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starrynights-sunnyskies · 1 month

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as the flowers bloom, my heart does too ⋆*·ﾟmisa x putellas!femreader, social media au, (7/-)

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

fic: coming

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yourusername: hello madrid 🌼 Liked by sofie.svava, frejaolofssonn, ona.battle and 1,289 others

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ingridengen Sweetest girl!!

username1 😮

marialeonn16 Floraaaa mi favoritaaa 😎

sofie.svava Yay, the princess has arrived! 👼🎀

albaps9 oh dear is the car still ok ↳ yourusername i'm a better driver than you ↳ albaps9 iM a bETtER dRiVeR THAn yOu ↳ yourusername you can't even drive manual 😙

janafernandez3 Aw, what beautiful flowers!! 😍 ↳ claudiaapina from her 'secret' admirer, I bet! ↳ jennihermoso Cough, secret admirer turned girlfriend, cough! ↳ ona.battle They're so goals together 😭 ↳ patri8guijarro Uhhh, you know who SHE is?!!! ↳ ona.battle 🤷‍♀️ ↳ __cata13 HOW ↳ janafernandez3 Just a little common sense, girls 😅 ↳ keirawalsh hasn't it been obvious right from the start or do i just spend too much time on social media to have seen it all happen? 😳 ↳ aitanabonmati The last one, you clown 😁

marisabel_rguez Have fun in Madrid, YN! Hope you have a good time 😎 ↳ yourusername ass 🤣

username2 hello, more MisaxYn content? 🤞

username3 Driving six hours to Madrid for funsies?.... hmmm I wonder why 😳 ↳ username4 she could've just taken the train but ok ↳ username5 Maybe the u-haul was already filled to the brim so she decided to bring the rest herself 🤭 ↳ username6 👀 ↳ username7 uhhh they wouldn't, would they? ↳ username5 Oh, but they might! 😌 ↳ username7 🕵️‍♀️🧐

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ale 🐻 You post a picture before telling me you've arrived? I love you pero can you please stop worrying me like that. I called you like so many times. ale 🐻 I just had the most nerve wracking seven hours of my life, you know?? you ○○○ you ALE you im okay im okay! you fuck i'm so sorry, my phone died and then i arrived and misa and sofie took me in and they immediately took me out to eat and i just kind of forgot im so so so so so so so sorry and i love you the most in the whole entire world. you're the best sister ever and i'm the luckiest shithead there is. t'estimo, t'estimo, t'estimo!!!! ale 🐻 Bé, I was just really worried about you, I didn't like not hearing anything from you. You're my whole world, too. Next time make sure it's fully charged when you know you'll go out for a long time. What would you have done if you had needed help? Not saying this to scare you, but you know that. So, how was the drive? Did you at least take a few breaks? you boring, lots of rain and traffic. aaaand no breaksies because i didn't want to arrive in the middle of the night bc the traffic had set me back some hours. misa has a game tomorrow and i didn't want her to lose any sleep 😅 ale 🐻Next time you take regular breaks, yes? I'm sure Misa would understand and want the same. Can you please Facetime mami? you i will. petons to you all and olga 😘 you and nala! Delivered

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Direct Messages albaps9 corrupting the missus to support real madrid, i see? misa, are you even trying to get along with alexia? 😂 marisabel_rguez Jeje 😆 Had to show her a little bit of our Madrid culture, of course! It's tradition to attend a game! albaps9 in the putellas household, it's also tradition to support barca, so have fun holding onto your head! albaps9 no, but all jokes aside. i might not have said this to you in person yet, but i want you to know how happy i am that you're with my sister. i don't think anyone else could've pulled her out of the deep end and love and treat her the way she deserves. you made her see her own worth again, believe that she was deserving of all the good things, and gave us our girl back. i'll never be able to properly thank you, but i want you to know how grateful we all are nonetheless. marisabel_rguez Thank you for telling me. But you don't need to thank me for doing all that. I love her, it's only normal that I treat her accordingly. She's my entire world, Alba. albaps9 i still don't think you realise how much your love and care for her means to her and the rest of us, and how it has impacted us as a family. but remember that we're proud to call you family too. okay? albaps9 unless you hurt her and end up destroying all the progress she's made, maria isabel. then i'll fucking come for you and alexia won't be your only problem. marisabel_rguez I would expect you to do so then! She's really lucky with you two. She loves you very much, so I'm also happy to be part of your circle. albaps9 🥹🥹 okay but you don't even seem the slightest bit intimidated? 🤣 marisabel_rguez Oh no, I know you're bark and bite! I just know I don't have to be afraid because that worst case scenario will never happen! albaps9 thank you misa ❤️

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tagged: marisabel_rguez, frejaolofssonn, carolinemoller_, haleyraso, yourusername sofie.svava: Supporting the boys with my favourite madridistas Liked by claudia.zornoza, carolineweir95, haleyraso and 12,493 others

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frejaolofssonn Gooooooaaaaal golgolgolgolgol 🤩

carolineweir95 Supporting the men but wearing Misa jerseys, I'm so here for it haha ↳ sofie.svava Someone insisted 🙊 liked by marisabel_rguez ↳ marisabel_rguez And we couldn't resist her! liked by yourusername

username1 Did sofie just... ↳ username2 Yes 😭😬😬😬 ↳ username3 she's removed yn from the tags now 🤭 ↳ username1 Too late man lmao

claudia.zornoza Vamos 💪🏼

haleyraso 💅🏽

username4 it sure is real love if someone raised on barca sets even one foot inside santiago bernabeu and it's not in the away-section liked by 12 others

username5 The Misa appreciation is spreading 😛 ↳ username6 and rightly so!! ↳ username7 I wonder who's behind that 🧐👀

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marisabel_rguez: Happy life. Liked by albaps9, bff2, jennihermoso and 18,329 others

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username1 we know who this is why dont u just tag her lmao srsly ↳ username2 Honestly, do they truly still think they're being slick 🤦‍♀️ ↳ username3 I don't even get the point in keeping it private, like what's the big deal? ↳ username4 maybe they just don't care but don't want to indulge people like you all

marialeonn16 😊

albaps9 ❤️ ↳ albaps9 but that tush will always be mine 😭

sofie.svava 💖

haleyraso Awww

username7 I love how they're slowly growing more comfortable letting the world in ):

sofiajakobsson 😘

bff1 ummm hey? hands to yourself. she's still my snookums until she officially has your last name 🤣 liked by alexiaputellas ↳ yourusername omg stop embarrassing me ↳ marisabel_rguez ✋🏽😳🤚🏽

ingridengen The sweetest together!

salmaparalluelo 😍

jennihermoso 👀

username4 You forgot the other half of the caption ↳ username5 Happy wife, happy life? ↳ username4 Ding-ding-ding! ↳ username6 don't think they'll get married so long as alexia is still lurking in the background 🤣

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yourusername: madrid, you were good to me!! (plus a little surprise i discovered at the petrol station on my way home. te amo mas que a la vida en sa) Liked by bff3, fridolinarolfo, haleyraso and 2,499 others

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albaps9 hmmm i wonder whyyyy liked by yourusername

salmaparalluelo Pls yn confirm that you-know-who and the anonymous admirer are the same person!! ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ yourusername hehe ↳ janafernandez3 !!!!!!!!!!!!! ↳ ona.battle We want to know 😱 ↳ marialeonn16 Oh, but we know 😌 ↳ ingridengen yup!! ☺️ ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ ona.battle ???

username1 the note in the car is the cutest 😔

username2 I want a Misa too, care to loan her out?

alexiaputellas Proud of you and how strong you are. You kept fighting and look at you now. You deserve all this happiness, ma germana petita. T'adoro. ↳ yourusername t'estimo tant tant tant

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yourusername: feliç diada de sant jordi, la meva gent🌹 Liked by ingridengen, alexiaputellas, albaps9 and 940 others

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marisabel_rguez Horrible choice of clothing, I should give you some of my shirts to wear ↳ yourusername you're acting as if half of them aren't already at my place ↳ marisabel_rguez Right where they should be 😉

bff1 feliç sant jordiiii

begovargas 🌹

alexiaputellas 🌹📖🐉🌹

marisabel_rguez And I love when you speak Catalan!!!! liked by yourusername

janafernandez3 feliç sant jordi, el meu amic 🌹

aitanabonmati Feliç Sant Jordi, YN!

claudiaapina feliç sant jordi! 😊

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marisabel_rguez: este camiseta 💪🏼 Liked by yourusername, sofie.svava, realmadridfem and 14,398 others

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alexiaputellas Visca Barca!!!!! ↳ yourusername be nice... 🤨

yourusername oh wow black is your colour too 🤭 ↳ yourusername (keeping the rest of my thoughts to myself bc alexia's lurking here) ↳ alexiaputellas Yes, behave... 🤨

sofie.svava looking gewd amiga!!! 😇

realmadridfem Nuestro orgullo 💪🏼🤩

haleyraso ✨👏

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username1: o-oka…okay.. ma’am 😳 Liked by username2, yourusername, username3 and 548 others

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username2 lucky person who gets to keep her ↳ username3 @/yourusername 👋 ↳ username12 how shallow of you ↳ username2 she's gorgeous??? and look at that smile 😪 ↳ username4 don't act like you didn't see the other two pics 🤥

username3 LOL HI YN

username4 yn we see you liking 🤣 ↳ username3 I can just imagine her kicking her feet and giggling

username1 okay i understand yn now ↳ username2 And you didn't before?!!?!? liked by 25 others ↳ username3 SHAME

yourusername 🤩🥹😳 liked by 120 others ↳ username5 and i oop- ↳ username10 🤣😭 ↳ username11 pls fangirl again it gave us life last time ↳ username6 girl don't hold back, we know what you're thinking ↳ username2 Alexia isn't here now, come on, let it go 🤭

yourusername6 Misaaa

username7 😣

username8 🤯

username9 Hahaha Misa in that suit summoned yn again ↳ username10 can you blame her? 😱 ↳ username11 everything about that picture is making me swoon!

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yourusername: girl's trip to celebrate one of my besties getting married!!!! Liked by albaps9, bff2, bff3 and 5,439 others

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bff1 what happens in croatia stays in croatia

bff2 💃👩‍👩‍👧‍👧

username1 😍

judebellingham 😁😎 liked by 230 others

alexiaputellas Sunscreen! 😅 ↳ bff3 Don't worry, I'm on it! 😊 ↳ alexiaputellas 😊

username1 i want a friend group like that </3 ↳ username2 fr

albaps9 jealous!!

marisabel_rguez 😣

bff3 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

jennihermoso Guapa!

begovargas Sunflower in human form! 🌻

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17:48 m 💌 I hope you're having a great time together. Don't forget to drink enough if you're out in the sun a lot! (And I don't mean alcohol, jajaja) ✓ m 💌 Ah, no... pls don't tell me you fell asleep in the sun again ☹️ m 💌 I have to go now so I'll call you later tonight. Te amo mas que nadie and take care!! ✓ 22:36 m 💌 Just saw your post. Are you trying to make me miss you even more? I miss seeing your gorgeous face, it always makes me so happy seeing you. m 💌 You know it’s been torture not having you around, right? m 💌 I miss you so much, YN ✓✓ you i miss you too, my love. the most. i'll be back before you know it! more rested than ever 😚💅🏽 and don't worry, i didn't fall asleep. we were on a boat! i'll tell you more in a bit on the phone. you soon we’ll see each other again, vale? we can go on a trip of our own. for now, just try not to miss me too much 😘 you sent you a photo ▼

m 💌 ○○○ m 💌 Oh, you fucking did not! you oh but i fucking did tho 🥺🥺🥺🙃 m 💌 YN. you si, chula? you ○○○ you misa? you i'm sorry you ☹️ Delivered

Incoming call m 💌

"Are you alone right now?"

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a/n: wishing you the sweetest start of your week! i hope someone does something nice for you and if not, then here's a flower from me to you already 🌻

#misa rodriguez x reader #woso x reader #woso social media au

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radiojamming · 18 days

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Hey guys! We're looking at another severe weather outbreak tomorrow evening/night and it's shaping up to potentially get nasty. Like, bad enough that storm chasers I know are already either leaving for southern Kansas and northern Oklahoma, or backing out entirely because they're worried about what's going to happen. Last time, the post I made got a little bit of traction, so I thought I'd go for it again on the off chance that it's helpful at all.

Here are the following regions currently set to be impacted, according to today's (5/24) outlook from the Storm Prediction Center:

MODERATE (MDT): Oklahoma City, OK; Tulsa, OK; Wichita, KS; Norman, OK; Lawton, OK

ENHANCED (ENH): Kansas City, MO; Overland Park, KS; Kansas City, KS; Topeka, KS; Olathe, KS

SLIGHT (SLGT): Lincoln, NE; Springfield, MO; Abilene, TX; St. Joseph, MO; Fayetteville, AR

MARGINAL (MRGL): Dallas, TX; Columbus, OH; Fort Worth, TX; Cleveland, OH; Omaha, NE

The SPC will update this forecast tomorrow (5/25) morning and will monitor it throughout the day and make changes if need be.

Here are my tips (as well as @fruitsmother's great advice!) from the outbreak two weeks ago.

Another great resource for right-to-the-minute weather updates is Ryan Hall, who will more than likely livestream tomorrow and is great about providing watches and warnings as they come in and giving advice about what to do. He also runs a 501(c)(3) non-profit The Y'All Squad that provides assistance and relief in areas hit by severe weather events.

Just to hit some key points for this forecast and reiterate the biggest pieces of advice:

These storms are forecasted to produce damaging winds, large hail, and potentially strong or violent tornadoes. These storms may hit during the night, meaning there will be low visibility. Do not just rely on sight to monitor the weather; rotation may occur right above you and not all tornadoes are immediately visible. Listen to NOAA weather radio, news stations, or any other resource you may have.

If the weather gets bad, go to a basement or the lowest level of a building. If the building doesn't have a basement, go to the most interior room (usually a bathroom or closet) with no windows. If in a bathroom, consider bringing in couch cushions, pillows, or a mattress to cover yourself in case of falling debris.

Stay away from windows, especially with the potential for high winds and hail. Do not open your windows (see: common tornado myths).

DO NOT GO OUTSIDE TO WATCH. Even if there isn't a tornado, flying debris and huge pieces of hail falling at incredible speeds are a real issue! If you've never gotten clocked in the head with an ice chunk, now is not the time to find out how it feels!

If you haven't already done so, now is the best time to consider your severe weather plan and set up your safe place. Some items you might want to have on hand are things like flashlights or lanterns, extra batteries, phone chargers, food, water, clothing, blankets, several days' worth of medicine if needed, and a first aid kit. If you have pets, it might be best to put pet carriers, extra food, water, leashes, or anything else you may need in this area as well.

Review some basic first aid skills and tips.

If you're on the road, do not go up under an overpass. This is very '90s advice and has been proven either ineffective or outright dangerous. Go into a ditch and try to get yourself as low as possible.

In the worst case scenario of a tornado or other destructive event (microbursts, derechos, etc.), be a help, not a hindrance! Don't clog roadways; allow emergency personnel to get where they need to go!

Just as well, this is not a day for amateur storm chasers. Chaser convergence has been a real problem this year and as we've learned (unfortunately) in the past, tornadoes don't always follow their usual rules, which can put even the most seasoned chaser in danger. This is going to be a great day to watch Pecos Hank or Skip Talbot videos while being as safe as possible.

I'll keep you guys updated as the models from the SPC change or if anything else comes up. Mostly, stay safe!

#severe weather #wx posting #long post #i'm in the enhanced zone and in enhanced i'll stay #i'm not going downstate no sir not getting out of this chair

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omo-queer · 8 months

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hi! tysm for your answer 🥺 i looked up "rapid desperation" online and based on my own understanding, this is how it works:

1. drink the same specific amount of water every 15 mins within an hour (you can pee within that 1 hour).

2. after that first hour, you should continue doing it but this time, the hold starts. bathrooms are not allowed.

after this, what shall i do next? do i just keep drinking until i can't hold it anymore? or should i set a goal (for example, wait for 2 hours until i can finally pee)?

thank you so much for helping a beginner out! 💗 also looking forward to more of your blogs

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the rapid desperation approach i've seen and used a variant on myself is:

drink at least a glass (350ml/12oz or about that) every hour. this works best if you start this at least an hour or two before the hold, and pee as normal. this part basically gives your kidneys the heads-up that they're gonna be moving water fast bc you keep drinking it.

then do what you're implying—drink a glass every 15 minutes for a hour during which you can pee regularly

after that, you're holding. continue drinking at 15 minute intervals, and keep going until you lose control—the idea behind rapid desperation is that it makes this part go quickly because you've told your body to make pee faster, essentially.

this takes more planning than just like. not peeing for a long time. but it can get some interesting results. i would honestly recommend you try a couple regular holds before you go for rapid desperation, making sure not to go past the point of pain (discomfort is fine but pain you have to be careful about), because rapid desperation is one of the easier ways to have to worry about electrolyte balance (salt/potassium stuff) if you do it way too hard or way too fast. that said, i mentioned it because you were asking for specific challenges and it's a very fun one, just as long as you listen to your body.

remember, your safety comes before anything else—holding is good fun but it's important to learn what your body can and can't do, and to listen when it gives you signs to stop. you're very unlikely to hold so long you seriously hurt yourself, because the body usually gives up trying to hold it in before that's likely. but in rare cases you can experience water toxicity or overwork the muscles around your bladder if you go way too hard right out of the gate and don't listen to your body. try not to hold two days in a row when you're first starting out, and give yourself longer breaks of at least a few days between intense holds (where you actually lose control or get really close) to give your bladder and your muscles time to recover.

ok. that's the safety lecture over. it's not really that risky a kink, i just really wanted to stress how important listening to your body is when holding.

if you haven't done any holds yet, my first recommendation would be to drink liquids as normal, maybe slightly more than normal, and wait until they catch up to your bladder—eventually, if you keep drinking normally, you won't be able to hold any longer and will begin leaking or even wet yourself. even getting close to this is really thrilling. coffee/tea and other diuretics help get you more desperate, too. i typically wait until i'm right on the edge of wetting and then either go to the bathroom or (if i have the situation to) keep holding until i lose control. setting a timer that's a little overambitious usually also works for me because i tend to have a bit more bladder strength than i assume... but i've also been recreationally holding it for a pretty long time, all things considered.

thank you for reaching out! i hope my answers are helpful. i'm glad you enjoy my posts—might do a hold tomorrow or the next day or something, and it seems folks have been submitting anons for bladder control (which i love!!) so there will no doubt be more posts on the way.

i'll be asleep for a while once i post this, but feel free to send in any other questions you have via ask or dm! and of course, i always welcome talking about holds/experiences in my inbox!

#omorashi #🩰 anon #sorry if the safety lesson is excessive or spooky #i promise omo isn't as scary as all that makes it sound like. i just want my followers to be aware #especially if i'm mentioning stuff like rapid desperation where that's a genuine thing you gotta watch out for #if you start feeling woozy or lightheaded or something during rapid desp you gotta slow down/stop #bc that's a sign you're fucking with the water balance in your body too much #anyway uh. feel free to send more asks #or if you're comfy with it #dm me #regardless don't be a stranger... i'm glad to have you in my inbox!

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yunhoee · 9 months

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Synopsis: Living post grad can be tough, especially when most of your friends are just entering their senior year. Your best friend invites you to play a practice game, but there couldn't possibly be ulterior motives could there?

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader

Genre: non idol!au, soccer player!jongho, soccer player!reader, mainly fluff, suggestive

Wordcount: 2.6k

Note: This was originally a one-shot, but I may write more! Please let me know what you think :)

It’s a wild Friday night. Pajamas are on, you have your favorite comfort show on, and a bucket of ice cream all to yourself. You are casually scrolling through social media. A lot of your friends have moved back in for their final year of college. You graduated the year before them, which at the time you were thrilled to be done. Now seeing them all go back without you hurts. You were the captain of your soccer team, and seeing your teammates prepare for the indoor season without you is a little bit of a bummer.

You were able to land a corporate job, which you are of course grateful for. Most days are spent alone considering you work from home. You can’t deny the depression that is starting to creep back in. Your phone dings and you smile at the photo that your best friend, Lauren, sends you. The photo shows a smiling Lauren with the rest of your team, and you can see part of the men’s team trying to get into their photo. You chuckle and heart the photo in imessage. You can’t deny the pain you feel knowing you won’t be there this season.

Turning up your show to try to drown out the sadness seems like the best idea. Until your phone goes off again.

“You better not be moping all alone right now. We miss you.”

Lauren always has a sense for whenever you’re feeling sad. Something you love and hate about her. Mostly love.

Nah. I’m at a huge corporate rager. Drunk off my ass, might go home with someone.

Lauren replies almost immediately.

“Okay now I’m actually worried. Why don’t you play in our practice scrimmage tomorrow? The boys have an unfair advantage, so we need all the help we can get.”

You roll your eyes.

Don’t you think that would be a little pathetic? And what unfair advantage could they possibly have? You stomp them at every scrimmage.

As you wait for a response you think about joining your old team. I mean it is just a practice game, and it’s not like you have anything better to do. The exercise would be nice.

“Are you kidding? The team would be thrilled. We miss you all the time :(. The unfair advantage would be Marcus’ friend that is in town. They went to elementary school together when Marcus lived in Korea, and well he’s fucking incredible at soccer.”

You sigh and try not to think too much about your answer. Maybe just going with the flow will work out for me this one time.

Damn all you had to say was Marcus and I’m in. I can’t wait to see his face when we win. Just text me the details and I’ll be there.

Lauren sent you a voice memo of her and the rest of the girls screaming in excitement. You laugh and then start to get ready for bed. The scrimmage is at 9am so you need to make sure you get plenty of sleep.

Tomorrow comes and before you know it, you’re at the fieldhouse. You’re not sure why you were so nervous because the girls give you an enormous warm welcome. Lauren forces you to start stretching and warming up early since it’s been a few months since you’ve played. As you and Lauren are warming up together, you notice she has the biggest smirk on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?”, You ask.

Lauren giggles, “Don’t hate me. We obviously needed you to beat the boy’s team, but I also had a bit of a side quest.”

You narrow your eyes, “What are you up to?”

Lauren says, “Well Marcus’ friend is super hot and good at soccer. I thought maybe you guys could get to know each other.”

“This was a set up?!” You gasp.

Lauren hushes you, “No one else knows. Even if you don’t want him to be your boyfriend, it could be a fun hookup. Just trust me on this.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever. He better not be ugly.”

Lauren laughs as the two of you continue to warm up. You can’t deny the butterflies you feel at the idea of this mystery man. Lauren has never been wrong before, so you’re just hoping you can muster up enough courage to be yourself.

“Well well well. Look what the cat dragged in”

You immediately know who the voice belongs to. You turn and can’t help but smile.

“I’m not admitting that I missed you”, You say with your hands on your hips.

Marcus laughs and opens his arms. You both embrace until Marcus tries to squeeze the life out of you.

“Okay! Are you trying to squeeze me to death?!” You shout as you wiggle out of his embrace.

Marcus smiles, “I missed you.”

Lauren interrupts, “Okay okay enough with the flirting, Marcus.”

Marcus recognizes someone behind you, “Over here, Jongho!”

You all turn to see the man that Marcus was calling over. Fuck Lauren was right, he’s gorgeous. He gives your group the cutest smile you’ve ever seen and jogs over to your group.

Lauren whispers to you, “You’re drooling.”

You lightly smack Lauren’s arm and try not to keep staring at Jongho.

“Alright everyone! This is Jongho. We met when I lived in Korea and he’s here to stomp your asses.” Marcus says as he wraps his arm around Jongho’s shoulder.

Lauren rolls her eyes and puts her arm around you, “Well, Jongho, this is y/n and she’s here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”

You are giggling at Lauren when you finally make eye contact with Jongho. He is smiling brightly at you. You’re unable to hide the slight blush that appears on your cheeks. A burst of confidence comes through you.

“Yeah sorry you came all this way just to have your ass handed to you” You say with a smirk.

The teams are laughing and you can’t bring yourself to look away from Jongho. The sexual tension is undeniable. He steps closer to you and you refuse to back down from eye contact, even when you have to look up to meet his eyeline.

Jongho looks down at you flirtatiously, “You’re a mouthy one aren’t you. I like that.”

He walks towards his side of the field, the rest of the boys follow after him. While you’re momentarily frozen in your spot. You can’t believe someone as beautiful as him said that to you.

Lauren drags you back to your side of the field while you continually thank her for making you come. She continues to nod her head with that ‘I told you so’ look. You can’t even argue with her because she was oh so right.

Your team is huddled and hyping each other up. You are all in agreement that you must win this scrimmage no matter what. Even though it’s only a practice game. You will be in your favorite position, center defender. Lauren let you know that Jongho is a forward, so you will definitely be seeing him. Your team all put your hands together.

Before you can break you tell them, “Not one of his balls will get past me.”

Your team cheers and breaks. As you walk to your position, you’re shaking yourself out. You can’t decide if it’s because it’s been awhile since you played or because you’re nervous as fuck. Either way, Jongho is not getting past you.

For the first 10 minutes you wonder when you will get to play. Both teams are so hyped up that it was really just a battle of the forwards and midfielders for a while. This was good because you were able to watch Jongho in action and see how he plays. Unfortunately for you he is incredible, so this will definitely be a tough match.

Jongho is the first one to slip through the midfielders and he is barreling right towards you with the ball. You take a deep breath and immediately go into action. He attempts to side step you, but you step directly in front of him and kick the ball between his legs. Jongho wasn’t prepared for you to be able to disable him so quickly that he didn’t have time to slow his body down. The force causes Jongho to fall, bringing you down with him. You immediately jump back up, only to sag in relief when you see Lauren is on the other side of the field with the ball.

“Are you okay?!” You see a frantic Jongho searching all over you to make sure he didn’t cause you harm.

You laugh, “I’m fine. Better luck next time.”

You can see that Jongho is taken aback by you. He wasn’t expecting you to be so incredibly good at defense, and also not afraid to put yourself directly in his path. He can’t help but admire you, but he will also not be misjudging you again.

Before leaving, he can’t help but brush the few hairs that are in your face out of the way. He tucks them behind your ear, and then runs off to the other side of the field. Leaving you there speechless, and furiously blushing.

As the game continues, the girls are not backing down. The score is 1-0, with Lauren being able to score because you got the ball from Jongho. You had a few more run-ins with different people on the other team, but none of them were able to get past you. With only a minute left, you can feel a flip of the switch for everyone on the field. The girls, desperate to defend and keep their advantage. The boys, desperate for one goal.

You can feel all the attention is on you. You are the reason they can’t score. You continue your breathing techniques as Jongho makes a beeline for the goal. Needing to get past you, he has three different guys running with him. As they go down the field they’re passing it to one another, in an attempt to confuse you. The three of them are now running side by side and passing it between each other.

They reach you and the fight begins. You get the ball from one of the guys and attempt to kick it, but Jongho blocks you. You are trying to get the ball back when he passes it to another teammate that you didn’t see. He was further away so you start sprinting right at him, but right before you get to him he kicks it far. You hold your breath while watching the ball soar right to Jongho. Who happened to be right by the goal box.

You immediately take off towards him, your other defender doing her best. He’s able to fake her out and make it past her, as she falls to the ground. Jongho is lining up his shot, and you know the only way to stop him is to slide to the ball. He doesn’t see you coming up behind him, and right as he’s about to kick the ball his feet are taken out under him. Since he was so close to the ball, you had to risk a slide tackle. The ball went right to your goalie as you planned and the buzzer went off.

You are laying on your side breathing heavily as you hear the rest of your teammates screaming in victory. You turn over and see Jongho laying right behind you with his hands on his head in defeat.

You sit up, “Are you okay?”

Jongho looks at you and smiles, “You really weren’t kidding. I thoroughly just got my ass handed to me.”

Jongho sits up as you two begin to laugh. Even after the intense game and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to move later, the chemistry is undeniable.

Jongho picks up one of your hands, “Would you let me take you on a date? You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

You blush and begin to laugh, “Even after I slide tackled you?”

Jongho smiles, “Yeah. I’ve met my match, and now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you.”

It’s your turn to fix his hair.

“Let’s get you checked out by the trainer first, and then we can see about that date.”

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Just Beneath The Flames (Part 8)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: cursing, smut at some point probably lmao, zombie shit, typical canon violence. You know the drill.

A/N: I’ve only just finished writing chapter 9 of this story and it’s been like pulling teeth with how unwell I am. B12 anemia is no joke lmao I’ll be posting it tomorrow obviously, but I’m not sure if chapter 10 will be done in time for the day after or not. It depends on how inspired I am and how I’m feeling.

That being said, thank you to those that are still enjoying the story!

