#i want them being nervous to hold hands but not being able to stop themselves

[acheemient]

Hey y'all, this angst has been great and all, but some of us have depression 😆

[okkotsuus]

Hey, just requesting. How r u? Can I request... Barou Shouei, Karasu Tabito, Shidou Ryusei, Raichi Jingo x GN! Ahodere! Reader (Ahodere: Someone who's very friendly, kind-hearted, and high-spirited, but completely stupid when it comes to romance. They're super dense and usually mistake romantic gestures towards them as something else. Matter of fact, they can even be oblivious to their own feelings. They're like Bakaderes, but Bakaderes are more naive and childish.) Genre: crack, #Save[Various], Reader is as dumb as a rock when it comes to romance - [Various] gets encouraged by their friends (Any group of Blue Lockers of your choice) to finally make a move on Reader (or they encourage themselves with their friends watching). After practice, they finally flirt with Reader. Fairly easy right? Not when your crush is denser than a rock. It's honestly embarrassing to watch.

DENSITY (bllk) !

features: barou shouei. karasu tabito. shidou ryusei.

contents: pining. very fluffy. crack. dense reader. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 karasu. i'm down bad for karasu. shidou is his own warning tbh.

notes: i'm good, how are you? i got lazy and didn't do raichi but i hope i did this the way you wanted, thank you for requesting :))

barou shouei

it was no surprise that barou was incredibly hesitant when it came to romance. he was possibly just as dense as you when it came to the subject.

if it weren't for bachira noticing the way that his gaze would stick to you, how little he shouted in your direction: it would have gone unnoticed. all it took was just a week's worth of constant pestering from his teammates to make him nearly start clawing at the walls.

he was so pissed that they had something to hold over him, someone to torment him with. meanwhile, you were so easily unaffected, it made him question if you even held any affection for him.

but barou is not a doubting man, he doesn't get nervous over something as simple as the idea of being rejected. so, begrudgingly, he ends up walking your way after a long practice: wanting to just get it over with.

a few 'woops' and cheers sound behind him, likely bachira and isagi. he only flips them the birdo over his shoulder before stopping in front of you.

"hey, y/n. go out with me." his voice is slightly rough, eyes narrowed. he may never find himself getting nervous over the most simple things, but barou swears his heart speeds up just slightly.

your eyes widen as your head tilts to the side, brows pinching in confusion. "oh? i'd love to hang out some time! shall we invite the rest of the team and maybe go bowling?" the words nearly have him letting out a shout, eye twitching.

he sighs, gritting his teeth. barou can feel the entire team staring him down, too far away to actually hear the words but still watching. "no, not with those peasants. just us." the man grumbles, the slightest hue of pink rising to the tips of his ears as his eyes hurriedly look off to the side.

then, your eyes widened, a smile crossing your face. "am i getting a surprise for something??" you just sound so damn excited that he can't help but internally groan.

strong hands grab your shoulders, hauling you closer. barou's face is dangerously close, his brows are furrowed and a vein pops out of his forehead. "dammit you moron, i'm hitting on you..!"

"but you're only holding me, not hitting..?" he lets out a loud exasperated shout, turning and storming off while the team watches in awe.

it seems the barou will have to try again another day, he ran out of confidence patience.

karasu tabito

karasu has never been one to have trouble with finding someone, much less with being able to attract them. he was a pretty boy, tall and lean, even had a talent to boot.

but you, you evaded his charms so easily. it made him feel like a damn fool. which leads to him ranting to otoya in the locker rooms after practice.

"i swear man, it's like they don't even see me as a man, ugh..." he trails off with a sigh, eyes closing as his head leans back against the lockers. sweat drips down his face before his eyes open to look back at his friend.

otoya lets out a wicked cackle, amused by his best friend's misery. "then ya gotta do somethin' real bold, make 'em remember!" he offers, smirking as karasu's eyes widen like he had an epiphany.

the taller boy jumps up, shouting a thanks as he rushes out of the locker room. he nearly tumbles over as he skids to a stop in front of you, chest heaving.

karasu backs you up against a wall, eyes narrowing as a smooth smirk splits his pretty pink lips. "wanna get out of here, angel..?" his voice is like honey, thick and sweet.

but you don't even flush, no sense of surprise or nervousness, just that same dumb smile. "are you getting tired of the facility? i'd love to show you around the town at the foot of the mountain!" your words are chipper, but there's no sense of truly understanding what he had actually meant in them.

he swears his heart stops for a moment, eye twitching as his mouth hangs open in shock. but he decides to double down, hands resting against your waist as he leans ever-closer.

"no, but i'm awfully tired of you playing coy..." there's a slight rumble to his voice, convinced you were playing hard-to-get. karasu didn't believe that someone could ever be this dense. especially not with how obvious he's made things.

but you just blink at him, lips parting into an 'o'. he feels his heart stop as he realized you really are just that dumb, he would have to literally spell it out for you.

"i want you, in every sense of the word."

shidou ryusei

ryusei had never been one to falter when chasing the things he wanted. he has never backed down. for the longest time, all he'd desired had been soccer: scoring and winning. but that was until his eyes saw you.

like a predator he found himself observing your every moment, quieter than before. he lingered around you while in blue lock, as if someone would snatch you away.

every goal her scored has pink irises flitting in your directing, a wicked smirk parting his lips when he hears your praises. soccer had never felt so euphoric before.

he begins to crave the feeling, like an addict. ryusei scores goal after goal, getting hits from the little gasps of awe you give him so generously. he finds his cheeks flushed hot pink, eyes nearly rolling back into his head.

it's at that moment he decides he can't stand the thought of ever being without that sensation. so, after practice, only with a few wishes of his failure from rin, he decides to strike.

ryusei finds you easily, as if he was attuned to it. he doesn't introduce himself, just wraps his arms around you from behind, chin propping against your shoulder. "i have never wanted to score anything more than a goal, until you pranced so happily into my life..."

your head tilts back to look at him, a confused look on your face. you show no signs of fluster, expression completely neutral. "thank you?" your voice is perplexed, but still warm.

in that second ryusei realize how much he desires to see your facade crumble. how he wants to see you break and finally realize his intentions. he years to see your face painted in red with wide eyes locked on him: and only him.

and he never loses sight of his goals.

okkotsuus 24

[erenjaegerwifee]

Make You Mine 

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff

Word Count: 3.3K

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable feel free to scroll and do not interact with my page or any of my posts!

Index: karyu - teacher, hupx - miss, rutxe - please, kelku - house/home

Today is your first day, you are kind one nervous even though you’re teaching 7-year-olds. Kids can be mean sometimes but that’s not your problem. You have wanted this job since you were a little kid in the class, you always thought about how nice it was growing up and being able to teach children things you got to learn yourself, it felt like you were really helping the clan. You're taking over for the teacher then taught you, her name is O’laya, or as you used to call her miss O’laya.  

You get up bright and early eating a heavy breakfast you now sort of regretted and made sure your brother was ready for the day. The clan is very big so you are not the only teacher in the clan naturally the kids are split up into different classes. You were lucky to get a young one. You thank Eywa for her mercy. You dress yourself in your leaf top and loincloth that stops by your caves, you decided you might be running around and there was no need to slip someone a peak of your undergarments so you had longer loincloths made just for this job.  

You took a deep breath walking out of your kelku and to the class area to meet O’laya. “Miss O’laya, how are you this morning?” You greet her with a sweet smile. “Ah my dear, I am well, ready for today? I’m going to introduce you and take my leave.” You nodded and walked behind her into the class.  

“Good morning children. Now I’ve already told your parents and you all that you’ll be getting a new teacher. So, I’d like to all to meet Hupx Y/n! She will be your teacher from now on!” Everyone greeted you with sweet smiles and O’laya took her leave.  

“Good morning kids! I’m super excited to be your teacher why don’t we go around the class and get to know each other?” Your smile and sit on top of your desk listening to the children introduce themselves with names and ages along with things they like. They were every entertaining to listen to. Some were shy but some were upbeat and loud one of them being none other than your clan’s olo’eyktan’s youngest, Tuktiery, or as she requested people call her Tuk. When it was her turn, she stood so excitedly sitting directly in front of your desk in the class and said, “Hi new miss! My name is Tuktiery Sully very similar to my mama’s name but not that same! You can call me Tuk, everyone does! But anyways, I’m 7 years old and I’m new in this class to just like you! I like ikrans I can’t wait to get my own one day like my mama!” 

“Well, that is wonderful Tuk! I’m sure one day you will have a beautiful Ikran.” You smile and she sat down and continued the lesson. After a long day of fun activities, it was time for the kids to go home. You were cleaning up the classroom while parents came one by one to collect their little ones.

There were only about three kids left when you heard a knock on the wood by the entrance flap and two parents walked in. They were Tuk’s parents, Jake and Neytiri Sully. You brought your hands up to your forehead to make the respectful gesture and they returned it smiling at you. “Ah, you must be Tuk’s new teacher I am her mother, it is very nice to meet you.” she was so beautiful, “This is my husband, Jake” she gestured her hands to her husband that now hold their youngest. 

“The pleasure is mine; I look forward to getting to know you and your family.” you smile back at her. It was customary for the teachers to get to know the parents of their classes, it allowed for much smoother sailing when it comes to their education, everyone was involved in teaching the children. “We do as well, how about you sit with us at communal dinner tonight” Jake spoke up. 

You must admit you were a bit stunned; you weren’t expecting such an invitation. “Communal dinner with the Olo’eyktan’s family wow, I am extremely flattered, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time” you smile at them shyly, they thought you were very cute, you might fit in quite well with their older kids, “Rutxe hupx y/n! I want you to meet my sister” you smile sweetly at her pleading eyes and sighed with a nod; how could you not say yes to her? “I be happy to, if it’s okay can I bring my younger brother along, he sits with me every day.” 

They agreed to let him join you, then walked out of the class with Tuk. The remaining children left shortly after and finish cleaning up the room, you felt a bit nervous to be having dinner with them, you thought about backing out in case it might be awkward but decided against it in the end, they were very kind people their children should more than reflect that. Jake was one of the most loved rulers of the Omatikaya clan, but in passing, you've never seen him act like he was worth more than anyone else.  

He is a noble man; you suppose that’s why Neytiri fell in love with him. You left the room and made your way back to your hut to get ready for the dinner. Your brother was already there when you arrived, “Kamea you’re home early isn’t training longer than this?” he was sprawled out on the floor, his training equipment laid messily on the floor next to the entrance. “Just introductions, made a couple friends than I came home, what at we doing for dinner?”  

“Uh we’re having dinner with olo’eyktan’s family tonight, they invited us to sit with them. Their youngest is in my class.” Ever since your parents passed, you and your brother have only had each other. When you first lost them, it was difficult to bounce back and you didn’t want to pitied stares of your people. So, you learned to take care of your brother at home. That included cooking in the comfort of your family home then slowly you would go back to communal dinners but only once in a while. The clan was not all that used to seeing you out and about.  

When dinner time arrived, you put on a pink and purple beaded top and matching loincloth to make your way to the center of the village with your brother walking behind you. Your nerves were getting the better of you now as you picked your nails and looked around anxiously, you didn’t see the family yet so you walked through the crowd politely greeting people who decided to greet you both.  

When you do spot the Sullys Tuk was jumping up and down waving at you, she calmed some of your nerves but her ruckus caused everyone else to turn to you. Jake and Neytiri stood and smiled as you walked over. You didn’t glance down at their other children just yet though. You and your brother brought your hands up to your forehead to greet them respectively. Only then did you both sit down directly in front two grown mean, who just so happen to be their sons. “That you so much for inviting us again, it was very kind of you”  

Tuk sat next to you and Jake and Neytiri formed a semi- circle connecting the group with their children across from you. “We are delighted ever since Tuk came home; she couldn’t stop talking about her new karyu. Kiri pass them the leaves.” A kind girl with a few braids in her lose hair introduced herself and as Tuk’s sister Kiri. “Ah so you are the sister she wanted me to meet, I am y/n” you smile at her sweetly and unwrapped the food. 

She smiled back at you then Jake spoke up, “Oh yea, let me introduce you, you know my wife and Tuk, this is Neteyam and Lo’ak my sons and well now you know Kiri” your eyes dart from Jake to the man sitting directly in front of you, Neteyam. You felt a blush creeping up he was gorgeous. Neteyam looked like Eywa carved him out of diamond. His skin somehow looked soft and tough at the same time, his hair braided neatly falling over his ears when he bent his head, and his eyes, Eywa his eyes were golden, the most beautiful shade of gold you’ve ever seen in eyes. You realized you were staring a bit too long when you noticed the smirk on his face and you brother elbowed you in the stomach. 

Your eyes dart down before they came up to greet them both. Lo’ak was seated right next to his brother directly in front of you. “This is my brother, Kamea. He just graduated to warrior training” you gesture to your brother speaking to them all. “I know, he’s in my group of trainees, I look forward to working with him” Lo’ak said which made you smile, you are glad your brother is making friends better than you did at his age.

Throughout the dinner you kept glancing at Neteyam as he ate and every time you made eye contact you were always the one to break it, “So you're a new teacher, that is impressive not many people can replace hupx O’laya.” Neteyam spoke to you, he actually said something to your face. “Yea she was my karyu too” you smile, “she was? How old are you? I don’t ever remember seeing you in her class” He spoke again. “I’m 22 I think I was in the year below you, we’ve never been in the same class” you dip your head to stare at your plate when felt the blush deepen on your face.  

“Oh, that explains it Neteyam is a year ahead of you, so let us about yourself are you mated yet?” Neytiri asked. “No, I’m not, I haven’t given it much thought”  

“Yea says the girl with the wedding scrapbook?” Kamea said. You whip your head to look at your brother giving him a menacing glare, but like the dumbass he is, he never stopped talking. “She hasn’t mated yet because she doesn’t know how it would work with everything, if it were up to her, she would have already found some poor sucker to take care of her.” 

You gasp dramatically putting your hands on your chest, “Poor sucker to take care of me? I’m the poor sucker taking care of you, you ungrateful rat.” you and your brother always bicker like that, sometimes you forget people are around. He was about to retort but you were brought back to reality by Kiri’s snickering, “they sound like you and Neteyam” she told Lo’ak making the family giggle. 

Your face was flush with embarrassment as you pinched your brother on the arm before you continue to eat, “What don’t you think won’t work if you mate?” You head whips up to Neteyam making eye contact with him, suddenly you lose your words, “um, I take care of my brother, I have been for years now, usually when you mate with a man you move out of your kelku and into his, well our parents are no more I can’t just leave him. My dreams of mating can wait”  

“Your parents passed I am so sorry” Kiri said but your eyes never left neteyam’s you were captivated in them. Your brother once again nudged your shoulder and you turned to Kiri not noticing the look Jake and Lo’ak exchanged. “It’s ok, it was a long time ago” you smiled softly at her, “I don’t think that should be a problem, if a man loves you and knows your situation you wouldn’t be inconveniencing him by allowing your brother to live with you” Neteyam spoke to you again.  

“You think? I don’t know, a couple of guys are courting but I haven’t decided if I’m ready to mate then yet” your face twisted a bit clearly showing the fact that you don’t like them which making Neteyam smirk. 

You practically ignored his presence when you first got there but he couldn’t stop staring at you, you were absolutely phenomenal, the colors of your outfit complimented your tone perfectly, your hair cascaded down your back effortlessly, your loincloths were longer than the women he usually sees but he admires your effort to stay modest when teaching young children.  

