#i went to the bathroom and i could hear my friend talking to some woman in the bathroom area

[coldfanbou]

On A Mission

Things are moving, and the playing field has started in this part. The ladies are going to start making their moves.

Length 3.1K

Nayeon X Mreader

Previous Part

You wake up in the morning, feeling the soft breath of your lovers on your chest. Looking down, Momo and Jihyo rested their heads on your chest, arms wrapped around you as they peacefully slept. You look over at the nightstand and reach for your phone, checking the time. A few hours before work would start. You ease out of their grasp, trying not to wake them. You replace your body with a pillow, each woman pulling on it as they sleep. You grab your clothes and head home, leaving them a message. 

Once you’re home, you quickly shower and prepare for the day. When you arrive at Dahyun’s apartment building, you find her, Nayeon, and Jeongyeon waiting together, chatting as you arrive. “I’m surprised to see you two waiting here. Are you feeling better?” You ask, looking at Jeongyeon. 

She gives you a small smile, “Good enough to go to work.” With that, they pack into the car, and you take the usual route to work, dropping off Eunsoo at daycare first. Jeongyeon sits beside you as you begin the work day; coworkers pass by the entire day, checking in on her. You’re happy to have Jeongyeon back at work; she took a load of you, and having her presence around was generally comforting. 

As lunch came around, you found yourself in the break room with Nayeon, Jeongyeon, and Dahyun. Some light conversation happens between the four of you, but you notice Nayeon staring at you. “Do I have something on my face?” You ask her, interrupting the conversation.

“Oh, no. It’s nothing. I’m just not very good with faces, and I try to memorize people's looks,” she exclaims. You're about to question her answer, but Dahyun moves the conversation to another topic before you can say anything.

“Have any of you done karaoke before? A new place opened down the street, and I wanted to try it, but I’m scared to go alone.”

Nayeon’s eyes shoot open at the thought of karaoke, eyeing a perfect opportunity to keep the subject there. “Jeongyeon and I went to karaoke all the time with our group of friends in college.” Nayeon excitedly taps Jeongyeon’s shoulder, “We should try to get everyone together. It’s been so long since we’ve all been together.” The young woman turns to Dahyun before Jeongyeon can reply. “Dahyun, come with us. It’ll be like a big party. Jeongyeon is a great singer; you should hear her.” 

“Oh, um, sure. I’ll need a babysitter, though, so I can’t do it tonight.” Dahyun says, feeling overwhelmed by being invited to a group event. 

“We’ll get one for all the kids; that way, we don’t need to worry about it.” Nayeon says before raising her hands and cheering, “Girls night!” Her smile shines brightly, her two front teeth poking out like a bunny. You smile back, happy that they could all bond together like that. You don’t say a word about not being included, even if it did sting a little because you were right there. Nayeon continues talking, taking the lead in planning their girl's night by messaging her friends. You chuckle a little and catch Jeongyeon’s eye. She gives you a slight smile as if to say sorry about not being included. 

As your lunch ends, you return to your desk to begin the second half of the day. Before heading to her desk, though, Nayeon heads to the bathroom. She silently cursed herself; she had just learned that Jeongyeon, Dahyun, and Jihyo were competing for your affection, and she was bringing them all together. It was too late to take anything back, though; she had set a date with everyone and given the details to Jihyo, who had the babysitter take care of their babies there. She took a few minutes to compose herself, running through her conversation with Jeongyeon and figuring that they must all be on good terms if they were still talking. Nayeon took a deep breath and made her way to her desk, getting to work and finishing the day. 

As you dropped the women off at their homes at the end of the day, Jeongyeon stopped to tell you to drive her to her home. She sounded unsure of herself, and when you asked her if she was certain, she said she was. Jeongyeon knew she had to come home eventually, and though she would have preferred more time to get herself in order, she couldn’t leave her child with her husband. Once you were gone, she made her way to the front door, taking a deep breath before opening the door. Inside, she found a mess. One she could tell was from a man who didn’t know how to take care of a child; formula was spilled on the floor, milk was over the countertops, and toys were laid out on the floor. “Jeongyeon?” Her husband’s voice rang out from another room; he walked to the living room, caring little Jieun.

 “Where have you been?!” he yells, not caring about scaring the baby in his arms. “I tried calling you over and over again, and you never picked up!” The anger in his voice continues to rise, scaring Jeongyeon. 

Jeongyeon steeled herself, taking Jieun from his arms and clutching the baby to her chest. “If you’re going to yell, I’m going to walk right out that door,” Jeongyeon says, putting on a serious face. This shuts up her husband, who is unused to hearing Jeongyeon stand her ground. “You’ve been cheating on me. I-I don’t know how long it's been, but it’s clear it's been long enough that you felt comfortable talking to them about that sort of stuff when I’m around. Do you even know what I gave up for this relationship? I dreamed of being a singer but saw it as a future with you. So, I put that behind me and helped your career. I didn’t want a baby, but you did because it would make you look good. I cared for Jieun every day without your help because you said you had long nights working on big projects. I gave up my job and my dreams because I loved you.” Jeongyeon's voice becomes filled with anger as she continues, “And you decided to cheat on me?! Did I ever matter to you? Was I just some good-looking woman on your shoulder that would make you look good?” Her husband tries to speak up, but Jeongyeon continues, “Shut up! I’m talking! I’m-I’m done.” She says sternly, gulping as she speaks what she hopes will be her final words to him. “You aren’t the man I married. I don’t know if he even really existed. I’m leaving you. I want a divorce.” Jeongyeon can feel the tears welling up in her eyes but carries on. She moves past him, not letting him stop her, as she packs some of Jieun's things and gathers some of her clothes. She places everything into a single suitcase and carries it out of her room. 

He tries to talk to her, but she has none, leaving the place she once called home with her child. Jeongyeon sniffles, knowing she made the right decision by leaving him and gets on a bus. She finally lets herself shed tears as she holds Jieun to her chest. “I’m sorry, baby, it's just you and me now.” Jeongyeon climbs off the bus and walks a few blocks to Nayeon’s home. When she knocks on the door, Nayeon is quick to open it. The older woman gives Jeongyeon a supportive smile and welcomes the pair inside. She helps Jeongyeon and Jieun become accustomed to their temporary home.

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After work and dropping off the babies at Jihyo’s home, they headed straight to the karaoke place on Friday night. “Ladies, tonight we celebrate a few things. One is our first night out in a long time; the other is Jeongyeon divorcing that bastard husband!” Nayeon announces to the group as they begin their night of fun. While it shocked everyone, they raised their glasses and drank. The night was filled with music and laughter as the women enjoyed themselves, each singing songs they loved. Dahyun integrated well into the group of women, becoming fast friends with everyone. During one of the later pauses, the topic of sex came up. Momo couldn’t help but gush about her time with you and Jihyo. Dahyun released a surprised gasp and felt worry creep into her mind as every woman began to compare their experience with you. 

“Oh, Dahyun, have you been with him?” Dahyun mind became cluttered with thoughts, but one thing she knew was that she couldn’t give up. 

“I have; we’ve done it a few times.” The others give Dahyun an ovation, clapping for her and pressing her to tell some stories. A shy smile creeps onto her face, and Dahyun recounts her times with you. 

“I wonder who’s going to get him in the end.” Momo blurts out after Dahyun finishes telling her story. She laughs after, nearly spilling her drink on herself. Her statement brought questions, though, as each woman began to think of the other as competition. “I can tell you who it won’t be, though. Nayeon.” Momo’s comment brings laughter to the group; Nayeon was the only one you hadn’t had sex with. 

“Ya! It can totally be me. I’ll have sex with him tonight!” Nayeon declares. When the others laugh, she commits to it. “Don’t laugh! I’ll do it!” Nayeon shakes her friends, trying to get them to take her seriously. The situation is enough to put everyone at ease, but in the back of their heads, they realize they have to do more if they want to win your affection. They knew who had the best chance right now; it would be between Jihyo, Jeongyeon, and Dahyun. Each woman had more than a physical connection to you. Momo, Mina, might only see you as a piece of meat, but after their time with you, they weren’t too willing to have you taken away. As for Sana and Nayeon, they just felt a sense of competition after Momo’s words. 

Still, the night continued with each woman singing their heart out late into the night. Once their time was up, they headed home. Mina and Momo went to theirs, and Jihyo took Dahyun and Jeongyeon to her place to sleep off the night. Sana went her own way, leaving Nayeon, who was on her way to yours. Drunk but wholly focused on her goal, she got a taxi, barely remembering your place, and walked to your door. She pounded her fist against the door, “Ya! Open up!” When you didn’t come to the door immediately, she yelled again. You opened the door this time, yawning as she had woken you up. As soon as you opened the door, Nayeon lunged at you, wrapping her arms around you and pressing her lips against yours. You’re knocked to the floor and feel  Nayeon pull you in closer, pressing her chest against yours. “I need you to fuck me.” She moaned, grabbing your hands and placing them on her breasts. 

“Hey, hey, hold on, Nayeon!” You say, pushing her off you. You close the front door, and when you turn around, you see Nayeon stripping down, throwing her shirt onto the ground, and trying to get her pants off. You place your hands on Nayeon’s shoulders, “Nayeon, you’re drunk. I’m not having sex with you.” The drunk woman tries to shake your hands off, but you overpower her. Thinking quickly, you carry Nayeon to your room, tossing her on the bed before quickly leaving the room. You hold the door closed for a long time, finally letting go long after Nayeon’s given up.  You take a deep breath and walk to the couch, lying on it and falling asleep.

You wake up with a moan in the morning. Rubbing your eyes, you look down to see Nayeon’s lips wrapped around your cock. She’s bobbing her head, quickly taking you down her throat. Her flexible tongue swirls around your cock, as she strokes your shaft. “I told you I needed to have sex.” She mumbles, looking at you as she spits on your cock. Nayeon’s big hands move down your length, making you groan. “I’m not drunk now, so it’s not a problem,” Nayeon mutters as she moves over the top of you, lowering herself onto your face. You take a deep breath, grunting as you feel your cock hit the back of Nayeon’s throat. Nayeon pushes her cunt onto you, wanting you to eat her out. Relenting, you drag your tongue along her slit. Nayeon’s body tenses, and she moans into your cock. “That’s it, keep going.”

Nayeon teases you, grabbing your balls and giving them light squeezes as she laps at the tip of your cock. It was a far sight from the woman who was watching you fuck her friends not too long ago. You continue to lap at her cunt, going as far as to grab her ass and pull her down. Your tongue pushes inside Nayeon, making her cry out as she feels your tongue press against her walls. It was a foreign sensation to her but one that gave her immense pleasure the more she thought about it. As your fingers dig into her skin, Nayeon’s moans become louder. She arched her back and bit her lip, struggling to focus on her blowjob. She wrapped her plump lips around the head of your cock, swirling her tongue around it quickly as she moaned. She stroked your cock quickly, wanting you to cum soon.  Nayeon clenched her teeth, grimacing as she felt her core tighten before finally exploding as she climaxed. She tasted sweet, and you lapped at her cunt during her climax. Her body shuddered, and she collapsed on your body. You slide out from under Nayeon’s body and watch her chest rise and fall as she breathes heavily. You get behind Nayeon and grab her waist. “Hold on a second.”

You grab your cock and rub it against her folds. The sensation makes Nayeon whimper, and she looks over her shoulder, “If you’re going to do it, don’t tease me.” Her whimpers become louder as you continue to tease Nayeon. You push her thighs together and begin thrusting between her legs. Your cock drags along her lips, driving her crazy. “Please stop, put it in already,” she begs, grabbing your hands. “Fuck me already, give me your cock.” Nayeon’s cheeks fill with air, and she hits you with puppy eyes in an attempt to force your hand. You rub Nayeon’s ass before smacking her. She yelps and meets your gaze as you press your cock against her entrance. “Yes! Please fuck me!” You slide forward, slipping and going back between her folds. Nayeon’s heart drops, and she kicks her feet against the sofa cushion. 

You press the tip against her entrance again and push your cock inside. Nayeon smiles as she finally feels your cock slip inside her. It stretches her out and hits deep inside her. Nayeon places her head against the sofa, humming as you push more of your cock inside her. Every inch you put in stretches her a little more, and by the end, Nayeon feels completely filled. You pull out slowly, dragging out the process before ramming yourself back in. Nayeon groans as she feels your cock impale her; every thrust that follows is much the same. You stir her inside as you pound away at her body. Your bodies make a loud clap with each thrust. Nayeon keeps her head down, struggling as her core tightens again. Your consistent thrusts hit her g-spot, making her cry out as pleasure floods her body. “Fuck! Shit, I’m going to cum.” Nayeon says, gripping the cushion as she nears her climax. Her walls tighten around your cock; they rub against your cock, making you grit your teeth as you begin to speed up.

You grab Nayeon’s arms, pulling them back. Nayeon lets out a roar as she cums; her walls clamp down on your cock as you continue thrusting. The overwhelming pleasure breaks Nayeon for the moment; she begins mumbling as your thrusts continue. “C-cum inside me…” She weakly mumbles. Approaching your climax, you bury yourself inside Nayeon and unload. Your semen floods her cunt, painting her walls white as your cum makes its way to her womb. You let go of Nayeon’s arms and collapsed on top of her, pumping her full of cum. Nayeon groans as she feels the warmth of your cum spread throughout her body. 

Seeing the time you pull out of Nayeon, your cum flowing out of her sore cunt as you rush to take a shower before realizing that it was Saturday and you had the day off. You come back to the living room and notice Nayeon has barely moved, going from her stomach to her side. While you were rushing to shower, Nayeon took a picture of herself. She was covered in sweat, and her hair was a mess, but it would get the message across. She sent it to the group chat, showing the others she had fucked you. 

There’s a slight smile on her face as she pushes her stomach, and more cum flows out of her. The sight makes you hard, and you decide that you might as well fuck Nayeon while she’s still here. You walk over to the couch and move Nayeon onto her back, rubbing your cock against her folds. “I worked so hard to put that in you.”

“Maybe I want more,” Nayeon said with a smile as she spread her legs further apart. “I can see why everyone likes being fucked by you. Now let’s go again.” Nayeon said, aligning you with her entrance. 

At Jihyo’s home, the three women couldn’t help but laugh as they saw the message pop up. They glanced at each other, knowing what the goal was for each of them. “Well, ladies. We all know what we’re after.” Jihyo announced. 

“Right,” Jeongyeon followed. Dahyun remained silent; she wasn’t the most confident about her ability and knew she had to make her move. She pulled her phone out and texted the group chat, commenting on Nayeon following through with her word. It prompted the others to begin responding, chiding Nayeon for being competitive. While the others were distracted, Dahyun started messaging you, asking to meet you at a cafe. She took a deep breath and put her phone away. She wanted to secure a future with you. With Jeongyeon's divorce just beginning and Jihyo still married, she has the opportunity to lock you down. 

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Home is where you are | Bucky Barnes

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> When you hear someone talking about Bucky you offer them your help to find him.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.773

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) Bit of violence (punches)

𝐀/𝐍 -> Co-Written with my best friend @imtryingbuck. Thank you so much for listening to my complaining and to write this together with me.❤️❤️

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 3 | Theme: Cap Quartet | Washington DC, Uniform, Found Family, favorite duo | @catws-anniversary

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

You didn’t mean to listen in to the conversation that was going on just to your left but you didn’t have anything better to do then just to sit there with cuffs on your wrist. Sitting in the uncomfortable chair in the hallway of the local police station wasn’t something you were planning on doing on a Friday night but the man who wouldn’t leave you alone as you walked down the street deserved to have his head knocked into the wall.

“He isn’t-“ the blond man started but got cut off by the woman he was standing with.

“Whether you knew him before he’s still the Winter Solider and we need to stop him!”

“We haven’t heard anything about him since we last fought-“

“Regardless, he still needs to be stopped”

“Bucky isn’t a bad person, I know him!”

Hearing that name your head turned to face the three people standing there, the blond man stood tall with his arms crossed over his broad chest, the red headed woman stood in a similar stance whilst the black haired man leant against the wall with his hand in a crisp packet.

“What are staring at?” The woman snapped at you.

“Come here.” You said to the blond, who looked at the two people he was with furrowing his eyebrow he made his way over to you.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes and I can help you. Bucky? I know him.”

“Steve come on we can’t trust her, she’s literally in cuffs” the woman said again.

“Blue eyes, brown hair, dimple chin, silver arm? Yeah I know him.” This Steve guy stood up straighter as you described the man in question, his eyes slanted as he looked you up and down.

“How do you know him?”

“He saved my life.” You shrugged, turning to the redhead “he isn’t a bad person, a bit weird but not bad.” Turning your head back to the blond you smiled up at him. “Steve Rogers, good ole Captain America, you know Bucky has a photo of you in a little book of his?”

“H-how?”

“Took him to the Smithsonian to help him remember, saw photos of you and took one with him”

“Where is he?” Steve asks.

“Who are you?” The other man asks, finally speaking up.

“I’m not going to tell you unless you help me, and I’m Y/n.”

“She’s full of it Steve, we can’t trust her!”

“You are so snappy Miss Romanoff, yeah I know who you are. I can’t be giving my secrets away for free now can I?”

“What do you want?”

“I want you to tell the nice police officers that I didn’t do anything and that I’m an absolute angel” you smiled up at him. Steve thought over what you wanted before nodding and going over to the desk. Whatever he had said to them worked because the officer who had the pleasure of shoving you into a wall and put the cuffs on you very tightly came over and let you go.

Steve grabbed ahold of your arm and dragged you out of the station, putting you in the car and made the other man drive. “What was she arrested for?” Sam asked.

“Assault”

“I barely touched him.” You huffed.

“You cracked his skull open.”

Steve told Sam to pull up at the motel, there they could get some rest and then go to rescue Bucky. You went to the bathroom but not before Natasha checked it out to make sure you couldn’t escape first.

“She’s been in there for ages now.” Sam noticed.

Natasha knocked on the door to check on you, when not getting a response back she kicked in the door. “Shit! Shit!”

“What? God damnit!” Steve saw the window open and couldn’t see you.