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The sun was only just rising and you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself as you leaned against a tree just outside of Frank’s camp. You weren’t sure if winter had started, and you hoped it hadn’t, or if you were on the cusp of it. Either way, it was starting to get a little too cold for your liking. The camp not too far away was silent and you knew they were asleep. If you had to hazard a guess, you thought it might be around 6 or 7 am, but you really had no idea. You knew not everyone in the camp would be asleep, they took watch shifts over the night to make sure they didn’t get caught with their pants down. That was one thing you missed about being in a group. There was a safety that came with knowing people were keeping an eye out when you slept. It was harder to get a good night's sleep when you were on high alert, having to be ready for anything with no one to watch your back. You waited for about five minutes before Billy sauntered through the trees. He looked a little more rumpled than usual, clearly not having time to style his hair. You’d mocked him once about him having perfect hair, even in the apocalypse and he’d given you a smirk and the line; ‘Hey, the world mighta gone to shit, but it don’t mean my looks have to’. You really hadn’t expected any different from him. This morning though he seemed to be up earlier so his hair was slightly disheveled. He had on a forest green sweater and a leather jacket pulled over it, his usual jeans and boots on.

“Ready?” you asked, eyeing the bow in his hand. You’d left yours back at the treehouse and you felt like you’d left your pants at home or something, it was weird. You’d been using it a lot more recently, with all the hunting you’d been doing but you’d also been going on more runs with the guys. It had been a little over a week since the whole ‘almost getting set on fire’ fiasco with Karen and you’d been more than happy every time Billy asked you if you wanted to join him on a run as they stocked up for the colder months. Karen had even been on some too, Frank by her side of course, but even you could see a difference in her. She seemed so much lighter having more freedom like that, even if Frank hovered over her like a worried mother the entire time. And luckily, no one else had tried to kill you while you were out so you started to feel a little bit better about the whole thing. Billy nodded at you and you both started walking away from the camp.

“You’re sleepy today,” you mused with a teasing smile as you glanced at him. He wasn’t usually like this. You knew he could run on little sleep, he’d told you it was something he picked up in the Marines.

“Had watch last night,” he murmured, blinking rapidly as if to wake himself up a little. You stopped walking and gave him a look.

“Billy…” you started with a firm tone and he tilted his head at you.

“Y/N…” he mimicked your tone, a sly smirk spreading on his lips that told you he might be waking up a little and you squinted at him.

“You didn’t tell me you had watch. You can’t hunt with no sleep,” you huffed. The day before you’d agreed to take him hunting, or more accurately, you’d agreed to show him where you’ve been finding the deer so he could hunt. But he hadn’t mentioned anything about having watch last night or you would have suggested tomorrow instead. Sleep was a precious commodity now and those who took the night shift, usually slept in the morning so they at least got some sleep.

“Watch me,” was his defiant reply, smirk still in place before he continued walking. You rolled your eyes so hard you thought they might stay up there before catching up to him.

You wound up in the general area you’d been finding deer and just hung back, letting Billy do the work. He’d not bagged a deer yet but you knew he really wanted to, hating every time you did like it was easy. You never really set out to find a deer though, it usually happened by luck. You had a feeling to Billy, this was more of a manly ego thing and he’d assured you in the past that he knew how to track so you wouldn't get in his way. It was odd to be the one tagging along for a change and not hunting. You had to admit that while you felt a pang of sadness every time you killed an animal, it did have a primal satisfying feeling to it, your animalistic human nature coming to the forefront. And it had only intensified since you no longer hunted just for yourself. It filled you with pride every time you were able to bring something good back to the camp and you guessed that was the feeling Billy was chasing. You stayed silent as he walked around, stopping and crouching to examine the tracks every now and again. You knew from looking yourself that a deer was recently here and you hoped he’d find one. The silence between you was kind of weird. Usually your time with Billy was full of chatter, small talk or banter. The man didn’t know how to shut up sometimes but you loved it. You’d been alone for so long and it had been an adjustment going back to having to interact with people and it made it easier when the other person initiated the conversations. But now, you were both silent as not to spook any deer that could be around. You trailed behind him, your footfalls soft and quiet when you heard a groan. Both you and Billy glanced back and you saw a roamer stumbling towards you and you heaved a sigh, annoyed that it might scare off the deer. You nodded to Billy to keep going before you walked over to the dead one, grabbing the front of its shirt to drag it closer before you rammed your knife into its eye. You pulled it back out with a sickly squelch and it fell limp on the floor. You really hoped there wouldn't be others around. You quickly turned around and moved to catch up with Billy, seeing him standing still between some trees with his bow poised. You stopped dead as you saw the deer, almost like a statue so you didn’t scare it away. You watched intently as Billy lined up his shot, blowing out a slow and steady breath before his arrow went soaring into the deer. He got a good kill shot and the deer only made it two steps before it died. You were glad and you were impressed. You knew he was good with his guns and knives but you’d never seen him use his bow before. You’d admit it was a little hot.

He turned around, a wide and smug grin on his face as he looked at you with his dark eyes.

“Told you I could do it,” he smirked and you snorted, rolling your eyes.

“I didn’t doubt you for a second,” you grinned cheekily at him, making him scoff with a smile. He looked radiant with his pride as he sauntered over to the deer and tied it up before hauling it over his shoulders and you started your trek back to your place where you’d prep it.

“So… if I’m Artemis, who are you?” you asked half way through the walk, glancing to him.

“I’m Blackbird,” he snorted like it was obvious and you gave him a look.

“I’m talking about Greek Gods, dumbass,” you muttered and he gaped at you for a second before a laugh fell from his lips.

“Oh, is that right, dumbass?” he asked with a playful look and you grinned.

“I think you’d be Ares,” you mused thoughtfully and his lips quirked up a little at your words.

“The God of war,” he murmured, shrugging a little.

“And courage,” you added, flashing him a smile when he looked at you. He smiled and it looked slightly bashful as he looked away.

“I can live with that,” he uttered, peering at you with a smile. When you got back to your tree, he plonked the deer on the floor under it where you usually prepped the meat. He sat down and you followed suit, sitting beside him as he started to prep it. You decided to sharpen your knife while he worked, not wanting to just sit there and do nothing.

“You comin’ tomorrow?” he asked, looking at you curiously.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. An extra pair of hands never hurt, right?” you asked ruefully and he grinned. Some of the guys would be going on another run the day after. They needed gas and Billy suggested the highway from hell where those assholes had taken the van. There seemed to be a lot of gas there and you remembered how many supplies you found in the cars and you’d barely even gone through any of them. It would be a good scavenge and with more of you going, it was less likely something bad would happen. You liked how Billy would always include you in on things, always invite you. He knew how restless you got and he was making sure you didn’t have to deal with it much.

“Just make sure you get some sleep this time. You might be a good shot but I can’t imagine you’d be any good on two days of no sleep,” you murmured wryly and a smirk curled his lips.

“You’re real bossy, you know that?” he grinned and you huffed, glaring at him but with no real malice.

“I’m the bossy one? Really?” you asked plainly and it only made his grin widen.

“And you’re a little mean too,” he muttered, faking a put out face.

“Aw, you gonna go tell Frankie on me?” you asked mockingly. He gaped at you, a shocked smile playing on his lips.

“Nah, you know what? I’m gonna tell Karen,” he smirked mischievously.

"I always knew Karen was the one to be scared of,” you muttered and he snorted at you.

You both sat there playfully bantering with one another until the deer was prepped and you helped him salt it and put it into bags. Since you rarely had dinner by yourself these days, you didn’t bother taking any of the meat he offered you. It felt pointless as you both knew you’d be eating with his camp. He seemed to have a pep in his step as you both walked back and the closer he got, the shit eating smile on his face only seemed to widen. You knew exactly how this was going to go and Billy proved you right the second he walked into camp.

“Guess who bagged a deer, assholes!” he called out gleefully, all eyes turning to him. Leo covered her mouth with a smile at his cursing as Sarah gave him a look.

“You did?” Zach asked with a smile.

“You bet I did,” Billy smirked and Zach came over to him,

“Uncle Billy is so cool!” he gushed, looking like he was facing his hero and it made you smile a bit.

“Damn right I am, little man,” Billy grinned, high fiving him.

“Wow, you’re so smug about it,” Karen murmured with an amused look on her face and Billy turned to her with a raised brow.

“Why wouldn’t I be? Can’t a man be proud he bagged a deer. Don’t you know what it means in this economy?” he asked with a patronizing smile and Frank snorted.

“Yeah… you finally got a deer after how long of tryin'? I mean, Y/N bagged two deers before you and she probably woulda got that one too but she let you have it. It’s a pity deer,” Frank said mockingly and Billy looked like someone just smacked him in the face, his jaw hanging open as his dark eyes bore into Frank who was grinning.

“A pity deer?” Billy asked slowly, eyes narrowing to slits.

“Woah, man. He’s calling your manliness into question,” Foggy commented but it was clear his tone was teasing yet Billy’s jaw tightened a little. You found the whole thing amusing.

“You think I can’t get a deer on my own?” he asked accusingly and Frank was still grinning at him and you guessed he loved to push Billy’s buttons as much as you did.

“Well… you had to have Y/N show you where they were so…” he trailed off and you bit your lip to stifle your laugh as Billy’s right eye twitched.

“The last time we had a fight, I put you on your ass in two seconds,” he commented condescendingly.

“I was already injured, man. Wasn’t a fair fight,” Frank shrugged. Billy glared at him before taking a deep inhale through his nose and shaking his head.

“You know what, no deer for you,” he said with a raised brow, pointing at his friend.

“I think Y/N should get a say in that since it was technically her deer that she gave you,” Frank smirked and Billy looked ready to strangle him. Frank turned to you then and your lips curved into a smile.

“What you think, Y/N?” Frank asked, mischief twinking behind his eyes.

“Well… Honestly, I think you’re being really mean to Billy so I have to agree with him. He’s a very manly man and it’s unfair to try and say otherwise,” you teasing words made Frank bark out a laugh, yet despite your obvious playfulness, Billy grinned widely, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you to his side as he gave Frank a smug look.

“See, no deer for you,” he smirked. He didn’t mean it obviously and Frank got his deer just like everyone else after Karen cooked you all dinner. She was the one who cooked the most and you’d offered to help but not only was it not really a hard job, but she hated people trying to get involved and getting in her way.

That night, you lay under your pile of blankets as you struggled to get to sleep. You thought that with you being so busy and going out to burn off your restless energy that you’d sleep better but for some reason, you’d been having trouble. You were fully clothed, even down to your boots, a habit you’d picked up when you were out on the road traveling by yourself so you could get out of situations easily without having to take the time to get dressed. You hadn’t been able to shake it, even with the safety of your treehouse. You wondered what it was that was keeping you awake, there were so many things it could be. Maybe it was a combination of all of them. You were worried about Sarah. She seemed fine enough right now and she wasn’t exactly new to being pregnant. You were concerned about the birth mostly though. Curtis would be the one to deliver the baby and he’d asked you if you’d help. You were a vet and sure you’d helped animals give birth before if they needed it, but this was different. Your worry about needing a c-section or her having a more complicated birth was only exacerbated with the knowledge that her previous kids had been born via c-section. The whole thing was stressing you out because no amount of preparing and getting supplies in would help if something unexpected got thrown yours and Curtis’ way since you weren’t obstetricians. There was also the added stress of the newborn phase and you weren’t quite sure what you were all supposed to do when the baby cried all the damn time to avoid the dead coming at you in swarms. You knew they had everything they needed, you and Karen had taken care of that and all the items were now safely locked away on the back of the black van as they weren’t needed just yet. You were still dealing with those confusing mixed feelings of being part of a group somewhat, having moments of blind panic when you realized how attached you were getting to people and the very real possibility they might die like everyone else you knew. Life was a lot easier for you when you had nothing to lose. So much stress came along with caring about people in a group. Another thing that had been playing on your mind was your brother Sam. You knew he would have loved Frank’s camp, he would have loved all of them. He’d probably have gotten on well with Micro as Sam was a computer nerd too. It made your chest ache to think about him and a bitterness flowed through your veins at the thought. It wasn’t fair that he wasn't here. Why did you get out alive and he didn’t? Why wasn’t he the one here right now, meeting Frank and Billy and everyone else? It felt wrong. The last thing keeping you awake was Billy. The more time you spent with him, the more you realized that your attachment to him was a lot different to the others. You found yourself watching him when he wasn't looking, admiring him no matter what he was doing. You’d smile to yourself if he was happy and smiling, finding a warmth blooming in your chest that you hadn’t felt since the old world. The idea of getting actual feelings for someone in this world was terrifying and you’d been trying to ignore acknowledging it like the plague because it wouldn’t do anyone any good. It was hard enough caring about people as friends without deeper feelings being involved and you knew you were being stupid. You weren’t quite sure just what it was about Billy that lured you in like a moth to a flame. Sure, he was attractive, stupidly ridiculously attractive, easily the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. You knew it wasn’t just that though. You could deal with it if it was just a surface level crush, you wouldn't worry so much about him and that's what was bothering you. The worrying, the caring, the potential to be devastated if he died. Somewhere along the way, you’d bonded with him deeper than you’d bonded with the others and your brain had decided that meant you needed to catch feelings for him. You hated it and you hoped it would go away.

You lay under your mountain of blankets, your eyes drifting to your backpack that was near the open doorway as you considered doing a crossword to pass the time. You’d found a crossword book on one of the runs you’d been on with the others and it had been useful to pass time when your mind wanted to wander down a dark park. But as you considered if you were too lazy to get up and get your bag, you heard a weird thumping noise and you tensed up. You wondered if it was the wind since it had been picking up in the night recently, maybe a branch was hitting the treehouse. But then movement at one of the open windows at the other end of the treehouse drew your eyes to it through the black darkness. You made out a silhouette climbing through the window and your whole body seized up. Maybe it was Billy paying you a visit, he’d never done it at night but it wasn’t like he could climb up the ladder since you always pulled it up when you were up here. But you knew you were being hopeful and stupid because Billy wouldn’t just turn up unannounced in the middle of the night and climb into your treehouse like this. And you knew you were right as you carefully looked at the shadow of a man who was shorter and wider than Billy. You didn’t move, not wanting them to know you were awake and your eyes darted to the knife you’d set over near your bag. You didn’t think you’d need to sleep with it strapped to you anymore but the false security of the treehouse had fooled you. The man crept towards your ‘bed’ and you could hear your heartbeat whooshing in your ears, but then it felt like it stopped all together when you saw the gun in his hand catch the moonlight. You jumped up, tackling him and catching him off guard. You pushed his arm up and the gun went off, the bullet going right through the roof as you tried to fight with him. He was bigger and stronger than you though and he tossed you to the floor across the treehouse and you groaned, refusing to go out without a fight.

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” the man growled as he grabbed you by your shirt and yanked you up like a ragdoll.

