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http-tokki · 2 years

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Happy birthday, pretty girl

~ bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: aged up bakugou, time skip to when everyone is pro heroes, fluff, friends to lovers, deadbeat boyfriend, explicit language, katsuki outdoing ur stupid boyfriend, toxic relationships, y/n is written as honey (that's ur name cause I hate reading y/n) ~ wc: 2.8k

A bouquet.

A $350 bouquet had been the catalyst to the end of your relationship.

The break-up had not come out of the blue. Resentment had been building for months now with endless bickering and sniping, fights over Instagram likes and hidden accounts, your ex’s inability to hold down a stable job for longer than a month and when he was let go from his last job a few months ago, the lack of effort at finding a new job, which in turn left you to pick up the slack with the rent and bills. It hadn’t been like that in the beginning; no failed relationship ever is, but as the months rolled into years, what was once cute ineptitude at basic life skills morphed into weaponised incompetence that had you acting as mother and girlfriend for the twenty-something-year-old man child. If only you could go back in time and warn your former self of the absolute hell waiting for you at the end of the road.

A different form of bitterness seeped into your relationship this past month. A monstrous animosity had taken up residence in the chests of both you and him, causing a fight like no other and all because you were inviting your childhood best friend to your upcoming birthday dinner. Your ex had spotted the name Bakugou Katsuki on the list of guests and scoffed, muttering displeasure under his breath. A few back-and-forth quips rolled into a screaming match that had ended when you laughed out your final killing blow.

“You can either suck it up and come to my, your girlfriend’s, birthday dinner or sit at home and mope around. It’s your choice, but make up your mind before I book so I know if I’m paying for you or not.”

It had been a tad cruel of you to add the last part, but you were growing tired of having to cover his half of the bill at dinner and skip out on outings with friends because he didn’t want to look cheap and have you pay, so your insult was justified its own brutal way.

You sent out the invitation texts the next day to your close friends and their partners. RSVPs flooded your inbox within half an hour. All, except for two who had work engagements overseas, eagerly agreed to the dinner with feverish excitement. All but one. The loser that was your boyfriend sent a thumbs-up reaction to your message in the group chat, which he the. promptly left.

Katsuki, however, had called you the second he saw the short message.

“I’ll be there; I just might be a bit late ’cause I’ve got that TV gig that afternoon.” He sighed into the phone, and you could practically see the scowl forming at the idea of being late to an event. “Actually, let me see if I can move it around.”

“‘Suki, no. Just come afterwards, please. Don’t move anything,” you pleaded, dropping the stack of papers you had organised a few minutes prior. “If you need to miss it, it’s okay.” you added lightly, disappointment evident in your voice despite your best efforts.

“Hey, I said I’d be there, didn’t it? I just might be late,” Bakugou assured you, tone stern to avoid further protests from you. “What’s the name of the booking under anyway?”

“Mine, why?” your brows furrowed in suspicion.

“Just wondering.” He replied with a tone far too casual for him.

Gasping at the sudden realisation, you shouted down the receiver. “Katsuki, if you even think about putting your card down as payment, you’re-“

“Ohh wow, would you look at that, call waiting! I’ll call you later; text me when you’re at work.”

Your boyfriend is the ninth person to arrive at dinner. After kicking him out for the evening before your reservation time, wanting to have time with the girls to relax and debrief the situation of your current partner. The girls were never fans, Mina going as far as to add him to her own personal hit list should he ever commit a minor law infraction, and his continued behaviour just added to their growing disdain. It didn’t help that you were growing to loathe him too. The loser arrived well beyond the appropriate amount of time to be late without an excuse or text and just strolled in without acknowledging the hostess, who smiled and offered to guide him to the table.

Ick.

“Is he wearing-?” Mina whispers, sliding up next to you to stare at your underdressed boyfriend.

“Yep. He’s wearing track pants.” You confirm as you spot the familiar print across the left leg and the slouched cut of the sweat.

“Is he for real?” Jiro’s voice comes for your left, looping her arm through yours.

You frown at the lack of effort and complete disregard for the dress code, but that small part of you screams in vindication at his disinterest. He strolls to you with the confidence garnered only from the current lack of Bakugou and presses his cheek to yours in a polite kiss. He would have gone in for a side hug, but your two friends were unmoving from their positions.

“You’re late.” You mutter, tone entirely indifferent.

“Yeah, well, traffic” is the excuse given, and a poorly made bouquet is shoved at you before he walks away. Jiro reaches out and grabs the flowers with one hand, tossing them at the present table.

The frown you have deepens. Blue chrysanthemums and white roses wrapped in what appears to be yesterday’s newspaper. No card or note, just flowers in colours you despise. He had to be doing this purposefully, giving you another reason to fight with him and pull the plug on this trainwreck. The three of you watch as he makes the rounds, and your frown grows into something that can only be labelled as repulsion. God, you need to end this. Everything about him is giving you the ick. Your mind wonders about the breakdown of your relationship and how to do it, how to get out of tonight a single woman and – Kirishima’s voice disrupts your daydreams.

Eijiro greets Bakugou first. Spotting the blonde as he steps into the restaurant, he calls out to his best friend with a loud Hey! You look up and see your best friend standing in the entryway to the restaurant, strong arms full of the most beautiful bouquet you have ever seen. Pink and purple hydrangeas spill over the lilac wrapping paper, adorned with baby’s breath and pastel tulips, stalks of greenery, and there was even a hint of jasmine bordering the main bulk of the blooms. Your heart squeezes. He had gotten all your favourites despite most of them being out of season and insanely hard to acquire. You hear shuffling from the far end of the table, but pay it no mind as Katsuki saunters towards you. He had followed the theme, dressed in a suit and tie with his hair combed down in a slicked-back style that accentuates the sharp lines that make up his face. The suit was snug but not small, fitting his muscles and broad shoulders just right in a way that made your stomach twist. Heat blooms across your face, and you squeeze the hand that is now in yours.

“Can you fuck him already, please?” Mina teases, squeezing your hand back.

“I’m working on it.” You whisper back as a joke despite the obvious heat filling your body.

The girls laugh beside you. “oh, she’s working on it,” Jiro echoes your confession, snickering as Mina makes a lewd gesture.

“She’s working on what?” Katsuki asks as he reaches the three of you. “Hi.” His greeting is solely to you.

“Hi.” You parrot, feeling the girls leave your side in exchange for Bakugou’s arms.

He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you right up against his toned body and squeezes. You’re lifted from the floor, hauled into the air and spun as soft laughs leave you, and for a moment, it is only the two of you.

You’re lowered back to the ground, arms still wrapped around each other as he whispers his congratulations. “Happy birthday, pretty girl.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek, and you feel lightheaded.

Cold air fills the space once occupied by him as he pulls back, reaching down to grab the bouquet he had placed on the table and shows you the arrangement.

“Pink and purple hydrangeas,” he announces just loud enough to be heard by your boyfriend sitting a few seats down. “And tickets to the flower festival next month. You can take him, but I’m also free that weekend, and I have a car…” his words trail off at the obvious jab at your car-less partner. “I also put my card down as payment, so go wild, okay?”

“‘Suki.” you reprimand in a breathy giggle, having already been through this with him via text, but you can’t help but swoon at his chivalry.

“It’s your birthday, angel. I can’t have you paying for it.” You blush again at the pet name but frown up at him nonetheless.

Bakugou smiles back and presses another kiss to the top of your head before pulling away to greet everyone else.

“I seriously thought you were about to kiss him just then.” Jiro snickers, reappearing at your side the second you’re alone.

“I seriously did, too.”

It is a small dinner. Only a handful of your close friends and their partners but all the people you know and care for, and they you, so when your cake is brought out, and the songs are sung, you feel loved, and that love is continued through dessert as the game Whispers from Heaven begins.

Jiro and Mina gush about your undivided love and loyalty; Denki smiles and recalls your generosity and patience during the afternoon you had helped him through math homework (and he swore his eternal oath to you from that day on); Kiri tears up at the mention of his emo days and how you had been his friend even when he looked like a My Chemical Romance extra; Momo praising your loving and unjudgmental heart, Sero gifting you the title of World’s Best Mom despite having no actual children but the care and devotion you had shown to your friend group earned you many a mother’s day present and Bakugou toasting your entire being for you had been his friend since middle school and stuck by him through all the happened during UA and the subsequent years, how you had been a rock in his life and every year had been a blessing and he wished for many more to come. Zuku and Ochaco had written their whispers in via text (a mission had taken them away from your dinner ), and their words had been just as sweet.

You were tearing up as everyone gushed about you, wiping at your eyes before they could even fall, but as your boyfriend’s turn came, the air shifted.

“Uhh, she is….” He stammers, nervously looking around the table at your friends, all waiting for his answer.

In theory, he should have the best point. He is your boyfriend, after all, two years shared together, but as he sits there, floundering like a fish with his mouth opening and closing, you feel your patience start to snap. Maybe you were going to break it off tonight. The guilt of leaving him potentially homeless and broke had been keeping you around for months, and you think he knows that, and that’s why he hadn’t gotten a job or made any move to progress his life.

Are you about to be free and single again? Is he about to seal his fate of living out of his parent’s garage? Part of you hopes yes; is desperate to say goodbye to the soul and money-sucking leech that had been attached to you for months now, but part of you feels bad for him.

“Ohh! I’ve got it!” he announces, holding his glass of wine in the air in a toast.

You hold your breath, unaware of what his answer is going to be.

“She has a really good ass. So hot,” he laughs and tips his glass to the sky, “the back shots are fucking amazing.”

Your jaw slackens at this confession.

There is a chorus of gasps and snorts of astonishment as your group comes to terms with what has just been said. Jiro slaps her hand over her mouth as both Momo and Mina’s head whip towards her, eyes wide and brows raised. Denki blushes red but hides it behind his hands; Sero and Kiri are staring at Bakugou, who is glaring at your boyfriend.

“What?” Katsuki asks, tilting his head in confusion.

Your boyfriend bristles. “I was put on the spot.”

There is a beat of silence as everyone comes to terms with what has just been said.

Bakugou shakes his head and gently returns the wine glass to the table, quiet rage simmering in his eyes. His gaze flicks to you in awaiting permission, and when you tilt your head approving of whatever it is he is about to do, he smiles and turns his fangs towards your boyfriend.

“Get up.” the order is soft, as not to make a scene, but there is a promise of violence in his tone.

Your boyfriend makes no move to stand, so Katsuki repeats his order. When there is still no movement from the slug sitting across from him, Bakugou stands with a grace only acquired after years of training to win fights and reclasps the buttons of his jacket, ever the gentleman. Each step towards your boyfriend is fuelled by hate and indignation, and when he finally reaches him, Katsuki grips him by the scruff of the neck, much like a father does to their young son.

“You need to get up and leave before I take you outside.” Katsuki seethes, bending down to your boyfriend’s level.

“You-no-I..” your boyfriend scrambles, face blanching at the pro-hero before him.

“Nuh uh, I don’t want to hear anything from you.” The hand on your boyfriend’s neck tightens. “Get up and go home, pack your shit and leave. I don’t care where you go, but by the time Honey and I get home, you will be gone because I can make people like you disappear in a second, yeah?”

Your boyfriend looks around at the table, hoping to find sympathy from the other heroes, but none comes. “I’m going to tell everyone you’re threatening me; you can’t do this!”

“I’m not doing anything, and everyone here has seen me ask you to leave nicely; I’m even offering to get you an Uber since I know you don’t drive.”

A chorus of acknowledgement of Bakugou’s charity rises from the table. You bite down on your cheeks to stop the smile tugging at your lips as you watch your now ex-boyfriend scramble for his coat, dread dragging down each movement. He turns to you, brows furrowed in fear and confusion, hoping to find comfort in someone he had disrespected time and time again, but instead, you just beam and bid him goodbye.

“Are you really gonna call him an Uber?” Denki pipes up.

Katsuki scoffs. “No, he can walk home.”

“What are ya’ working on?” Katsuki asks from beside you as you sit on the curb outside your apartment building.

You had pulled up ten minutes ago but opted to stay out and talk, enjoying the warm spring breeze.

“Huh?” you turn to face your best friend.

“When I turned up, you and the girls were talking about you workin’ on something. Is there something at work or?”

You blush at the question.

“Ahh, well, I’m-“you grin. “Well, I’m working on you.” Your confession falls from your mouth before your brain can process it.

“Me?” Bakugou’s brows stitch together.

“yeah, I’m working on not killing you for paying for dinner and shit like that.” You rush to lie in order to cover your confession. “You always do that after I-“

Katsuki’s hands grabbing your cheeks stop your rambling, and then his lips are on yours. He cups your face with a gentleness unknown to you, finger hooking under your jaw to tilt your chin up as he kisses you. You melt into his mouth, opening as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. Breathing becomes difficult as your hands grab at his waist, desperate to close the distance between your bodies, but he pulls back and leans his forehead against yours.

“You’re such a bad liar, you know that?” his breathing is ragged.

“I was hoping you didn’t catch on to that, but I’m so glad you did.”

~ a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! goes a long with this. x ( just another lil drabble about how my ex was a piece of shit and for my birthday got me the flowers I hate. but then on valentine’s day my friend got me a bouquet of my favourite flowers so it couldn’t have been that hard, right) updated version 2.0

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totowlff · 3 months

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chapter 15 — family that i chose

➝ cassie discovers that pregnancy cravings suck

➝ word count: 2,6k

➝ warnings: none

➝ author’s note: if i wanna cry? yeah.

16 WEEKS The backbone and tiny muscles in your baby's back are gaining strength, so she can straighten out that head and neck even more. Thanks to those developing facial muscles, your baby is capable of making a few expressive frowns and squints, even at this early stage.

Cassie felt pathetic sitting inside of her car, nose red and eyes filling with tears, especially over something that would feel trivial a few months ago.

It all started over the summer, during her trip to Austria for the Grand Prix. Toto took her to a cafe in Vienna near his flat that served this specific type of pastry - almost like a cinnamon roll, but with chocolate filling instead. He said it was called schokoschnecken in German, but it was originally a Hungarian pastry called kakaós csiga. It meant the same thing in both languages - “chocolate snails”. She had one, and it was delicious, but it wasn’t something that she considered a highlight.

Well, until that week. Toto had traveled to Hungary, after all, it was another normal race week and that meant little time to talk to each other. They were able to conduct quick calls and messages about how she and the baby were doing, but Cassie felt strange every time she got off the phone.

It was as if the lack of Toto’s physical presence began to feel bigger with each day he spent away from her. Cassie even suspected it might be something related to her hormones, which she blamed on most things these days, including the way she felt uncomfortably bloated, had unpleasant heartburn, and was on a constant emotional rollercoaster. Deep down, she knew all of this was coming, and that she shouldn’t feel bad about it, but thinking about it just made her want to cry more.

She tried to calm herself down with some breathing exercises, letting her head fall back and gaze up at the roof of her car, but she was interrupted by her phone ringing. She glanced at the screen and realized who was calling, and took a moment to try and compose herself, wiping her cheeks before she answered.

— Hello, Cassie? — she heard Toto say. It sounded like he was smiling — How are you?

— Hi, Toto, I'm fine — Cassie said, cringing at the nasal quality to her voice — And you?

— Everything's fine here too, I'm coming back — he began, stopping after she sniffled once again — Are you crying?

— No, not at all…

— Yes, you are crying, I can tell by your voice. What happened?

— It's just — Cassie said, in a low voice — Remember the photo you sent me on Wednesday?

— The one with my breakfast at that cafe?

— Yeah.

— What about it?

— It's just that there was a plate with those… pastries I had in Vienna — she stammered, feeling her lower lip tremble — The chocolate rolls. The… chocolate snails, or whatever they were in German.

Cassie's voice broke, and she started sobbing again.

— Oh, my angel…

— I thought there wouldn't be any around here, so I bought some chocolate croissants at Sainsbury’s, but they were horrible. Then, I went to Waitrose and they didn't have anything like that, just cinnamon rolls. After that, I went to Pret and they only had ones with white chocolate — she continued, while tears ran down her face — And now I'm in front of a Danish bakery that one of the girls in marketing recommended to me, with an empty box of cinnamon rolls and in tears because I can’t find anything like it.

— Probably because it’s a Hungarian pastry — Toto murmured on the other end of the line.

— I remembered that it was like a cinnamon roll, so I thought that would be close enough to make these cravings go away — Cassie replied — And I feel like an idiot because I ate all these pastries for nothing and they’re probably not good for me, and the doctor said I’m supposed to be eating well so I don’t gain too much weight aside from the baby, but nothing else even sounds good right now…

— Cassandra…

— I even tried making them at home, but I didn’t let the dough rest long enough and all of the butter leaked out of them and they were really greasy and chewy — she continued, sobs punctuating her words and making fat tears fall into the empty box in her lap.

