he got squeezed by elevator doors

a stroke of fuck | four

pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader, baekhyun x reader
genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, smut, angst, fluff, series
summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

A/N: she’s here and she’s pt.3′s wilder sister + all teams are iN THIS !!!! sit comfortably and get a lil drink and snack cos its reaaaaaaaaaalllly long the smut isnt that good btw

Originally posted by blondejongin

The number you are calling cannot take your call ri-

You let out an extended groan of surrender after your fifth attempt to call Sehun. Your countless texts over the previous two hours left unanswered, left on read. It was ridiculous, why were you so caught up in hoping some man-whore didn’t have his feelings hurt over you letting his friend shove his dick in you? 

Pulling your left arm off the bed, you let your body fall. The mattress bounced your body up a few times giving you involuntary vivid memories of Jongin holding your legs in place while his thick dick ripped you apart. You licked your lips and closed your eyes over his lewd action of spitting in your mouth and pulling your hair, a sexual act of dominance that you weren’t ashamed of loving.

How did Sehun find out any way? Unless Jongin told him, no, he couldn’t have. You rolled around on the bed trying to simultaneously forget about Sehun’s anger, that was currently scaring you enough to drain you of energy, but also figure out how he even knew. 

He fucked your friend, you fucked his. Who knew? Maybe his dick had been in everyone except you. You rolled your eyes, he didn’t own you, you could do whatever and whoever you wanted. Just like he can.

As you rolled onto your stomach, you lifted your left leg up to give you more comfort. Your skirt lifted up and exposed your bare skin to the warm, summer air filling your room. 

That’s when your eyes widened.

Your panties.

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The Tower - Chapter 5

The Tower: An Avengers Fanfic

Chapter 5

Chapters: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven /

Word Count: 2690

Warnings: Tony being Tony, some mild sexual language

Synopsis: Clint decides that it’s time for Elly to meet Tony.

Author’s Note: Co-written with @emilyevanston

Chapter 5 - Genius, Billionaire, Philanthropist

I got a call a few days after playing never have I ever with Clint telling me to come meet him at the Avengers tower.  I had to teach that morning, but I came out just after.  Clint was waiting in the lobby trying to look completely indiscreet, but failing miserably.  I skipped over to him and kissed his cheek.   “What’s up, bird friend?”  I asked.

Clint chuckled and shook his head.  “You’re a complete dork you know that?”  He said taking my elbow and leading me to the elevator.

“So I’ve been told,”  I answered.

We got into an elevator by ourselves.  Someone else tried to get in behind her but Clint gave her such a murder look she faltered and stepped back out again.

“It’s time for you to meet Tony.”  He said when the doors closed.

I stepped back from him and fidgeted on the spot.  “Okay,”  I said, nervously.

Clint took my hand and squeezed it.  “Remember, this isn’t a challenge.  You don’t have to force yourself into a relationship.  You shouldn’t do that.  All you need to do is be open to things if this is something you’re interested in.  Maybe for you and Tony, you’re just friends.  But if he doesn’t approve you, we can’t really move forward from here, because this is what Nat and I have.  You understand?”

