#also please let me know if you're tagged in this and didn't get a notif...been having weird issues with the tagging lately :

[delulujuls]

loverboy | ln4

hi, i finally wrote second part for tinder buddies! im not sure if i like it though, i've got an idea but i dont know how it went.

anyway please enjoy and lets cross our fingers for japan win for this loverboy!

i will let myself tag everyone who wanted to be tagged in part 2: @mickslover @formula-1-04 @petitefaeries @bayleewatts67 @xjval @kapsylia @teamnovalak @slutforln4 @shimmermotorsport @myownwritings @maydiamondsinthenightsky @mikadojohnny

summary: when it turned out that Lando is more of a loverboy than a fuckboy and there is no point in trusting appearances because they tend to be misleading

warnings: none

pairing: fem!journalist!reader x lando norris

Y/N looked as if she had seen a ghost. She clenched her phone in her hand and glanced at the spot where Lando had been just a moment ago. Yes, that Lando, with whom she had a brief interview a few seconds ago, Lando Norris, who drives for McLaren, her Tinder buddy with whom she's been exchanging explicit messages for over a month now, and who knows more about her body seen through the camera than any guy she's had the chance to flirt with in person.

The girl only snapped out of it when the camera operator she had been filming with nudged her shoulder.

"The team bosses' interview is about to start, I saved us seats."

She quickly nodded and tucked the microphone into her bag, throwing it over her shoulder. She glanced at the McLaren garage one last time before heading to the conference. After all, she was here because she had duties.

As she took her place among the crowd of other journalists, instead of focusing on coming up with questions, she picked up her phone again. It immediately unlocked to her conversation with Lando, and she hastily replied to his latest, unambiguous proposition.

"I'm a bit busy at the moment. If you want, we can meet later in the evening."

Lando was scrolling through Instagram when a new message popped up in his notifications. He smiled and swiped it open, reading and replying quickly.

"i'd be honored. give me the address of the hotel you're at. and be ready by 9."

The girl smiled and sent him the address along with a note that she couldn't wait, wishing him good luck in qualifying.

Lando felt his cheeks hurting from smiling. However, he locked his phone and set it aside. He knew that if he didn't restrain himself, he would bombard the girl with messages. He was so excited about the whole situation, the overflow of emotions building up in him could easily secure him pole position that day, which he sincerely hoped for. He wanted to present himself in the best possible way, knowing that on that day, one special pair of eyes would be watching him.

Y/N was also excited, but as time passed, she began to feel stressed. Not because she was going on a date with Lando Norris, but because she was about to confront someone whom she may have known inside out but in reality had no idea who he truly was. She was slightly apprehensive about whether Lando would turn out to be as he portrayed himself on his Tinder profile. There, she dealt with a confident guy who knew how to flirt, who knew how to make a girl's heart beat faster. With a guy who focused only on fun and ultimately only on it. Someone who knew what he wanted and sooner or later would get it, one way or another. Now, knowing her conversation partner's identity, Y/N was certain that their online acquaintance might only exist in that dimension. And just as she had realized before, somewhere in the back of her mind lived a lonely spark, nourished by the hope that something more serious might come out of this online acquaintance. Lando was out of her reach, that was more than certain. However, she didn't plan to dwell on negative thoughts because she had a chance for a pleasant evening ahead of her. She had no intention of ruining it.

Qualifying didn't come as a surprise to anyone, as Max was to start the race from pole position the next day, with Charles in second place. But to everyone's positive surprise, Lando closed the top three, giving McLaren the opportunity to start from third position. Y/N planned to text him and congratulate him on his excellent performance, but she decided to wait until evening with her congratulations. She didn't want to come off as pushy or, worse, as a psycho.

Lando, indeed, was pleased with himself, but not as much as if he had managed to secure pole position. Y/N could notice this on one of the monitors, where post-qualifying interviews with drivers conducted by David Coulthard were taking place.

"Great performance, Lando, you were on Ferrari's heels today!"

"We did well today, not just me, but Oscar and the whole team as well. I hoped for more, but you know, the appetite comes with eating," he replied, but despite the smile on his flushed face, he actually seemed not very pleased with the result. Y/N was packing her things when she observed post-qualifying talks out of the corner of her eye. "I wanted to perform particularly well today, but unfortunately it didn't work out. I hope tomorrow will be better."

The girl sighed and glanced at the contents of her bag, looking at her phone lying at the bottom. She took it out and unlocked it, entering their conversation. She wanted to send him a selfie, smiling and holding up four fingers with a note congratulating him on the result, but she thought it might be a bit silly. So, she quickly wrote an alternative.

"Speaking of appetite, I hope you're looking forward to dinner more positively than to your third starting place. In my opinion, you did great today x"

When Lando finally had the chance to reach for his phone and saw the message from the girl, he sincerely hoped to see her face again. He hovwever, was pleased with her congratulations.

"i can't wait for tonight. and I hope tomorrow we'll have better reasons to celebrate"

Y/N smiled to herself, throwing her bag over her shoulder and heading with the cameraman to the media zone to have the opportunity to talk to some of the drivers or team principals. She replied quickly.

"We?"

"tomorrow I'd also like to invite you to dinner. because i'm afraid tonight may not be enough for us"

The girl felt herself blushing, so she quickly put her phone in her pocket. She didn't manage to run into Lando in the media zone again, but she had the opportunity to gather some more good material. As the drivers began to return to their garages and the paddock slowly began to empty, Y/N and the cameraman also decided to return to the hotel. The girl was absolutely not in the mood to deal with the footage recorded that day, so she was immensely grateful when her coworker offered to spend the rest of the day on preliminary editing and assured her that she didn't have to worry about anything. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief, as in her current pre-date euphoria, she wouldn't be able to create anything suitable for publication. When the girl returned to her hotel room, she decided to take a long bath. Sitting in the tub, her phone lying nearby vibrated again.

"actually, would you mind if i pick you up at 8?"

Y/N smiled when she read his message. She glanced at her watch. She still had 3 hours before leaving, so she should manage without any trouble.

"Why, have you already missed me?"

Lando snorted to himself as he read her message. He would be lying if he said he hadn't. He wanted to see her again as soon as possible.

"if i'm being honest, i would like to be sitting with you at dinner already"

Y/N also smiled. It was cute and completely unlike the image Lando had built and which she had in her head.

"I guess I shouldn't torture you that much. I'll try to be ready by 7."

Lando smiled and squeezed his phone in his hand. Now he couldn't wait for the meeting even more.

"see you then, darling"

The girl blushed when he affectionately called her that. She set aside her phone and immersed herself in the hot water, but even that couldn't wipe the smile off her face.

At the agreed time, both of them were ready. When the girl stepped out of the hotel, she didn't even need to look around, as she easily noticed Lando leaning against his impressive car. He held a bouquet of white flowers in his hand and smiled as soon as he saw her. He walked a little towards her, but he had no idea how to greet her. Offer her his hand? Hug her? What would be most appropriate? He didn't want to make a fool of himself.

"Hi, good to see you," he said, unable to take his eyes off her. He bit his lip, but still couldn't stop smiling. "You look stunning."

"You too, but I'm sure you already know that," she replied, looking into his eyes. They were sparkling, brightening up his already joyful face. Even though he was wearing a dark shirt and dark jeans, his hair was slightly disheveled, and she could already smell his cologne almost on the stairs, Lando at that moment looked adorable, like an elated child.

"Maybe so, but it's always nice to hear it from someone like you," he replied, extending the flowers towards her. "Here, these are for you. And I hope I didn't make a mistake and accidentally buy you flowers you hate."

The girl chuckled softly and shook her head, taking the flowers from him and smelling them.

"No, absolutely not. I love white flowers, and these are beautiful. Thank you."

"Phew, thank god," he theatrically let out a sigh of relief "Glad I started off on the right foot."

"I rather doubt you don't know how to behave around girls," she retorted, following him as he opened the car door for her.

"Well, I'm afraid you might be surprised," he replied, helping her into the car and closing the door behind her.

Lando chose a very pleasant restaurant, located not far from the hotel where the girl was staying. The place was cozy and seemed expensive, but it manifested in a modest way, without any tackiness or artificial wealth. He reserved a table in the corner of the room, so they could expect a bit of privacy. Before taking his seat at the table, he pulled out the chair for the girl. She tried her best to remain composed, but the smile never left her face. This meeting and this whole situation was more than crazy.

"I hope I picked a good place," he said, sitting across from her. "I've never been to these restaurants before, so today's choice was largely based on Google reviews."

He admitted, glancing at her uncertainly. But seeing her smile, he smiled too.

"It's very nice here. Your choice didn't disappoint."

"Second victory in twenty minutes, going better than I expected," he joked, eliciting a quiet laugh from the girl. He then thought it was a good sign that she laughed at his jokes. It meant that this whole situation had potential.

Lando was genuinely stressed about this meeting. He knew well how people perceived him and what kind of guy girls thought he was, but the truth was entirely different. His hands were sweating with nerves in the car, and he prayed that the steering wheel wouldn't slip from his hands and cause some idiotic accident. Upon returning to the hotel, he spent over two hours searching for the right place to take the girl for dinner and did about twenty quizzes on what flowers he should buy her for their first date. Since he met her at the paddock, they had the opportunity to talk, and he managed to connect all the facts. He felt like either his heart would jump out of his chest or his cheeks would fall off from smiling. In reality, Lando was absolutely not who he portrayed himself to be and how he was perceived. And Y/N was slowly starting to realize that.

When the couple placed their orders and the waiter brought the vase for flowers that Lando had requested earlier, there was a moment of silence. Both were equally embarrassed, not knowing if it was because of each other or the whole situation.

"So," Lando started, rubbing his hands on his pants, "oh god, I don't even know where to begin. Should we pretend we don't know each other and this is our first meeting? Or perhaps the opposite?"

"I honestly have no idea, but I'm glad we both don't know how to behave," Y/N laughed. "But we can start over. Like it's our first date."

She smiled warmly at him. He reciprocated the smile and reached out his hand towards her.

"Lando, nice to meet you."

"Y/N, and it's also a pleasure for me, Lando."

She shook his hand. From that moment on, everything started to go smoothly. The conversation flowed smoothly, and there wasn't a single moment when there wasn't something to talk about. Lando turned out to be the complete opposite of the person she met on Tinder. He was also different from the Lando she sometimes observed in the media. He turned out to be a funny and very intelligent guy with interesting hobbies, not just those revolving around Formula 1. His big heart and incredible modesty also made it impossible not to feel sympathy towards him. Lando, on the other hand, wasn't really up for this meeting, he honestly had no idea what to expect. As it turned out, he met not only an attractive but also hardworking girl, for whom motorsport was not just a job but also a hobby. It also turned out that they had a lot in common, so after a while, the remnants of stress and uncertainty disappeared, and they began to feel in each other's company as if they had known each other for ages.

Their conversation was only interrupted by the waiter, who apologized and said that the restaurant was closing in fifteen minutes. Y/N and Lando both looked at their watches at the same time and were shocked to find that it was just before midnight, and the past five hours had flown by like fifteen minutes.

"Sure, of course, we'll ask for the check," Lando replied to the waiter, who went to tally their dinner. As soon as the girl reached for her purse, Lando looked at her meaningfully. "I hope you don't think I brought you here for you to have to pay."

"We can split the bill," she replied, looking at him and clutching her wallet. "People usually do that on first dates, right?"

"It would be a pleasure if you honored me to be a gentleman and let me pay."

Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"As you wish, Mr. Gentleman."

When he paid for their dinner, they left the restaurant together. Lando once again opened the car door for her, and their eyes met when their faces were inches apart as she passed him to take the passenger seat. When they were back at her hotel, the girl reluctantly glanced towards the entrance. She would have loved to spend time with him until the early morning.

She sighed and smiled sadly, looking at him.

"I know, me too," he replied, easily reading her thoughts. "But we'll probably bump into each other in the paddock in the morning. Purely by chance, of course, not like I'll intentionally run into you, absolutely not."

Y/N chuckled at his words.

"It was very nice spending the evening with you, Lando."

"The pleasure was all mine," he replied, smiling at her.

They sat in silence for a moment, exchanging silent glances.

"Would it be inappropriate if I kissed you now? Since we agreed that today we're starting with a clean slate?"

He asked, his gaze moving from her eyes to her lips.

"People don't usually kiss on first dates, but I feel like I've seen these lips somewhere before, and they've told me a lot of different, indecent things, so I think we can make an exception."

She replied, biting her lip. She surprised herself with her boldness, not to mention Lando, who just saw the same girl who he sometimes saw on the screen of his phone in the evenings. As soon as he got her consent, he touched her cheek without hesitation and pulled her into a long, passionate kiss.

Y/N returned the kiss, smiling into his lips.

"Have a good race tomorrow, and after tomorrow's dinner, I'll invite you for dessert."

She whispered, still centimeters away from him, when they separated after a moment. Lando unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, circling around it, opening her door, and offering her his hand.

"I think I can fit in dessert tonight too," he replied, biting his lip and looking into her eyes. She returned the smile and handed him her hand without hesitation. It seemed that the evening was not ending for these two, on the contrary, it was just about to begin.

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n

[mafiadad5]

Try, try not to think about us in that way.

part 1// Genre- smut/ kinda plot?

Warnings/ au- best friends to lovers, 18+, unprotected (wrap it up), degrading, hint of mutual masturbation (bad at balancing attention tho so mostly y/n…), auralism, blindfold/ touch deprivation, y/n’s a little desperate…, may have forgotten things

Bestfriend!Chenle × fem!reader

Word Count- 3.5k+

a/n- I’m afraid part 1 is better plz go read, no proof read lolz… anyways hope u like xoxo🩷 tags- @sunnybutcloudy @marvelahsobx

Summary- You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing on the hotel balcony, listening to the waves crash on the shore as the sky lit up due to the sparkling stars, a cool breeze sending goosebumps to your skin, well that and also Chenle grabbing your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Your lips look so tasty when the stars reflect off of them." He looked at you. “Then what are you waiting for Chenle, kiss me then.” 

Plz continue on…🎀

"Y/n, wake up." You heard your mom's voice from your door.

It's been the first time you could sleep in since you started college in August, in your comfy childhood bed at that, but of course, you couldn't enjoy it. It seems like you could never get a good rest actually, your dreams are always filled with fantasies about Chenle. It seems like ever since the beach trip you two took together, your dreams has gotten even worst—graphic, and you couldn't stand it. It's been months since you and him talked— well, since he talked to you.

After the trip he pretty much started to avoid you. Finding excuses to miss hang outs the rest of summer, responding dryly to your text, not calling, or even bother answering your calls, just acting strange— and you knew why. There was nothing you could do at this point, he wouldn't let you. Besides, you started college in a different state, so I guess it was best to cut ties or whatever it was in the first place. You just wished it never happened if this is how it would end. You made it out of your room, meeting your mom downstairs.

"You forgot your bag in your car again," She smiled. "and guess who I ran into this morning at the store?" She looked up at you from the kitchen as you sat at the table.

"Who?

"Chenle! He's doing well too, got his own place and everything." You forcefully smiled, taking a sip from your glass of water. "He asked about you too, what ever happened between you? Went on the trip and it seems like everything fell apart." "We just got into it on the trip and decided that we didn't work as friends." You didn't want it to, but your mind instantly geared to that night— the taste of him on your lips, the feeling of him in you, you could never forget it.

"Plus, if he's so worried about me he can just text my phone-" You stopped in your tracks from your phone buzzing on the table, your heart stopping for a moment as you glanced down at the phone, his name popping up on your notification center. 

You swear that you could hear his voice as you read the message: "Hey. Kinda weird but I heard you were back in town. I understand if you say no, but do you think you can come over my place later for dinner, so we can... you know... talk." You thought maybe you were just seeing something, shit maybe you were even dreaming again. It's been months, why now? You sat there staring at your phone for a second, the room silent, your mind forming millions of thoughts. You sat for so long your phone went dark again, but it instantly lit up again, another message stacked above the one he sent, a mere: "please."

You looked up at your mom, a smirk painting your face disguising the butterflies and shocked pit forming at the bottom of your stomach. "Speaking of the devil. He just asked me to come over to dinner to talk." Your mom smiled in response, glazing at you as she wiped the counter. "You should, so you can reconcile. Plus, I miss my babies hanging out together.”

"I'll think about it." You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes as your mom grinned.

You knew you had no thinking to do— you sat in the mirror, making sure you looked perfect, even better than the last time he's seen you. You knew that you were gonna go no matter what, and there you were, driving down the road that led to his house.

You stood at his front door, nervous to ring the doorbell, nervous of what you would even say when he opened the door, nervous of if he would even open the door. The way you felt about seeing him, you would've thought he was never your best friend. You finally gathered the courage to just ring it and you stood there for a minute, thinking he was just ignoring it, but then the door opened.

You wanted to be the one who looked better than the last time you spoke, but it looks like he beat you to that. His dark eyes held so much expression, and his plumped pink lips that met your gaze drove you insane— it hadn't even been 30 seconds and you already want another taste.

"Y/n?" He spoke exasperated. 

"Chenle." You said in response, an awkward smile appearing on your face.

"Come inside, it's cold and rainy." His eyes were wide as he grabbed your hand, pulling you inside. "I didn't think you would come, you ignored my message. How'd you even find my address?" He stood in front of you, a black t-shirt hugging those familiar abs, black loose pants hanging on his legs.

"Even though you stopped talking to me, you never stopped sharing your location." You flashed him a sarcastic smile, his expression instantly shifting to regret as he stepped closer to you.

"I'm so so sorry Y/n,  I was just afraid that things would change."

"You decided to start it, you did it, so if anything changed it's because of you. I didn't deserve that." He stepped even closer, a little too close for comfort, grabbing your hands. "I know, and I'm actually so sorry. I'm such a dick for ignoring you after we did that. Please, please forgive me." His eyes twinkled and his voice was weirdly desperate as he held your hands tighter.

"Chenle, we've been friends for years, I could never not forgive you. He didn't even wait for you to finish the sentence, pulling you into a hug by your hands, grabbing your waist. "I'm so sorry Y/n, I love you." He broke the hug, looking at you with sparkling eyes. "I love you too Chenle." You smiled.

"Well, I didn't make dinner because I didn't think you would come over, but I can order take out and we can watch a movie?" He said, walking you to the living room, grabbing his phone as you nodded in response.

1 hour later the food finally got there, another hour passed as you two sat eating, talking each others heads off like nothing ever happened. You glanced at your phone, 10:07 pm. You didn't even notice the time passing by, and was ready to break the news that you had to go, but he spoke before you could even get the words put together. "It's pretty late, and it's raining super hard now, you should just stay the night." You looked up him, a smile sitting on his face as you looked down at your phone, thinking about how your luggage is literally in your car so you had everything you needed.

You haven't stayed the night with him since the beach trip and you saw how that turned out so you were hesitant about going, but he was you best friend and you trusted him— plus, you both learned your lesson so what's the worst that could happen? "Yea ok, but I need to get my bag out the car."

"You brought a bag?" He smiled, looking at you with questioning eyes.

"Yes I brought a bag, I just got back from school yesterday."  You said in a mocking voice, getting up from the table and grabbing yours keys. "Oh yeah I forgot you just got back home. I'll go get your bag." 

You two sat in his bed, watching a movie, his hand resting on your knee. You already changed into more comfortable clothes. Everything had gone back to normal and that's what's eating you up inside. You can't stop thinking about that night— his scent, the way his finger twirled on your knee, it was all making it so hard to forget.

"So how did you get this house so fast?" You asked, trying to distract yourself as his fingers trailed up your skin, going higher to your thigh.

"Well, I have roommates, but they're not here." He said. His voice sounded more sensual, and his hand trailed up even higher, pushing the fabric to your shorts off your skin as he rubbed your upper thigh. You turned to look at him, his dark eyes already on you. You remembered this exact look and what it meant, and god did it drive you crazy for him to give you that look again, but you couldn't.

"Chenle, you saw what happened last time we did this. Let's just keep this strictly friends and that's all."

"I understand." He smiled in response, taking his hand off your thigh and nodding. The atmosphere was a little awkward, but died down as the movie ended. You look beside you and he was out like a light so you decided to just turn off the tv and slip on your eye mask. Typically you don't sleep with it on, but he has this obnoxious lamp in his room that makes you unable to sleep. You tucked yourself in under his cover and fell asleep soon after.

Chenle always had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night during his sleep, typically he just scrolled on his phone till he could sleep again, and it was no different this time around, even if you were laying beside him.

He couldn’t help to keep glancing down at your body though, the covers hugging your curves, your chest moving up and down as you breathed softly. Your hand rested on his torso unknowingly, but he tried to not think about it, gearing his attention back to his phone.

“chen- chenle.” you moaned out quietly.

“…Y/n?” He glanced at you, whispering quietly, but you didn’t say anything so he thought he was just hearing things— well, he wanted to think he was just hearing things. He couldn’t help but to get a little riled up though, even just hearing your voice drove him a little insane, so you know how much a moan could have an effect on him.

“chenle…please don’t stop.” You moaned out again, a little louder than the first time. He couldn’t help turning off his phone and looking at you. He couldn’t see if you were awake due to your eye mask, but he thought you were maybe trying to play a joke on him, maybe even trying to tease on purpose, but your body said differently.

Your mouth was slightly parted as you gripped the cover with one of your hands, your thighs were rubbing against themselves trying to find a hint of pleasure. He couldn’t control himself, not seeing you like this in front of him, hearing you moan his name again, all needy just for him. He needed you, and he had to face that— and obviously you weren’t thinking any differently, even if your mind told you that you were.

“Y/n.” He shook your body.

You lifted up your head, pulling the eye mask off your face to be met with Chenle’s eyes on yours, and there it was, that look. “You were sleep talking.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke, his voice was raspy and deeper than usual. You started to panic, hoping you didn’t say anything about him, you just tried to pretend nothing happened, but it was clear he heard something.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You smiled, slipping your mask back on— honestly, you just wanted to avoid this as much as possible, but he didn’t let you. Before you could turn around fully he grabbed your face, cupping it with one of his hands making you face towards him. You tried to take off your eye mask again, but he grabbed your hand, pinning it to the bed. You couldn’t see anything, but you felt his lips softly trailing over your skin.