All three left the room to go looking for you, they saw you running down the street, Steve ran after you whilst Nat and Sam got in the car.

“Leave me alone! God why are you so fast?” You screamed.

“Just stop!”

“No!”

The car you were in not long ago came speeding past you and cut you off, Sam and Nat jumped straight out as you tried to run past them. You felt a hand on your arm so you stopped, turning around and ducked when Natasha threw a punch to your face. You threw a punch back and began fighting with the black widow. Both of the men stopped dead in their tracks at seeing how Nat was losing against you.

“Stop. Y/n stop it!” Steve shouted.

“Tell her to stop!” He does, the redhead listened and began to take a step back. “I’m-god I’m so unhealthy-I’m not taking you to him!”

“But you said you would?”

“I don’t trust you. Your going to hurt him and I-I can’t let that happen”

“I’m not going to hurt him, I swear. He’s my best friend.”

“Y-you work for SHIELD. They will hurt him.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt him. You have my word”

“He gets hurt and I’ll haunt you down!” Steve nods and promises you that you have his word. You nod back and sigh before lying down on the ground exhausted from the chase and fighting against the black widow.

Sitting in the back of the car the next morning, Steve kept his eye on you as you stared at Nat through the mirror. “You said that Bucky saved you? How?”

“I was at the base they kept him at, he got sent on a mission and when he came back he got me out of my cell. We’ve been on the run ever since.”

After telling him a bit more about you and Bucky, Natasha nodded, while Steve’s eyes were still on you. You had his full attention; he wanted to know all about his friend.

"So, where are we going?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“Smithsonian.”

“A museum?”

“Yeah. We have met there often; he wasn’t there the last time, but maybe now,” you explained.

Steve is the only one who really looked like he trusted you, while Sam and Natasha weren’t pretty sure if they could trust you. But you were mostly focused on how to react when you see Bucky; you have told him about your feelings for him, just like he did. You were dating, but then you needed to escape, and Bucky told you to stay in the apartment he brought. After that, you met a few times at the Smithsonian.

When they parked the car, you immediately got out of it, wanting to rush into it, but Natasha stopped you by holding your arm and pushing you against the car. You gasped, and when Steve stood next to you too, she let go of your arm.

“Don’t dare to run away,” she says.

You rolled your eyes, pushing her softly away, and made your way together with them to the entrance of the Smithsonian.

“You three know that everyone recognizes you even when you wear those caps?”

Natasha ignored you while Sam sighed, and Steve placed his hand around your shoulders.

“Surprisingly, they don’t,” he smirked.

Together, you entered the museum, and no one recognized the other three. You made your way to the place you always met Bucky; it’s a bit hidden behind some of the uniforms the group Steve led wore.

“That was your outfit? Looks like leggings,” Sam laughs and points at Steve’s outfit.

You walked a few steps further when Steve tapped your shoulder, and you turned toward him. Narrowing, while he just put his finger on his lips and shoved you behind him. You saw a man with long brown hair, his metal arm glistening in the slight light of the room, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy. But Steve showed you to stay in place so he could talk to the man standing just a few meters away.

“Buck?” He asked, walking closer, and the other man turned around.

Bucky’s eyes widened, his jaw dropped slightly, and he prepared himself to push the other man away and get out of the building.

“S— Steve?”

“Hi, pal. Please, we can help you escape Hydra.”

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, unsure if he could trust Steve, but he nodded. Steve walked slowly closer to his friend, until he reached him and smirked at the brown-haired one.

“Two of my friends are here too, and we brought someone who really wants to see you,” Steve told Bucky.

When Sam and Natasha let you walk closer to them, Bucky immediately recognized your form behind his friend. His eyes widened, and a beautiful smile appeared on his lips. You walked toward him, placing your arms around his neck, and you pressed yourself tight against him. Bucky’s arms were wrapped around your body the moment you reached him, his face buried in the crock of your neck while he inhaled deeply.

“My doll,” he mumbled, pushing you softly away.

He captured your cheeks with his big hands, his thumbs wiping your tears away — those you never knew were rolling down your cheeks. The relief that you felt when you saw the men you loved, that you could just wrap your arms around him, and that you didn’t see any injuries on his body. Bucky leaned closer, looking deeply into your eyes, before he closed his beautiful blue ones and pressed his soft, plumb lips on yours. The kiss was breathtaking; your knees went weak, and you grabbed his arms tightly. He deepened the kiss, sighing softly before he pulled away. Bucky smiled at you; his blue eyes lit up when he saw the same big smile on your pretty lips and the way you looked at him with nothing but pure love.

“I love you so much, doll.”

“I love you, too.”

Steve smirked, while Sam looked at Natasha with an amused face because she was the whole time looking at Steve.

“You should ask him out,” he said.

Then their gazes went back to you; you’re still smirking at one another. You trailed your fingers through Bucky’s soft brown hair, and he had his hand still on your cheeks, pressing his lips against yours once again.

"Bucky, let’s go home, yeah?”

“B— But I am.”

“In the Smithsonian?”

“No,” he chuckles, looking directly into your eyes. “In your arms, my doll, he said, and you blushed.

But he was right. Home isn’t a house; home is the place you are with the people you love the most. People make a house feel like home, and Bucky is doing that. He makes everything feel like home as long as you’re together.

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[oceantornadoo]

hii! can you do what it would be like asking price to put pads on the shopping list?? and then when price goes shopping he has to call you to ask for what size ?? 😭😭 btw i love love your work, hope u had a good day💞.

im pretty sure you're referring to this post but i decided to make this price x reader so :) enjoy!

bsf marriage pact!price x reader, he's slightly creepy but he's sweet (this is actually a bit dubcon but its in good spirit)

you had had a shit day. actually, make that a shit week. emotional the whole time, feeling lonely, depressed, and with the weirdest cravings. right when you were about to call your best friend and rant about how terrible you felt, you had went to the bathroom and- oh.

that explains a lot.

and now here you were, sitting on the toilet for the past ten minutes, contemplating. you were completely out of all period products and your flow was so heavy there was no way you were making it to the store free bleeding or with toilet paper as a makeshift pad. of course, that's when john decided to call you (let's be real, who doesn't take their phone to the bathroom. don't judge.)

"evenin', duckie."

"ugh john, i told you not to call me that. its so annoying."

john grunted a chuckle into the phone, swiping a hand over his beard. "you love it." silence. he could practically hear your eye roll. "dinner tonight?" he was pacing his apartment, uncharacteristic for a man like him. calm, cool, collected. never when it came to you.

"can't, sorry. maybe in a few days." he grunted. "could order a takeaway?" you sighed in his ear, the sound a melody he craved to hear over and over again. on lazy saturdays and in-between small fights over laundry. baby steps, though.

"its just not in the cards tonight, john, i'm sorry." you were never like this, withholding information. even when you cancelled on him, it was with a long-winded explanation with the names of about seven people he didn't know and plans you didn't want to go to. "'s wrong, duck? got a hot date or somethin'?" he mentally crossed his fingers, not allowing a physical expression. he wasn't that whipped. not yet.

"no, im just sick. and tired." his muscles relaxed. he started putting on his boots and grabbed a fleece, something gaz insisted was not too tryhard for someone like him. "i'll run to the store and grab ya medicine, hm? what'dya need?" you sighed again, rubbing your fingers to your forehead. he obviously was not giving this up and you did really need pads...

"ill text you a list when you get there. thanks john."

"anythin' for you, duckie."

list: pads, advil, that one chocolate candy you know i like, something for dinner

shit. price had been with a woman or two, but had never had to buy her pads. of course, he'd never let it get to that stage, not when he had you to take care of. but now here he was, staring at playtex and always and what the fuck was a diva cup? he'd better call you.

"all ok, john?"

"ya didn't give me a color on your pads, duck." you giggled. of course he paid attention to the green versus orange pads.

"its pretty heavy so some of the overnight and extra daytime ones would work." silence.

"...there's numbers." your cheeks warmed. you couldn't believe you were talking about this with john of all people.

"god, john. this feels so embarrassing. so weird to talk about with you."

"why? gotta know this for the rest of my life, duckie." shit. he was referring to that night a couple weeks ago, when you confessed to him you thought you'd never find love. when he said he'd marry you in a heartbeat, just say the word. when you compromised by telling him if you were still single in two years, you'd go to the courthouse then and there. when you didn't see him turn and write the date in phone, just as a reminder.

"5, john. there should be a moon symbol or something. and then 3. should be green, i think?" he grunted an affirmation, putting the respective pads in his cart. he turned around, having said goodbye and ended the call, and was subsequently greeted by three women, staring. paused in their product selection, staring openmouthed at how nonchalant he was about buying pads.

30 minutes later he was at your place, groceries and takeaway in hand as he used his spare key to let himself in. "duck?" all quiet. he stalked through your place and noticed the light on in the bathroom. one, two, three quick knocks. "john?" "'s me. can i come in?" "no i- need you to get me something." he waited patiently. "can you go to my dresser and grab a pair of underwear. something ugly, lots of coverage." who was he to say no to a free invite to your underwear drawer?

john dropped the pads outside your bathroom door and headed to your bedroom. finding your dresser, he had to give himself a second. calm down, old man. they're all clean.

that didn't stop him from sniffing a few, reveling at the scent of your laundry detergent. he almost groaned at the scent, imagining you in them. even in the "unsexy" pairs, your curves clothed in cotton and elastic, wrapped up in a lovely package. all his.

john selected a pair with "lots of coverage", whatever that meant, and headed to your bathroom. he opened the door with ease, setting your pads down on the counter. you shrieked.

"john! im half naked, you need to knock." obviously, the sight of your bare thighs and the top of your mound peaking out was most welcome, but he was more concerned about getting you off the toilet and putting food in your belly. "jus' me, duckie. come on, show me how to do it." he gestured at the pads. he couldn't be serious.

you slowly unboxed them, taking care to cover your naked body as much as possible. even while moving slowly, your shirt still shifted and he caught glimpses of your pretty pussy. an image for another day, when you weren't in pain. he focused on your fingers, deftly putting the pad on your underwear with years of practice. he memorized how you placed the pad, ensuring it stuck to your underwear before tearing the paper off the wings and tucking them on the other side. you looked up at him and he nodded, mission complete. "thank you, by the way." he kissed your forehead, so quick you could have missed it in a blink.

"turn around, i have to put it on." he sat back on his haunches, staring. "go'on. 've gotta learn somehow." you were too tired to care, ready to devour your dinner. you missed his hungry gaze as you revealed your cunt to him, wanting even though it was covered in blood. you missed his fingers twitching as you slowly pulled on your underwear, fabric caressing your skin like he yearned to. you got up, flushed, and washed your hands, missing how he tucked his fingers in belt loops and leaned back into the wall, a move he'd done many times in his tac vest.

"thank you, john. truly." he gave you a grin under the muttonchops, all satisfied. task finished, mission accomplished. you had asked him to do this, a husbandly duty. after you dried your hands, you made a move for the door, but he stopped you with a hand to the jaw. he brushed his beard against you, feeling the shiver in your bones. his mouth hovered near your ear, accent coming out low and sultry. "anythin' for my future wife, duckie."

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ngl this got a bit weird but i like it??? had to struggle to not lean into my simon riley weirdness tendencies as im still learning john as a character.

[maxillness]

Secret Love Song || LH44 x Russell!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age-gap, degrading kink, praise kink, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby” He moaned from above her. His hands were tangled in her hair as his back was pushed up against the door of his drivers room

“Your lips feel so good around me” He couldn’t stop praising her, even though he knew she was gonna be in charge when they got to her place after the race later

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this; saliva dripping down your chin, red cheeks, my cock in your mouth” His body was starting to sweat as he twitched in her mouth

“Just like that. Fucking hell, I’m gonna-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he shot his hot loath down her throat

She stood up as she swallowed his cum. He zipped his trousers back up before kissing her tenderly “I’m gonna return the favour when we get to your place after the race, okay love?”

“If you win” She kissed his cheek before leaving the room. They both managed to get back to the others without being seen leaving his drivers room

“Where were you?” George asked her with a hint of concern in his voice

“I was just at the bathroom, no need to worry your pants” She chuckled as she walked over to him

“I’m just looking out for you” He said with soft eyes

“George, I’m 20, you don’t need to look out for me anymore” He had always protected her through out their childhood, he was worse then their parents

“You’re right. I’m sorry”

Normally after her and Lewis had fucked or she would have sucked him off, they would be clingy with each other. Her lips would be all over him. On his lips, cheek, neck, throat, chest, stomach, anywhere they could be, they would be

But they couldn’t this time. Nobody knew they were together, and god forbid they ever told anyone, her brother would absolutely destroy him, both on and outside the track

I wanna kiss you so bad rn

She heard the ping of the message she had sent across the garage. She looked over to Lewis who had picked up his phone. He looked over at her before typing

I want to kiss you too love, but you know we can’t <3

She knew it was true, but what if they fucked with the rules? What if they stood in the corner and it was just a little peck before going back to talk to people they were talking to before

Win the race and my lips will be all over you ;)

She smiled as she sent the text. She looked over at Lewis who was blushing hard. He was talking with Bono who looked confused at him

She could hear their conversation, but she guessed Lewis’ excuse for his slightly red cheeks would be something like it was hot in the garage

It gave her some kind of rush, knowing she was the only one to draw this kind of reaction out of him

It also made her folds wet, but she would never dare to tell him that

She spend the rest of the day in the garage, sending him texts with either different kinds of praises, promises to fuck him when he wins, or wishes about the two of them

You’re always doing so good for me

You better do good on the track, Hamilton

I’m gonna fuck you dumb when you win

I’m gonna fuck your brains out

I wish you could hold me in your arms

I wish you could kiss me before your race

Every time she sent a text, she looked over at Lewis who would just blush harder every time, if that was even possible

Her brother had questioned her multiple times who she was texting, but she would always say it was one of her friends

Like wise did he ask Lewis, who said it was either his parents, his neighbour who was sitting Roscoe, or one of his friends

Stop sending me all those text love

Why? I can see you like them <3

She looked over at him, eyes went down to his slight boner in his trousers

You drive me crazy woman

At least I fuck as good as I drive you crazy ;)

He won the race, of course. I mean, if he hadn’t my won, maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck his teammates sister

“You need a lift home?” George asked her

“No thanks, George” She didn’t give him a reason why, but he brushed it off like he was used to it

“You did so good, baby” Her hand was on his inner thigh as he drove them to her apartment. His breath was heavier as her handed hockey closer to the place where he needed her the most

“Thank you, love” He said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. Her hand started stroking his thigh, making him harder by every stroke

They had barely entered the apartment when Lewis was all over her. His hands on her waist, pulled close to him as his lips were on hers and her hands were on his ass, squeezing him every so often

“Fuck, I want to return the favour, love” His lips traveled over to her jaw

“Then get to the bedroom, Lew” Her hands traveled him to stroke his sides

“No, I want you now” He backed her back so her ass hit the dinning table “Please” His hands went to the back of her thighs, lifting her up on the table

“Lewis, we should go to the bedroom” He had already gone to his knees as she spoke

He didn’t listen to her words, he instead proceeded to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt up, giving him access to pull down her panties as she bucked her hips

She gave in, and let him do what he wanted to her. He threw her panties the floor beside them before spreading her knees, giving him more access to her cunt

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder before darting his tongue out to lick through her folds

She moaned at the contact between his tongue and her clit. He flicked over it with his tongue as he entered her with on of his fingers

As her moans started getting loud, he inserted another finger “What wouldn’t your teammate think, huh? If he knew how you fuck his little sister” He hummed at her words giving her extra pleasure

She bucked her hips into his face, grinding on his tongue she came close to her orgasm “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me” Hs Eleanor’s her head back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, and she came around his fingers. He rode out her high before pulling out of her and standing up

She got to the ground “The bedroom, Lew” He kissed her quick before going to the bedroom

She chuckled at his eagerness. She walked into the bedroom, seeing him already stripped naked and laid on the bed

“Good. You’re already ready for me” She smirked as she walked over to him

“I’m always ready for you, love” He said pulling her into his lap. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She threw them both to the floor

She spit in her hand, and started stroking him slow. She lined herself up with his cock, slowly pushing him in making them both moan

“Fuck, you always fill me up so good, Lew” She smirked as she started moving. She loved hearing his moans and whimpers coming from him

“You sound so pretty” She kept praising him as he started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts

He gripped her hips tighter, slamming her down onto him. Both their moans were loud and heavy as they came closer to their orgasms

“You feel so good around me. Fuck, love. I fucking love you” He spoke between his moans “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck, please”

Her fingers went to her clit, circling it between her fingers. Her actions pushed her closer to her orgasm

“Cum for me, baby” He came into her, holding her down onto him. Him coming into her, sent her over the edge, coming around him for the second time today

She pulled off of him, going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean them both up. She laid down beside him, scooting close into him under the duvet

“I love you” He sighed holding her close kissing her forehead

“I love you too” She kissed his chest laying down hearing his heartbeat

[littlemelaninfics]

Ma’am I currently have covid so I’m chillin my room & was wondering if you could possibly take the time out to write some disrespectful dirty af smut for my mans Colby? Like make up sex type shet 🥵🥵😏😏

Thank you boo 💝

(gif not mine)

You tried explaining the whole way home that women gawk at him all the time and that you got used to it, but he's having none of it.

This all started at the award show we went to tonight. One of his fellow creators was making googly eyes at your cleavage the whole night and Colby took notice. What drove it home was when we pulled into the driveway and our neighbor Joseph made a comment about how we both looked nice, me especially.

Colby shook his head with his signature smirk and I knew I would have to be doing some groveling tonight.

Joseph has caused issues with us before as he's in his early 40's, a well respected surgeon with 2 Ph.d's, a Doctorate and easy on the eyes. This causing Colby to feel inferior when a "chode nose having, geriatric, Chris Hansen's most wanted grown ass man with an end of adolescence fetish" shamelessly flirts with you in front of him like he's better than him.

"Sam and I have businesses too."

"I know, baby."

"I'm fucking damn near 20 years younger than him and I'm well respected in my field, I'm with the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with, I have the best fucking friends, I've traveled, I've won awards AND I was Joe fucking Rogen's podcast. He is not better than me," he said looking you directly in your eyes.

Once his rant was over, you grabbed the sides of his face as a way to calm him down knowing his anger wasn't directed at you. This was 8 months ago, 3 weeks after you moved in

Tonight he walked through the door with a huff, not bothering to hold it open.

"Um, thanks. Dick." I called out to him when I stopped the door from slamming in my face. I saw him swallow some of what was in his glass before speaking for the first time in a long while,

"You love that shit, don't you?"

I stop in my tracks and turn to face him,

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Them! All of them looking at you. One of which lives right next door. You fuck him yet? Is that why he's trying so hard to be my friend with that condescending, shit eating grin?"

"You're drunk and I'm going to bed. I already said I was sorry for my tits being on full display. What do you want me to do? Get a reduction?"

He brought his glass to his lips once more and raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck. You." I turned back around to stomp up the stairs to decompress. I take off my jewelry and shawl before unzipping the gown I'm in.

I walk in the bathroom and turn on the water. I go under the sink grabbing my favorite body wash and take a much needed shower. When I exit I see Colby undressing at the dresser, facing the mirror.

I know he didn't mean it in the slightest, but I'm still upset about what he suggested about my breast size so I decide to put on a show for someone who enjoys them in all their glory. Still in my towel, I saunter over to my side of the dresser and grab my favorite body lotion.

In that time, I notice Joseph's office light is on and the blinds are cracked. I walk over to our curtains and open them before sitting on the bed.

To anyone else, it looked like I wanted to let the city lights in, but he knew. They both did. Colby eyed me in the mirror before looking out the window.

Without a single word, he drags me along out to our balcony where the cool air heats up. He bends me over the balcony and slaps my ass. Colby pulls down my panties and inserts himself into me.

He grabs my neck and forces me to arch my back as he pounds into me.

"What's my name?"

"Dick."

He grabs my hair, “What’s my name, Y/N?”

“Daddy.” I whimper

“I can’t hear you, princess,” my body shudders and my pussy gets wetter as his grip tightens around my neck.

“Daddy!” I scream out.

“That’s right. Who else makes you feel this good? Hmmm? Tell me.”

I move my arm back to try to slow him down a bit, but he moves it away. I stand up straight and Colby wraps his free arm around my waist pushing his dick further up into me. My eyes roll the back of my head. He moves to my ear and I can hear his heavy breathing,

“Answer me”

“You, Colby! Fuck I’m gonna cum!" My vision starts to go dark and he chuckles,

“No you’re not, Baby. You’re gonna hold it like a good girl.” I whine at his words and dig my nails into his tensed muscular thigh.

He exits me and jacks off, letting my cum drip over off his tip. His head falls back at the sensation before making his next command,

“On the chair ass up” I go over to the chair and place my hands on the arm rests. He smacks my ass and I moan. My legs shake as I bite my lip. I feel Colby enter me again this time a little slower. Making me feel the length of his pulsating cock.

He gives that first good thrust, having my ass bounce back on him which only prompts him to smack it more.

“Daddy that feels so good” I stand on my tippy toes and arch my back further down.

“Bounce on me baby” I begin meeting his thrusts. He slips out of me, but immediately puts it back in getting my closer to my orgasm.

“Fuck you’re so sexy,” he plays with my clit making me shake.

“Can I please cum daddy please.”

“Hold it” he demands. He pounds harder and my eyesight gets weaker.

“Ugh daddy please” my body rattles and Colby cums balls deep in me. I can’t hold it anymore and I squirt over our feet, inevitably pushing him out. I scream out his name when he flicks his still hard cock over my soaking clit, dragging out the streams of ecstasy. I see Joseph's lights go off, but I don't care. I feel lips press to my shoulder blade with a slight bite and chuckle. Colby knows he won.

“That’s it, baby. I want it all over me," he smirks before sinking to his knees and lapping me up with licks and slurps. He stands back up and spins me around to make me taste myself. To my surprise, he spits the mixture of our cum into my mouth with the darkest eyes I've seen.

My knees go weak and I moan into his mouth. His hand wraps around my throat one more time,

“You’re mine don’t forget that," he says. Leaving me naked and spent out in the crisp Summer night.

a/n: there is a sentence that says Joseph is into women who are at the end of adolescence and and i just wanted to hat it noted that adolescence doesn't end until 24 years old

[httpsghostie]

I was wondering if it were possible that I could request something about, Simon and Fem!Civillian!reader are dating and then one day Simon brings the 141 back to his place, but there was a new recruit (a female sniper?) And reader is seeing how close Simon and the sniper are and gets really insecure and pushes Simon away for a while, and when Simon figures out what it was he shows the reader that he loves her and only her (iykyk) Sorry if this doesn't make since my English isn't great :(

hey hey first of all don't apologize for your english, we're all here learning (I mean it english isn't my first language too

I didn't feel like writing smut for this one so enjoy a bit of hurt/comfort hehe

Summary: your boyfriend's task force recruits a new female soldier and you're not happy about it.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x civ!f!reader, hurt/comfort

It took a while for you and Simon to get together, it took you even more to build trust in him, but once he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, you couldn't be happier. 

He had his flaws, everyone had, but he was so good for you in a way no one could even imagine. You taught him how to love and he learned what it felt to finally be loved again.

He always had his eyes on you whenever you two went out, he never laid eyes on another woman, never gave you a reason to be jealous of him. You thought you'd hit the jackpot, having the privilege of a scary boyfriend that only had eyes for you and would do anything you said just to see you happy.

And he also had his job — a very deadly one, so he would often come back from missions all fucked up and demanding your attention, to which you never complained about. You'd take care of his dislocated shoulder, kiss the bruises on his knuckles, wipe the blood off his wounds. For some reason, you found him really hot like this, all devoted to you and your care.

It was all so perfect, to the point where he mustered up the courage to bring his team to your shared apartment to have lunch together on a beautiful sunday, just for you to get to know them.

You knew Price, the sweet english captain with the fishing hat and the beard that smelled like tobacco when he gave you a hug, there were two other guys that Simon talked a lot about and… a girl?

You stared in disbelief as she entered your home and greeted you, but you just didn’t want to be rude and cause a scene. She was sweet, you couldn’t deny that, but something about this felt off. The way she looked at Simon wasn’t the way she looked at the others, or maybe you were just making it up to have a reason to dislike her.

She was new, as they said, a new sniper on the team, fresh and young like a breath of fresh air. She also seemed to be closer to your boyfriend, but she didn't cross the line, at least not in front of you as far as you know.

You played it cool despite the unbearable pain in your chest, but you weren’t in your best mood, so the food you and Simon had prepared was making you nauseous. You had barely touched your plate, and you bet he noticed, but he just didn’t want to embarrass you in front of his friends.

Once the laughter left your apartment and left the two of you in silence, you were left with a pile of jealousy and a man you couldn’t bring yourself to face. The beating in your chest was the only thing you could hear when you excused yourself to the bathroom and wiped away the tears.

He was silently doing the dishes when you approached the kitchen and served yourself a glass of wine. “What do you think of ‘em?”

You sipped the drink and looked at his back. “Johnny’s cool, you’ve talked ‘bout him.” You swear you could see his face contorting into a frown by the tone of your voice, some bug definitely bit you.

But he didn’t push you, and a part of you felt relieved. He did notice the way you chugged the rest of your glass and left on the sink just right before disappearing into the bedroom. After a while of overthinking and trying to make yourself fall asleep, the mattress shifted behind you and his cold hand pulled you close. You didn’t move, not even when he kissed your shoulder in an attempt to melt you down a little.

“What’s wrong, love?” He asked in a sweet tone, trailing kisses down your arm, but you brushed it off.

“Not feeling well.” You answered coldly, but his hand was still glued to you, caressing the exposed skin on your arm. As much as you enjoyed it, the way he treated her still hurt you. "Can you… not?"

He didn't understand what you meant, you had never turned down his love, and now as he watched you put your slippers on and walk to the living room to stay away from him, it felt like his world was caving in. Needless to say he followed you like a puppy, watching you groan as you saw his figure blocking the tv screen. "You're gonna tell me what's wrong. Now." 

He stood with his weight on one hip and his arms were crossed in front of his body, waiting for you to open up. "I think I need some time, Simon."

"Time f' what?" He watched as you turned your head away, hiding your tears from him, and immediately kneeled down in front of you and cupped your face with his large hands. "Love, what are you saying?"

"You deserve someone who understands what you do." A wave of insecurities hit you like a bucket full of cold water, and frowned at how you started to sob uncontrollably.

"Sweetheart, is this about my teammate?" He asked, eyes going soft at you as you nodded. "I can't believe you think I like her. I mean, not in that way, she's just my teammate, nothing more." He took a seat next to you, pulling you onto his lap so you straddled him. "She's new to the team, I saved her ass from getting killed once and she thinks she owes me something. That's why she's closer to me, love, that's all, I promise. You can ask Price, Gaz, Soap, anyone. I love you and only you."

"You do?" You finally talked, wiping away the tears on your cheeks. He smiled at you, pulling you closer and kissing your jaw.

"I do." He kissed your neck and your collarbone before pulling you into a warm kiss. "You look hot when you're jealous." 

He smirked in between kisses, his hands roaming your back and keeping you close to him. He never meant to hurt you in any way, so seeing you crying because of him broke his heart, he loved you too much to fuck things up. And as you felt warm towards him again, he knew he didn't lose you.

[vmpiires]

„𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆”

: ̗̀➛ 18+ CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, lil bit of sex, nun too heavy. teasing, some whimpering, dom!reader. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; separuhpuding. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 3.1K

: ̗̀➛ plot aspects inspired by;; @selfishdoll (good ass writer,, i recommend)

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; ngllll i was writing the smut in gym class. i was INTO it. but its nothing heavy…just a lil nasty nasty 🌚 this was my first time writing for choso BUT THIS MAN SO FINE. i hope ya enjoy ittttt

you and choso were roommates. it wasn’t surprising. you both went to the same college, you were good friends. nothing was wrong with that. but you were wondering what went wrong…why the two of you drifted apart.

“morning, choso!” you beamed at the 5’11 male sitting on the couch, his violet irises looking intently at his paper, loosely holding the pencil between his fingers. “Smoke Break-Dance” by JID played quietly on the speaker beside the tv, you noticed. you smiled a bit. choso must’ve been picking up on your music taste…or it was conveniently playing and he didn’t realize.

the male finally glanced up at you, registering your presence and lifted his hand, replacing actual words.

you plopped down beside him, making the side you sat on sink downward underneath him. his violet irises dragged to their left to look at you.

“whatcha doing?” you smile.

choso could never get over your soft voice and playful attitude. it always made him feel like he was doing something wrong. was he too boring? was it the fact that he hardly had any energy to do anything at all and he just laid around majority of the day? he didn’t know himself.

“writing…” he said quietly. “writing a poem…”

a couple months into your junior year of college was when he told you he loved you. he couldn’t explain himself but that’s what he was feeling all that time you stayed with him.

when you came around, he had a weird feeling in his chest when he saw you.

‘this body is betraying me’ he thought. he thought it was odd to be feeling this way about a human. a woman at that.

choso was a bit possessive of you. he enjoyed your company but grimaced at the men that came into your vicinity. the male watched from a distance, swallowing his urge to burst into a fit of rage but it would completely ruin his calm image.

“it’s fine,” yuji shrugged, waving his hand at his big brother, “that’s your girl, of course you’d be upset at another dude talking to her. it’s completely fine. don’t get so aggy.”

choso was happy to have his little brother, yuji there to comfort him when we was too nervous to confront you about the situation. from simple situations like this all the way to why he had an odd feeling between his legs when he kissed you. he didn’t think the rod that hung down in his lower area would be used for more than just using the bathroom….until yuji said so.

your “first time” was pretty interesting. it consisted of choso asking you if you were okay or if he was doing it right, to which you replied “yes” each time followed by a moan. you were wondering if he had done this before but you chose not to get into it.

more time goes by and then that’s when you realized that you were drifting apart.

choso was pursuing a career in art. drawing realistic portraits, using his heaven sent abilities to make drawings that looked like davinci had created them.

you were attempting to be a nurse, so you were off campus a lot, spending time at other hospitals to do “hands on” learning. neither of you had much time to talk to each other, though you sent texts back and forth assuring each other that everything was okay.

choso’s pupils retracted, hearing the sudden news of you wanting to break up with him. it was like he was going into shock.

“don’t you understand how much it would hurt me to see you go?” he said, his deep voice breaking. you never heard him sound so broken before. the moment almost made you cry yourself. the male gently took your hands, his sad eyes looking into yours, searching for an answer. but there was nothing.

“Y/N please…” you felt his grip on your hands get a bit tighter. you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with him to refrain from making yourself cry in front of him.

you were gone and that was the end of it. you left your favorite person with his heart hurting, making him feel like he had to throw up. it was like his whole world had went cold, now that you weren’t in it.

two years passed and you haven’t seen choso. you were starting to forget about him. there were some physical features about him that you forgot too…like the way he looked bored all the time or the fact that he always had his hair in two buns and occasionally letting it all the way down.

you went on about your day while choso was probably in his room crying his eyes out, falling into a depression.

you heard a knock at your apartment door. you were confused at first because you weren’t expecting anyone to come over and a select few people knew where you lived. you put on a pair of joggers after walking around in nothing but an oversized hoodie and a pair of ankle socks.

the moment you opened the door, a set of hands clasped onto your waist like a corset and pulled you closer to the owner of those said hands. you were pulled into a really tight hug.

you melted in this person’s arms. their touch, the way they smelled, their warmth…you missed it. your arms wrapped around them, returning that hug. you could feel your scleras burning as tears began to form in your eyes.

memories of choso flooded back into your mind like a tsunami consuming an entire city. salty lines of tears slid down your cheeks and you held the male a bit tighter than he was holding you.

“i’m so sorry, cho.” you cried. “i didn’t mean to hurt you the way i did. i didn’t know what i was doing and—”

you were immediately cut off by a kiss. you had a storm of emotions swirling through your body, your eyes traveled up to the male after he pulled away from you.

a tired smile was flashed at you before you heard him say something just above a whisper, his deep voice startling you a bit.

you forgot about that.

“don’t apologize.”

“but i left you alone for so long. you aren’t upset? you not feeling some type of way about me?” your voice shaking from your recent crying.

“no, i’m not angry.” choso said, his hand sliding down your arm to hold yours. “it’s been two years…and i waited until you were ready.”

“i was told that i should be patient and i shouldn’t try to hold you back.” he added but his words only made you cry even more. he waited for you? he could’ve found so many other women and he waited two years for you?

“why did you wait? you could’ve found someone else to replace me, you know that?”

the violet eyed male just shrugged. “loyalty. if you needed a century, i’ll wait for you.” choso’s loyalty was that of a dog waiting for its owner to return after being gone for hours on end.

having nine other brothers, choso knew what loyalty was and it was something he valued heavily. but most importantly, he valued you. your safety. everything.

“good job, cho!” yuji grinned as he threw his arm around the taller male’s waist. choso’s head swung around, his hair flowing with him and looked at the other, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“i knew you could do it.” he continued.

“why are you even here…?” choso queried, putting on his awkward smile. you just watched with a smile on your face as the pair of brothers chattered until it faded into playful bickering.

later that day, you and choso were at your apartment, in your bedroom relaxing after yuji convinced the two of you to hang out with him for the day. choso was reading a book called “The Art of War”. you enjoyed when he read aloud to you. even though you were getting a bit bored, you didn’t wanna tell him that.

you were getting impatient. needy even. you missed being so close to him and being touched by his hands that looked two times the size of yours. abruptly, the book closes before choso would kiss you passionately as if something had possessed him. his lips were pressing against yours. he didn't say anything, his breath was heavy. everything was blurry to him.

choso held you tight against him, his hands moving to caress your waist. he was no longer thinking straight. he kept kissing you. he was drunk off of the feeling. but he cared about your lips. they were soft and plushy. he couldn’t even remember the last time he felt something as good as this.

soon, his hands moved to your neck. he caressed your throat, tenderly. his head was swimming, filled only by the feelings he had for you. kissing turned into biting, and biting turned into licking, and licking turned into kissing again. his lips were everywhere on your body. all he wanted was you.

there was no talking anymore. only the sound of the two of you breathing. you were breathing fast, filled with excitement. the way choso was looking at you was driving you crazy. he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

he was caressing you from top to bottom, his lips kissing every part of you. it was...perfect. he was yours, you were his. it made sense. what else did you need?

“you're so beautiful..." he whispered. “...so perfect.”

you felt his bare chest against yours. his body was hot. it felt incredible. you were lost in the pleasure, and there was no returning. it was too late to stop. choso wanted you and you wanted him. It was too good to be true. his hands were touching you everywhere, teasing you, making your blood pump faster, making you moan.

he made you moan loudly. his lips and tongue were everywhere. your whole body was shaking. everything felt amazing. every sensation was magnified by a hundred. the smell of his skin, his voice, his moans in your ear...it made you feel like you were going to go insane.

the male was holding both of your wrists. he was looking at you with lust. he didn't care about anything else. you were feeling so good you were unable to think anymore. your heart was pumping like crazy, your legs were shaking.

he kissed your neck, your collarbone, your breasts. his hands were everywhere on your body. he wanted you badly. he couldn't control himself. he was all over you. he didn't care if it was a little dirty. his hands were exploring every inch of your body, making you moan and scream loudly.

he took off your clothes while his eyes kept scanning your body. soon, you were both naked. you looked at each other's body with lust and excitement. you knew how right this was. nothing else mattered. all of your senses were focused on this moment.

the room was flooded with the sound of both your moans and your breathing. your body was hot, your mind was fuzzy. you were not yourself anymore. you were a different being, full of sensuality.

choso was looming over you now, looking down at you with burning passion in his eyes. he was holding your wrists tightly and staring at you, his muscles twitching, as if he was imagining what he'd do to you. you could feel his breath on your neck, your collarbone... you could smell him.

his fingers were kneading your skin, his hands were sliding all over your body. he wanted to possess you. he was devouring you, slowly, passionately, thoroughly. his hands were feeling you, exploring you, learning you. he was learning how your body was shaped all over again, to better pleasure you.

he was slowly moving his tongue against your thighs now, kissing his way up your body. your heart was beating faster and faster. you could hardly breathe. he was taking his time, but he wasn't playing games with you. he wanted you to enjoy this.

he was caressing your inner thighs, kissing them, licking them, making your legs shake. you couldn't remain silent anymore. you were overwhelmed by desire. he was in control, controlling you in the most delicate way possible, making you surrender to his will.

you began reaching down to choso’s lower area, gently caressing the length that he had been hiding from her. you bit your lip as you stared in awe and pure excitement.

he had no words. his lips were quivering as he stared at you. he was feeling you, feeling your desire. he wasn't thinking about anything else in this moment. he was in awe, in total disbelief. he was breathing furiously as he looked at your hand, moving slowly down.

he closed his eyes, unable to bear the intensity of the situation. a moment later, he opened his eyes, staring at you. his expression was intense. his face was flushed. he wasn't saying anything. all he could do was stare at your hand, moving so slowly up and down...

you moved your hand away for a moment, teasing your partner. choso couldn't help but moan loudly, feeling his heart pound so aggressively. he was addicted to your touch.

he looked at your face, still flushed, wanting to see you enjoying this moment as much as he was. your hand was moving up and down again, so slowly and... so seductively. it was too much for him, but you weren't stopping. you wanted to see him beg.

he could feel it. he was so close to the edge. his whole body was shaking, his breath was rapid. he was holding his breath, unable to control himself. It was taking so long, it was too much for him. he wanted you so badly, and you were making him wait. and you were enjoying it all.

he was so desperate, so hot, so ready to explode any second now. he was looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Y/N... i can't... anymore..." you heard choso mumble.

your eyes narrowed. he was yours, and you were in control. you were loving every second of it. you put your hand back on him and looked at him with a mischievous smile.

“wait a little bit more,” you said, still keeping your hand moving up and down. your free hand went to his mouth to stop him from talking. “be a good boy for me.” you added, with a sultry voice.

he was almost begging you to stop at this point. you were torturing him, playing with him. you had absolute power over him, and you loved it. you didn't want to give in just yet. you were playing with him, enjoying every second of it. it was such a thrilling feeling. you wanted him to suffer a little longer.

he was holding himself, trying to remain calm. the sensation was getting to his head. it was too much. he was starting to feel weak, his legs were trembling, and his hand was shaking.

he was shaking. he tried to move, to get away from your hand, but you were stronger. you held him tight. you were making him wait for your final touch, making him beg for it. he was so vulnerable, so at your mercy.

he was losing control, not able to think, not able to say anything. his breath was racing, his body was shaking, his mind was empty. all he could feel was you. your hand touching him, teasing him, driving him crazy.

choso was breathing heavily, trying to make sense of what was happening to him. he couldn't take it anymore. he turned his head away, hiding his trembling body. his body felt overwhelmed, so close to the edge.

“i can't... please,” he mumbled, his voice barely understandable through the moan. his eyes were closed tight, his face buried in the pillow.

you felt like the goddess of lust, controlling choso’s mind and body, as if he was a puppet in your hands. his voice, his breath, his body were all yours to control. you had broken him, and you were loving it. your whole body was shaking, just a lot less than his, but you still felt incredibly empowered.

you put your hand down again, but you didn't move it anymore. you kept it on him, looking at his face. “not yet,” you whispered.

choso was breathing fast, staring at you. his eyes were so full of lust, desire and love. he could barely move, his body was so tense, so close to the edge, shaking as if he was about to explode.

you were in complete control of his body and of his mind. you were enjoying this. watching him like this, looking at you, wanting you... it was delicious.

you could do anything you wanted with this weak and sensitive boy. literally anything. you could make him beg, you could make him shout. you could do whatever you wanted with him.

your hand was still touching his body. you kept looking at his face, drinking his expressions of love, lust and desire. you were loving watching him like this, enjoying your power over him.

you moved your free hand up to his face, caressing his cheek. you could feel his breath on your skin. he was trying so hard to remain still, but you could see he was shaking, his body so tense.

“don't move,” you whispered to him, with a provocative smile on your face. “stay still for me, boy.”

his heart was beating so fast. he was saying your name like it was the only thing he knew. he was looking at you, but he could hardly keep his eyes open. tears welled up in his eyes from pleasure. he physically couldn’t handle it but he wanted more of it. how could he resist you? you made him feel so weak in this situation. he felt dizzy. his entire body feeling numb.

soon enough, ropes of white substance spewed from his manhood and he was completely out of breath. choso laid down on top of you and you moved your hand away from him, putting your arms around him.

he’d kiss your lips gently before tucking his head into your neck and closing his eyes.

“i missed you so much.” he said quietly.

“i missed you too.” you replied before your eyes closed, falling asleep after your high died down.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[johnsgunbelt]

Hey love! Forgive me if I'm spamming your ask box because this is second request in one day.

But hey WHAT IF GHOST BROKE UP WITH HIS WOMAN giving her an excuse like - "I'm a ghost and you know it." (I was listening to heartbeat by childish Gambino and the lyrics are behind the inspiration for this ask)

And she's reluctant to take him back even though her love for him is undying! (She wants him to realize how much he hurt her by his actions)

Yet, we know if Ghost comes begging for us to take him back, we would. (don't tell my bestie I said this. She'll have my head for this. 🤫)

Angst with a bit of smutty fluff. Please. 🙏🥺🛐

Ex's never stay ex's - Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Pairing: Ex!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Fem!Reader MDNI.

Warnings: Smut-fluff, Oral F receiving,Angst,Little crazy Ghost?, Stalkerish?, Angst-Fluff

Ex!Simon Riley Who broke up with you about 4 months ago, his excuse? Him being a “Ghost” And you knowing the risks it came with. Needless to say you were pissed. But you did miss him dearly.

Ex!Simon Riley Who saw you out at a bar nearly 2 months later after he broke up with you, he approached you seeming to want to catch up. You gave him some small talk here and there. But then he saw your new boyfriend approach you. “Babe! I just wanted to introduce you. This is Simon, my ex. Simon this is Michael. My new boyfriend!” Michael shook Ghost’s hand and nodded as Ghost took up the hint and left.

Ex!Simon Riley Who after that encounter was PISSED. It was only then when he realized how much he missed his sweet girl. And how much he missed your laugh,smile,the way you smelt,the way your nose scrunched when you were mad.

Ex!Simon Riley Who reached out around 2 weeks later asking to meet at a coffee shop. You accepted because it was a public space so he wouldn’t do anything…Right?

Ex!Simon Riley Who proved you wrong. He tried talking about how nice it was to hear your voice and to see you smile after so long. You just rolled your eyes at the comments. And then it felt like a bus had hit you. “I do miss you, please let me prove I can come back sweet girl.” “What..?” You tried looking around the coffee shop for an escape. You ended up having Ghost drive you home after an awkward drive. He passed you a note, he didn’t say to read it but you just took it and got out of the car. Maybe you’d read it or maybe you wouldn’t. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who sends you flowers to your house every week, you couldn’t lie you did enjoy them. But it seemed your boyfriend didn’t. “Babe he sends you flowers isn’t it weird? Isn’t he odd..?” “Oh relax! You know my heart only wants you. Plus they make the kitchen look nice.”

Ex!Simon Riley Who now 4 months later, heard his phone ring. And he knew exactly who it was. Would it be wrong to smirk even a little bit? Maybe. It was just he had known you were gonna look at that paper eventually. And he was glad it was now you decided to finally call.

Ex!Simon Riley Who picked up the phone to intense sobbing. He couldn’t say it then but he was relieved because he knew exactly what this meant. “Si-” “Yeah I know, doors unlocked.” “Thank you.” He heard you hang up the phone. Oh he was so glad he bought a phone that had no contacts on it, just yours when you called. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who heard his door open as he walked over to see you wiping away tears. He held out his arms and you shamefully embraced him. Sobbing into his chest as he soothed you and rubbed your back.

“I just don’t understand how he could do this to me! With my best-friend even.” “Forget that douchebag yeah? You came to my house for a reason. Why are you here?”

Ex!Simon Riley Who tried to hide his smirk when you asked to spend a couple of nights at his house just to be safe from Michael, but it didn’t mean anything. You’d even sleep in the guest room. He agreed and walked off to get you some old pajamas you had forgotten there when you had broken up. You smiled as he handed them to you as you placed your bag down in the guest room and went to the bathroom to change.

Ex!Simon Riley Who hid a tiny little camera outside your window and his front door, you know just in case Michael came around. But right now he was only worried about you. 

Ex!Simon Riley Who couldn’t say he was shocked when you came into his bed late at night, 2:30 A.M. late. “Can I-” “How could I ever decline such an offer.” Then he unwrapped his blanket and patted a spot right next to him as you crawled in and snuggled into his chest. “This doesn’t mean a thing.” “Whatever makes you feel better Lovie.” You paused for a moment as tears began to well in your eyes and you tried to hold them back as you spoke up in a shaky voice. “Why do you care now? Why did you leave me? I loved you, I gave you all I had.” He caressed your cheek and lifted your head to make eye contact. “I was stupid. I should’ve never let you go, I regret that decision everyday. And yeah maybe the flowers were too much but I couldn’t sleep without my sweet girl. I missed you and I still do. Can I make it up to you and then we’ll talk more tomorrow?” You knew exactly what he was asking and you thought about it only for a second but you already knew the answer. “Yeah, I guess so.” He then gently laid you on your back and smiled.

Ex!Simon Riley Who proceeded to talk to you while he ate you like a starved man on their first ever meal they’ve had in weeks. You were a moaning mess and you were gripping onto his arms, definitely leaving marks but he could care less. “M’sorry sweet girl, so sorry.” He was mumbling into your pussy as he felt you get closer and closer to your release. Your legs started to shake. And you felt your orgasm hit you like a train. He licked you clean and made sure you were okay after.

Ex!Simon Riley Who watched you peacefully fall asleep after and cradled you in his arms. He heard your phone ring from the night-stand on your side of the bed. Not wanting to wake you, he picked up the phone knowing all too well who it was. “I saw your location, you bitch! I’m outside right now come outside now we're gonna figure this out you can’t ignore me-” Ghost being the gentleman he was, replaced his body with a pillow not to wake you as he stood outside on his back porch seeing the lights of the car from the front. “Listen, you can tell I’m not who you're trying to reach and if you don’t mind pulling out of our driveway? My girl just came home. I'm not letting her go ever again.” “You fucking freak! I’m not leaving until she comes out here.” “Hm, that sucks.” Ghost went out through the front door as your now ex-boyfriend jumped out of the car hanging up the phone, seemingly wanting to fight Ghost. Needless to say, Ghost beat his ass. The dude ended up blocking your number in front of Ghost and swearing never to come near you or contact you ever again.

Ex!Simon Riley Who placed your phone back on the nightstand after your ex left, he’s taken care of the issue. It was now 6:30 A.M. and you began to stir awake as he slid back into bed. Knuckles all bruised up. Your eyelids began to open as you pressed your face into Ghost. “Simon..Why are your hands bruised up?” “Had a little problem, solved it.” You didn’t press for questions as you began to sit up and check your phone only to see a message from Michael that said he wouldn’t contact you anymore and that he swore never to come near you. Ex!Simon Riley Who won’t tell you why Michael messaged you that but you knew he had something to do with it. Then you put two and two together and it clicked…He came to Ghost’s house and Ghost beat his ass. And in that moment you thought about everything. You were never really happy with Michael, Simon made you happy. And now all that mattered was you were back home. And he was ready to take care of you and care for you. And you couldn’t be more thrilled.

Ex!Simon Riley Who looked down at you as you snuggled up to him again and spoke up. “Maybe me coming here did mean something.” “Hm, did it now?” “Shut up! You wanna have me back or-” “Yes. Is that even a question my sweet girl, you’re my girl and I’ll never lose you again.”

Ex!Simon Riley Who smiled as you got up to go to the bathroom, he picked up his phone and disabled that tracker he had on your old phone, he’d buy you a new one. He just had to make sure his girl was safe for the couple of months after the bar encounter. But you didn’t need to know, he has you back now and that’s all that will ever matter.

AGHHH I adored this ask, I'm so sorry for my brief break I hope this makes up for it...

[http-finnick]

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫

finnick odiar x fem!reader

summary: after the war, your whereabouts are a mystery left with missing next to it. finnicks days are gloomy without his love as jealous friends burden him.

request: hi I love your finnick stories so much!! i really like reading them ♥️ i saw requests are open an was wondering if you could do a finnick x reader where its after the war and he thinks shes dead but later finds out she’s alive and he’s just happy and excited to plan their life together? thank you ♥️

I dont..miss her. it's strange. I- I want her here it's just..I feel like I've lost something..like I'll find it soon. It'll be in arms reach soon, just...wait. that's all. wait.

"you're grieving. It's denial" his head pops up to see a red-headed woman cross her legs, he almost forgot he was saying that all out loud

"she isn't missing, Finnick, she isn't at arms reach. She's dead." Annie moves her hair behind her ear before resting her head on her hand, staring at his expression, for a reaction to her statement

"some shrink you are." he scoffs, he hates how she's talking. she isn't dead. she cant be.

"...finnick" pity. her tone is pitiful and there's nothing he despises more. he struggles to find logic to support his calm as he fumbles from rage

"no body."

"what?" "no body. no proof. she could be alive" now he stares straight at her. her wide brown eyes flashing a sign of annoyance before being coated with a wave of seriousness.

"we went over this. you need to look at the facts-" "I am. no body." now he's getting defense, how could she say that? wheres her hope? she never gives up on anyone why would she give up on you so quickly?

"you called me a shrink. I'm not. I'm a friend and you need to listen to me as that. mourn her. do it now before you hold onto her forever"

.

she's gone. I know that now. I don't talk about her anymore, annie doesn't like the noise. mostly to myself when I want to reminisce on good memories that just end up with me crying in the bathroom like a pathetic wimp. sometimes I think to talk about her to annie but she just tells me to let go of her. but I can't.

the 5 stages of grief. Annie told me about that. is confusion one? I feel confused.

I sit on the island counter as I hear fabric on fabric, it's the dress of annie swiping against itself as she walks in to check on me.

"hey, you okay?" she leans against the wall, fiery red hair longer than ever as she awaits my answer

"uhh, yeah, yeah." brushing it off as I sit up, she isn't satisfied. he knows but it isn't the time.

"wanna talk about it?" seriously? he can? and to think she hated the noise

"it'd be nice" he answered sniffing slightly as he was already getting emotional

"what's the matter?" she sits down and motions for him to do as well, he hesitates, feeling more in control of the situation by standing and looking away, but, he sits.

"uh, I'm really am missing her a lot more" he watched her chew her cheek and he starts to feel claustrophobic. is he a burden? an annoyance to bring up the past? to dwell so heavily?

"what are you hanging onto so much?" her tone is soft but he knows spitfire when he hears it, he smiles and bites his bottom lip, he knew it was too good to be true.

"what?" shes clueless. utterly clueless and he's about to snap

"no it's just, wow."

"..wow?"

"you tell me to mourn but I'm never allowed to!" he smiles while sitting up, completely done. over her bullshit and looking for a fight

"well, mourning isn't clinging onto things fin." she hits right back, ready to get this over with and go to bed.

"what the hell is wrong with you? I- I have no one to fucking talk to!"

"you aren't here when you talk! you are somewhere else living in the past and you can't hear anyone when they tell you the truth!"

"oh- oh so what this truth?" he pushes her, ready for her to say, daring her to.

"that she's dead and you need to get over that." she strikes for the kill and it fucking hurts. he bites his tongue as she scoffs and tries to form a semi-redeemable apology that he knows he just bullshit

"no. I need you to get the fuck out." he waves his hand mindlessly towards the door as he stares at the floor, feeling blood pool into his mouth from biting his tongue a little too hard

.

two of the most important women are gone from his life and he only has a chance with one of them.

he wears dress pants and a button-up with flowers he picked this morning. he needs at least for this to work out.

he slides the bouquet onto the counter and lets his fingers run through his fluffy locks as he opens the fridge, trying to find some drinks they can have together as he scans the empty cold box.

he throws his head back at the sound of the rippling scream of his phone, he can't deal with post-capitol shit right now.

he swings his feet and grabs the telephone off the wall, stating his name and 'hi' as he waits

a woman chimes in on the other line stating herself and her authority as she starts to say things he doesn't really understand, numbers of times and dates, he doesn't do appointments or capitol press anymore

"wait- wait. I'm sorry, what?"

"for ms.l/n, when will you arrive for her?" he drops the phone as his throat closes up. they found her. they found her. they found her.

her body.

pickup. they want me to come to get her. his knees became weak and he slid to the floor, only now hearing her voice asking for him as it dangled next to his shaking body

he grabs it and puts it up to his ear, his voice cracking as he asks what date, time, and location to...pick her up.

he couldn't help but notice the way she talked about 'ms.l/n' in a slight past tense. he wanted confirmation for the longest time but it was bittersweet knowing she was actually gone. no fuck that. it's bitter it hurts like hell. it feels like the day he found out she was gone and panicked looking for her, though this time actually finding a body. he isn't gonna let Annie's "coping 101" infect his brain now. he is in pain. he feels like he is dying.

his love is gone. It's been months of her gone but now she's gone.

the train ride was silent as he just sat there in shock the whole time. he was lucky enough to get one today. he hopes they are wrong, hoping when he walks in it'll be someone else.

he stumbles into the hospital, telling the nurses about the call and about the woman on the other line. they tell him a room number and he floats there without question.

he notices how the room isn't leading to a morgue but rather a patient room. maybe it's full. maybe they found her with other missing troops.

and turns the door and cracks it open, he can't stop himself to shut his eyes tightly as he hopes shes is in a zipped body bag at least

he opens his eyes right when he walks in.

there. it's you. no doubt.

it's you sitting up. you're alive.

"y-y/n?"