After dinner was over you said your goodbye hugging a crying tuk after you told her you couldn’t spend the night but promised to see her the next day. Your brother left during her crying session being tired and wanted to get some rest. The stars shined beautifully in the sky and you begin to walk away into the darkness towards your hut. “Wait up!” someone shouted behind you and you saw neteyam running up to you, that man just looks godly doing everything huh. 

“Let me walk you home it’s dark” he smiled at you; he was such a gentleman. “But who’s gonna walk you home?” you joked at he started to match his pace to yours, “Very funny I am a well-known and respected warrior karyu, I can handle walking at night” 

“Really, well respected I can understand but well-known? I’ve never met you before” you smile at him, being away from all the other prying eyes made it easier for you to relax and speak like you normally would, instead of being shy. You could see the your kelku coming into view and you were a bit sad your time with his warrior would be over.  

“Hey listen I want to ask you something, normally I’d go about this a different way but I don’t really want to wait. Would you do me the honor of letting me court you?” his question caught you so off guard. You understand the courting process starts right after meeting each other as adults but you couldn’t believe your future olo’eyktan wanted you on his arm. “You want to court me?” You stopped walking and turned to face him making him do the same. “Why?”  

“Why not, I met you a couple hours ago and, in that time, I’ve gotten to know you are single, you are smart, you have good mothering instincts and you are great with children, you are a good cook according to your brother, you put down a mean meal and still look sexy as ever, and one of the more obvious reasons, I think your so fucking beautiful”  

His hands have gotten a hold of yours while he was speaking and he looked into your eyes as he said every single word and you just knew he meant it. You have never met a man you wanted to get on your knees for so bad, and he wanted to make you love him. You almost asked him to pinch you so you’ll know you’re awake but decided if this was a dream, you aren’t gonna end it. 

“Neteyam..” you sounded awestruck as you whispered his name it makes him smile down at you so sweetly, you thought you were about to have a sugar rush. “Say it sweetheart, let me court you, let me make you mine” he took small steps closer until he was almost pressed up against you, one of his hands came up to your cheek stroking it softly with his thumb. “Yes, make me yours” 

His lips broke out into a smile triggering yours and pulled you into closer, his arm was now wrapped around your waist and you were pressed against his chest. His skin was warm it almost made you shiver thinking about pulling away. His eyes dart down to your lips and back up to your eyes as if asking for permission to kiss you.  

You leaned in and your eyes fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours softly. His lips were as worms as his body, kissing him felt like breathing a different kind of air, he was so gentle with you, so caring as if he could break you if he squeezed too hard. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss running your hands through his braids, rubbing your fingers against his head. You didn’t want to every stop kissing him, you never wanted to pull away.  

He swiped his tongue on your bottom lip and you wasted no time giving him access to your mouth. He leaned more into you causing you to bent back but you didn’t let him go, Neteyam held you tightly against him exploring the crevasse in your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when he latched into your bottom lip with his fangs and pulled on it separating you from the kiss.  

You didn’t waste any time chasing his lips as he pulled away making him chuckle, you continued to suck each other's tongue as if you weren’t out in the open and if anyone decided to walk pass, they would see you humping each other. You felt his bulge press against you between your thighs, you moan at the feeling of his clothed cock humping against your clit. Your time was cut short however by the someone clearing their throat behind Neteyam. 

You both jumped pulling away from each other, your lips were swollen and you suddenly felt the need to cover your body from the cold and you watched Neteyam cover his hands over his bulge was we watch his father and brother stand in front of us. Lo’ak sported a wide grin almost as if he was proud of his brother and his father stood with a neutral expression but his smile was cracking through.   

“I thought you were walking her home?” Jake said. “I was- I am” 

“And so how did you end up with your tongue down her throat? Or was her tongue down yours?” Lo’ak said. Your eyes dart to the floor and your toes played with the grass. 

You didn’t see the way Neteyam smiled at your shy behavior, “Why are you two even out here?” 

“Well son, Lo’ak brought it to my attention you’ve been gone for 20 minutes and I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting mauled by some freakishly large predator, but it seems like she’s the one getting mauled.” Neteyam was at least a head over you, he was very tall, kissing him made your neck hurt but fuck did you wanna do it again. “I’ll be right there let me take her home” 

Jake rolled his eyes at his son’s responses and Lo’ak just giggled like he a school kid. “It’s ok, I live right there, you did want you were meant to” you said to him softly gesturing to your kelku behind you and smiled at him. 

“Yea and seems like he did a lot more too” Lo’ak snorted as he tried to hold in his laugh. If you weren’t so embarrassed you’d see how funny this must look for someone else’s point of view. “How about I take you out tomorrow? After your class, I’ll come there and meet you” Neteyam grabbed your hand and laced your fingers with his smiling at you.  

“I’d like that, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you smiled as you begin to back away from him.  

“Yea I’ll see you” he smiles watching you turn and run away into the safety of your hut before turning back to his brother and father. 

They didn’t say anything besides tried to hold in their snickers about the whole situation, they can’t wait to watch this one play out. 

✨I hope you all enjoyed reading! I had fun with this one! Let me know if yall want a part 2 cuz I want to write one!

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[jinkoh]

please don't make me jealous

jeonghan x gn reader

summary: your friend's friend seems to be very keen on spending time with you

tags: fluff, friends? to lovers, confessions, SFW, warnings: none

word count: ~2,3k

a/n: let's pretend i wrote this silly little fic for his birthday and not because i can't stop thinking about him haha (it's more or less the idea i had here)

Masterlist

“Are you sure I can come along?”

Hoshi looked at you in confusion. “Why would you even ask that? Of course you can come along.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know, I just don’t want to invite myself along…”

“First of all, you’re not inviting yourself. I’m inviting you. And it’s just the arcade anyway.”

“But they are your friends.”

Hoshi still didn’t seem to understand your worries. “Yeah. And you’re my friend too. It’s no big deal. And you already know them too, don’t act like a stranger.”

He was right, you’d met most of his friends at this point—but you weren’t a part of the friends group. You were just his childhood friend who happened to live in the same town again now, but they were his friends. Maybe that weird distinction only existed in your head, but tagging along to plans they made among themselves still made you feel like an imposter.

“It’s really okay?”

“It’s really okay.”

You nodded slowly. “Okay then.”

Hoshi smiled brightly at your words and then pulled you along to meet the others. 

They were already waiting outside the building and you felt even more nervous now, especially when Hoshi immediately mingled with them and made conversation. You’d hoped that maybe one of his roommates would be there too, since you knew them a little better, but it seemed like they wouldn’t be coming today.

“Sorry,” a familiar voice suddenly came from behind you, “Am I late?”

Jeonghan rested his hand on your shoulder in greeting, but his words seemed to address the group as a whole.

Someone made a complaint, but he didn’t mind it all that much and just laughed before turning to you, his hand still on your shoulder. “I didn’t know you’d be coming.”

“Hoshi invited me.”

“You didn’t need his invitation to come,” he winked playfully. “You’re always welcome.”

You knew better than to read anything into it—Jeonghan was always like this but there was no real meaning behind it. Still, you felt a little relieved to see him. While you wouldn’t say that the two of you were close, you at least knew him better than most of the others and it was good to know there was someone you were able to hold a conversation with without feeling awkward.

“Thanks,” you replied in lack of a better answer, shaking his hand off and following the others inside the arcade.

Jeonghan jogged up behind you with a sigh. “You’re always so cold, y/n. You wound me.”

Before you could answer, Hoshi bumped into his side, reprimanding him not to bother you. 

Inside, everyone naturally spread out, pursuing the games they were interested in. Hoshi immediately spotted a giant tiger that could be won at the basketball and rushed off to try his luck. You on the other hand were drawn to the claw  machines. Maybe it was childish or silly, but the small white rabbits were  just too cute to pass on and you desperately wanted one for yourself.

Though  after what felt like your zillionth attempt you started to realize that maybe you had to give up on it after all. No matter how hard you tried it simply wasn’t working out.

Your whole focus taken up by the plushie falling back into the pile over and over again, you hadn’t even noticed that someone had taken up the claw machine next to you until something white and soft nudged your shoulder.

“Is it this one?”

You turned around to Jeonghan in confusion who was holding up one of the little bunnies.

“The one you wanted, it's this right?”

Your eyes wandered between him and the bunny, still not quite grasping the situation and unsure how to react. Somehow you felt a little silly, being so passionate about getting a stupid plushie, that Jeonghan felt the need to get it for you. It shouldn’t matter but you couldn’t help wondering what he thought about it. Did he think you were childish?

“I just got a bit too much into the game. It’s not that I really want it that much. But since you already went through the trouble…” you mumbled with a weak laugh, reaching out for the plushie, but Jeonghan pulled it back out of reach.

“You don’t want it?” 

You didn’t like to admit to it but you also couldn't miss out on the plushie, so without meeting his gaze you reluctantly spoke up again. “Maybe I do want it,” you said, your hand still stretched out. “A little bit.”

“That’s better.” He easily handed it over now, briefly patting the round head before letting go. “Now, wanna do some car racing?”

With that he turned in the direction, but you stopped him, your fingers lightly tugging on his sleeve.

"Jeonghan?"

"Mhm?"

“Thank you.”

“Sure,” he replied nonchalantly, a small smile on his lips.

When you got back home that evening, you gave the little plushie a special place next to your pillow. Just because it was so cute, of course.

 You looked around the apartment in confusion. “Is Hoshi not here? He said he would be.” 

The question was meant for Woozi who’d opened the door for you and had still been in the living room half a minute ago, but it was someone else who answered.

“I’m afraid you’re out of luck. Though, I’m here so maybe it’s not so unlucky after all.” Jeonghan looked at you with the grin of a Cheshire cat. 

“It’s just—we agreed to meet,” you mumbled, walking to the kitchen again even though you’d already checked it before and knew Hoshi wasn’t there. “Guess I’ll come back another time then.”

Jeonghan followed behind with a small, unserious pout on his lips. “You can still stay.”

“That’d be kinda weird, wouldn’t it?”

“Why? You can hang out with me. Why are you only ever coming for Hoshi?”

“Because Hoshi is my friend?”

“Aren’t I your friend too?”

You didn’t know what to say to that—was he? Was he your friend? It’s not that you didn’t like him, you did. But friends still didn’t seem quite right.

“Either way, if Hoshi isn’t here it doesn’t make much sense for me to stay. He wanted to help me pick up a shelf since I don’t—it doesn’t matter.”

“I can help you.”

“Maybe I should try calling him,” you mumbled, barely acknowledging Jeonghan’s offer, but he didn’t seem offended. Instead he huffed and nodded.

“Right. You should try calling.”

“I’m so sorry,” Hoshi apologized the second he picked up. “I got held up, but I’ll be there in—uh—about an hour? Really, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“No, don’t worry. Let’s just do it another time, don’t stress yourself.”

After the call ended (not without Hoshi apologizing another 73 times) Jeonghan was still standing there, looking at you.

“Want me to help now?”

You contemplated for a moment, unsure if it was okay to take the offer. It was one thing to ask your long time friend to help you with an errand like this—but Jeonghan?

Then again, who knew when Hoshi and you would find another date that would work for both of you?

“Only if you’re really free—I don’t want to be a bother.”

Jeonghan grinned, already snatching the car keys from the hook. “You could never be a bother.”

Just a little later you were sitting on the passenger seat of  his car  Jeonghan waiting for you to buckle up before he started the motor and backed out of the lot. For a while, aside from the playlist running in the background, the ride was quiet. You thought you should say something, but somehow it felt hard to break the silence.

"Jeonghan?" You eventually started  your voice a little too soft.

"Mhm?"

“Thanks for coming along. I know you barely have any time too.”

“If you’re the one who’s asking I’ll make time,” Jeonghan grinned, as he stopped the car at a red light. “Should have just asked me from the start.”

You chuckled and shook your head lightly. “Sure, sure. I’ll do that next time.

“‘l’lI take your word for it. I’ll be jealous if you don’t.”

“Mhm, stop joking around already and focus on the road. It’s green.”

Jeonghan looked at you for another moment, the playful grin no longer on his lips. 

“I’m serious.” His voice was calm and low. “Ask me next time.”

Feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you quickly turned your head away, staring out of the window instead. You knew he couldn’t mean this, you knew Jeonghan simply enjoyed taking jokes a little bit too far. But why did it not feel like a joke anymore? And why did that thought get your heart racing?

“Okay,” you pressed out.

“Okay,” he repeated, his tone light again as he started up the car.

When you stood in front of your apartment door, Jeonghan holding onto the huge cardboard box with the shelf in it while you were supposed to unlock your door, you realized you hadn’t thought this through.

“Actually, until here is enough. I think I can handle the rest.”

He looked confused. “What? Why? I have time today, I can help you with assembling it too.”

“No, really,” you insisted, your mind stuck on the fact that you hadn’t cleaned up your flat and maybe it wasn’t the best time for a first visit. “It’s fine.”

There was a small frown on Jeonghan’s face now, clearly unsatisfied. “I bet you wouldn’t say that to Hoshi.”

“Well, but Hoshi is—he’s seen it before.”

“So, let me see too.”

“I didn’t clean.”

Jeonghan chuckled. “Oh, come on, you’ve seen our apartment in all kinds of states. It’s only fair if you let me in too.”

When you contemplated for a moment longer, his features softened up a little. “I wouldn’t judge. I promise.”

With a sigh you turned back to the door and typed in your code. “Remember,” you warned before letting him in, “you promised.”

While you closed the door and hung up your coat, Jeonghan already carried the box to your bedroom where you wanted the shelf to go. 

“Oh?” You heard him exclaim the moment he stepped inside, and you started feeling a little alarmed.

Hastily, you followed him to your room and found him sitting on your rug, the box on the floor beside him and the little white bunny he’d gifted you in his lap.

“You kept him,” He smiled as he moved him around by his little arms.

You felt caught; you’d completely forgotten that of course it had still been sitting on your bed, right next to your pillow like some treasured item.

“I mean—you’d already gotten him for me so I would have felt bad to throw him out,” you defended yourself.

“Mhm,” he grinned. “Sure.”

“Don’t make fun of me.”

“I’m not.”

“Whatever.” You didn’t look at him, maybe because you didn’t know how to or maybe because you wanted to hide your flushed cheeks. Instead you crouched down next to the cardboard box and started to open it. 

“You can go, if you want. I’ll just ask Hoshi to help me build it next time,” you said with a pout but you weren’t entirely serious.

Jeonghan came over, holding the bunny up in front of his face.

“Don’t be angry,” he made the plushie say in a high pitched voice, but you barely spared him a glance so he set it aside. 

“I’m not,” he repeated, with more determination this time. “I’m not making fun of you. I was just happy you kept it. So, don’t be angry.”

“...Okay.”

“And don’t ask Hoshi to help instead.”

You looked at him, unable to stop yourself from huffing a laugh. “Is that really that important to you?”

“I told you I’d get jealous.”

Before you could reply, he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his voice soft when he continued. “Please don’t make me jealous.”

For a moment you forgot how to breathe, caught off guard by the sudden proximity, and even more caught off guard by how serious he sounded.

“Why?” you pressed out, barely audibly. “Why would you get jealous?”

He let out a weak chuckle before raising his head to look at you, his face way too close to your own. “Do you really not know?”

You thought maybe you did. But it couldn’t be. No way it could be.

You shook your head.

“But I don’t think I can say it. Won't you run away if I do?”

Your mouth felt dry. 

You shook your head again.

“I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“I like you, y/n.”

It was the answer you’d expected and the answer you’d hoped for. And yet, now that he’d actually said it you didn’t know how to react. Him having feelings for you just seemed so unreal, so impossible.

“Okay.”

“What kind of answer is that?” His voice wasn’t offended or demanding, instead it was soft, just a whisper so close to your face that you felt the words on your skin. “Just—okay.”

“Okay as in noted?”

You couldn’t help yourself from staring at his lips, mere inches from your own. If you moved in a tiny little bit—

“Okay as in let’s try this.”

He couldn’t hide the smile that was spreading on his face at your words, his own gaze shifting between your eyes and your mouth. “Yeah?” 

Your heart was hammering in your chest like crazy as you leaned in, carefully, hesitantly brushing your lips against his.

“Yeah,” you whispered, before you finally dared to kiss him for real. “Let’s try this.”

Masterlist

[henrioo]

✦ ── ANYTHING FOR YOU: SHANKS

Part one — Parte two

Child! Shanks x Child! Reader ( x platonic! Edward Newgate)

Synopsis: "A confusing encounter with a red-haired child ends up changing his day completely."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,6k

Notes: Pronouns should be neutral but because of automatic translation they are masculine, I'm sorry, it was written with a neutral reader in mind. Forgive the bad English too, Google is not one of the best

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Today would definitely be your day! After weeks of trying to convince your brothers and especially your father, you had managed to get permission to take a tour all alone around the next island the ship stopped. It might seem silly, but living surrounded by men who saw danger in everything made your freedom being compared to one of a bird in a cage. Of course, you were more than grateful for all the effort they put into protecting you, but sometimes you just wanted to run around and play with other kids instead of being followed by famous pirates who scared anyone who came near.

That's why you couldn't hold back the anxiety of finally being able to live a little adventure completely alone! You've prepared very well, choosing fresh clothes that won't get in the way of playing or running, took a purse with a generous amount of money that you collected according to the days and choose the best and most resistant shoes! Everything was perfect, you couldn't even swallow your food during lunch. You were so busy, as soon as the meal was over, you said goodbye to everyone and ran towards the port, excited to explore the place.

Even if walking around and spending money on silly things wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world, just being able to experience all those new things by yourself and maybe even make a few friends was enough to get you excited. There weren't many young people in Whitebeard's crew, you ended up being the only child and the youngest member which left you a bit alone. Of course no one refused to play with you, Marco and Thatch would spend hours distracting you if that made you happy, the point was that they were adults and eventually needed to take care of their responsibilities, leaving you alone.

Your plan was to buy some candy and maybe find some kids your age to play with, you couldn't wait to get some attention from people who would also like to play. You walked carefree through the big city market, there were countless merchants, mothers, workers, all walking around in their own worlds and duties. You'd eventually stop and look at the fruit, jewelry, or anything else that looked like fun, but you weren't focused on shopping. You were humming absently around, not really caring about your surroundings when you started to hear footsteps approaching.

When you turned around to try to figure out what was going on it was too late, a person collided directly with you but before he could knock you to the ground, he pulled you by the arm away from the main road. You were dragged into an alley and soon a hand covered your mouth, when you regained your senses you could hear more and more footsteps approaching, a crowd running! You frowned in confusion as you listened to what people were saying. "Are you sure you lost them?" You tried to peek down the alley and you could guess they were sailors by their blue and white outfit. "Shit, those little brats! I can't believe they robbed us…" they argued among themselves "Let's keep looking, they can't have gone far".

So when the men walked away you decided to pay attention to the situation you were in. You looked to see who your captors were and came across two… children? The boy holding you had blue hair and a huge red nose, he was holding your mouth while his face had a terrified expression. Next to him was a boy with red hair and a nice hat, he was carrying what looked like a bag of coins and he also looked extremely nervous about being chased. Whoever they were, you knew they'd robbed the sailors, but that didn't mean they weren't a risk to you.

When you were sure the sailors were gone you used all your strength to step on the boy's foot and then bite his hand. You might be small but you weren't harmless, growing up with powerful pirates had taught you a trick or two.

"Ouch! You bit me!" The boy screamed as he held his own hand.

The redhead finally seemed to notice that they'd dragged someone else into the mess and looked at you confused.

"You kidnapped me!" You countered by crossing your arms.

"You kidnapped them?!" The redhead exclaimed looking at his friend in shock.

"They were in the way!" The other tried to defend himself "And you bit me! I was about to let you go!" He was still angry but you didn't care.

"Think before you kidnap me! You're lucky I only bit you, if I told my brothers they would do a lot worse!" You exclaimed proudly of your family.

"Sure, like I'm going to believe a snotty brat" the blue haired one rolled his eyes.

"You called me what?!" You exclaimed with fury as your cheeks burned.

"Snotty brat" he said again with a smirk, looking satisfied with having turned the tables.

The problem was that the boy had underestimated you, one thing you definitely lacked was patience. You learned very early that you shouldn't tolerate offenses against yourself or your family, so you let anger win that fight. You quickly punched the blue-haired boy in the middle of the face, the one who fell on his butt with a scream.

"Buggy!" The red-haired friend screamed and went to help him.

"I'm not snotty!" You said stomping your foot on the floor.

The red-haired boy looked between you and the companion, his gaze showing shock and… fascination? He looked at you like you were a bedtime story hero, someone amazing and you couldn't understand. Shouldn't he be angry? You had just hit his colleague and he seemed fascinated by it?

"Wow…" he exclaimed looking you up and down.

"Humpf! Idiot" you said without patience and then you turned to leave the alley "You're lucky I won't tell my brothers, Marco would finish you off" you said and then left the place ignoring the red haired boy who kept calling you .

You were nervous and frustrated that visit to the city had not gone as you planned, so you decided to go back to the ship earlier. Luckily you would stay a few days in that place, there would be other opportunities to explore and meet kind and fun children, no more children who irritated you. It wasn't long after returning to shore that the crew set up a small camp to store the new supplies while the ship was refueled. There, you found Marco fiddling with some papers and further away you could see his father giving orders to some other members.

You sat with a sulky face while eating a candy you bought in town, Marco looked at you curiously and approached with a characteristic smile.

"What's wrong birdie-yoi?" He smiled and sat down next to you.

"I… I met some annoying kids" you decided it was better to omit what had happened, as much as you wanted revenge, you understood that the confusion had been a misunderstanding and you didn't want your siblings worrying about something so silly.

"Wasn't that fun?" He nodded when he saw you deny it. "Don't worry, you can still meet other kids in the next few days" he smiled trying to calm you down "And if nobody wants to play with you, let's get Visa and Jozu and have a tea party, how about that?" He offered, knowing you were always happiest spending time with your brothers.

"Promise?" You looked at him sullenly.

"On my honor" he smiled as he saw you clearly getting more excited about the idea.

After a little chat, Marco had to get back to work and you decided not to bother him anymore. So to distract yourself until dinner time you decided to walk along the nearby beach and look for some shells to collect, you were still thinking about the boys from before, especially the redhead. He was looking at you with so much emotion that you couldn't help but feel your stomach churning, no one had ever looked at you like that… It was so weird and it made you so confused, what was that? Some noises in the nearby forest caught your attention, being curious that you were, so it didn't take long to approach and look for who was there.

"It 's you!" You said in recognition of seeing the red hair from before.

"Shhhh!" He asked for silence and you covered your mouth, looking around for any threat "Are your brothers here?" he asked quietly.

"They're over there…" you pointed into the distance and he seemed to agree silently "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you again" he admitted looking at the floor, his cheeks were slightly pink and you felt your body getting warm.

"Why?" You asked timidly.

"Because your punch was super cool!" His eyes sparkled "You hit Buggy right on!"

"Is he not your friend?" You asked confused.

"He is… But you were just defending yourself! He shouldn't have called you snotty… You're not snotty, you're too cute to be!" He confidently admitted.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Your cheeks were now on fire.

"I do…" he smiled shyly "I'm Shanks, what's your name?" He approached.

"(Y/n)" you smiled.

"Cool, I didn't know Whitebeard had someone in the crew with my age"

"How do you know I’m in the Whitebeard’s crew?”

"You said you had a brother named Marco, I know him! And my captain said Whitebeard was in town, so that had to be it," he said with pride in his little investigation.

"Your captain? Are you a pirate too?" You were curious now.

"Yes! I'm from the Roger Pirates!" he exclaimed with pride.

That's when your face became sad... You had heard about this crew countless times, all your life you grew up hearing that they were your father's main enemies and that you could not, under any circumstances, approach them.

"I shouldn't be talking to you!" You finally realized and tried to run, but Shanks was quick and grabbed you.

"Wait! Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He begged as he held her wrist gently but firmly.

"How can I trust you? You kidnapped me this morning! And we are sworn enemies!" You snorted.

"But I don't want to be your enemy…"

"You don't?" You let your emotions get the best of you.

"No… I… I want to be your boyfriend!" He declared with fire in his eyes.

"Boyfriend!?" You stuttered in shock, your face was hot and probably red, your eyes were wide in shock.

"Yes! You're super strong and cute!" He said without a care and then let go of your hand "Unless you didn't like me…"

"No! I did like you…!" You admitted with embarrassment "But… I never had a boyfriend… What do they do?"

"They… They" he stammered in embarrassment "They hold hands… Kiss on the cheek and go on dates!" He said with embarrassment.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with as much embarrassment as he was. You thought about holding Shanks hands and your stomach started to turn, it would also be really cool to be able to play with him.

"It's cool, isn't it? We can be sweethearts!" He tried to convince you.

"(Y/n)?! Where are you? It's getting dark and we should go back to the ship" You heard your father's voice approaching.

"Shanks?! Where are you?!" Another unknown voice came from the middle of the forest.

Before you could run away the fearsome encounter took place, behind you was your father and behind Shanks must have been the much talked about Roger, his captain. You both widened your eyes in terror when you realized what was happening, but you didn't dare open your mouth to try to explain.

"Roger"

"Newgate"

"Can you explain why your brat is talking to my child?" He quickly put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back.

"Good question, what's up Shanks? Did you come here to talk to the old man?" The captain chuckled, he didn't seem to be mad at Shanks at all.

"I… Well…" the boy mumbled incoherently with embarrassment.

"Did he do something to you?" Your father asked, looking at you calmly, he didn't seem mad at you at all, which calmed you down a bit.

"No…" you mumbled shyly and grabbed his leg.

"Hm, maybe they just met and had a chat" Roger theorized "Or are they secretly flirting, huh Shanks? You naughty, came for the riskiest one" the man teased.

"Don't talk nonsense Roger, (y/n) can't date you, brat" His father said as if that was nonsense.

"I can't?" You asked with some sadness in your voice.

"They can’t?" It was Shanks's turn to look sadly at his captain.

The two men stared at each other in shock, they seemed to slowly understand what was going on between the two of you.

"Don't tell me… Did you like this piece of junk?" your father asked in shock and nervousness.

"Hey! No need to offend other people's children!" Roger defended "Shanks isn't that bad… He's just… He" the man shrugged.

"Like you understand" Edward rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we were young once!" Roger laughed "Let the kids date and have some fun, nothing bad will come of it"

"No" Edward gave the final verdict, but when he felt you pulling his pants and making your huge lost puppy eyes with tears threatening to fall he started to rethink the idea "(y/n)..."

"Please?" You asked "I promise I'll help more often in the kitchen if you let me..." you tried to bargain, you liked Shanks, you didn't want to be banned from dating him, even if you didn't know exactly what boyfriends did.

"Heavens… Who knew having kids would be like this…" He sighed tiredly "You guys can date" Shanks smiled "With some conditions!"

"Conditions? That's not fair!" He huffed angrily.

"Calm down little one, he's the father, he has the right to decide that, you have to earn trust and permission" Roger said quickly, Shanks seemed more resigned.

"First you need to grow up a bit, I can step on you now and I won't let such a small and young brat date my child!" he said quickly.

"Uhum!" The redhead's eyes sparkled.

"Second, you need to be strong! I will not tolerate a weakling having my child as a partner, you need to be able to face me without fear to have their hand"

"Yes! I'm going to be really strong!" He smiled looking at you and you looked away shyly.

"And finally, when you have those two things, the most important one" Shanks listened attentively "You need their acceptance" your father put his hand on your head "If you have both requirements and my child still loves you then I won't be the one going to stop you" he chuckled.

You smiled happily as you looked at Shanks who also looked confident.

"You'll see old man! I'm going to marry them!" He proclaimed with pride.

Roger just laughed praising his apprentice while your father looked frustrated and stroked your hair. You smiled thinking about how cool it would be to have Shanks as your boyfriend, you really didn't see the time to be able to be with him.

Continue...

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Notes: I hope you enjoyed! There will be a part two showing what happened to them as adults, if you can leave what you think it will motivate me a lot because I'm new here! If you want to ask for something feel free! I'll make the best imagines I can, thanks for the support and see you soon

[calxia]

Its another bus night for the band. Everyone was exhausted by a string of back-to-back rituals with very little downtime to collect themselves and recentre in-between and were all ready to crash as soon as the bus set in motion. They had formed a ghoul pile in the back lounge again as they were prone to do when exhausted.  They were a tangle of limbs and tails and messy hair all sprawled out on the larger mattress. Every ghoul was included, except Phantom.

Phantom was instead scrunched up in his too small bunk trying to surpass the loneliness enough to catch a few hours of restless sleep. Hed never been invited to the Pack cuddle sessions and was too nervous to even think about if he would be allowed. It was much easier to stay away, even if it made him feel lost and unwanted inside.

The ghoul pile wasn’t as relaxed as usual either. Harsh whispers being passed between Cirrus and Dew were causing an uncomfortable tension to brew in the pile. They were taking about Phantom and his exclusion from the pack piles. It was a topic that many of the recent piles had been ruined by when dew inevitably decides to start an argument with whoever proposes to let the newest ghoul join.

“Dew this is starting to get ridiculous,” Cirrus said, “we can all smell his distress from here and you know that it’s unfair to cast him out like this.”

An unhappy frown had been growing across her face the whole time she’d been arguing with the fire ghoul and she looked positively stormy now.

“Cir why would we want the replacement here?” He spat out in reply, his skin visibly beginning to heat up in his anger.

“he’s part of the pack now whether you like it or not, so you need to suck it up and stop being a dick because he’s very obviously hurting now.” Cirrus replies.

This sends dew into a huffy strop and he turns away from the other ghouls with a growl.

“Whether you like it or not he’s going to join us tonight, Dew.” Cirrus says as she begins to untangle herself from the other ghouls and stand up.

It takes her a few minutes to untangle herself and then she moves towards the bunk space, ignoring the low growl coming from dew. She passes Copia’s bunk first and pauses to check that he’s sleeping fine. A loud snoring noise can be held from behind the curtain so she continues to walk down the aisle until she gets to one of the last bunks. The curtain is drawn but a soft sniffling can be heard through it which only exemplifies how much he should be with his pack instead of suffering alone. Aether would never be able to forgive them if they found out how much they’d abandoned the younger quintessence ghoul.

“Phantom, I’m going to pull back the curtain now because I know that you are sad and I want to help you.” She softly whispers to him before pulling the curtain back. The sight that greets her is pitiful.

The lanky ghoul is curled up as tiny as a newborn kit and has his thin sheet covered completely around him and his head. Cirrus grabs a corner of it and pulls it back to reveal his tear-streaked face.

“Oh no bug.” She sighs out as she reaches forwards to hold his hand and pull him out the cramped bunk. He tries to put up some resistance but the air ghoulette is having none of it. He’s soon pulled to his feet and into the back lounge.

