#and i woke up the next morning feeling so angry about the way the rest of the movie wasn’t a bad masterpiece and also felt so empty.

[alexiaugustin]

god nobody understands how fucking happy i was exactly two weeks ago and how much ive been feeling like im never gonna be this happy again ever since

[thebestsetter]

The hear me out cake.

It has been, for the past month, a famous trend on Tik Tok.

And today, it has proven to be the bane of your existence.

"Tsumu, please" You tried to open the door, but it was locked

"No! Don't look at me! I'm too ugly! Hideous!"

"No you're not!" You sighed audibly

"Quit decieving me! I know I am!"

This has been going on for hours now. And you don't know how to put an end to it.

It all started when you were both just chilling on the couch this morning, right after you woke up from a movie night. Atsumu's head was on your chest as he looked over at your phone, watching videos with you as you scrolled through the endless abyss of Tik Tok.

Everything was going fine: with one of your hands massaging his blond locks and the other holding your phone up, he was really starting to get sleepy. This week of training was harsh, after all. This was all he needed: a relaxing weekend with the love of his life.

It was all going fine. Really.

Until it wasn't. Until that damned video appeared on your "for you" page.

"Our hear me out cake!"

Two girl, probably barely above 16, said together while smiling at the camera. A big chocolate cake was seen next to the camera, and they held printed images of characters and celebrities.

Both you and Atsumu already knew about the trend. You're both chronically online, after all. So, you decided to watch the video.

After a while, you were starting to get bored of it. You were going to scroll, but decided against it. You kept watching.

And damn it, you really should have skipped this video. You really should have. It would have spared you of a lot of suffering.

Because the next and last "Hear me out" the girls showed was...

"Atsumu Miya. The volleyball player"

"No way" one of them laughed "No way you're into him"

Oh oh. This is NOT good.

"HUH?" Atsumu jumped off of you, snatching the phone from your hands and rewinding the video to make sure he heard it right.

"Hey, Tsumu! Give me my phone back!" You said, trying to forcefully grab it back yet not managing to. You were no match for a literal athlete, afterall.

"Atsumu Miya. The volleyball player"

"No way. No way you're into--"

"Tsumu..."

"Atsumu Miya. The volleyball player"

"No way. No way--"

"Atsumu."

"Atsumu Miya. The volleyball player"

"No way--"

"Atsumu Miya."

"Atsumu Miya--"

"Atsumu Miya--"

"Atsumu Miya!"

You "stole" your phone back, glaring at him

"You can't just grab people's phone like that! It's disrespectful and..."

Just one look at him made you forget you were even angry at him before.

He looked utterly and undoubtdely heartbroken.

"Tsumu..."

"Be honest" he started, looking at the ground "Do you think I'm ugly? Am I a... hear me out?"

"God, Tsumu, no!" You hugged him tightly "You're beautiful, my love!"

"You don't need to lie to make me feel better!" He pushed you away and dramatically put his hand on his chest. "I know I look like a homeless guy who hasn't taken a shower for the last 3 weeks - no, years!"

"Tsumu, you know that's not true..." You tried to hug him again

"Don't come any closer!" He pushed your arms away "I'm going to isolate myself in my room so no one is infected by my uglyness!"

You would've been hurt if you didn't know your boyfriend.

He looked like a highschool girl who just got rejected by her crush right now, but all he needs is time to calm down. He'll get back to normal soon enough

Except he didn't.

And that's how you found yourself in the position you've been in for 2 endless hours: head against your shared bedroom's door and trying to convince Atsumu to open it.

"Tsumu, open the door, please" You sighed, sitting with your back against the door and waiting for a response, only to be met with silence

"Tsumu, you're not hideous" You heard footsteps approaching you.

"...really?" He said from across the door

Yes! It was working! He was actually listening to you now! You couldn't let this opportunity pass.

"Yes! You're one of the most - scratch that, the most handsome man I've ever met!" You got up, resting your hand against the door "You're beautiful inside and out, I love you and couldn't be prouder to have you as my lovely, amazing and beautiful boyfriend" You smiled, praying to God that this would do. You really just wanted to lay down and cuddle with him.

The door finally cracked open, but not entirely. You could only see one of his eyes peeking through the tiny opening he made

"Say that again" he said, eyes unblinking

"What?"

"Say that last part again" he looked at you, gaze so strong you felt weak "Please"

"I love you?? And I'm proud of having you as my boyfriend??"

"Why do you sound so full of doubt?!"

"I love you." You said, laughing a little "And I'm very proud to have you as my amazing boyfriend."

Maybe this worked! He'll finally open the--

Nevermind. The door was closed yet again.

Not again! What did you do wrong this time? Maybe it's because you were laughing? Well, you'll just have to try again--

"I LOVE YOU TOO!!" Atsumu said, opening the door and literally throwing himself at you.

"AHHH!"

It was so sudden that you crashed to the floor, with him on top of you and your lungs with little to no oxygen. You weren't sure how you were even breathing at this point.

"I love you!" Atsumu said again, resting his head against your boobs in a (hopefully) not perverted way.

"I love you too" you smiled, caressing his hair "Now, why don't we go watch a movie? I missed you! I didn't see you for 2 long, torturous hours!" You said, laughing a little

"Sure!" Atsumu answered, getting up. Then, like a kid who did (or rather, was planning to do) something naughty, he suddenly began to run away

"Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to write a little comment on that video!"

"ATSUMU, NO!" You got up and ran after him.

"ATSUMU YES!" He began to run faster.

You were not able to stop him in time. Again, he was an athlete, afterall.

His PR team had to deal with the media later.

Whatever. It's not like any of these people's opinions on him mattered anyway.

What matters is that you think he's handsome and funny and your lovely boyfriend. And he'll do his damn best to make sure that never changes.

~ I heard we have a new Atsumu fan here! Welcome @someprettyname!!

[kykyonthemoon]

Under The Weather

Zayne came to visit you when you were unwell, and turned out, you were not the only one who needed special care.

── .✦ Zayne x Female Reader|MC

♡︎. Tags: fluff, sweet, soft domestic fluff, tender loving care, established relationship, sickness, seasonal flu and usage of medication.

♡︎. Word count: ~1k

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In a dreaming state, you woke up at midday. The doorbell rang, and you had to force yourself to move your painful, fatigued body. 

Zayne was waiting for you outside. At that moment, you immediately recalled something really important.

You had stood Zayne up.

That Saturday morning was supposed to be your date at the cinema with Zayne. But in the early morning, you had a fever and ultimately fell asleep. You turned to look at the wall clock inside the room and felt even more guilty.

Zayne, though, remained silent. Just by looking at your current state, he could tell why you did not show up at the cinema. The first thing he did after entering your flat was take your temperature.

“S-Sorry, Zayne…” You mumbled while he got you some medication. “But… How was the movie?”

"I don't know." His voice echoed from the kitchen, where he was pouring a cup of water. 

“Huh?… Didn't you watch it?”

Zayne appeared in front of you. In one hand he carried a few pills, and in the other a glass of warm water. He spread both of them in front of you, bending down slightly to be within your reach on the sofa.

“I bought two tickets. If I only used one, the remaining would feel very lonely.”

Despite your feeble grin, it seemed as though a bit more life had been infused into the flower that was your heart.

“Sorry that I made you wait…” You replied after taking the medication. All of a sudden, you could picture Zayne sitting by himself at the cinema, two tickets in hand, soft drinks and popcorn beside him. You were filled with guilt. You felt so guilty. “You can just call me next time, if something like this happens again.”

“I did make a call.”

"Huh? I don't remember receiving any call..." 

You quickly found the phone on the table and turned it on. There were dozens of calls and messages from Zayne with no response. You must have fallen deep asleep, as you did not  know anything. 

Zayne lowered himself in front of you with one knee bent on the floor. He looked up at you, his hand gently ruffled your hair.

“"It's fortunate that you didn't get yourself into any trouble scarier than a fever.”

You grinned. Zayne treated you with gentleness as always. Even when you had stood him up, he did not get angry and came to your place to take care of you. All of a sudden, you were dying to kiss him. Yet when you softly closed your eyes and leaned towards his direction, your nose started to itch, causing you to sneeze violently and collapsing into Zayne instead.

He held you in his arms, caressing your soft hair. Just as you were about to sneeze again, Zayne snatched up a tissue from the table and carefully put it to your nose. Your hair was disheveled and your whole face reddened. You were still in your jammies with snowmen on them. You were so embarrassed to let him see you looking that unkempt. Zayne, though, only gave you a soft stroke on the face, saying that you should rest some more. He would take care of lunch. You drifted off into another dream right after Zayne carried you back to the bedroom.

When you woke up, he had finished preparing porridge and a light meal. Since you still wanted to make it up to Zayne for that movie both of you had missed that morning, you suggested another one at home. You curled up on the sofa, leaning against him. Remembering what he had mentioned during the meal earlier that there had been a seasonal flu epidemic in Linkon recently, you quickly rose up and moved far away from him, all the way to the other side of the sofa. Zayne rolled his eyes at you, wondering why you were acting so strange. 

“I don't want to give Doctor Zayne my flu…” You clarified.

Zayne smiled, shaking his head slightly. He gradually moved towards you until you were both sitting side by side like earlier. 

“I have a strong immune system. I am capable of taking care of you in every way without becoming sick."

Undoubtedly, you took Zayne's word for it and allowed him to look after you for the next few days. However, by the time you recovered, he was the one to get sick.

“I thought Doctor Zayne was so confident about his immune system.” While taking his temperature, you could not resist teasing him more.

Zayne lay on the bed without responding. His nose tip was red from excessive sneezing, and his body was heated from a fever. You took the opportunity to poke his cheek several times. His face reddened even more, and he appeared uneasy while lying still. Doctor Zayne seldom became so submissive and tolerated your bothering him to this extent.

You assisted him in taking his medication and urge him to get more rest.

“You should… go home… I'll be fine again tomorrow…” Zayne said. 

"I'm not leaving. You caught the flu from me, didn't you? It is now my responsibility to take care of you until you fully recover!"

Zayne met your determined gaze. He smiled softly. 

“Heal me then, Doc-tor.”

You leaned down, about to kiss him, but Zayne quickly put a hand on his lips to stop you.

“That is... not something we can do right now…”

You grimaced before giving his knuckles a tender kiss. 

"So you have to make it up to me later once you get better, Doctor Zayne," you said.

[atinylittlepain]

Hello there! I was wondering if you would be down to do a Joel smut where he’s a bit insecure about his body (maybe he’s older than the reader? Scars?) but the reader wants to praise him anyway? (Praise kink? Idk how to write smut tbh)

hey! I love this idea, Joel deserves a little TLC for sure :)

All Yours - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader

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Joel has been distancing himself from her, and she's worried he's found someone else. When she discovers the real reason he's been so cold, she shows him just how much she cares for him.

warnings | 18+ SMUT, angst, age gap, insecure!Joel :(( but then fluff yay

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Joel Miller is acting strange, and it’s starting to freak her out. It had started out subtle, since they had settled in Jackson. They had never before had the luxury of sex that wasn’t fully clothed, frantic, one eye always checking for danger. But now, with a whole bed to themselves, Joel still refused to undress, instead overwhelming her with affection, his loose belt buckle and the buttons of his flannel shirts digging into her bare skin as he fucked her. She didn’t make anything of it at first, but after two months of it continuing, she was starting to get frustrated. 

Her frustration bloomed into worry when it began to escalate, Joel pulling away altogether. He started picking up odd hours for patrol shifts, coming home so late she’d barely feel him slipping into bed, long pulled under by sleep. And by the time she woke up in the morning, he’d already be gone. He was never around, she and Ellie had even started to grimly joke that the old man was always “away on business,” but really, her heart was starting to break the longer it went on. 

She is starting to resign herself to the reality that maybe Joel has gotten tired of her. After all, the only thing that had brought them together was the forced closeness of hauling Ellie across the country, and now that they’re settled in a town with plenty of pretty women – women closer to his own age, her mind cruelly adds – she can’t blame him for not wanting to be tied down. 

She feels listless in this limbo he keeps her in. He hasn’t really touched her in weeks, but he still hasn’t said anything. When he does come home and leaves a faint kiss on her forehead, she almost wishes he’d just put her out of her misery already, tell her that it’s over, that he’s letting her go, that there’s someone else. Almost. But the truth is, she loves him, probably too much for her own good. She’s not sure if she could ever let go, and it makes her angry as hell. 

Letting go starts to feel like a possibility during her next patrol shift. She has been partnered up with a young man named Mason. He’s funny and friendly, a warm smile with dimples that could’ve landed him on the front page of a magazine back before. And he seems to like her, lobbing fluffy compliments and jokes her way, brushing touches to her arms. 

When they get back to town that afternoon, he helps her dismount, firm hands on her hips that linger as she hops down. They share a small smile as Mason walks away, but hers quickly dissolves when she turns around and sees Joel fixing her with a look that she can’t quite place, his eyes squinting, lips pursed. Before she can move toward him, he’s already turning heel and sauntering off, another piece of her heart cracking at the sight.

…

She stays at the stables, helping out for the rest of the afternoon, her mind a haze as it replays Joel’s steely expression. She figures he won’t be home by the time she gets back to their place, and she tiredly trudges upstairs in need of a shower and another hard night of sleep. It’s such a shock to see him sitting on the edge of their bed that she actually lets out a yelp when she walks into their room, his head whipping up to look at her.

“Wha– what’re you doing home? Don’t you have a shift?” Joel huffs at her question, his chest puffing up a little as he furrows his brow at her.

“Why? You bringing Mason home?” It’s like a punch to her gut, and all she can do is let out a breathy laugh of disbelief.

“Oh no. You don’t get to do that, Joel.”

“Do what?”

“Be jealous – over nothing, I might add – not after you haven’t so much as looked at me in months.” He presses his lips into a thin line, his eyes darting away from hers, making her sigh.

“Joel– would you just talk to me, please? I feel like– like you don’t want me anymore.” His eyes flash to hers at that.

“You know that’s not true.” She huffs.

“Do I? It’s kinda hard to believe anything else. You barely talk to me anymore. And I can only hang around so long when it’s clear you’re no longer looking my way.”  He gets up and takes one stride to stand in front of her. His hands flex by his sides and she wills him to just reach out, but when he doesn’t, she lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Christ, you’re making it pretty obvious, Joel. You won’t even touch me. I just– I can’t–” He finally reaches out, his hands cupping her jaw, effectively silencing her. She curls her own hands around his wrists as he stares at her.

“That’s not what this is about. I’m not– I always want you. Don’t want anyone else.” She huffs, her heart still kicking up at his words.

“Then what, Joel? Just tell me what it is, please.” He sighs, his eyes flickering down to her lips for just a beat before he’s pulling away from her to sit back down on the edge of the bed. She follows suit, the outside of their thighs pressing firmly against each other where they sit. When he speaks again, his voice is much quieter, hoarser.

“I don’t want you to be stuck with me.” Her head whips to the side to look at him, eyes widened in total confusion.

“What? Why would you even say something like that? It’s ridiculous.” Joel keeps his eyes fixed on his hands in his lap, his voice a low murmur as he speaks.

“It ain’t ridiculous. It’s true. You could have anyone you want in this town, and I’m– well, I’m old, and not what I once was. You don’t deserve to be stuck with me just because we were on the road together. I won’t do that to you.” She can’t believe the words leaving his mouth, and lets out an incredulous scoff. She’s a bit harsh in the way she grasps his jaw, forcing him to look at her.

“Is that seriously what you think? That I’m just stuck with you because we traveled together?” He doesn’t respond, but his silence speaks volumes, making her sigh at the wavering look on his face.

“Joel, I’m with you because I want to be with you. You should know better than most that I’m not one to stick around unless I have good reason to.” He huffs at that, shaking his head in her hold.

“You shouldn’t. Shouldn’t want to be with me. Should be with someone younger, someone better, someone–” She cuts him off with a quick kiss, leaving him with wide eyes and parted lips as she smirks at him.

“Has trying to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do ever worked out for you, Miller?” She sees his throat bob as he continues to stare at her and she can’t help but laugh. Relief floods through her system at the realization that Joel still wants her by his side, followed quickly by a weary adoration for this man who thinks so little of himself. She strokes her thumb along the scruff of his cheek and leans in for another kiss, letting this one deepen until it coaxes a low groan from his throat. She only pulls away when he’s good and breathless, resting her forehead against his.

“The next time you start having stupid ideas about this, about us, you come to me first, huh?” He nods lightly, chest heaving as her other hand splays over his heart.

“Alright– still think you’d be better off with someone else.” She quirks her brow at him, pulling him with her as she stands up. His hands come naturally to rest on her hips as she fixes him in place with a tilted grin. 

“Can I show you what I think about that? About me being better off with someone else?” Joel is quiet, just a hint of a nod, but his hands are quick to grasp her wrists when she starts to work at the buttons of his shirt. She furrows her brow at him and he sighs.

“It’s just– I’m nothing to look at, darlin. A whole lot of scars and– you don’t have to– s’what I’m saying.” She feels her heart drop at his words, the truth finally settling in that this really is how low Joel thinks of himself. She presses kisses into his knuckles where they’re holding onto her wrists.