— My angel, listen to me — Toto interrupted her, his soft voice loosening the knot in her chest — Firstly, you shouldn't worry about getting fat. You are growing an entire human being and you have every right to eat whatever you want. I want you to worry about being well and happy, not about numbers on a scale.

She sniffled, looking at her belly, bulging under the blouse she was wearing.

— Are you sure? I feel so ugly…

— You could never be ugly, my angel — Toto replied, making her smile — You’re so gorgeous that you’re going to be the prettiest mama at the playground, the other parents won’t be able to take their eyes off of you.

Cassie giggled.

— Please, I’m not that…

— We’ll see about that, when you make a man faint because he saw the most gorgeous woman in the world holding the prettiest baby on the playground.

— What about the women that won’t be able to take their eyes off of the tall, handsome man with the charming accent pushing a stroller?

— We'll see, Cassie — he laughed — Now I need to go, okay?

Suddenly, her joy went out, like a candle that had just been blown out. The prospect of Toto hanging up was terrifying. Why did he make her feel this way? Why did the idea of not being able to talk to him for a while feel like her heart was being ripped out of her chest? Toto wasn’t her boyfriend, he was her boss and her daughter’s co-parent.

— Okay — Cassie mumbled.

— Don’t worry, Cassie. I’ll be back tomorrow, and I’ll come and check on you after I get back — the team principal said, just before the line went silent. She sighed as she stared at the screen as it went black. Cassie just wanted it to be the next evening.

A day later, the sound of the intercom put an end to Cassie's agony.

Jumping up from the sofa, she tapped the button on her intercom and let Toto in. She hovered uncomfortably by the door, trying to settle herself so that Toto wouldn’t see the way she was waiting for him. Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, she opened the door for him. The smile that appeared on Cassie's face when she saw Toto was completely involuntary, but it turned into surprise when she saw that Toto was holding a pink pastry box.

— Toto?

— Ah, good evening, Cassie — he said, smiling. When he got close to her, Toto bent down to plant a cordial kiss on her cheek — Are you okay?

— Yeah — she stammered, as Toto stepped into her apartment and removed his shoes — What is this?

— What is what?

— This — Cassie said, pointing to the box he had just placed on the table in her entryway.

Toto smiled.

— Ah, someone called me yesterday saying she wanted to eat Hungarian chocolate rolls — he explained, opening the box almost theatrically, revealing a dozen glossy pastries, smothered in icing. Staring at the contents of the box, Cassie felt an inexplicable wave of heat expand through her chest.

— You got these for me? — she stammered, looking up at Toto.

— Of course, you said you wanted them, so I brought them to you.

— But, how? You said you were going straight from the circuit to the airport…

— I asked the catering staff to pack a box and leave it in my office after the race — he replied, anxiety written all over his expression — Aren't you going to try it?

— Can I? — Cassie asked, shyly.

— Of course, they are yours.

Taking one of the pastries, she took a careful bite, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh. It was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, the chocolate combining perfectly with the buttery layers of dough. As she chewed, Cassie couldn't help but be impressed by the texture and softness of it, even though they were probably a day old at that point.

When she opened her eyes again, she met Toto's attentive gaze.

— Good? — he asked, expectation clear on his face.

She nodded, taking another bite while he smiled with satisfaction at having accomplished his mission. However, as she chewed, Cassie noticed that his smile seemed almost mischievous.

— What? — she asked, mouth full of pastry.

— You’ve got something on your face — Toto replied, seeming to hold back a laugh.

Finding a bit of chocolate icing on the corner of her lips, Cassie wiped it off with her thumb, bringing it to her mouth and licking it off. However, that made Toto shake his head before taking a step forward. Silently, he brought his hand to the tip of her nose and gently rubbed her skin with his thumb.

Looking up at him, Cassie found warmth in Toto's brown eyes. It was as if he was standing in front of something precious, looking at someone who was truly important to him. And the feeling of being that person for him, of being relevant to the point where he brought a box of pastries directly from Hungary to satisfy her stupid pregnancy cravings, made her eyes fill with tears.

— Cassie? Are you okay?

— Yeah — she sniffed, running her fingers over her cheek — I’m okay, just...

Placing his hand over hers, concern was evident in Toto's eyes.

— Isn't that what you wanted?

— No… I mean, yes, it's what I wanted, just — Cassie's voice trailed off — It's really good. Better than I imagined.

The team principal smiled, his thumb stroking the back of her hand.

— I'm glad you like it, Cassie — Toto said — I was really upset after hearing you crying on the phone.

— I'm sorry about that — she said, looking down at the half-eaten pastry in her hand.

— No, there's no reason to apologize, my angel. I’ve read about the cravings pregnant women get and, like I said, I'm here for both of you — he assured, placing his other hand on her belly — And if our Ingrid wants chocolate snails, she'll have them, no matter what. I insist on that.

Staring into his eyes, Cassie could hear her own pulse in her ears, as well as a strange sensation in her abdomen. It was a kind of spasm, very different from the butterflies she used to feel when she was with Toto. When the feeling suddenly stopped, she realized what had happened.

And her eyes filled with tears again, this time, with joy.

— Cassie? — Toto asked softly.

Placing his hand in the exact spot on her belly, it only took a few seconds for the spasm to repeat itself. Toto looked down at her abdomen, seeming to process what had just happened.

— You felt that?

Toto looked up with wide eyes.

—That was…

— It's her — Cassie smiled, feeling — She's moving.

An incredulous laugh escaped his lips.

— Mein kleines Mädchen — Toto murmured, staring at Cassie's belly again, as if he could see Ingrid's little face through her skin. Then, he knelt in front of her— Dir gefielen die Süßigkeiten so gut, dass du dich entschieden hast, vorbeizukommen?

Feeling some strange impulse, Cassie brought her hand to the top of Toto’s head without thinking about it, stroking her fingers through his hair.

— Was für ein verspieltes kleines Mädchen du bist, Ingrid. Ich kann es kaum erwarten, Sie hier bei uns zu haben und unsere Tage in pure Freude zu verwandeln — he continued. After a new flutter, the two looked at each other, the tears in their eyes speaking much more than any words.

A few seconds later, he stood up and wrapped Cassie in a tight hug, pressing her head against his chest. The silence in the apartment's dining room carried a tranquility that was impossible to describe, at least in her view. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed the warmth of Toto's arms and his calm breathing, interrupted by the occasional sniffle.

This was the peace she had sought all her life.

— Thank you — Cassie whispered. The word made Toto pull away slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

— For what? — he questioned.

— For the pastries.

— You know it was the least I could do for you, right? — Toto said, a mischievous smile on his lips — I'm here to support you in everything, it's my commitment to you and Ingrid.

— And that's why I'm thanking you. For being by my side from the beginning, when Ingrid was just a dream of mine — she said — I don't think I'll ever be able to thank you enough for getting into this with me, despite all of the hassle, the appointments -

Cassie's voice cracked. It still felt a little surreal that they had made it, that they were actually going to have a daughter together. But the slight flutter in her belly was proof enough that there was a little girl growing inside Cassie.

— And I would do it all again.

— Would you?

— Yes — Toto said, nodding — I would go through all the exams, all the conversations, all the stages of our legal agreement, all the bureaucratic procedures...

— Even the night we conceived her?

The silence that followed after Cassie's question was different from the one that had enveloped their embrace. Toto stared at her with an unreadable expression, as if he was thinking about what he would say to her.

— Well, yes — he replied, then added — Especially considering we wouldn't have Ingrid here if it weren't for what happened that night. Furthermore, if it hadn't happened, we would probably have had to continue with the insemination process and we would have run the risk of new failures, new frustrations...

Disappointment grew within Cassie as Toto continued babbling about how the process of continuing to try to have a baby artificially would probably have worn them both out. She knew that question had been risky, especially considering the particularly unknown territory they were exploring together.

However, there was a part of Cassie that wished Toto had responded that she would get through this because he liked her and wanted to take the next step, but those hopes were being dashed as he talked.

“How am I going to be happy like this, Toto?”, she thought, while he kissed her forehead again.

— Now I need to go, I have some things to organize at home and some emails to answer — he said, taking a step back.

— Are you sure? — Cassie stammered — I can make us something to eat, or we could order something...

— I don't want to keep you any more busy than necessary, and besides, you need to rest. You’re at the office tomorrow, right?

— Yes, I am — she murmured, almost disinterested — Getting things ready for the summer shutdown.

— Do you have any plans? — Toto asked, his hand still resting on the side of her belly.

— Well, I'm thinking about going to see my aunt in Chichester...

— Ah, Simone, right? — he smiled, confident that he had gotten it right.

— It's Sybil, Toto — Cassie laughed — And yes, that’s the one. She’s the only family I really talk to, aside from my sister. I don't even know where Aunt Penelope lives and you know that my father's family was never very affectionate with me, so it doesn't make sense to talk to them.

Toto’s gaze softened.

— They have no idea what they're missing.

— A real nuisance, my grandfather Albert would say.

— An extraordinary woman — he corrected her, before approaching and placing a kiss on her forehead again, accompanied by a hug — I’ll see you tomorrow?

— As always — Cassie replied, forcing a smile.

— Perfect — Toto said, before bending down slightly — Wir sehen uns auch morgen, okay? Ich liebe dich, mein kleines Mädchen.

Cassie walked him out of the apartment, and he hugged her again. As she closed the door, she spent a few seconds in silence, his warmth still present in the places where he had touched her body so tenderly. Placing her hands on her own belly, she tried to replicate the way he caressed her, feeling the first movements of their daughter, the child who would bond them forever.

The constant reminder that she was too difficult to love.

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ROUGH JENSEN COMING UP.

J: do you have an answer for me?

: not yet.

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J: it's been two days, I'm growing old here?

: here's something you've probably never been told before... be patient.

J: you're right, I've never been told that, I'm used to getting what I want... and I want this arrangement, and I want it with you.

: must get boring..

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J: four days now, have you thought anymore about it?

I sighed reading Jensen's text.

He was persistent that's for sure.

I haven't seen him since he dropped me off the other day but he's been texting me ever since. He was used to getting everything he wanted, and something told me he's never had to pursue a woman before. I bit my lip before typing a reply.

: yeah I've thought about it, and it's been fun....

I waited for Jensen to reply but it never came.

I felt a little guilty about sending that. Of course I was joking. But he was going to have to work a little harder.

I sighed before grabbing my computer to work on the edits for next months pictures. Gray gave me a raise, appointing me the official senior editor for the magazine. I've been avoiding him at work when I can, still feeling slightly uncomfortable from our conversation a few days ago, although he hasn't said anything bizarre since.

Stella and Matt have been seeing each other everyday now so she's been more absent lately. She didn't pry too much about Jensen. She can just sense when things aren't okay with me.

I tried my best to continue editing but my mind was too distracted. A loud pounding on our door pulled me out of my trance. I hopped up off the floor, sauntering over to the it.

It was probably just Stella forgetting her key like always.

I opened the door, shocked to find Jensen standing on the other side. He pushed in running a hand over his chin, huffing in frustration.

"uh come in.'" I laughed.

He turned to me, a scolding but lustful look on his face.

"It's been fun really?" He asked approaching me.

I bit my lip smirking up at him.

Boy could I really push his buttons.

He leaned down whispering in my ear.

"Let me just remind you how fun it is."

Before I could respond Jensen pushed me up against the wall, his lips attacking my neck. He roughly sucked on a spot making a gasp escape my lips.

"is this fun?" He asked before kissing my jaw roughly.

His hands went under my shirt, practically ripping it away from my body.

I forgot how good he was at this.

I moaned, my hands finding the buttons of his dress shirt, hungrily undoing them. I slipped his shirt off, biting my lip at his toned chest. My bra was the next thing to go. He immediately kissed down to my breasts while his hands worked my leggings down my legs.

"are you having fun yet?" He growled.

"hmm not yet" I pushed.

I could see his jaw clench at my words.

He picked me up setting me on the counter before pushing me back flat. He ripped my underwear at the side causing them to fall away.

Fuck he was strong.

His head dipped down between my legs, his breath fanning over my heat.

"Jensen Please." I begged.

At my words he peppered kisses all around my core, using his tongue to enhance the pleasure. I found my hands make their way to his hair, tugging on the ends. Moans fell from my lips as he worked his tongue on me devouring me hungrily. He inserted two fingers, working them in and out roughly.

"is it fun now?"

As he said that he pushed his fingers in deeper making me omit a breathy moan.

"so fucking fun" I said between breaths.

Jensen stood up stripping his jeans and boxers. Without warning he picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist, lowering me on to him. I whimpered at the contact, forgetting how big he was.

He carried me over to the couch, laying us down.

He pulled out before slamming in to me roughly. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in to his skin. His thrusts getting more rough with each snap of his hips. I could feel the anger rolling off of him as he groaned.

"fuck what are you doing to me?" Jensen questions as his thrusts start to become sloppy signifying he's close to his release.

"Jensen please." I panted nearing my release as well.

A few more snaps of his hips had Jensen and I both exploding with pleasure. He collapses on top of me, laying his head on my chest, trying to slow his breathing. I put my hands in his hair absentmindedly playing with it.

"I meant it" He said glancing up at me.

I gave him a confused look.

"what the hell are you doing to me?" He asked.

"making you work for it." I said biting my lip.

He sighed bringing his head back down to rest on my chest.

"why don't you kiss on the lips?" I asked him.

He shifted uncomfortably before raising his head again.

"it's uh an intimacy thing for me." He said simply without explanation.

"you have kissed someone before though right?"

"yes, one person."

"and..?" I pushed trying to get him to elaborate.

He was quiet for a minute.

"I uh should get going." He said pushing off of me and standing up.

I quickly sat up too.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." I said biting my lip.

Jensen was a private guy, I quickly figured out he didn't let many people in on what goes on in his head. He was closed off emotionally. I felt bad for pushing him, but I was trying hard to understand why he was the way that he was.

"It's not because of that." He assured running his hand down my cheek.

"but you don't want to talk about it."

"no I don't." He said sternly.

He grabbed his boxers and jeans pulling them back over his thick thighs.

"okay fine, we don't have to, but that doesn't mean you have to leave.. you could stay the night?" I questioned hopeful.

Jensen had something about him that made me want him around, even if this meant a little more to me than it did to him.

"I told you, I don't sleep with anyone."

It was like as soon as we took one step forward we took two steps back at the same time.

"but I'll be around to get you tomorrow for Jared's dinner." He said finishing the buttons on his shirt.

"wait you want me to go?"

"he invited you didn't he." Jensen said leaning over to place a kiss on my forehead.

I bit my lip nodding while watching him walk to the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said giving me a small smile before walking out.

I groaned throwing my head back against the sofa.

What the hell did I get myself in to?

One minute Jensen was amazing, and the next he could be completely closed off.

I heard my phone ringing from the end table. I picked it up seeing mom flashing on the screen. I hadn't talked to her since everything with Jensen started, being so preoccupied, I neglected her.

"hey mama, sorry I've been preoccupied." I said answering.

I just needed to hear her voice.

"I've heard you got a new friend?" She questioned.

"how'd you... Stella?"

"she actually picks up the phone when I call, but I want to let you know I'm happy for you, although I would've much rather heard it from you." She said cheerily.

"I'm sorry mama." I said feeling the emotions wash over me.

I could feel the tears brim around my eyes. My emotions were on overload. I was so confused about how I felt.

"he is making you happy isn't he darling?"

"yeah mama, it's just complicated." I said wiping a stray tear that escaped.

"love is never easy baby." she comforted.

I missed her voice, her soothing words.

"I miss you mama."

"well you know you're always welcome here baby, that's actually what I was calling you about, I'd like you to come out to California, there's uh somebody I want you to meet."

"somebody to meet?" I inquired.

"Richard." she spoke softly.

"you met someone?" I beamed happy for her.

It had been a long time since she seemed this happy. Dad took a big piece of her with him when he died.

"at the country club, he's uh really good for me, and I wanted you to meet him."

"I'd be happy to mom, how about this weekend?"

"it's a date! just remember my love, you're amazing, and if this guy is right for you, things will work out, and if he's not well you owe it to yourself to take care of you." she said going in to mom mode.

"I love you mama, I can't wait to meet Richard."

"I love you too baby."

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I sighed fixing my hair in the mirror. Jensen would be here any minute to pick me up and I was a nervous wreck. I was going to be in Jared Padalecki's house with some of the cast from Supernatural. I groaned, as I couldn't get this piece of my hair to lay just right.

"need some help with that?" Stella asked me standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

"please." I pouted.

she came over fixing my part in my hair, laying the pieces flat.