All the ghouls except Dew are still a tangle of limbs, while dew sits in the corner pouting and furious about cirrus ignoring him. She bares him no mind and instead shoves the quintessence ghoul forwards onto the centre of the pile. The rest of the pack immediately move to cover him and cirrus rejoins them all. He looks shellshocked and unbelieving. It makes Cirrus sad. How could they have failed this new ghoul who was hardly even old enough to not be a kit so much.

(Dew continues to rage the rest of the night at the edge of the pile while everyone else falls into a blissful sleep)

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

may i request jameson being all lovey dovey and a hopeless romantic over avery hcs?? and avery being shy?

jameson being a hopeless romantic and avery being shy head canons

yesss! averyjamesoon are my fav couple of all time. i hope this is what you were asking for (you may have been asking for two different posts, one featuring hopeless romantic jamie and another one about avery being shy). if this isn't what you wanted, don't hesitate to send me another request. i'd love to do it. i'll do anything for my fav couple of all time. will be shorter than my other posts but oh well (but the head canons themselves are longer). hope you like them<3.

i think the entire fandom would agree when i say that jameson's love language is physical touch. he's definitely the type of person to constantly be touching her or kissing her. avery really loves it, but has never been in a relationship before and doesn't know how to initiate it herself. jamie's always teasing her about it.

avery's the type of person who literally cannot take a compliment from her boyfriend without her heart exploding. i can even see her stuttering when responding to it sometimes when he really catches her off guard with one.

when jamie starts talking about her and their relationship, he cannot stop. they'll be at an interview, when the interviewer asks jameson about his gf and then he starts rambling and gushing over avery. avery would definitely be kicking and hitting him, begging him to stop, but she'd secretly be flattered.

over time, avery starts initiating physical contact and will give him noes kisses and cheek kisses from time to time. every single time, after the kiss, she backs up and looks him in the eye uncertainly thinking she's done smth wrong. meanwhile, jameson is staring at her in awe, and can't help but think he's the lucking guy on earth.

avery at the start of their relationship was too scared to outright compliment him, so she'd subtly say something nice about him whilst insulting him. jameson would always catch on and tease her about it (this usually ends in tickle fights)

jameson sometimes starts telling her about all of the things he wants to do to her (if you know what i mean) and avery just stands there combusting.

jameson is a sucker for ballroom dances and would organize an entire ball just for the sake of being able to dance with avery. avery would pretend to hate it but would secretly love it. (@catapparently)

jameson loves recreating scenes from romantic movies with avery. avery finds it cliche but also really sweet and can't help but fall in love with him a little bit more every single time.

avery loves getting back rubs but doesn't like asking for things from people, but jamie knows all of this and organizes little spa dates every week.

at the beginning of their relationship, avery was really hesitant to tell jamie she loved him bc she thought he didn't reciprocate (don't ask me why). she used to whisper it in his ear whilst playing with his hair at night when she thought he was asleep (he wasn't. he was dying on the inside)

avery is really horrible with prolonged eye contact, so, whenever they have a really important conversation, she looks down. jamie always tilts her head up with his hand under her chin and tells her to keep looking at him with those beautiful eyes of hers. avery always blushes when he does this.

when avery gets nervous but doesn't want to say it out loud, she grabs his hand and holds onto it really tight. jamie knows this and also knows that she loves it when he strokes his thumb over her skin so he makes sure to do that too. avery says thanks by leaning her head on his shoulder.

avery being referred to as a game by jamie in the first two books really affected her (this is canon, there are lines in the books that prove this). she doesn't talk about it with him bc she doesn't want him to think she doesn't appreciate him. jamie knows he messed up and was always trying to make it up to her by leaving notes in her pencil case (when they were still in school) or hiding them all over her room (he'd tell her he loves her, write down cheesy pick up lines, write down his favorite things about her). he'd also organize really elaborate dates (three course meals in pools, see-through helicopter rides, etc).

jamie loves her so much (obviously) and always wants to make sure she's comfortable. he's always running around trying to make sure she has towels in the bathroom, hair ties (cause he knows she doesn't like having her hair in her eyes), etc. avery thanks him at night (but doesn't specify why, she just says thank you) in bed which encourages jamie to do it even more.

when they're in bed at night, jamie starts talking about their future wedding and honeymoon (basically his dreams) whilst avery just lies there, in his arms, quietly sobbing (happy tears) bc of how loved she feels.

because of the amount of comments avery gets on her appearance (we know she gets hate, and it was mentioned in tbh i believe), she sometimes doesn't like looking at herself in the mirror because it reminds her of them (and believes them but she'd never admit that to herself or jameson). jamie knows this and will creep up behind her at night when she's getting ready for bed, put his arms around her, and whisper in her ear all of his favorite things about her appearance (literally everything, and he says this) (or just his favorite things about her in general). avery just stands there smiling (or crying sometimes (jamie makes sure to kiss her tears away))

jamie makes playlist for their dates (or just playlists filled with songs that remind him about avery). at night, in bed, he shows her his playlists and talks to her about the songs and why they remind him of her (basically tons of love songs. he gushes about his favorite things about her and stuff). avery listens to those playlists when she's feeling insecure or unworthy (basically when she's feeling shitty) cause they cheer her up and remind her that she will always have jameson by her side. sometimes she'll be listening to them at work, and people will think she's having a heat stroke or something bc she's blushing profusely.

jamie is literally obsessed with telling her he loves her. like just saying i love you. they'll be lying in bed at night, and he'll start saying those three words over and over again 1. cause he likes to remind her he loves her and 2. like i said he loves saying those words. avery always begs him to stop (half-heartedly) bc it makes her shy and vulnerable, but jamie just kisses her to shut her up and keeps saying it.

it's currently 3am in the morning for me as i'm writing this. this might not be good (i will be making a part 2 someday though bc i loved making these so much). i apologize if anything doesn't make sense, i didn't proof read this (as always).

[infamous-if]

O kay okay okayaoakayasysayas Since Rowan isn't going to be a LI can we please get his POV reaction (deep crush stage) of MC going over to him to tell him that MC is in love with one of the other ROs? Pleasee I need the angst and I love Rowan and am sad we won't be able to romance him!!

I was listening to favorite crime and kind of went a bit overboard. Please excuse this lengthy and angsty-ish drabble. Aha.... 🤒 ill keep it short next time

The soft notes of Rowan's guitar--affectionally dubbed 'Betty'--rises above his head, filling the silence of his hotel room. He strums aimlessly, absently, his fingers having a mind of their own as they move, creating a random melody that's oddly soothing. Or maybe it's the very essence of his guitar--he always feels more grounded, centered, with Betty in his hands.

Rowan's gaze remains unfocused as he plays, his head tilted, legs crossed on the balcony that overlooks the sleepy streets of their latest tour stop. A soft, pleasantly warm wind curls around the messy strands of his hair, locks sweeping across his forehead like a caressing hand. As the melody takes hold, going from mindless practice to something that sounds like it can be the bones of a real song, he closes his eyes.

Rowan has never been a good singer, but you don't need to be a good singer to make people feel something. He's learned that from the best of them.

I wonder if MC would like this.

The thought of his best friend makes a low groan sound in his throat, and with a huff he pauses the recording of his phone. Suddenly Betty's romantic notes feel like a taunt, a blade to his heart with every reminder of what he and MC are not. They're not together. They're not anything more than friends.

They're not what he wants them to be.

He knows he shouldn't feel this way about them. They're friends. They've been friends since he still thought fart jokes were funny and he had no bass in his voice. That's all they've always been and all they will be: friends.

The word has never sounded so terrible.

Still. If only...

His phone buzzes with a text and he sets Betty down. That blade in his heart only twists when he sees who it's from.

Of course. Did my thinking manifest them? The thought induces both a laugh and a sharp hint of misery from him.

He reads the text: Open your door.

He turns his upper-body to face his door, bursting up once the realization flows through him. He glances at himself in the mirror on his way there, making sure his pajamas are at least semi-presentable. It's MC; they've seen him in worst states, but level of comfortability changes when you want someone to see you in ways they've never seen you before.

In other words, he needs to look good.

Rowan heaves a breath before swinging open the door, remembering to keep the easy smile on his face. MC still looks good even at twelve a.m. after an entire day on the road. It's almost unfair.

"Heyyyy." He grins, trying to appear light. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

MC rolls their eyes. "You're not busy, are you?" They lean over to peek behind Rowan's shoulder, their eyes settling on an abandoned Betty. "Working on something?"

"Nah." He scratches his neck, self-concious. "Just fooling around. What, you need to talk about something?"

MC pushes past Rowan's shoulder to breeze inside, throwing themselves on the bed with a huff. "Iris and Devyn are out and I need to talk to someone."

Rowan takes a seat next to them, snorting. "So I'm the third choice?Wow."

They prop themselves up on their elbows, strands of hair falling in front of their face. Rowan has the terrible urge to lean over and push them away. "You're not exactly the 'serious talk' kind of person."

"Serious talk?" He gapes. "Yes, I am! I'm capable of being serious, you know. I'm not an asshole."

With a laugh, MC rolls over on their stomach and groans into Rowan's pillow. Now his curiosity is officially piqued. What could have MC so...like this?

"What's up?" Rowan's following laugh is both nervous and amused. "Did something happen with Seven?" Seven and MC have been a bit...all over the place since the beginning of the tour. He hardly knows what to call it. "Or did Orion lecture you again?" Orion is another one. That man has been relentless since tour started.

MC shoots him a look before sitting up, copying Rowan's position. His eyes flicker down to where their knees touch, to the proximity that's gone from the size of the bed to none at all.

They've been close like this before. No, scratch that. They've been closer, but this is different. This is different because everything is different.

"You know you're my best friend, right?" MC says, putting their hands on Rowan's.

He clears his throat, the skin under theirs burning with their touch. "Yeah...?"

"And we can tell each other everything?"

"Yeah." He quirks a brow at them, trying to stifle their humor. "Are you dying? Please don't tell me you're dying. You haven't even gotten rich yet to leave me anything in your will."

MC laughs but it comes out a bit uncertain. High-pitched. Rowan knows them. The same way he knows Iris and Devyn. He knows all of them like the back of his hand. So it only takes him another second to realize it.

MC is nervous.

His heart does a weird somersault in his gut.

"I have a secrettttt," MC sing-songs. Even as a joke they still manage to sing with perfect pitch.

The four words are enough to shake his very world, but he manages an eye roll. "Fucking hell, we're not twelve. Just spit it out."

"Sorry." MC palms their face, a nervous laugh escaping them. God. This must be serious for MC to be nervous in front of him? Rowan has never really gave anyone the impression of a harsh judge. Hell, he's always been an open book. "I just...I'm in love with [RO]."

He wished he didn't rush them. He wished he didn't hear those words at all. He's half tempted to grab it from the air and shove it back into MC's mouth so they can pretend it never happened.

"What?" is all the fuzz in his brain can spit out.

MC throws their self back, a wildly breathless laugh escaping them. The sound is even better than Betty's notes. "WHEW. That felt good to say it. Is anyone hot in here? I know I am."

MC keeps babbling but all Rowan could hear is a white noise in his head. MC is in love with RO. MC is in love with them.

MC is in love with someone that's not him.

"I just needed to let that out." MC huffs, gazing around the room. "You should invite me next time you play. You know I like seeing you finger Betty."

Rowan can't even laugh at the dirty inside joke they've had between them since he bought Betty years ago. It suddenly makes him feel wholly small and largely ridiculous: Rowan will never be the person for MC. He will always be the goofy best friend that makes stupid, childish jokes about fingering his dumbass guitar and the one MC goes to when Devyn and Iris aren't available.

He's not even the second choice. He's the fucking fourth.

As if noticing the change in atmosphere, MC awkwardly purses their lips and says, "I should probably get back to my room and get some sleep. We have an early start tomorrow."

He blinks, managing a small nod. "Uh-huh." He runs a hand through his hair, feeling naked without his hat. "Right."

They stand and shoot Rowan a final look. "Thank you," they say after. a moment, "for being my friend."

He's really starting to hate that word.

But he smiles anyway. "Yeah. Ditto."

MC grins, spinning on the heel of their foot to leave the room. Rowan follows, waving lamely at them and watching as they disappear down the hall, whistling a merry tune. It's true; it does feel like a weight was lifted of their shoulders. They walk with a hop in their step. Rowan hates knowing it was RO that is responsible for that.

With a sigh he closes the door, leaning his forward against it. Spinning on his shoulder, he looks up at the ceiling.

"I need to get laid," he mumbles.

Though he has a feeling that won't do much to solve the problem in his heart.

[ctheathy]

*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

choke him he likes it

Oh, you BET >=} <3<3

⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

[whxre-bxby]

"We'll Teach You Some Manners" 3

Miles Quaritch x reader x Mansk

WARNINGS: .......SMUTTTTTT, threesome, v-penetration, blowjob, nasty filthy shit, MANHANDLINGGG, foul language, a hint of Fluff?

THE LONG-AWAITED PART 3 IS FINALLY HERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT BLEW UP LIKE THIS, GLAD EVERYONE LOVES MANSK. I thought I was weird.

Part 1 Part 2 Masterlist

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A few people in familiar white lab coats came into my room a while later and gave me food and water. It wasn’t good, but I still ate it. 

I slept curled up in a ball on that bed, feeling cold and uncomfortable. 

When I woke up, more people came in and measured my temperature etc. They probably wanted to know how a human survived so long on this planet. The fact that I didn’t need to wear a mask fascinated them. 

They started leaving and before the door closed, I watched a soldier enter my room. He was the same one from yesterday. Mansk he said his name was. I could see a dog tag dangling from his neck and he had his name on the vest he wore. 

When he started walking towards me I got nervous again. The Colonel’s words from yesterday repeated themselves in my head. Was he going to punish me? I hoped not. My worst fear was dying or being hurt by scientific tools etc. For example, Norm told me about organ transplants once. They cut your body open to take them out. I knew the people were dead when they had it done but what if these sick ones would do it to me while I was alive? 

My mind was going places and I was overthinking the situation because he was not holding a knife or scalpel. 

“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice all shaky. He ignored me and reached for my cuffed wrist. I watched his hands undo it. 

Hmm, they seemed too big to be able to handle tiny things like handcuffs, but it worked. I was no longer tied to the bed. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline shot through my body and I heaved myself off the bed. But once I landed on my feet and wanted to take a lunge forward, the soldier's huge arm grabbed me by the waist and effortlessly slammed me into the bed. I rested my upper body on my elbows and looked up at him in shock. 

Mansk had his right arm stretched forward and resting on my stomach, holding me down firmly against the mattress. 

His ears were strained back and I could tell he was irritated by that. Then again, I wasn’t here to please them or make any of this easy. My plan was to show them that they took the wrong person. 

“You do that again and I’ll tie up both your arms and legs.” he warned me, before taking the handcuffs and capturing my wrists again. 

“No, not again.” I whine complaining. “Please, they’re not comfortable.” 

Mansk didn’t care one bit and grabbed me by my arm, tugging me out of the room. I stopped resisting when he exited because I was happy to leave. It was horrible in there. 

He also happened to be pulling me with him with such strength that I couldn’t stop. 

He pulled me past the marine squad that helped capture me and I heard them snicker and chuckle as we went by. This is bullshit. Where are we going? I started getting annoyed myself. I didn’t like the way I was being treated. 

We reached a big room and in it, I noticed another soldier. His back was turned and he was looking at footage of something. Mansk came to a halt. 

“We’re ready, sir.” he states and the soldier turns around. It’s Quaritch. He’s geared up too. Full vest and weapons, like Mansk. 

“Who’s we?” I mumble, wanting to remind them that I don’t agree with any of this. 

Mansk just tightens his grip around my arm and ignores my words. 

“Outstanding.” Miles smirks, looking down at me. I glare at him but his smile doesn’t fade. 

“We’re taking flight X971, meet you there in two.” he says, before turning around and continuing to watch the footage. Mansk leads me to another helicopter. 

Once Miles gets in and I am strapped down, it takes off and flies above the forest. 

I look outside and notice that we are landing where I was taken. It was close to the old shack. If I could run away here, I would find my way home. 

The motor is switched off and Mansk pulls me out of my seat, securing something to my handcuffs. 

I watch him, wondering what else they could possibly use on me. It looks like a wire-like string. Quaritch takes a few steps towards us and is then given whatever Mansk was holding. 

Quaritch took the piece and I saw him wrap it around his belt before he securely fastened it to him. He was tying me to him.

Both then stood up and started walking out. I was dragged with them because my wrists were connected to his belt by this string. It looked like some type of extendable lead and it was definitely not rope-like. I wouldn’t be able to bite through it. 

“Really? Like the handcuffs weren’t enough?” I scoff, annoyed. Where were we going? 

Quaritch looked behind him and shot me a stern glance before grabbing the lead and tugging me forth. I now basically stood next to him. Mansk was on my other side. 

“Less complainin’, more walkin’.” he answered me before starting to walk again. 

Great my chances of escaping were being minimised. 

Again, my stubborn self had to create a new problem. I stopped abruptly and pulled back on the lead. He was stronger so it didn’t stop him, but I knew damn well it was getting on his nerves. He ignored the first few pulls until he finally snapped and pulled me to him with such force I stumbled and almost fell into him. He grabbed both my wrists in one hand and leaned down. I was expecting him to shout something directly in my ear. Instead, Miles did something that surprised both Mansk and me. 

His hand harshly struck the skin, between my upper thigh and ass. I was completely speechless, who does he think he is? Why would he fucking spank me instead of yelling? It hurt like shit but the shock of the action stunned me more. 

“I stick to my promises little girl. One more action like that and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for the next week.” he snarls. 

I just stare at him in disbelief. 

Miles straightens his posture and Mansk smiles to himself. This was going to be interesting. 

Miles knew he could have stunned you by raising his voice or even just slapping your face. But he wanted to do that. Since yesterday. 

They were on a mission to find Quaritch’s old body and decided to take me with them. The second they had captured me, both men took some kind of interest in me. It wasn’t only the fact that they had found a human living with Na’vi, but your attitude spiked interest. Maybe your looks too, but they didn’t say that out loud. 

After the session in your room they had with you yesterday, both men wanted to teach you a lesson. Without having to get into details, they both knew what they meant and decided they would take you with them. The lab building had surveillance everywhere, so they had to take you into the forest. 

Miles thought about just keeping you to himself and not letting his recom-soldier handle you as well. Then again, it's always better to not be out alone in the forest, so he let it happen.

Without saying another word, he turned back around and we all started walking again. I made sure the lead wasn’t stretched so that it wouldn’t pull his belt. While his previous comment did spark some type of excitement in me, I was still terrified. 

I walked in silence for a while, then shifted my gaze from my surroundings to them. They were discussing something, walking next to each other while staying alert. Their heavy footsteps and the sounds of the forest muffled their words. Mansk glanced over his shoulder to check that I’m there and then returned to face frontwards. 

I was getting bored and contemplating stopping again or perhaps just sitting down. Then I would either get carried or hit again. I decided that I preferred walking like a dog on a leash. At least I had the freedom to walk on my own and decide where to step. 

I decided to behave in their favour. Maybe they would be nicer to me. 

The events took a big turn when we got deeper into the woods. The grass suddenly became nice and soft but there was a fallen tree ahead. Mansk and Quaritch stepped over it. I was about to do the same until I realised that a broken branch had a very sharp edge. I quickly glanced around while still moving forward and realised that I probably would still be able to find my way home from here. 

At that moment, I forgot all about the consequences I might face if I misbehave again and quickly took a piece of the loose lead and held it against the sharp surface of the wood. Then once it strained, I pulled a few times and the rope was cut. My wrists were still cuffed together but I was no longer tied to Miles. The remaining lead snapped and retreated back to his belt. Mansk and Quaritch immediately shot around, facing me and realising I was free. 

Without waiting for another second to pass, I turned and took off. 

“God damn it!” Quaritch cursed and both of them started running after me. I ran between the trees as best as I could with tied hands and reached the soft grass patch again. It was a little meadow-like carpet of grass surrounded by trees. I ran through it and then in my next step, I felt something whip and wrap around my ankles. 

I yelped and instantly fell to the ground, landing with my chest in the grass. My tied hands were unable to stop my fall and I lay there groaning. 

I heard the heavy steps behind me come to a halt and then one of them grabbed my arm, turning me around. 

Mansk kept his promise too. When we were in the room earlier, he said he would tie both my feet and hands together. And he did. 

Both men were now towering above me. Mansk had his arms crossed over his chest while Quaritch rested his on his waist. Fuck I’m in deep shit. 

“We were going to find a better spot for this but fine, if you want to go now, we’ll deal with you now.” Miles said, removing his weapon from his body and dropping it to the ground. 

Flashback: 

Miles and Mansk were discussing how to deal with you while you trailed behind them. 

“How are we going to do this, Colonel?” Mansk asked, holding onto the top of his vest straps. 

Quaritch was thinking. 

“Once we find a place which isn’t open or dangerous or…whatever, we remind her who’s in charge.” He spoke, not looking at Mansk but straight ahead. 

“Do you really think she can take it, sir? She’s a person. Like half our size.” Mansk starts talking but is silenced by Quaritch. 

“She’ll be fine.” he said calmly. “We’ll make sure of it.” Miles added, glancing at his soldier and tapping his vest while flashing a smirk. Mansk just nodded, looking over his shoulder to make sure you were close but that you couldn’t hear. 

“We’ll give her the foreplay of a lifetime. She’ll take it.” Quaritch mumbled. Both men had been getting worked up about you since yesterday. Your bad attitude had been really stretching their patience to the limit. 

I stared up at them, awaiting their next move. Quaritch kneeled down to me, holding my wrists in front of me. 

“You crossed the line, sweetheart. There’s no turning back now.” he said, flashing me a grin which gave me a clear view of his white fangs. I gulped and bit my lip at his words. My stomach was erupting in some form of sick excitement and my cheeks turned red. Red enough for him to notice. They had some effect on me and I hated it, yet at the same time, I didn’t want this moment to end. 

Both men were examining me again and Quaritch was able to pick up small details which led him to the conclusion that I was enjoying this. 

I tensed my body and pressed my legs together. He peered down at my thighs and with his next inhale he felt a sweet scent fill his nostrils. 

Miles’ eyes shot open and pierced through mine. He was able to identify my scent and he knew damn well why he was only getting it now. 

Mansk had picked it up too. 

“Well, I’ll be damned. Look like someone likes getting their tail chased.” Miles scoffed and leaned away from me, watching my movements. I could tell he was slightly taken aback by my reaction but it just ignited his own fire in him. The scent was driving both men fucking feral but they had to stick to the plan. This was punishment. 

He took a knife out of his pocket and I held my breath, my legs shaking a little. To my surprise, the Colonel cut through whatever was holding my legs together and gripped my arm. 

Quaritch stood up, picking up his weapon again in the process. I was dragged to my feet and he undid my handcuffs. 

I didn’t understand why he was doing this. Wasn’t he worried I would run away?

“I’ll make a deal with you, little one.” Miles spoke, holding me tightly and leaning down so that I wouldn’t have to look up. 

“We will give you two minutes to run away. If you manage to escape, we won’t look for you anymore.” he calmly told me. My eyes widened. They were setting me free. I couldn’t believe it. Behind him, Mansk huffed out a small protest, his ears leaning back. 

“But, if you don’t manage, if we catch you… trust me you will not be walking for the next week.” Miles spoke, straightening his posture. 

“We won’t go easy on you. Not one bit.” 

My mouth slightly drops open and I stare in disbelief. This was like my third time running from them. But this time they are letting me. 

Then, Quaritch let go of my arm. “Time starts now.” he said sternly and I stumbled back a little before turning and spriting the way I originally wanted to go. 

When I looked over my shoulder, they were already behind trees and out of sight. 

“We’re letting her escape?!” Mansk asked, clearly irritated. Quaritch huffed before turning to him. 

“Do you realise how big this forest is? Her little legs won’t get her anywhere in time. 2 minutes is nothin’.” the Colonel states.

“Besides, she seems to enjoy this whole thing. It’ll make it less painful for her. “ he grins and Mansk chuckles. They both stand there, looking at their watch and waiting. 

I’m sprinting through the woods but have to stop to get air sooner than expected. I haven’t eaten properly and the previous running made me weak. Besides, the feeling that started in my stomach and was now between my legs was growing. I was flushed in the face and was getting distracted. My legs hurt and my head oddly spun in a euphoric way. I leaned against a tree and clenched my thighs together, a whimper leaving me. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t run away. Not in this state. 

Never had I felt like this before. I was so overwhelmed by everything. The fact that I was taken, then that I was given another chance to escape but at the same time being hit with the realisation that I couldn’t because of the heat between my legs. I hadn’t even run far, it was honestly embarrassing that I couldn’t put a bigger distance behind me. My eyes became glossy and started tearing up and I tried to walk again. My knees felt like jelly and I had to catch my balance by holding onto another tree. My vision was becoming blurry from the tears and I realised I didn’t stand a chance. 

I heard a chuckle behind me and turned around, my back falling against the bark of the tree. 

In front of me stood Miles, grinning pridefully. I saw Mansk emerge from the high grass and walk up to where Quaritch stood. 

“Look at you, all worked up and we haven’t even started.” Miles cooed in a ridiculing way. “Pathetic.” 

“I- can’t run…” I breathed out, sniffling. But as they said, neither of them had any mercy on me. 

That was all it took for the tears of frustration to spill from my eyes and for my knees to give out. I slowly glided down the tree, whimpering with a few sobs. My needs were overwhelming me. I looked up at them to see that they were in no rush to help me. 

Mansk started to remove his weapons and other heavy attire like his vest from his body. Quaritch followed his motion, throwing his gun and knife to the side. 

Neither of them took their eyes off me. I felt like prey, unable to escape my predators. They were looking at me like I was a meal that would bolt if they diverted their eyes away. 

Miles then walked up to me and surprisingly gently helped me to my feet. When he looked at my face, seeing the tears and the redness on my cheeks made him groan. He placed his palm on my back and guided me over to Mansk. Both men were now just wearing tank tops and cammies. No heavy uniforms. 

“Look at you, all flustered.” Mansk grinned, still wearing his fucking shades. He raised his hand, gently wiping away a fresh tear with his thumb. 

“You’re ours now, princess. Understand? We’ll teach you some manners.” Miles whispers into my ear, loud enough for his soldier to hear. I can’t take it anymore. I give up fighting, so I just nod with a small sob. Both men are surprised by my compliance and not fighting them off. 

“Good.” 

Mansk got closer and tilted my head to look up at him. The Colonel stood behind me, tugging at my top. 

If I showed any signs of protest, they made it clear before they started chasing me that they would stop. 

I went limp, leaning my body against his. One of my hands held onto Mansk’s arm to try and keep a steady posture. 

Quaritch embraced my body with his left hand, while his other one roamed around my waist and hips. His fingertips caressed my ribcage and he carefully slipped them under my top, feeling my hot skin. 

I leaned my head back into him, pushing my chest out and whining. Mansk cursed under his breath, placing his hands on my hips. 

“This needs to go off.” Miles mumbled before tugging my top over my head. I had nothing underneath.

Both their eyes were shamelessly roaming my body, especially my now bare chest. Both their hands were almost immediately on it until Quaritch pulled my shorts and underwear down my legs. They pooled by my ankles and then Mansk carefully turned me around and lifted me into the air by my waist. 

Quaritch stepped even closer and pulled my legs around his waist. I was stuck between them and felt embarrassed because I was completely naked while they still had their clothes on. 

“So pretty, baby.” Miles praised me, his hand supporting my flushed cheek so that I’m looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

“Now come on, don’t get all shy on us now.” Mansk chuckled, noticing my expression. 

Quaritch grinned. “Not so sassy now are ya? What happened to that big mouth of yours?” He said sarcastically. I was unable to reply.

“Don’t you worry, sweetness. We’ll put it to good use.” Mansk whispered in my ear before he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. 

He moved his hands from my waist to below my thighs, keeping my back pressed against his chest. My legs were lifted into the air and the position gave Miles a full view of my pussy. 

I watched his pupils dilate again. Suddenly, his eyes were dark and I noticed how worked up both of them were getting. I could see it through their pants and it made me so much more desperate. 

“Fuck-” Miles hissed, seeing how wet I was. There would definitely be no problem now. He started to rub the inside of my thigh before letting his hand finally touch my heat. I whined and squirmed at the contact. Suddenly I felt really warm as if my skin were on fire. I needed a release so badly. 

Without hesitation, Miles slowly pushed one of his fingers into me, watching with wide eyes as his digit disappeared inside me. 

I noticed that Mansk’s breath, which was fanning over my neck, was becoming unsteady and heavy. His eyes were fixed on Quaritch’s fingers too. 

I let a moan slip out of my mouth. It felt so good being filled a little. But it was nowhere near what I was going to get.

As much as they both loved the pretty noises that fell from your lips, they still needed to teach you a lesson. 

Quaritch pulled his finger covered in my slick out and then delivered a small slap to my pussy. My whole body flinched and I whined out. 

“Please…” I whimper, wanting his fingers again. 

“I’ll give you what you want, baby. You just have to behave.” he said, hands on his belt, undoing it. He then pulled his pants down and I gasped when I saw his dick spring out. Just the sight of his huge fucking cock almost made me cum. He immediately placed it between my folds, covering himself with my heat. I moaned while he bit his lip, to contain any form of self-control so that he wouldn’t just grab me and fuck me senseless. 

“Don’t make a noise. I don’t want to hear a word from you, otherwise, I stop and we leave.” the Colonel said. Both he and Mansk were never willingly going to walk away from this situation but they knew damn well that you wouldn’t want them to either. 

My eyebrows furrow together. I don’t like that rule. Especially since I myself have so little self-control at the moment. 

Miles then lines himself up with my entrance and holds me by my hips, while Mansk’s hands are still under my thighs. Both of them then slowly lower me onto his cock and I feel the stretch inside me. I suppress a gasp, biting down on my bottom lip hard and wrapping my arms around Mansk’s neck to contain myself. Holy shit. I watched as they lowered me further down on him and noticed how a bulge slowly formed on my abdomen, climbing higher to my stomach. It looked like I was being impaled. They stopped their movements and Quaritch had his eyes fixed on my face. He would not let a single noise slip from my mouth. But he was going to make that difficult for me too. Just like I had made everything difficult for them. 

His breath was heavy now too and his grip on my hips tightened. 

“Look at how deep I am inside you.” he whispered up to me and I squeezed my eyes shut. Mansk placed a hot open-mouthed kiss on my shoulder before he started to gently bite the skin of my neck. 