“I want to. Please let me see you, Joel.” He huffs, muscles still tensed, but he lets go of her wrists to let her continue her work. She could hear a pin drop, it’s so quiet as she undoes the last few buttons, dragging her palms back up to shrug his shirt down his arms, leaving his chest bare before her for the first time. 

She stands still for a moment, her hands hovering over his skin, taking in the sight of him. There are scars littered over his skin, but there’s obvious strength woven with softness in the tan expanses of his torso, and it takes her breath away. He jolts slightly when she finally lays her palms over his chest. She grazes her fingers down his front before dipping back up as she starts to walk around him, hands dragging up over his shoulders to rest on the broad expanse of his back. 

“You’re perfect, Joel Miller. Could look at you all day.” She seals her words with a smear of kisses pressed between his shoulder blades, smiling at the shudder she feels run through him. He grumbles, craning his neck back to catch a glimpse of her.

“Bet you say that to all the boys, huh?” She laughs as she circles back around, leaving her palms splayed over his chest.

“Mm, nope. Just the one.” That earns her a flushed grin from him that she chases after with a hard kiss, their mouths opening to each other as she twines her arms around his neck, pressing in close to his chest. The warmth radiating from him makes her dizzy, a sensation that increases tenfold when he pulls back to coax her out of her own shirt, twining back together in a bare embrace.

She starts to shuffle them backwards until he topples back onto the bed with a small “oof,” taking her along with him as she straddles his thighs. He goes to roll them over, sitting up slightly and squeezing her hips, but she’s quick to press him back down to the bed with her palm in the middle of his chest.

“Uh-uh, Miller. I’m not done looking at you.” He grumbles, but it’s quickly turned into a sigh as she dips down to start leaving open-mouthed kisses across his chest, trailing lower and lower until she’s nosing along the waist of his jeans. Joel reaches out for her, firm palm coaxing her to look up at him.

“You don’t– don’t have to do that.” She huffs, grabbing his wrist and leaning back over him to pin his hand by his head. 

“I want to. If you’ll let me, that is.” He’s looking at her like she’s crazy, pupils blown to make the swimming brown of his eyes look even darker. He finally scrunches his eyes shut, pressing his head back and letting out a breathy curse before looking at her again.

“Jesus christ– you’re asking if I’ll let you? Gonna fucking kill me– can have whatever you want, darlin. S’all yours.” She grins at that, pressing a few light kisses to his lips as she murmurs to him.

“Just relax, baby. Gonna make you feel so good.” With that, she trails back down his torso, nails grazing along his sides until her fingers land on his belt buckle and get to work. He huffs a bit when she gets off the bed entirely to unlace his boots and tug them off his feet. She just shoots him a look as she works.

“Wanna see all of you, Joel. Don’t pout.” He lets out a breathy laugh, shaking his head as he watches her shrug his jeans and boxers all the way off his legs. She’s never gotten him like this before, completely bare in front of her, and clearly under her control. It makes her mind go hazy for a moment, and she steadies herself by running her palms up the muscle of his thighs, kneeling back between his legs. 

His flushed cock has smeared precum across the soft muscle of his belly, and he lets out a harsh sigh when she noses up the vein running along the underside, lips barely brushing the tip. He instinctively reaches for her, trying to thread his fingers through her hair, but she’s quick to catch him and pin his arms back to the bed, something he grunts at so petulantly that she can’t help but laugh.

“You’re teasing me, darlin.” She just smirks, laying a kiss to his pouted lips.

“Patience, Miller. I’m getting there. Just lay back and enjoy it, huh?” Before he can get a reply in, she’s dipping back down to lick a hot stripe up his cock, coaxing a low groan from him.

He’s big enough to make her jaw ache a little as she starts to take him into her mouth, but the sweet sighs and curses he’s letting out are enough encouragement to keep going. She alternates between bobbing down his length and laving her tongue over the tip, and from the way Joel is tugging his hands through his hair as he watches her with a crumpled brow, it seems to be the right combination.

“Fuck, darlin– gotta mouth on you, huh? Taking me so well– fucking christ.” She leans back slightly to spit into her palm, wrapping her hand around the base of him that she can’t quite reach with her mouth. She can’t take her eyes off him, the blooming flush spreading across his chest, the way the quick pink of his tongue keeps darting out to wet his lips, the muscles in his forearms jumping with the way he’s raking his fingers through his hair.

“So pretty like this, Joel. Never wanna stop looking at you.” He grumbles at that, covering his face with his forearm but she lifts up to tug his arm away, holding his chin to get him to look at her even as he huffs.

“Don’t think I’ve ever been called pretty before. That’s a new one.” 

“I mean it. So pretty for me. Just for me, right?” She can see the bob of his throat as he nods in her grip.

“Just for you, darlin. Only for you.” That’s all she wanted to hear, needed to hear, and she presses another chaste kiss to his lips before lowering back between his legs and taking him back into her mouth. 

She can feel his thighs flexing under her palms, a clear sign that he’s getting close coupled with the dissolving string of praises and curses leaving his lips. 

“Fuck– you gotta stop or I’m gonna come.” She barely pulls off him, her lips still brushing his swollen tip as she grins up at him.

“That’s kinda the point, Miller.” She takes him into her mouth as far as she can, gagging lightly when his tip hits the back of her throat. Joel lets out a warbly moan, his voice cracking on a curse as he presses his head back into the sheets. 

It’s not long before he’s tensing up hard, a broken chant of her name leaving his mouth as his warmth starts to pool in her mouth. She doesn’t pull away until the muscles in his thighs have relaxed, holding his hazy stare as she swallows his spend. Joel lets out another curse at the sight, chest still heaving. 

“Never gonna stop replaying that in my head, fuck.” She laughs at his breathy words, crawling over him to lay down in the crook of his arm, her cheek resting over his heart. She lays a kiss between his collar bones before craning her neck up to press her lips to his, pulling away with a sweet smack.

“Are you done acting like a fucking fool now?” He huffs at her smug words, but the crooked smile threatening to spread across his face tells her all she needs to know.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting. Was just trying to give you an out.” She settles back into his chest with his arm wrapped around her, calloused palm brushing along her back.

“Well don’t. If anything, you’re stuck with me, Miller.” A deep laugh rumbles through his chest as he squeezes her a little closer.

“Don’t mind the sound of that, darlin.”

[pipwritesoccasionally]

in sickness and in health

in which you are sick and nanami is a perfect husband!

gender neutral reader this time!

wc: 647

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“(y/n)? hello?” your coworker said, leaning over your desk as you blinked the sound back into your life. 

“hi, yes, sorry. what’s going on?” you asked, looking at her despite the white spots in your vision. you’d been feeling a little bit off that morning, but you didn’t think it was much more than a headache. 

“i’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes. are you sure you’re alright?” she asked, and you waved her off. 

“of course! i probably just slept wrong last night and that’s why i’m so tired.” she nodded skeptically, but left you alone, where you were back to nursing your pounding headache. 

sound was fading in and out, and you felt the pressure behind your eyes building. 

‘i should probably just go get some water,’ you thought, standing up to make your way over to the water fountain, but after your first couple steps, the world started to spin. 

‘shit!’ you thought, and you tried to walk towards the wall, but your body gave out, and the world went dark. 

“someone call nanami!” one of your other coworkers shouted, before you promptly passed out. 

you woke up enveloped in a warm, comfortable scent that you could only recognize as your husband’s. the stretch of throw blankets you’d chosen together was wrapped around your cold body, and you groaned aloud. 

‘what time is it?’ you thought, beginning to get up before two strong hands pushed you back down. 

“sweetheart, you need to rest.” the low rumble of kento’s voice alerted you to his worry, and you blinked your eyes open wearily. 

“kento? why am i home?” you whisper, voice sounding scratchy from disuse and your illness. 

“you passed out at work. i knew there was something up when you were spacing out this morning,” he said, hand reaching out to cup your cheek. his body heat radiated against you, causing you to nuzzle into his palm. 

“i really thought it was just a small headache. i didn’t think it would get this bad,” you reply, but you heard him shake his head. 

“i’m not angry with you. i was just worried when one of your coworkers came yelling for me, but i’m glad it wasn’t something worse.” he smiled lightly, and you felt your chest grow warm. despite being married for years, he still made you feel like a teenager in love. you averted your eyes, trying to hide your embarrassment, but your husband could see right through you. 

“i’m just being honest, darling. i always worry about you because i love you,” your eyes widened, and you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“you can’t just say that without warning!” you exclaim, causing kento to laugh. 

“we’ve been married for years, and i tell you i love you every day.” 

“still! i’m going to start thinking you have a crush on me or something.”

“well this definitely isn’t going to help that,” he replies, holding out a painkiller and some water. 

“have i ever told you that you’re the best husband ever?” you ask, quickly swallowing down the painkiller. 

“on occasion. anyways, you need to get some more rest, so let me know if you need anything.” kento stands up, obviously intending to leave, but you reach out and grab his wrist. he turns, one eyebrow raised in question. 

“can you stay? you’re really warm and your sick spouse wants to cuddle,” you say, slightly tugging his wrist. he sighs exaggeratedly, but moves to get more comfortable clothing on. 

you scooch over as he slides in next to you, already feeling the bed get ten times warmer. you lay against his firm chest, his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep. he places a soft kiss on your head, and you mutter an “i love you too, by the way,” before the falling back into a deep rest once more.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

9: NEW DAWN

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You and Bucky deal with the fallout of the undercover mission.

Word count 3.3k

Warnings: reader coming to terms with Bucky's decision, trying to move forwards, betrayal, more miscommunication, anger, Bucky Barnes acting like a giant tool, Daisy Johnson and Melinda May make an appearance

The next morning you woke early, determined to carry out your plan. Slipping out of the compound, you drove out of the parking garage in one of the convertibles with the top down and wind blowing through your hair. It was freezing cold and you knew it was reckless because it looked like the heavens would open at any minute, but you didn’t care. You arrived at Coulson Academy just as several large raindrops started to fall, and you sniffed slightly from the cold air. Putting the top up, you got out of the car and ran for shelter under the large awning of the Academy entrance.

"Ugh!" You stopped to flick off the water from your jacket.

"Subtle entrance." Melinda May’s voice startled you.

You jumped out of your skin. "Jeez, May! Why do you always have to lurk around?"

"Wasn’t lurking. Just waiting for you."

"How did you know I was coming?"

"I heard about what happened."

"Steve?" you asked.

"Romanoff."

Of course it had been Nat. She knew everything that happened, she knew exactly what you would do. Maybe you ought to have talked to her before leaving.

"Why didn’t you stop me?" you asked.

"Because I knew you needed to make this decision on your own," May replied calmly. "And I knew you would come here eventually."

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. "I don’t know if I’m making the right choice."

May placed a hand on your shoulder. "There is no right choice here. You need to take care of yourself for once, instead of putting everyone else’s needs before yours. Teaching at the Academy is something you would be good at. You have so much to offer, and… I believe in you."

You looked up at her, grateful for her support. She wasn’t one for heart to heart conversations, preferring to ignore her emotions altogether. "Thank you, May. I just wish it didn’t have to end this way with Bucky."

May gave you a knowing look, she knew exactly how you felt without you having to explain it to her. "Sometimes things don’t work out the way we want them to. But that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world. You have a bright future ahead of you, and I'll be there to help you every step of the way."

"Can I stay with you for a while?"

May rolled her eyes, "fine."

You wrapped your arms around her in a quick hug. "You’re the best. I love you."

*

Natasha was waiting for you when you returned, lounging across the hood of one of the Porches, filing her nails.

"Tony won’t be best pleased if he sees you like that."

"I’m not too worried about Tony. I have more important things on my mind."

"Yeah?" you asked, knowing full well where the conversation was going.

"What happened last night?"

"Didn’t Steve tell you?"

"Rogers?" she scoffed. "He has no idea what he’s talking about half the time."

You looked around for signs of anyone nearby. The risk of having someone overhear your conversation was making you feel very uncomfortable. Natasha pulled you into a secluded corner with a view of the rest of the garage and gave you a very pointed look requesting that you spilled the beans. But somehow the words you wanted to choose made the problem seem trivial. So instead of telling her about all the events that had transpired, you kept it simple.

"He chose her. Apparently there isn't enough room in his life for both of us," you shrugged.

"Steve told me what she did." Your gaze snapped to Nat’s face, but her returning expression was angry. "I don’t understand why you didn’t tell him."

"It’s my word against hers, Nat. I have no proof that she took my idea. What am I supposed to say? His reaction last night proves that he doesn’t trust me." You sighed dismally.

"Do you need me to beat some sense into him?"

You smiled sadly at your friend.

"Sweetie, you need to tell him how you feel," she continued.

"I think it’s too late for that. I’ve made my decision."

"I can’t do anything to change your mind?"

"Please Nat," you pleaded. "This is hard enough."

She put her arms around your neck, leaning her forehead against yours. "But I’ll miss you."

"I’ll miss you too." You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug, trying not to let the tears start falling again. Eventually you pulled away, steeling yourself for the next step; telling Steve and Tony about your resignation.

*

As you made your way back into the compound, you caught sight of your best friend in the gym. He was pummeling a punching bag like he wanted to murder it.

You gathered every ounce of courage within you and approached Bucky, desperate to reconcile and recapture the bond you once shared. But as you reached out to touch his arm, he recoiled, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt.

"Bucky, please. I’m sorry. I never meant to make you feel that way-"

"I thought I knew you, but I feel like I don’t know you anymore," he said, his voice laced with sorrow. "I know how you feel about Priya-"

"Buck-"

"I can see it in your face. But I never thought you could be so spiteful."

Your heart, already shattered, fractured further still, and the tears you had held back cascaded down your cheeks. Your friendship, once unbreakable, seemed irretrievable. Bucky turned his back on you, leaving you broken, lost in a sea of regret and longing.

*

After drying your tears, you found Tony and Steve in the common area, deep in conversation. Taking a breath, you approached them, your voice steady but filled with emotion. "Tony, Steve, I need to talk to you both."

Tony looked up, concern etched on his face. "What's wrong, Cricket?"

You hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I... I need to resign from the Avengers."

Tony's eyes widened in surprise. "What? Why?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts before explaining. "I could make up some logistical excuse but you'll both know it's a lie. It's... it's because of Bucky. I can't continue to work alongside him knowing how I feel and knowing that he's with someone else. It's too painful for me."

Tony and Steve exchanged a knowing look before Steve spoke up. "We understand Cricket. We've seen how hard this has been for you. But are you sure this is what you want?"

You nodded, tears threatening to spill over. "I can't stay here and pretend everything is okay when it's not. I need to take a step back and figure things out."

Steve placed a comforting hand on your shoulder but he looked like he was at a loss for words. So he took the professional route of comfort. "You're a valuable member of the team."

"Stay, we can find you another partner." Tony stood up, coming over to you. "I can’t just let you go without a fight."

You smiled weakly, grateful for their understanding. "Thank you, Steve. And thank you, Tony. But I just need some time to myself."

As you turned to leave, Tony called out to you. "Hey Sport, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to reach out. We're here for you."

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. It was time to focus on yourself and your own happiness, even if it meant leaving behind the life you had known as an Avenger. And maybe, just maybe, you would find a way to move on from Bucky and find your own path to happiness.

You'd barely taken three steps out of the common room before Steve caught up with you. "Have you spoken to him?"

"If you call ‘him telling me he doesn't even know who I am and then storming off’ speaking, then yes. I don't understand how this happened, Steve. I thought nothing could get between us."

"He loves you." Steve stopped in front of you. 

"Not anymore. He hates me."

Steve couldn't help but feel frustrated by how his two best friends could be so oblivious. 

"Look Steve, I'm sorry, I know Bucky’s your best friend. You don't need to hear me bad mouthing him." You stepped around him, making your way back to your room.

"Cricket, you're my friend too." Steve chased after you.

"Then will you help me pack?"

Steve sighed, he would never refuse anyone’s request for help. "Of course."

*

It hadn’t taken you long to pack your things into boxes. Your clothes weren’t difficult to shove into suitcases. Your wardrobe wasn’t extensive, having learned to live out of small spaces for many years, material things weren’t quite on your list of necessities. You had let Tony decorate your walls to his taste and you’d been pleasantly surprised at how good he was at guessing your tastes. However, you’d decided not to take these things with you when you left. It was time for you to make your own home. It was going to be a new challenge, you’d been involved with large institutions ever since you’d left home, and had never had to create a home for yourself before.

You turned to face Steve, Sam, and Nat, who were all standing in your room, looking at you with concern in their eyes.

"Come on, sugar cakes. Isn’t there any way we can convince you to stay?" Sam asked.

"I appreciate the sentiment, guys, but I need to do this," you said, zipping up your suitcase.

"Cricket, you’re too valuable a member of the team," Steve said, stepping forward.

"You know that’s just not true, but thank you for saying that. But I just can’t stay here knowing that Bucky’s mad at me," you replied, feeling a sting in your chest at the thought of leaving your best friend behind.

"Bucky will come around, he always does," Sam chimed in, trying to reassure you.

"I don’t think so, not this time. He’s really upset with me," you said, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

Nat walked over to you and put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Cricket, you can’t just leave because of this. You’re stronger than that."