"there, now some lipgloss and you'll be good to go." she said uncapping her favorite gloss, swiping it on my lips.

"thanks, Stell" I whispered pulling her in for a hug.

"of course, it's not everyday my best friend gets to hang out with a bunch of celebrities." she smirked.

"I'm so nervous I think I'm going to be sick." I whispered looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"I mean I could totally go in your place, Jared is a total snack." Stella said laughing.

"hmm too bad he's married, and you're taken." I said joining in her laughter.

our doorbell rang, signaling Jensen had arrived. I could feel the nerves creeping up again.

"relax, everything will be fine." Stella whispered pushing me towards the door.

I opened it, seeing Jensen in a dress shirt and jeans. He took in my appearance giving me a smile.

"ready to go?"

"uh not really, but yeah." I said laughing.

Jensen grabbed my hand, offering Stella a quick wave. He of course brought the bright red ferrari. He opened the door for me allowing me to slip in.

"so when you said some of the cast of supernatural will be there, how many are we talking?" I asked nervously fidgeting.

"just me, Jared, Misha, both Mark's Jeff, Richard, and Genevieve of course. He shrugged.

"and who do they think I am?" I questioned, unsure of what I should introduce myself as.

"my date."

I couldn't fight the smile that made its way on to my face.

It was quite the drive to Jared's place but it was peaceful. I felt the nerves calm but immediately resurface as we pulled in to his driveway. His house was beautiful, nowhere as big as Jensen's but beautiful nevertheless.

"are you sure I should be going in there?" I asked nervously fidgeting.

I wasn't sure I belonged at this get together.

"relax, we're just regular people." Jensen said getting out of the car.

"believe me there's nothing regular about you." I whispered under my breath.

I hesitantly got out of the car meeting Jensen's side. He grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers and giving my hand a squeeze. It did calm my nerves a bit. Jared met us at the door followed by his wife.

"was worried you forgot about me again." Jared joked hugging Jensen.

"(y/n), nice to see you again." Jared said surprising me with a hug.

"how are you Jensen?" Genevieve asked hugging him.

"and you must be (y/n), I'm Genevieve, it's lovely to meet you." she said smiling and giving me a hug too.

she was so sweet, no wonder the fans loved her.

"come on in, the rest of guys are already here." Jared said smiling.

I put on a brave face masking my nerves. Jensen was met with hugs by each of his former cast mates. I stood off to the side.

okay I definitely didn't belong here.

"and who's this pretty young thing?"

"this is (y/n), my date." Jensen introduced.

"what's wrong with her? darling don't you know this man's a dumbass?"

I choked back a laugh as Jensen rolled his eyes.

"I'm Jeffery, you can call me Jeff." He introduced, placing a kiss to my hand.

Of course I already knew who he was, I didn't want to come off as creepy though.

"nice to meet you." I smiled.

"can I just say you have a beautiful smile." He complimented.

I could see Jensen roll his eyes again.

"alright, we're good here Jeff." Jensen said grabbing my hand and pulling me away from him.

I laughed looking back at Jeff to see him smirking.

"you know he's just trying to get under your skin right?" I asked glancing up at Jensen.

"yeah well it's working.." he huffed.."come on I want you to meet Misha."

I made my way around talking to each of the guys there. Misha, Jared, and Jeff were my favorite by far, the way they teased Jensen made me laugh. I was definitely more calm now.

Jensen was right they were just regular people at the end of the day. I was sipping on a glass of wine while Misha and Jared teased Jensen some more.

"hey (y/n), could you give me some help with something quickly?" Genevieve asked from the kitchen.

Jensen gave me a wary look as I walked to her.

"of course how can I help."

"could you help me set the table for dinner?" she asked sweetly.

"I'd love too."

I grabbed some plates and silverware starting to set them out on the table.

"It's so refreshing to see Jensen bring somebody around, he never really does." she said setting glasses filled with water and wine glasses on the table.

Wow. I felt my pulse increase, the heat go to my cheeks.

"really, never?" I asked still in shock.

"he's a complex guy." she said laughing.

"you can say that again." I said laughing too.

our laughter quieted down, our focus going back to setting the table.

"but he's a good guy, yah know underneath all that hostility and complexity." she spoke up.

I nodded my head agreeing with her. I've seen it myself. It's just pulling it out of him is the hard part.

"and you must be pretty special for him to bring you around." she added.

I bit my lip blushing as we finished setting the table. I was about to respond when Jensen and Jared walked in the dining room.

"we heard laughing, what are you plotting?" Jared asked wrapping his arms around Gen, kissing her lips.

Jensen grabbed my hand once again intertwining our fingers.

"no plotting, I was just telling (y/n) how refreshing it is to see Jensen with a woman, we haven't since.." Genevieve started but Jared quickly cut her off.

"I'm starving baby, dinner ready yet?" He asked sneaking a glance at Jensen, but of course I saw it.

"uh yeah, everyone have a seat." she called.

I couldn't help the uneasy feeling that washed over me. Jensen clearly didn't want me to know about his past. The question was why? Also did everyone in the room know but me? Jensen and I took our seats, I dropped his hand, bringing both hands to my lap.

"problem?" Jensen whispered in my ear.

"not at all." I lied easily.

Jensen looked as if he didn't believe me. He instead placed a hand on my knee slowly sliding it up under my dress to my thigh.

"so (y/n), what do you do?" Misha asked taking a bite of his salmon Gen had prepared.

"I'm a photographer, and now senior editor for a magazine." I said smiling as I nibbled on the asparagus.

"ooh so you can totally help me with my social media game." Genevieve said laughing.

"yeah I would be happy to."

"so Jensen said you lived in Laredo, do you live there with your family?" Misha asked a follow up question.

"uh no, I live with my roommate Stella. My dad passed away when I was a little girl, and my mom lives in California. I'm actually planning on going out this weekend to see her.” I said giving him a smile.

I could feel Jensen's grip on my thigh get tighter. Dinner conversation was thankfully deflected away from me. I noticed that Jensen was unnaturally quiet for the rest of the meal.

"problem?" I whispered in his ear, in the same tone he'd taken with me earlier.

He only squeezed my thigh as a response, listening to Mark Sheppard who was telling a story.

"who's ready for dessert?" Genevieve asked when Mark was done with his story.

"would you please excuse us for a second?" Jensen asked standing up and grabbing my hand to pull me up.

I allowed him to pull me out of the house in to the driveway. He started walking down the dirt path pulling me with him quickly.

"Jensen slow down, I can't go that fast in these shoes." I said trying my best not to trip over my feet.

Jensen picked me up throwing me over his shoulder. I gasped as he continued to walk down the path. Once we were away from the house he set me down turning to me.

"what was all that?" I questioned fixing my dress.

"how come you didn't tell me about California." He growled.

wait was he seriously mad at me right now?

"wait are you mad about that?"

"yes I'm mad!" He yelled.

"woah, you have no right to be mad at me okay." I huffed crossing my arms.

"yeah I do, you're keeping things from me."

"oh you're one to talk Jensen." I scoffed.

"that's different." He defended.

"so you're allowed to keep all these secrets but as soon as I don't tell you something you get all pissy?" I growled, glaring at him.

Jensen stayed quiet staring at me.

"and then you do this, you completely shut down on me. why do you keep pushing me away? what are you so afraid of?" I asked putting a hand to his cheek.

He flinched at my touch.

"Jensen I'm really trying here, but I need more." I said biting my lip.

"what like hearts and flowers, I'm sorry that's not me." He said turning away from me.

I walked around so I was standing in front of him again.

"I don't care about hearts and flowers, I just want you to be honest with me."

Jensen was quiet again as he stared at me.

"you're right, I have no reason to be mad, it's not like we're dating." He said turning to walk back to the house.

I sighed feeling a tear slip down my cheek.

one step forward. ten steps back.

Author Note:

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Part (VI)

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idcbabyialreadylostmymind · 1 year

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Fuck away the pain

Pairing- Jake Sully x f!reader

Summary- Tsu’tey up and left you one day and what other way than Jake letting you use him to fuck away the pain.

Warnings- Using sex as a coping mechanism kinda, using people for sex but the other person knows your using them, fingering, p in v, hickeys, just a little bit of angst, crying (a lot of it), the L word

A/N- omg tessa making an actual fic instead of just talking about it 🫢 okay but i actually love this

Jake watched as you downed another drink, it had been your fourth and he hadn't seen you eat anything that day, or the days before. He saw the way you glared daggers into Tsu'tey and his new mate. He always suspected that something was going on with you and Tsu'tey but never this. He made his way over to you holding his own cup of nectar. ''Hey baby.'' He said giving you a sweet smile, Jake was always sweet to you, always giving you flowers, presents, he called you baby even though you had protested because you were not a baby.

''Hello JakeSully.'' You say looking at him yellow irises dazed and tearful and your cheeks deeper in color than the rest of you. ''You okay?'' He asks as the tears pooled at the bottom of your eyes threatening that if you blink once again they'll fall. It seemed you were fighting to tell him something before taking another sip of the cup, ''I don't see the issue in telling you.'' You begin to say as the many flee back to their home leaving you and Jake alone.

''Me and Tsu'tey had relations.'' You say and he nods confused on why you would tell him this now that Tsu'tey was mated. ''All the way up until two days ago.'' You say and Jake understands now you, just like everyone else in the clan had no idea that Tsu'tey would ask Ninat to be his mate, and then the tears spill, drinking the last of the nectar you put the cup down. ''And now all I feel is this pain, this ache within me that won't go away, I just want it to go away.'' You cry in Jake's arms.

He soothes you by rubbing circles on your back. ''It's okay baby, its okay.'' He coos into your ear as you climb into his lap his big, strong arms hold your sides as your jagged breaths move with his shallow ones. You look at him and you finally realize what would keep the pain at bay. It seemed Jake got the message too as he saw the way you stared at him, ''You can take it out on me.'' He whispers and you slam your lips into his, teeth clashing as your hips move in motion against his groin. ''Show me where it hurts, baby.'' Jake said pulling from the kiss moving to your neck, he sucked deep marks into your blue skin, his large fingertips going over them.

Grabbing his hand you bring it down to your covered cunt. The material so thin you could feel the heat from his hand against your core, you couldn't stop yourself from getting off on his hand. His unused hand untied your loincloth from your sides and tail he pulls his hand away earning a whine and he smiles as he places his fingers in between your soaked folds, yelping at the action which soon turned into a low purr when he moved them, playing with your clit, your hips moved in sync with his fingers, your thighs trembled as you felt a coil in you tummy. You were close, so close. Pressing your hips down harder you open your mouth sweet whines leaving you. Jake changes his pattern when he touches the right spot, circling your clit over again he holds your top between his teeth watching your tits jiggle every time you ground yourself against his hand. And finally it happens, you came so hard you thought you'd never come down, you heard the voices of angles ring through your ears, your vision clouded with lust, your hips stopped moving as your pussy throbbed against his hand. After you get off and down on your knees and Jake stops you from undoing his loincloth. ''You don't have to baby.'' He replies and you smile at the nickname rather than protest than usual. ''C'mere lets get you home and cleaned up.'' He said helping you up to your feet and back home.

After that night you and Jake were attached by the hip, you told him what happened with Tsu'tey, how he and you used to have sex all the time, after hunts, in the mornings, days, and nights. You told him how you loved Tsu'tey and how Tsu'tey told you he loved you too. And you told him the pain you felt when you saw Tsu'tey kiss Ninat in front of the entire clan claiming they had mated in front of Eywa. And so Jake saw how you felt, he saw how better you felt after he helped you get off, and so he let you use him. It's not like he minded.

Stepping on your tippy toes you kiss him and he kisses you back, this time it was different, more passion. You stumbled onto the bed taking your top off, Jake was quick to follow reaching behind himself to undo his loincloth from his tail, he took it off throwing it across the room. He watches you shed the loincloth that hid the place he really, really wanted to get to.

You look at him as you place your loincloth down, your knees inward covering most of you, and when your eyes meet his the lust in his eyes shot straight down to your heat, opening your legs Jake could have sworn his heart stopped right there. Sure you two have had sex but something this time was different but you couldn't place it. Jake shuffled in between your legs, his length hit your wet lips. He looked into your eyes as he grabbed his pulsating cock, dipping the tip between your folds, stimulating your clit with the mushroom tip. Lapping against your pussy lower and lower until he makes it to your entrance, it throbbed against his dick. Wanting him to impale you, to fuck the pain away. Slowly he stretches you open, every inch of him spliting you open til you felt like you couldn't anymore but you did until he bottomed out in you his balls resting snuggly against your ass.

''Jake,'' you said and he looked up at you. ''Move.'' You quietly pleaded and he nodded as he brings his cock half way out before thrusting back into you making your moan turn into a borderline scream, kissing your open mouth the moans turned into whimpers as your hips moved in sync with his thrust, a quiet ‘pat pat pat’ went through the home as Jake pulled from the kiss and shallow breaths and whines left you. Lifting your hips up angling his cock in a different position, he was hitting your sweet spot every thrust, he knew you were close the way you squirmed under him, the way your nails dig into his back, the way you counted his name over and over again like it was the only thing you knew, amd Eywa save him he loved it, no he loved you.

It may have been the sex, it may have been the nearing climax, but the next words that left his mouth he had no control over, “I love you Y/N, I love you.” he said squeezing his eyes close as he felt the clenching walls of your cunt and you gushing around him as he emptied his load into you. He opened his eyes and he saw you with tears in your eyes. Pushing him off you get up wiping yourself off and wiping your tears away, “Y/N wait—“ He says but you pull your top over your head and fix yourself leaving him behind and regretful.

It would be days before Jake would see you again. And anytime you would see him you would go in a different direction.

You wished he wouldn’t have told you, that he would have left things the way things were. But life is never that easy, unfortunately. You tried to fight the feelings that began to grow for Jake, but when he just had to say the L word you couldn't fight it. You have never felt this way about anyone, not even Tsu’tey. You thought you loved him but you've been wrong before. But you couldn’t, truly, you couldn’t hurt like you hurt with Tsu’tey so you decided you would distance yourself from him until he forgot or moved on with you.

But there was no real way Jake could move on from you. From that night after the party you moved Jake's world around and for the first time he's loved someone and he didn't want to lose it, lose you.

He knew you were the one that was lookout tonight so he waited, lighting a few candles to keep him up, finally you came through. He was halfway asleep but the sound of your voice whispering his name and your soft hands shaking his shoulder. “Are you awake?” You ask and he looks at you answering your question. A large part of you begged to stay but you ignored it as you began to walk away. Soon stopped as Jake's hand wrapped around your wrist bringing you in front of him.

“Jake—“ you said and he shushes you wrapping his arms around you burying his face into you inhaling your scent. It was a minute before he spoke but when he did it was quiet and small.

“I know, I know just use me one more time, fake it like you love me please.” He says and you hear the sadness in his voice and the wetness of his tears that began to fall. It hurt you that you made him feel how you fought so hard not to feel, holding the sides of his face pulling it up and hus his teary eyes looking up at you, “Show me where it hurts baby.” You whisper and more tears fall from him. “Everywhere.” he whispers and you tilt your head and give him a kiss.

The saltiness of his tears spilt into the kiss as your tongue played with his, lifting you onto his lap he broke the kiss but your lips still touched lightly. You wiped his tears away kissing both sides of his face, your right hand reached between the two of you, removing his loincloth only left hanging on one side, pumping his cock in your palm, fondling his heavy balls in one hand. After you deemed him ready enough you pulled your own loincloth to the side lifting your hips he helped guide his length down to your entrance one hand on your hip helping your balance.

And then your hips melted down to meet him, groaning at your warm velvet walls that engulfed him. Jake held your face pressing his lips into yours, kissing you, a kiss that says “I love you, I will always love you.” Pulling away from the kiss you had tears in your own eyes as your hips moved against his. his thumb found its way against your clit, hitting it everytime you bounced on him.

He was so lost in the beauty of you and he really ddint care anymore he chanted, “I love you, I love you.” Every thrust, every hit of your g-spot, every clench around him and the tears fell from both you and him. “I love you too Jake, love you so so much.” you cry looking at him and as your eyes meet his cum coats your insides and your orgasm wash over you, your mouth hoes open but not once did you dare close your eyes maintaining eye contact with the man in front of you.

After a minute you stayed together basking in each other not knowing what to do other than just be.

