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bisexualbigboybf! x THICC!male reader

summary: manifesting my future husband

notes: THANKS FOR 1k ppl dem! BEEN IN DRAFTS FOR A WHILE. i think there needs to be some more love + appreciation for bi men and big boys so i amalgamated the two. not a fetish y’all, just a preference, they be taking care of my inner princess and for that i will ALWAYS be grateful. a lot of feminisation in this one so tread carefully. it’s a lil messy (jumps in tenses and stuff like that) but i litch couldn’t focus without getting too excited. ENJOY MY HEARTS.

song rec: normani - big boy (feat. starrah)

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your big boy bf didn’t think he had a chance with you at first, nor did he even want one. at first he hated you, watching how all the other men in your life were one flirty conversation away from having a piece of your juicy ass, and how the girls envied and coveted your thick hourglass figure. your sweet personality sickened him ; you made sure to give them your gym routine and your diet, being the beauty guru you were. but what he realised, was not that he hated you, but that he hated not having you. when he realised this, he needed you, more than anything.

you embodied a refreshing style of hyper femininity that made you all the more attractive to your bi man. seeing your body in its thick glory made him love himself more. how your belly added to your voluptuous figure, your plump cheeks, and fleshy muscle surrounding your chest and thighs, he was mesmerised by your form. you were, in his eyes, divine. little did he know that you had fallen first; his broad shoulders, strong biceps and pudgy belly practically had you ovulating. your gigantic teddy bear, standing at a foot taller than you, had a heart of gold and this protective aura around him, enamoured you.

when you debuted your relationship online, you were met with a flurry of mainly positive responses. yeah sure there were the odd few denouncing your femininity and body shaming y’all, but you ignored them because you don’t have to convince the world that you’re THEE baddie b and your man is the sexiest mf to ever exist.

luvagoalz: they are literally the embodiment of the wattpad height difference. I NEED.

user222: y/n getting dicked down DAILY by a giant is so girlboss of him.

sza: bestie got himself a big boy - y/n send me the deets for the wedding.

your bf is a huge gym rat and when you two became exclusive, your already voluptuous figure became all the more defined with his help. you were flawless. you love seeing him in the gym, sweating as the veins in his forearms pop out making him look so attractive. he definitely enjoys your company there, teasingly rubbing his bulge against your ass and face when no one was watching. his exhibitionist kink goes crazy seeing how beautifully your workout clothes hug your butt and cinch your waist. he used to be slightly insecure about his stretch marks but after a cool down session, and you complimenting them like lightning bolts imprinted on his skin, he felt superhuman. you always knew what to say to make him feel better.

he’s so protective of you. always sleeps on the side closest to the door and isn’t afraid to send someone to hospital if they even look at you the wrong way, or in a manner he doesn’t like. in his mind he’s seeded you and you’re literally carrying his kids and thus it’s his responsibility to protect you. it’s almost primal. he isn’t controlling or anything, but finds it incredibly important to remind you that with him you are completely safe.

they say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, and boy was that the case during your talking stage. it was perfect; you love to cook and so he’s more than happy to try your baked goods. your boyfriend loves his sleep on the weekends and so in true house husband fashion you often prepare breakfast in an apron with your thick cheeks hanging out from behind. one day he woke up to the sweet smell of you making his favourite. groggily stumbling into the kitchen, he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, long dick swinging out of his briefs as he advanced towards you.

‘good morning love.’ his deep voice sent shivers down your spine as he kissed the words into your neck. he held onto the groove of your hips, caressing your lower back with the tip of his index finger and watched as you writhed beneath him. ‘babe, what are you doing up? you need your sleep, you’ve been working so hard lately.’ you said, breathing haphazardly as he ground himself into you. ‘i missed you. and i want my morning kisses.’ beginning to untie your apron he turned you around, and removed the lace from around your neck. hiking you up on the table top, the heat of your bare ass, that his dick previous massaged into you, was cooled by the granite. you wrapped your legs around him, as your hands stroked his beard. wiping that shit eating grub off of his face, your lips came closer to his own, as you could feel his heartbeat in his throat - this man is so in love with you. the kiss lasted quite a while, precum staining the opening of his boxers and pooling on your thighs. you knew that you were about to be fucked dumb and so you turned of the hob to avoid burning the house down. the fire inside y’all was more than enough to keep you going.

your man doesn’t fully realise his own strength. he was very hesitant to have sex with you for a while and mostly stopped at groping you before his dick got too hard to ignore. so, for your first time, he had to refrain literally ripping your clothes to get to the prize of your nudity. he absolutely loves seeing you (try to) deepthroat. the reason? his size kink goes insane when you attempt to take his gigantic package. this man is LONG and GIRTHY, capable of splitting you in half and abusing all your spots with ease. the veiny sausage he’s packing could do some serious damage but he held back when it came to your first couple times with him.

he always takes time to ensure that your safe and comfortable. initially his size intimidated you, your mannerisms connoting your subtle anxiety. he kissed the fear out of you, reassuringly saying, ‘you know I would never do anything to hurt you.’

your boyfriend is the KING of consent, always ensuring that you want his big cock just as much as he wants to feel the warmth of your boy pussy. one day whilst he was working from home, he noticed you squirming like an omega in heat. he sighed and smirked. ‘d’you want me to fuck you?’ he burst out. already used to his blunt disposition, you nodded. advancing closer towards you, staring down at the desperation in your face, he stroked your hair. ‘use your words y/n, i wanna hear how badly you want it.’ his charisma practically had you high. ‘I need you, please.’ you began to undo the string that held up his joggers, as he removed his tshirt. ‘i can never say no to my baby boy.’ he smiled, pants bunching at his ankles as he slowly railed on the edge of your shared bed.

he encourages you to take him fully each time, praising you because no one else had been able to take him past halfway. ‘i know baby, i know, do it one more time for me.’ he said endearingly, wiping the tears from your face as his dick invaded your throat.‘THERE IT ISSS UGH FUCK! i love your mouth.’ he cooed.

equally, your bf is the only man you’ve been with that’s been able to satisfy you sexually. you steered clear from all the men who were only interested in your body and not your heart and so you had very minimal experience outside of toys and your hands. the few you may or may not have been with were damn near clueless. on the other hand…your man has had plenty of hoe phases. it sly bugged you how he’d been intimate with a greater number you could’ve imagined but all that disappeared when he first made love to you. the best thing about him is that he can handle allat that ass. despite the clear size difference this doesn’t stop you from being a FREAK. He even encourages it. loving your thick globes of ass flesh kiss his lower belly as you push back and twerk all over his dick. his favourite part of your shape are your hips. he wants to breed you full of his children.

whenever he says ‘fuck yeah baby, back that shit up.’ it sends you orbital. it’s well known that the two of you share a huge affinity for doggy. the way you stroke his pudginess while he rails you in that position has become a safety mechanism - one that he has learnt to make the experience all the more enjoyable. with one hand holding you up (realistically struggling to, under the sheer passion of his fucking) and the other one bent behind your back fingering his belly button. his huge dick borderline tears you open and by grabbing onto him makes you feel safe. he usually recognises that it’s getting a bit too much when your moans become screams, and you get tighter. and as much as he loves seeing you overstimulated and fucked out on his cock, he doesn’t wanna break you (completely). so he slows down, soothing your pain with sweet nothings and his large hands massaging your ass cheeks.

for him personally though, he loves to smush you underneath his weight. in prone bone, he has direct access to your ear, whispering words of affirmation but degrading you with the grip of his arms around your neck. his beard hair softly touching your cheek, causing a wave of bliss to hit you, always gets him going. he knows you love hearing him praise you; his grunts are so delectable, a symphony with the percussion of him clapping tf outta your cheeks. as you whine like a lil bitch, they become guttural, like an alpha in his rut. the carnal passion of your heavier and rougher sessions reveal a callous side to his possessive nature. dangerous how much it turns you on.

words can’t really describe how much you love his stomach, happy trail adorning his belly, and riding him offers you the opportunity to see allat that on a platter. his smirk as he tries to contain his excitement that your his and only his.

on the topic of eye contact, you’re favourite mutual position is definitely missionary - your bf adores every inch of you. how your body becomes compliant. your hole crafted to take his big dick. the way it pierces through the walls of your pussy, massaging your gumminess. he sometimes drools from how lost he can be in the experience. ‘take my cock, yhhh baby, fuckkkk.’

slowing down his jack hammering pace, he’d lean forward with his low hanging balls rutting into you agonizingly slow.

‘you like that shit, huh baby? yeah? loving on my dick so well.’ whispering as he begins to mark your collarbone. then moving upwards onto your neck, massaging your previously pummeled throat as you looked up, desperate to kiss him. he exhales into your mouth, breathing life into you that he had taken away with his hard thrusts. his softness escaped as quickly as it arose, thrusting his entire load into you.

‘shit’ you scream as he laughs hoarsely, the rasp in his voice a melting honey.

in the same position, you love his cum face. something about how his eye and nose scrunch as he pants and grunt deeply. his beard ticking your chin. it also allows him to be vulnerable with you. he would hold your head cradling it with an affection rivalled only by how sweetly his tip kisses your prostate with each lengthy thrust. when he first enters, he’s checking to see if your okay, if you want more lube. you say no. legs just above his hips, you bring your hand to stroke his beard as he concentrates on directing his dick in a way that doesn’t make him cum immediately upon re entry.

‘i love you.’ you say getting all emotional from how well he’s treating you. ‘I love you too y/n.’ he leans down for more kisses as your hand now snakes around the back of his head.

he stops, letting you catch your breath, playing with your hair and caressing your face lovingly. your arms drop immediately at the warmth of his touch. he lifts and cradles your head, a delicacy opposing his rough demeanour.

‘I fucking love you,’ your bf grunts, placing forehead kisses, panting, as he starts moving faster. your legs now wrapped tightly around his abdomen like a vice. he plants both hands behind your head, balling his fists at either side of your head to create the perfect foundation to fuck you hard. brings one of his hands to cradle your hair and to bring your head closer to his. your temples meet ensuring that you’re so close and intimate. the man brings his body up, still inside you, collects your legs together, one leg on each shoulder holding onto the thick flesh of your upper thighs, allowing you to adjust, before toppling over onto you again to get deeper inside your pussy. later, moving his hands up to behind your knees, his rugged fingertips grip the flesh of your hamstrings.

your boyfriend brings his fingers up to stroke your cheeks and remove the hair sticking to your face. he’s growling at his need to go ham, but he exercises self-control as a means to take care of you. however, what he doesn’t realise is that his painfully slow strokes transport you to a utopia of bodily ecstasy.

he ABSOLUTELY loves seeing the imprint of his girthy cock in your stomach, pressing down on it to add to your respective pleasures. and when you both reach the top of the mountain, the visual of you being completely fucked out on his huge pole, as it protrudes through your stomach which is now decorated with your own personal release, makes him wanna rail you again. and again. until you pass out or his dick becomes limp. the latter would never happen because wherever you are, that cocks gonna be UP.

aftercare is so underrated with him. in his past relationships, it was usually a hit and quit it situation - his words not mine. thus he didn’t really know what to do at first. he’s so used to hookup culture, that he never bothered. but with you, he knew he had to change; one, because he knew you’d never let him near you again if he didn’t take care of you, but mainly two, because you were his and he had a responsibility to cherish you. considering you literally couldn’t walk and body was limp, your man needed to ensure you were taken care of. though he always reassures you, you make sure to do the same. the first time you spooned him he slept like a baby. BIG BOYS NEED CUDDLES TOO Y’ALL.

he gets really apologetic, constantly asking ‘did I go to rough.’ as he massages the bruises on your hips. sometimes feels guilty that he fucks you too hard. You put his mind at ease telling him that you do like it. your bubble butt and tight hole were made to take his cock.

this still doesn’t stop him from confessing to you; ‘baby, I’m so sorry.’ he kisses your skin. ‘when I see that ass if yours jiggle, it drives me crazy, I just can’t stop.’ it often leads to him overcompensating. as the his cum seeps out of your obliterated cunt. he just wants to make you feel safe. the same safety he feels when he’s with you.

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Snowy logs

short drabble

featuring. leon s kennedy x pregnant!reader

just fluffy protective leon and that’s all

Leon had always been protective of you, but lately, since finding out you were pregnant, he’d taken it to a new level. Every time you even hinted at stepping outside, he’d insist on doing it for you. And now, with the safe haven up in the snowy mountains of Canada, surrounded by blankets of snow and icy air, he was even more adamant.

Bundled in a thick coat, Leon stood outside, splitting logs in the crisp air. His breath puffed out in soft clouds, and each swing of the axe echoed through the snowy landscape. From the warmth of the cabin, you could see the determined expression on his face. It was a mixture of focus and knowing how he was, genuine worry for you.

After watching him for a few minutes, you couldn’t help but feel the need to be with him. It was freezing outside, but the cabin felt too quiet, and besides, a little fresh air never hurt anyone. With some effort, you wrapped yourself up in your warmest coat, tugging your hat down over your ears and your scarf around your neck. Stepping outside, the cold air bit into your cheeks, but it felt refreshing.

As soon as Leon caught sight of you, he paused mid-swing. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he called, dropping the axe immediately. “What are you doing out here? You’re supposed to be inside, staying warm!”

You grinned at his exaggerated concern. “I just came to keep you company,” you said, walking carefully across the snowy ground towards him. “You look like you could use a little break.”

He put his hands on his hips, shaking his head. “Babe, it’s freezing out here, and you’re five months pregnant. You’re not exactly built for chopping wood right now.”

“Maybe I’m not here to chop wood,” you replied, trying to stifle a laugh. “Maybe I just wanted to help a little, hold the logs for you or something.”

Leon’s eyes widened in horror. “Hold the logs? Absolutely not! I don’t need you holding anything out here in this cold.” He came over, gently guiding you back towards the porch. “Your only job right now is staying warm and taking care of yourself. And our baby,” he added with a soft smile, his hand resting protectively on your belly.

You placed your hand over his and looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with affection. “You worry way too much. I’m fine, really. It’s just some snow and fresh air.”

Leon sighed, tucking a loose strand of your hair back under your hat. “Fresh air can be enjoyed from the comfort of the porch,” he replied, but you could see the smile tugging at his lips. “Come on, I’m serious. Let me finish up here, and I’ll be right inside with you. I don’t want you getting sick or slipping out here. You know how clumsy you can get.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, did you just call me clumsy?”

He let out a soft chuckle, rubbing his hands together to warm them. “I’m not saying it’s your fault,” he teased. “But you did manage to trip over that log just last week. And that was indoors.”

Rolling your eyes, you playfully nudged him. “Maybe you should be more careful where you leave things, then, Mr. Kennedy.”

Leon smiled, catching your hand in his as he pulled you closer. “See, this is why you should be inside right now. You’re too adorable out here, and it’s distracting me from my very important log-splitting duties.”

You shook your head but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re ridiculous. It’s just wood, Leon. It’s not like you’re saving the world this time.”

He tilted his head, giving you a look. “I don’t know…feels like I’m keeping two of my favorite people safe right now. That’s pretty close.”

Your heart melted at that, and you hugged him, feeling the warmth of his arms around you even through your thick coats. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then another to your cheek, lingering for a moment before speaking softly. “Why don’t you go back inside, sit by the fire, and I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Only if you promise to take a break,” you replied, giving him a stern look. “You’ve been at this all morning.”

Leon laughed, his breath warm against your skin. “Alright, deal. I’ll take a break as soon as I finish this stack. You have my word.”

As you walked back up the porch steps, Leon’s voice stopped you. “Wait, hold on,” he called, rushing over to catch you before you went inside. “Here,” he said, wrapping his scarf around your neck on top of your own. “I’ll grab another one for myself, but you keep this.”

You chuckled, adjusting the extra scarf. “Thank you, but now I look like I have three chins.”

He shrugged, grinning. “You look cute, that’s all I care about.”

With that, you went back inside, feeling warm not just from the extra scarf but from Leon’s attentiveness. Settling by the fire, you watched through the window as he got back to work, occasionally glancing at the cabin to make sure you were okay.

When he finally came inside, red-cheeked and breathless from the cold, he brushed the snow off his coat and plopped down next to you, taking his gloves off and warming his hands by the fire. “Alright, happy now?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes,” you replied, leaning against him. “Though I still think you’re going a little overboard with all this protectiveness.”

Leon wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “You know, I never thought I’d get to do this,” he said, his voice softening. “Be out here with you, building a life together. I didn’t even think it was possible.”

You placed a hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm. “I know. It still feels surreal sometimes, doesn’t it?”

He nodded, his eyes looking distant for a moment before he looked back at you with that soft, warm gaze you’d come to adore. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ve ever been happier. And I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”

He paused, looking down at your belly, then back up at you. “I’m going to be the best husband and dad I can be. So, that means I might be a little…overprotective.”

You laughed, brushing your hand along his cheek. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” he replied, meeting your gaze intently.

“Let me come outside sometimes. I can’t be cooped up forever,” you said with a mischievous smile.

Leon chuckled, nodding. “Alright, but only if you wear two scarves, five coats, and let me carry you everywhere.”

“Oh, come on,” you groaned, laughing as he pulled you close and kissed your forehead. “I’d look like a snowman!”

“Then I’ll just have to love my adorable snowman,” he murmured, holding you tight, the warmth of the fire and his arms wrapping you up in a blanket of love and safety.

As the snow continued to fall outside and the fire crackled warmly in the hearth, you felt like you were exactly where you belonged. Being wrapped in Leon’s arms, safe, warm, and ready to face life as parents of a baby in the cold outskirts of Canada. Away from off the the ruckus that is the umbrella corp.

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The Selfish Dilemma || Jeonghan - Part 1

Pairings: Jeonghan x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....

Word Count: 6k

Warnings (specific to this part): this part is SFW, pinning, unrequited love, lots of office jargons, profanity, tears, mention of alcohol consumption, aloof Jeonghan, reader is a love sick puppy, second lead Seokmin, wholesome co-workers Wonwoo, Soonyoung, Jihoon and Joshua, wholesome bestfriend Myeongho (lmk if I missed any)

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The cubicles are neat, the marble floors are shining brighter than crystals even after getting padded every now then. The fruity smell of the room refresher is strong enough to go on for days but the continuous clicking of keyboards sound loud enough to give a year worth migraines.

You duly wait by the office entrance, your daily routine, holding a takeaway paper cup which contains Iced Cinnamon Cappuccino.

A familiar car passes by towards the parking and you know that the person you're waiting for is gonna grace you with his presence soon.

Just in cue, that person walks by ignoring you and passes through the security check. You line up behind him, instantly feeling better just by seeing his face.

"How do you always manage to look so gorgeous?", you ask him giddily knowing very well that you won't be getting a response from him.

The security at the check smiles when you direct your requesting gaze at her. She let's you pass by and you're doing large strides in your heels.

"Here..", you are handing him the beverage cup, "Have a great day, Hannie!", you wish him and he doesn't even bat an eyelash as he saunters over to avail the elevator.

You stand there watching him as your lips curl up because your gazes meet for the first time for the day before the elevator door closes.

When you had switched to the current company you're working for two years ago as a Senior Developer you had never thought in your wildest dreams that you'd be turning into a lovesick puppy for the technical analyst of the team you had gotten assigned to.

Yoon Jeonghan got you enchanted the moment you had your eyes on him. You could vividly remember, it was your first day after getting assigned to a project and your manager was introducing you to your teammates.

Everyone seemed nice and greeted you with enthusiasm except one. Yoon Jeonghan was stoic throughout and for you, that heart within your chest thumped vigorously, eyes glued to him while the surroundings seemed to freeze.

Love at first sight was just a funny concept until Jeonghan made you experience it.

You would admit it unabashed that working in corporate world had given you chance to meet a lot of person but no one could ever do justice to suits more then Jeonghan.

Always been a spontaneous person and upon getting a confirmation that he's single your journey of courting him kickstarted.

It's been two years since then.

Everytime you ask him out, Jeonghan rejects you even without sparing a moment of thought.

You are currently working on debugging a piece of code which every other member of your team failed to solve and it ultimately fell into your court.

"I'm gonna run by the canteen, do you need anything?"

You lift your head to see Seokmin hovering over the partition of your desk.

"One strong black coffee, thanks Min.", you quickly say before focusing on the screen again.

You don't see the empathetic smile Seokmin throws at you.

It's almost afternoon and your prying eyes are stuck on the door of the cabin, adjacent to your desk.

Soon Jeonghan comes out of his cabin which prompts you to follow him to have lunch to together.

It's same everyday, Jeonghan not intending to let you sit with him but you do it anyways.

"Did the bug get resolved?", he asks, eyes set on the plate, "I think we have been stuck on this on for long, need to get it resolved asap."

You chew on the salad filling in your mouth to quickly gulp it and answer him, "I got the chance to look at it today. Hopefully, I wouldn't be spending much time on it."

Jeonghan nods making a brief eye contact with you.

So you proceed with the most important part of your daily ritual.

"Would you like to go on a date with me tonight?", you ask.

"No", comes his recorded response.

You smile mischievously, "Why? I thought I should be rewarded for fixing the code?"

Jeonghan scoffs, "You're knocking on the wrong door. Ask your manager to reward you. If he doesn't, go to the HR department and discuss the matter."

"But they're not you, Hannie.", you slip out the nickname on purpose knowing it irks him, "You're the one I want."

Jeonghan blatantly ignores you and when he's done eating, he cleans the corner of his lips with the tissues and then walks out of the canteen grabbing a water bottle.

Even his back profile should have a seperate fandom of its own, you ponder dreamily.

"Snap out of it, you're drooling."

You crane your neck to see that the seat beside you already occupied by Seokmin.

"Another rejection?" he asks and you nod.

The two of you continue to eat silently before Seokmin brings up the topic again, "Join our team Y/N, Wonwoo is moving out."

You give him a pointed look wishing it was as easy as it sounded. When you started working in the team, you worked under Jeonghan and within this span, everyone moved out or transferred except you. To work closer to Jeonghan and out of sentimentality, you stayed.