You shook your head, wiping away a tear. "I can’t stay here, Nat. It’s too painful."

"We understand, but we don’t want you to go," Steve said, his voice filled with emotion.

"I know, but I have to do this. Please, don’t tell Bucky I’m leaving. I need to do this on my own terms," you pleaded, wondering if Bucky would even notice your absence.

The three of them exchanged a look before nodding in agreement. "Okay, we won’t tell him. But promise us you’ll keep in touch," Sam said.

You nodded, feeling grateful for their understanding. "I promise. Thank you, guys. I’ll miss you all."

You were the last to leave your room, the others had carried your things to the van you were borrowing from the garage. You sighed, you would miss the luxury and convenience that came with being a member of the Avengers Initiative. There were only a few things left in your room; the wolf plushie Steve had won you at Coney Island, you later realized that it reminded you of Bucky, and the still wrapped gift you had bought for Bucky, the card you’d written him still stuck to the top. There was no reason to take those things with you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away. You decided to leave them on your bed. The next owner of the room could decide what to do with them.

On your way out, you ambled past the hangar bay, spotting Bucky in full tactical gear prepping for a mission. You had no idea that he had been assigned to something. 

"You have a mission?" you blurted out, causing Bucky to turn to you.

"Yes." His voice was monosyllabic.

"Alone?"

"No."

"No, with me." Sharon materialized suddenly.

"Oh, hey Sharon. I hope you guys are safe out there."

Bucky looked back at you, a fleeting look of regret crossed his face, before he turned and walked away. He didn’t waste any time requesting a new partner, you thought. Just when you thought he couldn’t hurt you anymore. At least he would be safe with her; Sharon was a good agent, she would watch his back, that’s what mattered the most.

As you walked out of the compound, you felt a mix of sadness and relief. It was time to start a new chapter in your life, even if it meant leaving behind the Avengers and the man you loved. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you were determined to make it work. And maybe, just maybe, one day Bucky would understand why you had to go.

*

Your friend, Daisy Johnson stopped by for a visit just after you had moved into your new apartment. You hadn’t seen her for a few years, since she had decided to travel the stars with her sister, Kora and now boyfriend, Daniel Sousa. She had insisted on coming over to your place, since May had insisted that you find your independence.

"So tell me, what’s the deal with your love life?" Daisy enquired after her third glass of wine.

"What love life?" you asked, sarcastically.

She laughed, "oh come on! You’ve been living in a building with all those Avengers! You can’t tell me that it’s all completely innocent!"

"Hey, just because you fell in love with your first S.O.!"

"Ouch! That’s a low blow! It’s not my fault Ward turned out to be a HYDRA psychopath!"

"No, he was out of this world."

"Literally!"

Both of you laughed, despite the pain that was associated with the memories of the parasitic inhuman who had infested and possessed the corpse of your dead traitorous colleague and used his body to control other inhumans. Sometimes there was nothing else to do but laugh.

"So, are you telling me that you haven’t gotten any sex since you moved in there?"

You shrugged.

"Not even Bucky Barnes? Like have you seen him?" Daisy had always expressed her attraction to your favorite super soldier, but she stopped as she noticed the change in your expression. "What is it? Did something happen with him?"

"No," you shook your head.

"Then why did you leave?"

You shrugged.

"Come on, spill. May wouldn’t tell me. But it’s got something to do with him, right?" Daisy scrutinized your face, coming to sit beside you. "Did he hurt yo-?"

"NO!" you responded before she had the chance to finish. "Not like that."

"But he did something."

"Bucky’s my best friend." You said, not being able to muster enough enthusiasm into your words for them to be believable.

"But?"

"We just clicked, you know? Right from the start. It was like we were made to be partners. We could share everything with each other, we knew what the other person was going to do in the field without even discussing it. But outside of that too, I felt like I could share anything with him. I even told him about…"

You didn’t have to explain yourself further, Daisy Johnson was the only other living person in the world who knew about the sexual abuse you had suffered as a teen. You had never told a soul when you had been an adolescent, fearing that you wouldn’t be believed, which had led to a lifetime of shame and a stigma of being seen as broken. But secrets often come out, whether you want them to or not. And during a mission, the man who had been responsible for your trauma was involved. Eventually your secrets had surfaced, no matter how deep you buried them, but Daisy had been there for you.

"But I thought there might be something more between us, something… as hard as I tried… I couldn't deny - I was… am in love with him."

"You are?"

"I never told him how I felt. I was afraid of ruining our friendship. But it feels like fate had other plans and he started dating Priya. I was happy for him, of course, but deep down, I couldn't help but feel … jealous.

"And as his relationship with Priya went on, I just found myself feeling more and more envious. I couldn't stand the thought of someone else being with him, especially when I knew how I felt. But I kept my feelings to myself, not wanting to cause any trouble." You sighed.

"What changed? What made you leave?"

"Bucky's birthday. I spent weeks planning the perfect gift for him, something that would show him how much he meant to me. But before I could give it to him, Priya just swooped in and stole my idea, presenting it to Bucky as if she had come up with it on her own.

"Bucky was thrilled with the gift, but when he turned to me expecting something from me, I- I didn’t know what to do. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that Priya had taken my idea, so I stayed silent. Daisy, he was so angry and hurt, thinking that I didn't care enough about him to get him a gift.

"In the end, he chose Priya over me, believing that she cared for him more. He said he loved her based on something I came up with! And I tried to apologize and explain, but he didn't … doesn’t want to hear it. He said felt like he never knew me, like our friendship had been a lie. Now he doesn’t even want me in his life!"

Daisy put her arms around your neck, pulling your head onto her shoulder. The wine had loosened your tongue and talking through what had happened was helping you to truly understand what had happened.

"I can’t believe this bitch!" Daisy muttered in your ear. "Want me to quake her for you?"

You let out a watery chuckle. "I just feel so alone. I know that it’s my own doing, I could have told him how I felt. I could hardly blame her at first, she had no idea. But now…I fucking hate Priya for coming between us, for stealing my chance at happiness with Bucky." You scoffed at your own words. "You know, deep down, I knew that it was my own fear and jealousy that had drove us apart in the first place. I let my feelings get in the way of our friendship, and now I’ve lost the one person who means the world to me." Talking to Daisy had given you time to take stock and really process what you had lost.

"So what’re you going to do now?" Daisy asked.

"What am I supposed to do, Daisy?"

"Let him cool off and try again!"

"And say what exactly? Take me back as your friend? I’m in love with you? He clearly doesn’t feel the same way, so what am I achieving other than getting hurt watching him being happy with someone else?"

"You could come with me, Kora and Daniel. We’re heading back off-world next week."

"And watch you and Daniel making those lovey-dovey faces at each other all day? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass."

"So you’re just going to teach? With May?"

"Yeah," you shrugged. "Teach and wallow about my sad, loveless life."

"You know I love you, right?" Daisy pouted at you.

You laughed, "yeah, I love you too."

Once Daisy left, you continued to think about Bucky. You missed the easy camaraderie you once shared with him, the way you could finish each other’s sentences and laugh until your sides hurt. But now, there was a distance between you that seemed insurmountable. Bucky had made his choice and you were left to pick up the shattered pieces of your friendship. You wondered if he ever truly understood how much you cared for him, how much he meant to you.

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[sanjisboyfie]

suguru's cherished mornings

-> geto suguru x male reader -> really short sorry idk i just had to publically show how much i love him.

-> still jjk universe but the one where this babe doesnt become anakin skywalker and defect away from everyone <3333 because i like to imagine this alternate universe a LOT

his black hair sprawled over the sheets, unfortunately getting painfully pulled by you when you're still sleeping. he winces as he feels it being pressuredly pushed down onto the mattress, giving a slight tug to his sensitive scalp and affectively waking him up.

he doesn't have the heart to even be remotely annoyed or angry with you. not when you look so peaceful sleeping. not when you're so effortlessly handsome it feels almost like his heart physically stops beating at your effortless charm.

he is just that in love with you.

the way you could make doing nothing but sleeping look like art was something special only to his eye, because he was the only one that had his eye on you. or, at least, that's what he tells himself to sleep better at night (he would very much rather not think about the probably high number of individuals that also find you attractive, it'll just put him in a sour mood).

he won't wake you up. instead, he props his head up onto his palm and continues gazing at you lovingly. sure, it can be a little bit creepy, but...okay, it is just creepy, but he just loves you so much. he might pick up the book that's resting on his bedside. he'll sit against the headboard as he reads, smiling softly when you so naturally shift your body to now be hugging his legs and resting on his lap.

one hand will hold the book up for him to read whilst the other traces mindless shapes on your back.

suguru loves touching you, whether it be in the smallest grazes of his fingers or those more heated moments, he loves, loves, loves touching you. it makes him happy - genuinly.

it's his own way of grounding himself, reminding himself that you're really there with him, next to him.

his large hands will run up and down your back until you eventually wake up. the book he's reading returns back to the bedside and he immediately focuses all of his attention on you.

"g'mornin', baby," he'll gently say, shuffling to hold you in his arms and kiss the top of your head, "did you sleep well?"

a tired hum is all he gets in response, but you can still feel him smiling against your skin. you return the question, your voice gravely as you speak.

then he's pressing his face into the crevice between your neck and shoulder, humming in delight as he gets to really take you in, through all of his senses.

he has you in his arms, obviously he can see you, and the last is that he is drowning in your natural scent.

he's obsessed, at this point.

"slept perfectly, as always," when i'm beside you - that's the last part of the sentence that suguru doesn't voice, for some reason.

his arms tighten around your waist. and now you're the one carding your fingers through his hair, to sooth him and relax that tight grip on your body. he doesn't know it, but it's practically suffocating.

gently, as you predicted, his hold does loosen up and allows you to sit in his lap now without him cutting off your circulation.

"should we stay in for a little while longer, babe? are you still tired?" he asks you, but doesn't get a response. all he feels is your body comfortiably slotting in with his and the arms you had around his neck loosely falling into your lap.

"silly boy," he chuckles, finding your habits endearing and amusing. you woke up, just to get comfortable in his lap and then fall back asleep. "i love you,"

there's a low hum that comes from your chest and he takes that answer with glee. he knows you would have said it back if you had the energy or that keen awareness.

_

when the two of you finally do have the energy to get out of bed, the morning finally starts in the bathroom. you're brushing your teeth standing next to each other, suguru sometimes childishly making funny faces at you in the mirror.

you almost choked on the toothpaste in your mouth when he fulls a particularly funny face. some other mornings you're sitting on the bathroom counter with suguru comfortably standing in between your open legs. his one hand will rest on one side of your lap with the other moving the toothbrush in his mouth. that hand near your lap will sometimes go underneath your shirt and start playing with the flesh of your hips.

it sometimes earns him a warning look, which he rolls his eyes at, but eventually does pull away to please you. the other times, though, when you let his fingers dance on your skin - those times he loves.

sometime in your morning routine, one of you will get a phone call from someone in jujutsu society to call you for a mission. usually, it's you since you're not a special grade like suguru. that means you're more high in demand for lesser grade curses.

he doesn't like that, though, so he often tags along with you wherever you have to go. doesn't like being away from you for too long. it makes him angsty. makes him worried.

he wants to be there for you if anything happens. or else he wouldn't be able to live peacefully.

but on the rare mornings, you don't get beckoned for work, the two of you are lounging in your small living room. two steaming cups of coffee are on the table as suguru watches the television with you scrolling on your phone.

your legs will most likely be thrown over his lap, a subtle way of letting him touch you. his hands will always find the skin of your ankle and calf to caress, going up and down your leg as if he was trying to lull you to sleep again.

he may or may not actually be trying to do that too, he wants you to stay here with him and only him for a while longer. and when you're sleeping, you're doing just that. it's his own little secret, though, as he'd never confess these underhanded methods he uses to monopolize your time and attention.

and its usually at times like that: the light pouring in through the opened window, the cups of steaming coffee in front of you two, that skin to skin contact, when suguru feels the most thankful for having you.

you make the mundane mornings something worth living through. he doesn't have to struggle and find reason to get out of bed, not when he has you there to hold his hand through the motions of it. you make his life exciting and he loves you dearly for all that you unknowingly do for him.

"hm, love you, [name]," he'll say out of nowhere.

it makes your head lift up from the couch cushion and away from your phone screen. he catches your e/c eyes with his own, smiling softly at your adorable face.

"love you too, suguru, always," you easily respond, sitting up to kiss his cheek and leaving a lingering scent of coffee on his skin.

but he doesn't wipe it away, he never would.

you collpase back onto the couch cushion into your comfortable position and suguru can't help but note how homey you look.

he loves when he gets to spend his mornings with you because those are the best parts of his day.

the mundane turned special in its own way, all thanks to you and the love he has for you in his heart.

[storm-angel989]

how would valentino and the rest of the vees reacting to his daughter getting shot? And ending up in the hospital.

I sat on the edge of my bed with my arms crossed and I gave my father my best angry look. Tonight was supposed to be my Daddy’s night to stay home with me, and instead he was off to his studio. 

Valentino sighed and pulled back the covers as he laid down next to me. He waited until my body snuggled against him before pulling the covers over us both. 

“I wanna go with you!” I whined into him. “Daddy.!” 

“Mi amore, nothing fun ever happens in my studio,” my father told me as he tucked the covers into a cocoon around me. “Only work. I promise I’ll be home in the morning.” 

“I don’t mind Daddy,” I pleaded. “I want to stay with you.”

He ignored the request I had made at least seven times already. “Would you like me to have Aunt Velvette or Uncle Vox come lay down with you for a little while?”

I wrapped my arms around his neck in response and he sighed.

“Baby, I can stay until you fall asleep. That’s it. If you wake up in the middle of the night, you need to go wake one of them, okay?”

I buried my face into him and fought to keep my eyes open as long as I could. When I woke up hours later, I was alone. I climbed out of bed and rubbed my eyes. The same fear that washed over me earlier in the day raced over me now. I ran to his room, only to find the bed empty. 

“Daddy!” I screamed. 

Only silence answered me. Without a second thought, I ran down the back stairs into his studio. 

Unlike the usual quiet, the bright lights flashed and around me, demons shouted as they rushed around. Terrified, I slipped by as I tried to make my way through the maze of unfamiliar chaos. Why were there so many people in my Daddy’s studio? 

I heard the loud crack and pop echo through the floor and I looked around. Fireworks? Inside? Was Daddy celebrating something without me?

I marched down the hallway, eager to find the source of the noise. Around me, the chaos seemed to erupt and suddenly, I found myself on the ground and pain flooded through my tummy. I wanted to yell, to scream for my Daddy but instead blackness washed though my brain. 

Haze flowed through me as I tried to blink my eyes open. White walls, white sheets, white everything. Panic settled in and I tried to fight against the plastic on my face. Familiar hands pushed my arms down. 

“No bebita, no no. Shush. Daddy is here. Leave it alone.” I heard my fathers voice say soothingly. “Just relax. Papi is here.”

Pain shot through me and I let out a whimper. He pressed his heavy hand to my forehead and stroked my hair. 

“Daddy I don’t feel good,” I mumbled. “My tummy hurts.”

“I know sweetheart, you were in an accident,” he replied softly. “Your tummy will hurt for a while, but you will be okay.” 

“I tired to find you, I yelled for you,” I said as loudly as I could. “Where were you?” 

An expression I had never seen before danced across his face. I tried to lift my arms to reach for him and he leaned over and kissed my forehead. 

“I’m so sorry baby, I…”

The sound of a door opening interrupted whatever it was he was about to say. Panicked voiced of my Aunt and Uncle floated through the room. 

“Val. We put the extra cameras up, and a lock and she shouldn’t ever be…”

“Vox, shut up. The baby is awake,” Velvette hissed. 

I felt the weight of her sitting on the bed and a kiss on my forehead. “Auntie brought you your stuffed doggie and Uncle Voxxy brought you your tablet. Do you want your stuffie?” 

I wrapped my arms around my well worn stuffed animal and she put her hand on the top of  my head.

 “Can she sit up yet? I want to run a brush through her hair.” Velvette continued. 

My father glanced at her and hit a button. Slowly, the bed raised up. Aunt Velvette got to work, her fingers floating through my hair. Within moments, I had two braids and the bed lowered back down. 

“Tummy hurts,” I whined after a few moments.

Vox looked concerned. He glanced to Valentino. “I want to see what the stitches look like.”

Valentino shrugged and leaned over. “Baby, I’m going to let Uncle Vox take a look at your tummy, okay?”

I heard a small beep and felt something cold flood into my brain. The room turned fuzzy and my Daddy gently tucked up my shirt. Through the haze I could barely make out the lines of bright blue and red stitches that decorated my belly. 

“They should help keep any infection at bay,” I heard Vox say quietly to my father. “The thread won’t be released for public use for at least six months, but all the testing came back positive. At the very least, it can’t hurt.” 

I felt my shirt be tucked back down and a wave of sleepiness washed over me. My eyes grew heavy and I tried to fight through the feeling, terrified I would wake up alone again.

“Daddy!” I mumbled. “Don’t…don’t leave.” 