He slowly pulled out before pushing himself even deeper into me. He hadn’t even bottomed me out yet and it already felt like too much. My mouth drops open and my glossy eyes become glazed with small tears. I whine out, trying to pull myself up a little, just to help my sensitivity. 

“We know, baby. We know.” Mansk hushed me, seeing my flustered state. 

“Come on, be good for us. You can take it.” Miles said, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. 

I just clung to Mansk for dear life when Miles pulled out again and slowly set a pace. 

“Shit- so fucking… tight.” he moaned. His ears were strained back as he directed all his attention to where our bodies connected. 

Miles then placed his hands under my thighs and one of Mansk’s wrapped around my waist while the other groped my breasts. 

Quaritch was now full-on fucking me, pulling me off his cock before slamming back in again. 

Mansk’s hand covered my mouth while he kept assaulting my neck and shoulder, marking me. 

Miles saw that I was about to lose it if I stayed quiet any longer. 

“You’ve been good. Let it all out now baby. Come on, let us hear you.” he mumbled between heavy breaths. 

Mansk removed his hand, letting it fall back to my chest. 

I whimpered before being able to let out a moan. The noise ignited the needs of both men. Miles started to rut into me mercilessly and Mansk was grinding into my ass from behind. 

I wasn’t able to form words, my mouth just hung open. When I saw that Miles had basically bottomed out in me, I almost screamed. 

“M-Miles…” I whine and his ears flick forwards. 

“Too much…” I moan, tears spilling from my eyes as my body starts to tremble. 

“You’re doing so well.” Mansk whispered, continuing to grind into me. 

Miles was thrusting into me at a godly speed and my eyes started to roll to the back of my head. It was all too much, I couldn’t hold it much longer. 

“I’m… I-” I sob, arching my back again.

“We know baby. Whenever you’re ready.” Miles grunted, focusing on sending us both into pure bliss. 

The feeling in my stomach was growing and it seemed that Quaritch could feel it. The way my body clenched him made him lose it. 

There was no thought in either of our heads anymore. He just needed to finish us off. That was his mission now. 

He attached his thumb to my clitoris and started to rub circles on it. That was it, it was officially over for me. My legs started to violently shake and I screamed, holding on to Mansk because I was scared I would pass out if I had nothing to grip. The feeling between my legs exploded and I was riding high on my orgasm.

“Nghh, t- too much” I whimper when he continues his brutal pace. 

“Come on- take it. Take me.” he breathed out between clenched teeth. 

Miles followed almost immediately after me, pushing himself as deep into me as he could before releasing his load. He rested his forehead on my other shoulder, which had not been bruised with hickeys by Mansk and steadied his breath. 

I let out a sigh of relief and my body went numb for a second. I knew if they would put me on my feet, my legs would just give out. 

“Don’t worry baby. It’s not over yet.” Mansk said, grinning against the skin of my shoulder. My eyes shot open. I wasn’t sure if I could take much more. It was already so overwhelming for me, especially due to the size difference. I think I might genuinely pass out if he is planning a round 2. 

A round 2 he was planning indeed. Miles pulled out, praising me and wiping my tears before Mansk held me bridal style and placed me on the ground. I tried to at least sit up but that was already a struggle. Luckily, I didn’t have to move. They did it for me. 

Mansk got down on his knees and turned me around so that I was laying on my chest. He pulled me up by my waist, making me lean on all fours. My whole body was trembling and I kept falling over to one side. 

“Look at that. We just started and she’s already been fucked dumb.” Quaritch pridefully states. He then joined Mansk and me on the floor, kneeling infront of me. Mansk was behind me, holding my hips and keeping me upright. I felt like a lifeless ragdoll, being used for their liking. Then again, that’s what made me realise that I still felt needy. 

Behind me, Mansk held me up with one hand under my waist, the other ran down my back and squeezed my ass cheek, before delivering a mild spank to the skin, just enough to turn it red. 

I close my eyes and whine a soft protest but Quaritch just cups my face in his one had and makes me look up at him. 

“Don’t worry about anything, sugar. We will take care of it.” he spoke, his voice surprisingly soft and comforting. 

“All you have to do is take it.” he whispered, his tone turning seductive. I let my eyes flutter closed and leaned my cheek into his palm. He took that as a sign of surrender and it pleased him. 

Since both soldiers had been brought back to life in their Avatar’s, their needs were stronger. They tried and discovered that masturbating like when they were people wouldn’t satisfy them. As a Na’vi, the want to ‘breed’ was strong and now was their chance. 

The use of the tsaheylu was not necessary for this, they just needed to feel you. 

Mansk had undone his pants and I felt him rest his throbbing dick on my ass, just admiring how big it was compared to my body. The fact that I was a human, struggling to take them, secretly boosted both of their egos. 

He himself then slipped his hand to feel my wet lips, gliding his finger between them. I couldn’t help but push my hips back, trying to gain more friction. This didn’t go unnoticed. 

“I think you can do another round, pretty girl.” Mansk stated, grinning. 

I couldn’t nod or shake my head, I just held my position. He shifted behind me and helped me spread my legs a little further. Then I felt Mansk rub his tip in my heat and I moaned. He was biting his lip, restraining any noise. 

Neither of them imagined it feeling this good. Sure sex used to be great before too, but now it seemed to feel twice as good. 

Without any other warning, I felt him push inside me. While both men were similar in size, they still managed to feel different. 

“Holy fu-” I moaned, arching my back. Since I was stretched from Miles, Mansk managed to push all of himself into me on the first try. 

“Atta girl.” Miles praised me, softly tapping my cheek. I heard Mansk let out a deep growl behind me and I started to feel weak in the knees and hands again. 

“Look at you, all cock drunk for us.” 

Quaritch directed my attention back to him, not wanting me to forget he was there. His pants were still open and when I glanced at his crotch again, I saw that he hadn’t gone soft. He was still fucking hard and he was leaking precum again. His dick was glistening right in front of me, still covered in our cum. I was able to see the veins running down the sides and it made it look that much more desirable. 

Almost out of instinct, I let my mouth drop open and stuck my tongue out. 

The fact that I did that without Miles having to ask me, made him almost lose it again. 

“Ye-heah baby girl. Just like that.” he chuckled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and gently angling my face up to see it better. He rolled his hips forward and his tip landed on my flattened-out tongue. 

I immediately started to lick him, tracing my tongue down his pulsing veins before delivering a sloppy lick and gliding it all the way from the base to the tip of his cock. 

Quaritch let out a shaky breath, his ears drooping to the sides, his lips parted and the grip on my hair tightening. It was too good, for all of us. 

I then moved my head up and wrapped my lips around his tip. That alone filled my mouth enough. I didn’t know whether I would even fit half of him in my mouth. 

In the meanwhile, Mansk had pulled out and started steadily rutting his hips against mine. His ears were strained back, and his entire body tensed. 

I moaned from the feeling of being filled again and Miles felt the vibrations. He looked like he had lost it. Genuinely. All the authority and seriousness he would always wear was gone. He was so hypnotised by watching me make a mess of him, he didn’t care about anything else in the world. 

Mansk, pushed my hips down a little, and leaned over my body, fucking into me at a faster pace. My eyes got all glossy again. 

My senses were being overstimulated just through penetration. Both these men had me under some fucking spell because I’ve never felt so needy for anyone. 

“Holy shit- sweetheart. Feel so fuckin’ good.” Mansk moaned, his tail wrapping around one of my thighs, to establish a new feeling of closeness. 

Quaritch needed to feel just a little more and slowly pushed his hips towards my face, making his dick slowly reach the beginning of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened my mouth for him as far as possible.

I felt him fill my throat almost all the way and focused on steadying my breath through my nose. His dick twitched and I choked a little before calming myself and swallowing around him. 

While Quaritch’s old memory still seemed foreign to him, he could have sworn that that was the hottest most dirty fucking thing he has ever witnessed. He didn’t want to take his eyes off me, needing to remember this forever. 

Mansk was getting sloppier with each thrust, the squelching sounds of all the cum inside me bringing him closer to his release. 

Their bodies were new to this too, so while their mind was not innocent anymore, their body was sensitive as shit. I clenched my muscles around him, opening my legs more and arching my back further into him. 

Quaritch had slowly started to pull out of me before carefully pushing back in. The sensation from both ends had me feeling lightheaded. I couldn’t stop moaning around Miles’ length and couldn’t stop spasming against Mansk. 

“Almost there, baby. Just a little- hrghh… more.” he groaned, biting down on his bottom lip again. 

Quaritch’s eyes were a little glossy too and he looked like his senses were flooded with pure bliss. He was about to be a goner. 

To help him, I managed to balance myself on one arm and wrapped my free palm around him. I was nowhere near being able to wrap my fingers fully around him. I reached like, only halfway around his shaft. His eyes watched my hand and I started to pump him, squeezing my hand down every once in a while. 

That’s when I noticed that both men were now panting. Mansk let out a moan, his thrusts becoming uneven because he couldn’t deal with the pleasure he was feeling. 

Mansk was in a pleasure-filled daze with no thoughts in his head. All he could focus on was making us both cum. 

I sped up my movements around Quaritch and watched as he furrowed his eyebrows even more, clenching his eyes shut and and dropping his head back. Suddenly his hips snapped forward one last time before tensing and hot white ropes of cum splurted down my throat.

Due to how far in my mouth he was, I had to swallow all of him. I watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, as he straightened his posture again, slowly moving a few fallen hair strands out of my face and just gazing down at me. 

Quaritch had removed himself from my mouth, wiping my lips with his thumb and my moans were heard again. He let out a sigh as he saw a string of saliva stretch between his tip and my tongue. 

The noises that Mansk knew he was causing were what had finally managed to push him over the edge and into a void of ecstasy and euphoria. 

He spanked my ass cheek again while riding out his orgasm and I felt myself release again too. My legs shook and I stretched my back, my eyes fluttering closed while my mouth was agape. 

“What a pretty sight…” Miles mumbled, watching how my face contorted when I came. 

Mansk slowly stilled behind me, staying buried deep inside my pussy. He held himself up with one outstretched arm on the ground, the other one wrapped around my waist, almost comfortingly hugging me from behind. 

I let my head drop, feeling completely exhausted. Mansk pulled out, steadying himself and leaning back on his knees. Without him holding me up, I felt my body slowly fall to one side, and within seconds I was laying on the ground. 

“Shit.” Mansk mumbled but I could tell by the way he said it he was grinning. 

Both men felt pride seeing how fucked out you were.

“Careful there, sweetheart.” Mansk said, attempting to catch me before my body hit the ground. He rolled me on my back and held himself above me. 

“You okay?” he asked, letting out a soft chuckle. Miles tilted his head to the side, watching me as well. 

I nod, taking a deep breath and letting my weak arms fall to either of my sides. 

“How ‘bout another round?” Mansk asked, nudging my hip to encourage me. 

My eyes shoot open and I stare at him in shock. No way could I survive that again. 

He just chuckled along with Miles, both of them exchanging looks. 

“I’m just teasin’.” he said before getting up. I let out a sigh of relief and listened to what I thought was them gearing up again. For a split second, I wondered whether they would leave me there but then Miles leaned down, placing his hands under my arms and helping me up. I couldn’t stand by myself, so Miles gently held me up while Mansk dressed me again. 

“So tired…” I mumble, letting my head fall back against Miles’ chest. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you princess.” he said, leaning down and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck. 

Once I was fully dressed again, Miles carefully picked me up bridal style and Mansk carried his weapons. They carried me back to where we came from, completely forgetting the ‘original’ mission and we flew back to base. 

While I still wanted to go home, I knew I would be treated better in the labs with them around. I would focus on escaping another day. Perhaps they might let me go eventually…

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[cyberpunkgyu]

20cm - C.BG

pairing: bestfriend beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, idiots to lovers

warnings: none!

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“must be nice to be in a relationship.” you muttered under your breath, your palm holding your head as you scanned your surroundings, watching couples chatting among themselves at the park. you both were under a big tree, luckily being able to take the spot before anyone else, wanting to stay at a shady spot. you both were already sweaty from all the walking you both did, needing to cool down from that.

the long haired boy snorted next to you as he slurped on his instant noodles that you both got from a nearby convenient store, along with other food that was spread out over your plaid blanket that beomgyu brought. “not really.” he mumbled as he chewed on his noodles before grabbing a boneless fried chicken with his chopsticks, holding it up near your lips.

you raised your eyebrows before opening your mouth, chewing on the chicken. you stared at beomgyu, who is busy eating as if he hasn’t eaten in a week, tilting your head at his response. “and why is that? don’t you want to feel butterflies in your stomach? go on dates with your special someone…” you kept rambling, feeling jealous of those couples that surrounded the both of you.

yes, you did like being single, but you also want to feel having someone there for you. giving you kisses and hugs anytime and anywhere. being able to go on dates and hold hands. you definitely want to feel those butterflies in your stomach that you hear about (and by watching romantic dramas).

you’ve never had a boyfriend, and you’re not surprised why, you don’t really socialize with new people and often just hangs out with people in your small circle of friends.

beomgyu felt his heart flutter as he admires you, listening to every word you say. he just wish he could kiss you right there, as you pouted. he knows he is selfish, not wanting to you to be in a relationship. he just wants to keep you to himself, protect and take care of you.

he always flirts with you, which you were already used to. that was normal for him to do. complimenting your appearance, hyping you up whenever you did good on your tests, picking you up before school and dropping you off at home, and the list goes on.

well, why doesn’t he just confess? because he didn’t want to risk anything. he was scared.

you two had been best friends since forever, and confessing can put all those yours of friendship into nothing, and he didn’t want that. he would rather suffer, which he has experienced throughout the years, which happens whenever you tell him about your crushes, watching you giggling and blushing over them.

“well, you have me.” he blurted out, making your cheeks heat up at the sudden comment. you felt yourself swallow, causing a crumb slide down your throat, making you cough harshly.

beomgyu quickly placed his ramen on the blanket, his eyes widening, “yah, this is why you need to chew slowly.” he scolded, grabbing your water flask, holding it up for you. grabbing it, you gulped down, your throat slightly burning from the stupid crumb that slid down.

“are you okay?” you watched him lean forward, closer to you, his face full of concern. “how could you say that so easily…” you muttered under your breath, clearing your throat.

both of you got quiet for a minute, staring at each other, which is definitely not something friends usually do. the way beomgyu looks at you so softly, and he looked so precious.

his eyes shifted from your eyes down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again. you felt your heart skip a beat as you noticed, licking your bottom lip.

“i want to kiss you.” you felt yourself stop breathing for a second as the boy in front of you blurted out. uhh.. what? did you hear that correctly?

“aha, fuck, i didn’t mean to say that out loud.” you can see the panic in his eyes, covering it with a nervous laugh. beomgyu suddenly felt his throat dry up, surprised at what he just said out loud. fucking motor mouth. you really can’t shut up huh?

you cheeks heats up at his sudden confession, hearing your heartbeat through your ears.

“then kiss me.” you confidently said, feeling yourself lean closer towards the boy. his eyes widened even more before a smile slowly creeped up, feeling himself leaning forward.

as you closed your eyes, you waited for the boy to kiss you but seconds turned into a minute, leaving you confused. slowly opening your eyes, you see beomgyu who’s eyes were closed, being licked by a random dog -that came out of no where- on his mouth.

you stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the boy furrowing his eyebrows, feeling uncomfortable of how much tongue he thought you were using.

“oh my gosh, i apologize! coco come!” the owner of the dog startled beomgyu, shocked consumed his body, watching the dog run back to its owner.

laughing loudly, you held your stomach, not being able to control your laughter. “oh my gosh! your face! how come you didn’t realize!”

