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mochikeiji · 3 years

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Come Home

↠ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: anxiety attacks, pregnancy, manga spoiler! chapter 91 (for those who have not read)

↬ Word Count: 2k

If death was giving you a sign at this very moment, it would be the cold ticks each second the clock on your empty apartment room echoed. Each second comes an outbursts of numerous emotions. On the first tick sent shivers on your skin, the second felt like small pricks of hair slowly rose up as goosebumps followed after, third was the frantic tapping of your foot on the carpeted floor as you bounced your leg.

On the outside, you would've been labelled as overreacting. On the inside, you were slowly dying.

As of now time felt like a never ending torture. It was a tug of war between trust in your husband or the one in your gut; a battle between mind and heart, to whom should you choose to believe in? How long do you plan on standing at the edge of the cliff not knowing the faith that has been laid out for you and the most powerful shaman? To whom do you concede to?

A critical position for you to be in. If Gojo were here beside you, not only would you have to wince at the feeling of his finger flicking your forehead, but also a round of uncharacteristic scolding about how bad it is to be stressed out or anxious because of the growing life inside of you. Well, none of this wouldn't have happened if he didn't left. But as all married couples are out there, you are one of the majority that did not want to tie their partners down from what they were meant to do. Especially if your partner is the most needed person in the world.

You couldn't tell him not to go out. Not out there on the field you've come to grow as a sorcerer yourself. The deaths of your fallen comrades and innocent civilians, the demands of the elders and powerful clans. Most of all, being part of the theatre death had directed. No one knows who'd be next to live another day or to be at forever slumber. And your husband was one of the main casts in this scene. Someone who'd always be near death's door only to keep taunting the horrifying God.

It was all fun and games before. It was either ride or die with Gojo during your youthful days. But as time progressed, and the upcoming family you both had dreamed of was at its peak, from that moment every thing came crashing down. It wasn't hormones anymore. It wasn't simple.

You were beyond terrified.

"Please come home."

Not even realizing you were already kneeling down from the couch you were seated, hands clasps together hard, the veins prodding out as if they were going to pop. A silent mantra of pleads to the unknown world you were stuck in. Chest heaving harshly, tears and snot mixing as they fell down the cushions. You didn't feel them. You couldn't see anything.

There was no way to describe the gaping hole that had swallowed you to your deepest depths of fear.

"Come home, Satoru.."

Was the last thing that had been uttered out from your lips before the dark hushes turned into soft cooes. The once imaginary prickly like nails that was scraping your body changed into gentle strokes on your back and onto your bulging stomach.

If there was no way to describe your fears, what is there to be said for the immense heart break of your own husband coming home to see you knelt down with cascading despair written all over your features? The image of the cheery, and powerful woman he's had of you now haunted by what he had came home to.

Though Gojo never had the brightest personality to everyone, he would trade every thing he has if it meant for you to be pulled out from where he had dragged you in.

He knew from the start loving you would mean a lot. You were every thing he wanted and yearned for in life. The love he always came home to. Cursing his naive self of erasing the fact that you were only human.

You had your limitations and this was it.

"Hey, wifey, shhh." the warmth of his breath next to your ear made you choke a sob. Having his body shield your smaller one from behind with his hands now trapping your still clasped ones. "I'm here, I'm not going any where. Not now or ever." his white hair tickling the side of your cheek as he rubbed the side of his face onto the your tear stained ones. If there was one thing everyone knew he was good at, it was being overly affectionate. Not that you'd complain.

His thumbs massages the back of your hands, smoothing down the veins in hopes of easing your grip. He should probably thank Yuuji for passing out hours ago, if not he'd be still stuck training the young lad and have you deal with this torment possibly longer. Even so, he was glad he had manage to finish up early. At your 7 month of pregnancy he wouldn't dare take longer. He didn't like being away, he never did. Always cursing at those who demand his presence. All he wanted was to stay home with you.

Home where everything is safe.

"Let's get you up, kay? May I carry you?" it was a shock on how uncharacteristically cautious he's become ever since your pregnancy. No one knew the Gojo Satoru knows when to tone it down on situations. It was all heart warming, you wanted to cry.

You gave him a small nod, feeling your body hoisted up from the floor and nested on top of his lap with ease. Never failing to amaze you how you managed to marry this man. The man you'd devotedly pray to the heavens would come back to you alive.

As his arms finally settled on your waist, moving at an upward then downward motion, he rubs your sides. Slowly coming to the globe of your stomach with a soft hum, he watches you deeply with a soft gaze behind his interfering blindfold.

Sighing shakily, you shifted your position a bit to the side, allowing yourself to lean your cheek on his left pectoral, listening to the rhythm his heart beat, sobs died down into sniffles and hiccups. You twiddled with his fingers placed on your stomach. The anxiety inside you barely disappeared, but tamed for the moment.

A light peck on your forehead was placed, snapping you back from the little world that had consumed you, down back in the arms of your beloved husband as he smiles and wipes away the left over tears, "Hi there, honey."

Focused on the warmth his palm emits, you reached out over his covered eyes, sliding away the blindfold, freeing the captivating azure gaze he possesses as they held nothing but love piercing back to your teary ones. His hair framing his adorning features, yet so perfect and lively he was smiling at you. The image of this man you wanted to wake up to every day. To welcome, to smile with, to live, and to love.

"Satoru.."

Cupping your cheeks in worry, the serene peace disappearing from him when his brows furrowed with his lips frantically hushing you. Parental instincts kicking in as he eyed your stomach in wonder how your dear child was holding up with the mountain of negative emotions crowding you, "Honey, you need to stay calm. Our little bun in there might have trouble baking you know?" he whispered close to your lips, foreheads leaned onto yours.

"Oh, Satoru." a broken smile formed from your quivering lips, "You're home, you're home." thumbs coming close to stroke his lids softly down to his cheeks. Fragile, that's how you'd describe yourself in touching your husband. Every day from the moment you lived with him are days you two cannot be separated from each other's lingering touches. Even so, on those days it still felt like it was too good to be true to have each other embraced away from the terrors of the world.

"I'm home, I'm home." sealing away your sobs with his lips to yours, letting you feel all of his emotions and unspoken vows within the action of only you two could share forever. The love he never knew he was capable of only for you and your child to be gifted of.

"I'm scared." pulling away as you shut your eyes. The dark hushes returning, coming back to haunt you of what is in store for tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on. The strings attached upon you two, unknowing who was in control of your faiths. "Satoru, I'm scared. Please don't go anymore."

Confessing all of your troubles, he tightens his hold around you. Not a chance, he curses in his head would he allow himself to be defeated so easily and submitting himself to the awaiting gates of death.

"What if you don't come back to me anymore?"

Not a chance, was he going to die after happiness is just within his reach. Longing for something so surreal his entire life. He wasn't going out without having a taste of the sweetness of he now calls home in his life. Not ever. Not when he knows he's the strongest and will continue to reign as he is.

"Honey loves, I'll always come home to you." a vow he seals with the gaze he has locked with yours. The golden band that was proudly worn on his finger from his left hand above your stomach, "I'll always come home to you both, my sweet loves." a vow for only the two people in his life that kept him going. He will always keep his word by heart.

Though it was known that it wasn't enough to fully assure you. The comfort of today was much appreciated and needed for you to finally sigh out one last bit of the sadness, and giving him a teary smile.

"I love you, Satoru."

A melodic sound his heart would crave for every day. Definitely another thing worth coming home if he could hear it again and again.

Smiling mischievously, he reciprocates the feeling by stealing another one of your kisses whilst cradling your body and stomach. He wonders how long would it take for your baby to come meet him. He could hardly wait anymore.

"I love you more."

Was the last thing he had said before his eyes shut close to bask in the warmth and safety of his domain. His and yours little domain. One day to be shared with either a mini you or him between your arms, erupting small giggles into the air.

He couldn't wait to come home to that very day.

Not to wake up another second.

Or was it a minute?

An hour?

He couldn't tell. For time was unpredictable inside the realm he was kept imprisoned.

"Oh, another dream."

An old memory he has with you over months ago.

A breathy chuckle comes out. Was it another thing to mock him of his moment of weakness? Where he could do nothing but lay down and wait for he knows nothing of what could and what was happening?

His bones were on fire. The caged rage inside of him waiting to be freed as he could hear the cackles of his own enemies having to won over him.

"Come home to me."

No, they have not.

The fight was still going. He knows deep down as his faith on his beloved students remains strongly as his love and promises to you. Somehow, some way, he will get out. Like before, time is the enemy. He could only hope that you're holding up for the mean time. It was only matter of time you would be giving birth as well.

And he wasn't planning on missing out the biggest part of his life.

Nor was he planning on letting his enemies run free easily. They were going to pay.

He was going to pay.

"I'm coming home. Wait for me."

Thus begins the string of faith as every thing is set into motion.

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Art trade with @azurenocturne

Art originally done by @ Lsjenjen on twitter

Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader

- Kyojuro decides to take your relationship to the next level while teaching you how utterly amazing you are, no matter what anyone else says. -

warnings: NSFW, oral sex, mentions of emotional abuse, Douma is kind of a dickhead

words: 2k

“You’re doing it again.”

Snapping away from your reverie, you nearly drop your phone as you fumble around, embarrassment heating up your insides. You hadn’t even realized you were spacing out again. Still, Douma cracks a smile. You tense as he reaches over the table, the rings adorning his fingers catching the afternoon light streaming in through the windows. He merely pats the crown of your head with a gentle touch; you know that this is all for show since the two of you are in public. While Douma has never struck you during the course of your relationship, he isn’t gentle either.

“Stupid girl,” he mutters. “There isn’t anything that important in your life to distract you this much.”

Ah, there it is.

You’re used to the biting words, the snarky comments, the endless insults. On some days, it’s like his sole mission in life is to yell at you constantly, but what can you do about it? It is your fault, after all. Maybe if you had your head on straight or weren’t so sensitive, things could be better for you in life.

You swallow dryly. The plate of half-eaten food sitting in front of you doesn’t even look appetizing anymore. “I’ve got exams coming up, you know that,” you tell him, voice low. You know better than to talk back to him, especially when you’re in public like this.

With a scoff, Douma leans back in his seat. It’s unfair that he’s still unbelievably attractive even when irritated; strong jaw set, eyes heavy lidded, and birch hair pulled up high, he looks like he’s ready to set foot out on the runway rather than be sitting here on a lunch date with you. The houndstooth material of his jacket ruffles as he crosses his arms. He’s just so pretty, incredibly so, and you’d be damned if you said you couldn’t bear to stare at him all day.

“Well, you’re with me,” he spits. “Exams be damned.”

“Douma, you know I can’t fail these courses if I want to graduate-“

“I don’t care,” Douma interrupts. “Christ, all I did was ask you out to lunch, and all you do is think about it your classes? What am I, chopped liver?”

“No,” you say frantically, “of course not. I’m sorry. Please… Please don’t be mad.”

Douma sighs. His expression softens, then; getting up from his chair, he opts to take the spot next to you instead. “I know you’re sorry, my little cherub. You know all I want to do is to be stuck in that pretty little head of yours, right?” With a gentle hum, he slings an arm around your shoulder and nuzzles the top of your head. “You’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

It’s those simple words that makes your tummy flutter and the ice around your heart to melt. This is why you love Douma, after all. Sure, he can be mean sometimes, but he means well.

A smile blossoms across your face as you lean into his warmth. “I promise.”

When it comes to playing life, you always act the fool.

Words are cheap, enough said. It just so happens that Douma’s are practically dirt.

Although he knows you’re sorry about focusing on your studies lately, it’s almost if he never drops the subject. He has a point though – he is your boyfriend, after all. It’s just your fault that you have the improper abilities of juggling your love life and schooling at the same time. It’s when he’s attending his own classes that you’re finally able to breathe, even though you feel guilty about thinking that way in the first place.

You still can’t shake off the guilt as you venture through the school’s library, browsing for books your professor recommended for you to better understand the material. It’s a slow process, your eyes scanning over each of the exposed spines. “No… no… no… “ you say to yourself, the quiet mantra continuing on while your search comes up with nothing. “Dammit, why can’t I – ah!”

Before you know it, your body is colliding into someone else’s; as you’re about to take an inevitable tumble and land on your ass, a strong hand grasps onto your forearm while another lands on the small of your back.

“Whoa there! Sorry about that!” a deep, attention-getting voice whisper-yells.

As you open your eyes (you didn’t even realize you closed them to begin with), your met with a boy around your age, eyes bright and blond hair held back with a backwards ballcap. As he flashes you a cheeky smile, you’re struck by how white his teeth are compared to his golden skin, the sharp line of his jaw. Your heart thuds in your chest, and for good reason, too – this man is hot.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” this stranger continues. He pulls you upright, making sure you’re properly balanced before giving you a onceover to check for any bruises.

“I’m alright, thank you,” you say awkwardly. It’s incredible how quickly your body heats up under his gaze despite literally just bumping into the guy. “I wasn’t paying attention anyway, it’s all my fault-“

“Hey,” he interrupts, his eyes crinkling even further, “I wasn’t paying attention either. Don’t take all the blame for yourself, eh?” He sticks out a hand, then, the prominent veins in his forearm and hand instantly catching your attention. “Rengoku Kyojuro, at your service. You can just call me Kyojuro, though.”

Kyojuro.

The name rolls around your brain like a loose bolt. You wonder how it tastes on your tongue, how your lips feel when you say it. “Kyojuro,” you say, testing it out. You immediately decide you like it. Grasping onto his hand, you introduce yourself, an easy smile making its way onto your features before you even realize it. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Right back at ya,” he chirps.

His hand is large and warm. In fact, heat seems to radiate off his body, tempting you to lean in and hold him close.

“Say,” Kyojuro says, a hopeful glint shining in his eyes, “do you want to grab a coffee or something?”

Your heart nearly gets stuck in your throat. For a moment, you think of Douma and what he would he say if he found out about you grabbing coffee with some other guy. However, Kyojuro just seems so nice and, well, perfect.

“Yeah,” you tell him, “I’d love to.”

After that fateful meeting, things started to change.

During the free moments you had, you would meet up with Kyojuro, either to go out to eat or simply have a study session together. You quickly found yourself thoroughly enjoying his company, and all for the right reasons. Despite his excitable, bold behavior, he was kind, more so than most people you know. You craved to be in his presence, to have his pearly smile directed at you. Hell, even the thought of him made your heart throb.

Of course, it didn’t take long for Douma to start noticing your “odd” behavior. You acted distant whenever the two of you were together, so much more… closed. What really got him, though, was when he confronted you about it. I found someone else, you had told him, face and voice equally solemn. This is the end of us. Even you were shocked by the mere fact that you had dumped him; after all this time, you were finally free of his cruel words and the endless pain.

“You’re doing it again, sweetie.”

Just like that, you’re snapping back to reality and away from your thoughts. “Sorry,” you mutter, “I was just thinking of… things.”

Even after a few months of ditching Douma for Kyojuro, you still find yourself spacing out. Kneeling on the bed like this, your hand hangs in the air, absentmindedly holding a brush while the other is still holding onto Kyojuro’s blond locks. Turning around fully, Kyojuro’s thick brows furry together as a glint of worry sparks in his eyes. “Hey, hey, look at me,” he urges, taking your face into his hands. “I am not Douma. I’ll never be like him, you got it?” Gently stroking your cheek, he flashes you a soft smile. “I couldn’t bear to put you in pain like that, my sweets. You’re too special for anything like that.”

Oh god, he’s so gentle, so freaking sweet that you’ll get a toothache. As cheesy as it sounds, your heart yearns for him, for his promises, and for his loving touches. You don’t think you’ve ever met someone like this in your life.

“So please,” Kyojuro continues, gaze dropping to your mouth, “trust me.”

And you do. For the love of everything high and mighty, you trust this guy with your entire being. The kiss you two share starts off slow, yet it’s so full of unspoken feeling that it makes your heart soar. You can’t deny the fact that his hands feel good as they trail lower, brushing over your neck and shoulders before settling on your waist. Hell, you love it when he presses you onto your back, his weight hovering over you protectively. Like this, Douma can’t hurt you. Douma can’t even get near you, not when Kyojuro is around, not when he’s treating you this softly.

It didn’t take very long for you to confide in Kyojuro about how your relationship with Douma went. Appalled by Douma’s so-called methods, Kyojuro promised to treat you like the queen you are because you deserve it.

Even as you quake, Kyojuro holds you steady. And he’s always so warm, so wonderfully warm as he rids you of your shirt before following suit. Your fingers drift over the swell of his pectorals, the divots of his abs. Now, things have escalated between you two before, but nothing to this extent. The last person you slept with was Douma, and even then he would degrade you and make you feel like utter trash. But no, not with Kyojuro. Never with Kyojuro.

“You’re gorgeous,” he mutters, mouth slanting over your neck and down your chest. Your heart quickens as mouths your breasts, hands slipping around and unhooking your bra. “And you’re so soft and sweet…” Trailing off, he lifts himself back up, his eyes meeting yours. “You’re perfect, (y/n). I’ll be damned if anybody tells you differently.”

Heart leaping to your throat, you sling your arms around his broad shoulders and pull him back into a kiss. You refuse to let yourself shed any tears, but you can’t deny the dampness gathering in your eyes.

“Pretty girl,” Kyojuro says, mouth beginning its descent once more. This time, he carries on past your chest, lips brushing against your tummy as he carefully removes your pants. Your fingers comb through his hair as little gasps slip through your lips; nuzzling you through your panties, he openly gropes your thighs and ass, deep, rumbling moans vibrating in his chest.

“Kyojuro,” you breathe, back arching as he yanks down your panties and presses his mouth against your quivering pussy. His movements remain slow, but the deep stroke of his tongue inside your pussy or the strong suckling on your clit has you seeing stars. His bright eyes never leave your face, a lustful yet loving expression carved into his handsome features. A slight yank on his hair has him redoubling his efforts; easily bending your thighs to your chest, he works at your pussy vigorously, the lewd noises and his husky groans filling your ears.

“So fucking perfect,” he mutters, thick fingers slipping past your folds. You keen at the touch, your velvety walls fluttering around his digits. “You’re wonderful, my sweets,” he coos, pressing his mouth to the inside of your knee in a quick kiss. “I love you.”

“Kyojuro, please,” you pant. The tears building up in your eyes finally break free as you reach out towards him. “Make love to me… won’t you?”

Drawing away from your dripping pussy, Kyojuro hovers over you, a dazzling grin painted on his face. “Are you sure about that?”

You nod frantically. “Yes. I… I trust you, my love.”

Hearing the pet name tumble from your mouth has Kyojuro’s eyes crinkling. “Anything for you, sweetie,” he purrs, reaching down and undoing his pants. “Everything for you.”

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jungkxook · 4 years

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—amortentia.

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ genre: hogwarts/harry potter au / enemies-to-lovers + fluff

⟶ words: 5,486

⟶ rating: pg-13

⟶ summary: jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him — until a love potion outs him.

⟶ disclaimer: this is a repost of an old fic from my old blog since i know some of you were asking about it! i hope you enjoy!!

Jungkook loves strawberries.

He remembers fondly the warm summers as a child when he would go strawberry picking with his grandmother, and revels in the taste and the memory each time he bites into a fresh berry, the juices coating his tongue in sickly sweetness; he likes the smell of all the lotions and lip balms, candles and fragrances, that carried notes of the red fruit in comforting wafts, remembering distantly a time when his mother’s fruity perfume would breathe warm life into his cold house in the middle of a dull winter; he remembers sentimental times spent at the local cafe near his home, loving and basking in the way the homely and warm aroma of a freshly baked pie and the sugary tartness of strawberry lemonade would fill his nostrils and consume his senses, leaving his mouth watering.

Jungkook loves everything strawberry but the simple pleasure is always kept hidden, stowed away as if some hideous secret to protect the rumours that had built up around him.

Ask any girl that thought Jeon Jungkook is handsome or any boy that thought Jungkook is a god and they would say he smells like the purest form of any man with a harmonious scent of musk, cedar wood, and oak; like fresh rain that soaked in the middle of a mossy forest, spices, and black coffee — but they couldn’t have been more wrong. Maybe he did smell of musk or wood or rain when he was continuously outside, practicing every moment he had with his Quidditch team, but Jungkook was more than just that. Really, though, it made sense as to why people thought that way about him when he had left such a lingering impression on the school.

You can still remember the very first day you saw him; the very moment you had, from your spot in line in front of the Sorting Hat on the first day as a first year, saw the stoic boy step forward. Made up of a nervous face and obsidian locks that fell into his equally dark eyes, the Hat had instantly deemed the boy a Ravenclaw — and perhaps the house’s reputation was what added to his mystique and strange charm. Even then, from what you observed, he had been a silent boy, making his way to and from classes usually alone, and somehow ignoring the gaggle of girls (from all years and from all houses) that trailed along behind him, giggling and clamouring over how cute he is.

As the months went on, you never witnessed much change in Jungkook safe for the friends he suddenly made in the first half of second year (a surprising mix of Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs, Gryffindors, and Slytherins) and the smug attitude he began to develop. A rebel, they said, a bad boy at heart, the very antithesis of Ravenclaws. Someone all the girls craved for and all the boys yearned to be. And while you tried to assume that perhaps there was more to the boy than meets the eye — that maybe he was built on different layers you could one day explore — when he begins to become too conceited with the way he is praised, you grow disenchanted by him and his cocky smirks. Yet, for some reason, he finds it necessary to go out of his way to talk to you no matter what — and you were quick to learn to despise him and his constant mocking, all possibilities of trying to get to know him diffused.

