#my doorways are too narrow for my chair so i can only use it around my room :

[plague-parade]

every day i lust after power assist wheels

#alber twion….. i want you so bad #does anyone have a spare $7K they could lend me #part of me wants to crowdfund for them bc i know insurance wont cover it #for my plan it has to be required to go around the house to be covered #my doorways are too narrow for my chair so i can only use it around my room :/ #(i have to take a wheel off to get it through the door) #but the other part of me knows like. my very rich dentist uncle could pay for them w no financial repercussions #but my entire family thinks me using the chair is temporary :/ #:-( #my life would be so much easier with them

[saythenametotheworld]

I Can See You

Genre: workplace romance ; oneshot

Pairing: Jung Jaehyun x Reader

Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+)

Notes: 16k words, song prompt was I Can See You by Taylor Swift. Had a bad writer's block and wrote this on a whim in the middle of the night while I was high on Speak Now TV and fueled with cold coffee. Synopsis: After a wild, unforgettable hookup with Jung Jaehyun, you were convinced you'd never see him again. Apparently, you were wrong because why is he strutting into your office as your newest coworker?

"So, are you going to Tiff's birthday party? We'll go to that new bar downtown. The one that recently had a big opening."

You shook your head without glancing at your coworker, Jenna. Your eyes were focused on the task flashing on your computer screen. "I have plans with my sister."

"I see. That's too bad. You haven't gone out with us in a long time. I thought I'd be able to convince you this time."

You gave her a quick glance and an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I've been busy."

Jenna narrowed her eyes at you. "Are you sure you didn't get a boyfriend? You used to be the life of the party. Now you rarely ever show up. I mean, even though your sister has moved in with you, I don't think that's enough reason to suddenly change your habits."

"No, Jen. No boyfriend. I love partying with you girls, but lately, I just don't feel like it. Do you know what I think about every day when I clock in for work?" you grumbled at her curious expression. "Clocking out."

"Oh my god, you're getting old," Jenna faked a gasp that made you laugh.

"I'll make it up to you though."

"It's fine if you don't. But do let me know when you're feeling up to it again." Jenna flashed a wide grin. "We'll tear this city apart when you do."

Your chat was cut short when you spotted your department's head walking into the office. Jean rushed to her desk and there was a quick shuffle of feet before everyone settled in their own spaces. You eyed your department head and saw that he was coming in with someone else. It must be the new analyst who's officially replacing the last one who resigned recently. That's great because Tiffany's been going through double her usual workload as the only data analyst on your team.

"Good morning, Team!" your department head greeted. "Today's a good day."

Indeed it is, you think so too. It's probably even the best day in the office, given the immaculate sight before you.

"My, my. Look at that..." Jenna discreetly tapped on your shoulder. "A tall, handsome gentleman has graced this tiny workspace with his presence."

You just shook your head dismissively despite also thinking the same thing. When your eyes flitted back to the two men standing by the doorway, you found the new guy's eyes fixated on you. It was like you had been hit by a freight train, the nerves making your heart beat wildly and your eyes widen ever so slightly when you recognized him. Jung Jaehyun.

"This is Jaehyun. Starting today, he will be joining our team as our new data analyst. I trust all of you to help him settle down and get to know our company. I also expect all of you to get along well."

"Yes, sir!"

"Welcome Jaehyun!"

"Welcome to the team!"

Your coworkers immediately gathered around him, greeting, introducing themselves, and welcoming him into the team. Jenna slides towards you in her chair.

"Is it just me or have I seen him before?"

"I'm sure it's just you," you lied, chuckling nervously as you cleared your throat.

Jaehyun was courteous, greeting every single one of you and shaking hands with everyone. You notice him lingering a little longer by your desk but pay it no mind and treat him like it's your first time meeting him. He examined your face as if he was trying to see if you really didn't recognize him at all. That look made you a little impatient, especially after flashes of memories displayed in your head; ones where he was giving you the same intense gaze while you were straddling him.

"It's nice to meet you, y/n." He smiled before leaving your desk and even after he was gone, the way he said your name replayed in your head like a broken record.

"You think he's hot, don't you?" Jenna teased. You had been trying to focus on your job but Jaehyun's desk had to be across the room, right within your line of sight. He was going through some papers with Tiffany, seemingly getting his first taste of his new job post.

He was just as dashing as you remembered, in his complete set of suit and neatly styled hair. Although when you first met, he didn't have his coat or his glasses on. He probably doesn't even need those unless he's reading or something. You know his eyesight works well, judging by how clearly he can navigate even in the dim lights of the hotel room you locked yourselves in a few months back. The memory made you squeeze your legs together, feeling a nervous but euphoric rush run down your heart to your stomach. You cleared your throat, tugging on Jenna's arm to excuse yourself.

In the restroom, you checked yourself out in the mirror and washed your hands for no reason. That night with Jaehyun was like a fever dream, almost surreal. What's even more surreal was meeting him again, even in an actual dream. After that night, you regretted escaping in the morning while he was still asleep. You regretted not giving him your phone number when he asked for it and also not asking for his. You never saw him again after that, even when you tried going back to the place you first met him. You've come to make peace with the fact that you will never be able to see him again, or even meet anyone like him. Yet now he comes strutting into your office and introduces himself as your new coworker? You can't tell if you're being rewarded or screwed over.

"So, Jaehyun..." Tiffany was beaming when she approached you and Jenna by the pantry. "I invited him to come with us tonight and he's totally down."

"You invited him?" Jenna exclaimed in disbelief and Tiffany nodded. "He's a guy."

Tiffany shrugged nonchalantly. "And? It's my birthday. Besides, Carl and the department chief are coming too so technically, this isn't a girls' night out."

That seemed to have convinced Jenna. "That makes sense."

Tiffany turned to you and started batting her eyelashes. "So, is my favorite colleague coming tonight?"

You chuckled at the flattery. "I would love to—"

"Ah," Tiffany cut you off, covering her ears. "I don't wanna hear it."

"Tiff..." you lilted but she just pouted and shook her head.

"I know exactly what comes after 'I would love to', y/n," she ranted, looking sulky. "It's my birthday."

"I know that but it's also my sister's birthday, so..."

"Oh." Tiffany softened at you after hearing your reason. "I didn't know we had the same birthday."

You just shrugged. Tiffany went on to suggest celebrating together but you declined because you've already made a reservation in a nice restaurant and you'll be with your parents. She tried charming you to agree to meet them at the bar after you're done with the family dinner and you could only say you'll try but won't make any promises. Honestly, knowing Jaehyun would be there too piqued your interest. Now you're curious to know what would happen at the bar, but you held it all in. You're simply just tired and would rather go home after a nice dinner than spend energy on socializing until late. Not even the hot specimen will be enough to convince you otherwise.

You had a hearty family dinner and Tiffany had her party. Judging by the stories on their social media, you can tell your coworkers had plenty of fun. Strangely, as you swiped through their posts, you didn't feel any ounce of envy at all. In the past, you would've been the organizer of this party. You would be coming home wasted, or not come home at all. But instead, you're wrapped in your blankets, scrolling through your phone on a Friday. You do feel bad about turning Tiffany down, but you won't swap this peaceful weekend for any rowdy, noisy, and dizzying nightclub.

Jenna was right. You're getting old. But you also know sooner or later, they'll succumb to the same lifestyle as yours right now.

Your finger pressed on one picture in Tiffany's long array of stories, the one where Jaehyun was posing with your colleagues. He stood out the most, with his pearly white skin and tall height. In his hand was a bottle of beer, his cheeks and chest were rosy due to alcohol and the rims of his eyes were pinkish. Your eyes focused on his lips, plump and red under the flash of the camera. Your mind spiraled again, falling into an immediate recollection of the one-night stand with Jaehyun. The weather was cold at the time, but Jaehyun's skin was hot against yours. His eyes were fiery with lust, staring you down and scanning your entire being as if he were trying to memorize you. His arms were strong, and so were his chest. You remember how the high came as quickly as it left, and how it was the best part of the whole thing. It was an intense night out, and an even intense hook-up. You will never forget that, nor will you be able to compare it to anything else you've had before. That night with Jaehyun was so good that it almost felt illegal; like a vice that will get you addicted to it if you're not careful.

You tossed your phone across the bed, taking deep breaths to calm your raging hormones. You would never admit to anyone, even to yourself, that part of the reason you stopped going on night outs was because of Jaehyun. Everything about him has been imprinted in your mind that nothing about your nightlife satisfied you anymore, especially not the guys who tried to humor you.

"Fuck my life," you mumbled to yourself, dreading Monday as much as you're looking forward to it. Jaehyun will be there. That idea made you feel giddy and nervous at the same time and you hate feeling overwhelmed, especially about a guy.

Monday rolled in like clockwork and you imagined yourself bumping into Jaehyun at the building entrance. Obviously, you didn't, but you did catch him inside the elevator. He gave you a small smile as you stepped into the elevator with a few other employees. You stood right next to him, your shoulders brushing slightly because the lift was packed.

"Good morning," he greeted casually and you tried not to collapse on your knees.

"Good morning, Mr. Jung."

Jaehyun's smile widened. "You act like we don't know each other."

"Pardon me, Mr. Jung," you chimed, smiling sweetly at him. "But I would rather keep things professional in the workplace. So, wherever it is that you remember knowing me from, I'd appreciate it if you don't bring it up at work."

Jaehyun pursed his lips, his brows forming a knot. "I was talking about the way you addressed me just now. You're the only one who calls me that here. Everyone else calls me by name."

You opened your mouth to retort but then closed it again and avoided his gaze. Jaehyun's grin didn't leave his lips until you were out of the elevator. That annoyed you a little, knowing he was amused about you feeling awkward. You sat in front of your computer all day, looking pissed. Jenna chatted with you several times but you just gave her the bare minimum of your attention. By 3pm, your coworkers were chatting randomly among themselves and while most of them found Jaehyun to be the most interesting one in your bunch, you drowned in your own work instead of participating. You feel awkward enough seeing him around, and even more so because you know you want him. You want all of him. But given that your office has a rule against dating coworkers, you can only dream. You wonder if you can take more of this agonizing situation, and you wonder how much his presence would affect your daily office life.

You must be delusional or have high self-esteem because, for the next few days, you were convinced that Jaehyun was as antsy as you were. Several times you caught him staring at you intently, with his forehead creasing and his lips pursed, not even avoiding your gaze like he meant for you to notice him staring. Even around your coworkers, you can see him watching you with those eyes. You're not oblivious to the meaning behind those gazes and you're not ignoring them either. You acknowledged them, every single one. You gave him the same exact look with the same exact intention. Each time you brushed past each other, regardless of how close or far apart you are, he always made sure to graze your arm, or your elbow, or your shoulder; especially your shoulder when you're wearing something that exposes them. Each time your name is mentioned in your small office, his eyes follow the direction of your desk. And your desks just have to be positioned right across each other's. Far apart, but face to face.

You know he wasn't being discreet and you hoped he would because sooner or later, people will start to notice how he paid attention to you. You can tell by the way your colleagues would randomly tug him because he was in a daze staring at you, and the way someone would always clear their throat to prompt him.

One night, during overtime, when you had to cram some paperwork for the monthly audit, you were alone in the pantry making coffee for yourself when Jaehyun walked in. You held your breath for a moment, giving him a nervous smile before reverting your attention to the coffee machine.

"Evening," he greeted, his voice deep and throaty, damn attractive.

"Evening," you greeted back, watching him reach for a mug from the cupboard. He stood there with you, waiting for the brewing coffee, but your senses were on high alert because of the proximity. Your shoulders were almost touching and his hand on the counter sat close to yours.

"Seeing any light at the end of this tunnel?" he asked, referring to the loads of work everyone had piled up.

"The only light I'm seeing is daylight. We'll be here until the morning," you huffed, sagging your shoulders as you glanced down your wristwatch. It's 11pm but you eventually stopped caring about the time when you saw his pinky finger linking with yours.

"Well, if you need a hand, just let me know."

Your eyes were fixated on your linked fingers but you still replied. "I'm sure you have plenty on your plate as it is."

"How about you try not to decline someone's good intentions," he chimed, letting go of your finger to properly place his hand over yours. "Especially if it's mine?"

"I don't think you mean good intentions, Jaehyun," you purred, challenging his bluff. His lips lifted into a smile, revealing a set of dimples that would have looked cute if only he wasn't staring at you like he was ready to devour you at any moment.

"As long as we're on the same page, I don't care how you label my intentions."

You stared at each other for a while, conversing with your eyes and seemingly coming to an agreement. Your self-restraint had always been thin, but right now it's at its thinnest and your rationality is working hard to remind you that you're in the office and anyone can walk in on you anytime.

The coffee machine beeps, signaling that the coffee is ready. You drew your hand from under his hold and were about to grab the kettle when Jaehyun yanked your hand back and pulled you into his arms, locking you there.

"Jaehyun!" you scolded in a hushed voice. He lets you go after a soft whisper in your ear that had his lips brushing on the sensitive skin. The pantry door opens and you jolted a little in surprise. Jenna lets out a big huff.

"If I die today, know that I loved working with all of you," she said dramatically.

Jaehyun chuckled, grabbing the kettle and pouring himself a coffee. "Hang in there," he comforted Jenna as he poured some on your mug too.

He left after that while you stood rooted on your spot, your mind in shambles because of Jaehyun. Jenna had to shake your shoulder to prompt you.

"Are you okay?"

You flashed a fake smile. "Yeah. Of course."

Jenna gave you a pitiful gaze. "This is killing you too right?"

"Right," you sighed, taking your mug from the countertop. "Let's have some more of this and hope we get through the night."

"Amen," Jenna quaked.

You go back to your desk, but your mind cannot focus on work now. Your heart started beating wildly in your chest the moment you were alone with Jaehyun, and it hasn't stopped since. You tried not to pay him any attention, but he was right across the room so it was impossible. When your eyes met his, he lifted his ID card to show it to you, and that made you look away. You grabbed your headphones and played music to drown your thoughts and hopefully focus on your task. But Jaehyun's melodic voice was still in your head.

'Did you know everyone at the motel knew my name when I stepped out the morning after?'

Fuck him. And fuck motels with crappy soundproofing.

Jaehyun was still smug about you getting flustered by what he said. Now you're thinking he did that to see how much of an effect he has on you. Why bother? He already knows he had you in a chokehold.

"Hey, still swamped?" Tiffany asked sleepily, sinking her chin on your shoulder. You leaned your head on hers and sighed.

"Halfway there, but I'm just finishing up on this one file. I'll work on the rest tomorrow." You were all required to finish work tonight, but after seeing how late it had gotten, your chief eventually told everyone to go home, saying he'd ask the higher-ups for an extension.

"Yeah, it's impossible to finish everything tonight," she grumbled. "Don't stay too long though. No job is worth dying for."

"I know," you sighed, giving her a comforting smile. "See you tomorrow, Tiff."

"See you."

Half of your office is now vacant and the only ones left are you, Carl, and Jaehyun who seemed to be working at a steady pace while still giving you a hard tease. You ignored him altogether, eager to just finish this one paper. But then you caught him yawning from your peripheral view, making you peer over your computer screen to watch. He took off his tie completely and tucked it away before unbuttoning the first two buttons of his shirt. Then he flexed his arms and rubbed his nape, seemingly trying to shake off the drowsiness. The way he closed his eyes and threw his head back while massaging his neck is getting you riled up. You told yourself to look away, but your eyes were fixated on the masculine display before you. It was also at that moment that Carl stood up from his chair with a hand over his belly. His hurried steps caught you and Jaehyun's attention and you watched as he exited the room and slammed the door close behind him.

Jaehyun's eyes fell on you, his expression smug as ever. With a huff, you rose to your feet, tossing your headphones on the desk before you walked straight toward Jaehyun. He seemed taken aback and confused, frozen on his seat when you pushed his swiveling chair and sent it bumping against the wall. A smirk formed on his lips the moment you grabbed his collar.

"Whoa, whoa," he chuckled, even his voice is driving you insane. "What's with the aggression?"

You silenced his cocky attitude with a hurried kiss, straddling his lap while he grabbed your waist and kissed you back. It didn't take long for the making out to elicit an erection from him. When you gave it a grind, Jaehyun pulled back in surprise. The flustered look on his face gave you confidence.

"Why? What happened to the cockiness you've been giving me all day?" you challenged, running your hands through his neatly styled hair. "Don't tell me you're good with just words?"

He grabbed your hands and locked them behind you, hissing as he snapped at you. "Don't tempt me, y/n."

"Like you have been tempting me all day?"

Jaehyun smirked, leaning in to kiss your collarbone. "How long before Carl comes back from taking care of his business?"

"Long enough," you replied, trying to free your wrists from his hold but Jaehyun was infinitely stronger than you were.

"Good. Be quiet," he whispered to your skin, eyeing the CCTV at the far corner of the office. He gently pushed you off his lap before pulling you into the pantry door and shutting the door close.

The rendezvous with Jaehyun might have been a bad idea. It didn't only go against what you personally believed in, it also went against your company's code of conduct. You had expected the next day after to be the most awkward, but contrary to what you initially thought, things weren't that bad at all. You kept everything professional and not in a forced way. Jaehyun was cordial, and so were you. It helps that you were all busy chasing the deadline for the audit too.

"Coffee?" Tiffany asked when she passed by your desk on her way to the pantry. You smiled at her, catching Jaehyun's gaze from his desk.

"No, thanks. I'm good."

Yes, you kept everything professional between the two of you, but you haven't forgotten the events of last night just yet. Eventually, you will have to stop avoiding going to the pantry, but you will surely never look at it the same way again.

What could be worse than dating a coworker? Hooking up with them. The no-strings-attached guarantee of hook-ups may sound like a good thing, but it's not when your hookup is your colleague. AND if you hooked up at the office. The chances of your little rendezvous happening again were high. You knew that and you were right.

Coffee? -jjh

You stared at the note for another second then glanced at Jaehyun's direction. He was already eyeing you, his brows lifting as if seeking a response to his query. You mouthed a 'no' before crumpling the sticky note and tossing it in the trash bin under your desk. Jaehyun just grinned, shrugging as he rose to his feet and headed for the pantry. Your eyes followed him, sighing when he disappeared into the door.

"What's wrong?" Jenna whispered in your ear, startling you because you never noticed how closely she was sitting next to you. She chuckled at your surprised reaction. "Girl, you should really slow down on those espressos."

"Indeed, I should," you agreed, laughing awkwardly before resuming your work.

Hooking up with Jaehyun was a bad idea and you had decided it would never happen again. That was a lie, of course, and it was proven to be when you found yourself making out with him in the copy room; your back leaning on the copier for support while he ravaged your lips and your neck. Several times, you couldn't suppress the moans that escaped your lips and several times, Jaehyun had to laughingly remind you to be quiet. On another occasion, he pulls you into the fire exit to make out, where he also had you weak on the knees all day just by going down on you for a good five minutes. The pantry would also be a venue for more than just that one time Carl had a bad stomach. Notes passing became a habit too.