“Fuck you,” you bit out ferociously as you kneed him in the nuts. He cried out with a curse and let you go as he cradled himself and dropped his gun. You swiped the knife from the floor, the pair of you near the doorway and he grabbed your shoulder, whirling you around. You used the momentum to swing your arm and your knife buried itself under his jaw and right through his head. His eyes went wide as he blinked at you, his mouth opening but nothing came out other than a garbled wet noise. You yanked your knife back out as you glared at him and blood poured from the wound. As he went limp, he fell out of the doorway, but as he’d been tangled with you, you ended up going with him, your boot catching the strap of your backpack. Your stomach flipped around like you were on a rollercoaster as you plummeted to the floor. The man landed with a thud, you landed on top of him and while it softened the blow, you heard a sickening crack come from your ribs. You gasped, pain radiating from your ribs outwards and you rolled off the now dead man onto your back. Each breath hurt and your eyes welled with pained tears. You were pretty sure you just cracked or broke a rib or two and your head hurt like a bitch after cracking into him with the fall. The pain made you feel dizzy and you struggled to get to your feet, knowing you had to get out of there. The last thing you expected was for someone to turn up where you slept to try and kill you and through the shock, you felt the bitter sting of stupidity eat at you. You were a fool to feel so safe, to think things would be okay. You’d let your guard down and now you were paying for it. You got to your feet, swaying as a hand cradled your beat up ribs. You saw your backpack, the only silver lining in the fucked up situation as your ladder was still up there and there as no way you could climb with the pain you were in.

You looked at the man, blinking through tearful eyes as you noticed he was wearing a coat with an eye painted on it like a logo. You remembered Billy and Frank talking about the guy from the store that day who held Billy at gunpoint and how he wore the same. They mused it was something to do with Rawlins so this didn’t fill you with hope that you’d gone under the radar. You’d tried to reason with yourself that the fire thing had been to get at Karen since Frank loved her and you’d just been collateral. But now they were targeting you all alone and it worried you. Anxiety stabbed you then as you thought of the others. What if the men had gone after them too? You slowly bent down to get your bag, idly thinking of the gunshot and how it might attract the dead here. You snatched your walkie, stepping backwards a little away from the man. You heard the metal bang before you felt the pain but then a fiery hot pain burst through your right leg and the loudest anguished yell tumbled from your lips before you were able to stop it. You blinkled down at your leg to see it caught in a small bear trap that you knew for sure hadn’t been there before. You really couldnt believe what the fuck was happening to you and you realized these guys really liked to have plan B’s in case the plan A fucked up. The pain was immense and worse than your ribs, the spikes from the trap deep into the flesh of your calf and blood was oozing around them. You wobbled on your feet, your injuries and pain making you feel like you were about to pass out and you fell on your ass, crying out as it tugged the bear trap as it fell to its side along with you. You felt like you couldn't breathe and tears streamed down your face in rivulets. You tried to ignore the pain in your ribs as you leaned over, trying with all your might to get the bear trap off you but it wasn’t like you’d ever had to do this before. You didn’t know how to disarm a bear trap. You cried softly, sniffling in anger as you tried and failed a few times. You fell back onto your back, wincing with every heaving breath you took and your vision danced around you. Was this how you’d die? Out here in the woods alone, caught in a trap as you waited for one of the dead to find you? You refused to die like this, this wasn’t how you wanted to go out. You looked over at the walkie and strained to reach it, making your ribs feel like they were on fire as you did. You finally managed to get it and relief flooded your system as your head spun.

“Anyone here?... It’s Artemis,” you mumbled down the walkie, voice slightly slurred. You felt like you were on a merry go round at a rapid rate that wouldn’t stop.

“Blackbird here. What’s up?” Billy asked, a note of concern in his voice. You’d never reached out at night before. You felt more relief at hearing his voice. This could very well be the last you heard him if your body decided it was done before he got here. Or maybe the dead would find you first. You felt so tired, you didn’t think you could fight them off.

“Is everyone okay?” you asked worriedly.

“Yeah… we’re good… Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked warily and you felt some relief that they were unharmed.

“I need help,” you muttered, taking a slow and shaky breath as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“What is it? What happened?” he asked instantly, his concern shooting up to panic.

“I’m hurt… just come to the treehouse please, I’ll tell you when you get here,” you pleaded through your tears, voice trembling.

“I’ll be right there,” he said quickly and you sighed in relief, hoping he’d get here in time and not find you being eaten by the dead ones.

“Watch out for bear traps,” you murmured tiredly, your eyes fluttering shut again. He didn’t answer and you hoped he’d got the message as you lay there, fighting with your body so you didn’t pass out. It didn’t take too long before Billy sprinted through the trees with a frantic look on his face. He stopped dead, his eyes first landing on the dead man before his eyes found you laying on the floor with your leg caught in a bear trap.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, rushing over to you and falling to his knees. His dark eyes roamed over the bear trap as he looked like he was trying to think, his hands hovering uncertainly.

“This is gonna hurt, alright?” he gave you a pointed look and you nodded, eyes half lidded as you looked at him. He looked guilty and unsure but then he disarmed the trap, pushing on the springs carefully and pulling it open. You cried out as the spikes left your flesh and you felt the blood starting to pour out of the wounds.

“Shit…” Billy bit out, quickly shrugging his sweater off and then his t-shirt. He wrapped the t-shirt around your leg into a makeshift bandage, a deep frown marring his face as he tried to tie it around your leg to slow the bleeding down.

“What happened?” he asked. His voice was low and tight, his eyes not looking at you.

“He climbed up into the treehouse… tried to kill me. I stabbed him but he fell… I fell with him… then this happened,” you muttered sleepily, the darkness behind your eyes tugging at you. You felt a cold hand on your face and your eyes opened, seeing Billy’s face hovering over you.

“Stay with me, sweetheart, alright?” he asked, sounding worried as his dark eyes scanned your face.

“I think my ribs are cracked,” you mumbled, blinking slowly at him. His frown deepened, eyes flitting to your torso before back at your face.

“We need to get you back to camp, get Curt to look at you,” he insisted as he moved to help you sit up. You cried softly at the pain as he held you and he looked so sad at your pitiful noises as he tried to get you to your feet. You couldn't put weight on your leg and when you glanced down, his gray t-shirt was already blood soaked and you wondered how much blood you were losing. Ideally, you didn’t want to remove something that was impaling you as it would stop the blood flowing too quickly, but it wasn’t like he could take you back to camp with a bear trap attached to you. You wobbled, his arm around you as you tried to hobble forward, but it only made another pained noise leave your lips. You’d felt pain a few times, having your throat slit had topped the list quite a bit. This was something else though. The pain in your ribs was intense and it seemed to fade into every part of your body. Your leg felt like it was being roasted over a fire, throbbing intensely.

“‘M tired… why’s it so cold?” you asked in a whisper, head lolling a little bit and making Billy look panicked and wide eyed.

“I’m gonna carry you, okay? It’s gonna hurt a bit but I’ll be as careful as I can,” he murmured, giving you a pained look as you nodded. You just wanted the pain to stop. He scooped you up bridal style and you hissed at how it jostled your ribs, making him apologize profusely to you. Once in his arms, he hurriedly walked back, trying his hardest not to hurt you too much. You snuggled against him, his bare skin touching you since he was still shirtless, his sweater left discarded on the floor. Your face was in the crook of his neck as you took a small inhale and let it soothe you.

“How do you smell so nice?... It’s the end of the world,” you slurred into his neck.

“You know me, I’m just perfect,” his teasing didn't have the same effect when his voice had a distressed undertone to it but you smiled anyway. You felt the darkness tugging at you again, luring you in as you closed your eyes and enjoyed the comfort of skin to skin contact coming from Billy.

“Stay with me, Y/N. You gotta stay awake for me,” he insisted, glancing down at you as his pace picked up. You could hear his heart thumping away at a rapid rate.

“I’m just so tired, Billy,” you whispered, not opening your eyes.

“Come on, Sweetheart, stay with me. You’re not gonna leave me like this, alright? I’m not losin’ anyone else,” he pleaded desperately but it fell on deaf ears as you passed out in his arms.

You were in and out of it when you got to the camp. You’d come to, hearing everyone rushing around and talking frantically before you passed back out. You woke up briefly a few times when Curtis was working on your leg, pained groans leaving your lips before your eyes would roll back and you’d be out like a light once again. When you woke up properly, you were in the tent you knew the children used. You felt weak, your head fuzzy and your mouth felt dry. You blinked tiredly at the ceiling of the tent before you glanced to your side. Billy was sitting next to you, his head in his hands.

“Billy…” you croaked out, frowned at the lack of moisture in your mouth. He sat up quickly, head snapping to you as relief seemed to hit him like a train. He had circles around his eyes and he looked paler than he usually did.

“Y/N… are you… you feel okay?” he asked hesitantly, scooting closer to you as his eyes darted all over your face. It was a hard question to answer. You were still in a lot of pain and you felt a little out of it, but you were alive and that was what really mattered. You nodded, blinking tiredly at him as he watched you.

“You don’t look so great,” you blurted, your head feeling too fuzzy to really think about insulting him like that. He didn’t look offended though, he frowned softly, his hand darting out and snatching your own as he held it tightly.

“You lost a lotta blood. I’m a universal donor so… Curt rigged somethin’ up to give you a transfusion,” he explained and it took your disorientated brain a long moment to digest his words.

“You gave me your blood?” you asked quietly, making him nod. You wondered how much you needed with how ill he looked.

“Thank you,” you murmured, trying to muster up a smile for him. He looked away quickly, blinking his glassy eyes rapidly.

“You gotta stop doin’ this shit. I’m gonna wind up havin’ a heart attack if you keep almost dyin’ on me like this,” he smirked, but it was weak and felt forced.

“What can I say? I love danger,” you drawled with a tired smile, echoing words he’d once said to you. He smiled then, a wistful and slightly more genuine one but then his face turned somber again, his hand squeezing yours.

“I… I just…” he trailed off and your hazy brain took in his anguished face and it made your chest ache, your brows creasing.

“I care about you… I can’t lose you,” he murmured, his shiny almost black eyes meeting yours once more. Your chest filled with warmth that wasn’t coming from the pain in your ribs and you smiled at him, your thumb rubbing his hand.

“I’m not doing it on purpose, I’m starting to think I’m in Final Destination,” you smirked and his lips quirked up a little.

“I need to just lock you away or some shit. You’re like a danger magnet,” he said wryly. You opened your mouth to reply but Curtis came into the tent. He looked surprised to see you awake but then he smiled.

“It’s nice to see you again, Y/N. We were all pretty worried for a second,” he grinned and you smiled at him. You moved to try and sit up, not liking being laid flat like you were but Billy stopped you.

“Gotta rest for a bit, not move so much,” he instructed as he grabbed a spare blanket and balled it up, putting it under your top half like a big pillow to prop you up a little. You give him a grateful smile, feeling better that you weren’t lying flat anymore.

“So… how bad is it?” you asked Curtis warily. Your brain still felt a little fuzzy around the edges but you were starting to feel a little more awake. The downside to it being the pain seemed to get worse. Curtis glanced at your leg, a slight wince before he looked at your face.

“Your boot saved your foot, it took the brunt of the worst of it. You almost ended up in the one legged club,” he said with a wry smile but his eyes shone with concern.

“I stitched you up the best I could and I gave you some of Billy’s blood. I’m not sure if your leg’s broken or not with no x-ray. If it is, it's not a full fracture, no bone sticking out or anything. Still might be a hairline fracture though. You need to keep off it for a bit and Matt and Foggy are trying to make a splint for you. Your ribs are cracked, I don’t think they’re broken,” he explained sympathetically.

“Thanks,” you nodded, feeling despondent at the knowledge you'd be out of commission for a while. Laying here doing nothing really didn’t sound appealing.

“I’ll go and see if they’re done with the splint so we can get it on you,” Curtis smiled before he shared a look with Billy and then left the tent.

“You’re gonna be stayin’ with us and you’re not gonna argue with me about it,” Billy said firmly, his face telling you he really wasn’t going to have an argument about it. You didn’t want to argue though. You loved your treehouse but you didn’t feel safe there now. It was tainted. This whole ordeal had shown you that you were also a target now and isolating yourself like you had been was dangerous. You were easier to pick off that way.

“Okay,” you nodded and he looked shocked for a moment that you hadn’t argued with him about it.

“Good,” he said, sniffing as he rolled his shoulder.

“Thank you for coming to help me… for the blood and everything,” you murmured after a moment of silence. He didn’t have to come and help you, didn’t need to answer the walkie at all and he certainly didn’t need to offer up his blood. His eyes pinned you in place, watching you for a moment.

“You don’t need to thank me, you know I got your back,” he said easily and it made you smile as your chest tightened.

“I forgot how nice it was to have people looking out for me,” you admitted and he smiled softly.

“Been tellin’ you this whole time to just give in and join us,” he pointed out, raising his brow.

“Yeah, well… you know how stubborn I am,” you snorted and his lips curled into a grin.

“I know, it’s a pain in my ass,” he huffed, amusement shining in his eyes. You’d been resisting joining the group, only to be forced into it anyway. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing though. Billy had really come through for you, as did the others from the snippets you remembered of getting to the camp. It showed you they really did care and while it was scary, it felt nice. The world had a lot less people on it now, most of them turning as feral as the dead. It was hard to come by good people, people who would look out for you, care for you when you were at your most vulnerable. You’d had that once, forming a bond like family with your old group. You never thought you’d find that again after everything, didn’t think it would be possible, nor did you want it. But now as you looked at Billy with his soft brown eyes as he looked down at you, you knew you wanted to be here. You wanted to be part of something more than yourself. To have people to watch out for you and for you to watch out for them. To have a purpose, a reason to keep going, to keep fighting. You’d lost that along the way but now you knew you’d found it again and you were looking right at it.

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Recom Miles Quaritch x FemReader Pt. 4

Whoops...My bad guys I was in a bit of a block and then I kind of zoned out(for like three weeks?). I can't watch the movie again till they release it on disney+ so details on what happens will be up to me. :)

I will post the A03 later<3

!!!WARNINGS!!!:: Smut! Nothing crazy, consent on both ends, mentions of guns

!!! MINORS DNI !!!

Everyone else, enjoy.

You may have needed new office shoes by the time you were done running around. After sending the message and hiding away the telegraph, you went on an egg hunt for the equipment you needed. Surprisingly all you needed was to gather clothing to wear and a backpack with medical supplies. Too bad most of it was in different areas of the base. It took 10 minutes to find clothes in your size, then protective gear, then the shoes which also took a few minutes. After acquiring the clothing needed, you were told the breathing masks and other items(like optional weapons) would be brought at the meeting tomorrow morning before leaving base.