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Hwang Minhyun “Bad Boy” Scenario
  • your landlord warned you about your new neighbors, how one of them came from a family who was known for being involved in shady businesses and lobbying
  • so you always kept your distance but would frequently see him when you’d leave to go to work
  • he’d usually be talking with his friends by one of their cars and would glance up to look at you (gif below)
  • you had to admit you were a bit intimidated by him but you also didn’t want to judge him purely by what you knew about his family plus you thought he was super good looking so you would always return his glance with a small smile
  • and some days you’d be coming home from a long day at work only to end up riding the elevator with this same boy who would always make sure to hold open the doors for you
  • eventually, you would always recognize each other when you would bump into him around your apartment building and you’d always just share a smile and nothing more
  • but one day you’re taking the trash out of your apartment to the dumpster around the back of the building, when it starts to rain
  • and you start cursing to yourself when suddenly you see that your neighbor was also taking out the trash and was in the same predicament as you were so you start laughing and so does he
  • once you get inside, he runs his fingers through his hair to dry it out a bit and you squeeze the water out of yours
  • and you two followed the same routine, going into the elevator, not a single word exchanged
  • but once it got to your floor and you made your way out of the double doors, you heard him speak for the first time “wait!”
  • you turned around, obviously surprised that you two were finally talking “i’m minhyun”
  • “i’m y/n, nice to meet you”
  • you saw minhyun open his mouth as if he was about to say something, when the elevator doors closed
  • you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself over the k-drama moment that had just happened and you spent the rest of the night thinking about your neighbor minhyun who you’d just talked to for the first time
  • that morning, you didn’t see minhyun outside which wasn’t super surprising considering you two only ran into each other a few times a week, but you couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed
  • but when you got on the bus (which the stop was luckily right outside of your building) you looked out the window to see minhyun running out, frantically looking around as if he was looking for someone… maybe you?
  • so once you got home from work, you looked around, hoping that maybe minhyun would be coming home too
  • but after waiting for a few minutes, you gave up and just pressed the button to call the elevator down
  • and as you got on the elevator and pressed the button for your floor you saw minhyun come inside, looking around, so you quickly pressed the “open door” button until he saw you and went in the elevator
  • you both stood there silently for maybe 10 seconds, and being slightly shy around him, you found yourself waiting for him to initiate the conversation
  • “so how was your day?” minhyun asked, turning his head so he was looking at you
  • “i-it was good” you said, clearing your throat “how about you?”
  • “yeah my day was good too” he said, looking down at his feet
  • and neither of you could muster up the courage to say anything more so you stayed silent until you were at your floor
  • “goodnight, y/n” he said, ears a little bit red, still avoiding your eyes
  • “goodnight, minhyun” you smiled as you stepped outside
  • but as the doors began to close minhyun put his hand on one side so the doors opened up again “y/n i… i think you’re really beautiful and i was wondering, would you be free anytime maybe for a cup of coffee?”
  • “yes! i mean yeah, sure, um, ill see you tomorrow at 7? outside of the buildling?”
  • “okay, 7, tomorrow, outside. ill see you then” he said before letting the elevator close
  • the next day all you could think about was your date with minhyun and how excited/nervous you were
  • and also you’d completely forgotten about the fact that he came from a family known for lobbying hmm…
  • well that is until you went outside, looking for minhyun when you spotted him talking to (or more like arguing with) two men dressed in black suits
  • “tell him i don’t want to see him” minhyun raised his voice “my affairs with him are over.”
  • “sir, he requested that we bring you over under whatever circumstances it may be.”
  • “i have a very important meeting right now that i can’t miss, i’ll go later”
  • “i’m sorry but that can’t be done. you have to come with us right now”
  • you were unsure of whether or not you should interfere and let minhyun know you were there when he spotted you and quickly motioned for you to go back inside
  • you spent the night glancing outside of your window to see if any cars would come by, in hopes that minhyun would come out of one of them, but the street stayed silent, at least until midnight
  • thats when you saw a black van swerve by and push what looked like minhyun’s body, outside of the vehicle and onto the side walk
  • you gasped and quickly went down, dialing 911 in the process as you could tell that minhyun definitely needed to go to the hospital
  • “minhyun!” you yelled as you rushed over to him, carefully placing his head on top of your jacket
  • “y/n…” he said weakly “i’m sorry…. sorry… that i couldn’t…. today…. i….” 
  • you told him to stop talking as he needed to stay conscious while he could and stop using so much of his energy trying to talk to you
  • the ambulance quickly arrived along with police officers, helping lift him up onto a gurney so he could be safely transported to the hospital
  • after you explained what happened to the police officers, they let you go to the hospital to visit minhyun, so of course you did right away
  • he was still unconscious after getting taken care of, so you sat by his bedside until you found yourself falling asleep
  • “y/n…. y/n….” you woke up at the sound of someone calling your name, and you rubbed your eyes to see minhyun looking at you with curious eyes
  • “why are you here?”
  • “you were really hurt, and i needed to make sure you were okay”
  • “you barely know me though” he let a small smile escape his lips
  • “come on minhyun, after months of small glances and silent interactions, i think that i can say i know you at least a little bit” you said as you adjusted his blanket
  • “i guess you’re right. but promise me ill get that date once im out of here, okay?”
  • “okay, i promise”
  • you and minhyun started dating as if you had known each other for ages
  • there was a certain familiarity between you two, as if you had been lovers in a past life, and you got along like peanut butter and jelly
  • your favorite dates were to museums, where you would catch minhyun taking photos of you instead of the art, and he would spend more time observing you instead of the paintings and sculputres
  • or sometimes you’d just sit on the couch drinking from juice boxes and watching tv classics like Friends, The Office, and Parks & Rec 
  • and you found out that although minhyun was inevitably in some bad business due to his family, he was an extremely kind and caring person unlike all of the rumors about him
  • and your routines never changed, you would still see each other before mornings, and at night when you’d ride the elevator up together, and you would kind of feel like you’d wish you’d gotten to know minhyun sooner
  • and he would always thank himself for having mustered up the courage to talk to you that one day in the elevator, because it had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made, talking to the girl that he would find was his soulmate