"It'll be a lot less hectic", Seokmin assures and points at your face, "Your concealor is doing a very bad job at hiding those dark circles."

You gasp and hit his arm, "Atleast Pandas got a competition even though they're cute and I'm just..."

"Beautiful." Seokmin says in a beat, "You are beautiful Y/N and Jeonghan is blind for not appreciating a woman like you."

He says with so much sincerity that you have to cower your gaze away.

"How long until you stop pursuing him?", he asks.

So that I can start courting you, he doesn't say.

"Until he accepts or...", you sing along, "the day I run out of my patience and the rejection finally settles in my bones."

Red might be your favourite colour but currently you're seeing green.

"Who's she, Wonwoo?", you hiss, lamenting on how you have to witness such a sight.

Apparently a woman whom you've never seen before is standing too close to Jeonghan, much to your disliking and the man in the picture seems unbothered with her hogging over and he's smiling.

He's smiling at whatever nonsense she's uttering!

"She's Seonji, my replacement.", Wonwoo speaks calmly, "Since it's my last week, I'll be giving her KTs before my departure."

"You don't care about me or Seokmin, do you?", you say sadly, "How would I function at all without your inputs?"

Wonwoo is another efficient co-worker who works with Seokmin and is a very good friend of yours.

"Not everyone will be a fool to stall their growth because of sentiments Y/N.", he retorts, meaning no malice.

Your throat closes up for a moment but you somehow manage to speak, "We're not having this conversation now, Woo."

"I know this won't go anywhere but there's a limit to everything. How long until you see it's not Jeonghan but someone else who deserves you.", Wonwoo thinks it's time he rats out Seokmin's name because he himself would never.

"What do you mean by someone else?", you counter back confused.

"It's been two years Y/N, people can go through whole lot of loving in this span, don't you think he's behaviour towards you should have been different if he cared even a bit?", Wonwoo is ruthless because he knows he needs to be the one to tell you because no one else would, "Has he ever smiled at you like that?"

"Woo please stop...", your eyes are teary, voice cracking, "You think I don't know that?"

Then you are walking away, wiping your tears. When there's something on your mind you always go to the rooftop to clear your mind out, of course not alone, you always find a lot of others, some shedding tears, some smoking cigarettes or some staring at the abyss.

You don't realise how much time has passed because you don't have your phone with you. Just as you are mentally preparing yourself to indulge into work you hear the call of your name from a very familiar voice.

"Do you think this company is paying you for slacking off?", Jeonghan says nonchalantly as he stands in front of you, "I can't even reach you on your phone."

Your lips curl up instantly, tiredness disappearing from your eyes, "Did you miss me Hannie?"

Jeonghan turns back & walks towards the door. You follow.

"When you're done fixing the bug, bring it to me for review.", he continues, "The clients have scheduled a meeting with us at 7pm. Be there."

"Aye aye captain!", you say from behind, "Can I ask you a question?"

You don't wait for Jeonghan to respond and ask right away, "Do you hate me?"

"Yes.", comes another of his recorded response.

You wonder how many more yes you can take for an answer.

The meeting ends at 10 and you're quickly collecting your belongings and almost parading so that you could avail the last bus since your car is given up for servicing.

You are sure that availing the bus is far fetched so you're taking out your phone to book a cab when you hear honking.

The familiar car stops by the road where you're standing and Jeonghan rolls down the window.

"Get in, I'll drop you.", he's looking at the way ahead and you are instantly getting in the passenger's seat.

"Wanna go to a restaurant for dinner?", you ask robotically, your tone dry. Jeonghan notices and sweeps a glance at you.

You look exhausted and he hopes it's only because of work.

"No", he says, "Put your address on the system's GPS.", as if it's not already instilled in the system.

You do as asked and Jeonghan sees you putting a different address.

"Did you change places?", he asks.

"A friend's address.", you don't explain further and it doesn't resonate well with him.

You thank him when he drops you at the doorsteps and watch him drive away until the car disappears from your sight.

The product deployment is scheduled for next month meaning work's gonna get more hectic than it already is.

You are knocking on the door and upon hearing a 'come in' you enter the cabin.

Jeonghan is seated on the revolving chair, the coat is hung on the headrest meaning that his only white shirt clad body is making you salivate. His head is laid back and you want nothing more than to stroke those luscious locks with your fingers. But for now, you push away your thoughts.

"I have mailed you a scheduler for the new product release.", you inform, "I think it's best if you arrange a meeting for all the teams involved and I'll give them a walkthrough on deployment and checkout procedures."

Jeonghan immediately straightens and checks the calender before scheduling a meeting for the next day.

"Tomorrow, 5 PM.", he stretches his arms out, "Anything else?"

The sight of viens protruding through his arms almost has you choked and you think it's best for your eyes to be up, "Y-Yeah? Oh well, I'll run by the Batch Ops department, do you have anything you want me to relay to them?"

Jeonghan searches for some files and takes out one from the stack and gives it to you, "Give it to Jihoon and tell him to send me the report by EOD."

You nod and ask, "There's this movie I have been meaning to watch, do you wanna go with me?"

"No.", he responds right away and you're already turning to exit the room when Seonji enters.

"Hannie!", she's intentionally loud and emphasizing and you are almost biting your tongue when you hear the nickname you've given him, to be called by her.

Not wanting to breathe in the same room as her, you are just taking a step ahead but you freeze on hearing her next words.

"The restaurant you took me to on Tuesday after work, I recommended it to my friends and they also loved it. Let's visit again sometime!"

You head whips to look at Jeonghan, to find him already staring at you.

It hurts your pride so you walk out of the room.

You're currently in the Batch Ops department, waiting for Jihoon. The said man is always busy, running on his heels and termed as the workaholic assistant supervisor of the department.

"Hey Y/N, did Jeonghan send the file?", you nod handing him the file and remind him to send the report.

"So how's your courting agenda going on?", he always asks and is even amused by the fact that how persistent you are to get Jeonghan when he doesn't show an ounce of interest in you.

You are generally joking with him on this but today you don't throw a banter and Jihoon is quick to understand that you're having a bad day so he doesn't pry further.

And on the way back you meet Seokmin who asks you to accompany him to the designated tent bar you both often go to. You agree instantly.

That night the owners of that tent bar knew how much you hate a woman named Seonji. They already know about your love for Jeonghan, since your alcohol tolerance is terrific, you cry river worth tears for that man everytime you're wasted and they feel pity for Seokmin who has to always clean up after you.

The product release approaches and everyone is pulling late nights or all nighters. Those who working in higher posts have to almost use office as a makeshift home mainly because they are dealing directly with the foreign clients and the time zones differ.

Though you are tired tattered, you make sure a cup of coffee of his preference always awaits him when Jeonghan enters his cabin. You also arrange the files, putting sticky notes in each section so he doesn't have to waste time searching for something. You make sure the cabin smells good and the place is neat. The towels are kept warm in the bathroom attached to the cabin and his favourite fragrance is filling the air inside cabin, so even if he's spending time at office, your efforts makes him think it's home.

When the rest ask how you do this, why do you do this, your answer is simple.

Isn't this what love is, to keep giving and not expecting anything in return.

"I think it's time you move on, Y/N.", your best friend Myeongho says after he shows up at your apartment one day.

Before you could retaliate his arms are up in his defence as he continues, "You know I'm never the type to judge or disregard anything casually. But this has been going on for long and it might hurt you but it's stagnant. You both made no progress. Two years, definitely a very long time and you can appear all happy and unfazed but I know every rejection must be hurting as hell."

You don't need words, the tears those stream down your facr speak volumes. Myeongho's presence is itself soothing and maybe that's why you are not loosing yourself in pits of sorrow for the moment.

What are supposed to do, you're so in love with Jeonghan, you're so used to him, so dedicated to him.

Myeongho pats your back while he's talking to his wife on his phone. You ponder over how Myeongho met her a year ago and now they are happily married with a baby on the way.

No one's story is comparable to other, each having it's own circumstances and pace but as your best friend said yours is totally different.

Unrequited and stagnant.

The product release is a success and now the work load is a lot lesser.

And as expected you're in Jeonghan's cabin.

"Are you free today?", you ask, "Wanna go to dinner? Not as a date, some people from our & Batch Ops team would be present as well."

Jeonghan is unabashed as usual, "I'm busy today."

He isn't explaining himself, it's his way of defining things. He's implying that on other days he's rejecting your advances without a reason and today he's doing it with a reason.

This time your face falls.

"Do you hate me?", you ask.

"Yes, you're annoying."

"Would you miss me if I leave?"

"No, a good riddance."

This time your heart hurts.

You are currently in a restaurant with Seokmin, Jihoon, Chaein and Joshua both working in your team, Soonyoung of Support Team and you've managed to pull Wonwoo in this eat out.

Wonwoo is currently making a disgusted face at Seokmin, who's doing some questionable mimicking of Jihoon, the man being mimicked being totally vested in eating whatever is there on his plate.

"Isn't that Jeonghan?"

Five pair of eyes follows Soonyoung's gaze and lands on Jeonghan.

"Wait that's Yoora with--"

Seokmin is late in slapping his hand over Soonyoung mouth because you have heard the name and it rings in your ear.

Kwon Yoora, Jeonghan's ex-girlfriend. The woman accompanying him tonight.

You have heard a lot about her from your colleagues because she used to work in the company you're working in. Well you're her replacement in terms of the position when you joined in. She worked with and under Jeonghan before you did.

This is the first time you're seeing her.

"I heard they had mutual breakup, seems they're still good friends.", Joshua comments.

Your eyes are glued to the table space where Jeonghan's hand is atop Yoora's. And he's smiling as he says something to her.

He never smiles at you like that.

"You guys continue eating.", Seokmin is already up grabbing his coat, "I'll get our food packed."

When Seokmin leaves, the rest four look at you worried and you feel pity for yourself. How could you not guess, Jeonghan had never lead you on, always being indifferent, constantly rejecting all your approaches for the last two year.

He didn't like you at all, he has been saying it all along but you were to stubborn to admit and accept. But now you do.

For you, it has been always him.

For him, it would be anyone but you.

You are grabbing your belongings, "Tell Seokmin, I'll be waiting by his car."

Then you sprint out. It's only when Wonwoo calls out your name, Jeonghan notices you.

He sees you running towards the exit, only if he didn't know better, he watches as you wipe your tears while do so.

Tonight it's not only you who's suffering from heartbreak, Seokmin's heart breaks yet again seeing those tear stained cheeks, hearing those wrenching sobs. He puts you to bed and sets the food on your table so that in the middle of night when you wake up hungry, you don't have to look around for food. He runs the bath for you, sets the towels and knowing that you'd be having a terrible headache later, he keeps the glass filled with water and the medicines on the nightstand. He does more and all while wiping his own tears.

Because like you, he too knows nothing breaks like a heart.

Next day Jeonghan doesn't see you at the office entrance. You don't greet him when he walks by your desk to his cabin. It's almost afternoon and you haven't walked through the cabin door even once. At lunch you don't sit with him, you're happily chatting away with Chaein while eating.

Jeonghan thinks something is wrong with him. Everytime he hears faint sound of footsteps his eyes perks at the cabin door. He doesn't like the coffee Seonji makes him. He doesn't like it when some random guy sits in front of him at lunch and while his eyes stray at you almost every second, you don't spare him a glance.

It's around 5 in the evening when you knock on his door.

Jeonghan can't describe the sensation his feeling right now, as if he has waiting for this moment lifelong.

You place a file on his table and say, "The Scheduler team wants to know about all the applications which are planned to retire from our system before the next monthly cycle. I have made a list for same, please have a look once and let me know in case of any concerns."

"Okay.", he says and you give him a nod.

"Don't you have anything to say?", he asks and you look at him confused, "No, I think this is the priority task at the moment, I'll let you know if anything else comes up, Jeonghan."

His own name feels foreign to his ears. By the time he's about to say something again, you are already out of his cabin.

This goes on for the whole week and Jeonghan feels he can't function anymore. He makes unnecessary trips within the office premise everytime walking by your desk just in hopes of getting called by you. You never do.

He waits for you at lunch but you're always gone. He never sees you smiling at him again. You never ask him out now. The coffee doesn't help to keep his stress away, the office doesn't feel homier anymore.

Isn't this all he wanted, Jeonghan asks himself. Aren't you the annoying co-worker who was always getting on his nerves?

And he's scared to listen to the answer his heart has to echo.

It's Monday, the first working day of a very new week and Jeonghan still looks at the entrance expectantly just to see you this time. He double takes to make sure he's not hallucinating and a smile tugs on his lips.

His face regains the seriousness as he approaches you and much to his dismay you don't notice him. He clears his throat to have your attention.

"Morning, Jeonghan.", you greet him curtly.

"Morning", he asks, eyes glancing over your hands to see if they have any takeaway coffee cup in them but they are empty, "Aren't you going in?"

"I'm waiting for someone.", comes your dry response.

Ain't that someone me?

"Okay....", he has no reason to linger anymore.

You are exhausted, sleep deprived blame the late night marathons of your favourite shows you've been pulling.

Reason, to keep your mind occupied with something which is not Jeonghan but the ache in your heart never dulls. Even though you have choosen peace with the fact that he'll never be yours, it's so new and difficult for you act indifferent towards him when you have been in love with him for two whole years.

When you're phones notifies you of a text, it has you rubbing your eyes just to make you're seeing it correct. You have got a text from Jeonghan reading-

Please make me coffee, it's a request.

When the Yoon Jeonghan who never texts you, never bothers to type back a response to your greetings or queries other anything related to work sends you a text, you're shocked.

Jeonghan feels like he can finally get the productive cells of body to work when he sees you entering holding a cup of coffee.

"You don't look good.", you say placing the cup on his table, "Are you okay?"

When he doesn't respond, you continue, "If you're not feeling well, please take the day off, I'll notify you of any urgent matters from our team prospective."

Jeonghan thinks it's the only chance he'd get to clear the misunderstandings so he speaks, "Me and Yoora are still good friends, that night at the restaurant she treated me because of a promotion she got at her company."

"Great to know. Good wishes on my behalf.", you are poised when you say, "From next time please refrain from sharing anything other from work related matters. I have no interest in your personal life and I think we are not close at all to be sharing updates on same."

Either he's mishearing or you're possessed, he's sure it's either. This ain't the you he wants. This ain't the you he needs.

Your tone emits grief when you speak further, "I deeply regret for the inconvenience I've caused you for the past years. I'm really sorry. But rest assured I won't be causing any more trouble, I'll out soon."

"What do you mean by that?", he's off his seat and in front of you instantly, "Did something happen?"

"Indeed.", You nod while smiling, "I accepted that you won't go out with me. I also accepted that you hate me. So there's no more pestering you from my side."

Jeonghan never thought his words would come back to him biting in his ass which he's not capable of taking.

"You can't do this...", he's not even sure of the words he's uttering, "Are you giving up on me?"

"Yes, I'm giving you what you wanted by giving up on you."

Jeonghan realises how much that he has gotten used to you. You're like the good parasite that clogs his mind whenever you're around and even if you're not. His mornings used to start with your messages, you used to magnetize yourself on him during the office hours and the last notification he got before sleeping was also from you.

So now he doesn't like the lack of attention from you at all and he'd do anything to have it back. He'd do anything to have you back.

He tries to be in your shoes for the next days. He waits for you at the entrance holding four cups of takeaway coffee cups because he doesn't you what like. Everyone who passes throws him a questioning gaze. Everyone except you. You walk pass by him, unfazed and unbothered.

"Y/N wait!", when you don't stop, he is following you, "I bought these for you and also if you could tell me what you like so that I can buy that."

You give him an incredulous look, "What are trying to do?"

"Just trying to get you morning coffee..."

You scoff and walk away.

When you go for lunch, Jeonghan pops up out of nowhere and not only he's tailing you, he's even occupying the seat beside you. He's suddenly texting you good mornings and good nights and throughout the day something or other but there's no progress.

Roles reversed, you don't even bat an eyelash at him now.

It makes him realise how ass of a person he has been to you and how angel of a human you were to tolerate all this and still love him with your all.

"What's wrong with Jeonghan nowadays?", Joshua asks genuinely curious. You all are gathered for a coffee break, as he stands opposite to where Jeonghan is stood from accross the room, he constantly notices him throwing glances, "He keeps looking at you Y/N."

"Jeonghan is that thick brain who realises what he had and lost when it's too late.", Jihoon snorts as he takes a sip casually, "What the hell, who put sugar in my coffee?"

Joshua is suddenly walking away and you laugh which makes Jihoon aware of the culprit.

Next he's chasing Joshua.

You are still smiling, gaze lingering on those two when you notice Jeonghan approaching you from the periphery of your vision. Not wanting to waste any energy on him you think of leaving the hall when someone bumps into you.

It's Seonji.

"Heard you stopped chasing Jeonghan?", she taunts, "Good that your brain's finally working."

"I want to you know if this concerns you anyway and why?", you ask and quickly turn to check if Jeonghan is in hearing vicinity. He is.

"I thought it's obvious? That we're close and might be together soon.", she says confidently, "You've noticed how behaves towards you is completely opposite of how his behaviour is towards me."

"Congratulations", you pat on her arm and incline closer to her as you whisper in her ear , "Let's see if Jeonghan is aware of this as well?"

Seonji's freezes for a moment when she realises that Jeonghan has been present there all along and have listened to the conversation that just happened.

"Congratulations to you too Jeonghan.", you wish him, "I can see, a match made of likes."

"There's nothing going on between us Y/N", he pleads as his hands itches to grab you so that you don't slip away before he finishes but out of professionalism and respect he doesn't, "She's just a junior from my university."

'You don't have to explain, I'm not interested.", you tell him before walking out.

Jeonghan is furious and Seonji thinks his glare is enough to make her evaporate without any trace.

"Jo Seonji", his voice is dangerously low and threatening, "I was being nice to you just because we're acquaintances from before but I realised how wrong it was."

"Han--"

"It's Jeonghan for you. If I hear you uttering such nonsense one more time, I'll report you to the committee for harassing me.", he's practically glowering, "And I want the database for all the transactions that occurred between us and our oldest clients with the analysis document by EOD."

"But that's too much of data Jeonghan, how would I be able to--"

"That's for you to sort out.", he says, "If I don't get the design model, I'll report it to your manager and she'll handle it from there."

Seonji is all sweaty and faltering when she hears, "I see you anywhere near Y/N without any official need, I'll make sure you're stepping down your position."

To those who thought Jeonghan has changed, they just witnessed the infamous scary Yoon Jeonghan again today.

They also realised that Jeonghan is still the same authoritative, strict and stoic faced coordinator for all.

He has changed, just for you.

"When are you gonna tell her?", Soonyoung asks wrapping his arm around Seokmin's shoulder as they gather on the rooftop during the lunch break.

Seokmin is torn.

"She's coping up with the pent ups because of Jeonghan and I don't wanna add to her stress.", he laments.

"I hate to admit that you're correct but I'm worried because I think if you don't shot your shoot now then it'll be gone.", Soonyoung's concern is evident in his tone.

"I can't just tell Y/N that I love her all of a sudden when she's in love with someone else for a long time.", it pains him to speak it out, "Because I know how painful unrequited love can be..."

Soonyoung sighs, as he frames his next question carefully, "When will be the right time, Seokmin?

There's never a right time, he thinks.

Jeonghan doesn't avail the elevator, he's climbing down the stairs hurriedly.

When he decided to go the rooftop to cool off after the Seonji episode he again unintendedly overhears the conversation between Soonyoung and Seokmin, the two men obviously staying oblivious about his presence.

His anger from before morphs into a mix of shock and scare. Shock because it didn't occur to him ever that Seokmin could be in love with you. Scared because, well he is yet to figure out the reason.

Walking through the hoistway door leads his chance encounter with Mr. Choi, your manager.

"Jeonghan", he calls him, "I have been meaning to meet you."

"Anything urgent Mr. Choi?"

Mr. Choi smiles, "It might be, for your concern. Y/N has requested for transfer, she wants to move out the team."

Jeonghan stiffens, all the strength in his body dwindles.

Carefully studying his face, his unfocused eyes and a lack of response urges Mr. Choi to speak further, "Since you're her immediate senior and she has been working under you for these years, your say would matter because I know no one would want to loose an efficient member like her. If the team has enough effort excluding her then I'd approve her request "

"Thanks for letting me know Mr. Choi. Please put it aside for now, I'll talk to her and get to back to you.", Jeonghan requests and the older man obliges.

You are currently working on reconciliation of a piece of code with all your concentration when there's a knock on your desk. You look up to find Jeonghan who's mutters a serious 'in my cabin now' when your gazes meet before walking into the said room.

You think of everything and anything you could have done to cause any trouble but nothing comes up, so you are immediately off your seat and entering the cabin.

Jeonghan has never felt this exhausted in his entire life, never because of you. When you used to clinge to him it had became a normality, though he never admited it was the only fun and good part of the office hours. You made him feel the belongingness, when everyone was scared of him, you were brave enough to step up and court him.

And now when he sees the indifference in you towards him, learns about Seokmin's feelings for you, he's beyond frustrated.

Another mistake, he channels it in a wrong way and at a wrong time.

"Jeonghan?"

Your call of his name breaks his reverie.

He looks you dead in yours eyes and asks, "You requested a tranfer?"

You knew your manager would be informing Jeonghan and the only obstacle in that request to get approved would be him, the reason you wanted the transfer in first place.

Before you could assert an answer Jeonghan scowls, "Are you really going to bring your personal life to your workspace? Suddenly one day you decide you'll stop liking me or whatever and then you're requesting to be assigned to a different project? Is that what you call professionalism Y/N?"

You are rendered speechless. You don't let those tears pooling in your eyes fall even though you are hurt.

"I thought two years is long enough to know someone", you inhale sharply, "But you don't know me at all. I wasted two years of my life for the guy who just now disregarded my love for him by calling it liking or whatever."

Jeonghan bites his tongue hard when he traces back on the words he had uttered.