Soon, you and Jaehyun had sullied the secret spaces on your office floor. You've memorized the areas where people never usually went to, the blind spots behind cameras, and the dark corners around. Overtimes became more frequent for you, with most of it being spent with Jaehyun between your legs or yourself bent over the pantry table or the copy machine. Surely, you gotta stop doing this at one point. But at which point exactly? Neither of you ever discussed that. You're not in a kind of relationship where you have to talk about this stuff anyway. As a matter of fact, you never even talk about the hookups. You just find the opportunity at random and then you both grab it each time it appears. That's how it has been for the past few months, and it doesn't look like things might change anytime soon. Or so you thought.

"You look gorgeous!" Tiffany praised, the moment you met her in front of the elevator. "Is that a new dress? Did you go shopping by yourself?"

"Thanks, but this isn't new or anything. I've had this for a while now. Barely wore it though," you replied, looking down at the dress you took your time to pick out this morning.

"Well, you need to wear it more often. You look great in it," Tiffany affirmed so you thanked her again.

At the office, Jenna uttered praises about your outfit too, throwing in a nice comment about how your hair was styled. You haven't really noticed it but these days, you've been paying more attention to your appearance. Not that you never cared before, but lately, you've taken an extra hour from your daily routine and dedicated it to looking great every day at work. Now that you're being praised for it, you had to admit to yourself that the reason for this might have been Jaehyun.

"Are you seeing someone?" Jenna asked while you were having lunch at the pantry. Your eyes briefly met Jaehyun's, who looked at you like he too wanted to know your answer.

"No. That's so random. Why'd you ask?" you chuckled, shaking your head and poking your food with the fork.

"I just had a feeling that you might be seeing someone. You look great these days," Jenna chimed.

"Agreed. You're literally glowing, y/n."

You shrugged, feeling shy because of the attention being focused on you. "I'm just feeling great these days. You know, skincare, working out, good sleep and stuff."

"And stuff?" Tiffany repeated, grinning playfully. "Is it the good stuff?"

Jenna snickered. "Must have been some satisfying stuff."

You chided them sternly, shaking your head at their teasing as you reluctantly glanced at Jaehyun. His head was bowed down as he was looking at his food, eating quietly but the grin on his lips made you kick his feet under the table. Carl jolted next to Jaehyun, whimpering as he reached down his leg.

"Ow, y/n. What was that?"

"Oh, god, I'm sorry," you blurted and gave him an apologetic smile. "Something brushed my feet. I thought it was a rat or something."

The rest of the day went with Jaehyun still giving you a teasing grin. You just rolled your eyes at him each time and refused to deal with it. In the afternoon when you were about to clock out, he pulled you into the fire escape, giving you a quick kiss.

"Stop. I have no time for this," you chided, hitting his chest. Jaehyun just smirked and you saw that as him challenging you. "I'm serious. I have plans and I'm gonna be late."

Jaehyun tutted and then sighed. "That's too bad. I was gonna ask if you'd like to have dinner with me."

"Dinner with you?" you repeated. You heard him clearly, you just weren't expecting that to come out of his mouth. "Just the two of us?"

Jaehyun looked around. "Let's see. There's you, me, and no one else around. Yeah, that means it's gonna be just the two of us."

You scoffed. "Stop playing around. I'm busy."

You were about to leave when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to his chest. He then pressed soft kisses on your neck. "How about tomorrow?"

"I don't know. I'll check my calendar," you quipped, rolling your eyes. "I'm a busy woman."

"Come on, I'll pick you up," Jaehyun chuckled, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips before tucking a few strands of hair behind your ear. Somehow, his actions and the way he's looking at you felt affectionate, making your heart race. "Assuming you don't want to leave the office together. But if you're okay with that, we can just go right after clocking out."

"Why would you want to have dinner together?"

Jaehyun looked at you like you just asked him the stupidest question he's ever heard. "Why not? Is it not allowed?"

"No," you replied but then shook your head. "I mean, it's not that it isn't allowed. It's just... weird."

"Weird? The good stuff is fine, but dinner is weird?"

"Good stuff?" you hollered, hitting his chest as you felt your cheeks flare with embarrassment. "What good stuff are you talking about?"

"That's what you girls called it," Jaehyun laughed, trapping your hands so you'd stop hitting him. "Alright, I'm sorry. That was ungentlemanly of me."

"You're far from being a gentleman, Jung Jaehyun."

"Okay, I know why you think that way. So, maybe you'd be curious to see me be the gentleman that I am and have dinner with me. Tomorrow, after work."

You rolled your eyes and sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll think about it."

"Great," he lilted, fishing his phone from his pocket and handing it to you. "This is the part where I ask for your number. Though, I know I should have done that a long time ago."

You scoffed as you took his phone and dialed your own number. After that, he kissed you again and you ended up making out for a few more minutes before you hurriedly stepped out of the door back into the building. You didn't expect to see Jenna when you pushed through the door. Her bright smile was a contrast to your surprised expression.

"Oh, hi! Are you leaving now? Should we go together?"

You were just about to respond when Jaehyun stepped out of the door behind you. Jenna stood there confusedly, eyes moving from him to you and him and back to you again. You grabbed her arm and led her away with a burst of awkward laughter.

"Yes. We should leave together," you blurted, dragging her away. "I was actually on my way to see my mom. Would you like to come with me?"

Jenna's face lit up. "I'd love to! I haven't seen her in ages!"

"Good. She'll be glad to see you too."

Dinner with Jaehyun? This year is really full of surprises for you. Jaehyun went from being a man you thought you'd never see again to picking you up at your apartment on time for a dinner date. This was impossible a few months ago, but now there he is, standing by his car in a nice suit and neatly styled hair as he waits for you to come down.

"There you are," he chimed, greeting you with a sweet smile and a peck on your cheek. You kissed him back, thanking him after he opened the car door for you.

"So, where are you taking me?" you asked as he occupied the driver's seat.

Jaehyun chuckled, probably because of the way you phrased your question. "Where am I taking you? You make this whole thing sound so insincere."

You just shrugged, not denying his observation. "Sorry, just not used to this at all."

"I don't blame you," he replied, shaking his head. "The way we got into this relationship is unconventional."

Relationship? You hummed. Well, whatever this is that you have with him, it is considered a relationship, just not the roses and dinner dates kind. Still, here you are, pulling up in front of a nice restaurant. Jaehyun was attentive to you, opening doors and pulling chairs out. You know better than to assume he was an actual gentleman. His telling you he'll show you how much of a gentleman he was has kinda ruined it for you. Whatever this dinner was for, you decided not to overthink it anymore and just enjoy the night.

"To be fair, I was hoping not to see you again after that," you told him over steak and wine. You were talking about random things when the first time you met him was casually brought up. "I don't really like being nice and friendly with one-night stands the morning after."

"Is that so?" he questioned, brows furrowed but he had an amused smile on his lips. "I thought we had something going on."

You scoffed. "Something going on? Jaehyun, come on. You're not expecting to form some kind of connection with a girl you met at a nightclub. Well, except maybe the physical kind."

Your statement had Jaehyun throwing his head back as he laughed. "God, y/n, you have no idea how adorable you are."

Your cheeks flared at the compliment, but you chose to act aloof and just roll your eyes. "Now, you're just simping."

"Wait, what happened to the witty flirt who swept me entirely off my feet that one night at the club?" he asked so you shrugged.

"That time and right now are different. I was trying to flirt with someone then, now I'm just enjoying dinner with a coworker."

"A coworker?" Jaehyun's smile turned mischievous, dropping his fork gently on his plate so he could use his hand to wipe the corner of your mouth with a napkin. "Just a coworker?"

A coworker you have occasional quickies with. "Don't flatter yourself, Jaehyun."

"How can I not? Having a date as gorgeous as you are is very flattering indeed."

This time, it was your turn to let out an amused laugh. "It's amazing how well you use words to charm people. Is that a skill?"

"It might be but I'm not too confident in that aspect. I'd say I'm more well-versed in other uses for the mouth."

You choked on the wine and did so violently that you had a hard time breathing. Jaehyun was quick to offer you a glass of water, but mischief never left his lips. You glared at him because of that. "Whatever happened to being a gentleman?"

Jaehyun just wiggled his eyebrows, laughing after you rolled your eyes at him. Fortunately, he dropped the teasing and you were able to eat in peace. A huge part of you expected the night to extend until after dinner. You imagined all sorts of scenarios, all of them leading up to you and Jaehyun alone in an actual bedroom this time. It could be his place, or yours, maybe a hotel room. And as you were making out with him in the car right in front of your apartment, you pictured both of you naked on your bed and your mind went as far as waking up in the morning with him beside you.

So when he bade you a reluctant goodbye, and wished you a good night's sleep, you couldn't even hide the disappointment on your face.

"Everything alright?" he asked, noticing your silence as you sat there dumbfounded.

"Yeah," you muttered, still in a daze. Embarrassment soon crept up on you, making you look away and reach for the car door. "Good night, Jaehyun."

"You're not gonna invite me in?"

The way your head immediately turned to him and your face lit up was embarrassing, but your body was aching to be one with his so you ignored the shame. "Would you like me to?"

"I was waiting for it," he chimed, gently pulling you by the neck to kiss you again. When he broke away, he looked apologetic. "But we have work tomorrow and it's getting late."

"You're right," you chuckled nervously. "Duh."

Jaehyun smiled contently, giving you one last peck on the lips before letting you go. "See you tomorrow?"

You flattened your lips together, eyeing him curiously as you asked, "You know we can't date in the office, right?"

"Of course. It's a workplace. Not a dating spot," he chuckled and you sighed exasperatedly.

"No, I meant we can't date coworkers. It's a rule in the company."

Jaehyun looked like he was hearing about this for the first time. "That's a thing?"

"Oh, you didn't know?" you chuckled. "That's fine. It's not like we're dating or anything, right?"

"We're not?"

You groaned in frustration. "Okay, you know what? We're not having this conversation. I'm gonna go."

Jaehyun didn't stop you from exiting the car, but he bade you goodnight before you stepped into your apartment building. The dinner was pleasant but not that you were alone, you realized what a disaster it had been. Thoughts flooded your mind, all of them about Jaehyun; his dinner invitation, his intentions, the subtle implications in his statements, and what's going on in his mind. You thought maybe he was just teasing with his subtle hints. Surely he can't be serious about it, right? He's a grown man who knows how to properly communicate. If he wants more than what you already have right now, he can tell you directly without the mixed signals.

Then again, what if you're both just adults with communication issues? Admittedly, you too have no idea what you want out of this setup. Sure, you enjoy the thrill of it but one way or another, one of you has to be responsible enough to put an end to this.

That being said, you found yourself finding the right opportunity to bring it up with Jaehyun. Unfortunately, work kept both of you busy for the following days after your first date. So much that he can't even find the slightest opportunity for a quick rendezvous around the office. Other than work-related subjects, quick greetings, and fleeting glances, you have yet to speak a proper conversation with Jaehyun.

"Hi," Jaehyun greeted as he rounded the long conference room table. "You're here early."

You panicked on your feet, standing up in surprise at his sudden appearance. Doing so, your hand that was sitting on your lap hit the edge of the table so hard that you thought a bone was broken. Groaning in pain, you clenched your fist in hopes that it might alleviate the pain. Jaehyun rushed over to you, gently taking your hand in his to examine it.

"Why are you so clumsy?" he chided softly, blowing on the reddened skin. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you replied. It did hurt a while ago, but now that you were moving it, the pain has gone and you were relieved to know you didn't actually break a bone. More importantly, you are currently exhilarated because this is the closest you've gotten to Jaehyun in the past few days. The whiff of his perfume was faint, but it was enough to make you feel euphoric.

Jaehyun eyed you curiously, his forehead creasing with concern. "Are you sure? Does it hurt if I do this?" With gentle hands, he pressed on the reddened spot.

"Jaehyun, should we stop this?" you asked directly, and the astonishment on his face was evident.

"Stop this? This?" he asked back, motioning for your hand. You sighed, flattening your lips tightly together. Jaehyun's face darkened. "Oh, you don't mean that, do you?"

You pulled your hand back, shoulders sagging in frustration. "See, this is the problem with us. We talk in codes instead of communicating like grown adults."

He opened his mouth to speak, but the door opened before he could say something. Your co-workers walked in, chattering like busy bees. While that was happening, Jaehyun was moving back to his seat. The meeting began after quick greetings and work dragged you away from a proper conversation once again.

"GUESS WHAT?!" Tiffany exclaimed when she found you and Tiffany in the pantry. Her eyes gleamed with excitement and she was jittering like she'd explode if you didn't respond to her immediately.

Jenna was the one who asked, "What?"

"There's a secret couple in our company!" Tiffany said briskly, in a single breath. Your ears rang warning bells. "And it's from our floor."

"From which department?" Jenna asked.

"No one knows yet, but apparently, Olive from Marketing saw two people making out in the fire escape."

At this point, you were sweating bullets despite the cool office. You wanted to remove yourself from the conversation but there was no excuse to leave. And to be honest, part of you wanted to know what people were saying about this.

"Oh my god, who?" Jenna was completely invested, it seems.

"They could either be from the same department or separate. But what if they're from ours?" Tiffany squealed.

Jenna appeared to think. "That's a possibility but who could it be? It's not like we know two people who are weirdly close to each other. Ones who act all sneaky and jumpy from time to time. And also keeps sneaking glances at someone from across the room."

You were stirring your coffee slowly, quietly listening without looking at them. But then you noticed they'd stopped talking so you glanced at them only to realize that they had been staring at you.

"Why? What's up?" you asked dumbly, still a little jittery.

"Well, would you look at that? It seems we do know someone," Jenna grinned knowingly and you could feel the color draining from your face. You and Jenna eyed each other, her looking like a predator who just found her prey, and you feeling smaller and smaller. You knew that she now knows. Feeling caught, you gulped the entirety of your coffee and belched.

"Sorry. I'm gonna go," you told them.

Jenna snickered. "Oh, okay. I'm gonna follow you then."

"Wait! Hey! Who is it?" Tiffany called out, following the two of you out of the pantry. "Girls! What do you know?"

Fuck the universe, you told yourself. The moment you left the pantry, your eyes caught Jaehyun who just entered the office. He did a double-take upon seeing you, stopping in his tracks and walking toward you. Jenna nudged your elbow a little too obviously, so you nudged her back.

"Hi," he began, smiling at the girls and then back at you. "Carl passed me on to you. He said you were in charge of this before so I should come to you for help."

You peered at the file he was handing to you and then turned to Tiffany. "Yeah, I did. But Tiffany worked on this after the previous analyst resigned. I just helped a little."

"Oh? Which file is it?" Tiffany questioned, also looking at the papers. "Yes, I can help, but y/n did the work on this entire project. It was already perfect so I didn't change anything on it and just submitted it as it is."

"You didn't?" you asked Tiffany who shook her head in response.

"Great. Will you help me update it then?"

"Oh, she'll help you just fine," Jenna giggled, nudging you forward. "She's really good at her job. Just don't go sneaking around."

"Jenna!" you chided but your friend just laughed, grabbed Tiffany by the arm, and walked away with a wave.

You groaned in frustration, snatching the file from Jaehyun's hand and mumbling to yourself. Jaehyun inched closer.

"Everything alright?"

"Jenna knows we hooked up."

"Jenna?" Jaehyun repeated, taken aback by your confession. He looked at Jenna who was still walking away with Tiffany. "She did seem like the type to catch on quickly."

"She's sharp when she needs to be," you replied, also glancing at your girl friends. "But she's not the most observant in our office. If she noticed something was going on with us, others will soon realize it too."

"Are you free tonight?"

You glared at him. "Did you even listen to a word I said?"

Jaehyun shrugged, tucking his hands in his pockets. "We can talk about it over dinner if you're down. It's on me."

You rolled your eyes in disbelief, then turned on your heel to leave. He calls out your name so you waved your hand in the air. "Fine. Whatever. Just go away for now."

Jaehyun was grinning fondly, but he heeded your request and walked the opposite way.

Dinner was quiet. Jaehyun kept chatting you up, and he had to keep prompting you because you kept drifting away into an absentminded daze. It's not that you didn't want to listen, you just had something in your mind that's making you dissociate with your company.

"Y/n," he prompted again, now looking concerned.

"Sorry. You were saying?"

Jaehyun exhaled calmly. "Nothing important. Would you like me to drive you home and call it a day?"

"What? No, I..." you paused, sighed in defeat, and then massaged your temples impatiently. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," he replied, smiling sweetly. He reached for your hand on the table and squeezed it. "Just let me know if I can help."

You shrugged. "I'm just really tired right now."

"I know. Work hasn't been the easiest for all of us."

"Right," you chimed, looking down at your food that you barely touched. "Actually... I really think we should stop this."

Once again, Jaehyun's handsome face darkened with concern. "Is there a specific reason why you keep saying that?"

"Nothing!" you blurted. "I mean, yes! Of course, there is! We can't keep doing this as coworkers. People from work are soon gonna notice."

Jaehyun shrugged. "What's wrong with dating a coworker?"

You laughed derisively. "Aside from the fact that it's a spoken rule to not date a coworker, we are also not dating. I thought we both knew that?"

"We're not?"

"You see that?" you told him, stern and annoyed. "That's our problem. Despite being so intelligent and charming, you always played dumb whenever I bring this up."

Jaehyun exhaled sharply, letting go of your hand and straightening his back. "It's a serious question, y/n. I am actually under the impression that we're already dating."

"Having sex occasionally does not mean we're already dating, Mr. Jung Jaehyun."

"Then at what point do we start dating?"

At this point, you were fuming because of frustration. You couldn't tell if he was pretending to be dumb or if he was actually clueless. Although, the look on his face told you he was genuinely curious about the answer to his question.

"Come on, Jae. You've dated before, I'm sure you know this isn't how it goes."

"Indeed I have but..." he paused, looking away with a creased forehead. "I never had to spell it out to them."

Oh, to be Jung Jaehyun, charming and gorgeous enough to pull any girl he wants. He probably never had to chase after someone he liked. They all probably fell head over heels for him immediately. Like you did.

"Do you like me then?" you asked straightforwardly. If you were to be asked the same question, you would say 'yes' in a heartbeat. That's because you do like him, a lot actually. You don't have deep feelings for him yet, but you feel a romantic spark with him that could lead to something.

"I won't sleep with someone I don't like, y/n."

"It's a yes or no question."

"Yes!" he pressed on, laughing at you like you should've already known the answer. "What do you think?"