Originally posted by lookgoodkpop

A Week- Poly! Hamilsquad x Reader x Southern! Democratic Republicans

A/N: The project that’s taken weeks to write, it’s finally done! This is just a little bit of a preview of a series I want to write? Kind of a prequel or introduction? But this took me so long, hope you enjoy!


“I’m home,” Y/N called, kicking off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door. She swung off her coat and hung it on the hook, smiling as one of her boys appeared around the corner and held out his arms. Snuggling into Herc’s chest she finally felt at home.

“Hi, baby,” he whispered.


He leaned down and kissed her softly, cute and gentle and sweet. He looked at her with so much adoration that she felt her cheeks heat up the tiniest bit. Laf walked over and joined the hug with a grin. She separated from Hercules and kissed Lafayette’s cheek.

“How was work?”

She let out a huff. “More gossip, more rumors, more writing to be done.”

Alex laughed, coming through the front door behind her and kissing both Laf and Herc’s cheeks. “Don’t I know it.”

John was last, practically running around the corner and into his girlfriend’s arms. “BABY GIRL!”

“John!” she said, teasing him with the same amount of enthusiasm and kissing him. “Get any sketches done?”

He smiled proudly and showed her his colorful hands. “Paintings, actually.”

“I hope you didn’t do it on my desk again.” Y/N groaned playfully. When he looked down sheepishly she frowned. “John, you promised!” When he kissed her again, she shook her head. “Fine, just clean it up, ‘kay?”

“Anything for you, baby girl,” he announced, kissing her one more time before moving on to Alex.

Laf pulled her back against his chest. “I do love having you here, mon cheri.”

“It’s great to be here, Laf.”

“Then don’t leave!” John said, bouncing a bit. Y/N giggled as Alex nodded.

“Yeah, don’t go back to Thomas, he doesn’t need you, we do!”

“Aw, Alex,” Y/N teased, leaning over and kissing his cheek. “Can’t leave my other boys alone- but, for tonight, I’m yours.”


Thomas held her close against his chest. “No, I don’t wanna share you!”

“Baby,” Y/N cooed, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “Don’t you want to see Aaron and Jemmy?”

Thomas frowned. “Fine. But we better not run into Hamilton on our way out.”

She stood up and brushed off her legs with a scowl. “Thomas, you know I need to check on Alex before I go.”

He sighed dramatically as he stood and kissed her cheek. “I’m not going to talk to him.”

“I didn’t expect you to,” Y/N said with a giggle and lacing her fingers with his. Thomas slung her work bag over his shoulder and held her stack of books and papers with his free hand. Y/N had a brown paper bag clutched tightly in her hand. She stopped at Alexander’s office, letting Jefferson stand off to the side, and rapped lightly on the door.

“Come in,” Hamilton called. She entered with a smile. “Y/N, darling!”

She set the bag on his desk as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her for a moment. He laid his forehead against hers and kissed her once more, hands roaming her body. She playfully pushed him away.

“Alex, it’s not your day,” she sang. Alex rolled his eyes before she handed him the bag. “Here.”

“A present?” he teased, quirking an eyebrow and beginning to open it.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “A meal. I know you, you won’t be home until midnight and by the time you finish writing you wouldn’t have had time to eat, and it’ll be too late. I made your favorite.”

He smiled at the Tupperware and kissed her again. “Thanks, sweetheart. Love you. Are you going to check on John?”

She nodded. “Yep, if Thomas stops acting like a child.” She raised her voice at the end, making sure Jefferson could hear her.

“HEY!” he called back to them.

She kissed Alex one more time before walking away. “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, darling.”

Y/N walked out the door, giving him one last look, reminding him to eat his meal, and closed the door. Thomas had his arms crossed and was wearing a pout.

“You didn’t say you’d be in there for that long!”

“Come on, we still have to give John his meal, then we can go home.”

Jefferson groaned but gave no protest. After checking up on Laurens, Y/N and Jefferson got in the car. Thomas placed all of her things carefully in the back and slid into the driver’s seat, squeezing her hand. Once home, he parked the car in the garage and grabbed her bag.