"holy shit finnick..you're all dressed up for me?" how, how could you joke at this time? how can you joke at all? you were dead. he thought you died he-

he sprints towards you and hugs you tightly, tears flowing from his eyes as he smells you, feels you, loves you again

"I- I thought you died.."

"me too" you mumble feeling your own tears slip out as he weeps against you. you're safe.

"I love you, I love you so much" he cries out, not daring to pull away from you but you manage to lift him up just enough to be face-to-face with him. you kissed him softly, his lips familiar and warm

"I love you too"

you're thin and bruised. utterly beaten down by nature as your busted lip smiles at him, and he knows no matter how long you were lost you were the same old you deep down.

"let's get married. let's get married and move anywhere you want." he smiles, thinking of living with you in the meadow, alone, just the two of you.

"woah, next you're gonna say let's make a million babies" you giggle, pretending like you weren't about to say the same thing.

"not quite a million my love but close to it" he laughs and you fall into it as well. wiping your tears with your free hand had only now noticed how hard your other hand was gripping his

"I missed your laugh so much" he sniffs, tears still spilling out as he smiles at you

"I missed everything about you so much" you dip back in to kiss him and he goes right to it, hugging you deeply as he thinks about how soon you'll be his wife. soon he'll be your husband and soon you two will have a life. a real one.

an: I hope this is okay! I added Annie drama on accidentally lmao. I hope I didn't pace it weirdly and I hope I was able to catch how Finnick was feeling at least a little well. like he knew deep down she was alive but he was just mourning her absent presence. I hope you guys enjoyed it! mwah, love you so much!

[polkadotpenguin16]

The Five Stages of Grief: Denial

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x female reader

Tags: more angst; language

Word count: 1,871

Previous parts: Prologue

You went from crying on your bathroom floor to your best friend’s kitchen. Floors seemed to be the best place for a mental breakdown. Your friend wasn’t much of a drinker, but she did have a couple boxes of white wine meant for cooking. She said this was a much better use.

It did the trick.

You couldn’t believe you just walked away from Sonny like that. But you felt like you had no other options. You’ve spent far too long in relationships, both romantic and platonic, being someone’s second choice. Waiting for them to choose you. You couldn’t do it again.

“And he just stood there trying to explain why he just HAD to help AMANDA tonight.” You were retelling the night’s events, a little tipsy from the shitty wine. “How could he think that was okay? Spending all night at some other woman’s house?! How can someone be so smart, and so cute, and so…fucking stupid?”

“Probably all that hair gel,” she suggested nonchalantly. “Too thick to let any commonsense in.”

That made you snort through your nose. She was always good at making heavy situations feel lighter.

“I’m really sorry, girlfriend. You deserve better.” She tenderly rubbed your shoulder, trying to soothe your broken heart. “But you know Sonny. He’s a little…thick…but he’s got a big heart. He just wants to help everyone. That’s why you fell in love with him, remember? Sonny the Superman?”

“Whatever.” You took another swig from the box. “It’s probably better this way.”

“Hey, now, you don’t mean that—”

“I DO mean that! I was never good enough for him!” You were getting animated, spilling wine everywhere. “You’re right—he’s Superman. He needs to be with somebody just as super. Someone he can fight crimes with. Or talk about his lawyer-y stuff with who actually understands him. I mean, who knows what the hell he’s talking about? He should come with a translator. And build a perfect life with them. Y’know, the two-and-a-half kids, a dog, and the white picket fence and shit!”

You started crying again. How did you have any tears left? “He deserves the best. And she’s it! Hell, he’s probably been in love with her since they met. Why he settled for a nobody like me in the first place, I’ll never know. I’m no superhero. My power is organizing spreadsheets and tripping over my own feet. He could have Wonder Woman. Why would he want to be stuck with…whoever the fuck Superman’s lame girlfriend is!”

Your friend was quiet, letting you vent and trying to find the right words. “I know it seems that way right now.” She softens her voice, forcing you to listen more intently to hear her. “That this is all doom and gloom. Just give it time. Have some grace. His love is genuine, and he never considered it settling. You’ll work everything out.”

Resting your head against the refrigerator, you sighed. “I don’t think this can be fixed, girl. Maybe…maybe it shouldn’t be.”

She leaned in for a hug, wrapping you tightly in her embrace. You sob into her shoulder, deeply leaning into her for support. You sat silently for a while, the same thought echoing over and over in your mind.

Maybe it’s better this way…

Sonny was brought out of his trance by his alarm buzzing. He hadn’t slept at all. He just kept replaying what happened last night. It was in crystal clear high-definition in his head. How heartbroken you were. How hurt you were.

Then you just disappeared.

He hoped you’d text him when you got to your friend’s place like he asked. For his peace of mind and a sign that you didn’t completely hate him. Anxiously staring at his phone for much longer than he knew it would take you to get there, it felt like his heart was going to erupt from his chest. The list of horrific things that could’ve happened to you was getting too long. Desperate, Sonny texted your friend. He just had to know where you were. It wasn’t until after 2 in the morning that he got a reply.

Yeah she’s here.

Well, at least he knew you were safe. Still uneasy, he dared to ask if you were okay. Deep down, he already knew the answer, and it was reinforced by her response.

You think she’d be here if she was okay? Give her some time. When she’s ready, you better fix this mess you made.

This disconnect was torturing him. He wanted to fix things now. But your friend was right. He resigned himself to waiting until you came back later.

He tries his best to put himself together and heads to the precinct. Dragging his feet, he stumbled into the bullpen.

“You get hit by a bus on the way?” Rollins immediately noticed his haggard appearance. “You look like crap.”

“Good morning to you, too,” he muttered sitting at his desk, head in his hands, trying to collect himself.

“What, your girlfriend kick you out or something?” Fin joked from his seat.

“Actually, she left last night.”

“Wait, really?” Rollins was surprised to hear this. He made the two of you sound like a fairytale love story. You were his favorite topic and would bring you up in every conversation he could. She wondered what could have changed.

Fin glared at him suspiciously. “Whaddya do?”

Sonny took a deep breath. “I, uh, forgot about our date last night, and I, sorta…stood her up.” He was mentally kicking himself for being such a moron. The guilt made his stomach churn and his head throb.

“Dude...” Fin sat back in his chair and leered.

“I know, I know. I was helping Rollins, and I just—I spaced it. She packed a bag and went to stay with her friend.”

“That’s a bit of an overreaction, don’t you think?” Rollins tilted her head back and forth as she weighed out his actions. “But I get why she’d be upset. You should’ve told me you had plans, Carisi.”

Sonny buried his face deeper into his hands, feeling even guiltier.

“Stood her up? She ain’t ever gonna forget that, man,’” Fin remarked, rubbing salt into his wounds.

“But it’s gonna be fine.” Sonny sat up with a newfound determination. “We’ll talk tonight when she gets back. I’ll beg for forgiveness, and it’ll all work out.”

Rollins looked at him skeptically. “You sure about that?”

“Of course, I’m sure!” He huffed, astonished she would even ask. “Couples fight, it’s natural. They kiss, they make up, and things go back to how they were.”

“Most fights don’t include the girl leaving in the middle of the night,” Fin pointed out.

“She just—she needed some time to cool down.” You’ve always been able to resolve your arguments. They’d never been this intense before, but Sonny was confident this was all going to blow over. “She’s gonna come home and we’ll talk. I’m gonna fix this, and this will all have been a horrible dream.”

“If you say so.” Sounding unconvinced, she returned to her laptop.

Luckily, it was a slow day at the station. A rarity as of late. Sonny busted his hump finishing all his paperwork so he could ask Benson if he could head out early.

“Leaving so soon?” Rollins questioned as he put on his coat.

“Gotta run to the store and grab some things for dinner. I want everything to be perfect when she gets back.”

“I’d be picking up some flowers if I were you,” Fin advised as he sipped his coffee.

“That too—the whole nine yards.”

“Well, best of luck to you,” she hollered as he sprinted toward the elevator.

He went to the store and picked up everything to make chicken marsala. It was the first dish he ever cooked for you. He bought extra ingredients so he would have enough leftovers for you to have lunch for work tomorrow.

He swung by the flower stand to pick up a bouquet of sunflowers—your favorites. He planned out his apology in his head on the way back. Thinking of all the ways he messed up and how he would rectify them.

When he got home, he called out to you, but didn’t hear a response. Setting the bags down, he looked around the apartment to see that you weren’t home yet. Concerned, he checked his watch. It was a little early. You were probably still at work. He unpacked the groceries and started preparing dinner.

After washing the produce and still no sign of you, worry started to creep in. He knew you needed some space last night, but surely, you’d come back soon. He was positive you missed him as much as he missed you. So, he decided to send you a text.

Hey doll, what time are you coming home? Getting dinner on the stove and want it to be ready when you get back.

There was no answer. Five minutes turned into ten. He chopped up the mushrooms and garlic and let them sauté in the pan before checking his phone. There was still nothing. He opened a bottle of beer to help settle his nerves. It was half-way gone when he checked again.

Still, nothing.

Not wanting to panic yet, he texted you again.

I’m sorry about last night. I really need to talk to you. I miss you.

Several more minutes passed. He could see the messages labeled as “read” on his phone. You just weren’t responding. Skipping past panic and going into full-blown hysteria, he fumbled with his phone trying to call you. He paced around the kitchen anxiously while listening to the phone ring.

Once. Twice. Three times.

He heard the call pick up after the fourth ring. But he couldn’t hear anyone on the other end. “Doll?” He asked hesitantly, wondering if you had actually answered.

He barely heard a whisper, “…yes…”

“Doll, are you okay?! When are you coming home?” He was frantic, talking a mile a minute. “Please come back! I’m really sorry and have to talk to you—I need to explain. We’ve gotta work this out. Just please—I need you to come home!”

You silently wept while listening to him ramble. You wanted to believe this could all be fixed, but your heart was telling you it would be futile. The cycle would just continue. What would happen the next time someone else needed him? Would you be enough?

“I’m sorry…” You were barely able to get your words out. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean you can’t?!” It felt like his whole world was slipping through his fingers. Like water through a sieve. He was unable to stop it or even slow it down. “We have to fix this! Please come home!”

“I love you, but I just…” The line went quiet. He called out your name once, twice, but it was useless.

You were gone.

Sonny had never felt so defeated in his life. Slumping against the counter, he slammed his phone down. His eyes started to feel wet. He stood in the kitchen and quietly cried, taken aback by the fallout of one night. One mistake. One forgotten date.

[lovesuhng]

Loved - Na Jaemin

couple: Jaemin x fem!reader genre: fluff; slightly suggestive; friends to lovers w.c: 1.3k synopsis: You have always been insecure about some things, including your body, but your best friend is going to make you feel like the most beautiful woman and, above all, loved. warnings: The protagonist has some marks on her body like stretch marks and scars, and it is also implied that she is plus-size. a/n: Once again, this idea came to me while I was coming back from college. I wanted to write a story with the protagonist having tattoos, so I used one of my tattoos as inspiration (the tattoo in the photo is mine hehehe), and sorry, I don't know how to write suggestive scenes.

"When are you going to buy a car, Nana?" The day had been as chaotic as possible, and to top it off, you and your friend Jaemin got caught in a sudden rainstorm as you left the university. You had just arrived at your apartment, which was the closest.

"Maybe in about 10 years, if I can get a job. Cars are not cheap!" 

"10 years? That's a long time! But okay, now go and take a shower. Your luck is that I still have your clothes," you said, returning from your room, handing Jaemin a hoodie and sweatpants he had left in your apartment one day. "I'll make something for us to eat. Pasta?"

"It's the only thing you know how to make," Jaemin said, entering your bathroom.

"AND IF YOU COMPLAIN, YOU WON'T EAT!"

While Jaemin showered, you took off your wet clothes, put on a robe (after all, you were going to take a shower as soon as your friend finished, and you couldn't risk catching a cold), put water on the pasta to boil, and started preparing the ingredients for the sauce. Some time later, with the pasta cooking and the sauce being finished, Jaemin came out of the shower and caught your attention. You knew your best friend was very handsome, but the sight of him freshly showered was out of this world, especially because he hadn't put on a shirt. Wet hair, strong arms that you easily imagined around your body, the defined abs from the hours he spent at the gym, the sweatpants slightly lowered, showing the waistband of his underwear. In short, that was a sight that easily made you nervous and disconcerted. Jaemin was also nervous because seeing you in just a robe and wet hair played with a man's imagination.

"I-I'm going to take a shower and be back for us to eat. KEEP AN EYE ON THE PASTA!"

After a warm and relaxing shower, you changed clothes, put a towel on your hair, and went to the kitchen, where you found the table set and your friend waiting for you to have dinner.

"Look at everything being so neat. Ready to get married, huh?"

Jaemin just smiled because deep down, he wanted to repeat this scene with you every night. You spent some time eating and talking, discussing some gossip from the university and Jaemin's internship. After dinner, you convinced him to do a skincare routine, since, with the heavy rain, Jaemin would stay overnight at your apartment, something that happened frequently.

In the bedroom, you were sitting on your bed, where Jaemin was looking for a movie for you both to watch, and you were just lamenting how tired you were.

"I'm so tired that I would do anything not to have to comb this hair. You could do it for me, right?" "Okay."

"What do you mean 'okay'? Are you really going to comb my hair?"

"Aren't you tired? I'll do it for you."

"Man, you're the best! The comb and the cream are on the little table over there."

You were almost regretting letting Jaemin comb your hair. It wasn't that he was bad; on the contrary, he was very careful, applied the cream, and untangled your strands in such a delicate way. The issue was his proximity that made you very nervous. You were practically between his legs, hoping he wouldn't hear your heart beating so fast. When he finished, you made a move to leave, but Jaemin's strong hands embraced your waist, bringing you even closer to him.

"Any problem?" Your voice came out faltering, like a whisper, making him notice your nervousness.

"The only problem is that I can't hide what I feel for you."

You were incredulous at your friend's declaration. You still couldn't understand that Jaemin also felt something for you.

"I fell in love with you the day I saw you running late on the first day of high school." Jaemin stroked your arm gently, as if he were passing a feather over it. The touch was delicate, subtle, and he listed all your qualities. "I love how dedicated you are, I love when you make me laugh, I love when you care, saying that I should go out more or that I should have some tea when you think I'm going to get sick. I love when you cry watching '10 Things I Hate About You' or the end of High School Musical 3. I love every detail about you, including your tattoos, which make you even more beautiful." Then, you felt Jaemin's sweet lips kissing each little heart on your right arm, going up from your shoulder to your neck, giving you shivers. Jaemin turned you around, making you sit on his lap, looked deeply into your eyes, and asked, "Do you feel something for me too?"

You just nodded.

"Baby, I need you to say it to me." He caressed your cheek, maintaining eye contact. "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

"Since the moment I first saw you. I love you, Jaemin."

Jaemin broke the almost nonexistent space and kissed you. A sweet, calm kiss, but eagerly anticipated, happening at the right moment. "I've wanted to do this for so long," Jaemin said between the kisses, making you smile. The kiss became hotter, and you were running out of air. So, he pulled away from your mouth and went straight to your neck, while you closed your eyes, enjoying every touch of Jaemin. That's when you felt Jaemin's hands lifting the black tank top you were wearing. Your biggest insecurity woke up, and you quickly got out of your friend's lap, who didn't understand what had happened.

"What happened, my love?" He blushed at the nickname Jaemin had given you. "Am I going too fast?"

"No! I think we waited too long, the thing is…," you said, pointing to your own body. "You're so handsome, so... attractive." You tried to say it in a funny tone, getting a smile from the man. "And I'm like this... Oh, and there's the fact that I've never done this before." Jaemin understood what you meant, well aware of this insecurity, especially with your body. You always wondered why you couldn't be thinner and compared yourself to other girls, especially when you went to the gym with your friend. Then he got up from the bed and held your hands.

"Don't say that. I know this insecurity has been bothering you for a long time, but know that you don't have to feel that way around me. You're the most beautiful woman there is, and I love every little bit of you. You're damn sexy." This also drew a chuckle from you and made Jaemin approach you once again, putting his hands on your waist. "I just want you to trust me and let me make you the most loved woman in the world."

The smile on your face was the certainty that Jaemin had that you wanted it as much as he did. At that moment, to show that you were ready and more confident, you did something he didn't expect: slowly took off the black tank top you were wearing, almost revealing yourself completely to your best friend. He looked at you in disbelief. He looked at your titties, which, for you, were far from pretty, because they had some stretch marks that made you completely uncomfortable, but that, for Jaemin, made them even more perfect.

“Wow, how beautiful you are and mine.”

Placing your hands on his neck, you just made a request to Jaemin. “Now, prove that you really love me, Na Jaemin.”

He started an even more passionate kiss than you shared before. Jaemin's hands gently caressed your bare back, while you scratched your friend's sculpted abdomen under his shirt.

It was your first time and with someone you had been in love with for a long time, but it was also the first time you felt confident, beautiful. Jaemin has this power over you: to make you feel truly loved.

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky.  I take a seat and listen in on their conversation. 

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer. 

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n -  "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name." 

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight. 

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again. 

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ." 

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face. 

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different,  I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do. 

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear. 

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

[luvrlou]

What Happens in Mykonos Stays in Mykonos

Pairing: Wroetoshaw x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking

Summary: After a drunken night of clubbing Harry and Y/N exchange some intoxicated words.

A/N: Heart eyes for Harry

Word Count: 1.8k

"Harry and Cal are sleeping, and Y/N is watching a movie, I think?" Callum told his camera, this made me look up.

"I'm seeing how close we are to landing," I replied, Callum zooming his camera into me. "We're landing in about an hour and a half."

The man nodded, "we should probably wake up the boys, they'll want drinks before we get off." I agreed, going to wake up the boy on my left, Cal.

"Fuck off Callum!" He groaned, coming to his senses, "oh, hey Y/N!" He smiled seeing it was me waking up.

"Hello Cal," I replied.

"Here, what's this!" He chirped, looking at the drink on my table, "a cheeky malibu and pineapple juice, interesting." He observed, reaching to take a drink.

"Woah there! That's mine!" I replied, grabbing the cup before he could. I swiftly downed the drink, before muttering a snarky, get your own to the lanky boy.