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lizzieislife94x · 5 months

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Mile High Club (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

Just a little update to keep the stories up to date I only started writing like 5 days ago but for some reason I enjoy writing g!p don't know why but I hope you enjoy if you don't only way to fix it is by messaging me YOUR requests what you would like to read but until then y'all have to deal with what my imagination creates lmaooo. Anyway enjoy 😉 (sorry just keeping what was already wrote bc im copy and pasting)

Y/ns POV:

"Uggggh how long is left until we arrive wanda I feel like we've been up here for 8 hours" I groan at the annoyed looking witch across from me, she just gives me a death stare "y/n shut up I don't want to be here anymore than you do I'd rather be doing literally anything else than this we've only been in the air 40 minutes and I swear if you don't shut up I will throw you out this jet I'm not dealing with your whining for the next 7 hours, go entertain yourself or sleep I don't really care just do it away from me" she spits out and I feel a mixture of emotions the strangest is turned on when she yells at me or gives me a death stare it makes me feel some kinda way I'm not gonna lie I purposely annoy her at times to get a reaction because its such a turn on, we've both been on the avengers for like 3 years now and we never really liked each other I don't dislike her but we never really got to know each other to like each other so it kind of went from there I think that's why the team sent just me and her because they can't bare to be in the same room as us when we bicker never mind trapped in metal bird for 7 hours, I shake my head getting out of my thoughts and let out a frustrated sigh "fine you stay up here I'm going to go lay down I don't wanna be here either I'd rather be at a bar having fun drinking and potentially hooking up with someone than behere I don't know why fury put us on this stupid mission" I say with attitude as I storm away not giving her time to reply.

3 hours later

I continued to toss and turn like I have been the last few hours I can't seem to fall asleep then an idea pops into my head I bite my lip and slide my hand down my sweat pants and panties letting out a low moan at the contact I slowly start to rub circles on my clit teasing myself as the thought of Wanda pops into my head I can't lie but every time I need to get off I can't help but think of her nothing else seems to work I continue to tease my clit before sliding my hand out and taking off my sweats and panties mhh much better I slide my hand back down to my pussy and close my eyes continuing the teasing of my clit fuck this feels good, I slide my 2 fingers into my already dripping cunt and begin to thrust slowly letting out moans getting lost in the pleasure "oh fuck Wanda yessss right there don't stop" I moan completely forgetting where I am I don't notice due to the amazing feeling I'm bring myself "fuck fuck I'm so bad I need you to put me in my place daddy"

I instantly freeze when I hear a snicker I know to well and I don't dare open my eyes fuck fuck fuck "eyes on me y/n" she states as her accent creeps through this isn't happening I open my eyes and look up at a smug Wanda and my eyes instantly catch her huge bulge in her sweats holy fuck, I pull my fingers out and close my legs and mumble breathless "what are you doing here a little privacy please" she smirks and bites her lip "I wouldn't have bothered until I heard you moan my name that caught my interest so I came over and heard you moaning about how much of a bad girl you where and you wanted me to put you in place so here I am princess spread those legs for daddy let me see that pretty pussy" I instantly open my legs for her fuck why do I feel the need to do as she says, she walks over to the bed biting her lip as she removes her clothes and the minute she removes her boxers my mouth falls open she's huge Holy shit "suck" she commands and I comply crawling over to her and biting lip, I take hold of her hard member and she let's out a moan, fuck that was hot I lower my head and tease her tip with my tounge wanting more of those sweet sweet moans and it works I slide more of her into my mouth trying to get all of her in, I start gagging and feel tears run down my cheek as she pulls out of me

"oh y/n well work on that don't worry princess the key is to breath through your nose but we'll get there" I blush as she pushes me back to lay down and climbs between my legs she wastes no time in attacking my clit and the sounds that leave my mouth I don't recognise no girl has made me feel like this let alone in the space of 30 seconds I continue to moan getting louder as she slides 3 fingers into my waiting cunt fuckkkkk "shit daddy don't stop I'm so fucking close" I beg and feel her smirk into my cunt after a few more thrusts of her magical fingers I cum with a scream of her name "fuck y/n that was so fucking sexy, I can't wait to fuck that attitude out of you do you have any condoms" she breaths out clearly turned on "fuck I don't but I could always take plan B tomorrow or you could pull o.." I'm interrupted by Wanda shh'ing me while teasing my entrance with her soild member "oh no babygirl I won't be pulling out I want to fill your needy little cunt, we can get plan B" I moan and nod fuck that was sexy my thoughts are wiped when she bottoms out inside my tight cunt as a silent scream falls from my mouth hers to by the looks of it she stays still for a second looking into my eyes and I nod letting her know its ok to move, I instinctively wrap my legs around her pulling her closer and crash my lips against hers in a bruising kiss I don't fight her I let her invade my mouth with her tounge both of us moaning into each others mouths as her thrusts get faster and harder hitting my gspot over and over I break away from the kiss and moan "I'm.. fuck I'm gonna cum" she smirks and switches positions putting my legs over her shoulders so she can get deeper and holy shit I've never felt anything like this "don't stop daddy" I moan into her ear as she pounds my needy pussy till I cum all over her cock as my eyes roll and a string of words leave my mouth she slows her thrusts to help me through my orgasm "such a good girl you done so well for me baby, but we're not done" she smirks biting her lip pulling out of me and I whimper feeling so empty without her inside me, she gets up and helps me up walking into the main sitting area and pushes me against the wall spreading my legs "fuck Wanda I need you" and before I know it she's deep inside my tight cunt again groaning into my ear "fuck princess just like that you take my cock so well" I close my eyes moaning at the immense pleasure building up "fuck daddy I want you to fill me please" she starts pounding into me tightening her grip on my waist I know she's close I feel her twitching inside me so I start meeting her thrusts both of us chasing our highs "I'm gonna cum y/n" I moan feeling her thrusting harder and faster than before "me too daddy cum inside me "I moan out loud and I think that sent her over the edge because I feel her shooting her load deep inside me which sends me over the edge.

Fuck that was amazing after we both get ready I look over at her and smirk "I've wanted to do that for so long" she glares at me "I'm not even sorry why do you think I push your buttons so much because your so fucking sexy when you look at me like you're going to kill me" she just giggles and gives me a genuine smile I've never seen. I smirk and bite my lip "guess I can say I'm part of the milehigh club" she laughs and nods in agreement fuck her laugh is actually beautiful

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you want anything specific let me know lovely people, all feedback welcome if you enjoy It if you don't I don't mind haha word count for this chapter is close to 1.6k

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biancadjarin · 1 year

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modern!toxic!fuckboy!eddie has completely taken over my brain thanks to @newlips and @carolmunson they’re both so amazing plz go read their stuff first!!

this has been on my mind for a few days so… here we are 🫡 ⌚️

18+ warnings: mentions of drugs, sexual situations, shoplifting, cursing. Reader is needy and delusional. Eddie is manipulative.

You sit on Eddie’s lap as he focuses on rolling a blunt, your thighs straddling either side of his. He sprinkles the sticky green buds so haphazardly you watch as probably a gram’s worth spills out of the cigar paper and onto the couch beneath the two of you. “Occupational hazard.” he mumbles with a shrug as your hands come up to cradle beneath his to prevent more wasted weed. While his eyes focus on finishing up the blunt, he juts his chin up at you, signaling to you wordlessly what he wants you to do. You glance at his long pale neck, the fading pink and purple traces of an old hickey you didn’t give him staring back at you. You know Eddie sees other girls, he never hid that. But you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when you think of another girl’s lips on his skin. Eddie has a way of making you feel wanted, special, singular. And even though the little voice in your head is yelling at you to get a grip, he’s not worth the games he puts you through! You keep coming back for more.

You lean into him and begin to nibble at the warm skin of his neck, leaving lipgloss kisses and kitten licks that you softly blow cold air onto to watch the goosebumps erupt on his skin. A small moan plays deep in his throat, almost too quiet to hear, like he’s holding it in. Not wanting to make it obvious how easily you can make him fall apart. When your acrylic tipped fingers rake down his chest over his faded Corroded Coffin shirt and land on his pecs, you feel his heart thumping faster than it was a few minutes ago. If I could just prove to him how much he wants me, needs me, loves me then maybe it could always be like this. Just us. You think to yourself.

“Do you like that baby?” You ask him sweetly, fingers playing with the chain around his neck. “Uhh yeah.” He mumbles flatly. “Feels so good.” His placating should annoy you but it does the opposite. It just makes you more eager to please him. His fingers bring the blunt to his mouth to lick a stripe and he seals it, holding it between his lips as he reaches into his pocket for his phone. You continue making out with his neck, his unruly hair tickling your cheek. He lets out a snort as he reads his texts, the hand not holding his phone rubbing your back absentmindedly. Your brain tells you not to peek over your shoulder at his phone but your eyes wander to the lit up screen, his thumb typing quickly to reply to a message. The name at the top reads Daisy Hideout and the little circle image looks like lips wrapped around the head of Eddie’s- you look away with a shudder before you can examine the picture too closely. As Eddie answers a few more texts you roll your eyes and bite down a little too hard on the vein you’ve been sucking at, earning a fuck and hissed breath from him. “So are we gonna smoke now or what?” you ask, rolling your hips forward and pressing your crotch into his lap. He drops his phone to the side and smirks watching the way you press into him.

“Remember what I told you about being patient?” He teases you as his hands come up to grab your waist, pulling your torso into his face. “I don’t like being patient. Or sharing.” You reply. He shakes his head, sighing as he nuzzles his nose into the fabric of your shirt. Your hardened nipples poke through and he runs his lips over them, letting his nose bump into them as he switches back and forth. “We’ve gone over this y/n.” He begins, “Don’t start acting like I’m your boyfriend because I’m not.” You let out a soft whine and snatch the blunt from his lips. He rests a hand on your hip while he leans over to grab his lighter and ashtray. You inhale as he flicks the lighter to the end of the blunt, tip burning and sizzling a cherry red. He watches the smoke drift out of your nose while his hands continue to roam your body. His right hand bumps into something bulky in your backpocket. His eyebrows pull together as he looks at you questioningly.

“Well then if you’re not my boyfriend, maybe I shouldn’t give you your gift.” You say swatting his hand away. He narrows his eyes at you, “What gift?” He asks as he takes the blunt and inhales. “The thing you showed me at the pawn shop last week…” His eyes go wide as he readjusts you on his lap, sitting up straighter and reaching for your pocket again. His hand slips in and pulls out the shiny silver watch. Your hearts racing with nerves and excitement just like it was the day you stole it. You’d never admit it but you kind of like stealing things. Especially for Eddie. And especially from greasy pawn shop owners who are so easy to distract with a little cleavage and hair twirling. Fuck it, it was probably a stolen Rolex to begin with.

“Holy shit holy shit.” He says as he drops the blunt into the ashtray. “You actually fucking stole this?” You nod with a small shrug, “You said you really wanted it.. d’ya like it?” “It’s a fucking Daytona Rolex of course I like it. And it has the platinum dials too shit.” Your cheeks warm as you watch him examine it closely. “Put it on.” you tell him as you take his hand in yours and help him latch it closed, perfectly fitting around his tattooed wrist. He turns his wrist in the light, little sparkles and rainbow bursts flickering across the two of your bodies. His impossibly warm brown eyes shimmer more than usual, the reflection of the diamonds in the watch making his irises look like a galaxy full of stars. “You.. you stole this.. for me?” he asks you quietly, voice filled with apprehension. You nod, “Of course. I wanted to show you how loyal I am. I hope this proves that.” you say, fingertips gently scratching underneath his chin, pulling him in for a soft kiss. “I’d do anything for you Eddie.”

Eddie looked at the beautiful girl sitting in his lap, her eyes filled with love and mind clouded with infatuation. He wasn’t thinking about this happening when he mentioned to her the Rolex sitting in the Hawkins Pawn Shop was at the top of his to buy list. But he’s happy at this turn of events. “Anything huh?” He has you exactly where he wants you.

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imhereforbrownies · 2 years

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Never been happier

Han Jisung/Reader

Summary: Jisung has been your best friend ever since your first year of college. However, what you feel for him is far away from just friendship. Once he asks his classmate out, you somehow realize, that it might be your last chance to confess your feelings and address something that he let slip while being drunk. Just some college!au best friends to lovers kind of stuff (I suck at summaries, sorry).

Warnings: a bit of angst, cursing, fluff, best friends to lovers, college!au, idiots in love, mutual pinning, slight slowburn, mentions of drinking, jealous!reader, jealous!Jisung, I didn’t really use any pronouns for Y/N so this should be for everyone (I hope), Lisa and Jennie of Blackpink make an appearance for no particular reason other than that I love them lol - I hope that’s all, let me know if I missed anything please~

Word count: 10k+ (I apologize again)

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Today was a shitshow.

First your stupid phone died in the middle of the night so you overslept, then you managed to pour your morning tea on yourself when you were hurrying to your first class, then you found out you forgot about an assignment you were supposed to turn in today. Fortunately your professor was kind enough to give you extra time to turn it in, extending it to today's midnight, so instead of spending afternoon with Jisung and the boys you were writing a paper on Sigmund Freud. You don't know exactly how you managed to put it together, but you did and now you are laying face down in your bed, absolutely drowned out, debating with yourself whether to go and make yourself second dinner as a treat or not. Suddenly your phone buzzes.

You groan out but reach for it anyways, turning your face to the side to see an incoming message from no one else than your best friend.

> Are you up?

You chuckle. As if he didn't know.

< Sure, what's up?

You know Jisung had something he wanted to share with you today and being the curious human you are you couldn't wait to hear it. But then you had to cancel your plans because of the assignment and it's fair to say it didn't really raise your spirits. Jisung's message gave you hope though. And when it takes mere seconds for him to text back, you know it means he really has something important to say, tension growing in your chest.

> You know Ha-na from my Music History class? I asked her out and she said yes.

You stare at the message, eyes widening, your heart hammering like crazy, the dull sound reverberating through your whole body, your breathing pausing for probably longer than it should. You feel as if someone slapped you.

> Are you there?

Jisung's second message snaps you out of your little stupor and with sweaty fingers and trembling heart you reply.

< Sure. That's great, dude.

Tears finally raise in your eyes as you realize what's going on. This is what he couldn't wait to share with you? This is why he was so smiley these days? Ha-na from his Music History class?

Oh, saying you feel like a dumbass is an understatement. Let's say that maybe, just maybe, a little part of you hoped that the reason for his smile was you, that maybe he really felt the same way you do and that maybe he finally wanted to confess to you officially. Guess not.

You stare dumbly at the screen, your chest filling with something heavy and dark, making your heart ache.

You know this is your fault in the first place. You were a coward just like your roommate Lisa said. You should've confessed to him a long time ago just as she instructed or at least confront him about what he said after Jeongin's birthday party but you were so afraid you'll ruin the friendship you two have that you eventually fully missed all your chances.

> I wanted to tell you today but since you were busy I thought I'll let you know like this.

You sigh softly, biting on your lip to hold back any sound that would dare to escape your lips, burning tears rolling down your cheeks. You thought today could not get worse yet here you are.

< You know it was schoolwork, it wasn't intentional.

You close your phone, throwing it away as you flip the sheets over your head, burying your face into the pillow as if it could swallow you up whole, your sorrows and regrets included.

This is how Lisa finds you about half of an hour later, returning from her late class with smile on her face that drops instantly when she sees you in your little cocoon. She knows that means no good.

"Hey there, Y/N! Not a good day?" She asks softly, putting down her bag and crossing the room to reach your bed. You don't reply at all, which makes Lisa frown a bit. She gently peels the covers off of your body just to find you already sleeping, crumpled tissues spread around your body, making Lisa's frown deepen as she carefully covers you with the blanket again. She contemplates whether to wake you up or not, when your phone buzzes softly. It takes a while for her to find it, the buzzing indicating a second incoming message helps her locate it in the feet of your bed, twisted in your sheets. She hesitates a moment, not wanting to intrude your privacy but all it takes is one look at you, the hurt painted over your features even in your sleep making her act before she could change her mind, her hands freeing your phone just to find at least ten unread messages from Jisung.

> I know, I didn't mean to make it sound harsh

> Are you still up?

> Y/N?

> Y/nnnnnnnn

> Are you mad at me?

> Did something happen?

> Did I do something wrong?

> Y/N???

> Is this because of Ha-na?

> I won't go out with her if you don't like her.

> Please, answer me.

As she reads through them she puts together a decent image of what happened, her eyes turning to you with mixture of sympathy and worry.

She knows that even though you might not admit it out aloud, what you feel to Jisung is much more than just a crush.

"Ah, Y/Nie," she murmurs, putting your phone on your bedside table. She sighs softly, deciding to let you sleep. She'll have enough time to discuss it with you tomorrow.

Or at least that's what she thought. But when Lisa wakes up the next morning you're already gone. It could be considered nothing out of ordinary if only your classes didn't start much later than hers today.