“I can carry that, you know,” Y/N told him, stepping into the elevator with their fingers laced.

Thomas rolled his eyes as the elevator rose. “I only get to see you every other day, darling, I’m not letting you work hard while I’m around.”

She smiled and took out her keys, holding open the door for her boyfriend, making him frown at her briefly before entering.

“James!” Thomas exclaimed happily, setting down the bag and stepping into Madison’s arms. Y/N grinned at them before walking towards James and pulling him away for a moment to hug him.

“Missed you, sweetheart,” James said softly, pulling her into a small kiss. “Are you staying the night?”

She smiled. “Yep, don’t want to miss an opportunity to talk with my favorite boy.”

“You tell that to all your boys,” someone else said with a teasing tone. Y/N turned around and walked into Aaron’s arms, kissing his cheek as he wasn’t one for lots of physical contact.

“Yes, but I only mean it with you,” she cooed, rubbing his back and snuggling into his shoulder. Thomas and James quickly joined in, not wanting to be left out. Cuddled between three of her boys, there was no place she’d rather be.


“Wednesday’s movie night,” Hercules called, stepping into the apartment with arms full of movies. “We have one each of everyone’s favorites, we don’t have time for everything, we’re watching 2 movies so get your arguments ready!”

Alex jumped up from the couch. He had previously had Y/N’s feet on his legs as she sat in John’s lap, but he quickly pushed them off so he could begin to scream. “We have to watch The Little Mermaid!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You love that movie more than you love me!”

John rubbed her shoulders and kissed her neck from behind. “He doesn’t love the movie, N/N, it’s Ariel he’s in love with.”

“Great.” she chuckled. “That’s better.”

Laf entered through the door behind Herc, carrying 3 large boxes of pizza. He set the food down and smiled, coming into the living room and holding out his arms.

“I’m home, mon cheris!”’

John jumped off the couch and barrelled into Laf’s arms. “Please don’t let Alex choose The Little Mermaid again, Laf, don’t you love me?” Laurens gave his best puppy eyes.

“Aw, mon amour, it’s beyond my control!” Lafayette kissed the top of his head and opened his arms to Y/N. She stepped into them, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly.

“Glad you’re home,” she whispered into his hair.

“Glad you’re here,” he replied softly, kissing her again.

“But please, Laf, don’t let him choose again!”

Gilbert laughed. “I’ll do my best.”


“Where are we going?”

Thomas pulled Y/N more tightly against his chest. “Well, we can do Chinese, Japanese, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Italian- or we can just run to the store and get another frozen meal.”

Y/N shifted a bit in his lap. “Okay, and when is Aaron coming home?”

“Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.” Thomas poked her nose, making her pout. After she gave him her dinner order he kissed her. “Aaron will be home any minute, and James should be up from his nap soon.”

Sure enough, only a few moments later Madison wandered out of the bedroom and came into the living room. He smiled at the two.

“Thanks for letting me rest, I feel much better.” James sniffed and settled next to them on the couch. Thomas took his hand and Y/N leaned over to kiss his cheek. Madison frowned. “Y/N, you’ll get sick!”

“And I’ll have you to take care of me,” she finished, kissing him on the lips.

“I’m home,” Aaron called, walking in. “I brought home enough ingredients for Thomas to make mac and-”

“MAC AND CHEESE!” Thomas exclaimed, shaking Y/N a bit. “Guys, Aaron is my favorite person ever!”

Y/N rolled her eyes and got off of Thomas, kissing Aaron’s forehead. “What have I told you about spoiling the children.”

“Sorry, darling,” Aaron replied, smiling.


She snuggled into Herc’s chest. “I don’t wanna go to sleep.”

He kissed the top of her head. She smiled as John rubbed her shoulders. “Why not, sweetheart?”

“‘Cause tomorrow I have to leave you again.”

“Yeah,” Alex piped up from John’s other side. “Why not stay?”

Laf smiled. “Come on, mon amour.” He reached for Y/N’s hand and squeezed it over Hercules. “Then you get to go and hang out with Thomas and James and Aaron!”

She grinned back. “Yeah. And then Sunday I’ll be back. Okay, goodnight.”


“You shouldn’t snuggle with me, Y/N,” James reminded his girlfriend, watching with a fond smile as she moved closer to him.

“You’re always sick, cuddling has never killed me before!”