In first year, you had to endure a whole semester worth of Jungkook tugging at your hair when he sat behind you in Charms class. In second year, an unspoken rivalry began in which the two of you would compete to see who could earn the better grades. You can’t quite pinpoint when or where the hatred for one another began, but the irritation that comes as a result of it only grows more adamant with each passing day.

In third year, you distinctly remember being confined to the many dusty oak shelves and rows of leather bound books in the library, your eyes constantly flickering to the ornate grandfather clock nearby you as you wait alone. An agreed time of 6 pm to meet in the library after dinner to work on a partnered assignment had otherwise vanished from the boy’s memory. Had it been up to you to decide what partner you wanted, you would have much rather preferred to pick one of your friends and not the Ravenclaw who was fifteen minutes late. With the project due in two days, and with the nearly three weeks you had to finish it, you had constantly asked to meet with Jungkook to work on it and each time he had made a different excuse.

As time crept on and the waning hours of the daylight dwindled to a dull darkness, twenty minutes would pass and it was then that you would grudgingly begin packing your belongings. The wait was not worth the trouble. Yet just as you are standing from your seat, the boy waltzes into view, coming to a nonchalant halt in front of you and placing his bag on the table, as if he didn’t know how late he is. He has abandoned his robe to wear only a grey fleece pullover on top of his white button up, his torn up Converse shoes ruining the uniform outfit with his casual flare. Your stare flickers up to meet his smug face and a frown forms on yours as you spot the other third year Slytherin girl giggling a flirtatious goodbye to the boy who winks in response. Finally, he turns to look at you.

“You’re leaving already?” Jungkook asks. “I just got here.”

“Twenty minutes later, Jeon,” You snap.

The boy quirks a brow, twisting around in his spot to look at the clock. “I could have sworn you said we should meet at six-thirty. I’m ten minutes early.”

“I remember saying six o’clock,” You say. “As well as you telling me that six was perfectly fine. Look, History of Magic isn’t my favourite either but I would appreciate it if you at least put some effort into the class and this project.”

“Shh!”

The hiss that comes from the student studying near you only makes you scowl. You turn around hotly to continue shoving your books and papers into your backpack.

“I was busy,” Jungkook says.

“Busy flirting with every living thing?” You asks.

“What?” Confusion paints his face, and then he is shaking his head furiously. “No!”

Your eyes narrow into a scrutinizing glare. You point over your shoulder at the same Slytherin girl who is still within the library, standing just a few feet away from the pair of you. She has an opened book in her hands in an attempt to look distracted but her eyes are fixated solely on Jungkook. When she catches Jungkook staring, his gaze lifting over your shoulder, she hurriedly looks away and blushes.

“So I assume she’s just a friend?” You retaliate. “You know what your problem is, Jeon? You never take anything seriously.”

Immediately, Jungkook tenses. His arms snake around to cross in front of his chest.

“Well, you take everything too seriously,” he says. “When was the last time you had some fun? Any time I talk to you, you’re always fussing about the work or about how much you hate me— it’s like you’re a walking, talking, breathing dementor! You suck the life out of everyone.”

“Shh!”

The snarl this time is much harsher, coming from yet another student who has been devoting his time to writing an essay. But now you can’t be bothered to worry about silence. You slam shut the book in your hand with a very loud thump that seems to echo around the eerily silent room and fling a strap of your bag over your shoulder.

“Well, I’m sorry that I, and this assignment, are such inconveniences to you,” You say, “but from now on I give up on making sure we both don’t fail this class. If you need me, which I assume you won’t, I’ll be in my room, far from you.”

“Excuse me!” The familiar bark of the librarian’s voice hardly makes you jump even as she comes marching down to the two of you. “This is a library, a quiet place to study. It would be greatly appreciated if you could bring your conversation out into the halls.”

Had she not interrupted your conversation with Jungkook, you would have never realized just how loud your voice had risen. Clearing your throat and tightening your grip on your bag and the book, you tear your eyes from Jungkook and stomp defiantly out into the corridors to retreat to your common room, leaving Jungkook alone. He would find you the day after in a sluggish state, his hair dishevelled and his clothes askew as if he had slept in them — or, rather, had not slept at all — showing you all the work he had finished for the assignment the night before.

In fourth year, you are leaving the stands of the Quidditch pitch on a surprisingly warm November evening. Following the slew of students back to the school after a heated game between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor — where the latter team won after a fiery race between the two Seekers for the golden snitch — the eager chatter buzzes in the air. Beside you are your two friends who are, just as many others are doing, whispering excitedly about Jungkook’s role as Seeker and his “amazing performance.”

“Did you see the way Jungkook played?” Hana asks from the right side of you. “How can someone be so attractive?”

To your left, Nayeon is practically standing on the tip of her toes, desperately craning her neck to search the crowd for the boy and his friends. “Oooh, look! There he is! He’s so sweaty! Imagine his muscles—”

“You’re ridiculous,” You sigh with a disapproving shake of your head.

Despite your condescending tone, you can’t help but glance over your shoulder to follow your friends’ gaze. Laughing in triumph with his team and friends, Jungkook stands adorned in the usual Ravenclaw royal blue Quidditch uniform, the robes somehow accentuating his tanned skin and dark hair that clings to his sweat-covered forehead. Since when had he grown so tall? And maybe Nayeon was right — since when did Jungkook start looking so muscular?

“Your staring is obvious, Y/N,” Hana says.

“And so is your crush on him,” Nayeon murmurs.

“Crush?” You burst out into laughter. “Now that’s funny. I could never have a crush on him!”

“Have a crush on who?”

The familiar voice makes you groan inwardly and the arm that is tossed around your neck almost makes you gag. Your body grows rigid under Jungkook’s touch, though he doesn’t seem to notice that or the way you carefully try to peel his arm off of you but to no avail. Joining him is his typical duo of friends. The other Slytherin boy next to Jungkook is the shy and soft Park Jimin, accompanied by their inseparable Hufflepuff friend, Kim Taehyung. The two boys smirk wolfishly down at your friends, both of whom are so suddenly at a loss for words.

“Evenin’, ladies!” Jimin says. “Enjoy the show?”

“We hate to brag but we taught him everything he knows,” Taehyung says, ruffling Jungkook’s hair.

Jungkook rolls his eyes and swats Taehyung’s hand away. “Maybe the three of you can come down to watch us practice one day.”

Your friends exchange glances and giggle nervously.

“We’d love to,” Nayeon smiles.

Your lack of response clearly doesn’t go unnoticed by your friends, nor Jungkook and his friends. As you turn your head to look away from the group, you briefly catch the sudden scent that is Jungkook and your face scrunches. It isn’t so much as gross as it is overpowering. Passed salt and sweat, you can smell something clean like freshly cut grass or some sort of lemongrass shampoo. But instead of telling him out loud what you thought, you pushed him away.

“You smell terrible,” You said. “Go take a shower, Jeon.”

“Always playing hard to get,” Jungkook sighs. “Sorry we can’t all smell like your floraly essence after playing an intense Quidditch game.”

You only hum in response, turning your head to look away from him and his friends. The act seems to earn a smirk from Jungkook and then he and his friends are parting from you, walking back to the locker rooms. After that day, your friends’ profuse pleads and begs for you to come with them one day when the Quidditch teams are practicing would eventually make you cave in. When Jungkook sees you sitting in the stands burrowed in a wool scarf and heavy robes, albeit with a frown on your face and your eyes scanning the pages of a book in your lap, he catches your attention by shouting your name and then winking at you. Seconds later, a Quaffle is thrown his way by a fellow teammate and nearly knocks him off his broom.

In fifth year, you are seated in your Transfiguration class at the back and nearly dozing off as your Professor drones on and on in the early morning about some boring lecture. Jungkook sits in the row opposite you and a seat behind but that doesn’t stop him from constantly trying to catch your attention, whispering your name. It is only when you hear a few classmates near you break out into wondrous awes that you lift your head from its resting place wedged between your folded arms on top of your desk and turn. Soaring above the students’ heads is an enchanted paper bird, its thin wings fluttering its way to you.

You gaze at it for a moment, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips, before noticing that it is Jungkook who had magicked it, wand in hand as he waves it towards you. As soon as it reaches your table, it floats around your head and lingers in front of your face, beckoning you to take it. Instead, your hands try swatting it away though it doesn’t seem to budge. When you relent and succumb to taking the bird, it is not before you shoot an annoyed glance back at Jungkook. Then, you unwrap the bird in your hand. With thin black ink sprawled out in perfect cursive writing, a single dreadful question is poised in pretty script: Meet me tomorrow at noon at the Three Broomsticks? It’ll be my treat.

“Is that from Jungkook?” Hana asks. She peers over your shoulder from beside you to look down at the paper, her voice incredibly louder than you would have liked. “It is! Is he asking you out? You know, I always knew you liked him. You’re a terrible liar— ”

You gasp. Your hand quickly covers the paper, yanking it out of Hana’s view. “I do not like him!”

“Do too!” Hana laughs. “So, what are you going to say? Huh, who knew Jungkook was so soft and cute? Have I told you how cute the two of you would be together?”

Maybe it’s the way she so suddenly begins to gush over you dating Jungkook, or the way her voice garners the attention of those sitting around you, letting other girls fawn over how cute his simple gesture is, that makes you curdle with embarrassment. But what are you so shy of? You are insistent that you don’t like Jungkook but you were certain that if word spread that you did have feelings for him, your whole life would be drastically ruined. Or maybe you were more fearful of the idea of possibly liking Jungkook in return, even if you had so profusely been lying to everyone and yourself.

“Stop it!” You hiss. “I would rather kiss the squid in the Black Lake than date him!”

Then, as if to emphasize this apparent hatred, you grab your quill and furiously write in big scratchy letters “NO” before crumpling it in your hand and twisting in your seat. Set on chucking the balled up piece of paper right at Jungkook’s smug face, you are startled when you feel the paper being plucked from your grasp by none other than your Professor. She stands before you with a sour look on her face, a willowy old lady with gray wisps of hair pulled back into a tight bun.

“Ah, Miss Y/N,” she hums, “if you have more important matters that you seem to want to discuss with Mr. Jeon, surely you can divulge with the rest of the class too.”

Your mouth clamps shut. You watch, stricken with horror, as she unravels the paper in her hands, her glossy eyes skimming its contents from beneath her half-moon spectacles. She purses her lips, and then shifts her gaze to you and then to Jungkook sitting behind you. The silence that follows as she moves towards him is near unbearable, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“If you would have much rather preferred to flirt with Miss Y/N than listen to my lecture, feel free to leave my class, Jeon,” Your Professor says. She drops the paper onto his desk with a flourish. “Though, it’d be in your best interest to stop your daydreaming and pay attention to my class because I’m afraid her answer was no.”

Your eyes widen as you twist in your seat to look at your Professor and a startled Jungkook. And, maybe, if you looked hard enough and passed the smug smirk, you could see his conceited stare falter as a look of hurt flashes across his eyes. A few murmurs and giggles break out amongst the students, making your cheeks burn hot and forces you to turn back around and away from Jungkook.

“And I suppose that now neither of you are busy tomorrow, you wouldn’t mind spending it in detention with me,” Your Professor says. Then she was rounding on her heel, marching back to the front of the classroom and restarting her lecture.

After the torturous detention where Jungkook suddenly refuses to look or talk to you after what had happened, and a week after the missed Hogsmeade trip, you would find Jungkook walking the halls, hand-in-hand, with another Ravenclaw girl. As they pass you, seemingly unaware of your lingering presence, you see the girl stop Jungkook and lean forward to kiss him, his own hands resting on her waist and tugging her closer to him. Though you tell yourself you’re free from his constant flirting and mocking, you can’t help but feel somewhat let down as you walk away that day.

In the beginning of sixth year, when all the students had found a moment to themselves and a much needed break from all the sudden stress of homework, you would wind up at a party being held in the Room of Requirements. Though you weren’t quite sure how the students were able to smuggle alcohol into the school, you remember drinking until you are blissfully numb and without a care in the world. Most of the evening had been spent chatting to Nayeon and Hana but when they become distracted with flirting with their crushes, you are left alone. It isn’t much long after that you stumble into Jungkook. Drunkenly dancing to the upbeat thump of music that reverberated around the room, you had, somehow, lost your footing. As you fall into the thick crowd, a pair of strong hands reach out to swiftly catch onto yours arms and hold you up. Jungkook’s surprised when you don’t bother pushing him away and let him help straighten you up. Clearly, you’re much too drunk to function, and he makes sure to hold you at a comfortable distance away from him. Then, there, under the dim lights of the room, you are met with his typical smirk tugging at his luscious pink lips (which you find yourself gazing at for longer than necessary).

“Ah, if it isn’t Jeon Jungkook,” You rasp. You sway dangerously in his hold and nearly fall to the floor again. He tightens his grip on you and catches you once more before you can slip away. “What do you want from me tonight?”

“Hey, you bumped into me. I’m just being nice and making sure you don’t face-plant the floor.”

“Yeah, but of course you had to be right beside me. I think I’d rather have face-planted the floor.”

He quirks a brow. He feigns dropping you, momentarily loosening his grip just enough for you to come flailing forward with a yelp of surprise. He doesn’t let you fall too far, though, and catches onto you swiftly once more, hooking his arm around your waist. When you meet his stare with a scowl, he grins. “You were saying?”

“Do you remember that one time you told me I never have fun?”

“Not really.”

“Ah, well, you say a lot of shit to me,” You say. “But that stuck out the most. You called me a dementor. A dementor. My thirteen year old self never forgot that.”

Jungkook winces at how carefree you seemed to say it, at how you still remembered it three years later. His hands drop from you once you’re steady and he runs his fingers through his locks, softly pushing them up and out of his eyes before they ultimately fall flat against his forehead once more.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says. “I mean, look at you now. You seem to be having a lot of fun. How drunk are you anyway?”

“It’s not fun when it feels like I’m trying to prove a point to you,” You sigh. “But I already know you don’t care about me.”

“That’s not true,” Jungkook says. “You’re the one who doesn’t care about me.”

You burst out into a fit of mocking laughter and shake your head at him. Swaying forward, almost precariously close to him, you tap the tip of his nose with your finger. “Jeon Jungkook, you can be real oblivious.”

And then you are kissing him, pressing your soft lips to his. He doesn’t push you away, albeit however incredibly surprised he may be. Instead, as he feels your lips move against his, he finds himself basking in everything that is you. All he can smell is your floral perfume and, passed the liquor that stained your lips, could taste your peach lip balm and the bubble gum you had been chewing earlier in the night. He hates how much he loves it. His hands lift to rest on either side of your face and he gently brings you closer to him, his tongue laving at your peach flavoured lower lip. He hears you moan softly in content as you melt against his chest, your fingers suddenly tugging desperately at the hair at the nape of his neck. It’s then that you realize that all you can smell is the scent of freshly cut grass and his lemony shampoo, but all you can taste is something warm and sugary that feels all too comforting.

You come to the conclusion in your drunken mind that you would have loved to keep kissing him. That, maybe, kissing Jeon Jungkook wasn’t so bad. But then just as suddenly as you had kissed him, he is pulling away from you, sending you crashing and burning down from your reverie. With swollen pink lips, wide eyes, and dishevelled hair, Jungkook shakes his head abruptly and mumbles a quiet, “I’m sorry.”

He flees from your grasp and from the party before you can stop him — and it is in that moment that you began to hate Jungkook, but not more than you hate yourself for actually enjoying the way it felt to kiss someone like him. You would never learn why he had left so soon until much later when he tells you that he didn’t want you to regret anything you did drunk — didn’t want you to regret kissing someone like him when you had seemed to hate him for years prior.

In the second half of sixth year, when you begin to fail Potions, your Professor does what he thinks is best and pairs you with Jungkook, the smartest student in his class. Hearing that Jungkook, of all people, is remarkable at Potions doesn’t come as a surprise. You are quick to learn just why he had been placed into Ravenclaw, carrying their impressive ambition and intelligence. If anything, you are almost jealous of how easily he seems to pick up on things and can reproduce them at top notch quality.

Your friendship with him is still strained and is perhaps even worse than it had once been ever since the night of the party. Neither of you talk about the moment and, from what either of you were concerned, both of you had long since forgotten the night had ever happened. Unbeknownst to you is that when Jungkook sees how cold and distant you become in the days after, he refuses to tell you the truth that the kiss is always on his mind. So, when you are forced to work with him for any assignments or in-class work, most of your conversations end in constant bickering. Miraculously, somehow, your grades do gradually begin to pick up.

One day, when you both walk into class, you are greeted to the sight of a smoldering cauldron placed neatly on top of your Professor’s desk, a beautiful scent filling the room that seems to be coming specifically from whatever has been brewing. The liquid contents within contains a mother-of-pearl sheen and clear smoke spirals from it in wisps. As soon as everyone is seated at their desks, your Professor steps forward and begins his lecture.

“Good evening, class!” he chirps. “Today we have a very exciting lecture that has to do with what is currently sitting on my desk. Now, can anyone tell me what exactly it is?”

A few shouts of guesses are tossed into the air but all are wrong as your Professor simply shakes his head. Jungkook raises his hand casually and your Professor points enthusiastically at him.

“Yes, Jungkook?”

“It’s Amortentia,” he says.

“Right you are, my boy!” Your Professor beams. “Five points to Ravenclaw! This is, in fact, Amortentia. Now, for those of you who do not know what it is, that is perhaps all the best. But as it is, it’s important to educate you on the various effects each potion can have on a being and why someone should, or should not, administer it. Amortentia, simply put, is a love potion.”

Gasps of awe and murmurs from certain students circulate the room as your Professor carries on.

“And not just any love potion — the most powerful love potion in the world,” he says. “If anyone were to receive such a potion, it would cause an intense infatuation and obsession on the drinker. However, the potion must be continuously administered to the drinker or else the effects will wear off and the drinker will regain his or her conscience and free will. Now, if you ever wanted to know how to identify Amortentia, you can rely on its very distinct smell. Differing on the person who smells it, it will always morph into the scent of whomever you desire most. For instance, I smell lemon drops, toothpaste, and parchment paper. You may all smell something different.”

A handful of students lean forward in their seat, desperately moving closer to the cauldron and the potion that carried such charming scents. Despite not wanting to show your immediate interest in something as strange as a love potion, you sit back in your seat but inhale a slow, deep breath of air and the scent that makes your heart skip a beat. It would pose as an obstacle to focusing on the lecture as your Professor carried on, though you find you’re not the only one so easily distracted by it. Halfway through the class, he stops his lecture and informs the students of their task for the evening: replicating Amortentia perfectly with the help of the partner sitting next to them.

So, you and Jungkook immediately head to work, beginning the tedious process of preparing ingredients and brewing the potion. Naturally, your own potion brewing goes faster than others as Jungkook seems to know what to do with everything. For the most part, you sit back and watch, as Jungkook refuses your help any time you offer, claiming you would only just slow him down. When it’s done, and the entire class is still halfway through theirs, you fold your arms over your chest and look up at Jungkook, noting the way his eyebrows scrunch together as he peers down at the glistening potion.

“I can’t smell anything,” You say. “Did you even do this right?”

Jungkook grimaces, though his stare falters. He doesn’t admit it aloud, but he worries for a moment that maybe he isn’t as good at Potions as he thought he was. In the next second, he scowls and shoots you a look.

“What kind of question is that?” he asks. “Of course I did it right! I followed everything properly. It even looks perfect.”

“Well, obviously it isn’t perfect if neither of us can smell anything,” You say.

“Well,” Jungkook says, irritated, “maybe if you didn’t bathe yourself in your ridiculous floral perfume, I could smell something.”

“Me?” Your mouth drops open in an appalled gap. “Now it’s my fault? You’re one to talk. Did you have practice this morning? All I can smell is grass and your stupid lemon shampoo or whatever it is. It’s disgusting.”

The bickering continues on between the two of you until you’ve seemingly grabbed the attention of the entire class. Near the very end of the period, it’s Taehyung who finally says something, leaning back in his chair to look at the two of you.

“Jungkook didn’t have practice this morning,” he says. “He also didn’t shower because he slept in late. Or did you forget that, Jungkook?”

“And Y/N?” Nayeon chimes in from beside you. “Didn’t you run out of your perfume last week?”

Jungkook clamps his mouth shut. Your own heart stops. Suddenly, your face is burning intensely and Jungkook’s own cheeks are pinched a bright red as, slowly, the realization seems to dawn on the both of you. Chuckles emit from your friends as your Professor signals that the time is up. You don’t dare look at Jungkook as your Professor grades each potion, and then anxiously await the chance to dash out the door when your Professor claims yours and Jungkook’s potion was done just perfect. As soon as he moves on to the next pair, you have gathered your belongings and have darted out the room. You are nearly halfway down the corridor when you hear Jungkook calling after you, begging you to stop.

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N! Wait up, please!”