Lisa sits up in her bed and lets out an irritated huff, looking around the room to find out what's left of you here. You didn't take your bag nor your phone so she assumes you didn't head to school yet and that you rather wanted to hide away somewhere, which gives her no comfort at all. She reaches for her phone, determination flashing in her eyes. She won't leave it like this.

You sit underneath the blooming cherry tree in your favorite park, sipping your frappe as you stare at your old sneakers, mind wondering somewhere far far away, your surroundings being lost on you.

You woke up really early today, which is very unlike you, but you somehow couldn't fall asleep again, your mind constantly returning to Jisung's surprise announcement from yesterday and his words from months ago, ringing through your mind like and omen.

After spending about an hour rolling from one side to another in your bed, you decided to get up and head outside. That's what led you here. You needed some time to be alone and to think this through properly. Your feelings aren't raging inside you like yesterday, the sadness and anxiety make you feel numb now.

You mindlessly nibble at the straw, swaying your feet a little as you think about what you're going to do about this mess, when a pair of black sneakers and a skateboard appear in your vision, a shadow being casted over your form, forcing you to look up at the stranger. Your eyes meet his and you realize it's no stranger at all. It's Chan.

"Hey, Y/N," he greets you with a grin, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

"Hi, Chan," you manage a smile, moving a bit to make space for him on the bench and he takes your invitation, resting his skateboard on the side of it as he takes a seat, small smile on his lips.

"What are you doing here so early?" He asks, turning to you.

You know Chan approximately as long as you know Jisung. You met them during your first year of collage. You three took the same class and were assigned to make a project together. You clicked with them instantly and you stayed in each other's lives ever since. You often returned to those memories in your mind, looking back at those days with nothing but gratitude. Getting to spend time with them and the rest of the boys brought so much happiness into your life. Maybe that's why you were always so terrified to lose Jisung.

"Y/N?" Chan's worried voice takes you out of your head and you realize he asked you a question.

"Uhm, sorry. I- I just woke up early today and wanted to spend some time outside before my classes," you shrug, dropping your gaze back down to your sneakers.

"Are you sure that's it?" He nudges your shoulder with his gently, making your eyes snap back to him.

"What kind of question is that?" You raise your eyebrow at him, eyeing him suspiciously. Chan chuckles softly, scratching the back of his neck in what you recognize as nervous gesture.

"Lisa called me," he admits, making your features curve in confusion. Lisa did what? Why would she- oh.

"So you both know," you murmur and Chan hums in agreement softly.

You feel embarrassment creeping on you and so you just look down and sip your frappe. When you ignored Jisung's messages and cried yourself to sleep yesterday, you didn't expect anyone else to get to know about it. But here you are.

"So you are here on purpose. And here I thought that you finally crawled out of the cave you call studio to get some fresh air as a part of your self care routine or something," you mumble, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, you wish," Chan states, which makes your lips twitch into amused smirk.

"But for real, I'm here because I'm worried about you, Y/N. Both of you," he switches back to seriousness, all the teasing gone from his tone.

"Both of us?" You ask, your eyes finding his at the mention of Jisung.

"Yeah. He was really nervous to tell you about Ha-na, you know," he says softly and you can't help but frown.

"Why? What did he thought I'll do? Jesus, we are best friends for almost two years now. It's not like I'd get all-," you cut yourself off, realizing that what you're doing right now is exactly what you wanted to say you wouldn't do.

It's not like I'd get all jealous or something.

Yeah, sure.

Chan apparently catches up on your trail of thoughts and his hand finds yours, squeezing gently.

"He was just worried you won't like her, that's all. He really cares about your opinion," he states and you bite on your lower lip as harsh as you can, holding back tears.

"I don't even know who she is," you whisper when you're sure you can keep your emotions on leash.

"Really? I thought-," this time it's Chan who doesn't finish his sentence and you who's left to read between the lines.

"I'm in love with Jisung, Chan," you state and surprisingly, your voice doesn't tremble.

Silence settles between the two of you for a long moment, much longer than you would like, making anxiety grow inside you.

"Oh," is all Chan lets out and your facade finally crumbles, tears raising in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks.

"I've liked him ever since the day you two walked in the class but then- then we all became friends and I just- I didn't want to ruin everything with my stupid feelings but now he's going out with Ha-na and- I- I- didn't know what to do," you sob as Chan pulls you into his arms, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck while his hands run over your back soothingly.

"What do I do, Chan?" You ask, desperately clinging to his form as if your life depended on it, your eyes filling with hot tears.

"I know you probably don't want to hear this, Y/N, but you should tell him," he says softly and you stiffen.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. I can't do that, Chan. There's no way. No. Never. He- he apparently doesn't feel the same and I'm pretty sure it would only make things awkward between us and I just- I can't lose him," you murmur, biting on your lower lip and shaking your head.

Chan pulls away just enough to be able to look into your eyes, his gaze soft yet focused.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"What?" You whisper.

"How do you know he doesn't feel the same?"

The weight of his eyes on you makes you shy and so you look away, fidgeting with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie.

"Well, why else would he ask her to go out with him, if he felt the same?" You murmur, your own words working like a salt on a wound, making your chest burn. This specific question wouldn't leave your mind ever since you read Jisung's message yesterday. You thought- you thought the feelings were mutual and that once you gather enough courage, you'll confess and that maybe, just maybe, it'll all work out just fine.

"Maybe he thought you don't feel the same," Chan offers and you chuckle humorlessly.

"Yeah, sure. Even Jeongin knows about it. How could he not?" You finally meet his gaze again, your eyes full of tears. You feel so tired after all the crying.

To your surprise Chan scoffs.

"I thought that after two years of knowing him, you would know that sometimes he's just- Jisung. I think he would not let himself believe that you could feel the same until you'd literally rub it in his face," he states and you stare at him, your brain replaying his words again and again until you have to admit this might be true.

Even though Jisung seems like the cockiest boy you've ever met, you know he's mostly trying to mask how sensitive and insecure he can be. Chan is right. If he really meant what he said that night at Jeongin's, he wouldn't probably own up to it. He gets too lost in his own head sometimes and you know that can be a problem. Besides, you still don't know if he remembers it in the first place.

"Maybe you are right," you say eventually and Chan chuckles.

"Yeah, trust me. You should give it a try. He's supposed to go out with Ha-na tomorrow so you still have enough time to tell him. Don't waste it, please," he states, his eyes full of care holding you a hostage and so you find yourself nodding mindlessly.

"Good. Now... did you have a breakfast already? I know this place down the street..."

Once the door of your flat closes behind you, you find yourself in tight embrace of no one else but your roommate. You're a bit confused, especially because Lisa was supposed to be in her class by now but you return the hug anyways, letting her ramble.

"I was so worried about you. I'm sorry I called Chan and got all involved but I didn't know what to do and you know I hate to see you sad. I would go looking for you but you left your phone here and I didn't know where to go. I'm sorry, Y/N."

"It's okay, Lisa. Really. Thank you, actually. Talking to Chan really helped me," you say softly.

She pulls away and looks up at you, your smile making her own lips curve into one.

"So you're not mad?" She asks and you shake your head.

"No."

"And you're not sad anymore either?" She assures and you can't help but scoff.

"No. I'm anxious but not sad," you confess.

"Okay, good. We can work with that. Let's start with me making some tea and then you'll tell me what makes you anxious, okay?" She offers, leading you into your little living space and you nod in agreement.

You settle on the couch and watch Lisa as she makes her way around the counter, pulling out your matching mugs and getting everything ready to make the tea.

"I want to confess my feelings to Jisung," you admit suddenly and she freezes. Her eyes snap to you, her lips parted in surprise as little what? escapes her mouth.

"Yeah. Uhm- Chan said I should give it a try so I was thinking, you know- yeah," you shrug, trying to stop yourself from fidgeting.

"I mean I've been telling you to do so for about a year but okay," she states, making you chuckle.

"No, but really. I'm happy Chan gave you the encouragement that you needed. Whatever he said to you, I'm sure he's right," she says and you smile, nodding.

"I really hope so," you murmur and you mean every word. You know how much is at stake and you're about to risk it all.

"I'm just gonna get my phone, okay?" You glance at Lisa and she nods with a smile, humming some tune as she waits for the water to boil and so you head to to your joined bedroom.

When you pick up the phone and the screen turns on, you almost drop it. The amount of unread messages and calls from Jisung makes you realize that Chan was 100% right in one thing. Jisung does care about your opinion a lot. You feel guilt flood your veins as you read through all of the mess that he left you throughout yesterday's night and today's morning, anxiety seeping through his words, making you want to smack yourself for putting Jisung through this. You acted like a bad friend. Hell, that's an understatement. You acted like the worst friend.

Before you're able to stop yourself, you're dialing Jisung's number and pacing around the room as the phone keeps ringing.

Finally he picks up.

"Y/N."

The way he says your name cannot be compared to any time you've ever heard it before. It's desperation, relief, sadness and fear all melted into one, making your heart clench painfully in your chest.

"Sungie, I'm so so so sorry. I- I know there's no way I could ever excuse my behavior in any way but I really do apologize. I- I fell asleep yesterday because I was so exhausted in the evening and today when I woke up I went for a walk and I left my phone at home. I'm really sorry," you blurt out, intentionally leaving out certain parts of the story. He doesn't need to know about that.

"No, no, no. There's no reason to apologize, really. I just thought you're- I misunderstood the whole situation and I got anxious again, I'm really sorry," he states and you can spot the nervousness in his tone. You really wish you were there with him so you could hug him tight.

"It's not your fault at all, Sung. Really," you assure him and he sighs softly.

"Okay," is all he replies but it's soft and even so you know his brain finally switched off the panic mode.

"I- I wanted to ask you something actually," you state, biting on your lower lip as you stare out of the window at the people down on the street, everyone trailing behind their own matters.

"Oh, what is it?" He asks without missing a heartbeat.

"Are you free tonight by any chance? I thought that maybe we could hang out when it didn't work out yesterday. We haven't seen each other in a while properly," you offer, praying he would say yes without questioning your motives further.

"Uhm, yeah, sure!" He replies and you can't help but smile.

"Good. See you tonight then, Sungie," you say softly.

"See you, Y/Nie."

It's honestly a miracle you were able to sit through all of your classes and pay at least a fraction of attention to what your professors said when all you could think about was your little rendezvous with Jisung. You agreed to meet at six at your favorite coffee shop and the closer the hour got the more nervous you grew, debating with yourself whether this really has to be done. Chan's words gave you courage though. Maybe Jisung still does feel the same and maybe you really have to be the one to officially make the first step. Even if he didn't feel the same anymore, you're grown ups, right? You can overcome this and stay friends, it's no big deal after all. You've lived like this for months now, with his words on your mind, and a thing didn't change between the two of you. So maybe this could work just fine.

You repeat this to yourself like a mantra the whole way to the cafe. You know Jisung has a habit of showing up late, so you don't really rush while you try to prepare a mental speech for him about all those chaotic emotions swirling through you.

To your surprise, once you open the glass door of the coffee shop, he's already sitting in your usual place, his skateboard resting against the side of his seat. He's playing with the menu nervously, looking at it as if he didn't have it memorized by now, his messy dark hair hidden by the snapback, the oversized hoodie he wears swallowing up his body. You can't help but smile. This is exactly how you know Jisung. This is exactly how you love him too.

You greet Jennie who stands behind the counter before you head to him. Besides being Lisa's best friend, Jennie is also an acquaintance of yours since she works here, where you and Jisung are usuals by now. You notice Jennie's smirk as her gaze flicks between you and Sung, making you want to roll your eyes. She never missed a chance to tease the two of you about the 'obvious mutual pinning' as she calls it.

Once Jisung catches the movement in the edge of his vision, he looks up, your eyes meeting. You feel your heart do a little jump in your chest, your cheeks heating up. Grin appears on his face as he stands up and heads to you, pulling you into his arms with your name slipping through his lips. He holds you tightly as always and you can't help but melt against him, resting your head on his shoulder while your arms envelope his back.

"I'm so happy to see you," he confesses and you really have to stop yourself from doing something stupid.

"Me too," you murmur instead, pulling away to look at him.

"God, have you slept recently?" You ask, noticing the dark circles that formed underneath his deep brown eyes, worry creeping into your chest.

"I- uh- not really," he admits, looking down to avoid the frown that appears of your face.

"Sungie. Is something going on?" You ask, gently grabbing his arm and leading him back to your table, both of you sitting down opposite each other.

"N-no. Well, nothing serious. I'm just struggling with sleep. No particular reason," he shrugs, his hands fidgeting with the menu again and so you reach out, taking them in your own.

"Have you talked about it with your doctor? I think she should know about it," you say softly and he sighs, his fingertips grazing your wrists mindlessly, making goosebumps raise on your skin.

"Yeah, I did," he states and finally looks up to meet your gaze.

"And what did she say?" You ask, knowing that sometimes you have to push Jisung a bit to get him to tell you the whole story.

"She had a few suggestions. I don't know how to work with it though," he shrugs and you chuckle.

"Ah, Sungie. We can make it work, I promise. You should've told me earlier," you say and he bites on his lower lip, his eyes searching yours shyly.

There's something about this whole situation that makes you feel uneasy. He's too nervous, too fidgety. He's usually not like that. Only when-

"You're not telling me the whole truth, are you?" You whisper and his eyes widen softly, his whole body stiffening before he shrinks a bit, gaze dropping to the table.

"No," he admits.

"What is it then? You know you can tell me everything, Sung. Chan already told me all your embarrassing secrets that night we got drunk at Changbin's birthday party," you state, trying to lighten up the mood but Jisung doesn't budge, which kind of terrifies you.

"This is not something I can tell you, Y/N," he says and you could swear your heart stopped for a second here.

"What?" You murmur, your brain trying to catch up with his words.

"I- I just can't. No," he shakes his head as he retreats his hands from yours, the sudden distance between the two of you making you feel cold.

"I mean- I have no right to force you. If you don't want to tell me, then you probably have a good reason for it and I respect it," you state with heavy heart as you bite on your lower lip, taking your own hands off the table to hide them in the pockets of your hoodie.

You both stay quiet for a moment, just looking anywhere but each other, the atmosphere turning too heavy for your own liking. That is until Jisung clears his throat, instantly earning your attention.

"What about you? How are you these days?" He asks and you stiffen, remembering why you are here in the first place.

"Uhm- well, I manage," you shrug.

"What the hell does that mean?" He leans forward and you fight the urge to lean back as if that could help you escape his piecing gaze.

"I- I don't know. There's a lot of it in school. I just can't wait for summer," you murmur, hoping Jisung will take the bait and leave you alone, but it doesn't seem like that.

"I know you tend to overwork yourself. We talked about this already though. You should rest properly, Y/N," he states and you sigh, nodding.

"Yeah, mom," you murmur and he chuckles.

"Ya, I mean it!"

"I know."

Your eyes meet, smiles on your faces. And suddenly everything feels okay again. It always does when it's the two of you. That's what you love about Jisung. He always gave you peace, always made you feel like whatever kind of shit you were dealing with didn't matter at all, like everything had a solution in the end and it does. Even this thing between you.

"I have to tell you something," you blurt out, your heart palpitations reaching the roof when you realize you really said it out aloud and there's no backing out of this now.

"Okay?" Jisung offers, smiling softly. You look down, squeezing your eyes shut as you exhale, remembering what Chan said.

Don't waste it, please.

"I- I-," you stutter out, your mind shutting down completely, the whole speech you prepared turning into thin air and leaving you a little vulnerable trembling mess.

No, you got this.

"I kind of- I like you, Jisung," you state, keeping your eyes down, too afraid to look up at him and see his reaction. Just when he stays suspiciously quiet, you actually dare to take a peek at him and assure he didn't just leave in the middle of your inner battle. He's there though, looking at you like a confused little puppy.

"I like you too, Y/N. But I kinda hoped you- I mean- you know that since we are friends, right?" He raises an eyebrow at you and you feel like screaming. God, you'll really have to rub it in his face, won't you?

"No, what I mean is that I- I love you, Jisung. Like much much more than a friend. I do for a while now and I didn't know how to tell you and now- I felt like this was my last chance. You don't have to do anything about it of course. I- I can handle it. I just- Chan- he said I should tell you so- here I am," you finally breathe out, feeling like your mind is probably about to explode.

"Chan?" He echoes and you look up at him, confused.

"You told Chan before you told me?" He asks and you feel like you'll probably jump over the table and choke him.

"What the hell? That's all you got out of this? What was I supposed to do? Tell you and ask you for advice?" You raise your voice, making a few people look in your way but you really couldn't care less at the moment.

"I'm your best friend!" Jisung argues.

"Jisung, I swear to god, I'm gonna murder you," you state, clenching your fists on the tabletop.

