the countless messages.
âit was on silent mode. if you want to talk, letâs go outside, donât disturb the people here.â
yizhuo attempts to follow but you just hold a hand out. if hyunjin hurt yizhuo, you would never forgive yourself. besides, this was something you had to do alone.
begrudgingly, hyunjin agrees and exits the bar. out in the street, you take note of his dishevelled self.
âwhyâd you decide to come here? i know youâre here to find another guy. who is it? iâll fucking kill him,â hyunjin seethes. you notice the slight flush in his face. was he drunk?
unable to remain passive, you say firmly, âhyunjin, you said you wanted to break up. now that iâve seen you, letâs break up.â
âare you fucking serious?â he asks incredulously, âi came all the way here to find you and you are the one breaking up with me?â
you retort, âyou are the one who said you want to end things. if i found another guy, so what? weâre not dating anymore.â
your last few words hit a nerve. hyunjinâs hands fly out to grab your arms, furiously digging his fingernails into your wrists.
âiâll fucking kill you if you leave me for another man, donât test me seo y/n,â he growls. disgusted, you try to escape from his hold. being taller and a guy, heâs obviously stronger. you feel your skin breaking at the edge.
âlet go!â you grit your teeth, trying to pry his fingers off. he relentlessly grips on, even managing to avoid any attempts of your escape.
slow, steady footsteps approach. you notice the look of anxiety on hyunjinâs face. what would this look like to an outsider? his grip doesnât lessen however. the figure opens the doors, raising an eyebrow.
âwhat the hell are you looking at?â hyunjin snarls. your eyes fly to the stranger. itâs a woman, thank god.
despite your current predicament, you canât help but admire the woman staring at you. her face was sculpted by the gods; dark, deep, hypnotising eyes, a tall nose bridge, red, full lips that formed a thin line.
âwhy are you assaulting a woman?â god, you could just die hearing her voice. husky and intimidating, hyunjin was practically quivering in his feet.
âi-iâm not doing anything! youâre the one staring at us, bitch.â
her eyes narrow and she scoffs, âdid your mother teach you any manners? i was just concerned for her safety,â she gestures to you, âit seems as if youâre holding her here, unwilling to let go.â
âiâm not doing jackshit.â
your eyes bore into her, calling out for help.
âah,â the stranger inches closer, fingers trailing from your shoulder to your arm. you shudder at her touch. she smirks, âwhy donât you let her go now? or should i call the police on you, hwang hyunjin?â
hyunjinâs face turns red. nervousness grows at the sight of his anger.
âhow the fuck do you know my name?â
she tilts her head, reminiscent of a curious puppy, âoh, donât you know who i am? tell your father if his son acts up again, we might not continue our deal.â
âhow do you know my dad?â hyunjin yells, âand what deal do you have with him?â
âiâm your fatherâs biggest business partner. how would he feel if he found out he lost his company because of his idiot son? or would you want me to reveal some of your own secrets? whatâs her name, jiyeon?â
your eyes widen at the mention of hyunjinâs ex. he had broken up with lee jiyeon months before meeting you. why was this stranger bringing her up again? and how did she know so much?
hyunjin glances at you, âdonât you fucking dare.â
by now, hyunjin had let go of your hand entirely. the stranger just sighs dramatically and stares at her fingernails.
âhyunjin-ssi, you really have a knack for being a public nuisance. i just wanted a drink, and my precious evening was interrupted by you screaming. ah, should you really be concerned about your ex-girlfriend finding a new guy? havenât you already done so while still in the relationship?â
in a second, hyunjin lunges for the stranger. his hands fly out to grab at her hair, but she manages to dodge the sudden attack. frowning at hyunjin, the stranger finally scoffs, âyouâre pathetic. donât you dare touch my clothes, theyâre designer. leave now before i call the cops on you.â despite his anger, hyunjin actually looks spooked and quickly stomps away. thank god. she swats off the imaginary dust on her shoulders and turns to you.
in contrast to before, she sends a small smile, âyou did a good job breaking up with this idiot.â
âthank you for saving me.â
she shrugs, âitâs all right. he was being a nuisance.â
âiâm sorryâŚâ you ask, âbut how did you know so much about hyunjin?â
âi deal with the hwang group. i have met his father on several occasions. sometimes, he has to clean up his sonâs mess. most of the time, he canât do it alone. hence, he finds us,â her smile turns into a grimace, âi apologise that someone like him has been taking advantage of you. i assure you that hwang hyunjin and park jiyeon will be taken care of.â
âno, itâs okay, i kind of had a feeling already,â you hesitate to reach out to her, âuhm, can i know your name?â
the stranger adjusts her clothes; a black pantsuit. your eyes trail down from her face to her luminous black hair. they follow the shape of her jawline, sharp as a knife, down to her collarbones. you unconsciously swallow your saliva.
âyou can call me jimin,â she says, taking a piece of card out from her pocket, handing it to you. your eyes skim the details. yu jimin. nothing else is on the card except for a phone number. âwhat can i call you?â
ây/n, seo y/n.â
âif you find yourself in another situation as such, i will do my best to help, y/n.â
you canât believe a woman like her is pledging her assistance to you.
unable to control yourself, you blurt out, âwhat can i do to repay you?â
jiminâs eyes form into slits, crinkling into a devilish smile.
âwhat are you insinuating?â
everything around you is soft, pillowy and warm. except for one. the incessant buzzing of something. it snaps you out of your reverie. groaning loudly, you throw your hand to reach out for the device causing the vibration. your fingers hit an unfamiliar surface. since when did you have a bedside table this close? eyelids fluttering open, you regain consciousness.
âwhat the hell?â you say out loud, sitting upright in bed. your phone lays beside you, its buzzing unable to distract you from what youâre seeing. white silk sheets covered your bare body, which was littered with bite marks and hickeys. it trailed on from your neck to the dip in your hips. lingering bruises were left on your thighs too.
oh fuck.
you were screwed.
grasping your phone, you scan the room for your clothes. finally catching sight of your scattered clothes, you gently pick them up, face turning red at the sight of your well-marked body. your purse and belongings are littered all over the floor as well. a disgruntled groan emits from the bunched up blankets. itâs only now you realise thereâs a person below it, snoring peacefully.
wincing at the slight soreness in your lower body, you gently throw the duvet cover off you and slowly put on your clothes, afraid of disturbing the sleeping woman. taking one last look at the bed, a mop of black hair contrasting the pale serene face below.
running your hands through your hair to comb the mess, you rush out of the bedroom. the sight before you leaves you in awe. whoever this jimin person was, her apartment was amazingly furnished. whatever, you shake your head before you could be further distracted.
thereâs countless messages left by yizhuo, all inquiring about your whereabouts. shit. you forgot to tell her. after assuring her that you were alive and not kidnapped, you quickly navigate your way back home. surprisingly, jiminâs modern apartment wasnât far away from yours, despite the contrast between the two homes. you could infer accurately that karina was some wealthy bachelorette who held power. between her penthouse and the conversation with hyunjin, she was probably a high rank in the business industry.
after reaching your house, you take a much needed shower and slip into a white button up blouse and a black pencil skirt. this was your usual office attire. thankfully, as you had finished the looming report the previous night, you didnât have to get to the office early. finishing up with some light makeup, you head out satisfied. the soreness in your lower body serves as a constant reminder of the activities you took part in. at least you didnât have a hangover.
entering the lounge, you spot your colleagues all conversing with one another. minjeong seems to be in a heated debate. your eyes dart to the figure standing by the counter.
âgood morning, ms seo,â you bow when team manager kim greets you. kim gaeul, two years your senior, and somewhat of a friend.
âgood morning,â you reply. gaeul is sipping on the coffee from the cafe opposite. she gestures towards the paper bag on the counter, âthereâs a latte in there for you. good job on the report, i read it this morning.â
you beam at the manager, âthank you so much.â desperately, you chug the latte, relieved that you had caffeine in your body to survive the day ahead. gaeul stares at you in amusement before clearing her throat, ânow that everyone is here, i would like to announce that a new ceo will be coming.â
thereâs some mutters and murmurs of confusion.
âour current ceo will be resigning,â gaeul says, a fixed smile on her face, âhence the need for a new ceo. she will be here shortly. at ten, please gather in the meeting room so she can introduce herself to all of us.â
you check the time, it was forty past nine. the new ceo will be coming soon. was there enough time to get any work done before she arrived? probably not. you sit down next to minjeong on the couch. she catches you mid yawn.
âsunbae, did you get enough sleep?â your ears blush at the memory of what happened.
âmaybe i didnât sleep well,â you say. minjeong nods, a look of pity on her face, âyou must have gotten home late because of that report.â
you scratch your neck, âyeah, i got home pretty late.â
âmaybe you can take a quick nap? you still have twenty minutes, iâll wake you up.â
shaking your head, you chuckle, âitâs okay, minjeong. iâll get through the day. at least team manager kim got us all coffee.â
despite your words, you find your eyelids fluttering close every second. maybe you should really take a nap. the events of the previous night had left you incredibly tired. breaking up with hyunjin was emotionally draining, whereas jimin⌠you rid the thoughts from your brain. it would serve you no good to be thinking about her right now. she was just a helpful woman who you repaid by sleeping with. at least it was enjoyable. you certainly enjoyed the feel of her warm body against yours. even before you start to reminisce, minjeong jolts upwards and exclaims, âtime to go meet the ceo!â
the rest of the group follows suit, heading towards the lift. you wearily drag yourself to follow along, an arm looped through minjeong for support.
âyâall think sheâll be pretty?â a voice rings out from the crowd.
âarenât most ceos like forty years old?â
âwomen donât expire past the age of forty, mark,â you retort. mark only smirks, âmaybe sheâll be a hot cougar.â
you roll your eyes at his words, yet you canât help but imagine what the new ceo would be like. would she be intimidating? confrontational? you just hope she wonât be unreasonable. god knows you need a break from this absurd company. the only good thing about it was its pay and the people you work with.
âquiet down everyone,â gaeul says, âsheâs coming soon, please be on your best behaviour.â she shoots a look at the rowdy group of guys nearer to the back. you try to inch closer to the front, the denial of your curiosity itching at you. despite your tired state, there was still some interest in the next ceo. âthere she is!â minjeong whispers loudly.
your head flies to look up, mouth agape as your eyes bore into the womanâs frame. under the exquisite fabric draped over her, you could still sense her elegance. the way her steps echoed against the tiles, commanding everyoneâs attention. your heart drops at the familiarity.
oh.
oh no.
below her bright red, glossy lips, resides a beauty mark.
you remember your own lips moulding against hers from the night before. the feel of her burning skin on top of your equally desperate body. her lingering touches, fingers tracing down from your collarbone.
âsheâs pretty,â minjeong blurts out. you nod.
she was a goddess, aphrodite incarnated. you distinctively recall how sweet her words were, how her voice toned down to a husky drawl, whispering the things she would do to you. a shiver runs down your body, you clench your fists. how were you getting riled up over a memory?
your eyes follow her as she turns to face everyone. her face remains impassive as she addresses the crowd, âi am your ceo, karina.â cold, narrow eyes flick through the gathering, eventually meeting yours. if anyone else had looked closer, they would have noticed the shock in the way her eyes widen ever so slightly. yet, she swiftly regains herself.
âplease do carry on as usual,â she says, you canât believe sheâs the same person as the jimin from last night, âi will be conducting a meeting later. do not be late.â
as her footsteps recede, you let out an exhale of breath. having her eyes on you made it hard to breathe, she literally took your breath away. minjeong eyes you curiously, but the crowd quickly disperses, sensing that karina was not to be messed with. they would rather get back to their jobs than deal with an angry ceo.
after heading back up, you finally sit down on your office chair, finding it more comfortable than usual. normally, it felt like it was forcing your spine in the most unnatural way. yet, after that interaction with jimin, you found solace in it.
âguys! ceo wants everyone in the meeting room now!â gaeulâs head pops out from the room, hurriedly gesturing for everyone to come. you reluctantly rise and walk to the room slowly. jiminâs already standing inside, a stony look on her face as she analyses a file of papers, presumably reports.
once everyone had entered and were settled down, jimin places the file back on the table, eyes roaming around as she says, âthis company will collapse within a yearâs time if i did not take the offer to buy it. hence, starting from now, there will be extreme changes.â
you take a gulp.
âfirst of all, we have to start investing more of our time into doing trade and business with others. isolating ourselves and believing that we can become successful without the help of others is idiotic,â jimin explains, âwe should take the initiative and with someone like me at the helm, this company will flourish.â she hands out an assortment of papers around the room.
âthis will tell you everything you need to know about your duties as an employee of this company. do take the time to read through thoroughly. i assure you with such a strategy, no one will need to work more than they have to.â
you can see some impressive looks from your colleagues. jimin was definitely a strong ceo, you already knew from how well-connected she was. yet, this would be your first time seeing her work ethic in action.
âeveryone is dismissed. however,â jimin turns back around, eyes gleaming with mirth, âseo y/n, i want to meet you in my office.â
every inch of you freezes up. you sense some curiosity lingering around your colleagues, especially minjeong who offers a comforting pat on your shoulder. jiminâs lips form a devilish smile, akin to the one you saw previously. you sigh, already regretting all life choices thus far.
the door closes shut behind you. jimin sits down in her luxurious and pristine office chair. you kind of envy her.
a moment of silence passes before jimin speaks, âi did not expect to see you here.â
âneither did i,â you answer back. her appearance was a shock.
she chuckles slowly, âafter leaving me in bed alone, with no note or anything, should i fire you?â
your eyes widen. what the hell? wasnât this an abuse of authority? she couldnât fire you that easily, right? over something that wasnât even related to your job!
âyou seem to not be able to finish your job, seo y/n,â jimin spins a fountain pen between her fingers. your gaze darts from the swirling pen to her face. indifferent, yet a hint of amusement.
âi assure you i am a hard worker and the night before is not related to my work ethic,â you reply.
jimin laughs, âdo you not know how upset i was when i did not feel a body next to me? my sheets tidied up neatly, clothes gone and not a single hint of you left behind.â
âlast night was a one-time thing,â you state firmly, âit will not happen again as i intend it to.â
the ceoâs eyes rake down your body, seemingly turning into satisfaction as she smiles, âyou do not intend for it to happen again?â
âi⌠thank you for saving and helping me with my ex-boyfriend, but youâre my boss now and itâs probably a workplace violation.â
âso it is not because you do not want to, more so you feel that you are not allowed to,â jimin bluntly says. sheâs right. you would like to indulge in the pleasure she provides once more, and continuously, but sheâs your boss.
your silence speaks of your answer.
âit is unexpected that we have met under these circumstances. i wonât lie and say that iâm fine with forgetting about the night we spent together. huh. i wanted a date⌠yet, if you insistâŚâ
jimin stands up from her desk, staring at the city skyline. you stare at her hooded eyes in the reflection of the window panel.
âyou may leave,â she smiles, âbut do call me karina and not jimin in front of others. they do not know my real name.â
you nod, unsure how to reply. were you meant to feel special that she had so willingly spared her real name to you? with others not privy of her name, you were the only one. jimin closes the door firmly behind you. youâre greeted by the sight of an anxious minjeong and a smirking mark lee.
âwhat did she say to you? and how did she know your name already?â minjeong asks hastily.
âjust talking âbout work,â you answer smoothly, âwe have a mutual friend.â
mark, bless him, adds on, âsheâs prettier up close, right?â
âyeah,â you reply, cheeks reddening. you were well acquainted with her beauty by now, finding yourself momentarily starstruck.
âmust be nice having the ceo know you,â minjeong says, sighing. you smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. was it really a blessing?
no, of course it wasnât. you slept with your boss. unintentionally, in fact. you head back to your desk, hands almost ripping out your hair as you gaze at the closed door.
what have you gotten yourself into now?
youâre annoyed. irritated. angered. all because of your ceo. jimin doesnât do anything outlandish, no. but she throws a mountain of work onto you. and only you. her previous promise of no one having to work more than they need to is out the window. you can only scoff, ashamed that you truly believed she would let you leave by five. however, it seems that jimin is rather petty. every time you snap back with a remark, she just smiles and places one more report on your desk a few minutes later. itâs maddening. was she not abusing her power?
the stack of papers on your desk feels never ending. compared to your colleagues, itâs clearly taller. even minjeong had commented about it. if the sudden increase of workload wasnât enough, jimin also demanded you to do the most trivial things, such as fetching her coffee, shredding papers⌠did she not have enough money to afford a personal assistant? you were just an employee to the company. after bringing up your concerns to gaeul, the team manager merely shrugged, saying she could not do anything against the ceo. and it wasnât as if jimin was outright abusing you. she was so clearly just messing with you!
(âyouâre joking,â you gape at the pile of paperwork jimin was carrying to your table.
âhow is this a joke to you?â jimin asks, a stern look on her face, but the small grin she wore betrayed her facade.)
this wasnât any different from your life before the new ceo came. honestly, it might be worse. you had more work than ever, overtime was becoming a necessity in your life, and jimin just gets to prance around. you seriously had to take the initiative to discuss this, because what on earth.
finally deciding you had enough of jiminâs antics, you stand up from your desk, leaving the heaps of papers undone. determined, you take long strides, arriving at the door of jiminâs office. some of your colleagues eye you weirdly but they donât make a sound. you just ignore them. not even knocking, you open the door. if jimin notices your presence, she doesnât show it. her face is buried in a file, eyes darting from the report to the computer screen. you swallow, drawing courage from every fibre of your being.
âi need to talk to you.â
jiminâs head shoots up, an eyebrow raised. her bangs are parted today, no longer hovering over her eyes. the first few buttons of her black blouse are unbuttoned, revealing her carved collarbones. a pair of thick, black framed glasses rest on her sharp nose.
âabout?â
âyouâre messing with me,â you state.
the ceo stares. she looks rather dishevelled today, you wonder why.
âinteresting. how did you come to that conclusion?â she asks, placing the file back onto her desk, her eyes fully focused on you now. trying to not get hypnotised by her forceful peering, you voice out, ��youâve been giving me more work than others. you always find some excuse to make me do stuff. iâve worked here for three years and youâre making me an errand girl.â
itâs true. it feels like sheâs just giving you filler work to do. there hasnât been any improvement at all.
âi⌠i thought you would be different,â you admit, âdifferent from our previous ceo. but it feels like nothing has changed. iâm still working overtime with no end in sight and it feels even worse than before.â
jimin doesnât say a word. itâs the first time youâre saying this to anyone, your true feelings. jimin had made such big promises at the first meeting but after two months, there really wasnât any change.
âi give you more work because youâre more capable,â jimin explains, a grim look on her face.
âthat doesnât excuse the fact you literally demand me to run around and make you coffee.â
âi canât deny, that was for my personal amusement.â
your anger flares up, âsee! youâre messing with me!â
âyour reaction is funny,â she reasons weakly, âitâs really⌠i didnât know it was taking a toll on you. i just wanted to see you get annoyed. you look cute when youâre grumpy.â
the previous frustration simmers down completely at her words. cute? was it appropriate for your boss to be saying this?
âwhat?â
jimin looks away shyly, a stark contrast to her intimidating facade, âiâll try to restrain myself from now on⌠but i would like to talk to you about something as well.â
your curiosity is piqued. jiminâs face turns dark, her eyes narrowing as she asks, âare you and mark in a relationship?â
a gasp escapes your lips, because what the fuck?
âno, ew,â you instantly say, âmark acts like a kid.â
âso you have no romantic feelings for him?â jimin repeats.
âno, none at all.â somehow, you know why sheâs even asking in the first place.
jimin frowns, âso why were you touching his face that day?â
you remember it vividly. mark was showing you the netflix movie, â365 daysâ and stating that you could recreate it with jimin. he was joking with you, but you still got flustered. minjeong had been laughing so loudly it attracted the ceo to come into the break room. she has witnessed your hands grabbing markâs collar, in the midst of threatening him.
âhe was just saying something weird,â you mumble, not exactly willing to tell jimin she was the cause. the ceo nods. you canât help but like this jimin slightly more than the brooding one. she seems more vulnerable today. more gentle and soft.
âokay,â jimin smiles, wider than usual, âyou can leave now.â
you bow, slightly happier that the ceo was understanding of your concerns. maybe now you would get home on time, not that you had anyone waiting for you though. after your break up with hyunjin, you had increasingly found more alone time. sometimes you would spend the night with yizhuo, cooking dinner together. most times you would reach home and immediately fall asleep.
content with the meeting, you leave her office, bouncing back to your desk. the stack of papers feel considerably lighter knowing her true reasoning behind piling so much workload on you. perhaps she had more faith and trust in you. that made you feel proud.
a head peeks out above the partition.
âwhat did the boss talk to you about?â minjeong asks. you wave a hand at her, brushing her words off, ânothing really. karina was just telling me stuff about my job, giving comments, yâknow.â
minjeong nods and ducks her head, returning to her work. you do the same, the weight previously resting on your shoulders significantly lighter. the day doesnât seem so gloomy anymore.
you carry on typing with a small smile. unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes gaze through the blinds.
jimin stays true to her word. despite the heavier workload, your heart feels lighter that she acknowledged your ability. it doesnât bother you anymore that minjeong and the rest of your colleagues can leave instantly while you stay for a bit longer to refine some finer details. deeply engrossed, you donât notice the sudden pattering of raindrops splashing against the windows. and you definitely donât notice the light in jiminâs office still on.
stretching your arms, you yawn, intending to go home. yet, the moment you start packing your bag, realisation strikes you that it was raining. raining heavily. as you try to decide your next move, the door to jiminâs office opens.
her head peeks out, a frown on her face as she calls out, âwhy are you still here?â
âi was doing something and i just lost track of time,â you explain. jiminâs head tilts. you internally coo at the similarity of her to a puppy.
she takes one look outside and asks, âhow are you going to get home? donât you take the bus?â
you scrunch your nose, trying to think of a way to return home without being caught in the rain but with no avail.
âno idea,â you shrug, âi might call my friend to pick me up or something. not sure if sheâs busy though.â
jimin takes long strides towards you, âi can drive you home.â
your eyes widen considerably, âno, itâs really okay!â you donât know what you would do enclosed in a small space with her without other people around. she looks extra delectable today as well. usually, her hair is neat and proper, but today itâs slightly messy and her bangs are swept to the side, exposing her forehead. she still wears the pair of attractive black glasses and sheâs adorning a navy pantsuit today.
âas your boss,â jimin smiles, âi need to ensure that all my employees are cared for. i canât have you coming to work sick, can i?â you canât really fight her logic there. it makes sense, she wouldnât want you to get sick because she would lose manpower. yet, the explanation digs a hole in your heart.
sheâs your boss.
you glance at the rain splattering.