Your feet quicken in pace as you round the corner. Just when you think you’re free, you feel a hand clasp around your wrist and pull you back into a hardened figure. Jungkook. He’s standing so incredibly close to you now, his gaze softening as he looks you once over. You can only avoid his stare, though your eyes fall to the distraction that is his hand clamped around your wrist.

“I really am not in the mood to talk right now, Jungkook,” You mumble. “Just leave me alone.”

“What else did you smell?” Jungkook asks.

His question makes you stop. It’s what causes you to carefully lift your stare to look at him.

“What?” You stammer. “What does it matter?”

“Just tell me, please,” he says, his grip tightening around your wrist. “I need to know.”

You could have shaken your head at him, pushed him away and walked off, but the longer you stare at him, the faster you begin to cave. Your mind is instantly brought back to just moments ago and the love potion that had filled your senses. As you think about all the lovely things you could smell, you whisper the answer in a sheepish voice:

“Strawberries.”

There is a split moment where all you can see is Jungkook’s beaming grin before he is pulling you toward him for a kiss that nearly sweeps you off your feet. You collapse against his broad chest, your hands flying up to bundle in his shirt and pull at him tightly as he kisses you and kisses you. You wonder why he had done so spontaneously but then it seems to hit you.

All you can smell on Jungkook, all you can taste, is lemon, grass, and strawberries.

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 3

If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Hyrule:

- It confusing and full of yearning.

- The Fae Folk are very affectionate in nature. Physical touches and platonic kisses are just normal. Hyrule growing up briefly with them had adopted this habit.

- You are like that as well so you’re the one to take care of Hyrule when he wanted affection. Since other then Legend, it’s awkward to ask the others.

- He finds however while he still asks/gives you affection. He gets more flustered and embarrassed when you initiated contact.

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Admittedly Hyrule never had a clear understanding of Hylian social norms. Some things were easy to pick up when he was just traveling by himself. However, there was a lot that conflicted with Fae social norms. While yes, the Fae were more mischievous and could be borderline malicious, they are very affectionate creatures. Which was the one of many things Hyrule picked up when he was being raised by the Great Fairy.

Before you join the chain, he had to hold himself back from being overly affectionate with the group. Yes, when he had chances, he would give a quick side hug or ruffling of the hair for the younger Link’s. But nothing on the level of cuddles or small peaks on the cheek and forehead. You though! You were the one to lay the affection on everyone thick. Most if not every Hero has melted from all the complements and physical affection.

Hyrule was living his best life now with you! Cuddles are a must for the two of you. Especially when one another has been having a rough day. You’ve also gotten the others involved with this newly formed ritual. He just over all feeling comfortable and loved.

Which then leads to Hyrule’s issue. Slowly he began to feel embarrassed with every peak after he heals you. Then his heart begins to race when he is cuddled up resting his head against your chest. Even holding your hands became hard for him to stand! It felt so warm but also made him fearful. He was scared of losing you. Losing this warmth. This comfort. He wanted to keep it but scared that this feeling was to good for him.

“-and that’s what happen so far.” He was visiting the Great Fairy Cotera of Wild’s Era. He had visited her each time they visited Kakariko. Cotera gently hummed messing with his hair. “What should I do?” He looks up to the giantess worriedly. His small sisters surround him ether sitting on top of him or by his side.

Their mother hummed as she thought about his problem. “My dear sweet child.” She started after a long pause “this human… do you feel different compared to your other friends? Or with your siblings in the forest?”

Hyrule thought about it after a while shook his head. “No… I did used to feel embarrassed with the others but it was different. This is more… warm?”

“Warm?” She urges him gently to continue. “Do you hate it?”

“No…” he sounded like a child, fidgeting in his seat “I hate how anxious it makes me now.” You meant a lot to him. Hyrule knew you meant a lot to everyone too, but that normal! You’ve helped them all in some sort of way! Yet he was deep in that unidentifiable emotion towards you. He adores you. All of you. Even during your more impulsive actions he didn’t mind having to heal you. Of course, he would truly rather not heal anyone with his magic. Yet… with you giving his payment in kisses on the cheek or forehead… he can’t stay mad at you.

“Chin up little one.” Cotera lifted up his head “your feelings are valid and has a simple explanation.” Hyrule pouted slightly making her giggle a bit tapping lightly on his nose. “You my dear seem to love your sweet human.”

It was like a lanterned was just lit in a dark cave he was wandering in. Finally revealing a path out. Everything thing slowly explaining itself. “Oh…” was all he could say as he was comprehending it. His sisters were giggling at their brother’s expense causing him to blush. It all made to much sense.

“Roolie! Are you nearby?” He and the Great Fairy both perk up when they heard your voice. He stared up at the Great Fairy expectingly.

“Well?” Cotera nudged him off of the petals of her fountain. “What are you waiting for little one?”

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- Well, that was embarrassing and he knows once he starts perusing you. The more his siblings of the forest will start to tease him. Not only that but the chain also catches on pretty quickly.

- He becomes a blushing and stuttering mess around you, not pulling away from your touch but leaning more into him.

- It will be a miracle if he confesses but he will! And he will do it in a more intimate manner though, with or without help.

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Four:

- It took long to accept but filled with soft cotton fluff.

- Isn’t canon in the manga that the colors (minus Vio) straight up try to impress a girl they just met?

- Now I’m not saying he is like that now a days, but old habits die hard right. He probably doesn’t even recognize that he still does it.

- Honest to God the resident brain cell is the only one that new point blank what was happening. Having a “not again” moment.

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It’s been a while since Four was back in his forage. He missed every second of it. The smithing process was the one hobby each color had in common. As Link they found it relaxing, something to get their mind off of things.

That morning was no different. Traveling on the road was stressful even for a seasoned adventurer. Traveling alone was boring which was the upside according to Red. It relieved them of responsibility Green was used to taking upon himself to carry. Blue was at least a lot calmer with having to be on alert all the time. Vio had pointed out this was mainly because of You.

The chaos came back full force. The same argument has been happening recently, it was about his feelings towards you. Now they all liked you as a friend. Four knew that for a fact. He was only six when he felt your presence and this situation, he was in was as if an imaginary friend became real! At least that’s what Red felt.

No matter if they were unified or separated, Four could trust you to help him out of even the messiest situations. So, what if some of those situations were caused by him trying to impress you? That doesn’t mean anything!

Just because Blue became a stuttering mess when you surprised Four with a flower crown just meant he was taken aback at your kindness! He isn’t good at showing his emotions. Yeah, so what about Green becoming a soft mess when you first showered him in praise and affection. Wouldn’t any person do that from someone that been through hell and back with them? It doesn’t count that Red craves your affection! He is like that with everybody and just because it makes him feel different it doesn’t count. Someone saves Vio from this.

Four was conflicted which is why he was working so early in the morning. They wouldn’t shut up about their own feelings. It was a chaotic mess inside his head as soon as he woke up. A weight on his back clued him back into reality “Good morning!” You while looking down at him smiling still holding on lazily. “How is the most beautiful person here doing?”

Ah. There goes most of composure out the window. Vio was the last one standing with Green and Blue almost hanging on. You loved to tease him and he was never able to get you back. “Don’t know how are you?” Four was really struggling to keep unified and calm. He was shaking because of the other three’s nerves. You stared at him wide eyed.

“Jeez look at you!” You give him a squeeze before finally let go of him “you’ve grown! If only you were that smooth towards Erune.” You teased.

The blush he was so desperately trying to beat down started to flare up this time out embarrassment. “Can we not talk about that?” Four could only cringe when he thought back at that bit in his adventure. Him and Erune have been close friends since then, but the colors were really trying to play the hero in front of the poor girl back then. Their antics truly were really not impressing anyone.

Green was really happy he grew out of it. Seriously it‘s not like Blue really cared about it anyway he was just a kid! Red was just happy that he got a long-term friend out of it! The audacity the others had was killing Vio. They are still just as bad and it seems like no one was listening to reason.

An explosion of emotions and thoughts collided in Four’s skull. Three denying their logical side’s claim all while getting thrown every instant in their faces by the odd one out. “Whatcha making anyway?” You were observing the short knife blade curiosity not seeing the other’s internal debate. Vio felt like he had to spell it out to each of them. Pulling up memories of their actions towards the outlander. Four struggled to focus on what you were saying but it was too loud!

“Woah there.” You turn him away from his project letting it sit safely on a cooler section of the work top. “Breath Link.” You where kneeling down in-front of him holding his hand. He focused on your warmth. The way you rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. On your voice that instructed him to breathe. In for four, hold for seven, let out for eight. Repeat. Slowly the divide melded back together. Soon the voices faded out. “There we go.” You whispered “good job Link.” Four stared back at you still tired from everything but nonetheless happy that your here with him.

Man, he loved you so much.

Wait-

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- It was definitely an I told you so moment.

- Four as a whole though is still struggling to come to terms with it, even though he had already admitted his feelings.

- Another case of: drown him in affection until he realized. Not because of him not believing you! It’s just you have four people in a trench coat here! If one is conflicted then four as a whole will feel that subtly.

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Bonus (just Headcanons):

Wind (finding out that a Link has a crush on you)

- The little gremlin is going to have a field day! He was thinking about messing around but the other hero is doing his work for him!

- The only one saved from this Black Mail harvest is you. He does have a few things but you mostly let him off the hook when he gets in trouble anyway sooooo…

- Not the best wing man but he honestly isn’t trying. He is just enjoying the journey.

- He might be tempted to help if he was asked but there isn’t much he could do. You are his right hand after all! Why would he let your secrets go so easily?

- Imagine Wind just vibes with you when the other Link is trying their best and you literally ask if the other hero was ok since they are acting weird around you. It would take Wind a minute to get an answer because all he is thinking is: ‘are you dense?’

- Or on the flip side. If you know about their feelings. He would definitely be on board of helping you out. Again, you’re his right hand! Of course, he’ll help you! (Favoritism)

- Wind: “Don't worry. He likes your butt and fancy hair. I know. I read their diary.” (Y/n): “He thinks it's fancy?”

(Part 1) and (Part 2)

My First Request is now done :D! That was fun. Thank you Pinky and Star for the request <3

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #london fog tea #Lu Hyrule #Lu Four #Lu Wind #WIND THE PIRATE BROTHER!#thats the tag for just wind stuff lol #isekai au

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mindninjax · 3 years

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The Way It Blooms

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x virgin!reader

Rating: M for the sex but it’s FLUFF

Warning: it’s fluffy smut, pure fluff.

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: Do you remember the moment you fell in love with someone? The very first moment the two of you made love? This fic is kinda about that. Ushijima has quickly become one of my comfort characters as you will see in this soft ass shit.

This was used as inspiration and it’s beautiful. Also, you should listen to Get You by Daniel Caesar during the smut lol.

Dedicated to one @dymphnasprose for dropping so much Ushi content in my DMs and making me fall for him more and more and for this fucking adorable ass pet name that I will always use and associate with both you and Ushi. I love you babe!

Plucking the strings idly of your old acoustic guitar, you feel the familiar rush of calm wash over your body. You haven’t picked it up since your sophomore year of high school when you—embarrassingly— serenaded your boyfriend at the time with a dumb love song you wrote him after only dating for 3 months. It was Valentine’s day, you thought it’d be special. He broke up with you and called you “clingy”. And being the dramatic but valid—because that guy was a major asshole— teenager, you’d stopped playing.

As you got older, you’d forgotten about it, shifted your focus on getting into college, becoming a journalist like you’d planned. Something changed in you in the last few weeks though. You were braver, more confident, happier with who you were as a person.

It could be because the winter months were coming to an end, the sun was shining more, beating down into your dorm room and warming the cold dark depressing atmosphere you hidden yourself in for the past few months. Or it could be...him.

Your face heats up and you pluck a sour note on the guitar as his face fills your mind. Piercing moss green eyes gaze into your subconscious and make a home there. Your heart flutters when you think about his voice, the last words he said to you, “I’ll be back to you soon, don’t worry”, before it becomes heavy with yearning and you remember he’s across an ocean right now playing an intense volleyball match you’re sure his team will win.

Wakatoshi pulled the deepest emotions from you, the deepest and most forgotten portions of your personality, the ones you used to enjoy the most before society squeezed it from you. He admired your creativity, and his blunt comments or questions always caught you by surprise, in a good way.

“God, I wish I could go up on stage and sing like that!” you’d said one date night while watching a woman perform karaoke.

“Why can’t you?” Toshi asked in a deadpan voice as he stroked the back of your hand. You blinked at him, not able to give him a clear reason of why you couldn’t go up on stage. It’d just felt natural to say, like you weren’t supposed to go. By the end of the night, you were on stage laughing and singing, full of joy as you watched him clap along to the music and his eyes followed you around on stage. It was the happiest you’d been in a while, and it was one the first few dates you’d gone on with him.

You strum a few chords, humming to yourself as you get caught up in the music. You’d forgotten how calming it was, how much strumming and humming helped you feel when you allowed yourself to just be you. It was strangely how you felt every single time you were around Wakatoshi, comfortable yet protected. You pick up your phone and check the time, an idea forming in your head. He’d be in the middle of the game right now so he won’t have his phone until it’s over.

You prop the phone up on a pillow with it facing you. Your face is bare with no makeup, your hair is a little messy from the wear and tear of the day and you were in the middle of getting ready for bed so you’re wearing an old cami and tiny shorts. You shrug, electing not to worry about your appearance, prop the guitar up on your leg, clear your throat, and press the record button on your phone.

You strum a simple tune, something that repeats where the beat can be easily kept. It’s a swaying melody, one that tiptoes up and down the score with light steps; like a soft lullaby intended to serenade and rock the listener into a dreamy slumber. You’re not nervous, you don’t worry about what anyone might think about you, you just close your eyes and think of Toshi and how much you miss him.

You focus on how much you want to feel his arms around you, how he makes your heart jump into your chest when his fingers lightly draw over your skin. You giggle when you think about his dry attempts at jokes just so he can see you smile and the way he will poke at where the dimple would be if you smiled when you're frowning. His own little silent gesture to say “smile little doe,” because he's not a man of many words.

You lose yourself in the melody, start to sing the words that sashay around your head and heart. You’re not sure if they make sense, or if they fit the tune, you only know you want him to know how you’re feeling and for some reason this feels like the perfect way to show him. You pour your heart into each word you sing, communicating in the most intimate way you know how to while he’s away, and it’s evident in the passionate way you float to each note.

Your voice wavers when you sing about how much you wish he was here with you, how much you want him to touch you and hold you and feel you, even going so far as to mention making love to him. You two haven’t been dating long a few months at most, and you’re astounded at just how much you crave him. Except that isn’t the word you want to use. The word you want to use scares you, so you’re hoping, praying that he will feel it when he hears this.

You end the song and stop the recording, softly and with purpose as if to solidify every feeling you’ve contained in this beautiful little song for him and before you become too afraid and erase it. No, he deserves to hear this song for him. A message in a bottle that you send across the ocean and with it, hope and comfort that there is someone out there in the world who understands him and sees him.

You type a quick message and attach the video quickly before you talk yourself out of it:

Toshi, here’s a little something to help you sleep! See you in two days! ❤️

You hit send and chew on your lip before tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing your night routine for bed.

“Get some rest Ushiwaka! You deserve it after the win you got us today!”

Wakatoshi waves off his teammates silently as he shuffles to his hotel room and pulls out the keycard. He sighs heavily when he hears the affirmative beep and the lock clicks. He’s exhausted, the long 5 set match finally done. The other team put up a great fight and he’s always appreciative of a team who has a fighting spirit, but he’s exhausted and hasn’t been able to see or hear from you all day. He collapses on his bed and digs through his bag for his phone. He turns it off before matches so he can keep his focus but he always sends a quick message to you before he does and he never turns it off until he gets a text back from you.

When the screen lights up and comes back alive he smiles to himself. It’s your face on his phone background. One that he took when you both visited the park near campus. You’d picked a huge sunflower and you were beaming. He’d had to move quickly and figure out how to open his camera to take it before you realized, but it came out stunning. You looked so happy, the dimple in your cheek deepening as you caught his love-filled gaze on you.

Your face smiles back at him on screen now and he frowns when he realizes how much he misses you. He wishes you were here with him. It’s very seldom that you aren’t at one of his games, cheering him on, watching his every movement, being his motivation. He plays harder when you’re watching, he wants to make you proud, although you’re always proud of him. But the way your eyes light up when he wins a match, how you jump on him and squeal when he leaves the court sweaty and still full of adrenaline from the match, makes the win all the more worth it.

Wakatoshi doesn’t know exactly what it is about you that he likes so much. He finds himself pondering it as he watches you do mundane tasks. When you twirl your pencil while you work on homework, the way you bite your cheek when you’re thinking of something, or the way you gravitate toward him when you’re sitting next to him, he finds it entertaining. He could watch you all day and never get bored, and that’s a first for him. It’s a first that anything other than volleyball has kept his attention and he’s not bothered by it.

He opens the message from you, swiping up to unlock his phone and his eyes grow a little wide when he sees you’ve sent him a video. He reads the message before getting up, grunting as he stands to go take a shower. If the video is to help him sleep, he figures he should get ready for bed before he watches, plus he likes the idea of your face being the last thing he sees before he drifts off to sleep.

When he’s showered and his muscles are relaxed and dripping from the shower, he pulls on his boxers, dries himself and climbs into the stiff hotel bed, wishing once again that he was climbing in next to you. He grabs his phone again as he lays on his back. He opens the message once again, smiling at your face—he misses so much—and plays the video.

The guitar strums surprise him, he didn’t know you could play guitar. It’s automatically soothing and he stores this fun fact in his brain, vowing to never forget it as it’s information on one of his favorite things. The tune you strum is simple yet beautiful, maybe because it’s you playing it or just that your fingers so meticulously strum the strings. He can tell this is your craft and you’re good at it.

He closes his eyes as he continues to listen to the repetitive melody and he’s immediately thankful that you sent him this. It will help him sleep and he can drift off knowing that even though you aren’t here, you’re still helping and supporting him from afar.

His eyes shoot open when you start to sing. Your voice is astounding. It is unlike anything Wakatoshi has ever heard before. It twinkles like a delicate little bell, rings loud and strong as the words continue and pierce his heart. It swirls, sways, rocks and swaddles him in all the love you project through these lyrics. Your voice is sweet, relieving, like ice cream on a very hot day after practice, and when you sing his name and about making love, he grunts in approval. It’s suddenly all he wants. His body, his heart aches for you and all he wants is to be with you again. When the song ends on a tender note, he plays the song again and again, hanging on every lilt of your voice and committing it to memory.

Right before he drifts off to sleep, he texts back a quick message to you, a vow he intends on keeping.

I am coming back to you soon little doe.

Your hair is brushed from your forehead and you sigh in contentment. You’re sure you're dreaming, it’s been the same recurring dream every night since Toshi has been gone. When you feel a hand cradle your face, your eyes shoot open to see him, sitting on the edge of your bed caressing your face in his large hand. Tears well in your eyes when you see him and you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Toshi!”

He pulls you into his lap and cradles your body against his. You can hear his gym bag slip from his shoulder and you peep over his shoulder to see his luggage in the corner of your room. His luggage. You pull back to look into his eyes.

“Toshi, did you come straight here when you got off the plane?” you ask looking concerned and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. He’s faster than you, reaching a long finger out to catch a falling one and swipe it from your cheek.

“Yes. You don’t have to cry. It was no trouble,” The deep baritone rumbles his body and moves through you. It’s only been a few days since you two have seen each other, but his voice still sends a shiver up your spine whenever you hear it.

You shake your head in defiance, “Wakatoshi, you should’ve gone to your dorm. You need to rest,” you say furrowing your eyebrows and trying to be serious.

He stares at you with an intense stare and you’re momentarily worried. Wakatoshi has never looked at you this way before. This stare is usually intended for his teammates or a rival, when he’s serious and focused during a match.

“No. I needed to see you.”

You’re not sure what comes over you but his words ignite a fire in you and you kiss him, hard and passionate. Ever the prepared sportsman, he kisses you back matching your passion and groaning into your mouth. All the yearning the two of you shared over the last few days rushes out of you and into the kiss. It’s sloppy and you both have to pull back and catch your breath.

His hands fall to your hips as he pulls you closer against him. Your hands roam down his chest, up his broad shoulders and down his bulging back muscles. You breathe his name against his lips and he growls, picks you up and places you down on your back on the bed.

He crawls over you, fixating himself between your thighs. You’re both still clothed but the aching for each other is more than just the sex. You just want to be close to him, to feel him wrap his arms around you, to feel his lips against yours again. He bends down to your face and kisses you again. Softer this time, as if he’s afraid to hurt you or lose control. He kisses down your jaw, bites and sucks on your neck, marking you as his.

You hear him rumble into your neck, “Mine” before he bites down and makes another mark. You moan at the sensation and Wakatoshi momentarily stops to savor the sound. It’s almost as sweet as your lovely singing voice, and he’d give anything to hear you moan his name. You paw at the hem of his shirt as he continues to kiss your cheek and neck.

“I want to see you Toshi,” you whimper. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before removing his shirt and you marvel at his rippling muscles. He’s so big, his herculean frame always able to make your mouth water. He can see the pride of having him be yours in his eyes and he likes it.