"When I had asked you that if it would matter to you if I leave, you had casually slipped out a good riddance. So I'm doing us a favour and you should be happy but you're not.", you are hot in anger and rage, as your gaze tows upon the man infront of you, "You're not happy because no one's buying you coffee, no one's keeping you company, you don't have your files organised, you don't have anyone to take shit from you without retorting. Have you been always this selfish?"

It's his turn to be speechless. He has seemingly fueled every occurance for the past years to work against him currently.

"This is professionalism Yoon Jeonghan.", you tell him, "Me not stalling my growth anymore and letting in space for productivity and skills showcasing for myself is my professionalism. I stayed because of you but I won't do that anymore."

"I'm sorry, please let me clarify things", Jeonghan is eyeing you alarmingly as he walks towards you.

You hold out your arm and his feet instantly roots to the ground.

"Thanks for assuring me that I've made the right decision. You aren't worthy of my love, you never were. I'll stop loving you one day and I'll make sure that day comes soon."

A tear falls down your cheek and then they are streaming altogether. You fail to choke the sobs and Jeonghan says nothing, knowing that the only way he can help you is by keeping his silence.

And when you sprint out of the cabin, he wants nothing but to stop you and engulf you in his embrace. Although he's physically frozen but his mind deducts several conclusions.

He senses by hurting you, he hurts himself tenfold.

He laments on the fact that office is just all work and nothing to look forward to anymore because he misses you.

He likes his personal space invaded only if it's by you.

Maybe it's late but he's sure that his heart is constricting in pain within his chest because it's broken.

This time he's choking a sob, legs giving up as he falls to the ground when he finally accepts that he got his heartbroken even before he realised that he's in love.

That he's in love with you.

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[godzillabreath]

unfortunately I do have more to say about wwdits.

I think one of the most egregious things about the development of the show over the seasons is the tonal shift. I was watching it from the beginning to convince myself I wasn’t crazy for feeling the first three seasons were better, and I felt vindicated.

It was always a dark comedy, but it wasn’t always a zany dark comedy. It had been grounded in real, everyday life. The vampires prey on a LARP group, the vampires ride a late night bus to go to a city council meeting, Nandor tries for citizenship, etc. I think once they started introducing a slew of supernatural creatures like a monster-of-the-week a la carte, the show became increasingly less focused and outlandish. There are episode I don’t like even in seasons 2 and 3 that are emblematic of this shift. The siren, the gargoyles, the troll—they just feel out of place in a story that is supposed to focus on out-of-time vampires and how they engage with the modern world. They aren’t really adding anything to the characters or the plot when they appear either. They just make a flashy CGI appearance and give some quippy line, which ultimately eats up time where our main cast that we actually care about could otherwise be on screen, doing things. And then there was a point in time where this show just did not allow itself any more sentimental moments between characters. These moments, for me, made for refreshing moments between comedic situations. It balanced the humanity in all of the main cast. But the show opted out of those moments, and it just became a back-to-back comedic situation with less and less interesting character moments to look forward to. Anyway, I just find it kind of sad that the writers completely detonated all of the characters’ inner emotional lives by the series finale. I liked to see Nadja bored in her marriage and pursuing this lustful encounter with Gregor through reincarnated generations. I liked to see Colin challenged by another energy vampire undermining his territory. I liked to see Guillermo struggling with his fractured relationship with his family, his discomfort in his own sexual identity, and his need to cling on to this group of vampires that disrespect him if only to find family and personal liberation in their company. I liked Nandor being so disconnected from modernity that he became listless and depressed and lonely and clung on to the idea that he might make himself human again. I liked the romance that the writers were building literally textually and in all of their marketing material from season 3: that Guillermo (at least) had these unrequited and very frustrating feelings for Nandor and how that affected their relationship with each other. I liked the idea of Laszlo forming these personal connections with both Sean and Colin, even if I found their conclusive arcs to be lackluster, strange, or unpalatable (baby Colin to weird co-parent Colin was a bizarre arc.) I liked the idea of Nadja wanting power and community because of the impoverished, desolate conditions she grew up under (especially the class dynamic of marrying Laszlo and how that could be at times a schism in their relationship), even if the writers did not care to expand upon this. The potential just drives me crazy. I can’t believe they opted out of tying up any of these emotional hooks. I think it might drive me crazy forever.

[fluentmoviequoter]

A Home to Thrive In

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!neighbor!reader

Summary: You still live next door to Tim Bradford's mother, and when he visits for the first time in years, you have to decide if you're willing to let go of the idea of him you fell in love with.

Warnings: spoilers/rewrite for 4x09 "Breakdown", angst, arguments, discussion of past abuse, r is Tim's childhood friend, fluff and comfort

Word Count: 3.5k+ words

A/N: It's late. This may be terrible. I will reassess tomorrow.

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“Have you talked to Mom recently?” Genny asks. When Tim doesn’t answer, she sighs and murmurs, “Don’t know why I thought you would.”

“Isn’t it bad enough that you’re dragging me back into the Tom Bradford-centric world I’ve been trying to outrun since we were kids? Now you want me to tell Mom about everything that’s happened,” Tim argues. “I’m already working on a murder case that Dad hid for decades. I don’t need more family drama right now, Genny."

“She worries about you, Tim. Just wants to be part of your life again.”

Tim's phone rings, a saving grace, and he excuses himself as he pushes his chair away from the table and leaves his sister.

“Tim,” Lucy greets. “I brought Monica Ochoa back in.”

“The woman who was killed by the gun I found in my dad’s house. Why?”

“Because I knew there was more to her story. You- you couldn’t see past the version that you wanted to see.”

“What’d she say?”

“Your dad… Tim, Monica confessed.”

Tim hangs up on Lucy, walks directly past his sister while ignoring her questions, and gets in his truck to visit his dad. To see if he’ll tell the truth when he has no other choice or if he’s really the terrible man Tim thinks he is.

“You didn’t kill Frank,” Tim states.

Tom sighs before he counters, “Sure I did. Now, come on. Cuff me. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Monica confessed.”

“Leave her out of this.”

“Frank was beating her. She fought back. She shot him. She was terrified, so she ran to you. You came up with the burglary story, helped her stage the house, then you hid the gun in case the cops got too close, and you needed to frame someone else.”

“He was brutal, abusive,” Tom explains. “She deserves a medal for what she did.”

“He was abusive?” Tim repeats.

“What? You think I’m like him? I was nothing like Frank. I taught you what you needed to know, son. You’re a man now because of me.”

“No. I’m who I am in spite of you,” Tim replies. His dad doesn’t speak, and Tim nods as he adds, “Goodbye, Dad. I hope it hurts.”

In the hallway outside his dad’s room, Tim pulls his phone from his pocket and calls Grey.

“Bradford,” Wade greets as the call connects.

“I need to take some personal time,” Tim says instead of a salutation.

“Lord knows you’ve stashed up enough of it. Where are you going?”

“To see someone I should’ve visited a long time ago.”

“You did the right thing, Tim. Take your time and know we’re here for you when you get back.”

Tim ends the call, then texts his sister that he’s taking her advice. He hasn’t been home to his mom’s house in years, and he needs her, needs space from his family and his station, and needs to work through the events of the week on his own. Though he isn’t sure if he’s welcome or if his mother's new home will feel the same as it did fifteen years ago, Tim gets in his truck and drives toward the last place he felt at home.

Your evening walk is refreshing, and the sunset helps you focus on the beauty of the day as you wind down.

“Sweetheart!” your neighbor calls, waving from her porch.

“Mrs. Bradford,” you greet with a smile as you step onto her walkway. “How are you today?”

“Good, good. Talked to Genny earlier, she’s visiting Tim.”

You smile and nod, unwilling to touch the sensitive subject of Tim. Growing up with him, you saw the worst parts of his childhood, home life, and father, but that never added up to you. He ran away from his mother, from love and home just to outrun bad memories. A task you know to be impossible.

“How was your book?” you ask, moving away from Mrs. Bradford’s stressful family life. “Did you finish it last night?”

“I did. You were right, the twist at the end was a shock. I thought the vigilante did it!”

“Interesting,” you muse. “I was torn between him and the builder.”

Mrs. Bradford hums before her oven beeps.

“You take care of that,” you say as you wrap your arms over her shoulders in a quick hug. “We’ll talk about the book and start the sequel on Saturday?”

“Count on it. Have a good night!”

“You too!”

Headlights reflect off your front door as you push it open, but you don’t bother to turn around and see who it is. Two of your neighbors get home around this time, and there aren’t many visitors or tourists in your area. So, when you’re closing the curtains and notice an unfamiliar truck in Mrs. Bradford’s driveway, you decide to watch and ensure everything is okay.

“Tim!” Mrs. Bradford calls excitedly as the driver’s door opens. She rushes out and pulls him into a hug, and from the way he grips her and buries his face against her shoulder like he’s eight again, you know that this isn’t just a sorry I stopped calling, Mom visit. Something happened and that’s the only reason he’s home.

“Welcome home, Tim,” you whisper before you pull the curtains together and put the distance you’re used to back between you and Tim.

You kneel by your front door to tie your shoes. Then you untie them and loop the laces differently. Knowing that Tim Bradford is next door makes you hesitate to go outside. Yet, you don’t want to let him impact your life more than he already has. It wouldn’t be surprising to learn that his mother already told him about your downward spiral, how you fell apart when he left without so much as a word. As a kid, you fell in love with Tim Bradford, and you stayed in love with the idea of him in high school. Then, when he disappeared without a word or trace, and you only found out that he was a cop for the LAPD through his sister, you decided that the idea of him was as good as you would ever get.

“You can do this,” you tell yourself as you stand and lay your hand on the doorknob. “It’s just the man who has occupied your every thought for years. Just walk by.”

The magnitude of your mistake hits you in full force when you’re nearly past Mrs. Bradford’s fence. Tim says your name and your heart clenches at the realization that you remembered his voice so well. Years of hearing it in your dreams will preserve your memory like that.

“Tim,” you reply, swallowing as you face him. “I didn’t know you were coming home.”

“It wasn’t exactly the plan. Genny showed up and everything just kind of blew up in my face.”

Kind of like what you put me through, you think. Rather than saying it, you nod sympathetically.

“Did my mom… did she tell you about my dad?”

“Tim, your mom tells me a lot. But no one close to your mom has brought him up in years.”

“Wish my sister had gotten that message,” Tim scoffs.

“I hope you enjoy the time with your mom,” you interrupt. “But I’ve got to get going.”

“Right,” Tim agrees. “I’ll see you around.”

You nod but feel your chest tighten as you hope he’s wrong. Losing Tim Bradford again is not an option, so you refuse to let him closer than he needs to be.

“I didn’t know she moved with you, still lived next door,” Tim muses as his mother ushers him inside for breakfast.

“You don’t know much,” she points out, not unkindly but not untrue. “She knows more than you. I’ve told her everything Genny passed along. You were so close as kids.”

“Yeah,” Tim agrees before he trails off. He remembers being friends, but not the kind of friends that would ask about each other. “I don’t think she wants to talk to me.”

“Well, you can hardly blame her.”

“What does that mean?”

Tim’s mother looks at him and presses her lips together. He has her eyes, but he doesn’t have her understanding or the intuition about people she tried to instill in him when his father wasn’t trying to teach him to be a man.

“If you can’t see it, Tim, it’s too late to explain it. She’s coming over for lunch and our duet book club tomorrow. You have thirty hours to read the book if you want to participate.”

“Thank you for letting me come home, Mom.”

She lays her hand on Tim’s shoulder and promises, “You’re always welcome here, Timothy.”

You knock on Mrs. Bradford’s door while Tim’s truck is gone. With one of her signature ceramic loaf pans in your hands, filled with your favorite cookies, you wait for the door to open to return her dish and offer some goodies.

“Sorry to…” you begin as the door opens. “Oh, Tim. Sorry, your truck was gone so I assumed your mom would be here.”

“She borrowed my truck to do something that she refused to have help for. Come on in.”

Tim opens the door for you, and for reasons beyond your comprehension, you accept his invitation and walk inside. After you set the pan on the counter, you turn around to leave, but Tim is leaning against the table and watching you.

“Enjoying your time off?” you question, wringing your fingers together behind your back.

“I am. Especially after the last case I worked on,” Tim answers. “My mom hasn’t told me much about you.”

You hum and look at your feet as you reply, “Not much to tell.”

“She seems to tell you a lot.”

“Look, Tim, I’m just trying to respect your boundaries. She told me that your dad was involved in something, a murder, but it’s not my business.”

“Frank Ochoa,” Tim interjects.

You furrow your brows as you ask, “Monica’s husband? But that was a robbery.”

Tim tilts his head to the side as he says, “My dad admitted to killing him. He was protecting Monica.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and nod.

“But you knew that, didn’t you?”

“What?”

Tim stands from the table, his crossed arms falling to his sides. “You knew something and didn’t tell anybody, didn’t you?”

“Tim, I-“

“Look, I’ve been lied to by too many people this week. You still have the same tell you did in elementary school. What did you know?”

You clench your jaw and step to the right to go around Tim, but he moves to block you, and rather than running into his chest, you retreat further into Mrs. Bradford’s kitchen.

“This case – the people there – have been lied to, we’ve been wrong, there’s been no justice for decades. And you’ve known something the whole time? How can you live with that?”

“How can I live with it?” you repeat incredulously. “How was I – a child, Tim – supposed to go to the police and tell them that I saw Frank beating Monica over and over? They wouldn’t have believed me!”

“You didn’t try!”

“Yes, I did!” you yell. Wiping the single tear that managed to escape in your memories of the only time you tried to help your neighbors, you lose some of your fight.

“Doesn’t seem like you tried very hard,” Tim adds under his breath.

You laugh once and shake your head. “I told the police your dad was beating you, Tim. You know what happened? They came and asked him about it. He denied everything. After they left, he took you out into the backyard and demanded to know who you told. So, see if you can wrap your cop brain about why I was scared to tell on someone else.”

“I didn’t know you-“

“You didn’t know anything, Tim.”

Tim scoffs and argues, “Oh and you know so much about who I am now because of what my sister tells my mom?”

“At least I talk to your mom, Tim,” you snap. Immediately, you regret it. “I’m sorry,” you offer.

“I couldn’t,” Tim defends.

“Did you try?”

Tim’s truck rumbles as his mother returns from the store, and you hold Tim’s stare until the engine shuts off.

“Can I leave now, or do you want to blame me for something else?”

Tim steps back and opens his mouth, but you storm past him before he can say anything else. You return to your house after you hug Mrs. Bradford and tell her about the cookies. The idea of Tim Bradford that you’ve clung to since childhood is growing fuzzy around the edges, and alone in your house, you cry over what he told you today, the mistakes you made, and the loss of the Tim you were born to love.

Someone knocks on your door the following morning, and you stare at it rather than walking toward it.

“Sweetheart, it’s me,” Mrs. Bradford calls.

With a sigh, you stand and invite her in, not caring if she notices your teary eyes or unusual attitude.

“I thought you might want someone to talk to. Somewhere away from my son,” she explains as she leads you to your dining table. “So, I brought food and company. Choose what you want.”

“It’s not just Tim,” you explain. “I mean… he was right, but it’s different.”

“Different than when you fell in love with him?” she guesses.

You look up at her, wide-eyed at her question. She smiles and gestures for you to continue.

“I’ve been dreaming about him coming back, thinking that we could pick up where we left off, but he’s nothing like what I remember.”

“Time will do that,” she soothes, taking your hand over the table.

“It didn’t do it to me.”

“Sweetheart… you didn’t let it. I love you, you know that, but you cling so tightly to the past, to the familiar, that you haven’t allowed yourself to adapt to the beauty of the growth and changes around you. Haven’t even let yourself show the woman you’ve become.”

You lick your lips before sniffling and asking, “What if I don’t like it?”

“But what if you thrive in it?”

Wiping the back of your free hand across your face, you clear your tears and nod. You know that Mrs. Bradford is right, but you also know that there will be pain in the beauty when you choose to move forward.

“Does he hate me?” you whisper.

“Timothy? I don’t think he could ever hate you.”

“He can sure blame me for a lot, though,” you point out with a wet laugh.

“Beating himself up over that at the moment, if you’re wondering. And, when you’re ready to talk to him, maybe you should try getting to know who he is today.”

You nod and pull a homemade candy from her special-made meal. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. Now, are we going to keep crying over silly boys or try to solve a murder mystery on a pioneer plantation?”

Dressed in your favorite outfit, you shift from foot to foot on Mrs. Bradford’s porch as you try to get your courage up. Just as you lift your hand to knock, a throat clears behind you. You spin around quickly, then release a breath and press your hand over your racing heart.

“You could have told me you were back there sooner,” you point out softly.

“I wanted to see where this was going,” Tim answers, closing his tailgate. “Listen, about the other day-“

You raise your hand to silence Tim and shake your hand. “I came over here to talk to you. About more than that. Do you maybe want to go somewhere to do that?”

Tim nods and opens the passenger door of his truck, offering his hand as he helps you in without a word. The drive to the local high school football field is quick but silent, and when you exit the truck and join Tim on the tailgate to watch the sunset, you take a shaky breath.

“I’m sorry you had to go through all of that with your dad, the house, Frank, all that,” you begin. “But I’m sorrier that I didn’t do more back then.”

Tim nods and says, “You were right. They wouldn’t have listened, or it would’ve spooked my dad and made everything worse.”

“I guess we’ll never know.” You look at Tim’s profile and ask, “Are you okay?”

“No,” he admits without hesitation. “My dad was protecting Monica. He never did anything to protect us, but his mistress – broke half a dozen laws for her.”

“I knew that, too,” you whisper. “My mom made me stop sitting by the door after that year, which was probably a good thing. Uhm, are they going to prosecute your dad?”

“No. Not on his death bad. But it doesn’t matter. He’ll get judged soon enough.”

You nod, your eyes still on Tim rather than the pink sunset before you. His eyes have teared up, and everything inside of you begs for you to just let go.

“Tim, you’re nothing like him. You know that, right?”

Tim nods a tiny movement that breaks your heart. This isn’t the Tim you remember, not the Tim from elementary school or the one who was punished for your ill-conceived attempt to help. Most importantly, you realize, this isn’t the Tim you’ve dreamed of loving. Tim Bradford, the man before you, is who you can love, want to love, and desperately, wholly, devastatingly need to love.

With a deep breath, you release everything you’ve been holding onto. Your grip on your dreams, on your memory of Tim and what you thought you wanted, and the moment that trapped you in your position of being terrified to do the wrong thing in your efforts to do good weakens, and you feel like a flower in bloom. Everything seems new, the possibilities are endless, and you’re a new person who isn’t afraid to do right, even when it terrifies you and carries the potential to break your heart.

“Tim,” you whisper.

He turns toward you, drawn by the tone in your voice, and blinks past his tears. You shift on his tailgate and raise your arms toward his shoulders. Tim leans forward and meets you halfway, pulling you into his lap as you collapse into a hug that heals the broken edges of who you are. With Tim’s arms against your back and waist, you feel more at home than ever, and he feels the same. His mother’s house was never the home he was returning to, but a pursuit for this feeling, right in your arms.

“I’m so sorry,” you murmur against his shoulder.

He shakes his head, tightening his grip on you, and this version of you - unafraid, complete in Tim Bradford’s arms - is ready to thrive. You won’t heal overnight; neither of you will, but it’s a start.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, and Tim laughs against your neck before he pulls back gently to retrieve his phone from his pocket.

“My mom,” he tells you. “If you haven’t kissed her yet, what are you waiting for? Another set of wrinkles?”

You fail to stop the laugh that escapes at Mrs. Bradford’s bluntness. Then, you realize how glad you are that he’s reading her text messages.

“Well?” you ask. “Should we kiss or wait for more wrinkles?”

Tim pushes a stray hair out of your face and promises, “None of it was your fault.”

You nod and thank him, then brush your thumbs against his cheeks. “Last time we were on a field together, it was raining. I also wanted you to kiss me then.”

“You never told me.”

“How was I supposed to tell you that, Tim?” you ask. “I… I was caught up in an idea of who we could be, and I was scared to ruin it by doing something new.”

“And now?”

Rather than asking for what you want, you take it as you lean forward and kiss Tim. One of his hands moves to the back of your neck, and the first raindrop feels suspiciously like a teardrop as it runs down your face and onto Tim’s. You laugh as you run toward the truck doors, thunder rumbling as a storm approaches from the west. In the truck with Tim, you find yourself face-to-face with a better version of the dream life you craved in Tim’s absence.

Bonus:

“Get inside, it’s going to start raining again!” Mrs. Bradford calls from the kitchen when she hears the door open. “Don’t need you catching a cold on your time off, Timothy.”

You press your lips together and smile at Tim, who is drenched after offering you his jacket to hold over your head in a poor attempt to stay somewhat dry.

“She’s going to mother you, too,” he points out.

“Hey, I’m used to it,” you reply. “Like it, even.”

“Oh, dear,” Mrs. Bradford murmurs as she appears in the doorway. “Go get dried off and change, Tim.”

After he disappears into his room, Mrs. Bradford offers you a towel and a change of clothes. She smiles as she leans in and says, “Flowers that thrive need plenty of rain to grow, you know.”

[temilyrights]

43) “god you’re so emotionally constipated.” for Emily x Reader please.

history smothers us

emily prentiss x gn!reader

summary: years of unspoken words and misconceptions threaten to destroy what remains of a once close relationship. you couldn't imagine your life without emily. now you look at her and feel every part of the ocean that destroyed you both. featuring prompt "god you're so emotionally consitpated" from my prompt list.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: angst with a happy ending. mention of blood. no use of y/n. set in season 12. unit chief prentiss.

a/n: thank you so much for the request <3 sorry it took me a while I struggled to find the right idea. I imagine this wasn't what you had in mind but I do hope you enjoy it anyway. also side note: i've deleted my taglist, i'm restarting because it was years old so if anyone would like be re-tagged or anyone new would like to be added pls lmk!

The police lights flash in the midnight sky. Agents and local police spread across the farmhouse. And you, sitting in the back of an ambulance, blood dripping down the side of your head, the beginnings of a headache making itself known.  

The bright torch shining in your eyes makes you wince, but the EMT clears you of a concussion and hands you pain meds to swallow. You drag your hand through your hair, a frustrated sigh leaving your lips. 

The unsub had come out of nowhere and whacked you over the head with a metal pole, and he probably would’ve done a lot more if it wasn’t for Tara being two steps behind you. 

Honestly, you were fine. A little banged up, with a nasty bruise already forming, but the blood had been wiped away and it was almost like it had never happened.

Well, apart from the very angry Unit Chief Prentiss stalking towards you. 

You wish this was an unfamiliar sight, but god she’d been back months now and you don’t think her smile had been pointed in your direction once. 

“What were you thinking?” She scolds, voice sharp and eyes narrowed. You don’t miss the shaking of her hands as she holds them tightly on her hips or the rising flush of her cheeks, both she would blame on the cold but you knew they were born out of concern, not that she’d ever admit it. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry I didn’t realise the FBI now required its agents to have the abilities to see through walls.” You roll your eyes, the half-joke an attempt to fix her glare, but you know even as the words pass your lips it’s futile. Your shoulders slump, already too tired for the fight ahead,  “He came out of nowhere, Prentiss.” 

Her lips purse, “They require you to be able to clear a room. It seems you might need a refresher course. Maybe until you can be trusted and I deem you requalified it’s best you stay back in quantico.” 

“What?” You ask incredulously. Of all the dumb things- “Let me get this straight, you’re benching me over nothing? Tara was through that door seconds later. I wasn’t defying your orders. You have no reason to do this!”

“I want you to redo your basic training so I know you can be trusted in the field.” She demands, stoic, serious, and so far away from the soft woman you used to be able to reach out to. 

You laugh, but the noise is sad and wild. You shake your head in disbelief, watching the woman in front of you that years ago used to be the person you were closest to in the world. Now you stare at her and feel every part of the ocean that destroyed you both. “God, you’re so emotionally constipated.” 

“Excuse me?” 

You push yourself off the end of the ambulance, bringing yourself to your full height and meeting her gaze. You knew the day she accepted the unit chief position this wouldn’t end well, there was too much history, too much the two of you had left unsaid, hurt and anger smothering any possible relationship left. 

“Let’s not pretend this has anything to do with my performance.” You begin, words low enough that if she didn’t listen the words threatened to disappear with the wind, “It’s because I got hurt and you’d rather damage my career and ruin the tatters of our relationship than admit that me getting hurt scared you.” 

Emily steps backwards, face stricken. Her hands fall from her hips, her mouth opening and closing as she struggles for words. 

You decide there’s nothing left she can say. You excuse yourself and grab a lift with Luke, happy to leave the crime scene and your boss behind. After everyone’s finished at the farmhouse and packed up at the police station it’s nearing two am and everyone is ordered back to the hotel to catch a few hours of sleep before the flight in the morning. 

Your feet are dragging by the time you make it to your room. The meds have done their job though and your headache had faded away, but nothing but sleep was going to help your heavy and aching bones. You wave a tired goodbye to Tara, who unlike Emily had no issues checking in and making sure you were okay, and then retreat to your room. 

You slump into the chair at the desk, telling yourself you’ll find the energy to get ready for bed in one minute. But so thankful to finally be off your feet. Your reprieve lasts only minutes before a knock sounds at your door. A withered sigh leaves your lips and you consider ignoring it but still find yourself pushing yourself upright and making your way back to the door. 

When you open it, you wish you’d listened to your thoughts. 

“Hi?” You say hesitantly, staring into the tired face of Emily Prentiss. There’s no anger, her shoulders are almost slumped, defeated maybe? You look away, too scared to analyse further. 

“Can I come in?” 

You open the door further allowing her entrance. She smiles, tight lipped at you, nodding her thanks. You close the door and wait for her to speak, pondering how in the hell you both got to awkward silences and forced tight lipped smiles when years ago you two could share looks across the room and know what the other was thinking, spent hours talking and laughing together, how you had built a life and never thought there would be a day that she wasn’t in it with you. 

“We can’t go on like this.” She starts eyes meeting yours before flickering away, “Things between us have not been right since I returned and I think maybe we should clear the air. I want to be the Unit Chief, I want to be back here at Quantico but that only works if we can be a team.” 

You scoff. It slips from your mouth, uncontrolled and harsh. Emily’s gaze snaps to yours, her surprise at the sound clear. You shake your head, “What is there to say?” Where would we even begin?

“I-” She chokes, blinking as the emotions claw at her throat. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Your brows draw in confusion as you shake your head, “What are you talking about?”

“After everything that happened with Doyle-”

Your eyes bulge, “You think I'm still upset about that? God, do you think I’m a monster? You survived. You lived. That’s all that matters.” 

Tears pool in her eyes, but she blinks them away, her gaze shifting to the wall as her fingers pick at a hangnail. She looks back at you, still picking, gaze more open and lost than you’ve seen in a long time. “Then why? I hurt you. I can see it in the way you can barely stand to be around me, like it hurts you to even be in my presence.” 

You blow out a breath, eyes moving around the room before they land back on her and then away again. “It’s not your fault.” You breathe, emotions lodged in your throat and heart beating wildly against your chest as you try and force the words out. “You didn’t hurt me, I hurt myself. There was never going to be a life I led that you weren’t right with me, you know?” You laugh, wet and broken. 

Emily’s mouth falls open, her eyes emotional pits that you don’t dare hold. 

“And then you left for London and I couldn’t exactly be upset because I had no say in what you did with your life. We were just friends. I knew it’s what you needed and I don’t resent you for that. I just…” You take a breath, “I was so angry at myself for missing you, for thinking that I could be someone you would stay for.”

And there it was. The truth. Because at the end of the day, you’ve always just wanted to be enough for the woman in front of you. For her to see you as more than just your friend. To one day have your feelings returned. 

She’d left and you’d both been busy and you’d deliberately tried to separate yourself as well, drawing back from the painful reminder that you weren’t enough. And since her return, all those emotions have been resurfacing, however much you tried to keep them buried. Because falling out of love with Emily Prentiss was just not something you were capable of, and you’ve spent years trying too. 

Emily approaches you, the space between you closing ever so slightly. Your gaze sticks to the ground, scared to see the easy to read emotions across her face. She takes a breath, the sound muffled by the beating of your heart.

“After I came back from Paris, I used to find myself looking at you and knowing I couldn’t be that woman you remembered, the one you sought for. I wanted to. Desperately.” Her voice hitches, and then lowers to a hoarse whisper, “I wanted to be the woman you fell for.” 

Your eyes finally rise, against your will. Tears make their way in delicate paths down her cheeks, she looks every bit as lost as you feel. The only thing stopping you from falling apart is the fear that if you let go you may never recover. 

“I didn’t need you to be anyone. I just wanted you to be yourself. I wanted you to trust me.” You respond gently.

She shakes her head, “No, everyone was looking for that version of me that I couldn’t grasp onto.”

“Emily,” You sigh painfully. Her face crumples, eyes squeezing shut at the sound of her name from your lips. It’s been so long, you know. “You were healing from a trauma. I’ve always wanted the authentic you, whatever that includes. Why would that suddenly change?” 

She nods, a deep frown on her face as she accepts your words. Then a wet laugh, as she wipes away her tears. “I’ve missed you. Every day. I hate being in the same room as you and it being awkward. I used to be able to look at you and know what you’re thinking. I want that back.” 

A small smile curves your lips, “Me too, more than anything.” 

“Yeah?” She questions. Her teeth run across her lip, as she dares to hope. “You think we could get back there?” 

Your heart hammers. “I just need you to be really clear here. What exactly are we getting back to?” 

She steps forward, finally close enough to touch. Her hand hesitantly reaches out and touches yours, her cold fingers intertwining with your warm ones. Your body remembers her touch, relaxes and leans into it automatically. You eat it hungrily, tracking the movement before your eyes rise to meet hers and find soft, open eyes watching you. “I want to make you fall in love with me again.”

Your breath catches in your throat, tears pooling in your eyes as your hand shakes in hers.

“And this time, I promise, I’ll be there to catch you.” 

“We might have a slight problem with that plan.” You laugh, trying your hardest not to sob.

She frowns, nose wrinkling in the way you adore. “What’s that?” 

“It’s pretty difficult to re-fall in love when I never stopped loving you in the first place.” You huff, and Emily laughs, rich and free and bright. Her face joyful and happy, and with the wide bright smile you’ve waited months to feel pointed in your direction. God the sight makes your head spin.

“Is that so?” She asks, hand moving up to cup your cheek, eyes full of love and pointed at you. 

You can only nod, dizzy from her attention and the emotions coursing through your body. 

When her lips find yours it feels like finally coming home. Soft and delicate, both too scared to push too hard, exploring slowing even as her hand holds your cheek and yours fists in her shirt. You’ve waited years for this, and if you get more of these than it will be worth it. Everything is worth it for the feeling of Emily in your arms. 

When she pulls away, it’s too soon. You follow her mouth and she concedes and gives you a couple more slow kisses before she stops herself, resting her forehead against yours.

“I just want to say sorry for earlier.” She whispers into the safe space you’ve built. “You were right, I was scared when you got hurt. Dave’s already kicked my ass for my response, you won’t receive any disciplinary action.”

You nod slightly, her forehead moving against yours, “Thank you.” 

“It won’t happen again.” She promises, sealing the words with a kiss to your lips. 

“I know.” You kiss her again, but this time you break out into a yawn midway through. Your momentarily forgotten exhaustion, making itself known. 

She melts against you, caressing your cheek. “Oh, you need to sleep. We can talk more tomorrow. I’m taking you out for dinner.” 

You bite your lip to hide the smile threatening to take over your face, “A date?” 

She chuckles, rolling her eyes. “Yes, a date. But only if you sleep first.” 

“Your wish is my command.” You can’t stop the grin from taking over your face anymore. You press a peck to her lips and lead her back towards the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow.” She agrees, eyes fluttering over your face as if she’s committing every aspect to memory. “Sleep well.” 

“You too.” 

She presses one last kiss to your lips before she opens the door and makes her exit. You close the door quietly behind her, sinking back into it and allowing the giggle to finally escape your mouth.

What the fuck had just happened. 

Emily Prentiss kissed you. 

Emily Prentiss has feelings for you. 

You weren’t alone.

You bite your lip and push off the door, finally ready to get ready for bed and praying come morning that this would still be your reality.

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[iovebarca]

hello hello:) i love your fics! how about a fic where gavi and the reader go on vacation together (like the maledives) and just spend sunny days by the beach, relaxing in each others arms after a stressful season? maybe they go to a fancy dinner in the evenings or something like that, just fluff of a cute romantic couple on holiday:) thank youuu🫶🏼

Sun-Kissed Serenity - Pablo Gavi

Authors note: only 2 exams left! and i listened to the song SAND by SABA while writing this, such an underrated eurovision song!

Warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me

WC: 800 ish

Summary: In the serene paradise of the Maldives, Pablo and the reader find solace from the stresses of his football season with Barcelona.

send me requests! or just anything if you want to talk:))

The gentle lull of the turquoise waves washes over you as you recline on the pristine white sands of the Maldives, the sun painting golden hues across the horizon. Beside you, Pablo's presence is a comforting anchor, his arm draped protectively around your shoulders as you both bask in the warmth of each other's company.

It's been a long-awaited vacation—a much-needed respite from the whirlwind of stress and pressure that Pablo endured during the football season with Barcelona, compounded by the setback of his recent injury. But here, in this idyllic paradise, time seems to stand still, allowing you both to leave your worries behind and simply embrace the serenity of the moment.

"You know," Pablo murmurs, his voice soft with contentment, "I don't think I've ever felt more at peace than I do right now."

You turn to him with a gentle smile, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. "I'm glad we could escape here together," you say, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his. "You deserve this, Pablo. You've worked so hard."

Pablo's expression softens at your words, gratitude shining in his eyes. "And having you here with me makes it all the more special," he replies, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

As the days unfold, you and Pablo spend your time lazily exploring the island, indulging in leisurely walks along the shoreline and exhilarating snorkeling adventures in the crystal-clear waters. Each evening, you dress up in your finest attire and venture out to enjoy romantic dinners under the stars, savoring the exquisite flavors of the Maldivian cuisine and the intimate moments shared between just the two of you.

But it's the quiet moments spent in each other's arms that you treasure the most—the whispered conversations beneath the canopy of palm trees, the stolen kisses as the sun dips below the horizon, the simple joy of being together in a world all your own.

Pablo had spent the afternoon building sandcastles on the beach. With childlike enthusiasm, Pablo had dug trenches and piled sand, his laughter echoing across the shoreline as he sculpted his masterpiece. He had created quite the castle, if you say so yourself.

"You're still a kid at heart, aren't you?" you teased, a fond smile playing on your lips as you watched him adding the finishing touches to his artwork.

Pablo looked up from his sandy creation, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, shut up," he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. "You know you love me."

And indeed, you did love him—with all your heart and soul. It was moments like these—simple, carefree, and filled with laughter—that made you fall deeper in love with him each and every day.

As the night falls over the Maldives, painting the sky in a canvas of deep blues and purples, Pablo suggests a spontaneous late-night swim beneath the shimmering moonlight. Eager for the adventure, you both slip into your swimsuits and make your way to the deserted stretch of beach.

The warm embrace of the ocean welcomes you as you wade into the gentle waves, the water cool and refreshing against your skin. Pablo's laughter rings out in the night air as he splashes you playfully, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Come on, mi amor," he urges, his smile infectious. "Race you to the buoy!"

With a playful grin, you accept the challenge, kicking off from the shore and propelling yourself through the water with all your might. Pablo's laughter fills your ears as he swims beside you, the thrill of competition mingling with the exhilarating rush of freedom.

But as you reach the buoy, the mood shifts, and the playful banter gives way to something deeper—a quiet intimacy that binds you together in the stillness of the night. You tread water side by side, the only sound the gentle rhythm of your breathing and the soft lapping of the waves against the shore.

In the moonlight, Pablo's features are illuminated with a soft glow, his eyes reflecting the depths of his love for you. Without a word, he reaches out, drawing you into his arms with a tenderness that steals your breath away.

And there, beneath the canopy of stars, you share a moment of pure magic—a moment that transcends time and space, a moment that speaks volumes without the need for words.

As you found yourselves immersed in the tranquil waters of the ocean, you couldn't help but reflect on the playful antics of earlier in the day. With Pablo by your side, every moment was an adventure, every memory a treasure to hold close to your heart.

[bananayuyu]

Cabin Fever [part 6]

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: fluff and smut

Word count: 9.8k

Summary: Unsurprisingly, Mingi is open to your invitation; you just have to wait a bit, and your biggest fantasy will come true before your very eyes. So too will Wooyoung, Ari, and San's fantasies, and none of them can quite believe what's about to happen.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, foursome, protected sex, anal, face sitting

A/n: I really hope you all enjoy, thank you for the support as always! <33 I hope everyone has a safe and joyful New Year's Eve

Linked here is my masterlist where you can find the previous parts. Again let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! (it will be now seven parts in total if everything goes to plan)

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On the last full day of your trip, you finally woke feeling refreshed, a gentle energy greeting you as you blink open your eyes and take in your surroundings.

Yunho next to you smells gorgeous, his outstretched arms and lack of clothing giving you a taste of his natural aroma. You snuggle into him, waking him up in the process, his lips automatically coming to press into your forehead, gently running his hand through your hair. You don't often wake feeling this well-rested, or with a beautiful man in your bed, and you breathe deep taking in the moment. The little things like this were always what made your life, and with Yunho by your side you had a feeling there would be a lot more of those moments coming. The thought made your heart ache from joy, your eyes blinking shut as you got lost in the feeling of him.

***

The conversation had happened the day before, on top of the cliff overlooking the falls. After a brief talk with Wooyoung, his girlfriend Sammie was curious to see where things could lead, if she could only snag Ari and San for a private talk between the four of them. And atop the mountain she saw her chance, subtly whispering to them to stay behind while the other's decided they'd had enough of looking over the terrifying drop.

They'd all caught up later, of course, Wooyoung and Sammie making it back to the cabin before everyone else in the end. But for those ten minutes they all sat in a circle, eyes darting around as everyone gauged the level of comfortability in everyone else's faces.

"Wooyoung told me what you guys had proposed to him, yesterday," Sammie started, speaking with that calmness that she always possessed. "I want to say to start, I don't feel any type of way about it, like jealous, or anything like that. I mean, that will be pretty clear with what I'm about to say, but I just want to start with that. I don't think it's too forward, or weird, or any of those other judgements people might have."

Both San and Ari chuckle, releasing their shoulders that had shot up in worry as soon as she started talking.

"Me and Youngie discussed it a little yesterday, and well, I think it would be best if I was the one in control of the scene, if that's okay with you two," she says, eyeing them both with that calm reassuring look.

"Yeah, that sounds good to me," Ari responds, looking at San as he nods along.

"Have either of you ever done something like this before?" Sammie asks.

"No, but we've discussed it, at length. We've both wanted to try this, together," Ari answers her.

"Okay, well, I need you both to promise me that you'll be honest with me. If I am in control then I'm responsible for everyone's wellbeing, and I don't want anything bad to come of this for anyone. You two seem very happy together, but emotions can run high in scenes like these, and jealousy, shock, lots of confusing feelings can surface. Do you think you'll be okay if any of those feelings are brought out?"

"I think we'll be okay," Ari says, smiling in San's direction.

"Definitely," San adds, smiling back at her. "Like Ari said, we've discussed this a lot. I'm not going to freak out just cause someone else is touching my girlfriend. And I'm not one to yell, if I do get upset, just in case you were worried."

"That's certainly good to hear," Sammie replies with a chuckle. "And just to be very specific, what were you hoping to have happen? Do you want Wooyoung and Ari to do stuff together, while you watch, or do you both want to do things with him?"

"We both want to," San replies, meeting Sammie's gaze.

"And do you want that to happen simultaneously, or do you want to take turns with him?" she continues.

"Simultaneously, if we can. We really like that idea," Ari responds, lips turned up in the suggestion of a smirk.

"Okay, well, there are many ways that could go. What exactly are you both comfortable with or wanting? Are you comfortable with penetration? Are you hoping to fuck his ass?" she asks directly, eyes on San.

"Uh, yeah, I'd like to. If he's okay with that," San answers. He peers over at Wooyoung's face, at the way Woo is nervously squirming in his spot. The bluntness of the last question has both Ari and San fighting back laughter, and they really try their best, because they want Sammie to understand that they truly are serious about this.

"He'd like that very much, San," Sammie assures, smiling over at her now tight lipped boyfriend. "I don't know if he wants to say that aloud himself, though..." she trials off, prompting him.

"Yes, I'd like it if you fucked me," Wooyoung says in a small voice, making everyone laugh.

"And are you wanting Wooyoung to fuck you?" Sammie asks Ari.

"Yeah," Ari nods. "Well, I was kind of hoping I could like, be on top, if that was possible."

"And you both would like those things to happen at the same time, right?" Sammie asks again.

"I don't know if it's possible, but yeah," Ari answers, nodding in sync with San.

"I think it could work, I just need to think on it a bit. I'm sure Wooyoung would enjoy that very much, too. I think I have an idea," she sighs, looking over to Wooyoung who is silently taking in every word, his lips in a permanent shy smile. "How is this sounding to you, Youngie?"

"Good, very good," he sighs under his breath, eyes hitting the ground.

"I can't believe I'm seeing you so shy, Woo," Ari laughs. "You're never like this."

"He is, but only in certain situations," Sammie adds, making Wooyoung's ears turn pink. "Youngie, do you promise me you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"Yes, I promise," he says, looking up to meet her eyes, knowing that's what she wants.

"And Ari? Do you promise you'll tell me if anything that's happening doesn't feel good?"

"I promise," Ari replies, smiling.

"San?"

"Absolutely, I promise."

"Okay, good. Well I think tomorrow morning, or maybe midday, will be a good time for all of this. Can we use the room you both stay in?" Sammie asks.

"Of course," Ari says, nodding her head.

"And the rest of your friends won't mind us, doing that, in the same cabin as them?"

"Two of them have been fucking basically every night in that cabin, so I'm sure it's fine. I mean, if they have a problem with it, it'd be pretty hypocritical," Ari responds, and San and Wooyoung laugh remembering that awkward conversation, after the night everyone heard you and Yunho loud and clear.

"Shall we head back down then?" Sammie asks, and the four of them stand back up, slowly beginning the decent back down the face of the cliff. Already comfortable with following her lead, Ari and San wait for her to pass by them, Wooyoung walking beside her with their hands interlocked. As they make their way down energy is high, the adrenaline from their frank but somewhat nerve-wracking conversation still coursing through everyone. San pulls Ari around to him, planting a big kiss on her, holding her close in reassurance. They're excited for the scene, but he always wants to remind her that it's her who he loves, her who he wants to be with.

***

That morning it seemed everyone had gotten a great night's sleep.

The cabin was alight with warm energy, every single one of you in a fantastic mood. After grabbing your breakfast it didn't take long for Ari to appear at your side, beckoning you to come outside and sit with her by the fire pit, as you both sipped teas and started to eat.

"Girl, I gotta tell you something," she says as soon as you exit the cabin, Yunho's hoodie keeping you warm in the coolness of the morning.

"Oh my god, what happened?" you ask, knowing that tone of hers.

"No no, what's going to happen," she clarifies, making your eyebrows shoot up. "Okay, so you know how Wooyoung asked to join you and Yunho the other day?"

"Yeah?" you ask, looking at her sideways as you sit down on chairs opposite each other.

"Well when he came back to the cabin I found him like, hard as a rock and obviously so distraught-" you both laugh, as you try not to spit out the sip of tea in your mouth. "Okay, anyway, yeah, I found him and he told me what was going on. And, funnily enough, me and San had been discussing this exact possibility a few weeks ago. That if Wooyoung would be down to join us, we'd be down to, you know, have a threesome."