Madison shook his head. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Aaron came in shortly, finding his spot at Y/N’s other side and spooning her. “Goodnight. Thomas will be in soon.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s almost as bad as Alex, I doubt he’ll be here at all.”

“You have so little faith in me!” Jefferson piped up, coming in with an easy smirk on his face. “I’m here, aren’t I?”


She took the pregnancy test between her hands, studying it slowly. She felt her vision go a bit blurry, her world crashing around her.

It was positive.

Need You Tonight.

This was not requested, but I had a sudden idea, so I just started writing. It is set right after the attack on Borussia Dortmund on the day of their first game against Monaco.

The bathtub moment was inspired by this scene from Pretty Woman.


I remember all the details of that day.
I remember that - just minutes before Melissa was supposed to pick me up - I was in the bedroom, frantically searching for the jersey my boyfriend Roman had given to me.
I looked through the big closet twice, then I gave up. Instead of the jersey, I just put on a yellow blouse, so at least I would be wearing club colors.
After a glance in the mirror and to my wild hair, I sighed and reached for my hairbrush.
That was when the phone rang.

I saw Melissa’s name on the display, and quickly picked up.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, I’ll need five more minutes, my hair is a complete mess. You can just come inside, okay?”
Melissa remained quiet for a few seconds. Then she drew a shaky breath.
“There's…”, she began, but broke off again. Another deep breath.
“Melissa? Are you alright?”
“Yeah”, she managed, then her voice broke. “There’s been an incident. With the team bus.“

My heart dropped to my stomach, and I immediately asked for details she didn’t have.
She didn’t know about the cause of the accident, not about injuries.
The only thing she could tell me was that nobody had died.
This did ease some of the aching worry, but the unknown was still there.
I put down my brush without using it and threw my hair in a top knot while racing down the stairs to meet Melissa outside in her car.
I just wanted to see if Roman was fine.

In silence, we drove to the hotel where the team was staying at.
Police were everywhere, along with several ambulances.
It took us a while to get in, because security wanted to check our ID’s.
Then, there they were. Players and paramedics, staff of both the team and the hotel. Thomas Tuchel was on his phone, but he saw us and ended the call while approaching us.
“Roman is over there”, he said without wasting time on a hello. “Melissa, please come with me.”

She looked so worried that I considered staying with her, but then I saw Roman.
I let go of Melissa and immediately started walking over to him. He was sitting on the floor with his back against a couch and he had his face buried in his arms. A paramedic was crouching beside him with a waterbottle in her hand, talking to him.
He didn’t look up when I reached him and touched his shoulder.
“Roman”, I said softly. “It’s me.“
He still didn’t look up, but upon hearing my voice, he grabbed for my hand. I sank to my knees and allowed him to pull me into a tight hug.

His face found its way to my neck, and with a slight shock, I could feel hot tears against my skin.
“Oh Roman”, I whispered, and pulled him even closer. As he cried, I stroked his hair like you would with a child.
Over his head, I caught the paramedic’s eyes, and I raised my eyebrows, hoping she would give me the answers I was looking for. She understood.
“There was a minor bomb explosion.“
My heart sank and I looked around. How many did get injured?

Again, the paramedic understood me without having to hear my question.
“There were almost no injuries. But they sent a guy named Marc to the hospital.“
I closed my eyes. That’s why Tuchel had taken Melissa aside.
“Your boyfriend was sitting next to him”, the paramedic continued, successfully regaining my attention. “But he won’t let anyone examine him. He says he’s fine.”
I looked down at Roman, who was - at least emotionally - definitely not fine.
“Roman“, I said. “Please, look at me.”

When he didn’t react, I cupped his face and gently pulled it away from my neck.
His face was wet, his eyes wide open. He didn’t seem to realize what was going on.
“Roman, can you hear me?”, I asked.
One, two seconds passed, then he nodded.
“Are you hurt?”
That was when he spoke. “It’s Marc. Are they treating him? Marc is hurt.”
“Yes”, I assured him. “He is in the hospital right now. They are taking care of him.”
He looked at me for a moment, then he released a deep breath. “Okay.”

Then, without a warning, new tears spilled from his eyes.
“It should’ve been me. I should’ve taken the window seat, I could’ve stopped it…”
“Roman”, I whispered and looked him in the eyes. “There was nothing you could do.”
He shook his head, which I had still in my hands. “I…”
“Roman”, I said. “Marc is being treated. But I need to know if you are hurt.”
“No”, he said immediately. “I'm… fine.”
I gripped his face a little harder. “Please let the paramedic look at you. Marc is taken care of. Now they need to know if the rest of the team is okay. Everyone is being examined.”