He wants you to be proud to have him, the same way he’s proud to have you. He grabs the end of your shirt and slowly pulls it over your head. Large hands clumsily grasp the clasp of the bra He observes you like a work of art, committing every freckle and mole to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he says and the way the word “beautiful” falls effortlessly from his lips when describing you makes your face grow hot. There’s nothing you want more than him, now. He removes his pants and underwear and slides yours down your legs as well. When you both are left staring at each other in awe, you pull him back down to kiss you again.

You can feel his engorged cock twitching against your thigh as he hovers on his elbows over you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, desperation escaping with your next exhale. He kisses down your chest, covering every inch of you with the sweetest embrace of his lips. He licks at your nipple, nips softly and when he hears you gasp he bites down a bit harder before licking to soothe the brisk pain.

Your heart beats faster with every kiss, this feeling inside of you overwhelms you and when you push your hips up to meet his, a silent plea, he pulls back to look at the exquisite fountain between your legs. He holds his weeping cock in one hand and for the first time you look at him nervously. Will it fit? What if it doesn’t? Will he still want to be with you? He reaches a large hand to caress your cheek and the tumbling storm in your chest calms with his sweet gesture. He stares into your eyes and that same intensity burns there, passionate and solicitous, like the sun.

“Don’t worry little doe, I’ll be gentle,” he says running a thumb over your cheek. The anxiety is gone instantly and you look at him with the utmost trust as he places the tip of his dick to your entrance. He rubs it against your slippery folds, slathering your slick over his copious length and preparing you for all his glory. You nod to him when he looks at you for permission to enter.

He pushes inside of you, moving slowly and passing the first ring of muscle. He grunts when the crown of his cock is sitting comfortably in your fluttering walls. You whimper as you become accustomed to how full you already feel. When your heaving chest slows down from the initial insertion, he continues to slide into you, hips moving closer to yours in a welcoming embrace. You stretch around him and it burns, but you clench as well, your body’s way of telling him not to stop.

When he’s fully sheathed inside of you he grunts and you moan in unadulterated pleasure. Your eyes are shut as you concentrate on how he feels inside of you. Despite the fullness and the stretch it doesn’t feel foreign as you expected. It feels like he belongs, like your body will mold to his because it knows it’s supposed to be him.

Little salty droplets bead at the corner of your eyes as you think about this, and when you open them Wakatoshi is staring with an unknown expression. The emotion, the love, grows inside of you like a sunflower reaching for the sun. It tumbles from your lips when he, while never severing your gaze, pulls his hips out ever so slightly and plunges back into you. A quick chaste “I love you” that you’re sure and are slightly thankful he doesn’t hear. The fear and insecurity bubbling and shielding the sun again.

You cry out instead, “Oh god Toshi!” He wraps his arms around your body, leaning his weight onto his arms to avoid putting it all on you but wanting to pull you closer to his body. Your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls out all the way and slowly plunges back inside you again, starting a slow sensual pace. He rocks his hips, latches his lips to your neck as you dig your hands into his hair and you lift your hips to feel more of him.

His pace quickens as he becomes lost in the passion of your warm velvety walls, what he assumes is heaven. You’re moaning his name over and over, tears now falling down your cheeks as your ecstasy creeps upon you. When you feel the coil inside you snap, you pull him closer, nails digging into his back as your thighs shake and wrap around his waist. You cry out again, no longer able to hold it in, “I love you! Toshi, I love you so much!”

The words tumble from your lips as his cum spills inside you and grunts your name loudly. He connects his lips with yours as the two of you ride out your orgasm together, as one. When you both come down from your high, he rubs his forehead against yours brushing his nose against yours before whispering in his deep baritone voice something you almost don’t make out. But when you do hear it, you wrap your arms around his neck again and hug him close, intent on never letting go.

“I love you, little doe.”

Thanks for Reading!!

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rexsjaigeyes · 3 years

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Exposed - Part 1

Din Djarin x female reader | NSFW, 18+

[Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: a hint of voyeurism/exhibitionism (Din watches you touch yourself), dry humping, Din cums untouched bc I said he can

A/N: I’m back, baby. Hope y’all enjoy the new era of filth.

You weren't sure what you did to deserve such sweet torture from someone as stern as the Mandalorian. Maybe you looked at him a weird way or did something to piss him off. It was always so hard to tell what he was thinking since you could never see a single inch of his face.

You wished you could see his face now. It would make things a lot easier if you could see just one expression. Just one crack in his perfectly-crafted demeanor that gave you an insight into what he was thinking. You especially wished you had that insight when you were walking through the crowded marketplace a little less than an hour ago.

It was a peaceful moment before something unexplainable changed, and he snapped. Some invisible tension between the two of you finally came to a head, and before you could wrap your mind around what was happening, he grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the Razor Crest.

The child was swiftly placed in his crib, and you were soon ushered into the cockpit by the intimidating man you've come to know as a friend. You knew better than to question him; he'd taught you that lesson before. So instead of giving him an exasperated or confused look, you waited.

The wait felt like an eternity. Mando was always a man of few words, so you had learned to be patient when talking to him. But this time, your patience wore thin as he just stood there and stared at you.

You dragged your eyes down his body, noticing the blurred outline of your curves reflected in his beskar. His large, unyielding form seemed to take up most of the room. The realization made you shiver, and you yearned for him to say anything to break the tense silence.

You immediately regretted that yearning once he uttered the simple command, "Strip."

With the tilt of his head and a single word that caused your heart to beat faster, he had you in the palm of his hands – right where he wanted you. So it really shouldn’t have been a surprise that he got you this far: stripped naked and touching the most intimate part of your body while he watched and instructed your movements from the other seat in the cockpit.

You never imagined Mando would see you like this, and you never thought he'd utter such filthy words to you while you rubbed circles around your clit. A litany of his strict commands filled the air and you followed them all with no hesitation.

"Rub your clit faster," he muttered. You hardly registered the words before you did as he said. "That's it, keep that pace."

A low hiss could be heard through the static of his helmet before he groaned, "Spread your legs wider. I want a good view…"

Your head spun from how he expertly controlled your movements without even touching you. Mando was normally so quiet; this was the most he had ever said to you. It was as if a barrier broke between the two of you, and he was finally free to say what he'd been aching to say for so long.

Your body felt like it was on fire, and you could feel the faint pulse of your heartbeat throbbing within your lower body. It was intoxicating and torturous all at once. You needed more, but you knew you wouldn't get more until he allowed it. For now, you were bound by Mando’s unwavering gaze and his very specific instructions.

His firm tone filtered through his helmet so effortlessly that you wondered how he could be so confident in the dirty things he said to you. Had he practiced before? Or was there some way he knew exactly what you needed to hear? Either way, you couldn't help but tremble as he told you to slide two fingers inside your pussy.

You obeyed, of course – you wouldn't dare disobey the Mandalorian. As you pushed two fingers inside yourself, you made the mistake of looking up at him the moment the tips of your fingers brushed against your sensitive spot.

A desperate moan escaped your lips as your eyes met the 'T' of his helmet. You didn't need to see his face to know that he was watching every twitch of your body with immense satisfaction. A part of you hated how easily he reduced you to a quivering mess. A faceless man held so much power over you. You should have been scared of that realization, but instead, it only turned you on even more.

The small tilt of his head told you that he knew exactly how much of an effect he had on you. You curled your fingers and fucked yourself a bit faster, unable to take your eyes off him. Heat rushed to your chest and neck as you kept your eyes glued to his helmet. But as you let out another needy moan, a small shuffle of his body ripped your gaze away until it landed on his hands.

He gripped his thighs tighter than you had noticed before, balling his hands into fists when you whimpered softly. The tell was miniscule, but you noticed it nonetheless – the sounds you made were turning him on.

You moaned again, putting more emphasis in it this time, and you watched him fiddle with the fabric of his pants in response. The moment was soon interrupted by his gruff voice muttering another demand.

"Look back up at me. Don't take your eyes off mine." He sounded almost breathless now, and you knew that was a sign of how much he loved the way you moaned for him.

You didn't bother to remind him that you couldn't see his eyes – you knew what he meant. Besides, there was something so intense about staring at a blank mask, and you could tell his eyes were on yours by the way he started fidgeting in his seat.

Your cries grew louder as you continued pressing against the spot that made your toes curl. Desperation gnawed at your insides and your body craved something more. Your fingers weren't enough, and you felt too cold without the warmth of someone holding you close.

Despite the ache you felt, you were too scared to ruin the moment by asking for what you wanted. Instead of words, a small whine left your mouth as your eyes briefly flitted down to see the bulge in Mando’s pants. You whimpered when you realized how large he was, even within the confines of the tight fabric. You needed him so badly that you didn't bother hiding the way you blatantly stared at his crotch while whining for him. To your surprise, he broke the silence and said yet another thing that you never expected him to say.

"What's wrong? Is there something you want?"

You had never heard him use such a playful tone before, and it sent shivers down your spine. Without hesitation, you nodded frantically, not caring about whether or not he was only teasing you.

"I want to feel you," you whispered. You weren't sure how far you could go without breaking his Creed, so your sentence trailed off in uncertainty.

Luckily, he was satisfied with your response and beckoned you to his lap with the pat of a hand. You wasted no time in scrambling out of your seat and straddling him. His beskar felt ice cold against your bare skin, but the amount of heat that radiated from his crotch was enough to make you forget about the pricks of cold metal.

His large body effortlessly engulfed yours, and you tried not to shudder as your eyes met his helmet once more. He tilted his head to one side, and you knew what he was silently demanding you to do. Resting your hands on his shoulders, you slowly rocked your hips against his, testing his reaction.

He gripped your hips tightly, but he let you control the pace. Mando's body felt rigid against yours – a stark contrast to your frantic movements on his lap. He didn't seem to care about his own pleasure, and you realized he wanted you to use him for yours.

He was at your service, letting you take whatever you wanted from him. You rocked faster, feeling the pleasure build within your body. You could feel his cock grow harder beneath his pants, but he didn't ask you to move a certain way or focus on his body. He just watched as you gave into the feeling and struggled to keep your composure.

He bent his head down slightly, as if to press a kiss against your neck, but you were met with steel. The blunt bottom lip of his helmet dug into your shoulder, and you imagined what it would be like if you could feel his warm skin there instead. He grunted as you moved your hips faster. The sound went straight to your core, and you moaned in response.

You gasped as he brought one hand up to your neck, the leather of his glove feeling oddly cold against your flushed skin. You stilled your movements for a moment, wondering why he placed your hand on your neck. He wasn’t cutting off any of your air, but he held your chin up – ensuring your gaze stayed on his shiny helmet. His thumb caressed your jawline, tracing a small path towards your bottom lip. He wasn’t doing this to intimidate you; it was only to keep you there before his head tilted forward and rested against your forehead.

You resumed your movements, spurred on by how intimate the moment felt. His visor fogged with each of your heavy exhales, but he didn’t seem to mind. With each desperate rock of your hips, you wondered if he was looking straight into your eyes, waiting for that moment when your pleasure washed over your face.

"Are you close?" He asked in a soft whisper.

He didn't even need to ask – your body language gave everything away – but he wanted to hear you say it, so he repeated the question louder. You barely registered the question before your mouth fell open and you nodded with a whine. A satisfied huff could be heard through his helmet before he pushed your hips down with his other hand, helping you grind harder on him.

"Cum for me,” he whispered. “I want to see you let go."

His demand left you reeling. You gave into your pleasure and felt your release wash over your body as you grasped at his shoulders. He groaned softly, keeping your hips firmly in place as you rode out your orgasm. You felt him twitch in his pants before he came shortly after you, adding to the mess you had made on his lap.

Heavy panting echoed through the cockpit as the two of you caught your breath. He kept his tight grip on your hips, but your foggy mind started to clear, and you hid your reddening face in the crook of his neck. You were too embarrassed to move away, but it didn’t seem like he would have allowed it anyway.

You weren't sure what to make of the situation, especially since you knew he'd always be closed off with his armor and hidden inner thoughts. His touch was almost loving – maybe even possessive – but you knew that couldn't be true. This wasn't a part of his Creed, you knew that much. Your heart sunk at the thought that he'd probably never expose himself to you the way you had done for him without a second thought.

The Mandalorian owned every inch of your body and your heart, but the man behind the helmet would always be a mystery to you.

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hobbitingryffindor · 3 years

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So I've never written fanfic before, but apparently, I'm pissed at Jane. Please be kind, but also let me know if I should continue. I have a few other rules and scenes in mind. I have no idea if this will grow into anything more. Constructive feedback would be great.

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Maura was ruminating. It was never good when she couldn’t get through her Saturday morning yoga session, but these days, it was becoming the norm. So after she finished her cup of tea, she locked herself in her yoga room, rolled out her yoga mat, and settled in with herself.

She had rules. They were new, and it was hard to keep to them some days, but they were there because she knew better. She knows she deserves more. She may not have had an attentive family growing up, but she knows her worth, or at least she’s gotten better at reminding herself. She knows what they have goes beyond friendship. She also knows it will never be more. Jane just keeps holding back the final piece of the puzzle. She could resign herself to a lifetime of this sexually charged and emotionally mediocre but never fulfilling relationship OR she could take a step back from Jane and a step forward for herself. But last night she forgot. She forgot the first rule she put in place almost a month ago.

1 - Don’t respond to Jane after 9 pm

Recognizing the anxious feeling that started in her chest, she told herself that it was a slip-up and it wouldn’t happen again. But she couldn’t help but grab her phone and reread last night’s messages.

10:36: J - Hey, you still up?

10:42: M - Just finished Bass’ enrichment and heading up to bed.

It had been such a simple response, it just floated out of her fingertips. She was so used to just always responding to Jane.

10:43: J- Enrichment? You can just say that you were in the sandbox hiding food for Bass to find.

10:44: M- Fine yes, I was reading his namesake’s new foreword in “Skeletal biology and bioarchaeology of the Northwestern Plains” while bass dug up the cactus leaves and strawberries I hid in his sandbox.

10:44: J- You make my night of watching the Sox lose seem like an exciting night

10:45: M- What can I say? We love to party over here.

10:45: J- I don’t know when it started, but you’ve gotten really good at sarcasm

10:46: M- You must be rubbing off on me ;-)

As Maura reread that line, she couldn’t help but cringe a little. She really couldn’t stop herself from going there last night, it was yet another small slip up, that showed how their friendship was always a little more than friendship.

10:59: J- I feel like I haven’t seen you at all this week, is the morgue backlogged?

11:04: M- It’s no busier than usual. Actually a little less so without a murder yet this month.

11:04: J- Give it time, Boston can’t go more than 2 weeks without a new murder. Have you been in court on other cases this week? I went to see if you could grab lunch a few times and I never caught you.

11:05: M- We must have just missed each other, I did lunch out of the office a few times.

11:07: J- You going to fancy places without me now?

11:09: M - Really Jane, any place that doesn’t allow jeans, you label as fancy. But no, a friend from my residency, Erica, did a few guest lectures at BCU. I caught one of her lectures and we had lunch a few times.

11:09: J- I see how it is, replacing me with other genii.

Reading this for a second time feels like a needle in her chest, last night it paralyzed her, she didn’t know how to respond. She wasn’t replacing Jane, per se. This was also the point last night where she realized her mistake in responding to Jane’s late text. Even now, she still isn’t sure she handled it correctly.

11:18: J- Any plans for tomorrow?

11:20 M- While genii is correct, you can just say geniuses, you don’t have to try so hard. And, no I’m not replacing you. I was planning on browsing Newbury St in the afternoon.

11:21 J- Great, so I’ll pick you up at 2, I’ll carry the bags and then we can hit up Eataly for dinner? We haven’t been there in a while.

11:25 M- That’s okay Jane, I know you don’t enjoy my long shopping ventures, you don’t have to come. And I’ve got dinner plans, I’m sorry. But I’ll see you Sunday night for dinner.

After that, it was radio silence from Jane. Even after all these years, all the social cues Jane’s helped her learn, she still doesn’t know how to read the silence. Last night she was torn. She wanted to hang out with Jane but didn’t. Now she had to live with rejecting Jane’s plans, and what felt like a rejection of Jane herself.

That’s what brought her here, meditating as the sun was rising, or trying to anyway. Maura shook herself out and realized she was going to need a little help this morning clearing her mind. So she opened up the Calm app and resigned herself to a guided meditation. Maura went through the motions of her day, finishing off with an overzealous stop at Diane Von Furstenberg’s on Newbury just because. She still hadn’t heard from Jane and was trying to tell herself it was okay, they were okay, they were just both adjusting to this new normal. Maura hadn’t figured out what this new normal was supposed to be, but she knew she was unhappy with how Jane and she were a couple in every way, except in the way that mattered. Their friendship was unhealthy as it was. If they were only going to be friends, Maura was going to start making space in her life for other friends and possibly a lover or two. She can’t pinpoint when it happened, but her very active and healthy sex life seemed to slowly dry up the closer she and Jane got.

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Dressed in her new Midi dress, and a brand new pair of St. Laurent sandals, she waived to Angela across the courtyard as she headed off to meet Erica. Driving to the Chart House, she couldn’t help but reflect and acknowledge that Eric’s timing was creating a good distraction for her. She and Erica had done their residencies together, they hadn’t been best of friends, but she was always warm to Maura and tried to include Maura in her social circle. A few years after Maura moved to Boston, she reached out when she landed in Providence doing a Post Doc Fellowship at Brown. They’d do dinner a few times a year, trade interesting journal articles, nothing special, but it was nice to have a friend outside of BPD. When BCU invited Erica to guest lecture for the week, Maura decided she’d just drop in on the first lecture, which led to a couple of lunches earlier in the week, and a celebration dinner as Erica was just offered a tenure track faculty position starting in the fall. Pulling up to the valet station, she decided that this was just what she needed to expand her social circle a bit. She’d enjoy her evening, celebrate Erica’s new position and enjoy the late spring evening.

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Like clockwork on Sunday around noontime, the Rizzoli’s started to filter into her home. Angela always led the parade, bringing groceries and starting the prep process. Over the next couple of hours Jane, her brothers, little TJ, Frost, Korsak, Kiki, and even Susie sometimes would wander in and fill her house. When she invited Angela to live in the guest house almost 4 years ago, she never thought it was going to be permanent, nor did she think she’d enjoy having her there as much as she does. For all of Angela’s meddling and snooping in Jane’s life, she’d been nothing but respectful of Maura’s boundaries and privacy. Maura treasured how their patchwork family considered her house their gathering place, when it was full, it felt like the warm home she yearned for as a child. The amazing dinners, even if sometimes unhealthy, were a vehicle for that love and inclusion Maura had spent over 30 years searching for. She’d found it with Jane and her family, but she still craves more. She wants more than a patchwork family, she wants her own family.

As Maura was finishing up working in the garden beds Tommy and TJ arrived. By the time she’d entered the kitchen freshly showered and ready for Angela to put her to work, she saw Jane and Frankie had joined Tommy in watching a basketball game. Maura greeted everyone while looking at the TV, she noticed no one was wearing a green jersey so she knew Boston wasn’t playing, which usually boded well for her couch and rugs. TJ was in his high chair feeding himself some plain pasta while Angela sang to him. Maura and Angela quickly fell into their rhythm with this week’s batch of Ragu simmering on the stove. By the time the lasagna was in the oven, Frost, Korsak, and Kiki had arrived and, Angela and Maura joined the gang in the living room to snack on some arancini before dinner.

While Maura and Angela always cooked, the most relaxing part of Sunday dinners was when Jane and Maura cleaned up. Never fail the boys would head out not long after dessert and the games were over. And Jane in her way of appreciating her mother would kick her back to the guest house for an early night, while she took charge of cleaning up the kitchen.

“Another glass of wine while you work?” Jane asked Maura while grabbing the bottle

Maura just put her glass in front of Jane while nodding for more. The pots and pans were washed, the dishwasher had already started its cycle and Jane and Maura were moving to the living room to straighten up before settling in to catch up on their week. Normally all this happened with a comfortable level of conversation between them, but tonight, there was a little more silence than usual. With blankets folded and the remote located, they settled into the couch, each sitting against an arm, facing each other.

“You know mom asked me how your date went last night, I didn’t even know you were seeing anyone” Jane started.

“It wasn’t a date, I told you I was going to dinner with Erica, she’s just accepted an offer at BCU.”

“No, you said you had lunch with Erica” with a slight hint of annoyance that only Maura could pick up on. “I didn’t know you guys were doing dinner, I thought you might have been hiding a new boyfriend from me”

“No, no new boyfriend Jane. Although that would be nice or maybe a girlfriend, I haven’t dated a woman since I first moved to Boston”

Jane nodded, her eyes a little bigger than normal, sometimes Maura could swear Jane forgot she was pansexual.

“What about you? You seeing anyone new?” Maura asked, mostly to take the heat off of her. She didn’t know what was worse, talking about her lackluster dating life or trying to appear supportive of Jane's dating life when all she wanted was to be the person dating Jane.

“No, although Frost mentioned his old college roommate is single. I can’t believe I’m even entertaining the idea of letting him set me up.”

“You should at least meet him, if Frost is setting you up, I’m sure he’s a good man.” Maura grinned through a fake smile.