"You had?" you ask, genuinely shocked. "When did you get so kinky?" you laugh, eyeing her.

"Girl I don't know, I mean, it's not like anything else we do is particularly out there, it just came up in conversation one night. I don't even remember what led up to it. But it wasn't really a, 'we should have a threesome' thing, it was specifically if Woo wanted to then we would. Only him," she replies.

"Why Woo? Wait, is San bi?"

"Yeah he is, and one time when I asked him who of my friends he thinks is hottest, he said Wooyoung," she laughs, her eyes moving up as she clearly remembers something. "We were kinda drunk that night, it was early on, we were only dating for maybe two months or something. I was showing him pictures of all of you. And yeah he said that. And then I told him about what happened with me and Woo in high school."

"I was gonna say, it won't be the first time you're fucking him," you laugh, eyeing her.

"Well, that time we were barely sixteen," she rolls her eyes. "And it lasted about a minute, in total." You both giggle, unable to stop yourselves.

"I still can't believe Woo was the first person you had sex with," you say, shaking your head.

"I can't believe I was on top, my first time," she responds, shaking her's too.

"The beginning of your top journey," you quip, making her laugh.

"I'm am still kind of a top, I guess," she chuckles, eyes lost in thought for a moment.

"What, that hunk of muscle doesn't body slam you into your mattress every night?" you ask, eyebrows raised.

"I mean, sometimes he does, but not usually," she responds, eyeing you. "Some of us like being in control, missy," she teases you.

"God, the shame of being a bottom," you groan, throwing your head back dramatically.

"So it's still true then, isn't it?" she asks you. She was curious, given that it had been a while since you were involved with anyone sexually.

"Of course it is, Ari. I don't think anyone on this planet is a bigger bottom than me," you joke.

"Well, I'm sure that's perfect for Yunho. You're made for each other," she laughs. You look at her slightly confused, and curious. "What? It's written all over his face that he's a fucking alpha dom, top, whatever," she laughs.

"Ew, what the fuck," you laugh too, you both cringing at her use of words.

"You know what I mean though, it's obvious. He's so like, let me take care of you, let me be in control, I'm a protecter," she says, dropping her voice as low as it'll go to imitate his voice.

"Okay, he's not even like that normally, though," you laugh. "He just like, teases and plays around with everyone."

"Yeah but like, it's just readable. Like the way Wooyoung is a little subby brat. He acts out and says whatever he wants which makes him seem really self-confident, but as soon as he's hot for you he's such a little sub. It's not even funny," she says.

"How do you read those things? I'm so fucking oblivious," you sigh, settling down more comfortably on your chair.

"I don't know, it just seems obvious to me," she says. "Are you saying I'm right about Yunho?" A small smile graces your lips, and you're unable to hide it. "Ha, I knew it. See, you guys are a perfect match. He wants someone to care for, you want to be taken care of. How sweet," she pouts, looking at you fondly.

"Stop it," you laugh, rolling your eyes. She waggles her eyebrows at you, then tips her head back to finish the last of her tea. "There's something I need to tell you, too," you say.

"Oh?" she looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"We're gonna try to uh, well, do stuff with Mingi," you start, not sure how to word it.

"Do stuff?" she asks, obviously prompting you for details.

"I- I'm gonna watch them do stuff, that's the plan," you say, looking away from her. "We still have to ask Mingi, but Yunho says he's sure he'll agree."

"Wowww, since when did you get so kinky?" she asks, chuckling.

"I've always been like this," you laugh.

"I know, I was kidding. You and your smutty books," she responds.

"Do you remember on our senior trip, when I saw that couple out of the window, in the hotel..?"

"Of course I remember," she smiles, thinking back to the funny memory.

"I'm insane," you sigh, looking away from her again.

"No you aren't, y/n, don't say that. I'm sorry if we teased you a lot back then, for that. That's one of those things I look back at and see how damn immature we all were." You nod, taking in her words.

"So you and San are gonna fuck Wooyoung, together?" you ask, curious again.

"Sammie's gonna be there too, supervising things."

"Supervising?" you laugh.

"Like, she's in control, I don't know," Ari laughs in response, setting her mug and empty plate on the ground beside her. "Since Woo's gonna be like the center of attention, I guess she'll be making sure he's okay and everything. I think it'll be good. Woo gets very shy and doesn't say much when he's horny."

"He doesn't say much?" you ask, bewildered.

"I know, very hard to believe," she laughs. "I honestly can't wait to see San, you know-" he hands come up to cover her face, her embarrassment obvious.

"Why are you so shy about this?" you chuckle, smiling in her direction.

"I don't know dude, I've never done something like this," she responds.

"Well, there's no reason to be shy around me. I obviously understand that you want to watch your boyfriend fuck another man." Ari's eyes meet yours for a moment, before you both break into giggles.

"Girl, what has happened this trip? We've all gone wild," she laughs, shaking her head.

"I truly don't know. I swear something about this cabin this year is fucking with our hormones. Or maybe it's just that once we get some time to genuinely unwind, all any of us want to do is fuck," you say, making Ari laugh harder.

"Something like that," she sighs, standing up. "Speaking of, I should probably get back in there. We all are supposed to meet at ten, so I shouldn't be late."

"Okay, have fun with him," you chuckle, a twinkle in Ari's eyes as they meet yours. "Oh, and can you send Mingi out here? I need to talk with him alone, if possible."

"Of course. Good luck with all that," she sighs. "Let me give you a hug, come here," she pulls you up off your chair, wrapping her arms tightly around you. "I'm glad we've had this trip, I'm just so sorry you've been feeling so awful."

"Thank you, that means a lot," you sigh, pulling away. "It's been good though, despite it all. I am so blessed to have all of you."

"We're so blessed to have you too," she says, pulling you in and kissing you on the cheek.

"Okay, I'll be going. I'll send Mingi out as soon as I'm inside," she smiles, turning to grab her dirty dishes.

"Okay, sounds good. Thank you. Love you!" you call as she starts to walk away.

"Love you too!" she calls over her shoulder, bouncing all the way back to the cabin, through the tall grass littered with flowers.

It only takes a few minutes, and a tall broad man in a hoodie is lumbering out of the cabin and towards you, his hair messy and his glasses on.

"Did you just wake up?" you laugh, as he comes and sits right the lounging chair you're on, directly in front of you.

"Yeah I fell back asleep. We were up late last night watching that movie Woo put on. How do I look?" he jokes, flashing you a smile.

"Very sleepy," you laugh, adjusting in your seat so your legs aren't so fully in contact with his. This forwardness from him isn't surprising, but you're not sure if you could get the words out with so much physical touch already happening.

"So what do you want to talk to me about, miss y/n?" he asks, his hands fiddling with the strings of his hoodie, eyeing you playfully.

"This is serious, don't mess with me," you pout, not able to make eye contact with him.

"But you don't talk with me about serious things," he chuckles.

"Today I want to," you say, and your voice is small, trepidation seeping in.

"Are you okay?" he asks suddenly, your tone concerning him.

"Yes, this has nothing to do with me," you start. "Well, no it does, but it's not like that. I haven't been diagnosed with a terminal illness or something."

"That's good," he laughs, eyeing you again.

"It's not super serious, honestly, just kind of. I just- this isn't a joke, is what I want you to understand," you say, finally willing yourself to raise your eyes to his and keep them there.

"Just say it, then," he says, gently, but wishing you'd hurry up and spill already.

"Okay, well- to start out with, I know that you and Yunho have, uh, hooked up several times. He told me about it, last night. Well actually I saw you guys like years ago, at Ari's eighteenth birthday, and then I asked Yunho about it last night and he told me the rest." You pause for a moment, expecting a reaction.

"And?" Mingi asks you, his expression not changing.

"Do you feel weird that I know that?" you ask.

"Not really, I think all of our friends know," he replies.

"God, I keep forgetting everyone else can just figure these things out," you laugh, shaking your head.

"So what about it?" Mingi asks you, now even more confused.

"Well, I- uh, I was telling Yunho last night, I liked it. Like, I enjoyed watching you two, together. And just for clarity's sake, you two can still hook up even though me and him are together. I told him last night but I'll tell you now too, I have no problem with that."

"Okay, thanks," Mingi says nodding his head. "You brought me out here to give me permission to fuck your boyfriend?" he jokes, smirking.

"Okay, he's not even my boyfriend yet, and that's not the only reason," you respond, a mixture of embarrassment and excitement tumbling through you.

"Yet," Mingi drawls, laughing. "You two are so funny. As if you haven't been obsessed with each other for years."

"Mingi, please let me finish," you hold out a hand, placing it on his upper arm and anchoring yourself there.

"Okay, go ahead," he says, his big brown eyes boring into yours, and the attentiveness makes your insides spin in a way you weren't expecting. You close your eyes, sucking in a breath, trying to calm yourself enough to finally just say it.

"If you are open to it, I was really hoping I could be in the room while you and Yunho hooked up. I want to watch you two," you say.

"I'm definitely open to it," he chuckles, staring at the way you're still squeezing your eyes shut. You peak them open, scared to see his face even if his words were positive. "You sure you don't want to join us?" he quips, turning his head to the side, just as another yawn hits him. He's so relaxed, still in the haze of waking up, but your nervous system is on high alert. Your cheeks turn pink instantly at his question, a million thoughts running through your brain, and you can't believe you'd never imagined that possibility before. It was probably because it seemed so unlikely that it wasn't even worth fantasizing about.

"Well?" he asks, searching your face as you just stare at him, now wide eyed.

"I don't know, I hadn't considered that," you answer, finally noticing that your grip on his arm was pretty severe. "Oh, sorry," you say, pulling back your hand.

"I'm open to that too, just so you know," he says, his head shaking subtly from side to side.

"Why are you shaking your head?" you laugh.

"It's just hitting me what we're talking about," he laughs, another yawn ripping through him. "I need some caffeine."

"Go get some, and bring Yunho out with you once you have. We should talk the three of us," you respond, giving him space so he can get up.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit," he says, turning and eyeing your finished plate. "Can I take that in for you?" he asks.

"Such a gentlemen," you laugh, nodding at him.

"I am," he eyes you, stopping in his tracks.

"Oh really?" you ask, eyebrows raised. Not that Mingi was an asshole, but you assumed he was more of a playboy than anything, given that you'd never heard about any long term relationships he'd been in.

"I've wanted to fuck you for years, but I've never made that known to you, have I?" he asks, smiling, knowing exactly how you're going to respond: your mouth agape, staring up at him with complete shock.

"You're crazy," you laugh, but you can't keep your eyes on his because what he's said is making you feel things.

"Be back in a few," he responds, satisfied with the way he's left you, certain you'll be mulling over that comment until he returns.

And soon he is back, his glasses no longer on his face, his whole demeanor looking much more energized. Yunho is walking behind him, breakfast in hand, making his way to sit on your chair with you, just like Mingi had minutes prior.

"Mingi tells me you talked," he says, taking a big bite off the strip of bacon in his hand.

"Yeah," you respond, nodding and smiling at Yunho, the look on his face something like pride.

"So we're really gonna do this?" he asks, looking from you over to Mingi.

"Yeah, if she wants," Mingi says, pointing his head in your direction.

"She definitely wants," Yunho says, chuckling at you, making you slap his shoulder.

"God, are you both gonna tease me now? I don't know if I can take it," you say, and Mingi laughs hard.

"It is up to you entirely, you realize that right? If you end up not liking it, or it starts to feel like too much, you have to tell us, okay?" Yunho says.

"I know," you sigh, eyes hitting the ground for a moment.

"You have to promise me you'll say something," he says, his tone more serious that you expect.

"I know, Yunho, I promise," you say.

"I've never done this before but I know in these kind of situations it can get complicated for everyone involved. Especially if everyone hasn't done it before. And we're not three strangers who will go our separate ways, and then tell our closest friends about some crazy shit we did. We are each other's closest friends, so we'll have to deal with it if it's weird," he says.

"I think it'll be fine, even if it gets awkward," you say, looking from him over to Mingi, who's currently trying to hide the smile forming on his lips. "What Mingi?"

"Nothing, nothing," he chuckles, shaking his head. "You two are just cute, is all."

"This is serious, dude," Yunho eyes him, a sharpness in his gaze.

"I know, I know," Mingi replies, hands held up in front of him.

"If this gets weird and she gets hurt because of it-" he points to you, "I'll be very upset."

"It's gonna be okay Yunho, like she said," Mingi replies, taking in a deep breath.

"I think it'll be fine, I'm serious," you say, a hand on Yunho's upper arm.

"You have to tell me if you don't like it," he says, eyeing you, that intensity still there.

"You seem more nervous than either of us," you say, staring back.

"I guess I am," he sighs. "I guess- I'm assuming I'll sort of be in charge, right?"

You and Mingi nod in response, realizing immediately it's the obvious way this will all go down.

"Okay, I thought so. So you better listen to me," he says, clearly in Mingi's direction, and Mingi chuckles in response, his eyes darting to the ground.

"What, does Mingi struggle with that?" you laugh, looking between them.

"I mean, he just likes to mess with me is all. I just don't know if you'd be comfortable seeing that," he says, his eyes coming down to meet yours again, more softly this time.

"You two can joke around, I don't expect it to be perfectly serious the whole time. I mean, that would be kind of weird, not letting you all do what you usually do. Just do whatever, I don't care. I just want to see you together," you smile, burying your face in his chest.

"Are you embarrassed?" he asks you from above, chuckling as he makes eye contact with Mingi, the both of them loving to see you so flustered.

"Shut up," you whine, burying your face into him further, laughing as more blood rushes to your cheeks.

"Okay, well, we're leaving tomorrow, so we'd probably need to make this happen today if we want it to happen anytime soon. Is that too soon?" Yunho asks.

"It's cool with me," Mingi replies, and you drag yourself up to sitting again, agreeing with him.

"Okay, sounds good. Let's all meet in the library in like, an hour?"

"Okay," you smile, looking between them both, setting back down into your lounge chair and soaking in the sun above you.

"I need more coffee, I'm gonna head back in," Mingi says, standing up from his chair, running a hand through his hair and yawning again.

"Me too, I'll join you," Yunho replies, standing himself.

"I'm gonna sit for a little longer," you say, taking in a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of your mind being clear and your body energized.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Yunho replies, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"Wait, me too," Mingi says, walking over to himself leave a quick peck on your cheek, and you giggle in reaction, playfully pushing him away.

"Go away," you whine, because it feels like he's teasing you with the gesture. But you're laughing, and they both laugh too, starting to make their way back to the cabin. You watch as they walk, as Mingi leans over and whispers something in Yunho's ear. Yunho shoves him in response, and you can hear him say 'shut up', before Mingi starts running ahead, Yunho following fast on his trail. You hear their laughter all the way from outside, and soon you don't really feel like being out here by yourself anymore, so you gently lift yourself up, sauntering back through the grass towards the door. In the reflection of the mirror you catch a look at yourself, your hair messy but in a way you love, your face one of satisfaction, maybe even pride. All that had changed, all that had transpired on this trip made you feel all the more grown up, which was your favorite feeling in the world. And you knew you were in for even more of it today; you only had to wait an hour.

***

When Ari makes her way back inside, she's met with San, Wooyoung and Sammie already in the master bedroom, the three of them standing in a perfect equilateral triangle around the bed. It almost makes her laugh, how awkward they look, especially San. But she feels that awkwardness too, even as she tries to hold onto the comfort her conversation with you gave her. She's so thankful you are here to talk to, because she's sure her nerves would have gotten the better of her if you weren't.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Ari says, the three turning in unison to face her.

"You're good, not late at all," Sammie smiles, and suddenly something in Ari's stomach is churning, reminding her of an unfortunate fact.

She was still very much on her period, this weird out-of-the-norm period for her that had caught her totally of guard. Her cramps had been so minimal she'd basically forgotten about it. Even with its unpredictable timing, she couldn't believe herself. How had she neglected to remember this very important fact yesterday during the conversation atop the cliffside? It was obviously important information to divulge, and she couldn't help feeling so stupid.

"You feeling nervous?" San asks, coming over to put an arm around her and rub her arm comfortingly.

"Uh, yeah, I-" It was hard to get the words out with how silly she felt, and the fact that it might put an end to all of this before it even started.

"Aren't you excited?" Wooyoung pipes up across from her, his cheeks already pink as he looked straight at her.

"Woo, obviously," Ari responds, a deep sigh leaving her lips, not having it in her to tease him. Which made Wooyoung quite surprised.

"Is there something I can do to make you more comfortable?" Sammie asks from beside her.

"Uh, no, sorry, I just realized like two seconds ago that I'm still on my period, and I neglected to tell you yesterday. I'm so sorry," Ari says, her head bowed forward slightly, as if in shame.

"That's okay, you don't need to feel bad about that. It's good to know, of course, but it won't be a problem at all. I promise you, Wooyoung does not care about that. I'm assuming San doesn't, and I don't either. We'll put a towel down, but I was already planning on doing that, anyway," Sammie responds, a genuine smile on her lips and a hand outstretched, giving Ari's arm a quick squeeze.

"Thank you," Ari sighs out, some relief hitting her. It made her chuckle, along with other feelings she was having, and suddenly her admiration of Sammie felt all-consuming.

"What?" San asked beside her, chuckling too.

"I just- I find Sammie's self-assuredness very... admirable," she says.

"You mean sexy," Wooyoung chuckles, his eyes fixated on the eye contact between the two women.

"Maybe I do, Woo," Ari says, flicking her eyes to him momentarily. "I hope I'm like you one day," she says to Sammie, her eyes wide as she stares at the woman. Her sharp bob swishes as her head scans the room, her kind eyes coming quickly to rest on Ari's.

"I'm sure you will be, sweetie," she says, a smile more like a smirk graving her lips.

It makes Ari's insides flip again, in a way she's totally not expecting. She grabs onto San to steady herself, then darts her eyes away, looking over at Wooyoung again who looks like he couldn't be happier.

"Can I go to the bathroom real quick and just, make sure everything's okay down there?" Ari asks, gesturing to her crotch.

"Of course," Sammie responds, and San gives her shoulder a quick squeeze before she walks out of the room again, this time headed straight for the bathroom. In the mirror she examines herself, a quick pep talk needed to calm herself down again. She wasn't sure why she was feeling so nervous, other than the fact that she'd never done anything like this before. She checked her pad hastily, finding it only somewhat more bloody than this morning. Her period had remained pretty light, and she couldn't be more thankful. If only it hadn't come at all, if only it had come when it was supposed to. But she knew that wasn't how life worked.

After freshening up she busted open the bathroom door, harder and faster than she meant to. She found a slightly surprised looking Seonghwa just outside, clearly on his way to come pee, and after a brief moment of startled eye contact she walked past him, determined to not wait any longer for the day's plan. Her face showed her nerves so obviously, so as she walked past you you stuck out a hand, grabbing hers and squeezing it tight, smiling in a way that said 'good luck, you've got this.' As she stumbled past Seonghwa's eyes stuck on yours, and momentarily he forgot why his bladder had beckoned him over here.

"Is she okay?" he asked as he sidled up next to you, both of you staring at the now closed door of the master bedroom.

"I think she's just nervous," you said, head turning back around to meet his eyes.

"Nervous?"

"Something, uh, kinky is about to happen in that room. You might want to head outside," you chuckled, leaning into him slightly.

"Something kinky?" he whispered back, eyes wide and chuckling himself.

"Don't act like you're some kind of angel whose never fucked in this cabin," you responded, making his head tip back in laughter, his shoulder nudging you playfully.

"Why is she nervous to have sex with San though?" Hwa asked.

"It's more than just San, that's why it's kinky," you answered, keeping your voice low too.

"Who else?" Seonghwa asked, eyebrows high.

"It's a long story, I'll tell you later," you said, trying to not keep laughing.

"It's Woo, isn't it," Seonghwa remarked, eyes rolling to the ceiling.

"How'd you guess," you laughed, your head shaking.

"It wouldn't be the first time, those two..." Hwa trailed off, the two of you falling into a fit of giggles, and you weren't even sure why. It wasn't the funniest concept in the world, but something about the two of them together made you both giggle uncontrollably. When you'd found out all those years ago that they were each other's first time, you'd giggled like this, too.

"Sharing secrets, are we?" Hongjoong piped up behind you, walking out of the kitchen towards the two of you with a plate of food in hand.

"Maybe," you answered, eyeing him sideways, a smirk on your lips.

"I won't ask," he said, handing the plate of food to Seonghwa, walking back to where he was dishing up. Just then Mingi and Yunho stood from the couch and made their way towards the library, Yunho's hand coming to tap your thigh as they walked past, a look passing between you two for just a second. You knew exactly what it meant, you didn't need anything more to get his message.

"I guess we'll all go to the library then," Seonghwa said, starting to make his way that way too, and your hand jumped out instantly, stopping him.

"No, its- you can't-"

The words escaped you; you really didn't know what to say.

"What?" he asked, eyebrows raised in confusion.

"I need some private time in there," you said, sighing.

"Private time with those two?" Seonghwa asked, pointing towards the backs of the two tall men.

"Uh, yeah," you chuckled, eyes hitting the floor momentarily.

"Good lord, it's threesomes abound," Seonghwa laughed, shaking his head.

"Again, don't act like you're some angel," you pouted, holding up a hand.

"I'm not honey, I'm not judging. It's just, kind of surprising, is all," he said, smile on his face.

"Why don't you two, like, go to the falls or something, so you don't have to deal with all the rest of us, um, you know..."

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Seonghwa replied, looking in the direction of the kitchen. "Hongjoong, do you want to go to the falls after we eat?" he asked, raising his voice slightly.

"Sounds great," Joong replied, running the dirty pan and spatula under the water of the sink.

"Okay, go have your fun," Seonghwa said to you, motioning in the direction of the library door.

"Stop it," you chuckle, walking past him, just as Yunho stuck his head out, wondering what was taking you so long.