“ah, gross! i don’t know!” he whines, grabbing some tissues, rubbing it onto his lips. “why the hell didn’t you say anything!” his lips pouting as he whined, now crossing his arms.

you kept laughing, making your stomach hurt. beomgyu’s pout then turned into a mischievous smile after a thought popped in his head of his, slowly scooting towards you, making you halt. “what is it?”

you soon figured out what the boy was about to do when he puckered his lips towards you, making you squeal. “nooo!” you let out a screech, stumbling as you stood up and began running away from the beomgyu.

“yah! come here!” you hear him running behind you, both of you, “you told me i can kiss you!”

“i take it back!” the both of you kept running around, making the two old couple sitting by the bench from a distance smile at one another. “oh, young love.”

the old man held his wife’s hand in his, a cute smile on his face. “that was just like us when we were young.”

“mmh. i hope they’ll stay together for a long time, they look so cute.”

[beanghostprincess]

@landsailorsky Mentioned something about Sanuso going on a first date and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it...

Sanji asks Usopp out on a date and it is the most awkward thing because they're in that state of the relationship where they know they like each other, but "does he like me enough to date me? Should I ask him? Should I shut up forever and jump into the sea and drown?". But Sanji asks anyway (nervous and trying to look cool and normal about it but failing miserably).

He says something about having dinner together on their own after the rest have gone to sleep or maybe walking around an island or even stargazing. Whatever his dear sniper wants. But Usopp is so confused. He says yes, of course he does, but that is what they already normally do. There is nothing romantic about it because they spend most of their time together alone. They stargaze. They buy groceries together. They have dinner together. They do night shifts together. And yet, when Sanji asks, it feels different and new and extremely scary. Frightening, even.

It's not in a bad way. He has never been happier and more excited. But he still feels like he's going to throw up and do something to mess up the date somehow. Sanji says he will take care of everything, but not being sure about what they're going to do is what makes Usopp so anxious. Sanji loves planning these things, though, so he's sure he will do just fine.

I think Usopp would calm down rather quickly, though, surprisingly? Because he probably tells Nami about it and Nami says something like "you guys do these things all the time. Going on a first date is pointless for you two because you could've just started dating months ago. But whatever. Sanji likes these things, right? Just do what you normally do and you will be fine". And even if Usopp acknowledges that it is not actually the same same thing, realizing that it's just Sanji the one they're talking about calms him down a bit.

But of course, Sanji is a mess. He has everything planned. Perfect date. Walk around the nearest island, spend the day together, make dinner for him, stargaze, kiss him. Perfect plan. And it does seem like everything is going to be perfect, even if there are minor inconveniences, so he is fine. He is not nervous. He is a lover-boy. Mr.Prince. A gentleman. He will be fine. It is just Usopp. But I think he'd be so worried about everything going perfectly,,,

So I think their date would be extremely sweet even if it's a complete mess. They would both be nervous. Usopp would have sweaty hands. Sanji, who normally knows what to say, has to think things through before speaking because otherwise, he will start stuttering. Usopp tries to be romantic and hold Sanji's hand but it sends Sanji into a state of "Sanji.exe stopped working" and he almost kills him. Probably they end up fighting some guys because of course they would. They try food somewhere around the island and Usopp loves it and it makes Sanji a bit self-conscious because he secretly wants Usopp to like his cooking more. Sanji treats women the way he always does and it sort of messes up the mood for Usopp for a while.

They're both so nervous and they don't know what to do and it does seem like the date has gone horribly wrong when they go back to the ship. But- But then they have dinner together. Usopp is feeling a bit down and thinks this thing between them isn't gonna work. But Sanji has to fix it somehow, and he can! There is still dinner left! And that is how he has always expressed his love. He convinces Usopp to have dinner with him ("it doesn't have to be part of the date. Just me and you like always. I can't let you go to bed without eating first, please") and Sanji finally lets go of that nervousness and burden when they start eating.

Usopp stops being so self-conscious when he stops focusing on the fact that it is a date. It doesn't have to be a date. They can just be... Themselves

Sanji prepares all kinds of food. All Usopp's favorite. Their hands brush, they sit impossibly closer, and they spend hours talking in the kitchen. Even washing the dishes feels romantic when they aren't thinking about it being romantic.

The date does end up with a kiss, by the way, while they are stargazing and Sanji is talking about something Usopp isn't listening to right now because he is too busy leaning in to close the space between them. And it is-- It is messy and awkward and they're both blushing and weird about it. But it is perfect for them because the night ends with them laughing their asses off about how pathetic and dumb they've been acting all day. They've been doing these things forever together. They have gone on dates before, then, so this isn't the first one. This doesn't have to be the first one. They can skip the early stages they've already crossed together and just... Be themselves.

[fanficshiddles]

The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 37

Loki walked outside onto the back patio and chuckled when he found Claire in the hot tub, with a glass of wine.

‘I thought we were going for a walk today?’ He asked as he folded his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorframe.

‘Yeah, we are?’ Claire looked over at him with an eyebrow up.

‘So why are you drinking wine at half past ten in the morning?’ Loki smirked and stalked over towards her, to perch on the side of the tub.

‘All rules for drinking goes out the window when you’re on holiday. Plus, it will warm me up and get me going for our walk.’ She said as she handed the glass to him.

Loki chuckled and took a few sips before handing it back to her. He momentarily disappeared inside, but returned butt naked and with his own wine glass, plus a bottle. Claire laughed as he slipped into the tub next to her and topped up her glass.

‘See, I do have good ideas.’ Claire grinned.

‘Hmm, occasionally, I suppose.’ Loki teased.

Claire nudged his leg with her foot under the water, with his quick reflexes though he reached under with his free hand and grabbed her ankle. She let out a squeak as she slipped down the water a bit. He laughed and trapped her foot with his knees, then tickled her foot.

‘LOKI!’ She screeched out with laughter.

‘Will teach you to kick me.’ Loki growled playfully as he released her foot.

‘You think that was a kick?’ Claire laughed as she sat up straighter.

‘It hurt.’ Loki pouted.

Claire gave him a look, she knew that was a blatant lie.

‘Even if I kicked you as hard as I could, I doubt it would hurt you.’

Loki smirked with a shrug. ‘True. You’ve got me there.’

After finishing the bottle of wine, Loki and Claire dragged themselves out of the hot tub before they turned into prunes, they got dried off and dressed to go for their walk.

‘If we get lost, I’m blaming you.’ Claire said as they headed out through the woods, following one of the marked paths that should take them through the woods and out onto the hillside.

‘Even you should be able to follow these signs, darling.’ Loki teased her.

‘Hey!’ Claire laughed and nudged him with her elbow.

Loki chuckled as they held hands while they walked. It didn’t take them too long to get through the woods and out onto the hills.

‘This week has been amazing. It’s been so nice being just the two of us.’ Claire said as she squeezed Loki’s hand.

‘It has indeed… Hey, when does your lease on your flat end?’ Loki asked casually as he rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand.

‘End of June. I’ve got it on a six-monthly contract. Why?’

‘Well… I’ve been thinking, for a little while now… You’re almost always at mine, I know because of Bat, it makes sense being at mine instead of yours for the majority. Though being together constantly these last four days has just made me kind of yearn for it… what I’m trying to say, is…’ Loki paused a second and stopped walking, he turned to face Claire fully and picked up her other hand too, so he was holding both her hands.

‘Would you like to move in with me when your lease is up?’ He blurted out quickly, he wasn’t sure why he felt so nervous about asking her. Then he realised it was because if she said no, he would be crushed. Though he didn’t want to rush her, either. If she wasn’t ready.

‘If you’re not ready, that’s no problem. It was just a suggestion. I know it might be a bit too soon for some. It’s absolutely fine if you don’t want to yet.’

‘Loki!’ Claire laughed and tugged her hands out of his, she reached up and held his face in her hands. ‘You’re rambling!’

‘Sorry…’ Loki said sheepishly. ‘I just don’t want you to feel pressured or anything. It’s fine either way.’

‘Loki… Shut up and let me answer, will you?’ Claire laughed again. ‘I would love nothing more than to move in… with Bat!’ She smirked.

Loki instantly felt relief flood through him, he laughed and tickled her sides in retaliation. ‘You best take that back.’ He growled at her.

‘Ok, ok. With Bat… and you.’ She grinned up at him.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her, but smiled widely. ‘That’s better.’

Claire wrapped her arms up around his neck, she went up on her tiptoes as Loki dipped his head down so they could kiss.

‘Do you really think you can cope living with me twenty-four seven?’ Claire mumbled over his lips.

Loki grinned against her lips and slid his arms around her, pulling her flush against him. ‘It should be me asking you that, my love. Living with an insatiable vampire.’

‘Oh my, how ever will I cope?’ Claire giggled.

They continued on their walk, Claire was so excited thinking about the future with Loki. She couldn’t wait.

‘I’ll chip in with the mortgage and utilities of course.’ She said as they began walking up the first hill they came to.

‘What mortgage?’ Loki raised an eyebrow at her with a little smirk.

‘Huh? Do you rent that place?’

‘No. It was bought outright. A gift from dad when I started working at the school for him, Chris got his place bought too.’

‘Holy shit. I didn’t realise you owned it outright.’ Claire laughed.

‘I’m a very lucky man.’ Loki grinned. ‘Now I get to share it with my lovely woman.’

‘With your lucky woman, that’s for sure.’ Claire corrected him. ‘Though I’ll need to chip in with something, electric and oil or wifi.’

‘We can sort that out when you move in.’ Loki assured her. He had a feeling that she would’ve wanted to contribute financially, though he certainly didn’t expect her to. He wanted to give her a comfortable lifestyle, but she wasn’t the type to expect that, and he knew it. So, they’d come to an arrangement that they were both happy with.

‘Bat will be delighted to have two slaves at her beck and call twenty-four seven.’ Loki said.

‘If she lets me move in, since she is the head of the house, I’ll need her permission.’ Claire laughed.

‘I am sure she won’t have any issue with it.’

When Loki and Claire returned to the cabin after their long walk, that ended up taking a good chunk of the day, they were both hungry so Loki chucked a lasagne they’d bought into the oven while Claire picked out a film for them to watch.

They snuggled on the sofa together after eating to watch the movie. Of course, it involved heavy make-out sessions, so they had to rewind the film a bit to catch up on what they missed. Claire ended up lying on top of Loki while they watched the remainder of the film.

Loki just lazily played with her hair and stroked her back intermittently.

‘I wish we could freeze time to this place and time forever.’ Claire said quietly when the film ended.

‘Me too. Though we do have the rest of our lives together, this is only the beginning.’ Loki said fondly as she turned her head to face him and rested her chin on his chest. She smiled and nodded in agreement.

‘I still can’t believe it all. I love you so much.’ Claire shimmied further up his body to kiss him.

‘I love you so much too.’ Loki said, his heart was so full and happy.

-

When Loki and Claire got in the car and began heading home, their phones started pinging with incoming messages while they’d been out of signal.

‘Not as much as I had expected.’ Claire said after checking through her messages, nothing of importance really.

‘Can you check mine for me, darling? See if there’s anything urgent.’ Loki asked her.

Claire took his phone and had a look, she saw a message from Matt so opened that incase it was about Bat, and it was.

‘Ah…’ Claire cringed as she read the message.

‘What? What’s wrong?’ Loki asked, his tone slightly panicked.

‘Matt had an emergency, the first night we were away. So he had to sort out care for Bat. He said he tried the others, but they all weren’t answering… apart from one…’

Loki’s jaw slowly clenched, he had a feeling he knew where this was going.

‘Please tell me it’s not Chris that has her? Anyone but him.’

‘Sorry… We’ll need to go via your brother’s to pick her up.’ Claire cringed.

Loki ran a hand down his face as he sighed and put his foot a little further down on the accelerate pedal.

‘At least we know that Bat likes Chris and he seems to have a sweet spot for her. We know she will be absolutely fine.’ Claire assured him.

‘Hm.’ Loki grunted in response.

When they arrived at Chris’ place, Chris answered the door with Bat on his shoulder.

‘Bat!’ Loki said in delight at seeing her, he always missed her when he was away, even for a short time.

Bat jumped straight into Loki’s arms, though he frowned and glared at Chris. ‘What have you been feeding her? She’s put on weight!’

Chris looked a little sheepish. ‘Whatever she wanted… I wasn’t going to just ignore her while she was yowling at me for some of my food or giving me puppy dog eyes for treats.’

Claire stifled a laugh. ‘I’m sure she can’t have put on that much weight in five days.’

Loki raised an eyebrow at her and handed Bat over. Claire took her into her arms and her eyes widened in surprise.

‘Oh… Maybe she has had a few too many treats.’ She bit her lip and sniggered.

‘You’ve overfed my cat!’ Loki growled at Chris.

Chris shrugged. ‘She was on vacation too, I’m certain you two have probably put a little weight on with being away.’

Loki was pissed, so Claire grabbed his arm and started dragging him down the path. ‘Thanks, Chris. I’m sure Bat enjoyed her stay!’ She called to him. ‘Come on, Loki. Let’s get Bat home. She’s good.’

Loki grumbled under his breath but allowed Claire to guide him back to the car.

Chris just watched them from his doorway with a smug smirk.

[thezombieprostitute]

Always the Bridesmaid - Part 2

Summary: after years of always being the bridesmaid, your sister's wedding suddenly nets you the interest of two incredibly handsome, charming men.

A/N: Just a reminder that Nick Fowler won the poll from Part 1 so we'll have to turn down Jonathan Pine. Reader is older (35+ years).

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Smut, smut and more smut.

Part 1

From the moment your alarm goes off you're up and running to get ready. The morning is such a rush to prepare you have no time to think of anything other than helping your sister and making sure you look presentable. You're secretly grateful she only chose a color for the bridesmaid dresses, letting you find a cut that complimented your figure.

You were especially grateful for that when you caught Nick biting his lower lip as he looked you over before the ceremony.

“You’re saving me a dance, right,” he whispers in your ear. You giggle as you confirm and he smiles wide, “thank you. I can imagine your dance card will be full tonight. Glad I reserved a spot so early.” Heat rushes to your face but you can’t stop smiling at his words. 

The ceremony was a delightful affair. The only problem was when the flower girl got too shy to walk down the aisle with everyone looking at her. Thankfully your mother was more than happy to help her and the ring bearer walk, hand in hand. It actually seemed to make everything all the sweeter. You really look forward to seeing those photos. 

Your sister and her new husband were given some time to themselves before the reception while everyone got set up with food and drink. Again Nick was a gentleman who held out your chair for you and gave you his undivided attention when he could. The Bride and Groom deservedly pulled his attention from time to time.

You were a little nervous about having to dance in front of everyone but Nick helped by distracting you from the crowd, focusing on him. His steel blue eyes, his comforting smile, the muscles you could feel under his sleeves, the ease with which he led you in the dance moves. He paid attention to you when you talked and didn’t push when you said you needed to sit for a minute. He really was something else.

As he leaves to get you a refill you see Jonathan approach. He looks pensive as you greet him but he does smile a bit as he kisses the back of your hand.

“I’m afraid I will not be able to follow through on my request for a dance,” he apologizes. “I’ve only just now found a few minutes with which to tell you and must immediately be back to work.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he smiles. “Please do enjoy yourself and let the staff know if there’s anything you require.”

He heads out and as you turn back to your plate you see Nick glaring after him. 

“Are you okay, Nick?”