“I won’t baby, I promise. I will never, ever leave you again,” he replied quickly. “Sleep, I promise I’ll be here…”

I could feel the sadness well up in my chest and I tried to fight through the sleepiness. “You didn’t! You left me!” 

“Val, don’t…” Aunt Velvette said. 

“Fuck it,” Valentino growled. 

I felt his weight on the bed and the warmth of his body under mine. Instinctively, I snuggled against him.

“Daddy won’t ever leave you again, I promise,” he muttered softly. “Sleep, bebita.”

[mae-gi-writes]

Finders Keepers | Gally [TMR] - Part 6

In which Gally gets soft for one of the boys in the Glade, only…is it a boy? alternatively; In which Mai disguises herself into a boy to fit in the Glade, only to be suspected by the keen eyes of the Builder's Keeper.

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"She needs to be banished."

"I say we banish her!"

"She doesn't belong here!"

"She's a liar!"

The Homestead is filled with angry shouts and protests as Mai sits fingering the hem of her shirt nervously. There's no doubt that there is outrage at the prospect of her lying, but it's definitely the fact that she's a girl that's getting her into this big mess. But what could she have done when the voices in her head are so strong that she has no choice but to obey?

Last night had been terrible. She had nightmares, flashbacks of the night before, the look of Henry's face plaguing her mind until she woke up with a heaving chest. So fearful she'd been that she'd crawled from her mattress to the edge of Gally's bed, wishing to feel him close at her side.

Gally, who had still been sleepy when his eyes had blinked open at her, merely grunted before flipping his blanket open for her. The girl took this chance to burrow herself into his side. She hadn't cared about personal space or about the fact that the Builder would make fun of her for this. She'd only wanted to feel safe, and it's with Gally that she could have a peace of mind.

Which is how she found herself cooped up into Gally's arms in the morning, opening her eyes to see none other than his peaceful features. She'd spent some time admiring him alright, tracing them with her eyes and realizing that Gally looked years younger when he didn't have that permanent frown on his face. And when the Builder had slowly come out of sleep, the girl had quickly squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to feign sleep.

She'd felt him take a surprised breath, the arm around her waist tensing underneath her, before he'd gently tugged his limb out and moved away from the bed with the kind of surprising gentleness that she hadn't suspected he had. What he hadn't known however, was the way Mai's heart had been beating erratically against her chest this entire time she'd forced herself to stay still.

If she closes her eyes now, she can almost feel the sensation of his hands along her waist. It makes her shiver.

"Alright everyone calm down!" Alby's voice booms through the room and there's instant silence that prevails, leaving only suspicious eyes and reluctant looks at the Leader of the glade.

"Nobody is getting banished for anything," Alby continues despite the flurry of protests at his words. He raises his voice so that it booms across the room, "Mai is one of ours. She's a Glader just like the rest of you."

"She shuckin' lied to us!" One of the gladers spit out.

"And did that hurt you? No? Exactly," Alby points out, "as far as I know, she hasn't hurt anybody around here."

"I agree with him," Minho says from his spot, arms crossed and looking over at Mai with a wink, "if anything, she's the one that's helping to fees your stomachs, you stupid slintheads."

"But she still lied. Does that not count for anything?" another glader asks.

The choral of debates pick up and Mai can't help but cover her ears out of instinct. They're all too loud, so loud they make her ears hurt and she has half a mind to walk out of the room before Alby finally yells out for silence.

The noise ceases and everyone listens.

"Right," his voice rings out with authority, "this is what we're gonna do. It's true that Mai broke the rules by lying to us, but that does not mean she gets banished. She didn't hurt anyone. She's the one who almost got hurt." he turns to her then, a flash of sympathy swimming in his eyes. But she gives him a quiet nod, as if in understanding, "so one night in the Slammer is your punishment."

Mai will take it. It's not the best, but she'll survive.

So she doesn't protest or fight when Newt and Minho flank her sides, accompanying her to one of the Slammer cages. They help her inside before closing the door behind her with apologetic looks on their faces.

"Sorry Greenie," Newt says, "we'll get you out of here first thing in the morning."

"I'll come and slip you food," Minho reassures.

"Thanks," Mai's voice is weak and tiny as it echoes out of the cage. She doesn't say anything else as she settles down onto the hard muddy floor. Great, and now she'll have even more dirty clothes to wash.

The hours go by and time seems to lose meaning. Mai tries to occupy herself by counting how many roots she can find sticking out from the opposite mud wall but soon loses interest when the light of the sun slowly disappears and turns to a blanket of darkness. Soon, all the bustling and the clinking of tools, the shouts and the buzz of conversation still to a stop once the light of the day starts going out. And that's when the fear starts to crawl over her spine.

She tries not to think about what had happened with Henry but it's almost impossible to close her eyes without seeing all of him in display before her. Mai clenches her teeth together, arms wrapping protectively around her knees as she allows her face to bury into the small nook of comfort that it creates.

Crunch. The sound of footsteps cause Mai to jerk up, eyes flitting towards the black sky. Her breath catches in her throat as she waits, muscles tense. She's had enough adventure to last herself a lifetime and is in no need of more boys like Henry around. Especially right now.

But then, a voice slips through the silence and causes her to sigh out in relief.

"Hey Greenie."

Gally.

And there comes his face between the caged bars, frowning is usual frown as if everything displeases him. The familiar sight is one that is welcome by the said girl, whose chest fills with emotion upon seeing his figure standing a few meters away. She's never felt so safe with anyone but Gally and that simple fact brings back memories of them cooped up together in his bed. Heat flushes through her cheeks at the thought and she's glad it's night time, so that Gally doesn't have to see the embarrassment flooding her face.

"Hi Gally," she croaks out weakly.

He lets out a sigh. She hears him move about until she spots his figure as he takes a seat perched right atop the cage.

"Thought you'd be hungry," he proceeds to toss her a wrapped sandwich that Mai grabs without hesitation.

She unwraps it with barely restrained hunger and the first bite is amazing, flavours exploding onto her tongue and causing her to groan in delight. She hasn't eaten since morning and her stomach is practically growling itself to death at this point.

"You'll have to stay the night," Gally's voice echoes through the cell wall.

Mai bites down onto her lower lip, "I know." Her eyes flutter up to his. She's surprised by the gentleness she finds there. It's not something she's used to, "I'll be fine."

Gally doesn't respond for a while. Mai busies herself with the food in hopes that the awkward atmosphere will somehow dissipate. She's not quite sure how Gally takes it; the news about her being a girl. They haven't spoken about it since and something in her heart squeezes at the thought that he doesn't want anything else to do with her now that he knows her secret.

But then again, he wouldn't be here providing her with food right?

That is why she's surprised when he says:

"I'm sorry."

Mai blinks up, surprised.

"Why?" The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them, "it's not your fault. If anything, it's mine."  The last few words trail off into a whisper, as though saying them aloud might bring back the memory of last night.

He takes a breath, exhales it out as one hand rubs at his hair. He has a very bad habit of doing that when something's on his mind.

"Gally," Mai calls out once she's done with her food and crumpled the wrapping paper up into a ball. When his blue orbs meet hers, dancing with the light of the lamp, she gives him a small smile, "thank you. For saving me."

He grunts as if to say you're welcome, and she swear she spots a blush crawling up his face. Grinning to herself, Mai settles back against the wall as she hears the soft chants of the cicadas signaling that the night will be long.

"You don't have to stay here with me, you know." she says suddenly, only to find Gally already looking back down with furrowed brows. The look on his face is somewhat endearing. She's learnt to love it, his grouchiness.

"It's either that or you're all alone, greenie."

"I can take care of myself."

"That's not what you said last night."

Mai flushes at his words. Well, he's not the greatest at softening blows now, is he? "Well, that was--it was just last night..." her words end in a mumble, causing a soft snicker from the said Builder.

"Try and get some sleep, Greenie." He settles himself more comfortably against the top so that he's lounging onto the edge, visible enough for Mai to see him without having to crane her neck or look about, "I don't need you being all cranky tomorrow morning. And--" he peers down at her with what looks to be a smirk, "--don't think I'll let you off the hook so easily just 'cause you're a girl."

"Slinthead," Mai mutters under her breath, but loud enough for him to hear as she nestles her head against the wall and curls up her legs underneath, "night Gally."

"Goodnight Greenie."

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The next few days are weird.

Weird, because Gally now has to re-train his brain into thinking that Mai's indeed, a girl, and that it's not just something that he's come up with as a theoretical explanation. No, she's actually a girl and she looks like one, even.

It's not just the fact that she's tiny and pale and looks like she could snap in two with just a huge gust of wind. It's not just the fact that she's always in the kitchens and is now able to tie her hair back with a bandana to keep it away from her face -- something that she'd avoided because it would make people talk back then -- not just the fact that Mai, he realizes, has soft and fine, delicate features akin to a doll, a complete contrast to the rough hands and the hardened faces of the boys in the Glade.

No. It's the fact that despite all of what he's just described as above, despite everything that he's listed out like a reason for him to blame upon, it's Mai's brown eyes -- those big, beautiful eyes framed by lashes and always looking at him like she's in a permanent state of surprise -- that has his heart skipping and his chest tightening for god knows what reason.

Maybe he's coming down with something. He surely is. He feels hot and cold and hot all at once, and that's proven to be signs of sickness.

But it's a harder face to ignore than most. Suddenly, Mai is the center of attention and all boys are basking, begging to be part of her circle. Some gladers are giving her a helping hand when carrying stuff to and from the kitchen, some are chatting her up whenever they find her alone and free, others are always asking whether she needs anything; someone to walk with her, someone to guard her showers, someone to help her pick up branches for firewood.

Gally's not too sure how he feels about that. So he decidedly puts a stop to all his feelings. And plus, the Greenie is now fine with everyone and seems to be getting along quite well. She doesn't look in need of his help any longer.

Nevertheless, a few days go by and finally it's time for the box to come up. They all crowd around it nervously, knowing exactly at what precise time the metal hinges will scream with effort as the box is dragged upwards. Gally is busy frowning down at the metal-clad hole in the ground with such intensity that he almost misses the soft tap on his shoulder.

He turns, eyes flickering over Mai's features as something in his heart tugs. A cold, he thinks to himself, he really needs to get himself checked out by the Med-Jacks.

"Gally," her eyes light up when she smiles. She has a pretty smile. How had he not noticed that before when she'd claimed to be a guy?

He nods to her, frown still in place as he turns back to the hole, "Greenie."

"I'm not going to be a Greenie anymore," Mai reminds him, "we'll get a new one today."

He glances back at her over his shoulder, "the name suits you."

She pouts and this particular expression on hers throws him off guard, heart suddenly clamoring in his chest and his hands suddenly aching to reach out and pinch her cheeks. God she's cute when she wants to be.

The familiar clanging of metal and the whirring of cogs steals his attention away. All Gladers turn to it expectantly as the box slowly crawls up to their level before finally coming to a stop with a screeching halt.

"Open it up!" Alby shouts as him and Newt grab both sides of the box. Gally leans over to help and they tug it out of the way to reveal a young, pudge-faced boy that looks no older than twelve.

"It's a boy!" one of the Gladers shout out in what sounds to be happiness and Mai can't help but scoff.

Since Mai is the greenie right before him, she has the responsibility of introducing the boy to the Glade. He's young and has a cherubic face, and almost bursts into tears the moment he is lifted from the box. Alby had had to calm him down and explain to him how the Glade works in the privacy of the Homestead as everyone resumed their work for the day, and after that the young boy was introduced to Mai as Chuck.

Chuck is nice and friendly once he gets comfortable with Mai's presence, and the two seem to hit it off once they get past the pleasantries of the Glade. He seems already a bit homesick and Mai is quick to reassure him that the Glade already feels like home to her.

"Don't worry," Mai says as she helps him tie up his hammock next to hers. Gally had previously forced her to move her hammock as close to his hut as possible in case of any inappropriate behavior from the boys now that her identity was out in the open, so she was now placed on the very edge of the Hammock space, right in front of the said Builder's front door. It's not a problem in the grand scheme of things. But it is an issue when Gally just has to glance at the new kid to make his eyes water.

"He's not that bad you know," Mai explains to Chuck as the younger boy settles himself into his hammock, "he's a bit grouchy sometimes. But he's got a good heart."

"Are you sure we're talking about the same dude?" Chuck asks, fingering the hem of the new t-shirt he's received from one of the Gladers.

Mai can't help but laugh, "yes, we are. I swear to you. His heart's in the right place," she pauses, hesitant to say the words that come next, "He was actually really sweet to me throughout my first month at the glade."

Chuck's eyes are gazing upon her with a childlike curiosity that has her squirming in place and Mai feels the heat of embarrassment crawling up her cheeks as she tries to blow out some air. That's when he drops the bomb:

"You like him?"

Her heart stops, head whipping up to his, "what?" she stammers out, "what do you mean?"

"You know," Chuck says with the calmness of her mature person despite the fact that he's two feet shorter than she is, "like when people like each other. Not just as friends. As something more. Do you like him that way?"

"I--" Mai's heart is pumping so loud she's surprised Chuck can't hear it. But if it's not her heart, it's her face flushing red that gives her away. She doesn't need to answer, for Chuck seems to have read it straight from her expression.

His face explodes into a mischievous grin, "you do like him!"

"No, I--"

"Yes you do. Look at your face, it's written all over it!"

"No no, not like that--"

"You do! You like him!"

"Who likes who?"

Mai turns, yelping in shock as Chuck almost falls from his hammock. The Keeper of the Builders is staring him down, eyebrows raised in suspicion before his blue eyes direct themselves towards Mai's face. He repeats his question, "you like someone?"

Somehow, the darkness in his tone is impossible to ignore.

Mai is quick to dispel his thoughts for fear that her red face is going to give it all away, "no of course not, I--"

"Yes she does, and guess what Gally? She--"

Mai's hand shoots out, slapping onto Chuck's mouth before she sends Gally an innocent grin. The latter doesn't seem quite as thrilled at the new statement, gaze flickering between Mai's uneasy smile and Chuck's struggling expression.

"She what?"

"Nothing at all!" Mai throws the younger boy a glare before shoving him back into his hammock and turning to Gally with a smile so huge it looks like it hurts, "what you up to, Gal?"

If he's noticed the nickname, he decides to ignore it in favor of crossing his arms and cocking his head at her. There's a ghost of a smile, just barely there, on his face, "I wanted to show you somethin'. " He then turns to walk away, glancing back at her over his shoulder expectantly like he wants her to follow him.

So Mai throws Chuck one last glance of disapproval, "don't go anywhere alone. I'll finish the tour this afternoon." before she's off skipping in Gally's direction all while whistling a soft tune under her breath.

They make their way to the Builder's section, looking more like a garden with an array of tools scattered about the place while others are poised dangerously over overgrown tree roots. Gally calls out for the mess to be cleaned up and Mai's stomach clenches with sudden admiration. It's not something she'd say out loud but seeing Gally in his natural element makes her insides turn to mush.

He ducks into a small hut designed to keep his floorplans and blueprints. Mai follows, only to stop dead in her tracks at the piece of furniture sitting at the centre of the room.

"What's that?" She cocks her head curiously.

One of his hands go up to rub the back of his neck. He seems embarrassed, eyes shying away from hers to gaze at the furniture instead.

"That's a bed," he says almost reluctantly, voice scratchy and rough and making Mai yearn for more, "I thought it might fit you."

Surprise flits across her face, "thank you, that's—really kind of you." She shakes her head then, "but I'm not sure I have space to fit that in the Homestead—"

But the words get stuck in her throat when the Builder turns to gaze her head-on, those cerulean eyes like aquamarine storms of emotions flickering across his pupils like words that he can't seem to find.

"It's yours. Alby and I— well," he hesitates, "we thought you might want a Hut."

Mai stares at him. A hut? Just for her?

Her heart skips a beat and suddenly the air around her feels warm. Surely he didn't do that just for her right?

"But that's not fair is it?" She murmurs out, "all the other gladers—"

"Have eyes on you," he cuts her off with a firm stare, "it's better if you have a place of your own."

"But my hammock's right next to your hut. Makes it safe enough doesn't it?"

"I'm not always gonna be there Mai, I—" he swallows thickly, as if he'd stopped himself from saying anything else in case he might say too much. Pressing his lips together instead, Gally continues in a grumble, "it's better this way Greenie."

"I'm not a greenie anymore."

A semblance of a smile ghosts past his lips, "I know. It still fits you though."

Mai can't help but grin before she shoves him playfully. Although Gally barely budges. He's built like a brick wall after all. It's impossible to move him.

"Well, thank you Gally," she looks back towards the bed, "I'll take care of it."

"Right you do, Greenie."

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[daydreams-after-dark]

What's your fanfic fantasy? part 7

Chapter Contents.

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 // Part 14 //

Premise: OFC + Chan + Jisung 18+ fanfic. This is an AU story about Chan bringing your fantasies to life... but what happens when boyfriends Chan and Han fall in love with you?

Chapter Summary: You and Jisung get freaky in the pool.

Warnings: nudity in a public place, unprotected sexual intercourse in a public place, dirty talk, coming inside, orgasms, sexual touch.