Roman looked at me, then around. Paramedics were examining players and staff who had been on the bus.
“Okay”, he said eventually. I helped him get up and sit on the couch. He seemed more alert now and was ready to answer the paramedic’s questions.
I looked around too. Melissa had obviously left for the hospital, but the entire team seemed to be here. Closest to me was Nuri, who looked physically fine, but distressed, like my boyfriend.
He noticed me looking at him and smiled weakly. I smiled back, but was now more worried. What were these boys now emotionally carrying?

I looked at my phone to see if there was a message from Melissa concerning Marc, but nothing.
When I looked back up, Tuchel was approaching. He exchanged a few words with the paramedic, then he crouched down in front of the couch.
“I’m sorry”, he began. “But some powerful people in the UEFA headquarters decided that since nobody died, we have to play tomorrow.”
“What?”, I said in disbelief.
“Yes.” Tuchel glanced at Roman, who reached for my hand. “Marc won’t be able to. He broke his hand.”

Roman squeezed my hand hard but nodded.
Tuchel rose and touched Roman’s shoulder. “I suggest you go up to your room and try to get some rest. I’m sorry, but my hands are tied.”
Roman nodded again and got up.
Tuchel now addressed me. “You go with him and try to do damage control. I have to go check on the rest of my boys.”
“Okay”, I said and lead Roman to the elevators, taking his bag with me. He pushed the right button when I asked him to, but it was like he was sleepwalking.
I took the key card from his hands and opened the door for him.

He walked past me into the room, and stopped in front of the couch, but he didn’t sit down. He just stood there.
That was when it hit me. I could’ve lost him today.
If the person who placed the bomb had been a little more accurate, if it had been Roman in the window seat instead of Marc…
I quickly walked over to Roman and threw my arms around him. He pulled me close and I buried my face in his chest, where I was able to hold back the tears. I couldn’t cry. He needed me.

After a few deep breaths I felt safe enough to look up at him.
He looked me in the eyes, his face an unreadable expression.
Then, without any warning, he bent down and his lips crashed against mine. He was hectic, his lips were moving fast, and his touch became desperate.
I let him do as his hands slid down my back and grabbed my behind, and I willingly lifted my arms when he pulled up my yellow blouse. He struggled with my bra clasp but eventually managed to open it. His hands were on my breasts the same time his lips left my mouth.

He planted rough kisses on my neck, before he opened his mouth and sucked hard. It was painful, but I said nothing.
His teeth however made me gasp.
“Ow”, I said quietly, and Roman immediately pulled away.
“I’m so sorry”, he stammered and pulled me into a hug, my naked breasts pressed against his toned body. Ever so quick, he let go of me again.
“I’m sorry baby girl. I won’t touch you anymore.”
“Roman”, I whispered. “It’s okay. It’s okay, come here.”

My arms were there to welcome him back, but he was a sleepwalker again.
So I took him by the arm and guided him to the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and put some soap in the bathtub for a bubble bath. Then I helped Roman out of his clothes.
Normally, this was an extreme turn on for me, being able to see more and more of his beautiful body. But not today. Not with his eyes so far away.
I took off the rest of clothes too and slid into the comfortably warm water.
“Come”, I said and held out a hand for him to take.

He hesitated for a moment, then he took it and got into the bathtub in front of me.
His back sunk against my chest and his head got to a rest next to my cheek.
We’d taken baths together before, but normally he was behind me, and it was a steamy affair. Now it felt like he was a child and I could comfort him with my embrace.
His hands dropped down to search for mine, and he brought them together in front of his chest.
I turned my head so I could place a tender kiss to his neck, and that was when I finally felt his whole body relax against mine.

And he told me everything: “We were just getting ready to leave. Marc was sitting next to me on the window seat. When we heard… the bomb go off, we didn’t know what it was. But we all ducked. We stayed down, we didn’t know if there was more to come. Finally we were told to get off the bus. Marc seemed fine at first, I think it was the adrenaline. But then he suddenly wasn’t. They took him to an ambulance and sent him off. We were brought back to the hotel. Tuchel was making one phone call after the other… He was trying to get us more time.” He squeezed my hands. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

“Of course I will”, I assured.
“Thank you”, he mumbled and sighed. “I should be strong for you.”
“No”, I said. “You can be strong for your team tomorrow. But tonight, I’ll be strong for you.”
Again, Roman squeezed my hands, but he said nothing. He just drew a shaky breath, and I knew he was crying again.
I was glad he couldn’t see my face, because I was crying too now, despite wanting to be the strong one.
I said nothing more. I just held him in my arms and surrounded him with my touch and my love.