It didn’t take up your whole day so you returned back to your office. It was empty, no notes, no emails, no patients. At some point, you decided coming along this mission was a good idea. If something were to happen, which you doubted, you’d be there to respond faster. After thinking it over, you also decided this was wrong and you were being manipulated by your own thoughts into thinking this was a good idea. This was in fact, not a good idea. You sat at your desk, coloring some silly page that had rainbows and birds on it with some color pencils. You don’t remember how you got the pencils but they’re here. Might as well use them.

Somewhere around noon, you decided to lay your head down. You didn’t have much to do on slow days like this or any unfinished paperwork. After a 30 minute nap, you would go to the lunchroom and see about getting a sandwich, or maybe a loaded salad. You drifted off to sleep, not remembering to set an alarm or close your office door all the way.

Miles was pretty pissed off at himself. Usually he’s more level-headed when it comes to women, so you shouldn’t have had such an affect on him for this long. He shouldn’t have let you get an advantage over him, he shouldn’t have been so dumbfounded. Now he was picking at the mush of meat and tortilla pieces that litter his plate. He wouldn’t admit that he was embarrassed.

Lyle was speaking to Walker while Z-Dog, Brown and Ja also sat around the table, chatting and eating today’s mystery meat. Lyle had hummed and glanced around before mumbling. “I haven't seen the doctor yet. Is she skipping lunch?”

“Hm?” Walker also glanced around. She shrugged. “Did she have a big breakfast today? She doesn’t skip meals.” This caught Miles’ attention so he listened without peering up.

“No she had some cereal I think,” He took a big bite of his food. “Maybe someone should check on her.” After speaking, he glanced at Miles. So did a few others, but Walker turned her head completely.

He sighed and looked at all of them. “Yeah I’m on it.” He stood up with his tray. “So much for drawing sticks.” He turned and walked away. Then beside him, Lyle appeared and grinned. “Yes, Lyle?”

“Bring her a salad and a fruit cup. My guess is she’s either sleeping or forgot to eat again.” He grabs a juice pack before turning and walking back to the table. Miles kept wondering why none of them went to check on you but he also had a sneaking suspicion everyone knew already. He decided to listen, sneaking a salad bowl and a small fruit cup out the lunchroom and towards your office.

What would have taken 5 minutes actually became 10, then 15. He purposely stopped in the hallways a few times every time he thought about what happened earlier. His tail flicked in annoyance and frustration but he hid it well on his face. He was hoping you wouldn't say anything about it. Miles had scoffed at himself. The man has faced creatures bigger than him before, and here he was hesitating about walking into your office. He rolled his eyes and finally got to your office door.

He shifted the items in his hand to knock but saw the door was open. When he peers inside, he sees your form, slumped over the desk using a sweater as a pillow. Miles walks inside and gently closes the door with his foot, then he walks to the desk and sets the food down. You didn't move, didn't stir in your sleep or anything. He kneels down beside your chair while studying your face. When he glanced behind you, he could see the clothing items and shoes needed for tomorrow.

He smiled for a minute. He could guess you were stressed about tomorrow, he couldn’t blame you. His hand reached up and gently laid on your shoulder. "Wake up princess. Time to eat." He shook your shoulder lightly but you were already opening your eyes.

You sat up and looked at Miles, then around at your office. "Oh god what time is it?" You lean over your desk to stretch your arms out and you spot the two food items.

"Lunch time. Your soldiers got worried when you didn't show up for lunch so they sent me to deliver that." He slipped his hand off your shoulder and stood up. You didn't ask any questions. You had grabbed the two items, opening the salad and fruit cup and using the fork to start eating. Miles hid his smile as he watched, your eyes were closed and it looked like you could still be sleeping. "Had a good nap there doctor?"

You shrug, opting to stuff your face rather than speak. Despite your current sleepy expression, you were happy to be eating something. You wondered if he had help deciding what to bring, and you could see one of the other soldiers telling Miles what to bring. You finally paused your eating to speak. "Thank you for bringing this." He sat in the chair in front of your desk and you watched him closely. "How are you feeling today Colonel?"

He perked up at this, raising an eyebrow but shrugging anyway. "Better I suppose." You nod and move onto the fruit cup, watching him with an almost bored expression. Miles wasn't too comfortable under this gaze. "Why do you ask?"

"Because of earlier."

"So, is this an apology?"

"Why should I be apologizing?"

"No particular reason-"

"Because I gave you a boner and kicked you out of my office?"

He smiled. "You're very blunt about things. I like that about you." His jaw moved, he was thinking before he spoke. "That was inappropriate of me."

You finished your fruit cup and set it down. "Yes, but I was also acting immaturely I suppose." You threw away the bowl and cup, making sure any food bits were thrown away. "I made rude comments and hurt your ear. Sorry."

Miles hummed, glancing at the clothes and boots that sat on a small cabinet behind you. "Are you feeling stressed, doctor?"

You were stretching your back and answering honestly instead of sarcastically. "Yes, very stressed. I thought I had discussed this earlier." You mumbled and sat back in your chair.

"I guess so." He smiled at you. "I've been a bit stressed as well. I don't admit it, but nights before a mission are terrible. I probably won't sleep tonight."

He watched as you slipped to doctor mode. "I have sleep medicine if you need some." You had stood up and walked to the cabinet behind him. "I understand though, I'll probably take some sleep medications myself." You grabbed two bottles and closed the door. "They're capsules. You take two, 30 minutes before going to bed and they should put you right to sleep."

You turn around while reading the bottles, only to feel a hand grab your hip and another slip behind your head. You felt lips pressing against yours and your stomach doing somersaults. You felt your body tense up then relaxed choosing between giving in or pushing him away. The bottles in your hands dropped and you closed your eyes. This was wrong, and you knew it.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and he pushed you against the cabinet, never breaking the kiss. You were liking this a little too much. He tangled his hand in your hair and you opened your mouth to sigh, Miles took this opportunity to part your mouth with his tongue and you whined at the feeling. The things you threatened and promised earlier were breaking apart. He pulled away from you which gave you time to catch your breath.

He looked down at you and chuckled, watching your face turn red. He was on his knees in front of you but his posture hinted a more dominant look. "If I may, doctor, I recommend you relax before tomorrow."

You watched his eyes, glancing at his lips and seeing that stupid smirk of his. "Yeah? I could order medication but that takes a while to come in. So, you have any other alternatives?"

He leaned down and mumbled against your ear. "I have a few activities in mind, if you'll stop pretending to hate me."

You scoff and glance at the door of your office and see shadows passing underneath. "Not here." He looks at you and you slip out of his grasp. "If you'd like, I can see you again later this evening." You spoke loud enough so anyone outside might hear. You were writing on a sticky note your living quarters number and a time. "Those pills should do the trick. Remember what I said about taking them." You look up at him as he takes the note from you.

"Thank you, doctor." He grins and pockets the note and the pill bottle. "I'll be sure to remember." There were a few knocks as he was speaking. Miles opens the door. “Ah, I know your face but I can’t remember your name.”

You peered past him and smiled. “Hey Alex, did you need something?” You watched Miles duck through the doorframe and wave both of you off. Alex waved back and turned to you.

“I have great news! So some of the research from the last expeditions years ago weren’t completed. And since the recom team and you are going into the jungles tomorrow, I get to come along to attempt to complete the missing files. Isn’t that great?” They grinned, like a kid who was excited to go on their first field trip. You were not grinning. You weren’t sure what expression you wore but Alex seemed to dim down. “Hey are you okay? This is good news because I get to tag along with you.”

“No, no, that is good news.” You smiled apprehensively. “It’s just, you and I have never set foot outside this station, is all. I’m worried for our safety out there.” You took a deep breath. “And the soldiers’ safety.” This was a lie. You were worried about the team finding out you were a traitor. And now, how Alex would react. You didn’t really have a plan or think about the consequences. Just get the supplies out there and let fate decide the rest.

Now the thought of disappointed faces, looks of hatred from your friends, haunted your consciousness.

Alex smiled again. “That’s good though, it means you’re a good doctor.”

You play off your troubled look with an eye roll “Yeah but what am I supposed to do when a wild animal attacks me? Prescribe it with some tranquilizer? Shake a pill bottle and throw it? Here boy, go fetch!” At this, Alex chuckled, covering their mouth and shaking their head. You smiled as well. “If you want and if we have time, I can make us both a cup of coffee before we head out.”

“Ah that would be wonderful. Hopefully it’ll soothe my nerves a little.”