“I don’t know” Jane responded, Maura saw the walls going up “ I don’t want to talk about dating. Is Erica going to move to Boston? You know you’ve never introduced us, are you scared I’ll embarrass you?” Jane half-joked, changing the topic.

“No Jane, you have to stop with the self-deprecating humor, you know I’m not embarrassed by you. And yes, she needs to finish teaching a summer seminar at Brown, and then she’ll move up here.” The next words fell out of her mouth as soon as they occurred to her “I should see if she wants to come to next Sunday’s dinner.” Seeing Jane’s small annoyance grow into jealously, she redirected. “She can meet everyone, but please don’t interrogate her for college stories. You already know I was weird and awkward, you don’t need more things to tease me about!”

Jane took the bait “Ohhhh, I didn’t even think of that! I wonder if she’s got pictures!!

Maura just rolled her eyes, relieved that the tension was broken. She really did want Jane and everyone else to accept Erica, she remembered what it was like moving back to Boston and not having anyone. The rest of the night passed quickly, Maura kept the topics to mostly work or Boston politics. Jane could rant about local politics for hours and it didn’t put Maura at risk of gazing at Jane like she wanted to take her upstairs. A little before 11, Jane sighed and made her excuses about getting back to Jo before she relieved herself on the rug again. Pre-rules Maura might have made some comment about how much wine Jane had and how she should stay the night. Post-rules Maura kept her mouth shut. As Maura locked the door behind Jane, she couldn’t help but hope that just maybe, with some delicate balancing, she’d be able to move on from Jane and keep her as a friend.

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Later that week Maura found herself at the Robber with the whole group, even Susie joined them. Maura was finding her new footing and it felt nice, it gave her a boost of confidence. Jane no longer acted as her interpreter when Frost made a joke, Korsak no longer felt the need to censor his dirty jokes and Susie actually had a pretty foul mouth once she had a few drinks. More than ever she noticed how breaking down her walls, allowed others to break their own down around her. She didn’t feel like Queen of the Dead anymore, she was Maura. As the night stretched on the table shuffled around a bit, Korsak left to meet Kiki, Frankie and Nina joined, Susie went home and Frost tried his luck with a pretty blonde at the bar.

Maura didn’t even notice how slowly Jane crept to her, close enough that her side was against Maura and her arm draped behind Maura across the back of the booth. But she did notice when the vibe between Jane and her started to mirror that of Frankie and Nina, right down to Jane ordering Maura another drink before checking with her. Maura and Jane were a couple, they couldn’t help it. The small touches, the laughing into each other’s sides, even the stolen glances. It no longer felt like hanging out, it felt like they were on a double date. It was too much for Maura, she excused herself to the bathroom to regroup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she scolded herself. She had to get out of there, she needed more distance. How could she possibly have her own relationship if she always ended up with Jane?

“I didn’t realize how late it had was,” Maura said marching up to the booth. “I’m going to head home. I’ll see you all in the morning? Those cultures should be ready by 10, I’ll page you when I have the report ready.” All of a sudden Maura infused a formalness into the air that wasn’t there before. Frankie raised his eyebrows but said nothing. It was weird for Maura to leave without Jane, or at least inviting Jane back to her house.

“I’ll leave with you” Jane started to get up.

“Oh no, that’s fine, I’m parked just across the street. I’ll be fine, stay, enjoy the rest of your beer” Maura responded with a slightly stern note. Jane nodded, “Party pooper, leaving me with these love doves” gesturing to Frankie and Nina, while they responded with mock offense. As Maura walked away, she didn’t see Frankie lean in and whisper to Jane.

Once Maura settled into bed for the evening she decided it was time for her to get out there. Even if it meant her joining one of those annoying dating sites. It was better to be trying than pining. Last week Erica had suggested How About We, it was worth at least signing up. She decided that it couldn’t hurt more than she was already hurting. While she hadn’t opened up to Erica about how frustrated she was with her’s and Jane’s relationship, she had expressed a desire to get out there more and Erica had offered a few bits of advice. If she couldn’t go to Jane about this, it was nice to at least have another friend to commiserate with about dating. As soon as she completed her profile, her phone beeped and a notification popped up on the screen.

11:17 PM

Jane Rizzoli

You awake?

Clicking her screen off, Maura put her phone on her nightstand and turned over for what would be a very uncomfortable night’s sleep.

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The Sun, The Moon

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 1273

themes: semi-fluff, mature audiences, FWB(?)

18+ due to sexual themes

Levi never liked to dawdle after sex. You wished he would, a little, maybe to grab a few cuddles before he went on his merry way. Just as a bit of aftercare or something. Just because it felt nice. Alas, he was extremely adamant about the “no strings attached” clause, and had expressed before that anything but the act of foreplay and sex was not happening.

But tonight is different. Tonight, he’s not getting up out of his bed as soon as you’ve both calmed down, urging you to also get up and get dressed with him. Tonight, he’s lying still and breathing softly, staring up at the ceiling, his own hand stroking his own chest. Part of you wants to be brave and replace his hand with yours. You want to feel him after the lust has gone away, feel what it’s like to touch him with care instead of desire. The other, more controlled part of you tells you not to, and that if you do, Levi will be even more careful about your rendezvous, he’ll set up more boundaries. You’re being greedy, you decide, and realize you should take what you can get. This is the first time he’s ever just...laid there with you. It’s nice. It’s slow and warm and without time. No rush.

You also decide not to break the silence. That’s all Levi as well. It doesn’t take much to break it; Levi catches you watching him, those grey eyes flashing to you so quick that it makes you stop breathing, and he raises a brow.

“Are you just gonna look at me all night?”

The question makes you blush and you don’t know how to respond at first. You don’t know how to keep this going, you don’t know how to stay a little longer. And then it hits you. To answer the question with a question.

“Do you prefer the sun or the moon?”

A simple question, nothing that would alarm anyone else, but you know Levi well enough to understand that this might be a rulebreaker question, violating the clause. You’re sure this will start the process of getting up and getting politely kicked out, but you’re willing to risk it.

Levi is silent for a moment too long and is no longer looking at you, eyes back on the ceiling, cementing the idea that the night is over and it’s time for you to slip out. You’re debating between just getting up and initiating your parting routine but something keeps you rooted in place. Instead of waiting for him to answer, you find yourself speaking again.

“I think I personally like the moon better.”

Levi’s hand is still on his chest, fingers splayed out and unmoving as his chest rises and falls. He hasn’t said a word yet and you keep looking at him, one of your hands gripping the sheet around your chest a little tighter. His eyes haven’t moved from the ceiling since he last looked at you and there are a few stray strands of hair matted to his forehead. That needy part of you yearns again, wishing to push his hair out of his face.

“Why do you prefer the moon?”

You blink in surprise, eyes widening just a fraction. Truthfully, you hadn’t expected Levi to ask you to clarify. Perhaps he was playing your game: answering a question with a question.

“Um,” you start, heat prickling at your cheeks. “Dunno. I like that you can look at the moon as long as you want and see how pretty it is. Can’t do that with the sun. And the moon is pretty during any phase. Full, half, crescent…” You don’t want to start rambling, so you quiet down.

Levi considers this for a moment, you can see him taking in the information, then he finally turns his head to look at you directly. You automatically turn your entire body toward him, lying on your side on his bed, gaze soft as he stares and stares and stares.

“You’ve never struck me as a night person,” he says, tone flat, unconcerned. His face betrays nothing. No emotion, no readability into his thoughts...nothing. As always.

The truth is that he’s right. You’ve never really been a night owl, at least not like how Levi is, staying up all hours and only getting minimal sleep. You’ve always enjoyed a good night’s sleep. But you could never tell him that that had changed only recently, around the time you’d begun meeting under the light of the moon, the very thing you praised over the sun. Praised as if it had anything to do with your luck of finding a chance to be with Levi, no matter how shallow the connection.

“I guess looks can be deceiving,” is all you say.

Levi sighs deeply and you feel that now this is the end, this is where you part ways for the night, this is where it stops and you return to your simple connection as noncommittal lovers. But it’s so good, so different, already so much more intimate than anything before, you don’t mind the thought of getting out of the warm bed to creep into your cold one. The way he’s staring at you is so unreadable and you know that your gaze must be the exact opposite.

“You strike me as a moon lover, too,” you say with a small grin, bracing yourself for the inevitable, for the beginnings of a goodbye.

Levi is still unfazed, still unmoving. At last he blinks, and the most imperceptible change occurs. Your breath catches in your throat when you see the tiniest tinge of softness behind steel. Even when he’s on top of you, or under you, the lust in his eyes always feels hard, his gaze is always firm and commanding. It always had felt so unyielding, like you would never know another type of gaze. Here he is, yielding just the smallest fraction. Barely noticeable, but noticeable to you. You may not know, may not ever know, if he prefers the sun or the moon, but you know that this is a big deal. For you and for him.

Again you feel rooted into place. Half of your face buries itself into one of his pillows. You’re still naked, of course, but suddenly you feel bared completely to him, that stare never faltering, if only just softening. The new gentleness he’s offered in his gaze is so raw that it makes you feel like he sees through you. It’s so intense. It makes you crave more, but again, you know you’re being so greedy.

“Go to sleep,” he commands, voice still holding its firmness. He turns so his back is facing you, leaving you shocked, mouth slightly agape. Was he not going to kick you out tonight? Was that really an invitation to stay?

You burrow deeper into his sheets and try to calm your racing heart, unable to stop the smile that spreads on your lips. Maybe this is a fluke, just a nicety, a free pass to spend the night. It may not ever happen again, so you have to take the chance as it presents itself.

After closing your eyes, allowing yourself to start replaying the night even though it wasn’t even over, Levi surprises you once again, for the final time that night. He doesn’t turn to face you, doesn’t even make a move. By all accounts, it looks like he’s sleeping. But the words he says echo in your mind and hang in the air between you, so inconsequential but so important.

“I prefer the sun.”

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nomunamuinmybrain · 3 years

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Work you out (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating: M

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.4K

In collaboration with the lovely @alwaysdarkestbeforethedawn94

Disclaimer: if you are under the age of 18 please know that this contains heavy sexual themes and mature language.

Summary: Working for Hybe has been an experience. Being Jungkook’s manager is another story. His sharp eyes, firm jawline and snarky attitude was a deadly combination to begin with. The guy easily found his way to your heart and you simply couldn't take it anymore.

Thinking back to how I managed to land such an unimaginable employment opportunity must have been a miracle. Unquestionably, working for HYBE had so many benefits; I swore to never leave this place. Sure, I was a simple manager's assistant, but I was by the side of one of the managers that handled the most important talent in the stretch of South Korea, the entire globe to be honest, BTS. I was assigned the position of assistant to the manager of one of the guys, none other than Jeon Jungkook. I really couldn’t believe my luck. Not only was I a part of one of the most skyrocketing influential enterprises in the country, but I also had the chance to meet some of the most inspiring people in the whole world! Who would have thought?!

Did I have a crush on the guy by the end of my first month working here? Yes, but who wouldn't? He is the sweetest, always polite and courteous. I've met my share of self-boasting asshats; this industry is flooded with such. This guy is worth billions and he has remained ridiculously humble. Word got around about him being a wonderful young man and I could positively say he is so much more up close. Jungkook is ridiculously handsome that’s a given already, but his personality was the real deal-maker. He reminds me of a dark stormy thundery night where I cover myself with my favourite warm fluffy blanket starring out of the window a rich flavored hot chocolate in hand.

In general, I quite enjoy working at the company’s principled environment. Don’t get me wrong, nothing in this world is rainbows and butterflies, but overall, I can confidently say that it’s been a mainly positive experience. Thankfully, the department I am in is assembled by kind, funny people who like to get things done. There hasn’t been a day were I regretted coming here. As for my daily duties as an assistant, working for Jungkook meant keeping up with his appointments, helping him with anything at anytime, managing his schedule, making sure it matches with the other guys' and so much more. I was required to work around the clock and as a single independent woman in her late twenties who was trying to figure out the world around her that didn’t sound like such a bad idea, though I digress. Essentially, I was one of the employees responsible for pretty much anything and everything he needed. Our department was at his disposal 24/7 running around, living that busy life.

That's until the pandemic struck. That was the first time I thought to myself that this might be nature’s valiant plan to get back what man so forcefully took from her. Suddenly, everything was canceled; life got put on a hold. My dearest supervisor, Jungkook's manager, had to stay at home because he had kids. In fact, a lot of people had to stay at home. Abruptly, days became weeks and weeks became months. The desperation and frustration we were feeling was like nothing else ever experienced. Truthfully, it felt like something had been stolen from us and we could never get it back. In this manner, when the gears finally started grinding again I was assigned to be the on-site manager for Jungkook. That meant being in direct contact with him more so than before and of course, being responsible for a ton of other obligations.

Not going to lie, the first months were slightly awkward for both of us and understandably so. We both were used to very different working arrangements. I might have been working behind the scenes before, but now I had to step into the spotlight becoming his own personal shadow, and I am sure he wasn’t really comfortable with that. Taken into account the current situation everyone looked like a volcano ready to erupt.

Once, I happened to accidentally step in a not so common incident; maybe it was a circumstance I wasn’t supposed to witness. He was on the phone at the time, when I saw him. That’s why I decided it was best if I stayed behind the half closed door of the studio. I couldn’t hear what he was saying and it was none of my business after all, but I could tell by the minute I laid my eyes on him that something was wrong. Something had been bothering him; irritation written all over his face. He was pacing back and forth, phone still on his ear. He was clenching his fist so hard I wondered if his nails cut into his skin. He was breathing heavily, almost as if he would burst and his muscles grew tense.

Then, in an instant, it seemed that the call ended and as he was putting the phone in his pocket he slammed his fists down onto the table a loud bang echoing in the room. After some consideration, I knocked on the door to make my presence known and he sharply looked at me. Without having the chance to say anything to him he let out a loud growl and left the room leaving me dumbfounded and unaware by the door. Soon after that, he apologized for the way he acted confessing that he had an unfortunate falling out with one of his closest friends and at the time he couldn’t process what was happening. I would never forget that day. It was the day I came across a not so familiar side to him.

From that day forward, things miraculously became easier and Jungkook was way more relaxed around my presence, we joked around often and he even texted me to ask about a variety of things outside of regular working hours. We managed to develop a teasing relationship full of endless borderline flirtatious banter. He had this other side to him that only a selected few got the chance to know. Jeon Jungkook was indeed a comforting raging night, but he was also an infuriating playful mischievous brat when he wanted to be. This in all honesty, made him a hundred times more irresistible in my eyes.

Life was going on smoothly until Jungkook decided that taking after midnight trips to the gym was perfectly acceptable, insisting that I escort him instead of his bodyguard. I cursed every single time but I went anyway. Forty-five minutes after midnight he was lifting weights, unbothered. Taking secret short glances towards him I contemplated what I had done in my previous life to deserve this torment. Don’t get me wrong, I couldn’t care less about the late hour, but to have this view in front of my eyes was causing me both mental and physical pain. The guy was clearly sculpted by the gods. With his broad chest, muscular arms and thick thighs he could have anyone he ever wanted. He even sported an hourglass figure; He is insanely unreal. That’s the main reason why I decided to sit there preoccupied with a silly game on my phone to kill time until the suffering ended. I was barely hanging from a string at the verge of blowing off the barrier between my personal and professional life.

Out of the blue, with a loud grunt, he dropped the weights, drawing me out of my contemplation. He looked annoyed for whatever reason. He tried his best to seem nonchalant but it was obvious, in his beautiful stern eyes. Could he be craving for an audience? Abandoning every rational thought I had, I put my phone away, looked in his direction as I got up to get water. I smirked at his clear annoyance. Surely, we weren't supposed to interact with the artists this way but I am cranky and sleepy, and for the first time ever, he was being kind of an ass to me. Was I perhaps the reason behind his sudden personality change? The thought kept floating at the back of my mind.

This kept going on for about three weeks or so and I gave him nothing. His annoyance prominent in his expression, more and more as the weeks went by. He was hot but I am sure all he had been seeking was an audience given that he missed it, or so I thought. Thursday evening rolls around and I was particularly iffy tonight ‘because I was extremely frustrated, sexually. This one was making my situation worse, sporting a tight black tank top and skinny grey sweatpants which made him look like a treat. He could easily pass for a bodyguard with those broad well-built shoulders. As my eyes scanned his body I realized this was the first time his tatted sleeve was on display. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander. By the time I was done his eyes were already fixed on mine and I turned away immediately, embarrassment written all over my face.

Seeking solace in the women’s bathroom I tried to extinguish this ravenous yearning. The feeling of cold water did nothing to help the burning desire that was building inside me. Without warning, a knock at the door was heard, his sweet angelic voice following "Are you okay?" he asked, the remnants of a smirk could be heard still. "Jungkook you cannot be here, I am okay. I'll be out in a minute." I exclaimed, as calm as I could. "It's been ten minutes. I can't continue unless you're there." He insisted, I heard him chuckle after that.

With that, it was now or never, I pushed the door’s handle and made my way outside rolling my eyes in the process and he caught that, quickly moving closer, clearly annoyed, jaw clenched, eyes taking in my features, making him look not quite intimidating but definitely interesting. No, it was my mistake. Not just interesting, he looked ravishing. "As I said, I'll be out in a minute. Then you can finish up" I argued. But he didn't budge, moving even closer, if that was even possible, he was almost a breath away. "I don't feel like working out anymore" he declared like a child whose toy was taken away from him. As if I chose to play heads or tails with my career, I poked the beast further, "What is it that you want to do then?" I asked making sure he heard the annoyance in my tone. Coming even closer, to the point where he was completely pressed up against me, "You" he uttered calmly yet authoritatively. Before I could process what he had just said his soft lips crushed mine with a vengeance, thirsty. Pulling my lip with his teeth, he kept planting kisses from my lips to my jaw trailing down to my neck and décolletage; a surprised panting left my lips.

It felt as if I had involuntarily awakened this beastly hunger within him. His kisses insatiable and his touch was possessive, "I've been thinking about this for so long" he confessed as he took my hoodie off. "Sitting there, not giving a word let alone a glimpse. If you think this is off-limits you're wrong" he growled pointing at himself. "I can guarantee that once we're done here you definitely won't be able to look at me, ever." As he said all that, he managed to get me in a compromising position against the sink, his slim waist in between my legs. He kept my gaze as he lowered his head between my thighs. Little shit kept giving me hickeys on the soft flesh of my inner thighs, so close to my now dripping core. He enjoyed tormenting me and it showed. I was helpless but oh, God was all of this hot. He licked a stripe over my soaked panties, "Oh baby, you smell delicious" and with one hand he took off my underwear completely.

He sank in my folds, letting a guttural moan that I felt vibrating through my core. Not being able to think about what was happening I let myself indulge in my carnal desire my hands tangled in between his luscious hair.

He loved food and I've watched him eat before, but this must be one of his favorites ‘cause he was doing his best not to let a drop go to waste; he acted like a man starved. His hands held me in place, thankfully, ‘cause everything was too much; nothing could stop me from shaking, feeling everything deep in my core, he was too much. He just had to be good at everything. He kept a torturous tempo, from sucking my clit to his sinful tongue penetrating me, and as tears gathered around my eyes he decided to add his slender fingers in bringing me closer to heaven than I've ever been. "That's it baby, let go. Let go for me" he exhaled and just like that I had the most intense climax. My limbs felt numb, my whole body felt like rubber.

Before I could register what was happening he was back at it, sucking my over stimulated clit, my thighs unconsciously closing around his head as oversensitivity hit. "One more, please, come on baby, you can do it" he begged. He kept pumping his fingers while sucking my clit, as if it was his only goal in life. My screams muffled through my own hand clamped on my mouth as I reached my high for a second time that night. I felt it take over me with such intensity I didn't register what had happened. He emerged from between my thighs, soaked from me squirting and with a proud look on his face he declared "Now I look like I had the workout of a lifetime".

He helped me get dressed and pulled me close for a soft peck. He must have noticed my concerned look because he wrapped his arms around me in a warm hug and said "Don't be scared about this, we can work it out. I really like you and I'd like you to stick around". Starring into his eyes, I nodded and he pulled me close for the sweetest kiss, trying to tame my bewildered hair. He helped me get dressed and got out the door first to make sure that no one was around. I waited for a moment and then I got a text.

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reluctant-mandalore · 3 years

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Because You’re You (Din Djarin x Reader)

Warnings: Fluff, established relationship, pinning/yearning (only a little at the start), reader is asexual, reader is short, gender neutral pronouns used for the reader. Soft boyfriend Din. like very slight emotional hurt/comfort, its not super heavy or anything. Its pretty much just fluff.

Word Count: 1,797

Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader (reader is also short and asexual)

a/n: @remmyswritings Thank you for requesting! I’ve never written an asexual reader before so I hope I did the fic justice. I’m a bit nervous about it tbh, but I really do hope you enjoy. This fic mostly features Din being soft and affirming the fact that he loves the reader very much and them being asexual doesn’t change this. He’s just all around a lovely fluff ball with supporting them.

The Mandalorian was always nervous about meeting new people. Over his years of bounty work, he had found that trust was a hard thing to come by. People were willing to stab you in the back without a second thought out there in the outer rim. So, it was safe to say that he was a little concerned when it came to meeting you for the first time.