You pictured this going a lot of ways but this definitely wasn't one of them.

"You know, if you told me instead of your new best friend Chan, you would've probably found out that I feel the same but whatever," he states, folding his arms on his chest as he leans back nonchalantly.

"You- you do?" You squeak out.

"Well, it doesn't really matter now. You apparently prefer to talk to Chan anyways so-," he states, waving you off while you stare at him, completely shocked.

"Jisung, please, stop joking around or I'm gonna cry. I mean it," you state and he snaps his gaze back to you, apparently concerned.

"If this whole thing is a joke, I can't take it. I- I've been struggling to tell you for so long and if you want to laugh at it now I don't want to hear it," you say, standing up without facing him, ready to leave, feeling too exposed, too vulnerable to handle being in his presence anymore.

"Y/Nie, wait! That's not what I meant to do at all, I promise. I don't want to laugh at you. I- I really care about you. I love you, Y/N. A lot. I'm sorry," he states apologetically, his hand reaching out to you to stop you, grabbing your wrist.

"You know how I get in serious situations," he adds, but you almost don't hear it over the roaring of your own heart in your ears, his words resonating on your mind.

"You love me?" You ask, turning around to look at him, the tears still glistening in your eyes. The sincerity, worry and affection you're met with are enough to melt your heart.

"I do," he nods, hint of certainty in his voice.

"Why did you ask Ha-na out then?" You inquire, your heart trembling a bit at the mention of it. Jisung sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Because of Minho. He said I should ask someone out to try and forget about you," he says softly and you stare at him for a moment, before you chuckle.

Jisung gazes at you, unsure how to react.

"This is ridiculous. I thought it was obvious I felt the same," you state and he chuckles.

"I thought so too," he says, making you smile. So he probably doesn't remember what he said then. Not that it matters now, your whole body buzzing with excitement from his sweet admission.

"I guess we should thank Minho," you offer and he shakes his head.

"No way. We would never hear the end of it, I swear," Jisung states and you start laughing.

"That's true. We must pretend we somehow figured it out ourselves," you state and he hums in agreement, pulling you into his arms by your wrist, his arms settling around your waist.

You are a bit surprised, looking into his eyes shyly, your cheeks burning.

"You think they'll believe us?" He asks and you scoff.

"Probably not," you admit, snaking your hands to the back of his neck, your fingers playing with his soft hair, your eyes glued to his.

"I thought so," he murmurs before he closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you softly. You melt against him completely, letting him savor you like you've always dreamed of, your lips dancing against each other as if this was always meant to be. And you kind of believe it was. Because there's no way this would ever make you feel so good.

The taste of him on your tongue is addictive and you immediately chase after it, letting him pull you closer by your waist, your bodies pressed flush against each other, your hearts racing rapidly in tandem. You feel like every cell in your body is buzzing, making your skin tingle as your fingers run a bit further into his hair, your insides melting.

"Ew, get a room you two."

The female voice immediately snaps you out of your little bubble, both you and Jisung pulling away a bit breathless, your cheeks burning in embarrassment.

You catch Jennie's mischievous gaze as she passes by you, giving you a playful wink, making you want to disappear into thin air.

"Sorry," you murmur, exchanging a flustered glance with Sung, who's biting on his lower lip, endearingly trying to contain his grin.

"Come on, let me treat you to some hot chocolate," he offers, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you back towards your table.

"Can't say no to that."

After spending about an hour chatting over a cup of hot chocolate and sharing cheesecake, you both decide to call it a night and get going. Jisung forces you to let him pay for the two of you before you say your goodbyes to Jennie and head home.

You can feel the shift in the dynamics between the two of you, as if you shared a secret now, something only you two know and understand and it's both comforting and terrifying.

"So- what will you do now with Ha-na?" You ask, nudging his shoulder as you walk down the street together. Jisung groans out, detecting the teasing in your tone, making you chuckle.

"What do you think I'll do? I'll explain how the things are now, of course," he states and you smile.

"Hmm. And how the things are exactly, Jisung?" You murmur, looking at him with raised eyebrow and he smirks.

"I don't know, why don't you tell me?"

Just as Jisung finishes the sentence, a loud roar of thunder echoes through the space, the first heavy raindrops following by soon, before it turns into straight on downpour, soaking your bodies through and through.

"Ah, shit," you mutter, putting on your hood as you try to walk faster.

"Come on. If we jog for a moment, we'll make it to my flat soon," Jisung offers, raising his voice so you'd hear it through all the ruckus around you and you agree, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your tummy as his hand envelopes yours.

You both start running, despite the water drenching your clothes and shoes as you try to avoid bumping into other people hurrying to hide from the rain. You can't believe you didn't notice the thunderstorm coming. You always tend to check the weather, but you were too preoccupied with the whole situation with Jisung that you somehow forgot.

The absurdity of the situations makes you giggle as you squeeze on Jisung's hand tighter, letting him lead you as you stumble through the rain.

When you think about it, it's quite freeing and you realize that after a long time you really feel careless and happy. Every worry that tortured your body seems to dissipate, leaving you calm and contend, smile curving your lips as you tug the hood lower into your face to protect it from the water.

"Hold on just a moment. We'll be there soon, baby," Jisung encourages, taking a turn and tugging you along and you almost stumble once your brain registers the pet name slipping through his lips, your heart jumping at that, while warmth floods your cheeks.

"Okay," you reply quietly, not even sure if Jisung heard it over the rain.

He doesn't respond anyhow, picking up a pace instead as his apartment building greets you at the end of the street.

You keep up with him and soon you stand in front of the front door while Jisung's wet fingers fumble with the keys. He finally manages to unlock it and he lets you in first before following quickly after. He rushes you into the elevator, letting out a soft sigh once he presses the button with his floor number and it starts moving upwards, tugging his hood down and resting his back against the wall, his eyes meeting yours and you give him a smile, trying to hide the shivering of your body, but it doesn't go unnoticed by Jisung.

"God, you're trembling," he states, closing the distance between the two of you, his hands grabbing your arms and he starts stroking them over your soaked hoodie, trying to warm you up, making you let out a shaky laugh.

"It-it won't h-help, Sungie. I-I need dry clothes, d-dummy," you stutter through shattering teeth.

"You're right. You need to take hot shower too. Why won't this thing go faster?" He lets out annoyed sigh, looking up as if to scold the elevator before his eyes meet yours again and you chuckle.

"It's- it's okay," you soothe, smiling at him, the corners of his own lips lifting a bit at that even though he still looks quite alerted about your state.

Finally the elevator stops and the door slides open. Immediately, Jisung grabs your hand again, hurrying to the door of his flat, keys already prepared in the other one, ready to unlock the door. It doesn't take him as long this time and so soon you're both standing in the hallway, small puddles of water forming underneath each of you as you take off your shoes and hoodies.

"A-are the boys h-home?" You ask, keeping your voice low to not draw too much of potential attention.

You are at Jisung's often, there's no problem with that, but you're sure that Changbin and Minho of all the people know exactly what's up with the two of you and you're not really willing to face their teasing right now.

"No, don't worry," he states with a smile.

"Go ahead and take a shower, I'll prepare some clean clothes for you," he prompts, pushing you forward gently, taking your soaked hoodie from you.

"What about y-you though?" You turn to him, hesitating. You're sure he must feel just as uncomfortable and cold as you.

"I'm gonna go right after you. Don't worry," he assures you, leaning to you to plant a soft kiss on your forehead, making your eyes widen in surprise, your cheeks burning.

You don't dare to argue anymore, following Jisung's orders and heading straight towards the bathroom like in trance.

You close the door behind yourself, letting out a soft sigh, persuading your heart to stop racing like crazy from something as small as what just happened, grin plastered on your face.

You bite on your lower lip, forcing yourself to contain your stupid joy and start taking off your drenched clothes promptly, your shivering body spurring you on.

Once you stand there completely naked, you climb in the shower and put on the hot water, groaning out in pleasure as soon as it hits your cold body. You can slowly feel your skin warming up again as you let the stream wash over you. You stand there just like that for a while, enjoying the warmth that slowly returns into your veins as you hum some melody under your breath.

After a moment you decide you should probably get out already and so you grab a bottle of shower gel, hoping that it's not Changbin's or Minho's, and you quickly wash yourself, before turning the water off and getting out of the shower.

You take out clean towel from the cupboard, knowing well where Jisung keeps them after all the time the two of you know each other and the times you crashed over at his place, and you dry yourself thoroughly. When you're done, you wrap it around your body before grabbing the handle and opening the door, just to almost crash into Jisung. You both jolt a bit, your gaze meeting his wide eyes, before you look down at the pile of clothes in his hands.

"I- uh- I just- the clothes," he stutters out, pushing it into your arms before he turns around and leaves in hurry.

"Thank you?" You murmur, confused about his behavior. It's not like Jisung never seen you like this before. When you think about it, he's been always flustered around you when you somehow lacked clothing but you just thought it makes him uncomfortable since you are best friends. But probably not.

You smirk softly at that before you close the door again. You quickly change into the clothes he brought you, an oversized black t-shirt and some comfy shorts, before wrapping your wet hair in the towel and finally leaving the bathroom so Jisung can wash up as well.

"You're free to go now!" You announce, heading with the pile of your wet clothes into the living room to put them on the heating to dry up a bit.

"Sungie?" You try again once you realize the lack of his response, while lining your clothes on the heating.

"Stop yelling so much, jeez," an all-too-familiar voice takes you out of your thoughts, making you snap your head around just to be met with Minho, casually leaning against the doorframe, smirk on his face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You inquire, raising an eyebrow at him while he lets out an amused chuckle.

"I can ask you the same thing, Y/N," he states, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants as he approaches you slowly, making you feel like a prey.

"We were out with Sung and the thunderstorm caught us on our way back so I'll probably wait here 'til it's over," you shrug, noticing how Minho smirks.

"Out with Sung, huh?" He asks tentatively, making you suppress a roll of your eyes.

"Yep," you nod, knowing exactly what you just got yourself into. God, you'll kill Jisung once you see him for giving you the fake feeling of safety when he assured you the boys are not home.

"Does it have anything to do with his date with Ha-na?" He keeps interrogating you, but you're determined to not let anything slip. Not in front of Lee Minho himself.

"No. Well, I mean he wanted to go out to tell me about that, but otherwise no," you shake your head, putting the last sock on the heating before nonchalantly walking out of the living room and into the kitchen only for Minho to follow you. And to no surprise at all, in the kitchen you find Changbin, sitting soundly behind the table and eating cereal, his eyes meeting yours and he grins.

"Hey, Y/Nie! Didn't know you were joining us today," he states, making you chuckle.

"Hey, Binnie. Me neither. The weather caught us by surprise," you shrug with a smile, stopping by the sink to wash your hands, Minho's body leaning against the counter by your right immediately, his persistence making annoyance bubble underneath your skin.

"I know you're lying because I know you were the one who called Jisung today. We were in the middle of a game and we lost because of your stupid phone call so don't try me," he states and you stiffen. Jisung stopped playing just because of you? You thought that once he joined the game nothing could get him away from the console. Your heart flutters at it involuntarily, but you remind yourself to keep your cool, since Minho's sharp gaze is now focused fully on you.

"What are you two talking about?" Changbin asks, apparently confused but neither you or Minho pay his question any attention.

"That's what this is about? You lost your game?" You turn to the embodiment of Spanish Inquisition by your side, raising an eyebrow at him.

"No. Not at all. This is about you casually wearing Jisung's clothes, using his shower gel and letting him kiss your forehead in the hallway," he states calmly, folding his arms on his chest while your mouth opens in disbelief.

"What?" Changbin shrieks, standing up so abruptly that he almost knocks his chair over.

"So, dear Y/Nie, what do you have to say about that?" Minho bats his eyelashes at you, leaning closer to you with an all-too-sweet smile on his face, heat raising in your cheeks.

"I-I-," you stutter, not knowing what to do to get out of this stupid situation, until you spot Jisung entering the kitchen, drying his hair with a small towel, apparently unaware of the conversation that just occurred between the rest of you.

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering, where you went," he smiles at you, before his expression drops, apparently sensing the tense atmosphere between you and the boys.

You must look hilarious. Changbin standing by the table, eyes widened and brows furrowed, still awaiting the explanation, while you cling to the counter, looking like a deer in the headlights, your eyes pleading with Jisung to save you and Minho, who's leaned by your side, watching you with wolfish grin, gently thrumming his fingers against the countertop as if to let you know he too is waiting for what you have to say.

"What's up?" Jisung asks, running his hand through his wet hair, something you've always found incredibly hot, but you dismiss completely now as you find yourself still trapped by Minho's piercing gaze.

"N-nothing. I-I've been looking for you. Did you already take a shower?" You try to play it cool, your stuttering making Minho chuckle.

"Yeah. I-."

"Are you two dating?" Jisung's words get cut off by Changbin, who's apparently fed up with all the teasing and beating around the bush that Minho enjoys so much.

"What?" Han squeaks out, his eyes snapping from Changbin to you and Minho, a hint of recognition washing over his face. He knows what's up now.

"Uhm- no?" He offers, making Minho laugh, while you do a facepalm.

"Yeah, very persuasive," the boy by your side states, making you give him a death glare.

"Sure, sure, sure. When were you planning to tell us?" Changbin asks, still apparently shaken up by the sudden revelation but at least he's sitting down again.

"Probably never," you murmur, your eyes meeting Jisung's and he gives you a little shrug.

"Are you kidding? We are your closest friends," Changbin argues.

"Not true. We're each other's closest friends," you deny but he just keeps going, ignoring your comment completely.

"I would tell you if I were dating someone. Especially if it was someone from our group! How can you hide it from us like this? You call yourself friends? This is awful!" He keeps lamenting, throwing his hands around and all it takes is once shared glance with Jisung and you're both laughing, leaving Changbin confused again.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," you breathe out between the laughs.

"They went crazy," Minho murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief.

"No, no. Listen-," Jisung tries but he can't stop laughing either, resting his hand on his belly now.

It takes a few minutes for both of you to calm down and catch your breath and you have to really try to push the image of angry Changbin out of your mind because it was always something that could crack you up immediately.

"Fine. Are you done now?" Minho asks and you nod, wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath.

"The thing is- it's still new, you know? We haven't even settled it between the two of us yet. I mean if we are dating or not," Jisung explains and you hum in agreement.

"Oh, please. Of course, you are dating. I bet you've been dating for months now," Minho states and it's your turn to be confused.

"What the hell do you mean?" You ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I mean you remember Jeongin's birthday party, right?" Minho asks and you steal a glance at Jisung, who seems completely lost. Of course, he does.

"Kind of," you murmur, folding your hands on your chest.

"Jisung got drunk as hell and if I recall it well, you were the one who shared the bed with him that night," Minho states, your cheeks heating up at the memory.

"We all thought- you know-," Changbin shrugs and you sigh softly. Of course, they did.

"Especially when you were the reason why he was so drunk, right, Sungie?" Minho teases and you can't help but look at the boy in question, his whole face burning as he looks everywhere but you.

"What does that mean?" You ask, not really understanding now.

"Maybe we should give them some space," you hear Changbin saying, but your eyes never leave Jisung. He looks so embarrassed it makes your heart clench painfully in your chest.

You remember the night as if it was yesterday. You were so excited to celebrate Jeongin's birthday, especially when you and Chan were the ones to organize it. That's probably why it all went so smoothly and thanks to the help of others Jeongin didn't suspect a thing, which made everything even better. You invited a lot of people, old friends, new friends, and even the girl that Jeongin had a crush on, which was mostly Lisa's doing since they had a common friend. You were quite busy with making sure everything went as planned and so you didn't even have much time to drink except for two shots with Minho and the birthday boy himself, but it was apparently different with Jisung. You saw him the last time probably when you were all singing happy birthday to Jeongin, holding the cake Felix baked together but then he disappeared in the crowd for about an hour and when you met him again, he was wasted. And by that you mean he wasn't even able to talk and stand properly. You didn't understand how he could get so drunk over such a short period of time but you didn't question it further, because you knew as his best friend it was your task to take care of him anyways. You had agreed with Jeongin and Chan before that you two will stay over at their place since it's quite on the opposite side of the city than your apartments are and you were really grateful for it that night because there was no way you'd be able to get Jisung into the elevator yet alone over the whole city to his apartment.

You somehow managed to talk him into retiring early and at least taking a short nap to sober up a bit. He eventually agreed, even though it took all you had and with Seungmin's help you dragged him into the spare room where you already had mattresses ready on the floor to sleep on. Seungmin left you two alone almost immediately, dissipating like a shadow, so you had to help Jisung undress all by yourself. He was constantly whining about you being 'such a mom' and a 'party pooper' for dragging him away, but you didn't budge. When you finally tugged him in like a baby, you got up, ready to leave too, but then he spoke up again, in a tone so much different than before.