“What were you dreaming about?” 

you

“I- I don’t remember.” You felt his breath on your neck, trailing further down to your collar bone, making you shiver.

You tried to sound calm and genuine as possible, but his lips brushed against your neck ever so slightly as he moved back up to your face and it almost made you fall apart. His hand that was once cupping your face found its way around your throat. “Stop lying.” He squeezed lightly, causing a light, breathy moan to escape your lips accidentally. “I’m not lying.” The hand that was holding down your wrist was now roaming around your body, slipping under your pajamas pants into your underwear, sliding a finger in between your folds.

“So wet, just for me.” You could feel him smile into your cheek, before he kissed it. “Chenle.” You moaned out, melting into his embrace. “But wait,” he removed his hands and lips from your body, a smirk panting his face as he watched your lip tremble with desire.

“Strictly friends and that’s all, right?” He said in a teasing tone, obviously trying to get in your head, but you did say that so there was nothing you could do, well nothing he could do.

You laid on your back, feeling so desperate that you were willing to do anything to release— plus, you two already have done things so who cares anymore. Your hand slipped lower and lower, sliding into your underwear. You toyed with your clit causing you to let out a small moan as you felt a relief from wanting to feel any kind of pleasure.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice rung in your ears, making you even more needy. You just ignored him as you started to circle your sensitive bud with your finger.

“You’re that desperate huh? That much of a desperate slut?”

Even though it was only once, it turned you on so much when he talked to you like that, and now was no different, and you didn’t try to hide that. You slipped a finger in your aching hole that was begging for attention, letting out a loud cry as you went in and out slowly.

He couldn’t help but to be turned on by you too, slipping his pants down exposing his hard on.

“I bet you wished it was my fingers don’t you.” He sighed out, pumping his length slowly as he looked at what unfolded in front of him. “Mhm.” You moaned out, his words only making you go faster.

“God you look so pretty, all desperate for me.” You couldn’t see what he was doing, but your moans weren’t the only ones filling the room, so you assumed that he was getting off to you as well.

“Take off your pants, I want to see you finger yourself, fuck.” You took no time, removing your pants with your free hand, throwing them to the side. You could feel him move closer to you, gripping the sheets beside you as he slid your underwear down to your knees.

“Can you go faster for me?” He let out a breathless moan as you started to go faster, your arousal coating your fingers making him go even more crazy. “Want to be inside you again so bad— all I can think about.” His voice was becoming needier and needier by the second as he slowly reached his high, pumping faster as your moans seeped into your brain, filling it with dirty thoughts.

“Fuck I can’t take it.” You threw your head back, biting your bottom lip as you almost reached your high. “You look so pretty when you finish, keep going for me, wanna see you cum so bad.” He said in a tired moan. You let out a loud whimper, legs shaking as you fingered yourself faster to his words. No matter how overwhelming it felt, you just couldn’t stop, you needed more.

“Chenle.” You said, your chest heaving up and down from the intense pleasure that washed over your body.

“Yes Y/n.”

“Please, just fuck me.” He drove you insane, no matter what you did, how much you tried to fight it, you couldn’t and he couldn’t either. “I want to, I really do, but you said strictly friends— I don’t want you to regret this.” He turned to look at you.

“Chenle… we’ll never be strictly friends, fuck me.” He took no time getting on top of you. You tried to remove the mask off your eyes once again, but failed when he pinned your hands down beside your head.

He planted kisses on your cheek again, leaving your lips bare as you hungrily wanted to taste him. He slowly kissed down your jawline to your neck, teasing you as your legs brushed against his. He flipped your hands over, interlocking his fingers with yours as he kissed up your face again, going to your ear.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you want it, yeah?” He whispered softly causing you to almost turn him over and just ride him yourself.

“Yes. Please, I want it bad.” He smiled on your skin, releasing one of your hands to adjust his tip at your hole, pushing himself into you. “Fuck.” You whined out, your skin flushing with pleasure. “You take me so well.” He moaned out as he slowly thrusted in and out of you. The thrust were so much more passionate than the last time, so much more loving, it made you see stars.

“Does it feel good baby?” You felt his breath on your cheek, his fingers intertwined with yours, pushing your hands deeper into the pillows. “So good.” You moaned out as the thrust got faster and filled with more anticipation. You couldn’t even see him, and he was still making every inch of your body feel good.

“Fuck, you’re such a dirty girl— having dreams about me. Is this what you dream about huh? Me using you like this?” It was something about the way he spoke to you like this that made you yearn for more, that made you go numb. “Mhm.” You moaned out, causing him to go at a speed that you thought was impossible, hitting your g-spot at a perfect angle, his hands now wrapped around your wrist pinning them down.

“You’re such a slut for me.” He smiled into your skin, giving your cheek another messy kiss. “Only for you.” You clenched around him, almost reaching you high, making him whimper out in desperation as his thrust started to get sloppier. “I’m almost there Chenle.” You cried out, throwing your head back as your moans grew louder. “Fuck, take this off, I want to look at you when you cum.” He snatched the eye mask off your face, looking at your glossy eyes with a smirk on his face, soon turning into a gasp.

Your eyes rolled back as your legs started to shake under his. Your lip quivered from overwhelming pleasure as he hit more thrust after you reached your high. “Fuck.” He whimpered out, hitting a few more quick thrust, emptying himself inside of you, burrowing his head in your neck as he came. He stayed inside of you for a second as you two caught your breaths.

“I want you so bad Y/n. I want to be yours.” He looked at you, everything still and quiet for a moment.

You’ve wanted to hear those words since freshman year, you didn’t even know what to say and he could tell. He leaned down, kissing your lips passionately, like he wanted to do all night, smiling before laying beside you.

“We can talk about this tomorrow, ok?” 

You thought it was honestly a dream, it had to be, but there you sat, in front of your crush of 5 years, finally dating, at the very beach where it all started.

It took 2 rejections, 2 hookups, and one break, but here you are, with him.

You look up at him, he's already looking at you and grabs your hand. "You look beautiful, has anybody told you that?" His face now in a smile. "Thank you." You said as you turned towards him, the deep blue ocean in front of you, suffocating on your breath as you feel his fingers leave your hand and slowly drag up your arm. "You're welcome", he says as he grabs your waist pulling you towards him. "What are you doing Chenle?" You laugh as he pulls you closer to his body. “Just kiss me.” He smiles, but this time— it’s not a dream. 

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[farmerlarrry]

I Wanna Be Yours - Joel Miller x f!reader

summary: You meet Joel at a bar and you're left wanting more of him.

wc: ~3.3k

tags/warnings: 18+ (MDNI)! no use of y/n, no outbreak!Joel, reader is younger than Joel however age is not specified (is of drinking age though), Joel is mid to late 30's, alcohol consumption, sexual thoughts (!!!), takes place at a bar in Texas, flirty!Joel, unwanted male attention (but also wanted attention...), idk there's not much tbh (if you feel like I should add something, please let me know) no beta we die like men

a/n: I didn't proofread as intensely as I normally do, but I'm trying to challenge myself to write & post more so here is the result. Also, I couldn't stop thinking about this concept, so I wrote it. Hope you all enjoy! (I also have an idea for a part two... if any of you are interested, let me know!)

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You haven’t seen your best friend in over a year since they moved to a small town in Texas. Between work and just life in general, it’s been hard to find a time when both your schedules just so happen to perfectly align. After a lot of planning and a four hour fight with a two hour layover, you’ve finally made it. Unfortunately, your stay will be short—you only have three nights and four days with them, but it’s better than not seeing them at all. Your best friend made sure to plan some fun filled days, and regardless of how tired you are from your long travel day, you don’t want to waste any of the time you have with them.

Tonight, the two of you are hitting the town. Your friend has been going on and on about this one bar in particular. The drinks are cheap, the crowds are wild, and the music is good. On top of that, you will also be meeting some of your friend's coworkers, who quickly turned into some of their closest friends. Although you were excited, a part of you felt nervous.

It’s been a while since you went out to any bars or clubs. When you were in college, you and your small group of friends were frequent nightlife goers, but once everyone started getting jobs and moving away, those wild nights became few and far between.

Butterflies began to form in your stomach as the two of you approached a building from a side alley. You could feel the vibration of the music run its course through your body before the bar came into view; usually, this was a sign that tonight was going to be a good night.

When the building came into view, it wasn’t exactly what you were anticipating. The dim entrance made your stomach churn, igniting a sense of danger in your mind. A large man stood to the side of the closed metal door, his arms crossed as he stared straight ahead with a grim, intimidating expression. It was definitely not like any of the clubs or bars back home, where everything was well lit and definitely not as secluded as this one is. Your body language must’ve been telling because your friend let out a loud chuckle, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you closer to them.

“I already know what you’re thinking,” they say between their small giggles. You respond with a apprehensive look, causing them to become even more amused. A part of you felt like this was some sort of prank. “It doesn’t look like much, but I promise you, this is the place to go.”

You raise your eyebrows in suspicion. Your friend shakes their head in a joking manner, lacing their arm through yours and guiding you to the line that has begun to form.

Your friend spent most of the time in line on their phone trying to get a hold of their friends, who are supposed to be meeting the two of you there. One person wouldn’t pick up, so they’d call another person, only for the first person to call back. It was a mess, but in your eyes, it was an entertaining mess watching your friend struggle between the calls.

The two of you finally make it into the bar. Dim, red lights barely illuminate the large building, and you are immediately met with a humid heat and the smell of sweat and pure alcohol. Your nose twitches at the smell. The music, at least, is good; you can feel the thumping of the beat in your chest.

As you’re taking in the atmosphere, your friend grabs the back of your arm, pulling you in close to them and tilting their phone away from their mouth.

“I think I know where they are, I’m going to try and find them,” they shout into your ear, and you simply nod in response. Your eyes are locked onto the small, but crowded, dance floor straight ahead of you. “Why don’t you go get a drink at the bar? I’ll be right over, okay?”

They point in the direction of the bar, and you follow with your eyes. A drink will surely help with the nerves you’re feeling right now. Your stomach feels like a scrambled mess. Your friend quickly disappears in the opposite direction, still trying to reach someone on their phone.

You have to push your way through the crowd to make it over to the bar, situating yourself between two men. As you wait for the bartender to come over, you tap your fingers along the edge of the wooden top, looking around at the people surrounding you.

"Well, aren’t you a pretty lady?” The man to your right sneers at you, causing you to snap your head in his direction. You immediately notice his eyes are locked on your chest, not even trying to hide his obvious obsession with your cleavage. A feeling of insecurity comes over you as you begin to regret your outfit choice. Sure, you wanted attention, but not this level of creepy attention and definitely not from this man.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you just give the man an unauthentic smile, positioning your body away from him. You can feel him lean in behind you, and as he begins to say something, the bartender, a girl who barely even looks old enough to work at an establishment like this, promptly comes up to you from the other side of the bar. She gives a deathly glare to the man bothering you, causing him and his friends to leave.

“What can I get for you?” She says with a sweet smile.

“Tequila soda, please.” You rest your palms against the edge of the wooden top, leaning in toward her as you speak. “With an extra lime, too.”

She gives you an assuring nod, quickly turning on her heel to begin her work. As she’s walking away, your body is firmly slammed up against the bar top, the edge ramming into your ribs and knocking the wind out of you. Your body rocks back and forth as some sort of commotion unfolds behind you, with someone keeping your body pinned down and making it impossible for you to straighten upright.

Watch where the fuck you’re goin’.

Why don’t you watch your fucking mouth, old man.

Old ma– you wanna take this shit outside, you fuckin’ punk? Huh?

Your ribs get slammed against the edge again before you are finally set free, pushing yourself upright. You feel a hand glide along your lower back, making you turn your head from side to side, trying to see who is touching you.

“I’m so sorry ‘bout that, miss,” a faint voice says, obviously directed toward you. “Are you alright?”

You nod your head slowly as a tall and quite handsome man appears off to your side, making you turn around to see him fully. His dark hair is messily tousled on top of his head, a few half formed curls peek out from the nape of his neck. He is staring at you intensely with kind yet very obviously tired eyes. You can feel your mouth grow unbearably dry as you take his good looks in.

“Ye—yes,” you stumble on your words, continuing to marvel over the man before you. His eyes are wide as he darts all over you, bringing up his hand to gently move a strand of hair out of your face. He gives you a genuine, kind smile before letting his hand drop.

“People are...” He lets his voice trail off, sucking in some air through his teeth. He quickly looks around him. “I'm—”

Although he’s shouting, you don’t catch his name over all the noise, bringing your eyebrows together and turning your ear toward him.

“Joel,” he said louder, leaning in closer. You pull back, nod your head and shout your name back to him. His lips curl up into a charming smile. “That’s a beautiful name, miss.”

His compliment makes your heart flutter, and you drop your gaze down to your feet for a short moment before meeting with his eyes again. Joel nudges the man who was standing to your right out of the way so he can take his spot; your arms brush up against each other’s in the process, causing a chill to run up your arms. You slowly turn to face him, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. The bar light illuminates his face a bit better than before, he is absolutely beautiful.

“You from around here?” Joel asks and cocks his head slightly to one side, tilting himself a bit closer to you.

“No, just visiting a friend,” you respond, lifting yourself up ever so slightly on your tiptoes and angling your chest toward him. This is exactly the kind of man you want attention from. “You?”

His throat bobs, and his eyes quickly dart down and then back up to your eyes.

“I— I am from around here,” he says with a slight chuckle, which causes you to giggle alongside him. You can see a bead of sweat beginning to form alongside his temple.

Suddenly, his attention shifts away from you and he subtly points to behind the bar, causing you to turn your head. It’s the bartender from earlier, and she has your drink in hand with an apologetic smile showcased on her face. You were so wrapped up in the essence of Joel that you completely forgot you even ordered a drink.

“So sorry, we had some issues at the other end.” Her voice is high pitched and sweet sounding. “Do you want to pay or open a tab?”

As she slides your sweat clad glass across the bar toward you, Joel leans across you, closer to the girl on the other side. You can feel his hand find its way between your shoulder blades, running it up to the backside of your neck. A chill runs down your spine, causing a hitch in your breathing.

“Put it on my tab.” He shouted, and although he was just mere inches away from you, his voice still sounded so distant over the music and people talking.

The bartender raised her eyebrows and gave him a curt nod, quickly making eye contact with you and giving you a sly smile. Your heart fluttered at the gesture, even though a part of you knew this probably meant he wanted something in return. At this point, it was something you were definitely willing to give if he continued to play his cards right.

“Thanks,” you say quietly, not even sure if you spoke loud enough for him to hear you. As he pulls away, the two of you lock eyes, and you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to suppress your smile.

“A lady as pretty as you should never pay for her drinks,” he responded confidently. You could feel your cheeks fill with heat.

Joel is now peering down over you with dark eyes, his left forearm laying against the wooden bar to support his body, and his other hand still loosely wrapped around the side of your neck. Goosebumps spread across your skin as he slowly rubbed the pad of his thumb over your soft skin.

You look up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He has his lips slightly puckered as he traces his eyes along your skin. You watched as the muscles in his chest twitched. A burning sensation begins to burn deep inside your chest; you didn’t know how much longer you could take this. At this point, you didn’t want him, you needed him.

He let his hand glide down the side of your neck, over your shoulder, and then down your arm before retracting it, grabbing his glass of whiskey off of the table and taking a smooth, long drag. You continue to watch him with your swollen bottom lip tucked between your teeth, subtly bobbing your head along to the music.

“What do you do for work?” Joel’s voice has changed now, it’s much more lustful than before, and you can tell that he’s trying to hide his desire. His throat bobs as he swallows. You were glad you weren’t the only one feeling this way.

“I work in an office.” You try to steady your breathing, not wanting your words to come out shaky. “I’m an assistant to the company’s CFO.”

Joel’s eyebrows twitch as he nods, looking down at his drink and swirling it around a few times.

“That sounds—“ His voice is hesitant.

“Super fun,” you cut him off and say in a sarcastic tone. “It totally is.”

Joel breaks out into a wide smile. You’re positive he chuckled, but it’s hard to be certain over the noise. You look down at his hands and see some dirt clinging to his arm hair. Construction? Maybe a contractor?

“And what do you do?” You say, grabbing one of his wrists and running over the dirtied spot with your index finger. He quickly pulls back, rubbing off the dirt with his other hand. Pink spreads along his cheeks.

“Christ, that’s embarrassin’… seems to never come off no matter how much I clean m’self.” His tone is flustered as he continues to try and remove the stubborn dirt. “I’m a carpenter, though; I work alongside my brother.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, chewing slightly on the inner flesh of your cheek. “So… does that mean you’re good with your hands?”

You question him flirtatiously, looking back down towards his big hands. Your comment makes Joel choke on his drink, his cheeks growing an even brighter shade of pink now. Your eyes dart back up to his face, this time you don’t break your gaze away from him, watching as he tries to hide his smile from you.

“I— I guess you, you could say that,” Joel manages to get out, bringing his hand up to the back of his neck and rubbing the side.

His well fitted shirt strains against his bicep, causing you to become distracted by Joel’s physique again. He is well in shape, likely due to his line of work; he has toned arms, broad shoulders, and nice chest muscles that the fabric of the shirt clings to. Without much thought, you begin to run your eyes along his body, your eyes meeting with the sliver of skin just above his pant line that’s exposed. Your eyes wander even lower when Joel suddenly hooks his finger under your chin, a smirk planted on his face.

“You’re trouble.” He leans in close, only leaving a few inches between your faces. You look up at him through your brow line, the corners of your lips curling upward. You love where this is going, soon all of your desires will be met, and he will be all yours.

Just as your eyes flutter shut, Joel is yanked away from you. A man with dirty blonde hair has his hands around Joel’s shoulders and is shaking him back and forth. Joel is very clearly perturbed, his face twisting up in frustration.

“Joel,” the man drags out his name with a wide grin, clearly he’s had one too many drinks tonight. “I’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you… a couple guys from the job site are here ‘n wanna play pool. Whatdya think?”

Joel flashes you a quick smile before turning away from you and saying something to the man. Whatever he is saying appears to be causing conflicting emotions between the two of them. As they begin shooting back and forth, a feeling of insecurity quickly comes over you, causing you to turn your head away and look out into the crowd of people dancing.

As you take a small sip of your drink, Joel firmly places his hand on the small of your back, making your stomach jolt. You quickly turn your head back toward him. His mouth is near your ear, and you can feel his hot breath tickling your skin. The sensation causes heat to begin pooling in between your legs. You gulp.

“It was a pleasure talkin’ to you, darlin’,” his voice is smooth as honey and seductive. “I hope to see you around.”

Before you could think of anything to say back, Joel already had his back toward you, walking away accompanied by his friend. You’re stunned by his quick exit, your fingertips pooling with blood as you grip onto your drink glass. There’s no way I misread that entire situation, you think to yourself, left somewhat confused. Why would he leave like that?

The conversation was just as quick to end as it started, but it— he— left you wanting more. A sense of clarity came over you, a fire burning deep in your chest. You wanted more.

A voice inside your head echoed with “no, don’t leave” as you watched Joel disappear into the crowd. You could not move to make your deepest desires come true, and even if you could, did you really want to be the sex crazed person chasing after someone you had just met? As he fully disappeared, his scent lingered where he once stood—a faint smell of dirt, whiskey, and sweat. You thought it was strange that the combination was quite a turn on for you, but it was the indication of a hardworking man— and that was sexy to you.

All you could think about was how badly you wanted Joel. The way your body reacted every time he touched you was unlike anything any other person had been able to make you feel. The way his voice drew you in and his eyes hypnotized you. All you wanted at this moment was to see him bare, hovering over you while sweat dripped off of him and his face twisted with pleasure as he filled you up with his girth. You want to moan his name over and over as he explores your body, desperately wanting to know how his tongue would feel swirling around your swollen, throbbing clit that begged for his touch.

Closing your eyes, you bring yourself back to reality. You let go of the air that you had been holding in your lungs, your chest burning as it escapes. Being this attracted to someone was definitely not on your bingo card for this trip. Bringing your glass up to your lips, you steadily draw in the liquid, desperately trying to calm yourself down.

“Bitch,” the faint sound of your friend’s voice comes to you as a relief. They come up to your side, looping this arm around your waist. They have their eyes narrowed at you, a slight smirk appearing the longer the two of you look at each other.

“What?” You feel your eyebrows twitch.

“Who was that handsome fella you were just talking to?” They’re full blown smiling now, looking past you in the direction Joel went. You try to fight your smile, but ultimately fail. Your bestie begins to laugh, grabbing onto your arm and causing the heat to return to your cheeks.

“How long were you watching?” You suddenly feel shy, covering your face with one of your hands.

“Well, I wasn’t just going to come up and ruin whatever was going on… unlike that bastard that pulled him away from you.” They narrowed their eyes once again, obviously upset about what happened. “So, what’s his name?”

“His name’s Joel,” you say, leaning in closer to them.

“Oh,” their eyes widened. “And are we hoping we see Joel again tonight?”

You tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, dropping your eyes down to your glass as you run the moistened tip of your index finger around the rim of your glass.

“Yeah,” you nod, smiling to yourself. “I hope so.”

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[navybrat817]

Don't Let Go - Prologue

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Series Summary: Bucky Barnes breaks your heart after a passionate night together. Doing your best to pick up the pieces, you try to distance yourself and move on. When he comes back into your life and refuses to walk away, will you give him a second chance or let him go for good? Prologue Summary: Bucky reflects on the past, present and future with you while you sleep. Word Count: Over 800 Series Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex (wrap it before you tap it), pregnancy, angst, angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, violence, more tags to be added, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: This is series I hope you have out in a few weeks! This idea wouldn't leave my mind and I hope you lovelies enjoy this journey. While the prologue is from Bucky's POV, most or all of the series will be from your POV. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby, but any and all mistakes are my own. Also thanks to @11thstreetvigilante, @sweeterthanthis and @dreamlessinparis for letting me scream about this. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblogfor new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

The safehouse was quiet as Bucky did a second sweep, his feet silently padding across the floor as he listened and looked for anything out of place. He couldn't be too careful. He wondered if he should've taken Steve up on his offer to stay, but you were already overwhelmed with one overbearing super-soldier. If anyone would keep you safe, it was going to be him. Not to mention, he selfishly wanted time alone with you to fix his mistake.