âokay. take me home.â
jiminâs smile widens. you walk together in silence to the elevator. only the soft humming of her voice fills in the gaps. the silence stretches on till you reach her car as well. itâs only when you try to enter the backseat, jimin says, âwhat are you doing? come sit here.â she pats the passenger seat. you follow her instructions like a dog with its owner.
as the ceo starts up the car, you notice small details of it. itâs clearly expensive, no doubt. the sleek leather you were sitting on just speaks for itself. jimin had an air freshener hanging from the mirror, the strangest thing was that it was a dinosaur smelling of vanilla. she had a small shiro, the dog from shin-chan, figurine posed on the dashboard. you quietly giggle at the cuteness of it all. jimin having adorable items accessorising her car was such a stark contrast to her distant and cold persona as your boss.
âthatâs cute,â you point out. jimin glances at what youâre pointing at and her cheeks redden, âah. do you like shin-chan too?â
âuh,â you blank out, âi guess so? i like boo.â
jimin beams.
âthatâs amazing,â she says with all the sincerity in the world, âletâs watch shin-chan together someday.â
itâs a strange proposal, no doubt. but you find yourself nodding too soon. the grin you receive from jimin is well worth it though.
âyou can key in your address here,â she hands you her phone. as you type, jimin continues talking, âi broke off my deal with hwang by the way. has he contacted you at all?â
you shake your head, âno, but his sister has been texting me. apparently heâs very disoriented and is always drunk. he got into a scandal recently for starting a fight at another bar.â
jimin sighs, one of bemusement, âi truly wonder where such men get their audacity from.â you giggle at her words.
âhonestly, hyunjin is childish and immature but heâs a good guy,â you confess, âi donât know why he suddenly turned into someone like that.â
the ceo falls silent. you wonder if you said something wrong. maybe you offended her in some way. gulping, you distract yourself by watching the scenery of urbanised skyscrapers.
âyouâre giving him too much credit,â jimin says, âheâs always been like that. heâs just a good actor.â
âreally?â
jimin nods firmly, âof course. and did you really like him? or did you just like having him around?â
you debate on answering. wasnât this too personal for someoneâs boss to ask? your eyes swerve to watch jiminâs grip tighten on the steering wheel, her small hands showing white knuckles.
âthereâs many things that are mistaken for another, such as liking someone and liking the idea of them.â
âwhat other things are you talking about?â you ask, genuinely curious.
the traffic light turns red. jimin presses on the brakes, a smirk plastered on her face as she turns to you.
âlike finding someone good-looking and attractive. i know iâm good-looking, but am i attractive to you, y/n?â she leans forward, her face inches away from yours. your eyes unintentionally trail down to her lips before snapping shut and turning away.
âdonât leave me hanging,â you can hear the damn pout in her voice. a warm hand leaves a fleeting touch on your arm as she pulls you to look back at her again.
you resist the urge to throw yourself out of the car.
âthe lightâs green,â your voice comes out almost as if you were constipated.
jimin lets out a hearty laugh.
âwe can settle this debate back at yours, donât you think?â your hands clench by your side, neck strained to crane your head away from looking at the delectable woman.
âi donât think thatâs appropriate,â is what you end up saying. jimin shrugs. your eyes are drawn to the smooth expanse of her hands that rest against the steering wheel, and the way her knuckles unintentionally flex when turning.
âweâre far past appropriation,â she states, amused.
shrugging, you stare at the outside scenery instead, ensuring that you wouldnât be salivating at the sight of your boss.
jimin hums to the music playing in her car. you roughly recognise it as a song from the pokemon anime ost. somehow, itâs totally believable that this domineering boss could also have a silly and endearing side to her. it was yu jimin after all.
âwhat are you thinking so hard about?â
you.
âwork.â
âwhat about it? is the workload too heavy for you?â the concern in her voice makes you want to puke.
you shake your head.
âiâm just thinking⌠about that day,â you decide to answer truthfully.
jimin tilts her head, âwhat day?â
âyou knowâŚâ it comes out in a hushed and embarrassed whisper, âthat day.â
either jiminâs stupid or sheâs just playing dumb. she stares at you, confused. you make some inappropriate gestures with your fingers, until she lights up in recognition.
âthat day?â she repeats teasingly.
itâs not like you can ask her for a repeat of that day. you had literally stated outright that it was a one-time thing. she was your boss, for godâs sake. if you slept with her again, you would be breaking all sorts of violations.
ââŚit was niceâŚâ your cheeks redden, âthatâs all.â
the smirk on jiminâs face is unbearable. thank god youâre not the one driving, or you would have gotten a heart attack.
âwant to do it again?â
your face gets undeniably hotter. redness flushes through your entire body as you cower.
thereâs a moment of decision-making.
was it worth the risk to try again with jimin? for some reason, you know youâre past the phase of attraction. itâs pure interest for her now. youâre not sure if your heartâs fully beyond lust, but thereâs something lingering that feels akin to adoration. thereâs no doubt that you find jimin extremely good-looking, but like she said before, there was a difference. itâs unfortunate youâre attracted to her as well. maybe she already knew your answer, thatâs why she didnât push for you to reply.
(it would be a resounding yes.)
but jimin was still your boss. what if people in the company found out? they technically couldnât do anything since jimin was already in the highest position, but if you had to suffer questioning looks and backhanded remarks from them, about how you achieved this job by sleeping around, it would break your heart.
and you donât want a repeat of hyunjin. you donât know if youâre ready for another relationship. at least now youâre aware you can actually feel things for others and youâre not some emotionless robot.
but something about jimin pulls you towards her. like two opposite poles of a magnet. thereâs something so endearing yet mysterious about the girl that makes you want to try.
âweâre here already, i think my friend lives nearby here,â jimin says as she looks around. sheâs parked along the road, your apartment just a few metres away.
you gulp, murmuring softly, âjimin.â
the ceo turns to you, like a little cat.
âcan we try dating?â
jiminâs eyebrows shoot upwards, shock evident on her face. after all, you had rejected her not long ago.
âreally?â she can barely contain her excitement.
âuh, yeah,â youâre a little uncomfortable with the way sheâs staring at you so intensely.
happiness was coursing through her veins. jimin had never expected you would end up giving in. she had a whole plan in her headâ first, get you riled up and then convince you to sleep with her again. her second phase consisted of insanely good aftercare that would definitely draw you in into her amazing personality. the last phase was just playing hard to get and making sure you wanted her badly. it seems like she skipped most of the steps. whatever, it doesnât matter since she got the same end result.
âokay!â jimin beams.
you stare at her stunned.
âuh, so weâre dating now, right?â you repeat.
âmhm!â
her compliance makes you want to jump on her.
âletâs set some boundaries first, okay?â
jimin ponders for a bit before stating confidently, âi have no boundaries! you can do whatever you want.â
itâs a little riveting having her agree with whatever you say. her natural submission is jarring. you laugh, âthatâs okay, but i have some rules.â
âgo ahead!â jiminâs gazing at you, her eyes wide and rapt with attention. you hold out your hand, pointing at each individual finger, âone, no pda in the office, i donât want to give people an opportunity to gossip.â
she nods. it would be hard to continue dating if people kept invading your privacy.
âtwo, we have to keep this a secret,â you continue, âand three, weâre not official yet okay? just dating for now. letâs take it slow.â
âmhm sure.â
âfour, donât call me any nicknames in the office, iâm just seo y/n and youâre karina.â
jimin smirks lazily, her hand resting against the wheel, âyouâll be yu y/n soon.â
âjimin,â you groan at her sleaziness.
âgo on!â
you list off the final rule, âfive, no special treatment just cause weâre dating. i donât want people to think iâm getting more opportunities to do well just because weâre dating.â
the ceo blinks.
âokay.â
âokay?â
she hums, content, âyeah. iâm fine with all that.â
you breathe out shakily, âthatâs good.â
âmhm. you should get going now,â jimin smiles, âitâs late.â
âright, okay. uh, see you tomorrow?â
the ceo tilts her head, a wide grin on her face, âsee you tomorrow, baby.â
your face flushes red.
âjimin.â
âweâre not in the office!â
dating jimin is wonderful. sheâs the sweetest and most caring girl on earth. everytime she does something even remotely romantic, youâre swept off your feet. despite your insistence to take it slow, you had only resisted at the start. now, after weeks of dating, you succumbed to jiminâs puppy eyes and begging.
wrapped in her embrace, you snuggle into the crook of her neck even deeper, breathing in her cologne.
jimin only tightens her arms. if it wasnât for the fact that it was extremely comfortable, you would have complained that she was strangling you.
âbaby,â she whispers, planting haste pecks all over your face.
that had been a recurring thing. you realised soon after the first week, jimin loved calling you baby. sometimes you wondered if she forgot your name and called you baby to hide it. the girl, obviously, denied it.
âhm?â your voice comes out muffled.
âyou look really cute like this.â
you couldnât disagree more. adorned in an old oversized sweatshirt that was literally disintegrating by the second, messy bed hair after the nap you had just taken, and a bare face that probably had drool all over.
meanwhile, jiminâs wearing a calvin klein hoodie with little boy shorts that exposed her bare legs. your own legs fitted nicely against hers, tangling your bodies together on the couch.
âi wonât get to see you tomorrow,â jimin says out of the blue.
âwhy? do you have something going on?â
the ceo groans heartily, âmy friends want to have dinner together.â
this puts a frown on your face. originally, you had planned a cute little date for the two of you.
jimin, observant of your turmoil, only runs her fingers through your hair comfortingly, âi know, baby. but we donât always get this chance. and itâs just dinner! just this once.â
you nod your head, burrowing further into her embrace. jimin only sighs happily, her hand trailing down from your head to your back, rubbing circles repeatedly.
âwhat are you wearing then?â
âmaybe that dress that you really liked? or maybe a random pantsuit.â
you know which dress sheâs talking about. an ivory coloured, strapless dress that accentuates her collarbones nicely.
âwear the pantsuit.â something about other people being able to see jimin in that dress doesnât sit right with you.
a chuckle escapes her, âdidnât you say you liked the dress?â
shrugging, you reply nonchalantly, âdonât want anyone else seeing you in it.â
silence. then a high-pitched squeal.
ây/nnie, youâre so cute!â your head is dramatically pulled back from jiminâs neck and you come face-to-face with the ceo, whoâs cooing at you incessantly. she plants multiple pecks all over your face whilst squeezing your jaw tightly.
âjimin!â
the girl finally pulls away from covering your face with kisses, but if it werenât for her bright red lipstick, she would have seen how underneath all her kiss marks, your face was splashed with maroon.
âif you come with me, then can i wear that dress? i really want to wear it,â jimin pleads.
it's a fair deal in your opinion. you could spend time with her and being able to see jimin in that dress was just a plus. it just leaves the problem of jiminâs wandering hands. even in your office, her hands seem to have a mind of their own, constantly roaming around places they shouldnât be. like how when you were brewing coffee one morning, jimin had snuck up behind and rested her hands on your waist, whispering a quiet greeting. thank goodness no one else was in the lounge. that surely would have started endless amounts of rumours.
âbut we canât kiss or hug there okay?â you reply, deciding to make a trade-off.
jimin pouts, but she ends up huffing and then nodding.