"Please don't leave."

It tugged on your heart more than you were willing to admit and so you agreed to stay with him, settling on your mattress that was right next to his. He pulled you closer almost immediately, your body flush to his own as he buried his face into your neck, making your whole body stiffen completely.

"I- I love you so much, Y/Nie. You'll never know. I'm sorry for being such an ass about it. I always wanted to tell you, but I'm a coward. Please, don't leave me."

Even though his words were slurred, he sounded so pained and so desperate, as if on the verge of tears, making your heart ache. All you were able to do in the moment was wrap your arms around his form and hold him close, while a single word escaped your tight throat.

"Never."

Minho's protests take you out of your head and you realize Jisung's now gazing at you too and it's your turn to avoid his gaze, your cheeks burning. You know he probably doesn't remember anything from that night, you figured as much since he never spoke of it again and seemed genuinely oblivious when you tried to ask him about it subtly.

Once Minho's complaining dies somewhere down the hall and you hear the door closing, you dare to take a peek at Jisung.

"So- could you please explain what Minho meant by that?" You ask, keeping your voice soft and even, hoping that would give Sung at least a fraction of assurance that you mean no harm by your question.

"I- uhm- yeah. He was right. I got drunk because of you," he shrugs softly, leaning against the small kitchen island, his eyes meeting yours shyly.

"Why though?" You murmur, still not understanding a single thing.

"Because of that dumbass Ryan. You know, the guy who asked you out a few days before the party? I was- I was unable to tell you how I felt because I was so scared I'll ruin everything and he showed up and- I was afraid I'll lose you," he admits, running his hand through his hair nervously.

"So you were jealous?" You ask softly, making Jisung's gaze snap to you.

"What? No. Not at all. I definitely wasn't jealous. Nope," he denies, amused smile forming on your lips.

"Oh, okay. You know, I'm just asking because I was," you state, shrugging nonchalantly as you take a step towards him.

"What?" He breathes out, eyes widened slightly in surprise.

"When you asked Ha-na out. I was jealous. That's why I didn't answer your texts and I acted like a complete dummy," you explain, biting on your lower lip as you stop a few inches away from him, your gazes locked.

"You- you mean it?" He assures and you nod, smiling a bit guiltily.

"Why didn't you tell me then?" He asks and you chuckle.

"I did. At the coffee shop. I wanted to deal with it all face to face. And Chan's encouragement helped a lot," you say and he frowns softly.

"I still can't believe you told him before you told me," he shakes his head and you smack his chest.

"You sound like Changbin now," you state, making him chuckle.

"Okay. You're right. And it's true. I was jealous. I'm sorry I got so drunk at that party. I had to ruin your night pretty bad," he jokes but all you manage is halfhearted chuckle, his words returning to you again.

Should you tell Jisung about it? Should you tell him that you knew about his feelings all those months and you didn't do a single thing about it? What if he gets mad? What if that will ruin everything you just gained?

"What is it?" He asks softly, apparently noticing your blank expression, his hands cupping your cheeks, successfully taking you out of your head and you swallow harshly.

"There's something you should know, Sungie," you murmur, noticing how his soft smile dropped immediately, worry now swimming in his eyes. But you have to say it. You'd hate yourself if you didn't.

"That night at Jeongin's party, you told me something when you were drunk. I- I should've addressed it sooner, but I was afraid it was just the alcohol and that you'd end up rejecting me and I didn't want to make things awkward between the two of us. I'm sorry," you say, dropping your gaze.

"What did I say, Y/N? I don't remember a single thing. Please, tell me it wasn't anything cringy," he states, his tone light and almost teasing, which has the opposite effect than he probably intended, your frustration getting a bit too much.

"You told me you loved me, Sung. All those months ago. And I- I wasn't able to do anything about it because I'm a coward," you state, your eyes filling with tears as you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be untruthful with you," you whisper, biting on your lower lip to contain the tears.

"Oh, baby. No, no. It's okay. Really. I completely understand. We were both in the same place, remember? I get it. I probably wouldn't tell you either, you know me. It's okay. I promise. Please don't cry," he speaks softly to you, his thumbs stroking your cheeks, brushing away the tears that escape your eyelids, his words soothing your worries effectively.

"I'm still sorry," you murmur.

"Don't be," he dismisses it as he pulls you into his arms, letting you hide your face in the crook of his neck as his hands stroke your back to comfort you.

"I haven't been honest with you either, baby," he states suddenly and you hum softly, prompting him to continue.

"You know how you asked about my lack of sleep? I told you I can't tell you why I'm not sleeping well. It- it was actually because of this thing between us and the thing with Ha-na. I was worried I'm making a mistake and I didn't want to lose you and it was kinda getting a bit too much. It just took a toll on me," he admits and you pull away, looking at him with sympathy, cupping his cheeks this time.

"Sungie, you should've told me. I would've confessed right away," you state and he chuckles.

"Yeah, sure," he muses and you smirk.

"Hey, that's not fair! I would do it for you," you state, making him scoff.

"Yeah, but I would have to tell you about my feelings first and that would make me feel too exposed, when I would be actually aware of it, not like the last time," he admits and you sigh, resting your face against his shoulder.

"We are a bunch of dummies," you state and he laughs.

"True," he nods, making you smile.

"I love you though," you murmur, looking into his eyes now, grinning and he reciprocates it.

"I love you too. Ah, it feels so good to finally say it. I can't wait to get some good sleep now," he murmurs, leaning his head back, contend smile settling on his lips, making you laugh as you smack his chest again, making him yelp playfully, his hands settling on your waist to pull you closer.

"When we are talking about that, you should really go to sleep. It's eight pm already and you deserve some good rest," you state, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"Only if you come with me," he murmurs and you chuckle, rolling your eyes at how cheesy it sounds even though your heart flutters at the proposition.

"If you insist," you state, making him scoff.

"I'm taking the right side of the bed though," he says and you gasp.

"No way! You know that's my favorite," you deny, watching as Jisung smirks deviously.

"The winner picks," he states as he gently shoves you out of the way, before he races out of the kitchen and you quickly follow in his steps, cursing and desperately trying to grasp his t-shirt to pull him back, his giggles filling the hallway as you pass by Minho, almost knocking him down.

"Ya! Stop it! Freaking kids."

His grumbling makes laugh erupt in your chest as you struggle to catch up with Jisung, the feeling of freedom and carelessness from before returning into your veins, now stronger than ever once you two settled everything between you, no worries weighing your shoulders anymore.

It's only you and Jisung, grinning like sillies while fighting over who's gonna get your side of the bed.

And you are sure you've never been happier.

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A/N: Hey guys! First of all, thank you so much for all the love you showed me and my Chan fic, it made me so happy :) Today I come to you with something for Jisung because I love that boy like crazy hihi. I just want to say that I already posted this fic once on my old blog but then I deleted it. This is rewritten and a lot longer version of the old fic, so I was just thinking I'll let you know. Again, please excuse any typos and grammatical errors, English is not my first language. I hope you enjoyed this, let me know! Any kind of feedback is appreciated as always. Luv uuuuu

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crazyotakugal · 1 year

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Soaring Hearts

Part 5:

Soaring Realizations

Author’s Note: I am sooooo sorry y’all! 😭🙏 I know there hasn’t been any updates for a very long time and then I had issues when I tried to upload it the other day. 🤦‍♀️😮‍💨 However, it’s FINALLY here!! 🎉🎊 I REALLY hope y’all enjoy it and I promise that there’ll be more sooner than this last time! It’s just so much messed up stuff happened in real life that I wasn’t able to do anything/kinda depressed too! Also…

HAPPY TURKEY DAY!! 🦃

MINORS DON’T INTERACT!! Rated MA!!

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You woke up sometime in the middle of the night to Hawks lightly snoring next to you. Arm loosely draped around your waist. It was still dark outside so you slowly tippy toed to the bathroom. When you got back, you picked up your phone to check your messages. Fuyumi had messaged you a few hours ago asking if you’d be staying out again.

*’Hey girl, I’m ok. Yes, I’ll be staying out, but I’ll message you in the morning.’*

“Hmm, who are you texting?” A pair of arms wrapped around your waist making you jump.

Hawks nuzzles your neck, placing light kisses against your skin. You grip your phone tightly and take a composition breath. Your body already betraying your brain causing you to forget how to talk for a moment.

“Just telling Fuyumi I’m ok,” you set your phone down and place a kiss on his forehead.

That innocent gesture just gives Hawks the invitation he was looking for and before you realize it, your back is pressed against the bed and his tongue is exploring the depths of your mouth. Both your wrists pinned over your head and he gazes down at your flushed face. You were still completely naked from your love making earlier, your lovely breasts hypnotically heaving with excitement. He smirked at the dozens of hickeys that he left on your neck, shoulders, and chest. He knew you’d be upset later at him for that later, so he’d admire his handy work now. He licked his lips looking at the hard pebbles of your nipples, knowing how sweet they tasted.

As he studied you underneath him, you couldn’t help but do the same. His handsome face was flushed and his eyes dark with need. His wings partly spread out behind his back. You wondered if they were sensitive at all to touch. Dirty things ran through your mind as you looked up at the adonis of a man. You could feel the heat between your thighs start to grow warmer and you subconsciously squirmed underneath him. A devious smirk crept onto his face as he leaned down and started kissing and licking the sensitive parts of your neck again. You gasped, your body still ultra sensitive from your previous activities.

“What’s on your mind, love?” Hawks whispers into your ear fanning the already burning fire in your loins.

“Haw…Keigo…” You whimper out, not wanting to say what’s on your mind.

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head slightly to the side with the devilish grin still on his face.

He starts to place light kisses all over your body. Your neck. Your shoulders. Your chest purposefully missing your nipples. Slowly down your abdomen. Your heart skips a beat as he nuzzles your belly. Placing more light kisses around your navel. Ever so slowly lower. You’re practically soaking when Hawks spreads your legs open. He places light kisses on the inside of your left thigh all the way down your ankles then starts at your right ankle kissing his way back upwards. He then places the lightest kisses ever on your soaked folds.

“Fuck…you’re already *dripping * for me down here!” His voice so deep you barely recognized it.

Before you could reply, Hawks gently started lapping at your soaking cunt making you squeal. He let out a low growl as his tongue dove deeper inwards grazing your over sensitive bud. You could feel your legs already start to shake in his hands as continued to devour you. His tongue leaving no crevice undiscovered. You could feel your peak already getting close. Hawks tongue swirling at your entrance, giving a few teasing pokes then sucking on your clit sent you over the edge. The knot in your belly snapped and you came practically screaming his name, but he didn’t stop even when you came down from your high.

“Ke…Keigo! Pl…please! Too much!” You manage to sob out, but he didn’t seem to hear or care. He kept going.

Hawks was utterly lost in your taste. He could taste himself and something in his brain snapped as he lapped your combined juices from between your legs. Somewhere in his brain, he registered that you had came, but he didn’t want to stop eating you out. Even when you cried it was too much or when you started tugging on his hair. He was way too engrossed in your favor to cease what he was doing. He wanted to taste *all* of you. He spread your legs as wide as they could go and slid his hungry tongue deep into your spasming hole worming its way as deep as he could. You started to cry louder and kick your legs, squirming uncontrollably.

“KEI! Please stop! I’m gonna…” You cry out as your whole body was wracked with the most mind numbing orgasm yet. Your juices shooting all over Hawks face, chest, and onto his sheets.

It was then that the pro hero decided you’d had enough and came up from between your trembling legs. He licked the juices he could from himself as you laid there, a shaking mess. Your arm covering your face in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe you squirted! You’d never done that before ever in your life. You thought that was just something in porn movies. You felt the weight shift on the bed and peaked from under your arm to see Hawks grinning down at you ear from ear.

“Damn, love, that was so fucking *sexy*! You made such a lovely mess,” He had this dark, predatory look in his eyes still.

You let out a surprised yelp as you were repositioned onto the winged hero’s lap. His cock was already hard and leaking precum from the swollen tip. It was heavy against your inner thigh as Hawks brought your lips down to his for a searing kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it explored the depths of your mouth. His calloused hands hungrily groping your breasts. You grasp his shoulders to steady yourself against his onslaught.

“Now, y/n, I want you to be a good girl and ride me,” he gives you a kiss on your neck, his voice getting slightly huskier, “I’d *really * love that from my little sparrow.”

Your mouth goes dry and your mind goes blank. You just merely nod and position your trembling body over his. He lets out a slight hiss as you grab the base of his swollen cock and slowly sink yourself down. Even though he’s had you over and over, you’re still so tight as he slowly stretches you full. You let out little sobs of bliss as he deliciously fills you up all the way to your cervix, digging little crescents into his shoulders when he’s finally bottomed out inside you.

“Keigo…so full!” You gasp out as you give a few experimentally motions of your hips. Your head tossed back in utter pleasure as you gradually start to gain your clumsy rhythm.

“Fuck, y/n! You feel soooo good, love!” Hawks grits his teeth as he tries to let you set the tempo, but you’re inexperienced and the movements are a bit slow. However, it still feels amazing despite that and he could be patient with you for a little bit longer.

You, though, were already at your limit. Your thighs were burning and your hips sore from earlier, but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving. It just felt too good to stop. You could already feel the knot in your stomach starting to tighten and the lewd noises that filled the room spurred you on even more. Hawks hands settled on your hips and his golden hair clinging to his forehead from the sweat forming on his brow. Without warning, Hawks hips shot up and his tip hits that right spot inside you, then again, and again. He must be getting impatient with your slow pace. You look at his face; his eyes a shot tight, brow knitted, and he had his bottom lip between his teeth.

You couldn’t help it and started bursting out laughing which caused the pro hero under you to come to a dead stop. He peered at you with the most comical “what-the-fuck” face which really didn’t help you stop laughing. You didn’t know what came over you.

“Haha…I’m sorry! But that face you were…haha…making…! I’m sorry!,” You tried to take a few deep breaths to stop the giggles coming out of your mouth.

When you finally did stop, you peered up at Hawks to see the most terrifying predatory look in his eyes. It was the look that made you feel like a little cotton tail stuck in the sights of a predator. You felt goose bumps all run over your skin when Hawks slowly licks his lips and he gives your hips a hard squeeze. A loud cry fell from your lips when his hips shot up hard into you, causing your toes to curl. A few more expert thrusts upwards had you babbling mess on his lap already close to coming undone. His lips smashed over yours as he continued to pound into your clenching hole.

“ ‘M cumming! Ahh haaa! KEIGO!” You sob as you ride out your climax. Hawks had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched you cum.

He didn’t even bother to pull out of you before he flipped you over on your back. Making you whimper from over sensitivity from just cumming. Hawks pinned both your wrists to the bed with two of his feathers as he used his arms to keep from crushing you. A third feather made its way downwards and settled on your clit making your whole body jump.

“Wha…Wait! Keigo! I just came! I can’t…AHHHH!” You were cut off by the vibrations he sent into the feather stimulating your clit.

If you could think a coherent thought at this point, you’d feel bad if he’d had any neighbors because you were practically screaming as Hawks started thrusting into into again. The sensation made you forget how to breathe for a moment because it was too overwhelming. His cock was buried as deep as it could go inside you that every time he pushed himself back inside he kept kissing the entrance to your womb and the feather working your poor clit was only driving you crazier.

“Ha…What was that about my face, love?” Hawks grunted as he fucked you stupid, “You should see yours! But I ain’t laughing, it’s amazing! So freaking sexy losing your mind for me like that!”

He bit his lip hard as he fought back spilling his load as You clamped down on his dick when you came. Your legs shook hard as you arched your back off the bed chanting his name over and over again. Hawks burned that image of you into his brain. A withering, bawling mess all because of him. He smirked as he watched you try to break your wrists free of his feathers whimpering as he continued to thrust into you without mercy.

“Kei…Pl…please! Too…ahhh…much! Oh gawd! Keigo please!” Tears falling down your lovely cheeks as you begged him to let up, but he wasn’t done just yet.

Hawks could feel himself so close, he knew it wouldn’t be long especially how you were spasming around his cock like that. He let out an almost feral growl as he felt his own release quickly approaching but not before drawing one more from you. This was your punishment for laughing at him after all. You were sobbing, crying his name as he pounded you into oblivion. The feather on your swollen clit moving faster in time with his thrusts bringing you closer and closer to yet another orgasm. Hawks practically howled, unable to fight it any longer, as he shot his load deep inside you sending you over the edge at the same time. Hot thick ropes of cum filling you to the brim all over again as you rode out your high.