Even when you vehemently snapped that once you were safe, you'd be out of his life. 

Not happening, doll.

Once he was satisfied that everything was in order, he made his way back to the bedroom at the end of the hall. You were still asleep on your side of the bed with a soft blanket over you, having dozed off minutes ago. He was thankful you managed to get some rest. You fought to close your eyes when you got ready for bed and you needed a good night's sleep.

You also didn't want him to sleep in the same room as you, but you lost that fight. 

He knew this wasn't easy. You were a good agent, always had been, but you were attacked in your home. Between that and the news he received, both of you were in a bit of shock. Now you had to deal with him watching over you and being involved in your life.

For the first time since he could remember, he had hope for tomorrow. 

Even in the dark, and though he couldn't see your face, he knew you weren't fully relaxed. Your breathing was even, but your muscles were tense. You were on edge the moment you came face-to-face with him again and the earlier argument exhausted you. The stress of everything couldn't be good for you. 

I know you're afraid, but I'll help you get through this. 

Bucky quietly slid into the bed beside you, hesitating for a moment, before he slid an arm around your waist. His hand rested on your stomach and he took pride in feeling you go lax under his touch. He closed his eyes as he nosed along your neck, breathing in your sweet scent. Memories of that night flooded him like a tidal wave: how pliant you were under his touch, how beautiful you looked when you let go for him, how you accepted every part of him. 

You didn't try to fix him because you didn't think he was broken. 

He wishes he could hold you like this every night, just like he imagined since you first fell asleep in his arms. It was difficult to not get aroused with you curled up against him, but he knew you'd sooner stab him if he tried anything. He would tread carefully for the time being.

How did I think I could ever walk away from you?

After what HYDRA made him do for all those years, he wasn't sure if he could be a warm and gentle person again or if he deserved a chance at happiness. He had no choice in the matter for what he did, but it didn't wash away the blood from his hands. It didn't take away the guilt or memories. You reminded him that he was still Bucky and someone worth caring for. Maybe even love.

He repaid your kindness by treating you as if you meant nothing to him. 

The hurt in your eyes when he callously dismissed you haunted him ever since. Natasha told him more than once that he was an idiot for what he did, even when she tried to distract him from his feelings for you. If anything, it only fueled them more. You were it for him. 

Give me another chance and you won't regret it. I swear, I won't hurt you a second time. 

It pained him to have you so close physically, yet so far away in your heart. He broke it as a means to protect you, but he was only kidding himself. You got under his skin in the best way and he couldn't let you go. He couldn't let you run again either. 

You had every right to give up on me, but why did you run away from everyone?

As strong and capable as you were, he knew the attack was just the beginning. Someone was after you. He had to find out who wanted you and why. There was also a lot to talk about and work through. You weren't ready for what still existed between the two of you and you sure as hell didn't trust him. He couldn't blame you for that, but he was a part of your future whether you liked it or not. 

I won't let anyone get you, doll. You or our baby. 

*****

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[siriusleee]

Like Blood on Iron | Part 6

Historical Executioner AU Summary: The executioner has always been an enigma to you - drawing you in. His sword drawing a line in the dirt as he made his way to the village center, and leaving back to his cottage on the outskirts of town. However, your curiosity can't stop the future your family has planned for you.

A/N: I am actually sorry to the anon who asked me weeks ago if this Jonathan is Jonathan Price and I said no. I lied. I couldn't show my hand to fast.

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You don't bring up running away with Simon again. You think about it, each night sitting in his cabin, the nights you spend beside him, fingers memorizing the hills and valleys of his body. It eats at you - the complete knowledge that if you were to leave alone, you would leave him behind. You're not sure what would be worse: a life without him or a life with him always on the fringes. 

You almost bring it up again, just once. Lily had cooked too many sticky buns, something you'd found out Simon was completely susceptible to. There was a sneaking suspicion that she was doing it on purpose - you knew that she was smart enough to put it together: the cloak you'd returned, and all the nights you spent away. Watching him suck the syrup from his fingers, the question tumbled out of you - one you'd been thinking of for weeks.

"You can get married can't you? The last executioner was."

Simon froze, finger still poised in his mouth. His gaze kept you pinned to your seat as he thought about his answer.

"We cannot marry once we've been sentenced. However, if we were married previously, we stay married."

You had wanted to push the question further. 

Would you marry me?

But you didn't ask it, instead keeping it close to yourself. 

There was no good answer, and you knew whatever it was he said would break you anyway. So you keep the fantasies to yourself: of the two of you running away, of Simon being the one to wait for you at the end of the aisle. Even if it meant Mother and Father never speaking to you again, you would give it up for him. But you know what he would say, so you keep it to yourself.

You know you need to tell him when Jonathan is coming home, so you do. Curled up into the small of Simon's back, you whisper the words, mouth nearly pressed against his spine. It's a subtle shift, the way Simon tenses at the words, but you feel it nonetheless. 

"He'll be back in the port tomorrow."

Simon swallows heavy in the silence.

"I hope he arrives in one piece."

He doesn't roll over to face you while the two of you speak, and you don't want him to. You couldn't take the look on his face, you know it.

"I'm sure he will. He's not new to sailing."

"I suppose you'll be staying home tomorrow night - to spend some time with him."

His voice clenches at your heart; absentmindedly you trace patterns on his back, fingers stuttering on the scars that litter him. Your favorite - one that's shaped vaguely like Orion, you trace, feeling the way Simon shutters at the feeling. It takes nearly a full minute for you to speak around the knot in your throat. 

"I will have to stay late at home, yes. But I can come here after."

Simon shakes his head, the bed shaking beneath the two of you with the movement.

"He is your fiance; you should spend some time with him."

You can't think of anything you want to do less, but you know he's right, and you know he won't let you do otherwise. So you slip your hands around him, pulling him so that your chest is pressed tightly against his back, and let his breathing lull you to sleep.

He wakes you up earlier than usual to go home the next day. 

When you step through the front door of your home, it's still dark outside. The faint sounds of the house sleeping greet you along with the smell of a long extinguished fire. Upstairs it's chilly, your feet freezing almost immediately against the wooden floor. Your first stop is to peek in at Maggie and Lily, each curled up against each other. 

Your second is to clean up, to prepare for the day. 

By the time everyone is awake, you've done your best to get some sort of breakfast ready. Or at least prepared enough that Maggie and Lily can take over. 

"You look horrible," Maggie says, pulling the toast from the fire. Her eyes are dark moons against her skin, her hair still tangled. 

"Thank you Maggie, I really appreciate it." Your sarcasm falls flat - she must notice, must know why because she doesn't have a retort for the first time. 

"Are you excited?" She asks, pulling an apron around her waist to keep her skirt clean. You pretend to pick the dirt that isn't there from beneath your fingers so that you don't have to meet her pinpoint gaze. 

You decide, after fiddling with your thumb for long enough, that there is no reason to lie to her.

"Not in the least bit."

Lily keeps her eyes downcast at the dough she forms roughly - dough for dinner tonight. You know the serving girl will be here later to help with it. Nothing can be spared for Jonathan's arrival. Jonathan who you will march towards in a month. Jonathan who had to know about Uncle Henry, and who couldn't do anything from halfway across the world. 

"It could be worse you know, he-"

"Shut up Maggie."

Your words cut through the kitchen; around you the ambient temperature drops. Lily's hands still in her task, but she still doesn't look up at the two of you. Maggie turns to face you with a stiffness that could only be inherited from Mother.

"What did you say to me?" There's fire burning in her eyes, but today you don't care. 

"I said shut up," your voice quavers, "you get to marry the man you want. You got a choice in your own life. You want to be a wife and mother. I want differently. I want to travel the world with the man I love, and I can't. So please, just fucking drop it Maggie."

Your eyes plead with her - don't rub in today. Just leave it be. 

You don't know if it's the look you give her, or if she finally developed the ability to feel sympathy, but she drops it. 

When breakfast is ready, you skip it. Your feet pull you heavily up the stairs and to your bed. Even with the sleep you got the night before, warmed by Simon and held tightly to his side, you crawl into bed, flinching at the cold that attacks you. 

You force yourself to sleep.

For the first time in a long time, you have a bad dream.

It is Simon waiting for you at the altar, usually worn out black attire swapped for something new and clean. The flower lined path between the two of you is long, and it seems as if no matter how many steps you take, you can't get any closer. Eventually you start to grow frustrated. 

A movement on your right startles you, and you realize your arm is linked with your Father's. He should be walking you towards Simon, but instead he's steadfast. He doesn't look at you; his sight is death upon Simon. When you try to pull your arm away from him, he keeps you glued to your side. 

At the altar, Simon's face starts to warp and shift into something more dangerous. He grows almost skeletal, skin paling. 

Behind him, the glint of a sword. 

You recognize the hit, the cross so delicately affixed on the end. It's his own sword, the one assigned to him when he became the executioner. You try to shout for him, but your Father keeps his iron grip on you - you're too far away for Simon to hear your yell.

When the iron meets blood you wake up.

Your mouth is coated in copper and iron; you've bitten your tongue in your sleep. Between the slots in the shutter, you can tell the sun has shifted drastically. The smell of a roast drifts up to you; at the end of the bed a heavy gown, light blue and new to you, is laid across the foot of the bed. It's an obvious message from Mother on what to wear for the night. 

Your legs are lead; trying to stand makes you dizzy and the blood in your mouth makes you want to vomit. The wavy mirror across the room winks at you, projecting back the ragged version of yourself. You frown at it, fingers rubbing your eyes to try to get the haggard look off of your face. But it's futile. 

The dress is like water between your fingers; you can only imagine how much it must have cost Mother and Father - how much wasted money trying to impress someone who already agreed to marry you. 

The dress is light against your skin - laces pulled tight in the front to keep the neckline from slipping down to low. 

You hate blue. 

Your favorite color had been red - the red that only showed on the horizon when the sun was setting late in the summer. The red of the berries you and Lily could find in the early fall. But once, you'd arrived at Simon's when he wasn't expecting you; when he answered the door he had a dirty tunic you'd never seen before: forest green and loose around him.

The sight of him in something other than black had changed your entire perspective on the idea of colors. 

You know that your face still looks terrible when you arrive downstairs, but everyone has the good graces not to say anything. Instead, they skirt around you - a ghost they’re tired of seeing. Father walks past, boots so freshly shined that you’re sure if you bend down and look, you could see your reflection in them. His waistcoat is looser than you remember it being; you can’t remember the last time he ate a complete dinner. 

Maggie’s at the door with Edward; his hand lingers at the small of her back. The sight of them makes you want to hurl - it’s not fair. It’s not -

“Hello.”

Soft air tickles the shell of your ear, causing you to jump and stumble into the wall. A warm, rough hand wraps around your elbow, pulling you away from crashing. 

The corner of Jonathan’s eyes crinkle up at you, the corner of his mouth turning up as he looks down at you. The smell of the sea waves off of him: coarse salt and sunshine, blue waves rolling beneath the smooth deck. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he says, straightening you back up. He must feel how your muscles tense beneath his hand because he drops you, your skin tight where he touched you.

“I just wasn’t expecting you,” it’s the truth, and you don’t need to force yourself to sound pleasant because of it.

“I arrived early, but your little sister said you were sick and asleep,” he holds his hands behind his back as he speaks, spine ramrod straight and the stance reminds you so much of Simon that your stomach aches. 

“I was sick earlier, but I feel fine now.”

“You don’t look fine.”

His golden brown mustache twitches when you shoot him a look of venom before you can stop yourself. 

"Don't you think that's a rather rude statement to say to a lady you've barely spoken to."

"It would be rude," Jonathan starts, cutting off to nod and Maggie and Edward as they skirt past the two of you to duck into the dining room, "if I lied to you."

"Is that so? I suppose that's some sort of moral code you live by."

Your tone is piercing, but Jonathan doesn't seem to mind. You don't break your stare away from his eyes, surrounded by weatherbeaten wrinkles. The product of months spent burning in the intense sea sun. He steps half a step closer to you, mouth opened to retort, but is cut off by Father.

"Everyone come!"

The sound of chairs scraping on the floor fills the house, but you don't move. Jonathan stays in place beside you, arms crossed over his chest as he stares into the dining room. The silence stretches out across the two of you until Father yells at the two of you again. Jonathan gestures for you to go first, he follows so close behind you that you can feel him just at the hem of your dress. 

You can tell by the furtive looks that everyone sends you throughout dinner that they're waiting on you to explode and run away again. Everyone but Jonathan, who chats happily with Edward and teases Lily, her small smile shining in the otherwise oppressive room. But the time crawls, and by the time Maggie and Edward stand to excuse themselves from the barren plates in front of them, you're exhausted. 

You want to excuse yourself back to bed, and you think you might when Father leans back in his own chair, hands clasped tightly in his lap, and speaks to Jonathan.

"Jonathan I believe my daughter could use some fresh air; her complexion is terrible. Do you mind accompanying her?"

"No Father," you try to deflect, pushing yourself away from the table, "I'm sure Jonathan wants to get home. He must be exhausted."

Across the table, Jonathan studies you with a look you can't fathom. You try to beg him with your eyes to say no to decline the offer, but he doesn't.

"Nonsense," Father says, hand digging into his pocket for his tobacco, "you have a wedding in three weeks and the two of you barely know each other. Go."

His words leave a ringing in your ears; you find yourself moving like a wind up doll, following Jonathan to the door. You flinch away from him when he tries to settle your cloak across your shoulders, but he pulls away, and you take the strings from him.

The darkness is oppressive outside; fog rolls in heavy and pregnant from the sea. The last few villagers skirt around, attempting to avoid the rain that threatens to fall from above. Jonathan sets a leisurely pace, steering the two of you away from the town center. The silence stretches between the two of you, the only sound is the two of your feet against the hard packed dirt.

He steers you towards the pier, his ship bobbing in the distance. The lanterns scurry around the deck, but you can't make out the faces of the men carrying them.

"Where is it you want to sail first?" Jonathan's voice cuts through the wind rolling off of the waves. He keeps a distance between the two of you.

"What?"

"Where do you want to sail first? You are in charge of our path?"

You can't help the mirthless laugh that escapes you, hands clenched so tightly together beneath your cloak that you're losing sensation in your fingertips. 

"I am in charge of no path Jonathan. Let's not make a pretense of this entire thing."

He shuffles his feet, boots carving the soft loam beneath the two of you.

"Is that how you feel?"

"It's not how I feel, Jonathan. It's the truth. We can labor under whatever pretense we want, but it's the truth."

You watch his hand come towards you from the corner of your eye, but it barely skirts the curve of your shoulder. 

"Is there - is there someone else?"

You can feel his warmth through all the layers of your clothing; it's dangerous you know, to tell him the truth. To betray the secret happiness you and Simon have, but you're so tired of pretending to be someone else. Of pretending that there is nothing between you and Simon. So for once, you let the truth fall from you.

"Yes. There is."

You expect his hand to turn heavy, to dig into the sensitive skin of your shoulder and dash you across the ground. But if anything his hold growls more gently as he steps towards you, chest nearly touching your arm.

"Why don't you refuse - tell your Father you won't marry me. And marry him instead?"

"You're naive," you shrug his hand off, "if you think I have a choice. My Father settled on you, and that is what I have to do. I have no rights except the right to my home, which has to be provided to me by a man."

"And so you are stuck." 

His mouth turns down as he speaks, fingers dipping into the neckline of his shirt. He pulls out a flash of a medal, and you recognize it from the one that dangles above you from Simon's neck.

"Let me guess," you cut him off, "you're going to tell me how much you relate to me. How the King and his military took all the choices you had once."

"How did you know?" He asks, letting the cross fall to dangle on his chest.

"You aren't the first person to ever tell me that."

"Was he wrong?"

You think of Simon telling you the same thing, think of the way he's been regulated to his position because of a mistake supposedly made on the battlefield. Of the way the both of you are trapped here under someone else's bootheel. 

"He was right, in a way."

You pull yourself away from the image of the ocean, Jonathan following you faithfully. Your feet find the hidden path you and Simon used to walk when he was still Ghost to you. 

"I don't suppose," you ask, rounding the farthest house and turning back towards home, "that you are so kind and noble that knowing I belong to someone else, you will tell my Father that you don't wish to marry me anymore."

Jonathan chuckles, watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"You don't think that you could grow to love me?"

You measure your words out with the beat of your steps.

"Perhaps in another life, Jonathan."

He doesn't answer your question. The last of the shutters close around the two of you as he walks you home, cloaks swishing over the dirt and cobblestones. Fat, heavy rain drops start to fall, you pull the hood of your cloak up to protect your hair. When the rain starts to fall harder, Jonathan follows suit. 

At your front gate, you go to push past him and leave him at the latch, but Jonathan reaches out to stop you. His eyes shine at you from the darkness of his hood as he holds you still, one arm on each elbow. 

"For what it's all worth: I am sorry."

You think, as he leans down, that he's going to kiss you, and the thought makes your stomach drop. But instead he presses a single, chaste kiss to your cheek before pulling away. Your skin tingles from where his beard touched your sensitive skin. 

The rain starts to fall in a heavy sheet as he brushes past you, back towards where his ship is docked. You're stuck, fingernails digging into the wood of the front gate, and you think you might throw up from the feeling of the world rushing beneath your feet. 

It's not until you lift your head, trying to unstick your feet from where you're frozen to the ground, that you catch sight of the looming figure down the street. 

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[wouldve-couldve-shouidve]

₊˚⊹♡ all right, people, let's start at the beginning one last time. my name is lucy! ✩°｡⋆

➵ you can call me lucy and any other nicknames that fit, also i adore petnames

➵ this is my alt account, my main is @svnflowermoon and i made this bc that one was getting veryyyy crowded and my notifications were a mess, i probably won't use this acc all that much but if you really want me to see a notification for something ur tagging me in then it might be a good idea to tag this account! also occasionally i just say unhinged things here that i don't want to post on my main

➵ basic info. they/she, 16, lesbian, enfp, gemini, slytherin, nz, i adore dogs, plant mum, i love painting, writing is my life, i love going on walks and picnics, I'm 100% a spring and autumn girlie, i can't live without music, spotify is the loml, reputation and folklore girlie, pinterest whore, i hate coffee (sorry), i overshare on the internet, i don't ship real people but idc if you do as long as you're respectful about it, i love character design!!! i've been told by my best friends that i'm a real life nick nelson <3

➵ music. conan gray, maisie peters, gracie abrams, lyn lapid, taylor swift, sabrina carpenter, olivia rodrigo, ABBA, arctic monkeys, queen, claire rosinkranz, girl in red, phoebe bridgers, boygenius, renee rapp, troye sivan, lauv, harry styles, niall horan, lizzy mcalpine, johnny orlando, ricky montgomery, zayn, maggie lindemann, louis tomlinson, beabadoobee, billie eilish, ella jane, cigarettes after sex, emei, tate mcrae, lana del rey, melanie martinez, 5sos, the neighbourhood, clairo, and more

➵ writing account. @svnflower-writes

➵ more info. on my main account!!! :)

➵ note. if you know me irl please DO NOT interact with this account. i would prefer if you don't even look at it. i say this about my main but i'm even more serious abt this acc as this is my vent acc and it has stuff i'd prefer if you didn't know xx (don't take this personally tho)

#luc posts #svnflowermoon alt acc

[billiewena]

hello! I've been on-and-off with spnblr all summer and missed a lot. with my bday this month, I figured what better time to do a content creator event and catch up than now? presenting:

billiewena birthday boost bash... 2!

DATES: Thursday, Sept 29th - Sunday, Oct 2nd

WHERE: @billiewena and my sam sideblog @alivegirlsam

PART 1 - BOOST BASH: I’m making what was a very last-minute idea last year a tradition! Instead of new content, I want you to RE-SHARE any content you’ve made in the past that didn't get the love as it deserved the first time! ALL CONTENT TYPES WELCOME. feel free to share a multiple posts or even other bloggers’ posts! this is NOT the time to be humble. it was really fun last year and I made some beloved mutuals through it 💕

to “boost” a post, you can either 1) tag me in the comments / reblog or 2) send the post over DM or ask.

PART 2 - PROMPTS (OPTIONAL): I also have 🎉 actual prompts 🎉 this year for anyone who wants to make new content, too! Was saving these for a follower celebration but life stuff happened and I forgot. if any of the extremely specific things below inspire you, feel free to participate:

One-Episode Icons (aka characters who only appeared once)

DepecheModeNatural

LGBT Sam

Reapers (and Death the Horseman)

Bestiesnatural (examples)

Celestial Horror (examples)

👏 Let 👏 Women 👏 Be 👏 Evil 👏

🍯 bonus prompt for amv editors: Honeypie, but for any other fandom you’re in (i.e. a Cousin Greg Honeypie AMV) 🍯

for these, you can tag me in the post/reblog OR use the tag #bwboostbash2

RULES & FAQ BELOW:

open to anyone!

....EXCEPT for proshipper blogs and no, not just the w*ncest/w*nkline ones (though "f*ck you" and "how did you find me" especially to those)

if it’s sam-related, will reblog on my sam blog @alivegirlsam too! (alternatively if any samblr mutuals only want to be reblogged there lemme know!)

any content is allowed! (art, fic, video, poem, playlist, web weave, powerpoint, meta, whatever)

no NSFW and please tag any explicit fic as ‘minors DNI’

boost bash content doesn’t have to fit the prompts, it can be literally anything you’ve done in the past!

in addition to the obvious (see #2) I am also requesting no angel/angel, sam/lucifer, baby!jack, and no dreamh*nter or kaia content pls

if you don’t see your post reblogged that means I might not have gotten the notification, so message me! I'll like the posts from my main @homosexualslug to show when I queued posts as well

otherwise, pretty limitless and most of y’all know I'm a big multi-shipper (see my bio for all the non-desitel ones) who also enjoys almost every spn character under the sun (unless you're making, idk, like KFC Demon content but who would do that willingly?)

if you have a question, feel free to send an ask or DM!