âjust stay by my side. iâll restrain myself.â
well, that turned out to be a lie.
despite her previous promise of keeping her hands to herself, they somehow ended up entangled in your own. one of her hands lingers between your shoulder blades, and in the car ride to the restaurant, it trailed down to the small of your back. you had scolded jimin for that.
even now, jimin still ensured she was somehow touching you. the restaurant was extremely high-end, evident from the menu which didnât even have prices on them! you had gone through culture shock with that.
the table was surrounded with people you assumed held equally sophisticated titles, some of them stared at you with curiosity, probably wondering why a newcomer had arrived.
there were a few empty seats, but jimin had informed you that some maybe couldnât make it, as always.
âso,â one of the extremely gorgeous women had cleared her throat, âare you going to introduce the lovely woman youâve brought with you, karina?â
jimin smiles as her hand comes to lie on your arm, where your elbow is.
âthis is y/n, sheâs my colleague,â jimin says, a practised answer. you try to muster up a smile.
âiâm giselle, or aeri, nice to meet you, y/n,â the woman drawls, her tone full of mischief and she had that twinkle in her eyes that reminded you of jimin when sheâs about to tickle you.
âhow has ceo life been treating you? we havenât heard from you much,â another woman asks. you notice how cat-like this woman looks. she had beady eyes that were laser-focused on jimin. thereâs a chorus of agreement from the rest.
the ceo laughs, âitâs good. iâve gotten to experience many things. what about the park group that youâve visited, ryujin? are they still doing well?â
as the now named woman, ryujin, goes into a tirade about the park group, you take the opportunity to identify everyone. most of them were dressed to the nines, their hair all prim and proper, and not a speck of dust on their clothes. just from a quick scale, you could tell they were all extremely wealthy. you listen to ryujin speak while digging into the sirloin steak jimin had ordered for you.
ââand i actually met someone new recently, she should be arriving soon with her brother,â ryujin exclaims. the group chatters excitedly about her newest paramour, while jimin explains that ryujin had gone a few years without a relationship, hence the enthusiasm.
right as you nod, the door to the private room opens and two extremely familiar figures stride in and take their seats.
fuck. you think, unable to control the way your eyes widen. jimin shares the same feeling seemingly, with how she stiffens and a huff escapes her.
âthis is hwang yeji and her brother hyunjin,â ryujin beams proudly, unaware of the tension surrounding the table.
âseo y/n?â
your eyes dart downwards, unwilling to face hyunjin. yeji only gasps, âwhat? oh my gosh, y/n!â
you grit your teeth as hyunjin laughs loudly, âwhat are you doing here?â
jiminâs hand slithers down to yours, encasing it in a tight but comforting grasp.
ryujinâs head goes back and forth and the tableâs filled with surprised chatter and questions.
âhow do you guys know each other?â
hyunjin beats you by answering, âsheâs my girlfriend.â
what?
you wince a little at how jimin only grips you even more firmly.
âyou are?â ryujin exclaims. yeji sends you a sympathetic look, but before she even says anything, aeri interrupts.
âare you a two-timer?â she accuses, eyes blazing with fury, âarenât you dating jimin?â
your head snaps towards jimin.
âuhmââ she splutters out, âiâ okay! it just slipped out and i told aeri to play pretend!â
âwhat?! youâre dating her?â hyunjin suddenly barks. you groan, wondering why you even got involved with these people. they were all insane!
âwait, so who are you actually dating?â ryujin finally asks. you sigh, âiâm dating jimin.â
a scoff escapes hyunjin.
âyouâre actually with her? i canât believe you jumped into bed with someone else right after we broke up! i knew you were a slut from the beginning.â
a chorus of gasps echo from the table. you should feel saddened that someone you cared for previously was throwing insults at you, but you donât feel anything. yet, the same couldnât be said for jimin, who rises up from her seat abruptly, and tosses her glass of champagne at hyunjin.
âdonât talk about her like that.â
âare you fucking serious?!â
âshut the fuck up,â jimin seethes, âand donât let me hear you utter her name from that filthy mouth of yours ever again.â
hyunjinâs hair down to his tailored suit, drenched in expensive champagne that is probably worth more than your apartment. you watch as his face turns an angry red, and you can almost see the steam coming out from his ears. his mouth opens to retort but he can only gape furiously.
âyouâre pathetic and i pity the people that have to be in your company. you forget yourself. donât you dare come into my sight. my eyes arenât adjusted to the filth that you are.â
hyunjin stands up from his chair but yeji pulls him back down harshly.
âi canât believe my girlfriend saw anything but a deplorable man in you.â
youâre left jaw-dropped. jimin grits her teeth before tossing you a look, âcâmon y/n, letâs go.â
she pulls you out of your chair and as you leave, you turn back, sending an apologetic look to the others at the table. aeri only guffaws and ryujin yells, âyou didnât pay for the food!â
jiminâs hand doesnât leave yours, and youâre a little shocked at how quickly and agile she moves even in heels. your heartâs beating a mile, both from surprise and the adrenaline coursing through your veins. when you reach the car, jimin slams the door shut and she deflates in her seat.
âoh my god,â she says.
âoh my god indeed,â you parrot, still in awe of jiminâs reaction. it was crazy, but you canât lie, it was attractive having her stand up for you like that.
she turns to you, âi canât believe i just did that.â
âyeah, me neither,â you laugh, âthis is the second time youâve called him pathetic.â
jimin pouts, so unlike the girl from before, âhe just made me really mad! holy shit, aeriâs blowing up my phone.â
youâre reminded of something that aeri slipped out.
âjimin,â you place a hand on her arm as she checks the messages, âso you told aeri about us?â
the ceo turns to you, eyes glistening and her lips pursed out cutely, obviously as an attempt to cull your anger, âi really didnât mean to! please believe me baby. she just asked me why i was so happy recently and then asked if i was seeing someone and you know i canât lie to aeri⌠so i told her about you andââ
âhey, calm down,â you chuckle at the way jiminâs turning red from how quickly she rambled. she catches her breath as her chest heaves, âiâm sorry. i know i broke the rule.â
âitâs okay, jimin. iâm not mad,â you reassure.
jiminâs eyes perk up, âreally?â
âyeah, itâs fine. i think itâs really sweet that you stood up for me today.â
âiâll always stand up for you, you know that right? donât you remember my promise of helping you whenever?â jimin says earnestly. you smile at her cuteness and sincerity.
you donât know what this feeling is. the chasing thrill every time jiminâs hands are on yours. the gleamy look in her eyes. the curve of her crooked smile. but it feels similar to love.
âjimin-ah,â you mumble. itâs the most unromantic place and time everâ jiminâs car, parked next to a gloomy lamppost, right after she had just poured champagne on your ex.
but because itâs with jimin, it feels perfect.
you canât believe you ever thought of rejecting the girl prior.
âyes?â
âi really really like you,â you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. itâs a shame jiminâs dress couldnât be properly admired today with all the ruckus. but thatâs fine, you had plenty of opportunities to do so in the future.
âi really really like you too,â jimin whispers, as if itâs a secret.
you grin, âyou looked really attractive just now. i think youâre godâs gift to earth.â
âmhm. youâre perfect too,â she sighs dreamily, âi really donât mind giving you my everything.â
it sounds like a confession of love. maybe itâs jiminâs own way, but you both know itâs too early, even if the feeling rivals the purest form of affection and adoration.
âi liked it when you called me your girlfriend,â you admit. jimin beams, âso can i call you my girlfriend? can i be yours?â
you nod shyly at how jimin phrases the question. itâs not whether youâre hers, itâs whether sheâs yours. and itâs a barely noticeable difference, but it only makes your heart pound more rapidly against your ribcage.
minjeong likes her job. itâs easygoing and the payâs good. her colleagues are all really nice too. itâs an enjoyable job. she especially enjoys the company of her sunbae from high school. but recently, despite minjeongâs annoyance, her senior has been spending more and more time in the ceoâs office, and not at her desk. the usual conversations between them had gone so quickly and minjeong missed her sunbaeâs presence.
she wonders if the ceo is holding you hostage. sheâs seen the mountain of papers on your desk before, but she chalked it up to you just being an overachiever.
âminjeong,â her head lifts up, itâs mark lee and team manager kim gesturing at her to come over. their behaviour is strange, minjeong immediately notices, huddled in a corner of the lounge and whispering conspiratorially.
âwhatâs up? is something wrong?â
manager kim shakes her head and instead asks the damning question of, âdo you think y/n and our boss are hooking up?â
what!
âuhm,â minjeong mumbles, âi donât know?â
mark only nudges minjeongâs shoulder, âwait till y/n comes out of karinaâs office and just look at her neck. she might have a few hickies.â
minjeong doesnât think so, but she agrees to be their lookout and she waits patiently for you to come out. once the door swings open, minjeong catches a glance of karina adjusting her blazer and your hands pulling at the collar of your blouse.
huh. thatâs strange.
she trods over to you, a faux smile on her face as she says, âare you in trouble again? youâre always in karinaâs office!â
minjeong watches as your eyes widen and you clear your throat, ây-yeah⌠we were talking about a report⌠i made a few mistakes.â
her own eyes trail from your face to your poorly hidden neck, where a few bruises reside.
suddenly, everything clicks into place. the frazzled look you always had, the way karina would come out all messyâ and the hickies!
minjeong canât control the words that come out next.
âoh my godâ youâre fucking the boss?!â
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Hello! Hope your having a good day today! Can I request mihawk, shanks and buggy with the prompt "sleeping separately after an argument" You can just do one of the characters listed if your busy! Or change them into a different character it's totally fine with me! - đŞź
DESCRIPTION: Prompt: Sleeping separately after an argument
WARNINGS: slight angst, arguing couples, ends in comfortÂ
CHARACTERS: Mihawk, Shanks, Buggy
WORDS: 4,199
A/N: Thank you for this request! It's my first Buggy request and first time writing for him so I hope he's to your liking. I tried to keep things varied with these and are on the long side to include a happy ending.
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MIHAWK
âSo what? You were never going to send word to me that you were safe?â Youâd demanded glaring at your lover that you hadnât seen in months. Ordinarily you were used to the time and distance apart but he was always in contact with you in some regard. This time however you had no idea about his whereabouts, not until that stupid poster fluttered out of your morning newspaper and you travelled across the sea to Cross Guild to see him for yourself, otherwise you doubted heâd have ever contacted you.Â
âWell you would have known from the posterâs existence that I was perfectly safe.â Mihawk answered coolly. He hated how he was speaking to you but in his clear view of the world, in the long run this would be best. Underneath his calm exterior, seeing you stroll into Cross Guild had both sent a mix of conflicting feelings through him. On the one hand he loved the sight of you and wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you and welcome you properly. On the other he felt unnerved. He hadnât been expecting you, if he had known perhaps his approach would have been more thought out but you were the only person to ever rattle him.