Hoping time would be able to heal.

Morgan Rielly - Part 23

Long af but I like it! I’m soooooo excited for the next few parts! *heart eyes*

The rest of the road trip passes without a lot less drama. We return to Toronto with a winning record for the trip and with high spirits. A small part of me has been dreading the return back home to Toronto, away from my apartment I’ve been busy and my mind hasn’t had a lot of chances to delve into what’s happened the last week and a half.

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a stroke of fuck | two

pairing: sehun x reader, jongin x reader, yixing x reader
genre: fuckboy!au, college!au, angst?, series
summary: there was good in the world to balance the bad, but when it comes to boys are they good for anything except breaking hearts and causing trouble?

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5

A/N: I started a sentence with but which goes against 2 entire years of english language courses but nothings real so its okay

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Sehun [13:27]: hurry up
Sehun [13:27]: theyre so boring
Sehun [13:28]: come save me 😥

Your heart thumped loudly in your chest as you read the incoming flood of messages while walking down the street.

Jongin [13:29]: ur still in the gc loser
Yixing [13:29]: sehuns boring us Y/N 😒
Yixing [13:30]: come save the better looking boys

It was odd, very odd indeed, how you melded into an unlikely group of friends. Unnatural you would call it, how the people you’d avoided the most made you the most comfortable. Sure your initial shyness was still evident, how could it not when they would throw harmless comments around about how they found you attractive. How could you not be reserved when the boys of your fantasies casually flirted with you?

From the moment you received the goodnight message from Yixing, the butterflies and the adrenaline from a new experience never truly left you. At times you’d become submerged in the fantasy that this was all an illusion causing you to feel numb until a lingering touch from one of them brought you back to this new found reality. 

Yes the weeks you had spent getting to know Jongin, Yixing and Sehun were short. But they were filled to the brim with spontaneous meet ups forced upon you by the boys showing up outside your room with intentional messages that held slight sexual connotations, but who were you to complain?

Sure your friends had noticed you were in your room less often, they even questioned you; however for some reason, something inside you wanted to keep this from them. You wanted it to be your little secret how the best looking guys on campus wanted to spend time with you, how they were incredibly sweet and caring of you. You didn’t want it to be taken away, not even by your friends.

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T.R.O.U.B.L.E. (5/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Language Guys

Summary: You and your twin brother Devin work for the Avengers, he’s an active agent who is far from being Bucky Barnes biggest fan, but you’re a simple assistant whose carrying on the secret affair with Barnes. How bad could this get, as long as no one finds out right?

A/N: Angsty, cute series for Buck, because I know I need more Buck on my blog. If you want to be tagged let me know!!

@chrisevansthedoritobastard   @holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt @yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci @buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer  @mrhowardstark @rileyloves5 @darkchocolaterey  @loveyourselfcreateyourself  @agentsinstorybrooke @mustbenot  @buckyswinterchildren  @seargantbcky  @alyssaj23  @canumoveyourseatup-no

Originally posted by bovaria

“I would let go of her, if you don’t want your hands broken Agent.” Nat is leaning against the door way, Tony next to her, the movement behind them tells you Steve is holding Buck back, you swallow looking back at your brother.

“This is a family issue.” Devin nods trying to sound like he wasn’t close to snapping.

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Injured- Carter Hart

Originally posted by dyllarkin

Ok so forgive me but I wrote this during Game 7 last night and proceeded to die several times… But I still got it out! I’m not sure how I feel about it so I’d really like some feedback if y'all have a moment! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warning: mentions injury/concussion

Anon Request: Hi could you do one with carter hart where he gets like reAlly hurt during a game? Maybe a player crashes into him and he hits his head in the goal or something? And his girlfriend is really worried and when he gets to go home from the hospital she takes care of him, and a lot of fluff 💕💕


              You couldn’t breathe.