#also technically my bday is sept 23rd but that felt short notice for prompts so #super super excited to discover or even rediscover all of the underrated content out there once again! #bwboostbash #bwboostbash2

[twoiesfnafocs]

Rules

I am on mobile, so my tags are very minimal.

Do not reblog threads you are not apart of. This also applies to my headcanons.

I'm lenient about this, but do not reblog art or memes from here, as it clogs up my feed.

Don't poop on the floor

You never know what you're going to get with me. You may get a multipara starter/reply, you may get a few sentences. I don't expect you to match my length, especially if I've written a behemoth of a starter... but I do ask that you try to match my effort. If I'm writing a huge reply and you respond with something that doesn't match the setting or context, (and do this consistently,) I'm more than likely going to drop threads, and if this keeps happening, I'll just soft block you. Yes I do this for fun, but I put abouts and rules and everything you need to know for a reason, and if you can't be bothered to put in the effort to read it, or properly read my responses, then don't even bother.

I am a mobile user. Maybe once in a while, I'll pop onto a computer at the library to fine-tune posts like this, but it's hard, if not impossible for me to use the site to its full extent. As such, icons will not be used, tags will be scarce, and trimming posts will not be done the way I like.

Trimming posts are a strange area. I have adhd and autism, so the best way for a thread to be trimmed is with the last response still attached. This way I can remember what's going on in the thread, which will lead to an overall better rp experience. If posts don't get trimmed, I'll just have to make the reply and hit that big red X button that deletes everything before my response, so take that as a warning.

RESPECT MY FUCKING BOUNDARIES. I've had some issues with one individual who sucked me into this Fandom, they refused to take no for an answer and forced me to rp an incest ship. This has scared me away from this rpc for years. If I say no, it does not mean "convince me," it means no. I have a three-strikes-your-out policy.

Speaking of boundaries, this blog in particular deals with themes of child abuse, racism, and possibly more dark themes. I will tag as needed, but I may also forget, so if you are easily triggered by this stuff, do not follow this specific blog. I can also be found at @reactivatedrockstar, but I can only be dmed here.

I have a full-time job as a daycare teacher. I am not always online. Do not pester me for replies unless it's been a few days. Maybe a notif bugged out, or maybe I thought I replied but didn't. General rule of thumb, if it's been less than a day, then don't pester me.

I like to talk in the DMs!! Please don't think that this is a passive-aggressive attempt to get you to reply, as eager as I get, this is a hobby, and I will not rush you intentionally!! Please tell me politely if I make you feel rushed or don't want to talk via dms. (I personally just think that writing is more fun when you know your partners.) That being said, I do not want you feeling like you are responsible for my personal feelings, and vice versa. You are allowed to say no, I am allowed to say no. If you try and guilt trip me, that will count against your three strikes. (And I will warn you dw.)

In addition to this, if you do NOT like communicating via dms, please tell me, and I will stop. If you just ignore me or ghost me, I'm either going to continue to try and reach out, thinking you forgot or didn't get notified, or I'll become intimidated, and think I did something wrong. We're all adults here, we can use our words. You don't have to follow me if you don't want to interact.

I have kept up with the lore moderately well, but if I don't know something, or have forgotten something, do not bully me. I have zero tolerance for it. You respect me, and I respect you.

If you want to let me know you've read these, go ahead and like it, but it's not required, I use an honor system anyway.

#Rules

[yandere-daze]

Hello, I am the anon who sent in the HiMERU request Thank you for writing it again, I was slightly surprised when I opened my tumblr notifications and saw my request, I'm very glad that you enjoyed writing for him too 😊

Also, if you don't mind me asking, how do you usually do research characters that you plan on writing for? I've been thinking of starting my own writing blog for enstars, but there are so many characters to learn about + lots of stories that have been published over the years. Reading through all of the stories for each character to understand them is an overwhelming task for me, which is why I'm wondering if you have any other methods / tips 🙏

Heya, glad to see you! First of all thank you for sending in a follow-up ask after the request, it really helps a writer to know that the person that requested something read and enjoyed it 😊

As for your second question.. Well first of all I'm glad to hear that you're thinking about starting your own writing blog for enstars! Writing can be such a nice creative outlet so I can only recommend it!

As for how I research characters for my writing, I'm sorry to disappoint you but all I can offer as advice really is just reading the stories 😭 It's what I do to try and wrap my head around a character before writing them.

The result of this is me letting a lot of requests pile up in my inbox and not writing them just yet because I don't feel comfortable in my understanding of the character to write for them at the moment.

This is also the reason why you might see me post mainly about the same few characters on here. I think I have a good grasp on Valkyrie for example because I've read quite a few of their stories.

It's not necessary to read every single story for every single character but I would recommend reading a few of them until you feel like you have a general grasp of the character and what they are like.

Reading their wiki page or maybe stumbling on a character analysis from someone that likes the character a lot can also be helpful! And sometimes I also just learn about characters from osmosis by seeing others talk about them dndnd

What I want to say here though is, and as you can tell that's something I also struggle with myself, is that no one expects you to know every single thing about every character ever.

As you said, there's like 50 characters in enstars and hundreds of stories that would probably take weeks or months of reading to get through and that's something that just isn't really feasible for most people

But there is nothing wrong with writing something for a character and not knowing everything. You don't have to!

Most people only focus on ("produce") a few characters in a huge game like enstars and that is okay too!

I can tell you from my own experience, I'm just happy every time I see someone write something new about my favorite character. It doesn't matter if you don't know every single thing about them, it doesn't matter if you didn't read the story where *insert thing*happened.

Because especially in a fandom as small as enstars on here, everyone is just overjoyed when they find something new about their favorite characters. I know I get super excited whenever I find a new Mika x reader headcanon or fic in the tags and it won't matter if the writer maybe doesn't know the character as well as I might do.

Every person likes another character best and that is okay!

Also just saying but as a writer you don't have to do requests like I do. You can just write whatever strikes your fancy and about the characters *you* want to write.

And even if you do take requests, there's no shame in waiting until you feel prepared to write it, there is no rush. You also don't have to write every request you get.

Pleasing everyone is a hopeless endeavor and you always reserve the right to reject a request if you don't feel like writing it / don't think you are able to at the moment!

I feel like I've gone pretty off-topic at the end here but what I'm trying to say is that it's perfectly okay to write for a character while not having read every single character!

Sure, having read every story about a character gives you the ability to talk a bit more nuanced about a character and maybe give you some ideas to include some of their lesser-known traits or back stories into your writing but it's not necessary!

Chances are, the person reading your story most likely also did not read every single story in the game, so don't worry too much

I wish you the best of luck with your blog if you do end up creating one btw!!😊💕

Also I'm more than happy to answer if you happen to have any more questions ^^

#anon ask #reading stories is the way to go #but you don't have to read every single one #it's something I also still need to learn myself

[tojikai]

Omg PM IV!!!!! Thank you for the tag! Amazing as usual! It's very hot here in the UK, so I was literally laying in my bed crying due to the heat. Me toes and tits sweating off and I see my tagged notification and got up so quick!

Little TW for anyone who might read this. I do mention a little bit about self h*rm in my second paragraph about Rie. Just wanted to let you guys know in case x

Right, so... Satoru is really still convincing himself that Rie is perfect. He was catching all the things she was saying and in disbelief, but still internally convincing himself she's lovely and can't be horrible, bad etc. I feel like a part of him is still convincing himself of this to justify that Rie is the right girl for him and what he did was fine. And I think that he would have tried to keep up with this easier if YN never found out about the kiss. Because all this time, YN never knew but it seemed as tho she was ok with all of this to their friends. Now the facade is up. Gojo looks like an even bigger prick. He's trying to have the best of both worlds. Which is unfair on both the girls. He's kinda giving both false hopes. Kissing YNs hand (and yeh i know it could have just been a tender moment, but still very intimate) and she thought he was coming back to her. And Rie is like yeh but you love me and you're dating ME. Kinda reminds me of chapter 1, and please correct me if I'm misquoting your work, when YN says you don't love me anymore and he says something like no it's not like that. It's like that again but the other way round. I've tried being civil this time, but flippin heck, this arse just wants his dick wet but doesn't know by who! Ugh! PM GOJO YOU BRING OUT THE WORST IN ME! Wish version Jack Frost looking ass bitch! (I actually love non PM Gojo, im sry bbz ily)😅😂

Now Rie, I feel bad because, yes in that situation she probably can't help but think shit I'm going to lose him. And the questions going through her mind when she saw Gojo holding YNs hand... because once a cheater always a cheater. They both were part of this cheating, so it's only natural for her to think he's done it once, he can do it again. And she's already not a fan favourite. She really pissed me off when she said YN was self h*rming for attention... (some of my old 'friends' who were very close to me had said this to me and it hurts more than the physical pain :/). She's getting very insecure and acting irrationally and saying things out of desperation. I feel like this weird subtle chasing dynamic is either gnna mirror the relationship Toji had with his new gf in his series, because she had him without having him. Orrrr it will drive him away and they both lose on what they wanted.

Loved that scene at the end with YN and Suguru. It was so sweet. I hope she gets a tattoo that represents her strength and is part of her healing so she can get up and do some boss girl shit. And I hope that Shoko and Suguru become her chosen family/people (whether YN ends up with one of them or not (still kinda hoping for YNxSuguru lol)), because her shitty parents and Gojo failed her miserably. Gojo watching that scene made it so much better. I hope he gets that he can't be part of her healing, because it will be like rubbing salt on the wounds. Personally, as much as I love that person, I could never trust them again. I'd live like a walking corpse if I chose to be with them again constantly thinking about that betrayal. Gotta put me first! (I keep thinking of the Cookie Empire gif and I dont know how to add images in this on my phone because I'm shite at this lol). He lost something amazing, 5 whole years, over 5 minutes of infatuation. But I guess it showed that YN wasn't his, rather than Gojo not being YNs, if that makes sense. Because really and truly she didn't lose, which I hope she sees later on, but he did.

Omg, also that mini flashback of how the 3 of them met. I wonder if Suguru saw and liked her first, stepping back for Gojo and now is his time to shine... 👀👀👀

Sorry that's my rambling done. Thank you as always! I always eagerly wait for the next chapter. Gnna go reread this chapter in case I missed any details! Please make sure to take care of yourself!

P.S. I've just shared this chapter with my non tumblr friends and waiting for their discussion! 😄🙌🏾

Hiiiii omg woww, i so love this !! i like how you tried to dig deeper into their thoughts and their feelings and how you kept it all realistic and rational, like u made points for what possible reasons made this character do this and that !!! about that part that u shared, that u've been told what rie said abt yn, bb im sorry u had to go through that. those people are not your people. i hope u feel better now🥺♥️

anyways, thank you so muchhh for reading and for sharing omg, that makes me really happy !! please do take care of yourself too, and i hope you're doing great ~<33

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark #tw.self harm

[demcnsinmymind]

Some of my mutuals have told me that they didn't get a notification that I replied to a thread/ tagged them in a meme reply. All in all, notifs just have been very unreliable lately. So this is a little reminder that I do have a thread tracker.

If we got some plots/threads going and you're waiting on me for a reply, I'd really appreciate it if you could check that one out to see if I already replied or if I still owe you. I'm also doing the same with my mutuals' thread trackers every other week to make sure I haven't missed anything either.

I'm waiting on quite a lot of replies and I'm really not sure if people just didn't get the notif and don't know it's their turn or if things got dropped. Which is also fine of course, but it's just super annoying that I never know which of the two it is, hence the tracker as a means for both sides to check where we stand.

So long story short : my thread tracker is always up to date and much more reliable for keeping track of our threads. If stuff has been dropped, I'd appreciate it if you let me know. No hard feelings and no pressure. I'd just like to know where I/things stand. Same goes if a thread is missing on my tracker, then please let me know so I can add it on there!

#psa

[peterpparkerwrites]

fine line - part one

a/n: I hope you guys enjoy this series!! it was a fun one for me to write because the dramatic irony was off the freaking charts lmfao, also there is an alternative ending which I don’t think I’ve done before (?) so that was fun too! this will of course still follow the same posting schedule of 11 and 7 everyday. let me know if you guys have any questions and please only dm or send me an ask to be added to the taglist - I keep missing ones in comments :( warnings: language, like I said a fuckton of dramatic irony just throughout the series you want to shake reader and peter, attempted assault, fighting pairing: peter parker x reader word count: 3.9k summary: you and spider-man are great partners, friends, maybe even more - but you and peter absolutely despite each other. there’s only so much time before one of you realized who the other really is (request asked for super-powered reader and Medusa as the name which I thought was sick so hopefully did that justice!)

masterlist ~ requests are closed ~ part two

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"You know, I hate when you get that look on your face."

"What? You can't even see my face, only my eyes."

"No, but I can picture it pretty clearly. Something like this?" Spider-Man's mask shifted a little and his white eyes squinted, as if that was supposed to make you envision what face he was making.

"You're weird."

"And you love it, Frosty."

You scoffed at the nickname, turning away from your partner. For almost eight months, you and Spider-Man had teamed up to watch over New York. The city was a mess after the snap - more criminals than ever had sprung up during the five year gap, and of course all the ones that had been dusted returned. They expected to get their turf back, their drug rings, all their connections - it led to a lot of nasty gang fights and other crimes unlike anything you'd seen before.

Spider-Man was a little ruffled when he came back to New York after five years and discovered that there was another hero running around. You had only been at it for a few months before everyone returned.

You gained your powers and wanted to put them to some kind of use. You lost friends and family in the snap, and this was one of the only ways you could distract yourself from that kind of pain and help people. You were moved to New York to live with your dad, discovered that Spider-Man and a good chunk of other heroes were gone, and put your newfound powers to use.

A few months into your new hero gig was when everyone returned, including Spider-Man - who nearly scared the shit out of you when you were patrolling one day.

"Hello!"

"Agh!"

A red and blue figure was suddenly next to you and you did the only thing you could think of, which was throw your hand out and freeze him. Not literally - your power was more like an illusion, or invisibly binding, you supposed. As long as you concentrated and pictured something or someone frozen in place, it actually held them in place.

"Uh, what did you just do to me?" He laughed a little awkwardly, and you immediately dropped your hand when you recognized him.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," you covered your mouth with your hands, as if you weren't already wearing a mask. "You-you're Spider-Man!"

"At your service," he bowed, making you crack a smile. "And...you must be my replacement?"

"Replacement?" You waved a hand, "That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"

"I'm kidding," he held a hand out, and you shook it, "Nice to meet you...?"

"Uh...Medusa. That's what they've started calling me, at least."

"That is a sick name! If you want, we could do this together," he offered, "I think we'd make a pretty good team. Emphasis on 'pretty'."

"You don't even know what I look like," you laughed.

"I just have a good feeling," one of his masked eyes winked at you.

"I really hope you're not some weird old man."

"Hey! I'm seventeen," he put a hand on his chest, offended, "I hope you aren't some weird old man."

"You got me," you said dramatically, and he snickered. "I'm also seventeen."

"So. Can I call you Frosty?"

That was his stupid nickname for you, which didn't even make sense. You didn't actually freeze anyone - you didn't know how to fully explain your power, but it certainly didn't involve ice. He claimed that freezing people in place with your mind was basically the same as freezing them physically, so frosty was apparently an appropriate nickname. You figured he only used it because it annoyed you.

And despite not knowing at all what you looked like, he was a huge flirt.

He perked up suddenly, dragging you out of your thoughts. You were still trying to get used to his Spidey sense, or whatever it was called. Sometimes he would just stiffen and tell you that you were both needed somewhere, other times he would just stop talking mid sentence and grab you and go.

"We gotta go," he said quickly, already throwing an arm around your waist and jumping off the ledge you were both perched on. It was hard not to scream in panic when he did that, but you were getting more used to it.

You held onto him tightly as he swung you both down a few blocks. By now you knew better than to ask where you were going - the first time you tried talking to him while swinging didn't result in him hearing you at all over the sound of the wind.

He landed you both on the roof of a warehouse by the water. You both tensed at the sound of a girl screeching, and your heart dropped.

You hated these nights. It was more frequent than you wished, and it scared you more than most other criminals you fought.

Spider-Man jumped into action, jumping down to the back side of the warehouse where a large man was cornering a girl. You followed, getting ready for the routine that you usually had when it came to men like this.

"I think you should pick on people your own size," Spider-Man huffed, making the guy turn around.

"Neither of you are my size, by the looks of it," he growled.

"Ouch," Spider-Man visibly deflated. "I mean, personality wise, I am way bigger than this guy, right, Medusa?"

"Whatever makes you sleep at night, Spidey," you responded, relaxing a little when the girl got the hint and started sneaking away.

"I'm also not a creep who preys on women, so I think that says something about my character," Spider-Man's voice turned more serious, and the guy's eyes widened when he realized what you were both doing. He turned to where the girl had been standing and clenched his fists when he realized she wasn't there anymore.

"Where did that brat go?" He hollered, and your fists tightened. You didn't dare look in the direction you saw her run and ride.

"Nowhere you're going to find her," you spat.

"If you would do the honors?" Spider-Man turned toward you, and you nodded.

You held your hand up once you were both close enough, and concentrated. When you got your powers nearly a year ago, you struggled with how they worked. It started with you throwing balls of crumpled up paper in the air and imagining them stuck in place. That was hard enough in the beginning, and you could only hold it for a few seconds before it fell back down and you got a piercing headache.

Now you were a little more practiced at it. The man was wide-eyed and clearly struggling, but you weren't having as hard of a time. You concentrated on the idea of him not moving, as if invisible bands of air were keeping him in place, and it worked. However, he was really set on getting free of the invisible prison you trapped him in, and you had to step forward and narrow your eyes to keep it from breaking.

You held up your hand more, struggling to keep him still. One of the pains about using your powers by yourself, was that you had to concentrate so hard on keeping someone frozen, that you sometimes couldn't do anything else at the same time. Depending on how long you were freezing someone and how much they struggled, sometimes you had to just stand there. Having a partner certainly helped with that.

Spider-Man was whistling as he walked up to the guy. "Man, I wish you were around when I started, this power is so awesome."

"It's not gonna be so awesome if you don't hurry up," you said stiffly, struggling. The stronger the person you were trying to freeze in place was, the harder it was to hold it. And this dude was really struggling to break free.

"Okay, okay," he chuckled and grabbed the man's upraised arms, pulling them back behind him and webbing them together in makeshift handcuffs. You dropped your hand with a sigh, hurrying over to where the girl was hiding behind the dumpster.

"You okay?" You asked softly, reaching a hand out. She burst into tears and tackled you in a hug, stuttering out a bunch of thank you's. You looked up at Spider-Man over her shoulder, seeing that he had knocked out the guy, which probably wasn't necessary, but you definitely weren't complaining.

"Call the police," you told him, and he nodded, walking away to start talking to his AI.

"Do you want us to wait with you for the police?" You asked her once she calmed down, "We'll have to leave once they show up, but we can stay until then."

"Please," she begged, and you nodded, keeping a hold of one of her hands to keep her calm. You had been through enough situations like this one to know not to ask her anything about how she ended up here or if that guy had done anything to her. Instead you asked her about the themed pins she had decorating her backpack, hoping to distract her from the situation.

Spider-Man stayed by the guy, probably making sure that he didn't wake up. You also figured he got the idea that sometimes in situations like this, the girl probably didn't want to be around any men. It never helped when the police showed up, though.

"We gotta go," Spider-Man came up to you both, just as you could hear a car pulling up. You nodded, promising the girl that the police would be there soon. She seemed to understand that you couldn't stay - you and Spider-Man didn't have the best relationship with the cops.

You both watched from the roof as they hauled the man into the police car. Both of you were more comfortable once they had him rather than leaving too early, but not where they could see you. Luckily a female officer was talking to the girl, and you felt a lot better about having to leave her.

You felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Ready?" Spider-Man asked you softly, and you nodded. He slipped his arm around your waist and shot a web at a nearby rooftop, and you both swung away.

"You alright?" He asked once he set you both down at your usual spot. Somehow he had a sixth sense when it came to how you were feeling, but he also knew how much you hated situations like that one.

"I hate men," you muttered as you sat down, and he just nodded in agreement. "I hate to think of all the ones we don't catch."

"If you think like that, you'll go crazy, trust me," he sighed, sitting next to you, "We saved one girl from a really horrible thing today. I think that counts for something."

"You're right."

"As always."

"Okay, now you're pushing it-"

You got cut off as you both heard a familiar buzzing sound. Spider-Man and you exchanged a look, already knowing what that sound meant. The two of you looked down at the busy street, seeing some people already beginning to run away as a man started walking down, cackling.

"Ugh, can someone just take me out already," you groaned, putting your face in your hands.

"I've asked many times," Spider-Man noted, and you rolled your eyes.

"You know that's not what I meant."

"We should probably go after this guy. Again."

"This is a literal nightmare," you muttered.

"I can think of worse nightmares, actually."

You ignored him, and adjusted your mask nervously. This villain was awful - he was pretty much the only one that you two couldn't catch. A large part of that was that your powers didn't really work on him. Usually for a few seconds, but not long enough to catch him. Not to mention you couldn't even use it too many times or it would stop working all together.

As much as you hated the disgusting men like the one you caught tonight, they were a lot easier to deal with. Criminals like this one were much harder.

"No need to be scared, we got this," Spider-Man nudged you, and you frowned at him.

"I am not scared. Let's go."

You and Spider-Man jumped down a few meters in front of where the bee guy was standing. He called himself Swarm from the few encounters you had, and he seemed to have a liking for stealing. He had a briefcase of something he probably stole in his hand, and he grinned when he saw you both.