All he knew was he needed you gone so he could clear his head and he needed you out of Cross Guild before Crocodile came sniffing around. Acting on instinct, heâd abruptly taken your arm and led you out of the room filled with people. He didnât need them listening in on any private conversation of his. However youâd only let him get as far as the corridor before you pulled out of his grip and began to interrogate him over his actions. Mihawk refused to tell you the truth, he refused to admit his only worry. Now that he no longer had the protection of Warlord, you would have a clearer and larger target on your head if anyone knew you were romantically involved with him. As much as he knew you could look after yourself he didnât want to bring any added hassle to your life, nor did he want you to change your life by remaining in Cross Guild just to give him the peace of mind you were safe. âYouâve wasted your journey coming here.â
âDonât fuck with me, Dracule.â You snarled meeting his steady, impassive stare with your own burning in intensity. You knew he was being guarded for a reason but after all this time you were frustrated and hurt that he wasnât being honest with you. After all youâd handled together and after proving you were strong enough to be considered his equal, he still wanted to push you away. âYou donât get to stand there and throw some generic one-liner at me. I know you better than that and I deserve better than that. Now talk to me properly and explain yourself.â
âSince when have I ever had to explain my movements?â Mihawk asked arching an eyebrow at you while you continued to glare daggers at him. It never ceased to amaze him that you could always meet his stare. âCross Guild is new and needed my entire focus, you would have just been an unwelcome distraction and a possible liability.âÂ
As much as his words hurt, they baffled you even more. Hopelessly you stared up at the man in front of you, trying to understand. None of it made sense. You both knew your lives took you in separate directions and youâd never once tried to force yourself into his business just as he respected yours. The only thing you both ensured was contacting the other if something unexpected happened so neither of you worried. Had he just done that, you wouldnât have come looking for him. You stared at Mihawk and saw he wasnât going to give in or tell you the truth, whatever his reasons were it was clear he didnât respect you enough to be honest then was there any point in saying anything more.Â
Mihawk watched as something switched in your demeanour and the spark in your eyes seemed to snuff out. He didnât move as you approached and reached out. When your fingers skimmed against his jaw he had to steel his nerve to not give into the temptation you always brought him. It only got worse when you leant in and pressed your lips against his. Mihawk felt his resolve begin to snap but the kiss was over just as fast as it began. You pulled back and stared at him, no longer with understanding but firm resolve and finality. âIâm glad youâre safe and I wish you the best of luck with Cross Guild.âÂ
With nothing left to say you left Mihawk, heading for the entrance to let the stubborn man you loved get back to his new focus only to stop abruptly when Crocodile stepped around the corridor and all but blocked your exit. You stopped and looked at the man you knew mostly from newspapers and reputation. You kept your expression even as Crocodile stared down at you, his keen observation taking you in before drifting up to Mihawk who glared warningly at his business partner. âLeaving so soon?â He asked simply, returning his attention back to you. âYou just got here.â
âI was never planning on staying.â You answered dryly, stepping around the broader man only to sigh when he called after you.
âItâs too late for sailing though. Thereâs plenty of rooms for you to stay in if Mihawkâs room isnât to your liking.â
âNot necessary.â
âSuit yourself, just know thereâre undercover Marines camped out at the only inn on this island. I use the term âundercoverâ lightly. Still better to know now just in caseâŚâ Crocodileâs voice floated towards you and you stopped walking. You turned to watch the man light a cigar, completely at ease. Briefly you flickered your gaze towards Mihawk and you bit your tongue. Looked like you were becoming the liability Mihawk had predicted youâd be.Â
âJust show me to a room.â You muttered to a smug Crocodile. âIâll be gone by morning.â
Mihawk couldnât sleep. In the times he was apart from you he had adopted a talent for forcing his body to rest at least a little and grab naps here and there through necessity. However when you were both in the same vicinity as each other he could never sleep without your body beside his. Knowing you were just a few rooms away was like the cruellest form of torture. Now that heâd had the time to actually think about it all and his actions, he knew he was an idiot and had reacted and let his worries for you direct him when he should have just talked. Mihawk let out a low growl and rose from his bed. Crocodile was a smug, interfering bastard and had made sure to stop by and casually inform him which room youâd be staying in so he found you in no time. Knocking once he waited.Â
Slowly you opened the door, your eyes stinging with tiredness. After all the tossing and turning youâd done your body was exhausted and so nearly ready to give in and let you sleep. Then Mihawk had to disturb that by knocking. His golden eyes scanned yours and he frowned to see the dark circles. Another thing for him to apologise for. âThe last thing I want is for you to feel forced into stopping living your life how you want to. I was worried that with my Warlord status now being gone youâd be targeted to hurt me were people to find out weâre a couple. I know you can look after yourself but Iâd hate to think you ever got hurt because of me. I acted poorly and pushed you away without thinking because had I really thought about it, not having you in my life was the worst thing I could think of.â
âYou should have just told me sooner. You get so much more talkative when youâre sleepy, did you know that?â You asked with a small smile. âSo Iâm not a liability or unwelcome distraction?â
âNever a liability.â Mihawk swore, relieved that youâd stepped away from the door and allowed him to move closer to you. âA distraction most definitely but always a welcome one.â
âSo I can stay?â You asked, leaning into his touch as his hand cupped your face and lowered his head so your foreheads touched, finally getting to enjoy the reunion at last.Â
âFor as long as you want.âÂ
SHANKS
âWhat the hell were you thinking?!â Shanks demanded angrily as he stared at you, his eyes zeroed in on the large and painful looking bruise against your cheek and your bandaged leg. Â
âWhat do you mean âwhat the hell was I thinkingâ Shanks?!â You snapped back viciously. Why the hell was he blaming you for something that was clearly an accident. âI was thinking about stopping one of the recruits from getting crushed, obviously.âÂ
âYou werenât even meant to be there in the first place.â
âItâs a good fucking job I was there.â You retorted, holding your ground fiercely and unwaveringly. âIf it hadnât been for me, they could have been severely injured or killed. Why are you berating me for doing the right thing?â Shanks rarely admonished you or anyone on the crew for that matter. Usually looking out for other members was something he praised. This was just so out of character for him. All you wanted was an explanation, to just understand what it was youâd done that was so bad to deserve all of the animosity. âHad Benn or Lucky been in my place would they be getting this tirade?â From outside the room you and Shanks were arguing in, Benn and Lucky shared a nervous look. Why did they have to be brought into this? Everyone on board bustled about, trying to see to their tasks without making too much noise from fear of drawing yours or Shanksâ ire.
âThatâs not the point. This is about-â
âNo, it very much is the fucking point.â You interrupted, your blood boiling and patience fraying. âAnswer the question. Would you be speaking to them like this had they done the exact same as me?â
âTheyâre my right and left hands. YouâreâŚâ Shanks stopped clumsily and stared at you. This was the crux of the matter. You were different, he cared for everyone on his crew but to see you hurt had made him realise just how much heâd loved you and never faced that feeling before. He had been terrified that afternoon when heâd heard the yells, the heavy crashes of cargo falling after the ropes securing them had snapped from the strain and their age, and came across the seen of you lying on the ground. For a moment heâd feared the absolute worst and because of that, heâd reacted badly and still he was too scared to vocally tell you why. âYouâreâŚâ
âRightâŚâ You sniffed slightly, nodding as the pieces seemed to fall into place for you. âIâm just the Captainâs current bedwarmer.â
âWhat? No!â Seeing the hurt in your eyes at your misinterpretation of the relationship you had, managed to jolt him out of his anger. He took a step toward you, reaching out and watched as you flinched and stepped back. âI didnât-â
âDonât bother.â You uttered, continuing to the door. âIâve had enough of this.â
For the rest of the day you stayed as far away from Shanks as you could but no matter where you were you could feel his stare on you. It felt strange to not be so close, to let your presences mix together in a balanced sense of warmth and strength but at the moment you didnât want to be near him. You didnât want to listen to the sound of his voice that usually reassured you and made you smile. Exhausted by the events that led to the argument and the argument itself, you retired to bed early when youâd finished your dinner. Shanks said nothing but watched as you walked away, his frown deepening when he saw you walk in the opposite direction of his quarters that had also doubled as yours since you two got involved. With a long sigh Shanks rubbed his face, as much as he wanted to go after you he wanted to respect your wish for distance.Â
Despite your desperate need for rest and sleep, it just wouldnât come. Youâd tossed and turned in what had been your old bed that now felt unfamiliar, simply unable to let your mind settle. With that being coupled with being unable to get comfortable in anyway you let out a long sigh and rolled over, staring at the ceiling in frustration. How did it come to the point that without Shanks your body was like a stubborn toddler, refusing the sleep it wanted and clearly needed? Absently your hand settled over your chest and you closed your eyes, trying to think about anything other than the man who youâd fallen for yet had been hurt by. Suddenly from outside your room you heard a muttered curse and dull thud. Dragging yourself out of bed you opened the door and looked down in bewilderment to see Shanks curled up in the corridor with a pillow and blanket. At the sound of the door opening heâd slowly rolled onto his back and looked up at you cautiously. âWhat are you doing?â You asked tiredly, leaning against the doorframe.Â
âI didnât mean to wake youâŚâ
âYou didnât.â Your tone and expression was even but underneath it all you were unsure. âAnswer the question, please. What are you doing down there? You could damage your back if youâre not careful.âÂ
âItâd be the least I deserve for speaking to you the way I did.â Shanks muttered, his shame evident. âI didnât want to sleep in our bed, not without you. It didnât feel right and I also wanted to give you space butâŚI still wanted to be near. This was the only thing I could think of.â
âOur bed?â You repeated with a tilt of your head.Â
âYes our bed, in our quarters.â Shanks insisted as he sat up but remained firmly on the floor. The fact that you were even willing to speak with him and that you hadnât slammed the door in his face was enough to give him the courage to say what he should have that morning instead of running his mouth without thinking. âYouâre more to me than some âbedwarmer,â you always have been and Iâd been too much of a coward to admit it. When I saw you hurt I feared the worst and just panicked. I shouldnât have spoken to you the way that I had and I certainly should have told you how much I love you before now. For all of that Iâm so sorry and will do what I can to make it up to you, only if youâll let me that is.â
âOkay, three conditions and Iâll forgive you.â You conceded after a few heavy seconds and you fought to hold back your smile at the sight of Shanksâ face lighting up immediately.
âName them.â He swore with no hesitation, watching as you knelt down beside him.
âFirst, I get your favourite pillow for the next month.â
âYou can have it forever.â Shanks grinned, his hand sliding over your waist as you inched closer. âNext?â
âYou carry me back to our room so we can sleep.â Immediately Shanks had you scooped up and was off the floor in a fluid motion that pulled a surprised yelp from your lips. In no time at all you were both back in what you now knew to be your shared quarters and not just his. Shanks settled you on the mattress, making sure your head was cushioned by the pillow youâd only jokingly wanted before he crawled under the covers and held you close. In unison you both felt peace settle over you both, the sleep that your bodies had refused was now creeping through you now but Shanks refused to fall over just yet. âWhatâs the third condition?â
âTell me you love me again.â You murmured, your eyes already closed and body pressed against his chest. Shanks sleepily chuckled and held you tighter, vowing to never risk letting you go again. you were his heart after all.Â
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
BUGGY
Everyone knew Buggy had a short fuse. They knew that a good mood could turn sour without any warning, all it would take would be the wrong thing at the wrong time and heâd implode his fury on the closest thing possible and it wouldnât matter if it was to blame or not. Today it seemed you were the focus for his anger. Youâd walked into the big top merely to tell your lover that he was needed by both Mihawk and Crocodile. âHey Bug-â
âNo!â You stopped mid-step when the clownâs head detached from his body and whirled through the air and glared down at you. Stunned, you could only stare into his angry eyes and listen to his vicious rant. âI have had it with the sheer incompetence of everyone! How hard is it to listen to simple instructions?â You were sure that Buggy didnât have any idea that it was you that he was shouting at. When he got like this all he really saw was the personâs outline and no discernible features. Still though, you opened your mouth to try and calm him before his face got as red as his nose but he just got lost in his anger that had reached boiling point. âWhat did I just say?! Get the hell out of my sight before I use you for target practice!â
The idea of Buggy hurting you caused the amused smile and light laughter to appear out of the sheer absurdity of it all. You were the one Buggy loved, heâd never bring you harm. But all Buggy saw and heard was insubordination, mocking his authority and his status. Now that Mihawk and Crocodile were around the big top was the only place he still had any power. For someone to laugh at him here was only adding fuel to the fire.Â
His hands detached and grabbed your upper arm, hauling you off your feet so you were now eye level with him. Only now did he blink through his fury and realise who it was he was about to physically punish. But still he was angry and his lack of authority had made him shaken. If he immediately apologised now, heâd seem weak. He needed those who followed him to see he was in charge. You saw the recognition in Buggyâs eyes and thought he'd lessen his hold and set you back on your feet but instead he kept you in the air. âWhy do I tolerate you and your lack of respect? Just be grateful for my mercy. Keep out of my way and out of my spotlight! Is that clear?âÂ
 Ever since the founding of Cross Guild you'd done your best to reassure Buggy that he was still important and still powerful. Youâd navigated his low self-esteem and tantrums for years, knowing him longer and better than anyone. You loved him and you knew he loved you but this made your own anger begin to light. His behaviour like this towards you would not be something you'd let him get away with but you also didnât want him to lose face in front of the crew who were watching with held breaths. âCrystal clear, Captain Buggy.â You responded in an empty monotone. âThank you for your mercy. The spotlight is yours and yours alone. If you can let me go Iâll keep out of your way, it wonât happen again.â
âG-good.â Buggy quickly uttered and set you on your feet before releasing your arms. His mind was slowly clearing as he watched with uncertainty as you fixed your clothes and headed for the door. Absently he wondered why youâd been in here in the first place. Dread filled his stomach now, had you come in just to visit him and unintentionally been brought into the firing line? You opened the door and refused to look his way.Â
âIâll let Mihawk and Crocodile know youâre busy, Captain.â Your remark made his eyes bug out and he was frozen in place. What did those two want with him now?! Panic filled him as he abruptly dismissed the crew and he hurried for the door youâd left through. When he was in the hallway he saw you were heading for one of the lounge rooms and not Cross Guildâs meeting room, Buggy sighed in relief. He made a mental note to talk to you after and hurried for the meeting.Â
As the day wore on, Buggyâs mood lifted significantly and the morningâs incident with you was unfortunately pushed further and further to the back of his mind. It wasn't until the evening time that he realised he hadnât seen much of you. When he passed Alvida he asked if sheâd seen where youâd gone. Alvida regarded him silently, confusion pulling at her features. âOn your way to apologise?â
âWhat does my flashy self have to apologise for?â Buggy asked with a confident grin.Â
âWell this morning, remember?â Alvida asked with a smirk as realisation flickered in Buggyâs eyes. âYelling at nothing subordinates is one thing, but your lover? You need to talk to them. Sadly I havenât seen them since you told them to keep out of your way. Hope you find them.â Buggy watched hopelessly as the woman continued on her way, not even bothering to assist him in finding you. Grinding his teeth anxiously, Buggy continued his search. He finally found you in your shared room and with a sigh of relief, believing he didnât need to apologise after all he flopped himself down onto the bed.Â
âBeen looking everywhere for you. Hey, whereâre you going?â He immediately sat up when you moved for the door, watching you turn to look at him with a frown.Â
âKeeping out of your way Captain Buggy.â You explained. âAs per your orders.â
With a sigh Buggy prepared himself to finally apologise. âYou know I didnât mean it. Not with you.â
âBut you donât make mistakes, Captain.â You shook your head, not allowing him to talk him way out of his actions so soon. âDonât worry Iâll keep out of your spotlight.â
âThereâs no spotlight here-â
âWhere you are, the spotlight follows that includes here.â Your eyes moved to the bed he was lying on. The last time you and Buggy had slept separately was when he was in Impel Down and it had been the worst time of your lives but you had to do something. Buggy knew that youâd have to be severely hurt by him to even consider putting yourself through that and he knew he was to blame for it. So he could only numbly let you leave to have some space from him. âSleep well, Captain.â
For hours Buggy tried to sleep but it just refused to come. Even though he knew your body wasnât beside him, his hands still searched across the cold mattress in the hopes of finding you and his head always turned towards your pillow, eyes desperate to find your face in the dark. With a sigh, Buggy rose, his lesson well and truly learned. Trudging down the silent hallways he moved to the lounge heâd seen you head towards after heâd yelled at you that morning. Stopping in the doorway he saw you lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with heavy eyes that stubbornly wouldnât close. âCan I come in?â
âItâs your circus, Captain.â You mumbled, still looking at the ceiling and too tired to move. âYou donât need to ask me for permission for anything.â
âYes I do.â Buggy insisted, slowly walking into the room and stopped at the foot of the sofa. âYouâre not some subordinate and the second I realised it was you I was shouting at I should have stopped. I should have apologised. Any orders I have are for those morons, never you. Iâm sorry you had to do this to make me see that.â
Finally you dropped your eyes from the ceiling to observe Buggy, seeing he was free from his makeup and flashy outfit. Not Captain or figurehead, just your Buggy. Slowly you moved your blanket aside to wordlessly invite Buggy to join you. Tiredly you smiled when he wasted no time in moving down to lie with you, his arms circling you and his lips pressing lovingly against your cheek. Buggy relished the way you relaxed against him but knew he still had a hell of a lot of making up to do and come the morning heâd do jus that until you were sick of his flashy apology and spoiling you.
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Imagine Aegon is the father of your children.
Warnings: fluff all the way; canon divergence; long post.
( @dracaryxzs for you! One hopes you might like seeing Aegon happy here)
***
⢠How it all beganâŚ
You are his twin, his other half⌠What one feels the other feels it too. Naturally, as a result, bond came. Courtiers like to say how âwherever the Lord Aegon goes, Lady Y/N is after him like a loyal puppet.â
What they donât understand is that you and him are two sides of the same coin, blood of dragon, despite the prince calling you his sun, to which he himself gravitates.
âI cannot not believe you are never bored whenever we are togetherâ, says Aegon.
You both are blossoming into youth. You are the only one he trusts, the one he is naturally charmed to. But something about his age doesnât let him admit there are feelings too.
âI am unlike any otherâ, you tell him in turn, a smile on your rosy lips. âWe came together to this world, Aegon.â
He gives you a shy smile, lowering his gazeâyou tamed him, like, it is said, your grandmother had tamed her husband, your grandsire, when they were both the same age.
Lively and so full of life, not even Aegon can deny you anything.
âLet us ride, shall we?â
And not waiting for a response, he takes you by the hand and in between giggles and chuckles the two of you go after your respective dragons.
Sunfyre has been enamored by Dreamfyre and as a result the female dragon has put some eggs. As soon as you are told this, you tell the object of your affections that:
âSee, Egg? Evident signs that we are bonded right hereâ, and you show him the different coloured eggs.
Aegon smiles at you. How can you make him forget the scars of his troubled soul? How can you even sweep away grey clouds, making it seem that it is possible to find happiness?
When looking at your serenity, at how beaming you are before the eggs you cling yourself to, the prince sees himself in you.
You are the light of my world, Y/N.
As if you feel the tenderness his thought emanates, you turn your head at him and give him an egg.
âWe are grandparents now, Iâm afraid.â
That makes him cackle. A sound so rejoicing, full of life. Few could tell to have ever heard Lord Aegon laugh merrily.
âToo young for that. Come, Y/N!â And then turning to Sunfyre, Aegon is the image of a boy who finds love and happiness where at home such were taken from him.
You smile warmly when seeing the golden dragon almost smiling itself the moment he welcomes his rider.
A bond as strong as the one I have with my beloved.
Then you are distracted by nearly losing balance when Dreamfyre comes at you, resting her head against your face.
âCalm down, girl. I am not as heavy as you areâ, you giggle, gently laying your head over the scales of your dragon, whom you claimed when you were ten years old. âReady to fly high? To some adventures, eh?â
A sound comes from your dragonâs throat. Itâs almost as if she speaks excitedly: âAye, let us go! Iâm ready for it!â, which only increases your good mood.
Now here you two are, flying synchronized, one being the extension of the other. Skies may have some clouds, but sun shines high with some warm breeze that announces summer.
âI suggest we could fly atop Dragonstoneâ, you tell Aegon over your shoulder. âThereâs a spot no one goes there.â
âRhaenyra is settled there with her childrenâ, says Aegon with an unread expression.
You shrug your shoulders.
âSo what? Iâve been there frequently and not once she scoffed me off. I doubt she ever knew I flew to this spot.â
And you flash him a mischievous smirk.
Aegon laughs in turn, realizing heâs unable to deny you anything. Flying as high as he could, thereâs little need to tell Sunfyre where to go. As if the creature captured the riderâs thoughts, he flies exactly to where he wants⌠as does Dreamfyre.
It is almost as if both dragons suspect something may come up⌠even if you and Aegon donât know that yet.
*
There is a lake in the midst of vast forests, where silence reigns and there is no sign of any living being. A few hills here and there separate the spot of the rest of Dragonstone.
âHow did you come here?â, Aegon inquires you, intrigued by this unusual place. Hardly a man acostumed to wild life, his eyes scan these new surroundings with a mix of suspect and curiosity.
You are untying your hair and loosening your gownâyou often ride Dreamfyre in your feast gowns, much to the Queenâs dismayâ when you say:
âI donât think I fit very well at court. I tend to flee whenever I can.â
Aegon is somewhat distracted by your curves, and how poorly hidden your curves are beneath the fabric you dress. He swallows hard, then says:
âWe are betrothed. One day youâll be queen.â
You flash him another of your typical mischievous smirks.
âWhen have I never performed my duties, brother?â
Aegon shakes his head, but heâs chuckling when he comes next to you.
âWell?â, you tilt your head and the prince seems to notice how handsome you look, wild and freeâthe way you are born to be. âArenât you going to swim with me?â
âIs that a challenge?â, he asks you in a whisper.
You like how he looks at you. Maybe this makes your nipples hard. And maybe this makes him burning inside.
âPerhaps.â
And without waiting for a response, you jump in. Aegon smirks, soon following you.
***
⢠Summer Children.
His kiss is indescribable. No words can do justice to the warmth his breath gives you, to the bliss it inspires you, to the affection it craves in you. Oh, where are the words when we need most?
Whispers at court regard you and Aegon as the âBaelon and Alyssaâ of your age, perhaps two souls reincarnated. Whatever the truth, all you can think about is the taste of his lips against yours.
Not only that, there is more to inspire. As you are riding Dreamfyre in the absence of your loverâheâs been summoned by your father to attend the councilâ, summer breeze cannot cool down the heat in your heart. And you still recall that night.
Where no living being is found amidst corridors, when, for a moment of weakness, no guard lies awake; when unprotecting is at stake⌠Here he comes, visiting you.
Boldly so, his steps are silentâright under his demeanor there is a haunted boy, famine for affection, filled with desire to please⌠but above all, a very insecure man who needs to play pretend before all.
Even though you are not like any other, being in fact the only one whoâs witnessed his fragility, he remains blunt in his manners.
Yet when the door opens⌠and you stand there in your line nightgown with your hair loose, his confidence dies.
âI feared youâd not comeâ, but there is nothing blunt or arrogant in how you welcome him; but rather tenderness from the moment heâs engulfed in your arms. âI missed you, Aegon. Too much I long for you.â
âMy dear Y/NicknameâŚâ, he buries his head against your neck and from the moment he inhales your scent, no pride is strong enough to resist the obvious. âIn vain have I struggled to repress my sentiments for you.â
Hearing these words give you the reassurance youâve been longing.