Cara had vouched for you though, insisting that you were trustworthy and would do great with the kid. He was uneasy with the whole arrangement and was unsure of if he should even go to the meeting. Although, his trust for Cara and his need for someone to help him with the child had pushed him to go anyway. He knew that he should at least meet you before making up his mind on the matter, especially since you were a close friend of Cara’s.

When he did finally meet you, the first thing he noticed about you was how small you were compared to him. He practically towered over your own form, and he almost felt like a giant when standing before you that day. The next thing he noticed was your smile. It was one of the sweetest ones he had ever seen, dripping with kindness and brightening the room in an instant. Din had immediately known from that moment on that he never wanted to stop seeing that smile of yours.

Yes. Din Djarin—one of the most feared warriors in the Galaxy—had effectively begun to fall in love with you all thanks to a simple smile.

Overtime with you working on the Razor Crest, he had started to learn more about you and who you were as a person. He had seen how kind and patient you were, watching from afar as you looked after the child like he was your own. He admired your brilliance and found himself in awe at hearing you laugh. Everything about you was amazing in his eyes and each new thing he learned made him want to know more.

These discoveries had only solidified his growing feelings towards you, making his drop of infatuation develop into a full blown crush all too soon. He had found himself feeling things he had never felt before for another person—things he thought he wouldn’t ever feel.

At first your affection between one another came in small waves. Sometimes it was only a simple brush of the fingers or a touch of the shoulder. Other times it was a gentle compliment or flirtatious praise. Each one allowing your feelings for one another to grow more and more with every passing day.

Admittedly, he wasn’t the greatest with flirting, and at times he felt awkward when he tried to flirt with you. He had never really had the chance to experience a love like this—one that was soft and kind—making it completely foregin to him. Although, he had found himself desperately craving it and he wanted to confess these feelings of his to you. He wanted to be with and loved by you more than anything, though he never thought it would ever happen.

Stuff like that just didn’t happen for a man like himself.

Eventually Din had let it slip by mistake the one day. He had said it so simply and nonchalantly that he hadn’t even caught himself saying it. The realization of his accidental confession only came to be, when you had stared at him in shock and questioned him on what he had just said. Instantly, his cheeks had warmed with a blush, the next words leaving him turning into a muddled heap. He had tried to back track on what he had said, afraid of having just ruined the still developing relationship between you two.

Though the smile you wore on your face had made him pause his frantic rambling. Soon finding himself once again feeling lost while gazing at your captivating smile. His trance only breaking when the words that had left you caused for his own smile to form on his cheeks.

“Din I love you too.”

From there on out, you two were a couple through and through. Nothing could ever seem to get in between you two. You both were supportive with one another, and always seemed to have the other person's back. The relationship you had together appeared to be a perfect one, and it was something he cherished everyday.

Well, that was until he had noticed you suddenly acting differently around him.

Din could tell something was on your mind. He could see it in how you walked and noticed it in your unfocused gaze. You had started to look away from him in passing, sometimes avoiding him all together, your usual bright smile now missing completely.

The sight of you so down had made him feel worried and concerned. He didn’t like seeing you so upset all the time and he wanted you to feel comfortable enough with telling him things. Although, he really had no idea of how to bring this up to you, as he wasn’t well versed when it came to addressing these types of things.

For most of his life, he hadn’t been the most emotionally invested person. He had built up walls around himself, choosing to lock away his feelings in order to protect what was left of his already shattered heart. So when it came to talking or comforting someone, he found himself at a loss of words, unsure of what to say or what to do.

So, he didn’t say anything, instead choosing to comfort you through small gestures. Sometimes it was something simple, like buying your favourite snack at the market or leaving little notes for you around the ship. Other times it was through him taking the child off your hands for the day, or even staying in bed a little longer to cuddle with you in the morning.

Din knew that when you were ready to talk to him that you would. It didn’t matter how long he had to wait. All that mattered to him was you feeling comfortable and ready when you did. Until then, he would continue to support you the best way he could and knew how to.

“Din?” your quiet voice spoke to him one day, briefly pulling his attention away from the crate he had been rummaging through, “I need to tell you something.”

Hearing those words from you had instantly caused the man to completely pause what he was doing, turning to give you his full attention, “of course cyar’ika, what is it?”

Din had watched silently as you shifted awkwardly on the spot. His fingers twitching with the need to cup your cheek and comfort you away from whatever was currently clouding your mind. His heart had ached at your worried expression, and he soon found himself taking a step towards you, only to pause again when you had finally spoken again.

“I’m asexual.” You had said, biting your lip as you did, “I… it means that I don’t feel a need to have sex.”

Din had blinked in surprise, tilting his head in wonder as he continued to stare at you silently. He wasn’t expecting for you to say something like that in the slightest, though he felt a bubble of relief roll through him at the realization of your words.

“Is that what you’ve been worried about lately?”

“Yes? I mean… of course I was worried!” You said, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, “I was scared that you’d want to break up or leave me because of it.”

“I would never leave you over something like this!” Din had said quickly, his heart dropping at your words and at the sight of the tears leaving you, “I love you more than anything! I would never even consider ending things over this.”

“Really? So you don’t mind?”

“Why would I mind?” he said, titling his head as he looked down at you again, “I mean… You being asexual doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

“I… Din are you sure?”

“I’m more than sure.” He affirmed, taking your hands in his as he spoke, “Cyar’ika you’re one of the most important people in my life. I don’t know what I would ever do without you. You’re the most beautiful and wonderful person I know. And I love every bit of you. From your laugh, to your smile, and everything in between. I… Cyar’ika what I’m trying to say is that I love you because you’re you.”

“Really?”

Din had nodded, smiling softly beneath the helmet and brushing away some of your tears, “You being asexual doesn’t change who you are to me, nor does it change the fact that I love you. Cyar’ika you are everything to me and I only wish for you to be comfortable and happy.”

After those words he had pressed his forehead against yours, more small praises leaving his lips in hushed whispers as he did. His compliments were like music to your ears, his soft voice becoming a blanket of love and affection that held you close in its warmth. A few more tears had fallen from your eyes as you felt yourself relax in his arms, allowing for yourself to be swept away in his soothing presence.

“I’m glad you told me.” He had said, pulling back slightly to lock his gaze properly with your own, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide those things from me. We’re partners and I’m always going to be here to support you Cyar’ika.”

Hearing his words had brought a small smile to your face, and you sniffled quietly while looking up at him, “Thank you Din, for always being so kind and being there for me.”

“You don’t need to thank me cyar’ika,” He said lovingly, as his one hand moved to cup your cheek to brush his thumb against your skin again, “I love you so much and I’m just happy to have you in my life.”

In an instant you had thrown your arms around him, hugging him tightly and burying your face into his chest, “I love you too Din, and I’m happy to have you in my life as well.”

The Mandalorian had hummed in response now, his arms wrapping around you again as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He had held you like that for a while, allowing for the whispers of sweet praises and comforting words to leave his modulator once more. The rest of the evening would be spent with you two together, happy and excitedly looking forward to what the future held for the both of you as a couple.

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navyhyuck · 4 years

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aphrodite.

pairing | na jaemin x reader (female)

genre | fluff, suggestive, domestic!au, friends-to-lovers!au (sort of??)

synopsis | all you need is a pretty boy and a quiet song to take your breath away.

warnings | swearing, like really suggestive, jaem’s kinda turned but not quite let’s keep it pg-13 folks, uh innocent-ish (?) reader, clothing is removed sort of more like skin is exposed, lots of kissing (uh jaemin??? am i right??)

word count | 2.4k

notes from vee | happy birthday to the babe himself!! this is based off aphrodite by rini that uh, i can’t get out of my head. leave feedback if you like this, please! ♡

you’re that goddess

aphrodite

well known for her love and beauty

“Your music taste is impeccable,” you note with an inward giggle as Jaemin finally sets down his phone, a quiet smile growing across his face watching you covered up by the safety of your sheets. The last song is still in his mind: lyrics and melody—and it gives him a brief idea—one that has your eyes widening as he suddenly crawls towards you.

You can feel your heart already jumping to your throat when his eyes pour into yours, sending a shiver down your spine that you hope he doesn’t realize. He does, but he refrains from voicing it aloud, only basking in the silence that had suddenly overcome the two of you. “Y/N, can I ask you something?”

Jaemin’s voice is low, and it would have been daunting if you didn’t know the soft boy that hid behind a persona as strong as his. The closeness between the two of you is increasing with everything move he seems to make—or perhaps it’s just your heart playing tricks on you—but you subconsciously push your head back into against the pillow in attempt to keep away.

You swear you see your best friend glance down at your lips, just for a moment, but it’s enough to have your heart racing at a ridiculous pace that makes you think that he can hear it too. It almost felt lethal to be so attracted to him, and you hate it, right?

He’s just a friend. You know that, Jaemin was always a loyal, loving friend to you—and you were grateful for him—though you would be outright lying if you were to say that you didn’t at least have the tiniest crush on him. Well, who wouldn’t?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when he calls your name again, throwing you out of your fantasy back into the reality where he actually was, still looking down at you with something unidentifiable in his eyes. Quickly, you give him a short nod.

“Have you ever been kissed before?”

you took me in, you bathe me

your waters, your fountain

left me yearning for more, for more

and i can’t take it anymore

Your heart skips a beat—you can feel it—and time stops, the only breath continuing on with yours being Jaemin, whose eyes have still not averted from yours. And you will yourself to take a simple breath as you remain unable to tear your eyes away from his gaze. “Uh, n-no?”

He blinks, the trance being broken as he does it again, the expression on his face turning into slight—disbelief? “Not once? Never?” He sounds incredulous, but you only nod, bathing even farther into your embarrassment when you feel your cheeks heat up. “No way.”

“Yes way,” is the only response you can think of, and he all but looks down at you fondly, something appearing in his eyes that wasn’t present before. “I-” you start, pursing your lips before starting again. “You know I’ve never dated before.” The sentence leaves your mouth in a mumble, and Jaemin curses softly, making you look up at him in shock.

“So you’re saying,” he starts slowly, “that you’ve never been touched before.” It’s not a question, but he’s correct even with the way he puts the words together. You’re not sure where he’s going with this, but the indirect mention is already making you flame up with sheer embarrassment. “You mean never?”

“No,” you say again, your voice barely a mumble at this point. “Like never, I’m completely virgin and pure and all that good shit. No need to rub it in my face.” You’re about to cover your face with your hands but your best friend’s hands wrap around your wrists first, pulling them away. His face is so close, so close that you think he might just pull away from you and start laughing—but he doesn’t, only leaning in closer until he’s staring even deeper into your eyes.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

if i can have this dance tonight

i promise that you won’t forget

You open your mouth as if you want to speak, but your lips accidentally brush against his, making you jolt. You’re already out of breath, gasping for more when nothing’s even happened yet—perhaps that’s what Jaemin does to you. But you’re so infatuated with the thought of him, the feel of him, the touch he gives and you nod again.

“Say it,” he whispers, and there’s a hand brushing your hair away from your eyes, caressing your cheek carefully. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to kiss me,” you say at once, feeling like you were already drunk off the lips you hadn’t gotten a taste of just yet. It seems to take him by surprise—how easily you agree—but how could you refuse when he looked so young and inviting in front of you? When he doesn’t move, you try again. “Please, Jaemin? Kiss me?”

His minty breath fans over your face as he exhales deeply, closing his eyes as he chastely presses his lips to yours; it’s quick, and he pulls away almost as fast as he got there. They’re warm, making you crave for a second taste when you unknowingly chase his lips, stopping when you realize he’s smiling down fondly at you. “Want more?”

You don’t say anything in response—knowing that your words would fail you anyway—and you nod, letting your eyes flutter shut in anticipation. His hand moves from your cheek to your jaw, trailing until he grasps your chin gently. A low chuckle leaves him when you gasp, almost sinful, but before you can respond, his lips are back on yours.

But it’s nothing innocent this time, not with a hand guiding your jaw into the right position and definitely not from the way his mouth molds against yours. He sucks on your bottom lip for a second, eliciting a sound out of you that makes your cheeks flare up again, but he only continues further. You’re kissing him back sloppily, not completely sure what you were doing but also trying to gulp down the nervousness that was growing from the bottom of your stomach when he pulls away—only to lick into your parted lips—sending your hands diving into the sheets.

You suppose you should stop it where it is now, this is your best friend since forever, though when he mumbles under his breath and loops your arms around his neck—you know you’re too far. You rake a hand up to his hair, grasping lightly when he sucks on your tongue and you whine, making him pull back immediately.

“Sorry,” you say softly, searching his eyes to see if you had done something wrong but he shakes his head.

“Don’t be sorry. Are you sure you’ve never kissed anyone before?” He asks, licking his lips slowly. You nod again, feeling small under his gaze. “Because you’re good at it.”

i’ve been searching all my life

for something that i won’t regret

could it be that you’re the one i’m looking for?

“Oh,” is the only thing that leaves your lips, disappearing into the air. Jaemin shifts from above you, but his eyes are still locked on yours, focusing on you like you’re the only thing on earth that matters. “Thank you?” You let out a breathy laugh, and it seems to startle your friend—whose pupils are dilated to practically the fullest point. “Why-why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He challenges softly, eyes darting from one to the other in a way that makes you want to sink further into the bed. But he’s so captivating, so inviting that you bite down on your lip.

“Like you want to—” you trail off, not knowing exactly how to phrase what you felt, but also not feeling confident enough to say it. “—wreck me.” Even you’re surprised at your own words, and your eyes widen as he leans down again, moving back to your lips—but he averts them, brushing past your ear instead.

“Because I want to,” he whispers, and you visibly shiver at how ridiculously attractive he sounded. You feel his hot breath on your neck now, blowing air down until he meets your collarbone. “But only if you’ll let me. Will you?”

It’s a simple question: an answer that required a yes or no but you don’t register anything, not when he lands his plump lips against your skin. It’s warm and sensitive, each kiss moving up your throat and he’s back at square one—looking at you for permission with his mouth barely touching your own. “I can show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

He sounds sickeningly sweet, you think, but that’s exactly how you fall in even further; perhaps it’s wrong, because friends don’t kiss each other and they certainly don’t do anything more than that, but it doesn’t seem to be something you care about. You inhale, and nod.

“Use your words,” he insists, a thumb swiping across your lips to leave them parted. His knees are caging your hips, and he’s hovering over you with ease when he taps your cheek. “Y/N?”

“Yes,” you say, almost too quietly for him to hear, but he does. “I want you to—yes.”

ah, let me tell you one thing for sure

you’re the only one i want more of

‘cause every time, you strip away my pride

“Are you sure?” The softness of his voice contrasts from the way he’s looking at you—almost with so much desire in his eyes that it scares you a little—but he stays put. You nod again, but you catch yourself, giving a verbal reply as well. “Okay. Can I move this?”

His fingers curl around the edge of the sheets, brushing past your skin as he looks up at you again—you nod—and he pushes the barrier away from between the two of you. Jaemin sits back on his heels for a moment, contemplating something before he’s back over you, tapping your lips for a silent affirmation. You give him the go, and he gets to it, stealing your breath away from you.

His hands wander this time, travelling from the crooks of your neck down your sides, brushing up soothingly. You take in a sharp breath as he does it, the feeling being foreign but likable. Jaemin pulls back again, only to thumb at the hem of your shirt, looking up into your eyes again. “Can I take this off, princess?”

You’re not sure if he notices, but you melt at the name—almost missing his question until you’re nodding again—his fingers quietly pulling the buttons one by one, eyes locked on yours until they’re all undone. You practically jolt when you feel his warm fingers splaying across your abdomen, though he sighs, only running his hands all over your skin.

humble me down to my knees

you’re exactly what i need, you’re exactly

“Beautiful,” Jaemin says under his breath, not daring to speak even a decibel louder, feeling as if anything louder than that would ruin the moment. You gasp as his lips reattach to the sensitive area on your neck, biting the flesh ever-so-softly to elicit yet another sound from you. “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”

It’s a rhetorical question, he knows he’s not the first one to say so—he can’t be—not when your eyes are fluttering shut with your lips swollen to the point that he can’t help but meet them again. You kiss him back, soft and sweet enough for you to make your head fly up into the clouds. Mind going blank when he continues his trail of wet kisses down to your chest, you grab onto his arm, steadying yourself as he nuzzles his nose just under the band of your bra.

“You are,” he continues, though he thinks you can’t hear him, muffled against your skin. But you can, only inhaling deeply when you feel a kiss press against you again. “Like a fucking—goddess.” Maybe it’s going overboard, off the ship and sinking into the deep waters, it’s too much for you. But you don’t care, your fingers are tangling into the his hair, holding him closer to you.

if i can have this dance tonight

i promise that you won’t forget

i’ve been searching all my life

for something that i won’t regret

could it be that you’re the one i’m looking for?

Best friends definitely don’t kiss, you’re reminded of it when Jaemin rests his head against your stomach, the warmth of his cheek matching the slowly dissipating pang to your chest. He still has his hands on your sides, holding you in his grasp when he speaks again. “Sleep with me?”

You’re not sure what it is that wills you to hum in agreement, perhaps it’s the longing need of affection from the boy you loved so much, or even the memory of the heated instance not too long ago.

ah, won’t you take me away

bring me to your sacred place

won’t you, oh

Jaemin lays down beside you, drawing the covers over your body until his eyes fall down to your exposed torso—and he smiles, following back into your eyes—you might think he’s crazy if he confesses in that moment. So he doesn’t, only admiring the serene look you give him when you find purchase to his chest.

He thinks, maybe, just maybe, you’re too beautiful for this world.

if i can have this dance tonight

i promise that you won’t forget

i’ve been searching all my life

for something that i won’t regret

You realize—a second too late when sleep was calling your way—that your best friend hadn’t quite shown you much; but you’re content with where you are now, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms tonight. You’re hopeful that in the morning, there would better words passed, a guide to where you were now. Maybe it’ll be more than title of ‘friend.’

Though for now, Jaemin’s hand caresses your head and you imagine it’s enough.

could it be that you’re the one i’m looking for?

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yuueee · 4 years

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★ 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐧𝐚 - relationship headcanons

song: pnb rock: selfish - slowed

word count: 1351

requested?: yes

★ - 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

↬ - so first off, Desna does not have the exact same personality as his twin sister Eska. while they do share many similarities in their personalities (they’re both introverts obvi), I don’t think he would just “claim” someone the way that she did - he would have to get to know you first. he gives me vibes of getting into a close friends to lovers type deal. having said that you’d most likely meet him by working with or near him in some way? like you may have some form of a job working in the northern water tribe or are the daughter of someone who works with Unalaq. at first, you might think that he’s kinda mean or rude because he seems a bit cold or deadpan, but you eventually realize it’s not intentional. he doesn’t dislike you, it just takes him a while to warm up to someone. you eventually go from not speaking at all to curt nods or simple hello’s - still not much but hey we’re getting somewhere right?

★ - 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

↬ - knowing each other for some time, you notice that you two have slowly gotten closer. it’s nothing too serious, but sometimes after a day of work he might ask if you wanted to get dinner together since you both haven’t eaten in a while. another example is if he has some free time on his hands, he’ll spend it chatting it up with you over common interests. he enjoyed being in your presence so he made it a point to be around you as often as possible. I take it that he might be a bit dense in terms of his emotional feelings so he might not realize this constant longing to be around you is a crush.

★ - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

↬ - after a while, he comes to the realization that this yearning to reach and grab your hand or envelope you in a hug isn’t platonic. the problem is, he doesn’t know how to approach you with this information. as I stated before he is not Eska, he will not run up and grab you to confess his feelings. however, he doesn’t have anyone else to turn to for help besides his twin sister and his mother Malina (he had way too much pride to go to her about it), and settles for the first option. being her usual sassy self, Eska simply tells her brother to give you a betrothal necklace like she did with Bolin, to which he ignores her advice. he figures that he’ll just have to find some way to tell you on his own. he knew this wouldn’t be easy for himself, but he couldn’t just continue to live with these feelings without at least letting you know - even in the unfortunate case that you didn’t return them.

the next time the both of you shared a meal held an awkwardness that you hadn’t felt since the two of you first met. Desna was often quiet, one of the things that attracted you to him - he was always attentive and listening, unlike others who would just talk over you at times. sensing that something may have been wrong, you decided to speak up.

“Desna did I do something wrong” you asked, tilting your head in concern. you had never known him to be this silent, especially when he had that trip to the southern water tribe with his father and Eska coming up - he normally would have gone on a rant by now.

“why would you think that?” he questioned, raising a eyebrow. you let a small sigh pass through your lips in irritation.

“you haven’t spoken for the past hour.”

“and?”

“you were just being more quiet than usual.” you responded, sounding slightly defeated. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I guess I’ll leave you alone for the evening, I don’t want to be a bother.”

he felt a pang in his heart at the tone of your voice, the last thing he wanted to do was to hurt or upset you.

“I’m sorry.”

“what are you talking about Desna?” you retorted back, still a bit agitated from his attitude towards you a few moments ago.

“I was being more reserved than normal because I was trying to figure out how to confess my feelings for you.”

“Wha-?” you sputtered incredulously, unsure of what to do with his sudden declaration. it had been no secret to your fellow peers of your attraction to him from the day you met him. you hadn’t ever dreamed that he would even consider returning your love so it had never crossed your mind to actually confess.