"Stupid heroes," he laughed loudly, "Haven't we learned already? You can't catch me."

With that, he burst open. You and Spider-Man both rolled out of the way in opposite directions, which was your first mistake. This guy always managed to separate you both and then escape.

You rolled up onto your knee and extended both of your hands, clenching your jaw. For days, you hadn't been able to get this guy with your powers - he was made of hundreds of buzzing objects that resembled bees, but you doubted they were real.

A couple of stings had left you both in moderate pain, but you were worried if multiple occurred, they might be really dangerous.

The problem was that you couldn't freeze more than one thing at a time, and this man was made of hundreds of 'things'. You tried to focus on the largest swarm of them, and the closest to you. But it wasn't working the way you planned, the stupid things just kept moving-

"Watch out!" Spider-Man tackled you from the side, and you both rolled over each other just in time to dodge a different swarm coming right at you.

When you both stopped rolling, the buzzing sound was gone - he had escaped again.

"Damn it," you muttered, accepting Spidey's hand to help you up. "That guy pisses me off."

"What kind of super villain would want to be bee themed," he muttered in response, making you crack a smile.

"You're literally spider themed."

"Whatever."

-

You woke up the next morning with a few stings and a headache. Spider-Man had suggested calling it quits for the night, and you couldn't have agreed more. The emotional and physical toll on your body was enough to make you hit your bed and knock out right away.

School wasn't something you were looking forward to, anyway.

You had moved to New York just a few months before half the population was returned. Midtown High was a nice school, one that your father thought would be a good fit for you. You made friends quickly, but things got complicated when students were suddenly appearing in the middle of class.

Adjustments were made, and several of your friends were put in different classes to accommodate the students that had returned. You made new friends, MJ and Ned, who were both really nice.

For some reason, though, their friend Peter didn't become your friend so easily. Or at all.

You got annoyed just thinking about him, shoving your books into your bag with more force than necessary. The last thing you ever expected was to have drama with some random boy you had never met before, but it seemed like the second you two were introduced, he despised you.

A lot of people were angry and confused when they returned after the snap, and understandably so. You originally figured he was stressed and would get over it once everyone adjusted, but he never seemed to get used to you. You weren't one to take hits without fighting back, and pretty soon you were arguing with him nearly every day over the stupidest things imaginable.

"Morning," MJ's voice interrupted your thoughts, and you realized you had made it all the way to school thinking about how much Peter Parker irritated you, which was just really pathetic.

"Morning," you couldn't help but yawn, hoping your headache would go away soon. You hated the side effects of your powers sometimes.

"What kept you up all night?" She asked as you both headed to your lockers.

"Physics," you lied, waiting while she shuffled through her books. "We have that project coming up, and I was thinking of ideas for it."

"Yeah, good luck with that," she snickered, and you frowned at her.

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm alright at Physics!"

"Yeah, but you and Peter aren't alright at communicating with each other, so I wouldn't be surprised if this blows up."

"I'm not partnered with Peter, I'm partnered with Ned," you said in confusion, before your expression dropped. "No, please tell me Ned didn't have him join the group."

MJ chuckled at you as you resisted banging your head against a locker. Ned had the bright idea for months now that forcing you and Peter together for things like projects or hangouts would somehow change how you felt about one another.

"Of course he did, and I'm not surprised he didn't have the guts to tell you," MJ shook her head. "Either way, good luck. Too bad I'm not in Physics with you guys, I'd love to witness the Peter and Y/N show."

"You suck," you pouted, and she laughed.

Ned was a little more hopeful than she was about the project, but it quickly went downhill fast. You were explaining your ideas to Ned and Peter thought they were stupid, and Ned tried to get you both to compromise on one but it resulted in you both arguing about which one would get the better grade.

Ned finally picked one of Peter's, much to your annoyance, but he let you use some of your original ideas to fit into the project. To no one's surprise, Peter didn't like any of them.

"This is a stupid idea," Peter complained, leaning back. You were all seated around one of the cafeteria benches outside the school, Ned looking like he made the biggest mistake in joining you two up for a project. None of you wanted to be there.

"Oh, and your ideas are so much better?" You frowned.

"Guys, come on," Ned begged before Peter could snap anything back at you, "I can't afford to get a bad grade on this. If you guys aren't going to get along I'll find another group."

As much as you hated Peter, you couldn't let Ned down. "Fine. I'll be quiet."

Peter muttered something that sounded like "yeah right", but you just grit your teeth and tried to ignore it. Ned's grade rested on this project, and honestly, so did yours. You needed to start showing improvement before your dad realized your grades were slipping.

Eventually you all decided to end it for the day and go home. Ned seemed to be sick of both of your bickering and tried to change the subject as you all walked home.

Peter instead began doing something that you were sure he was fully aware of. "Ned, MJ and I were planning on going to the opening of that new exhibit at MoMA next week, do you want to come? I'm sure we could carpool."

Making plans without you with you being right there. Awesome.

"That'd be sick! Y/N, you wanna join?" Ned asked excitedly, and you almost smiled at how sweet he was. Clearly Peter did not want to invite you, though.

"I think I'm good, I don't know if there would be enough room with Peter's ego being there."

"Pretty sure it's your attitude that would take up all the room," Peter snapped.

"Okay, that's it," Ned held his hands up, looking stressed. "I'm going the rest of the way by myself. I can't stand you two."

"Ned!" You both protested at the same time, but he was already shaking his head and walking in the other direction.

"That's what you get for jamming your way into our project," you muttered, and Peter glared at you.

"Ned and I could do this entire thing on our own, you're just going to hold us back," he said harshly. "Ned's only your friend anyway because he feels bad for you for some reason."

"You're an asshole," you snapped, pretending that what he said didn't hurt. You knew Ned was more Peter's friend than yours, but you hoped Peter was lying just to try to hurt your feelings. Ned was one of the only friends you had. Aside from your favorite spider, he and MJ were the only real friends you had.

"See you tomorrow, sunshine," Peter gave you a sarcastic wave before turning and heading down the other direction. You hated when he called you that.

That annoying look on his face haunted you up until you were masked up and at your meeting spot with Spider-Man. The stupid things he had said to you kept jumping around in your thoughts, too, which didn't help your already bad mood.

And you had to work with him after school everyday until this project was finished.

You kicked the wall angrily, ignoring the pain in your foot from doing that.

"Damn, what did that wall do to you?" You jumped and looked at where Spider-Man was leaning against the other wall, his mask shifting like he was raising an eyebrow.

"I wish I had Spidey senses, so you would stop sneaking up on me," you teased, your bad mood already vanishing as soon as you saw him. "Nothing, just annoyed."

"Someone's been annoying you?" He asked, and your grin dropped a little.

"You know I'm not going to give you any details, Spidey."

"Still, if someone was upsetting you, I'd want to know," he smacked a clenched fist against his palm, "I can fight."

You couldn't help but laugh at that, holding your stomach. "You couldn't be further from the truth. I'm just stressed about school."

Technically a lie? Although Peter did make school a lot more stressful.

"Then may I distract you with a night of patrolling, my dear Frosty?" He held his hand out, and you rolled your eyes but took it anyway.

"I would do just about anything for you to stop calling me that."

"Anything?"

"Oh, shut up."

~

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[viking-raider]

Swipe - II

Summary: You've ghosted Henry after promising to meet him, but what's happened?

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 8,453

Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Unwanted Touches, Fighting, Language, Mention of Abortion (But not getting one!), Serious Pregnancy Cravings

Inspiration: Something I read.

Author’s Note: Takes please before Sand Castle! I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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You stared at your phone as Henry's caller ID danced on the screen, biting your trembling lip, feeling like a complete monster for ghosting him after having such a great time communicating with him. But, you couldn't do it anymore, you were terrified about meeting him, especially considering you were five and half months pregnant with your ex-boyfriend's baby. You let out a relieved breath once your phone stopped ringing, stressed out and bitter tears spilling over as you dropped back against the couch cushions; only to hear the beep of your voicemail.

“Just go away.” You hiccupped, leaning forward to grab your phone to delete Henry's voicemail, but couldn't bring yourself to it and pressed play instead.

“Hey, I know I've been messaging you and you're clearly not reading them and I know you watched this call ring, and ignored it. But—God, I hope you listen to this. I know why you're ghosting me, and I want you to know that I don't care. If I had cared, I would have never swiped up on you, but I did, because I saw something in you, I feel something with you. I don't know what the hell it is and I want to know what it is, if you would only give me a chance too. Please.”

You rubbed at your eyes and nose, sniffling, caught off guard by Henry being adamant about wanting to meet you, pregnant or not. But, you didn't know what you wanted. What if you and Henry met and hit if off. What then? You were going to be having a baby in a few months, one you would be raising on your own, since your ex had made it clear over the last few months he wanted nothing to do with. He had even suggested getting an abortion, which you were staunchly against. You wanted this baby, with or without a man. But, what would Henry do once the baby came and the two of you decided to be a couple, would he step up and raise the baby as his own or would he leave that to you. You weren't sure you would stand for that, you and the baby were a package deal.

But, Henry also seemed to understand that, by his voicemail.

Getting up, you shuffled into the bathroom and splashed cold water into your face, dried off and took several deep breaths and returned to the living room, and picked up your phone.

“You called me.” Henry said as the line picked up.

“I did.” You replied, biting your lip.

“Are you all right?” He asked, hearing the rawness in your voice.

“Yeah, it's just been a long day.” You answered, clearing your throat.

Henry licked his lips and cleared his own throat, running hand through his hair. “Can I come see you?” He whispered, softly.

You gulped, wet eyes going wide. “Um..” You squeaked, eyes darting around your living room.

“Please, just for a little bit.” He begged you, he wanted to check up on you.

“Sure.” You rasped, giving in, sheepishly.

“Can I bring you anything?” He asked, quickly getting his shoes on. “Are you craving something?” He inquired, pressing his phone to his ear with his shoulder as he tied his laces.

You couldn't help the smile that came across your lips, you had been considering having something delivered to you, too tired and drained to cook yourself something for dinner. “Uh, I was going to UberEats for some take-way.” You said, softly picking at the fiber of your pants. “But, I am dying for Sour Patch Kids.” You added in a mumble.

“That's all doable.” Henry chuckled, plucking his keys up from their spot. “Why don't you text me your address, and I'll see you in a few?” He said, pausing at the front door.

“I can do that.” You said, biting your lip and sighed softly.

“See you soon.” He smiled, excited to finally meet you.

You both hung up and you sat on the couch in a bit of a stupor for a moment, shocked that Henry Cavill was coming over to your place with Sour Patch Kids. Henry himself considered for a moment about bringing Kal over with him, but thought better of it, not sure how he and Ghost would get along, not wanting them to interrupt your first meeting. He ended up having to visit two shops to find the sour and sweet candies you were craving, grabbing the family-sized bag of them, and receiving your text containing your address as he purchased them.

Henry took a deep breath as he reached your door, shifting the bag of Sour Patch Kids to his other hand as he lifted his fist to knock. A sharp and deep bark sounded behind the door, making Henry chuckle, knowing it was Ghost, and a moment later the door opened, and there you stood. Henry instantly grinned at you, you were as gorgeous in person as you were in your Tinder photos, but his heart gave out a little, seeing that your eyes were red and faintly puffy, evidence that you had been doing some crying, which broke his heart and upset him to no end. He avoided looking down at your belly, which sloped out from the material of the tank top you were wearing.

It took nothing from your beauty. If anything, Henry thought, it added something to it, in his mind.

“Hello.” You greeted him, smiling shyly at him.

“Hi.” Henry greeted you back, his grin brightening.

You gulped and moved out of his way. “Come in.” You said, biting your lip.

“Thank you.” He replied, slipping inside and came to meet Ghost in the entryway. “Well, isn't it the famous Ghost?” He smiled, setting the bag containing your candy on a table beside him and regarded the dog. “It's nice to finally meet you as well.” He said, carefully extending a hand to him.

You stood behind Henry, studying him. He was so tall and big, broad shouldered, his dark curls were brushed back and neat, with a short beard, and his cologne was light, but intoxicating. He had on a pair of dark blue jeans, worn brown boots and a blue hoodie, with a rose on it. You wondered how it was possible for someone to be so gorgeous, and why he was so attracted to you.

“Oh, you're a sweet boy.” Henry cooed, when Ghost finally allowed him to scratch between his ears. “You remind me of Kal.”

“Stubborn as all get out and demands treats every half-second?” You replied, chuckling.

Henry looked back at you, laughing as well. “Exactly.” He nodded, straightening up, and looking at you for a moment. “I'm really glad you agreed to see me.” He said softly, rubbing his palms on his jeans, nervously.

“I've been worried about you.”

“Oh?” You answered, brows going up in surprise.

“Yeah, I know you said your boss has been riding you lately.” Henry said, his eyes finally moving over your body, spotting your bare and swollen feet. “Shit, um, maybe we should sit down?” He looked sheepish, biting his lip.

You pointed over to the couch and slipped by him, feeling your belly brush against his arm as you did, making you look up at Henry, who didn't seem to notice as he moved towards the couch with you. Henry sat down by the arm of the couch and glanced around your flat. The living room was spacious with two big windows looking out to a secluded communal garden that blocked the view of the street a short distance away. The small kitchen was tucked away in the corner of the living room, through an open arching doorway, where Henry could see an induction cooktop and a huge refrigerator, and down the hallway was a bedroom that you had originally turned into a study for yourself to work in, but had recently started to convert into a nursery, then past that was the bathroom, and up a slightly curving staircase was the master bedroom with its own en suite.

“You have a nice place.” He commented, turning his attention back to you.

“Thanks.” You smiled, putting your hand inside the shopping bag and removed the huge bag of Sour Patch Kids.

“I hope I got you the right ones.” Henry said, biting his lip, his brow furrowing as you moved to sit on the couch with him.

“You can never go wrong with Sour Patch Kids.” You giggled, tearing off the top of the bright yellow bag and pulling it open. “I love the blue raspberry ones the best.” You confessed, peeking inside until you found one and plucked it out triumphantly, showing it to Henry, who smiled at you, before popping it into your mouth.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, tugging his phone out from his front pocket.

You swallowed the two Kids you had in your mouth and shifted. “I could eat.” You said, quietly.

“Got anything in mind?” Henry lifted a brow at you, pulling up his UberEats app.

“Hm.” You hummed, chewing on your bottom lip. “Tacos?” You said slowly, looking back at Henry.

“Mmm, I don't remember the last time I had tacos.” Henry replied, a thoughtful look on his face. “Let's see what they have.” He said, searching the app. “Oh god, sweet potatoes.” He groaned, shaking his head.

“What's wrong with sweet potatoes?” You asked, scooting back on the couch and crossing your legs, settling your bag of candy between them.

Henry laughed aloud, glancing at you. “I'm usually on a very strict diet, for various reasons.” He explained, looking back to his phone. “When my trainer wants to add more carbs to my diet—no matter how hopeful I get every time,“ Henry hung his head, dramatically. “He always adds sweet potato to the list.”

“Aww!” You laughed, grinning. “I've never really had sweet potatoes.” You told him, amused by his plight with the tuber. “I do love yams though.” You added, licking your lips. “Especially my mum's!Though, I doubt your trainer would approve of them.”

“Why's that?” Henry smirked, resting back on the couch cushion.

“So, she peels them, cuts them into cubes and puts them in a dish, with a liquid, and bakes them—which, in its own right, isn't unhealthy.” You said, frowning as you thought about it. “But, it's when she takes them out, just before they finish, covers them with marshmallows, and puts them back in, so the marshmallows brown. That's when the healthy part of the yams go out the window.” You stated, breaking out into a laugh.

Henry laughed with you, thoroughly amused. “Yeah, my trainer wouldn't add that to my diet plan. Maybe as a cheat meal though.” He said, his bright and smiling eyes holding yours. “Anyway, tacos!” He proclaimed, going back to his phone. “I don't want to leave you starving.” He looked back at the list of taco restaurants and establishments available on the delivery app, slowly scrolling through until he found a place.

“These guys look good.” He stated, leaning slightly towards you, to show you his phone. “What do you want?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Henry...”

“Let me, you've had a hard day.” He stopped you, meeting your gaze completely. “And, I want to.”

You gulped softly, biting the corner of your lip, then nodded your head, not used to someone wanting to take care of you; at most your ex would have asked you about your day, but that was superficial. He never listened to you or seemed to notice the tears it caused you so many times. You looked at the menu on Henry's phone and pointed out the Al Pastor tacos with seasoned curly fries, that peaked your taste-buds and craving interest.

Nodding his head, Henry sat up and studied the menu, before his face lit up, upon reaching the bottom of it. “Oh yes, they have curries!” He glowed, excitedly.

“A curry boy.” You giggled, seeing the boyish light in his face.

“I could eat gallons of it.” Henry confessed, proudly. “I'm going to try their Coconut Chicken Curry.” He said, putting everything into the cart. “Drinks, do you have something here you want?” He asked, lifting a brow at you.

“I do.” You nodded at him, smiling at his affectionate attention. “I have my tea.”

“Perfect.” He smiled, paying for everything. “They'll be here in about thirty minutes.” He said, setting his phone aside. “I'll be right back, I need to get something out of my car.”

“Okay, I'll be right here.” You replied, nodding at him.

Nodding back, Henry got up and rushed down to his car, opening his trunk and grabbed a bottle of his sparkling Rosemary water from the case he had stored there and slammed it shut again, before rushing back up to your place, politely knocking before he stepped back inside. He didn't see you in the living room and peeked around until he found you standing in the kitchen, making a cup of your tea.

“What do you have?” Henry asked, leaning his hip against the counter.

“Ginger tea.” You smiled, picking up your electric kettle and poured it over a satchel of ground ginger root. “It's good for nausea and settling my stomach. The little one sometime disagrees with my dinner choices, this helps.” You joked, setting the kettle down and gently stirred it. “What about you?” You asked, tilting your head towards the white and green bottle in Henry's hand.

“It's my Rosemary-infused water.” He answered, lifting it up for you to see.

“Would you like a glass?” You asked, pouring a little bit of honey into your tea.

“I would appreciate it, yes.” He nodded, smiling.

You turned and reached up, pulling open the door of a top cabinet and revealed an assortment of different glassware on the two shelves inside. “The choice is yours, good sir.” You said, moving out of his way so he could pick one out.

Henry moved in and inspected the glasses, chuckling when he spotted a pair of Harry Potter themed glasses with Harry, Ron, Dumbledore and Hermione, but picked a tall, highball glass, and shut the cabinet. Setting the glass and his water on the counter, Henry was accurately aware of you standing directly behind him, as he cracked open the cap of the bottle, your bodies brushing some as you both shifted passively.

“Um, do you have—ice?” He asked, over his shoulder.

“Yeah.” You nodded, gulping, and brushed by him, feeling the warmth of his body as you did and opened one of the refrigerator doors to pull out a tray of ice cubes. “Here you go.” You smiled, setting it on the counter beside his glass.

“Thank you.” Henry smiled, picking it up and popping several out into his glass, before pouring his water over it. “So, why is your boss being an ass to you?” He asked, as the pair of you settled back down on the couch together with your respective drinks.

You sighed softly, and took a deep sip of your ginger tea. “Craig, his name is Craig Rowley.” You said, crossing your legs. “I'm not totally sure why he's always a hard ass with me. But, it particularly intensified after a case a few years back, that we were both on.” You started to explain to him, holding your cup in both hands. “It was a horribly long case, almost a year, full of appeals and extensions, something new always seemed to pop up, like a Jack-In-A-Box.” You shook your head, remember the nightmares you used to have during that time. “It was one of the new pieces of evidence that came up from the defense, because our, Craig and I's, law firm was working as the prosecution, that we were researching, and it was no small thing either, it was almost three hundred pages long!”

“Jesus!” Henry snapped, eyes big with shock. “That's basically a novel!”

“Yeah, and I read that thing, at least, four times.” You told him, rubbing the side of your face. “However, and apparently, Craig either only read it once or skimmed it, because as our attorneys went back to court to present the case as Craig had given it to them, since he's the lead Legal Researcher, which means he piles all our research together and gives it to them, we were on track to lose the case.” You took another drink of your tea. “But, since I had basically merged myself with the material, I noticed something that Craig had missed and failed to mention to the attorneys.”

“And let me guess, you mentioned it to them, which allowed them to win the case and now Craig's butt hurt over it.” Henry summed up, hating Craig even more.

“Yeah, basically.” You nodded. “I went over his head, because I should have informed Craig of, what was a legal technicality, but didn't, and just went to Bruce, the head attorney on the case, and he used it.” You confessed, biting your lip. “Ever since, Craig has basically made it his mission to be my worst nightmare, and has succeeded a lot.”

“Why don't you move to another law office?” Henry asked, frowning and shaking his head at you.

You took a deep breath and shook your head back at him. “I don't know. A glutton for punishment, I guess.” You shrugged, staring into your tea. “Minus Craig, it's a good job and it pays really well.”

There was a loud knock at the door and Ghost started barking.

“That must be our food.” Henry said, setting his glass on the coffee table and got up to answer it. “Thanks.” He smiled, pulling his wallet out to tip the delivery woman, before taking the large paper bag of food from her.

You went back into the kitchen and grabbed a pair of plates and silverware, setting them out on the coffee table as Henry opened the bag and pulled everything out, placing your white, styrofoam container of tacos and curly fries beside your plate, moaning at the smell permeating from his curry.

“What's that?” You asked, pointing to a second styrofoam container with two small black cups sitting on top of it.

“Oh!” Henry grinned at you, setting his spoon down. “A treat! Churros with chocolate ganache and dulce de leche dipping sauce.” He told you, opening the container to show you the six U-shaped, cinnamon-sugar dusted fried dough.

“Dear god, those look tasty.” You moaned at the sight of them.

“I bet they are.” He cooed, licking his lips at them.

The two of you ate in a comfortable silence, enjoying your food, until Ghost came up to Henry.