âOh you took long enough, didnât you? Iâve been kept in waiting, but it was worth it.â
One kiss and you are doomed. Aegon waits no longer, not anymore. He takes hold of your face and presses his lips against yours, biting your bottom lip and slamming the door as he leads the way.
âYou must promise, thoughâ, you push him away gently, much to his frustration. But you need to be sure⌠just in case.
âAnythingâ, his voice comes out in a plea.
You raise your eyebrows and Aegon, though sensing what might be asked of, is willing to pay the price. He is not letting go of you.
âNo more whoring. I am no woman of sharingâ, you tell him seriously.
Aegon smiles warmly, but you spot relief behind his eyes. He grabs you by the waist and says:
âI am yours and yours alone, Y/N. We came out to this world together, didnât we? So we are dying together as well.â
âThat is some drama you put in there, loveâ, you smirk before clashing your lips against his.
That night you came to learn you loved riding your dragon and we are not talking about Dreamfyre.
*
Nine moons later, the results of you and Aegonâs indiscretion comes to the world with a very strong pair of lungs.
âHere comes a very strong princeâ, so announces the midwife.
You are exhausted after almost 12 hours in labour, a puddle of sweat and blood, but from the moment you are told you delivered a boy, you beamed proudly:
âI performed my duty well.â
Aegon, in the meantime, is left waiting outside, pacing impatiently in the corridors.
âOne wonders what witchcraft has Y/N used to keep you in this stateâ, muses Aemond in his unusual show of sense of humor.
The prince of Dragonstone doesnât bother answering Aemond, rather limiting to shooting a glare. Itâs when Princess Helaena comes with a smile on her lips.
âMy brothers.â
âWe salute you well, sister. But pray tell us the news soon: is Y/N well? Howâs the child?â
âShe is doing great, Aegon. Sheâs recovering and getting some rest. As for the child⌠congratulations! You have a healthy baby boy!â
Aegon is paled by the news and even Aemond gets somewhat concerned with his older brother, holding him by his elbows.
âAre you well?â
âA boyâ, he mumbles. âY/N gave us a boy.â
âOur line is safeâ, Aemond agrees. Then turning at Helaena, he asks: âHas the name been chosen?â
âWell, Y/N wants a traditional name⌠so she decided to have the boy named after you, Aegon.â
No one had ever seen the prince Aegon this overjoyed. The way he smiles⌠who wouldnât be captivated by this sight? Even Aemond smiles too at this sight. Of all the misadjusted family, at least two of them found happiness⌠though when Helaena looks at him, heâs not too far from it himself.
âI must see her!â
Ignoring Helaenaâs advice that no man is allowed in these chambers, Aegon, tradition-breaker, storms inside, demanding to see you.
You have just left your privy quarters dressed in a line nightgown with your hair wet and recently brushed when he comes at you.
âHusband!â, you giggle quietly when you are engulfed by his strong arms. âYou should wait for me. I am not churched yet and we mustâŚâ
âFuck traditions. I wanted to see my wifeâ, says he, peppering your face with tender kisses before looking at you with the devotion of a lover. âAre you well?â
You cast him the most infatuated glance to him, locking your hands around his neck as if there were no witnesses in the room.
âI am, thank you. Nothing that I could not handle myselfâ, you assure him. âAegon, I performed my duties. I gave you a son.â
âEven if it wasnât, as long as the child is healthy and you are healthy too, nothing else mattersâ, he whispers in your ear.
The prince cannot state enough his relief in seeing you well and safe. By how he holds you close, it is as if he needs another reassurance that childbirth will not steal you of him.
Feeling his fears, you raise your chin and give him that blunt gaze that marks your lively personality which heâs familiar with.
âI have no intention in leaving you alone in this world, unless you choose another to be in my place.â
Aegon gives you a meaningful look before snorting and scoffing at the same time.
âFor fuckâs sake, Y/N! How could you possibly consider Iâd find a substitute for you? I thought you knew me better, woman.â
You both share a quiet laugh before kissing as if to seal an unspoken vow. Not too far from the scene is the Queen, with her father by her side.
âWhoâd know this was coming?â, she sighs, content with the merry scene that rolls before her gaze. âI may have been deprived of happiness myself, but on the other hand⌠thankfully such a burden is not placed on the shoulders of mine own offspring.â
âDo not be so dramatic, Alicent. This match is as fruitful as yours wasâ, says Otto, nonchalantly like usual. âBut at times even I admit that I can see Baelor and Alyssa once more.â
A struggle he keeps to himself, since Otto and Baelor never saw eye to eye. Leaving such personal haunting aside, eventually this summer prince also named Aegon is seen placed in the arms of his mother.
âHeâs a lovely childâ, murmurs Aegon, whose head is now resting over your shoulder. âI cannot stop looking away of his delicate features.â
âPerhaps you should hold himâ, you suggest in a whisper since the regal baby is asleep in your arms.
âI do not wish to wake him upâ, says your husband, though you may detect a degree of panic in his voice.
You find his concern adorable, respecting his time. This afternoon, you and him watch over your newly born soon in great delight of how your love produced a handsome baby.
âOur summer princeâ, you beam at him.
Aegon shares a smile with you. He looks thrilled before kissing your forehead.
âI cannot believe I am his father.â
âA doting father as Iâm sure you will be.â
At times he doubts it, but this is a shadow he is unwilling to cast in such a bright moment. All Aegon can say is:
âThank you for believing in me.â
He does blush though when you kiss his cheek and tell him in turn:
âHow could it be otherwise? As my other half, you shall burn as bright as any dragon, my sun and stars.â
***
Little Egg, as he is called, is getting every attention Aegonâs father never bother doting his son. Whilst you are breast feeding, just nine months later his birth, a baby girl whom you named Alysanne after your favourite ancestor, father and son are found together at the nunnery.
âYour mother told me she plans to take you and Dear Alys to fly our dragon. I am not discouraging her, but we should best wait for a litttle bit, uh?â, says the protective father whilst rocking his lively and often chuckling boy in his arms. âOh so you think this is funny? Are you planning to take after your great-grandparents?â
Aegon is holding him still, playing with the boy when the moment is interrupted by a maid.
âExcuse me, sire. His lordship must be fed. And your lady wife has summoned you.â
âVery wellâ, he stands, with the prince in his arms. âBefore I handle you my precious jewel, Lady H/N, I must be certain you have been fed well. After all, you are responsible for feeding my child.â
âIndeed, lord. I am healthy and robust from the day I started the serviceâ, the woman says seriously.
âGood. I appreciate itâ, he nods before kissing his sonâs temple. When seeing heâs about to weep, Aegon softens: âDo not cry, my prince. This is not a farewell. I shall go back later, I assure you.â
Reluctantly, he parts, though he does wish to go back when hearing a cry. Aegon pauses at the door but when looking back, Lady H/N has taken little Egg inside the quarters.
*
âHow is mine faire ladies?â, the soon to be king asks you the moment he steps inside.
âLooking better than youâ, you giggle quietly. âWhat happened, love?â
âI had to leave him with those womenâ, Aegon grumbles.
âI know. I donât like leaving him there either, but thanks to you I can only feed one child nowâ, you laugh quietly.
Alysanne, whose hair is as silver as her parentsâs, makes noises and Aegon, now more confident in how handling babies, carefully holds her.
âIf I remember well, you were climbing on me when I was trying to sleep just the day you were churchedâ, Aegon chuckles.
âYou keep saying that to yourselfâ, you lean to kiss his cheek. âYou have been blessed with a handsomeness that makes me difficult not to merrily engage in marital affairs.â
Again, your bluntness makes him blush, a deed only you could brag in succeed doing so. Aegon gives you a long, meaningful look.
âWatch your tongue, woman. You donât know what you are saying.â
But his mischievous smirk tells you precisely otherwise. The connection you two share has never grown strongerâŚ
***
⢠Midnight Sun.
Little Egg is barely three when Aegon takes him for a ride in Sunfyre and you take two year old Alysanne with you as you mount Dreamfyre. Itâs late night and since this family is restless, thereâs no obligation to stop them in doing soâas if any would do in other period of the day.
âFly high, Dreamfyreâ, you whisper the command in High Valyrian and the dragon doesnât need much before taking impulse and⌠weeeee, you and your excited child finally get to the skies.
âLet us do this, S.â, Aegon tells his beautiful golden dragon, resting his face against the creatureâs forehead. âLook, this is the son I told you about. He gets my name, and Gods hope that he takes after my best traits. Not that I have many, butâŚâ
Sunfyre buffs as if saying: oh please, you may not be perfect, but you have great qualities! To which Aegon blushes and smiles.
âYou are a great friend, Sunfyre.â
âDaddyâ, says Little Egg. âFly!â
âCalm down young man. Are you in a rush?â, Aegon chuckles at his demanding son.
âMommy⌠flew.â
âOh. Sheâs always in a rush that woman you call your mother. Letâs do it then.â
And soon Aegonâs smile would spread larger if possible as Sunfyre finally spreads his large wings and begins to fly, the reason why Little Egg is happy.
When they are finally getting higher, Aegon makes sure his son is enjoying it. He wants to create this memorable moment that shall reinforce the bond father and son has.
Itâs working since little Egg turns his head to his father and says:
âAmazing!â
âAre you enjoying that, my boy?â
âYes! More, more! Please!â
Aegon laughs happily and does as requested. They fly as high as possible before diving below to meet you and Alysanne. The scene makes the prince emotional. His wife is looking as beautiful as wild as the day he realized he loved you to an unbearable point.
Sensing his gaze, you turn your head to meet him. And feeling your feelings, Dreamfyre is instantly drawn to Sunfyre.
âHowâs it going?â, you ask him, eyes sparkling with delight for making it possible an old dream where you and Aegon, together with children of your own, would fly with your respective dragons.
âJust the way you wantedâ, so Aegon tells you as if heâs read your mind.
You and him exchanged loving gazes and sweet smiles, letting the dragons taking the reins of the situation.
Indeed, as your children beam, Dreamfyre and Sunfyre dance.
Such is the dance of the dragons.
**
The toddlers are snoring by the time you and Aegon land.
âThey should sleep with us in bed this nightâ, he suggests you, as he passes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss on top of your forehead.
âI agreeâ, and then you instantly pause before the door of the red keep. âAegon⌠I would like to thank you.â
âWhat for?â, he asks you, intrigued.
âFor giving me these lovely children, for being the partner Iâve always known youâd be. For being my other half.â You smile softly. âIâd die for you, I hope you know that. You deserve to be loved, to all that you are given.â
âY/NâŚâ, heâs surprised to hearing these words of you, even though Aegon never needed proof of how you felt for him.
You stroke his face, wiping away his tears. Both of you know that you only have each other, and yet itâs enough. Specially now you have children of your own.
Resting his forehead against yours, the prince closes his eyes and kisses you.
âWhatever our souls are made ofâŚâ
ââŚmine and yours are the same.â
***
⢠Epilogue.
Alysanne is fast asleep when she dreams of dragons. Dragons that fight, dragons that die, dragons that survive. In the midst of chaos, she runs after her father.
Where is he? She calls out his name only to find another who is not in his throne. She wakes up thus, unable to remember the usurperâs identity, a mere shadow. But itâs enough to scare the seven year old princess.
She leaves her privy chambers. Itâs still dark, but she needs to be sure heâs there somehow. Alysanne runs barefoot to her parentsâ chambers. She opens its door, holding her breath but praising the Gods thereâs some fire in the fireplace.