“If anything it would wake you up some more.” You lean against the doorframe and smile. “Personally I’m more worried about getting some sleep.” This was also a lie.

~~~

You had checked your bag twice, and now, three times. You had the extra supplies that you promised the scientists out in the jungle. It was stored in a medium sized delivery bot you used to send items often. You also had some medications, extra batteries and some dried foods. Hopefully that was it. Then on the side you had medical equipment and some travel snacks. You knew this was a serious mission but if there’s a lot of walking then the soldiers are gonna get hungry.

Now you sat on your floor, your bag was zipped, clothes and shoes were folded neatly and ready for tomorrow in your small storage closet. You stared into the closet, feeling like you were forgetting something. You gnawed on your bottom lip while in thought, glancing around the dimly lit room. Perhaps you should write an apology letter in case you do happen to get caught and die, in whichever order it may happen. You stood up and paused again. Was that what you were forgetting? You couldn’t put your finger on it. A few sharp knocks took you out of your trance and you looked at the door.

“Uh, who is it?” You had creeped to the door, peeking out the peephole and let out a small gasp.

Out in the hallway, a tall figure was bending down to look back into the peephole. “Room service.” You covered your mouth to hide a laugh. You opened the door and looked at him.

“I forgot you were coming over.” You bit back your smile.

He stood up straight and made a look of shock. “Well, if you weren’t expecting company I guess I’ll see my way back to my room.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So you’re going to be a pussy and leave?”

Now he looked offended. “I didn’t say anything about bein’ a pussy, just bein’ a gentleman but if that’s how you see it, then I guess I’m staying.” He leaned against your doorframe, towering over you. “So princess, you gonna let me inside or stand there and bitch at me?”

You roll your eyes. “I should just leave you out there like a stray, Colonel. Get inside before someone calls security on you.” You move aside and watch him duck into your room. You peek out into the hallway for a second then close the door. “Hope the ceiling is high enough for you.”

When you looked at him, he was practically foraging your desk. “Why do you have so many- is this embroidery?” You had run over and yanked it out of his hands. “Here I thought you couldn’t get any more interesting.” He smiled.

“Yeah well I had to take up some kind of hobby or I would have gone absolutely batshit. Knitting was next.” You put down the unfinished embroidered hoop then glare up at him. He was still smiling, but looked at the ordered mess.

“Now doctor, please tell me,” He picked up a copy of a Jurassic Park novel, “you read this after you decided to clone me and not before.” He turned it over to read the back. “A bit ironic don’t you think?”

“No, not at all.” You tried to take the book from him but he held it up high so you couldn’t reach. “If I'm working with animals then I might as well read about some- stop ransacking my shit Quaritch, I have everything in a specific order here.” He glanced down at you, shrugging and handing it to you. You take the book and set it down, looking over everything else. “Honestly I would have expected you to snoop through my panty drawer like an old pervert but you surprised me too.”

“Oh yeah?” He sat on your bed, seeming to make a face when he did. “Which drawer is that?” He turned and watched you as you sat beside him. You crossed your legs on the bed but didn’t look at him.

Thoughts ran through your head, you had questions to ask. “I know this might be a bit early for pillow talk, but how does it feel to be in there?” You finally look up at him, craning your neck. He hums and looks at his knees, then his hands. He holds them up and flexes his fingers.

“The same. But taller. And bluer.” He looks at you and you roll your eyes. “Don’t tell me you want to run around in one of these bodies doctor.”

“No, no nothing like that.” You shrug. “Everyone has different reactions and feelings when waking up in their new bodies. I can’t remember who, but one of the soldiers said they felt like their self from before had changed somehow. Like their body and their consciousness collided and adapted to this body.” You were staring into nothing now. “I know you’ve been on this planet much longer than I have, you’ve seen what the Na’vi here worship and believe in. Now I’m no scientist or hippie tree hugger-”

“You’re starting to sound like one.”

You looked at him and he watched you with stern eyes. You sigh. “Yeah forget it, you might shoot me instead and fuck the bullet hole.”

He laughed. “No no, go ahead please. Continue.” He waved his hand.

You watched him as you continued speaking. “You aren’t curious what secrets would be held inside this planet? You’re one of them now like it or not, and that grants you a better chance at getting closer and exploring this crazy spiritual or religious-” You shrugged your shoulders trying to get the words out without revealing you actually knew the correct terms. “God I do sound like one of them don’t I?” You rub your face and hear Miles’ deep chuckle beside you.

“I think I understand what you’re getting at.” He held out his hand to you. You stare at it, unclear what he was doing until you placed your hand in his. He pulls you into his lap and you shift so you straddle him comfortably. “I was never a spiritual person, or religious for that matter. I follow orders, I do what I am told and I don’t question it.”

“You died.” You pointed out. “Not saying that you shouldn’t have followed those orders.” You had begun to fiddle with the hem of his shirt. “I don’t know the specifics of this mission. They’re classified to me, but you know them. And I won’t seduce you to try and get information out of you.” You smirked up at him then looked at his chest. “Would you do it again if you knew you would die?”

He watched you, looking to the side for a few seconds, then sighing. “Yeah. Believe it or not, princess I would.” He looked down at you, his hands sliding up and to rest on your hips. “Maybe a little better coordinated.”

“Hm, wow. Yeah.” You nodded, pretending to look surprised as you dusted his shoulder off. “Glad you have that figured out colonel. Hope you’re putting all this brain power into tomorrow’s mission.”

“I better not get any of this shit tomorrow in front of my squad.” He tightens his grip on your hips. “Cause I will-” He paused when your hips rolled into his.

You smirk up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “Sorry? You’ll what?” You roll your hips again, feeling him grow hard beneath your ass. “Use your words colonel.” His ears flickered.

"You little minx." He picks you up and flips you around so you're laying on the bed, his tail flicks behind him. He leans down and kisses you hungrily, his body pressing down on yours. You had smiled a little in the kiss but it disappeared when his hand slowly slid down the hem of your pants. You gasped as his long fingers reached your thighs, then tugged at your underwear. He broke the kiss with a groan, reaching up and taking off his shirt, muttering about it being too hot in here.

You chuckle, admiring his bare torso. “Would you be a gentleman this time?” You reach and tug the hem of your pants while raising your leg towards him. He grabs the ends of your pant legs and slips them off. He traces his fingers down your legs, leaning down and kissing your knees. He watched you while he moved closer, trailing his lips down your inner thighs. You shudder as you watch, his fingers loop around the hems of your underwear. You roll your hips and sigh. “Miles please…”

“You can be patient, princess.” He pulls your underwear off and throws them to the side, then he stares down at you for a few seconds. You close your legs, even pulling your shirt down a little.

“What? Don’t just stare like that.”

“Don’t do that.” He comes closer, removing your hand. “Just relax darlin.” He leans in between your legs, kissing right above your clit then moving down. You sigh, biting your lip as you watch. He sticks his tongue out and licks deeply between your lips. Miles groans into you, licking into your sweet spot quickly. He gripped your thighs with both hands almost wrapping around them completely and kept them open.

You had covered your mouth at the unexpected feeling hitting you, not wanting your neighboring coworkers to hear you. You reach down with your free hand and run it through his hair, feeling the shaved head beneath your fingertips. He suddenly pushes his tongue deep within you and you gasp as both hands scratch the sides of his head. “Miles-” You reach up to cover your mouth again, groaning into your hand. “Fuck, Miles~”

He peers up at you, moving up to circle your clit with his tongue. He was practically getting drunk off of all the little sounds you kept making. And when you said his name in that breathy moan…He wanted to fuck the absolute hell out of you but he needed to help you get prepared. The colonel remembers when he was looking at himself after he had been transferred. At first he hadn’t thought of any difference other than the color schemes changing and maybe the size, that was a given. But in the office, when you had threatened him and gave him that hard on, he became aware of what he truly possessed between his legs. And now here, as he lapped your sweetness between your legs, he knew he could really hurt you if he wasn’t careful.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s hurt a woman because of his size. Even as a human, he was well sized and occasionally wasn’t careful.

He kept at your clit as he reached up and teased your entrance with his fingers. Once they were slick enough, he pushed his middle finger in slowly. You groan at the feeling, closing your eyes. You roll your hips into him and he feels his own hips push into the side of your mattress. After a few pumps, he adds another finger, making you gasp at the stretch.

“Fuck, is that three?” You whine out as you look down at him. He wanted to laugh but instead he pumped his fingers faster. Your head rolls back and your legs begin to shake. He felt it and decided to pull your legs over his shoulders. You had let out a moan or a gasp at each pump, mumbling incoherent sentences. Miles noticed as your voice became louder, he could understand you were muttering soft pleas and praises. Things like, “Please please please don’t stop, don't stop,” and “Oh yes yes god you’re so good.” He growls into your skin and adds a third finger. You didn’t have time to mutter anything as you felt your climax spread and shake your body. Miles felt you spasm and clench around his fingers and he curses. The pants he had on were a mess now.

You were panting, covering your eyes and speaking low. “Please tell me…three fingers was enough?” You didn’t look up but you felt him moving now. First, your shirt was pulled off of your body, along with your bra. An instant coolness settled on your dampened skin and you sighed. Then you watched as Miles undid his belt, then his pants and zipper and- “No.” Your eyes widened. “That is-”

“It’s a bit more than three fingers.” He gets on the bed and strokes himself a few times. “Listen princess, it's gonna take some adjusting. But if you can’t take it, tell me to stop.” He held your chin so your eyes locked with his. “Understood?”

You nod your head a little. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Lie back for me.” You did as he asked and let him move between your legs. You watched as he lined himself with your entrance. “Fuck this is gonna be a tight fit.” He began to press into you, making you groan and bite your lip. The tip slips in and he lets out a deep moan, his hand slamming into the wall behind your bed. He was holding himself back from fucking you hard. He had to wait. You shift your hips and he takes it, bucking his hips into you and ripping a cry from your throat.

"Fuck it's too much!" You muttered into your elbow. It was huge and you should have known with two different sized forms that it was going to be painful. You had actually dreaded it when you first had your daydreams. It oddly excites you in a scary way. "Oh god please go slower, please…" you looked up at him.

Miles was looking down, one hand now gripping the edge of the mattress and the other was holding your thigh. He had a deep look of concentration as his ears flattened and perked. His eyes dart up to meet yours and his ears perk up again. "Alright darlin' I won't move till you tell me."

Your eyes close and your head falls against the pillow. The pain was bearable, slowly it subdued and you nodded once you thought you were ready. He thrusts into you and a yelp leaves your lips. "Easy! No more than an inch!" You whined out, peeking up at him again. He laughs, dipping his head down to rest against your forehead.

"Yes ma'am." He kisses you, letting his tongue tease at your lips then pulling away. He then presses his hips forward and you let out a loud groan. This time you grab a pillow and hug it to your face. It felt like he was all the way in with how much he filled in. You were sure to be sore tomorrow and you debated somehow calling in sick for tomorrow. The pillow you had on your face was ripped from your hands and thrown on the floor. "I wanna see that beautiful face of yours when I'm fucking you."

You felt your face go red. "What if I'm too lou-" his thumb finds your lips and he presses it into your mouth.

"I can find a few ways to preoccupy your mouth." His thumb rubs up and down your tongue and you swallow around it. His eyes almost softened as he mumbled, "Fuck, that mouth of yours." He thrusts again and you moan around his thumb. He glances down and smiles. "Almost got me halfway darlin'."

You release his thumb and he moves his hand to grab your hip. "Go a little deeper, please." He obeys and pushes in, thrusting in and out little by little. Each time would drag a small whine from you. He reaches a certain point you can't explain that causes your back to arch slightly. You grab his hand resting on you and squeeze it. "Fuck wait, right there." You look at him.

He nods, licking his lips quickly. "I don't think I can go in any further without reorganizing your insides sweetheart." He pulls out almost all the way before pushing back in slowly. You cover your mouth as a slow moan leaves you. You felt his lips at your neck, kissing then sucking. You hold onto his shoulder and feel as he begins to move in a steady motion. Your nails dig into his skin, feeling him suck harder before letting go and smiling against your shoulder. "Hope they don't see that tomorrow…"

You didn't have time to ask how bad it was before he was picking up speed. He roughly grabbed your hips as he fucked you in a normal pace. He would hit that spot that made you arch once in a while and you did your best not to be too loud. His hips snap into you quick and you gasp. His hand was quick to clamp over your mouth. He growled and pushed deeper, making you scream into his hand. It had you seeing stars, this new pain mixed with a questionable pleasure.

"Fuck darling I'm gonna cum," he removes his hand and kisses you instead, his tongue wrapping and swirling around yours. You could feel yourself tighten and spasm around him. A few more thrusts, just a few more. You had to tell him to keep it out of you but he's so deep already. You whimper and he stares down at you. "C'mon doc, tell me where."

His thumb was at your clit now and you had forgotten all about that cheat code. He started to rub small circles against it and you lost it, digging your nails into his arm and shoulder. "Fuck! Miles- in me please, please just fill me, fuck go faster!" Your legs were shaking now, partially wrapped around the blue body above you. He listened, thrusting faster and circling your bud. With a short cry and an arched body, you felt yourself reach a stinging, stretched bliss. As you had cried out, Miles grunted and finally planted himself deep inside of you, twitching as he finished. He had panted and you thought he even whimpered as he slowly pulled himself out.

Your eyes were still closed but you felt him shift off the bed. The bathroom light flicked on, water ran, then he came back and you jumped at feeling something wet and warm touch your thigh. You look down and see him frozen with a wet rag. "Don't shoot." He reaches down and gently wipes around your sore area. "You may need to bathe to get some of that out."

You nod but laid back down, eyes closed again. Your lower regions were already taking the effects, and you groan in thought. "I won't be able to work tomorrow."

"I guess we could have thought this one through a little better." Miles states as he stands up. You heard clothes rustling but didn't open your eyes. Was he leaving already? Then you heard your bathtub running. It went like that for a few minutes but you didn't want to move. Then he came back and picked you up off the bed. "I got you a bath ready." He sets you down inside and you let out a sigh at being submerged in the warm water.

You both didn't say anything for a while. He stays outside the tub being that he couldn't fit in it. He helps you wash up, get out and get dressed. Once he saw you could walk properly, he put on the rest of his clothes. "Miles?"

He looks down at you and smirks. "What princess, want me to stay the night?"

You scoff. "No." You cross your arms but stay sitting on your bed. "Thank you, for the stress relief."

He had walked over and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. You had responded, even feeling his hand run up your back. He pulled away and his eyes were soft again. "Thank you, for having me over, doctor. Get some rest, I'll see you tomorrow." He lingered over you, then turned and walked to your door. Once he leaves and shuts the door, you fall back against your pillows and sigh. It wasn't hard to fall asleep that night.

~~~

The helicopter ride wasn't as bad as you initially thought. Once you and the others landed on the ground, Alex was clinging to the grass and gasping for oxygen. "I hate flying."

You grin. "Need something for that motion sickness?"

"Not motion sickness." They sigh, standing upright. "Just afraid of heights. But thank you." They pick up their bag that looks similar to yours and stand beside you. "It's a good thing I only had coffee."

You nod and pick up your bag as well, watching everyone else gather around Lyle and the colonel. You follow suit with Alex close by Everyone was already debriefed, Miles looked at everyone, nodded and turned. "Alright, we know our objectives. Keep in mind the wildlife and the locals, everyone." He starts walking forward and everyone spreads out. You and Alex stay behind Lyle.

Z-Dog waves at Lyle, then signs the letters 'D-O-C' and rubs her neck. Lyle grinned and nodded, motioning to Miles who didn't see them, then at Alex. He nodes at her. She nods back. "Hey doc," she calls out, only being about 5 feet from you. "Mosquitos were bad last night?"

You blush, hoping the oxygen mask would have helped hide the obvious hickey. "Yeah yeah, that’s not childish at all Z."

"So you and Alex had fun then last night?" She questions. Lyle holds back his laughter when he sees Miles glance at them.

Alex turns red. "What?" They look between you and her. "Wait, we- we're not um-"

Lyle turned his head. "Ohh, you and Alex, huh doctor?"

Miles turned his head and snapped. "Focus, we need all eyes ahead." He looked forward, ignoring his tail swishing in annoyance. You, as well as a few others noticed. You smiled slightly, looking at Alex who was confused.

You shake your head. "Don't worry, they're just kidding."

"Hold." Miles stopped the group. He made a gesture and two of the soldiers crept forward into an open area. They looked around then the group moved forward. You spotted the old research trailer that was brought here years ago. Two of the soldiers went in to investigate. "We've made it to base 1, over." He had spoken into a mic. You watched as the soldiers were gathering around the giant war bot that lay fallen in the grass.

As they were all saying something, you kneel down and start digging in your bag. You slow in confusion, looking around. This wasn't your stuff. You look up to see Alex walking inside the trailer holding the same bag as yours. You curse and grab everything to follow them. Once inside, you see them with the bag opened and looking at the device inside. "Alex."

They looked at you confused. "Is this yours?"

"...yes, it's mine." You reached for it but they stopped you. “We switched by accident on the helicopter.”

"This isn't what I think it is, is it?" They examine it again and press some buttons on it. "Wait, Dr. Linear are you-" they look at you. Suddenly their eyes were filled with betrayal. "This is…for them isn't it? This is the same bot they kept telling us was being stolen and sent here."

"Alex." You stood there frozen. "Alex you don't understand, they needed help, I don't just ignore that kind of thing. They had kids here."

"Have they been tracking us too?" They looked at the robot again. "You know how they feel about us being here. They want us gone." Alex looked at you again. "I've seen what they did before."

"No that wasn't them, that was the Na'vi-"

"Doctors, you're needed outside." Miles called from outside the trailer. Alex stuffed the robot in the bag, giving you a look and exiting the trailer. You followed, leaving the other bag inside. "Found anything inside?"

Alex looked at you, then shook their head. "No, I haven't gotten a good look yet." Then their bag began beeping and the delivery robot floated out. It began hovering and Alex jumped away from it. The others watched until Miles shot it with one bullet. Alex stared at it, then looked at you. You had gone pale. Everyone was quiet.

"Ah, so I was right." Quaritch tilted his head. "It was one of the fellow scientists. You've been sending out plans and medical equipment to the people out here."

"What? No it is not it's-"

"I'm sorry." Alex butted in. "I…was trying to do the right thing." They had stared at you. You shook your head. They were quoting you now.

"No no no it was my bag, we switched bags!" Your throat felt like it was closing up and it made your voice shake. "Alex didn't do anything."

Miles was watching both of you with hard eyes. You couldn't tell what he was thinking. "Is this true, Alex?"

They shake their head. "No, she's just trying to take the blame. I know how much trouble I could get into and she found the robot in the trailer. It's mine."

You stare at Alex feeling your heart racing, they stare back at you. "Alex please…tell them-"

Then two gunshots rang out.

#recom miles quaritch x reader #avatar x reader #recom miles quaritch #bby gorl #spicy content #nsfwfanfic #hes just a silly lil guy #:)#cliffhanger

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dumplingsjinson · 8 months

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Aite so like... It's a long post ahead, which is NOT about cat guy. It's about a guy friend I met on Bumble. We'll name him raccoon dude, because he wants a raccoon as a pet. I just wanna see if I'm getting the wrong impression, because I'm getting the vibes that he might like me (and upon telling my friends, they also said the same thing). ...Or maybe he's just really friendly?

To pre-face this, I was still active on those dating apps before me and cat guy decided to just see each other, and I met this guy before me and cat guy became exclusive. I told him straight up that I didn't want anything other than friendship before we met for the first time, because by that point, I knew I wanted to just see cat guy, but I was still on the apps because cat guy was being inconsistent (complained about it on here, too LMAO) so I was still in and out of those apps just in case.

Anyway. I'll try to bullet point why I think he likes me, but why I'm also getting mixed signals:

Why I think he likes me:

We were at the Apple store. I was looking at the green iPhone and was like "I love this colour" and then he was like "Yeah, that colour suits you." So I was like, "Okay, but why does it suit me?" and he answers, "Because it looks nice." So me trying to be playful, I ask him, "So are you saying I look nice" and this motherfucker dead ass says "Yeah." And when I continue to tease him about it, he doesn't say anything but smiles and laughs.

That same day, he forgot his keys, and his roommate had the keys (he has one set of keys) so we went to his home to get it. He let me into his place and we kinda just ended up chilling in his room for hours. I was laying on his bed and using his pillow and everything, and when I went home that night, this man texts me saying, "My pillow smells like your hair mist. It's really nice." And I was like ??? It's funny because I screenshotted the text and recounted the events to my friends and they thought I was talking about cat guy so I'm like newflkewnf

ALSO. I was asking him to unlock his phone so I can use his Spotify and change the music on his Bluetooth speaker, and he straight up showed me his passcode and everything. I asked him if anyone else knew his passcode and he told me me and his roommate are the only people who know his passcode. He also let me scroll through his phone and like... Let's be honest. You wouldn't let a friend do that, probably not even a s/o, would you?

