Actions

Work Header

You Like What You See?

Summary:

The farmer deals with conflicting emotions centered around a certain annoying, but irresistible jock from Pelican Town.

Notes:

This piece is NOT set in the Bloomington farm universe, unlike my other works. The story is narrated from a first-person perspective, placing you, the reader, in the role of a female farmer (described with minimal detail).

Thank you, IcamaneHatake for beta reading and helping me out with my first fic in English! <3

Enjoy! :)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

You've already tended to your animals and loaded up all the machines to do their thing. There's not much left to do around the property. After running your farm for a few months, you've become restless and at this point, it feels weird not to have anything to do for the day. For fuck's sake, it's not even noon yet. What are you gonna do all day?

You get to the front porch and stomp your boots a bit to get rid of the snow before you enter the farmhouse. You walk around your kitchen and try to think of something useful to get you to the end of the day. In your boredom, you decide to stretch your arms and legs a bit and that's when it hits you, just how stiff your muscles are at the moment. When's the last time you properly stretched and let your body rest? Probably long before you even came to live on the farm. Your aching body really needs a break.

"I guess I'm dragging myself to the hot spring spa next to Robin's," you mumble to yourself.

Even though your farm is not that far away from the spa, it still feels like an eternity until you get there. The entire path is on a pretty steep incline and there's deep snow everywhere from last night. Your whole face is covered up with a scarf and the soft, furry hood of your winter coat, only your squinting eyes are visible in the freezing weather.

You listen to the snow crunching under your boots as you slog your way through it and your thoughts start to drift away, trying to come up with warm things to distract you from the cold. Hot chocolate, warm fireplaces, sunshine rays, the beach, and on the golden sands there lays a tall, muscular man-- Holy fuck, stop it, brain!

Yet again your intrusive thoughts about this fucking guy show up uninvited into your mind.

You pride yourself on being a calm, stable person who always does their best to think clearly and maintain control over their emotions. Yet every time you encounter Alex, it all gets thrown out the window. Yeah, sure, he's handsome. Really handsome, actually. But that's never been the biggest factor for determining your attraction to someone. You're more "personality" oriented. And his personality is just awful.

The first time you met, he asked you what color bikinis you like to wear at the beach, followed by a bizarre story about how he threw away his shoes because they were dirty. You stood there, baffled, while he winked at you and flexed an overly aggressive double biceps pose. You tried to hide your beet-red face, muttered some excuse to him about how busy you were (you weren't lying) and left as fast as possible.

Ever since then, your encounters have been similar to the first one. Overall, you've decided to do your best to avoid the guy. But your intrusive thoughts haven't been cooperating. Out of nowhere, his image shows up in your head and for a brief second, you forget everything you were doing, possessed by burning questions like: How do you think his strong hands would feel around your pretty neck? Wouldn't it hurt so good when he pulls your hair and loudly smacks your ass until it's red?

You really needed to do something about those thoughts, but you are at your wit's end trying to silence them.

That's when you reach the spa. You desperately need to relax. After shedding all your layers of thick winter clothing, you're left in just your swimsuit.

It's black, jackass, since you were wondering about it earlier, you thought with annoyance.

You come out of the women's locker room and almost reach the warm pool, when... Fuck.

Speaking of the devil.

You stand in place, frozen. Despite your best efforts to avert your gaze, your eyes remain fixed, wide open and locked in an unyielding stare with his. He lounges in the clear, glowing water with his arms gently swaying around. The ethereal turquoise light shimmers across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the immaculate symmetry of his face. Droplets trace the shape of his muscles, accentuating every ridge and hollow of his perfectly sculpted physique.

Alex’s lips curve into a devious smirk.

"You like what you see?"

Well, those relentless intrusive thoughts are never leaving you after this.

 

Alex-Pool-with-dialogue.png

Notes:

I wonder what color his swimsuit is... Or if he's even wearing one? 🤔

Series this work belongs to: