#i should really get ready for bed since i didn't sleep last night

[iguessitsjustme]

Listen. Do I know it's a bad idea to go into the MDL comments? Yes. Do I do it anyway? Of course I do. I'm nosy. I want to see what disasters are happening in there.

[slushycoookie]

I Like Your Dress ~ Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader

✩ Word Count: 2.7k

✩ Content: Logan goes crazy over your dress, Domino shows up (I miss her so bad), cream pie is mentioned A LOT, Wade breaks the 4th wall, P in V, Logan does NOT wrap it up this time, MINORS DNI!!

✩ A/N: Reader is the same reader as the one shot I wrote. You don't have to read that one, I don't go into much detail but if you guys want to read that one, read it here

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The fresh smell of food made Logan awake from his slumber.

Sleepily searching for you on your side of the bed, only to discover that you weren't there. Having a sudden burst of energy, Logan got out of bed to find you. He didn’t need to go far when sees you wiggling your hips at the stove, stirring a pot.

“Hey.”

You look behind you when hearing his voice, “Hi!”

Logan pulls you close as you greet him with good morning kisses. Well, afternoon after checking the time.

“How did you sleep? I let you sleep in a little bit, you were so tired from that mission last night.”

Logan smiles, “I slept alright.”

He sees the multitude of ingredients on the counter and remembers what they're were for. Wade was throwing a potluck since Domino was coming back from a month long mission. Of course, he invited you two and you were so excited. Logan was neutral. He would've preferred to stay in bed with you all day.

You said you were making a few things, but the amount of ingredients you had made him wonder. “How many people are you planning to feed?”

“Enough.” You said, going back to your pot, which he found out was pasta. “Colossus and Peter will be there. We both know how much they like to eat.”

“Don’t push yourself.” His tone was rough but you knew it was his way of caring.

“I won't.”

Logan grabbed himself an afternoon shot of bourbon before excusing himself to get ready. Trying to prepare himself for socializing and dealing with Wade.

When he came back clean and not as rugged, you were finishing up, putting white icing on the strawberry cake. Logan swiped his finger on the cake and licked it, cream cheese on his tongue.

“That’s good.”

“Don’t lick it anymore.” You lightly threaten, smacking his hand away. “Save it for the party.”

“Fine.” Logan kisses your cheek and stands behind you to watch you finish icing the cake. In your beautiful handwriting ‘Welcome back, Domino’ in pink icing. “Would ya look at that? You should be on those baking shows.”

“Nuh uh, I'm okay with just watching videos.”

Once you were finished, he helped you place the cake in the dome, ready to go with the rest of the food. You gave him an order to not eat any of it before you ran into the bathroom to get ready. Logan gave you about five minutes before inspecting the tins. He smiled when he saw you only made a few items, a large tray of pasta salad and spinach dip. Just to make sure it wasn't poisoned, he took a swipe of each, humming at how good it tasted.

He knew you were going to be a while so he opened a window, grabbed a cigar and lounged to smoke. Logan knew you didn't like it when he smoked in the apartment, but said it was okay as long as he let in some fresh air after.

As usual, you took almost a hour getting ready, but it was well worth the wait.

When you stepped out of the room, Logan started coughing, blowing smoke out the window to make sure a lot didn't linger. His eyes trailed your outfit, a tie dye colored maxi dress with thin straps, and cute, brown sandals to match. Logan didn't care when you scolded him for obviously taking a bite of your pasta salad. His breath was stolen away.

“I like your dress.”

“You're changing the subject, but thanks.”

He steps in front of you, eyes lowered as he kept gazing at your form. The dress hugging your body while still being appropriate. Logan's hand rests on your ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

“I really like your dress.”

You avoid his lustful gaze, “Don’t you start.”

“Start what?” He steals a kiss from you, careful not to mess up your lipstick. “I can't compliment my lady?”

“You can compliment me by using your words.”

“It's not as fun that way.” He dips his head between your neck to smell you. You weren't wearing any perfume this time, but the honey scent from your lotion was enough to complete the entire package. Logan growls, squeezing your ass some more and making you giggle.

“We should go, I don't wanna be late.”

“We won't. I swear.” His hand cups the nape of your neck, putting it back so he could kiss you some more. Parting your lips to dive his tongue right in. Your moans spurring him on.

It didn't last long though.

“Logan.” You gently push him away, “We will have some time later.”

He sucked his teeth before grabbing all of the food you made.

Logan remained a scowling mess when you two arrived for the potluck.

You were the more social one out of the relationship, so you immediately flocked to the crowd who welcomed you with open arms. Even Domino, despite that this was the first time you two saw each other. Logan makes his usual rounds of saying hi before picking a corner with a drink in his hand and observing.

It was his way of enjoying himself without being easily annoyed and overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in the apartment. Best of all, he could watch you socialize. Your face lighting up at the conversations while that gorgeous dress clung to your body. Logan always likes to admire you in your element, but you wearing that dress was more than enough to make him want to do things to you. His hands involuntary flexed at the idea of feeling your body through the dress.

“There’s my grumpy kitty!” Domino says to Logan, who scowled at her, but there was no malice behind it.

“Hey, Dom.”

“Wade told me that your hair was getting better and now I see why.” She motions to you talking to Peter about him getting highlights. Logan's lips curl upwards again at the sight of you. “She's cute.”

“Thanks. I heard she scheduled you an appointment?”

Domino nods, “Gonna try something new. This is getting stale.” She motions to her afro.

“Don’t you dare change it.” Wade joins in, pointing at her. “You know how I feel about change.”

“Aww.” Domino pinches his cheek, “We all gotta grow up sometime.”

“You know who you're talking to right?” Logan comments under his drink.

“Your afro was one of the reasons you were so likeable in the second movie. Now what do we have, a woman with luck powers? I still don't believe that's a thing, by the way.”

Domino shakes her head at the audacity of it all, “I missed you too.”

She excuses herself, leaving Logan and Wade together. The latter started getting a little giddy, cradling his cup, while shooting multiple glances. Logan promised you that he was going to play nice during the party and not get easily annoyed at Wade.

“What?”

“We’re having cream pie.” Wade mentions, “Do you wanna know what flavor it is?”

Logan holds back an eyeroll, “Sure.”

“It's boston cream pie. I know we have a lot of sweet things considering we also have the cake your lady made, but I really wanted some. Actually, it's been a while since you've had cream pie, right?”

“I guess.”

“Oh you'll enjoy this one. You have a bit of a sweet tooth.” There was a moment of silence between them as they watched everyone enjoy themselves. You were getting many compliments on your food, asking for the recipes to make at home. “ Vanessa and I are huge fans of cream pie. Does your lovely lady like it too?”

Logan glared at him for a second before thinking about the question, “I think so.”

“Has she had it in a while?”

“No.”

“I think she'll be very happy when she gets some-”

“Why…in the fuck do you keep talking about the damn cream pie?” He feels a slight headache coming on.

Wade shrugs before taking a sip of his drink. “I can't like pie?”

Logan growls, ready to toss him out the apartment when you inadvertently save Wade, walking over with a huge smile on your face.

“Hi.”

“Hey, sugar.”

You embrace him with arms around his neck. Your lips kissing his cheek, taking in the aftershave.

“Hi Wade.”

“Hi. Your grumpy boyfriend and I were just talking about cream pie. Do you know we're having pie later?”

Logan felt his eye twitch at the question, his hand on your hip to keep himself from punching Wade.

“No, I didn’t!” Your eyes light up, “What kind of pie?”

“Boston cream. One of the best pies in the world, I should say.”

“Ooh, you know what, I haven’t had cream pie in a long time.”

“Oh really?” Wade tilts his head a little, while you nod. “Well, obviously you gotta have some. I think you'll enjoy it. The author knows what I'm talking about.”

And just like that, he's gone.

Logan didn't want to acknowledge whatever that was so he pulls you amongst his body. The most handy you'll ever allow him to be in public.

“We should go.” He whispers in your ear.

“Hm? We've only been here for two hours.”

That was enough, he wanted to say. Everytime he focuses on you and that dress, he wants to forget behaving and take you back home to lavish on you all night. For those two hours, Logan was trying to keep his thoughts pure enough to get a raging hard on. He didn't know how long he could last.

“Just hang in there a bit longer, okay?” You give him a kiss for encouragement. Logan takes in the imprint of your lips as you go back to socialize. No, he wasn't going to make it.

He hangs on when everyone sits around the table, laughing and talking. You're beside him, hand on his thigh to stabilize him and keep him in the conversation. Logan wants you to go higher, feel the impending hard on.

He needs to get you alone, show you that he was failing at behaving. There weren't a lot of places where you two wouldn't be disturbed. And he didn't want to take you outside and fuck you in an alleyway.

But God answered him.

You excused yourself, making your way to the bathroom. Logan watches you go as everyone continues talking. He gives it a minute before getting up and pretending to grab another drink. Instead, he beelines to the bathroom, standing beside the door and waits. His heartbeat in his chest.

“Who wants some cream pie?” Wade asks, everyone roaring with excitement once you finally open the door.

Logan pushes you back into the bathroom, lips immediately on yours. Your surprised gasp eggs him on while he traps your body against the wall.

“This is all your fault.” He mutters, constantly stealing kisses.

“Huh? What?” You try to keep up with him as his hands are all over your body, feeling your soft curves through the dress.

“You know what. Wearing this dress, not letting me do something to you before we came here. Torturing me.”

As he spoke, his lips were everywhere. Your face and neck. Trying to wear you down and submit.

“Torturing you? That, that wasn't my intention-oh.” His teeth latched on to your shoulder, having some self control to mark you in a place no one could see.

“I need you.” Logan starts bunching up your dress.

You try to stop him by pushing his hands down, “L-Logan? Logan, baby you didn't lock the door.”

“It's gonna be quick.” You let him bunch up your dress, seeing a glimpse of your panties, which he now sees that it's the lacey blue ones he liked. The ones you mentioned reminded you of the accent colors of his suit.

Logan's jeans were getting tight when he removed them, stuffing them in his pocket. Without saying a word, you jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist. You whimpered under his lips as he was finally able to touch you while wearing the dress. Large hands molding your breasts through the fabric, still managing to locate the nipple and pinching it. His hips rolling against you, creating a nice friction against your cunt.

You were doing so good at keeping quiet for him, only managing the occasional whimper when he hit a perfect spot. Making sure you were stable on his arm, Logan reaches down to your core. His chest rumbles when he feels how wet you're getting. Sinking one digit inside while his thumb presses on your clit. Making circular motions while he was getting you ready.

“Didn’t need to do much, huh?�� He said, watching you twist and turn. “You wanted this as much as I did.”

You didn't say anything but he smelled you. His finger coated in your delectable arousal. If you two weren't on a time limit, he'd reach down to get a taste.

Once you were ready, Logan maneuvers to unzip his pants. Even though you were dazed out of your mind, you remember something.

“I left my purse out there.” Your purse had condoms and knowing Logan, he didn't bring them as you insisted on being prepared in case something like this happens. But now both of you were unprepared.

“I'll get ya plan b at the store.” He continues to unzip his jeans.

“Don’t forget…”

Logan pulls his cock out with one motion, using some of your wetness for lubrication. “I won't.”

He then slips into you. You clutch on to him for dear life, your nails digging into his shirt. Curse his healing factor. He wanted to see the marks you'd leave on him.

He keeps you stable against the wall, sinking into you completely before starting to move. Quick and sharp thrusts in and out of you. Low, wet sounds filling his ears besides your shaky sobs.

“O-Oh god…”

Logan rolls his eyes back at your desperate tone, “God's not here, honey.”

His own voice comes out strained as he's fucking you. How he wants to pull your dress up further to see your breasts move. But having you like this was much hotter. Wanting you to remember that this was the dress that made him go crazy.

“Mmh Lo’…” He almost comes right there when your hand grips the nape of his neck, pulling the hairs.

Logan grunts, picking up speed, feeling some of his cum leaking out into you. His tip pressing against your cervix that was making you croon. Goosebumps forming on your skin as he hit that spot repeatedly. Making you whine and wince under him.

“Squeeze around me, sweetheart.” He commands and you do so. Your walls molding around his cock as you silently cried out. Even at the height of your pleasure, you still managed to be quiet, mouth agape and he wanted to shut those lips with his own. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

Logan wasn't far behind, pounding into you mercilessly before shooting his cum inside you. He stilled for a moment then pumped into you a few times to make sure all of his load made it inside. You capture him in another kiss, both of you sighing against each other.

Laughter nearby caused you two to come down from the high. Logan put you down, handing you your panties. He grabbed a few paper towels to make sure no cum stained his jeans. You were checking yourself out in the mirror, making sure Logan didn't mess up your makeup. He did ended up getting some on his face, which had you quickly trying to wipe it away with your thumb.

“I'm good, I'm good.” Logan reassures you before fixing his shirt. “I'll go out first.”

“Okay.” Before parting, he gave you another kiss, completely not caring if lipstick stained his lips.

The party continued as if the two of you weren't missing for the last fifteen minutes. Logan played it cool by grabbing another drink. When you came out the bathroom, you two momentarily locked eyes, before acting like nothing happened.

“Did you enjoy the cream pie?”

Logan jumps at Wade's sudden appearance, “What the fuck? How did you know that I-?”

“The pie's right there.” Wade points to the cut up pie on the kitchen counter. Logan stares at it, a bit dumbfounded. “It's good right?”

Logan's eyes land on you as you're speaking to Domino once more, “Yeah. It was good.”

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[nickfowlerrr]

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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff. sweet ending per usual.

words: 1179

notes: "iM gOnnA WrItE a fiVe SenTenCE dRaBblE". i mean. we all should have seen this coming. thank you in advance for reading, i hope you enjoy this! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think!

“Your bed is so much comfier than mine, can I sleep here tonight?”

It’s quiet for a long moment as you make yourself even cozier in Bucky’s bed, nuzzling into the pillow that smells just like him. It is comfier here. And you feel safe as sleep starts to nip at you. It's late, the lights are already out from when Bucky started the movie still playing on the screen, and you know you are both tired - that's why you're already in lounging clothes, having decided to stay in at his place tonight instead of going out to dinner like you'd originally planned. It'd been a long week, as if the mission hadn't been rough enough, the paperwork that's followed has been hell to get through.

All you wanted was a nice night with your boyfriend, and now that you're this comfortable and content, the last thing you want is to move, the leave and have this peace be over as you walk back over to your place. Your bed is a lot colder, and in truth what makes his so comfy is simply his presence.

Even when he's quiet, it's...

Wait, he's still quiet.

You turn your head to look at him as he sits at the foot of his bed. He looks anxious and you suddenly feel your stomach twist. What were you thinking?

You've talking about this before, the night after you first slept together. You'd fallen asleep in his arms and woke up feeling incredible, only to have your heart drop to your stomach when you realized you were alone and Bucky was nowhere to be found... Until you found him on your couch, dark circles under his eyes from no sleep and an apology falling from his lips the second he saw you, sitting up to explain. Nightmares, terrors, he didn't want to get into but wanted to explain why he'd left you alone. He didn't want to risk waking you up to that. You understood, and you'd broached the subject of staying the night a few times since then just to see where he was at, but never pushed. You trusted he'd let you know when he felt ready for it.

But now look at you, pushing without even thinking.

You sit up, a little too suddenly, and Bucky’s head whips to you. The anxiety in his eyes shifts to fear as he meets your embarrassed gaze.

You open your mouth to take it back, to apologize, but he beats you to speaking.

“No, no, no,” he rushes, unthinkingly urging you back down on the mattress as he leans over you; your eyes widen and you let him touch you. It’s a rushed movement, but gentle all the same as he eases you to lay back.

His face is inches away from yours and for a second you forget everything but the gleaming blue of his eyes and the soft plumpness of his lips.

“Stay,” he breathes, “I want you to stay.”

You swallow thickly, finding your throat dry. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m sure. I've wanted to ask you for a while, I just… I’m not the most peaceful sleeper,” he says shamefully. "I really don't want to scare you away."

It physically hurts to hear his unease. You want so badly to take his worry away, to show him he has nothing to be scared or ashamed of.

“Nothing you do could ever scare me away."

You can tell just by looking at him that he doesn't believe it, and you don't know how to make him.

You reach a hand to move the strand of hair that's fallen from behind his ear back out of his face before you hold his cheek lightly. You lean up as he leans down and brush your lips against his before you really kiss him, carefully - soft and slow.

"You're always there for me," you murmur, "I wanna be here for you, too." You card your hand though his hair as he lets his forehead fall against yours, his eyes closed in contentment at the feeling before he sighs and sits back.

You watch him for a moment, you can still sense his trepidation...

"You can say no, Bucky," you tell him gently.

He looks at you again, his brows furrowed ever so slighty and a small pout on his lips. "I don't wanna say no. I want you to stay and I want... I want to be normal for you."

Your eyes burn and your throat gets tight as you watch his bright blue eyes blink furiously as he looks away from you again. You sit up all the way and reach for him, turning his head so he's looking you in your eyes.

"Don't do that," you say, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. "There is no such thing as normal, Bucky. And even if there was, I wouldn't want it. I mean who cares about normal anyway?"

He looks pained as he holds your hand in hand and it's quiet again for a beat.

"I know you don't wanna say no, but you won't be hurting me if you need to."

He doesn't look up from your hand in his, only squeezes it in response.

You smile softly, taking the gesture as his admission that he isn't ready yet, and move to get up off the bed again, only to be stopped by Bucky once more.

"You wanna stay?"

"Only if you want me to," you murmur.

He looks at you, really looks, like he's searching for some sign, something in your eyes that'll give away that you want an escape, that you really want to go. He finds nothing, because it's the last thing you'd ever want.

"Will you lay down with me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, you almost couldn't hear him over the movie still playing on his television in the background.

"Of course," you say simply as you once again allow him to lay you back down. He joins you this time, slowly laying himself down next to you. When you get comfortable again, he turns into you, and ever so slowly, moves to rest his head on your chest as he lays on his side, hugging himself to you.

It's delicate. One of those moments you know you'll look back on over and over, one you'll always treasure, seeing him feel safe enough with you to be this vulnerable, this soft.

The silence is anything but uncomfortable as you run the fingers of one hand through his hair, massaging away his tension as he relaxes further into you.

"Can I tell you something?" his voice sounds deeper already as he speaks.

"Anything."

"Lately, the only time I can ever manage to fall asleep, is when I picture you here with me." His breathing is getting deeper as he nuzzles into you and you hold him tighter as you push down your rising wave of emotions at his confession.

"I want you to stay..." he murmurs. "Please stay."

[buckysegan]

We've been waiting for you, John Egan

summary: there's more waiting for john when he gets back from stalag luft iii. john egan x she. word count: 2.1K a/n: something in me felt a little feral tonight and this was needed. a little curvy fmc mention but nothing too much. i just love john egan and would give him all my babies i guess??? again we're rolling with some historical inaccuracies. a continuation from here

it had been five hundred and fifty one days. that was how long it had been since she had seen major john egan. that long since she had slept a whole nights sleep without worrying. that long since she'd known what i was like to be really settled. she tried not to think about it, how much time had passed and how hope seemed to get a little bit worse with each passing day. but it was so hard when she had such obvious proof of just how much john was missing whilst he was away.

she hadn't even realised at first, what the signs were. she had been so consumed in work with more pilots to care for in the hospital than ever before she had barely noticed that she was tired. the nausea was just a sure sign of how much she was missing john. she was confident of it. despite her not eating, the swell of her already generous hips was inconsequential compared to the rest of her worries so she barely paid attention to any of it.

it was douglass, sweet douglass that made the first joke about how if he didn't know better with how often he'd seen her run away to throw up he'd assumed she was pregnant. after that it hadn't taken long for the room to fall silent and for everyone to slowly do some of their own math. the other nurses has scooped her up, rushed her away to the infirmary and sat with her as she did her own calculations on what had happened. three months since she had last bled. dear god.

she should have been sent home. everyone around her knew that was likely when her bump started to show under her uniform and she was ready too, to be sent home and discharged, but the hundredth had always been an unruly bunch and it was almost as if no one could bare to send her away just in case. what would egan do if he got back and they weren't here? no one asked her, who the father might have been, everyone knew without anyone having to utter the words, hardin pulled plenty of strings to keep her around for his boys.

weeks of knowing, turned into months and each of the men around her stepped up in place of their friend. blakely rubbed at her shoulders when she looked a little tired. crosby was around day or night to fetch anything she might have needed. rosie tossed out baby names for girls and boys alike, offering sincere ones and ones that he knew would make her laugh. jack left the traded jacket for her on her bed and no one said a damn thing when she wore it around base. each of them did their best but when she laid on her bunk at night, hands cradling her bump it didn't take away the longing for her major.

those quiet times were when she let herself imagine what it would be like if all of this was happening at different times. how much larger johns rough hands would look splayed across her stretched stomach. just how good he would be at building things ready for the baby and preparing for their impending arrival. the soft spoken words that would have been offered in encouragement through her doubt.

it was two hundred and eighty two days since she had seen john, when the screams of a baby boy filled out a hospital wing and cheers of the hundred went up at the sound. a new soul welcomed into the world and surrounded with so much love despite the fact his dad was stuck somewhere out there.

jokes were passed around at the spirit of baby egan and the hope that he offered for the men. every time the men went up, there he was in the tower reminding them what they were all fighting to come back for. what good in the world still made it all worth while. as cheesy as she had always found it, she knew that the saying it took a village to raise a child had never been truer than it was here in thorpe abbotts.

gale cried when he saw them for the first time. the woman he knew his best friend had been fighting for and the bundle of brown curls in her arms. guilt flooding him that john had allowed him to escape when he had this to return home too. a family. a pair of matching blue and a smile that warmed his heart waiting for him to make it back. he told her as much, that he was sorry and it should have been bucky that made it home and she was quick to remind him that, john egan, wouldn't be the man either of them loved if he had ever left buck behind.

the days seemed to be longer now gale had made it home and she was still waiting on her bucky. each laugh her son offered and mile stone he hit causing a contradiction of emotions in her. joy that she got to witness it all and devastation john was missing it all.

it had been five hundred and fifty one days. that's how long she had been counting when blakely flew into the hospital, douglass and crosby on his tail. "john's home." the two words alone were enough to make her knees buckle as she looked back at the trio, who were all seemingly holding their breaths as they waited for her to respond. she would have cried, with joy, with relief, with the overwhelming sense of emotion that flooded through her. she was going to cry, she was sure of it but right now she needed to see john and she needed to make some introductions. with gale still away on relief mission, everyone knew who john would be asking for first.

bucky could feel something was wrong the second he landed. people had been happy to see him for sure, but there was a buzz around the boys. they were all looking at each other, over him, like they were all sharing a secret he couldn't be privy to right now. it was driving him crazy and that was saying something.

"buck alright?" he found himself asking because if anyone liked to tiptoe around him, it was usually around his best friend but everyone seemed to jovial for that to be the case. even kenny was here with that god damn stupid grin on his face that the rest of them seemed to be wearing. what was he missing?

"yea bucks fine, he's flying today but nothing to worry about, just dropping supplies, we just thought there might be someone else you wanted to see." blakely offered with a nod of his head, and john was sure his face was a continued picture of confusion as he watched the men part like some sort of celebrity was on base but his frown quickly vanished as he saw her. the last time he had seen her this clearly she had kissed him goodbye before they had dragged themselves away from each other.

"we've been waiting for you, john egan." god her voice was even sweeter then he remembered but it was the we in her statement that drew his attention to the small bundle in her arms. a baby. a boy by the looks of it and he felt his stomach drop. she had moved on, of course she had. without him around he wasn't surprised that someone else had scooped her up. he moved to look at each of his men, trying to find which one looked guilty but he was met with more excitement, a little confusion even, what were they surprised he was heart broken she hadn't waited for him.

"you going to stand there all day or are you going to come meet him?" she asked, voice soft as she raised a hand to him and bucky moved towards her without much of a thought because no one seemed ready to stop him and his fingers linked with hers as soon as they were in reach. "you had a baby." john smiled down at her softly, eyes full of wonder as he looked at the small version of herself that she had created.

" i sure did." she nodded with a smile the men hadn't seen in months, the one reserved just for bucky. "i'd like you to meet thomas gale egan." time stood still for a moment then, john was sure of it as he looked between her and the baby she was holding, his blue eyes taking in each feature of the infant before him. their eyes matched he realised after a moment, the dark curls on his head were the wrong shade to be hers, they were his. she was holding his son. "baby...you had my baby?" he asked, as if he needed some sort of further confirmation of what his eyes at told him.

"mhumm, i told you, we've been waiting for you, do you want to hold him?" she offered, her face a mirror of the men around them, all smiles and joy and as john took tommy in his hands with such care she stopped trying to fight the tears that had been ready to spill since she'd heard he was home. with tears rolling down his own cheeks john took in the baby that watched him with what he hoped was quiet wonder, he had a whole baby boy that he had never known about and he was perfect. "thomas gale egan, it sure is good to meet you." reaching a spare arm around her bucky pulled his girl close to his side, unable to move his gaze from his son.

"alright any of you clowns going to tell me what else i missed whilst i was gone?"

he had been sure that he would sleep for hours when he returned to base. that his body would crash and that he would need time to recover but he had never felt more wired than he did as he stretched out in bed. it had taken john far to long to shake the rest of the boys, listening to stories of how each of them had helped his girl at some point. stories of all tommy's firsts since he had been born, the photos they'd managed to get all offered to john so he could piece together the time he had missed.

he'd stepped away from them only to check on gale when he had landed who had offered him the biggest grin and wondered if he had met his name sake yet, john still unable to believe she had named their boy so well.

nothing about his should have surprised him though, she was perfect, she had been before he had gone and now as he watched her tucked into his side sleeping softly like her own body could finally rest. tommy was spread across his chest, warm skin to skin, sound sleep on him with his little mouth wide opened as he showed no sign of being anything other that utterly content as he slept on his dad, one of john's hand spread across his tiny back taking up the whole space but to afraid to let him or his mom go as if either of them might vanish on him.

feeling her stir a little in his arms john pulled his gaze from tommy for a second to meet sleepy eyes, his chest flooding with more love for her than he had ever thought possible when he'd had to leave her a life time ago now. "you struggling to sleep?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep as she checked on tommy for a second before her eyes met john's once more. "i'm scared i'm still in that camp and neither of you are real." his confession was quiet as he offered it and with a soft hum, she pushed gently, pressing her lips to his. "sleep daddy, we will both be here in the morning."

"i just want to watch him a little longer." john offered quietly, tucking her back into his arm so she could sleep once more. if he never slept again it wouldn't be a shock to him. how he was ever meant to stop looking at this? well bucky just didn't know. "thanks for waiting for me, baby." he offered, to her sleeping form, lips pressing a kiss to the top of her own curls. he'd been waiting for them too, he'd just not known how to dare dream of it, till they were here in his arms.

[snoringkitty1]

Rainy day kisses

Tw: not proofread, fluff

A rainy day indoors wish Jing Yuan, Dan Heng, and Blade.

▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||။‌‌‌‌‌၊|• 0:10 Jing Yuan didn't have a lot of days at home, he was either in his office, helping Yanqing, or doing other things that require the General's attention. So typically, you only really see him at work and when he comes home to you. But today was different, Rain isn't common on the Loufu, but today, it was storming. "Think you can make it to the Seat of Divine Foresight in this weather?" You inquired as you stared out the window and listened to the rain hit the windows. In the windows reflection you could see him yawning as he walked up behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his chin on your shoulder. "Hmm..perhaps i should take a long awaited day off.." he hummed and nuzzled close and kissed your neck a few times. You glanced down at him and smiled, patting his head and playing with his messy strands of hair. His golden eyes followed the droplets that raced down the window, yawning again before suddenly picking you up. "What- what are you doing?" You held onto his shoulder and looked up at him to see his smile, "We are going back to sleep, doesn't that sound perfect?" his smile widened as he walked upstairs. You looked ahead as you both approached your bedroom door, you were both still in your Pj's since the rain and thunder was what initially woke you both up. As you got lost in thought, suddenly Jing Yuan tossed you onto the bed, laughing when you yelped and flailed before hitting the sheets again. "You-!" his laughter was reduced to chuckles as you got under the sheets and pulled them over your head, Pouting in hiding. But he wasn't having it, he crawled in beside you and snuck under the blankets as well, it was hard to see, the briefest flashes of lightning illuminated his smug expression. You tried to roll over to face away, but he already had you in his inescapable grasp, there was no hope for you now. He held your face and smiled, watching your pouty expression gradually fade as you two shared a fragile moment, rare in the lives of people so busy. "I love you." he whispered, his voice rumbled like the thunder outside the windows with a tone so endearing and loving, you weren't sure how to respond. It took you a moment to compute, before smiling, "I love you too..". You whispered back, it was a lot harder to hear your voice above the rain hitting the nearby window, but he heard it regardless. A pleased smile on his face as he pulled you close and closed his eyes, You laid your head against his chest and closed your eyes as well. "Sweet dreams.."

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Of course, the one day you and Dan Heng were planning to go out for a bit of shopping and a date, when you woke up to get ready..the rumble of thunder was enough to tell you, that wasn't going to happen. You looked over at Dan Heng, whom was still asleep, sighing in defeat. You wanted to go back to sleep, but you went to bed last night early just to be sure you wouldn't be so tired today, and of course, luck wasn't on your side. By the time you finished complaining to yourself in your head, Dan Heng began to stir, he opened his eyes, but didn't even need to see the rain to know, letting out a sigh. You looked over and smiled, leaning down to his his cheek, "Good morning..Uhm, i think we'll have to go out tomorrow." "Mhm.." He sighed again and slowly sat up, "I bet the beds cozier when you're not sleeping on a mattress on the floor?" you teased and tilted your head. He rubbed his eyes and smiled slightly, "Certainly..though, the pillows and blankets make it cozier to cuddle.." He muttered and leaned over to kiss the side of your head. You giggled and turned your head to kiss his nose, "well we got a big room..we can go watch tv on the couch? It's probably not very comfortable though.." you set your chin on your knee and looked at the window, the rain was only getting worse, "Well, we have all these pillows and blankets, i'm sure we can make do." Dan Heng stated coolly and got up, stretching before grabbing a bunch of pillows, "Blankets are yours." he carried them over to the couch and while he did that, you got all the blankets you could carry, barely able to see passed the big bundle you held. Dan Heng smiled and shook his head, he took the ball of blankets away and tossed it onto the couch before setting it all up in a similar fashion to his mattress on the Express, riddled with all your blankets and pillows, though the hotel had rather depressing colors compared to The Archives. "This'll do.." he hummed and glanced to you, but you had already sat down and looked at him with a smile. "I already have the remote, just lay down" you insisted and grinned seeing his shoulders slump with a defeated smile. "Hm, you've convinced me.." He mumbled as he laid down, laying his head on your chest and closing his eyes as you chose a show or movie to watch, and soon enough, the mighty dragon, was sound asleep like a little baby. At that point, you turned the tv down almost to zero, playing the movie quietly in the background and focusing more on trying to fall asleep yourself, after playing with his hair for a while..you eventually fell asleep.

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Blade usually never spent much time inside, he was either out doing small missions and errands, babysitting Silver Wolf, or doing a bit of training to ensure his skills remained sharp. But today, in the place the Stelleron Hunters were all hiding, a rainstorm was brewing, and unfortunately for Blade whom was out to train, the sky opened up and rain poured down on him. Of course, he remained unbothered, the rain would not hinder his routine, but then there was you. "Blade!" you hollered and he looked over, lowering his blade and facing you. "Come inside, its cold!" you ordered, wearing a coat to keep the cold at bay. He looked you up and down briefly before looking at the sky and the rain that fell on his face and sighing. He walked over and leaned over you briefly before heading inside. "You're gonna drip water everywhere, stay put." You wiped water off his cheek, giving him a quick kiss before taking off your coat and heading deeper in, and returning with a big towel. "Here.." you stood on your toes to begin drying his hair, he lowered his head to make it easier for you. A small smile played at his lips, trying not to snicker as you tried to dry him off. His clothes were of course wet and those just needed to be put in a dryer to fix. He took off his shoes and followed you down the hall back to your shared room, "Your just soaked..would you have stayed out there if i didn't come to get you at all?" You frowned and tossed the towel into the hamper and looked back at him. He simply smiled, it felt nice to know that even if he couldn't feel the cold, nor could the rain make him sick, that you worried regardless. "Mhm." He hummed and unbuttoned his shirt, that one little button holding it all together was relived as it no longer had to work so hard. You glanced back him, getting another towel and walking over, He looked at the towel briefly, his shirt folded over his arm as he raised a brow. "What? You want me to do it?" you questioned, and he nodded, "Why??" you swore you could have spotted a smug look in his eyes for a second. You bit your tongue and moved his arms aside, with them no longer crossed over his chest, your cheeks turned just a smidge pink. He would walk around soaked in his wet clothes if you decided not to do this at his request. You dried him off to the best of your abilities, and you would never admit how good he looked to his face, but he already knew, the look on your face said all he needed to know. "Now go change your pants and put on a shirt! I'm going back to watching my show on the couch when you're done." you ran away before he could try and stop you, chuckling to himself as he went to change. When he returned, you were bundled up on this couch, snuggly underneath a weighted blanket watching tv without a care in the world. But you heard him walking in by the grace of a creaking floor board, he sat beside you and hastily pulled you close. He closed his eyes and kissed the top of your head, "Thank you.." He muttered softly and closed his eyes, "oh, no problem dear.." you smiled and rested your head on his shoulder, the rain hitting the window and his breathing made you so sleepy that you fell asleep sitting up..and Blade soon followed suit.

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Thanks for reading.

[mbsneur]

Last Room Pt.5

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: you hate Alexia but your best friend Salma wants you to get along well with her

Warnings: Fluff,Smut

please read this text before going to the story

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The next morning you woke up first thing. You opened your eyes slightly. You saw Alexia sleeping peacefully next to you, one of her arms lying lazily on your stomach you need a moment to fully wake up and reflect on the last night a slight smile nestles on your lips and butterflies gather in your stomach. You wanted to check what time it was so that it wouldn't be noticeable and you'd still show up for breakfast on time

You try to pull away from Alexia's arm slightly and she lets out a loud grunt. You feel her slowly waking up and she pulls her arm from your stomach to turn to the other side. You hear her smack her lips softly. You reach for your cell phone 8:05am Luckily it wasn't too late, you thought, since you didn't set an alarm last night

You turn back to Alexia and press yourself tightly against her back. You slowly kiss her hairline

"ale we have to get up, we'll be picked up soon and we still have to have breakfast" you whisper between small kisses

She turns completely towards you in your arms and presses her face against your neck

"We'll get up in 5 minutes please" She says in a moaning tone

The next few minutes you spent scratching Alexia's entire back and head and simply enjoying her closeness

“Alexia, come on now, we really have to get up,” you say, slightly crying, and try to push yourself away from her strong arms

Alexia grunts and lets go of you. You climb over her and out of bed. You go to your suitcase to pick out some fresh underwear and clothes. You feel Alexia literally undressing you with her eyes

“Why are you staring at my ass” you say with a laughing voice and turn around to Alexia

Alexia just shrugs her shoulders and pretends she wasn't looking

“It’s just that your ass fits perfectly in my hand and I have thoughts about it” she winks at you

You roll your eyes playfully and disappear into the bathroom. You brush your teeth, wash your face and tie your hair into a loose ponytail. You have chosen black sweatpants and a basic shirt

When you came out of the bathroom, Alexia was already getting dressed. She was wearing shorts and a black shirt. She smiled at you and came closer to you to stroke your cheek

you bless it with a small smile and shortly afterwards she disappears into the bathroom

You sit down on the bed to take a quick look at your phone

*3 messages from salma*

fuck 9:00am

Salma: where are you?!?!

Salma: did you kill each other or why don't you answer me

Salma: I understand, it was a hot night ;) just hurry up

you answer salma

y/n: Salma, we're almost ready, she just needed a while in the bathroom just wait in front of the door xx

5 minutes later Alexia came out of the bathroom, slightly stressed. She quickly packed the rest of her things into her suitcase to get things in order

"Alexia can you listen to me for a moment"

You say, trying not to stress her out more

“What’s wrong” she says looking directly in your direction and watching how perfectly your lips move

"You have to promise me that you'll behave and we have to act like we still hate each other okay?"

Alexia meets you with a small pout and pulls you close to her by your hips and starts kissing the side of your neck

"I'll behave"

She says laughing because you know full well that Alexia can't behave

You give her a quick kiss and pull away as you scurry past her and she slap you on your ass

“Alexia Putellas Segura behave stop touching me I’m serious” you roll your eyes and let out a small laugh

She trots behind you and you take the room card. When you open the door you are met with the familiar smile of Salma

“Have you had a good night?” Salma jokes lightly

"No, I'm still mad at you, it was sheer horror, I made her sleep on the floor, she's so stressful, she tried to talk to me the whole time."

Salma laughs at you, you playfully hit her on the shoulder. You know full well that she's going to tease you about it for the next few weeks and you're already dreading it

You all have arrived at the elevator and Salma presses the button. Alexia is standing almost next to you and watching you. You look slightly to the side and when Salma looks away you give her a small smile. Alexia is impressed by how well you can lie. Alexia didn't even have to comment

When you reach the bottom floor and go to the buffet, Alexia takes a plate and walks past you. Her fingertips gently stroke your ass. You flinch because you didn't expect the sudden and risky touch

You gently slap her hand away to put her in her place and look at her angrily. She gives you an evil smile. She would have liked to stay in bed with you much longer

You put your breakfast together and just decided on porridge with banana and strawberries and made yourself a cafe. You sit down at the table where Salma and Alexia are sitting

"So we'll be picked up soon and have our make-up put on and our clothes on then we'll go to the event and then we'll fly back this evening" Salma says and looks in your direction. She probably already told Alexia when you were gone

Alexia kicks and pokes you with her feet the whole time and her foot keeps wandering up to your middle. You inconspicuously close your legs. Alexia looks at you with a playful dark look. She just doesn't have enough of you

Alexia looks innocently at her hands as if her foot wouldn't wander between your legs

"I'm going to get a new cafe"

Salma says and goes towards the Buffet

1 second after Salma left, Alexia's hand is under the table between your legs as you blink, her bottom lip is laughing between her teeth

you fidget with your legs and protest against her hand, she pinches you lightly and hits your clitoris

"Alexia, stop it, you really have to behave"

She rolls her eyes in annoyance and removes her hand. She acts like a horny teenager

Salma came back with her cafe and the three of you finished breakfast. About 30 minutes later you were picked up and driven to the location

The trip was relaxed, everyone was busy with themselves and doing their own thing, Alexia was listening to music, Salma was studying for university and you were just swiping around on your phone

After a 40 minute drive you finally arrived. You were warmly welcomed with a glass of champagne and three nice ladies who would do your make-up and dress you

You were shown your clothes. You had a dark blue long dress with a deep neckline that had glitter particles in some places and black heels. You knew that Alexia would fight not to look at you with her mouth open

You were given a long, thick bathrobe over your outfit that you chose this morning

"hey I'm camilla and I'll take care of you, you're y/n right?" The tall blonde woman said to you, meeting you with a friendly smile

“Yes, that’s right I’m pleased to meet you” you smiled back

She placed a large bowl of fruit in front of you to snack on

"Do you have any specific ideas about what I could do or do you want to leave it to me?" she asked

"No I'll leave it to you, I think you know what you're doing" you said

So she started to put make-up on you, not so heavily but still beautifully. She worked with a little concealer, bronzer, blush and highlighter. She did an eye look that highlighted your eye color perfectly. She put a light red tone on your lips with gloss

She made light waves in your hair

After 1:30 hours you were ready and all you had to do was put on your dress. Camilla helped you with that. When you looked at yourself in the mirror you couldn't help but be amazed, the dress fit your figure perfectly and framed the shape of your breasts perfectly

"Woah thanks Camilla, I've never looked so good before" you said, pleased with her work

She smiled slightly at your compliment

You took your handbag, put the most important things in it and wanted to leave the room to check on Salma and Alexia. Alexia was already standing in the hallway. You saw her and your jaw dropped. You fought to get your eyes in order before someone saw you Sees she was wearing a white halterneck dress and her hair was tied in a perfect bun

When she saw your figure, her eyes immediately began to sparkle. She came towards you and you looked around to see that there was no one around

"Do you want to kill me, you look so good oh my-mierda"

You laugh, slightly embarrassed at her, her eyes wandering all over your body, admiring every inch

"Ale you also look amaz-" you were interrupted by a door banging open loudly

You take a step back in shock

"Alexia, my god, how many times have I told you to leave me alone, you're incredibly annoying," you say loudly and annoyed in a way that Salma could hardly miss

Salma laughed as always at your childish behavior

"Chicas let's finally go then we'll have it behind us and stop fighting" said Salma, slightly annoyed and laughing, and went ahead

Alexia walks past you "your tits look good too baby" she whispers to you with a smug smile

These words make your legs go weak and your thoughts become confused. You take a deep breath and run after them. The way to the festival was a short walk that you took with two security men

When you got there you walked over a red carpet, took photos and gave a few interviews. The afternoon was quiet. You had a lot to do with standing on stage and saying something small about the Nike company and talking to friends that you had for a long time you haven't seen anymore

When the food came you looked for your name that was on the tables. Alexia's name was on the sign next to your sign what a coincidence

salma and alexia‘s friends were sitting opposite you like Lucía García and Mariona Caldentey

They talked throughout the meal about football and stuff that Mariona is now playing in London and general things.

"How come you and y/n are sitting together? Was there something you agreed on?" Mariona asked laughing

You pretend you didn’t hear Mariona’s question and Lucia’s laugh

"I don't know she'll probably always be mad at me but unfortunately we couldn't choose our seat so I'll have to sit here" Alexia said and you felt a big hand squeeze your thigh tightly

You didn't want to look over. You couldn't even confront Alexia and tell her to stop

fuck

Alexia's hand goes to you. You're glad that she doesn't have a chance to get under your dress. She continued talking to Mariona and Lucia as if her hand wasn't almost on your pussy

“y/n hello, are you even listening to me” Salma interrupts you from your thoughts

"y-yes" you stutter and want to pull your leg away from alexia's hand but she grabs it hard and pulls it back

Salma continues to tell you about Spain's World Cup celebration. You hope that this evening will be over soon

Alexia's hand just lightly strokes your thigh and after about an hour and a few wine glasses, a brown-haired man comes onto the stage

"I would like to thank you for turning up in such large numbers this evening and getting to know more about Nike and their athletes. I would like to end the evening with this. The bar is still open for those who want to stay a while and I wish the rest of you one Have a nice evening," said the man in a friendly manner and the room began to clap

It was now evening and Salma looked at the clock

"Unfortunately we have to go, our flight is coming soon and we would like to go home today" Salma said, looking at you and Alexia

Alexia removed her hand from your thigh and looked over at you briefly to take in your beauty. Alexia stood up first to say goodbye to the rest

Salma and you did the same. You all hugged and made your way back to the place where your makeup was done because you had to get your bags and wanted to wear something comfortable. You put on your sweatpants from this morning and a fresh shirt

You hurried because it was a 50 minute drive to the airport. You got in the car and were driven. You didn't talk much to each other because you were slightly drunk and just tired

At the airport you checked in your luggage and took a short detour to a shop where you could buy water

When your flight was called you made your way to board

It was a plane where there were only two seats and an aisle in between

Salma offered to sit with you so you didn't have to sit with Alexia but you protested and wanted to give Salma the seat to sit with Alexia. Salma found it a bit strange since yesterday you didn't even want to sleep in the same bed with her and now even wanted to sit next to her

Salma didn't want to discuss any further because she was tired herself and so she just sat down on the 2 seats alone. You sat down on the other 2 seats by the window and Alexia next to you

You got blankets from the flight attendants because it was a bit cold on the plane. Alexia put the blanket over your legs

You tried to relax and actually wanted to sleep a little. A few minutes passed. You had already been in the air for 30 minutes

You suddenly noticed Alexia's hand on your leg again. You immediately looked over to her to give her a warning look

"pshh baby you've been teasing me so much all day today and I'm not allowed to touch you"

She says quietly, sliding further and further towards your waistband You looked at Salma, luckily she fell asleep

Alexia's hand continued to run along the waistband of your pants and you let out a small, heavy noise. You didn't take your eyes off Alexia

“you have to be quiet you understand y/n just trust me”

Alexia says and breathes against your lips that are so desperate for her kisses. Her hand slowly slips into your pants and you whimper. You press your face into the side of the seat to suppress the noises that Alexia elicits from you

You grab Alexia's arm to push it further into your pants. She moves over your underwear and caresses your whole pussy

Your mouth is open and Alexia looks forward so as not to show anything. She now starts to make precise circles around your clitoris. You whimper and nibble on one of your fingers to suppress it as much as possible. Alexia stays in this position until she herself What's certain is that you can stay quiet

Alexia stopped to push your underwear to the side to have more access to you. With her other hand she pulled the blanket a little higher and held it tight

She strokes along your folds and spreads your wetness all over your clitoris

“Alexia please I need more” you said quietly suppressing any noise you made

Alexia went further down with her middle finger and slowly ran it between your folds. She dipped her finger into you, eliciting a small moan from you

She started pumping slowly into you. Your breathing became more irregular and Alexia slowly came closer to you

"You're doing so well just be a little quiet“

you looked at her and watched her lips closely as she said all the good things to you while pumping her finger into you

"You looked so good in your dress, you know that actually, I would have loved to drag you into the nearest toilet and fuck you"

"Mmm did you like it you made me so wet at the table" You say quietly, stuttering because you're afraid you could moan at any moment

Alexia's chin carefully rests on your shoulder

“I need another finger,” you said sheepishly, embarrassed by how common you were on a plane next to the woman you were supposed to hate

Alexia accepted your request and slowly ran her ring finger through your folds and added it to her other finger. You gripped the armrest slightly and stood up briefly

Your head falls deeper into the seat. You take in every feeling, even more intense than last night. Alexia's hot breath close to your skin makes you weak

"You're so wet is that all for me?" she whispers to you

you try to look at her you start to whimper desperately you are so desperate for Alexia's touch

"Just for you, everything you do turns me on you kept my nipples hard all evening ale“

You moan softly and now put your hand on your mouth. Alexia starts curling her fingers and becomes a little faster

"Do you want it like that mh?"

"my clitoris Alexia I beg you" You say with your hand in front of your mouth

"did you really want me to fuck you today or why did you choose this dress" She says in your ear in a rough voice

"I didn't want to upset you I'm just desperate for you please touch my clitoris"

After that sentence Alexia pressed her thumb hard against your clitoris which made you twitch violently. She pressed large circles on it

"fuck alexia just keep going" You whisper quietly afraid that anyone will hear

Alexia gets faster and you're a mess. Alexia knows how to make you come she did it enough times last night

Your eyes roll tightly into the back of your head. You find it hard to suppress the moan. You whisper quietly. Alexia's lips are tight and her circles around your clit become more precise, causing your hips to sway slightly

Your walls cling tightly around Alexia's thick fingers. She fucks deep into your tight pussy. You're afraid that someone might hear the sound of your wet pussy because Alexia doesn't stop going faster

"You're driving me crazy Bebita the way you hold back your moans is driving me crazy" she tells you and you just nod because you don't know how to deal with all these feelings your breath is stuck all that comes out of you is a soft moan

Your stomach walls contract and your pussy becomes tighter. Your hips slam into Alexia's hands and she pushes them down again

"Stay calm Bebita you'll be too loud" Alexia says with a bit of fear in her voice

After a few minutes and strong thrusts, you nervously tap Alexia on the arm

she looks directly at you "ale- l'm close"

She wants to see you when you come, she doesn't stop looking at you, she pushes deeper into you

you let out silent moans and your legs start to shake slightly. you grab her arm that is inside you so that she doesn't have a chance to stop pumping into you

You start to tense up and come hard on Alexia's fingers. You scratch deep into her arm. The orgasm shakes your whole body

"psh psh stay quiet please" alexia says nervous

her fingers slow down and your body begins to relax

you breathe hard and she slowly removes her hand from you and comes up from the ceiling her entire hand is glistening with your juices she knowingly puts her fingers in her mouth and rolls her eyes until you hear the sound telling you to buckle up

fuck. You're glad the flight is over.

i hope you liked it <3

[hyunniesgirl]

Another Love | Part 5

Summary: you've been hopelessly in love with Han since you were children. One night you confess your feelings to him.

Warnings for this chapter: the tiniest bit of angst

Words count: ±5,600

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

A/N: I struggled so much with writer's block + personal life issues to write this part, I'm glad it's finally out. Next part will be the last one for another love.

The first thing you think after waking up is that it was all a dream. Of course it was, there's no way Jisung likes you in that way.

After ten minutes sitting on your bed, staring at the wall, you come to the conclusion that it couldn't have been a dream, it was too realistic.

Then, you come to accept that he was drunk, there's no other reasonable possibility and that makes perfectly sense for you, he didn't mean what he said because he was intoxicated.

So after taking your sweet time getting ready for class, trying to avoid Jisung, you go out to the kitchen planning to pretend that last night's events never happened.

You didn't expect to find your best friend, wide awake, preparing coffee. Han doesn't really like waking up too early in the morning so it comes as a surprise when he's perfectly awake. He glances at you, pouring a coffee into a mug and handing it to you after wishing you a good morning.

Jisung looks tired, huge eye bags under his eyes. It looks like he didn't sleep at all.

His eyes trail carefully, analyzing your complexion, trying to guess what's your mood after his confession.

“About last night…” He starts saying, seeing your eyes dart from the dark liquid to his face.

“Don't worry about it”, you try sounding relaxed. So he remembers it, that makes you nervous. “I guessed that you were drunk and didn't mean what you said”, you shrug.

Han frowns, tilting his head to the side while staring at you.

“I was not drunk”, he says, “I meant everything I said”, he clears his throat nervously, “and I know it's too late, I don't want things to get weird again”

You feel your face warming up, you didn't expect him to tell you this kind of thing so straightforwardly. But above all else, you're mad. Mad because you went through so much to get over him, just for him to come back months later saying he likes you back? You're not having it.

“Do you think it's okay to play with people's feelings?” You put the mug on the table, crossing your arms. “You didn't give me any hope, Jisung, not a glimpse. You told me you never saw me in that way and it was pretty clear to me that you would never like me in a romantic way. So why now?”

He gulps, trying to find an answer for a question he has been asking himself since he noticed his new found feelings for you.

“I thought it would be selfish of me to give you hope at that time. I really didn't see you in that way, I don't know what changed”, he bites his bottom lip, feeling like he's ruining everything again.

“And you're not being selfish now?” You scoff, your words feel like daggers being thrown at him.

“I don't want to be”, he tells you, frowning in confusion.

“I guess it's not always the thought that counts”, you say, grabbing your bag from the couch and walking out of the door, wishing you didn't have to come back.

You're angry with Jisung for even thinking about changing his mind, but more than anything else you're angry with yourself because you felt your heart waver for a moment.

It's not easy to hear that he loves you, you have waited to hear that for so long it actually doesn't seem to be real. Sometimes you just long for something you know will never come and Jisung's love was just that, something you thought could never be yours.

You don't even know how to process it, you are not even over your relationship with Jeongho yet, you don't even know if you still like Jisung in that way. You're just confused, you should be grieving the relationship you didn't get to have and not worrying about your feelings for your best friend again.

You're just tired of all this, you wish you could just have a normal friendship with Jisung and not this mess. But that's on you, you're the one that loved him first and confessed to him, so this is just you dealing with the consequences of your own actions.

Since the moment Jisung realized he's in love with you, he's been trying to understand why now? You didn't change at all, you're still the same kind and smart girl you have always been, so why did he only fall in love with you now? After everything you went through to get over him.

He didn't really plan to tell you about his feelings, he thought that maybe it would be for the best if he kept those to himself so you could move on completely. But the thought of letting you think you were doing something wrong just broke his heart, you shouldn't think you're in the wrong when he's clearly at fault.

“Well, it could have been worse”, Chan says, smiling sympathetically to Jisung while they work on a new track.

“Worse how? She hates me now”, Jisung whines.

“It's better that she hates you for telling the truth, than her thinking she was ruining your friendship” Chan shrugs, looking back at his laptop.

“How many times can someone ruin a friendship, though?” Changbin asks, with a finger in hid chin, thinking out loud. “Are you two trying to compete or something?”

Jisung stares at Changbin for a moment, taking a deep breath, he shouldn't yell at his friend.

“Do you think you'll be able to see her moving on while you like her?” Chan asks, biting his bottom lip. “It was not easy for y/n to see you dating different people, but she's very strong. What about you?”

“I- I don't know”, Jisung answers, fidgeting with his fingers, “I'd like to have another chance, but I know it's not possible. I just want her to be happy even if it's not with me”

“Then, that's what you should do”, Chan shrugs. “Y/N is going through a hard time right now, you should just support her until her heart is fully healed and maybe, just maybe, one day you'll get another opportunity”

Jisung nods, feeling his heart sinking. It's his time now to pin over an unrequited love.

“He what?” Hannah's voice comes out in a half scream, making the people around look at you two.

“You heard me”, you say, trying to hide yourself from the prying eyes.

“Well, he clearly has no tact”, Hannah points out. “So… hm… what did you tell him?”

“I told him that he shouldn't play with people feelings”

“But, how did you feel hearing his confession?” She asks, curiously.

“I don't know”, you sigh, “I swayed for a moment if that's what you want to know”, you play with the napkins on the table, trying not to look at Hannah because you know she's going to see right through you.

“Are you sure it was just for a moment?” She asks, looking at you sympathetically. You feel tears brimming through your eyes. “You still love him, don't you?” She asks even though she already knows your answer.

You nod, feeling a few tears running down your cheeks. It's been three days since Jisung confessed and all you could think about was him. You tried so hard to focus on other things, to think about how much he hurt you so many times, but everything just came down to how your heart couldn't stop beating so fast every time you remember him saying he's in love with you.

It's embarrassing to be crying in the middle of a restaurant, luckily it's night so the lack of lightning helps hide your red eyes.

“But I don't think I want to”, you tell Hannah, “I don't want to love him, not after all the effort I put to forget about these feelings”, you confess. Logically, you want to ignore all the reactions Jisung causes on you, you want to pretend you don't feel a single thing for him anymore.

“I don't think you'll be able to let go of these feelings if you keep being friends with him”, Hannah sighs, she really didn't want to be the person to tell you to end a 15 years long friendship, but if you really want to get over him, you're going to have to cut him off. “It was possible when he didn't like you back, but now there is this hope inside you and I just know that you'll keep holding on to it involuntarily”

“What should I do, then? Jisung is everything I ever know, I'm not sure if I'll be able to just end our friendship like that”

“Look, y/n. You have two options: end it now and move on, or you can consider accepting his feeling”, Hannah frowns, “I know it's hard, but I think it's something you have to take your time to think about”

You get back home, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. At least this whole situation took your mind out of Jeongho, you were able to go through another whole day without looking at your phone, waiting for him to contact you again. Maybe you're coming to terms with the fact that your relationship is really over.

As soon as you finish showering, you grab some ice cream from the fridge, put on some sad drama to play on TV and get cozy with a blanket on the sofa. Crying is all you wanted to do in these few weeks, having your heart broken twice in a year is no joke.

Half way through the movie you hear the sound of the door being opened. You have tears in your eyes because the story of the movie is just so sad, you didn't want Jisung to see you crying in the middle of the living room but it's inevitable.

He doesn't say anything though, walking slowly closer to you with a paper bag in his hands and pouring snacks all over the center table, opening a box of tissues and giving it to you.

“Oh, I watched this movie. It's pretty sad, right?” He asks, eyes locked on the screen.

“Yeah”, you say, whipping your tears.

Jisung gets comfortable on the sofa, crossing his arms and just stays there, watching the movie with you.

No words being said the whole time you were together, just your sniffs and the sounds from the movie being heard in the dark living room of your shared apartment. As if none of you had ever confessed being in love with one another.

Jisung thought maybe he should try and make things the same as they were before, he wants to give you the feeling of comfort you felt close to him before. Even if it hurts him, he'll try.

You fell asleep on the sofa, but woke up in your room, Jisung must have carried you there. When you finish getting ready for class, there's no one else at home and there's only a note on the table saying that Han will bring dinner later.

You thought he would bring up his confession again last night, but he just stayed with you, commenting on the movie the way you always do. It was… comfortable and you can't say you didn't like it.

You have a full schedule of tutoring today, you don't even know if you'll have time to breathe. So you take the first bus to school, stopping at the cafe to get some coffee for you and Hannah.

It's been a while since you saw Heeseung, other than seeing him in the cafe, he's taking the same class as you this semester so you eventually run into him and after a while it just stopped being awkward.

It's startling to think that you're almost graduating, it seems like it was only yesterday when you moved in with Jisung to attend university. You had so many plans, hoping that everything would go well and you'd end up dating your best friend and living your best life.

Things never go as we plan it, that's a good lesson you learned after all these years. In the end, you got Jisung to like you back, but do you still want him?

With all this turmoil of events, you almost forget that you and Jisung have to go back home to see your families, when finals start you won't have time and neither will Han with the group's new album coming out.

Things are weird between the two of you, not as normal as before you confessed but not as awful as when you were apart from each other. Even though Jisung is trying to act normal, like he never confessed to you, there's still this strange sensation that everything is out of place. Maybe it's just a matter of you two adapting to this new dynamic you have going on.

As always, your mom and Jisung's prepare so much food for you to eat and take home too. They keep glancing suspiciously at you two the whole dinner, whispering between each other like no one's noticing how they're behaving. So the next morning when you go out with yours and Jisung's dad to buy groceries, the two ladies atack your best friend with questions.

“Did you two fight?”, your mother asks.

“You two have been so weird since the last time you came to visit”, Jisung's mom completes, “but now you can't even look at each other”

“We didn't fight”, Jisung clears his throat, looking around, making his mom sigh.

“I can see right through you”, she scolds, “you should apologize to her and ask that she forgets what you did”

“It's not something I want her to forget”, he mumbles, sulking.

“What exactly did you do?” Your mom asks, frowning.

Jisung gulps, trying to spit those difficult words out of his mouth.

“I confessed that I'm in love with her”, he mumbles, waiting for them to scold him for that but their reaction was the opposite.

“What took you so long?” His mom sighs.

He looks at them curiously but proceeds to tell them the whole story since the moment you confessed to him.

Jisung has been racking his brain for weeks now, trying to understand just how things got where they are now and the only conclusion he got is that he is the one who changed.

After looking at a future where you were nowhere to be found, Jisung realized that a life without you doesn't make any sense to him. Food lost its taste, activities didn't bring him any pleasure, coming home didn't feel the same.

Why would he want to come home to a house where you were not there? A place where you wouldn't have dinner with him and talk about your day, watch something and make little comments about the nonsensical things happening on the screen or funny curiosities about what you were watching. Jisung realized he didn't want to do those things with anyone but you, he wanted to hear you laughing of his jokes, he wanted to see you looking at him with a judgemental glare when he said something stupid, he wanted to wake up and look at your face for the rest of his life, it had to be you, it couldn't be anyone else.

It's just sad that he only realized that when it was too late.

“She rejected you?”, his mom asks and Jisung nods, biting his bottom lip.

“You're not going to give up now, right? Because of one rejection!”, your mom tells him. “We had to watch y/n’s eyes always on you for years, she didn't give up that easily so I won't accept it if you just give up on my daughter like that”, she huffs.

“What am I to do? I'm afraid I'll ruin our friendship”, he cries out.

“Don't you think she had that same fear when she confessed to you?” Jisung's mother says. “There are things in life that are worth the risk”

“You know, if you're sure you won't regret it even if the result is not what you expected, you should keep trying”, your mom says, “from what you just told us, you didn't ask her for a chance. You can't give up before asking for a chance”

He looks from your mom to his, sighing. Should he? Should he try to win you back?

The door opens and your voice is heard from the entrance, making the three of them shut up and pretend like they weren't just talking about you.

Your schedule got full again with tutoring since you're going to stop it while you're going through your finals. The parents want you to speed things up so their children don't fall behind while you're away. That means less free time to think about your messy love life and honestly that's for the best because you're more confused than ever. So you spend most of your time at school or in your students houses, going back home late at night and going out early in the day.

Jisung misses seeing your face, when he arrives at night you're already asleep and when he wakes in the morning you're already gone. He knows it's for the best, that way you can take your time to get used to the way things are between you two now. He also needs this time to decide if he really wants to risk your friendship by asking you for a chance or if it's better for him to try and get over these feelings, however, he can't help but long for you.

Jisung knows just how hectic the last week has been with you coming home just to sleep, trying to keep up with studying and tutoring. So he asks for Minho's help to cook your favorite dish, your mom sent him the receipt saying she always cooked it for you when you were studying for the college's exam.

After another exhausting day you arrive home, just wanting a warm bath and your bed. However, the moment you step into the house, you feel the nice familiar smell of food, making your stomach growl.

“Hey”, Han glances at you before going back to setting the table.

“Why does this smell so good?” You ask, dropping your bag on the sofa and coming closer to the table to look at whatever food has this smell.

“I was going to bring dinner but decided to cook”, he shrugs.

“Hm? How is the kitchen still intact?” You joke and he glares at you.

“Minho might or might not have been here overseeing the process so I wouldn't set the apartment on fire”, he pouts.

You nod, walking to the sink to wash your hands.

“Why didn't you invite him to have dinner with us?”, you ask.

“I did but he didn't want to stay”, he shrugs. “I think he's going to visit his cats tonight”

Well, the cats come first place to Minho, you're already used to that. So you just nod, watching Jisung finish putting the things in place while you sit down.

“How was your day?” He asks.

“Exhausting”, you say with a sigh. You have big eye bags under your eyes.

“Are you sleeping well?”

“Yeah, it's just a lot going on”, you answer truthfully.

You should have stopped tutoring some time ago, but you kept pushing it so you could have something to keep you occupied away from your break up with Jeongho and a bit to escape from the dilemma in your mind about your feelings for Jisung.

“You know”, he says slowly, trying to find the best words, “I don't want you to feel pressured by my feelings, you can even forget what I said if it's best for you”

He didn't really want you to forget, but the last thing Jisung wants is for you to feel more exhausted because of him.

“I don't know if I want to forget”, you mumble, not really thinking before speaking.

“What? What do you mean?” Jisung asks, his heartbeat getting faster, hope growing in his chest.

“I just- I don't know”, you play with your food, not wanting to look at him. “I don't know if I still like you in that way but I'm not sure if I don't like you at all anymore”, you confess.

“Wait- I”, he feels his stomach sinking in. He doesn't know what to say, this is not the time to ask you to consider giving him another chance, right? You're confused right now, he shouldn't pressure you, so he bottles everything in, struggling but restraining his feelings. “Take your time, I won't go anywhere”, he says confidently, even though he's not actually that confident.

Jisung's not sure if having hope is the right thing for his heart, he's not strong like you and knows that the moment you reject him definitely he'll fall apart. Maybe that's why he's been so afraid of asking you to give him a chance.

You nod, lost in thoughts. Maybe it would be better if he pressured you, then you would be forced to make a decision and get out of this bind you're in right now.

Hannah started trying to convince you to go to a party. Why does she always try to drag you to a party every time you're having problems in your love life? You are afraid not even her knows the answer for that, guess that that's what friends are for.

“It's after exams, you'll need to relax”, she points out, “it's going to be good to have some fun after worrying so much about the finals”

“I just want to sleep for a whole day”, you whine, “that's how I want to relax after the exams”

You're not even sure how you found the time to meet with her, you're both between classes and she's really using your ten minute break for this.

“You need to get out there, meet new people”, she says, receiving a mean glare from you. “Not like that”, Hannah pouts, “I mean meeting new people in general, not to date”

“Well, I think I already know enough people”, you say and she sighs, crossing her arms while sulking.

“Please, it's your last party in college”, she points out, “we need to celebrate”

You take a deep breath.

“It's not my last party if I bomb on my exams”, you tell her, watching her roll her eyes and scoff.

“You're like the only person in this school who has zero chance of bombing an exam”, she says, pushing you lightly, while giving you puppy eyes. “Can we please go to the party? After we graduate we won't have time to meet each other as much and I'm going to miss you so much I might die”

You roll your eyes, chuckling.

“Why are you so dramatic?” You sigh, “okay, fine. We can go”, you give in.

“Great! Now let’s go, I'm sure we are late”, she says, making you panic looking at your watch, you could kill her right now if you were not about to miss your exam.

Han arrives and for the first time in a while you're awake, Hannah's there with you so that explains why you're still up. He greets you two, going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“Hey, do you want ice cream?” You ask him, pointing at the big bowl of ice cream you have in your lap.

“No, thank you”, he says, awkwardly. He missed your face so much that he takes a few more seconds to come to his senses.

“Have you heard about Ryujin's party?” Hannah asks, “I know she's friends with Hyunjin.

“I didn't”, Jisung answers, eyeing you.

“We are planning to go”, Hannah says, pretending to be clueless to his longing eyes on you.

“That's cool”, he clears his throat, “I can pick you up after the party”

“Really? That would be cool”, Hannah nods, her attention going back to you when you let out a big sigh.

“Well, I had plans for whren I finish my exams”, you sigh, “I was going to watch a list of horror movies while stuffing my face with the most unhealthy foods I can find”, you point out.

“Too bad”, Hannah mocks, chuckling at your confused face. “You already told me you are going so no take backs”

“Do I have to dress up?”, you huff, in defeat and your best friend rolls her eyes, starting to talk about all the clothes she bought that would look good on you.

Meanwhile, Jisung leans on the kitchen counter, wishing that no one notices him there so he can look at you for a minute more.

You think you did well on your exams, each test you finished gave you a sense of relief, finally you would be out of college in a few weeks. However, that also brought you new doubts, what would you do now? You'll have to find a job and it's already time for you and Jisung to resolve the matter with your friendship, you have to decide what you're going to do.

If you decide to not give him another chance, you are going to need to move out of the apartment, that's for certain. Even if you want to move on, you can't while living with him. But if you decide to give him a chance, what then? What changes in your relationship? You never really thought about how things would work out if Jisung ever liked you back. You never even entertained the idea of having sex with him, you knew that once you let those thoughts get to you, you would be done for so you avoided them, but now those things you thought were impossible, are becoming too real and those thoughts are trying to sneak in on your mind.

Jisung is giving you space, he spends time with you but the air is almost always awkward, like he has something to say but won't spit it out.

Now that you're free from studying the whole day, you have more free time and that leads to you thinking about Jisung all the time.

The party is boring, you want to go home. You met Heeseung there with his friends and for the first time in what looks like a decade, Hannah is interested in someone so you encourage her to go do her thing and flirt with the person. She doesn't want to leave you at first but you insist and she finally goes to the dance floor, leaving you to mop silently in a corner of the room.

Heeseung and his friends keep you company and take care of you while you down your drinks, you want to relax after so much you have been going through. You just didn't expect to get dizzy and sick so easily and when you realize you're in Jisung's car, being taken home.

“Where's Hannah?” You ask, startling Jisung.

"Hyunjin is at the party, he's going to take her home later”, he answers, paying attention back to the road.

“Who told you to come?” You don't remember calling him, but to be fair you also don't remember when you stopped being aware of what was happening around you.

“I was actually calling you to check if everything was okay”, he says, “so Heeseung answered and asked me to pick you up”

Jisung actually called to know if you were enjoying the party, imagine his surprise when a man picked up. He froze at the moment, gathering courage to speak and ask him who he was and why he was picking up a call on your phone but before he could get out of his own head and ask, Heeseung was already explaining the situation.

You're so dizzy you can't even keep standing, the whole trip from the car to the apartment is just a blur. You were in the passenger seat, then in the elevator, then running to the bathroom as soon as you set foot into the house.

As you're throwing up everything you ate the whole day, you hear the hurried steps from Jisung. He puts a glass of water in the bathroom sink, kneeling on the ground right next to you. Jisung gathers every loose strand of your hair, holding it away from your face while he looks around, trying not to stare at your pathetic scene.

“It's been a while since we have been in this situation”, you point out, reaching for the glass of water, the nasty taste in your mouth making you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

“I guess you're right”, he answers. “What about a cold shower to sober up?” He jokes, tying your hair in a ponytail now that your head is still.

“No, thank you”, you watch him get up. “I think I'm already sober enough, but I'll accept a warm bath”

Jisung nods, walking to the shower and turning on the hot water to fill the bathtub.

“Are you going to be okay?” He asks, analyzing you to make sure you can take care of yourself. “You're not going to choke on your own vomit, right?” He asks, pretending to be disgusted.

“Shut up”, you tell him, rolling your eyes.

“I'll wait outside, call me if you need help”

You nod, does he think you're a child that can't take a bath? Even if you're a bit drunk, you can still function normally.

You scoff watching him leave the bathroom and close the door, trying to ignore the warmth growing on your cheeks from the simple mention of him helping you while you take a bath.

After a long time under the hot water, you finish your bath and brush your teeth, getting ready for bed, a lot less intoxicated now.

You open the door carefully, you don't have any clothes to change so you're wrapped in a towel and the last thing you need is Han catching you like that again.

Surprisingly, there's a chair by the door’s side with Jisung's clothes on top of it, a shirt and sweatpants but there's no sign of the man. So you just grab the clothes and change in the bathroom.

When you enter your room, Jisung is there, making the bed. He glances at you, he saw you in his clothes a thousand times before but it seems so different at that moment, he can't help but feel his cheeks and ears burn.

Jisung avoids looking at you, he's embarrassed about his reaction, so he keeps making the bed while talking to you.

“I didn't want to go through your wardrobe, so I left my clothes there”, he clears his throat, “I'm glad it fit”

“Of course if fit”, you chuckles. “Jisung I lost count of how many times I borrowed your clothes”

“Yeah, but-”, he mumbles, stopping himself mid sentence, giving up on what he wants to say while shaking his head but you're not having it this time, you're tired of him bottling up the things he wants to say.

“But what?” You ask.

“It's nothing”, he sighs, still not looking at you.

You walk to him, putting your hand on his shoulder to pull him, making him turn around.

“But what, Jisung?” You ask again, forcing him to look at him, noticing his red cheeks for the first time in this conversation.

“It's different now”, he says, “I feel different about you and it's nice seeing you dressed in my clothes”, he shrugs everything at once.

“Ah…” you take a step back, you didn't stop to think about that.

“Can you give me a chance?” He asks suddenly, taking you out of your thoughts, making you look at him with a frown in your face and he would be lying if he said that reaction didn't scare him, but he already gathered all his courage, he can't back down now.

“What?” You ask, confused.

“Let me prove to you why you should stay with me”, he pleads, reaching for your hands and you actually let him take them into his own. “If you fell out of love with me give me a chance to make you fall in love with me again and if you still like me but is not sure about our relationship let me show you that we are worth giving a try”

He spoke slowly this time, making sure you understood every word he said so that if you reject him, he will know that it's not a misunderstanding, you really don't want his love. But if you accept his try, he wants you to know what his purpose is.

You stare at him for a few moments, the silence growing scarier for Jisung but for you it's like time stopped. His eyes, locked on yours, full of hope making you nervous but at the same time, your heart is beating fast. Since the first sentence he spoke, the answer couldn't be other than yes.

Not yes to being in a relationship with him, you still have a lot of doubts but the thought of him trying to win you over is just enough to make your heart flutter and the butterflies on your stomach move faster.

“Do it”, you tell him, looking deeply into his eyes, “prove to me why I should give you a second chance”, you tell him and the relief that washes over his eyes makes it seem like you just told him he is free from an incurable disease.

“Are you sure?” He asks, afraid you'll change your mind but you nod. The first thing you feel is his hard chest against yours, he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you around.

“I'll show you that we are meant to be together”, he says, hugging you tightly and kissing the top of your head.

The mission to make y/n fall in love with Jisung again has officially started.

A/N: If you like what I write please reblog or let me know in the comments, feedback give me motivation to keep writing. Also, you can buy me a coffee.

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[companionjones]

One Night/One Bed

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're staying with Henry during a convention. By the way, there's only one bed.

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

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"What? It's not funny?"

Henry's voice resulted in you immediately opening your eyes. You hadn't been asleep when you'd heard him. He was showing you a meme on his phone. You laughed.

"That's a pity laugh," he reprimanded jokingly.

"It is not!" you turned and lightly hit his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to sleep anyway." Henry turned off his phone and moved to put it on his nightstand.

You figured the two of you should sleep. You both had a big day tomorrow. Henry had invited you to a convention he was attending. You coming had been a last minute thing, and Henry's people had only gotten him one hotel room, so you and Henry were sharing a bed that night. That was fine with you two. You and Henry had been friends for over a decade. It wasn't too weird for two friends to do, given the situation, right?

The way you and Henry had settled down, his leg was between your two. Things were quiet in the room for a moment, until Henry broke the silence. "You can't feel it, right?"

"No, I can't," you responded without thinking. Then, it hit you, "Wait, what do you mean?"

Though it was too dark to see the blush that could've been on Henry's cheeks, his voice still sounded sheepish. "What do you think I mean?"

"Oh..." You weren't sure what to say. "Um..." You figured honesty was the best policy. You swallowed, "I wouldn't be opposed..."

Henry gave a deep chuckle. "What else wouldn't you be opposed to? A business meeting?"

"Funny--" You went to joke with him again, but in doing so, you moved closer to him. You felt something a little lower on his leg than you expected.

After things were quiet for a moment more, Henry presumably decided to break the ice. "Did you think I was lying?" When he didn't get a response, he started to pull away. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable--"

He was almost sitting up by the time you got a hold of the collar of his shirt. You pulled him back down to meet your lips.

Once Henry's mind caught up with your actions, he moaned into the kiss. Quickly, however, he pulled away. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked you.

"Yes," was all you got out before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him in for another kiss.

Henry made quick work after that. He settled you underneath his large form, then moved on top of you. Henry helped you out of his shirt, then pulled off his own. He kissed you again as you slid your shorts and underwear down your legs.

As he shucked off his own lower clothing, Henry admitted to you, "God, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this."

"I betcha I've waited longer," you challenged with a smile.

"Really?" He didn't sound convinced.

You nodded, "Ever since I saw you in person in that Superman suit." You'd just missed knowing him during the filming of Man of Steel. You were talking about the filming of Batman v. Superman. That was two years after you had met him.

Henry one-upped you. "The Sanderson Dinner." That was the night he had met you.

You didn't know how else to respond other than to grab him by the neck and kiss him. You felt Henry's smile against your lips.

"Are you ready? Cause god knows I am," he declared once he parted from you.

Nodding, you almost begged, "Yes. God, yes. Please, just put it i--" You cut yourself off when your jaw went slack, and you grabbed onto Henry's biceps to anchor yourself. A small whimper escaped your lips.

"Fuck, you are so beautiful like this." Henry stroked the side of your head. He slowly pulled out of you, then slowly pushed back in.

"Oh, god," you sounded out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity.

Henry asked as his thrusts started to find a (still slow) rhythm, "How does it feel?"

"So good, Hen," you answered, eyes still closed.

He smiled, "That's exactly what I wanted to hear." He leaned down, and started going to work on your neck.

It felt so good to have him all over you. You tangled your fingers in his hair and moaned out, "Oh, Henry."

In response, he quickly licked his thumb, then started on your clit. He sped his thrusts up just a little bit.

"Oh, Henry!" you moaned louder, then came.

Once you came down, you noticed you had some drool on the side of your face. No sooner did you notice it that Henry was wiping it away. Actually, it was more like he was smearing it down the side of your face. You didn't care. To you, what Henry did made the whole scene even hotter.

"Think you can give me one more?" Henry asked as he finished ravishing your lips.

Vigorously, you nodded your head.

Henry once again sped up his thrusts. By then he was hitting much deeper in you than before.

"Fuck! Don't stop!" you begged, grabbing a handful of Henry's hair at the back of his head. It only took a few more thrusts for you to cum again, and Henry was right behind you. He helped you ride out your orgasm as he filled you with cum.

After what had to have been at least a couple minutes, you opened your eyes to find Henry Cavill gazing at you with enough intensity to burn a hole through a cement wall. The only thing to do was to kiss him. So you did. You pulled him close to you by the back of his head.

At that point, you and Henry sufficiently lost yourselves in each other. One of your hands stayed on his cheek while the other felt up his chest and landed on his shoulder. Henry's arms circled around you and held you close.

"Henry...Henry." You held him back and got his his attention. "We can't do this again tonight. You have to be up at five a.m.," you finished with a light chuckle.

He shook his head. "Screw tomorrow. I want to stay here with you."

"Very cute." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey." Henry got your attention by trapping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "I'm serious. If you told me to stay here tomorrow and not go to the convention, I wouldn't move a muscle."

You had to shake your head clear. "Are you serious?"

"Very much so," he promised, "I'm serious about this whole thing, if you'll have me."

You were already nodding before Henry was done talking. You kissed him before rolling on top of Henry and smirking. "Ready for Round 2?"

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[rimunagenius]

The One Where You Royally Screw Up.

ʚ pairing: Kate Martin x Roommate!reader

ʚ word count: 3.1k words

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , slight smut, fingering, angst, use of ‘y/n’ if that even is one

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: part 4 is FINALLY here!! i’m so sorry for the delay, it was supposed to release friday but the cold i had thought i was getting over got worse in a span of hours so i said id release it on saturday, but i spent all my saturday in bed asleep bc i have the worst headache and nausea from the cold, and then today it was supposed to release early but the ending never got saved and i realized i had a communications test to take so i had to finish writing it and revising after…but it’s here!! finally. so this is angst so sorry, but trust, the pining and sexual tension that’s to come is gonna be worth it!!!

Part 4

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This felt wrong. You knew it wasn't the best way to cope with the feelings you had realized you were harboring for Kate.

But you needed to get over it. You couldn't possibly be this self destructive, and let yourself fall your roommate. She let you live in her apartment, and gave you grace when you didn't help pay rent for the first two months, trying to find a new job.

She deserved better than to have a friendship ruined just because you loved liked her. It wasn't fair. But this didn't feel fair to you either. Kissing Juliana in the backseat of her car was the last place you wanted to be. This should be Kate. For a moment you thought it was.

That's how you ended up here. Over the span of several months since reporting Nick, he was removed off  campus and was doing time. You and Kate had celebrated the accomplishment and never spoke about it again.

Since then you two have been a lot closer. "Sleeping over" in eachothers room. Cuddling more on the couch. It all started that night you both skipped practice. You knew where it was going, so did she. But the inevitable outcome if the actions you two were so good at doing were going to ruin you both. You couldn't have that. That's why you took Juliana up on the date two months ago. You guys made it official that month.

You couldn't have what you and Kate so desperately wanted, cause when you were getting ready, you saw the way Kate watched you. The longing looks she gave you as she sat on the couch next to you, while you did your makeup.

The way you looked absolutely gorgeous in the outfit you wore out to dinner, how she wished she was the one having you on her arm, how she was the one seen in public with you, and got to bring you home at the end of the night. But she wasn't, so she tried not to make it a thing when you came home the next morning. Or when you two made it official.

"You like that?" Juliana whispered in your ear, a small giggle escaping her lips that you could feel throughout your body.

Your panting echoed in the car, while your hands traveling all over her body. Throwing your head back, you moaned as her fingers curled inside of you, fingertips brushing against the soft spongey part inside you. "Oh—Kate." You moaned it before you could even think.

Your body froze, any expecting orgasm thrown out the window. Her fingers paused, softly but swiftly removing her fingers from your sopping cunt. Grabbing a towel in the pocket behind the passenger seat, Juliana avoided looking at you while she cleaned the remnants of you off her hands.

"So, you guys aren't just friends?" Juliana knew that you and Kate were close, she didn't mind. Really. But she saw the way you looked at Kate when she'd leave after dropping you off at class. She saw the way Kate watched everything you did with a look on her face that made it seem like you hung the moon.

"What—that's not—I didn't mean—" You couldn't even think. How could you totally embarrass yourself and do that to Juliana. You didn't even know why you said it. In the far back of your mind, you guess you wished it was Kate. But you thought that was just the mere thought of your fantasies talking.

You've imagine what'd it'd be like to sleep with Kate, hell, every gay woman in America probably has. But that was just a fantasy. You liked Jules. Atleast you thought you did.

"No, tell me right now. Are you and Kate more than friends? I need to know so I don't think I have a chance with you." Julianas eyes were pleading. Sad. She wanted you two to work; she really liked you.

"We're not more than friends." You made sure to look her in the eyes when you said it. You didn't know if it was convince her, or to convince yourself. Maybe if you looked sincere and she believed it, then you would.

"But you want to be, right? Why else would you moan her name while i'm trying to fuck you?" Juliana wasn't mad, she just wanted to know why. Why did you go through with this, sleeping with her, knowing you wished she was someone else.

You couldn't answer her. You didn't know how. You looked down, grabbing your black tank top and sliding it over your head.

"I honestly have no idea, Jules." The name suddenly felt so foreign rolling off your tongue in this context. Juliana winced at the nickname. Suddenly feeling angry about it now.

"Don't call me that. Why did you say her name?" The next pieces of clothing to go on was your black biker shorts and underwear. Fixing your white tube socks, you searched for your shoes.

"I don't know." Was that all you could say to her? She surely deserved more than what you were giving, and you sure as hell weren't giving her anything.

"Stop saying I don't know and just say you like her. That's all I need to hear." Juliana's voice rose as you grabbed your ankle boot docs, sliding them on your feet.

"I don't like her, Jules—I mean, Juliana. I don't like her, okay?" Who were you kidding? Repeating the four words wasn't convincing anyone in the car.

"Jesus Christ, Y/n! Are you fucking kidding me!?" Now she was getting irritated. "You do! There...it's out in the open. Why didn't you just tell me before letting me think that I had a chance?" Her eyes went glassy, now turning pink.

"I don't know why I said it, okay? I think I do like her, and I know it's wrong for imagining her instead of you. You don't deserve that—"

"You're right. I don't." Juliana stepped out of the car, her never taking her clothes off, only aiming to please you, missing. She held the door open, so you could slide out. "Look, I'm not mad at you. I guess it's my fault for falling for you even after I saw how you looked at her."