“Was that guy bothering you?”

“Not at all,” you chuckle. “I’d promised him a dance yesterday and he was telling me he wouldn’t be able to partake.”

“His loss,” he smirks as he sits, handing you your drink.

“Well, that does leave me open for all of my dancing to be with you. If you want to keep dancing with me, that is. I’ve definitely noticed some of the other ladies giving you looks.”

“Yeah, but none of them hold a candle to you.”

“Nick, you barely know me.”

“I know that you’re smart, pretty and nice,” he starts. “I know that you’re pleasant company and I’d love to get to know you better, if you’ll let me.”

The rest of the night is spent alternating between dancing and talking. You’ve never had such a wonderful time at a wedding before. 

You’re still not sure how you and Nick ended up in your hotel room but with how he was kissing you and squeezing your tits with his strong hands, you didn’t care. 

He unzips your dress and helps you slide out of it, giving an appreciative moan at the sight of you in just your underwear. 

“Your turn,” you tell him. “I wanna see those muscles that I've been feeling all night.”

He smirks and removes his jacket and shirt. You marvel at his chiseled abs and let your hands roam over them as you return to kissing him. You move your hand lower, underneath the hem of his pants and groans as you start to palm his erection. 

“Please tell me you have a condom,” you ask.

“Absolutely,” he confirms. “Now lay down and let me have a taste.” 

He gently pushes you towards the bed until you're laying down, legs spread. He kisses down your front, removing your panties, before kneeling and taking an appreciative look at how wet you already are. Part of you feels embarrassed at being bare in front of a man you met just yesterday but the hungry look he gives you fuels your desire and overrides all other emotions. 

He starts on your thighs, alternating kisses and bites before he finally brings his mouth where you need it. His tongue moves slowly as he laps up your juices and you let out a low moan. 

“Please, Nick. Want more,” you whine as you wiggle your hips, trying to push his face where you really want him. 

“Not gonna happen,” he rasps. “I want to take my time.”

When he resumes his slow pace you sit up as much as you can, eyes flashing. You grab the back of his head and push his face into your pussy and start grinding your hips against him. 

He doesn't try to stop you and, in fact, seems to acquiesce to your demand. But there's a look in his eyes that makes you wonder. Or it would if his tongue wasn't expertly pushing you to the brink. Suddenly he stops and starts pulling away but you wrap your legs around his head, trapping his mouth where you need it. 

He keeps his lips sealed and uses his incredibly strong arms to unwrap your legs. You whine in protest but he nips your thigh, changing your tone. He looks at you with those steely blue eyes, his face and tone serious. “I said I wanted to take my time, beautiful. I was going to let you come as many times as you wanted. But after that, you're only going to come when I let you.”

You huff in protest and he chuckles, “maybe if you'd been a good girl, I'd let you sit on my face and drown me. But you had to push. Now you'll have to beg me to let you come.” He moves so that he’s hovering over you and whispers, “what’s your safe word?” You tell him and he nods understanding before moving himself back to your pussy.

Over the next hour Nick continually edges you. You initially try pushing him into making you come but he’s too strong. You start whining, pleading, begging for him to let you come. You’re a complete mess but he keeps eating you out like you’re the most delicious meal he’s ever had and he’s eager to savor every taste. Every time he pulls away, making you whine, he smirks. Occasionally checking in with you as well, making sure you’re actually okay.

The final time he pulls away he removes the rest of his clothing. “I think you’ve made it up to me, beautiful. You still have to wait for me to give you permission, but you’re going to come with my dick inside you.” 

“Thank you,” you gasp. You watch him put on the condom and you worry you’re not going to be able to wait for permission. 

He crawls over and hovers over you, kissing you deeply, lovingly, as he starts to push into you. He finds a balance between rough and gentle that has you reeling. You don’t hold back on begging him to let you come already. He watches you as he moves his hand between your bodies to start rubbing your overly sensitive clit. It feels like an eternity before he finally orders, “come for me.”

You let go and are hit with an overwhelming wave of pleasure as Nick continues to thrust into you. You can’t remember the last time you came so hard and you end up chanting his name like a prayer. It’s only when your orgasm starts ebbing that Nick allows himself to chase after his own release. 

After some gentle kisses along your jawline Nick switches into aftercare mode, seeing to your every want and need. Worshiping you as he cleans you up and holds you. Letting you fall asleep in his arms. He watches you as you sleep, thinking about how he hopes you’ll be open to this being more than just a one-and-done. 

Tagging @alicedopey and @rayofdawnworld for inspiring this little story. Tagging @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would!

[aphroditesmoon]

be sweet to me

tess servopoulos x sunshine!reader

summary; tess meets an unlikely match from her runback from bill and franks's.

warnings: mentions of robbery and violence.

a/n: not really making this a series but more of concepts? would u guys like that? like more hcs and oneshots of tess x sunshine!reader?

°°°

You were quite sure no one saw you, so quite sure. Until the woman is holding a gun againts the back of your head, demanding you to get up.

She had you againts the wall, back facing her before making you drop your backpack.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing out here all alone?" She asked mockingly. Though all you heard was the compliment. "You think I'm pretty- ah stop-" You yelped as she pushed you head back to the wall.

"I think you're stupid." She confirms. "Now answer the question."

"I'm a smuggler." You say bluntly. She frowns at your at ease demeanor. "Really?" She drawls. Your head snaps back towards her in a glare despite being held againts your permission. "I smuggle essentials you won't be able to compare with you second grade melatonin and cocaine." You snapped.

You expected her to smash your head on the wall or something, so when she laughs, you actually flinch in her grip.

When her laughter quiet downs, she eyes you with more curiosity than cross, her hold on you loosening. "You have medicine?" She asks.

Of course she'd ask that, you did brag about your smuggling. "Uh no." She frowns again.

"Toiletries?" She guessed. "Nope, sorry."

She sighs and let's go of you fully pushing you away slightly. "From the way you're talking I would've thought you'd have the damn cure for this shitshow yourself, but not even pads?" She sounded amused more than irritated, and you're starting to wonder why she doesn't just push you off and leave, now absolutely knowing you're harmless.

You should feel dumb, but being stupid is your permanent position in this world. So you smile at her as your eyes sparkles. "No pads, unfortunately, though I do have my own pack. But I promise what I have is much better than an infected cure."

Silence fills the gap between the two of you before she sighs again and nods her head towards you, signaling to continue.

Immediately you reach for you thrown bag pack, unzipping it and pulling out the warm, paper wrapped chicken sandwich, holding in like a baby in your arms before you slowly walk towards her, nudging it into her hands.

She was quiet for a second, hesitating to take it at first. But when the smell hits her nose and her hands holds it, you swore you heard her moan.

Immediately, her fingers move to unpack it, and without a second to think, she shoves the fresh sandwich into her mouth, and groans in happiness when the first bite hits.

"Jwezus-" She munches. You wait for her to swallow the first big bite. "How much do you want for this?"

Your eyes widen, taken aback. "Oh- well, I don't know? You're actually the first person to ask today, the others mostly just rob me." You replied jokingly, though the both of you knew you were telling the truth.

The way she's tapping her feet, you could tell you're making her impatient, so you drill yourself to have courage.

"I um- maybe, 5 ration cards?" You say slowly, drawing the words, making them sound more like a questions.

Her eyes widen in disbelief. "5? That's all?" She asks in disbelief. "You're really trying to die out here aren't you?" She shakes her head and you actually feel ashamed at her statement.

God knows even an apocalypse couldn't push you to grow some balls.

"Well-" You started, then immediately retreated to silence. She cocks her head at you and raise a brow, so you brave yourself again.

"I'm honestly in need of a place to stay, so far I keep getting raided most places I go, and these sandwiches can't make themselves from grass I mean-" You gave a nervous laugh, but she sees in your eyes you're so terrified you might actually start crying from the confession.

Life really hadn't been easy. But of course, after all the shit and people who've been messing with you, being nice to a beautiful scary lady is the only option your unarmed and unprepared self have instead of actually holding your own.

Being hit is better than being killed is what you've learned so far, especially when you don't even have a gun.

Her eyes turns softer and she gives a nod of understanding, finally seeing the odds.

You wait nervously for an answer, but she does provide one, only bending down to pick up your bag pack from the ground to sling it by her shoulders before starting to walk away from you.

She's robbing you, you thought.

Until a few steps away, she halts in her movement to turn around to look at you with a confusedly expression. "Well, ya coming or not? I can't eat all this meat myself can I?"

[astheskycries]

Accepted- 6

Planning a wedding with the man she loves and working small jobs with SHIELD seems like an easy task, but now that Jonathan is dead, Maggie and Steve have to continue tracking down HYDRA and cleaning up the mess left behind- which is easier said than done when the Winter Soldier has returned.

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Bucky shifts a bit, feeling a bit like a caged animal in his suit but grateful they allowed him his metal prosthetic, at least being able to use both hands again and doodle on the spare memo pad Tony’s lawyers gave him to ease his nerves. “How much longer until they’re ready?”

“Soon, White Wolf,” T’Challa smiles a bit, watching Bucky’s nervous pacing in the hall. Though they’ve already done their openings, the recess the prosecution requested has done nothing to ease Bucky’s nerves. “I’m sure you’ll do well. Between Tony and me, you have the best defense team money can buy.” He glances at his watch. “The girls should be on their mission by now; they will let you know once they find something.”

“You also have a reason, Buck.” Steve steps in to block his best friends’ path, squeezing his shoulder and not even reacting to T’Challa’s confirmation. “What happened to you, what you did… That wasn’t you.”

Bucky’s silent for a moment, looking past Steve’s shoulder to see Ross’s smirk as he heads back to the stand. “But I did it.”

…

“Damn it!” I curse, shooting into gunfire from where I was hiding behind the metal shelves. “Nat, Wanda, it’s an ambush. I need backup on the lower floor, I already have the data, but it won’t mean a damn thing if we don’t make it out of here.”

Red light swirls, and I hear cries of pain before it falls silent again. “I think I’ve subdued most of them,” Wanda grabs my hand, helping me back to my feet. “I’m grabbing a few more files before we go, in case not everything is in the hard drive. Between Stark and Shuri we should be able to-”

“Move!” I shove her hard, gasping out as pain floods my senses, making me stumble back and grip my side. I feel something warm and wet, and I wince as the added pressure only makes the pain throb. I glance down to see more pooling between my fingers, and I curse, gripping the shelf as Wanda knocks them out with her magic. “Fuck, the drive…”

Wanda uses her powers to help close the gash, using her other hand to grab the drive from my pocket. “It’s fine, what you should be worried about is you.” She uses her powers to help me walk, keeping her eyes out for more. “Maggie is hit, we need to retreat to the van and stop the bleeding.”

“FRIDAY, get Tony and send a ride,” I manage, wincing as I try to focus through the constant throbbing and feeling more and more dizzy as the seconds pass- a bad sign, but not one I want to distract from the goal. “The safe house is likely compromised if we were ambushed.”

“I’m on it,” Natasha says calmly, though I hear a strangled scream from her side of the comm.- thankfully not hers. “Just make it to the van, we’ll get you help.”

I nod weakly as the dizziness becomes harder to ignore, releasing a trembling breath when Wanda’s magic releases me and I collapse onto the seat, unable to do anything but try desperately to hold on. “Steve…”

Wanda and Nat share a look, Natasha looking uncharacteristically concerned as she works the controls. “Message him, FRIDAY. He should know the mission was compromised.”

…

“Your crimes against America, the world, are insurmountable.” Ross’ voice carries across the crowded room, full of reporters and families of known victims of the Winter Soldier. “You’ve single handedly caused a majority of the world’s most influential crimes, all at the hands of HYDRA.”

Bucky adjusts in his seat at the stand, looking uncomfortable. “I did,” He swallows, unable to look away from families with tears in their eyes. “I did, and I remember all of them.” The jury whispers amongst themselves, and he continues. “I remember them all because I relive them over and over again.” He closes his eyes when he hears the break in his voice, thinking of Howard’s stunned face. “Every night, I just see their faces… It’s gotten worse since I remembered. I know how out of control I felt. I remember feeling helpless, like I was watching someone else hurting everyone around me. Then the pain of being frozen back up like a piece of meat,” Bucky shakes his head, swallowing but determined to be as strong as he can. “I hated it. I hated thinking or feeling, because it hurt too much. It hurt to think about who I killed, what I left behind, if someone had a wife or kids they wouldn’t see again. And I- I tried to run, tried to wrap my head around what I did and make amends by staying away from everyone.” 

“And you ran, instead of facing the consequences.” Ross shakes his head. “You ran because you knew you were guilty.”

“I am guilty.” Bucky watches Steve shift in his seat, the king placing a hand on the blond’s shoulder to keep him under control- the Steve he knows well. “I ran because I needed time to understand what happened in the gaps they iced me, and I wanted- needed- to understand the crimes I committed so I could work on atoning for them. I don’t deserve to be treated differently from anybody else.”

“Your Honor, the jury has reached a decision.” A voice from the stands calls, rising with a sheet of paper in his hands. “We do not need further time to evaluate.”

“Your honor, I’d like to say something,” Bucky clears his throat nervously, but he forces himself to make eye contact with everyone who was related to a victim- to someone he hurt or killed. “No matter what these results are… I want to apologize. To the families and friends of those I- I made suffer under HYDRA. It’s not enough, and it never will be, but I am truly sorry for what I did and I will always try to atone for what I did. Your family and friends didn’t deserve what was done to them, and I take full responsibility for what I did as the Winter Soldier.”

The judge clears his throat, the jury’s paper in his hand. “The findings of this court and jury are as follows… James Buchanan Barnes is hereby cleared of all charges, and pardoned for his war crimes under the torture and exploitation of HYDRA.”

Bucky blinks back tears, seeing the room erupt with cheers and questions, but what makes his tears fall is the sight of the family and friends standing and clapping, nodding to him in at best acknowledgement and acceptance of HYDRA’s influence on his acts. Ross looks peeved, but says nothing as he returns to his sear and Bucky is guided through the exit by security, T’Challa and Steve on each side as they ignore the flashes of cameras and questions the press is shouting at him.

For better or for worse, Bucky Barnes is a free man.

…

“How long do we have until we’re back at the safe house?” I wince at the sharpness in Wanda’s tone, her using some of her powers to help keep the wrap secure on my side. “I can only do so much before she’ll need medical attention.”

Natasha curses in Russian, and I feel the engine push as she speeds up, the rough terrain hard on the large gash on my side. “We’ll be there any minute, I can stitch her up before Tony’s jet gets here.” She curses again as the van hits a hard bump, making a strangled noise escape my lips where I’ve tried to be silent. “FRIDAY, have Tony speed up the jet and contact Steve. We need him home.”

“Captain Rogers has not answered any messages since 3pm,” The AI chirps, and if I didn’t know better I’d think she sounded apologetic. “Would you like me to contact King T’Challa?”

“No,” I grind, tensing as I try to fight through the wave of pain. “If he’s not answering it’s because he’s busy.”

Nat frowns, not bothering to hide the disapproval on her face. “Maggie…”

“Right now I care more about not bleeding out,” I manage weakly, crying out a bit when we hit another bump and nearly blacking out. “Nat-”

“Damn it,” Nat curses, stopping and jerking the gear into park as she nearly leaps over the seat. “Wanda, I need you on standby. We don’t have much time, I need to- Maggie, stay awake! FRIDAY, get Bruce and Tony on the line!”

It’s too late; the darkness sweeps over me, and I finally rest in sweet relief from the pain.

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