The day is beautiful. It’s sunny, warm and the ocean breeze offers just the right amount of coolness on your skin. You remove your shawl that is covering your topless body, and slip into the pool gliding your way to edge that overlooks the ocean. Behind you the holiday house sits high above you, sharing the spacious view with you. It’s calming staring out into the distance.

You reflect on last night. It had been one of the most sensually erotic experiences of your life. It was mysterious and exhilarating, and you felt thoroughly taken care of by Minho.

When you woke this morning he had already gone, but he’d left you a note: “you looked too peaceful to wake.”

You smile at the thoughtfulness, and honestly it was probably a good thing he’d left because who knows what would have happened. A grin spreads over your face at the thought of a morning romp with him.

But you're feeling bothered? Your mind drifts to Chan. The image of him last night on the bed zoned out, eyes glazed over holding his massively painful erection is etched into your mind. And then there was the overwhelming, was it regret? feeling that came over him afterwards and him running away.

You breathe deeply and close your eyes, composing yourself as best you can. Fuck, you hope he’s okay. You haven’t spoken to him or Jisung about last night, and quite frankly you're too scared to. What if they have realised that this is… you're… just… too much for them, and they send you packing? You don’t want to leave. You want to stay with them. You don’t want to hurt them, but what if it’s too late?

You grab the side of the pool and try to shake the wall in anger, letting out a frustrated “grrrr” and try to calm your breath. You're so angry at yourself. You feel like you've fucked it all up somehow. Your friendship, their friendship, their relationship.

Fuck!

You're so deep in thought that you don’t notice someone slip into the pull and scoot up next to you.

“What ya up to Lady?” You're startled, but realise it’s Jisung smiling broadly, and a sense of calm washes over you when you see his face. He’s talking to you. You're relieved but cautious.

“Hey Jisung.” you sigh. “I’m just, you know, resting.”

Jisung smirks. “Yeah sounds like you’d need a rest after the week you’ve had so far.” You glance over at him and he raises his eyebrows up and down a few times, like a cheeky little shit. Okay, good, he’s got his cheeky pants on. Good sign.

“So …Chan filled you in on last night did he?” You say matching his cheeky tone and rolling your eyes.

Jisung slinks in close to your side. You look down to discover that his “cheeky pants” are definitely in the the form of a metaphor only, because he is fucking naked. So, so naked. You feel your heartbeat kick up a gear.

“He sure did,” he whispers deviously. “Until I filled his mouth up with my cock.”

A vision of Chan sucking Jisung off appears in your head. It’s hot. You'd love to witness that one day. Jisung knows exactly what he’s doing to you with his graphic words.

“Just like Chan’s cock was in your mouth.” He says even more deviously, biting his lip and slinking behind you. You feel yourself growing bright red, and you feel his cock bounce against the back of your ass as it bobs around underwater. He wraps his arms around your waist and leans over your shoulder.

“What did you think?” he whispers inquisitively. “What did you think to Chan’s cock?”

You feel everything rush to your vagina, making you feel so fucking horny. Just from a couple of sentences and Jisung’s body up against you.

“Well,” you pause to think knowing full well Jisung will report back to Chan on what you say. Oh God how you had craved to be taken by Chan in some way. Any way. The look in his eyes when he lost control of himself and knelt before you so you were face to face with his desperate cock will be something you'll never forget. The feeling of him fucking your face and the taste of his cum could be something you could get addicted to.

Jisung kisses your neck, bringing you back to reality. He smells delicious like soap and raspberry candy.

“And what about Minho, huh?” he moves on from Chan. “Could you tell it was him when they had you blindfolded?”

Oh Minho. Sweet, sweet tortured Minho. He really is perfect. He really is skilled, ahh those fingers! You clench with pleasure at the memory. And what about after? All you wanted to do in that moment was to make Minho feel good. It was such a vulnerable moment for him and you know that you'll hold that precious memory forever. You hope he actually can experience that with his beloved Hyunjin.

You shake your head “No, Jisung, I really couldn’t tell.” You lean your head to once side to give Jisung better access to your neck. “I eliminated Binnie right away because I have seen his hands are rough, and I eliminated you because - ”

“You know what my mouth feels like on your pussy?” he finishes.

That wasn’t really the reason, but you aren't going to tell Jisung that you knew it wasn’t him because of how vocal and needy he seems to become, and that he wouldn’t have been able to stay quiet long enough.

“Yes, that’s right. I know exactly what your mouth feels like. Everywhere.” You reply with a warm smile and kiss him over your shoulder. It’s a deep, slow kiss and Jisung pulls his arms tighter around your waist bringing your closer against his naked body. His hard cock pressing into your ass cheek obnoxiously.

“I’ve missed you.” He sighs and slides his tongue into your mouth while sliding his knee between your legs so you're straddling his thigh. You automatically press yourself down against him and moan at the pressure.

“Mmm, that feels good, Jisung.” You groan.

“Yeah?” He pushes his thigh up harder against you, eliciting another moan.

You're momentarily startled when his hand slides down the back of your ass. “I also hear that you let Minho finger fuck this little hole too.” He slides his thumb underneath the side seam of your bikini bottoms and grazes your asshole. You hiss through your teeth and grind yourself against his leg.

“Bet you liked that too, hmm?” he growls and applies pressure. Your mind flashes back to Minho’s fantastically skilled fingering and the feel of his fingers dragging and and out of you. But the image doesn’t last long because fuck, Jisung knows how to turn you on and again you're brought back to the present moment.

One hand comes up to squeeze your nipple while his thumb threatens to penetrate your ass. Your head falls back to lean on his shoulder and you roll your hips faster and harder as the tension builds in your core.

“Jisung - ” You gasp as the tip of his thumb slips past your rim and you struggle to maintain your composure.

“And did you enjoy his cock fucking your pussy? Did he fuck you as good as me?” he pushes his thigh even harder against you, releasing and then ramming up into you again. “Did you come on his cock?” Jisung demands angrily.

“Aah,” his aggressiveness takes you by surprise, but it only arouses you more. Jisung is on a mission and you're fucking loving it.

“Yes. Yes I did Jisung…” You manage to say as your breath is jolted out of you over and over again, his thumb pressing in a little deeper. “but only when Chan put his cock in my mouth.” You add at the last moment.

Jisung stops his ministrations and he wraps his arms around you affectionately, squeezing you in for a snuggle. “You’re such a good girl for me and Chan.” He kisses you softly on the side of your neck and then nibbles your ear, and you're able to catch your breath.

“Even when you’re being a naughty, filthy little girl, you only come for us.”

It’s not just a statement, it’s a warning. Your mind flickers back to last night when you were alone with Minho, coming on his cock and him screaming Hyunjin’s name. But you also remember your promise of the “sanctity of the Boudoir”. You never promised Chan and Jisung anything about only coming for them.

“Ah, but Jisung,” you purr “I still wanna fuck Binnie. What happens if he makes me come?” You can’t help yourself, you have to taunt and push Jisung's buttons, see how he responds.

“You’ll be punished.” His whisper is deadly. Your vagina clenches tighter with need imagining being punished by Chan and Jisung. You grind on Jisung’s leg again, and reach behind you to grasp his cock.

“Shhit!” Jisung hisses. “Ah you like the idea of being punished?”

You bite your lip “Mmm-hmm. I bet Binnie is gonna make me come so hard.” You reply with a breathlessness to your voice. You continue to stroke his cock as you slide yourself off his leg. Jisung roughly pushes you up against the side of the pool and you feel a rush of adrenalin. You rest an arm on the edge of the pool while your breasts are being pushed against the concrete wall. He’s angry. You love it.

Jisung drags your bikini bottoms down just far enough so that you can guide his cock to your entrance, angling my hips to provide access. He pushes the tip in ever so slightly causing you to moan with pleasure at the stretch. Then… frustration. He won’t move any further. You try to push down on him and fill yourself up with his cock, but he holds you in place. You whine and protest like a needy little brat.

“Beg.” He demands with the lowest voice yoy have ever heard come out of his mouth.

What the fuck?

“Beg me to fuck you.” He is deadly serious.

“Jisung?” You gasp.

“Beg me!” he snarls. You shudder with arousal at his dominant, assertive tone.

“Please,” you whisper. “Please I need you… ahhh” he pushes half an inch further inside you, but you know he is having a hard time resisting.

“Please… You have to… I can’t - ” You play along, even though you know his neediness will take over and he won’t be able to stop himself. You feel like you're going to lose your mind if doesn’t hurry up.

“Jisung… I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me. I need it - ”

Another inch.

“Jisung… I imagined it was you with your filthy fingers in my ass last night…except… except…I’d bet you would have made me come!”

He bottoms out. He is deep inside you. Finally. He barely gives you the chance to relish the feeling before he starts to thrust into you vigorously.

“Is that better, baby?” he coos. “Arrgh…” he groans. “You’re so ready for me.” He thrusts deeper. “Your pussy missed me didn’t she?”

“Oh my God yes! Yes Jisung!” You cry out, spurring him on to fuck you harder.

“You’re so hungry for my cock that you don’t even care who can see.”

“Yes! Ahuh, starving.” You pant. He feels so fucking good. You really have missed his cock.

“I bet you’re hoping you’re being watched right now huh? Such a desperate, needy girl.” he growls.

Jisung spins you both around so his back is now against the wall. “Look!” he demands, nodding his head towards the house.

You look up at the looming building. If anyone was to look out the window they’d see you on full display, impaled on Jisung’s cock, tits bouncing wildly. There's nowhere to hide.

“Show them how much you love being fucked by me.” He pants.

Realising how exposed you truly are only brings you closer to orgasm and you start to bounce frantically against Jisung.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby.” He says lifting you almost off his cock and slams you back down against him. He lifts you again but his cock slips out completely. You both groan in frustration at the sudden loss of friction, but he uses this chance to spin you around so you're facing each other. He pulls your bikini bottoms off and throws them up on wall of the pool, and you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in close as he turns again and pushes your back against the wall of the pool. You can’t get close enough. You want more. More Jisung. More moments like this.

You are both shaking with desire as you chase your orgasms, clinging to each other for dear life as you fuck each other senseless, not caring who hears or sees. Your mouths smash together in a messy, sloppy way, gasping for breath but also not wanting to break contact.

“Jisung, I’m gonna - ”

“Yes baby, come for me. That’s it.” He encourages you through your orgasm, not taking his eyes off of you. You love orgasms with Jisung. You didn’t know that I did until yesterday. This one is deliciously long, which seems to extend with every thrust of Jisung’s cock, massaging your clenching walls. You don’t want it to end.

“This is the only pussy my cock belongs to.” Jisung whispers, “you’re the only woman for me.” He closes his eyes as he concentrates on reaching his orgasm.

You hold onto him tighter and grind yourself against him, bringing on another orgasm of your own. Why does he have to be so sweet? Why do his words kick you in the guts and make your heart burst? Why do you have feelings for him?

Jisung can’t hold out any longer and he comes hard, emptying himself inside you with a shaky moan.

He slides out of you and snuggles in close. “You really are the only woman for me.” He whispers, leaning his forehead against yours. He brings his lips against yours for the most chaste and shy kiss, like he’s kissing you for the first time.

'You’re the only woman for me'. You think about the implications of his words. You have been, or will be, fucking other men, but you're the only woman Jisung wants to fuck? It hits home. Your heart hurts. Do you really want to fuck Binnie after all?

You stay like this for a while, your legs wrapped around his waist, snuggling, caressing, holding each other close. Please don’t let this end.

“Do you think you’re going to want to fuck Chan?” Jisung asks eventually. “He is pretty good at it you know?” You both chuckle.

“I am sure he is. I just don’t know if he wants me to.” You frown as you think back to your interactions the night before.

“Hey,” Jisung tilts your chin up to look at him. “Why would you say that?” He looks confused.

“Well, he didn’t touch me that first time…you know… on the couch.” You say.

“Yeah, but he was nervous. But then he came all over your face last night.” Jisung tries to reassure you.

“But he ran off so fast, and barely said a word!” Tears prickle your eyes. Jisung strokes your cheek.

“Oh y/n!” he holds you close and you actually start to cry.

“Hey now,” Jisung says soothingly. “Listen. Look at me.”

You look up. His eyes are wide with concern and compassion. He wipes a tear from your cheek.

“Chan wants you more than anyone. Well maybe not more than me… or less than me… definitely the same as me. That came out weird. I mean… Put it this way, your the woman he wants most.”

You laugh softly at Jisung’s way of explaining.

“So why is he helping me fuck other guys then? Why is he letting me if he wants me as much as you say? Why do you let me?” You wail, your voice wobbly as you try to stop the tears.

“Because you asked him.” He says with certainty. “And… I let you because you say you want to.”

You let that sink in. “Is he okay with it though? Are you okay with it?” You ask.

“I just want you to be happy. And he’s only okay if he can watch.” Jisung responds.

You think about Minho again and push that out of your mind immediately. You can’t let that thought creep in. Not now.

“But what about now… you know… you and me in the pool? Would he be okay with that?”

Jisung laughs and gestures up to the house. “Pretty girl, he is watching.” He whispers.

Your mouth drops open. Fucking cheeky bastards.

You shake your head in disbelief. “Jisung!” But he only squeezes you closer and tickles you. For some reason you feel good knowing that Chan was still part of this, and maybe he isn’t upset with you. Maybe things are still good?

“So why hasn’t he…you know… touched me…kissed me, if he wants me so much?” You push. You run your hand along Jisung’s collarbone.

“Simple. You haven’t asked him to.” he replies.

“Is it really that simple? I only have to ask him?”

“Hmm hmm.” He says kissing your neck. “Are you excited for your personal training session?” Jisung changes the subject. Chan must have shown him the text message you sent him this morning.

Text Message to Chan: y/n: I hope you are okay? Chan: Of course. You? y/n: Yeah. Thank you for organising it…. Thank you for being there. Chan: Anytime. y/n: Actually… Chan: ? y/n: Can you organise something with Binnie in the gym? Chan: …. Chan: … leave it with me.

“Only if you and Chan are okay with it.” You reply. You really want to, but you don’t want to hurt them. You don’t want it to be secretly killing Chan when he watches everyone else fuck you but him. You don’t want it to be heartbreaking for Jisung who sounds like he’d probably prefer you not to be sleeping around.

“He’s totally on-board.” Jisung reassures you.

“Jisung?”

“Yes pretty girl?”

You hesitate in asking your next question. “Can you let Chan know that he can kiss me and touch me any time he wants.”

Jisung grins. “Ah, so you want me to ask him for you?”

You feel shy all of a sudden. “Yes, yes please.”

A voice calls out from the living room balcony. “Hey, you two! Do you wanna stop fucking around for a minute and come eat some food?” It’s Minho. Your breath catches when your eyes meet.

“Yeah okay, okay. We’re coming.” Jisung calls back then looks at you and laughs immaturely at the use of the word ‘coming’.

You can’t help but to laugh too.

Fuck! Are you falling in love?

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[butterphii]

Just Us

Go Along (Part 4)

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TW: Fake relationship, friends to lovers, mostly fluff, sexual tension, Jake jorkin' it, Jake letting you watch him jorkin' it, reader jorkin' it for him, pet names, a little bit of ignoring, cussing, cum eating, probably some I forgot..

Note: Last time, thank you to @anyalikeslasagna for helping me so much with this series and for being my like..best friend the past month or so. Wouldn't even be writing this without you, lol. Love ya!! Enjoy, lovelies! ♡♡

-------------------Jake Peralta------------------

You woke up to the sound of your bedroom door opening. You opened one eye to check the time: 2:35 A.M. What the fuck? You thought, closing your eyes again and pretending to sleep.

Jake groaned as quietly as he could when he saw you still asleep. "Baby, wake up." He whispered from your doorway. You chose not to act like you were waking up and continue the act. You heard him sigh and step closer to you.

He picked you up carefully and slowly, moving you closer to the wall. You tried to keep a straight face when he stepped into bed behind you, curling his arms up around you. You could feel him getting harder with each breath.

"I'm sorry about last night, baby. I was being rude. I really do like you, like, a lot. I just don't want to ruin what we have, ok? I know you're asleep and can't hear me right now, but, I think I love you. You're the woman of my dreams, basically." He cleared his throat, pushing his hips into yours, his aching bulge pressing against your cheek.

You opened your eyes, pretending like you didn't hear him just confess his love for you. "Jake, what are you doing?.." You said, voice groggy even though you've been awake. "Nothing, baby. Go back to sleep. You just looked cold." He lied.

"Well I'm not. You can go if you'd like." You replied, acting like you're still angry about the night before. "Be quiet." He growled into the side of your neck, where he pressed a kiss before pushing one of his legs between yours.

Your cheeks got hot and your eyes widened. "Jake, I-" You stuttered. "Quiet, baby. Go back to bed." He whispered against the back of your ear, feeling you shiver underneath him. "O-ok.." You whispered back, trying to suppress the feeling of your core pounding with anticipation and need.

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The next morning when you woke up, you still found your body tangled with Jake's, but he was already awake. His breathing was heavy and shaky. "Good morning, Jake.." You grumbled. "Oh- Fuck, shit, shit, shit.." You heard him groan back, his voice a mix with a whimper.