Watching tears fall down her face, it brought tears to yours. You didn't mean to hurt her. You should've figure your shit out before starting anything. You should've figure out your feelings for Kate.

Thinking you could fill the void with a relationship and sex with another woman, without talking to someone about how you felt, was something only transactional on your end. You hurt someone's feelings because you couldn't figure out your own. How could you jump into a relationship with her?

"No, it's not your fault. I was so stupid for starting something with you—not that you're not great, because you are. But because I should've known what I was doing was wrong. It wasn't fair to you, I'm so sorry." You wiped a tear off her face, your frown deepening as you saw the hurt in her eyes grow.

"Give yourself some grace. I wouldn't know what it's like to fall inlove with someone i've been friends with for so long. It must be hard. But just—don't do this to someone else. Figure out your feelings first." Juliana turned and opened the passenger side door, you closing the backseat passenger door. She handed you your clip and your bag.

"Figure it out with Kate." She gave you a tight lipped smile, before waking around the front of her car and getting inside the drivers seat. You nodded your head, and decided you had to tell Kate.

Walking back to the apartment gave you plenty of time to think. You've been doing that so much lately, you don't know how to anymore. What happened to you?

You haven't recorded vlogs, get ready with me's, or any content for your channel in months. Opting for the vague communication with family and friends. The spiral of trying to get Kate out of your head, and trying to shove her back into the friend zone, was so consuming. You haven't even lived your life.

You needed to say it. You needed to tell someone. You needed to figure it out.

Walking inside, you set your bag and keys down on the counter. What the fuck were you going to say? How could you tell Kate that you and your girlfriend were hooking up, and the whole time you wished it was her.

Struggling to decide on who to tell, you settled for embarrassing yourself to a friend, who you knew would help you. Scrolling to find Jadas name in your contacts, you pressed her contact and listened to the phone ring.

"Hey, Jada!" You said when she answered the phone.

"Hey! What's up? You're coming to practice later, right?" Today was an off day. You usually only ever needed to be at like two practice a week.

"Today's an off day for me, and I would go as a spectator but that's why i'm calling." You swallowed the lump in your throat and sighed. This was gonna be so awkward to explain.

"Wait so you're telling me that...you're actually inlove with Kate...but you can't tell her that and because of that, you moaned her name while you were having sex with your girlfriend? Oh, that's bad, babe." You could see her face without having to see it. When you looked down at your phone, you were correct.

"I know, I know. It's super bad. I don't even know what's worse, the fact that I did that to Juliana, or the fact that she wasn't even mad about it." Recalling earliers incident, she didn't even overreact.

"Probably because she already knew. She just didn't want to see it until you did what you did. She just wanted to keep you while she had you. I get it. Happens to the best of us." Jada nodded her head and ate chips while she watched her show.

You guys ended up Facetiming halfway through the phone call so you could give proper recollection to the incident. Jada needed to see the facial expressions and everything to give her proper advice.

"Oh my god, Jada. Why do I have to feel this way for Kate?" You put your head in your hands and cried a little. You were emotionally overstimulated, the weight of your actions now weighing on you. You looked up, looking to the ceiling. Taking a deep breath, you looked down at Jada.

"Aw, you'll be okay, babe. I promise. We are all human, we all make mistakes. Don't beat yourself up about it, just learn from it. As far as telling Kate goes, I wouldn't tell her unless you were one hundred percent sure that what you're feeling is real. And when you're ready, sit her down, don't ambush her, but sit her down and talk about it."

"What if she thinks I'm literally crazy and so weird and she kicks me out?" You started to spiral.

"Hey, that's not gonna happen. She's a very understanding person and you know that. You've lived with her all these years for godsakes." Jada slapped her hand down on her bed, flipping her bowl of chips. "Oh my god!" She screamed. You laughed at loud, watching some fly across the screen.

The front door opened, a sluggish Kate walked through the door. She had been very tired recently; basketball and finishing school were growing to be very exhausting. She watched you laugh so hard that tears were falling down your face. A scream laugh, that grew quiet, a loud gasp following which she recognized as Jada's laugh through the phone speaker. She walked over and sat down on the couch next to you, resting her head on your shoulder to say hi to her other best friend. "Hi, Jada!" She smiled big into the camera, her sleepy and drowsy mood suddenly vanishing.

You put your hand on Kate's cheek, patting it softly. You looked at Jada through the screen. Your eyes stare into hers. She nodded softly, covering it with leaning down to grab the fallen chips. You knew she was right. Kate wouldn't give you a hard time but you couldn't help but panic.

You three stayed on the phone for a little while before Jada hung up so she could leave for practice. You placed the phone in Kate's room while you sat on her bed, so she could still talk to you both while they both got ready.

Kate was on her way out the door when you stopped her, hand on her arm, "Hey, can I talk to you when you get home? It's kinda important." You were so scared to tell her. But you had to rip the bandaid off right?

"Yeah, of course. I'll see you when I get home. I love you." She closed the door behind her. You stood there for a moment, staring at the door. You had three hours to prepare yourself for tonight. How the fuck were you going to tell her?

You drove yourself insane for the last 3 hours that you were alone in the house. You cleaned the kitchen, the living room, your room, mopped the kitchen, and vacuumed every surface that could be vaccummed in the house. You took a shower, and almost changed your pajamas twice.

You finally sat on the couch, watching whatever was on, literally fucking panicking. Kate had walked through the door thirty minutes ago, cleaning herself up.

"Okay, so what did you need to tell me? You okay?" She sat on the couch next to you, smiling softly to herself when she saw you were wearing one of her old hoodies. She hasn't seen in it in so long.

"What?" You looked at her, noticing smile on her face. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Just haven't seen that sweater of mine in a long time." She adjusted how she was sitting.

"Oh, I forgot I stole this from you a long time ago." You looked to her, instantly regretting it. She was manspreading and she looked so good. You could not look at her when you told her this.

"Okay, anyways. Back to what I needed to tell you. So, Juliana and I broke up." You paused. Her face pulled into a frown.

"Aw i'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Kate reached her arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer. You didn't fight it. Choosing to lean into her touch. You closed your eyes, gathering the sheer will to be able to tell her what the hell happened.

"I'm okay, Kate. I promise. But we broke up because we were hooking up in her car, and I know you said not to give you details, but it’s relevant because I moaned your name. While she was trying to fuck me.” You finally got it out, but it wasn’t helping that Kate’s face didn’t express any telling emotions.

You lifted your head from her shoulder, wincing slightly when she immediately moved a small distance on the couch. You needed her to say something but you’d get it if she didn’t. You couldn’t begin to understand the digestion of something like this.

“Oh, wow. That’s crazy.” Kate stared blankly at her slippers that she had been wearing. She was tugging on the strings of her hoodie.

“Yeah…” You were kinda let down at the reaction she had. You were expecting an immediate blow up at what you had just announced. Or some type of general reaction.

She wasn’t saying anything. You could see the gears turning in her pretty head, but nothing was coming out of her mouth. It made you more nervous than before you even told her. “Is that it? Kate?” You watched her blue eyes meet yours.

The shade of blue so pretty, and so relaxing. “What does that mean? Why?”

“Because I love you, Kate.” The sincerity in your voice hitting her like a truck. There’s no way you were finally saying these words to her. You finally said them but at the worst possible time.

“I love you, too.” She replied in the quickness. Almost instantaneous as you said them. She loved you, possibly with every bone in her body.

“No, like, romantically. Not platonically.” You clarified to make sure you heard her correctly. She sighed before speaking.

“I know, that’s why I said it back. But you know we can’t do anything about it, right?” That’s when it hit you. She wasn’t mad, she was just playing it smart. You nodded your head shortly, looking down at your hands.

“Okay, what does that mean for us, though. How exactly are we going to live together knowing there’s something here, and not do anything about it.” You thought about it, and it made sense. The final four tournament already coming. This year was crazy and passing by so fast.

They won the Big Ten tourney almost a month ago. The stress of the biggest tournament this season was coming up and a relationship, the additional stress and possible blow up of a relationship, was hard. Cultivating a new relationship at this time was stress Kate didn’t need. You couldn’t do that to her.

Kate prided herself on being level headed. That’s how she led her team so good, on and off the court. Her ability to take accountability and responsibility was unmatched, so she couldn’t understand why coming up with this resolution was so hard.

She knew it was wrong to start something she wanted to put her all in, at this moment, because she wanted to put her all into basketball. It was more important to her at this moment in time. She knew you’d understand.

“Tell me this again in a couple months, yeah?” Kate said, a small smile on her face. Trying to lighten the mood, she held her hand out.

You looked at her and then at her hand. You shook it. It was quiet for a beat, “And about the living situation, we just do it how we’ve been doing it all these years. Day by day.” Her hand that still remained in yours, pulled your body closer to hers.

This wasn’t the way you wanted to tell Kate that you were inlove with her, that you accidentally almost got off to the idea of her when your girlfriend was indeed not her, or the fact that you couldn’t start a relationship right away. But laying here, against her side, while you sat and watched whatever was on the tv to distract from the overwhelming expression of emotions was okay for now.

You knew you just needed to give it time. You two would come together. For now, you’d just have to wait. So you both sat there, counting down the days until you knew you could be together.

It was already the most insanely slow countdown of your lives.

[itsjustrosee]

HIII I'VE BEEN SO INLOVE WITH YOUR WRITINGS SO FAR 🙏

since your request is open I'm hoping you can write this for me (I cannot express my thoughts to a full on fan fiction to save my life💀)

Request: so like reader is a runner. Minho and reader were running away from a griever like frantically trying to lose it then Minho suddenly pulled reader to a small crack on the wall so they would lose the griever. The griever was just around the area trying to find the two that's why both of the runners were just there in the crack, close together, litterly body to body😼 and you know some friction started to happen 🔥but of course they just can't do the thing😣 in the maze💀 so like after the griever was gone they both ran to the Glade and ykykyk they continued what they started🤡

If you don't get it basically smut☹️

Hehee thank youu in advance😘😘😘!!!

literally love this concept, and I will gladly accept ur request <3

SMALL SPACES (Minho x fem!reader)

Summary: look above for summary ^ (I made this enemies to lovers btw I'm sorry I couldn't help myself)

Warnings: Cursing, spice, smut (I don't really use the glade language in this one)

Word count: 4.6K (proofread, but there still might be some mistakes)

Today was like any normal day for you. You woke up at the ass crack of dawn, sloppily put on your clothes, and excited your hut. You walked across the glade, taking in the rather peaceful atmosphere while you looked up to see the sun peeking over the maze walls.

"God, mornings really aren't your thing, huh? You look like shit." Minho chuckled as you approached him while he stood waiting for the maze doors to open. He wore his signature blue shirt, which was paired with his infamous runners' vest.

Minho stood there with that shit-eating grin on his face as you stood next to him, rubbing your eyes and stretching as you let out a groan.

Since coming to the glade as a girl, all the boys have been nice to you and dare you say, rather respectful. All of them except for Minho. You never knew what you had done that warranted Minho's hatred for you, but it didn't matter because the feeling was reciprocated.

You really only needed to deal with Minho's attitude or rude comments when you both were running the maze together, which, unfortunately, was quite often. You came to the conclusion pretty early on that the worst part of being a runner wasn't the concept of getting trapped in the maze or being eaten alive with a griever, it was dealing with Minho's bitch ass.

"Not even a good morning. Starting the day off strong I see." You sigh, glaring at Minho while he checks the time. The doors should be opening soon and you wished that Ben and the other runners hadn't gotten totally hung over from the bonfire last night, resulting in them being in the medhut this morning with some really strong headaches. And it was because of that that only you and Minho would be running the maze together today.

"You know me," Minho replies while giving you a wink. You scoff at him, reminiscing about how you'd much rather be where you were ten minutes ago, sleeping in bed. "You know which parts of the maze we're running today right?" Minho asked, changing the subject.

"Yup, the outskirts of section six." You say as you roll your eyes, not bothering to mask the attitude in your voice. You put your hands on your hips, facing the maze while tapping your foot on the ground impatiently. You were ready for the maze doors to open so you could stop having to talk to Minho.

You knew yourself and you knew you wouldn't be able to stand talking to Minho much longer without giving in to the strong urge you had to maul him. But maybe then you'd finally be able to ruin his perfect hair.

I mean, how dare he have the nerve to wake up this early in the morning and look so put together. It wasn't fair.

"Well, someone's more grumpy than usual," Minho says, noticing the slight scowl you have on your face.

"I'm not grumpy." You reply while continuing to stare at the maze doors.

"Right," Minho says sarcastically before continuing, "You're going to get wrinkles if you keep making that face. Just letting you know." Minho explains as he lifts up his hand and brings it towards your face. He's about to tuck a fallen piece of your hair back behind your ear and you feel a faint blush beginning to spread on your cheeks. For a second, you're tempted to let him, but that's until you come back to your senses, slapping his hand away as you do so.

"You just love pissing me off, don't you Minho?" you snap at him as you turn to face him.

"I'd say I love seeing your reaction to me pissing you off much more," Minho replies with a smirk as he stands confidently, bringing his hands up to his chest and latching his fingers onto the snug space between his runners' vest and his shirt.

"What, seeing me get mad?"

"No," Minho says while taking a step towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, his face now mere inches away from yours. "Seeing when I get you flustered." Minho finishes as he towers over you.

You look at him, shocked, and quite frankly, very bewildered.

Was he right? Yes, he definitely was, but you'd rather get stung by a griever than openly admit to that.

Nonetheless, it's safe to say his comment was exactly helping to calm the heat you felt on your cheeks from before now spreading like wildfire across your face.

You opened your mouth to say something in reply which would've been some sort of string of insults at Minho, but before you could, you both turned your attention to the maze doors which began to open. The stone screeched as whatever mechanism was built into the maze pulled the doors apart, revealing the maze and its seemingly infinite number of twists and turns.

As the doors came to a halt, a cold gust of air that the maze emitted whenever the doors opened or right before they closed, hit you and Minho. No matter how many times you felt it, it never failed to give you goosebumps all along your spine. The feeling of the wind on your skin made you remember the fact Minho's hand was gripped firmly around your wrist. And for some reason, instead of deciding to pull your wrist free right away, you decided to let him keep his hand there.

You exhaled a long and deep breath, one that you didn't even know you were holding in. You decided not to say anything else about what Minho had just said for the sake of being scared of where the conversation might lead.

So without warning, you jogged into the maze, pulling your wrist away and leaving Minho behind you.

"Hey wait up. Where do you think you're going?" Minho asked breaking into a sprint to catch up with you as you made sharp turns around corners of the maze.

"Where do you think?" You counter with an irritated voice.

"You know how to get to section six?" Minho questioned again, jogging up next to you.

You rolled your eyes but remained quiet. Speaking to Minho right now was taking up too much of your energy. All you wanted to do was stay quiet and focus on actually doing your job.

"Oh, so you're ignoring me now?"

Silence

"Fine. If that's what you want. No more talking." Minho said with an exasperated sigh.

And that's how the majority of the day continued. You and Minho mapped any remaining parts of the sixth section, though there wasn't really anything new to jot down, and stayed silent.

Even while you and Minho sat and ate lunch, neither of you spoke. You were determined to not be the one to break the silence and to be quite honest, you appreciated the quiet. But part of you missed the banter that you and Minho would get into. It helped you cope with the fact that almost the entire maze was mapped but there still didn't seem like a way out. And all in all, to you, your bickering and arguing could actually be quite fun at times, and it distracted you from having an existential crisis.

As hours began passing, you and Minho drew your searches for new areas of the maze to a close and began heading back towards the glade. You were beginning your trip back far earlier than normal, considering you were far out in the maze and not very close to the glade. If anything, it would be better to get out of the maze early than have the doors close before you could get back in the glade.

You jogged through the seemingly endless turns of the maze. Both you and Minho had gotten tired from today's work. You felt your legs burn and your energy dwindled with each stride you took toward the maze's doors.

You both couldn't have been too far from the glade when you heard it. Maybe you were ten or so turns until you reached the door, standing in a path that branched out in three different directions. One path was to your left, one to your right, and one straight ahead of you. You and Minho planned on taking the one straight in front of you to get back to the glade. However, you stopped dead in your tracks after hearing that sound, one in which you knew all too well.

The blood-curdling screech pierced the air, echoing along the walls as you and Minho just stood there. The worst part wasn't hearing the griever, but more the fact that it was far closer to you than you had anticipated.

You looked at Minho for some sort of reassurance. You wanted to convince yourself that maybe you were just hearing things, maybe you were actually just going crazy. Unfortunately, Minho's expression stayed stoic but you could see the fear in his eyes which honestly scared you more. Minho had been a runner for a while, much longer than you, so to see his carefree attitude change to something more wary and serious was new for you.

After standing in that spot for a couple moments, unable to move any part of your body, all of your worst fears were confirmed as you saw a griever turn a corner and run down the long passage of the maze that was in front of you.

Your breath hiched and for a split second, all you could do was stare. Stare at this disgusting, gruesome, and fucking terrifying creature. It was as if someone picked up a monster from your nightmares, something only your imagination would be able to conjure up, and placed it right in front of you. Something as horrifying as whatever the fuck that creature was, shouldn't have ever existed. But it did. And it was headed straight towards you.

Unlike you, Minho reacted quicker upon seeing the griever. "Come on. We need to go. Now!" Minho yelled, grabbing your wrist as he sprinted down the corridor to your right. Seeing the griever was all you needed to regain all the energy you had lost from running all day, and you quickly followed suit after Minho.

You ran as if your life depended on it, and in this case, it did. Literally.

Minho held onto your wrist tightly as he led you through the maze, the griever was hot on your tail and you both knew you wouldn't be able to outrun it for much longer.

Minho led you both into a different passage and ran down it frantically. Suddenly he pulled you into what could've been considered as a crack in the wall.

Most of the passageways in the maze ranged in various different widths. Some corridors were larger or smaller than others, but the one he had pulled you into had been smaller than you could've ever imagined. It would've been easier if you had gone in side-by-side, but at this point, that was a bit of an afterthought. Minho placed you in front of him as you both squeezed into the passage, desperate to escape the griever.

Your backs were up against opposing walls of the crevice, causing your chests to be pressed against one anothers. His hands were now placed firmly on your hips, pushing you into him as he attempted to eliminate more space around you in order to shuffle both of you further into the slit in the wall.

To be fair, you had to give Minho some credit because the griever wasn't able to reach either of you and trust me, it tried. Even as it left, both you and Minho knew it would still remain in the area, waiting for them to leave, so they would just have to wait it out.

You waited there for at least an hour already and the only issue was, of course, the lack of space. You had your hands on Minho's chest while his were gripped tightly around your waist, all while you did your best to keep your face away from his.

You would be lying if you said the tension in the air wasn't palpable.

Heat radiated off of Minho's body and beads of sweat laced your forehead. You didn't know how you could last another minute, let alone possibly another hour with your body pressed against his like this.

"It's only going to get more awkward if you don't say anything," Minho said while sighing, finally breaking the silence that had filled the air for some time. For the first time since you both got into this mess, you looked at him.

He looked just as tense as you did and you felt something in the atmosphere between the two of you shift. There was more of a longingness in the air, almost as if there was some sort of unspoken tension between the both of you.

"I don't get you Minho." You said as Minho gave you a confused look and you weren't quite too sure what you were going with it either, but you continued nonetheless, "It's like one day you hate me, then the next you're flirting with me. Seriously, is it just to tease me? Do you just like getting any sort of reaction out of me?" You said as the words just began to spill out of your mouth.

"I don't hate you," Minho replied, clenching his jaw. It almost seemed as if there was more he wanted to say but there was something that had stopped him from saying it.

"Then what is it Minho? What's your problem?" You asked with anger in your voice which was mixed for some reason with a twinge of sadness.

"The problem is that I like you (Y/N). I like everything about you." The look in his eyes matched the sadness you felt as he continued, "I've liked you for the longest time. I never said anything about it because I'm basically your boss and I didn't want to make things weird. I know that doesn't excuse me for being a dick but-" He paused, "I'm sorry. I mean it, I really am."

You looked at him, stunned once more by his words. Like a dam, all of the feelings you've had towards Minho flowed out at once. You had always vowed that you never liked Minho, not even as a person, but you knew that was far from the truth. Minho was the only boy in the glade that you had ever felt attracted to and it was safe to say the both of you had been denying that feeling for the longest time.

"Please, say something," Minho pleaded with you, looking down into your bright (E/C) eyes.

You wanted to say something. Really you did. But you just couldn't find the right words to say, so you didn't say anything at all. Instead, you kissed him. I mean, actions speak louder than words anyways, right?

You closed the small gap your face had with Minhos as you crashed your lips into his. Minho quickly got over his shock and reciprocated the kiss. In all truth, kissing Minho felt exactly as you dreamed it would. He was gentle yet passionate with you and if one thing was sure, he definitely took his time with you, savoring every part of your mouth as you allowed his tongue to enter it.

Minho drew away from you for a moment, "So I'm guessing you don't hate me anymore?" He asked, his lips already swollen from kissing you.

"We'll see about that." You answered with a cheeky grin on your face as he kissed you once more.

You melted into his touch even further than before, snaking your hands around his neck while he pulled you closer to him. As the kiss continued, it became more desperate and hungry, and neither of you could hold yourself back from each other.

At that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the fact that a griever was trying to kill you, or even that you were stuck in a giant maze. The only thing that mattered to you right now was Minho.

Minho drew away, biting your bottom lip as he continued to kiss you down your jaw and Neck, making you pull your head back slightly and moan. You felt Minho get hard under you, and it wasn't helping that the bulge from his jeans was positioned right by your throbbing core.

Though you could've stayed there, letting Minho kiss you all over, your mind reminded you of where you actually were. Part of you wanted to say fuck it, I'll take Minho right here and right now, but the more logical part of your brain knew you needed to get out of the maze now before the doors closed. And by now, the griever should've been long gone.

"Minho," you said breathlessly as he looked back at you after leaving marks all over your neck and collarbone. "We need to get back to the glade." You finish. You could see the look in his eyes and clearly, he had the same moral dilemma as you did a moment ago.

"Right- yeah, you're right let's go," Minho replied as you both did your best to squeeze out of the tiny crevice you had both wriggled yourselves into. Minho checked for the griever and thankfully it was nowhere to be seen.

Minho interlocked his fingers with yours as you ran through the maze, navigating its bends and corners. His grip was firm and protective and he was extra alert, checking behind and in front of you every so often.

Eventually, you both found yourself back in the glade with barely any time to spare. You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped onto the bright green grass, putting your head down and letting go of Minhos hand as you placed your hands on your knees while you panted.

The doors let out that familiar gust of wind and began to move once more, closing you into the glade for yet another night.

"What happened to you guys? We thought a griever got to you or something," Newt joked, walking up to you and Minho by the maze doors. You could tell a wave of relief passed over his face as he saw you both exit the maze and after he noticed that neither you nor Minho were injured.

You stood up straight again, putting your hands on your hips and giving Minho a look. You were about to tell Newt about the very close-to-death experience you and Minho just had, but before you could say anything, Minho spoke first, "Nope, we just spent too much time exploring. We made a lot of progress though." He lied.

You gave him a puzzled look. You both definitely did not make 'a lot of progress', not unless he defined 'a lot of progress' as rerunning areas of the maze you had already seen and mapped.

"We did?" You asked looking at Minho but he cut you off slightly as he continued.

"Yup, we did," Minho said grabbing your wrist and walking past Newt, "That's why we need to go to the maze room now," Minho concluded.

"Don't you guys want to eat something? Fry just made his stew, I'm sure you both are hungry by now," Newt asked, a little confused over Minho's urgency. For a while, Minho had started just grabbing a bite to eat before going to the maze room or bringing some food to the maze room as he mapped, but apparently, today was different.

"We're okay. Thanks though Newt." Minho said, still dragging you away as he waved goodbye to Newt who was left just standing there looking just as confused as you were.

After you both walked far enough away from Newt, Minho's grip on your wrist softened slightly, and soon you were both almost at the maze room.

"So are you going to tell me what that was about?" You questioned.

"Oh come on. Do you really think I'm going to let you get away with not finishing something you started?" Minho asked, pulling you into the maze room, closing the door, and sitting you down on the table in the center of the room. He stood in between your legs as he placed both of his hands on your hips, leaning his face into yours, leaving barely any room between your lips.

You chuckle slightly while looking at him, "A little eager aren't we?" You ask him while you place one of your hands on his nape and the other on his cheek.

"How could I not be? I've waited far too long for this," Minho counters, one of his hands traveling up your side as the other stayed on your hip.

You thought the tension was heavy in the maze, but now it had grown ten times greater in here.

A deep sense of longing and desperation filled the air as you looked at Minho again, meeting his eyes as you spoke, "You're not the only one who's been waiting."

And with that, Minho's lips found yours. You clung to him as you wrapped both of your hands around his neck. Minho reciprocated as he wrapped one of his arms around your back, bringing you even closer to him, while his other hand allowed itself to travel under the back of your shirt and up your spine. The feeling of his hand lingering up and down your spine sent shockwaves through your entire body.

Minho began kissing you hungrily and passionately, and being the sexually deprived teenager he was, he already grew hard again. You felt the bulge from his jeans press against your heat and you soon began to long for more of him.

You and Minho were quick to take your hands off of each other for a moment to take off your runners' harnesses. Your shirts were on the ground soon after, and you couldn't help but stare at Minho's figure as he stood in front of you.

God, this man was the definition of hot.

The way the muscles on his bicep flexed as he took off his shirt was quite possibly the most attractive thing you've ever seen. Not to mention that each and every one of his muscles was toned and defined.

Minho noticed your eyes linger on him, "Someone's staring." Minho stated as he lifted your chin up with his fingers, fiddling with the zipper of his jeans with his free hand while he did so.

"Can you blame me?" You ask, taking off your shorts and letting them fall on the ground, "You're hot Minho. I can't help but stare." You say as you begin to sit up straight. You tilted your head and placed your arms around his neck once more, staring up at him with a puppy dog-eyed expression.

Minho, who clearly isn't used to receiving praise for his looks, is floored. It's safe to say the compliment went straight to his dick because you could feel him grow even harder under you. You chuckle as you kiss Minho once more and this time, he melts into your touch completely.

Minho moves one of his hands to your back, the other moving up your thigh until it reaches your soaked panties. He moves them to the side so that he has access to your pussy and he places two of his fingers between your folds, rubbing you up and down.

A moan escapes from between your lips as you throw your head back, relying on the arms you have wrapped around Minho's neck and the hand he has on your back for support.

"So wet for me already," Minho chuckles to himself as he continues rubbing circles into your clit. Suddenly, he pushes one of his fingers into you, causing your body to jolt in pleasure and surprise.

He adds in his other finger and begins pumping them in and out of you, agonizingly slow. As if a reflex, you roll your hips against his hand and moan his name. You fail to suppress your soft whimpers as he picks up the pace, making you drown in pleasure.

"Minho please, I want you." You breathe out, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Want me to do what baby?" Minho asks as you bring your head back up to look at him.

"I want you inside me." You confess. "Please," you whimper, on the verge of begging him.

Minho kisses you softly as he takes his fingers out of you and you use your elbows to prop yourself up. Minho pulled his boxers down so they pooled at his ankles and his cock sprang out, hitting his stomach as he did so. His cock was long and hard as beads of precum dripped down from his tip. Fuck he was massive.

Minho lined himself up with your entrance and with one swift push, he entered you fully. You gasped as you sunk into him further. Your walls stretched around his girth and the quick pain you felt as he made his way inside you was quickly replaced by pleasure.

"Fuck- you're so big," You moaned out, as Minho began his thrusts.

He groaned as he began moving in and out of you. The pleasure both of you felt was unmatched as Minho gripped your hips, using them to help guide his movements.

"God you feel so good," Minho panted as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Minho kisses you again, messily and sloppily as he continues with his movements, but neither of you can focus on kissing the other, not when he is pumping in and out of you. You couldn't help but savor what it felt like with him inside you. The way he filled you up made you feel like you were on cloud 9.

Minho kept mumbling out words of praise while he moved in and out of you and he could tell by the way your walls began to squeeze around him, that you were close. And you could tell that he was close by the way that his thrusts began growing more sloppy and desperate. But maybe it was him removing one of his hands from your hip to apply more pressure to your clit as he rubbed circles into it, that pushed you over the edge.

"Minho I'm going t-" You began to say as your voice broke but you couldn't finish your sentence before letting out a loud moan. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you all at once and you threw your head back in pleasure.

Minho groaned as he pushed into you with one final thrust, filling you up completely. It took a moment with the both of you panting before he pulled out.

You sat up straight as Minho brought his head towards your ear, "You did so well, you know that, right, baby?" Minho whispered before meeting your eyes. You gave him a smile and he gave you a soft kiss. "Want to grab some food and then cuddle in my hut for the night?" Minho asked as he pulled away, picking up his scatted clothes and putting them back on.

"Mhm," You replied with a smile. Today was quite an eventful day and to be honest you were exhausted and Minho picked up on it.

"Are you tired?" Minho questioned as he grabbed your remaining clothing and put it back on you while you yawned.

"Just a bit," You replied with a chuckle as you hopped down from the table.

"We can go to be early tonight then," Minho said while wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you outside the maze room. You pecked him on the cheek as you both walked off.

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Bonus

"Hey Minho I know it's your day off but I can't find (Y/N) anywhere. I checked her hut and then thought maybe you'd know wher-" Newt paused as he barged into Minho's hut to see Minho now sitting straight up in his bed. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to your neck?" Newt asked, referring to the very obvious hickies you had ended up leaving Minho.

Minho was struggling for a response as you emerged from under the sheets in Minhos t-shirt, rubbing your eyes and looking over at Newt.

Newt looked at you both, bewildered and flustered as the dots finally connected in his brain. "You know what- Never mind. I'll leave you guys to it. Didn't mean to interrupt." Newt replied quickly, slamming the door on his way out of the hut.

You huffed and rolled back on your side in hopes of getting a bit more sleep. Minho gladly wrapped his arms around you and joined you.

Ok, this might be my favorite fic I've written so far. I'm really happy with how it turned out and I hope you guys like it too!!

Also, thank you guys again for all of the overwhelming support I've been getting. And thank you guys for 30 followers!!!!!!!!! I can't thank you guys enough for how kind you've all been, but seriously you're all so amazing and so sweet.

[smplykiel]

“You made me think I actually mattered.” fem! reader x albedo | part two.

warnings: angst, arguments, hurt/no comfort, crying, heartbreak, mentions of major character death, albedo is a big fat jerk (love him tho, just not here LMAO)

Days, weeks, hell, even months have passed since the last time you spent a passionate moment with your lover, Albedo. The more you tried to comprehend, the more you convinced yourself that he was just too busy with his duties, the more you couldn't.

Was it really that difficult for him to spare you one moment of his time? Did you really stop being important to him? or has he entirely forgotten about you? Surely not, right?

Numerous days and nights were spent alone and unhappy. By the time your so-called lover got home, you'd be exhausted and soundly sleeping in your shared bedroom. When you wake up, you're greeted by his side of the bed, all empty and cold.

it was as if he didn't exist anymore— or perhaps you didn't exist to him anymore?

A soft sigh resonated through the cold room. You sat up immediately, silently cursing yourself as your head spun from the unexpected action. You get out of the shared bed after your spinning head has settled down, slightly wincing as your feet come into contact with the cold floor. You paid it no mind and walked mindlessly to the bathroom. Your mind had become tired after running millions of miles and was now completely empty, with no thoughts.

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren't stupid; you know how much you've neglected yourself. exactly like he's neglecting you. Another exhausted sigh left your lips as you swiftly got ready, but for what? You had no idea.

You were completely clean and washed as you exited the bathroom. Hopefully presentable for the rest of the world. Maybe you should pay Albedo a visit. But just thinking of dragonspine's freezing chilly atmosphere sent shivers down your spine.

You mentally shook the thought and prepared to leave, not bothering to eat anything to fill your empty stomach. It's all right, you're used to it.

You hurriedly put on your shoes, double-checked your belongings and keys, and officially exited as you twisted the knob of your shared home's door shut.

You couldn't help but be excited for some reason. What are you excited about? Maybe for Albedo? You just hoped by the time you made it to his lab, he would give you a single ounce of attention— affection.

You wasted no time in heading towards the chilly mountain. The cold breeze caused goosebumps to creep all over your porcelain skin. Every breath you breathed became visible before fading into thin air.

You arrived at your lover's lab after an exhausting journey. You hurried up your feet, choosing to run despite the slippery floor and the cold air that made it difficult to breathe.

And finally, you made it to your lover. Though your big warm smile was quickly wiped off your face as he didn't even bother to acknowledge you, eyes focused on whatever he was doing. It's okay, maybe he just didn't notice.

"H...hey! albedo, my love!" You said in between your gasps of air. A pang in your chest; you don't know whether it was because your lover ignored you or the icy cold air that crept into your lungs.

A sliver of hope ran through your shivering body as you saw him whip his head towards you. "Oh, y/n, what are you doing here?" he said with a raised brow. Yet not long after, his head was turned back to whatever he was doing. You frown at this. Sure, he had spared you a single glance, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

"Oh... well, I just wanted to see you... That's it..." you responded, voice slowly becoming smaller with each word you let out. Your orbs were now staring holes into the snowy ground.

You nervously shifted your eyes from the ground towards your lover as you were met with silence. Did he not hear you? Maybe you shouldn't have visited after all. Maybe you should've known that it would end up like this once again.

"Um, I wanted to see you-" You tried explaining yourself again, only to get cut off by his slightly irritated voice. "I heard you. No need to repeat yourself over and over again." You could feel yourself taken aback at his sudden change of tone. The small crunch of snow underneath you was heard as you unconsciously stepped back.

"Sorry," you whispered. Why were you apologizing? You did nothing wrong; you never did. So why did you feel like this? A deafening silence engulfed the icy atmosphere as Albedo continued to focus on his work.

You wanted to see him, right? Was that it? Were you expecting more? Did you want to do more? Of course you did.

You lightly took a deep breath before you started walking towards him. Your ears, hands, and cheeks were bright red because of the chilly breeze, as you wore only one layer of clothing. How did you even manage to get up here without freezing to death?

"What... are you doing?" Hopefully you weren't disturbing him as you took a peek at whatever he was doing right now. Why was it that it was much more important than you? to the point that all of his attention was all over it?

"Work." His response was blunt but vague. It made you frown at yourself. You took a small step closer, a mere inch away from each other, as you tried to understand what his 'work' is.

"Look, you're disturbing my experiment right now. It's much better if you go back down the mountain and return home, he said, eyes still on his... 'work'. A feeling of hurt crept up into your stomach. Your brows now knitted together as you shifted your gaze towards your lover.

After all the energy you spent climbing up the cold, snowy mountain, he has the audacity to say this? Did he ever care about you? Hell, you were trembling because of the cold breeze, yet this is what fills his mind? his experiment?

"Oh." You didn't know how you should feel or what you were feeling at all. Her soft orbs were now covered with a faint glaze as she furrowed her brows in frustration. "Do you even care?" Your own words shocked you as you pressed your freezing fingertips against your lips. You fucked up.

Tears were starting to prick the corners of your eyes as you looked at Albedo nervously. You didn't mean to say that out loud. You just felt frustrated and unloved. Albedo turned his face towards you, seeming unfazed as he raised his brow.

"What?" he asked as he shifted his attention to you. Your body was freezing and trembling, whether it be because of the cold wind or nervousness; you couldn't care less. Your mind was running millions of miles.

But you knew very well that this had to be said. You were getting tired of him constantly neglecting you and constantly excusing himself by saying that he was just too busy with work. You didn't even know how you managed to keep up with him every night, greeting him at the door only to be met with silence as he walks past you, or when he would return late at night, or when he didn't return home at all.

You could feel yourself take a deep breath before you tried to calm your thoughts. "Albedo, can we... talk?" You hoped that he took it as a sign that something was wrong. that everything was wrong.

"If it's another one of your stupid rants about me always not having time for you, then no, we can't." he sighed in annoyance before turning back to his work.

You were getting tired of this. You couldn't hold on to what you'd been feeling anymore. Everything you've been bottling up is slowly starting to surface again.

"Do you even care about me anymore? These past few months felt like a living hell as you continued to neglect me every. single. day! I know. I know that you're busy. Busy with work. With everything! But can't you just at least spare me a single moment of your time? Is it that hard? Or am I just a big waste of your time?!"

Your sudden outburst shocked Albedo, who was not expecting you to suddenly raise your voice. "Y/N, calm down. Geez. I already told you many, many times that I have to finish my work. It's my duty! Do I have to repeat it every single time to you?" he scoffed as he shook his head.

"I know that! I know that very well! That you're busy with work because you're the chief alchemist of the Favonius! But I'm getting tired! Are we even lovers at this point?! Even when you're next to me, it feels like you're miles away." The argument was quickly getting heated, despite the freezing wind.

Our loud voices echoed throughout the snowy mountains, hopefully not catching the attention of wandering monsters. but that is the least of your problems right now.

Your cheeks burned red from anger as your face was contorted into a furious expression. You just wanted everything to turn back to normal, to what it used to be. when you were still spending time smothering each other with love.

"You know what, Y/n? If you're going to be this clingy and annoying, then it's better if we just end it. It was getting tiring anyway." The tears that you were trying so hard to fight back quickly streamed down your face as Albedo spat hurtful words at your face.

"You made me think I actually mattered." All of a sudden, the breeze felt as cold as ever. And the air felt heavy and tense. It made it hard to breathe as your chest heaved up and down rapidly.

That's it? It's all over? Just like that?

"Well, you don't. Not anymore. So goodbye. Please leave my lab and never return." It was as if your heart was slowly shattering at every word he spoke out. Bitter tears are flowing down your now tear-stained cheek continuously.

You let out a shaky breath before taking small steps back, hoping that we would take back his words. That he would say he was joking and that he was sorry. But he didn't.

You called yourself pathetic. You were the one who was being mistreated, and now that you're free, you're supposed to be happy. Yet you weren't. It just made you feel much more miserable. His words echoed through your head repeatedly. As if it was haunting you.

You grit your teeth before you turn away from your now-ex-lover. Your cold fingertips were wiping away your salty tears as you walked down the walk of shame. Your vision was slowly getting disoriented as tears continued to flow uncontrollably.

Suddenly, you could feel your feet step on nothing. You quickly shifted your focus onto your path before realizing you were on the broken bridge. You realized you'd fallen down because you weren't paying attention to where you were going.

You could feel yourself fall numerous feet down as tears stopped falling.

But it's okay, you didn't even matter anyway, right?

A/N: angst is my girl dinner! <3 anw this is my first one-shot so pls bear with me, i'm still new to all of this. hopefully, you guys enjoy it!

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[foxynez]

Is This Love?

Pairing: Recom!Quaritch x Recom!Fem Reader

Summary: Quaritch and you are just sleeping together...right?

Warnings: Possesive!Quaritch, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Soft Sex.

"I’m coming over tonight."

That was the order in Colonel Quaritch's eyes as he looked at you when the two of you stepped out of the helicopter. Not a question. An order. All you were to Miles Quaritch was a willing pussy who never said no.

And you didn’t protest. Cause you wanted it, wanted him. Quaritch had become your addiction.

You’d met him six months ago when you both woke up on Pandora as recoms. At first, he had questioned why you were there since you weren't a part of his old team. General Ardmore explained that she wanted a third party present, someone unbiased who didn't have the history with Jake Sully the way he and the others had.

Quaritch had huffed at that at first, and refused to say anything to you except orders. But something changed along the way, when he saw how skilled and capable you were in a fight. You were agile like a cat, slithering around your enemies like a snake. After a few weeks, you were all Quaritch could think about at night. How much he wanted to mate with you and make you his.

At first, you were certain Colonel Quaritch hated you. He barely even looked at you when he gave you orders. But then, after your first fight with a group of Na'vi, something changed. He was always nearby, stalking around you like a cat on heat, always giving you that deadly, charming smile of his. And you fell for it, fell for his damn charm and charisma and pompous personality. Before you knew it, he was taking you from behind in your chamber after a mission. He had followed you home, and you hadn't even questioned it. Just silently let him inside, and the moment the door closed, he was on you, crashing his lips against yours in a needy, desperate kiss.

*

"Fuck, Quaritch," you moaned as he snapped his hips, hitting that sweet spot deep inside that made you quiver. You were lying flat on your stomach, and Quaritch was fucking you from behind, pounding your pussy ferociously as he held your tail in a tight grip. You had pondered whether you should finally say, no thanks, see you around. But then your fucking pussy betrayed you when you saw his hard dick and thought about how damn good he was with it. Without a word, he had yanked you around, climbed on top of you, and slammed into you from behind, grunting with satisfaction as he bottomed out in your tight pussy.

His hand grabbed your braid and yanked your head back, holding both your tail and hair in a hard grip. You gasped and curled your fingers into the sheets as Quaritch took you with such force you were thrown straight into an overwhelming orgasm. Your vision blurred as pleasure consumed your body, and you screamed, clenching around his cock pounding your dripping pussy.

Quaritch pumped through your climax, chasing his own as he watched your orgasm shake your body violently. Soon, he felt his balls tightening and growled as he rammed your cunt with one last, deep thrust and emptied his sticky load inside you. He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. You laid there, feeling his weight on your body until you both had calmed down from your high.