I looked over to the end of the row to see Harry groggily talking to Callum. The plane was separated into rows of four, an aisle splitting them in half. I sat in the window seat, Cal in the seat next to me, Harry and Callum sat in the other side.

Before we knew it the flight attendant was back to cruising up and down the aisle with the drinks trolley. When she reached our row we all gave her a list of drinks, a Guinness for Callum, Malibu and pineapple juice for me, white wine for Cal and a vodka coke for Harry.

Since we were at the back of the plane the woman seemed to have all the time in the world, she handed the boys their drinks. While she handed me mine she spoke, "so what one of these lucky boys is your boyfriend?"

The question caused me to laugh, "none of them, I'm just an old friend!'

"Really?" She seemed extremely shocked by my answer, "I mean you're gorgeous how could they not be all over you!" Her comment made Callum laugh while Harry reddened.

"Awk thank you!" I smiled back at the attendant. She smiled back before walking back up the aisle.

"Did you see Harry's face!" Cal cackled, looking at the embarrassed boy at the end of the row.

"Shut up Cal!" He shouted back, sipping his vodka-infused drink. His clear irritation made me, Cal and Callum laugh between ourselves.

We spent the remaining hour or so on our phones, sparing a few words between the four of us every few minutes.

"This is your captain speaking, we will be touching the ground in about fifteen minutes, the weather is lovely so the landing should be smooth." The strong Scottish accent, which belonged to the captain, boomed over the speakers that lined the sides of the aircraft.

Much to my surprise, getting through the airport was extremely fast, I'm assuming everyone was in need of a cocktail. Luckily our villas were about twenty minutes in a taxi.

"Okay, who wants what villa?" Cal said, as we all arrived in front of the two villas.

"I call dibs on this one!" I shouted, running up to the door of the one on the left, "I saw on Booking.com that this one had a hot tub in it!"

"Oh yeah! I want that!" Callum exclaimed, joining me at the door.

"Okay, Harry and I will take this one," Cal concluded, walking towards the one on the right, Harry following.

Callum and I chose our rooms, despite them being almost exact parallels to each other. Mine had a king-sized bed with white and dark blue bed sheets, and a bathroom attached. It also had a large mirrored wardrobe and a small balcony with a deck chair.

"Y/N! Callum! We're going out soon!" Harry's voice echoed up through the white bricked stairwell.

I could hear Callum run downstairs, "I'll be like twenty minutes!" I shouted down.

I went over to my case looking for something nice to wear, I was thinking of a summer dress of some sort since I've been sweating buckets since I got here. I rummaged through my case, picking out a white lacy dress. I put it on and coated my eyelashes with some mascara and slipped my feet into a pair of wedge sandles.

"Coming!" I yelled as I approached the top of the stairs.

I jogged down the stairs, when I reached the boys they had just finished their cans of beer. "You look lovely Y/N," Harry commented as they all stood up.

"Aw thanks, Harry!" I gushed at the boy in front of me. "Right let us go! I need to get pished!" My statement received cheers from the boys.

We all ventured out of the villa complex and found a club which was about five minutes away. "What does everyone want to drink?" Callum asked.

"A piña colada please," I asked, the boys all asked for one too, sending Callum on his way. "I needed this getaway." I stated.

"Same, London is getting too stressful these days," Cal replied, causing Harry to hum in reply.

We all grinned thirstily when Callum came back with four piña coladas, we all grabbed one.

"To Mykonos, and Harry for suggesting this holiday!" Cal cheered lifting his cocktail. We all clinked glasses and took a sip out of them.

About four cocktails later we got up to leave, I could tell that Harry and Cal were on the tipsy side, surprisingly Callum and I were more on the sober side.

At the next club Cal immediately got up to get tequila shots from the bar, Callum's face was full of regret. "Getting flashbacks to the last time we did shots?" I laughed.

"Fuck off Y/N!" He groaned.

"Shots!" Cal bellowed, returning to the table with a tray of sixteen shots on it.

We all took four each and sat them in front of us. "Last to finish them buys the next round!" I challenged, picking up one of the shots.

I downed mine quickly, taking the next one as soon as the liquid slipped down my throat. "Harry! Drinks are on you!" Callum laughed, pushing him towards the bar.

"We'll all have margaritas, make sure they have limes on them!" Cal ordered.

When Harry returned we all started to drink our margaritas, "Y/N, what are the odds, out of ten, that you'll do body shots off of Harry!" Cal asked.

Harry's complexion instantly grew rosy, "okay." I agreed, waiting for Callum to count us in.

"3.. 2.. 1.." He counted.

"7!" We both shouted.

"Yes!" Cal and Callum shouted in unison, high-fiving each other. "We'll go get salt and a lime!"

"Are you okay with this Harry?" I asked the blonde boy next to me.

"Yeah," he hummed, "it's all a bit of fun, yeah."

When the boys returned they had massive smiles on their faces, Callum with a tub of salt, and Cal with a lime and a tequila shot. "Come here Harry," Callum said to the red-faced boy.

Callum dipped his finger in his margarita and put some salt on it, rubbing the salt and sticking it to Harry's neck. Cal handed him the lime and sat the shot on the table.

"Have fun Y/N!" Cal drunkenly giggled. I made eye contact with the boy and went to lick the salt off his neck. I downed the shot, receiving whistles and cheers from the two boys. Lastly, I took the lime from Harry's mouth.

"Look at Harry!" Callum yelled, making me burst out laughing and remove the lime from my mouth.

"Sorry, Harry," I smiled softly, kissing his cheek chastely.

We got one last round of shots, this time they were Sambuca shots. "Come on, I need some chips," I announced. The boys all hummed i agreement.

Luckily, there was a street food shop down the street from the club we were sitting in.

"Excuse me," Harry asked the man who as behind the counter, "do you guys do just chips?"

"Yes." The man answered.

"Can we have four portions, please," He asked, the man nodded in return.

"Where's Freezy?" I asked, looking for my lanky companion.

As if on cue the blonde boy entered the restaurant, a bottle of white wine in his hand, making me grin wildly.

"God bless you Cal Freezy!" I beam, running over to him, stumbling drunkenly. He handed me the bottle letting me take a swig before snatching it back.

Cal and I sat up at the high window tables, swapping the wine between us, waiting for Callum and Harry to arrive with the chips.

When they came over they chucked the styrofoam boxes of chips down on the table and flung themselves onto the chairs. I smiled when I felt Harry drop his head onto my shoulder.

"You can have the last of the wine," Cal mumbled, handing me the bottle. I quickly downed it before digging into my chips.

"Are we going to head back to the villas after this?" Callum inquired, finishing his chips.

"Nah, I want to stay out!" I argued back.

"I'm going back after," Cal stated, clearly having had too much to drink.

"I'll stay out Y/N!" Harry answered, which made me cheer with happiness and embrace him tightly.

After eating we went our separate ways, Callum and Cal went back to the villa complex. Harry and I went further into the area we were staying, looking for yet another club.

After about 10 minutes of walking, we came across another brightly lit nightclub, we both entered, going straight up to the bar. I ordered a pink gin and Harry ordered a vodka and lemonade.

After drinking both of our drinks we got onto the dance floor. Wrapping my arms around his neck we swayed together to the music, one of his arms draped over my waist.

"You look beautiful tonight Y/N," he mumbled, his face extremely close to mine.

I could feel his hot breath fan over my face. "You're just saying that because you're drunk." I whispered.

"No Y/N, I've always thought this, I think I'm falling in love with you," his drunken voice raved.

I was speechless, the only thing I could think to do was kiss his soft lips. Our mouths tasted of straight alcohol as they fought against each other. When we leaned back he sent me a goofy smile.

"I think I'm falling in love with you too."

"Let's take this back to the villa, yeah?" He asked, leading me off the dance floor.

"Fuck yeah!" I giggled following him out of the venue.

"What.. the.. fuck." Cal's shocked voice echoed through the now lit-up room, I looked up and around the room. It was Harry's room, the flashbacks from the night before started to fill my once hazy memory.

"Oh shit!" I shrieked, waking up Harry, who had an equally shocked expression.

"Fucking hell! Callum will love this!" Cal burst out laughing, cackling as he left the room.

[augustrambles]

Aged up obviously Wendy x fem reader. Wendy had her first time w stan it was just really disappointing, like very rushed, Stan didn’t care abt her, and poor girl didn’t finish. :,) Wendy tells reader, her bsf, abt the experience and reader feels bad and offers so “help”. Lots of foreplay which leads to reader giving wendy gooood head 👍 I’m a sapphic advocate 🫡 get these stinky men outa here

A/N: I LOVE WENDY I LIVE WENDY I LAUGH WENDY I <3 WENDY YES YES GO SAPPHICS GO SAPPHICS GO ❗

listening to lovers rock while writing fanfics >>

wendy testaburger x fem!reader [highschool]

warnings: cheating, nsfw, eating out or cunnilingus however u call it, sheher pronouns, implied misogyny

"you might not be my first time, but i know you'll be my best time."

WENDY TESTABURGER. 3RD person.

bebe looked at wendy with gossip filled eyes. "soo? how did it go with you and stan doing ykwhat?" she smirked, the room filling up with giggles. "...not good." wendy replied. "he didn't really take much care of me. didnt even get to finish actually, he just.. u-used me." she started to tear up.

"sweetheart! how dare that man treat you like that?! piece of shit." [name] went up to hug her while wendy cried, the girls were also comforting wendy with comforting words. "how DARE that asshole just use you? i'm gonna have a serious talk with that dick." bebe said furiously. "yeah same here!!" "me too!"

as the girls left one by one, [name] continued hugging wendy. "darling i'm so sorry that happened to you." she said, wiping wendy's tears while continuing to comfort her. at some point, wendy stopped crying. "it's just.. he was my first time. i wanted it to be special, y-you know?" she stuttered.

"fuck him, wendy. i could totally show you a better time." [name] said, being physically annoyed at stan. "ye- wait what?" wendy said, looking at her best friend. "i said what i said, i could show you a way better time than that dick head!" she said, confidently.

"i-i'd like that." she stuttered, but this time because she was blushing slightly. "r-really? you sure?" [name] looked for reassurance. she nodded. "yeah. i'm too pent up 'cause stan treated me so horribly."

[name] grabbed wendy's cheek, her nails tracing over the other's facial features, she smiled, blushing as wendy saw her with a open-mouthed expression, as if she realized something. [name] then kissed her on the nose, and then on the lips. that moment was so special for the both of them. butterflies flew through eachother's stomach. as their mouths parted, they stood up. "you wanna go upstairs?" wendy asked, blushing still as [name]'s cheeks were also as red as ever. "yeah, sure." she replied.

. . .

as wendy laid on the bed, [name] held her tight. "i promise you, wendy, i'll treat you right." wendy fell at ease with her words. [name] made out with her and they slowly removed their clothing. as the clothes got on the floor, they stopped kissing. on the lips at least, [name] started to kiss wendy's body, whispering praise loud for her to hear. "such a beautiful woman, i'll take care of all your needs, like you deserve it, darling."

she smiled so hard at [name]'s praises. "could i?" [name] asked, looking at wendy while having her face between wendy's thighs. "yeah, do anything you want." wendy smiled, feeling good. [name] started licking wendy's womanhood slowly, feeling nice as she heard wendy feel the pleasure she deserved. [name] felt wendy tugging her hair, she smiled as she continued, going faster.

"mmm.. [name], y-you're so good at this, aah!" she moaned, groping her tits for comfort as her head threw back. [name] smiled at wendy praising her. "g-go faster!" she yelled as she tugged [name]'s hair harder, [name] complied and did as requested.

"i-i'm gonna c-cumm!" she yelled, as [name] didn't stop, resulting in her face being filled with wendy's cum. she started wiping it off and licking it. wendy felt so nice, "hold on, lemme wash my face." [name] said as she walked into the bathroom which was in the bedroom. wendy lifted the blanket to cover herself up, feeling cold due to the air touching her nude body.

[name] walked back in, lying down wendy as well. wendy looked at [name] with a confusing face. "aren't you going to ask for anything..?" she asked. [name] said no with her head. "no, silly. this night is for you, and you only. i wanna focus on your desires, plus i'm fine." she said, as wendy felt tears prick from her eyes. she hugged [name] tightly, as if she would dissapear if she let go. "i love you so much, [name]." she said. [name] kissed her on the head. "i love you more, my love."

[mavrintarou]

Lord Miya Osamu [1]

I really wanted to do this in one part but there's a lot I want to give to Lord Osamu. If you read this on my old account - I changed some stuff. If you're new here, welcome, please also check out the other Lords too while you're at it - I have series for Sakusa, Suna, Kita, Atsumu and now Osamu

Warning: none (this chapter); I present you - teasing Osamu

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“Lord Miya, I heard your twin married? Are you here to scout your future wife?”

Miya Osamu rolled his eyes at the younger man. He clearly did not want to be here at the noble gathering. His parents had forced him to attend, since his twin, Atsumu has gotten married everyone has been putting pressure onto him too to settle down.

“I suppose, but I would prefer to be at home though.” Osamu answered with a forceful smile.

“I’ve caught a few names,” the young man continues to keep talking, as if Osamu wanted him to. He points to the young woman in the dark magenta kimono, “that’s Lady Uchida, the one next to her is Lady Imai and that last one is Lady Murata.”

Osamu looks at those three women who were just named off and showed no source of interests. They were all young woman who he was clearly not going to even bother engaging himself with.

One thing that Osamu has discovered about himself is that he… preferred older woman. He’s found himself staring at women who were older than him and would only be disappointed… when they’re already married.

He excuses himself from this unknown young man when he spotted his old friend, Lord Ojiro Aran.

“Thank goodness you’re here.” Osamu muttered under his breath. “Do they have any food here?”

When his tall friend didn’t respond to him, Osamu followed his gaze straight across to Lady Matsui Saeko, the only and younger sister of Lord Matsui Satoshi of Tokyo.

Osamu had made acquaintances with Lord Matsui a few times at the ochaya-house in Tokyo but besides that, they went their own ways.

Atsumu calls him a stuck-up punk.

From where Osamu was, he could see the pink blush forming on Lady Matsui’s cheeks. “You fancy Lady Matsui?”

Aran breaks the silent flirtation and coughs, “she’s pretty.”

Osamu scoffs, feeling like a third wheel right now. Ojiro Aran is a shy giant amongst the Miya twins. Atsumu holds the flirtation win for the both of them, but Osamu at least had more experiences than Aran.

He patted his giant buddy on the back, “go talk to her then, I’m going to go find the bathroom.”

. .

Osamu walks out of the washroom right when another person crossed his path. Before he could maneuver, they bumped right into his chest. Her audible gasp is enough for Osamu to know it’s a woman but what really determined it was where his hand was touching, her full chest.

He’s had a fair share of woman to know he is a man who is loves women with big breasts.

She takes a step back, glaring before noticing the crest symbol on his kimono – the Miya family crest that many knew of. She uttered an apology and ducked down to hurry around him.

Osamu caught a glimpse of her face but not enough to his liking and catches her wrist, halting her.

He wanted to see her face.

Her eyes narrow at his grip on her wrist before they look up at his with caution. “My apologies, my Lord. I didn’t mean to crash into you.”

“What is your name?” He asked softly. He doesn’t make it a habit to man-handle woman, absolutely hating it when other men do it, but he was merely inquiring her name.

It was a silent pause and she hesitated before sigh, “I am Lady Miyazaki Y/f/n, chaperone of Lady Matsui Saeko.” Her back straightens and she gave him exactly five seconds to let her words sink in.

Osamu’s brow shot up, stunned to hear she is a chaperone. A chaperone to the woman Aran has his eyes on.

His head tilts and he blink a few times, replaying her words. His eyes scan her face, instantly discovering her beauty. Her skin was fair and porcelain like and her hair was in a simple braid that rested on one side of her shoulder.

Confusion is written all over his face, he couldn’t understand how she is a chaperone.

All the chaperones he’s seen are older woman that are widows.

His eyes drop to her attire, it was a solid dark color, unlike the vibrant and beautiful prints like the other women in the main room. Her sleeve… was short, not long…

It clicked inside Osamu’s head…  

She is a widow if she is a chaperone!

His eyes bulge out at her. She looked much too young to be a chaperone… let alone a widow if that’s what she is.

“Chaperone? You look very young to be a chaperone.” He blurted unintentionally.

Her chin tilt upwards and pulls her wrist free, “as far as I am aware, Lord Miya, there is no age nor a certain way a chaperone should look. And to answer you, yes, I am a widow.”

His expression must have given it away. “I’m don’t mean to –"

“It is fine, I can see it on your face, my Lord.” She offers a small smile and bows her head slightly, “I’ll take my leave now, enjoy the rest of your evening.”

. .

Osamu lays in his chamber that night, thoughts running wild to that chaperone.

He ended up staying the whole three hours, just watching as the young chaperone lurked to the side with the other older chaperones. Much older chaperones who made her stick out like a sore thumb.

He would engage in conversations but discreetly continue to glance in her direction. She would occasionally smile and nod her head to whatever the other chaperones were saying to her, and he wanted to badly go and save her – knowing well, she was not interested in whatever they were spewing at her. She did not fit in with the older women.

He engraved her smile into his mind, wishing she turn and smile at him.

He saw her one last time as she stood behind Lady Matsui, waiting for her young lady to finish her conversation with Aran. Osamu steps beside his friend but stared past the young lady to her chaperone who looks at him briefly before lowering her gaze.

“May I see you this week for tea?” Gentleman Aran asked.

“I would love that.” Lady Matsui replied with sparkling eyes. She glances at Osamu and follows his gaze, which was upon her chaperone. “What about you, Lord Miya? Did you meet any future companion tonight?”

Osamu breaks out of his thoughts of trying to get Lady Miyazaki to look at him again. “Ah,” he clears his throat, looking at Aran and Lady Matsui, “yeah, I did but… I think I have my eyes on someone else.”

Aran’s brow hikes at his friend, it made him nervous if Osamu shows any interests in a woman. He might be the calmer twin, but when he has his eyes set on someone or something, he will not stop until he has it. Aran wasn’t blind, he could see the tension between his friend and the chaperone, how they know one another is a mystery to him.