You sighed, slowly processing the situation before you. "Won't you ask me if I liked you at all?"

"No," he replied curtly, poking his food with the fork.

His answer made you scoff loudly. "What if I tell you I don't like you?"

A grin formed on his lips as he looked up to meet your gaze. "Then I'd call you a liar. You like me, y/n. I know."

"You're awfully confident," you bluffed, crossing your arms over your chest to challenge him. "Where is that coming from?"

Jaehyun smiled cockily, leaning back on his chair with an air of confidence. "It comes from the way you held on to me tightly whenever you're in my arms."

Your jaw dropped open. Embarrassed, you covered your mouth and looked away. Jaehyun didn't stop.

"The way you trusted me enough to keep doing what we've been doing these past few months. Even the way you look at me from across the room. My confidence comes from those."

You took a deep breath and faced him again. "Okay. You can shut up now."

"That's why I thought we were already dating, y/n," he continued. "I thought we liked each other enough to call this dating. I was just beginning to treat you the way a girlfriend should be treated but work is keeping both of us apart."

You were quiet because you didn't have anything to say, so you just let him talk. Like always, he is composed, confident, and well-articulate. Had he explicitly asked to date you, you would've said 'yes'. Then again, your relationship didn't start in a meet-cute kind of way. It didn't blossom beautifully like cherry blossoms in spring. So he had a point. To be honest, you had no idea how it was supposed to go given the situation. But you would still have preferred if you two just talked about it like proper adults.

"Should I just quit?"

"What?" you asked, not because you didn't understand him but because the question was downright ridiculous. "Why would you quit?"

Jaehyun pouted. "Because I want to be a proper boyfriend."

Boyfriend. Did he actually just say that? And is that an ecstatic giddiness you're feeling?

"You're way in over your head, Jae," you ridiculed, successfully hiding your elation behind aloofness. "You're not my boyfriend."

"Alright, then, how do I become one?"

Just ask, you thought. You didn't want to have to spell it out for him. If you did, you would think he was only asking because you told him to. "How do you not know?"

"If I ask you now, would you say 'yes'?"

"You'll never know unless you try."

Jaehyun straightened up in his seat, reaching for your hand again as he gazed into your eyes. You stared back, letting his deep, dark brown eyes lure you into a beautiful abyss--the kind that's impossible to escape once you fall into it.

"Be my girlfriend, y/n."

You blinked. "Oh, that's not exactly asking."

"No, it's not. That was me making it official with you." Jaehyun's self-esteem is impressively baffling. It almost feels like he's got you wrapped up in his finger. In fact, it feels like he knew exactly that things would go his way, no matter what. He knew what he wanted, and he also knew you wanted the same thing, it seems.

Nevertheless, a voice in your head is screaming a protest. He's a coworker. Indeed, he is. The sex may be phenomenal, but he's still a coworker.

You could abandon your beliefs and take a leap. Jaehyun could be worth the risk of breaking office rules. Not to mention you've already broken said rules anyway, even making a sacrilege of your workplace. Though secretly, it was still scandalous. You never knew you'd be the type to engage in something so risky. It didn't even need any convincing, you straight up just did what was done. You gotta admit though, you liked every second of it; the risk, the thrill, not to mention Jaehyun in his entirety.

Your eyes flitted over to him. His sweet smile will make people assume he's a gentleman, which might be true if you didn't know what he was capable of doing in a hidden but still public space. You remembered the first time you had sex in the pantry; it was quick, almost fleeting. But it was unforgettable and you were absolutely satisfied, so you kept doing it. His aggressive thrusts, hand tight over your mouth to keep you from making any noise, the urgency on his face, and the release that comes crashing through. The image that registered in your head made you squeeze your thighs.

Jaehyun tapped twice on the back of your hand. That was when you realized your mind had wandered elsewhere and was dazed. "What's on your mind, babe?"

Babe? "You."

He didn't even flinch, nor was he taken aback. He just tilted his head a little, and asked, "And why is that when I'm right here in front of you?"

You stared at his lips, craving their warmth and the way they felt on your lips, on your neck, and on the skin of your inner thighs. Your breath hitched and a moan almost escaped your lips because of the vivid memory. You looked away from him and started fanning your face, worried your lewd thoughts were showing.

"Do you want to get out of here?" you breathed, meeting his eyes again. Jaehyun shook his head, moving his glass so the red wine would swirl.

"Don't ask, baby. You know I'd do anything for you."

"Should we just go, then?"

Jaehyun licked his lips, savoring the rich wine. "That's still asking. Assert yourself, babe."

You stood up at once, grabbing his hand on the table and dragging him up. Jaehyun almost choked on the wine he was still drinking, but he quickly put it down and tossed the napkin on the table. You weren't paying him any attention, eager to just leave the restaurant as soon as possible. When you reached the sidewalk, you stopped and looked around.

"I must say, that's one way of asserting yourself," Jaehyun quipped but you ignored his comment and pointed to a certain building around the block.

"Let's go that way," you ordered, and wasted no time discussing plans.

Jaehyun was more than happy to oblige. When you reached the hotel, he was the one who checked you in using his name and his card. You'd barely gotten inside your suite before Jaehyun had you up against the wall, his lips crashing into yours urgently while his arms held you strongly.

You kissed hungrily like you'd been starved for days, which was true because you hadn't had any alone time with Jaehyun for a while now. You ran your hand up his muscly arms to his broad shoulders. Jaehyun reached over to your ass and lifted you off your feet while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Take me to bed," you breathed, almost in a whisper. "Please?"

"Anything you want, baby," he grinned, biting his lip as he strode over to the king-sized bed. He laid you down gently, caressing your cheek and letting his hand wander from your face to your clothed breasts. He cupped it and gently squeezed it, and his eyes never left yours even for a second. You pushed yourself up to kiss him and as you did, your dress slipped off of your skin. Jaehyun reached for your back, then you found your bra leaving your body the same way your dress did. When his fingers found your nipple and gave it a good squeeze, you let out a moan that made his face twitch. "God, you're so beautiful."

His mouth went to where his fingers had been, sucking, pulling, and teasing at the sensitive bud. Each contact electrified you to the core. His hands are everywhere at once until they find the cloth of your lace underwear. "Can I do--"

"Jaehyun! Less talking, more doing," you interjected, your voice urgent and your tone pleading. "Please."

He chuckled a little. "So polite."

You wriggled out of your panties as he undressed, seemingly taking his time to stall you on purpose. You hated the smug look on his face because you knew he was taunting you. He knew exactly that you were desperate for him, and that you'd beg if he pushed you hard enough.

Jaehyun hovered over you, staring at you intently with lustful eyes and a cocky grin. You tried not to fall for it, but you needed him so you folded.

"Jung Jaehyun, I swear to god if you keep this up, I'm walking out that door," you threatened, You would never do that, but you'd like to see if it would have any effect on him.

Jaehyun inched closer to your face, planting a tender kiss on your lips before moving his head all the way down between your thighs. Without warning, he started lapping on your cunt, squeezing your thighs in the process. You didn't even try to muffle your moans, instead, you screamed them out. Your stomach was doing somersaults and your head was flying on cloud nine. Just as you were about to feel the release coming, Jaehyun stood on his knees and looked down at your confused expression. He flashed a grin that made your belly flutter. There he was, hovering over you with a body that looked like he was some Greek god sculpture, except that his size was nowhere near that of any Greek sculpture.

You stretched up your arms and Jaehyun fell into them. He kissed you again, needily. And when he thrust himself into you, you cried out in sweet surrender; rocking against his hips, kissing his shoulder, his neck, his chin, and then his lips like you'd die if you didn't. The release hit you like a waterbomb, making you dig your nails into Jaehyun's skin. And then he too cried out of release before he collapsed on top of you, panting.

When you awoke, Jaehyun was still beside, you playing with your hair as he watched your eyes fluttering. You blinked several times, trying to make sense of what was happening. The civility of it all, the fog of affection in the air, his sweet smile, and the warm glow of admiration in his eyes.

"That was an excellent dinner," he quipped, making you smile. "How about some dessert?"

You scoffed then hit his chest. But Jaehyun just gave you a good-natured laugh before gently flicking your forehead.

"I meant real dessert," he scolded softly, motioning to the table across the room. There sat a course of desserts and fruits, as well as a champagne bottle in a bucket of ice.

"Oh," you blurted.

"I'll give you the other dessert later," he added so you glared at him again. Jaehyun was quick on his feet, jumping down the bed and running towards the table before you could even try to hit him. You couldn't help laughing at the unexpectedly goofy display. You weren't discouraged though, if anything, you liked him more because he was adorable.

You sat on the bed and noticed you were wearing a nightgown. You recalled falling asleep after the sex and had faint recollections of Jaehyun telling you to raise your hands so he could dress you up. You thought that had been a dream but looking at the silky dress on your body, you now realize it wasn't.

Delectable food waited for you on the table. Despite being apprehensive about it at first, you gobbled the good food. Over conversations, you also emptied the bottle of champagne and that had you pawing at each other for a while before you both ended up back on the bed, moaning under the sheets.

You spent the weekend in that hotel room; chatting, eating, and goofing around. The fact that you're not shoving your tongue down his throat every hour was surprising. But then you realized that you've learned more about each other in two days of being alone together than you did the past six months.

You strutted into the office with a beautiful glow at work on an early Monday morning. Your steps were light and you were humming happily as you sat in your cubicle. Jenna was quick to notice your ecstatic demeanor.

"Did something good happen this weekend?"

A smile crept on your lips. "No. It wasn't good. It was amazing."

Jenna mirrored your grin, pushing her chair closer to yours. "Why? What was it? Did you and Jaehyun go on a date?"

"How did you-" you stopped, sighed, and rolled your eyes. "What do you mean?"

She nudged your shoulder. "Oh, so you did. Is that why he was in a hotel all weekend?"

Your eyes widened in surprise. "How did you know that?"

Jenna covered her lips, looking like she had been caught. "Ah, that slipped out. Excuse me."

Her chair slid back to her desk to escape you. Intrigued about how she knew about the hotel, you followed her to ask but before you could speak, your department head tapped on your desk and asked you to see him in the meeting room.

"We'll talk later," you told Jenna before following your superior.

Jaehyun entered the office just as you were passing by the doorway on your way to the meeting room. He flashed you a sweet smile which made you giddy. You smiled back before disappearing into the meeting room. That was the beginning of your hidden relationship. It was so much different from your sexual rendezvous, this was more exciting. The secret glances, mouthing endearments when no one is looking, brushing hands or shoulders on purpose, and the contentment of being close to each other when you happened to gather together with your other coworkers. Each day, you leave the office separately only to end up in each other's embrace at night. In the morning, you arrive to work separately too, eagerly waiting for the day to be over so you'd be together again. It was fun and exciting, so much so that you felt like a giddy teenager experiencing your first relationship ever.

"I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," Jaehyun complained, nuzzling his nose on the crook of your neck. He kissed your skin and inhaled your scent. "I miss you."

"You miss me? We see each other every day," you chided softly, turning so you were face to face with him. You snaked your arms around his neck and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. Other than the pantry, this file room has also become your secret meeting place. "We practically live together since you're always at my place."

Jaehyun exhaled sharply, unconvinced. "That's not enough."

You tapped his chest twice, pulling away from him. "We're not kids, Jaehyun. Let's make do with what we get."

Jaehyun sighed, leaning on the shelves and then crossing his arm over his chest. "We can get more than this, you know?"

"How do you suggest we do that?" you questioned curiously. You're not convinced that his idea will be a good one but you wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I could try talking to the HR about the ban."

You scoffed. "That's your big idea?"

Jaehyun just shrugged. "Not really. It's part of the idea. Would you like to meet my parents?"

Your brows are tied in a knot. "Out of nowhere?"

"Yeah. I told them I am dating this intelligent, charming, and lovely woman. They can't wait to meet you."

Well, that was sudden. Despite your previous physical relationship, you haven't been official for long but he's already talking about meeting his parents. Jaehyun had to leave before you could give him an answer because a coworker walked into the file room. You seemed unnerved about the invitation but you were actually ruminating on it all day, weighing the pros and cons of this meeting.

That night, Jaehyun couldn't go to your place because of a prior engagement. But when he called you right before going to sleep, you told him you'd love to meet his parents. There should be no pressure, it's just a brunch. You told yourself to relax and not overthink it.

And so the weekend came. Jaehyun looked majestic in his Prada cardigan, leaning on his car as he waited for you in the parking lot of your apartment. He greeted you with a sweet smile and an even sweeter kiss, followed by a compliment on your hair and your outfit.

"You smell nice too, damn," he added, smelling your neck and tightening his hug. You just giggled, letting him sniff you all he wanted. It was all cute and adorable until he was pulling you by the waist and pressing his crotch on you. "Should we just stay in?"

You laughed heartily. "Let's go, Jaehyun."

"Call me 'baby' and I'll listen to you."

"Baby," you obliged but your tone was stern instead of endearing.

Jaehyun threw his head back, groaning. "God, that backfired. We really should just stay in."

You pushed him aside, opened the car door, and then locked yourself in his shotgun. Jaehyun was grinning when he rounded the car to sit in the driver's seat. He wasn't done flirting with you though because as soon as he was inside, he pulled you into a kiss--long, sweet, passionate. Oh, how he made you feel so beautiful.

He drove halfway across the city, locking your hands together and singing along to the song on his stereo. When you finally reached your destination, you were in awe of the luxurious home before you. You had an inkling that Jaehyun might have been rich but not this rich. His family house is hidden behind a high fence, probably ten feet high, and inside was a literal mansion surrounded by well-kept landscaping. If you're gonna be honest, the display of wealth made you nervous.

"Intimidating, isn't it?" said the familiar voice of a woman. When you spun to see who it was, your jaw dropped upon seeing Jenna walking towards you and Jaehyun. She grinned at your shocked expression. "It's scarier inside."

"Jen," Jaehyun chided. "Don't scare her."

"Jenna?" you exclaimed. Your friend flashed a silly grin.

"I knew something was going on between you two."

You shook your hands to dismiss her. "Wait, before that. What are you doing here?"

Jaehyun interjected. "She lives here."

You did a double-take, checking if you heard it wrong. Jenna let out a hearty laughter. "Sorry, hon. I would've told you but that would ruin the whole point of being undercover."

"Undercover?" you echoed, touching your temples. "Wait, how about explaining it to me like I'm five?"

Jaehyun and Jenna laughed before the latter guided you inside the house. On your way, she explained that she and Jaehyun are siblings. And that the company's CEO was their older brother. It was straight out of a soap opera and Jaehyun assured you that your reaction was understandable. He also apologized for not telling you about it sooner.

"It's fine, I was just... surprised, I guess?" you blurted. You reach the garden area where a group of people are happily chatting at a dining table. Jenna walked ahead of you, tapped an elder woman on the shoulder, and told her you had arrived.

This elder woman was beautiful and had an air of elegance about her. She stood up from her chair to welcome you.

"Hi, Mom," Jaehyun greeted, giving his mom a peck on the cheek. "This is my girlfriend, y/n."

"Hello, y/n. Wow, Jaehyun wasn't lying when he said you were very lovely." His Mom beamed at you, and contrary to what you expected, she was warm and sweet, ushering you to sit next to her at the dining table while asking you about the journey here.

You met his brother, a face you were so intimidated to see because you knew he was the Big Boss of your workplace. He was cordial and well-mannered, and so was his wife. You didn't ask about his father but based on their conversation, you figured out that he had passed away. You knew better than to ask. Brunch hasn't started yet, but you were already gathered in the garden. At first, you thought it would only be you and them, but a group of people arrived and you found out you were meeting Jaehyun's extended family too.

"We're Koreans. Family means so much to us," Jenna told you. "Not all of us are close though."

Brunch began shortly after their cousins arrived. The food was great and the conversations were engaging enough. Most of the attention was on you because apparently, you were the 'first girl he brought home in three years' according to Jaehyun's brother. Jenna confirmed it too. After the satisfying meal of hearty Korean food, you all dispersed to your own little circles. Jenna dragged you to the patio, chatting with you and apologizing for not telling you about her relationship with Jaehyun. You told her it was fine and that you understood why she had to do it. Jaehyun followed closely behind you two.

"So, are you gonna marry my brother?" Jenna asked and the question made your heart race.

"Stop calling me that. It's giving me chills," Jaehyun interjected so Jenna hissed at him.

"Shut up, I'm not talking to you."

You nervously laughed. "We just started dating."

"Yes, so, is he a marriage prospect or not?" Jenna pressed on.

Jaehyun was the one who said, "We haven't talked about that yet."

"Jaehyun, go away," Jenna complained, pushing her brother but he didn't budge. Jaehyun pulled a face at her to which she responded by lunging her tiny frame at his large physique. They bickered for a moment while you watched in fondness.

Then you said, "He's right, we haven't thought that far ahead."

Jaehyun grabbed his sister's wrists to stop her from hitting him, and then he stared at you, looking befuddled. "We haven't?"

You stared back at him, wondering if you had said wrong. "Have we? I know we haven't. Did I forget?"

"No, you didn't," he replied, letting go of Jenna's arms and straightening up. "I mean, we haven't talked about it yet. But I was already thinking that far ahead."

You blinked, surprised by his confession. Jenna snickered and said, "You can't say that so openly, dear brother. You're putting her on the spot."

"I'm putting her on the spot? You're putting her on the spot! You started this discussion!" Jaehyun whined. You couldn't help laughing at the rare sight. He'd always appeared well-mannered, calm, and collected. Seeing him bicker with his sister made him even more endearing.

"Why not? You guys aren't getting any younger. This is an important question to ask!"

While the siblings bickered, your thoughts screamed loud enough that they deafened you from external noises. Marriage was never an issue to you, you can get married anytime you want as long as you want to. But only now were you realizing that you've gotten old and this was in fact an important question to ask.

Still, now is a little too early for it. Truth be told, you don't know if you want to take this relationship to that level yet. Sure, you're in love but with marriage, love is not the only factor that needs to be considered. Jaehyun is from an affluent family with influence and money, you don't know if you want to be a part of it. Even if you did want to be, you're not sure if his family would want you for him. So far, they had been nothing but nice. Then again, it will be no surprise if these families have criteria that you might be too middle-class to comprehend.

"Baby," Jaehyun prompted, nudging your shoulder. "What were you thinking?"

"You," you replied absentmindedly. Jaehyun grinned coyly.

"Really? We're in the middle of a family gathering, but I think can make up a good excuse to leave."

You rolled your eyes at his lascivious thoughts. "No that's not what I meant, dumbass."

Jaehyun chuckled. "That's a shame. I was ready for it. No, actually, I'm always ready for it."

"For what?"

He pressed his nose on the side of your head, sniffing your hair before whispering, "For my naughty little girlfriend who randomly gets these sudden urges to ride me till I'm spent and dripping."

Your face flared at the lewd image that formed in your mind. Holding your cheeks, you walked away from him in embarrassment. Jaehyun laughingly called out to you. "You'll dry me up in no time, baby."

You glanced back at him, scandalized. "Oh my god, be quiet!"

"What?" he mimed, looking around. "No one heard me."

"I did and you're gross," Jenna grimaced before walking away too.

It's been a week since the family luncheon. Aside from the fact that you now know Jenna and Jaehyun are siblings, nothing much has changed in your relationship. You admit that it was weird with Jenna at first, in a way that whenever you have your usual girl talk, you suddenly remember who she was and just daze. It took some getting used to. Same case with Jaehyun who gets ordered around the office for being a newbie and him doing everything he is told to do like he's not the literal son of the company's founder. You realized just how much humility these two have and how impressive it was that they were raised this way instead of the regular snobbish rich kids.

Your boyfriend's identity had you ruminating about the future of your relationship. What would be the reactions you'd get if people found out you were dating a coworker--especially if it's revealed that he was actually the CEO's brother? You'd surely be called a Cinderella, scoring a jackpot by dating a billionaire's son. People might think it's magical, while most will assume you were in it for the money. Either way, the possibility of your life being put under public scrutiny terrifies you.

"GUESS WHAT?" Tiffany barged into the meeting room, startling you and Jenna. You clutched your heart, beating rapidly in its cage while Jenna gave your coworker a stern look.

"You gotta stop with the dramatic entrances, Tiff," said Jenna.

"Jung Jaehyun just got named CHRO."

Jenna scoffed. "Yeah, and Jung Jenna just became COO. Jaehyun would die and get reborn again before he takes an executive role in this company. Shut the door."

Tiffany shook her head as he approached you, pushing the door close as she went. "I'm serious. Check the company page. They just announced it."

You toggled on your tablet and pulled up the company portal. And there it was, the announcement of the company's latest personnel changes. Jung Jaehyun was indeed the Chief Human Resources Officer.

"Why would he take that job?" you questioned, genuinely curious. Jenna told you before that Jaehyun was supposed to come in as a department head since his education and experience made him qualified for the position, but he still chose to do the undercover thing. Now he's suddenly a CHRO?

"No way, he's not!"

"Apparently, he is. And guess what was the first thing he asked to change in the company policy?"

"What?" you and Jenna asked in a chorus. Tiffany ducked to toggle on the screen and opened another announcement.

"He abolished the dating ban among coworkers. Effective immediately."

Your jaw hung open, while Jenna started laughing like a maniac. Then she said, "Jung Jaehyun, that sly little bastard."

"Does that mean he has a girlfriend here?"

Jenna eyed you. "Yeah, he obviously has a girlfriend here."

"Or he could be sympathizing with the people here who want to date but can't because of the ban," you suggested, trying to challenge Jenna.

"Yeah, like you," Jenna teased. You just rolled your eyes, giving up on challenging her. "He must really like this girl to go through this much trouble. I didn't know he could do something admirable."

"No way!" Tiffany exclaimed, eyes still glued to the screen. You and Jenna turned to her. "Jaehyun is the CEO's younger brother?"

Jenna exhaled sharply, rolling her eyes. "Oh, boy. I guess this is where it starts." She walked away, bidding you quick goodbyes before disappearing to the door. You and Tiffany stayed, waiting for the meeting to begin.

The next few days at work were filled with excited chatters and gossip. During the company's annual staff meeting, Jaehyun and Jenna are introduced as family members of the company. Their positions were also made official, sparking up a debate among the employees on whether they deserved their posts or if it was plain nepotism. You didn't join any of these discussions, but when you're alone with Jaehyun, you'd tease him for being a nepo baby and he'd just laugh at it.

"Should we go to work together today?" Jaehyun asked, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

"No," you replied briskly, scoffing as you pulled away from him. Jaehyun, a lot stronger than you were, grabbed your waist and pulled you back to bed with him.

Your apartment has never been this warm. Love emanated from the walls and you've never felt this content with a relationship. Jaehyun seemed to have made this small studio apartment his favorite place to be and you're not complaining at all. He would spend the night here almost every day. You would sleep in each other's arms, and wake up still cuddling.

"I made coffee," Jaehyun would boast in the morning. "And pancakes too but they're not as fluffy as the ones from the breakfast cafe."

"I love the pancakes you make," you would tell him.

And he'd say, "Thanks, I love you too."

He'd ask to drive you to work but you'd decline. It's been three months since he became head of HR, but the people at work are still clueless about your relationship. You liked it that way, but you also feel bad for Jaehyun who would often invite you to lunch or for coffee. It's not that you don't want to, it's mainly because you'd rather not be talked about. Jaehyun seemed to just take it in stride. He'd ask once in a while, and if you declined, he'd give up and try again next time. He's been most understanding of your reasons.

But then again, he's Jung Jaehyun; he will never let up until things go his way. That said, he walked into your office on a Wednesday afternoon, with a massive bouquet of red roses in his hand, and an even bigger smile on his lips. Your colleagues went into a frenzy, hurrying over to greet him and chat with him. Questions were thrown his way; ones like, 'What are you doing here?' or 'Is there anything we can do for you?' and 'Can we help you?' And then there are also comments like, 'I knew you looked familiar! You were the CEO's brother!' or 'You should have told us who you were!' and 'Man, I didn't overwork you, did I?'

Jaehyun was courteous and greeted everyone back, but after he was done with the pleasantries, he locked his eyes on you--his target. He waded through the crowd, his feet walking straight to where you were sitting quietly in your cubicle. You had hoped he would ignore you, or that no one would notice you. But that was impossible since you knew he was there for no other reason except to see you.

"Are those flowers for someone?" one of your colleagues asked and you mentally cursed him for asking because now, everyone's curious who the flowers were for.

"There you are," Jaehyun beamed, peering over the cubicle. You smiled sheepishly, taking a peek at your coworkers' shocked expressions.

"Can I help you, Mr. Jung?" you smiled back, hoping he'd take your cue and stop whatever he was trying to pull.

"No. I'm here to pick you up. We have dinner plans, remember?" he grinned, seemingly enjoying the way you're all flustered and shy. "You look great. Looks like we can go straight to the restaurant without changing."

"You're having dinner? Is it a company dinner?" Carl questioned, his hand raised in the air like an elementary student.

Tiffany was quick to slap his hand away. "Gosh, Carl, you're so clueless."

Jaehyun offered you the flower. "Shall we go then, my love?"

You've never heard a crowd gasp in unison before, but now you have. Cheeks burning in embarrassment, you took the bouquet and pushed yourself up. Jaehyun had a content smile on his lips when he offered to hold your hand, which you accepted.

"Jung Jaehyun, you really are a sly little bastard."

"You love me for it," he chimed.

And so, hand in hand, you and Jaehyun walked out of your office as a couple.

[fin]

#nct jaehyun #nct fanfic #nct smut #nct 127 #nct x reader #nct x you #nct x y/n #nct au #nct u #nct imagines #calcali #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun x you #jeong jaehyun #jaehyun smut #jaehyun imagines #jung jaehyun #nct 127 smut #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fluff

[sentientcave]

WIP Wednesday - Impound

A little peek at that tow truck driver idea I was tossing around last week, for any interested parties

He shuffled through the papers deliberately. The sound of the cop’s rubber-soled boots squeaking impatiently on the dated linoleum floor was music to Simon’s ears. “Oh, of course. The squad car. Parked in a fire lane.” He tutted, shaking his head. “You’re lucky I got there before bylaw did. ‘S a big fine if they ticket you.”

They both knew that bylaw didn’t have the stones to ticket a cruiser. The fire department might, but they didn’t go around looking for trouble either. That was really more Simon’s area of expertise.

“You could have been impeding an investigation,” Price said, steely eyes narrowing.

Simon snorted. “At Ronnie’s? I fockin’ doubt it, unless you were investigatin’ how fresh the pastries were. Everyone knows that’s Laswell’s girl. Nobody’s stupid enough to cause trouble for ‘er.”

Price’s jaw was so tight that Simon was surprised his teeth didn’t start cracking under the pressure. He could almost hear the grind of enamel. “Fine. Just get the bloody gate open so I can leave.”

“Sure, no problem officer. Just a matter of the impound fees— Y’want me to bill the precinct directly, or are you gonna pay ‘em yourself?” He set the paperwork down on the desk top and fished the debit machine out of the top drawer suggestively. “Just need some I.D., if you don’t mind. Gotta keep things tidy on my end.”

Price snatched up the invoice. “One hundred and fifty dollars? Are you mad?”

“That’s the rate. Take it up with council if you’ve got a problem with it. You still gotta pay.”

Price was pretty near growling as he yanked out his wallet. Simon made a bit of a performance out of logging in the information on his I.D. on the slow computer, of punching in the total on the debit machine, and of checking everything to make sure it was in order. Price initialled the invoice where he was directed, pressing so hard it left a permanent indentation in the cheap veneer of the desk.

“Olright. You’re all set then,” Simon said at last, when he could drag his feet on the matter no more. He got out of his chair with a sigh, pleased to find that he stood a good three or four inches taller than Price, and walked out the side door without any further ceremony. Price was still standing in front of the desk, red-faced and angry. “Come on then.” Simon stopped just past the doorway, looking over his shoulder impatiently. “Haven’t got all day you know. Some of us have important work to do.”

He half expected Price’s head to explode.

Price stalked across the lot to his cruiser and threw himself into the driver’s seat while Simon went to open up the gate. The rev of the engine was the only warning Simon had to get out of the way before Price drove through it, cutting it a little too close for comfort. Simon raised his hand and wiggled his fingers in farewell, enjoying the glimpse of that furious blue glare in the mirrors before Price turned onto the road and sped off.

“Wha’ the hell was all that about?” Johnny asked, leaning out of the building, braced on the door handle, Roach a step behind him. “Ye pissin’ off the new police chief?”

“Yep.” Simon corralled the boys back into the office. “Fuckin’ hate cops.”

“Sure, but aren’t ye worried—”

“Not really. ‘F ‘e gets to be a problem I’ll talk to Laswell, get ‘er to put ‘er fuckin’ dog back on ‘is leash. Owes me a favour.” He snagged the singular tea out of the tray of paper cups and lifted it in thanks. “See you lads later. Goin’ home. When Kristen comes in to pick up ‘er shitbox waive the fees an’ tell ‘er not to park there again. Pretend you’re riskin’ your ass doin’ it, she’ll prob’ly give one of you muppets ‘er your number.”

Johnny and Roach looked at each other, and immediately launched into a game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would get to be the knight in dirty blue coveralls. Simon let the garage door bang shut behind him, and trudged across the dimly lit space to the back door. The acrid smell of weed smoke hung in the air, thin tendrils of it still drifting across the bars of sun coming through the back windows. Fucking muppets, smoking up while chief of police was steaming mad on the other side of the door. And they thought that Simon was the one who needed to be careful.

#WIP Wednesday #It is wednesday my dudes #Cave Writing #Impound #PriceGhost #For anyone wondering: Laswell is the mayor #Ghost's a little talky in this which is like... on the line for me character wise but I see this version of him as slightly more normalized #due to becoming part of a community and leaving the fucking military lmao

[nickfowlerrr]

series masterlist

part one • part two • part four • part five

happy golden days of yore • 3

pairing: dark!bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. 18+ ONLY. future parts will contain noncon smut. 40s misogyny? pet names. masturbation. i’m just gonna say, reader is detrimentally non confrontational 🫣.

words: 2.9k

notes: so glad you guys are enjoying this miniseries! there’s only a couple parts left and i’m really excited to share them. 🖤

You awoke to the smell of bacon and coffee floating through the air and 40s jazz music playing from downstairs. You never would have thought Bucky Barnes was a morning person, but it’s not like you knew him at all. You grimaced at the memory of your lost thong and decided to try and sneak around the living room before you went into the kitchen. You got ready really quickly in the bathroom before you snuck downstairs as quietly as you could.

You moved all the cushions, pillows, and your throw blanket but couldn’t find it anywhere. It wasn’t on the stairs, or under the couch, or still in the laundry basket. You had no idea where else it would be.

“Looking for something, sweetheart?” Bucky’s voice startled you as you were on your knees, in a slightly compromising position with your ass in the air, looking under the couch one last time. You sat right up and turned to him, surely looking like a deer in headlights.

“Oh, I just thought maybe I left something down here last night,” you tried to explain without having to really explain.

“What is it, I can help you look?”

“It’s nothing, really, I-”

“Tell me,” he instructed.

“It’s just..an article of clothing,”

“What does it look like?”

“It’s black…”

“That’s descriptive,”

“It’s not a big deal, honestly,”

“Why are you being so skittish?” he asked, eyes narrowing. You got scared all of a sudden, more worried he was thinking you were up to something than anything.

“I’m not, it’s just-...I’m looking for my thong,” you told him.

You avoided eye contact for a moment but when you risked a glance at him, his face was blushing a light pink.

“Oh,” he responded, a lopsided nervous smile breaking out on his face before he schooled his expression. “Well, uh, I haven’t come across it, but if I do, I’ll make sure to..return it.”

He spun on his heels to walk back into the kitchen as you grimaced at yet another not so great encounter.

“Coffee’s on if you take any,” he offered as you passed through the doorway.

“Thanks,” you replied quietly before grabbing a mug.

“I hope you don’t mind I used some of your groceries,”

“No, not at all, feel free,” you assured him. “I brought plenty.”

“And I hope you’re hungry, food’s almost done,”

“Yeah,” you breathed, “smells great.”

“How’d you sleep?” he probed, almost too casually.

“Alright. Woke up once or twice, but,” you trailed off. “How about you?” you asked back politely.

“Best sleep I’ve had in three months,” he acknowledged.

“Three months?”

“I’ve been gone for work since September. Most of my sleeping, the little I got anyway, was done on jets, motel beds, or couches.”

“Sounds grueling,”

“I’ve had worse,” he brushed off as he set a plate down before you. Two pancakes with some of your berries on the side, some bacon, and an egg.

“Thank you so much,” you beamed. “This looks amazing. What time did you get up?” you asked as you glanced at the time to see it was only nearing 8:15.

“I’m usually up by six, habit I guess,” he answered as he sat down with his own plate. Of the three other chairs at the table, one on each side, he took the seat next to you rather than the one across. His build was big and the table wasn’t, so though it seemed a good enough distance to prevent it being awkward, he still felt really close.

You simply nodded in response before looking down at your plate. You took your fork and cut into the stack of pancakes and prayed to any being that was listening that they would be good. You weren’t the best at hiding your initial reaction to things and you knew he was watching you take that first bite.

You were pleasantly surprised at the fluffiness. They were warm and buttery and your eyes closed in tantalizing delight. You couldn’t have stopped the small, sweet moan that you made if you wanted to.

“Oh my god,” you muttered, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as your lashes fluttered open, your eyes meeting his intense ones, nearling drowning in the blue before you looked away and back down at the food. “These are incredible. I never would have pegged you for a chef, but wow,” you complimented.

He laughed then, a beautiful sound you would’ve admired if you weren’t still slightly hung up on the look you swore you caught in his eye just a moment ago.

You ate breakfast with a much chattier Bucky than you’d met the night before. He asked you a lot of questions; what you do for work, where you live, what you do for fun, hobbies, friends, even asked about your relationships. He was quite the smooth talker, which you really weren’t expecting. There was this easy charm about him that made him seem disarming. It was almost hard to believe this was really once the man known as the Winter Soldier. Though every now and again, this look came over him. Almost imperceptible and always fleeting, but you couldn’t ignore it once you noticed. Something dark was lurking within him. Whether that was just the presence he gave off, if you were being biased because of what you knew he did for work, or if it was really there in him, you weren’t sure. But the weather was supposed to be clearing up by tomorrow, so you wouldn’t be sticking around to find out.

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After breakfast, you went upstairs to get some alone time. That was the main reason you had come to the cabin in the first place, to just get away from everyone and everything. You pulled your laptop out and decided on a movie to watch while you packed most of your things away. You wanted to be ready to go in the morning. You were fine leaving the decorations, the food, and the few items you had in the kitchen, you had your own stuff at home.

There was a knock on your door and you paused the movie and walked to open it. Unsurprisingly, you found Bucky on the other side.

“Long time no see,” you joked.

“Would you mind not having your door shut all the way?” he asked bluntly. You were slightly taken aback by his change of mood, but didn’t want to upset him any further than you apparently already had.

“Oh, sorry. Yeah, no problem,” you acquiesced.

He stood a lot taller than you and it was easy for him to look into the room behind you. He furrowed his brow when he saw one of your half packed bags on your bed before shooting you a questioning look.

You were really taken aback now, totally lost as to why he was looking at you the way he was.

“Going somewhere, doll?” he asked. There was an edge in his voice that was clear despite his attempt to hide it with a closed lip smile.

“Yeah, the uh, weather’s supposed to be cleared up by tomorrow so, I’m just getting my stuff packed,” you answered uneasily, attempting to hide your discomfort with a smile of your own. You only hoped yours wasn’t as see through as Bucky’s.

His tongue jutted out past his lips as he took in your answer before he nodded. “If you need help taking anything to your car, let me know.”

“Okay,” you breathed with a nod in return as he turned to walk away. “Thank you,” you added, watching him descend the stairs.

His behavior had you worrying you were being rude, but you couldn’t justify staying in his cabin for another three weeks just because he said he didn’t mind. It felt weird. You tried to shake off the feeling and returned to packing more clothes.

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The rest of the day passed pretty quickly. You stayed upstairs for the most part but went down for food and water every so often. You heard Bucky coming in and out of the cabin a few times, but had no idea what he could be doing out there. It was possible he was getting more logs from the wood shed but he wouldn’t have had to go in and out as many times as he did if it was just that. You figured it wasn’t really any of your business, though and carried on with yourself.

You seemed to have a hard time with the thought that maybe he was upset at you. It was odd because that feeling wasn’t a common occurrence in your life. You didn’t normally care what people thought of you, but the idea that you had bothered this guy so much was getting to you.

When you’d made yourself lunch, you made him a sandwich, too. He was doing some kind of work on his tablet while he sat on the couch in the living room. You set the plate down on the coffee table that was in front of him while you held yours in your other hand.

“I don’t know if you’ve eaten or not yet, but,” you started as you pushed the plate toward him. He looked over from his work to the plate and then up to you, almost surprised before a charming smile grew on his face.

“Thanks, sweetheart. That’s thoughtful of you,” he said appreciatively.

You smiled back before you headed to the staircase, feeling slightly better about the tension that you felt was so evident earlier. You were clearly reading into things.