A minute later, he was already dressed and ready to go.

"I don’t think I can do this anymore," you said, lying on top of the covers naked, watching as Quaritch sat at the foot of the bed, tying his shoes.

"What?" Quaritch looked at you and laughed. "Don’t be ridiculous."

"I’m serious. I want something more. I don’t want to be just…a fuck buddy."

"And I told ya from the start. I ain't looking for a relationship."

"Yeah, I know, but-"

"Look. We have a good setup here. We’re fucking great in bed together. No goddam feelings getting in the way. You really wanna give that up?"

Quaritch smiled, seeing the look on your face that told him everything he needed to know.

"Good. See ya in the morning," he said and left.

Sighing, you fell back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. Dammit, he really had you hooked. Yes, you wanted more, but you didn’t want to lose him either. Having a piece of him was better than having nothing at all.

*

"What the hell was that?!" Quaritch slammed the door shut behind him, his fists clenching and jaw gritting as he glared at you.

"What?" You looked at him, confused.

"The way you risked your life back there! For a fucking Na'vi kid?!"

You stared at Quaritch in disbelief.

"You really think I would let an innocent child be collateral damage in this so-called war against the Na'vi?"

Quaritch raised an eyebrow, his ears flicking back and forth. "So, what? Are you suddenly questioning what we're doing here?"

"I know exactly why we're here. We are invading their planet, Quaritch. THEIR planet. And you all didn't expect them to fight back? Tell me, Quaritch. If it were the other way around, we would do anything to protect Earth, wouldn't we?"

Quaritch glared at you and clenched his jaw, but didn't say anything.

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Quaritch sighed and rubbed his eyes. It was hopeless arguing with you. The two of you would never see this from the same point of view. But fuck it, if he was letting you have the final word.

You gasped in shock when you were suddenly swirled around and pushed against the wall by Quaritch's strong hands locking your arms above your head.

"You're mine, darlin', and I'm not going to lose ya because of some savages you feel obligated to save," he muttered.

You stared up into the fiery determination in his yellow eyes, feeling a heat rush from the pit of your stomach down to your sex. Fuck, why did he always have this effect on you?

"So what? Are you gonna stop me from doing my job? Keep me here, locked up and safe?" you snarled and glared up at him. It wasn't working though, when his tall and broad frame loomed over you. Damn, why did he have to be so large, making you feel so small and tiny and getting so fucking turned on by it?

"That's a good idea, darlin'," he smirked, and you rolled your eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

"You're hopeless, you know that?"

"I know," Quaritch replied with a smug grin and lifted you up around his waist. Gasping, you wrapped your arms around him and giggled as you looked into his eyes. Quaritch looked back at you with a soft gaze you'd never seen before, and your smile faded away as the tension in the air grew serious. Your gaze flickered between his eyes and lips as you lifted your hand and cupped his face. Dipping your head down, you pressed your lips to his, kissing him softly. Quaritch started walking back towards the bed, his lips never leaving yours as you quickly undressed each other and fell down on the bed with him on top of you.

Quaritch kissed his way down your body, took each nipple into his mouth, and sucked on them tenderly. You moaned with pleasure and smiled with delight as you arched your back and pushed your breasts closer to him. Quaritch smirked up at you before his lips kissed down your belly until he nestled his face between your thighs, tongue licking up and down your slick folds. You moaned and grabbed his head, bucking your hips against his face as his lips and tongue brought you to climax.

A growl of appreciation rumbled in Quaritch's throat as he tasted your arousal and felt how wet he made you. His dick was painfully hard, twitching with need to feel your tight pussy around him and fill you to the brim with his cum.

Fuck, he needed you now.

Pushing you over to your side, he laid down behind you and lifted your leg as he pushed inside you. You moaned as he stretched you out and filled you up, turned your head to him, and kissed him deeply as he started thrusting at a slow and gentle pace. The kiss and his thrusting grew more and more passionate, his grunts filling the room as he rutted his hips against your ass.

"Oh, Miles!" you gasped, and he growled in response, sliding an arm underneath your body while wrapping his other around you. He hugged your body tightly against his, snapping his hips against your ass, chasing his orgasm as he felt the ball of pleasured heat tighten his core.

Quaritch was deliciously rough and loving all at once, his roughness bringing you swiftly to orgasm as his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust. The two of you came simultaneously, your body trembling in his strong embrace as he held you tight against him, his hips bucking a final time as he emptied his seed deep inside your fluttering pussy.

"I love you," you mumbled through heavy breaths with closed eyes as you slowly came down from the high of pleasure.

Quaritch sighed and closed his eyes, inhaling your scent as he buried his nose into your neck.

"I love you too," he replied, finally tearing down the walls to his emotions and allowing himself to love.

[en-rev]

Picnic Days (Jake x 8th Fem!Member Reader)

Summary: It was time for a Layla visit! To surprise you, Jake brings you to hang out with his favorite girl (and vice versa ;)).

Slowly waking up to the annoying blare of the alarm clock you set up last night, you groaned and turned in a meek attempt of falling back asleep in hopes of staying hidden. Hearing a knock at the door you groan and turn to your side, pulling the blanket over yourself. In between your dream state and the brink of awakeness, you don’t notice the knock at your door over the alarm. Snuggling deeper into your plush blankets, already asleep again your door opens quietly. Unknown to you, Jake peeks in, having heard your alarm go off as he was getting ready for the day. Walking up to your phone, he turns off the alarm, remembering that you had to go record at the studio late in the morning. Pouting and rubbing his lips with his fingers, he wonders whether he should wake you up right now or later. His train of thought is quickly interrupted when you spring up from your lying position, suddenly sitting up with your hair a mess and in a panicked voice ask, “What time is it?!”. He shouts as he jumps back in fear, almost falling to his feet, “You scared me!” Furrowing your brows you don’t remember him entering the room but quickly dismiss his presence as you check the time on your phone. Sighing you pout and look up at Jake, “I’m too sleepy, I don't want to go to work today!” you whined as you turned to hug the plushies that resided on your bed (mostly given to you by the members over time). He shakes his head with a small smile, knowing that you probably went to sleep late. Sitting down on your bed he shakes you lightly, knowing that you had no choice but to get ready. “Hey how bout I meet you at the studio later, hm?” he questions, rubbing and scratching your back lightly. “I’ll even bring a surprise.” he whispers to you. Opening your eyes and looking at him for a moment, you sit up “Alright, you got me. Now go so I can get ready.” you state, heading to the bathroom attached to your room. He nodded, smiling as he bit his tongue while he left your room. 

 Having finished getting ready, you walked out of your room to the kitchen to prepare a light breakfast for yourself. The weather was chilly so you wore one of your favorite pairs of jeans with a cute long sleeve top and cardigan that pulled the look together. You still wore your slippers as you moved your way through the kitchen. Everyone else had the day off, but you were called in to record some backup vocals for one of the songs you guys were recently working on. Cutting up some fruit and grabbing other ingredients, you decided to make yourself a smoothie when Sunoo approached behind you. “What’re you making?” he asked, startling you since you were too focused to notice him before. Jumping slightly you chuckled as you replied, “Just a smoothie. Want some?” you asked, already pouring him some knowing his response. He grabbed the cup, thanking you before he praised you for the smoothie. “Where are you heading too? I thought you were just going to record and come back?” he questioned, noticing that you wore a bit more casual clothes than your usual recording outfits. You nodded, admiring his attentiveness, “Yeah but Jake said that he would have a surprise for me at the studio. He told me that when he woke me up but I didn't know anything about it so I got ready just in case we went somewhere.” you explained, pouring your smoothie in a to go cup. He hummed, nodding his head before turning to you as he ran a hand through his hair, “Well maybe not today then but sometime soon let's watch that drama I was telling you about. I heard it's really good, and we can have a stay in day.” he chirped. You nodded, “I'll try to stop by later and grab some snacks from the market then.” you smiled before heading to the door and putting on your shoes. “Bye” you told Sunoo as the two of you gave a quick hug to each other before you left. 

“Thank you everyone, thank you!” you exclaimed to the studio workers who helped you. Despite being tired, you genuinely loved what you did as well as the staff you worked with. After leaving the studio you were walking with your manager, “You should rest in here for a moment, I’ll go get you something to drink.” he spoke quickly before motioning for you to enter the dance practice room. Confused, you nodded, but why would he want you to rest here where you could only sit on the floor? Shrugging you took a couple of selcas, taking advantage of all the mirrors. Hearing one of the doors open you didn’t move, expecting it to be your manager back with the drinks and continued to take one last picture before you were shoved to the floor. Groaning you were shocked to find a large dog on top of you, sniffing you as their tail wagged happily. “Layla!” you heard as you began to smile and pat the dog on top of you. Seeing Jake approach, he lifts you up, pushing the dog aside lightly as he holds your head to make sure you are okay. “Did she hurt you?” he asks, wanting to make sure his precious dog didn't cause any damage to his team member. Shaking your head with a large smile you confirmed you were okay, “Oh my gosh Jake she’s so cute!” you told him as you held her head in your hands, massaging the spot behind her ears as she licked your forearms. “Surprise!” Jake laughs as he rubs Layla’s back, enjoying the fact that she seems to like you. Continuing to pet you, you giggle as she turns to present her stomach to you to rub her belly. Of course you comply, how could you not? “So this is what you were talking about earlier?” you ask, turning to Jake yet still paying attention to Layla.. “Yeah but I got other things planned too, are you down to hang out?” he questions, hoping you would agree. “Of course…. Anything for Layla.” you wink teasingly at him as he pretends he got shot in the heart, making the two of you laugh as Layla jumped on him. 

Walking near Han River, the three of you stopped at a small park. In a fairly large field of grass, Jake laid down a blanket for you both to relax on for a bit. He motions for you to lay down and you gladly do so, watching as he adjusts Layla’s leash to allow Layla to move around in the grass yet also lay with you if she wanted. With you laying on your back, Jake follows in suit right next to you, staring up at the clouds before pointing one out to you, “Yooo, that one looks like a cat.” he shows you by pointing up into the sky. “It does!! Look at that one over there!” you exclaim as you scoot a little closer to him so your shoulders are touching. “That one looks like a dinosaur! A t-rex because of the small arms.” you laugh while pointing up at it and tracing its shape. “I don’t know about that one, it looks like a blob.” he teases you, playfully pushing your shoulder with his. Layla however, decides that she wants to lay between the two of you, causing Jake to let out a fake gasp, “Layla!” You chuckle as she seemingly pushes Jake away to be close to you, “Awee Layla, no need to be jealous. I know you like me more than him” you spoke as you turned to your side to cuddle her. Glancing at Jake who just shakes his head as he turns on his side to face the both of you, “This was your plan all along huh, steal my dog from me?” he pouts playfully as he pets Layla who enjoys the attention from both of you. “Maybeee…” you teased before letting out a yawn, “I’m sleepy.” you admit to Jake as your eyes barely stay open. “Take a nap, we’re fine here.” he calms you as he reaches out to pat your head lightly. That was all you needed to hear before you fell asleep, cuddling Layla while Jake massaged your scalp before he too fell asleep. Layla laid between the two of you, noticing that you both were asleep and made sure to keep watch. 

You’re awakened about 50 minutes later by Layla who was wagging her tail as she ran around the blanket, probably having the zoomies. Sitting up you recorded her before calling her to you, “C’mere girl.” you called, patting the spot beside you. As she approached you started taking selfies with her, though she quickly started nuzzling with Jake. Watching her do so you got a good look of the two of them, chuckling lightly thinking about the saying where dogs look like their owners. Thinking it was true you began to take photos of the two of them, seeing as how they both were being the cutest right now. Jake began to wake slowly, feeling as though someone was watching him, but instantly relaxed when he saw you and Layla. “How long were we out?” he questions, turning to lay on his stomach as he props himself up on his elbows. “Only about an hour.” you reply before copying his movements. Grabbing your phone you noticed messages within the group chat directed towards the both of you. 

Heeseung: Are you coming back for lunch? We’re ordering food so let us know quickly if you’re coming. 

“Heeseing’s asking if we're going back for lunch. Do you want to go and meet them or we’ll eat on our own?” you asked him, showing the messages. “Let’s eat on our own, I don’t want to go back yet.” he admits before grabbing his own phone. “I’ll text them back, but let's take a picture.” he chirps, holding his phone up to pose with you as Layla smiles widely. Having a small photo shoot, he decides to send one where the two of you were kissing Layla’s head, you on her left and Jake on her right as he told them that the two of you would meet them later. “I have an idea.” you state, standing up while fixing your hair slightly. “I’ll be right back okay?” you tell him as you grab your small bag with your essential items. “Wait where are you going? You shouldn’t go by yourself, I’ll come.” he insists as he prepares to stand up before you crouch and gently hold him down, petting Layla’s head as you crouched down. “No, I want to surprise you with something. I’ll be back quickly, it's not far.” he pouts before grabbing his phone. “I’ll let you go only if you stay on a video call with me.” he attempts to compromise with you. “Fine… you big baby” you laugh as you run your hand through his hair quickly before getting up and heading out. Instantly he called you. 

As you walked to a toy shop, you made sure that he could only see your face on the screen. If he saw where you were at it would ruin the surprise you were trying to get him. “I can’t see you!” he comments when you briefly only show the ceiling of the shop you're in when you analyze a couple of lego sets. Shaking your head you laugh at him before making sure you were in the center of your camera, “What, you can’t go a second without seeing me?” you teased. “No, whenever I don’t see you my heart starts breaking peace by peace and I forget what love is.” he smirks at the camera as he both teases and flirts with you. This was a big part of his personality but whenever he did it he always made you blush. “Wow, you don’t know when to stop flirting do you?” you scolded playfully while raising a brow to the camera while he laughed at your reaction. “You know you love it.” he sang as you noticed Layla beginning to take up his screen. Hearing him talk to her you quickly grabbed a couple lego sets before heading to the cashier to pay. Setting your phone face down on the counter as you were checking out and paying for your items. “You really like lego sets?” the male cashier asked in a small attempt to chat as he bagged your items. “Yeah, they’re fun.” you smiled at him, hoping that Jake didn’t hear what you were buying. As he handed you the bag he raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, “Actually if you don’t mind can I have your number?” Shocked that someone was asking for your number, the two of you jumped when a loud “No! She can’t!” is heard from your phone, still face down on the counter. Blushing in embarrassment you grabbed your phone, “No, but thank you.” you give him a small smile as you hold on tightly to the bag and leave the shop. “Oh my gawsh- This is why you can’t be on your own. How else am I supposed to scare the guys off if I’m not there?” he scolds you with a light tone. “I’m capable on my own… besides seems like you handled it pretty well huh?” you laugh, not expecting him to have done that through the phone. 

Continuing your walk you decided that you might as well pick up some lunch for the two of you. You might as well have a picnic date. “I’ll pick up something to eat, is there anything you’re craving?” you asked, showing that you were surrounded by restaurants that offer take out. “Oh yeahhh!” he cheered lightly, smiling widely as he checked out what restaurants he could see through the camera. “Ramen sounds really good, but would you be able to bring them back?” You nodded ensuring that you were capable. “I’m going to put you in my pocket as I order, so behave alright?” you joke as you point a finger at him. He puts his hand up in the air and agrees, though making sure to listen to what is happening around you as he keeps throwing a ball for Layla. Ordering two bowls of ramen to go and steak skewers with a couple of side dishes, you head back towards the park before stopping at a convenience store. You kept Jake in your pocket hoping that he wouldn’t notice you left without showing where you were walking. Grabbing a couple of snacks that the both of you liked you also grabbed some for Layla, afterall you couldn’t have her be left out could you? Purchasing the snacks and a stimulating dog toy you made your way back to the park, “I’m almost there.” you spoke as you could see him in the distance. “I see you.” he smiled as he hung up the phone, making sure to make space for all the bags he could see you carrying. “I’m back~” you sang as you made sure to set the bags with food down carefully while hiding the lego bag behind you. “Yeah, that's what I’m talking about!” he smiled while rubbing his hands together before getting the food out. He prepared the food for you both as he noticed you were preparing something for Layla, smiling and feeling an even deeper sense of appreciation for you. 

When the three of you finished eating, you pulled out the legos to which Jake grabbed the car and space ship you bought him. He blinked wildly at the items before bringing you in for a side hug, “This is amazing, I love it.” he voiced as he opened the box to begin building. You began working on the lego flowers you purchased when Jake laughed, catching your attention, “Still can’t believe that some guy asked for your number.” You lighty shoved his shoulder, “Can’t believe you yelled at a stranger through the phone!” you laughed before Layla interrupted the two of you with a small bark, almost as if she was scolding the two of you for not giving her more attention. “Layla you wanna play? You wanna play?” you teased her as you got up and grabbed the ball Jake brought. Throwing the ball you enjoyed the way her legs flew up as she ran to retrieve the toy and bring it back. On her way back to you she jumped, almost flying at you as you laughed and prepared to catch her if needed. Sneakily, Jake took a photo of the moment and enjoyed seeing the both of you having a good time. 

Playing with Layla till she worn out, you noticed how Jake already finished building the space ship you got him. “Damn you already finished one?” you pouted, feeling as though you lost a competition you weren’t even in. “Yeah, look at how cool this is.” he shows you while he explains the neat features of the lego spaceship. You enjoyed hearing him talk, so you listened carefully. Eventually, he even started talking about physics (you don’t even remember how the two of you got to that point) and started using his hands to explain different concepts. When he finished explaining some of the concepts he turned to face you, “You know?” he asked sweetly. Nodding you smiled (Even though you did NOT understand), “If we weren’t where we are now, would you be studying physics?” you questioned, genuinely imagining an alternate reality where he was a physics student. “Maybe…” he sighed, playing with the sleeve of your cardigan as the two of you sat there, “But I’m glad that I’m here with you…and the others of course.” he smiles at you, tilting his head as if he were a cute puppy. “Me too.” you breathed out. Bringing your hand out to play with the ends of his hair, “You know… I think growing your hair out would suit you.” He played with a section of his hair before smiling at you, “You know I’ve actually been thinking of growing it out… If I do, will you do my hair?” he asked with a playful flirty tone. Rolling your eyes playfully you pulled his hair lighty to which he pretended to hiss in pain, “I suppose I could grace you with my wonderful styling skills.” you remarked, pushing your own hair behind your shoulder. 

The two of you decided that it was about time for you three to head back since the sun would be setting soon. Jake packed up the blanket and placed it in his bag. As you stood and were holding onto Layla's leash for him, you tilted your head confused when he grabbed the lego bag. “You can hold her if you want. Do you want to or do you want me to grab her?” he questioned, not wanting to force you. “I’ll hold her.” you confirmed, smiling as she walked right beside you. Heading back to the dorm you chatted, talking about anything and everything. “Is Layla staying at the dorm with us?” you questioned, wondering whether the other members knew. “Yeah, I asked the others and they said they were fine with it as long as she didn’t mess with their things.” he explained, remembering that he kept it from you in order to surprise and cheer you up. “Oh, keeping secrets from me now?” you questioned, pushing him with your shoulder lighty. “Naur, never” he replies, bringing his arm to wrap around your shoulder as you all walk. “You know we should do this more often. Layla won’t be able to come since she’s going back soon but I liked having a picnic with you.” he admits while still holding onto you. “Yeah that sounds fun, but next time we’ll pack food and do something else. Maybe we can do that painting challenge I’ve been seeing online.” you chimed before he stopped you, “Ah, naur way. You know you’re so much better at art than I am.” he pouts, before looking over at Layla, “Isn’t that right Layla. Don’t let her bully me.” he spoke to her in which she barked back, making you both laugh. 

Reaching the dorm you called out as you both removed your shoes, “We’re back!” Niki turned the corner of the hallway to see you both before instantly turning to Layla, crouching down to play with her. “We’re about to order dinner, you guys should go tell Jay what you want.” Immediately seeing the others hovering over the phone you replied with a, “Say less” before joining them in seeing what you wanted to eat. Approaching and staying behind them you see them looking at fried chicken, “That looks good.” you admit. Jumping, the other members look at you with a frightened look, when did you approach them, when did you get back? “What's wrong?” you questioned, seeing their stunned faces before they let out a few giggles, Heeseung rubbing the top of your head as Sunghoon pats your back lightly as a way of welcoming you back home. 