“I understand if you don’t accept my fee-mmph!” the bone crushing hug you encased him in didn’t allow him to complete his sentence.

“I accept. I like you too.” you answered softly, feeling your heart grow warm as he gently wrapped his arms around your lower back - resting his head on your shoulder.

★ - 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

↬ it’s probably no secret that Desna wouldn’t be the most affectionate one in a relationship, especially near the beginning or start of it. your relationship actually hadn’t changed in many ways after your mutual confession, other than him being a bit more possessive than usual. and not possessive in the gross toxic way either. he craved being in your presence more than anyone else he had encountered, you gave him a sort of peace away from the day to day madness that was being one of the chiefs of the northern tribe.

when you accompanied his family on their trip to the south, you began to notice some things. while in public he would simply stand or sit near you - in complete privacy it was another story. (you cannot tell me that this man is not touch starved.) he seemed to always be touching you in some way or another. whether it was linking your pinkies or him resting his head in your lap so you could run your hands through his hair. you were the only person he allowed himself to be vulnerable with.

also, just because he isn’t touchy with you in public doesn’t mean that he’s embarrassed to be with you or something of that nature. he would just rather treasure those moments alone with you.

★ - 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

↬ other than almost murdering Bolin with ice spikes for attempting to have a conversation with you, you could say that your time at the glacier spirits festival was quite fun. you may have even seen Desna crack the smallest of smiles once or twice, which wasn’t often at all. it didn’t mean he wasn’t happy with you though - he just shows his happiness in other ways like that weird laugh. watching his twin sister drag around the poor earthbender was also pretty funny to the both of you.

after the festival had closed for the evening and everyone returned back to their respective places to sleep for the evening - the two of you decided to spend some time alone and stargaze. as cheesy as it sounded, the night sky filled to the brim with stars was possibly one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen in your life. nuzzling your head further atop his shoulder, you let your somewhat sleepy eyes rake across the vast expanse of darkness

“it looks so beautiful” you whispered quietly, in attempt not to wake anyone else up even though you two were sitting atop a hill a good 30 feet away from where everyone else had gone to sleep.

sitting up some and gazing upon your features whilst ignoring the slight burning sensation in his cheeks (that was totally just from the cold weather), he responded.

“not as beautiful as you.” as soon as you turnt your head towards your boyfriend in confusion (saying cheesy things was your job, not his) - you were met with a warm pair of lips for a brief moment. before you could even register what had occured, he pulled away and rested his head atop your own.

Desna was undoubtably a strange man, but you loved him regardless.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @practicallylivesonline

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insufferablelust · 4 years

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THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (iii)

Hi lovelies! Here it is, the third installment to TAAHM, and this has some kissing and lots of build ups so no smut yet, but we’re getting there! oh and as i mentioned this story will be quite dark— i mean not that dark i will never write about rape etc. But the whole generic theme is based on the reader’s psychological state where she’s basically an HSP where she feels twice as much and she becomes obsessed way too quickly. Some of these things are adaption from my personal background so please if you feel uncomfortable you can read other fanfics thank you and read at your own risk! as always excuse the grammars! Xx, D.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

masterlist here to check out the first and second chapter!

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{If perfectionism were inches, he’d go on for miles and miles. But if there are none, then he’s one.}

CHAPTER 3

You’re utterly fucked.

His voice played in your head over and over again as you drove back home from the BAU, you can feel that you are physically inside the car but your mind is stuck to where Spencer goes. It’s like he’s taunting you with every passing second, and the thought drove you crazy. You always had a crush on him, but all those months you thought he never liked you, never made an effort to at least get to know you but why now? you wanted to scream out so bad, nails digging into the steering wheel before pulling over the side of the road and grabbed your phone— contemplating whether you listen to your brain saying that he’s toying with you or your heart and your desire to just... text him.

“Do i make you nervous?”

His stupid voice is the one that made your fingers search for his number. You bit your lip harshly as you weigh your options, you could either text him and wait for a possibly long overdue answer or you could just give him a call, It’s not weird giving your coworker a call right? You tried to make sense of yourself before hitting the call button and curses under your breath “fuck it”

“Hello? Y/n? Are you okay?” you took a sharp breath at the sound of his voice, laced with worry. There’s a part inside of you that yearn to tell him that no, you’re not okay because the game you’ve been playing really start to mess with your emotions, except you answered with a tiny “I’m okay, um are you at rossi’s yet?”

He chuckled, “No, i decided not to go, figured that i’m way too tired” your heart clenched, wanting to take care of his tired self,

“well! you should get some rest right now” you hurriedly mumbled, cursing at the sound of your very shaky voice. “Y/n what’s wrong? you know you can tell me anything right?” I have a crush on your stupid ass— thats whats wrong.

“No- no i was about to ask about this uh um the last case—“

“It’s about the question isn’t it?”

“what?” you let out a choked out mewl, taking a deep breath, making a mental note for yourself to just keep breathing.

“The question, Do i make you nervous? isn’t that why you called me?” Your heart raced that if he’s close enough to the phone, you’re convinced he can hear the thump. “Spence— i uh, yeah.” the voice you let out is barely a whisper, you almost hope that he didn’t caught it, but of course he did.

“Is that yes to the question?” You were about to answer his question before he interrupted “You don’t even have to say it Y/n, I know that i make you nervous.”

“How—“

“How would i know? Alright, you never called me before, not unless there’s an emergency or a case, that’s why i got worried when you called. Your breathing—“ he paused for a second, taking a deep breath when he hears the tiny whine that escaped out of your lips, before continuing,

“Your breathing is labored, i can hear you hitches every time i said something that you know is true, i can also hear the way your knee bounce and hitting the dashboard each time- it’s a nervous tic and the only time you do it is when i’m near you. and from the way you stayed silent, trying to keep down any noises is the answer i needed to know that i’m right. The right question isn’t do i make you nervous, but why?”

When he finished talking, you hadn’t even realized that your knees were bouncing, immediately stilled your leg and cleared your throat, pushing every bit of bravery you have left to answer him “My apartment, in an hour. I’ll grab chinese on the way, and we can talk?”

“I’ll be there”

“Okay, ill see you—“

“And princess? drive safe”

Just Fucked.

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Your knees just couldn’t stop shaking with excitement as you set your small dining table with Chinese take outs, you even made sure to have spoon and fork ready for Spencer since he won’t use his chopsticks, smiling at the perfect looking table— you sprinted to your bedroom to check your appearance one last time. Wearing a simple dress and cardigan on top seemed appropriate enough to meet your coworker right? you stare at yourself in the mirror before adjusting the hair that fell down your sides, and taking a deep breath.

Knock, knock

You braced yourself, taking a deep breath before opening the door to see a smiling Spencer still in his work clothes with what looks like bags of candies in his hand— you could’ve sworn you were about to cry because he remembered, he remembered how much you love your candies, reminding you over and over again that the cause of your hyper-ness cant be from candies, “Sugar rush is not a thing (Y/n)” He said once before spewing out more statistics about sugar. But god, don’t you love it.

“Spencer, come in.” You stepped back as you let him in, before closing the door and wait for him to take off his converse and coat. The silence made you nervous, that you don’t even realize that you’re tapping your knuckles on the wooden door until he mentioned it,

“There, you’re nervous.” He dropped the candy bag—practically thrown it on the couch as he cornered you, with his chest pressing against yours and his hand cupping your jaw so delicately that you flutter your eyes shut, engulfing the warmth thats radiating off of him.

“What’s going on inside that pretty head of yours (Y/n)?” He whispered, knuckles brushing over your cheeks ever so slightly, causing the goosebumps to rise at his command, it’s crazy how much control he has over you already like he holds your life in his, but you don’t complained— you want this, you craved it. You have craved the feeling of being obsessed with someone again, it’s been so long since you’ve given up control, and your mind and body just wants a break from all the stress you’ve put yourself through it. And Spencer— Spencer might just be the perfect escape.

“you..” Your voice is thick and scratchy, like something was pressing against your throat, when in reality it was a mixture of lust and desire. “Me? What about me?” His eyes never left yours, as he brush your noses together. He was so close that you can almost taste his skin, you can almost feel the emotions that runs deep within his veins, what is it about Spencer Reid that draws you in so much?

Then he pulled away, with a satisfied grin on his face “I don’t know princess, you tell me” You were about to ask what he meant before the wheels in your head are finally clicking; you were thinking out loud— oh how he loves it when your cheeks are flushed, eyes droop as you endure yet another wave of embarrassment, and something about being this is so raw and exposed- not physically but you can almost sense it, sense how he sees what got you so needy, so powerless against him. It’s almost like he’s seen you naked before; naked below your skin, like he’s seen your insides, every right turns that ignite the fire inside of you, and every right switch that makes you tic and you’d be crazy if you’d say you don’t enjoy every bit of it.

“You know— you know what it is, you just want to taunt me” You gathered enough bravery to speak at last, biting your lower lip right after the words slipped out of your mouth, until his thumb pressed down just below the part that you don’t get to bite and pull. “Y/n, Stop biting your lip, or i’ll bite it for you.” His breathing is shallow, like he’s holding something back, and now is not the time to hold back— you thought. now is the time to just let go.

“Talk is cheap, Dr.Reid” You smiles cheekily— almost borderline bratty, and you know it. But the second those words left your mouth, the look on his face makes you hold out your whine— the look on his face is the look of anger, anger and full of temptation, like when adam bit the forbidden fruit. It was so stern that you almost apologize, wanting nothing more than to please him not disobey him. But before you get the chance, he pressed his lips against yours in a bruising manner.

This is it— the moment you’ve been craving.

The moment his lips touched yours, you surrender all control to him, giving him your all without even asking for anything in return, it’s like you were born to be his— the drunken lust part of your mind doesn’t seem to want to understand the logic behind any of this and how dangerous it is, not when the man you’ve loved for a long time is now sucking on your lower lip and push his tongue in to tangle it with yours. The sounds were filthy, filled with gasps and wet noises, your noses bumps against each other but you couldn’t care less, the oxygen grew thin inside your lungs but none of you seemed to mind, you were savoring each and every passing second of this.

His fingers are warm but the tips are cold suggesting how nervous and excited he was, you tilt your neck backwards as he wrapped them right on your neck, pressing them ever so gently, the pressure is enough to let you gasp out a moan onto the kiss. You both were positively burning from the pleasure, the need, and the lack of oxygen, everything is clouding your senses as much as its clouding his, and before you know it, he has to pull back in order for you both to still go to work tomorrow.

Gasping, you gulped down as much oxygen as possible as your knees buckled, you’re pretty sure you would’ve fell if it weren’t for his tight grip. You both calmed down, before coming back to your senses, everything is blurry and fuzzy inside your mind, yet you smiled— looking up at his disheveled state and smiled, “What does this mean?” is the only question you can get out of your chest.

“I— i may or may not have a crush on you Y/n..” he trailed off, licking his lips as he took a step back, his movements were so calculated and gentle that you’re afraid you had said something wrong that makes his demeanor changed— as if he didn’t know how happy you were to found out that your love for him isn’t one sided.

Gently, you reached for his hand then drag him with you down to sit on the sofa, grabbing the candy bag and picked out a cherry lollipop. Spencer let out a chuckle as he shakes his head— looking at you as you peeled the wrapper.

“What?”

“Nothing..”

“Spencer what?” You pouts as you hold the lollipop between your fingers, waiting for him to answer, “nothing, you just.. that’s your favorite” he smiled “i remembered the first day you joined, you were so nervous that you didn’t even realized you were still sucking on your cherry lollipop, only letting go of them when you saw me and your jaw—“

“Okay, you can stop now!” You paused him, pushing the lollipop through his lips, hiding your face on the crook of your arms, he laughs loudly as you hit his chest twice,

“Hey i’m just saying facts Princess, you were so cute i almost had the mind to bend you over the desk that very moment the lollipop dropped out of you gaping jaw.” He always managed to make every cell in your body feel like they’re being burned but- the good burn. You couldn’t help but to clench your thighs at his ‘facts’. This is the Spencer reid you never knew existed behind all the books and statistics. And you can’t lie and say that you didn’t love both because you love everything about him.

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because that’ll not be appropriate would it baby? In a work place after all, or have you thought about that before hm? me bending you over my table when everyone’s watching as you suck on these little lollipops that you love so much?” He pulled the lollipop out of his lips before smearing the sticky top on your lips, before throwing it to the trash can then pressing his lips on yours to kiss you again, this time gentler.

He took his time on devouring you, savoring every inch of your lips, and the depth of warmth inside your mouth like he was trying to imprint the feeling inside his memory so he could relived it over and over again— well he didn’t have to, you are his.

He pulled back gently as he smiled at you, you searched his eyes to know what he’s worrying about, and you knew exactly what it is. “I- i have had the longest crush on you too.. Spencer” You mumbled, playing with your fingers and reminiscing the taste of his lips on yours as you ran your tongue over them.

“But we can’t...”

“I know you’d say that.”

“How?”

“Lets just say, you were not as good at keeping your secrets as you thought you were, Princess.”

Your heart dropped and for the hundredth time that night, you knew you’re fucked for real this time.

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cakesunflower · 4 years

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Just My Kind [Teacher!Calum AU] Part 7

A/N: helloooooo i am back!! i’m sorry it took, like, forever for me to update this story omg. but i’m back with some more Odessa and Calum content hehe. happy reading!!

Her fingers in his hair was gentle, threading through the blonde strands lazily as opposed to the tight grip she’d had on them moments before. Neither of them made any indications of moving from their position, with Calum half laying on top of Odessa, face all but buried into the crook of her neck as his left arm lay across her bare stomach, their legs tangled together under the sheets, which were brought up to rest just below Odessa’s collarbones. The silence between them was comfortable, intimate, as they reveled in the afterglow of finally giving into one another, their breathing evening out and bodies melting into one another.

She was warm under him, skin soft and smooth against his own, and Calum felt his eyes flutter as Odessa continued running her fingers through his hair. As much as he was coming down from a high that shook him to his very core, Calum’s mind was still playing catch up with what had just occurred. Being with Odessa was something Calum had been thinking about for so long—since they’d become friends and he got to know her. And the more he became familiar with her, the stronger the urge to be with her became. Knowing Odessa was a privilege—getting to be with her went beyond that.

While her fingers raked through his hair, his own lightly trailed along her bare side, arm still resting across her body. His lips felt electric, an effect of kissing Odessa, selfishly wanting more. Instead, Calum broke their silence, voice soft as he said, “I know how to skate.”

Odessa’s hand didn’t stop its movement. Without evening glancing up at her, Calum could hear the amusement in her voice as she asked, “What?”

His cheek remained resting on her shoulder, left leg tangling with her right under the covers. “I know how to skate,” Calum repeated with a wry smile. “I just pretended to be struggling ’cause I knew you’d hold my hand.”

His reasoning sounded foolish, childish, even to his own ears, but Calum stood by it. He’d gone weeks without having much interaction with Odessa, a distance imposed by her without so much as a word to him, and they’d finally been getting on track after she’d explained it to him. But childish or slick, Calum got her to hold his hand, and the feeling of her gloved fingers wrapping around him was one he welcomed immediately. Of course, the sensation of her glove-free digits wrapping around his when his body hovered over hers, lips meeting lips as he jutted his hips towards where she’d been craving him most, was ten times more thrilling and wonderful.

“I know you were,” Odessa surprised him by answering, the smile evident in her tone. “You’re too good on your feet.”

Calum raised his eyebrows, feeling his grin widening as he lifted his head to look down at her, brown eyes meeting glimmering blue. His chest was pressed against hers, the pendant of a necklace Ashton had given to him—as well as Luke and Michael—dangling between them. “So you wanted to hold my hand too, huh?”

Odessa smiled, lips pink and kissed, her dark hair splayed against the white pillow. “Just a little,” she hummed before using her hand tangled in his hair to bring his head down, and Calum complied instantly to connect their lips.

Returning the kiss, Calum’s left hand slid up from her side to cup her jaw, her lips parting to deepen the kiss as Calum pressed into her. A low, appreciative moan sounded from Odessa’s throat at the sensation, and Calum’s lips smiled against hers, reveling in the familiar way her fingers tightened around his hair. Every kiss sent a shockwave of electricity through Calum’s veins, like every cell in his body was being reignited with the thrill of kissing Odessa, something he’d been yearning to do for so long. She was a breath of fresh air and Calum hadn’t realized he’d been suffocating until this moment.

“You gonna stay here tonight?” Odessa murmured, lips brushing against his as she spoke. They were so close, Calum could feel her long lashes fluttering against his own skin, could smell her fruity perfume he’d become so intimately familiar with—a pleasant combination of strawberry and vanilla.

His eyes met hers, a small smile tilting at his lips. “Can I?”

Her arm slid around his neck, nose bumping his own as she smiled, “Please.”

It was the best night’s sleep he’d had.

The next two days at Big Bear were spent indulging in the amenities of the resort. Calum enjoyed going on the slopes, either by himself or with a couple of students who genuinely enjoyed his company, and then joined Odessa whether it be going tubing, to the village, getting food, visiting the zoo—whatever they felt like taking part in. Though their chaperoning duties were never ignored, Calum made sure the two of them could selfishly steal away moments together, absent from the eyes of students and fellow teachers. Odessa never complained, all too compliant in his mischievous acts, a silent and mutual agreement that it was alright for them to have these instances with one another.

Too soon was the trip over, and by Sunday evening, the school buses were pulling into the school’s parking lot. The teachers who’d chaperoned waited for all of the students to go home before leaving themselves, which didn’t take too long given that every student had either driven to the school themselves or were carpooling. It only took a few minutes for the parking lot to empty out, and shouldering his duffel bag, Calum walked alongside Odessa to where her car was parked, just two spots away from his own.

The bus ride back home had been far more pleasant than when they had been heading to Big Bear. This time around, conversations between them flowed freely, the tense silence from the other day nowhere to be found. They had found a new familiarity between them, a sweet kind of intimacy, that allowed them to be more comfortable and open with one another than before. Of course, they had to be careful with what they talked about—they had been on a bus full of students, after all.

“You know, I still have to take you out on a first date,” Calum said casually, the loose gravel of the parking lot crunching under his shoes.

Odessa cast a look at him, eyebrows lifting in mild amusement. “Is that an observation or are you asking me out on a date?”

“Both,” Calum responded with a small grin. “Preferably before the madness of midterms week drives us up the walls.”

She scoffed as they reached her car, keys already in hand as she pressed the button to unlock the door. But Odessa made no move to get in, instead leaning back against the door, carry-on at her side as she gazed up at Calum. The sun was beginning to set, the sky cast in a pretty blend of pinks and purples, a soft glow on them—on her. Calum had quickly come to realize Odessa looked beautiful under any light, natural or not, and he was inclined to spend as much time as he could just by simply staring at her.

“You know most of my schedule,” she told him pointedly, shrugging slightly. “If you wanna go after school, that works. Or the weekend. Whichever.”

Calum hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head to the side. They were the last two in the parking lot, the rest of the teachers and students gone at this point. “Any preference of what you wanna do?”

“I’m fine with a simple dinner,” Odessa told him truthfully, smile quirking. “There’s this Mediterranean place I’ve been wanting to try downtown—if you’re down.”

He wasn’t surprised by her request; out of all the women Calum had come to know, Odessa was the most relaxed. There was nothing simple about her, in the best of ways, but if all she truly wanted was to have a nice dinner, then he would make sure she got it. Honestly, Calum didn’t care what they did—as long as he got to spend time with her. Calum took a step towards her, diminishing the small bit of space between them, dark eyes never leaving her bright blue. “So down,” he chuckled quietly.

Her smile widened a bit, biting her lower lip as she did so, and another thought reluctantly crept through Calum’s mind. With a slight tilt of his head, he asked, “Is this something you wanna keep between us—for now? Until you talk to Paige?”

Calum didn’t know the extent of what Paige said to Odessa—surely it was willful enough to push Odessa into putting some distance between him and her over the past few weeks. She had told Calum that she didn’t want him talking to Paige unless it had to do with his own relationship with Paige, because Odessa wanted to talk to her on her own as well, and Calum respected that decision. He just wanted to be careful with how they moved forward, not wanting to mess things up before they got started.

Odessa paused for a moment, a thoughtful glaze over her eyes as she looked away briefly, mind turning. Calum waited patiently as she let out a long breath. “For now, yeah,” she answered slowly, dragging her gaze to meet his once more. “I don’t want us to tell, like, Luke or anyone and then have them hide it from Paige, you know? If she finds out then she’s just gonna spin it into some ridiculous narrative,” she said with a roll of her eyes, like that very situation was one she could easily see coming to life.

He nodded along and with a quick note of the tension in her shoulders, Calum proceeded to try and ease some of it by smirking boyishly. “You sayin’ I’m your dirty little secret, Ms. Kline?” he mused, taking a step towards her, feeding into the constant need of wanting to be close to her.