I took a look at his contacts and I'm the only one who has a nickname. Granted, he calls me "Bestie" *insert my irl nickname*, while everyone else doesn't have a nickname. Then again, he had a lot of contacts so I skimmed through the list.

He KEEPS shouting me for things. I'm hanging out with him for his birthday tomorrow and he's literally treating me to this expensive ass buffet which costs like.. $130 per person. And he would not let me pay him back. He keeps paying for things, and when I tell him to give me his bank account details so I can pay him back, he never does. Always says "You can pay me back later" and never brings it up again. I try to shout him where I can but usually he likes to cover the bills.

And get this. He keeps calling me shit like "My love" and "my dear" and "my *insert irl nickname" and he even called my "my baby" at one point, which didn't sit well with me so I told him to never call me that again. He told me calls his friend that and they don't mind it so there's that, I guess.

He compliments me and is overall very sweet to me, and doesn't get annoyed when I'm being flippant with my decisions or being a moody lil bitch.

He also updates me whenever he can't talk, or whenever he's busy and needs to hop off from our conversation for a bit. Even cat guy doesn't do this (not that I mind because I know he doesn't text much, but I'm just pointing that out because like ?? Wtf??).

He'd also say shit like "I miss you" and "I can't wait to see you" and I get that can be platonic but with everything he's done so far... Hm.

Now this is where the mixed signals come in:

There is a girl he likes. It's funny because he doesn't have her under a nickname in his contacts.

He's going through it because of her; she keeps ghosting him, and then coming back, and it's a mess. He wants to confess, but he never does when he says he will, and at this point, I don't know if he ever will. When he talks about her, I can tell he likes her but she also frustrates him greatly.

He met that girl on tinder. It's also funny, because he met that girl on Tinder before he met me on Bumble (like, one to two months before, and by the time we met, he's already been out with her three times or something like that). After me and him met up, he decides to delete his pics on Bumble. His profile is still there, but he's not active on the app anymore. He never deleted his pictures after meeting with that girl but after meeting with me, he decides to delete his pictures? I asked him about it and was like "Did you delete because of the girl you like?" and he was like "Yeah, I guess I did." SO LIKE?? THE FUCK??

I asked him what he wants for his birthday and he's like "My dear best friend, stay by my side for the rest of my life. That's what I want for my birthday."

Man calls me a friend but then does all of that and I'm like ?? SO. WHO DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE?? To be fair, you can like more than one person, but I'm out here like if he does actually like me then I'm gonna be so KLNESLKFNEW because 1) I told him from the start I liked someone else and, 2) CAN I GET A GENUINE GUY FRIEND, damn.

He JUST sent me a meme that says "Me and my homies entering 2024 without achieving a single thing in 2023" with an image of the Tom and Jerry making their merry way across the street, and I'm like "You did achieve something - becoming my bestie" and then he's like "That's the best part of 2023." And I'm like, "But wouldn't meeting the girl you like be the best part?" and he completely dodges my question. SO. THE FUCKK.

We were talking about his new roommate who's moving in tomorrow and I was joking about how I wanted to meet him and shit and man sounds like he's dissuading me from meeting the guy so I'm like... Huh. Not that I want to meet the guy after what he's been telling me but yeah lmfao.

And my friends are like "he likes you, doesn't he?"

And I told my manager about how I'm going to the expensive ass buffet for his birthday and my manager was literally like "...That's a good friend you have 👀" and I was like lknewkfnew GIRLLL-

So yeah. I'm just... Out here? And not the same friend who keeps insisting he likes me being like "Or maybe he could be your glucose guardian" LMFAOOO

We could be reading into this wrong, or maybe he does like me and that other girl but like... I hope I'm wrong lmfao.

#long post #personal #i'm getting mad mixed signals from my guy friend lmfao

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serinemolecule · 1 year

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It turns out the 36 questions to love were originally 40 questions and the questions were slightly different. Quoting the Twitter thread, "study results make a lot more sense now".

They were posted to Twitter as images, so here I am OCRing them to text:

Appendix G:

Ouestions/Tasks for Getting Close

(These were each printed on a separate 3x5 card)

Instructions: Read the first card out loud and do what it asks. Then read the second card, etc. Please don't skip any cards - do each in order. If it asks you a question, share your answer with your partner. Then let him or her share their answer to the same question with you. If it is a task, do it first, then let your partner do it. Alternate who goes first with the reading of each new card. You will probably not finish all the cards in each section with the time allotted.

1. Take four minutes and tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.

2. Tell your partner something that you like about them already.

3. Share with your partner an embarrassing moment in your life.

4. If you were to die this evening with no opportunity to communicate with anyone, what would you most regret not having told someone? Why haven't you told them yet?

5. If you were going to have a personal relationship with your partner, please share what would be important for him or her to know

6. What would constitute a "perfect" evening for you?

REMINDER TO FOLLOW SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS: [Insert card for control group, yes only group, no only group, or yes and no group].

Control Group

At the beginning of today's experiment you and your partner were both given specific instructions. This is a brief reminder for you to keep sharing with your partner and to let them keep sharing with you.

Yes Only Group

At the beginning of today's experiment you and your partner were both given specific instructions.

This is a brief reminder that the best way to get very close to your partner is by saying yes to sharing yourself fully and letting them say yes to sharing with you.

No Only Group

At the beginning of today's experiment you and your partner were both given specific instructions. This is a brief reminder that the best way to not get too close to your partner is by saying no to the degree to which you share with each other.

Yes and No Group

At the beginning of today's experiment you and your partner were given specific instructions. This is a brief reminder that the best way for you to get close to your partner is for you to say yes to fully sharing and that the for the best way for you to not get too close is for you to say no to the degree of sharing that you do.

7. Alternate sharing something you find attractive in your partner; include the way he or she looks, dress and his or her personality. Share a total of 10 items each.

8. For what in your life do you feel most grateful?

9. If you could wake up tomorrow having gained any one ability or quality, what would it be?

10. How close and warm is your family? Do you feel your childhood was happier than most other people's?

11. What is your most treasured memory?

12. What is your most terrible memory?

13. If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or the body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you want?

14. What is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

HALF-HOUR BREAK; CHANGE TO NEXT SET OF CARDS

15. When did you last sing to yourself? To someone else?

16. Is there something that you've dreamed of doing for a long time? Why haven't you done it?

REMINDER TO FOLLOW SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS: At the beginning of today's experiment you and your partner were both given specific instructions to follow. This is just a brief reminder to keep following those instructions. Thank you!

17. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about yourself, your life, the future, or anything else, what would you want to know?

18. Share a personal problem and ask your partner's advice on how he or she might handle it. Also, ask your partner to reflect back to you how you seem to be feeling about the problem you have chosen to share.

19. Name 3 things you and your partner appear to have in common.

20. Would you like to be famous? In what way?

21. If you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? Why?

22. Of all the people in your family, whose death would you find most disturbing? Why?

23. Before making a telephone call, do you ever rehearse what you are going to say? Why?

24. Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire; after saving your loved ones and pets, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any one item. What would it be? Why?

25. Given the choice of anyone in the world, whom would you want as your dinner guest?

HOUR BREAK; CHANGE TO NEXT SET OF CARDS

26. Make 3 true "we" statements each. For instance, "We are both in this room feeling …"

REMINDER TO FOLLOW SPECIFIC INSTRUCTIONS: At the beginning of today's experiment you and vour partner were both given specific instructions to follow. This is just a brief reminder to keep following those instructions. Thank you!

27. Tell your partner what you like about them; be very honest this time saying things that you might not usually say to someone you've just met.

28. What do you value most in a relationship?

29. If you wanted to look very sexy, how would you dress?

30. What roles do love and affection play in your life?

31. Role play with your partner how you would ask them out for a date. Have your partner reflect back to you how it makes them feel to be asked.

32. Complete the sentence: "I wish I had someone with whom I could share …"

33. Pretend you are in a play with your partner. In this particular scene the director has asked you to tell your partner that you are interested in having more than a casual relationship with them; that you are beginning to fall in love with them Your partner will also be pretending with you in this play and they are to tell you how it feels to be asked to move into a more meaningful relationship.

34. Spend three minutes in complete silence with your partner, making only eye contact.

35. When did you last cry in front of another person? By yourself?

36. If you could change anything about the way you were raised, what would it be?

37. How do you feel about your relationship with your mother?

38. Do you have a secret hunch about how you will die?

39. What does love mean to you?

40. What, if anything is too serious to be joked about?

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dystovian · 1 year

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Birthday Candles

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: At 12 AM, Peter becomes a year older. And since you had to learn about this through the lady at the front desk, you opt to making a surprise cake for him! And who else than to get help from none other than the Birthday Boy himself.

Warning(s): Fluff to Angst to Fluff! Post!No Way Home. Nervous!Insecure!Peter Parker

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Hello! It’s been who knows how long but I saw a prompt on Tiktok a day or two ago by @/yourdailywritingprompt and thought why not!

Prompt Rules: Write a scene between two characters who are making something.

1. They both have feelings for each other but haven’t TOLD each other yet.

2. Include a brief (NOT) moment of physical contact.

3. Have on of the characters say “I love you” without saying those words.

Peter Parker is nervous.

The same Peter Parker that is also a crime fighter. The same one who almost held together a ferry using his own raw strength. Who fought against Thanos, not once, but twice. He’s been beaten to the ground too many times to count. He’d even been shot once. And yet, he can’t even bring himself to knock on your door.

He pulls at his fingers and wrings them together, his palms are dribbled in sweat and he’s afraid to even bother wiping them against his jeans in fear of leaving a mark. He’s about a second away from tearing off his sweater when the elevator just ten feet away dings and out you walk.

“Oh! Hey, Peter! Have you been knocking? Sorry to keep you waiting.” You laugh a little to yourself, bundles of groceries hanging from your fingers and even up to your elbow, anything to make one trip. Peter reached out quickly to grab what he can. You smile gratefully and struggle to get to the key in your pocket and to the doorknob but you manage.

“It’s alright, I didn’t knock yet.” An awkward thing between a chuckle and a breath of air leaves past his lips. Trying to cover up his embarrassment to admitting that he just sat there at your door for who knows how long. When you say nothing, he almost sighs in relief and instead helps you to put away your groceries. He’s done this before with you, done things in absolute silence and without a word to the other. Assignments, projects, groceries, dishes, and more.

“Are we still making that cake? You know, that little one for your Dad?” He asks, breaking the silence as he reaches for the top shelf of a cabinet. When you shrug, and awkwardly wave your hands around, he assumes and takes it as a maybe.

“Well, he hasn’t called and told me if he’s actually visiting tomorrow or not. But, I think it’s a safe bet to just make the cake anyway, play it safe! Don’t really want to hear him complain about not having one, either.” The last of your speech is kept at a tight mumble, you loved your Father to the core, didn’t mean he was any less likely to complain all the time. You turn and toss a wink at him though, he’ll always know you’re not serious.

“Oh, Okay. Do you wanna start now? Later?” His questions are muffled as he crouched in front of the fridge, head practically inside and resting against the cold puffs of air to cool his red hot cheeks.

“Pete. You looking for something? You might as well become one with the fridge drawers.” You scoff half heartedly, and roll your eyes as affectionately as one could. He’s been weird ever since you stepped out of the elevator, but he’s also been an awkward guy, so you’ve elected to ignore it.

“Fine! Fine, just hot, is all.” He almost skims his head off a shelf when he first heard you speak, but he clears his throat and pats himself on the back for sounding so composed.

He wasn’t, really.

“Alright then… I could have just opened a window! Your decision, though.” You shrug, brushing off his shaky tone. And continue setting up the supplies needed to make today’s cake.

“‘Kay. I’m done. Oh, so we are starting now?” He peeks over your shoulder, seeing that you didn’t need to answer his earlier question, considering one side of the kitchens counters were covered in a plethora of ingredients, tubes, Tupperware, and who knows what else. Peter is no cook. Let alone a baker.

“Yup. Figured we could finish this up as soon as possible, and maybe get take-out? Watch a movie? I’ve been dying to watch that horror movie everyone’s been talking about.” You raise your brows at him, moving so that your hip rests against the counter top. He smiles at you, leaning against his lower back as well as crossing his arms across his chest.

“Aw, c’mon? The one where the girl basically get half ea-!” He’s stopped abruptly when you slap his shoulder in a movement of panic, eyes widened.

“I don’t know shit about it yet! Don’t spoil, sheesh.” You grumble and turn, grabbing some tubes and pipes and handing them to the man in front of you.

“I’m on icing duty?” He raises a brow, and is almost scared when you whip your head back towards him.

“Your… ‘duty’… is to fill the tubes, okay? You’ll be writing on the cake too since you’ve got the steadiest hands I’ve ever seen. Don’t complain, either, that’s the best part!” You offer a light shove against his bicep with your shoulder, and even throw him a kind smile which he gladly returns both gestures.

While he filled the piping tubes with colored icing, you waste no time in adding and mixing all needed ingredients. You were excited, not only were you spending time with your only friend in New York alone, but your Father will be visiting from Massachusetts in no less than 24 hours!

That’s what you’ve been telling Peter, at least.

Realistically, though, this entire plan has been made just three days ago.

When you had first been buzzed in by the older woman at the front desk — if you could call it that — she greeted you with her usual hug and a sway. You pulled back after a few seconds and ask how everything has been. She’s only legally owned the building a few years now, since her husband had passed. So you took to helping her out every now and then.

“Don’t worry about that, hon’. I’ve got it. You should be worrying about that Peter of yours.” You blushed, but blinked owlishly at her, scared that something was wrong, and maybe you hadn’t seen it.

“W-What? Did something happen?” You asked, hands coming to her forearm in mild fear. She chuckles, raising a brow at you as she shakes her head. You remind her of herself, and Peter is simply a younger version of her past lover. You two were perfect.

“Nothing. Yet. But his birthday, it’s in only four days! And last I checked, he doesn’t get a lot of visitors, he didn’t even have any emergency contacts on his apartment’s rental application. You better be here to celebrate with him.” She ‘tsks’ at you, pulling her arm from your firm grasp, and stepping towards her office door. You had put a hand to your mouth now, sad that it was so close from now, but disappointed Peter hadn’t brought it up.

Since you’d met he had been very closed off. He had his moments where he shared his colorful feelings towards fellow classmates and professors. But he never told you about things like family, friends, or even his birthday.