Hawks finally sets you free of his feathers and presses his forehead on yours as you both struggle to catch your breath. His wings coming around you, cradling you, as if caging you both from the outside world. You wrap your arms loosely around his neck and you hear him give an approving hum.

“As much as I’d love to lay here. We probably should get into the bath and eat something,” Hawks smiles down at you, “Wouldn’t want ‘cha to pass out because of me. I think your uncle would barbecue me for sure!”

You let out a weak laugh as Hawks gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. Missing his warmth, you snuggle under the blanket, waiting for the bath to be ready. The scent of both of you mixed together oddly comforted you and made you feel embarrassed. Thinking about your time with Hawks was honestly the happiest you’ve been in awhile not including the really potent sexual connection between you. Something like dejavu kept going off in your head when you looked at him. However, you were pretty sure you’d remember meeting him since there weren’t very many pro heroes with bright red wings.

A few minutes later, you’re sitting in the bath with him, your back pressed against his chest as he holds you close, his chin resting on top of your head. His wings draped outside the tub, so the both of you had room. Hawks insisted on both of you bathing together, promising to behave himself. You slowly traced your fingers over the surface of the water. Hawks’s eyes were closed, his usual wild blonde hair wet and smoothed back from his face.

“Keigo?” You broke the silence in the room.

Not bothering to open his eyes, “Hm?”

“Have we, um, met before?” You didn’t know why you felt so nervous all of a sudden.

“We’ve met a few times in fact, Y/N,” You could feel the laughter in his voice vibrate against your back.

“I mean, like when we were kids?” You turn the best you could to look up at him.

His golden eyes now open and he had a grin on his face, “So you finally remember, huh?”

You didn’t exactly know what the look on his face pissed you off, but it did. So you weren’t just tripping out, you had met before your arrival a couple of months ago! And what was worse is he remembered and didn’t say a damn thing!

“Oh my gawd! Seriously?!” You splashed him in the face, wiping that grin off his face. Victory!

“Hey! I’m sorry! I wasn’t a 100% we had and didn’t want to come off as a creep!” He held his hands up to shield his face from your onslaught. A sigh leaving his lips when you stopped.

“Too late for that…” You huffed out, feeling dumb for not realizing it sooner, “How long did you know?”

“It was at the park,” A slight blush dusts his cheeks as he purposefully avoids looking you in the eyes, “Which made me realize something else…”

“What’s that?” You tilt your head inquisitively, smiling at how cute he looked at that moment.

Hawks’s lips come down and gently slid over yours, passionately melting together. His hands coming up and delicately cupped your face, deepening the kiss. It was a soft kiss compared to others you shared, but the intensity behind it made your heart skip a beat. It seemed like time had stopped in that moment until Hawks lifted his face away from yours.

“I’m utterly and completely in love with you.”

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weird-is-life · 1 year

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When night falls, I am your escape #12

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language, mentions of dinner, angst, fluff, kiss

Chapters: 12/12

Words: 3k Masterlist

A/N: This is the last chapter of the series. I suck at endings, so i'm sorry in advance lol. In all seriousness, thank you so much for reading this. It means a lot to me. Thank you Thank you Thank you

Lastly, here's the song, that always made me feel inspired, while writing this series, also peak the lyrics😉. Enjoy!

I spent the remaining 2 days, locked in the house. Refusing to answer any questions about my mood from my parents. I ignored every phone call and message from Daniel and some other people by turning my phone off. I just sat in my room with packed bags and I replayed what exactly had happened.

It was like my mind and body, completely shut down after the kiss. Like some kind of protective mode was triggered in me. And to be honest, it was kind of obvious why. I mean, I didn't want to get hurt as I had before.

I wanted to protect my heart from the heartbreak, refusing to acknowledge the feelings I developed for Daniel.

After 2 days of impatiently waiting for my flight out of there, I said my teary-eyed goodbyes to my parents and got on the plane.

When I finally got home after the long flight, I let out a huge breath of relief and slammed my body on the huge bed, immediately falling asleep.

But I did the mistake of turning my phone on, well I didn't have any other choices I needed for work. I found so many missed calls and texts, not just from Daniel, but from Mike and Michelle.

I did what I knew the best, I ignored them, and instead, I threw myself into the work, completely shutting out everything else.

Daniel was losing his mind from the worry. You weren't picking up the phone or answering his texts.

He was scared, he'd hurt you. He didn't want things to get the way they were. He didn't want you to ignore his existence.

He wanted to know if you were okay. But he didn't want to push you. So he stopped texting you, hoping you'd reply to his text.

And when you didn't, he got only worried more. He did the only thing he could think of and drove to your house, hoping to see you.

He didn't find you behind the door, instead, he was met by your mom.

"Oh hi Dan, wasn't expecting to see you here," she said.

"Hi, is y/n here? I'd like to talk to her" he nervously chew on the inside of his cheek.

"I'm sorry, but she just left a few hours ago. Her flight already took off" she said with sympathy in her voice.

"She did?" Daniel asked disappointed and your mom nodded.

"Did she say anything a-about me? Like did she leave any note?" he asked, he hoped you wouldn't just leave without saying or writing, anything.

"No, I'm sorry. Was she meant to?" she asked and Daniel's face dropped.

"No no, it's alright. I was just wondering... - it doesn't matter. Thank you for letting me know. I have to go now, it was nice to see you."

"Bye Daniel" she waved him goodbye, looking worriedly at him.

Daniel wasn't really surprised, you left. He kind of expected it, but it still stung. He hoped, he could talk to you about everything. He hoped, he could make everything clear between the two of you.

He didn't know, what to do. He behaved weirdly, like everybody could see something was wrong. They didn't want to push him to tell them what was wrong with him. But eventually, Mike had enough of his sulking and asked him, while they were working out.

"Okay, I've had enough of this. Spill it, what happened?" Mike couldn't stand to look at his mopey figure any longer. Daniel was messing up the exercises and it drove Michael crazy.

"What do you want me to say?" Daniel looked at him.

"I don't know, how about what's been bugging you for days now?"

"It's nothing, forget about it. Let's just go back to the training" Daniel wasn't really in the mood to talk.

"No, we will not train, until you tell me what's up" Mike insisted.

"Just let it go" Daniel was stubborn as always.

"C'mon Dan, it's me, just tell me."

"I kissed her," Daniel told him.

"Kissed her? What are you talking about?"

"Y/N, i kissed Y/N. For crying out loud" Daniel raised his voice in frustration. He was angry at himself about this whole situation.

"You kissed Y/N?" Michael stared at him, mouth wide open.

"Yes! Fuck, I'm such a fucking idiot" Daniel crouched down, putting his head in his hands.

"She didn't kiss you back?" Mike asked, he didn't know why his friend was so upset about it. I mean, he was like 99 percent sure you liked Daniel back.

"She did, but then...-but then she pushed me away, saying it was a mistake and shut the door in my face without any explanation" Daniel explained angrily, " I fucked up, didn't I?"

"Such a fucking idiot" he murmured to himself.

"Have you tried calling her? I'm sure, it will have an expl-"

"I tried, but she completely ignored me and she's already in London" Daniel desperately explained. He already gave up trying to text you.

"She left already? But I don't understand" Daniel picked his head up from his hands to look at Mike's confused stare.

"What do you not understand? I kissed her and she left" Daniel was beginning to get irritated by him.

"No, I get that. But I don't understand why would she kiss you back and then leave" he clarified.

"I don't know, maybe she still hates me" Daniel tugged at his hair lightly.

"She doesn't hate, I'm pretty sure, she likes you back" Mike argued.

"Well, then I don't know why. I thought we were cool again" Daniel huffed in defeat.

"Maybe you're just that bad of a kisser" Mike tried to lighten the mood with a joke.

"Not funny" Daniel glared at him.

"But wait? Why did you kiss her in the first place? What happened to stay friends? " Mike squinted his eyes at him.

" I don't know why I did it" Daniel lied.

"You don't know? Oh but I think you do" he pointed an accusatory finger at Daniel.

"I don't. "

"You still love her, admit it," Mike said and Daniel stayed quiet. There was no point in trying to lie, he knew Michael knew the truth.

"I knew it" he half-yelled," but wait, what are we going to do?"

"We? We aren't going to do anything, I just want to know if she is okay" Daniel said.

"Yes we, I'm going to help you" Mike stated.

"How exactly are you going to do that?"

"I'll try to call her. "

"What?.... You know what sure, call her" Daniel immediately lit up.

"I will call her after you're done training. Now move your ass" Mike said.

"You're such an asshole" Daniel complained.

Mike kept his promise and tried to call you. Of course, you didn't pick up. He even texted you and no response.

Mike told Michelle about it and basically, Daniel's whole family found out about it. They didn't comment on it or do anything about it, they didn't want to make him feel worse than he already had.

But if it wasn't for his mom, he wouldn't have done anything about it, too.

"Daniel, get your shit together and go talk to her," she said to him.

"She doesn't want to see me and besides I wouldn't know where to find her" Daniel replied.

"Don't make the same mistake again. Here take this" she handed him a small piece of paper.

"What's this?"

"You can find y/n there" she smiled at him

"How did you get this?"

"Doesn't matter, you should just go, follow your heart for once" she encouraged him.

"But I don't think she wants to see me" he protested.

"Daniel, I swear to god, that if you don't go after that girl, I'm gonna kick your ass" she threatened him and Daniel thought, she looked too serious about it like she might kick his ass.

"Y/N is just scared of getting hurt again by you. You have to go and show her, that you won't do that" she added, her expression softened.

"You're right.... as always" Daniel admitted, "thanks mom."

Daniel took the advice to his heart and was ready to tell you everything. He stayed in Perth for a few more days, until he had to leave back to England for work. He hoped not just for work, but that he'd find you and make everything right.

It was Friday night and I was cooking dinner when the bell rang through my apartment.

I stopped stirring the soup with confusion laced in my face, thinking about who could it be. I was sure, that I didn't invite anyone over. All my friends were out of town, so I had no idea who it was.

I thought maybe a neighbor, needed something.

I went to open the door to see who it was. But something told me to look through the peephole in the door first.

I took a look and immediately backed away from the door.

Daniel stood there and I didn't understand what he was doing there. He was supposed to be still in Perth as far as I knew. He wasn't supposed to be standing in front of my door, looking so anxious.

But I didn't open the door, I stayed quiet hoping he would just go away. The only sound I could hear for a while was my breathing and the silent sounds coming from the pots in the kitchen. That was until the bell resonated in the room again, making me jump and yelp from the unexpected ringing.

I still hoped, that Daniel didn't hear my hushed yell and he would just leave.

"Y/N, I know you're here. Please I j-just want to talk. Please" I could hear his pleading voice coming from the other side of the door. I didn't answer.

"Please Y/N, just hear me out" Daniel wasn't giving up just yet. But after the maybe fourth time I heard him call out my name and I still didn't say anything, he gave up.

"I'm gonna go, I'm sorry" he left soon after he said those words.

I stood in the middle of the hall for a few more minutes, wondering if I was being stupid about everything.

I mean, Daniel showed he had changed. He showed that he wasn't the same stupid teenager anymore, that he wasn't going to hurt me like that again and i was still scared to let him in.

I liked him and that scared me even more. But it was so like me to overthink things like that and then push people away. Just like this.

I stayed frozen in the hallway until I smelled something burning.

It was fair to say, that all that was left of my food, was just charcoal. So not only my mood was ruined, but also my dinner. Great, right?

Besides burning food on Friday nights, I spent my time mostly just at work. The drive from my flat to the office was way too familiar now, i could drive there with my eyes closed.

I pushed out every other thought from my mind except for work.

Today was not different. I woke up, did my morning routine, got in my car, and drove to the work.

I managed to get a lunch in between going through a huge pile of paperwork and many cases. And as always i was the last one to leave the office. Everybody was long gone, when i packed my bag and started walking to the garage.

The only difference from the usual sight of my car was, that i saw a person standing, more like leaning, next to the car. It made me halt my steps, i recognized the figure straight away. Dread filled my body along with some questions.

'What is he doing here?'

'How does he know i work here?'

I thought about turning around and walking to the nearest bus station or calling a taxi instead of getting to my car. But it was to late as i heard him say.

"Hello miss, is this your car? 'Cause I wanted to compliment the owner of it for having such a beauty" he smirked at me. It was clear, he was trying to ease the tension between us. It worked, but just a little.

"What are you doing here?"

"You know why I'm here. I want to talk " he looked at me as i took a few steps to be closer to him.

"Talk about what?" i played dumb. Obviously, i knew, what he had on his mind, but i didn't want to think of it.

"C'mon Y/N, you know what" he pleaded.

"But there's nothing to talk about" i stubbornly replied.

"Yes,there's plenty to talk about. For instance the kiss or why you have been avoiding me" he objected.

"Yeah, we kissed and it was a mistake. Let's just forget about it and move on" i desperately wanted to leave and not to face the feelings i knew, i had for him.

"And what if i don't want to move on?" he asked.

"I-..." i didn't know how to reply to that. Part of me didn't want to move on too, but the other part, the scared part, was screaming at me to leave.

"I don't want to move on and lose you again. You mean too much to me, you have always meant so much to me. I was an idiot to let you go then, i'm not doing the same mistake again. There's just no way" he said and when i still didn't say anything he continued.

" You know how i said i loved you? " he asked and I uncertainly nodded.

"Well, i don't think i ever stopped. It's funny actually, i spent years trying to forget you, and all it took for the feelings to come back, was just one look at you. Just one look and boom, they were back like they'd never left" he laughed dryly and then expected you to say something, anything really, back.

"Daniel, what do you want me to say?" i asked distressed.

"Honestly? That you feel the same" he softly said.

"I do..." i irrationally whispered.

"What?"

"I do feel the same. It's...-It's just that..." I trailed off.

"It's just what? " he patiently waited for me to tell him what was in my mind.

"I'm scared. Frightened actually" i confessed with glossy eyes.

"Scared?" he asked as soon as the question left his mouth. The realization settled in his mind.

"Scared of getting hurt," I said with a low-pitched voice. I was trying so hard to not let the tears fall down my cheeks and Daniel noticed it.

"God, I'm such an asshole for ever hurting you" i couldn't hold the tears in any longer and they started to run down my cheeks, "I promise you, that I'm not going to do that again. Never again" he promised and hesitantly lifted his hands to brush the tears away. I instantly leaned into his touch, when his palms touch my skin.

"Please, don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I will leave now, I didn't want to make you feel hurt" he didn't want to see you cry, because of him. It made the heart in his chest break at the sight of your upset face.

"Do you mean it?" I sniffled and opened my eyes to look at him. At this point, I was ready to give him the second chance. His hands were still on my cheeks.

"Every single word" he whispered, "I swear, I won't hurt you again. I'm pretty sure, my mom would kill me, I did" he joked.

" You're such a dumbass, how can you make jokes right now," I asked with a small smile breaking through my frown.

"I'm sorry" he chuckled.

"So what do you say, will you forgive me and give me a second chance? I won't let you down, i swear" he inquired.

"No," I said with stony features and his smile immediately dropped. Disappointment filled his face.

"W-what?" he stuttered, taking a step back from me. He prayed, that he just misheard, that instead of no you said yes. I tried to keep the smile in me. I didn't mean the no, I said it just to tease him.

Of course, I forgave him. I was ready to forgive him, the moment I saw how desperate he looked.

When I had enough of his hurt and confused expression. I grabbed him by the shirt, pulled him close to me, and kissed him on the lips.

He didn't need long to kiss me back, melting into the kiss. I buried my hands in his hair and he pulled me even closer to him by my waist.

By the time we pulled away, our lips were slightly swollen and Daniel's hair was a mess.

Our foreheads were against each other and we had wide smiles on our faces.

"So is that a yes? Will you give me a chance?" he asked sheepishly.

"Definitely" I beamed at him and he cheered, lifting his fist up in the air and I just chuckled at his antics.

"Are you hungry?" he looked at me with warmth and affection.

"Starving" i responded.

"Great, so do you want to go eat? I know this one awesome restaurant" he said, already pulling me after him.

"Is this supposed to be a date?" i grinned at him.

"Of course, what else would it be? " he grinned back at me.

"Okay," I smiled.

"C'mon" he gently pulled me by my hand.

"Where are you going? My car is here" I pointed at it.

"We are taking my car, it's faster" he smirked at me.

"But what about my car?"

"Leave it here, I'm sure it will be fine," he said and resumed walking.

"Dan..." I wanted to protest, but gave in and walked with him. We left my car behind, hand in hand with the biggest smiles ever.

And as I let Daniel drag me to his car, I knew, I was in trouble. But if it meant Daniel was the trouble, I was very happy to be part of it. Always.

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