"Have fun!" Seonghwa called after you, making yours and Yunho's cheeks turn a matching shade of pink.

***

"Everything okay?" Sammie asked as Ari walked back in, the three still standing far apart in the room, but the atmosphere comfortable. It was more that everyone was waiting to see what was going to happen, waiting for someone to make the first move, and no one was stuck still in their spot, excited energy coursing through their bodies.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, sliding up next to San, who moved behind her and put his arms around her waist.

"Is everyone ready then?" Sammie asked the room, looking between all three of them. A chorus of yes followed, everyone nodding together. "You all seem hesitant," she chuckled, everyone's body's still jittery with anticipation. "You've got to all get more comfortable with each other before anything can start happening."

Ari and San stared across at Wooyoung, his ears pink and his mouth uncharacteristically closed.

"Wooyoung, get over here," Ari finally said, and he came quickly, his feet sliding across the hard wood floor. Woo stumbled in front of the pair, his eyes wide, breathing already starting to become uneven. "Woo, kiss me," Ari said, and that was all it took for him to step forward and plant his lips on hers, gently and hesitantly at first.

But it was just like the last time, even if the last time had been nearly ten years ago. Something about kissing Ari felt so easy to him, and they moved in sync instantly, their lips dancing over each other's. Sammie watched on from beside, and San had the closest seat in the house, watching the love of his life kissing her stunning friend. Ari could already feel him getting hard behind her, his hips involuntarily grinding into hers. She knew the sounds Wooyoung was making, those breathy moans he couldn't help, were doing a number on everyone in the room. She herself was falling into it now, the hesitation and slight embarrassment already washing away. There was nothing else she could focus on when she was kissing Wooyoung, so deeply and intensely, while San held her from behind.

Finally the kiss broke, the pair of them breathing ragged, the air in the room electric with energy. Everything had shifted with just that one kiss, and now everyone was in it, you could feel it. Woo looked from Ari to San, then back to Ari, and in a flash Ari stepped away so the two could get a taste of each other. She stepped back towards Sammie, their shoulders coming into contact, as they watched on. San's hand was in Wooyoung's hair, and Wooyoung was already trying to undress San, his hands snaking under his t-shirt to feel over his muscled torso, squeezing and feeling over every inch he could. For a moment he pulled back, but San's grip on his hair was still there, and he got pulled back in again, into a harder kiss. It took his breath away, San's tongue swiping through his mouth, his strong hand gripping hard into his hip. Wooyoung let out a whimper at the feeling, the slight pain going straight to his crotch and making him fully hard.

Sammie chuckled next to Ari, a bright smile across her face.

"What?" Ari whispered.

"He just really liked that. He really likes San, I can tell," Sammie answered.

"I understand the feeling," Ari responded, the two giggling momentarily as the two men in front of them finally broke their kiss.

"What?" San asked, his eyes coming back to rest on Ari, who was giving him a look like no other he'd ever seen.

"You two look good together," Sammie answered, her eyes falling softly on Wooyoung and his blown pupils, his hair already disheveled and messy. The compliment made him blush, and he looked away, but his hands didn't leave the chiseled chest in front of him.

"Everyone more comfortable now?" Sammie asked, and again a chorus of yes insued, this time with no hesitation. "Shall we take off our clothes then?"

Immediately Wooyoung grabbed for San's shirt, aggressively pulling it off in a way that had everyone giggling.

"Youngie, calm down," Sammie chided, making Woo sulk and step back, but Ari knew that look well and knew how much he liked it.

"Yeah Woo, calm down. You'll see him naked eventually, I promise," Ari added, more laughter echoing through the room. The two men continued taking their own clothes off slowly, Wooyoung throwing his shirt on the ground behind him while San gently set his down.

"Can I?" Sammie asked Ari, coming up behind her and grabbing the bottom edge of her tank top, slightly tugging on it.

"Yeah," Ari nodded, holding her hands up high over her head to help, and Sammie pulled it up in one swift motion, setting it down on the floor. Crouched down she began pulling down Ari's sweats too, gently holding them at the ground to allow Ari to step out. Then she did the same with her panties, leaving Ari completely naked to the room and almost frozen.

"Was that okay?" Sammie asked behind her, and Ari turned her head, their eyes catching for a moment.

"Yeah, I liked it," Ari said, a shy smile painting her face as she looked down. It was the way every movement was so deliberate, so gentle, that had her feeling so many things. She'd never really felt anything like this for a woman, she was pretty sure, and she had no idea if it was just the moment or if something else was unlocking inside her head.

"You look gorgeous, the boys can't stop staring," Sammie said, gently pulling off her own shirt and pants, carefully folding her glasses and setting them on the side table. Ari looked up to see both boys hard and staring, Wooyoung almost gawking at finally seeing her naked. It had been a while since he had, and last time had been in a dimly lit room in the dead of night. He couldn't stop gawking at San either, mostly at the size of him, sure he'd need even more prep then he'd already had in order to take him.

Ari felt shy suddenly under their stares, so she turned back towards Sammie again, which felt for some reason like the most natural thing to do. She was always used to being the one in control with San, but something about Sammie made her want to follow orders, and there was something relieving about that.

"Can I kiss you, gorgeous?" Sammie asked, and Ari nodded, opening her mouth as the two met for a moment, hands scanning each other's bodies. Never did she imagine she'd be here, but another woman's hands all over her were magical, the way she knew every little place that felt so perfect. The way she brushed over her nipples just so, not too rough but not too gently either, or the way she ran her hands down her stomach and stopped just before the place where Ari could feel her arousal pooling, so turned on by every bit of nervousness and excitement that had led here.

As the two separated they looked over, finding San palming himself, his hard length disappearing and reappearing in his hand.

"You're so fucking sexy baby," he said while staring down Ari, her whole body flushing with need, moving her over to him on instinct. Wooyoung had already sat himself on the bed, staring up at everyone around him as he watched San and Ari locked together in a passionate kiss, San's hand grabbing harshly at Ari's ass and making her whimper.

"You getting excited baby?" Sammie asked him, coming to stand in front of him and straddle his legs, the two getting lost in a kiss of their own. He was rock hard, desperately grinding into her thigh to get any sort of relief, needing things to move along faster. He whined into her mouth, getting lost in the warmth, in her calm collected demeanor that always had him folding. He forgot for a second there were other people in the room, completely entranced by the way her hands roamed his body, the way she always remembered exactly how to turn his brain to mush.

"We're ready for him," Ari's voice sounded behind Sammie, bringing Wooyoung out of his daze. The two broke apart, and immediately Ari moved in to take Sammie's place, pushing Wooyoung down so his back was flat against the bed, his legs hanging off of it. She leaned down to kiss him, her ass stuck high in the air for the others to see, Wooyoung's hands grabbing desperately at her.

"Wait, wait a second," Sammie spoke, her tone a bit more commanding. The two moved their lips apart, both staring at her, Ari looking back over her shoulder. "Youngie, come here, lay on the bed like normal, with your head on the pillows."

He did as he was told, Ari staying in place and waiting for her instruction, San moving up behind her to feel over her ass that he loved so much. Wooyoung laid himself down, his cock stood tall and already leaking a bit, his hands behind his head in a relaxed gesture. He couldn't keep the huge grin off his face, his whole body alight with excitement. He couldn't believe he was actually here, after his ridiculous attempt to make this happen just two days ago.

"Let me put this on you," Sammie said, taking the condom out of its rapper and coming to place it gingerly on Wooyoung's hard length. He groaned at the moment of contact, and Sammie kindly gave him a few strokes, before pulling back, leaving him desperate. "Okay Ari, have at him," she chuckled, and Ari climbed over, straddling him and kissing him like before, this time free to grind against his cock all she liked.

"You know they've fucked before, right?" San quietly asked Sammie, the two standing side by side as they watched on, a gentle moan falling from Ari's lips when Woo's tip hit her clit.

"Yes," Sammie chuckled, not surprised. Ari had that way about her that made her someone Wooyoung would like: she was reasonably tall, obviously strong, and not afraid to tell Wooyoung no.

Finally Ari slid down on him, their hips coming in contact slowly, Ari staying put for a second to let herself breathe. Woo's hands gripped her thighs hungrily, his head moving up off the pillow when she pulled away slightly to chase her lips. He needed more of this, he was pent up as hell, and a part of him wished he could turn her over and fuck her right then. But this had been planned out, the steps there in Sammie's head, and he wanted nothing more than to follow them. He knew if he did he'd have the best time of his life, no doubt.

Finally Ari started moving up and down, a slow rhythm to her movements as she sat up a bit, her hands coming to Wooyoung's shoulders to hold her up. She threw her head over her shoulder, catching San's eye playfully, before shifting her focus back to Wooyoung. San just laughed, his face a bright smile, watching his fantasy come to life in front of him. He too couldn't really believe this was all happening.

"Okay, you ready for more, Youngie?" Sammie asked him a few moments later, and he nodded with a whine. "I need words, if you can."

"Yes, please more," he groaned, Ari still working herself up and down on him.

"Okay Ari, I need you to stay leaned forward like that, tilt your hips forward even more if you can," Sammie started, coming over to them. "Youngie, open your legs for me, and hold them up to the side, okay?" she asked, helping him move them exactly how she wanted. Now his hold was exposed to her, the purple silicone plug finally peaking out, and she tugged on it slightly, making him let out a guttural moan.

"San, I need you to stretch him out with your fingers just a little more, you're pretty big," Sammie said, looking over to San still palming himself, a blush crossing his cheeks at the mention of his size.

"Of course," he responded, moving over just as she finally popped out the plug, another deep groan leaving Wooyoung's lips.

"Ari, stop moving for me for just a second," Sammie added, moving to the side to hand San the bottle of lube from the side table. Ari did as told, looking down at Wooyoung's flushed, pathetic face, and let out a snicker, making eye contact with him.

"What?" he asked shamefully, and it made something in her heart soar. It was equal parts cute and hot, and so fucking Wooyoung, and she just about burst in to a fit of laughter right then and there. She stopped though, when San's fingers finally found there way inside Wooyoung, and he let out another one of those groans, his eyes rolling back in his head before his lids fully closed.

"Is that good?" San asked behind Ari, his face and body totally invisible to Wooyougn in this position. That was kind of a travesty, Woo thought, but the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out more than made up for it, San hitting the right spots inside him. He must have done this before, which was so hot too, and suddenly Wooyoung felt really really lost in it all, at the fact that three people were here focusing on just him and just his pleasure.

Slowly San added more fingers, until he was sure Woo was ready, and after a quick slip on of his own condom, lined himself up with Woo's entrance, gently pressing in.

"Fuck," Wooyoung groaned, and Ari's pussy clenched down on him, making everything even more intense.

"Breathe, Youngie," Sammie said from beside them, her hand stroking comfortingly through Wooyoung's hair. After a deep breath San slowly pushed in further, Woo tight and warm around him, but definitely ready. He bottomed out quickly, letting out a deep sigh at the intense pleasure it was giving him, his girlfriend's own cunt stretched open in front of him, just inches away.

"Okay Ari, you can start moving, slowly," Sammie said, watching Wooyoung's face intently for any sign of pain or displeasure. But all she saw was a wide open smile, his eyebrows then knitted together in pleasure, his hands coming up to open his legs even wider for San's access. "You can move too San, he's ready," she said, watching how carefully San was holding himself, staying still when he so clearly wanted to move.

The two began moving in tandem, thrusting into and down onto Woo slowly at first, then increasing their speed. San's hands rested on Ari's hips, helping her maintain her rhythm, his eyes snapping back and forth between Woo's hole and her's, not believing this was real. Ari's moans were growing, as were Wooyoung's and he wasn't sure how long he'd last with this scene unfolding in front of him, his cock enveloped in soft warm muscle that felt too good to be true.

"How are you doing, Youngie," Sammie asked.

"Good, so good," Woo nearly slurred, working hard to get the words out between his moans.

"I'm gonna put that mouth to good use, okay?" she asked, this time not giving him much time to answer before climbing over his face, sitting herself down facing Ari. His sharp nose pressed into her, his tongue coming up to lap at her clit, relishing the tanginess of her cunt and all of the feelings this gave him. He was so at the mercy of them all now, so unable to move or do anything other than just take, take, take. His moans were muffled against Sammie's core, but everyone could tell they were even louder now, that he was loving this more than anything.

"Fuck, good boy," she said above him, grinding down on his face, unable to stop herself. Once she realized he could take it, that San wasn't too big, she couldn't wait to sit herself down and watch these two beautiful strangers ravage her beautiful boy, while riding his face as hard as she wanted to.

The two women, facing each other, made heavy eye contact, Ari's legs getting shaky as she neared her climax, her breathing and moaning shaky too.

"You close?" Sammie asked her, her hand coming to stroke her cheek gently, nearly sending Ari over the edge immediately.

"Kiss me?" Ari asked, and in a second their lips were meeting above Wooyoung, the two lost in each other for a moment. Below Wooyoung grabbed Sammie's thighs hard, pulling her down onto him even more, wanting to be totally enveloped in everything. And behind Ari, San threw his head back at the sight, so hot he didn't think he could take it.

"Fuck, don't do that, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, and Ari chuckled into Sammie's mouth, intertwining their tongues and pulling on Sammie's shoulders just as her orgasm hit her, her body pulling back and then collapsing on Sammie's shoulder, her legs shaking hard.

"Fuck, fuck," she groaned, the feeling ripping through her hard, and behind she heard San's characteristic 'fuck', followed by an abrupt change in his rhythm, his hips coming flush with Wooyoung's and staying there while he let his orgasm consume him. Ari slumped back against him then, still coming down from her own high, as Sammie rode Wooyoung's face in earnest, her own climax washing over her in no time. The whole scene had her nerves buzzing, and it only took one final sharp suck on her clit for her to come undone, her own legs trembling as she did.

She quickly pulled herself off Wooyoung's face, his tongue swiping around to lick her juices from his lips as soon as she was gone.

"You okay?" she asked him, her hand stroking through his hair again. He just nodded, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips, and a slight chuckle. "Did you cum already?"

"Yeah," he laughed, staring up at her now, his eyes big and full of contentment.

"Of course he did," Ari laughed above him, his cock still buried inside her.

"When, Youngie?" Sammie asked, chuckling.

"Um, not long after San started fucking me," he admitted, a hand coming up to cover his eyes in embarrassment.

"Damn," Ari said, the whole room chuckling. "How the fuck did you stay hard?"

"He can do that, it's weird," Sammie answered her, everyone laughing again. "Good weird," she added, stroking her thumb across his cheek.

"Okay, I'm gonna move now," Ari announced, pulling off Wooyoung slowly, her own body still reacting to the slight stimulation. Then San pulled out of him slowly, Woo sighing at the loss, his body a rag doll on the bed. Everyone began slowly cleaning themselves off, stretching their bodies and coming back to themselves, the shock of what they'd just done hitting everyone slightly, in their own time.

"I'm gonna go get some water in the kitchen," Ari announced, slinging on her sweat pants and top, eyeing San and hoping he would catch on.

"I'll come with you," he said, quickly moving to put on his own clothes as she left the room, then walking out slowly, behind her. In the kitchen she set out two glasses, filling them both with water, handing him one as he came in. He took one sip and then set it on the counter, standing just a foot in front of her and staring into her beautiful eyes, trying to read everything.

"Did you have fun?" he asked, eyes not leaving hers.

"Yeah, did you?" she asked back, a shy smile on her lips.

"Yeah."

They stood in silence for a moment, not breaking their eye contact, until Ari couldn't take it anymore and started giggling, her eyes hitting the floor.

"I can't believe we just did that," she said quietly, a hand reaching out for her boyfriend. He pulled her into him, enveloping her in a huge hug, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Was it everything you dreamed of?" he asked, making her laugh more.

"I think it was everything you dreamed of," she responded, nudging him.

"I love you, Ariana," he said, his voice low and full with sincerity.

"I love you too," she said, her face raising to meet his, her eyes wide.

It really was what she'd dreamed of, more honestly, but something in her felt like she didn't want to say that just yet. This moment felt like it was for them, for her and this man who was so good to her, to remind each other just how much they loved and needed the other. And she was more than grateful for it, so grateful she felt like she might start crying, which didn't feel right, either. Crying right after you had a foursome, well, just seemed a little ridiculous. She sank herself into San's chest, her breathing heaving in lieu of tears, and San could feel all of the emotion washing off of her, it matching the way he felt in so many ways, too.

It had been a lot, this trip. The pressure he felt to impress her friends, to not disappoint anyone. But it had also been fun, some of the most fun he'd had in a long time, and he couldn't believe they'd gotten a chance to explore this fantasy they'd had for months now.

The gratitude ran through him too, washed over the both of them, leaving them in a cloud of joy that wouldn't leave for a long, long time. The cabin was almost eerily quiet, no one else in the living room or kitchen, and they both knew that would end very soon. But for now this moment was for them, for their love, for everything they built and felt together.

[nemesyaaa]

bf!pope x earthy/boho!gf!reader (moodboards and aesthetic) i don't like it at all (feel like it's rushed...)but i love the earthy core so bad.

“ sweet creature, sweet creature. wherever i go. you bring me home ” harry styles lyrics.

i picture earthy!boho!reader like the most peaceful soul and mind. she has her own world, and bring pope in everytime. she's always smiling and helpful. she helps pope, even if he doesnt ask. this reader don't try to fix him, or whatever, she's just caring. and try to understand why the kindness boy of the world doesnt have the most beautiful and heartwarming life ? she help him to reconnect with nature but also his culture, she's like the daughter of the nature, an earthy nymph who love peace more than anything.

but she also loves jazz, random refreshing places, she has a bunch of cats that she never forget to feed. pope helps her to rescue some abandonned animals, bobby heyward really love her, she lives in her garden with full of flowers and plants like a fairy, she loves making homemade meals, hanging out near lakes, taking therapeutic walks, staying in the grass for hours.

while pope works, she paints him. because she loves his focused face. he's like a muse. his face is a work of art.

she has a ton of boho jewelry that she shares with pope. because he is not afraid to wear necklaces, bracelets, foot and waist chains like her.

she is definitely an artist who makes music (flute and tom-tom), and indie films. she smoke weed.

she wants to adopt children later.

even though she is uncertain about her future, all she knows is that she wants to be with pope forever. she save money for their future needs.

dynamics core ;

you love taking your shower at the waterfall with him, kissing him while the water continues to flow over the two of you. you like to ride bikes in pairs on abandoned paths. you like to take him to drink coconuts and bissap. you like hanging out with him at the bookstore and especially when he carries you on his back because you're too lazy to walk.

I know this man loves braiding your hair, but especially adding flowers, jewelry and accessories.

he loves taking photos of you when you have a butterfly on your skin, a ladybug on your hand, a chick on your legs, a cat in your arms.

he's in love your honor. and you're his safe place.

( hope you like it bby @annoyingassleo <33 i did my best actually or i tried. )

[sillyhanako]

꒰꒰🥞﹒BAKING COOKIES FOR MY LOVE I STIR AND MIX !﹕୨୧

꒰꒰﹒SYNOPSIS : A man-child of a customer visits the small local bakery that you owns. And every time he visits he orders the same order, plus his energetic nature he's starting to give you a headache. However, as his visits become a regular thing, you begin to find the man-child rather endearing. and the feeling is mutual .

꒰꒰﹒PARRING : pre-relationship umemiya x reader

꒰꒰﹒CONTAINS : two idiots in love, one of them in denial, sunshine x grumpy trope, sun x moon trope

꒰꒰﹒sfw // 2.4k wc

꒰꒰﹒notes : omg this took 3 long days to make 😭 kudos and reblogs are appreciated!! This is my first time making a oneshot 0-0 i hope its not too bad.. reminder: english is not my first language!!! And credits to

It was 8:12am . The sun was shining brightly, bathing the world in its warm embrace. The gentle breeze was cool and refreshing, providing a much-needed respite from the stifling summer heat. The trees stood tall and proud, gently swaying in the wind as the birds sang their sweet melodies. In the distance, children were on their way to school, chatting among themselves.

You were on your way to open your bakery, a small business you started last year in makochi, a chill town. It was enveloped in a sense of tranquility, the absence of cars making the air still and peaceful.The stillness of the town provided a refreshing change from the constant honking and traffic noise that filled your last location.

As you step into the bakery, the first thing that catches the eye is the warm brown and beige color palette that dominates the space. The walls are painted a soft beige, and large brown shelves are stacked with an array of freshly-baked breads and pastries. The floor is tiled in a soft brown and tan pattern, and the countertops are made of light brown wood.

Large potted fiddle leaf fig plants stand tall in each corner of the space, their deep green leaves providing a stark contrast to the light beige walls. Trailing ivy hangs from the shelves, its delicate leaves adding a sense of wildness to the otherwise cozy atmosphere. Smaller pots of succulents and cacti are scattered throughout the space, their prickly texture and bold shapes adding visual interest to the soft color palette.

After putting on your work uniform, which contains a tucked in white button up with a brown chest pocket, and then over that a brown waist apron, you started cleaning the counter of any dust, and shorty you brought out the chairs from the storage room, they're made of a sturdy wood, and are padded with soft beige cushions to make them more comfortable. The tables are a lighter wood, round in shape, and are surrounded by two padded seats each.

Shortly after the opening, customers begin to come in for breakfast. Some asked for Black Coffee, some for a Latte, and others a Cappuccino. Often paired with stacked pancakes with cream in between and a strawberry on top, waffles coated in honey and blueberries or chocolate and banana slices layered between soft crêpes.

The afternoon passed by in a flash, and as the clock ticked with every second passing, you suddenly realized it had turned to 4:32pm. Occasional customers had swung by the pastry shop for a quick purchase, only to then continue onwards with their day almost as quickly as they had appeared.

And its seems that your regular has chosen this very time to patronize the pastry shop.