"You ok?.." You asked, worried. "M-mhmph.." He tried to keep his voice at a low pitch. You turned your head and looked down to see what he was doing. You couldn't quite see it, so you turned your body, legs still wrapped around Jake.

"Oh my god." You gasped when you noticed what he was doing. He was jerking off, literally on you, because of you. "I- Fuck, I'm sorry-" He tried to grumble out, but you could tell he was reaching his breaking point.

You reached your hand down, letting your fingers rest between the bumps of his knuckles. "Can I?.." You asked softly. He nodded eagerly. His fist moved out of the way, and you could finally get a view of his size. It was a lot bigger than anything you'd seen before, but you expected it from him when you felt him get hard on you multiple times before.

Your hand moved up and down the veiny rod. You bit your bottom lip when's Jake's head leaned back, his Adam's Apple bobbing when you made him groan by using your other hand to massage his balls.

"I'm gonna cum, shit, shit-" He tried to warn you before his length spat out milky ropes of spend. You gasped when a few littered your hand, some still leaking out of the tip when you tilted Jake's head back to you and made him watch as you stuffed your fingers into your mouth, moaning when the sweet taste surrounded your tongue.

Jake leaned forward, his lips meeting yours in a glazed kiss. His tongue grazed your bottom lip, begging to be let inside, as if he had been waiting and waiting to do this forever.

Your tongues clung together, dancing in a spicy tango of sweet, heady cum and warm saliva, the two mixing together to create a perfect blend of both of your bottomless sexual desire for each other. "I've been waiting for this a long time, Jake.." You panted out between kisses. "Me too, baby, me fuckin' too." He pulled your hips to his, grinning when you moaned into his mouth when his hard dick slipped between your legs, sliding across the wet spot in your silk panties.

You smiled, one hand on his jaw and the other the back of his head, when his alarm blared. "Fuck, I have work today." Jake groaned angrily. You panted when he stepped up from the bed, tucking himself back into his boxers, slipping on his pants and picking up his shirt before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead as a 'goodbye'.

"Love you." You smiled before he walked out of your room. "Love you, too." A hearty chuckle escaped his lips as he walked down your hallway, front door clicking when he left. This time, you knew it'd be different. You knew he liked you back and you knew he'd come back. All you had to do was wait.

[wonijinjin]

seventeen when their s/o is overwhelmed and needs a lazy day

(includes: seungcheol, jun, wonwoo, seungkwan, vernon)

author’s note: please take a break if you need to, noone is rushing you, it is okay to take some time off from life.

synopsis: what the title says

word count: 0.6k | genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | pairings: seungcheol/jun/wonwoo/seungkwan/vernon x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food, bad mental health

when seungcheol woke up to you crying in the middle of the night he got very worried very quickly thinking you had an injury or had a bad dream. “my love what’s the matter?” he would ask, to which you would tell him about how you have been feeling like you needed to take a break from everything and just wanted to rest. he would be cooing at you instantly, already in the process of booking a hotel room somewhere with a nice view and whichever extra services you want and would take you there to relax the next day immediately, no matter how much it would cost he would do anything to provide comfort for you while you cuddled in bed all day and ate good food, just lazing around, enjoying each other’s company.

jun knew you were a little bit burnt out way before you did; he tried to get you to rest more and get your mind off of things with subtle acts of love, like making you something to eat after a hard day of studying or cleaning up the house on the weekends before you woke up so you wouldn’t have to. however, when you stepped into the hallway with tears streaming down on your face he knew you needed a full day of peace and quiet immediately, which is why after waking up the next morning he would make you a bubble bath quickly then would let you watch your favourite shows all day, curled up in his arms.

wonwoo’s heart would just break when you had the third argument in a week, clearly caused by the stress that had been building up in you due to life, knowing how hard it must be to try to stay put together, even though he wished you could let loose for a bit, with him on your side. he would take you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings into your ears and promising to give you a massage to help you calm down, then would proceed with whatever you felt like for the next day; if it was playing games with him on the computer he would do just that, or if you wanted him to read to you he would take the book into his hand without hesitation.

i picture seungkwan to be a person who is very in tune with his and his partner’s emotions aswell, so he himself would get quite disstressed by the fact that you weren’t feeling the best regarding all the stuff happening in your life; whether it was your studies or personal matters he was angry at the world for making you feel bad. he knew how much you liked spending time with him, joking around, so that would be exactly what he planned for the following day; he would let you sleep in then welcome you with the craziest line of cozy activities you could do together, like at home karaoke or dancing in the kitchen to cliché romantic music while laughing without stop, recharging good energies in you.

vernon isn’t the most affectionate guy in general, but he is the most understanding soul and best listener anyone could find; he would choose a simple solution to your worries; listening to you. he would let you rant to him all day, telling him about the things that bother you, or the things you wanted to fix in order to have a more chill and peaceful life. he would contribute a lot by brainstorming ways to help you relax more easily, especially hoping he himself could be much help to you in the future, encouraging you to let out your tiredness from time to time and to trust him with anything, he would handle a dragon if it meant making you feel better.

[sunflowerwinds]

this love [h.c] | chapter five

summary: the news of your parents return caused your world to come crashing down. heart heavy and yearning for hazel, the blue eyed woman takes it into her hands to distract you from the world you live in and takes you to what could be your new reality.

pairing: hazel callahan x fem!reader

contains: fluff to the max & time period homophobia

word count: 3.3k

a/n: OH MY GOD. hello everyone. it has been months since my last update. i kid you not i don’t know where this spark of energy to write for these two angels once again. also thank you guys for 2k followers! WHAT THE HELL. i love you all so so much to the bottom of my heart <3

‘this love’ masterlist

To say you were infuriated was an understatement.

The second Isabel had informed you about your parents' early arrival, your skin lit aflame. Hazel had emerged from your bedroom with a worried expression, expecting you to be running down the halls after your friend. You turned to her with hot angry tears in your eyes and her own sharp blue ones softened.

“Princess—” Hazel spoke with a gentle tone but was interrupted by your hushed words.

“They said two months. Hazel, now we don’t even have two weeks.” Your voice wavered as you ran your hands over your face with a shaky breath. “My parents are on their ways back home.”

Hazel’s face broke you. For a split second, her entire face dropped, settling into a frown that you’ve never seen before. Genuine hurt and fear on her face.

It aches you to see her this way.

The next morning, Hazel woke up tangled in your sheets and practically clinging to you. You hadn’t slept for a single second that first night. Your eyes were wide and red-rimmed from both crying and due to lack of sleep.

She stirred in her sleep and you glanced at her relaxed figure. You knew the staff was going to be arriving within the next week to start preparing for the king and queen's arrival. You sit up from the bed, careful of Hazel’s sleeping figure.

You should’ve known better as Hazel woke up seconds after your body left the bed.

“Princess?” Her groggy voice called out.

You freeze in your tracks and blink back heavy tears. Your back was towards her, facing the door.

“Hazel, I’m alright. I’m going to read in the library.” You tell her shakily, hoping she would leave it alone.

The shuffling of the sheets causes you to turn around to face Hazel. Her hair was tossed and her eyes were slightly squinted at you. It made you feel a little better to see her so adorable in the morning. That she cared enough to get out of bed.

“You’re not alright. That’s okay, you know that?” Hazel comes up to you and gently takes your hands in hers.

You avoid her eye line, afraid she could see how afraid you were to lose this once your parents arrived back home.

“I know. I… I don’t want them back. I’ve finally found my happiness without them,” You admit softly, looking up at her for a moment before shyly looking away once again.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hazel muttered before tugging you into her body and wrapping her arms around your tense figure.

You dropped the ache in your shoulders to wrap your arms around her midsection. You snuggled your face into the crook of her neck, wanting to crawl into her skin to stay there for the rest of your days. That way you wouldn't face the horrors of the reality of who you were.

People would harm you and Hazel for simply being together. For being a sapphic.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you sniffled as you clawed at the cotton undershirt clinging to her toned back.

Hazel releases a shaky breath, her heartbeat picking up in speed. She couldn’t believe you felt so strongly about her.

“You could never lose me,” Hazel whispered into your temple before placing a gentle kiss there.

“You can’t say that. I’m petrified of what my parents will do to you if they find out.” You shake your head, pulling your head out of the crook of her warm neck. “Isabel had told me about a brutal hanging of a man a few kingdoms north that was… a homosexual. They threw tomatoes at his dead body, shouting awful things about how he deserved it simply because he didn’t love a woman.”

Hazel’s stomach, admittedly, churned at the gruesome thought of that happening to either one of them.

“We can’t ever be open with our affections and it hurts me so much, it might kill me.” You sighed out, a frown etched onto your lips.

You never thought you would worry that much about your love life this much. Hazel changed everything.

“How about we go somewhere for a few days? Go and take a breath of fresh air and not waste time thinking about the bad that could come.” Hazel’s hands cup the sides of your hot cheeks, wiping away the few streaks of tears that had left your tired eyes.

“Where?” You ask.

“I wanted to wait until the first month was over but I think you deserve to know about this place.” Hazel grinned softly at you, leaning forward to capture your lips into a gentle kiss.

So, you made your way into the kitchen area to snatch a few fruits and breads for however long the journey could be. Hazel suggested that the two of you could spend three days there, even longer if you desired. You weren't sure what this secret location could contain but Hazel seemed to know a lot more about the kingdom than you.

Well, you guess that’s what came with the freedom of being able to leave your own home whenever you please.

You came back to your bedroom to find Hazel packing a few trousers and shirts into a leather suitcase. Her short hair beautifully fell over her sharp features, sending an electrifying feeling up your spine. The skin underneath your nightgown became warm, borderline hot to the touch.

Curse Hazel’s genetics.

“Princess? Is everything alright?” Hazel glanced up at you, noticing how you were lingering in your doorway instead of stepping into the room.

You were still gripping onto the basket filled with food, feet planted onto the cool floors.

“Yes. Sorry. I forget how distracting you can be,” you tease, a cheeky grin spreading onto your lips.

Hazel’s brows raised, shocked at your sudden bold statement. You took a few steps into the room, eyes widening with want. The hairs on the back of your stand as Hazel meets you in the middle to cup the sides of your face, kissing you with just as much want and desire as you were feeling in your chest.

You can’t help but smile against her gentle lips on yours, your mood skyrocketing. You pulled away after a few seconds of sinking into the kiss to examine her face.

“So you really won’t tell me?” You press once but Hazel merely smacks her lips and shakes her head.

“It’s a surprise. I promise you’ll love it.” Hazel insists as she pecks your lips once more.

She backs away from you to finish packing her clothes and yours. It only took you another half hour to be able to inform Isabel of you and Hazel’s absence. The honey-haired beauty was in her own quarters just an enormous hallway down from your grand room. You knocked on the door and patiently waited for her response.

“Come in!” She called from behind the heavy door.

You push on the wooden door and see her sewing a soft green dress, almost the exact shade as her eyes, with white frilly trimmings on the neckline, end of the skirt, and shoulder straps. She really did have a gift. Her ability to sew such perfect dresses was admirable.

“Oh, hi!” Isabel beamed at you, finishing up the last stitch on the dress before setting it aside on her bed. “Is everything alright?” Isabel’s captivating eyes widened when she noticed that you were stiff in posture.

You nod with a soft laugh. “I’m alright, Bel. I wanted to let you know that Hazel and I are going to be leaving for—”

“Leaving?” She jolts up onto her feet from the seat at the end of her bed with a slight panic in her voice. Her frizzy hair bounces from the sudden jolt in movement as she walks over to frantically take her hands into yours. “If it’s because of what I had told you last night, I’m so incredibly sorry. I didn’t think it would drive you out of the palace.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head at her reaction, nervously laughing at her anxious state.

“Isabel, no. She’s taking me somewhere for a few days to get away for a bit. Not forever.”

For some reason, that felt like a lie. Like it wasn’t a promise you should be making.

“Oh. Okay. Well, you two please be weary and safe. I couldn't bear to think that something could happen to the two of you.” Isabel rubbed her thumbs over your palms, seeming to pass her anxiety through her touch.

“We will. We’ll be back in three days at the very most.” You lie straight through your teeth and it aches at your gums.

Isabel seems to ease a bit once you’ve informed her of what you and Hazel’s plans were. You left her with a bone-crushing hug, waving goodbye as you sped to your bedroom once again. As you leaned against the doorway, you admired Hazel who was bent over, clasping the suitcase closed.

“Do you need any help?” You speak up, folding your hands across the wide space of your soft skirt.

Hazel stood up with a small grin at the sound of your voice, her consciousness at ease.

“I got it, princess. You could get the basket you prepared,” She tilts her head at you, eyes not leaving your own.

You blush at her gaze. She was a sorceress in disguise, you swore it.

“I can do that,” you stated as you made your way over to the woven basket.

Every glance the two of you shared ached every part of your heart. In the refined space of your high-ceiling bedroom, you were able to place lingering kisses and gentle touches on her body. After holding back every fiber of your being back from kissing her until your lips bled, the two of you were able to sneak past the few guards that were beginning to arrive for your parents’ arrival.

You peaked around every stone corner before silently walking to the doors that led to the gravel walkway to the gates. Hazel was rounding the corner of the stables with two fingers hooked onto the reins. You approached them in a hushed manner, whispering gentle words to Peanut as you brushed your hand over his beautiful mane. With a few more quick glances to scan your surrounding area, Hazel helped you up and followed your movements so that the two of you could make this mysterious tret.

There in the clearing behind the beautiful lemon trees was a medium sized cabin with a straw roof and a surrounding fence that was smothered in vines and a variety of flowers that you were sure Hazel could identify. Your eyes widened in awe at the cozy home, your arms tightening around Hazel’s torso due to your growing excitement.

“Where are we?” You question breathlessly.

“My first home,” Hazel replied, equally out of breath.

Your eyebrows shot up into your hairline at her words.

Her first home?

“My father technically owns this land and everything on it. The land is under his name. Lucky for us, it's my name as well,” Hazel cheekily responded, tugging back the reins so Peanut came to a halt just in front of the fence.

You let out a soft sigh, a content smile on your face as you continue to stare at the exterior. Hazel released the reins which caused you to let go of her waist as she was going to get down from her horse. Your eyes follow her lace up boot covered feet, grabbing the leather bit to lead Peanut to the fence to tie him too. You held yourself by the reins, eyes squinting as you peered through the surrounded forest. There hadn’t been people from what you could see; merely miles of green.

Hazel’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Princess?”

You blink and look down at her, a smitten smile on your lips.

“Yes?” You question.

“I’d love to show you around the cabin and the garden in the back,” Hazel put out her hand for you to grasp onto.

You grin as you take her hand in yours, carefully stepping onto Peanut’s stirrups to then put your own booted feet on the fresh grass. Hazel held your waist to keep you steady as you adjusted the skirt portion of your dress. Peanut huffed a bit before Hazel muttered a few words, brushing a hand over his mane.

“He hasn’t been here in quite some time. I think he remembers it,” Hazel spoke up.

Your eyes soften at her words, running your own hand over his back. He seemed to calm down after a few gentle brushes of you and Hazel’s palms. After Hazel had made sure he was safely secure, she took your hand in hers without shame and practically dragged you to the front door of the cabin. You were bouncing on the soles of your boots with excitement to see what was inside such a domestic home.

From underneath her deep, rich blue shirt, she pulled out a key that was hanging on a thin rope around her neck. You watched her carefully slide in the key through the heavy door, listening for the click to signal the door was now unlocked. Almost immediately, you were hit by the faint stench of the old wood wafting into the clean air outside. Hazel lightly coughed as did you at the realization that the home had not been touched in a fairly long amount of time.

Walking into the home with your hand grasped onto Hazel’s slightly rough one, a small living room, no larger than your favorite room in the palace; the library. You were surprised for just a moment to see no family paintings hanging on the walls; something you despise more than anything other than a few other factors from the palace. Though, there was a specific painting that had caught your attention that hung right above the dining area that had collected a few specks of dust from the untouched spade. Hazel seemed to notice your wandering eyes, tugging your arm a bit to motion for you to follow her footsteps over to the painting. Stepping past the log-like footrest in front of the couch and a dining chair, the two of you plant your booted feet right in front of the painting.

”Is this…?” You tilt your head, eyes flickering to the strokes of paint sculpted beautifully on the canvas.

“The bridge.” She confirmed your thoughts. “I wasn’t lying earlier when I said my father would go there to think about my mother. She painted this after he took her there to ask her to be his wife,” Hazel hummed.

Your eyes cloud with guilt and beaded with tears as you remember what you did to that bridge. Something that was so memorable to Hazel’s father was damaged because of you.

“Oh, Hazel, I’m so sorry,” you sigh, a lump forming in your throat.

Hazel turned her neck to stare at your solemn face. She shook her head slowly as she took your free hand in hers.

“It’s okay. I meant that. We can… fix it together one day and make it ours.” Hazel hummed as she stared lovingly into your eyes.

“Ours?” You repeated back to her, loving the way the idea sounded on your tongue.

Hazel nodded to confirm, her smile widening. Her smile lines beautifully indented into her paler cheeks as she released both of your hands to cup the sides of your face. You knew your cheeks were as warm as the heat outside, flushed at Hazel’s touch and sweet promise.