“Hello, what do you have for me?” Henry asked, sitting back. “Is that your toy?” He chuckled, as Ghost dropped a Starbucks Macchiato coffee cup toy, that had seen a much better day, in his lap. “Do you need a refill?” Henry chuckled, picking the toy up and examining the printed, caramel drizzle on top of it.

You chuckled, smirking. “It's his most favorite toy in the whole world.” You told him, regarding the two of them. “He doesn't bring that toy to just anyone.” You said, staring at Ghost. “Never let my ex touch it for anything.” You mumbled underneath your breath, going back to your food.

“Well, I'm flattered.” Henry smiled, holding the toy by its green, stuffing-less, handle and made a little salute with it. “Cheers.” He held the toy back out to Ghost, who took it delicately in his jaws, then laid down on the floor by Henry's feet.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” You nodded, wiping your mouth as you finished off your last taco.

“If you don't want to answer, don't, and I don't mean to upset or offend you.” Henry explained, licking his lips and stirring his spoon in the remains of his curry.

You shifted beside him, picking up your tea and taking a fortifying sip to prepare yourself.

“Why did you and your ex break up?” He asked, his voice was gentle.

You sat quietly for a long time, staring at your last remaining curly fry as you recalled the argument you had the day the two of you broke up, the day you found out you were pregnant with his baby and he walked out on you.

“He found out I was pregnant.” You whispered, biting your lip.

Henry blinked at you. “He broke up with you, because you're pregnant?” He asked, shocked and outraged.

“Yes.” You nodded, sighed. “Six years in a relationship and, of all the things, I thought would destroy it, this wasn't it.” You said, resting your hand on your stomach.

“Does he at least want to be in the baby's life?” Henry asked, frowning at your belly.

“No.” You shook your head. “Quite the opposite, he didn't want me to go through with having the baby.”

Henry growled at the thought, shaking his head. “How could a man forsake his own child?” He huffed, developing a dislike for him.

“Him, it would seem.” You sighed, swallowing at a forming lump in your throat.

Henry looked to you, seeing your struggle to swallow and reached out, grabbing your hand in his and squeezed it, reassuringly. “It'll be all right.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and massaged your fingers. “I promise.”

“But, is that a promise you can keep?” You muttered back, clutching his hand.

Lifting his hand, Henry cupped your cheek. “There's nothing that would keep me from trying.” He said, softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

You and Henry began to grow close, talking on the phone and seeing each other as much as you could, Kal and Ghost even met each other and became fast friends with each other, much to your and Henry's relief.

Henry even came over on the weekend to help you with the nursery.

“Are you sure that piece goes there?” You asked, pointing to the crib piece in Henry's hand as the two of you sat on the floor of the nursery.

“Yes.” He nodded, cocking his head to the side to look at the page of instructions sitting between the two of you.

“It doesn't look right to me though.” You commented, tilting your head at the sheet as well. “It looks more like that piece.” You said, motioning to a piece on the other side of the room, still on top of the box.

Henry stared at the instructions a moment longer, glanced at the piece in question, and looked over at the one you pointed out, then grunted. “You're right.” He nodded, putting the piece down, then sat up to reach out for the right one. “You all right?” He asked, hearing your moan as he fitted the parts together.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, resting a hand on your stomach. “Just getting either kneed or elbowed.”

“You're what?” Henry snapped, looking over at you, just in time to see a bulge in your stomach form and glide from one side to the other. “Holy crap.” His eyes grew at the sight of your belly dancing as the baby shifted, restless and trying to find a more comfortable position.

“Can—can I feel?” He asked, slowly.

You blinked at him, you didn't ordinarily like people touching your belly, and lord did people want to rub your belly, like it was some good luck charm. But, you didn't mind the thought of Henry touching your belly, so you nodded at him, and Henry put down the two half-connected crib parts in his hands to the side, before scooting closer to you. He mindlessly rubbed his hand on the basketball shorts he was wearing, before very gently pressing his palm to your stomach, his fingers spread wide, and smiled feeling the baby kick and press up against it.

“They're so active.” He chuckled, following the movement around to the right. “So strong.”

“Mmm.” You smiled, nodding, and rested back on your hands.

“Do you know the gender yet?” He asked, feeling the baby kick one more time, before pulling his hand back.

“I don't.” You shook your head. “I'm supposed to find out at my next appointment though.” You told him, staring down at your stomach and biting the corner of your lip. “But, I don't know if I actually want to find out.”

“Leave it as a surprise, you know.”

“I do.” Henry nodded back at you, grabbing the crib parts he had been working on. “Saves on a gender reveal party.” He joked, laughing, and picking up an Allen wrench.

“That it does.” You agreed, picking up the instructions to help him complete the piece of furniture.

“Hey, girl!” Kelly sang as you picked up the phone.

“Hey, where are you?” You asked, wiggling into your pants. “My appointment is in thirty minutes.”

“I can't make it to this one, I'm so sorry.” Kelly replied, puffing out her bottom lip. “I have a work engagement that I can't get out of.”

You sighed, Kelly went with you to all of your OB appointments, she had been your only real support from the day you saw the word pregnant on a test strip. “That's all right, it's not the end of the world.” You told her, even though you were a little hurt at her absence.

“Why don't you ask Henry?” Kelly threw out, just before the two of you hung up. “I'm sure he would jump at the chance to go with you, with all the time the two of you have been spending together.”

“I don't want to ask him to go to my ultrasound appointment, Kel.” You replied, rolling your eyes, but actually considered the idea.

“Do it. I'll see you later!” She said, then hung up.

You tapped your foot as you stood in the living room, half dressed for your appointment as you clutched your phone and regarded your string of text messages with Henry, then took a deep breath.

You: Are you doing anything in twenty-five minutes?

Henry: I am not. I'm just at home, painting my Warhammer Minis. Everything all right?

You: I have a rather strange question, but could...never-mind, it's stupid.

Henry: No, no. What is it?

You: Kelly usually goes with me to my baby appointments, but she can't come to this one with me, because of a job obligation, I was wondering if you would go with me?

Henry: Of course, I'll even come pick you up!

You: Thanks, Henry.

Henry: See you in ten!

You smiled at his texts and felt relieved, then finished getting dressed. “All right, Ghost. I'm off to check up on your little sibling, you be a good boy!” You said, heading for the door. “Hey!” You smiled, waving as Henry pulled up outside your flat.

“Hey, are you two ready to go?” Henry asked, getting out and rounding to the passenger side.

“We are.” You chuckled, grinning at him as he opened the door for you. “Thanks for coming with—us.” You said, bashfully.

“I made you a promise.” He said, looking over at you. “I made both of you a promise.” He whispered; his expression soft.

“That you did.” You nodded at him, your heart skipping a beat.

Henry pulled into a parking spot at your OB-GYN's office and got out with you, only having a fleeting thought of someone snapping a photo of him, as he held the door open for you. You approached the reception desk and signed in for your appointment, before finding a place to sit with Henry, but felt something was off with him, and glanced around the mostly empty waiting room, before your brain connected the wires.

You were sitting, pregnant, in an Obstetrician's office with the high profile celebrity, Man of Steel himself.

“I'm so sorry, I didn't even think about the implications of asking you to come with me.” You babbled, clearing your throat. “This must be stupidly awkwardly for you. If you want to leave, you can, I'll understand, fully.”

Henry bit back a smile and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his lips. “I'm fine.” He chuckled. “This isn't about me, it's about you and the baby. That's all that matters to me, you and the baby.” He reassured you, kissing the back of your hand once more.

A door opened and a nurse called your name, so you and Henry stood up, she smiled at the two of you and you followed her back to an examination room, where she took your vitals and asked you a few questions, then you waited for the doctor to come in.

“How's Mama and baby doing today?” Your doctor asked as she slipped into the room, grinning at you. “Oh, hello.” She said, spotting Henry in the extra chair next to the exam table.

“Hi.” Henry replied, smiling back at her.

“Dad?” She asked, lifting a hesitant brow between you and Henry, she was so used to Kelly tagging along to your appointments.

Henry cleared his throat and shook his head, cheeks bright red. “No, I'm just a support buddy.” He explained, rubbing his palms over the thighs of his jeans, nervously.

“That's super sweet.” She smiled, touched. “Well, I'm Dr. Torres, this wonderful lady's OB.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Torres.” Henry replied, automatically extending his hand to her. “I'm sure they're both in excellent hands with you.” He smiled, eyes darting over to you.

“I assure you, they both are.” Dr. Torres chuckled, shaking his hand. “So, how are you feeling?” She asked you, taking up her stool and wheeled up beside you.

“I feel good.” You smiled at her, gently rubbing your belly. “This one is active as all get out. I feel like I'm their personal rugby field.”

Henry snorted, then pressed a hand to his face, so he didn't interrupt again, making you and Dr. Torres grin over at him.

“Other than that, how are you doing?” Dr. Torres asked, gently resting her hands on your belly. “Have you been sleeping and eating well?”

“For the most part, I've been taking my prenatal vitamins as well and drinking loads of water. With a walk in the afternoons.” You told her, resting back on the table.

“Good, good.” She smiled, gently feeling around your stomach. “Do you want to find out the gender?” She asked, tucking a towel into the waistband of your maternity pants, then carefully folded your shirt away from your prominent stomach.

“I'm not sure.” You replied, biting your lip.

“Well, let's see how the baby is doing, while you decide.” Dr. Torres said, squeezing warm gel on the ultrasound transducer, then pressed it to your belly.

The whirling sound of the baby's heartbeat filled the room, making you smile, it always gave you a reassuring calm and peace hearing the heartbeat, knowing the baby was strong and healthy. You looked at the grainy black and white image on the screen and your smile only grew, seeing their head, the slope of their nose, lips and chin, you glanced over at Henry.

“You can see, if you want.” You told him, chuckling.

Henry bit his lip, before slowly standing up, his eyes were on your stomach for a moment, before finally casting them across to the ultrasound and felt his heart freeze at the image. Dr. Torres shifted the probe to a different spot on your stomach, getting a longer view of the baby's body, catching the sight of the little one's long leg kicking out, which thumped against your belly, pushing it out a little bit.

“That's so crazy.” He commented, memorized.

“Isn't it?” You agreed, grinning up at him.

“Looks like the baby is in great health.” Dr. Torres smiled, pulling the probe back and settling her eyes on you. “So, would you like to know the gender?”

You looked up at Henry, your eyes seeking what he thought in the matter, which made him sheepish for a moment, but he tipped his head and shrugged one of his shoulders, a soft smile on his lips. You looked back at Dr. Torres and smiled at her.

“Yeah, I do.” You told her, excited.

“All right, let's see if the baby will give us a peek.” Dr. Torres said, pressing the transducer back to your stomach and moving it around, trying to find an image that would give her a definitive answer to your baby's gender.

“Oh, there it is.” She said, instantly smiling and pausing the image.

“That's a definite pee-pee.” Henry blurted out, seeing it plain as day on the ultrasound.

You burst out laughing, slapping a hand over your mouth to try and muffle it as tears ran down your face. “I have a boy.” You said, still giggling and half crying.

“Yeah.” Henry nodded, resting his hand on your damp cheek, leaning over you, and kissing your forehead. “You have a son.” He whispered against your skin, while stroking the side of your face.

Dr. Torres looked at the two of you and felt like she was intruding on something, feeling a tad awkward until Henry pulled away from you. “With that settled, all that's left is your glucose test.” She grinned, trying to seem excited.

“Ew.” You grimaced, smacking your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

“What flavor do you want?” Dr. Torres chuckled, taking a warm towel and wiped the gel off your stomach as she stood.

“Fuck me, fruit punch, I suppose.” You told her, trying not to gag.

“I'll be right back with it then.” She laughed, leaving the room.

“Glucose test?” Henry frowned, tilting his head at you.

“To make sure I don't have gestational diabetes. I have to chug the most nasty thing on the planet, wait an hour, then get a blood test to check my levels.”

“That's not so bad.”

You looked at Henry, dubiously, as Dr. Torres came back in with a small, plastic bottle with a red substance inside. “You've never had that stuff before!” You said, pointing at it like it was bomb, making the OB laugh as she handed it to you.

Sighing, you cracked open the bottle, resisted one more urge to throw up, and started drinking it down. “Oh dear lord.” You grimaced, going cross eyed.

“Sorry, I know it's better when it's cold, but the fridge they're stored in got unplugged and we didn't know about it until the office opened this morning.” Dr. Torres apologized, frowning at you.

“It's fine.” You winced, chugging down some more of it.

“Is there anything I can do?” Henry asked, sitting back down beside you.

“Yeah, drink this for me.” You nodded, holding out the half empty bottle.

Henry grinned, chuckling at you. “No way.” He shook his head.

“Ugh, chicken.” You taunted him, taking another gulp.

Henry chuckled, making chicken noises at you and almost made you snort your swallow of the glucose drink through your nose. “Sorry.” He grinned, amused.

You finished the drink and tossed it in the recycling, then you and Henry waited the hour, passing the time talking to each other and watching videos on your phone. When the hour was up, Dr. Torres's nurse came in and took your glucose, which thankfully came back within normal levels, and you were safe to go.

“I need to make a pit stop at the store, if that's all right with you?” Henry said, as he pulled out of the parking space.

“That's perfectly fine.” You nodded, settling into your seat. “I needed to pick up a few things myself.” You reassured him.

“Cool.” He smiled, heading for the nearest store. “You waddle.” Henry said, as you walked in front of him, towards the automatic doors of the store.

“You try having a kid lodged between your pelvis.” You tossed over your shoulder, faking outrage.

“You remind me of a duck.” He joked, and made a quacking noise. “My little Ducky.”

“Good lord, Cavill.” You chuckled, rolling your eyes at him. “Don't tell me, that's going to be a thing now?”

“Oh, it is.” Henry nodded, proudly. “I'm so calling you, Ducky, now.”

“Ugh, okay, Puppy.”

“Puppy?” He laughed, his blue eyes sparkling.

“You look at me, like a puppy, and it's the cutest thing I've ever seen, and I'm pregnant!” You told him, planting your hands on your hips.

“The tales of Puppy and Ducky.” Henry roared with laughter, almost doubling over. “What mischief shall we get into?”

“The best kind!” You declared, proudly.

Henry wiped his eyes and grabbed a cart, pushing it towards the first aisle he needed to be in, you waddling beside him. You and Henry got the items you needed from the store, and several you didn't, with your cravings suddenly spiking at the sight of a bag of Dove chocolates, a box of French Vanilla cake mix with Cinnamon Bun frosting, a large bottle of water and a package of chewing gum.

“Should I just buy you the store?” Henry asked, watching you stare at the display of Kinder eggs, while you stood in line to pay for the items.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “No.” You mumbled, turning away from the eggs.

Henry chuckled and tossed two of the eggs into the belt. “You know you want them, Ducky.” He said to your open mouth, as you started to protest.

“I also have to pee.” You agreed, shifting on your feet and squeezing your thighs together.

“Go, I got this.” He told you, moving out of your way. “Go.” He chuckled, gently patting you on the back .

No protesting further, you rushed as quickly as you could towards the restrooms, finding a stall and sighed as you let loose all the pressure in your bladder. Fixing your pants and washing your hands, you stepped out of the rest room and peeked around for Henry.

“Oh, how far along are you?”

You groaned, hating that question with a passion. “Almost six months.” You answered, not looking at the person that asked, knowing it would likely only invite more conversation.

“Do you know what you're having?”

“Mother--” You sighed and turned towards the, little more than middle aged, man, who was clearly going into the men's room. “Yeah.” You nodded, hoping he would get the hint you didn't want to discuss it and leave you alone.

“It must be so exciting.” He smiled at you, giving you a bit of a creepy feeling. “I remember when my wife and I had our son, it was such a great time.” He told you, reaching out his hand.

“Please, don't.” You told him bluntly, but your throat tightened, realizing he wasn't going to listen to you.

“They're such a blessing.” He said, resting his palm on the top of your stomach.

But a moment later, you felt an intense warmth and presence against your back, before a hand clamped down around the man's wrist and yanked it away from your belly, making him hiss sharply.

“Hey!” The man gasped, surprised.

“She doesn't like her stomach being touched.” Henry barked, every inch of his muscular body tenser than a piano wire, as he continued to squeeze the other male's wrist, the man's skin turning purple from the pressure and bones popping. “So, back the fuck off.” He hissed between clenched teeth, and then shoved him away, before concreting himself between you both.

“Who the hell are you?” The guy growled, catching himself on the wall, by the men's room door.

“Her boyfriend.” Henry growled, sounding almost feral, hands clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides and his eyes wild.

The man put his trembling hands up and stumbled backwards into the men's room, with nowhere else to go, to get away from Henry's rage. Henry let out a low growl and a shiver washed down his body, like he was reigning himself back in, before he turned back around to face you. You looked up at him, your mouth hanging open and eyes wide with horror and shock, surprised to see this side of Henry and the encounter with the other man. Henry's rage and the protective grizzly bear he had turned into, when he brought the cart over to the restrooms to wait for you to come out, only to see you cornered by that man and for him to put his hand on your belly, a place Henry knew full well you didn't like people touching, even with permission, and a place, he himself, held as so sacred, because that was your baby and something you love with all your life, so he did as well, he couldn't help the absolute, blood-red, anger that captivated him.

But, seeing your face now, and the fright in it, the tears threatening, all of that melted, like hot butter, and he cupped your face in his shaking hands and looked you over, his anger replaced by desperate concern, but he felt no less protective over you and the baby.

“Are you all right?” He asked, his voice breaking a little bit at the end.

“Y-ye-yeah.” You choked out, gulping dryly. “I-I'm fine.” You whispered, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from your face and pressed it against your stomach, and felt that last bit of tension in Henry's body vanish.

“We're fine.” You mumbled, looking into his eyes. “Because of you.” You rasped, your voice weakening.

Henry took a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding his head. “Good, let-let's go.” He said, pulling away from you, carding a flustered hand through his curls as he approached the cart he abandoned in his blind anger.

You glanced at the men's door for a second, before turning towards Henry and followed him out of the store, suddenly feeling extremely tired. You sat in the passenger seat, while Henry loaded all the groceries into the trunk, but smiled, when he slipped into the driver's seat and held out your bottle of water to you.

“Thank you.” You whispered, opening it. “For the water and what you did.” You said, taking a sip.

“You told him not to touch you.” Henry said, starting the car. “There was no way in hell, I was just going to stand there and let him violate you like that.” He told you, squeezing the steering wheel. “My parents raised me to be a better man than to allow such a thing, and apparently his parents didn't, or he ignored it.” He added under his breath.

You reached out and rested your hand on his thigh, trying to give him some sort of calm. “It's done, Henry. Don't worry about it anymore.” You told him, gently, patting his leg. “I'm safe and sound with you.” You reassured him, biting your lip for a moment, before leaning over and quickly kissed him on the cheek.

“Um, I forgot to tell you something.” Henry said, as he carried your bags up to your flat.

“Oh?” You replied, holding the door for him.

“I leave in two days.” He told you, setting the bags on the kitchen counter.

“Where are you going?” You asked, frowning at him.

“I have a few interviews that I have to do for my last project.” He explained, coming back into the living room. “I'll be gone for two weeks. But obviously, it's not like we won't be talking on the phone and stuff.” He said, smiling at you, seeing your eyes dull a little bit at the news. “Um,” He looked around, grasping, wanting to spend more time with you, before he left.

“Can I make you lunch?” He asked, biting his lip.

You rested your hand on your stomach, you were starving, but you were also tired. “I'd like that.” You nodded, smiling softly at him.

“Cool.” Henry beamed, excited about cooking for you, he loved cooking, especially for someone he—someone like you. “I'll get to it then.”

“I'll be waiting in suspense, Puppy.” You giggled, looking up at him.

“Then, I shan't keep you waiting, Ducky.” He chuckled, then turned on his heels and marched into your kitchen.

You stood in the living room for a long moment, listening to him bump around in your kitchen and chuckled, shaking your head, then turned and went up to your master bedroom and changed into something more comfortable, before making yourself comfy on the couch with Ghost and found something on the tv to watch.

“Hey, do you have any lem...” Henry called out, coming into the living room only to freeze and instantly grin.

You were passed out on the couch, curled up on one of the cushions with your head pillowed on Ghost's back, the remote on the floor by the coffee table, where it had fallen out of your hand. You looked so sweet, Henry thought, carefully picking the remote up and turning the tv off, then leaned over you.

“Ssshh.” He hushed you, slipping his arm under your knees and the other around your back, lifting you up. “Lunch will keep.” He whispered, as your head lulled gently against his collarbone and you moaned softly, rubbing your cheek against his chest.

Henry carefully carried you upstairs to your master bedroom, the first time he had seen it, and winced as the floorboards creaked under his feet, but you didn't wake as he gently laid you down on your messy bed and covered you up. Henry stroked your face and hair for a few minutes, unable to break himself away from you, before leaning in to kiss your cheek, then tiptoed back downstairs. He decided the food he was cooking didn't need the lemon juice he was originally going to ask you for and finished it up, then found your storage containers.

“Shit.” He snapped, realizing he didn't have a key to your place so he could leave and lock your door on the way out.

He wasn't about to just leave and have your door unlocked, while you were asleep upstairs.

“Well, Ghost.” Henry sighed, looking at the pup, still sitting on the couch. “How about we spend some quality time together, until your mum gets up from her nap?” He asked, swiping up the remote and sat down beside the Northern Inuit, then channel surfed for something to watch.

You groaned and stretched your body, taking a moment to realize you were in your own bed, and frowned, confused on how you had gotten upstairs from the couch. Getting up and padding downstairs, you skid to a pause in the hallway and sighed, your shoulders slumping as you saw Henry asleep on the couch and the sky pitch black outside the living room windows.

“Damn it.” You snapped, rubbing your face. “Henry.” You called out to him, stepping around to the couch and rubbing his arm, gently. “Hen, wake up.” You cooed, softly nudging him.

Henry shook his head, his eyes fluttering open. “Hm?” He grunted, looking around with confused and sleepy, cerulean eyes, before they settled on you. “Oh, what time is it?” He asked, brow furrowing.