Pink dusted across her cheeks and Calum reveled in the effect he had on her, lifting her chin to maintain their gaze as he wound his arms around her waist. Her hands gripped his arms, her own mouth quirking as she replied, “You seem pretty excited about that title, so I’m gonna say yes.” Calum couldn’t help but lean down and press a gentle kiss to her smiling lips, feeling her hand reach up so fingers could graze along his jaw. Odessa let out a soft breath when they parted. “No matter how I phrase my words, I know Paige’s gonna be pissed. And I don’t really care about that but I just—I don’t know, I wanna be prepared for the shit she’s gonna say, you know?” The pink in her cheeks darkened, eyes sheepishly meeting his as she added in a mumble, “That probably sounds so stupid.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Calum instantly reassured her, but a muscle in his jaw feathered at the idea of Paige running her mouth at Odessa. Maybe he was to blame, too. Maybe he’d given Paige some sort of false hope, or never was clear on his lack of interest. If Odessa had something to settle with Paige, then Calum knew he did, too. “You take your time and do what you have to do, Essa. I’ll be here the whole time.”

Her response was in the form of a grateful smile followed by another kiss, which Calum welcomed wholeheartedly.

*****

“Do you think it’s weird that this doesn’t feel weird?”

Odessa raised her eyebrows as she sipped at her Coke, lips curling against the rim of the glass before setting it down. With a teasing smile, she asked, “Did you expect this to feel weird?”

Across from her, Calum chuckled lowly, arms folding on top of the table as he leaned forward. “Not at all,” he replied smoothly. Then he grinned, the smile that always caught Odessa’s breath. “On the contrary—I’m relieved there’s no first date awkwardness, you know?”

She did know. Odessa had been on enough first dates to recognize when they would lead to a longer relationship or if they’d end right there. Before every first date, Odessa remembered feeling the anxious nerves that always accompanied the excitement, the worry of whether or not the man she was with would be interested in her enough to want to see her again. But before, she’d gone out with men set up by other friends, men she hadn’t known quite well.

This time, though, she knew the man who sat across from her. For the past few months, she’d gotten to known Calum; they became friends, a lot closer than she had expected them to grow. But he understood her, he gave her a sense of balance she hadn’t known she needed. He was her friend; someone who’d gotten to know her quite well, who Odessa was so unbelievably comfortable around that she never once felt as though she had to be someone else around him. He’d shown her exactly the kind of sincere man he was and Odessa hadn’t realized whatever walls she may have had disappeared almost immediately upon their introduction.

“I’m not surprised there’s no awkwardness,” Odessa told him with a knowing laugh as her blue eyes met his brown. “Are you?”

“Absolutely—I’m surprised we’re actually here.”

Odessa raised an eyebrow, a playful glint seeping into her eyes as Calum took a sip of his drink following his words. The two of them were sitting on the outdoor patio of the Mediterranean restaurant Odessa had told him about, lights strung up above them and potted plants making up the perimeter of the patio. “Really?” Odessa questioned with another laugh. “After what happened on the trip, you’re surprised we’re on a date?”

Calum grinned widely, boyish and handsome as the smile he wore called for the crinkles to appear in the corners of his warm brown eyes, illuminated by the glow of the lights above them. “Just relieved to know you didn’t lose interest,” he teased in return, throwing her a wink.

Odessa leaned forward as well, her eyebrows flicking up, grin ever present. “Maybe I’m just in it for the free dinner.” Not that she would let him pay; she was perfectly fine with splitting the bill. She shrugged one shoulder, relenting, “But I guess the company’s not half bad.”

Half bad, my ass. Odessa’s grin couldn’t be anymore genuine if she tried. Was it silly of her to feel so thrilled, so giddy, over the fact that she was currently having dinner with Calum? They’d gone out to eat a number of times before, but this felt different. And not just because they’d already slept together, had already crossed the line from being friends. No; right now, with the busy buzz of other restaurant patrons around them mingling with the noise of the city, with the lights above them twinkling and bathing the man in front of her in a warm glow, Odessa knew all of this was different.

It was a step towards reaching a happiness she hadn’t thought she’d get. And, no, she wasn’t letting her overall happiness depend on a man, but she would be a fool not to acknowledge the relief that warmed her at the notion of being on something as simple as a date with Calum. And maybe that was silly, given that they’d slept together before this night, but she didn’t care. All of her focus was on Calum and that, by simply looking at him and knowing him, she was well aware that he was just as eager and excited to be there as she was.

As the two of them enjoyed their appetizer of hot pita bread with hummus and tzatziki sauce, Calum asked, “Can I be honest with you, Essa?”

She sat up, a curious tilt in her head. “Always.”

“I didn’t think I’d get to have this chance.” Odessa blinked at him, momentarily unsure of what he meant, and a corner of Calum’s lips quirked up in a small smile. “Figured that we were only ever going to stay friends—nothing more. It’s why I never asked you out sooner because—another truth? I wanted to ask you out within one week of knowing you.”

Odessa could truly feel her heart leap into her throat at Calum’s confession, unable to help the way her eyes widened ever so slightly. That long—he’d been wanting to be with her for that long? That was only slightly longer than Odessa wanting him—slightly. But still, the admission had her heart beginning to race. “Really?” she asked, and she would be embarrassed by how breathless she sounded if who she was speaking to was someone else. But with Calum, Odessa never truly felt insecure. “Only after a week of knowing me?”

He smiled, boyish and playful. “Honestly, Luke talked about you enough before you ever moved here to make it seem like I already knew you,” Calum said, and Odessa sent a mental thanks to their tall blonde friend. “He’s one of my best friends and if he liked you that much, I knew if I ever met you, we’d get along well. And then he told me you were going to be my new colleague and it felt almost too perfect to know we had something as significant as our careers in common.” He paused, letting out a short, almost sheepish, chuckle. “That probably sounds stupid.”

“It doesn’t,” she assured him. Odessa bit the inside of her cheek, a brief silence between them, her gaze never leaving his as she finally asked, “And when you actually got to know me?”

There was nothing but uncompromised truth in his dark eyes, in his words, as he instantly responded, “You were better than anything I could’ve imagined.”

Her cheeks flamed at the compliment, heart erratic, and for a moment Odessa remained breathless because of how Calum gazed at her. She didn’t think she ever was the subject of someone’s pure attention the way she was of Calum’s. He stared at her like he couldn’t get enough—stared at her the way she thought about him. Dipping a piece of pita in hummus, Odessa found herself mumbling, “You give me too much credit.”

Not insecure—shy. Not used to being admired the way Calum did her. None of the men she’d been with before made her feel this way—like she was freefalling but wasn’t at all afraid, knowing there was someone to catch her at the bottom. Knowing that Calum was there.

“No, I don’t,” Calum hummed. And the way he looked at her, Odessa knew that he knew her shy demeanor was just because of that—shyness, not insecurity. Which was why his lips curled into a smirk, leaning back in his seat as he gave a one shouldered shrug, “But I guess that’s alright—given that you so obviously thought the same thing about me when we first met.”

There was a wickedly playful glint in his eyes, and Odessa felt her body relaxing and warming at the same time. The smile returned to her lips, widening as she said, “I’d say you’re full of yourself, but you’re not wrong.”

“Really?” Calum asked, eyebrows shooting up as if that were news to him, as if he hadn’t just acknowledged it seconds ago. Leaning forward once more, the mischief sparking in his eyes, Calum jerked his chin. “Go on—what was the first thing you thought when you saw me?”

Her response was instant. “That you weren’t as tall as Luke.”

Calum’s expression fell flat and Odessa burst into laughter, unable to keep it in at the sight of the pout on his lips and narrowing of his eyes. “Nobody’s as tall as that fuckin’ giant,” Calum grumbled, resembling a petulant child, which only made Odessa laugh more. But she noted the twitch in his lips, knowing he was struggling to keep a straight face.

Odessa’s laughter softened as she decided to give him the truth. “I thought you were handsome,” she told him factually despite the warmth in her skin. “And that yellow was a really great color on you.” Oh, she definitely remembered the yellow button down he’d worn on her first day of teaching—and the tattoos on full display she’d become intimately familiar with recently. “And then I got to know you and realized you’re more than just a pretty face.” Afterall, there was so much more to him than just that breathtaking smile.

The same smile he was giving her now, but before Calum could respond, their waiter returned with their food, Odessa’s mouth watering at the chicken platter placed in front of her. As the two of them reached for their utensils, Calum said, “You know, I’m glad we waited until now to do this.”

Odessa glanced up from where she was placing a napkin on her lap. “You are?”

“Think about it—” Calum grinned, and Odessa was positive that he hadn’t stopped doing that since the moment he had picked her up, which made her heart flutter all on its own. He spoke with his hands, the few rings he wore, along with the chain bracelet, glinting as it caught the light. “We built a solid friendship over the months which only served to help you realize how into me you are—” Odessa let out a startled yet amused laugh at his casualness and Calum snickered. She wasn’t necessarily going to argue with him, and he knew that. “And because of that, we realized how much of a perfect fit we are and we’re finally doing this.”

Her cheeks were hurting from how much she was smiling, absolutely smitten by Calum and how damn easy this was with him. So effortless. She smiled at him, knowing he could tell she agreed by the look in her eyes as she repeated, “A perfect fit, huh?”

His smile turned wolfish, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned forward, deep voice dropping low as he said, “If you’d like another demonstration, I’d be more than happy to show you, Ms. Kline.”

Odessa’s cheeks flushed, images of what they’d gotten up to at Big Bear flashing through her mind without warning, and she could feel her heart picking up its pace at the smirk Calum wore. Like he knew exactly what she was thinking about that was warming her skin. She dropped her gaze to her food, pulling her smiling lower lip into her mouth before she looked at him once more. The heat in his gaze was enough to melt her as she found herself saying, “Maybe after dinner.”

It hadn’t been difficult to keep that promise.

After dinner—they’d spent a little over two hours at the restaurant, lost in their chatter and each other’s company—Calum had asked if Odessa would want to come over for a drink or two, and who was she to reject such an offer?

And yet their wine sat forgotten on the coffee table, glasses half drunk before Odessa and Calum’s interest shifted to one another. She wasn’t one to wear dresses often, but Odessa damn near celebrated the decision to wear a summer dress on her date with Calum—and appreciated the warm weather of California. Her dress, a dusty pink spaghetti strapped number, worked in her favor as she straddled Calum’s lap, knees bent on either side of his thighs, her hands grasping his jaw as he kissed her like she was the breath of fresh air he was desperate for.

His own hands had disappeared under the spread of the skirt of her dress, his touch warm against the bare skin of her thighs as the rings added a chilling sensation. Odessa couldn’t give a shit about the wine and she knew neither could Calum. It had been his subtle way of inviting her home with him instead of outright crudely suggesting it, and she knew that he knew she would understand what he was asking from her. Odessa was more than willing to give him exactly what they both wanted.

“I really did intend for us to have a couple of drinks, y’know,” Calum spoke against her lips, voice a deep rasp that sent shivers down her spine.

His lips were so soft, faintly tasting of the bottle of red they’d abandoned, and Odessa couldn’t get enough of his kisses. “Sure you did,” she smiled, right hand reaching up to push back some short blonde curls that fell across his forehead. Her nose brushed against his, hooded gaze on Calum as she mused, “We could go back to just drinking, if you want.”

That wasn’t at all what he wanted. They both knew it.

That wicked glint returned to his eyes that dropped to her mouth. “Maybe later,” he dismissed before capturing her lips in another searing, heart stopping kiss.

Odessa’s shoes had long since been kicked off, and as her fingers buried in the soft locks of Calum’s hair, he smoothly pushed himself to his feet as Odessa’s legs automatically wrapped around his hips. Calum moved them around his house efficiently, never once breaking the kiss as they entered his bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him in case Duke woke up from his slumber in the living room and trotted inside. Couldn’t have that.

Odessa couldn’t hope to keep track of every piece of clothing that slid off their bodies, too wrapped up in the kisses Calum dizzied her with, both of their bodies moving on their own accord to undress and become as close as they could. She was vaguely aware of the soft mattress beneath her, aware that she was almost completely naked as her hand slid up the expanse of Calum’s bare, tattooed chest, fingers hooking around the chain of his necklace as he loosely bit his lower lip, watching her heatedly as he slipped her underwear right off her legs.

She was greedy for him; for the taste of him, for the feel of his skin against hers—everything Calum had to offer, Odessa desperately wanted it. He was a sight to behold as he kneeled above her, blonde hair mussed from her fingers and lips kissed and swollen. The glaze of his eyes as he looked down at her, hunger and need ever present, was enough to set her skin on fire as Calum finally leaned down to connect their lips.

Odessa could feel the cool metal of his necklace brushing against the base of her throat as his teeth nipped at her lower lip before his tongue slid in, his left arm propping him above her as she felt his right hand slide down her body. Odessa was sure Calum could feel her heart racing, their chests pressed together, and she gasped against his mouth at the shock of his finger brushing against her folds.

His lips, teeth, and tongue teased her neck and throat as he pushed a finger in, and Odessa dug her fingers into his back as he pulled sounds out of her that sang like music to Calum’s ears. He never ceased his ministrations, taunting her with one finger and then two, his lips never leaving her skin before silencing her moans with deep kisses.

His fingers worked her expertly, thumb playing with her clit as Odessa groaned against him, fingers digging into his back as her hips moved on a mind of their own, grinding against him. Calum chuckled against her lips breathily, voice a deep rasp as he mused thoughtfully, “I was planning on taking my time with you—”

“Later,” Odessa ground out, the mere thought of having to wait to feel him inside her in the way that mattered driving her crazy. Because, knowing them, there most likely would be a later, and Calum could do whatever he planned then.

He smirked, looking all to like a man who knew exactly what he was doing to her, his fingers never ceasing their movements, tongues sliding together in a dance they’d never tire of. Calum was sinfully slow in his movements, purposefully taking his time in drawing out the release Odessa sought, not even allowing her to creep to the edge when he pulled his fingers out.

She let out a pathetic whimper against his lips at the loss of contact, a shaky breath escaping her as Calum broke the kiss. She knew she looked as flushed as she felt, watching as Calum brought his hand up, two fingers slick with her, and her heart raced as she watched him lick his fingers clean.

“As sweet as you look,” Calum commented after pulling his finger out of his mouth, and the sight of it had a new heat pooling in Odessa’s core, hands eagerly grasping at his jaw before pulling him down once more. She tasted herself on him, moaning into his mouth, his hand tightening its grip on her hip as she felt the delicious scratch of his stubble against her skin.

Lost in his kisses, Odessa could vaguely hear some shuffling as Calum pulled out a condom, breaking the kiss as she watched him tear open the package with his teeth, brown eyes never leaving her blue.

He was between her legs, large hands gripping her hips, and through her indulgent haze, Odessa flicked her eyebrows up when Calum paused. With a small grin, he mused, “I want you to know I don’t normally do this after the first date.”

A huff of a laugh escaped her, his touch electrifying her veins as he peered down at her. Skin on fire, Odessa breathlessly responded, “Glad to know I got you to deviate from your usual routine.”

His grin widened, eyes dark as he drank in the sight of her, naked and ready for him. He looked like a man starved, ready to devour her. She was desperate for it. Calum leaned over her, lean body covering hers and Odessa’s throat locked in anticipation when she felt him brush against her entrance. Calum’s hair brushed against her forehead, lips slanting against hers as he murmured, “You’re the exception.”

He slid into her and Odessa clung to him, never getting enough of him, the need to be close to him in every way burning through her. Not for the first time Odessa wondered how she went so long without this; without the delirious sensation of Calum fitting inside her, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers, or the way everything else in the world melted away when he kissed her like it was the last thing he’d ever do.

They’d kept themselves away from each other for longer than either of them would’ve liked—it was a realization they’d come to on that night at Big Bear. They would be damned if they kept away from one another now.

*****

The next two and a half weeks hurried by in a blur. Midterms came quickly and Odessa, and fellow teachers, were swamped with grading exams, more or less hounding students for missed assignments, and calculating all of their grades as the semester wrapped up. But then the holiday break rolled around, and despite the excitement of the festivities, Odessa felt at peace.

Her mom had finally arrived, alongside her boyfriend, Mitchell—Mitch—and her grandparents’ house was full of joy and love and presents. School wouldn’t be back in session until January second, so Odessa took whatever time she didn’t spend with her family making lesson plans for the second half of the school year. But Odessa felt so relaxed in the company of her family—of her mother who she hadn’t seen for a while and the overall festive fun that surrounded them. They’d decorated the tree, she had baked enough cookies with Grams to feed an army, and enjoyed beating everyone else in various rounds of Scrabble. Her grandfather had half a mind to kick her out of the game, claiming it wasn’t fair an English teacher was playing against them.

Being surrounded by her family had put Odessa to ease. She hadn’t seen much of her friends, everyone too busy with their own families to venture out—especially Calum, who was in New Zealand with his mother, their only form of communication a few texts throughout the day. Not that Odessa minded; he hadn’t seen his mother in a while, like she hadn’t seen her own. She understood his need to spend as much time with his mom, just like she did hers.

Truthfully, Odessa was grateful for the holiday season. It allowed her to put off a conversation she wasn’t too keen on having with Paige—though one, she knew, she would have to have sooner rather than later. When winter break was rolling around, Odessa had sheepishly confessed to Calum that she wanted to wait until after the festivities to talk to Paige, though she had been nervous he would somehow interpret her putting off the conversation as her not taking her blooming relationship with Calum seriously. But to her great relief, he had agreed, saying that he’d been thinking of talking to Paige after Christmas time, too.

“Besides, I’ll be a whole ocean away—it’s not like she can keep flirting while I’m in New Zealand,” Calum had joked during their last lunch together before he had flown off.

Odessa had rolled her eyes at him, sourly telling him that Paige would probably find a way. Calum had chuckled and kissed her, and Odessa had promptly put any thoughts of Paige out of her head.

But now she sighed. It was Christmas Eve and she was sitting on the back porch, looking up at the dark sky glittering with stars, as the taunting voice in the back of her head called her pathetic for putting it off for too long. She tried to justify it by telling herself that, as much as Paige annoyed her, Odessa wasn’t in the business of being a downer on the holidays. Besides, it wasn’t like she was avoiding the problem; she was very much aware it was there and needed to be fixed. She had no intention of Paige continuing whatever pursuits she had on the man Odessa was in a relationship with.

Not that anyone actually knew about them, save for Odessa’s family. Still, though, her and Calum were together and if Paige wanted to be with him without anything being held over her head and pressing down on her like a weight, she would need to talk to Paige sooner rather than later. Clear the air and either once and for all distance herself from her or start over. Though, if Odessa was being honest, she was more inclined to go with the former.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

Odessa looked over her shoulder to see her mother step out, two mugs of what Odessa could smell as rich hot chocolate in her hand. “Yeah, I’m good,” she answered with a small smile, patting the space next to her. “Sit.”

Handing Odessa one of the mugs, her mom settled down, arms braced on her knees as she looked at her daughter. “So what’s going on with you? You had your lost-in-thought face on before.”

Odessa quirked an eyebrow, pointing out, “How would you know? You were standing behind me.”

Her mom scoffed, shooting her a look. “You think I need to see your face to know?” she returned, and Odessa’s lips tilted up. “Come on—spill.”

Odessa stalled for a moment by taking a sip of the hot chocolate, the warm drink delicious on her tongue as the cicadas chirped in the night. “There’s nothing to spill, honestly. I’m just dreading my inevitable conversation with Paige.”

“Ah,” her mom nodded, eyebrows flicking up in understanding. Despite her mom constantly being away because of work, Odessa still found time to let her mother know the on goings of her life. The two of them were quite close, especially after everything they went through with Odessa’s dad, so there was no way Odessa didn’t let her know about the situation she was caught in with Paige and Calum. “Do you want my opinion?”

Odessa shot her a wry smile. “We both know you’ll give it anyway.”

Her mom grinned, gripping her mug in both hands. The porch light above them softened her features, showing off the few streaks of grey coloring her otherwise dark hair. “I don’t think you owe Paige anything.” Odessa blinked in surprise, not at all expecting her mom, of all people, to say that. “From what you’ve told me, there was never a relationship between her and Calum—it’s not like you swiped her boyfriend, honey. It was just bad luck on her part for wanting someone who has an interest in you and not her. That doesn’t make it your fault. Or Calum’s.”

“I—that’s not how she’s going to see it,” Odessa said, stumbling over her words as her mom’s registered in her head.

“And how are you to blame for that?” her mom challenged with a raise of her eyebrow. She clicked her tongue, turning so she was facing Odessa, their knees brushing together. “Look, if you want to talk to her to clear the air, to get her to stop pursuing Calum, then that’s fine. But I sincerely hope you’re not going to apologize to the girl for being in a relationship.”

Odessa blinked at her mother, letting what she said sink in as her grip on the mug tightened. No—Odessa wasn’t going to apologize to Paige for being with Calum. Apologizing for that meant that Odessa was sorry for it, which she wasn’t. The relief and happiness she had felt when she realized he felt the same way about her, the contentment she had experienced that night in her hotel room, were all feelings she could never be sorry for. Seeing him in the hallways at school after they got back from the trip and having that knowledge of them being together was giddy enough to drive her up the walls.

How could she ever be sorry for it?

“No,” Odessa said absently, distracted by the conclusion she came to. She could feel her mom’s gaze on her as she finally looked at her, giving a determined nod. “No apologies. I have nothing to be sorry for, and I’m not going to let her make me feel like I do.” Because knowing Paige, that’s exactly what Odessa would be in for.

Not this time.

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