With a childish joy, your regular, a tall and gangly man with white hair, once again invaded the comfortable silence of the bakery. His presence sent a shiver of annoyance through you. How could he be such a disruption so often? It was honestly getting ridiculou--

" [name]-CHAAAN " With a childish joy, your regular, a tall and gangly man with white hair, once again invaded the comfortable silence of the bakery with slamming the door. His presence sent a shiver of annoyance through you.

"You look as beautiful as always!"  He barged in, as usual, with an energy that could rival a hyperactive child. But this time, he wasn't alone. Who were these people he had brought along? You hadn't seen them around the bakery before. And by the look of them, they were just as loud and boisterous as your regular.

Much to your annoyance, Umemiya had brought with him a sizable group of companions. They wasted no time, immediately starting to rearrange the seating into a circular formation. To your surprise, you recognized the group as the so-called protectors of the town, Bofurin. You weren't pleased that they, too, were causing a ruckus in your bakery.

You raised an eyebrow as you looked at Umemiya and his group of companions. In mock surprise, you remarked, 'You actually have friends, Umemiya? I thought only Hiragi could put up with your antics.' With the menu in hand, you prepared to take their order, albeit begrudgingly

Umemiya laughed at your comment, clearly not bothered by it in the slightest. His companions chuckled amongst themselves, amused by your words. “Oh, you wound me!” he retorts, putting his hand over his heart in faux hurt. “And here I thought you enjoyed my company!” he grins, clearly enjoying the banter. “And of course I have friends! I’ll have you know that they’re not as uptight as that stick in the mud Hiragi.” "what did you just call me??"

After handing the group the menu he came back to where you were standing, wiping a plate.

"so i'll get a-" "1150." "I didnt even order yet-" "one thousand one hundred and fifty yen. pay up." "wait um let me get a a large matcha-" "yes yes yes! A large matcha shortbread cake, frosted with a light and fluffy pastry cream and topped with fresh, plump blackberries, an iced matcha latte, extra sweet, with some whipped cream on top. And an extra shot of espresso to the latte!! stop playing Hajime Umemiya." "woah how did you know i was going to get that??" "you're the only person in this town that enters saying 'yahoo!' At 4:32pm !! And i can smell that old t-shirt you've been wearing for 3 years."

" did i begame a regular here to the point you memorized my order? " he grinned, pulling out his thin, long wallet. " please. You come here almost everyday. "

While Umemiya laughed and joked with you, some of his companions were watching the interaction with playful stares. One of them with sharp blonde hair couldn't help but comment under his breath, 'How are his teeth keeping up with all that sugar??' The rest of them chuckled amongst themselves, clearly amused by the thought.

Even though the banter and teasing from Umemiya and his friends could occasionally be annoying, there was no denying that these moments were often the high point of your day. The lighthearted atmosphere he brought with his visits always lifted your spirits, making the work a bit more bearable, even if just for a moment.

You efficiently prepared the orders for Umemiya and his friends, making sure each one was made according to their specifications. You then handed them over to your barista, a fellow employee at the bakery, who took charge of serving the customers. She took the orders and skillfully moved through the bakery, delivering the pastries and drinks to the table where Umemiya and his companions were seated.

Your co-worker, a cheerful and energetic individual, their smile and easygoing nature made them popular among the customers, you honestly wanted someone more calm and collected to work with you, but oh well. She quickly engaged with Umemiya and his companions, bringing an even more lively atmosphere to the already bustling eatery.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as Umemiya's voice rose above the din, engaging in a lively conversation with your co-worker. His talkative nature was evident as he eagerly joined in, his boisterous laughter occasionally cutting through the air. You felt a strange feeling in your chest, a mix of annoyance and something you couldn't quite place, at the sight of the two chatting so comfortably.

Umemiya was known to be talkative, and you had no doubt that he would quickly become the center of attention in any conversation. His infectious energy and charismatic personality often made him the star of the show, overshadowing others around him. You knew this would be a long interaction... and you didnt like that.

You shook off the strange feeling and forcefully turned your attention back to the task at hand. You busied yourself with reorganizing the utensils and wiping croissant crumbs off the countertop in a futile attempt to distract yourself. The clattering of silverware and scrubbing of the crumbs filled the air, providing a temporary respite from the conversation happening behind you. Yet, the sound of Umemiya's infectious laugh still managed to seep through, an incessant reminder of the interaction unfolding nearby.

your heart clenched, felt a pang of jealousy and a wave of possessiveness washed over you, surprising you with its intensity. However, this feeling of jealousy was unfamiliar, and you couldn't fully understand it. You were perplexed, torn between wanting to intervene and knowing you had no right to. The mixture of emotions left you in a state of confusion, wrestling with your unexpected feelings of jealousy.

Umemiya was just a noisy regular, nothing else. right? He just orders his complicated order, eats it, and leaves. no way you would catch feelings with that little interraction? yes that must be it. you're just confused with yourself. Nothing serious. The feeling will go away surely...right?

The setting sun sent golden rays filtering through the windows of the bakery, bathing the interior in a warm and inviting glow. The gentle orange hue cast a peaceful atmosphere over the space, creating a cozy ambiance that seemed to welcome the evening. As your co-worker gathered the empty plates and cups, the friends were finishing up the last of their drinks and pastries, preparing to depart. They thanked your co-worker for their service, bidding them farewell as they got up from their seats.

Umemiya approached you with a carefree smile on his face, his usual boisterous attitude apparent. He handed over the payment for his friends orders, the bills slightly crinkled. The air was still filled with the lingering scent of freshly-baked pastries, and the soft chatter of customers in the background.

He leaned in to say, "Thanks, [name]." He said, with a playful wink. "You're the best!" Then, he turned to leave, joining his friends who were waiting by the exit.

You counted out the bills with practiced ease, making sure everything was in order. Then you placed them at the cash register.

You let out a sigh, "Those guys sure are a handful." You remarked, shaking your head in mild disbelief. "Especially Umemiya... always causing a scene whenever he comes in. I swear, I don't know what I'm going to do with that guy." "its not everyday we get such popular customers, right [name]-san?" she asked, placing down the empty food containers on the counter.

"care to elaborate?"

"well you saw their uniforms right?! those are student at Furin! The deliquent school! And who doesnt like tough independent handsome guys? people are fighting to get a chance with them too! and i might be one of them..." she fiddled  with her hair, remembering the totally-her-type Furin boys that were patrolling some days ago.

You rolled your eyes, amused by your coworker's swooning. "Easy there, lovebird," you chuckled. "You're practically drooling." You teased. "Sure, those Furin boys might have a reputation, but don't get too obsessed. There's more to life than swooning over bad boys, you know?" You teased, giving her a playful nudge.

"Fancy coming from you [name]-san! With that undeniable romantic tension between you and Umemiya-san you should just kiss already! God its so obvious you're down bad for eachother," she scolded.

"I dont like him like that. Absolutely fucking not. What the hell? also don't you have work to do?" You were fuming, how can she accuse you like that? Some nerves this girl has.

"aye ayeee whatever makes you sleep at night boss!" she finally left you alone, face red with the thought of you and umemiya in a romantic relationship. thinking of it now it doesnt seem like a bad idea- wait what are you saying?

As night fell, the streets transformed into a mesmerizing canvas of light and life. The vibrant glow of the street lamps illuminated the sidewalks, casting soft shadows that danced with each passing motorcycle and pedestrian. Pedestrians ambled along, some with purpose and some aimlessly strolling, their laughter and voices creating a symphony of city life. The shops along the street were a kaleidoscope of colors - neon signs, shop windows, and the warm glow of restaurants all contributing to the urban nighttime beauty.

As you strolled down the street, your gaze lingered on the captivating designs of the various restaurants. You couldn't help but stop at grocery stores to purchase charming little snacks that caught your eye. The soft illumination from street lamps created a cozy atmosphere, and the lively hum of the city added to the soothing backdrop. After a few minutes of observing and sampling treats, you continue your journey towards your apartment, feeling a sense of contentment in this routine night-time ritual.

You were abruptly jolted from your thoughts as someone violently collided with you. Irritation flared up, but before you could even snap at the person, you found yourself face-to-face with Umemiya. Surprise replaced the frustration as you recognized the messy-haired troublemaker who frequented your bakery. A mix of emotions - irritation and begrudging familiarity - raced through you. God this could not get any worse.

"[name]-chan? I didnt know you were passing by this street today!" he exclaimed, seemingly happy to see you again.

"yeah me neither.. if you could just excuse me-" you tried slipping away from his grasp but-

"this is also my way to the orphanage! I'll walk you to your apartment like a true gentleman." He had a prideful aura around him but you just dismissed it and walked away.

"heeyy! wait for meee!!"

Umemiya rambled on and on, a never-ending torrent of thoughts and observations flowing out of his mouth at an astounding rate. It was almost as if his brain had an infinite capacity for information. You were stuck in the whirlwind of his conversation, listening to his constant flow of words and musings. It was a mystery as to how he was able to hold, yet alone recall, such a vast amount of random knowledge.

As you arrived at your apartment building, you finally managed to find an opening in the conversation to bid farewell to the endlessly-chatty Umemiya. You gave a tired wave, signalling your need for some peace and quiet. Despite the annoyance you felt towards his incessant chatter, there was an odd fondness underlying it, an acknowledgment of his unique character and his ability to make every interaction memorable.

"Wait! " he shouted, causing you to flinch a bit. "A-are you uh free... tomorrow?" "Are you asking me out?" "no. I mean.. yes, maybe as.. friends?" "i mean, i guess i am,but " in fact you werent. you were supposed to hang out with your friends at a shopping mall.

He made a quiet sound of celebration that you didnt ignore. "You're so cute." "What?" "I said you look like a sack of shit, goodbye."

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[misserabella]

hi! i’m not sure if your requests are open but i’d love if you could write something where the reader works at a tattoo shop as a receptionist or manager and ellie goes in one day and becomes obsessed w her. then she keeps going in and getting more and more tattoos just to see reader? it could end in smut or something sweeter. it’s up to you. i love your writing, thank you!! <33

no cause she’d absolutely fall for you and waste all her money on tattoos to see you again

INK LUST LOVE

ellie williams x fem! reader

cw; +18 content, minors dni!, flirting, switch ellie and reader, sex in a public space (tattoo shop bathrooms), needy sex, fingering (both ellie and reader receiving), making out…

the first time she saw you, she swore the world had just stopped. like in the movies. you were so beautiful it made her go weak in the knees.

“hi! can i help you with something?” oh shit. were you talking to her? you were. your voice was so sweet… oh shit she had to answer.

“i’m yeah… i mean. uh… i’m ellie.” shit. explain. “i have a tattoo scheduled? for 15:30?” she said, cheeks flushed and stuttering.

she wanted to kick herself.

you smiled at her. you smiled! oh shit, her heart was doing flips.

“let me check…” you mumbled under your breath, looking. “here you are. ellie williams. 15:30.” you nodded, and she tried to not let show how fucking much it affected her hear you calling her by her name. it sounded beautiful coming from you. “i’ll go see how jesse is doing, give me a second.” you smiled once again, and she nodded, pushing her shaky and sweaty hands on her pockets.

“els!” jesse smiled, and ellie smiled back, waving at him. “come on in. i just need to sterilize the table and we’ll start.” she nodded, and went ahead to get into the room. you gave her a smile that she returned before the door closed behind back and she was finally able to smack jesse. “hey! what the hell was that about?”

“why didn’t you tell me your receptionist was so fucking beautiful?!” she inquired, completely pissed off.

“who? y/n?”

y/n, y/n, y/n…

a pretty name for a pretty girl.

“she just started. how the hell would i know she’d be your type?”

“dude. she’s everyone’s type. have you seen her?” she inquired in disbelief.

“yeah, i see her everyday. and if you have forgotten… i already have dina.” he smiled and ellie groaned.

“gross.”

“whatever.” jesse rolled his eyes. “let’s get started, we have hours ahead.”

-

Ellie came back not a week later. And you received her just the same, only this time you remembered her name. And of course you did. She was hot.

“Ellie! Back so soon?” her cheeks flushed. You looked beautiful, with a floral dress that let show your pretty legs. It’s not as if you hadn’t been dressing up just in case she would come back, of course not…

“Uh… Hi. Yeah, want to get my arm finished.” she smiled, pointing to her right arm, where Jesse had added more to her principal tattoo the last time.

“Looks beautiful. Can I see?” you inquired her and her cheeks flushed as she muttered a ‘sure’ and reached her arm towards you. You gently took it, taking a look at the ink. Your touch was burning her. She needed more. Her breath hitched when your fingertips caressed the tattoos on her skin. You touched her like she was made of glass. A softness she had never experienced before. It made her heart ache. She took her time to look at you. At your beautiful face, plump lips, long lashes and beautiful eyes. She was love struck. You smiled, ‘cause she looked so cute all embarrassed…

“Ellie, you ready?” suddenly Jesse’s voice caught her attention and you let go of her. She already missed your warmth.

“Uh yeah.” she nodded and you smiled at her.

“See you later.” you said, your voice sultry, eyes looking into her emerald ones.

“Yeah, see you later.”

-

Ellie was there almost every day, and somethimg you'd noticed is that she always found a way to make you laugh. She was observant and attentive too. She’d bring Jesse and you some refreshments and snacks (not because he cared about him, but you. She just needed to be subtle). She was not. You knew that she was into you, and you were into her. You had been trying to let her know, but she didn’t seem to get it. Anyways…

Your favorite was this chocolate bars that she’d buy just for you. They were so sweet… Just what you needed to get through an stressful and tiring day.

“And that’s when I told him that he should totally go for it, it was obvious Dina liked him back.” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a bite of her own bit of the chocolate she had brought.

“Shit.” she said, looking at her now stained and sticky fingers. “Do you have a…”

But before she could even ask for a napkin or something to wipe it off you were taking her hand and pushing her fingers inside your mouth to lick it off yourself. Her eyes shot open as your tongue met her skin, and you looked at her, humming at the taste. Maybe you took more time than necessary to leave her clean, but by the way her cheeks had dusted in pink you though she hadn’t mind. Oh she didn’t. Not one bit.

The air was thick around the two of you. You had been slowly throwing hints at her direction. Ellie was hot. And sweet. And you liked her. And you knew she liked you too. So you had decided that since subtle didn’t seem to work…

“Jesse is not in for another 30 minutes…” you said as you popped her fingers out of your mouth.

She cleared her throat, trying to act as if she wasn’t completely soaking her boxers. She liked you too fucking much for her own good.

“Bathroom?” she inquired and you smirked, tugging from her hand not after having turned the ‘open’ sign to ‘closed’.

Her heart was thumping inside her chest as you took her with you to the private bathrooms, and she was moaning as soon as the door was getting closed behind her back, your lips on her neck.

“Shit. You really are thick, aren’t you?” you groaned, one of her hands on your hair and the other on your waist. “Been trying to get you all by myself since weeks ago.” her body was shaking. Shit. Was this a dream?

“Fuck…” she groaned when you sucked on that spot that drove her insane, your hands cupping her tits, free under her white tank top.

“Can I?” you breathlessly said against her lips, your fingers on the button of her jeans. She nodded, not before kissing you. Her kiss was needy, and her tongue was hungry inside your mouth. You moaned, and quickly pushed her pants and boxers down. She did the same with your own and panties.

“Jesus Christ.” she moaned when her hand cupped your cunt. You were soaking wet. Her fingers played with your clit as yours slid through her soaking folds. You two looked like a mess. Making out like teenagers in heat in the first hidden place you could find.

You plunged one of your fingers inside of her cunt. “So tight…” you muttered and she groaned, fucking your pussy with her own as you touched each other. Your lips were on her nipples, sucking and biting. She was going insane.

“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” she sighed, her eyes watering and lips bruises and swollen.

You whimpered when her fingers curled against your g spot. Slick sounds were filling the bathroom as you fucked each other. You were grunting against each other, her lips now on your own neck, sucking bruises as you tugged on her hair. “More.” you begged, and she fucked you harsher, adding a third finger that stretched you out so good it almost hurt. But it hurt so good.

“Fuck. I want to taste you.” she said, and you moaned. “Been wanting to eat you out since the first time I saw you. I’m so fucking close…” she moaned and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Ellie… I’m gonna cum.” you breathlessly said and she kissed you, the two of you moaning into each other’s lips as you tightened around the other’s fingers. You two came with a groan, lazily lapping into each other’s mouth as your cum stained your thighs and fingers.

You fucked each other through it, you were whimpering at her praises. “Good girl. That’s it. Fuck. So good…” you hold onto her, gasping for air as you rode it down.

After a sloppy and slow kiss, she pulled away, caressing your cheek.

“Date?” she inquired with her voice weak and dazed glassy eyes. You smiled before kissing her again.

“My house. 8PM.” and she laughed.

-

a/n; hope you liked it! <3

[leah-lover]

Closed for maintenance. Leah williamson × reader.

This is part 2. I took a gamble on the ending. If you don't like it tell me so that I can change it.

PS: thank you for all the support ❤️❤️.

I woke up the next day with a painful headache. The light painfully affected my eyes as soon as I opened them. At first I didn't take in my surroundings, all I thought about was the pain. Then suddenly it all came back, the party, the drinks, Leah, the kiss. Holy shit Leah I kissed Leah. “Oh no why do I do this why the hell do I always do this. Fuck.” I cursed at myself. Then I jolted up. This is not my room, it's probably Leah's. I quickly inspected the room, no longer feeling the pain in my head as I was preoccupied with the trouble I got into. I then noticed a note that said “ good morning beautiful, come join me in the kitchen.” 

I got up to refresh my hair. I was still in yesterday's clothes, so I just tidied myself and went out to join her.

I was met with the cutest sight in the world. Leah blasting ABBA, dancing and cooking what looks like eggs. With the biggest smile on my face I said “ good morning cap.”. She embarrassed turned down the music and replied “ good morning to you sleepy head, you were drunk last night so I brought you home I am not sure if you remember “

“ I do remember everything despite the earth shaking headache I am experiencing right now.” I added, which made her nervous. 

“ Leah the pan it's burning.” I pointed out. “Shit. Oh god. What are we gonna do?” she said while putting the pan in the sink.

“ Well I guess the girls are having brunch, maybe we should join them.” I suggested, afraid of the outcome of us being alone.

“ Good Idea I am gonna go get ready you tell the girls we are coming together, I mean yeah…., not together like in the same car I guess.” She blurred out while going up the stairs.

On our way to the restaurant Leah seemed nervous, she kept fidgeting with the console not knowing what to do. I just ignored the tension and stared at the window.

Once we arrived we were greeted by Katie. “ Look who just showed up in yesterday's clothes late.” She said,

“ Katie fuck off please and thank you.”She replied, ushering me to an empty seat and pushing the chair out for me. “Such a gentleman “ said Katie, which earned her a stern look from Leah.

The conversation flew rather quickly, and the girls grew tired and started to leave one by one. After a while I was left with Leah alone.

“ We need to talk about what happened yesterday, it is eating at me.” She started, “ it , you, have been eating at me since you joined. You are one of if not the most beautiful human beings I know. You are kind, sweet, and confident. You are a leader and a good friend. I ….” She added before I stopped her when I put a finger on her mouth. 

“ I need you to listen to me Leah. I can't let this go far. I have been in a relationship with my teammate. It has ruined my career. I left Chelsea because of my relationship with Niamh. I lost friends because they were hers first. I was left alone. I like the family here at arsenal. I don't want to lose that. Plus my heart is closed. I don't want a relationship. I can't handle a relationship right now.” I said with tears falling down my cheek.

“hey it's okay. It's not gonna be like that. Here at Arsenal what is mine is theirs. We have formed a group with Katie, Caitlain, Lia, Alessia,and Steph. What is mine is theirs and vice versa. That fact is known within the team. They won't only be my friends they will be your family. You won't be isolated. If god forbid something happened. Do you understand me?” She said, nervousness was apparent  on her face.

I stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say or what to do. “ If you are not up to it that's okay.” She said, worry in her face. “ I don't know what to think. Maybe I just need to understand more.” I replied.

“ Let's go to  Katie's house, there you will understand.” She added, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the restaurant.

And right then and there a new chapter in my life began.

[baby-stoner-butch]

Road Trip

Been thinking lately about long road trips, the kind where you're driving through the middle of nowhere for hours and hours and hours and how the only people passing through along with you are other road trippers or long haul semi trucks. Thinking about all that time alone in the car, all the run down gas stations and rest areas you end up stopping at while driving through nowhere that don't feel real. Thinking about what me and my Passenger Princess could do to pass the time driving through farmland with shitty radio stations and no cellphone service

We'd leave early, like 4 AM early. I'd pack up the car, luggage in the trunk, backpacks in the back seat, and a cooler on the floor within arms reach while we're driving. I'd let my baby sleep as long as she could before I wake her up and tell her it's time to go. As we pull out of the driveway, she falls right back asleep. I'll still get her a refresher when I make my first coffee stop, it'll be waiting for her in the cooler when she wakes up. She won't know that I added a couple shots to the drink before I put it away

Maybe she'd wake up again around 9am or so, whenever I have to make my first gas stop. We'd pull into one of those big truck stops that's nice and clean and has lots of snacks and decent breakfast sandwiches and all that. The last nice big truck stop before the next rural stretch. I'd let my baby wake up and walk around and pick out something for breakfast and feel like she's starting her day before I let her know about the present I have for her in the cooler. Once the car is gassed up and my baby is settled into the passenger seat we'd hit the road again

About 20 minutes into this drive, she'd have eaten her breakfast and drank most of the refresher and she'd start to wonder why she feels kinda tired and spacey. "That's just how road trips are, love, I'm feeling kind of tired too. You just didn't sleep as well in the passenger seat. Why don't you lay the seat back and get comfy, we still have a long way to go,"

I'd let her drift off and feel her buzz for a while, let her think she's still just not completely awake. It's been a long time since she's been on a road trip like this, so I'm probably right that being in the car so long just makes you feel tired and weird. But as she lays there she's more and more aware that she feels disoriented and dizzy. She starts to believe she's carsick and asks me to pull over.