She sees youâre sleeping next to your father, but when seeing heâs thereâŚ. what a relief. Yet, the princess is scared to go back to her chambers.
âPapaâ, she pokes him. âPapa, wake up.â
Aegon groans lightly, but when seeing itâs his oldest daughter calling him, he only rubs his eyes and makes sure to sit properly, careful in not waking you up.
âLysâ, he calls her affectionately and is probably thankful for wearing some proper garments after early copulating with you. âWhatâs wrong?â
Alysanne quickly throws her arms around his neck.
âI am scared. I donât want to lose youâ, she sniffs.
Aegon rocks her in his arms, smiling quietly for doing so.
âYouâre not losing me. Who told you this nonsense? Has Little Egg been teasing you again?â
âNo. Heâs been good, actuallyâ, she tells him, holding tightly against his neck. âI had a nightmare.â
For some reason, this gives him shivers. But Aegon isnât inclined to dig into this deeper.
âA nightmare is just a nightmare. Come. Do you want to sleep with mama and papa today?â
Alysanne smiles brightly. She then kisses his cheek just as you are waking up.
âWhat happened?â, you ask, worried. âAre you well, my dear Alys?â
âShe had a nightmareâ, Aegon tells you as if this doesnât mean anything, but one exchange of glances tells you this isnât anything. Yet neither should feed it. And you agree. âSo Iâm letting her sleep with us tonight.â
You nod discreetly before kissing your daughterâs forehead.
âOf course. Like the good old days uh?â
And you watch as Alysanne makes herself comfortable in between you and your husband. Aegon strokes her hair as you cover her.
âDo you thinkâŚ?â Aegon leaves the question in the air.
âLet us leave to concern about it tomorrow. Itâs late.â
Aegon agrees. But neither looks forward to go back to sleep. As he casts a fond gaze at the princess, you take his hand and give it a small squeeze.
âItâs going to be all right. Helaena is doing well with it.â
âI know. ButâŚâ
âAnd at the same time sheâs not like Helaenaâ, you tell him. âLet us not confuse things. Itâs going to be well.â
âI just worry. I do not wishâŚâ
Aegon looks away, remembering the wounds of his neglect childhood. Thereâs little need to explain since you can feel what he feels.
âAegon, my love. We are not like themâ, you tell him firmly. As he looks at you, you stroke his hair and place a lock of his messy hair behind his ear. âWe are not like our parents. We are better than them. Iâd not say so if I believed otherwise. Just look at how Egg seeks to impress you, how Alysanne came after you tonight⌠or how our twins Jaehaerys and Jaehaera often run after you.â
Aegon smiles quietly.
âHow can you convince me that easily?â
âItâs the truth I speak. Besides⌠I have to tell you somethingâ, and here you whisper. âI conceived again.â
âOh how fertile we are!â, Aegon chuckles merrily.
You both kiss, before settling to lay down, careful now with your daughter fast asleep in between you. Shadows for once are pushed and in late night midnight sun comes to shine bright.
Oh these delightsâŚ
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Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader Masterlist
Welcome to the Steve x HendersonSister! Universe! I have so many ideas for these two, and will probably never go through them all, but I wanted to keep them in one place! They will not be posted in chronological order, but I will list them here that way. Hope you enjoy!
Idiotic Decisions - Working on a project with douchebag Steve Harrington was not something you were looking forward to doing. However, youâre surprised to find that maybe heâs just a little less of a jerk than you thought. (Season 1)
Disappointed Revelations - After working on a school project together, you had actually started to believe that there was more to Steve Harrington than meets the eye. All of that changes after an interaction with Jonathan Byers. (Season 1)
The Evolution of Friendship - After Steve is attacked by Billy Hargrove, youâre shocked to find the guy still attempting to protect you as you two go into the hub to try and buy Eleven some more time. It makes you wonder. Are you and Steve Harrington actually ⌠friends? (Season 2)
Hold Me Tight - Ever since Prom, Steve and you had been growing closer to crossing that line from friendship to something more. During a hot summer day, a little more of that line gets crossed. (Before Season 3)
Conversations On Top of an Elevator - Well, your brother has gotten you and Steve into another mess, this time on top of a Russian elevator. While Steve stresses out, you reassure him that youâve gotten out of this shit before, you can do it again. (Season 3)
Saving Steve - Steve Harrington has already saved your life, so itâs time to return the favor. Little did you know that would feel a little less like an action movie and more like taking care of rowdy toddlers. (Season 3)
You Feel the Same? - The tension thatâs been rising between you and Steve all summer has finally been set to boiling after spending time trapped in Russian elevators together and overhearing his confession to Robin about the new girl he likes who sounds suspiciously like you. After everything, you donât care if it ends up burning you anymore. You just know you canât waste another second not being with him. (Season 3)
Those Three Little Words - 18+ ONLY. Steve gets upset when he finds a letter on your table from Indiana University, and it forces the two of you to confess something youâve been trying to say for a while now. (Before Season 4)
Reunions and Future Plans - For the first time in a long time, you and Steve havenât seen each other in three weeks since you started college. So he decides to surprise you. (Before Season 4)
Holding You to That - Steve Request. You go to get your boyfriend Steve from Family Video when Robin tells you youâre a distraction, and of course youâre not! Okay, maybe a little. (Before Season 4)
A Not So Good Day - Itâs Spring Break in Hawkins, and you can already tell that itâs going to be a great, relaxing time. Well, until you find out that your best friend might be dead and the gate to the Upside Down might not be as closed as you thought. (Season 4)
Finding Eddie - After a long day of trying to find Eddie, you, Steve, your brother, Robin and Max all find your way to Reefer Rickâs house where the time finally comes to tell the truth to your ex-best friend. (Season 4)
Watergate - Dustin has a theory that thereâs a new gate, and Nancy has a suspicion of where it might be. The best swimmer needs to go to the bottom of Loverâs Lake and check it out. Unfortunately, much to Steveâs displeasure, that happens to be you. (Season 4)
Travelin' Man - Well, you didnât love Eddieâs plan, but you also didnât see many other options. (Season 4)
Saving the World or Not - Steveâs gone off to fight Vecna while youâve stayed behind to distract the bats. What could possibly go wrong? (Season 4)
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OUCH! â RAFE CAMERON
pairing; boyfriend!rafe cameron x clumsy!fem!reader
summary; rafe wouldn't trade his clumsy girlfriend for the world.
warnings ; bit of blood (blood nose), fluffy fluff, ooc rafe fsss
you let out a huff to yourself as you reach your hand up to your forehead, clutching it softly and praying to yourself that you weren't sweating profusely. it was deathly hot in the outerbanks today, and your usually 5 minute walk to the cameron house had slowly turned into 15. you did not work well with heat, even after living in the obx for your entire life.
you knew if you called rafe and asked him to come get you at your house he probably would, but you wanted to have some dignity.
trying not to explode with happiness, you stepped into the doorway of the cameron house. with the ac cooling your body, you sighed in relief and made your way to the kitchen. you were always welcome at rafe's, you were there more than you were at your own house.
you heard someone yell your name behind you, whipping around to see rafe's little sister wheezie bolting towards you. "hi wheezie girl" you said as she really knocked you down from the force of her embrace. you had known wheezie since she was a baby and she loved and adored you like a big sister.
you ruffled her hair as she hugged you, though you were both quick to pull back from the heat still prevalent in your body temperature. "how'd the algebra test go?" you asked, adjusting her glasses that were now crooked on her face.
"not good, another D" she sighed, moving towards the kitchen counter as your eyes followed her movements. "its ok wheeze. you'll do better next time, i know you will." she smiled at you lovingly, before turning her eyes back to the current math question she was working on in her book.
you brought yourself to the kitchen cabinet, reaching in to pull out a glass. you loved rafes house, it was beautiful and clean and it had all your favourite things. food, blankets, a pool, an endless array of books and rafe, of course.
wait. where was rafe?
"where's your brother wheeze?" you asked, taking a sip out of your now full cup of water. "he went down to the gym with topper and kelce a bit ago, he's in one of his moods" she sighed, referring to the particularly touchy moods rafe gets in every once in a while.
which means he's extra pissed off than usual.
good.
you said goodbye to wheezie and made your way back out into the heat, walking down the steps and around the house to where the camerons gym was. you heard the loud rap music from miles away, the grunts of the boys echoing louder and louder and you got closer.
you got distracted from the damage of the hurricane on the shore of the beach outside the cameron house, your feet carrying you unconsciously towards your final destination.
you skimmed your eyes over the backyard, the pool foggy and murky, leaves and branches floating on top of the water. you bit your lip to stifle a laugh at wheezie jumping up and down with her phone in the air, trying to get wifi.
you were worried about how hard the cleaners and gardens were going to have to work to get the yard back in shape, but before you could come to feel empathetic for them, a searing pain arose on the bridge of your nose.
your eyes filled with tears as you reached your manicured hand up to your nose, the red crimson liquid staining your fingers and dripping onto your new yellow sundress.
because you weren't watching where you were going, you had run smack dab into the side of the entrance to the gym, your nose hitting the hinge that was sticking out of the wall.
you could taste the metallic substance dripping down your lips, your ears ringing from the pain. yes, you were always just a bit of a crybaby, but you had a low pain tolerance and bumping your nose hurt like shit.
you could hear the sound of weight dropping aggressively as you let out a whimper, clutching your nose in your hand. it was only seconds before heavy hands made their way onto your hips, an all too familiar strong cologne engulfing your nose, making it sting even more.
but you knew who it was, so you didn't hesitate to turn your body around and lay your head on his chest, your hand still protectively covering your nose. you couldn't help but sob at the pain, soft shushes and a hand rubbing your back comforting you softly as you wept.
rafe felt the blood stain his shirt, but he made no effort to move, kissing the top of your head softly.
it wasn't unusual for your daydreaming to lead you to injure yourself in some way. whether it was tripping over or banging into something, rafe knew your clumsiness all too well. but he hadn't seen you cry like this in pain since the 5th grade when you fell off the monkey bars and knocked your head.
along with his sets that were yet to finish, topper and kelce were now long forgotten in his mind. all he thought about was you, and the fact that you were in pain. it made him go fucking crazy.
"baby" he sighed softly as he gently pried you off his chest, pulling back to try to get a good look at your face. your hand was covered in blood, along with your lips and chin, the crimson red still dripping from your nose.
"fuck" he cursed, watching your tears flow down your cheeks in a steady stream. rafe wasn't often calm and collected, but this was a whole different level. he was freaking out.
he quickly took your hand in his, dragging you softly up to the entrance of tannyhill. the only thing he could hear was your whimpers and sobs echoing in his head, all he could think about was you.
before you knew it you were being lifted up onto the cool surface of rafes bathroom counter, the cold marble making you shiver as your dress rode up to expose your thighs. rafe quickly grabbed out multiple tissues from the box, gathering them together in his hand.
"this is going to pinch baby, i'm sorry. hold my hand yeah?" he asked â well â demanded. you felt him bring the paper up to your face, pinching the bridge of your nose softly to stop the blood flow.
he made quick work of multi-tasking as he kept the tissue on your nose, quickly cleaning the blood of your lips and chin. he didn't look you in the eyes once as the whole ten minutes he held your nose, waiting patiently before finally pulling away.
you had never been more thankful as you felt no more blood trickle down your face â and so was rafe.
he sighed as he threw the tissue in the bin, grabbing your face in his hands and holding leaning his forehead on yours. you looked into his eyes before he closed them and took a deep breath in.
"don't ever fucking do that to me again baby."
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