Lady Matsui’s eyes widen, “someone here? Tonight?”

“Correct,” Osamu answered, keeping his eyes on Lady Miyazaki. “I wish to get to know her more.” At that, she looks up to catch his eyes and he smiles.

Osamu tosses and turns, unable to find a peaceful position. His mind wondered to many things. How old is she? How long was she married for before she became a widow? Can she cook? What does she plan to do when Lady Matsui marries?

Like a teenage boy, he couldn’t remember the last time he pinned over a woman like this… or if he ever did pin over a woman to this extent.

His last thoughts before sleep finally took over was, I want to see her again.

. .

Y/n’s ears perked up as she hears Saeko’s say, “oh Lord Miya, you’re here too?”

Looking up her eyes connected with the tall man who comes out from behind Lord Ojiro. “Good evening, Lady Matsui and Lady Miyazaki.”

Y/n bows her head in silent. Since their introduction two times ago, she feels as if there is something up Lord Miya Osamu’s sleeves.

It was unusual for a male who is looking to court to have a tail following him around.

Lord Ojiro sigh, “I hope you don’t mind; I ran into Lord Miya on my way here and he asked to join.”

“Oh, it is fine, perhaps…” Saeko glances at Y/n from the corner of her eyes, “Y/n-san can keep Lord Miya company.”

Y/n turns her head, slightly cocked and looking at Saeko directly in the eyes. “I’m sure Lord Miya will find more interests doing other things than to hang out with an old dowager like –“

“You are not old, my Lady.” Osamu cuts of her off with a charming smile. “If I didn’t know, I would have believed you and Lady Matsui is the same age.”

Saeko lets out a giggle, “Y/n isn’t much older than me, she just likes to act like she is an old lady.” She clapped her hands together, “shall we go down to the night festival?”

. .

“My Lord, you do not need to walk beside me.” Y/n finally addressed, with a quiet tone. After seeing a handful of faces turning in her direction, she needed to clear the air.

They are confused that an unmarried Lord is not only at her side but close to her as well.

When a man has taken interests in a woman, the distance between them shows the desire of closeness of the two.

Y/n has tried to slow her steps, spacing out the distance between them discreetly but Lord Osamu would only close in the distance, smiling down at her innocently.

“What was that?” He shifted himself lower.

She could see the smirk and teasing grin on his face. She cleared her throat, “you do not need to walk beside me. I… I don’t want people to suggest anything about you.”

His eyes scan their surroundings, “tell me who, I’ll talk to them if they have an issue.”

Y/n lets out a soft huff and Osamu’s lips twitched, wanting to smile. “My Lord I do not –“

“Do not fret, Y/n-chan, I’ll make sure no one will speak ill of you.”

She wanted to slap that cheeky grin off his face.

Letting out a deep exhale, she nodded her head and walked ahead without another word. She can feel him trailing behind her.

“Watch out!”

Everything happened so fast, all she could remember was the out-of-control beast running by.

Y/n closed her eyes as she tries to calm her accelerated heart. Her head rests a split second against the soft but firm wall before her eyes shot wide and she looked up.

In the short time that she has gotten to know Lord Miya Osamu, he has always been playful, teasing, and happy. She has yet to see his serious side.

He looks down at her, expression immediately changed. With worried eyes, he asked, “are you okay? That man’s beast is out of control and is going to hurt someone.”

Mesmerized by his soft eyes, Y/n forgotten how it feels to allow a man to look her direction.

Quickly she looked away and pulled away from his arms, clearing her throat. “We should find…” She looks around, “where is Lord Aran? And Lady Saeko?”

. .

It has been twenty minutes since their split and Lord Aran and Lady Matsui is nowhere to be found.

Out of breath, Y/n looks at Lord Miya for assistance when the grin on his face made her narrow her eyes at him. “You…” she points an accusing finger at him, “you’re up to something, aren’t you?”

He raises his hands up in defense, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just as concern as you are… poor… Ojiro… is lost…”

Y/n looks around frustrated. “If I find out you two are… up to something… I will…” she stopped her accusation, remembering who she was talking to. “Help me look for them.”

Osamu hid his amusement; he has never found a frustrated woman so attractive before.

“Y/n!”

Both their heads shot to the right, Osamu heard the sigh of relief and pouted. Though it was not planned, he enjoyed the short-lived alone time with her.

Shaking his head with a small smile on his face, he followed her towards the other couple.

“Where did you guys go?” Y/n asked immediately to Lady Saeko, who glanced up at Osamu for a second.

Osamu winked and looked at Aran who shook his head.

“Where did you guys go?” Lady Saeko asked, “you guys were behind us one second and the next… you guys were gone.”

“This beast got out of control back there and that’s probably where we lost each other,” Y/n answered, “it is late, shall we say good night to Lord Aran and Lord Miya?”

Lady Saeko’s pouted but nodded, “give us a second.”

Y/n nods and she walks towards the tree, giving them space.

Lord Osamu snaps out of the daze and follows Y/n when Aran cleared his voice.

Osamu stood a few feet away from Y/n just watching other couples chat and gaze lovingly at one another. A sudden rush of feelings hit him.

How alone he was.

It wasn’t that the thought never crossed him, he just never thought much about finding a significant other.

Until his twin married, then he realized that he too has reached the age of settling down.

“Lord Miya.”

Turning his head, Y/n stepped closer to him, her hands clasped together. “I… I just want to say I’m sorry about earlier. My accusation towards you.” She bowed her head, “I’m sorry.”

His eyes widen for a split second.

He noticed the pink in her cheek and felt pleased at the tingling feeling within him.

Osamu couldn’t help but blurted, “you can make it up to me?”

He was pushing his luck when he saw her eyes flash and was about to say he was just joking when she quietly responded, “what can I do to make it up to you, my Lord?”

. .

Y/n smiles and nods her head, continuing to peel an apple for the both of them as Saeko talked her ears off about Lord Aran in the main room.

“He’s just so… such a gentleman.” She sighs deeply, “I can’t wait to marry him.”

“Saeko,” Y/n splits the apple in half, hold one half out to her. “Don’t get too carried away now…” Saeko snatches the apple and there’s a look on her face that made Y/n freeze. “What is up with that look?”

“What about Lord Miya Osamu?”

Y/n lets out a scoff, “there is nothing going on between Lord Miya and I.”

Saeko rolls her eye, “it doesn’t look like that…” she scoots closer to the older woman, “do you seriously not see Lord Miya smitten by you? His eyes are only on you the last –“

“Saeko,” Y/n says her name with a warning. “Lord Miya is much too young for me.”

She snorted, muttering “too young.” A brow lifts, “why do you act like that?”

Y/n frown, “act like what?”

“Like you’re not lonely.”

“Because I’m not lonely…”

“That is a lie. You got a taste of love; don’t you miss it?”

Y/n looks away, “I miss your brother. He is the only one I miss.”

“But you must move on, right? Tadashi would have wanted that too?”

“I’m not ready yet… and Lord Miya… he… he is just flirting. It is all a game to him –“

One of the Matsui servant stands at the doorway with a small box. “This just arrived.”

“Who is it for?” Saeko pipped, standing up to reach for the box. She reads the writing on the tag and her face expression changes. Her brows perk up as she looks straight at Y/n, “it’s for you.”

“For me?” Y/n frown, “are you sure?”

Saeko hands it over, “yes, Ms. Miyazaki Y/n.” Her tone made Y/n narrow her eyes and Saeko wink, “from Lord Miya Osamu.”

. .

Lord Aran marries Lady Matsui five weeks later, skipping the tradition of first proposal, then engagement and finally, wedding.

Osamu couldn’t thank his friend enough. Now this made it easier for him to approach and have some privacy with Lady Miyazaki without her pulling the excuse of having to chaperone Lady Matsui.

Osamu had pestered Aran to allow him to tag along on their dates, claiming he is keeping Lady Miyazaki company while he engages with Lady Matsui.

“I’m just going to keep Lady Miyazaki company,” he assured for the many times after Aran giving him a suspicious look.

“She’s just a chaperon, you know?”

“I know.”

“Will your parents be okay with it?”

“We’ll find out when we cross that bridge.”

Osamu attends the wedding ceremony and the first person he searches for is Lady Miyazaki.

Which he found easily. She was beside Lady Matsui and her parents.

As if she could sense him, she looks up catches his eyes.

Osamu winks and steps up to greet the groom and bride. “Congratulations Lord Aran and Lady Aran, wishing you two a graceful life with nothing but love and joy.”

He turns towards the Matsui family and bows before doing the same with the Aran family.

Osamu take his place with his mother and father as guest continues to arrive and greet the groom and bride. His eyes remain on Lady Miyazaki who refuses to look at him throughout the time.

He looked away for one second and when he looks up, she was gone. He excused himself and quickly searched for her knowing she had exit out the door that was closest to her. He catches her turn around the corner and hurries after her.

“Lady Miyazaki,” he calls out perfectly loud and clear, knowing she heard him. “Lady Miya… zaki,” he called again, emphasizing on the Miya part of her surname.

It had dawned on him one night in bed that she already had part of his surname already.

She spins around, and fury is burning in her eyes and Osamu froze in place. Heart beating fast and loud against his chest.

God she’s beautiful mad, he thought to himself.  

She marches towards him, “what do you want?” she grits, no formality.

“I just want to know where you are going,” he answered innocently.

“I don’t know nor care what you are up to, Miya-san but whatever it is, you better stop it right now.”

Osamu’s cock twitched inside of his pants at her calling him Miya-san. If she weren’t so mad at him, he would have begged her to say it one time.

“I just want to talk to you.” He gives her puppy eyes.

“What could you and I possibly talk about?!” She squeezes her eyes shut while inhaling, trying to calm herself. She exhales deeply, “Lord Miya, thank you for the sweets and hair pin you have gifted me, but this has got to stop.” She pinches the bridge of her nose, “I have been far too nice and hoped you would find no interest in me after some time, but it doesn’t seem like it.” She inhales sharply. “I’m only going to tell you this once, you need to refrain from flirting with me, it is not acceptable.”

At each true accusation she made at him, his smile grew bigger. “But you like them, right?”

She was about to strangle him but instead, she spun her heels and walked away.

Osamu sighs softly. He knows he takes his teasing too far sometimes, but he can’t help it when she reacts in a way that makes him want to tease her even more.

She didn’t move very far because he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. Her eyes bulge out, realizing that if anyone walked by this moment it would not look appropriate.

The more she struggled to escape out of his arms the tighter he held onto her.

“Stop. Just listen to me.”

She learned quickly that it was no use fighting or arguing with him and ceased her struggling. “Fine,” she breathes, shutting her eyes and exhaling slowly.

Osamu swallows, this is the closest he’s been to her face, and she looked absolutely stunning. Possibly the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Her eyes open, “what is it –”

He kissed her.

Osamu took advantage and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, letting it touch hers. His grip on her wrists tightens as she tries to free herself.

It only took the next second for her to melt against him, to surrendering to his touch.

He moans when she kisses him back just as eagerly with the same amount of fire.

He backs her against the side of the house, pressing himself against her. He breaks away from her lips, panting for air. She is the same, but her eye slowly open, staring into his.

If he isn’t wrong, she looks as if he just kissed her to heaven.

Her lips slightly ajar, as if silently pleading for more.

And Osamu’s lips hover over hers, silently asking for permission this time.

He is surprised when she tilts her head and kisses him.

And he takes it.

He kisses her passionately and breaks away to trail kisses along her jaw and to her neck, she willingly tilts her head, offering herself. Her soft whimpers are music to his ears, and it drove him crazy. His hand is gripping her kimono tightly, wanting nothing more than to rip it off.

A loud thud startles them, and someone was fumbling around the corner.

Y/n gasp and shoves him away, catching him off guard. He stumbled backwards hitting the railing and flipping over onto the bushes.

. .

He’s been searching for her for the past twenty minutes. After he got himself out of the bush, he got lost trying to find his way back onto the porch to get into the house that he ended climbing over the railings. He went back into the main room, seeing the newly wedded couples but no sign of Y/n.

“’Samu-san, you’re still here?” Aran called, shocked to see his friend whom he thought left.

Osamu, out of breath nods his head, “yeah – I… I just stepped out for a second.”

Lady Matsui, now Lady Aran, motioned her hand for Osamu to come closer. “Where is Y/n?”

“I don’t know, I was going to ask you.” Osamu whispered back.

Osamu remembers the moment Lady Aran confronted him if the someone he referred to was Lady Miyazaki.

He didn’t deny it.

“Lady Miyazaki married my cousin from my mother’s side in Miyagi. They grew up together, but Tadashi had a lifelong illness, and we knew he… he wouldn’t have much time left after he turned eighteen.” She continued explaining that they married young and that she spent the last eight-months by his side. “I believe she truly loved Tadashi but… she still young, she still has a long time to go. She shouldn’t be alone.”

Y/n had refused to move back into her family home. After her husband’s death she continue to live with his family until the Matsui family asked if she would like to be Lady Saeko’s chaperone.

“Many mistaken her as my sister which is why she decided to change her entire wardrobe so everyone would know, she is a married woman and a widow.”

Lady Aran shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “I haven’t seen her for a while now.”

Osamu nods and excuses himself. He walks around the compound searching for her and found no sight of her.

His frustration was beginning to show until sees her crouched down and handing something to three small toddlers. The smile on her face softens and washed away the anxiety in him.

If only she would smile like that towards him.

As he got closer, he sees what she’s handing the children and sticks his hand out, “can I have one too?”

Four pair of eyes look up to him.

The little girl was startled by his stature and dropped her food. Her gaze snaps down at her feet and back up at him and her eyes immediately teared up.  

“Oh, it’s okay,” Y/n assured but the little girl began to cry. She looked up at Osamu with a glare silently saying look what you did.

“Sorry,” he mutters, scratching the back of his head. He watches Y/n tell her she’ll make her a new one and guided the children towards the kitchen.

With no shame, he followed them.  

He watched along with the children as she quickly makes a onigiri replacement and hands it to the little girl, “here you go.”

For the second time, his hand is out, “what about me?”

Lady Miyazaki ignores him until one of the little boys looks between the two adults. “Y/n-chan, he wants one too.”

Osamu’s lips curve, winking at the boy.

A soft sigh escapes her lips, and she begins grabbing ingredients and patting it together before holding it out to him to take. She doesn’t look at him, so Osamu grabs her wrist and takes a bite out of the onigiri from her fingers.

The eyes of the children widen at the two adults.

“What are you doing?” Y/n whispers loud enough for him to hear.

He holds her wrist still and groans while chewing. He plucks the remaining out of her hand. “This is really good.”

One of the children makes a weird noise before turning their heels and the other two followed quietly.

Y/n was about to make a dash for it when Osamu catches her by the elbow. “Hold on,” he chuckles at her death glare.

Her expression changes immediately when she looks at him weirdly.

He stares at her confused. “Is there something on my face?”

She frowns and sighs, “how do you not know you are bleeding on your cheek?”

He was? Osamu reaches to touch his cheek and his finger stained with nothing.

“It’s dried now.” She pulls her elbow out of his grasp and walks around him. Osamu watches quietly as she pulls out box. “Sit,” she orders, pointing to the chair.

His cock twitch inside of his Hakama pants. Immediately, he sits in the chair she pointed to, finishing the rest of the onigiri in one bite. Silently, he watches her rummage through the box of medical supplies.

She pours some water into a metal bowl and dips the gauze in water before standing before him.

Even though he’s sitting down, his face was eye leveled with her breasts.

She tilts his chin gently upward and dabs gauze right below his right eye.

He truly didn’t know this scratch existed and couldn’t be more thankful of it.

If it meant having her touch him, he’d gladly take any scratch anytime and anywhere.

Her touch is gentle, and she is so engrossed that she doesn’t realize that he has pulled her in between his legs and his fingers resting faintly behind her knees.

“Sorry,” she whispers, wiping the dry blood away. Though it was a scrape, she still felt terrible.

She stepped away from him to grab something out of the aid box, Lord Osamu sighed in disappointment but immediately perked up when she steps in between his legs again. She applies an ointment on the scratch and at last, looks down into his eyes. She blinks and steps away, but he holds her still, locking his arm beneath her bottom.

She panics and pushes against his shoulders, but he holds her still. She looks around, seeing no one nearby, “let me go,” she whispered.

“I like you, Lady Miyazaki.” He tells her sincerely. “I am very attracted to you.”

She ignored him, continuing to get out of his hold.

But he wasn’t going to let that happen.

He tightened his hold on her until she submitted.

“Lord Miya, please let me go.” When he doesn’t bulge, she sighs, almost defeatedly. “You cannot like me; I am a widow.”

The smile on his face tells her he didn’t care. “You can do better than that.” When she doesn’t find humor in his comment, he lets out a soft sigh, “I don’t care. I don’t care that you’re a widow or anything else.”

“Well, you should!” she snaps but her eyes soften. “You are a single nobleman; you are still young, and you should not waste your time on me.” Her voice fades, “I’m not fit for you.”

“Look at me.” Slowly, her eyes look down into his. “I get to decide who is fit for me and I know you are.”

“There are many suitable Ladies out there that are better fit for you.” Her eyes drop to his lips, and she remembers how they felt against hers. “Why are you even pursing me, Osamu-san?” her voice was barely a whisper. Her eyes softens as she tells him quietly, “I have already given myself to my late husband, therefore I’m not fit for you even if I wanted to be with you.”

That was all he needed to hear. That she wants to be with him too.

His thumb draws along her jawline. “I don’t care if you are a widow or already given yourself to your late husband.” His thumb runs along her lower lip, “I will accept you as long as you accept me.”

Osamu hated that he could not hear her thoughts nor read her expression.

It was the longest minute of his life, felt like an eternity.

His heart nearly stopped when she nods her head. “If you accept me, then I… accept you too.”

He leaps onto his feet and towers over her small petite body. He tilts her head back and kisses her lips.

Their lips synchronize together, and he smiles when he hears her sharp inhale when nips her lower lip.