That leads you to today. August 9th, 8:30 PM. Approximately three hours and thirty minutes away until the clock strikes midnight, and Peter is another year older. You vowed to yourself a few days ago that you’d do something for him. And something told you he wasn’t fond of surprises. So you kept it small, and cute, and prayed to Thor himself this would work.

“Hey? You okay? I’ve been saying your name for forever now.” He drags out the last syllable and even laughs a little to himself. Your head turns to look at him with wide doe eyes, as if you’d been caught doing exactly what you were told not to.

“Sorry, what is it?” You shake your head and turn, taking a break for your aching arms for a second to stop your mixing, putting your full attention to Peter.

“Done!” He grins, and points at the filled tubes with a smug gleam in his chocolate eyes. You twitch, it’s a quick thing, but you have this weird feeling in your stomach urging your legs to move.

You want to hug him.

“Oh, well that’s great! If you want to sit down while I finish up, you can.” You smile nervously, hands squeezing each other just a bit too tightly as you whip back around, hiding the obvious embarrassment on your face from your favorite neighbor.

“No, I can’t make you do that alone. I gotta help, please?” His hands form a prayer as he pleads silently at your side now to help. You give him the side-eye, and a serious look, which doesn’t last long once you break and hand him the directions. You point and tap at what you want him to do, and explain how you’d like it done, he nods, barely looking at the directions, and finally goes on with it.

Before you know it, the batter is poured and ready to be baked in the oven. Peter insists he does this part, large Hello Kitty oven mitts on his hands, and your Mother’s old 90’s ‘Kiss the Chef’ Apron wrapped loosely around his neck and waist. He almost giggles when you have to re-tie it as it almost falls forward onto the ovens door.

“Okay, and now we wait.” You clap, and pat yourself on the back with pride. So far, your plan hasn’t been thwarted! Something that usually happened in the past, plans of yours never seemed to work out the way you’d hope, either being called out on too early, or just falling apart all together. But, this was looking promising, Peter wouldn’t question making a cake for your Father, and unbeknownst to you, he’d never turn this down.

The oven lets out a tune of beeps, and you smile as he runs in to pull it out, rests it on the counter top, and lets it cool. When your timer goes off after an hour and a half, your in your aprons in no time, too giddy to be doing this together, like children.

“Your highness.” You bestow upon him the first step to finishing the cake, which he gladly takes with a bow of his own. When he turns to you, with slight confusion, he asks what should be written.

“Oh! Duh. Okay, Start with just a ‘Happy Birthday’ in cursive. I want to do the Dad part!” You nod, slightly nervous with your tone, but if Pete noticed, he says nothing. Just nods and smiles, like always, and starts. You weren’t lying earlier when you told him he had an incredibly steady hand, yet your still shocked just how smoothly he does this. Even the cursive is perfect, he’s just wonderful.

“Okay. How’s that? I think I messed up a bit at the ‘irth’ part, but no going back, so…” He trails off, eyeing his work, before handing you the piping bag. You take it shakily, and attempt at shielding the cake from Peters view before you roughly pipe in his name. You stop though, turn, and animatedly shoo him from the kitchen like a dog.

“Woah, okay, I’ll go. Performance anxiety?” He laughs awkwardly, a little confused but just assumes you’re afraid you’ll mess up. He leaves quickly, shooting you a playful glare before disappearing to the couch. Your shoulders drop in relief as you take a quick deep breath, and finally steady your hand as much as possible, taking some time to write down the name of the man that has changed you for the better. Anything to make it perfect.

“Pete! M’done! Just gonna clean everything else up and then you can come check it out!” You call to him, and stay silent until you hear his confirmation back. You look at the clock, and realize you’ve got about fifteen minutes to take your sweet time cleaning up before you call him in. You do just that, go as slow as possible, and are surprised when Peter doesn’t seem to notice. Maybe too lost in whatever he’s watching on TV, you don’t care, as long as he stays in the other room.

When you finish, wash your hands quickly, and call out to Peter, you’re a little stunned when you don’t hear him respond, and even more so when he doesn’t appear in the kitchen after a minute. So you tiptoe to the door, and your shocked at the sight of him.

He’s sprawled on his side, body sunken comfortably into the sofa, with a pillow under his head and one hugged to his chest. You almost cry. He’s so calm and relaxed and you know he needs the rest, but you think maybe he can get it after this.

“Hey, Petey, can you wake up for me?” You don’t flinch when he wakes startled, eyes wide and blinking quickly as he tries to figure out if there’s danger. When he realizes there isn’t any, he relaxes softly and throws an arm over his eyes.

“You scared me. Thought something was wrong!” He laughs to himself for a few seconds. Expecting you to tell him why you woke him up, or to apologize. But nothing’s said, he gulps, and is somewhat nervous now, he’s not sure why, but he’s a bit scared to move his arm too.

“Peter.” You whisper softly, and he gets a look at you— hair and silhouette haloed by the large flat screen just behind you, a hand grips the edge of the coffee table that you sit on, with your other hand balancing the cake, candles already stuck in it.

“Little early for the candles, huh?” He sits up now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes quickly before blinking at your strangely encouraging smile. You were acting funny.

“Peter.”

“Mm?” He almost yawns.

“Happy Birthday.” You grin, the hand on the edge of the coffee table comes up to help lower the cake and show him, and his jaw almost drops at the shaky ‘Peter Parker’ written in what could only be described as tame chicken scratch in the same spot where it should say Dad.

Peter Parker is a loser.

Since he’s met you, it’s like he’s developed a rare form of asthma, like you suck up all the air around him and he can barely breathe. Or, maybe he’s allergic to you, he’s always stuttering, and his cheeks and nose go so red, and don’t get him started on the sweaty palms. Yet, he stills comes around. He stops by your place at least three times a week. Sometimes even to see how you were doing, and turning around and quickly entering his own apartment, alone.

Peter has actually saved the world. He’s swinging through the streets of New York City almost every night, and webbing up and knocking out robbers and criminals like it’s nothing. And now, he’s about to start crying in front of you, and he’s terrified he won’t be able to stop.

“You…” He’s staring at the cake, at the unlit candles, and then into your eyes as you bring up a lighter to set them. The flames flicker from the deft silver lighter in your hand, and light the wax wick of the twisted red candles.

“Uhm. Mrs. Ricci told me a few days ago at the front doors. I was a little sad you didn’t tell me, but, I figured there was a reason. So I thought I’d do a small surprise, and we could have the cake together, maybe a sleepover?” You eventually turn your words into a rant, but he’s still staring and blinking. He’s yet to realized you’ve stopped until you clear your throat.

“Mrs. Ricci, told you?” He gulps, ignoring almost everything after that. You nod, and furrow your brows, you’re nervous now. Scared you crossed some unspoken boundaries.

“I..I’m so sorry. I had a feeling you didn’t like surprises but I figured this would be okay! Oh gosh, okay this is embarrassing, look, keep the cake-“

“Stop. No, it’s okay. I’m just..” His eyes are watering, and you finally take a good look at him, face dropping at the shine in his eyes due to the flashing bright television behind you. You blow out the candles quickly, before placing the cake beside you in concern. Hands reaching out gently to hold his hands on his knees.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, so gentle that the tears start to fall, landing upon his shirt as he blinks and blinks at you. Face and eyes scrunched up in what you could only guess was pain.

“It’s nothing. Nothing.” He gets it out, barely, before he feels you stand, dropping his hands. He’s disappointed for a second, scared he ran you out. You were going to leave, cause he was a loser.

“Oh, Pete.” You breathe, and step forward between his knees, arms reaching down to squeeze his shoulders. He wastes no time in burying his face in your stomach, letting everything out from the past year and a half of living here.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to be sad I didn’t tell you. I just haven’t celebrated it in a while. I didn’t know if you’d want to know.” His voice is breaking, and stomping all over your heart.

“Of course I’d want to, Peter. You’re my best friend! It doesn’t matter anyway, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t get over! It’s your choice at the end of the day, and I’m happy to celebrate it with you now.” His heart pumps faster when he hears you call him your best friend.

“Thank you.” He mumbles, muffled by the fabric of your graphic tee.

“No worries. Ready for the candles?” You ask, pulling back and smiling as he looks up at you, hands coming to rest on the sides of his face. He nods, hands trying to stay stuck to you as long as possible as you sit back down and re light the candles.

“No singing.” He murmurs, which elicited a sharp laugh from you. You weren’t laughing at him by any means, you just thought it was cute and endearing.

“Okay, okay.” You smile widely, ear to ear sincerely. “Happy Birthday, Peter Parker.”

The candles are blown out. And the second you place the cake back down and begin to clap as silently as possible (for the sake of your neighbors), Peter leans forward and hugs you this time. Arms wrapping tightly around your back, where his fingers rub circles into your sides.

“Can we sleep, eat this in the morning?” He asks, eyes closed as he takes in what will now be one of his favorite memories. You hug back, nod, and slide your hand over the back of his head and over his hair. Butterflies flutter and crash into each other in his stomach, and he’s sure he might pass away right then and there.

He goes into your room and sets up his blankets on the floor, opting to sleep in your room tonight instead of the couch like usual. But when you return, standing in the doorway with a fond smile upon your lips, he stares.

He’s sure the butterflies are about to burst from him when you grab his hand and lead him to bed. There, the both of you fall asleep on your sides, staring at each other.

Maybe he could learn to like his birthday again.

#marvel x reader #peter parker x reader #mcu #marvel #spiderman #spider-man #spiderman x reader

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Twenty One

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Nipple play, Javi has a praise kink, lots of feels.

Nipple Play & Praise Kink (1.1k)

Initially the little package you were holding had been for you, the clamps had a delicate rose gold painted chain on each one with little white cubic zirconium gems throughout it, the strength of the clamp was enough that you could feel it but not enough to hurt. But over you time here you’d learned that Javi had sensitive nipples, he really enjoyed it when you played when them, and the idea of putting these on him had its appeal.

But you also thought about getting him his own.

Finding an adult shop on the Cayman Isles was much easier than you thought, luckily, and Javi was still very distracted in his video call with Nic and two other actors pre-selected who had agreed to take on their roles for the film. The mock-up scripts were in work but the team had enough to begin choosing a cast, from what he’d said, and you sent him a text about wanting to buy something before grabbing his keys.

Sometimes it was still jarring that he trusted you with vehicles he owned or rented, since they were always luxury, but the weirdness of driving them on your own was almost gone completely; it wasn’t like you didn’t trust him with your car. The comfort you felt being with him, how fast the two of you seemed to be moving, might have scared you if he was anyone else. But even long distance you were able to learn about him, the little details said over screens and whispered on the phone lines when neither of you wanted to go to bed.

You loved him, you knew you wanted to be with him, so delaying it felt… silly.

Even if he lost everything tomorrow, you’d still love him, his possessions and money didn’t make him your Javi, he was a good man and you wanted to giving him a reason to smile every day for the rest of his life.

By the time you’d gotten what you wanted, and a few other things, you were sure Javi would be either done or close to done with his call; right as you parked and headed inside you heard the sound of the chair legs scraping on wood and Javi’s excited footsteps as he scampered out of the office. You couldn’t -and didn’t- fight the smile at his golden retriever energy as Javi hurried down the stairs, caging you in his arms and kissing you silly.

“I take it something good happened?”

Javi’s eyes were so bright as he stepped back, bouncing on the balls of his feet and fidgeting, reaching out to take your hand and pull you up the stairs with him. The fact that he hadn’t said anything was the proof you needed that it was great, that if he tried to articulate it the best you’d get would be random noises of glee, and Javi sat you down in the chair to point at the screen.

You set the small bag down off to the side of the chair so he wouldn’t go snooping, turning your focus to the point of excitement.

Not only did the three pre-selected actors he’d wanted agree to star in his role but he had the director and team that he wanted, you knew exactly why he was like this, and Javi captured your face in his hands as you jumped out of the seat to kiss him.

“I’m so proud of you, cariño! I knew you’d be able to negotiate this, you’re so talented and passionate and everyone knows it.” Javi’s face went ruddy under your praise and you rubbed your nose to his before grabbing the sides of his button down and nuzzling into him more. Javi was clinging to you and a part of you recognized him as trying to fight how excited he was over this personal win, likely close to exploding with joy.

In the past he’d been forced to keep his reactions at a ‘respectable’ level.

But the past was the past for a reason.

“My creative,” a kiss to his cheek as you pushed him back toward his desk chair, “hard working,” his body collapsing into it and pulling you down into his lap, “sweet,” his hands grabbed at your hips as your knees bracketed his hips, “media naranja.” The soft whimper that left him made you smile against his mouth and lean back, carding your fingers through his soft curls and make sure that he couldn’t hide from your praise.

You felt him getting hard under you, felt the effect you had on him when you showered him with the compliments he deserved, and Javi was trying to capture your mouth in a kiss to hush you. He didn’t expect your fingers to drag down his chest, catching his nipples and making him whine, but you couldn’t help how you squealed when he suddenly pushed you onto the desk. His tablet was moved from under your butt and you could tell he was planning on getting his mouth on you, he had promised every room in this house would be fair game.

Before he could you slid off the desk and snatched the bag up, wagging a finger at him.

“Not yet, handsome boy, I got something for you first.”

Watching as Javi’s hands clenched as he sat in the chair, face flushed and hair mussed in a way that made him look debauched when you hadn’t even made him cum yet, made you feel like this was going to be something you saw often. You had every intention of praising him liberally and often. Javi’s eyes were watching as you grabbed the fancy box from the black bag, it looked like a bracelet box but inside were nipples clamps for him. They matched yours almost exactly, you’d brought them with you to see if you could find similar, though his lacked the gemstones you had plenty of chain to play with.

Javi swallowed thickly as you stripped out of your clothes and set them carefully on the nearby chair, his own shirt tossed aside and his pants following, but he moaned so pretty when you put the first clamp on him after kissing his nipple gently. Watching his cock bob against his stomach as you teased his other nipple with your tongue, the feeling of his hands gripping your biceps gently, it made you smile before carefully fastening the other clamp.

“Please, ride me Solecita. Fuck, want to feel you-“

His plea became a low, throaty, desperate sound when you instead sank to your knees and licked up his shaft with the flat of your tongue. The chain on the clamps was long enough for you to reach comfortably, especially sitting down like this, and Javi fucked up into your mouth when you tugged after sliding your lips around the head of him.

“Don’t worry cariño, I’ll ride you, but first I want to have some fun.”

His desperate mewl made it all the better when you took him in your mouth and tugged, he was so sensitive that it made you wonder just how fast you could make him cum like this.

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#kinktober 2022 #javi g x f!reader #javi gutierrez x f!reader #cw nipple play #cw praise kink #cw smut #cw oral sex #chaoticwrites #these two just have lots of feelings

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