“Late, very late.” You told him, biting your lip, and feeling guilty. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep and nap all day, Hen. I've taken you away from your day and Kal.” You babbled, mindlessly.

“It's all right.” He replied, scrubbing his hands over his face and looked at his watch. “You needed your rest. I just didn't want to leave you asleep, and have the door unlocked, until whenever you woke up.” He explained to you, sitting up.

You cocked your head at him, feeling your heart swell. “That's very sweet of you.” You told him, touched. “I slept through you making lunch.” You suddenly remembered, feeling like crap again.

“Don't worry about it, it's simple to warm up.” Henry reassured you, reaching up to rub your arm.

“You are a gem, Henry Cavill.” You cooed, staring down at him.

Henry looked up at you, your eyes meeting for a long moment, before his hands came up to cup your face and brought you in closer to him, he paused for a second, not sure what he was doing would be reciprocated, but you met him the rest of the way, pressing your lips against his.

Your first, real, kiss.

Pulling back, you and Henry grinned at each other, filling a marvelous shift in your relationship.

“Are you hungry?” You asked, without moving away from him.

“I could eat.” He nodded, his face soft. “We can warm up what I made.”

“I would really like that.” You nodded back.

The two of you went into the kitchen and warmed up the garlic and honey chicken breasts with rice he had made. You moaned as you sat at your small dining table by the window with him, nodding your head at how delicious it was, even after being warmed up.

“You're an amazing chef.” You complimented him, getting another bite of chicken.

“I've picked some things up along the way.” Henry smiled, blushing slightly as your praise.

“I feel guilty for not getting to experience this, when it was fresh.” You admitted, looking over at him.

“I can always make it for you again sometime.” He said, perking up.

“I look forward to it.” You smiled, but your stomach twisted. “I'll miss you, when you leave.”

Henry pressed his lips together. “I'll miss you too.” He whispered, pushing some of his rice around his plate. “Both of you.”

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[evertyun]

ENDLESS - ♯choi yeonjun

PAIRING : choi yeonjun x reader

GENRE : ANGST , slight fluff (?) like 0.5%

WARNING : this is a work of fiction anything mention about the character involve are PURELY MADE UP , emotion manipulation (?) , descriptive emotion , swearing , cheating

SYNOPSIS : "we're just friends" little did he know, y/n knows the truth.

OTHERS : include of other idols & oc, the story is not a long one shot its more of the main event skipping until the present time.

"you know i love you right?" yeonjun whispered while stroking your hair softly, cuddle up on the couch together.

you hummed in respond, deep down in your heart, you know he went to her place before he came over. breathing in the smell of her perfume that is painted all over him.

you know that even if you talk about it, yeonjun will keep emphasising they are 'just friends' constantly, you've been through this talk so often to the point that you have given up worrying about her existence. but instead coping with it yourself...

you love yeonjun so much that no matter what he does, even if it hurts you, you're willing to let it all go.

once again both of you are screaming at each other trying to see who is louder

"seriously beomgyu again?" yeonjun sounded pissed

"what about you constantly soojin, soojin, soojin, and that's all you know how to say, when we're together" you look back at him

"for fuck sake y/n, why can't you understand soojin is just a friend stop worrying about it" he shouted again, your heart clenches just holding in your tearz

"i didn't even say anything about your re— no never mind." you were about to retaliate the reply

"i just wanted more time with you" mumbled softly holding in your tears looking down not knowing if he heard your or not.

he stood there looking at you when his phone rang, he looked at the id caller and picked up, and you're just watching his every move

"oh hey whats up?" "i will be there asap" just two sentences only "im leaving" he lets you know and just take his hoodie and car key and left instantly not even checking up on you.

he really left...

"just fucking drop him" beomgyu said as he comfort you with your best friend yeeun

"you don't get it, i can't" the continuous sobbing from you as all of you walk along the pavement of han river park.

"you can do this y/n" yeeun whisper as she pat your back while you were still crying

what would you do without beomgyu and yeeun, constantly being there for you. the fact beomgyu and yeonjun are best friend as well...

"hey, y/n, i just want you to know if it ever gets too hard just know you are not alone" yeeun said while walking towards your apartment with beomgyu

"thank you..." was the last word for the night

some nights were different, but those some nights became a daily routine each day goes by you get more numb but each night you cry too...

he doesn't come by often anymore, maybe once a week but he do leave in less than an hour or two. you could tell from all the excuses he gives you it can go as far to made up lies such as "beomgyu asked me to fetch him home" "soobin forgot his keys" "taehyun left his gloves i need to bring"

"kai asked me to get him panadol he is having bad headache sorry i gotta go, love you babe" tonight was no different, he left so quickly.

but its amazing how he left his phone at your coach, you hold on to his phone debating to unlock it or not to. curiosity gets the best of you, you slide and key in the password he told you before.

'wrong password' he changed it

the phone vibrates the notifications pops up

soojin: i love you too

soojin: but i've reached dalkkom

soojin: im at the corner table see you <3

your heart clenches, so bad when you heard a knock. you walked towards and saw yeonjun as he let himself in and just retrieved his phone and gave you a peck on your forehead then he left.

the extra miles he goes for her, but never once for you, he cared for you once but not anymore. and yet the endless time you gave in

"babe i missed you so much i've been so busy with uni lately" yeonjun hugged you tightly, with his other friends watching the both of you. the look on beomgyu face was so unreadable as though he wanted to flip yeonjun over

"also i asked a friend to tag alone, after all y/n would be the only girl and i was afraid she would feel uneasy so i got one of my friend to tag along" yeonjun added as he let go of you

"yeeun is coming??" beomgyu said in sarcasm knowing too damn well soojin would show up instead

"it's probably soojin" you mumbled out

"what?? who now??" kai and taehyun said in unison

the way all his friends knew about the situation but none of them dare to confront yeonjun. they promise to never let girls come inbetween them and that was the reason

"sorry im late!" a female voice spoke, you turn to look at her

she is everything you are not. insecurity hits, her long silky black hair, her pretty orbs and well shaped lips.

then again,

if he is happy so are you...

soobin could tell you look upset, but what hurt the most was seeing both yeonjun and soojin having fun while you were there broken.

he never looked at you not even once that day, just glued onto her.

its clear enough that he has slipped away from you, its so clear but yet you refused to believe.

"i don't get why is he holding on to you if its clear he loves her?? just what the flying fuck??" yeeun said, its been nearly a year since this whole incident happen

its insane how you manage to hold on even though you clearly know that you are not the one and will never be the one.

the first time yeeun send you a picture of them together at the arcade holding hands. that picture was pure evidence he loved her. its so clear and so loud that you are just a second option.

months goes by you lose yourself, for constantly loving him even though he wouldn't return the affection to you. you were lovesick and tired, you took your friends word in to consideration.

it happens so often, he never showed up to your birthday, or even wished you. you're tired and numb so numb to go through it. he stop texting everyday with excuses that is so bad.

heartbreak . you want to be happy you realise your worth

[next paragraph might be a little too dramatic or to descriptive of insecurity and emotion]

today is the day... (present)

"lets break up" you let out, while both of you were cuddling up to each other

he look at you in the eye all he see was vulnerability, he let go of you without saying much. he know too damn well what he did, but never once did he regret until today in the very couch in your living room.

"wait why? babe, are you okay?" he asked looking at you with concern, you looked at the hickey on his neck that you know he tried to hide and back to his face return a smile to him

"i've hold up for so long, i can't do this anymore" you told him, deep down you just wanted to scream out 'just kidding' . because the look on his face look so genuine and broken as though he really did love you, but you don't want him to go through all the pain

choi yeonjun please get an oscar award. the way he reacts to you, not wanting to let you go. your heart aches so much. you got up from the couch and took your phone.

"please don't let me give in again, i took so much courage to finally let you go" you were holding back your tears, as you unlock your phone to the picture yeeun send you.

it wasn't just one picture but an album? some from beomgyu and some from his very own roommate soobin. the look on his face was clear that he couldn't use the "we're just friends" reason anymore.

"y/n... how long" was all he let out. the picture shown were as long as 5-6 months ago. all he wants to know, was how could you still love a cheater for that long

"it doesn't matter, it never did." you mumbled loud enough for him to hear

"i love you, y/n i feel so bad, please give me a chance, i will change i swear i can't bear to lose you." the guilt in his voice, but apologising was never on his mind

its driving you insane, by the way he could say i love you so easily.

"god yeonjun, i hate you so fucking much, all the i love you, you know too damn well i would give in, why are you doing this to me?" you let out along with you tears, he just look at you all empty

"y/n..."

the more you look at him the more you want to give in

"my love for you was endless and i thought it ended i guess it never did. maybe i am not feeling well tonight" you gave in, and you hated it so much.

guess you couldnt leave him after all

"y/n, just let me explain" he tried to reason out

"there's nothing to explain but... what does she have!?" you really went ahead to compare yourself to her "maybe her long silky hair, or her petite figure maybe her big round eyes, or even he beautiful lips, she has it all yeonjun you don't have to explain because if i were you, i do fall for her too.."

looking at the nearest scissor you grab it, yeonjun was in utter shocked he tries to grab the scissors before you but its was too late

"y/n please don't, we can jus-" before he was about to finish the sentence you cut your hair "look i don't have long silky hair anymore am i still pretty?" then you proceeded to scratch yourself and your face making sure it has some marks for you to regret tomorrow "oh no my face-"

"FOR FUCK SAKE Y/N STOP CAN WE JUST TALK!?" he finally shouted, you flinched and look back at him with built up emotions

"NO WE CANT I WILL GIVE IN, I WILL HATE MYSELF JUST... , I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH YEONJUN" you cried and scream out loud hoping her heard you loud enough maybe even your neighbour heard you out loud.

"y/n, im sorry" he walk towards you as he grab the scissors from your hand and he hugged you tight, its been so long since you felt this sincere feeling from him. and it hurts more than it felt good.

you pushed him away, and remove yourself from his embrace

"im going to sleep now, you can see yourself out" you left straight to your room. why just why you can never stop...

you looked up at the ceiling finally crying. cursing at yourself, he probably left to find soojin or even his friends for snitching on him. his move was so unpredictable too unexpected.

opening the door to your room he sat next to your bed. "y/n, it was a mistake i should never have taken you for granted im sorry. i love you i can't bare to lose you." pretending to be asleep not replying to whatever he says

he walked closer to you and gave a light peck on your forehead. you couldn't hold it in and tears fall, the guilt yeonjun felt was unbearable.

his phone buzz as he look down on to his phone and back to you, "i have to go and clean up the mess i've made" said looking at your "sleeping" figure

he stood up and right when he was about to leave, you grab his wrist instinctly

"the tightness in my chest, its so suffocating, but i love the feeling, because i know you're happy out there and having fun and that's what i want you to feel... to be happy, but if you really love me just let me go that's the least you could do"

he look at his wrist the one you are holding

"no y/n.." he really didn't want to let go his voice holds so much guilt,

"if its meant to be we will find our way back to each other again, i promise because i know i could never hate you even if you hurt me the most" you let go of his wrist finally.

he stood there looking at you for another minute or two and he finally left your room.

"maybe 1 more chance for change doesn't hurt at all"

even after all you have been through you still consider to put him above you.

a/n: i don't think it's my best but i will work on it, seems very rush but also sorry for spelling and english error as mention its not my first language;-;

#txt #txt imagine #txt imagines #txt yeonjun #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #txt scenarios #txt scenario #txt fanfic #txt ff #fanfic #kpop angst

[beanswrites]

100 Followers Celebration!

Today's the day, everyone! The goal has officially been reached, thanks to all of you wonderfull people!

Thank you everyone for a 100 followers! I've never thought I would ever get to this many, let alone that so many people would like my writing or find any of my other posts funny!

It's just so incredible to me how I can make people smile with my writing (or cry, when I write angst-)!!

I've started this blog so I have another place to post my thoughts and writing on, but I've never thought people would actually read them! I remember the time when I used to post all my ideas because I didn't have any requests (which was like.. On Wattpad and stuff), and now you guys send me awesome new ideas each week! Your huge support means everything to me, it's my inspiration to write more!!

I just-

AHHHHHHH ILYSM ♡︎

For my 100 milestone, I decided to give a couple of shoutouts to some of my followers who were very cool and supportive!!

Keep in mind that these are the followers that I noticed engaged with my work, the ones who have been the most active. I love all my followers the same, and each and every one of you means everything to me <3

SHOUT-OUTS:

1. @notaguyrai

My first follower!! (Yeah, I checked)

Hello @notaguyrai!!

You've stuck around on this little orange blog ever since the first scribble I posted for The Arcana, all the way up to here. Thank you for that!

You were my first motivation to even write more for Nadia and

(I'm kinda ashamed to admit this)

But I feel like none of my Nadia fics and headcanons are "approved" untill you like them-

Me, after posting my new Nadia fic: You know what? This isn't even that good. It was done in like two days, it probably feels rushed. And I'm not even sure it's proofread correctly! And just a 1000 words.. It doesn't even feel like Nadia! It's.. It's too forced. Nobody's gonna enjoy this. Maybe I don't even enjoy this anymore. I should probably just take it down or delete-

Tumblr notification: *@notaguyrai liked/rebloged your post*

Me:

So thank you so much for being a huge support, and I hope that I can keep putting a smile on your face with my Nadia fics!

2. @blackcattrash

Hello @blackcattrash !!!

I just wanted to thank you for all the support you've given me. Throughout these 3 months of posting you've supported me so much, and I always have a huge smile on my face whenever I see that you liked/rebloged my posts!!

Also, I wanted to say that you're an amazing artist, and I really love your art! When I first saw it I was almost in shock about how good it was, since it's one of the best fanarts I have seen!

I am drooling, I am blushing, I am amazed and unexplainably full of seretonin from just seeing your art

It's just so good-

AND TO THINK THAT YOU, THE TALENTED AMAZING INCREDIBLE ARTIST LIKE YOU, IS FOLLOWING ME?!

unimaginable

unbeliebavle, even

i am SSS (stunned, speechless and shocked)

*Me carefully checking if you do requests because if you do one day I will get enough courage to ask you to draw something for a fic of mine because i love your art and as a writer it's an absolute dream and honor to have my fic illustrated (BUT NO PRESSURE!!! DON'T DO IT JUST BECAUSE I'M FANGIRLING OVER YOUR ART!!! SERIOUSLY!! I'M JUST SAYING HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU AND YOUR ART!!!)*

Everyone reading this who's a fan of Nadia and The Arcana in general, please go check them out, I'm sure you're going to love them! THEY ARE FUCKING AMAZING, OKAY??

i'm so sorry for my agression i just love all sorts of arts and artists especially the ones who are always so nice like you and I hope I don't come off to strong

So yeah, anyways, love you very much and thank you!

--

Also yeah I'm in love with your MC, he is MAGNIFICENT

3. @bluhame

Bluhame, I love you, I really do, but I still can't tag you

not because I don't want to, I just can't, Tumblr isn't letting me

But anyway, I just wanted to thank you for always supporting me so much! You are always here for all of my fics and headcanons, and I really appriciate all the support you give me!

You seriously have the best ideas and I love it every time you request something! The idea with Greek Mythology/The Arcana crossover is brilliant, so any time you've got any ideas for me, go ahead!

Again, thank you so much for being supper nice and supportive, I love you!

4. @voidlesslove

Hiya @voidlesslove!!

Thank you for supporting my writing and me!!

I just-

I love your vibe

Idk, you just seem like the type of person to be cool by birth

You are so nice, and you always support me and-

Idk you just passed the vibe check

Anyways, thank you for being here and reading my work! If you have any ideas or wishes, my asks are always open! (Oh and yeah I noticed you love Kaeya and as a Kaeya main I have to write some fanfics about him)

Also we share the absolute FANTASTIC taste in men (ya' know what I'm talking about, men with eyepatches) so there's always that too

5. @lucky-foxface

My hundredth follower!

Thank you for making this goal of mine complete, as well as being so patient about your request! I promise it'll be out soon!

Thank you for supporting me and my works, you really are the best!!

Also mentioning: @doesamaifeelinspired, @eye-of-the-silver-dragon, @pekowithabat, @newbie-i-guess and @nonbinaryasraalnazar

All of you guys mean everything to me! So, incase you want to ask something (about your request, my writing, or just any random questions in general), requests something, or just talk and/or simp with me, my asks are open!

I'm welcoming all new followers, and giving a big hug to the old ones!!

Again, thank you so much!

#100 followers #blog milestone #100 milestone #thank you all so much #you DO NOT understand how much i love you #i'm screaming #AAAAAAAAAAA #THANK YOU #again #shoutout #shoutouts #the 100 followers celebration #the 100 followers surprise

[ming-yu-hao]

Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder | Chapter 2

Pairing: fratboy!mingyu x female reader, some wonwoo x reader

Word Count: 6k

Synopsis: When you transferred to a different university, you and Wonwoo promised that you would make long distance work. But distance proves to be more difficult than you both originally thought.

This Chapter’s Tags: cyber sex lol, angst, CHEATING, grinding, oral (female receiving and male receiving), fingering, mingyu is just sweet and it makes me sad, kinda fluff?

Warning: THIS SERIES IS ABOUT CHEATING. DO NOT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!

A/N: i really self indulged on this one... man i just wanna fuck frat boy mingyu is that too much to ask... anyways PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS CHAPTER I PUT A LOT MORE TIME INTO THIS ONE so feedback would be very appreciated <3

Chapters: Previous | Next | Masterlist

Sunlight peeked through your blinds the next morning, stirring you awake. You opened your eyes and snapped them shut again as the glare of the sun blinded you. Yawning, you reached for your phone and squinted at the pile of unread messages from Jisoo that had built up over the span of last night.

Jisoo: omg what u were here for like 2 seconds :(

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: i hope u feel better babe

Sent at 10:49 PM

Jisoo: wait

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: did something happen with wonwoo

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: i swear if he's mad at you for being a normal college student...

Sent at 10:50 PM

Jisoo: bitch answerrrrr :(

Sent at 10:53 PM

Jisoo: i'm staying the night somewhere i hope ur feeling okay <3 pls update me when u wake up

Sent at 12:06 AM

You laughed under your breath as you realized that it was 10 AM and Jisoo's side of the room still remained empty. From how last night was going, you could only assume that she was somewhere with Seungcheol. Classic Jisoo, you thought to yourself.

Just as you sat up in bed, your phone vibrated with another notification. You glanced down, expecting another text from Jisoo, but your eyes lit up as you saw Wonwoo's name on the screen instead.

Wonwoo: good morning :) do you wanna facetime?

Sent at 10:27 AM

Without replying, you quickly opened up your laptop and called Wonwoo. He answered after a few rings, his face filling the screen for the first time in a month.

"That was fast," He laughed. He must had just woken up because his voice always had a distinct rasp in the morning. His glasses also still rested on his nose and you could see his bare chest at the edge of the frame.

You smiled warmly. "I've missed you," you said, leaning closer to the camera.

"I missed you too," he gave you a toothless smile and ran a hand over his face. "I'm sorry I kept ditching you."

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I understand."

You stared at him for a moment, neither of you speaking; you almost didn't know what to say. After all this time, you felt like you didn't know anything that was going on in his life anymore. It was tearing at you slowly. You were watching your own boyfriend become a stranger to you.

Luckily, Wonwoo broke the silence. "What are you doing?" He asked.

You shrugged. "I just woke up. I need to shower."

He raised his eyebrows at you suggestively and chuckled. "Oh?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you snickered. Wonwoo rested his arm behind his head and smirked at you.

"Can you blame me? I haven't been inside you in so long." He groaned. You felt your face burn at his bluntness. You looked down at your hands, and he must have noticed your embarrassment because he quickly asked, "Your roommate isn't there, right?"

"No," you replied, gazing back up at his face.

"Why're you so shy?" He grinned devilishly.

"I'm not," you protested. You began to toy with the bottom of the big tee shirt you were wearing.

Wonwoo sighed loudly. "I'm horny."

"I can tell." You replied with a chuckle. You slowly pulled the hem of your shirt up farther until your underwear could be seen. Wonwoo noticed this, biting his lip.

"Fuck," he breathed, "I miss your tight little pussy." Your skin heated up with each word he spoke. You watched as he removed his arm from behind his head; your mind instantly filled with images of him stroking himself. "Touch yourself for me." Wonwoo demanded.

Without a word, you leaned back against your pillows and slowly spread your legs for the camera. The wetness between your thighs was so intense at this point that your underwear was clinging to your folds.

Wonwoo let out a deep groan as he touched himself off camera. Your skin flushed even further as you watched his face contort in pleasure. "Take off your shirt," he muttered.

You obeyed, pulling the fabric over your head and leaving yourself mostly exposed. Your breasts bounced in view of the camera as you leaned forward and pulled your underwear down your legs. Wonwoo moaned, his head leaning back and exposing the veins in his neck. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum already."

You giggled and leaned back against the pillows again, this time exposing your nude body to him. You dragged your hand down to your heat and began to run your fingers through your folds. You let out a whine at the long-awaited contact. Your other hand squeezed at your breast, stimulating your sensitive nipples.

"Shit," Wonwoo hissed, "If I was there I'd be fucking you so hard. Making you moan my name for everyone to hear." You felt yourself clench at his filthy words. You bit your lip and rubbed your clit in circles.

"Mmh, shit." You moaned. "I miss you so much. Miss feeling your cock inside me." You heard Wonwoo's breathing grow heavier on his end of the line. You could tell he was going to cum soon. You pushed two fingers inside you, desperate to release.

Curling and scissoring your fingers deep inside you, intense pleasure began to take over your body. You threw your head back and whined loudly as you felt your orgasm approach. "Wonwoo," you moaned.

Wonwoo let out a choked moan at the sound of you moaning his name. "Fu- I'm cumming," he stuttered as he finally released.

You continued to pump your fingers inside of you while Wonwoo started to slow his breathing again. "Cum, baby," he said. You brought your other hand down to your clit and rubbed it in figure eights. Your legs twitched with pleasure, your walls clenching and pulsing around your fingers.