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You pulled the pan of chicken from the oven as the timer on the stove began ringing. The smell of Italian herbs filled the air as you set the baked chicken to rest. You’d just finished the mashed potatoes and the broccoli was ready to go, too.

You hadn’t planned on making another dinner tonight, but Bucky came by your room and asked you if you wouldn’t mind and you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no. You didn’t want to be rude and it was your last night here. Plus you figured you wouldn’t be cooking like this again for a while, you couldn’t remember the last time you had cooked this much for yourself since you had moved out on your own.

You assumed the timer going off prompted Bucky to head to the kitchen because he appeared shortly after. You served both of you and sat down at the table once you got the glasses of water.

“So, uh, I’ll probably be heading out early tomorrow,” you began as you cut into your chicken breast.

“So you said,” he replied shortly.

“Right. I don’t know if you’ll be up when I leave, so I just want to say thank you, again,” you looked up at him, almost shy, nervous. The energy shifted yet again at your mention of leaving and he seemed a bit peeved.

“You mentioned John would come up here in January, did you want to set a date?” you asked, treading lightly.

He looked at you then, thinking for a moment before he spoke.

“I’ll call you,” he answered stoically.

“Okay. I’ll write my number down before I go,”

There was a tense silence between the two of you as you continued to eat.

You were growing more and more uncomfortable until Bucky cleared his throat, taking a sip of water and swallowing hard, sucking his teeth before he spoke.

“So, you have plans when you get home?” he asked, causing you to look up from your plate to him.

“No,” you shook your head, “not really.”

“Just tryin’ get out of here as fast as you can, huh?”

“Wha- no. It’s not - I’m not,”

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I get it, you don’t have to explain. All alone out here with the one time Winter Soldier. Doubt many would’ve stayed as long as you have already,”

“Really, Bucky. It’s not that. You seem like a really great guy. I just, I know you said you like your solitude, and I do, too. And I hate feeling like I’m intruding in your space. I think it’d just be better the sooner I go,” you tried to explain without offending him again.

He nodded softly as he averted his gaze, something akin to sadness swimming in the depths of his blue eyes. The apparent vulnerability had you rethinking what you’d thought about him previously.

“Well, thank you for dinner, doll. It was delicious,” he said as he stood from the table, taking his nearly empty plate to the sink before you heard him head upstairs.

“Great,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, feeling absolutely awful.

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You finished up in the kitchen after Bucky left and made sure to clean up the mess from dinner. You found a scrap piece of paper and wrote down your name and number before putting it up on the fridge with a magnet. You went upstairs and did one last go over your room, making sure you had everything ready to go in the morning. You grabbed your towel and a pair of pajamas and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower before you went to bed.

As you stood under the warm water, washing the suds of soap off your body, you thought you heard a creaking from the other side of the bathroom door. You peeked your head past the shower curtain and saw who you could only assume was Bucky’s shadow passing under the door frame. You quirked a brow, wondering where he was going but didn’t give it much more thought as you returned to finishing up under the water.

As you were drying off with your towel, you cursed under your breath as you realized you’d forgotten to grab a bra and a clean pair of panties. You bit your lip as you considered just running across the hall with your towel wrapped tight and pjs in your arms or just putting your pjs on and forgoing the undergarments completely. That wasn’t a problem for you normally, in fact it was a slightly common occurrence, but regrettably, the sleep shirt you’d grabbed was near see through and if you ran any risk of bumping into Bucky when you ran to the room, you’d rather it be in your towel than with your chest on display.

You finished drying off as best you could before rewrapping the towel around your body. You held your pjs under your arm and opened the door to scurry to the room, only to bump directly into a waiting Bucky.

His hands came out to steady you and you felt your skin warm beneath his touch.

“Oh my god,” you floundered as you gripped your towel tighter.

“I’m sorry, doll. I was just about to knock and ask if you needed anything taken to your car before I went to bed,” he explained, hands still holding you.

“I think I got it,” you chirped, just wanting to move past him already. You moved to sidestep him and only then did he drop his hands. You tried to ignore the way he had been looking at you from the moment you bumped into him. Heavy and dark. As you scampered past him into your room you could still feel his gaze on your curvy, rounded figure.

“Good night,” you called as you entered the room and turned to shut and lock the door behind you.

“Night, doll,” he said quietly as he watched you still.

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You only woke up once during the night, but the reason why was more disturbing than it had been the night previous.

You had left your door just barely ajar and put one of your duffle bags right behind it before you went to bed. You didn’t think Bucky would come into your room while you were sleeping or anything, but the night’s earlier encounter just had you feeling a little more vulnerable than you’d already felt.

Still, with the door partially open you could hear all the weary creaks of the cabin and the bumps that sounded from out in the hall. And with Bucky’s own door open, the noises from his room easily made their way into yours.

You thought you were imagining things at first, but the more awake you became, the more clearly you heard the sound of barely restrained grunts, and the wet squelching noises that only seemed to get rhythmically louder in sync with them, coming from across the hall.

Your heart was racing as you realized what it was you were hearing.. As you realized what it was that Bucky was doing.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to roll over without causing the bed to squeak under your weight.

You tried to tell yourself it was only human. Everybody does it. Who were you to judge what someone else does in the supposed privacy of their own bedroom in the middle of the night. Still, the thought of his eyes on you, his heavy gaze trailing up and down your body the way it did - the way it had even when he first saw you…there was something a little too intense there. It wasn’t right to assume things about people, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that your image might be somewhere in his thoughts as he got himself off.

You pulled a pillow over your head as you laid on your side and, gratefully, fell asleep sooner than you thought you’d be able to as you tried to ignore the strangled moan that sounded from across the hall and the odd sensation it sent through you before the near silence of the cabin returned.

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[beautifultypewriter]

Not sure if I can request multiple times but I was also wondering if I could get a mystical magical Saturday with thorin from the hobbit? I absolutely loved the Merlin one!

You most certainly can request more than one! I don’t actually write for Thorin, but for you I’ll do it this time. Plus the prompt I pulled worked well. And I’m so glad you liked the Merlin one! I ended up really liking that one too.

The Prompt: “You can’t do that!”

You knew that the second his eyes landed on you, you would be in trouble. Though you honestly didn’t think he had any right. You technically hadn’t done anything wrong. It not like he told you that you weren’t allowed at the meeting. He only requested that you not attend. And you knew he didn’t want you at the meeting because he didn’t want you on the quest, but Erebor was your home just as much as it was everyone else’s, so you were going whether he liked it or not.

You steeled your gaze and crossed your arms as Thorin walked into the room. His eyes moved over each dwarf at the table, but he stopped when his gaze landed on you. If he wanted to say something, he hid it well and instead he moved on with the meeting.

When the business was done and the hobbit was moved to his comfortable chair, you lingered by the dining table, watching the other dwarves move about the home. Thorin waited for them to leave the room before he turned to you, “I can’t say that I’m surprised to see you here. Though I had held hope that you would have followed my request.”

You shrugged one shoulder as you held his gaze, “I have a right to be here. Same as the rest.”

He nodded slowly, “You do have a right to the meeting,” you felt your chest puff out just a bit at that. Thorin’s eyes narrowed, “But,” you deflated, “the quest is another matter and I can’t let you come with us.” The two of you stared at each other as your jaw dropped.

You shook your head, “But… you can’t do that!” Thorin frowned at you and you could see him thinking about how to respond.

“He is King Under the Mountain.” You whirled around as you heard Kili’s low voice. He and Fili startled as you glared at them hiding in the doorway. As you turned back to Thorin, you saw the smug look take over his face. You could feel your body heating up as your mind raced for some kind of rebuttal.

Then it clicked and you smirked, “We’re not under the mountain.” Thorin’s smirk dropped as he stared down at you. You crossed your arms over your chest, “We’re in The Shire… in a hobbit hole. I’m going with you.” You could hear shuffling behind you as Fili and Kili whispered to each other in the silence that stretched on. Thorin glared at you, but you refused to falter and instead tilted your chin up.

Finally the king growled, “Fine.”

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[liaromancewriter]

Dolphins and Sharks

Premise: Max and Sienna paint the baby’s nursery, and an old rivalry resurfaces.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 930

A/N: This fic was requested by @kyra75 for Maxenna: paint. Submission for @choicesprompts Flufftober, @choicesoctober prompt: 'Partner' and @choicesflashfics week 54, prompt 3

Sienna Valentine stood in the doorway of the smallest of the spare bedrooms and took in the bare white walls, dark hardwood floor and single window overlooking the alley below. It didn’t have the best views in the apartment, tucked away as it was in the corner down the hall, but it would do.

She suspected the original builders had probably envisioned the room as a den or home office. Before she moved in last year, Max had used the space as a library. Later, they converted the room into storage when her things from Boston arrived, as well as the boxes of keepsakes and paraphernalia she’d left with her parents in New Orleans.

The room’s location, close to the master bedroom suite, and size made it perfect for their Little Bean’s nursery. She couldn’t wait to bring her vision to life.

“Ready for our painting date?”

Sienna leaned back as Max slipped his arms around her from behind, resting her head against his shoulder. His hands covered hers, and they cradled their unborn child together.

“Definitely ready to put you to work,” Sienna teased, giggling when he pouted.

“Are you sure this is safe for you and the baby?” He nuzzled the side of her neck, and she shivered, her eyes closing as his hands drifted up to cup her breasts. “It’s not too late to hire someone.”

Sienna’s eyes snapped open, and she pushed herself out of his embrace, turning to face him with a fierce expression.

“Nice try, Rich Boy, but I want us to decorate our baby’s nursery, not some stranger,” she reasoned. “Besides, given the amount of time you spent researching non-toxic paints, I think we’re safe.”

He smiled wryly and shrugged his shoulders in resignation. “Okay, but don’t complain if the end result sucks.”

Sienna patted his cheek and grinned. “It’s cute how you believe that I will let you leave here unless the room is picture perfect. Just follow my lead.”

Max swooped in to capture her mouth in a searing kiss that had her insides melting.

“I love it when you take charge,” he murmured against her lips. “Can I persuade you to seduce me tonight?”

“Only if you’re good,” she quipped. “Now, let’s get to work.” She pointed at the plastic roll. “Step one. Cover the floor with a drop cloth.”

A couple of hours later, Sienna hummed along to a catchy tune drifting from the Bluetooth speaker. The playlist they’d chosen cycled through Top 40 pop, indie and rock songs and suited the mood.

She stepped back from the wall she’d half painted and glanced sideways to check on the progress with the accent wall. Her eyes narrowed in contemplation at the expert way Max handled the paintbrush roller.

“You’ve been holding out on me,” she accused when he turned around and caught her staring. “You’ve done this before.”

“Oops, you caught me,” he said glibly. “I’m a hotelier by day and house painter by night.”

“Max…” she sighed, not in the mood for jokes.

Her back was killing her, and her stomach had been growling for the last twenty minutes. She did not want to admit that Max was right about having her take it easy and letting him do all the work.

“Sorry!” he said sincerely.

He must have sensed she was out of sorts for a different reason, for he walked over and eased her into a chair. She was grateful when he didn’t say, I told you so and just tucked a shawl around her shoulders.

“Remember my friend, Doyle?” he asked, crouching so that they were at eye level.

“Of course. We went to his wedding in the summer.”

“Well, he used to flip houses once upon a time,” Max explained. “All of us got roped into helping whenever he needed free labor. Painting, hammering nails into two-by-fours, installing grout in bathroom. You name it, we did it.”

She regarded the walls he’d already painted, and her lips curved into a teasing smile. “Well, if the bottom ever falls out of the hotel industry, you’ve got a second career as a house painter.”

He burst into laughter. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He rose from the floor and held out his hand. “Come on. Time for a break. You might be Superwoman, but all that hard labor’s made me hungry.”

The next day, Sienna and Max stood side by side, staring at the underwater-themed decals they’d just finished installing on the accent wall. Once the furniture arrived next week, the crib would go against this wall.

She sighed dreamily at the thought of their Little Bean guarded by a dolphin and a shark while he slept. She’d had her heart set on wallpaper originally, but her husband had been right. This was so much better. And they could easily change the decals as their son grew older.

“Go on, say it,” Max smirked, nudging her shoulder.

“… You were right,” Sienna grumbled, not wanting to admit defeat, but her smile gave her away.

She stretched on her toes and kissed the underside of his jaw. “Thank you for doing this for me.”

Max wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed the side of her head. “You’re welcome, but we’re hiring out for the next one.”

Sienna laughed, nestling into his side, and stared wistfully around the nursery. Their son would have the best of both of them, and that was everything she wanted.

As for the next one, she eyed Max shiftily. Well, she had plenty of time to change his mind.

Bonus

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[thepaintedlady00]

Oneshot: Dream & Whitelighter Reader

Part 2: The Fishers, The Dragon & The Endless

Another Whitelighter fic from @panic100 ! 🥰 Thank you so much for the request! I love you like it! ❤

TW: sibling shenanigans, mentions of fire, some sexual tension and light kissing

Most days being the resident Whitelighter of the Fisher house was quite boring. The girls were arguably the most responsible group I'd been in charge of over the course of my life. Sure they had their moments of over ambitious spells or simple mistakes, but they were mostly quite good at coming to me for help when they needed it. This, however, was not one of those times.

I had gone out for an hour. One hour of grocery shopping and upon my return things were far too quiet. Two of the girls were downstairs. Haylee was sitting ramrod straight in a chair reading, or pretending to anyway. Danielle was washing the dishes and rushing through conversations with me. The third, Abby, was nowhere in sight. Arms folded across my chest and eyes narrowed as I watched Danielle nervously talk, her eyes darting between the dishes and my face.

One of the key skills needed to be a good Whitelighter wasn't any spell or magical item, but patience and a good stare. After a few minutes Danielle tossed the sponge into the sink and turned to me. In an instant Haylee was on her feet talking over everything Danielle said until I held up my hands. "What is it? What have you three done?"

"It was Katie's idea!" Danielle shouted

"You're such a tattletale!" Haylee scoffed.

Danielle ground her teeth together. "I was gone keeping a secret until it started shooting fire everywhere!"

"What started shooting fire?" I interrupted with a hard look. "What did you three do?!"

A loud crash and a door slamming echoed from upstairs. Katie ran down, a bucket in hand, and froze upon seeing me. "Oh, you're home."

"I am," I said coldly. "And you're missing an eyebrow."

She slapped a hand over her face with a nervous laugh. "It'll grow back."

"Katie…"

"It wasn't his fault!" She insisted, "He's just a baby! He doesn't know how to control it yet!"

"WHAT did you summon?"

Haylee mumbled something under her breath, "Ababydragon."

I tilted my head at her. "Come again?"

"Ababydragon," She repeated only slightly louder.

"God!" Danielle shrieked, "A BABY DRAGON! It's a baby dragon!"

The three of them started shouting at one another as I pinched the bridge of my nose. "How did you even-" I cut myself off. "Don't tell me, just take me to the damn thing so I can figure out how to get it out of here."

Up the stairs locked in Katies bathroom, sitting in the now scorched tub sat the little creature. Bright blue scales glistened in the light as it played with a burnt ball in the tub. The shower curtains were slowly burning, the rugs and everything else in the room blackened and crisped by the flames. The four of us stood in the doorway, looking down at the beast quietly.

Katje spoke first. "He's cute isn't he?" I sent her a look. "Right, totally not the time for that."

"Any ideas?" Danielle asked, biting her nails. "You know how to get it out of here right?"

"She's the fucking Whitelighter of course she knows!" Haylee argued. "You do, right?"

"Not without all the neighbors seeing us drag a baby dragon out to the car so we can find somewhere open enough to not destroy the house." I answered, biting my lip. "I might have one idea… Give me five minutes, and don't let it burn anything else!"

I hurried to my room, pulling the small stone out of my drawer and holding it in my hand. "Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name, please come to me."

A minute passed and nothing but silence filled the room. Was I doing this right? I scratched my head. God I should have paid more attention when he showed me how to do this. "Dream of the Endless, I-"

"Morpheus," a voice said from behind me. I jumped with a startled yelp and shirked around to glare at the pale figure standing in my room. "Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, I hold your token and speak your name…" He took a step towards me, the smug smirk on his face growing every second. Once he stood, nearly chest to chest with me he continued, "please grant me an audience."

For a minute all I could do was stare into his night filled eyes, breathless at the mere sight of him. I blinked and slapped his shoulder. "Don't scare me like that you ass."

He chuckled, lifting a hand to brush my hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as he whispered, "Hello, my lite Whitelighter."

"Hello, Morpheus." I smiled at him, leaning into his touch.

"Did you call me here for my touch, little Whitelighter, or was there something you needed?" God his voice is sinful! 

I pulled myself out of the dazed feeling he brought with him and nodded toward the door. "My girls summoned a baby dragon."

His eyebrows rose, eyes lighting up with amusement. "Did they now? That is quite an impressive feat."

"Impressive and reckless." I laughed a little. "I could send it back, but it would draw far too much attention. So…"

"So you called upon me to smuggle the creature out of your quaint human neighborhood."

"Yeah," I admitted.

Dreams' eyes glowed down at me as he leaned him closer. "And what would I get in exchange for my services, Whitelighter?"

His lips were just a breath away as I tilted my head up at him. "What do you want?"

"You," he whispered earnestly. "I thought that much was obvious by now."

"It is," I replied. "I just like making you say it."

His smile grew. "Do you agree to my terms then?"

I playfully bumped my nose against his. "Yes, Endless, I agree to your terms."

He stood up straight. "Very well, shall we?"

The girls looked at Dream with faces of awe and surprise as he entered the room and bowed his head slightly to them. "Hello, Haylee, Katie and Danielle."

They looked at me. "This is Dream. He's here to help us with our pest problem."

Dream moved around them toward the bathroom door. "Is he another Whitelighter?"

"No," I answered, watching him kneel down and stroke the creature's head. "He's an Endless."

"Endless?" Danielle asked quietly. "What's that?"

"Something you lot don't need to know about yet."

Dream gently lifted the baby dragon out of the tub and wrapped it in his coat, bringing the creature out to us. "Now would be the time for goodbyes."

Katie sighed, rubbing the beasts about. "Bye Cookie, I'll miss you."

"Cookie?" I asked with a laugh. "That's the name you gave it?"

"He likes cookies." She shrugged.

After Dream had disappeared with the dragon I put the girls to work repairing the damage done to the bathroom. It took an hour to get everything fixed and the chores finished, but as I peeked into their rooms and looked at their sleeping faces I just smiled. I loved them, each one of them, and was grateful for my job. Returning to my own room I felt the cold sensation of Dreams power long before I saw him.

"How'd it go?" I asked turning to look at him as he studied the pictures on my dresser. 

"The creature has been returned to where it belongs." He assured me before looking back at the photos. "They're skilled for their age."