The only place to pull over is a weird little rest area off the highway. One of the ones that might have a vending machine and a clean bathroom, and a handful of picnic tables out in front. There's maybe a dozen cars and trucks parked around, but only one person I can see walking around in the parking lot. We'd sit at a table outside and I'd have my princess drink some water and tell me how she's feeling. She says it's like the world is moving faster than her, like she can't quite gather all her thoughts. I'd tell her that's what it felt like for me the first time I got carsick too. "That's all it is baby is carsickness, you're just dizzy because you fell asleep in the car and got all confused. But I heard that weed can help with car sickness, and I have some edibles in the glove box." She'd try and argue and say that doesn't sound right, but she also can't think very clearly anymore. It's easy to convince her that getting high would solve the problem. She takes an edible as we pull back out onto the highway

About an hour later the gummy kicks in and my baby complains that it's not doing anything to help her carsickness. She says it's hard to focus her eyes and that's making her dizzier and we need to pull over again. "We can't baby, we still have to make decent time. The more we pull over the longer you have to stay in the car." I convince her to hold out a little longer for me. There's a bandana in the glovebox she can use as a sleeping mask, and she ties it tight over her eyes for me so obediently. I reach over and rub gently up and down her thigh to help her calm down

While she snoozes I talk to her so softly. "You're doing so good for me baby, relaxing in the passenger seat. Feel how the car rocks you back and forth, listen to the white noise of the road. Such a good girl for me keeping me company in the passenger seat," Soon enough I can tell she's starting to fall back asleep

Slowly and quietly I take my hand from her thigh and reach into my door pocket where I hid her vibrator. She doesn't notice as I turn it on and connect it to my phone. She only lets out a small moan when I tuck my hand under her skirt, into her panties, and place the vibe right against her clit. She's so wet for me already, she must have been dreaming about something like this all morning. I'm not going to start playing with her yet though, it's a long car ride and I want to save some of the fun for later.

The tank is about halfway empty when she wakes up again and tells me she feels a little better now. If I didn't know any better I'd assume she actually did feel better, but she's still to high to notice the vibrator against her wet pussy. I tell her that it's been a while and she should probably take another edible so she stays feeling better. She takes one without question

It's around 1pm when we pull into a little middle of nowhere diner for some lunch. I walk around to open the car door for my baby and help her out of the car. She leans on me with enough weight that I know if I wasn't holding her up she'd be stumbling around at best. At least this way she can save face and I look like a gentleman.

At the gas station, she waits in the car while I fill the tank and go inside for road drinks. I get a 4 pack of spiked sodas for my baby and an energy drink for me. She's too high to read the label when I hand her her first. It's 2:30pm when we hit the road again.

While my baby sips her soda we chat. I ask her how she's feeling now that she ate and she says she feels good. She thinks the weed is helping. I ask her if she's going to be okay for another long stretch and she says yes. "Did you notice the way everyone was looking at us in the diner, baby? You were holding on to me so tight, I wonder what they were all thinking. I wonder if they could tell how high you are. I wonder if they could see the vibrator under your skirt."

She looks at me confused for a second before her eyes go wide in shock as I turn up the vibrator on her clit. She gasps and squirms in her seat, putting on a cute little show for me. She would have spilled her soda if the bottle wasn't so empty. She looks like she's about to reach down and turn off the vibrator. "Don't touch." She whines and moans but she does what she's told.

"Finish your drink baby," I turn the vibrator down to its lowest setting so she can focus on her task. When she finishes I reach back into the cooler and hand her another. "Finish this too." My baby's always been such a good listener when she's crossed

She drinks about half the bottle before she finally decided to read the label. "Babe did you know there's alcohol in this?" Her speech is slurred and slow, like she really has to fight to use her words. I tell her I don't know what she's talking about. She still finishes the bottle like a good girl

The next hour on the road I have one hand on the wheel and the other playing with her vibrator. Every time she gets close to cumming I turn it back down on the lowest setting and tell her to sip her drink. She's not allowed to cum until she finishes all 4 bottles. She finishes her last one a mile before the next rest stop

I pull off the highway and park the car as far away from the door as I can, just so I can watch her stumble through the parking lot a bit longer. Before I help her out of the car, I pop another gummy between her lips. It's for the best since she finished all her soda

There's one other car in the parking lot, and a semi truck parked along the on ramp. Neither driver is in their vehicle.

I help my baby out of the car, but I tell her I forgot my phone in the car and make her walk by herself this time. She sways slightly when I let her go and takes slow steps towards the door. She almost trips stepping up to the sidewalk and catches herself on a light post. She bends over to steady herself and I can see her soaking wet panties peak out from under her short little skirt. I'm so glad she didn't question the outfit I laid out for her this morning

I take my time catching up to her, but when I do I grab her arm to steady her and walk her inside with me. I can feel the stares from the other travelers when I pull open the door and push my baby through. I don't think she's aware enough to realize anyone saw her. She's so adorable when she can't walk straight!

I walk her into the bathroom with me, one hand on the small of her back and the other holding open the door. As soon as we're inside I turn the deadbolt. I force my lips onto hers, standing on my tiptoes just a bit, and use my bodyweight to pin her to the wall. One hand caresses her jaw so carefully and the other finds it way under her skirt. She's soaked though her panties and I can feel her twitch as I tease my fingers along her slit. I bring my lips close to her ear and whisper "Stay still baby"

Pull away from her face I sink to my knees in front of her, pulling her panties down with me. She whimpers when I pull the vibrator away from her clit and pocket it. I guide her carefully to step out of them, making sure she's still standing before I reach up and shove them inside her drooling little mouth. "Don't drop those sweetheart"

I love when she gets so desperate and needy, I know she needs to cum so bad and she's been so patient while I've had my fun with her. Her thighs are so wet from her leaky cunt, I run my tongue slowly up her leg to tease her, and stop just before I reach her cunt to leave her some pretty bite marks. She's going to bruise so beautifully

She grabs a fist full of my hair to steady herself. I put one leg over my shoulder and hold her to my face by her hips. I blow a slow cool breath over her pussy and feel her shift more of her weight onto me. It sounds like she's trying to beg through her panties. "Be good for me baby, don't drop your panties"

Finally I give her what she wants, I pull her hips forward and push my tongue so deep inside her, letting her drip down my chin. She whines so loud for me as I tease her clit with my thumb, but my good girl doesn't let her panties fall from her mouth. Her muffled "please please" gets louder and louder as I taste her wet cunt

I grip her thigh with my free hand and press her harder against the wall. She's so close to cumming that she's dripping down my chin just the way I like. I won't stop to give her permission to cum, but I'll force her to cum anyway. She screams so loud around her panties in her mouth and tightens her grip on my hair as I thrust my tongue in and out of her. I lift her just an inch off the ground as she clenches so tight around me, I don't slow down while she pulls my face closer and she cums

I feel her ride her orgasm as I gently bring her back down to the ground. Her legs are shaking as she's forced to stand on her own once again. I keep one hand on her waist as I stand to meet her unfocused gaze. "Open" I command as I remove her panties from her mouth. Those go in my pocket too. I lean my weight against her into the wall and I whisper in her ear "That's my good girl" with a gentle nip at her earlobe. All she can do is whimper in response

As we leave the bathroom she hangs off me for support and keeps her eyes to the ground. I notice only one person remains in the rest stop, presumably the truck driver. They must have heard everything. "Lets go my love," I whisper to my baby, "we still have a long drive ahead of us"

[pasaatimonarkin]

As for request, can you write something spicy with Lee Know please? (He's my bias ❤️‍🔥) Maybe a heated makeout session (?) but it's merely a suggestion, the idea is totally up to you 🤗

P.S. Always love your writings ❤️

Thank you so much love🥹💕 I loved this request and it was fun to write! I hope it catches up to your expectations🫶

Lee Minho × reader

A dare turns into a heated make out😌

Word count: 1,5k

Minho's apartment was a cozy mess of laughter and good spirits, the air thick with the aroma of spilled drinks and the faint scent of burnt popcorn. You couldn't help but feel a little nervous as you sat on the worn-out couch, your knees bumping against Hyunjin's as you both leaned over the coffee table to grab a chip. The walls were adorned with posters of bands you had only heard of in passing.

Hannah, the ever-mischievous one, had suggested a round of "truth or dare" to liven up the evening. Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she took a sip of her beer, swirling it around in the bottle before setting it down with a clink. "Okay, guys, I dare you and Minho to kiss," she exclaimed, her voice cutting through the noise like a knife. The room froze, and you felt your heart jump into your throat. You knew Hannah did it on purpose, because she knew there had been something between you and Minho for a while.

Minho's gaze met yours for a fraction of a second before he leaned back, his expression unreadable. "Come on, it's just a dare," Hyunjin added, nudging you playfully. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks, and you knew that you had to go through with it. It was either this or face the embarrassment of refusing. So, with a deep breath, you leaned in, your eyes closing as your lips met his.

The kiss was brief, a mere brush of skin against skin, but the electricity that sparked between you was undeniable. The room erupted into cheers and catcalls as you both pulled away, laughing awkwardly. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, hoping no one had noticed the sudden racing of your heart. "Alright, alright," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "who's next?"

As Hyunjin started to ask Hannah, you nervously bit your lip and with the corner of your eye you saw Minho looking at you. The chemistry between you and him had been palpable for a while, but you had never acted on it. That quick kiss was like a match thrown into a puddle of gasoline - it had ignited something that couldn’t be easily doused. The small touch made you grave for more, but you didn't dare to confess your feelings.

The rest of the night went on with more drinks and laughter, the game continuing in a blur of truths and dares. But the atmosphere had shifted, and every time Minho was close, you could feel the tension coil around you like a tightening spring. When Hannah suggested heading to the bar, you excused yourself to the bathroom for a quick refresh. The bathroom mirror revealed your flushed cheeks and slightly swollen lips, a stark reminder of the unexpected moment that had passed between you. You took a deep breath, willing your heart to settle as you dabbed some cold water on your face and reapplied your lipstick. The door creaked and Minho was standing at the door.

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned against the door frame, his eyes dark with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. "You okay?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. You nodded, trying to play it cool, but the tremble in your voice betrayed you. "You looked like you needed a breather," he said, closing the door behind him.

The bathroom was small, and with Minho in it, it felt even smaller. The walls seemed to close in, the air growing heavier with each passing second. He took a step closer, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne, mingling with the alcohol on his breath. Your eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. Before you could say anything, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"That was... an unexpected move from Hannah" he said, his voice a little unsteady. You nodded, unable to find the words to respond. The silence stretched on, thick with unspoken desire, until finally, you broke it with a nervous laugh. "Yeah, it was," you agreed, trying to play it off as casually as you could. But the way his thumb lingered on your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw, told you that he wasn't buying it.

He took another step closer, and you felt your body respond, leaning into his touch without conscious thought. His hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. The heat from his body seeped into yours, setting every nerve ending alight.

Minho's hand slid up to your neck, his thumb brushing against the pulse point where your heart hammered a frantic beat. His eyes dropped to your lips, and you could see the moment when he made his decision. He leaned in, and this time, there was no room for doubt. His mouth crashed into yours, hungry and demanding. You melted into the kiss, letting go of the tension that had been building since the daring game began.

Your hands found their way to his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath under your palms. His touch grew more urgent, his fingers tangling in your hair as he angled your head to deepen the kiss. The world outside the bathroom faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating taste of each other.

You felt your body responding in ways it never had before, and your mind raced with the sudden realization that maybe, just maybe, this was more than a drunken dare. The kiss grew hotter, your breaths coming in gasps as you both lost track of time and space.

Minho's hands slid down to your waist, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled you even closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers weaving through his hair as you matched his fervor. The chemistry was undeniable, and the line between friends and something more had been crossed with a fiery boldness that neither of you could ignore.

Minho pulled away slightly, panting, reasting his forehead against yours. His eyes pierced right into yours. You took a shaky breath, the coolness of the air hitting your flushed cheeks and you stared back at him. You didn't know where this was going, but you didn't want it to stop.

"I've wanted to do that for a while," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Your heart stuttered at his confession, and you felt your walls crumbling down. "Me too," you whispered back, your voice barely a breath. The words hung between you, loaded with meaning and possibility.

With a smirk that could make you melt on the spot, Minho pushed you gently but firmly against the wall, his body pressing into yours. He leaned in again, his lips finding yours with a confidence that sent a thrill through your body. This kiss was different from the first - a declaration of desire that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

As his hands roamed over your body, you felt alive in a way you hadn't in what felt like forever. His touch was a brand, leaving an imprint on your skin that you knew you would feel even after the alcohol had worn off. You responded eagerly, your own hands exploring the planes of his chest.

The kiss grew more intense, your tongues tangling together as you both gave in to the attraction that had been bubbling beneath the surface for so long. Your breaths grew ragged, and you felt your knees start to tremble.

Minho's hand trailed down to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of your stomach, sending waves of heat through you. You gasped into his mouth, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss even further, his other hand cupping your face. The sound of your muffled moans filled the small bathroom, echoing off the tiles.

He pulled away just long enough to murmur, "You taste better than I ever thought," before his mouth claimed yours again. The words sent a jolt through you, igniting a fire that you hadn't even known was smoldering. You had imagined kisses with him before, but nothing could have prepared you for the reality of it - the way his lips felt against yours, the taste of him, the scent of his skin.

You heard Hannah shout something outside the door. The muffled sound of her voice seemed to break the spell, and you both pulled away, panting. Your eyes searched his, and the heat you found there made your stomach flip.

"I guess we should head out" you breathed out, still catching your breath. Smiling slightly at the sight of your lipstick smeared all over Minho's lips.

"I agree" Minho nodded, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I also agree that we should continue this later" he smirked, the desire still evident in his eyes. You couldn't help but smile back, your heart racing with excitement and nerves. He opened the bathroom door and you both stepped out, trying to compose yourselves before facing your friends.

[sherewrytes]

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒

Trying to see if I can post a Christmas one-shot every day.

Title: Under the Mistletoe

The city square was a scene out of a holiday postcard. Snowflakes drifted softly from the sky, settling on the ground as Christmas lights twinkled along every building, casting a festive glow over the crowd below. The crisp winter air felt refreshing, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and cinnamon, mixing with the joyful hum of voices.

Nanami and you walked side by side, your fingers brushing every so often, though neither felt the need to say anything. It was a quiet kind of peace, the kind that only came when you were with someone who understood the value of silence. Still, Nanami couldn't help but glance at you now and then, his eyes softening when you caught his gaze.

"Ready?" you smiled, a playful spark in your eyes as you approached the ice skating rink that had been set up in the middle of the square.

Nanami’s brow furrowed slightly, but there was no hesitation in his voice as he nodded. "I haven't skated in years," he said with a dry chuckle, his usual stoicism belying the slight nervousness that tugged at his chest.

"You'll do fine," you assured him, nudging him lightly with your elbow. "And if you fall, I’ll catch you."

He offered a small smile in return, the hint of warmth in his expression making the moment feel all the more special. The rink was busy with couples and families gliding over the ice, but Nanami kept his attention on you as you skated in circles, gracefully moving with ease.

For a few minutes, he was awkward on the ice, but with you skating ahead of him, showing him the way, he began to find his balance. Your laughter, soft and genuine, filled the air around you as you glided along. Nanami felt the tension in his shoulders slowly melt away, replaced by something like contentment—being here, with you, was enough.

Afterwards, you strolled through the square, your arms brushing as you passed the various stalls selling holiday treats. The carolers were gathered in the corner of the square, their voices soaring in perfect harmony as they sang classic Christmas songs. The music floated through the air, adding a magical touch to the evening.

Nanami lingered a few steps behind, his gaze fixed on you as you watched the performance. There was something about this moment that felt strangely familiar—almost as if he had been waiting for this connection his whole life.

"How do they do that?" you mused, turning to Nanami, who shook his head with a bemused smile.

"Magic," he replied dryly, though his heart wasn’t entirely in his teasing. He found himself content just to be in this moment, together, with the world around you buzzing but feeling so far away.

At Home:

Later, you returned to the warmth of Nanami’s apartment. The night had grown colder, but inside, the atmosphere was cozy���soft lighting, the scent of pine from the small tree in the corner, and the crackling fire in the hearth. Nanami moved through the kitchen, preparing two mugs of hot chocolate, rich and creamy, topped with a generous amount of whipped cream and marshmallows.

He handed one mug to you, your fingers brushing again as you took it, both of you silently enjoying the warmth that spread from your hands to your hearts. The fire flickered in the corner, casting soft shadows across the room as you settled onto the couch.

The silence was comfortable, a quiet shared between you as you sipped your drinks. Nanami glanced over at you, noticing the way your eyes shone in the dim light, the way you looked so content, so peaceful in that moment. There was something about it that made him want to hold on to time itself.

When the last sip of hot chocolate was finished, Nanami set his mug down gently, his fingers absently tracing the rim as he hesitated. Then, after a beat of silence, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a neatly folded piece of paper.

“I… wrote something,” he said quietly, his deep voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. He cleared his throat softly, the sound almost drowned by the crackling of the fire. "I want to share it with you."

You turned toward him, your curiosity piqued. You watched as Nanami unfolded the paper, then began to speak, his voice low and steady.

The Poem:

“Everyday I'll love you,” Nanami began, his deep voice reverberating in the stillness of the room.

There’s no part of you I don’t want No part of you I don’t want to love No part of you I don’t wanna kiss, that I don’t wanna explore more When I’m with you my mind is quiet My soul at peace My heart is full.

He paused, his eyes finding yours, though he didn't stop reading. His gaze softened, his words becoming more vulnerable with each line.

I want to stick to your side through the difficult conversations Hold your hand at the end of a stressful day and hold you close while we sleep I wanna watch you lean on the counter while I make us breakfast to start your day I wanna listen to your life stories, like an audiobook on your life I wanna kiss you sweetly, fuck you slowly I wanna hold your love in my hand in the form of our future children

Nanami’s voice was steady, yet there was an intensity in it that could not be ignored. He continued, each word spoken like a promise.

I can’t help if I’m smitten, I can’t help if I’m lost in love Every little detail about you captures my attention like a moth to the flame And don’t get me started on your voice— It has this soothing effect that makes me want to dive deeper into your soul.

He stopped for a moment, his throat tightening as he said the next part—something he’d thought but never truly admitted to himself before.

I know we’re new to each other, but there’s something about you that feels so familiar... Like we’re two long-lost souls finally reunited.

The last lines were whispered, heavy with emotion.

In this fast-paced world where people come and go, I wish we could stay right here, right now Sadly there is no right now, with your busy life that I sometimes feel at the bottom of I wonder what goes on in your mind, even though you say I don’t wanna know I want you to trust me (I wonder if I’ll ever have your trust)

He hesitated again, then pushed through.

I love you—those words I wish I could say every day but I can’t, So I smother you in gifts and words hoping it reaches your broken soul that’s searching for that unconditional love Everyday I’ll love you, I’ll love you until you can stand up for yourself more (and even after then) I’ll love you until you can shelter that kindness from a cruel world only meant to break you (and even after then) I’ll love you until you get that Land Cruiser, the phone, the goal of moving out on your own (and even after then) I’ll love you even on the bad days, I’ll love you on the good days. I’ll... I’ll love you when you decide you no longer want me and this is all over You’ve changed me and... and every day I’ll continue to love you.”

Nanami finished reading, his eyes searching your face as the last line hung in the air. The room felt suspended in time, as if everything outside this moment ceased to exist. The crackling fire, the distant hum of the world outside—none of it mattered now.

You were still, your heart pounding, every word of the poem reverberating in your chest. It felt as if the entire weight of his feelings had been poured into those carefully chosen lines, and for the first time, you could truly see the depth of his love. It wasn’t just affection; it was everything—an unwavering commitment, vulnerability, and a promise for the future.

You couldn’t find the words right away. Your throat tightened as emotion rose inside of you, and you blinked quickly, willing the tears that threatened to form to stay at bay. His gaze never wavered, his hands folded calmly in his lap, but you could see the subtle tension in his features as if he, too, was waiting for your response.

Your hand shook as you reached out, hesitating for just a moment before you placed it gently over his. The warmth of his skin seemed to ground you, and the simple gesture sent a wave of emotion rushing through you. Slowly, you squeezed his hand, your chest tightening.

“Nanami…” Your voice cracked, raw with feeling as the weight of the moment became too much.

His eyes softened, as if he understood—truly understood—the enormity of what he had just shared. You opened your mouth, trying to say something, anything, but no words could come. The lump in your throat made it difficult to speak, and all you could do was gaze at him, your eyes glistening with the emotion that you could no longer hide.

“Do you…” you whispered, voice trembling, “…do you really mean all of that?”

Nanami didn’t answer right away. Instead, he simply nodded, his expression soft, almost vulnerable. He leaned closer, his face inches from yours, and you could feel the quiet sincerity in his gaze. Then, without another word, he pressed his lips to your forehead, a gentle kiss that left a lingering warmth on your skin.

You closed your eyes, the touch so tender that it almost took your breath away. For a moment, the world felt like it had stopped, and all you could feel was his presence, the love he had laid bare for you. When you finally opened your eyes, your hand still clutching his, you allowed the tears to fall, unable to hold them back any longer.

“Thank you,” you whispered, the words barely audible, but filled with all the gratitude and love you couldn’t express in any other way. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

Nanami’s hand gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that had fallen down your cheek. He didn’t speak right away, but the warmth in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “You’ve already given me everything I need.”

You leaned into his touch, the weight of his words still settling into your heart. In that moment, everything felt right—everything felt like it had finally fallen into place.

“I love you,” you whispered back, the words coming more easily now, the truth of them echoing in your chest.

Nanami smiled then, a small, soft smile that held so much meaning behind it. “Every day,” he said quietly. “I’ll love you every day.”

The fire crackled in the background, the soft glow of the lights casting a warm, intimate glow around you both. The world outside was cold, but inside, you were wrapped in the warmth of each other’s love—a love that felt like home.

[cc--2224]

Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

Masterlist

The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.