Extra: 

While you left the dorm to pick up a couple of packages you ordered after dinner, the rest of the members were in the living room, playing with Layla and joking around. When Jake noticed you had left, he quickly got up and went to grab the bag with the legos from earlier. Grabbing a glass vase you liked to use from the cupboard he put in the flowers you made earlier. Staring at the arrangement he felt as though something was missing, “Sunoo, do you still have that ribbon that came with that one purchase a while ago? The pink one by any chance?” Sunoo looked up from his phone, “Yeah, but Y/n asked for it. I just forgot to give it to her.” Jake pouted slightly, biting his lip in thought, “I’m gonna use it to give something to her.” As he explained, Sunghoon’s attention was caught, laughing at Jake's pouting before he decided to enter the kitchen and see what they were doing. While Sunoo went to retrieve the ribbon, Sunghoon checked out the flower vase, “You made this for Y/n?” Over hearing Sunghoon's question, the others quickly gathered around to see what was going on. Sunoo returned with the pink ribbon and Jake quickly went to work, cutting the perfect amount before tying it around the vase. “Are you sure you know how to tie a bow?” Niki jokes, attempting to tease his elder member. Jake quickly retaliated as the rest of the members laughed at him, finding his bickering with the youngest member entertaining. “It's cute, she’ll like it.” Jungwon comments, encouraging Jake. “I’m going to go put it in her room.” he confirmed as he left the others, analyzing where he would place it before deciding to leave it on the nightstand next to your bed. Taking a quick picture of the vase he smiles at his work before leaving the room. He hoped you would enjoy it when you found it. 

“Uh- Jake is trending on twitter. They’re saying he yelled at someone through the phone because they were flirting with Y/n…” Jungwon announces to everyone in the living room before showing them his phone. Jake stops in his tracks hearing their discussion before throwing his hands in the air when they spot him. Seeing their eyes he knew they were looking for an explanation.  “I did what I had to do!” 

Note: Thank you so much for the support and likes you've been giving me on my posts! I really do appreciate it. I wrote this pretty recently and was going to save it for later but decided to post it now and start working on posts with the other members. I'll be pretty busy but I love writing in my downtime so I should be posting within the next week or two. Sorry if there are any mistakes but I hope you enjoyed it! I just had to include more pictures because Layla is just too cute, don't they look alike or is that just me?

[svt-hari]

Go Together NANA TOUR EP 1-1. Don't Let SEVENTEEN Know

SYNOPSIS: seventeen gets kidnapped for youth over flowers

WC: 670 words

WARNING(S): N/A

NOTE: this contains spoilers to seventeen's nana tour. read at your own risk! — i also didn't want to write out the whole episode so i broke it down into smaller parts

TAGLIST: @ateezjuliet . @moonlight-additions . @pinkbrries . @justmochi . @enhacolor . @allthings-fandoms . @mingis-wrld . @itzy-eve . @zwiehe . @sxeetmelody . @nvmbheart . @magical-spit . @smoooore . @cosmicwintr . @fairiepoems . @jiaverse . @lillijay . @nishinoya2007 . @peppercane . @hazedaze . @aysxldea . @soulphoenix1618 .

Seventeen finally finished their last concert in Tokyo and were celebrating to end the night. Hari decided to have a drink with Joshua, Hoshi, Mingyu, Seungkwan, and Chan before heading to bed, so that she’d be able to leave in the afternoon.

“Hey Dino, can you call my phone?.” Seungcheol slyly asks as he searches for the phone.

Chan bops his head to the beat that’s been playing from the speakers and sings his heart out, drunk from the earlier night’s activities. Seeing that Chan wouldn’t call, he asks Mingyu to call instead.

“Pick up the phone!” Chan sings, continuing his random song.

“Dino, call my phone.” Seungcheol repeats again.

“Okay, I’ll call for you. Don’t worry! I’ll call your phone, don’t worry!”

Dino continues to sing as he hears the call ring, waiting for the others to hear his ringtone go off.

“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” Na PD picks up the call, “Hello?”

“Hello?”

“Hey Coups, how can you leave your phone lying around like this?”

“...Hello?”

Na PD enters the room as he talks into the phone, surprising the members who couldn’t believe the man that was right in front of them.

After the surprise was made, the members who were awake created their plan on who to wake up in order for them to leave.

“Well, Hari just left an hour ago to wash up and sleep. We can wake her up first?” Seungkwan suggests.

“No, no. Let’s get her towards the end. She texted me five minutes ago so she could still be awake.” Mingyu interjects, shaking his head.

“Okay, so then we’ll wake Dokyeom up first, then just go down the hall until we reach the end.”

“So, how should we wake Hari up?” Hoshi asks, looking around for ideas.

“I really don’t think that she fell asleep yet. She takes forever to unwind.” Seungkwan adds, shaking his head.

“Here, how about this? I go in and tell her that everything has been pushed forward to an earlier time and that we have to leave right now? Then I can mention that Seungcheol called me.” Jeonghan says.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Seungcheol agrees, knowing that she would fall for their little act.

“Okay, let me get through.” Jeonghan weaves through the crowd of people and knocks on the door.

“Come in!” Hari shouts unfolding the blankets to get ready to sleep.

“She’s awake?!”

“See, I told you.” Seungkwan mumbles, knowing his friend all too well.

“Hari, Seungcheol just called me and told me that we have to leave in an hour.” Jeonghan slowly opens the door and trudges over to see the girl about to slide into bed.

“What? I thought we would leave at noon tomorrow. I was just about to get into bed.” She whines.

“I know, I’m sorry that we’re leaving so soon. But I think it’s about time to go have fun?” Na PD enters the room with the other members following behind him.

“Huh?”

Hari blinks rapidly and pats her cheeks to make sure that she isn’t hallucinating. From what she thinks, Na PD is in the room with her members laughing at her adorable reaction.

“So, we’re leaving now? I mean, I packed most of my things but I still have to repack my toiletries since I left them out for the morning.”

“We can just leave it here. The staff is going to take our stuff back.” Wonwoo says, patting the girl’s head.

“Okay, now that she’s awake, let’s really think of a good plan to tell Minghao. I feel really sorry to him.” Na PD says as they all settle into her room.

Once the final plan is set, she follows Woozi out the door and sticks by him, clearly out of it and wants nothing but to sleep in her bed.

“It’s okay, I didn’t believe it at first either. I was out like a light.” Woozi chuckles as he nudges the girl, which causes her to crack a smile.

[lilacgaby]

day six

~2k

chapter select!

[a/n: i was a bit sad that this ends next chapter soo i uploaded the start of my other bkg series early... serenity out noww :>]

she woke up to that familiar smell of caramel.

she looked, and there he was, katsuki bakugo in all his sleeping glory, with his arms wrapped around her.

she took the chance to take a quick picture of him, her phone thankfully not too far away, laying on the desk next to some manga that she was planning on taking to her room.

she snickered a bit to herself, before unwrapping his arms from around her, and effectively escaping his room.

he'd be pissed if he woke her up so early, so she quietly grabbed the nana issue she fell asleep reading, and snuck out his room.

the sun wasn't out yet, so it had to be extremely early morning.

she saw that the coast was clear as she slowly crept through the hallways back to her room. all she needed was to get to the elevator--

"name?"

damn it.

she turned to see todoroki, who seemed to just have returned after a mission. he was still dressed in his hero outfit, eyeing her suspiciously.

"what are you doing here?"

"i slept in bakugo's room last night, i was trying to get back to my dorm secretly."

she slapped her forehead as she let it slip.

"okay, listen, i was hit by a truth quirk and today is my last full day. don't bring this up and ill give you some cold soba or something."

"i wouldn't have said anything anyways, but thanks for the soba." he shrugged, walking on to his room.

"yeah, bye todoroki."

she called the elevator, put in her floor, and waited silently for the door to open.

as soon as it did, she crept right to her room, and crashed right back into bed.

today was the last full day with the quirk, and it'd be fully gone by noon tomorrow.

she sighed in relief and threw herself under the covers once more. she winced as she accident laid on the side of her wound, she'd still need to go find recovery girl today and ask for a kiss.

she eyed the stupid chalkboard that was still in her room, the operation only standing to remind her of her accidental confession. but as she laid, pondering over her interactions with bakugo over the the past week, she thought that maybe her feelings weren't as unrequited as she once thought.

she stared up at the roof of her bedroom, the slightly faded neon green glow-in-the-dark stars staring back at her.

the sun started to peak out through her balcony window, the tiny bit of energy it provided to her helping calm the storm of thoughts she was facing in her mind.

she decided to start her day early, hoping preoccupying herself would make her feel better.

after fully getting ready for the day: showering, cleaning her room, brushing her teeth, and doing her routine, the clock read at eight o'clock.

recovery girl should be in her office by now.

she walked out the dorms, her purse the only belonging she brought, as she traveled to the main building.

after a short walk, she reached the medical wing of U-A.

recovery girl questioned her harshly about the injury, badgering her to stay more safe in battle, and to not be so reckless.

"these types of injuries can leave you disabled or seriously hurt! be more careful young lady!"

"yes ma'am."

and with a small kiss on the head from the small, yet fierce recovery girl, she was back on her way.

as she strolled through the halls of U-A, she thought idly about what she wanted to do for the day.

she really didn't have anything planned for the day, so she decided just to relax in her dorm for the day, since she couldn't remember the last time she did so.

she took the time to actually thoroughly clean her room this time, hoping it'd fix her mental state like it always seemed to do.

her arm already felt good as new, but she was still careful for it, because of the nurse's words that had actually scared her.

the wound would heal, but it'd still leave the scar, the remnant of that battle.

but no matter what she'd try to distract herself with, even the nature of her scar wasn't enough to keep her thoughts from always coming back to him.

katsuki.

she now knew that her feelings were somewhat mutual, but she still couldn't help but feel worried about how things would turn out. they'd held hands, they'd slept together, and they'd went through a somewhat scary situation together.

what more did a good couple need?

after she fixed up her room, she surprisingly did feel better, but not by much.

she called mina into her room and ranted about what had happened to her over the past week, while mina relayed some stuff that had gone public.

apparently a news channel had reported on the fight between her and those villains, and had caught the end, where she won, on camera.

it had also caught the moments between her and bakugo on camera, which is why majority of the things she wanted to let mina know was already out in the open.

[name] still ranted on about what had transpired on the train ride, in the hospital, and in his dorm.

it felt good just to tell someone, to speak the truth without being forced to.

but after she grew bored of her rant, she sent mina off with the inconvenient ass chalkboard.

since it was saturday, everyone else also had the idea to just relax from their missions from the past few days. [name] finished up the volume of nana, and decided to go get some more from katsuki's dorm.

she walked in.. he was still sleeping? it was like two in the afternoon at this point.

still, she didn't want to deal with being the one to wake him up, so she grabbed another issue of nana and walked right out.

not before looking back and noticing his suddenly off posture.

she shrugged and headed back to her room.

the day passed on boringly,

her days since today were all so action packed or at least had something going on, so sitting around and doing nothing felt so foreign. so,

boring.

she sat in the common rooms, playing some weird racing game with denki and kirishima.

she lost, making them comfort her jokingly.

"it's okay [name], you're not good at everything and that's fine!"

"shut up!"

"yeah, you may have lost this but you're gonna win in life tomo--." denki joked, before sero flung a piece of tape on his mouth.

"dude shut up!"

[name] stared at them, so confused they could've swore a question mark popped up beside her head.

"what do you mean ' win in life'?"

"it's nothing, he's just being stupid again. must've overused his quirk or something." kirishima said, trying to save the secret.

"...but he didn't even use his quirk?"

"he meant that uh.. you win in life all the time because your so strong?" sero tried to reason.

"but why would that just be for tomorrow--"

"hey let's just play again okay? winner gets four-hundred yen."

she got the sense that they really wanted her to drop it. must be some weird guy stuff, she reasoned.

"you guys are being weird as hell and i know something is up.

....

but, okay. i want a head start since you're being so secretive though."

the guys all let out sighs of relief. "you got it!"

as she won because of her unfair advantage, over and over again, she wondered if tomorrow had something to do with bakugo.

oh well. that's tomorrows problem.

*＊✿❀𓂋❀✿＊*

bakugo had been out since noon, he woke up at eleven, and left pillows shaped as his body in his wake because he knew [name] would go back in his room.

he was storming through the mall, looking for the perfect gifts for [name].

he was the best, destined to top in every single category.

and that included in confessing.

he had already stopped by a corner shop and picked out small things she'd enjoy, snacks, candy, and a small beaded bracelet with a yellow flower on it.

mina had texted him some new specific snacks that she liked, so he had to admit being in that dumb operation group chat actually helped.

just a bit though.

but it still just wasn't enough in his head.

he needed something so beautiful, so that [name] would feel as though she'd never get such a great gift ever again.

as he walked through the shops, glaring at the windows as he tried to spot something fit for her, he thought back to what he thought would look nice on her.

he decided to get her some jewelry, fancy shit too, so it wouldn't get damaged or turn green.

he walked into a shop, gorgeous jewels shining brightly as he walked in.

as he walked in, he noticed that the sparkly weird guy was there.

"ah, bakugo! what are you doing here today?" the guy said, sending sparkles in bakugo's direction.

bakugo shook it off him as he answered.

"i'm looking for a nice necklace."

"for you? wow! i'm you'll look gorgeous with this twinkle--"

"no dumbass, i meant for [name]."

"oh, for [name]! well this will surely leave her a star!"

"okay."

aoyama ducked off and ran behind, searching through the shelves as he suddenly pulled out a cute, dainty necklace with a detailed tulip on it.

"what do you think? twinkles right?"

"yeah, it does." bakugo scoffed, it was actually a good choice.

"how much?"

aoyama dramatically took on a thinking pose, pointing his finger directly as bakugo, as more of that sparkley stuff flew around him.

"this is twenty-one thousand yen! but with my friends discount...

it'll be seven-thousand! what do you say bakugo?" aoyama decreed, while pointing his fist towards bakugo, acting as a mic.

"i'll take it."

aoyama smiled brightly, and handed him a velvet covered box with the necklace inside.

bakugo nodded and walked out, now satisfied with his gifts.

now he just had to think about the perfect spot.

‎°❀⋆ .ೃ࿔*:･ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[name] had gotten bored of winning a while ago, and she had forgotten get enough time in the sun to fully eat so now she was upset, frustrated, and hungry.

her only possible salvation was drinking plant growth tea, which tasted gross but was the only thing she could eat to get full temporarily, besides the sun of course.

as she sucked it up and chugged the drink down in one go, she eyed bakugo who walked in with a huge bag of stuff.

hey, i never saw him leave, weirdd. [name] thought.

after resisting the urge to gag at the taste in her mouth, the hunger disapates and leaves her satisfied.

she lurked around, noting that everyone had gone to bed early except for tokoymai. she got bored and went back to her dorm,

the quirk would finally dissipate and all would be good in the world again.

she jumped onto her bed, ignoring the loud creaking sound that she heard from the force she exterted onto it.

she slumped over and even though she didn't want to...

doom scrolled through her socials.

mina wasn't lying, the news had covered both her and bakugo's victory the other day.

she felt herself flush at the sight of bakugo gently picking her up and walking her to the medics.

people in the comments were commenting on how cute the two rookie heroes looked together, and how they had never seen dynamite with a face like that.

they complimented her drive, and the fact that the two were so strong yet both still in school.

she promptly turned her phone off and held it to her chest..

tomorrow she'd talk it out with him.

or at least she'd try.

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[darlingshane]

Kiss the Cook

Pairing: Michael Berzatto x F!Reader

Summary: When you wake up, you find Michael cooking breakfast, wearing only the apron that you bought for him.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, HJ and BJ (m. receiving), Friends with Benefits, Crack, Pet Names, Crass Phallic Humor.

Word Count: 1,1k

A/N: This is a second part to Afternoon Delight. They can be read separately since there's not much plot.

— You can read below or at AO3.

Though Michael doesn’t own the most comfortable mattress, when you wake up on his bed, you feel completely rested. You were spent last night when you came here under the premise of decompressing after a long day of work just for a quick fuck, instead you must have ended up falling asleep cause besides your feet being free from your shoes you're still wearing all your clothes. He must have moved you to his bed too cause you don’t actually remember getting into his room at all. The last thing you saw before you drifted to slumber was the glow of the TV.

One shoulder cracks when you stretch your arms before getting out of the tangled mess of the sheets.

Minding your steps, you walk into the bathroom to relieve the pressure on your bladder, and after washing your hands, you rid your mouth of the awful morning breath by using some of his Listerine.

As you head out to the living room, you catch a whiff of something cooking and the next second, you're met with Michael's backside in the kitchen wearing only an apron while he cooks something on the stove top. His cute little bottom is on full display between the edges of the apron. His ass cheeks jiggle a little when he quickly reaches with one hand to grab a spatula that was sitting further away on the counter.

You can’t stop yourself from sneaking on him and giving a small pinch to his butt.

“Morning, tushy,” you laugh as his head promptly turns for just a second.

“Hey, go back to bed, baby, I was going to surprise you with breakfast.”

“Too late. I'm already up,” you link your arms around his waist while he keeps working on an omelette that smells delicious. “Is this the apron that I brought you?”

“It is. Thought you'd like to see me wearing it at least once.”

“I do like it, baby. It looks good on you,” per the fabric’s suggestion of 'kiss the cook' you lean in closer and smooch his jaw.

“How did you sleep, sweetheart?”

“Good, I think. I haven't slept that much since… Forever. Thank you for taking me to your bed.”

“Of course.”

“Though, you should have taken off my clothes.”

“I thought about it, but it felt weird to do so while you were out. And I didn't wanna wake you up.”

“Aww, such a gentleman.”

“That's right,” he glances over his shoulder and kisses your nose before transferring the cooked omelette to a plate. Then, he pours another bowl of whisked eggs into the pan to make a second one. “Do you want anything else, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, I'm in the mood for some sausage.”

“Sorry, I'm out of sausages.”

As you slip your hands under the hem of his apron on both sides, you say, “really? Cause I think you have a perfect sausage ready for consumption right here.”

You curl both palms around his soft dick and jerk him slowly.

“You're literally playing with fire, baby,” he hisses, trying to keep his focus on the pan as he folds the omelette with the spatula.

“I know. That's the fun of it,” you smirk, getting his cock to harden in your hold. “How about some chorizo?”

“Uh-uh, the best I… can do…” he scrambles to get his words out as he grows more solid, “...is ham.”

“No ham. I need something with more sustenance. What was that thing you ordered the other day with the weird ass name?”

“Longaniza?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Don't have any, either.”

“That's too bad. I guess I'll have to settle with this one,” his full erection fills both your fists now, and leaks some precum that you extend along his shaft to ease the motion.

As you grip harder around him, you watch him struggle, promptly putting down the spatula, and bracing his hands on the edge of the counter.

“Fuck…”

“Sh, sh, sh. Keep cooking for me, baby. Don’t let it burn.”

“You're a fucking menace, girl,” he grumbles, and against his body’s wishes he collects the spatula and finishes that second omelette while you keep toying with him.

“You're the one who decided to wear just an apron to surprise me. We both know what you were up to when you made that decision.”

Despite your best efforts to get him to mess up, he manages to finish that second omelette with flying colors. Then, he turns off the stove and closes his eyes, enjoying the undoing of your eager hands around his hardness.

“Can I have some of this now, please?” you purr and nibble against the curve of his neck.

Michael can't and wouldn't ever deny you a request like that. Especially from you. The way you make him feel is something unexplainable. He becomes putty in your hands every time you come around. This is proof of it. So, as you take a step back and kneel on the floor, he turns around, and watches your teeth sharpen, and mouth water, at the prospect of taking him between your lips. You roll up the hem of that ridiculous apron over his hips to uncover that impressive erection you've proudly baked.

“Wow, you really put the long in longaniza,” you quip, bringing one hand up to hold the underside of his cock.

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he snorts and watches your tongue mischievously flick across your bottom lip before pressing a quick kiss on the blunt head of his dick.

“Don’t complain. I know you like it when I’m dirty,” you place a string of kisses along the shaft without taking your eyes off his.

Michael traps his bottom lip beneath his teeth and watches your lips sensually wrap around him. He places a palm on your jaw and draws with his thumb the hollow of your cheek when you take him shamelessly deeper into your mouth. It's a damn sight better observing you from above, fiercely wanting to please him. More than the act itself, it's the passion you put into it that makes his cock ache and throb. It's something unparalleled to watch how you almost take every inch of him into the depth of your mouth.

Your head bobs faster as you take him closer to the edge, you see his eyes glare behind a layer of gloss and lust. You grip harder at the base, revel in the way he tastes in your mouth, and use your other hand to massage his balls.

“Attagirl, keep going,” he deeply encourages between grunts, grasping your face tighter, with both hands framing your head now, as his hips automatically jerk into your mouth a few times. “You like it when I fuck your dirty mouth like this?”

You hum in response and let him drive into you during that final stretch. You keep your lips tight, your jaw slacked, that hand still holding his scrotum, and let his cock use your mouth until your tongue is covered with every drop of his warm, sticky cum.