Her hands grasp the collars of haori, and she moans softly into his mouth. She hasn’t been kissed like this in almost three years, her body heating up like never before.

They both pull away, catching their breaths.

She feels his heartbeat underneath her palm, beating hard and fast.

For her.

Her eyes meet his and for the first time, she smiles and breaks out into a chuckle.

Osamu’s heart is ready to explode at the sight of her smile.

He opened his mouth to ask her what is funny when a few gasps have them pulling away from each other to look and see the three previous children and a few more different faces. “We are hungry too...”

.

Osamu is beside Y/n making onigiri with her for the four other children that’s waiting patiently for some food.

He peeks at her and nudges her gently, “what are you going to do now that Lady Aran is married now?”

“Sleep in?” She answers after a few seconds.

Osamu smiles like a fool in love, he’s getting flustered with her relaxed persona.

“Remember when… you said you’ll make it up to me…” She raises a brow at him. “May I take you up on that request?”

“Yes, you may.” She answers softly.

“Would I be able to meet you tomorrow evening?”

She looks up at him.  “Where shall I meet you?”

He smiles, dimple appearing on his left cheek, “I will be honor to come fetch you if you need a guide outdoor?”

For the first time in her life, she didn’t hesitate. “I’d like that.”

. .

Though they weren’t going to meet until closer to the evening, Y/n spent the entire day choosing the right outfit.

“You should choose the yellow one.” Spinning around, Y/n is greeted by Lady Matsui, Saeko’s mother. “Are you going out?” She enters her room and slides the door close behind her.

“Yes, aunty.” Y/n answers quietly, turning her body towards the person who has treated her like a daughter than a guest during her entire stay.

“Is this person you’re meeting… Lord Miya Osamu?” She had curiosity written all over her face. When Y/n inhales sharply, the older woman continued to tease her. “I know when a man is in love. I see his eyes on you following you everywhere you go.”

Y/n exhales softly, “yes, it is Lord Osamu.”

“Come here,” she waves her fingers at Y/n to come closer. “Do not punish yourself for thinking you cannot have a second time at love. Tadashi would have wanted you to move on. And you should. There is so much life ahead of you – do not live alone.” A hand pats Y/n’s head in a loving motherly manner. “Though… Lord Osamu… was not who I imagine you go for but… I won’t stop you.”

Y/n looks up, a smile on her lips. “I tried to not be swayed by him, aunty, but I can’t stop my heart.”

“And you shouldn’t.”

Y/n waits outside the Matsui’s gates dressed in a light-yellow kimono.

She had gotten so used to wearing black attires that it felt strange to wear anything else.

“You look wonderful.”

She looks up to see Lord Miya stand a few feet away in a very similar color kimono. He walks over and her mouth curve into a shy smile.

“Ready?”

She nodded and followed beside him.

“I hope you don’t have a curfew?” He inquired softly.

Y/n shook her head, looking up at him and then the night. The night was dark with the brewing clouds that even the moon didn’t have the chance to shine. She frowns, “I hope it doesn’t rain.”

“Don’t jinx it please.”

.

“By the time you think of something to write, your brush would be dried.”

Breakout out of her zone, she looks at Osamu and then the brush between her fingers. “Oh…” She dabs the tip back into the ink. “I’m just having trouble writing a message.”

He smiles, “don’t think too much, just write what comes to you.” He already had his message written and his lantern is lit – ready to launch.

Y/n looks down at her lantern again and her hand begins scribbling.

With you, I’ll be okay.

Osamu smiles as he assists with her lantern.

“Ready?” He holds his lantern as she held hers, she nods and together, they lifted their lanterns, guiding it until it lifts off their hands.

They watched the lanterns float higher and higher.

Osamu’s hand nudged hers before sliding his hand to interlace their fingers. His heart pound loudly as he anticipated she would pull her hand away, but she didn’t.

She squeezed his hand in return, tightening her hold.

.

Osamu thinks he’s dreaming.

Dreaming that Y/n is sitting across from him, belly laughing at his stories about his childhood.

Dreaming that Y/n is smiling at him.

Dreaming that Y/n is giving him this opportunity he never thought would be possible.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” The smile on her face makes Osamu’s heart melt. She reaches a hand out to touch the pouring rain from the window. “It’s raining really hard tonight.”

The rain came down hard and heavy that Osamu and Y/n ran to the nearest shelter that happened to be a local restaurant. They ordered some food and ate waiting for the rain to pass.

Y/n turns to look at Osamu, “is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked for the second time, touching her face. Her cheeks blushing under his intense gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, that’s why.” She looks down at her tea that’s cool now. He angles his head to look at her face that was a darker shade of pink.

Osamu opened his mouth but was interrupted by a man barging into the restaurant, muddy from head to toe. “Help! Help! There’s a mudslide!”

.

Y/n’s knuckles are white from clenching so hard. Osamu had left with the other men to help assist with the mudslide and it’s been over thirty minutes.

She was about to run out there herself when they returned, all muddy.

Osamu was unrecognizable with all the mud smeared on him. He makes his way to her and cracks a smile with his arms open wide. “Hug?”

.

Y/n chewed nervously on her lower lip. She stood by the window waiting for Osamu to return from the bath house.

The heavy rain showed no signs of stopping and they were too far out to make it back home. Due to the high demands, Osamu was only able to rent one room with one futon.

She had changed into the yukata that was provided and taken Osamu’s dirty clothes to clean them.

For the fifth time, she fixed the clothes so they would air dry hopefully by the morning.

Her fingers run across the Miya crest on the collar of his Haori.

“You know you already have half my surname, right?”

She spun around to see Osamu standing against the wall in his yukata, loosely around his frame.

She swallowed and looked away, “I am aware, yes.” She steps away from his clothing and points to the futon, “you can have the futon, my Lord.”

His brows knitted, ”are we back to that again? My Lord?” he mimics. He stands in front of her in a few long strides. “May I ask you, Lady Miya… zaki…” his knuckles graze her jaw. His breath hitched when she leaned into his touch, looking up at him. “At first, you intrigued me to no ends. Your reactions to my teasing only made me want to tease you even more. I never…” An arm wraps around her waist to pull her closer. “I never thought you allow or even let me get close to you like this.” His hand closest to her face tilts her chin upward. His lips near hers, “does it scare you… like it scares me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“I am a hot-blooded man and I’m trying everything in my powers to not forget I am a gentleman, and I should probably sleep outside –“

“I don’t want that…”

The tip of his nose rubs hers, his lips hovering just over hers. “What do you want?” he asked huskily.

Her answer takes him by surprise.

“You.” She pecks his lips. “Just you.”

He allowed her lips to move over his before he pulls back, letting out a frustrated groan. “I didn’t understand why Ojiro was in such a hurry to wed Lady Matsui but…” he knocks his forehead gently with hers. "I think I understand now.” His lips hover over hers and his face grimace of pain, “I will not survive the night until morning if I don’t stay elsewhere.”

“Where do you wish to stay?”

“If I had my way, with you.”

“Then stay with me.”

He lets out a sigh, “I cannot trust myself with you, love.”

She pulls him closer by the collar of his yukata. “I need you.”

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Your local barista / Part 4

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

Thank you so much for your support! I´ll try to post updates every week!

This chapter is quite sad, sorry everyone haha. Look out for future parts ;)

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: fluff, drama, sadness, lack of self-worth

You placed the last fork on the table. Then you looked around the roof terrace to check if everything was set. It was a nice, warm evening. To your left was a small table with the dishes on it. To your right was a large and cozy lounge sofa with a coffee-table in front of it. Your roof terrace wasn´t huge but it had the perfect size to sit around with a few friends and enjoy nice silent nights, just like the one today. You had placed fairylights all over the place, which caused everything to be lit in a warm and cozy light. Some Jazz music was playing in the backround. The pillows and blankets on the sofa waited desperately for someone to finally lay back into them. Maybe tonight you wouldn´t be alone while doing so. Everything seemed perfect so you went back through the door into your kitchen. It smelled amazing in there. The Lasagne was ready to be served and you had already placed the side salad outside. Now you just had to wait for Larissa to arrive. You went to the bathroom to check your fit for the 6th time today. Isaac helped you picking out the perfect outfit yesterday. It was mainly black with some red detail hidden in it, like a few buttons. He wanted it to resemble Larissa´s red lipstick a little bit. You fixed a few hairs poking out when the doorbell rang. "Ok, here I go." You mumbled to yourself. You took a deep breath and opened the door.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of Larissa´s dress. It was tight and black and reached just above her knees. She wore an elegant silver necklace and, of course, she had her red liptick on. Her hair was looking as gorgeous as everyday but this time she had a few sparkly pins in them, that looked like little diamonds when light fell on them. A slight breeze caused you to breathe in her smell. You felt numb. She was the definition of perfection.

"Hello, Darling. You look great! I really love your outfit!" She checked out your outfit for a few seconds with a crooked, sexy grin. "A- And so do you. I mean- Wow! I feel horribly underdressed in my own home!" You still tried to focus and not loose your mind. But the look she gave you combined with her wonderful smell really didn´t make it easy for you. "Thank you y/n. I love hearing that from you." "Trust me, I will never be able to say anything else about your looks." Larissa blushed a little. "Shall we go inside? I´ll give you a house tour." "Oh, yes. I would love that. I was wondering what your home would look like." Larissa stepped inside and you closed the door. "Well, here we go then!" You showed Larissa every room, told her a few stories about yourself when looking at certain photos, and stopped in the kitchen. "Wow, y/n. The food smells amazing! I can´t wait to taste it." She winked at you at the last sentence. "No worries. We will get to eat any minute. But you haven´t seen the highlight of my home yet." You then opened the door that led from the kitchen to your roof terrace. Larissa stepped out and looked around. Her mouth was slightly open and she seemed to love every detail she saw. "Wow." She said, stunned. "This is beautiful. Absolutley beautiful." She walked towards the railing and stroke over it. She seemed to be deep in her thoughts while still admiring her surrounding. You smiled while looking at this perfect picture. Nothing could ever capture the beauty of her. Nothing. You slowly turned back and grabbed the Lasagne from the kitchen counter. You placed it on the table outside and watched Larissa for a few seconds. Then you got up to her, placed a hand on her back while she was watching the sky and said "Common. Let´s eat something." Larissa smiled down at you, full of love. She nodded and the two of you headed back to sit down at the table.

Your dinner was amazing. The food was great, you were really happy with yourself, and the wine Larissa brought was very delicious. You talked about all sorts of things: your families, your childhood, places you would like to travel and work. Larissa told you more about being a shapeshifter and promised you to show you one day. Talking to her was so easy. You could tell both of you got more comfortable around each other and you felt like you could talk about anything. She told you more about Nevermore, her time as a student and what to expect as a teacher, in case you wanted to work there some day. Larissa even told you a bit more about her experience with Normies and other students, when she was younger. How she feared rejection. How she felt like she was never good enough. And how she thought for a long time no-one would like her for who she was, but rather for her abilities. You on the other hand talked about your fears and struggles you went through in your hometown. It was amazing how you could talk for ages without getting bored. Larissa was truly breath-taking. When you were fnished with dessert you both decided to move to the sofa. At first you just sat next to each other, a bit stiff even. But after a while you both relaxed and moved closer to each other. You now sat next to each other, faces just a few centimeters apart and holding hands. You both laughed about a story you´ve told from work. You haven´t felt this happy and relaxed for years and you were enjoying every bit of it. But there was something on your mind you just couldn´t let go. "Larissa?" you asked after a minute of silence. "Hm?" she looked at you with a dreamy smile. Your heart began to race. "Do you remember our car ride?" Larissa took a sip from her redwine. "Of course I do, my Dear." She took another sip and placed the glass on the coffee table. You took a deep breath. "Right. Well, I was wondering... you know, before I got out of the car we talked. And I- I said I liked you." You felt your head getting hot and your palms were getting sweaty. You were very nervous and scared to upset Larissa. She nodded and looked at you with a serious expression on her face. She was waiting for you to continue talking. You swallowed. "You know, after I said it, you said it back and-" "What did I say back?" Larissa looked at you, curious this time. She stroke your hand with her thumb while holding it. "You said you liked me too. And- God, why is this so hard?" You threw your head back and took a few deep breaths. Here goes nothing, you thought to yourself. "Larissa," you looked her deep in the eyes. "Tonight has been wonderful. I love spending time with you. I love seeing you everyday at work. And I really want us to hang out more. I wanted to spent time with you for quite a while actually but I was too scared to ask. You know, since I´m only the barista who serves you coffee every morning. But the last couple of weeks things felt... different. And on the car ride home I couldn´t help but telling you, that I- I- I liked you. And then you even said it back and..." You paused and took another deep breath. "Larissa, what did you mean when you said you would like me?" Larissa stared at you, suprised. "Pardon?" "I just wanted to know what it meant when you said it. How... do you like me? In which way? I kinda... need to know because I really... I just need to know what we are." You breathed heavily. It felt like you just ran a marathon. Larissa said nothing. She had turned her head away from you and watched the sky, which was filled with pink and purple clouds. "Oh," was the only thing that left her mouth. "Well, I guess..." Larissa shifted on her side of the couch. She seemed very nervous. Then she let go of your hand. "I mean, you´re a great person y/n. I love spending time with you. You know, I like you. I see you- You´re-" She didn´t look at you. She looked everywhere but at you. While she did, she played with the necklace around her neck. Her face had turned red. "You´re a great friend. And a great person. You know. That´s why- That´s why I like you."

Up until then you had felt your heart racing. Now it felt like it completely stopped moving at all. The warmth you have felt in your chest the entire evening, no, actually the entire week, was gone. Instead you felt cold. Empty. Numb, but in a different way than usual, when you were around Larissa. Larissa, who was still looking away from you and playing with her necklace. "Oh." It was you who said it this time. Your throat was dry. Your eyes were burning, you could feel them getting wet. "I see." You tried to control your breathing. You felt like crying but you stayed strong. You wouldn´t cry in front of her. You didn´t want to show your weakness. You didn´t want her to know, that she was your weakness, not this time.

You both remained silent. You had moved away from each other. Larissa finished her glass of wine and continued looking into the sky. Her mind seemed to be somewhere else. "I had a great night y/n. But- you know- it´s quite late. I should probably go now." You didn´t look at her. "Sure." You could tell that Larissa looked at you, but you couldn´t meet her eyes. It would be too painful. Then she got up from the sofa and took her glass into the kitchen. You didn´t move. "I already called an Uber," you heard her say. You swallowed. "Good. Yeah, it´s important you get home safe." You swallowed again, closed your eyes, took a deep breath and got up. Be strong, you told yourself. Just for a few minutes. You went into the kitchen and saw Larissa checking her bag in case she forgot anything. You looked at her and forced yourself to smile. She smiled back. A sad and nervous smile, unlike anything you had ever seen from her. You could see her hands shaking as she closed her bag. "My Uber is downstairs." You both just stared at each other. Sad, empty. "Ok." You nodded. "Ok," she said back. Then you both walked out of the kitchen and to the front door. "Be careful," you said to her. Larissa looked at you. She seemed to be hurt. Why on earth would she be hurt?, you asked yourself. "I will," she said. You looked up at her and smiled. But she didn´t turn around. She looked like she wanted to say something but just didn´t know how. Then she reached out her arm. Slowly she moved her right hand towards your left shoulder. The one she touched yesterday when everything was fine. You smelled her scent. You heard her breathe. She was just about to touch your arm when a car honked outside. Larissa pulled back her arm, opened the front door and looked at you one last time. "Thank you," she whispered. You thought you heard her say "Love" under her breath but for sure you just imagined it. You just stood there. You couldn´t move. You heard Larissa getting into the car and then she was gone. The sky was dark. The pink and purple clouds were nowhere to be seen. The wind was cold and you started to shake. What happened? How could something so wonderful turn into something so dark and hurtful? You were sure Larissa liked you back. You felt like a fool. Why? Why would she like you? You knew she could have anyone. Why should she want you? You fooled yourself. Saw signs that didn´t exist. Told yourself into thinking the moments you had were special. In the end she was just nice to her local barista. That´s who you are. A barista, a friend. You weren´t her lover and especially not her love-interest. How could you ever believe that?

You didn´t know how long you stood in your doorway but at some point you just turned around and got to bed. You didn´t bother to brush your teeth or to do the dishes first. Nothing mattered right now. You got out of your clothes and slipped under the blanket. You took a deep breath. And then it hit you. The pain. The embarrasement. The hope. The love. Your tears were hot, your head started to hurt and your eyes burned.

Sure. You weren´t a couple. You didn´t even officially date each other. But you dreamed about it for so long. And then you finally let your feelings get to you. You accepted them, started to flirt with Larissa. You allowed yourself to try to get closer to her, eventhough you were scared about getting rejected. You were so focused on her that you made yourself believe she would not see you as 'just a friend'. But she did.

The night was horrible. You had trouble falling asleep and when you finally did, you woke up after just a couple of hours. At some point you decided to just stay awake, but you didn´t leave the bed. The day was foggy and rainy. The trees outside your bedroom window seemed dark and sad. Just like you. You just layed in your bed and had no motivation to get out. At least you didn´t feel like crying anymore. At this point you felt embarrassed and were scared to meet Larissa on Monday morning. God. Maybe she didn´t recognize how hurt you were? Oh, forget it. You were never good at hiding your feelings. She definelty knows about your feelings, if she didn´t already guess. "I´m so embarrasing, oh my god," you said to yourself, hiding your face in your hands. You decided to check the time. You picked up your phone but the battery was dead. So, you took a look at the clock hanging over the bedroom door. It was 8:20am. You groaned and turned around in your bed. Then you heard the doorbell ring. Screw it, I won´t get up, you thought. Probably just the mail-man anyways. But then the doorbell rang again. And again. And again. This time it rang longer. "God damn it! Who rings a doorbell this often on a Saturday morning? Just leave the stupid parcel at my door!" You got out of the bed, took a quick look into the mirror, put on a black hoodie and opened the front door. It was raining heavily outside and the air was cold. You wanted to say sorry to the mail-man for letting him wait for so long. But it wasn´t the mail-man standing in front of you.