I smiled and stood beside him, leaning against his solid form. "They're good kids. And one day they'll be great witches."

Dream turned, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me into his chest. "I was glad to hear from you so soon."

"Were you so miserable without me, Dream Lord?" I teased pulling at his coat.

"Very," he said softly as he set his head to mine.

I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. "Well I'm here now and I believe we made a deal."

He lifted my chin with his fingers. "That we did, my Whitelighter."

"I'm yours, my Dream." I smiled. "Always."

Bathed in moonlight from my window he kissed me, deep and intimate, filling every inch of my body with the powerful and potential love he bore me. The love that only ever existed in dreams. Buried in his arms, his body pressed to mine, our lips moving together all I could do was feel happy. I was his and he was mine.

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[mylevisdontfitanymore]

stucky and stuckage. steve and/or bucky getting so fat that they keep getting stuck in only narrow spaces at first, but as they get bigger and wider they start getting stuck in doorways and other, wider spaces that any normal-sized person would be able to fit through with ease. bonus points if the one who gets stuck is teased by the other about just how fat theyve gotten while theyre trying to squeeze through a doorway

Before I actually talk about your ask, which is a great idea btw, the idea of someone getting stuck and enjoying it always makes me think of a part of my kink awakening when I was a kid that I need to talk about 😅

It's a book called "Snot Stew" by Bill Wallace and the basic part of it is that two kittens are left to fend for themselves, humans find them, then they become pets. One of the kittens is relaxed and comfortable around their human owners, the other kitten isn't. The kitten that is comfortable eventually steels the other uncomfortable kitten's food as well as eating their own food. Which... and I think you can see where this is going 👀... leads to that kitten getting fat. There are descriptions of said kitten waddling around, getting fatter and fatter, until one day the kitten gets stuck in a hole in the fence outside of the house when trying to come back into the yard! The kitten is too fat to come back inside. And there's a harrowing situation/climax in the book because of the stuckage that then leads to the moral that you shouldn't be greedy and should share all the time because it will come back to bite you.

However.

You all fucking know what part my brain latched onto-

The stuckage.

Anyway. Yes. Stucky and stuckage.

Unbeta'd stucky belly kink. Warnings for consensual fat shaming, humiliation, semi-public kink, weight gain, immobility, etc.

Bucky getting a little chubby and trying to do the thing™️ where you slip through a door as it closes so you don't have to reach out and grab it yourself, re-opening it. Except. He doesn't make it. The door closes on his softly curving belly and vaguely thicker thighs and butt, Bucky thinks nothing of it though. There could be any reason for that, not necessarily because he's gaining weight.

Immediately my brain thought of this as Bucky getting fatter and fatter.

Bucky getting so fat that they keep getting stuck in only narrow spaces at first, but as they get bigger and wider they start getting stuck in doorways and other, wider spaces that any normal-sized person would be able to fit through with ease.

Bucky getting stuck between the wall and Steve when Steve sneaks past him in their apartment hallway. Bucky is more flustered by having Steve so close to him, a goddamn wall of muscle, than he is flustered by feeling himself squish into the wall.

Bucky getting not exactly stuck but hitting his widening hips on corners, tables, chairs, and everything. He's not used to the size of his body anymore, exploding out. Wider and wider. Heavier and heavier. Steve notices the bruises coloring his softening flesh, he kisses them while saying things in a worshipful tone that... wouldn't be nice if he weren't all about Bucky's increasing fat. "Getting all fat and clumsy on me, hm Buck? Gonna start waddling around soon under all this thick, soft fat? Make your ass bruise easier than an overripe peach as you start losing your balance, growing more, huh, fatty? Could bruise you like this, just barely pinching your fat tummy. You poor big baby."

Bucky getting stuck in the tighter spaces in their apartment, like the tiny tiny supply closet they have. If Steve isn't there, Bucky let's himself enjoy the moment (unless he's running late to do something else, then he huffs in frustation), the feeling of his plush fat squished will never get old, then tries to shimmy his way out or calls Steve over to help. Speaking of which, if Steve is with him, Steve makes a big deal out of it. Faking his "hardest" shoves and pushes, claiming he can't get Bucky out and they're gonna have to call the fire department so they can cut the drywall or furniture or whatever is around him, entrapping him. They're gonna have to call and... "then they'll come and see nothing but a big, fat whale stuck. Beached on land. Struggling to do anything for himself. So fat and useless."

Bucky getting stuck in diner booths because he's too big. Fat belly pouring over the edge of the table where it cuts into him. Blushing hard and stifling moaning burps as Steve covertly tries to slide him out, whispering in Bucky's ear, "if you break this booth, they're gonna make us pay for damages and we both know we can't afford that and also afford your huge fucking appetite or your tent sized clothes, so c'mon, get a move on. Or should I say get a moove on, you huge cow." His whispering does not ease Bucky's blushing or his moaning. Nor does it help his situation because he's a lot more reluctant to get up when he has an erection than when he doesn't (not that the major tent he's pitching will be visible under his massive stomach, hanging low, even as stuffed as he is).

Bucky getting stuck in his car. His belly is too wide and heavy, pressing against the steering wheel and center console and door of his little car and he has to call Steve to help him out. Steve says he will only help him out if Bucky will go in Steve's truck to a drive-thru after. Bucky's stomach growls. He has to agree. All the way to the drive-thru (actually, the drive-thrus, as in multiple, because Bucky is too fat to be satisfied after just one), Steve has one hand on Bucky's massive thigh, squeezing and saying terrible things in that smooth, sweet voice. It makes Bucky's head spin and his nerves ignite with heat. "Eventually, y’know, when you're craving fast food and you eat yourself outta fitting in my truck like you did your own fucking car, I'm gonna have to get a crane to put yoy in the bed of the truck and take you from drive-thru to drive-thru that way... I just hope you never get over the weight limit so we can't do that either."

Bucky getting stuck in doorways. Wide hips and rolls and rolls of blubber pressing against the walls. Steve finding him when he's unsuspecting because Bucky didn't call out, so used to getting stuck by this point, having gotten so large... Steve just walks right into Bucky's fat ass. Literally. He's looking down at his phone, not forward as he wanders through their apartment until BAM! He's stopped by Bucky's huge figure, literally bouncing off of him and back a little ways. Steve groans in arousal once he realizes what's happened. Then, he growls, "you stuck, fatty?" as he gropes Bucky's doorway-wide ass, grabbing handfuls of fat, sticking his fingers in between the tight rolls of blubber around his sides and back, pinching his wobbling thighs, petting his fat arms... Bucky shudders under his touch, feeling like prey under a predators paw. (Steve may or may not go with the porn approach of trying to fuck him until he becomes unstuck, thrusts jostling his huge body enough to slip free and crash down onto the floor with a moan. All of his fat jiggling and making him finally come in combination with Steve's dick sliding between his cheeks because said cheeks are too fat and round for Steve to slide all the way inside his hole 🤤)

(kinda like this art by @namjoonscutetummy )

Also, just, Bucky getting stuck on the couch when it gives out under his massive ass 😳 (is he then stuck on the floor? 🤔 if the couch is in two pieces on either side of him?)

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[c-e-d-dreamer]

Soft Nessian “I don’t care what people say when we’re together, you know I wanna be the one to hold you in your sleep” happily

Oh my gosh, yes! I love Happily! It's absolutely a top 10 One Direction song for me. Thanks so much for sending! It's not entirely soft, and has some drama, but I hope you still enjoy :)

I don’t care what people say when we’re together. You know I want to be the one to hold you when you sleep.

Once again Nesta finds herself hesitating just outside the doorway to the dining room. She always seems to find herself hesitating. No matter how much time passes. No matter how many reassurances Cassian gives her. There’s always a voice prickling at the back of her mind, whispering cruelly. Perhaps it’s something in the trill of voices, in the loud laughter, she can hear floating from inside the room. But it makes her skin crawl because she knows it’s not for her. It will never be for her.

She has to give them credit for pretending at least, all too polite expressions and pretty words. But Nesta doesn’t miss the way Mor’s smile will drop once her attention is elsewhere, the way Rhysand’s eyes will narrow when he thinks she isn’t looking. She knows there are words whispered behind her back, behind their back, about them just as much as it’s about her.

Nesta is happy though. Being with Cassian makes her happy, fills her with a lightness she doesn’t think she’s ever felt in her life. The way his eyes soften, the smile she knows is just for her, still has butterflies erupting in her gut every time, and there’s a warmth and safety in his arms, in his mere presence. She knows that Cassian sees her, understands her, in a way no one else ever has or ever will, and she knows there’s a side of him he’s only comfortable unmasking with her.

So Nesta tells herself that it doesn’t matter what people say, that she doesn’t care, but sometimes, it’s easier said than done.

A light touch at the small of her back startles Nesta out of her thoughts. She turns to find Cassian standing beside her. He offers her a small smile before stepping past her and into the dining room. Nesta takes a final deep breath and follows behind him, taking a seat at the large, dark wood table.

For the most part, dinner is uneventful. Chatter echoes around Nesta as she loads up her plate, making sure she scoops an extra spoonful of potatoes onto her plate for when Cassian inevitably steals from her plate. She answers Elain’s quiet questions as she eats, and she’s nearly finished when Mor turns her attention toward their end of the table.

“So, we’re all going out after this,” Mor explains in that bright, bubbly tone of hers. “We’ll hit the town, probably start at Rita’s.”

“We’re good,” Cassian answers easily, spearing his fork through one of the potatoes on Nesta’s plate and popping it into his mouth.

Cassian doesn’t see the way Mor’s mouth twists at his response, her brightly painted lips turning down in a frown, but Nesta doesn’t miss it. She doesn’t miss the way Mor’s eyes flick toward her.

“You never go out anymore,” the blonde mutters as she turns back to her own plate.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cassian questions.

“I’m merely pointing out that we used to go out often, and now we really don’t.”

“Nes and I just prefer quiet nights in.”

“It doesn’t always have to be a we. I’m sure Nesta can let you out for one night of drinks.”

It’s the wrong thing to say. The whole dining room goes pin drop silent, everyone watching carefully, eyes darting between Mor and Cassian. Cassian’s grip on his fork tightens, his knuckles going white, and Nesta reaches a hand out toward his thigh under the table, a cautious, comforting weight.

A breath passes. Two. And then Cassian is standing up abruptly, the legs of his chair scraping against the hardwood floors.

“We’re leaving,” Cassian declares.

“Cassian,” Rhysand cuts in, ever the peacekeeper. “I’m sure that Mor didn’t mean—”

“I know exactly what she meant,” Cassian interrupts with a quiet growl. “I know what all of you say, all of you think, and we’re leaving. Nes?”

Cassian turns toward Nesta, holding his hand out in silent offering. She doesn’t have to think twice, sliding her palm against his and letting him gently tug her to her feet. They walk out of the dining room and the house hand in hand, and then Cassian is scooping Nesta up and flying them back to the House of Wind. The sun has long since set, and Nesta watches as the lights of the city twinkle below them.

When they land back on the balcony, Cassian heads for the kitchen and Nesta pads into their bedroom. She makes quick work of taking down her up do and re-braiding her hair more comfortably for sleep. She changes into a nightgown and is just slipping under the blankets when Cassian returns with a mug of tea in each hand. Nesta takes one of the mugs from his outstretched hands gratefully, but as she blows on the steaming liquid, she finds herself sighing softly, mind still drawn back to the evening’s earlier events.

“I’m sorry,” Nesta murmurs, taking a small sip.

“For what?” Cassian asks from where he’s changing near their wardrobe.

Nesta settles him with an unimpressed look. “For dinner.”

Cassian’s brow furrows and then he’s padding over to the bed, slipping in beside Nesta. “You have nothing to apologize for. Mor should apologize. To you.”

“I just—”

Before Nesta can even finish her thought, Cassian presses a finger to her lips, effectively cutting her off. She rolls her eyes at the gesture, but that just has Cassian’s smile growing in amusement. When he’s sure that Nesta isn’t going to try and speak again, he shifts his arms to wrap around her waist, tugging her down and against him so they’re tangled together beneath the blankets, their noses just a hairsbreadth apart.

“I don’t care,” Cassian promises her, his voice quiet but full of conviction. “I don’t care what anyone says or anyone thinks. All I care about is you, us. That I get to hold you like this every night and that you’re the first thing I see every morning.”

“You’re incredibly sappy, did you know that?”

“You like it.”

Nesta rolls over to her other side, hiding her smile into her pillow. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

#nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #acotar #nessian fanfiction #nessian fic #nesta x cassian #my fic

[wonderlandleighleigh]

Love your writing! If you’re still taking prompts, how about Midge/Lenny pre-get-together and *gasp* there’s only one bed? 😳

Let's call this an alternate ending to 2x10

Here's how it happens:

She sticks around for the Steve Allen gig, and Lenny gets a big, heartfelt hug when he comes off stage, which, to be honest, Midge wasn't expecting to give him, but...he needed it.

She kind of did, too.

And she has every intention of saying her goodbyes, finding a cab, and heading to Joel, with her head full of feelings about winding up...

Well...

Alone.

The problem being that when she and Lenny step out of the television studio, it is dumping rain, there are no cabs, and the subway looks packed with people. Getting anywhere will be impossible.

"Come with me!" Lenny calls over the loud rain around them, and she pulls her umbrella out, lifting it over her head as she follows him, trying to lift it over his too, but he's walking fast, and it's hard to cover both of them.

Eventually, they get to a small walk-up, and Lenny leads her inside and to one of the small apartments.

"It's not much," he apologizes. "I gave up my actual apartment, but I keep this place for emergencies. At six bucks a month, it's a steal."

She shivers as he leads her inside. The space is small, but clean, with a corner for a kitchen, a couple of chairs and a table, a neat-looking bed and a doorway to what Midge assumes is a restroom.

"We can wait things out here," he tells her.

"We could have gone to a bar, or a diner," Midge offers, a little amused.

"We could have," Lenny concedes, as he disappears into the restroom, emerging with a couple of towels. "But they don't have these."

She catches the one offered to her, and sheds her coat before wrapping it around herself, trying to dry off. "Thanks."

"Sure," he nods, pulling off his suit jacket and using his own towel.

They warm up and dry off in companionable silence, and once Lenny finishes, he looks over at her.

"Thank you," he says. "For coming to this thing. It was very kind."

Midge smiles at him warmly. "It was no problem. It was fun."

He nods and gathers the towels up. "I uh...I don't have a tv or anything...it might be a little boring until this rain lets up."

"That's okay," she says. "I uhm...I actually have a lot no my mind, so the quiet is okay."

"Yeah?" he asks, lifting his eyebrows. "Care to share?"

Midge takes a breath. "I got a good. A good one."

He smiles slowly. "Do tell."

"Shy Baldwin wants me to tour with him," Midge tells him.

"No shit. That's incredible."

"Thanks."

Silence falls over them for a moment, before Lenny narrows his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

She doesn't respond right away, crossing her arms.

"Come on, I poured my guts out to you the other night, it's your turn," he says, grinning at her a little.

"I just-I'm gonna be alone," she shrugs. "There's not gonna be someone willing to wait for me until I get back from stuff like this. Certainly not Benjamin. And Joel- my ex, Joel - would never."

He gazes at her understandingly, letting her talk.

"I chose this," she goes on. "I am choosing this life and I don't regret it and this opportunity is amazing but it means I'm leaving behind a lot of the things I thought I wanted. You were right. I can't go back to jell-o molds. But I guess I didn't realize what that really meant until tonight."

"That's not what I meant," he says gently. "I mean, it is, kind of, but -"

She looks at him expectantly. "You're not wearing your wedding ring anymore. Your marriage fell apart, too?"

"Yeah, but it's been falling apart ever since we got married," Lenny admits. "We weren't the people either of us wanted each other to be."

Midge nods and takes a seat on the bed. "You don't feel alone?"

He shrugs and sits next to her, keeping a good bit of distance between them. "Sometimes," he admits. "But not all the time."

She looks at him and takes a breath. "I really didn't want to be alone tonight."

"You're not," he tells her. "Or am I chopped liver?"

Midge laughs a little and crosses her arms. "I don't know that this rain is gonna let up any time soon."

"Yeah, might go all night."

"You don't mind me staying?"

"You can even have the bed."

"No. I can just- there are chairs."

Lenny rolls his eyes. "Midge, it is not often I am overcome with chivalry. I would not turn it down if I were you."

"Lenny, we can share the bed."

"Are you a kicker?"

"Yes, you'll love it."

He laughs a little - really laughs, and Midge decides she likes that sound.

******

She wakes up before dawn, and Lenny is sleeping on the other side of the bed, over the covers, back turned to her.

Midge takes a breath and sits up, leaning over him. "Hey. I gotta get going."

He rolls onto his back and gazes up at her in the dim light of pre-morning, his eyes sleep-dazed. "Yeah," he whispers back. "You gonna be okay?"

She nods, but doesn't move. "Thank you. For last night."

"Thank you for last night," he says. "It meant a lot. You showin' up. I didn't put your name on the list because I didn't think you would."

"Well now you know me better than that," she tells him, her hand doing something she doesn't expect as it strokes through his curly hair.

His grin falls as they stare at each other, and suddenly she's leaning in, kissing him slowly, his hands reaching up to hold onto her hips. The kiss deepens as Lenny sits up, and Midge's arms wrap around his neck.

Lenny smells like rain and aftershave and it's a nice combination and oh my god, what is she doing?

They pull apart, both breathing heavily as his hands stroke up her back slowly.

"Now you know me a lot better," she quips, and finds herself being kissed more passionately.

She had imagined that she'd wind up with Joel like this. That she would show up at his little place and they would have sex that would either mean something or it wouldn't, and then she'd disappear into the night, and instead, Lenny's hand is trailing down her leg and up her skirt and why does this feel so right?

"Midge, if you wanna go, you should tell me right now," he warns as he kisses down to her neck. "Because things are very quickly getting out of hand."

The feel of his thumb, stroking her thigh is unexpectedly tender, and when he lifts his head, she stares into his eyes, dazed still, but with heat and want instead of sleep.

And she kisses him again.

*****

The kiss goodbye is soft, and surprisingly sweet. He slips a piece of paper with a couple of phone numbers on it into her handbag the same way he'd slipped that joint into another one the year before.

"Give me a call from the road?" he asks hopefully.

Midge smiles and kisses his cheek. "You got it."

#fic #au #alternate 2x10 #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #Midge Maisel #Lenny Brue

[lokrow]

Hades Tigers: SC 0 - part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Global fic content tags: Injuries, violence, necromancy, mild gore, blood, character death, reflections on life, im-/mortality and love, mentions of alcohol, smoking and corpses.