“Everything here could be ours,” Hazel softly assured you.

You glanced at quilted pillows on the couch, the quite large rug that was tucked under the feet of the seating area. You had no idea what you were expecting when you first entered the sweet cottage but something in you felt safe here. Hazel’s thumbs ran over cheeks as she watched your eyes dart to every square inch of the living area.

The idea of being away from all of your troubles back home was inviting but you had no idea what the outcome of it could be; how enraged your father would be knowing you disappeared into the night. He might even be relieved as he saw you as such a burden to the kingdom as a whole. Blinking out of you crowded head, you focused your attention on the one person that did want you around.

“I believe I was promised the garden view,” you hum, your hands reaching to cup over her wrists.

Hazel chuckled at your words, reluctantly releasing the gentle surface of your skin. You follow her through the, just as the rest of the house, small kitchen to the back door. Twisting the knob to the chipping door, you were met with a fresh scent of a mix of florals and greens, reminding you of baths.

Vines of roses twirled around a wooden arch that led down a path of patches of different vegetables and fruit trees. Without realizing, you took a deep breath at the smell of the lemon and orange tree. The sight of every one of your favorite fruits; including some of which you’ve never seen before, had your mouth salivating.

“My father has a green thumb. Thankfully, it was passed down to me as well,” Hazel beamed at how less tense you were here.

“Where did he even get a hold of some of these?” You kneel down into the green grass, touching over the ripe blackberries.

“One of my father’s friends from when he was training to be a knight also works at the ports. They retrieve seeds from all over the world for a variety of fruits and vegetables. He would drop some off every few months. He stopped a year ago because no one had been living here for quite some time.”

“Then how are these so… fresh?” You question in confusion.

“Well, blackberries,” Hazel slightly grunted as she kneeled down right next to you, pointing at the fruit, “usually take two years to grow before they’re ripe and ready to eat. Most of the things in this garden take a few years to be fully grown.”

You feel embarrassment settle within your chest at your lack of knowledge.

“Sorry. I didn’t know,” you brush your flyaways out of your face, sighing to yourself.

Hazel merely placed a kiss on your temple from her crouched position next to you.

“There will be no more apologies from you. I will teach you everything I know,” she wrapped her arm across the length of your back, placing another kiss to your cheek and then the corner of your mouth.

Flushed in every place imaginable, you turn your neck to capture her lips in yours with need. You cup her jaw gently as your lips move against each other, the twittering of unknown birds and Peanut’s huffs making the scene feel all the more domestic. The consequence of getting caught never crossed your mind; Hazel’s gentle tone and touch clouded over the negativity.

“Everything?” You pull away, breathing against her lips.

“Cooking, gardening, building, archery, work on your combat skills as well,” Hazel teased as her nose rubbed against your own.

You crane your neck back to examine her face, jaw dropping in offense.

“You said I had a good punch.”

“While that is true, you need more than just a single punch, princess,” Hazel explains to you.

You hum in disagreement, standing back up onto your feet.

“Maybe combat isn’t meant for me. I’ll have you protect me instead,” you tease, tracing a finger over the underside of her jaw.

Hazel preened under your touch, blue eyes wide with anticipation. She stood up on her feet eagerly, placing her hands on the waist of your everyday dress. It was laughable how much you enjoyed having her hands on you.

“I’ll always protect you. I’m sworn to it.”

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Imponderabilia (Ciel Phantomhive x Reader)

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ᴀ ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍʜɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ. ɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ ᴄɪᴇʟ, ᴅᴇꜱꜱᴇʀᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪʀʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴇᴍᴘʟᴏʏᴇᴇꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴇᴀ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ɪ ᴛʀʏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴘꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ.

— Good morning, my lord! — [Reader] opened the door.

The view was the same as almost every day. The young lord was sitting in a navy blue, plush armchair and looking through the morning newspaper. He didn't take his eyes off it. He knew she would come. She was punctual. The same couldn't be said about the rest of the residence's staff.

— How are we feeling in the morning?

— Fine — Ciel replied quietly.

For him, it was an extremely elaborate statement. If Sebastian asked him about it, he usually told him to mind his own business. And when the other inhabitants of the estate did this, he preferred not to say anything because they began to get so happy that they would not leave him in peace for the rest of the day.

The girl grabbed the porcelain teapot and started making tea. The amber liquid sparkled in the decorated cup. The girl placed the saucer on a small table.

Phantomhive waited a moment to hear the sound of the door closing but to his surprise he didn't hear it. He looked at the maid. She stood with her back to him, leaning over the silver tray. When she started to turn away, he hid his head behind the printed pages, pretending to be reading.

A plate appeared next to him. An elegant plate full of cookies.

— It's too early for dessert — he said.

— Nonsense! — [Reader] rolled her eyes. — Sebastian is the one who keeps saying things like that. However, I think there is nothing wrong with sweets before dinner. Occasionally.

Ciel looked at the dessert. The baked goods looked average. Crispy, with chocolate pieces. However, their scent tickled his nostrils pleasantly. He felt his mouth water at the thought of tasting them.

— Did you make them today? — The question hung in the air, even though he knew the answer.

— I got up a little earlier. The lord had a hard day yesterday so I thought it would cheer him up. — She smiled.

The boy felt strange for a moment. He knew how much she had to do every day. She woke up long before him to take care of his house. In addition, she also had to correct the mistakes of Baldroy, Mey-Lin and Finnian. Tanaka wasn't that harmful but then again he wasn't very helpful either. Sebastian could arrange everything but she didn't like asking him for help. They tended to stay out of each other's way. Especially since the demon has been getting other tasks lately. Someone finally had to investigate in the queen's name.

And yet the maid denied herself the sleep to make these cookies for him. He felt a tightness somewhere around his heart but he decided to dismiss the ridiculous thought. Nobody cared about him. She did it because it was her job.

— You can take them. — His words were cold. So contrasting to how he felt inside.

— The lord won't eat even one? — She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head.

For a moment the room was filled with silence. She was interrupted by footsteps. Suddenly, the newspaper paragraph was replaced by a girl's hand and a plate.

— Let's play a game. — That caught his attention. He became even more angry with himself. She knew him that well. — Please, taste them, my lord. If you don't like it, I'll leave the residence. Otherwise, I'll bake them whenever I want and you will always have to eat them.

— How do you know I won't lie? — He reached for the cookie.

— I'll take the risk. — The corner of her mouth turned up.

Ciel took a bite. He expected something extraordinary. Sophisticated taste. Secret spice. Amazing texture. None of these things! They were normal. As average as they looked.

As he took another bite, he had an epiphany. He was tricked like a little child. It wasn't about confectionery skills at all. He lost because he expected to fight on a completely different front than the one on which it actually took place.

— They're virulent — he growled.

— I knew it'll be like this. — Her smugness seemed to light up the entire room. For a moment he thought that she looked really nice in the bright light. The glow reflected in her eyes, reminding him of the radiant sun just outside the window. What was he even thinking about?

— Really? — He gritted his teeth.

— You like me too much to throw me out — she said.

She hit the nail on the head.

He felt a blush rising to his pale cheeks. For the first time in a long time, he was lost for words. Ever since she started working here, she had done and said things that made his heart beat faster. She was annoying. At the same time, he didn't want her to stop. He was stuck in a vicious circle and somehow he was in no hurry to change the whole situation. Yet he could fire her at any time.

He couldn't stand her smug expression as she headed towards the exit. He hated losing.

— Play chess with me.

— Chess? — she asked.

— Yes. How many times do I have to repeat? — he sighed irritably.

He placed the pieces in the starting position. If she thought she could just leave after all this, she was sorely mistaken.

[Reader] sat down hesitantly in the chair in front of him. He was pleased to see her slight confusion. She didn't expect this.

The game was going his way. However, he had to admit that his opponent was quite a challenge. The girl thought logically much better than he expected. Once she even managed to trap him in a bad situation. It took him a few moves to realize the trap. However, he managed to recover and was on the way to victory.

Chess was much simpler than life. They had clear and explicit rules. They rewarded the better and punished the worse. Only those who deserved it felt the taste of defeat. Completely different than in reality. A place where nothing was black and white, only shades of gray. Just like their strange relationship.

He moved the knight.

— [Readerrr]! — The door to the room opened with a bang.

Mei-Lin ran through the doorway. Red hair flowed behind her as she crossed the distance between them. Her glasses fell off her nose. She hurriedly picked them up from the floor. Even the carpet couldn't save them. One glass cracked, creating an ugly spiderweb on the surface.

— Oh my, my, my!

— What is it this time? — You could hear the tiredness in [Reader's] voice. The head of the Phantomhive family had no doubt that she had been through this hundreds of times, just as he had before Sebastian showed up. — Garden?  — She got a shake of her head. — Living room? — Same answer again. — So the kitchen… — [Reader] said. She didn't have to look at her co-worker to know she had nailed it. — It was very nice to play... — She was about to get up when the young master's hand gesture stopped her.

— We're not done yet — Ciel said.

— Ah, but... the kitchen! — Mei-Lin said.

— Find Sebastian. He will take care of it. — The lord moved his rook, thus indicating that he considered the conversation to be over.

— But I don't know where he is — the maid whined helplessly.

Phantomhive took a deep breath. Sometimes he really wondered why he kept all these people here. Maybe he should hire someone new?  He exhaled slowly through his nose.

— You worked with him in the living room today, so start in the living room. And if it's not there, keep looking until you find it. Have I made myself clear?

— Y-yes, of course! — The woman ran out, stumbling.

Maybe he was doing something stupid. After all, the kitchen was on fire. He shook his head slightly. Everything in the mansion burned down at least once a week, so it didn't really matter. Besides, why did he have his one hell of butler?

Ciel looked around the board, studying his options. It was basically a formality now but he still waited for her next move. However, only soft snoring answered him. He looked up from the black and white board. [Reader] rested her head against the plush headrest of the chair. Closed eyes and a steadily rising chest could only mean one thing. She fell asleep. How did sleep overwhelm her so quickly?  He had no idea. She must have been really tired. She had been helping him with his documents at night for the last week. However, he didn't think it would bother her so much.

He almost woke her up but then stopped himself. He brushed away a strand of hair that had escaped from her updo, then reached for the blanket lying on the backrest and covered the girl with it.

— Maybe I really like you too much...

He quietly moved towards the door and closed it.

[pedropascallme]

Hi love . I have an idea for pedro ×reader

They had a big fight and they don't talk . When they go to sleep , pedro hugs the reader in bed and apologize . ( loving and romantic)

AN: I hope this is to your liking!!

You didn’t even remember what you were fighting about, but you knew that you were right, and he was wrong. 

It was the middle of January, bitterly cold and dry outside. You had started arguing with Pedro as soon as you had woken up, admittedly in a bad mood for no reason and just looking for something to be mad at. He had left the sliding glass door in the main room of the house slightly open—just by an inch, if even—and a chill had crept throughout the house. The chill had made you feel wilted and grumpy, padding through the house slamming doors and cabinets while Pedro seemed completely ignorant of his misstep. It had been just that; a misstep, a complete accident on his part as he had rushed to crawl into bed with you after a late-night cigarette in the backyard. But it was the perfect opportunity to vent all the built-up anger in your system.

You hadn’t really meant to lash out at him, but you were frustrated and melancholy, and what else could you do in your moment of randomly induced irritation? He had asked what was wrong and you snapped back at him to “go away,” to “leave me alone, goddammit.” You seethed and moped for the rest of the day, huddling in the comfort of your bed while Pedro, not wanting to push and respecting the boundary you had set in your frenzied moment of outrage, found things to do around the house in order to stay out of your way.

When night had fallen and you had realized you had spent the whole day isolated in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, you felt a pang of guilt, followed by one of hunger. You tried to make your way out of your room and into the kitchen, but the regret of having been so randomly cruel to Pedro earlier in the day grew, and all you could do was sit on the floor and continue wallowing in self-pity. 

The door opened slowly, and the creak of the wood reminded you that the hinges needed to be fixed. Pedro strode in holding a bag of takeout and set it down on the floor beside you before sitting to face you on the bedroom floor. You were both quiet as he placed a hand on your knee.

“Querida,” he whispered, “what’s wrong?”

You looked at him through the tears that swelled in your eye, trying to put words to feelings. “I’m sorry. For, for yelling at you this morning.”

“Baby…”

“And for walling myself in all day and not telling you why I was mad and not apologizing sooner and—” He cut off your rambling by sliding himself closer to you and dropping a kiss on your head. He had himself hunched over you, knees on the hard wood and you knew he would feel it in the morning.

“Apology accepted.”

“But you don’t even know why I was mad.” You sniffed and wrapped your arms around his.

“So tell me.”

“You left the door open. The sliding door, it was open this morning, and it was cold. And I woke up angry and that made me madder.” You leaned your weight into him, and he lifted you up and onto the bed, letting you fully curl into him.

“I’m sorry I left the door open,” he put his palm over your cheek, “I’m sorry, baby, I am.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I am. I promise I’ll make sure it’s closed next time. I’ll lock it, even.” He wrapped himself around you, and you felt genuinely warm for the first time all day.

“I promise I’ll talk to you next time I get pissed off for no reason.” You mumbled into him.

“Look at us, problem solvers!” He chuckled, and you felt the vibrations through your cheek where it was lying on his chest. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. 

“I got you dinner.” He sat up and reached for the bag of takeout, gently dropping it on the bed.

“You didn’t have to.”

“You haven’t eaten all day.”

“I could’ve made myself something.”

“Too late.” He tore the bag open and took everything out, handing you a fork and a container. You propped yourself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and Pedro followed suit, reaching an arm over your shoulders and letting you lean on it. You moved in closer to him, relishing in the proximity. 

“How was your day?” You asked between mouthfuls.

“Well, my girlfriend yelled at me—” He laughed and you nuzzled your face into his neck. 

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Runaway 5

Summary: Logan reaches his breaking point when he finds out Scott touched you

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Parings: Logan Howlett x Hybrid!Reader

Warnings: (Individual warnings per chapter) This is a dark chapter. Language, blood, violence. This will be a non-con fic starting in future chapters.

Word Count: 4419 (Find all chapters here) CH6

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P.P.S I mean it, this is going to be very violent.

“Good Morning sugar glider.”

“Wade, that is a completely different animal.” You giggle, pouring yourself a glass of lemonade that Logan had bought from the store for you, who, by the way, was currently snoring like a pig on Wade's couch, a fluffy pinkie pie blanket laying over him.

“Still cute…” He mumbles, one side of his lips quirking up as he stays quiet enough so even Logan's dreams can’t hear him speaking to you.

“Wade hush, you know Logan doesn’t like it when you flirt…” You whisper, taking a big sip from your glass and scrunching your nose at the sour taste.

“Is he your boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Then it shouldn’t bother him.”

“Wade, he just cares…” You mumble, and Logan stretches on the couch, sitting up, and immediately looking down at his body, searching for you, but looking behind him when he can’t find you.

“Bambi?” He groans as he sits up, his age showing. You skip over to him like an excited child waiting for their birthday present, grabbing your hairbrush from the table.

“Goodmornin Logan!” You say excitedly, sitting on your knees and heels next to him on the couch.

“Good morning Bambi…” He yawns a little, draping his arms over the back of the couch as you wiggle the hairbrush in front of him.

“Well.” Wade says from the kitchen, making your ear twitch as you look back at him. “I have some important business to tend to…” You watch as he shoves a cupcake from God knows where into his mouth. “So, you and your guard dog get to watch the house. I’d say Al could, but you know. She isn’t the best at watching.”

“I can hear you, you fucking asshole!”

“She does a great job at listening though.”

“Where are you going?” You wonder, and you feel Logan's hand suddenly resting on your thigh.

“Just some uh… unfinished business. I’ll be back tonight.” He nods at Logan, sort of in a ‘calm the fuck down’ way. You turn back around to look at Logan, and his eyes drift down to you, his mouth closing as if mid sentence, and you grip the hair brush a little tighter in your palm.

“Okay…” You look back at Wade, who’s patting himself for something. “Well we’ll see you later then… Bye Wade…” You curl up a little against Logan, and he tries to take the hairbrush from you, but you snatch your hand away and give him an angry look, making his eyebrows quirk, a smirk rising to his face that tells you he’s unimpressed.

“Bye you two…” He passes by you two on the couch and makes his way for the door, swinging it open before closing it behind him.

“Let me see the brush honey.”

“No.” You shoot back almost immediately and you watch as his chest moves up and down with a deep breath. “Why’re you so mean to Wade?”

“I’m anasshole to everyone, Bambi.”

“Especially Wade.”

“Just hand me the brush, we can talk about this later.” He holds his hand out again, and you hand it to him, a frown on your face. “Come on, down.” He points at the floor between his legs, and you get down between them, his hands automatically moving over your hair with the brush gliding through your tangles.

“Why can’t we just talk about it now?”

“Baby, I just woke up.” You hear a growl come from the back of his throat.

“So did I, but I wanna hear about it.”

“Well that’s just too bad.”

“Logan-”

“No.”

“Logan I- Ow!” His hand suddenly grips onto a bundle of your hair and he pulls it, making you follow the pain to sit up more on your knees, your back leaning further against the couch between his legs and you look at him as he leans forward.