You cried out as your orgasm finally washed over you, your head falling back against the pillows behind you. You kept your eyes closed for a few seconds as you basked in the pleasure. Your heavy breathing began to calm.

When you opened your eyes, you saw Wonwoo wiping his hand with a tissue. He glanced at you and smiled. "Now that," he whistled as he laid back down against his mattress, "was unbelievably hot."

Your cheeks burned and you reached for your shirt to pull back over your head. "We should do that more often," he said.

You laughed. "Maybe."

Wonwoo sat up after a moment. "What time is it?" He asked.

You glanced at the clock. "Almost 11."

He groaned in frustration. "Fuck, I have to go. I have a group study soon."

"Oh," you replied.

"I'm sorry," he said quickly as he rose out of bed. "I'll call you Saturday, okay? I love you." You nodded silently.

"I love you too," you said right as he ended the call.

And then you were left alone, with sweat sticking to your skin and your soaked underwear balled up next to you. You shut your laptop and sat in silence for a few moments, staring out the window as you felt disappointment settle over you.

That was the first time you had seen his face in a month. Hell, that was the first full conversation you two had shared in so long. And it was over as quickly as it had begun.

Anxiety coursed through your veins. Was that all you had become to your boyfriend now? Just a number that he could call when he wanted to get off? Were you no longer someone he confided in?

You shook yourself out of your worried thoughts. Finally, you stood and walked over to the bathroom, your legs still a little weak beneath you, and turned the shower water on.

You stared at yourself in the mirror while you waited for the water to heat up. Your mind flashed with images of last night—of Mingyu staring down at you, his lips nearly brushing against yours, and the sound of you moaning his name.

You had told yourself that it had only affected you because you missed Wonwoo. Then how were you still left feeling unsatisfied after what just happened between you two?

Things were not the same as they once were, you noted as you stepped under the stream of hot water.

When you walked into your digital media class on Tuesday morning, you were hyperaware of each little movement you made. You kept your gaze fixated on the ground and carefully trotted up the stairs until you reached the row you always sat in. Glancing up, you saw Mingyu through the corner of your eye, his attention captured by his phone.

The sound of you setting your bag down was enough to pull him away from his device and look over at you. You sat down and stared forward, refusing to make eye contact with him. Your face started to burn in embarrassment; you didn’t know how you were going to make it through this class.

“Hey, I’m sorry about Saturday,” he paused, “I was drinking and I didn’t know what I was doing.” He said, breaking the silence. You forced yourself to finally look at him. He was back in his usual state: clean, pushed back hair and muscles concealed by his hoodie. You could see genuine remorse in the shine of his eyes and in the slight pout of his lip.

You shook your head. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” You reassured him. His troubled expression seemed to lighten up a bit at your words. He gave you a small smile and nodded his head.

“Good. Otherwise this class would’ve been a lot more awkward.” He chuckled and returned his attention to his phone.

You observed him for a minute, noticing the way he chewed on his bottom lip in concentration. Your body flushed again as you thought about his lips: how close they were to yours, the words they whispered to you, how you imagined they would feel against you skin. You tore your gaze away from Mingyu, your heart beating a little faster than before.

You needed to get a grip. There was no way you were going to make it through the rest of this semester if you spent every class getting flustered while reminiscing your half-asleep-wet-dream-fantasy of Mingyu.

Sighing and choosing to ignore the pressing thoughts in the back of your mind, you pulled out your laptop and buried yourself in your notes until the professor strolled into the room and began the lecture.

You managed to successfully ignore Mingyu’s presence for most of the class, despite him sitting only a few feet to your side. You were only reminded of his existence again when your professor announced: “We will be working on a project for the next week. Everybody needs a partner.”

You and Mingyu glanced at each other, as the two of you normally collaborated on assignments in class. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up before you returned your attention to the professor.

“You will write two articles on events or people in the community. For the first, one of you will write and the other will be responsible for photography. For the second, you switch.” He explained briefly.

The lecture came to an end a few minutes later, and the room instantly started buzzing with conversation as students stood up and scrambled to find partners. You turned to Mingyu and gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“I guess I should get your number so we can talk about the project?” Mingyu suggested, pulling out his phone.

“Uh... yeah, okay,” You replied awkwardly as you typed your number into his phone. You cursed yourself internally for letting this happen. This class used to be fun: you and Mingyu casually talked and exchanged answers and cracked jokes with each other and that was that. You didn’t know much about his life, and you didn’t need to. Hell, you didn’t even know he was part of a fraternity. But now that was all ruined. You couldn’t even look at him without feeling small and awkward. And all of this was to blame on some cheap alcohol and your stupid hormones.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts as you handed Mingyu’s phone back to him. “So, do you have any ideas?” You prompted.

Mingyu’s face contorted as he thought for a moment. “Um, my frat’s doing some charity event this week,” he said. When you didn’t respond for a moment, he panicked and added, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. We can just-“

“It’s perfect.” You cut him off, snickering at his uncertainty. “Since you know more about it, you can write that one, and I can come and take pictures.” Relief flooded his features and he let out a breath. “When is it?” You asked.

“Thursday.”

“I’ll see you there, then,” you smiled.

The next day passed quickly and before you knew it, the evening of the fundraiser had arrived. You and Mingyu had texted casually the past couple of days; he just gave you details on the fundraiser and tried to come up with an article idea for you.

You strolled through campus on that Thursday afternoon, wrapping your denim jacket around your torso a little tighter as a chilled breeze blew through the air. The brisk atmosphere of late autumn was finally starting to settle in. You quickened your pace, wanting to reach the university quad before you froze.

As you neared the quad, you could hear distant chatter and laughter. You rounded the corner and took in the view of the surprisingly large crowd that gathered near the booth the SVT frat had set up. They were having a raffle for a voucher for free textbooks. Whoever came up with the idea was genius; you couldn’t think of a better way to get broke college students to participate in something.

You walked up to the booth, camera bag in hand, and immediately recognized the boy sitting behind it. It was Seokmin. His eyes lit up as he saw your familiar face. “Hey! Y/N, right?” He greeted you. You told him yes and smiled before greeting him back.

“Do you know where Mingyu is?” You asked, scanning over your shoulder for the tall boy.

Seokmin squinted as he stood up and looked around the quad. “Uh, he was somewhere around here earlier.” He rolled his eyes and chuckled. “He’s probably off being an idiot.” You laughed and fiddled with the camera in your hands.

Just as you were about to ask if you could take a picture, someone shook your shoulders from behind. “Y/N! What are you doing here?” Jisoo bounced in front of you, Seungcheol by her side.

“Jisoo? I didn’t realize you were a member of the frat now?” You joked before holding up the camera. “I have to take pictures for a class project.” You explained.

Seungcheol wrapped his arm around Jisoo’s waist and said, “You can take a picture of us.” She agreed excitedly, already posing and smiling before you even pulled out the camera.

You stepped back and looked through the lens, making sure that the booth was visible in the background. “Okay, say cheese!” You said as you snapped the picture.

A pair of hands then poked you in your sides, causing you to yelp loudly and nearly drop the camera. You whipped your head around and saw Mingyu’s taunting face smirking down at you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“God, you scared me! You’re lucky I didn’t drop the camera.” You cried, playfully smacking him in the arm.

Mingyu held his hands up next to his face in defense. “Woah, sorry. My bad.” He chuckled. Jisoo and Seungcheol approached you two, butting in on your conversation.

“You know Mingyu?” Seungcheol asked, glancing between you two and raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we’re partners for a project.” Mingyu explained briefly while checking over his shoulder. He turned to you. “Let’s go take these pictures fast, yeah? It’s kinda cold.” Before you could even respond, he linked his arm with yours and walked you away from the booth and into the small crowd of students.

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him. “We got out of there fast.” You noted.

Mingyu sighed. “Yeah, sorry. Cheol’s just weird about certain stuff.”

You were even more confused now. “What do you mean?”

“He just like- he tries to set me up with people all the time and I don’t want him the get the wrong idea of us.” He dismissed quickly before saying: “Why don’t you get some pictures of the people standing around here? Just take a few. We don’t need that many.”

“Oh... okay.” You responded hesitantly. You lifted the camera up again and snapped a couple more pictures of students conversing and walking up to the booth to buy raffle tickets. Mingyu stood next to you with his arms crossed over his chest, impatiently tapping his foot. He flashed you a relieved smile when you turned to him.

“All done?”

“We should be.” You replied while placing the camera back in the bag.

“Okay, we can go back to the house and work on the article together,” he said, “there’s gonna be some people from here hanging around there later but they shouldn’t be too loud.”

You agreed and began walking with him towards the SVT frat house. The sun was beginning to set now, and the air nipped at your exposed skin as the temperature continued to drop. You stared down at your shoes while you walked, your mind still fixating on Mingyu’s strange behavior.

Finally, you mustered up the courage to ask: “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s eyes met with yours. Confusion overtook his features in response to your question. “Yeah?” He chuckled.

“Sorry,” you spoke, “you were just acting weird earlier.”

Mingyu sighed and stared ahead silently for a moment. “I don’t know,” he started, “I guess I just still feel bad about last weekend.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you revisited the memory once again.

“Sorry for bringing it up again. I know we should probably just move on already cause it wasn’t that big of a deal. I just... feel like I overstepped. So... I’m sorry.” He rambled.

You looked up at him again. “You don’t have to feel bad. I’m not mad at you.” You exhaled. “But you’re right... we should just move on.”

Mingyu gave you a small nod before changing the subject. “Did you figure out an article idea yet?”

You shook your head. “No, but it’ll be fine. There’s so much that goes on around campus.”

Your conversation slowly died out, but thankfully you arrived at the SVT frat shortly after. Mingyu opened the front door and allowed you to step through before walking in behind you and shutting it. The house was warm; you shivered as your skin adjusted to the change in temperature. You slipped your shoes off and stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to guide you through the house.

Mingyu led you to the dining room, crying out as he rounded the corner. “Seriously, Seungkwan?” He huffed.

A boy sat at the head of the table, textbooks sprawled across the surface. A few other people sat at the table with notebooks and laptops in front of them, watching Mingyu with confused expressions on their faces.

The boy—Seungkwan—stood up from his chair with his jaw dropped. “What do you mean ‘seriously, Seungkwan’?” He mocked Mingyu’s deep voice. “You know I have group study every Thursday!” He cried.

Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” He responded.

Seungkwan sat back down and calmly resumed his studies as if nothing had happened. You assumed that this must be typical behavior between the two. Staring at Mingyu with wide eyes, he turned to you.

“Is it fine if we go work on it in my room?” He asked, his voice lowered.

You felt blood rush through your ears. You swallowed. “Yeah,” you exhaled.

Mingyu led you up the stairs and down the hall. When he opened the door to his room, you were surprised by how clean it was. Everything was organized neatly and the room smelled fresh.

You heard the door click shut behind you, and your heart started beating faster.

“We can just sit on the floor,” Mingyu spoke. His deep voice startled you a bit. You walked further into the room and sat down with your legs crossed, resting your back against his bed frame as you set the camera down next to you. Mingyu sat down, his knee only a few inches away from yours.

Reaching behind his head for the laptop sitting on his bed, he pulled it into his lap and opened up the article.

“I’m not completely done yet.” He smiled sheepishly while rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine. You’re farther than I am.” You reassured him while you took the camera out of the bag again.

He laughed, “That’s true.” You placed the camera in his hands. “Alright, let me just get these pictures pulled up on here.”

You nodded and looked down as you played with your hands. You began to wonder what Wonwoo would think if he knew that you were in some other guy’s room right now.

You frowned and pulled your phone out of your pocket. You opened up your messages and went to send a text to Wonwoo when you realized that the message you had sent him last night was still unread. A dark, heavy feeling settled over your chest. Why did he act as if you didn’t exist anymore? Why would he suggest doing long distance when he couldn’t even commit to it?

You shut your phone off and set it on the floor next to you, staring forward. You exhaled, trying to stop the tightness growing in your throat.

Mingyu was leaned over his computer, his lips pursed in concentration. The definition of his triceps was visible through his sweatshirt. “These pictures actually didn’t turn out too horrible.” He said after a few moments of silence.

You laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. “Shut up.”

He brought his gaze to meet yours, a teasing smile on his lips. “No, they’re actually good.”

“Thanks,” you squeaked, the intensity of his gaze making you nervous. You felt blood rush through your veins. You broke eye contact, glancing down at his nose, and then at his lips that were parted slightly. You quickly looked up to his eyes again, but now they held a knowing look in them. He knew exactly what thoughts were going through your mind.

You inched closer to him, your breath getting caught in your throat as you noticed him bringing his face closer to yours. Your heart raced as you fluttered your eyes shut. His lips brushed against yours and you leaned closer, but then you felt him pull away.

“Do you really have a boyfriend?” He asked.

You sighed, opening your eyes slowly and looking into his concerned ones again. You pressed your lips into a line and looked down shamefully.

“I do,” you admitted. That tight feeling in your throat began to come back. Mingyu was silent. “I’m sorry.”

As you spoke your voice cracked and tears began to spill from your eyes. You felt Mingyu’s warm, soft skin caress your cheeks, holding your face in his hands. You looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Hey. Shhh, don’t cry.” He whispered. His brows were furrowed in concern as he ran his thumb over your cheek. “You can talk to me about it. I’ll listen.”

God, how you hated that he knew exactly what to do and what to say. You hated that he was giving you everything you had craved the past two months without even realizing it. You hated how he made it so easy to confide in him when you had a boyfriend that was supposed to be there for you instead—a boyfriend that was becoming a stranger to you.

You closed your eyes, causing more tears to fall down your face. “I’m sorry,” you said again, your voice a broken whisper.

You inhaled a shaky breath. “We’re long distance. But he barely talks to me anymore.” You explained. You brought your hand up to hold the wrist that was still caressing your face. “I just feel so alone. It feels like he’s given up on me.”

Mingyu was silent. The only audible sound in the room was your uneven breathing.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “you deserve better than that.”

You felt your heart flutter in your chest at his sweet words.

“What do you want?” He questioned.

You opened your eyes. You were no longer crying, but your face was still wet with tears. Mingyu was staring at you with that same concerned look: eyebrows furrowed, eyes wide and conflicted, lips slightly parted.

“I just want someone to care.” You muttered.

He brought his face closer to yours again. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, and his eyes were half shut as he whispered: “I can take care of you.”

Your breath hitched.

“Do you want that?” He asked.

“Yes.”

Mingyu finally brought his lips to yours, kissing you hard and passionately. He left slow, open-mouthed kisses against your lips. The hand on your face gently squeezed, puckering out your lips as he continued to kiss them.

You brought your hands up to his hair, running your fingers through his soft locks as he pulled you into his lap. Your hips rested on top of his, straddling him, and you felt his tongue dart out against your lips. You parted your lips, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss.

You ground your core into his lap, feeling his length begin to harden beneath the fabric of his jeans. He groaned into your mouth as you continued to move your hips back and forth.

This is all that you had wanted: someone to care for you, to touch you, to pay attention to you and make you feel wanted.

Mingyu brought both of his hands down to your hips, pushing you down against him as he lifted his hips up towards you. “Let me make you feel good,” he muttered against your lips.

You exhaled shakily, feeling the growing wetness between your legs. “Okay,” you whispered.

He placed his hands on your ass, roughly squeezing the soft flesh between his hands. You circled your hips again, letting out a quiet moan as his hard cock brushed against your clothed clit.

He pulled his lips away from yours. “Stand up,” he said quickly. You obeyed, peeled yourself off of him, and stood expectantly as he stood up from the floor himself. You could see the outline of his cock in his jeans as he rose. He towered over you now, making you feel small beneath him. He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, and his fingers played with the hem of your shirt.

“Can I take this off?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded silently and he pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear. He lifted the fabric up, pulling it over your head and exposing your body to him. His hands brushed against your waist, making goosebumps form on your skin. “Lay down,” he demanded.

You sat down at the edge of his mattress and laid on your back, bunching your legs up at the edge of the bed. He leaned over your body, caging you in by resting both of his forearms on either side of you, and placed another kiss to your lips. Just as he began to kiss down to your neck, he pressed his hardness against your center. You let out a whimper at the contact.

He nibbled and sucked at the soft skin of your neck, causing your entire body to tingle. You leaned your head back, exposing more of your neck to him, and your eyes rolled back into your head at the pleasure.

“Mingyu,” you whimpered. He pressed his clothed length against you again.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He placed more open-mouthed kisses against your neck as he ran one of his hands down your stomach. He brought his hand up again and squeezed your breast through your bra.

He pulled away from your neck, looking down hungrily at your chest. You noticed this and complied to his wishes by arching your back against the bed. He brought his hands behind you, unhooking your bra before pulling it off of you slowly. He exhaled as he stared at your bare chest.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. You felt heat rush to your face at the compliment. Before you could say anything, he brought his mouth down to your breast, sucking and flicking his tongue against your hardened nipple. You gasped. At this point you were so turned on you were sure that your arousal had already soaked through your leggings. He squeezed your other breast with his hand, and you arched your back again as you moaned.

Mingyu pushed himself up, staring into your eyes with his lust-filled ones. He kept eye contact with you as he pulled away, nearing your core. His fingers slipped under the waistband of your leggings. He looked to you for approval, and you nodded your head rapidly.

He tugged your pants down quickly and slid them off your legs, leaving you in only your underwear. He could see the wet spot on the fabric; he brought his fingers to the cloth and pressed it against your clit. Your legs twitched and you gasped quietly.

Mingyu chuckled. “Shit, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He licked his lips, and you could see the pride in his gaze as he slipped his fingers beneath your underwear and pulled them down your legs.

He brought his face close to your center, smirking before finally bringing his tongue to you and licking a strip up to your clit.

You let out a choked moan and your legs shut naturally, but Mingyu placed both of his hands on your knees and spread you open for him again. He placed a soft kiss on your clit before sucking on it harshly. Your hips jerked up and you cried out.

He looked up at your from between your thighs, an alarmed look on his face. “You have to be quiet, baby. There’s people downstairs.” He went back to sucking on your clit right after.

You pressed your lips together, trying to contain your moans, and they came out as heavy pants and muffled whimpers instead.

Mingyu brought his fingers to your core, teasing your entrance. He flicked his tongue against your clit as he pushed a finger into you and curled it deep inside you. You arched your back and cried out, “Fuck!”

As the pleasure continued to grow, you brought your hands down to his hair again, tugging each time he pumped and curled his finger in you. He moaned against your core, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head.

He pushed in another finger, scissoring them deep inside you. You could hear the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping into your wetness.

“M-Mingyu,” you moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

He smirked against your core before resuming his ministrations of his tongue against your clit. He pumped his fingers into you faster and curled them with each thrust.

The pressure in your lower stomach was growing fast. Your legs began to shake as the pleasure built, and when Mingyu pushed his fingers deep into your core, you felt the knot snap.

You threw your head back as intense pleasure washed over your entire body. Your legs convulsed and you couldn’t hold back a particularly loud moan. Mingyu continued to pump his fingers into you slowly as you rode out your orgasm.

When the pleasure subsided, he pulled his fingers out of you, keeping eye contact with you as he placed them in his mouth and sucked them clean. The sight was so dirty that you whimpered softly. He leaned over you again, kissing you one last time, allowing you to taste yourself.

He rolled over, laying next to you on the bed and staring up at the ceiling. “How was that?” He asked.

“Good,” you breathed, “really fucking good.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad I could help.”

You sat up, glancing at the obvious boner that still strained against his jeans. “What about you?” You prompted.

“I’m fine. It’ll go away.” He dismissed, throwing an arm over his eyes. “Just lay down with me.”

You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before palming him through his jeans. “But I wanna make you feel good. It’s only fair.”

He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking up a bit. “Shit,” he muttered, removing his arm and placing it behind his head.

He watched you with half-lidded eyes as you fumbled with the button of his pants. You pulled them down, reaching your hand into his boxers and pulling out his cock. It was big. Really big. You were honestly worried if you were going to be able to fit it in your mouth. You stared at it for a moment, wide-eyed.

Mingyu looked down at you and giggled. “Well? Do something.”

You pumped your hand up his shaft, swiping over the tip and collecting the pre-cum that was leaking out. You pumped him a few times before situating yourself between his legs and bringing your lips down to his tip.

You rubbed your lips against his leaking head of his cock before pressing a soft kiss to it. Finally, you wrapped your mouth around him and sucked on the head. He groaned and lightly jerked his hips up, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. You glanced up at him while you continued to suck, pushing more of him into your mouth.

He stared back at you with his mouth hung open. “Fuck. ‘M so hard.” He moaned before leaning his head back against the mattress. “I’m not gonna last long.”

You swirled your tongue around him while he was in your mouth. Then you pushed your head down further, taking him deep into your throat. You struggled to inhale through your nose, almost choking on his dick.

You pulled yourself off him, catching your breath, and continued to pump his length. You brought your head back and sucked him into your mouth, using your hand to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Mingyu was panting and jerking his hips up each time you swirled your tongue around his tip. You looked up and saw his head thrown back, the veins in his neck prominent as he clenched his teeth. He hit the back of your throat and you moaned against him, the vibrations causing him to gasp.

“Fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming.” He cried. You kept him in your mouth as the strings of hot liquid met your tongue.

You kept sucking on his length until you swallowed around him. You pulled yourself off his cock with a pop and stuck out your tongue to show him that you swallowed everything.

He pushed his softening cock back into his boxers and motioned for you to come up next to him. “Let’s lay down.”

You laid down on his chest and he pulled a blanket up to cover your nude body. You closed your eyes and listened to the softness of his breathing and the faint beat of his heart beneath his ribs.

“Shouldn’t we work on the project?” You asked after a few moments.

“No, it’s fine. Let’s just rest for a minute.” He said, running a hand gently down your back. You leaned into his soft touch.

The two of you laid in a comfortable silence, just basking in the calmness and in each other’s warm presence.

“Mingyu?” You broke the silence, looking up at him.

“Hm?” He hummed, meeting your eyes.

“Thank you.”

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