Day 2: Noon

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Shrimp tried not to laugh as Dagmar sat awkwardly in the too small folding chair Rat had set out for them, she looked over the one room apartment Shrimp and Rat called a home. There were shelving units keeping everything from clothes to books to the plates Rat used to set the table. The tall tigress felt her size entering a space clearly designed for the diminutive Rat and Shrimp as the young women busied themselves about her to make sure she was as well accommodated as they could make her feel, while she was far too scared to budge and risk damaging anything.

"Do you have any allergies or food triggers?" Shrimp yelled from the kitchen, some of those words were alien to Dagmar in the way the younger woman used them. While the tigress' fur showed little of her age, she was simply of a different time. Nevertheless, she understood the general context of the query and shook her head. "She says no!" Rat relayed as Shrimp's hand popped through the doorway with a thumb up. "Food ready in…  Whenever it’s ready!" She confirmed, immediately followed by the sound of a cutting board being struck with the sharp end of a cleaver repeatedly.

“How long have you been singing for? It was really pretty!” Rat awkwardly opened, sitting in one of the other folding chairs. Dagmar was almost scared to open her mouth, it was the first time since being cursed that someone had complimented her singing. But were they complimenting the result of the curse? Or somehow was it that it was losing effect? Dagmar feared finding out. If only because she wasn’t sure which outcome she preferred.

“My… Ahem, My whole life.” Her voice felt rasped with the uncertainty as it came out, sitting stiff in her own chair. “So… thirty…eight years?” Dagmar wavered, indicating some uncertainty. “But can you… hear it?” Dagmar saw Rat’s eyes narrow in a smile, like she tried holding her laugh. “Well of course I can, you were singing.” Rat said with a chuckle.

Shrimp peered over through the doorway to see Rat laughing and Dagmar looking confused if only briefly. Shrimp couldn’t hear over the sound of sizzling oil, a boiling kettle and the kitchen fan spinning at full speed. But when she peered through again, both Dagmar and Rat appeared to be laughing together. Shrimp smiled and nearly added bell peppers to the sink rather than the frypan in her distraction. “Rat, could you get me the feta cheese from the fridge?” Shrimp asked as she sautéed with one hand and turned the oven up with another while yet another combed through the nearby cupboard for breadcrumbs and chili flakes. .

Rat’s natural shyness seemed to have shed completely away as the trio wandered the streets of Hades. Shrimp’s bell pepper pie had been filling yet light and they’d opted for a walk to relieve Dagmar of the cramped position she put herself in to fit in their chairs.

“How long have you been doing ballet?”. The question was asked innocently, but Dagmar could notice in both the women’s reactions that she’d hit a chord most dissonant. Rat’s bright mood darkened, the window in her fur dimming noticeably. Her kinked tail coiled up into her hand where she pawed at the old injury reflexively. Shrimp while not seeming so personally affected shifted from gleeful to worried. Three arms wrapping around her girlfriend and holding her hands with two more. Rat let go of her tail to hold Shrimp’s hand and it coiled around Shrimp’s own tail. All this in only a few seconds yet to Dagmar, it felt agonisingly slow and all the while she couldn’t think what there could be to correct. “I’ve been doing ballet for 15 years, since 6, Rat’s been doing it for 10, since 11.” Shrimp spoke for both of them, finally looking up at the tigress to see extreme remorse for an error she still didn’t understand she’d made. “Rat…” Shrimp held herself back. “... Let’s go to the docks first, it’s Rat’s story to tell if she wants. Wanna call one of your friends, Love?” Shrimp smiled reassuringly and Rat quietly nodded. “I don’t really know how she does it but we can always go where we want quicker like this.” as Shrimp finished the sentence and before Dagmar could ask her to clarify, the city block they were standing on lifted as though carried by unseen forces. Rat’s eyes were closed and the windows in her fur seemed to flicker at regular intervals. She opened her eyes to look up and behind her as if seeing something that wasn’t there.

Except it was. Shrimp and Dagmar both quiet, one out of respect and the other out of curiosity, Rat alone could see the Architect behind them. Rat nodded, as if in silent communication. She knew this Architect, the Rat King of Hades. A towering spectral agglomeration of fur, flesh, stone and glass with looked at her with myriad eyes. Her ears fluttered as she heard the chittering of its masses, a simple question. “The docks, please.” Dagmar looked to the sky where Rat had been looking, Shrimp simply too used to it to try to discern the shape looming over the buildings around them, though Rat had described it a thousand times in a thousand different ways. To Rat’s eyes, the gigantic mass of rodents that formed the Rat King’s head seemed to nod and as some rodents ran along the upper layers of its shape to pass on the message, slowly the city block began to move. 

It would have taken the three of them hours to reach the docks from where Shrimp and Rat’s home was beforehand. Yet with only a twist of the Rat King’s body, Shrimp and Rat’s home was now a street corner away from the docks. Dagmar turned as they descended to see where they had come from and already another city block was lowering into the space they’d left behind.

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Bones crack. "You should stop this." Doom's hand presses into Julia's back, realigning her spine magically. "Each repair is taking longer than you're letting me work. At this rate, a single punch might break your neck." Doom warned, her voice stern as she passed her hand down her wife's back.

It had been a good few handful of years in Hades now. The Doom Ellis that arrived jaded and cynical was… well, no less jaded or cynical. But she wouldn't have been able to predict that in taking a job as a ringside medic for a prominent professional wrestling promotion she would meet Julia.

At the time, a fantastic entertainer, Julia walked, talked and wrestled like she had no care for the people who came to watch her or her own body. Because both of those were true. Her magnetic personality and frequent need for medical care had drawn them close, but it was Julia’s retirement from pro-wrestling following unrecoverable injuries which had cemented their relationship. Doom stuck by Julia as the fighter graduated from kayfabe to shoot fights in the alcohol infused mud of an underground fight pit. Why she had, she wasn’t sure. She simply had. And fight after fight, healing session after healing session, the two women had grown closer, inseparable even. There was a connection between them hardened by Julia’s fights and forged in the soft heat of Doom’s healing magic. The knowledge she’d been taught from her family’s work on corpses translated now to preventing death. It was an unforeseen change of discipline, one she knew her family wouldn’t approve of. One that had taken meeting the love of her life in the land of the dead to accomplish.

Doom smiled a rare smile as her hand readjusted a pair of dislocated ribs, to Julia's audible displeasure which Doom cared not for in this moment. "How long has that been nagging you?" Doom's tone was chastising, she could tell those had been out for a while, Julia didn't much care for the injuries she picked up in the pit as she cared not for those she used to pick up bumping in and around a wrestling ring. With how often she fought compared to when she let Doom fix her back up, it wasn't uncommon for Doom to find old injuries that she only noticed when they became too hard for Julia to no-sell.

Julia groaned, a spasm coursing through her back as her wife’s magic pulled at cracked bone and thinning ligaments, restoring tissue slowly and with more care than her body was used to. “Chica… You worry too much.” she hissed as Doom realigned a vertebrae.

“I wouldn’t have to if you took care of your body.” Doom sternly replied as she tapped on Julia’s shoulder blade, a dull thud resonating through her chest. Julia turned around on the table, looking up at Doom’s cold eyes, she smiled as Doom came around to stand behind her.

“Why would I when I have you to take care of it?” Julia’s bravado dulled as Doom’s cold hands passed through the fighter’s hair to link behind her neck, Doom’s expression darkened still. “I really wish you’d cancel this so I can work on your neck.” As she felt around, Doom felt the state of Julia’s neck. It was worse than her initial assessment. Her lips thinned in disapproval, they’d fought about Julia taking on fight after fight whether she won or lost, whether she was injured or not, whether she died or lived. “You know that’s not happening…” Julia’s dull black eyes slowly blinked as they looked at each other, faces close. Doom sighed and some of her hair fell lightly onto Julia’s face. Julia started raising a hand to place the strand of hair back over her wife’s shoulder when Doom interrupted her. “Don’t. Move. I already don’t get enough time working on your neck, if you move you’ll make it harder for me.” Julia’s hand drops slightly as Doom closes her eyes to focus, Her magic coursing back and forth between her fingers and through Julia’s neck, as if weaving tissue back. “Your neck is hanging by a thread, you should let me work on this today.” Doom’s tone was stern and her face was firmly expressionless despite her apparent concern. Julia sighed, raising her hand to place Doom’s hair back over her shoulder. “That’s not happening.” Her tone was harder, her eyes more determined. “I have a fight in 10 minutes.”. Doom rolled her eyes and slumped slightly over Julia, she could feel the slow breath over her shut eyelids. “Your hair is getting long again. Need to redo the twists?” Julia’s smile is audible, Doom sighs again. “Please stop moving.” Julia smiles wider, disregarding her wife’s advice and raising her arms to link her fingers behind Doom’s neck as Doom has behind her own. She cranes her head up, pulling Doom down slightly to kiss her forehead as she pulled her own head away from Doom’s hands. “Julia!” Doom’s voice is irritated as she raises up, dispelling her magic. Her face is firmly set and lips thinned in the only external indicator of her emotions. She breathes out, calming her effusion as Julia sits up on the table, rolling her head on a barely healed neck. “Ah, all new. See, Chica, no need to worry” Julia smirks as she hops down the table and slides her clothes back on. A banging thud cracks the table as Doom slams her fist onto the table. “Julia, stop fucking with me.” Doom’s eyes shine with an electricity Julia hasn’t seen since their last fight. “Why do you care so much about honouring some poor sod in a muddy pit? You’re an underground fighter, not the main event of the show anymore. You’re not fighting for money, there’s no fame to be had here and there’s certainly no honour in knocking out cocky drunkards with delusions of fame for a drink and a few obols. So why are you so determined to run your body ragged in pointless fights?” Doom’s eyes betrayed no emotion despite her words, a quirk Julia was well accustomed to now, Doom looked stern and distant from her own emotions and Julia had to pay attention to her word choice and body language to understand the person behind the outward shell. “Chica, do you really think I have an answer for you you’ll be satisfied with?” Julia stepped towards Doom, just then, a swelling roar flowed through the closed door of the locker room. “They want a fight. I’ll give them a fight. It’s that simple.” Julia clenched her fist, it wasn’t that simple but she was not a woman who dwelled on what she saw as empty ponderings. “I know what I’m good at and what’s fun. And that’s fighting.” Julia rounded past Doom, kissing the other woman’s forehead as she passed her. She opened the door, pausing and turning around before shaking her shoulders at Doom who rolled her eyes. “Just enjoy the show, Chica.” 

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Day 2, Dusk out now.

#blaseball #hades tigers #fanfic #short circuit

[makeroomforthejolyghost]

have noticed that even though i can walk, indeed enjoy going for short walks (when weather and spoons permit), i actively fantasize about having a wheelchair for getting to and from class and other lots-of-walking/standing-type situations

but like. i have one and i can’t use it. it’s one of those cheap heavy chairs like you’d get at a hospital and a. it’s been beat up/on the verge of broken ever since i got it, so every time i try using it i pray it doesn't break; and b. the last time i tried a practice round in it i self-propelled all of one block and ended up near tears from pain

so for this fantasy to work i would have to get a Good, Expensive one, either motorized or so light that maneuvering it didn't hurt much. which, logically speaking just seems so not worth it since i’d only want it for a few hours three days a week

plus, i remember the awkwardness and inconvenience!! i hated not fitting through doorways/narrow corridors, having to shout for attention because no one ever saw me, how much of a nuisance bus drivers treated me as, the pity and fear in people’s faces/voices whenever they noticed me

and also i don’t! actually know for sure that it would be more comfortable than walking! i feel like it’d be better in the heat since, you know, it would mean i could exist in hot weather without combining this pots trigger with its fellows Standing and Exercise, and also like just Obviously i’d have more energy right?? since getting from place to place wouldn't take so much strength and concentration? but when i used the one i have i also remember being. constantly cold, and thus plagued by raynaud's. and getting ex treme ly sore from having to sit still all the time. like the same “constant silent scream”-level pain i get walking home from the bus

and of course i don’t know if it’d be feasible anyway—if i could afford to get anything that’d satisfy my needs, or, hell, if i could even manage to convince a medical authority to set me up with an appointment to get those needs assessed

and god, even if i did? i shudder imagining being fitted and interviewed about it. i’d be so ashamed, feel like such a fraud that i’d be too shy to engage helpfully with their questions

but like. in the fantasy it's nothing like last time. it fits me--it's not huge and bulky, doesn't require me to plant my legs at a weird angle. things don't get caught on the tricky handle all the time, making the top corner of the backrest collapse behind me. i can use the cupholder without constant fear some careless passerby will knock it down. the cushion under me doesn't slide around and squeak. it's comfortable enough that at a restaurant i'd rather stay in it and move the other chairs away--i'm not so desperate to sit any other way than this one that metal cafeteria chairs look comfortable. i can ride a train without sliding five feet every time it stops. it looks nice, like an extension of me, or a place i've chosen to live

so yeah ok i guess it’s just a fantasy.

still really want it though

[omegas-playhouse]

Alpha!Kuroo X Omega!Reader

CW: Omegaverse, knotting, breeding kink(tiny tiny bit), creampie, elevator sex, AFAB, NSFW. If I missed anything let me know!

~**~**~** MINORS DNI **~**~**~

You groaned as you stretched leaning back in your office chair. The office was so much better not constantly filled with people asking you questions and stopping you every so often. You always worked better after hours once everyone had mostly gone home for the day. You enjoyed your coworkers for the most part but they were very distracting. Especially today in particular.

You looked back down at your paperwork before you picked up your pen and started working once again. Though after a moment your nose twitched before you frowned. You smelled him long before he darkened your doorway. You didn’t look up as he walked closer to your desk propping himself up on it. “What do you want Kuroo?” He smirked. “Just came to see how my favorite coworker is doing.” You rolled your eyes. “Wish I could be bothered to say the same. Now get out. I’m trying to get this work done.” He chuckled. “You’re so mean…you’ll hurt my feelings.” “I will hurt more than your feelings if you don’t leave.” He smirked again leaning closer to you with that stupid wolfish grin on his face. You hated how it gave you butterflies.

“You know for someone who claims to hate me so much your scent seems to say otherwise, omega.” You frowned your pen, halting its movements. You narrowed your eyes and you glared at him. “What are you talking about?” He smirked when you took the bait. “Can you not tell? There was a reason why so many of the guys around the office kept coming in. When was the last time you took a suppressant?” You blinked before freezing. Had you taken any recently? You frowned remembering that you’d given your last few to a coworker and you’d forgotten to get more.

Kuroo frowned as your scent soured. You were panicking. “Now don’t stress too badly. It isn’t too loud but even if you get your suppressants they aren’t going to help.” You groaned, laying your head on your desk. Kuroo chuckled. “You should probably get home before you get any worse.”

You sighed as you went to pack up your things. “Want a ride?” You open your mouth to tell him to get out before a shiver goes down your spine. You cursed softly, failing to bite back a whimper. Kuroo growled slightly before shaking his head. “You…really need to get home and fast…” You nodded as you finished packing up. “I’ll drive you home. You’ll attract the wrong kind of trouble smelling like that.” He said, staring at you. You glanced at him before looking away and nodding. “Fine..” He quickly left to grab his keys. He needed to get some fresh air. You smelled too good. He was so tempted to bend you over your desk and fuck you stupid. Hopefully the ride would be quick. Once he met you at the elevator you both went inside heading down to the garage floor. However as you descended a loud scraping could be heard making you freeze. You and Kuroo stared at each other before the lights went out and it stopped moving. Thankfully not too long after the emergency lights turned on so you weren’t in complete blackness.

“No…” you whispered, trying not to panic and failing miserably. “K-Kuroo..” You whimpered. “We’ll be alright..don’t worry..” he said softly moving closer to you as he used his scent to try and comfort you. You relaxed some before moving away. You knew he was trying to help but smelling him was going to send you fully into heat. “Why me..” You groaned. Of course you’d get stuck in here with Kuroo as you were starting your heat.

“Could be worse.” You looked in the direction of his voice narrowing your eyes. “Don’t say that. Things will get worse..” He chuckled. “At least you’re not alone in here.” “Ah yes…almost going into heat with a stupid alpha here is going to go so well.” You muttered as you heard him get closer, making you squeak and back up to a wall. Kuroo chuckled. “You’re so cute~” He muttered, pressing himself against you, burying his nose in the crook of his neck. You pressed your hands against his chest wanting to push him away, but you only gripped the front of his shirt. He smelled so good him just being so close was enough to make you wet.

Kuroo let out a shaky breath. “You smell so good. I can see why all those other alphas were after you. You’re lucky I scared them off..” He said softly. “Huh?” “I stopped them from showing up. A few of them were even planning on staying behind..” He muttered kissing the side of your neck, making you shiver. “Couldn’t let them do that.” He growled before pulling away. He took a deep breath. He needed to try and control himself before he pounced on you. “Kuroo?” You said softly, reaching out for him. He groaned. “Kitten…if you keep this up I won’t be able to control myself. It’s taking everything in me not to tear your clothes off right now.” You whined your thighs pressing together. “Besides you hate me anyway, right?” He asked. You sighed. “I..don’t hate you. Not really.” You said softly. “You just…I hate how much you affect me and get under my skin so easily…” Kuroo blinked before smirking. “Oh?” You rolled your eyes. “Stop looking so smug.” You said crossing your arms as you looked away. You couldn’t see him all that well, but you knew him well enough at this point.

You then heard him cross the elevator walking over to where you were standing. He chuckled as you pressed your back against the elevator. “Don’t shy away now..” he said softly. “I won’t do anything unless you give me permission.” He said softly pressing up against you. When you remained quiet he moved his knee in between your legs applying pressure. You moaned, grinding against his leg. “Come on pretty girl. I’ll be more than glad to help you out.” He said applying more pressure. “K-Kuroo plea-“ You started before he interrupted you. “First name, baby.” You let out a frustrated sigh. “Tetsurou..” You said softly a shiver running down his back. “Please…help me.” You said grinding more against his thigh. Your panties were soaked with your slick at this point and your scent was filling up the elevator making Kuroo’s head spin. “Not quite the begging I wanted but fuck…” He hissed, pulling you into a deep kiss, letting you soak his pants and thigh.

You sighed, kissing him back eagerly. “Testu…” You whined. “I know..” He muttered, starting to strip off your clothes. He kissed along your jaw until he reached your neck nipping and biting and leaving marks all over your skin. He pulled away after a moment admiring his handiwork. He wanted to make sure everyone understood that you were his. You huffed after a moment. He was moving too slow for your taste. You needed him now. You quickly drop to your knees making him blink before you quickly undid his pants and belt moving them out of your way before you reached out and rubbed his dick through his underwear. He moaned softly. “Impatient aren't we?” He said, smirking a bit. “Not my fault you’re too slow..” You mumbled reaching into his underwear and pulling out his cock. Your mouth watered as you stared at him.