“I said no. Did you forget what no means?” He growls, gripping your hair tighter when you don’t answer. “I asked a fucking question.”

“Yes… Wait. No.” You whimper, tears brimming your eyes as your fingers wrap around his wrist, trying to urge him to let go.

“Then what part of it do you not understand?” He moves his hand to wrap more around your hair, pulling even harder, and it felt like your scalp would be bleeding.

“I’m sorry-” Your voice shakes, fingers now clawing at his wrist. “Please, I won’t ask again…” You start to cry, hiccuping a little.

“If you ask again, I’m going to do much worse than this…” He warns, letting you back down, and loosening his grip on your hair, but he keeps holding it, knowing you would try to crawl away.

“M’sorry…” You whisper, and you feel the brush move through your hair again, his hand moving away from your re-tangled locks, some tears running down your cheeks.

“Don’t do it again…” He growls quietly, and Wade's bedroom door opens before Althea comes out and heads straight for the kitchen fridge, feeling around in the back of it.

“Where the fuck are my cupcakes? I bought two…”

You were lucky. Getting out of the house to hang out with Ororo. She had stopped by the house and knocked on the door just before Logan went to the bathroom to take a shower, and she wondered if you’d be able to hang out, just you and her since Jean canceled on her, which she had apparently expected.

“I mean yea, if it’s just you.” Logan told her, looking back at you with a nod of approval, followed by you quickly tying on your shoes and springing to your feet with a big smile on your face to move next to Ororo.

“I’ll have her back around when the mall closes.” She promised, and you gave Logan a big hug before following her to her car, hopping in the passenger seat, then you watched cars fly by on the way to the mall.

“Alright, see anything you liked?” Ororo comes up to you, some sweaters in her hands that she planned on buying as she watches you look at some clothes.

“No…”

“You’re being quiet.” She chuckles, gently flicking your nose.

“Sorry, usually Logan goes shopping for me, I’m not used to it.”

“Well, are there any clothes you’ve been wanting that Logan won’t get for you?” She walks backwards for a moment, urging you to follow her before turning around to walk straight to the counter and buy her arms full of clothing.

“No… I haven’t been here.”

“Jesus, that asshole keeps you locked up like a puppy in kennel training.” She mumbles, smiling at the cashier as he rings up her items.

“He’s not an asshole…”

“Oh yes he is Bambi.” She takes out her wallet to pay. “Are you hungry?” She turns to look at you as she hands her card to the man behind the counter.

“A little.” She takes her card back as the machine beeps, and she takes her bags.

“Well, let's go find the food court.” She walks ahead of you, and you do a little jog to make it back to her side, your eyes scanning the different people in the mall.

It made you a little self conscious, maybe even a little uncomfortable. The looks you got from normal people. Looking down on you for the big deer ears on the sides of your head and the tip of the deer tail that was peeking out of the sweater you’d stolen from Logan's clothes.

You were getting weird looks from children for fucks sake, and it only made you feel worse as you stayed close to Ororos side.

“Hey, you alright Bambi?” She wonders,wrapping her arm around your shoulder, and she follows your awkward gaze, your arms crossed embarrassingly over your stomach.

“I don’t like being here.”

“Hey, this isn’t a mutant free space, it says mutants are allowed here.”

“Yea, but everyone still stares…”

“I’d stare too.” She pauses, and you look up at her. “You’re unique. It’s not often you see a hybrid in public.” She tells you, holding you closer. “Especially one that's considered a mammal. Plus, you’re with me, so people know you’re not a bad one. Also did I mention.” She leads you into the food court, the smell of pretzels and pizza smacking you in the face. “Hybrids, they aren’t nearly as hated as mutants.” She shrugs, leading you to one of the little sandwich stands. “And that’s because they’re cute.” She boops your nose, letting go of your shoulders, and you both stand in the line.

“They are very cute.” Your ear twitches at the familiar voice, and her arm wraps around your shoulder. “Didn’t know you’d be here.” Jean smiles down at you.

“You canceled?” Ororo looks over at her.

“Yea, then I canceled what I canceled for and your location said you were here anyways. Guess you replaced me pretty easily, huh?” She jokes, and you look down at her other hand to see she was attached to Scott, and he nods at you as a hi.

“Did I hurt your feelings? I hope I did.” Ororo teases, and Jean lets go of both you and Scott to stand on the other side of Ororo, Scott moving a little closer to you, and the line only moves forward by a few people. Why was it so busy in the sandwich line of all lines?

“Never thought I’d see you away from Logan.” Scott tells you, quiet enough so the other two girls couldn’t hear your conversation.

“Well, we're not glued together.”

“Oh I know, he just likes to keep you in his pocket is all…” You open your mouth to argue back, but he was right. “Mhm, that’s what I thought.” His hand reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m not arguing with that…”

“On my side? Or his side.”

“I’m definitely not taking sides.” You chuckle a little, and he shrugs, a smile forming on his lips.

“Scared to take mine?”

“Scared to leave his…” You admit, and he tilts his head.

“Are you okay…?”

“What do you guys think?” Jean suddenly interrupts, looking over Ororo to find both of your eyes. “Or were you not listening?”

“We weren’t listening.” You both say at once.

“Do you guys wanna go to the spa? Cause if not you can both go look around the mall and hang out while me and Ororo do.” She asks, and Ororo nudges her a little.

“Yea I don’t wanna go to a spa.” Your tail tucks a little, the last thing you wanted was some random person touching you.

“And obviously I don’t” Scott shrugs, and you all finally make it to the front of the line.

“What can I get for you four?” Some teenager asks, looking at Jean first.

“Can I get the turkey special?”

“And for me the ham special.”

“I'll take a chicken.” Scott answers last, and you don’t say anything.

“Bambi, what do you like?” Jean asks you, and you stare at the menu.

“She’ll have a Cubano, I think she’d love that.” Scott tells the kid, and you internally thank him.

“Alright, that's one turkey special, one ham special, a chicken, and then one Cubano?” Ororo nods, and she takes out her wallet again, sticking the card in the paying machine and taking it back out when it beeps, then she hands the card to you.

“Here, you and Scott go have some fun and explore while Jean and I go to the spa once we get the sandwiches.” You take the card, mouthing a thank you before putting it in the back of your phone and the four of you step aside.

Once the sandwiches are ready, Jean and Ororo say bye before heading to the spa, Scott leading you in a different direction. You knew Logan wouldn’t be happy if he knew Scott was there, that he would be absolutely pissed if he knew. But you also didn’t want the three of them to know that. They were already worried about his possessiveness as is, and the last thing you wanted was him keeping you from hanging out with them at all. He’d be mad at Ororo too, thinking that she lied to him.

Again…

“So, what do you wanna check out first?” Scott wonders, making it his turn to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

“Um… I don’t know what there is.”

“Well, I could show you one of the dress stores, maybe you could try some on for me?” He offers, bringing his hand down to take yours after looking back to make sure Jean was gone. You look down at your hands, and your heart skips a beat. It felt as if Logan was watching you, like the second your hands touched, some invisible fucking flame just went through your body and told you to fucking sock Scott in the face. But you liked Scott, he was trying to include you, trying to make you feel special.

“Sure!” You try to smile, trying to seem excited and not at all cracked out nervous.

“Awesome, I’m just gonna head to the restroom, then I’ll get back to you, okay?” He lets go of your hand as you nod, and he walks into one of the restrooms that come up. Another man enters almost immediately after him with a covering of his head, and your ears twitch.

He smelled familiar.

Of course he wasn’t gonna let you go to the mall with Ororo without some sort of protection. Aka, him watching over you.

“Now where are you going? You’re supposed to be helping with this.” Althea waves over at the half finished desk, some screws in the wrong holes.

“I know.” He growls out, and Althea ‘looks’ at him (the wall) through her blind glasses at his tone. “I just want to check on Bambi.”

“Let the damned girl enjoy herself for once damnit.” She talks to the wall as Logan throws on his thick flannel, grabbing his truck's keys from the coffee table.

“She won’t even know I’m there Althea.” He growls again, then tosses the door open to leave, the sound of some wood falling to the floor the last he hears as Althea calls out ‘motherfucker.’

He was watching you. A hat pulled low over his head. Yea, he was a little pissed when Jean and Scott suddenly showed up, but he calmed down as he heard the surprise in Ororos voice. She didn’t expect Jean to still suddenly show up. And she definitely didn’t expect Scott.

He watched as Scott ordered for you, a smile being brought on your face that made him want to strangle you both at the same time. You shouldn’t be able to smile at anyone that way except him. Then he stood up as you all separated, you moving with Scott.

Then he touched you.

He put his fucking arm around you, and Logan felt his rage run through him like a freight train, his fists clenching at his sides, claws coming out just a little before going back into his skin. If he had stared any harder, his veins would be popping out of his neck.

He fucking touched you.

And it wasn’t just his arm around your shoulders. No.

He fucking grabbed your hand.

And you didn’t do anything about it.

He was fucking pissed.

He walks past you, making sure the hat stays covering his face to stay unrecognized as he swings open the bathroom door, letting it close behind him as he moves to the side, letting another man leave the bathroom. Leaving the two of them alone…

The clink of metal and the sound of the AC is the only thing that can be heard in the bathroom as Logan waits for Scott to leave the stall. And once he does, he immediately freezes, watching as Logan takes the hat off his head, setting it down on a sink.

“Howlett?” Scotts voice shakes a little. Logan hadn’t even done anything yet, but just him being there was enough to send waves of fear through his body for some reason, prickles of goosebumps shooting through his arms. If he was a dog, he was sure the hair on the back of his neck would be standing up.

“Scott…” He growls, slowly stalking towards him, and Scott only takes steps back, his hands instinctively being thrown up in defense.

“Wanna fucking explain that shit?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me…” His claws suddenly shoot out, his fists clenching tight as his nails dig into his skin.

“I didn’t-”

Logan lunges forward, his claws pointing out in front of him, but they just stab into the wood of the thin stall doors. Scott was fast enough to close it and lock it.

“Open the fucking door!” He growls out, ripping the metal extensions out of the stall before banging the side of his fist on the flat surface, the entire wall of stalls shaking with the force.

“Calm the fuck down!”

“Don’t you fucking tell me to calm down!” He growls back, kicking at the stall and the hinges creak a little, the wall vibrating again, threatening to fall over.

Meanwhile, you were outside, your ears perking up at the sound of yelling and banging, frozen in place as you debated running in there.

“Open this fucking stall door RIGHT now!” Logan's fist clenched back down at his sides. “Or I swear on your motherfucking life I will tear this cheap piece of shit of it’s hinges and my fucking claws will find their way into your fucking throat…-” He growls out, some spit coming out of his mouth and landing on the door in front of him.

“I’m not fucking coming out after you just-”

That was all he needed to say. Logan suddenly punches the door, hard, pounding a hole through the cheap wood before punching the other side as well, making two holes big enough for him to reach through them and tear at the door, Scott taking the time he’s distracted to hop over the stall, using the urinal as a ladder to get over the side of it.

Logan grips the sides of the stall with his fists, using barely a little of his fueled up adrenaline to rip the door off more than just the hinges, the wood stuck in the tile floor ripping out a little. He looks inside of the stall after throwing the door aside, watching as it crumples off parts of the tile wall and they clatter to the ground.

Scott knew it would be pointless to fight back, considering Logan would just heal right back up.

“Where the fuck did you go you fucking pussy?” Logan moves one stall to the right, Scott being quiet as he locks the stall to the left of the destroyed one, before crawling over the wall again, slowly making his way further and further to the right. But all he was doing was pumping Logan full of more anger. He was sure to do more than just hurt Scott at this point.

He swings open all of the stalls to the left, some of them flying off their hinges as he kicks them open before he storms over to the ones on the right.

“I’m not playing these fucking games…” He mumbles, going into one of the stalls with a door and closing it, locking it behind him.

Then he kicks at the wall itself, next to the door. And Scott freezes up in the corner of the handicap stall he was cowering away in.

He kicks it again, and the entire wall of stalls seems to creak as they all threaten to fall. But he kicks it again, and this time he hears the wall holding it up crack as the bars come loose.

Then he kicks it again.

The loud crash was enough for you to make up your mind. A few heads turning and walking towards the bathroom but you’re faster as you swing the door open and force it shut and locked behind you, just in time to see Scott be thrown from one side of the bathroom to another, the force throwing him unseen by you as a wall blocks your sight. Scotts back crashing into the wall and you hear his bones crack as he comes in contact with the wall, and pained groan leaving his lips as your feet move on their own to run up to him, but a large hand grabs your shoulder and throws you to the side, your own back hitting a different wall.

“Get the fuck out…” Logan's voice growls, and the fear you were feeling before suddenly clicks in your mind, but you don’t move as you watch him crouch down, grabbing the collar of Scotts shirt before picking him up to his feet and slamming him against the wall.

“Bambi-” Scott groans out, trying to make you leave, but Logan's entire hand suddenly grabs Scotts’ face, lifting his head off the wall before harshly slamming it back against the wall, some blood spurting around the white tile, and your eyes widen in fear.

“Get the FUCK out!” Logan looks down at you, and you flinch at his tone, still unmoving. Then he lets go of Scott, dropping him to the floor before approaching you now. He bends down, his hand gripping around your ear, but just as he’s about to pick you up, he growls and lets go, suddenly tumbling to the floor and Scott grabs your hand, lifting you up quickly and you lose your balance for a moment before catching yourself.

“Get out…” Scott tells you, and he screams, turning back towards Logan as three claws are suddenly poking through the flesh of his arm, high enough so you can see the outline of the three tendrils through Scotts skin. “AH!” He screams louder, and Logan throws him again, pulling his claws out of Scotts skin and blood drips and spurts from his arm, spilling onto the floor. “GET OUT!” Scott screams again, but he’s met with Logan grabbing his shirt, slamming him against the exit, his fist colliding with Scott's face a few times before he grabs his shirt and slams him against it again, then he backs up and kicks his stomach, Scott hurling up blood as it drips down his skin and the door suddenly flies open, sending Scott flying to the middle of the open mall, some people screaming as they quickly move out of the way and watch in terror as Logan stalks back over to Scott, you peeking from inside of the bathroom still.

You stare down at Scott who’s curled up in pain on the floor, the meat on his jaw torn open from the force of Logan’s punches, the crack in his bone visible as his jaw hangs slack, his lips apart, some teeth obviously missing and fallen to the floor; covered in blood and coating his face with a mixture of spit and his vitals.

“Bambi what the fuck-!” Ororo grabs you and pulls you back a little, standing in front of you like a shield suddenly.

You keep staring over her shoulder, watching as Logan digs his claws into Scotts side.

He didn’t have enough strength now in his body to bother moving. The pain in his jaw was unbearable, like someone had stuck a thousand needles into his throbbing muscles before punching his mandible and breaking each pinpoint, spreading the little pins throughout his face. It was already bruising, swelling red and visibility throbbing, and he screams in agony as he tries to close his teeth, biting down on the numbness of his cheek, but the scream only brings him more pain, the opening of his broken jaw sending fluctuating pain through his skin, and it made him feel light headed and cold.

He barely even notices it when Logan starts attacking his sides, digging his claws into his abdomen before pulling them out and stuffing them back into him over and over again.

People scream in the crowd, some people tearing their phones out of their pockets and shouting things like ‘somebody help him’ and ‘is that Wolverine?’

Oh yea…

He wasn’t brought into public yet. It wasn’t exactly easy to ask the press to make a video telling the entire world that yes, Logan is dead. But happy birthday, we got another.

Anyways.

His claws continue their assault, stabbing in and out of Scott until his flesh is torn apart and obscene noises blur out the gasps and words of stand-by-ers.

Obviously Ororo wasn’t stupid enough to help Scott. Logan would rip them both apart. She just half hopes that Jean would come around and get into the fuckers mind.

But no, they all instead watch as he tears Scott apart, piece by piece as gummy like chunks of his large intestine fly out of his body on Logan's claws and land somewhere else on the tile. It wasn’t even just murder anymore, it was full fledged hatred.

Scott was already dead, he was lying under Logan, twitching as parts of his organs are strewn about, Logan still savagely tearing into his stomach now and parts of his chicken sandwich are ripped from his stomach, leaking and coated with blood down what’s left of his skin.

“Logan!” You cry out, fearful eyes of innocent people landing on you, Ororos hand holding you back as Logan's claw digs into Scotts chest. “LOGAN!” You scream again, this time pushing past Ororo who tries to grab at you, missing by just an inch as you run to Logan's side, but just as you’re about to grab his arm just before it plunges back into Scotts chest…

Jeans finally shows up, hurling herself at you before you can touch the feral animal ripping into poor Scott like an actual wolverine would rip into a rabbit, easily tearing flesh and ripping through bone.

His hand leaves Scotts chest again and he stands up, looking down at you and Jean, Jean lying on top of you protectively, something pulsating in his hands.

“Logan-” He squeezes, blood exploding and spattering Jeans face and part of your face in Scotts red blood. Then his eyes roll a little, as if dizzy, and you look over to see Jean concentrating, relaxing only a little when Logan falls to the floor with a thump…

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