You kissed the tip feeling it twitch in your hand before you ran your tongue along up from the base to the tip. You couldn’t help but reach down to touch yourself as you licked the tip before lowering your mouth on him, moaning softly. Kuroo cursed holding onto your head as you took more of him into your mouth. He bucked his hips causing you to choke, but you kept going, not picking up the pace like he wanted as you sucked him off. You looked up challenging him as he tried to get you to go faster. He growled before grabbing onto your hair and forcing all of himself down your throat making you groan. “Damn tease..” He growled again watching as your eyes water before he pulled you off letting you take a big gulp of air. “Do something about it then..” You replied after catching your breath, smirking up at him.

He glared at you before stuffing his cock back into your mouth. “Don’t complain when I’m giving you exactly what you are asking for.” He growled, grip on your hair tightening before he set a fast pace, fucking your throat. You moaned as you flicked and rubbed at your clit. You were getting so close too fast. “Fuck, your mouth feels good...glad it’s good for something other than you talking shit all the time..”He muttered. He was getting close and so were you. “Gonna cum...you better swallow all of it omega..” You looked up at him, eyes glazed over as you moaned around his dick, drool dripping down your chin and onto the floor. He cursed forcing you to take all of him and holding your head there as he came down your throat. It didn't take you long to tumble over the edge as he filled your mouth and throat with his warm cum. It was so good. His legs shook as he leaned back against the wall, letting go of your head. You slowly pulled away, panting as you looked up at him. He reached down holding your jaw. “Open your mouth..” You opened wide showing him that you had swallowed all of it like he’d told you. “Good girl~” He said softly.

Kuroo undressed himself before he had you lay down on the floor of the elevator. He wasn’t sure how long you both would be stuck in here before main power was restored so he didn’t have a lot of time to do everything he wanted to you. He then knelt down leaning over you. “Alpha please...need you..” You muttered. You were sweating and your scent was even stronger than before. You were fully into it now. The only thing you wanted was for Kuroo to bury his cock deep inside you. Kuroo grabbed at your legs pushing them close to your chest. He went eye level with your pussy. Just smelling you like this would probably send him into a rut if he wasn’t careful. He then ran his tongue along your slit, wanting to at least taste you a little even if he didn’t have time to fully devour you.

You moaned, legs twitching in his grasp, still being held up towards your chest. “Alpha…” You whimpered as he shifted positions hovering about you, his cock lined up with your hole. He then slowly entered you, moaning as your hole sucked him in and milked him. “Fuck…” He whispered before fully burying his cock inside you. You moaned, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You squealed as he pulled out slightly before burying himself inside of you again. Despite how wet you were you could still feel him stretching you so nicely. His cock was hitting all the right places inside you. “More...please alpha more..” You whined wiggling your hips as he picked up the pace. Your eyes rolled back as he fucked you hard and fast. Kuroo cursed as he felt your insides cling to and wrap around him. He stared down at you as your eyes rolled back and your legs shook. “Close close close..” You repeated words slurred as you were completely lost in the feeling of his cock rubbing your sweet spot and the tip hitting your cervix. You’d never felt so full and so good. It was almost too much.

You whimpered feeling his large knot bump against your hole. “Knot me..please...breed me, Testuro..” You moaned. “Fuck...how can I say no when you ask me like that baby..” He moaned as he pushed into you harder, his knot stretching your hole wide before it popped inside. You convulsed clenching hard on his cock as you came which had him tumbling over the edge and cumming hard not long after, biting your shoulder. As tempting as it was he didn’t to mark you as his mate without you being fully coherent or without permission.

Your body twitched as you came down from your high. You reached up, pulling Kuroo down into a kiss. You stayed like that for a while enjoying being wrapped up in his arms as you were tied together and he scented you. You purred happily nuzzling against the crook of his neck, making him smile.

#alpha kuroo #kuroo smut #haikyuu omegaverse #haikyuu smut #kuroo x reader smut #hq smut

[pippytmi]

Roommates au, enemies to lovers, “you confuse me.” Supercorp obvs

“You’re a fucking liar.”

This is—objectively speaking—not the worst greeting Kara has ever received from her roommate, and so she takes it in stride. “Uh, hello to you…too,” Kara says slowly, silently running through a list of everything she could have done wrong to warrant such strong words.

But Lena does not offer any explanation; in fact, when she spots Kara in the doorway, she sends her a nasty glare as if Kara has said something wrong. “Don’t pretend you’re a saint in this matter, Lex,” Lena hisses, and only then does Kara notice the cell phone in Lena’s hands. “If I have to go and clean up your mess again…”

So it’s one of those days. Kara wisely shuts the door quietly behind her, and sneaks into the kitchen as Lena takes her argument into her room.

There is a list of chores pinned to the fridge—four black X’s cross out Lena’s, and Kara’s are underlined twice. They have a code, so as to avoid speaking to each other; X’s mean done, underlined means Kara you're a slob and a pain in the ass to live with. (All verbatim, by the way.)

The dishes, however, are not on Kara’s agenda at the moment. She instead takes the expensive whiskey hidden under the sink (that belongs to Alex, not that she has noticed it’s missing), and pours it into a glass with some ice. Then she whips out the ingredients for a stir fry, complete with every vegetable she had been saving for the potluck at work this weekend.

It is an unspoken rule that Lena will shut herself off into her room after this phone call is over. She does that every time her brother calls (and on occasion her mother), and Kara has picked up enough information about her roommate to know Lena will appreciate a hard drink and some food. She hasn’t said so or anything, but every time Kara knocks three times on the door and leaves a plate outside, it will re-emerge an hour later completely empty.

Lena’s voice grows louder despite the distance, and Kara turns on the stereo out of respect for her roommate's privacy. Lena hates the stereo and all it stands for; she argues it is outdated, and they have numerous pieces of technology that are less bulky and fully able to connect to radio stations. But Kara keeps it around anyway, because she still likes buying CD’s (and maybe to bother Lena, which is a bonus).

Blink-182 is playing on that alternative station Alex likes. Kara cranks it up as she cooks, singing under her breath as she sautes bell peppers and onions, ignoring the rumble of her stomach and the tight belt of her work pants still digging into her hips. “Say it ain’t so, I will not go,” she practically yells, poking her head into the fridge for the tofu that Lena always keeps. Kara personally won’t touch the stuff, but Lena is trying to eat less meat. It cuts up easily enough, even though Kara isn’t sure what the proper technique is.

She leaves the finished plate and drink outside after it’s done, rapping on Lena’s door in tune with The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army,” and then finally has some dinner herself. Since the tofu is unappetizing, Kara stores the rest of the stir fry in a container for Lena to take for lunch, and opts for a sandwich. She eats while scrolling through her notifications (she owes Nia twenty bucks, and so far Nia has been clogging up her phone with Venmo requests all well over $500), and keeps the radio on just for background noise.

That’s probably why she doesn’t even notice when Lena approaches; Kara has barely begun to type a text to Nia swearing to bring some cash next time she visits when a sharp voice declares,

“You confuse me.”

Which. Is not at all what Kara expected from her usually empty kitchen. And, caught exceptionally off guard, she nearly falls off her chair. “What the—Lena,” she sputters, righting herself. Unfortunately, the crust of her sandwich is a casualty of the surprise, and she watches as it crumples devastatingly on the floor.

Lena is not half as concerned about the fate of her dinner, and she stalks forward to jab a finger at Kara’s chest. “You confuse me,” she repeats.

Kara blinks. Then blinks again. “Um, okay,” she says. “…why?”

A strange, strangled noise rises from Lena’s mouth, and she appears angrier than Kara has ever seen. (Well, except for that one time that Kara did laundry and flooded the apartment laundromat, which had other pissed off tenants leaving mean messages for two weeks straight). “Because,” angrier-than-usual Lena says, “you do shit like cook food for me and don’t even say anything.”

“What do you want me to say?” Kara frowns, not sure where this conversation is going. “If you want I can start saying ‘Hey Lena, I made dinner’ every time.”

“You and I don’t do dinner,” Lena says, and it sounds like an accusation. “Every time I get off the phone, you decide to leave food outside my door. Why? What on Earth compels you to do that?”

“Because you’re always upset afterwards,” Kara says slowly. “And I thought you could use some cheering up, or at least a drink.”

“Whiskey,” Lena notes. “It’s always whiskey. And it’s never a cheap brand.”

“Well, yeah,” Kara says, gesturing pointedly to Lena’s designer work clothes (that she never seems to be without; Kara’s not sure Lena even owns pajamas). “You would probably accuse me of poisoning you if I gave you anything less.”

Lena narrows her eyes. “You don’t owe me anything,” she says. “So whatever this is, you can stop it.”

“What do you mean, ‘whatever this is’?” Kara repeats incredulously. “I’m just being nice!”

“I never asked you to be ‘nice’!”

Kara exhales, and reminds herself that it is illegal to strangle people. Especially since she is Lena’s roommate, and will therefore be suspect #1. Kara has never been a violent person, but her roommate just manages to test her limits.

“Look,” Kara says patiently, “I give you my sister’s whiskey, and she doesn’t care because she is trying to give up drinking. And I’m not a frequent cook or anything, but I can still throw together a plate because I know you don’t cook at all. That’s it! I don’t have a hidden agenda, or some secret plot here. I’m just being friendly.”

“We are not friends, Kara Danvers,” Lena says. “And I know exactly what this is, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”

God, what an insufferable—“Okay, know-it-all,” Kara says, instead of the ruder words echoing through her head. “What am I doing?”

Lena’s jaw clenches noticeably. “You pity me,” she accuses. “You look down at my relationship with my family, and—and I don’t want your sympathy, or your stupid food, anymore.”

“If you wanted me to back off, that’s fine,” Kara says, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “But I don’t pity you, or feel sorry for you. Heck, with your track record, I’d feel more sympathy for your family. They seem to be on the other end of some nasty phone calls.”

Lena’s expression darkens. “You don’t know my family.”

“I don’t know you very well, either,” Kara retorts, and she turns back to her phone where three new Venmo requests are waiting (two of them well in the thousands range; Nia must think she’s hilarious). “Message received, okay? I’ll leave you alone.”

At first, Kara assumes that's the end of it—assumes that Lena is going to stalk off, and leave a strongly worded post-it on the fridge later that night for Kara to wake up to. That has always been how their relationship works; they fight, reiterate how much they hate living together, and go right back to ignoring each other.

But Lena doesn't walk away. Instead she sighs, and at that unexpected sound Kara looks up just in time to catch Lena frowning. “I—” Lena begins, and then she pauses uncomfortably before getting the words out. “I'm...sorry. I have been having the worst day, and it’s—it’s rude of me to take it out on you.”

“Okay,” says Kara dumbly, because she’s not sure what to respond. Lena never apologizes. Ever. It’s about as rare as, well, Kara actually doing her chores on time. “Thanks?”

Lena bites her lip, glances away. “You’re welcome,” she says stiffly. And this time she leaves—leaves, and abandons the plate of food Kara left her on the edge of the table.

Kara looks down at her phone. There are ten texts waiting from Nia, and about double that of Venmo requests. But she can’t shake the feeling that she is forgetting something, and it’s more than a twenty dollar bill. “Wait,” she blurts out, “Lena. What—what does that mean? You were an asshole to me, and I was an asshole right back, so why are you apologizing?”

“Well, you are more than welcome to apologize too,” Lena says, pausing in the kitchen doorway. She has a quizzical expression on her face, a kind of raw confusion that Kara has never seen before. Without the sharp clenched jaw and the angry eyes, she’s…just a girl. A girl, with a nervous tic of wringing her fingers together. A girl, despite her guarded nature, who is gazing right back at Kara as if she has no right to.

“Do you want me to apologize to you?”

A beat. “Not really,” Lena says. “I don’t—want that. You’re right, you don’t know me. Or my family. We’re nothing to each other, and I can’t expect you to know how complicated my relationship with them is.”

“Still,” Kara says, and she scratches the back of her neck absentmindedly at the sudden flush of guilt that overtakes her. “I am sorry. It was rude of me to, um, say that. Like if your family is a bunch of serial killers, who am I to say you’re worse than that?”

Lena scrunches her nose in a manner that is sort of cute. “Serial killers? Really?”

Kara shrugs—aiming for casual—and really that just looks like attempting nonchalance when suddenly she’s consumed with thoughts about how pretty her roommate is. “Like you said,” she says, “I don’t know your family.”

And, surprisingly, all Lena does is smile. A real smile, the kind that Kara has never witnessed, barely soft and just kind enough. “They’re not,” she says, and unnecessarily clarifies, “serial killers.”

“That you know of,” Kara points out, and Lena’s cautious smile becomes something fuller. That is the only thing that gives Kara the courage to add, “So, now that we have covered the whole you’re not your family thing, are you really not going to have dinner? I cooked tofu for you and everything!”

“You didn’t have to,” Lena argues, because she is defensive to a fault. But she falters immediately after, and sighs again, albeit in a more mellowed tone. “What I meant to say is, I really don’t need you to keep cooking for me. I’m fine.”

“Well what if I want to cook for you?” Kara says, and that is her own fault: she is ready to argue to protect her (noble) intentions. “We don’t have to be friends, if it terrifies you that much—”

“It does not terrify me—”

“—but we can be friendly,” Kara offers, and it’s a testament to her newfound appreciation for her roommate that she manages to even make a sentence. “If you want.”

Lena tilts her head, considering, and this time when she smiles it is curious. “If you knew what I wanted, Kara Danvers,” she says, “your delicate sensibilities would blush to their roots.” And with that odd goodbye, she eventually takes her leave; however, she does take the plate of stir fry with her, so Kara guesses that means they’re on their way to being friendly, if anything.

#remember when quarantine started & i asked for prompts? #yeah u read that right a whole ass year ago? #well. uh. so this is embarrassing but- #supercorp #supergirl #i need a fic tag #proudlyunicorn

[missuga]

𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 — Sugawara Koushi

+ established marriage, dad!sugawara, unedited. no other warnings | 1k

Suga stood in the doorway of your daughter’s room trying to stop himself from laughing with every time she peaked her head up to look at him, making sure he was in fact still watching her.

“You have to actually close your eyes to sleep, you know.” He spoke in a soft tone, tilting his head only slightly when she peaked up again. “Go to sleep, love.”.

“I’m trying.” She groaned loudly throwing an arm over her eyes, and he knew she was barely fighting sleep. “How do I know you’re still here if I close my eyes though?”

“Well, I promised I’d stay until you fall asleep, right?” He moved from the door to kneel by her bed, waiting for her to respond. She nodded twice; bottom lip stuck into a permanent pout. “Have I broken any of our promises before?”

She quieted for a moment, eyebrows scrunching together as she seriously thought about Suga’s question.

“No…”

“Exactly. So then I’ll stay until you fall asleep.” His small smile grew bigger when she huffed, looking away from him for a second before turning back begrudgingly.

“Do you pinky promise?” She mumbled out the question, looking up at him with the most seriousness he’s ever seen in a four-year-old.

“A pinky promise? I dunno…” Suga trailed off, feigning a look of hesitancy. “That’s a pretty big commitment, I don’t know if I can handle that.”

“No you gotta!!” Her eyes widened as she sat up, shoving her hand in his face with the pinky up.

He let out a slow breath, raising his eyebrows as he copied her actions.

“Okay, fine but this means you have to go to sleep for me.” Suga wrapped his pinky around hers pressing a small kiss to her forehead before standing once more. “Good night.”

Her eyes followed his form until he settled into the small chair tucked into the corner of the room, giving her a knowing look as he did.

It didn’t take her long after that to get pulled back to sleep. The memory of their pinky promise a comfort as her eyes grew too heavy to fight, and soon she was sound asleep.

Suga stayed for a few minutes longer, the sound of her slow breathing the only thing filling the room. Slowly pushing out of the chair he made sure not to kick any of her toys strewn across her floor, not wanting to wake her up.

Cracking the door just enough to let a bit of light in he left her room, a relieved sigh pushing from his chest as he made his way back into the living room.

“That didn’t take as long as I thought.” You turned to look up from your spot on the couch, you thought for sure he’d be in there pleading with her to fall asleep for more than twenty minutes. “What did you have to bribe her with this time?”

“I didn’t bribe her.” Suga laughed at your words as he sat back in his spot next to you.

“She willingly went to bed for you? When its my turn to take her to bed she acts like a bridge troll.” You started, sipping from the glass in your hand as you spoke. “I swear she has new demands every night.”

“A bridge troll?” He looked at you in shock, not sure whether it was okay or not to laugh.

“What? She does, it usually takes me an hour and you come out here after not even thirty minutes.” You rolled your eyes at the look on his face and pulled the blanket further over your legs. “I need whatever magic you use when you go in there.”

“I don’t use magic, I’m just nice.”

“I’m nice too, she just turns into a gremlin at night.” You narrowed your eyes at him after that, trying to figure out what he meant by that.

“Mhm, sure, and that’s why it takes you an hour to make sure our daughter falls asleep?” Suga slipped his arm over your shoulders as he spoke, pulling you to lean against him so you wouldn’t protest his words.

“I didn’t know it was a competition.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him even though he couldn’t see your face. “If you’re so good at it, why don’t you put her to bed every night?”

“Awe, no she’d miss you doing it.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head when you shifted to lean into him further.

“I know.” You practically sighed, he was right, and you probably wouldn’t be able to say no if she asked you to read yet another book to her before she fell asleep. “I’ll get better at it; I can’t have you dragging my name through the mud with your twenty-minute times.”

“I’ll be looking forward to that, means we get more time at night.” He smiled hugging you closer as he looked up at the tv. “What’re we watching?”

“Oh, I have no idea.” You laughed softly; you’d been so focusing on how long he’d been in her room you totally missed what was playing. “You want to put on something specific?”

“Not really.” He started watching as you scrolled through Netflix. “I’m fine with literally anything but Disney, I swear those songs are so deeply ingrained in my head I hear them when I sleep.”

“Oh my god, me too. Especially that one that Elsa sings-“

“Let it go!” He interrupts you loudly which causes you to shove your elbow into his side to shut him up, you’d never forgive him if he woke her up. “Sorry. I hate that one so much.”

“Hm, what about that show we’ve been watching?” You stopped scrolling when Love Island was lit up, glancing up at Suga waiting for his response. “This one.”

“Oh I forgot about that. Yeah put it on, I love trying to guess who’s going to end up with who.”

“You’re a weirdo.” You laughed shaking your head before settling back against his side. “Don’t fall asleep.”

“What? I’d never.” He said feigning offence for only a moment before he broke. “I can’t promise you I won’t, you’re pretty comfy and after spending all my energy trying to make out daughter fall asleep I’m wiped.”

“Oh my god, shut up and watch the show, Koushi.”

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