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Subway (the train, not the sandwich place) - ot13

prompt: “Can I get a reaction from all 13 members where they find someone on the subway attractive and they want to get to know the person more? Thank you!”

a/n: I’ve been away, but I’m back with something that I’m relatively proud of, hope you guys like it as much as I do. Sorry for the wait though.. :( I’ve come up with a schedule so I can HOPEFULLY make good quality writings regularly for you guys. I’m so sorry that I haven’t been able to do that so far…

xx Admin Sunny

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“Cautious” - Part 8

“Cautious” - Part 8

(Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7)

My Masterlist - Here

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 3500

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing

Summary:  Bucky is now pretty much rehabilitated and able to be part of the group. Reader was taken by Hydra and made the subject of experiments due to her having powers. She is slowly getting more comfortable with the Avengers, but is still working on it. Bucky stayed with her while everyone went on a mission. They have grown feelings for each other but want to wait until reader is more comfortable with the group. Maybe dinner and movie night will help?

Originally posted by retardell

Author’s Note: Welcome to Part 8! I’m not sure how much longer this story may be. If you guys want more, I can continue it. But I think there may only be one or two more parts after this, maybe.

Just a reminder: This is my interpretation of the characters and the reader is one of my own creation. I leave the names and such open so you can put your own name and features in or you can create your own. I know this may not please everyone, but I’m writing this for myself. I hope people will enjoy this fanfic, but I know that you can’t please everyone.

As usual, a special thank you goes to @goodnightwife​ for being a wonderful person and always being supportive. Please go check out her page for some really great fics as well!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @luciebell-writes@goodnightwife@bexboo616@bicryptids@mayfeather27 @dingo-ate-my-baby-crazy666

    You told Bucky that you were going to be fine during the movie, but you actually weren’t too sure about that. Even though there isn’t a lot of talking to each other while watching movies, there was still a weird pressure try to be calm.

    As you and Bucky were heading to the living room, you stopped and looked at the elevator. You needed a couple minutes to yourself. Just a few. And you knew how you could get them.

    “Hey, Bucky? Would everyone mind waiting for another 5 or so minutes?” He turned and looked a bit worried before responding.

    “Yeah, of course. You okay, sweetheart?”

    “I think so. I just wanted to change into pajamas for the movie. Jeans aren’t the most comfortable movie watching clothes.”

    “Okay. Yeah, I’ll tell them to wait a bit. Just… Let me know if you need me. I’ll have my phone on me and be at your door in a heartbeat.” He flashed you a smile that said he was happy, but his eyes still had worry written all over them. You thanked him, grabbed his hand, and gave it a squeeze before heading to the elevator.

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Richard Madden Request

Hey sweetie can you write a Richard Madden Imagine? Bc you do it so well, omg! Like Richard invited the girl to Ed Sheeran’s concert in Paris and in the evening when they returns to the hotel the girl sends him a message to ask him for help because her dress is blocked and he help her and when he unblocked her dress they realize that they are truly close and after that’s they become more hot if you know what I mean 😂

You posed in the mirror looking at yourself in the maroon cocktail dress. Richard had been filming in Paris and you have been filming off an in the French countryside but you still didn’t think he’d ask you out on another date while you were both working. Richard managed to get two tickets to Ed Sheeran’s concert in Paris and had asked you to come into the city and see the show with him as your 4th date.

You were fastening your necklace when a knock came from the door. “Coming,” you hurried to the door and opened to see a smiling Richard. “Hey,” you smiled and became genuinely more happy than you had been since the last date you had with him all those weeks ago.

“Long time no see,” he reached forward and kissed your cheek before you grabbed your jacket and purse. The tricky thing about starting to date Richard was that your schedules limited you. That’s why you hadn’t put a label on your relationship, because after each date you two went without a minimum of two weeks without seeing each other. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“You look pretty handsome yourself,” you said tugging on the front of his jacket.

“I’m happy you were able to come,” he told you once you got in the elevator. “I like talking with you in person a lot more than I like texting you,” he gave your hand a squeeze.


“Are you sure you didn’t tear up,” Richard laughed as he opened the hotel door for you.

“I just had something in my eye!”

“Sure,” he said going along with it in a sarcastic tone.

“Listen, his voice is beautiful and I might have gotten a little caught up in the moment.”

“I knew it,” you heard him mutter under his breath and pushed the button for your floor. Your floor and hotel room came too quick and you stood regretfully outside your door wishing the night had gone slower. “I had a great time with you tonight.”

“I had a great time with you. Thanks for inviting me to the concert.”

“Any excuse I get to see you again. Maybe next time I have a day free I’ll take a trip to the countryside,” he grinned. “Goodnight, Y/N.” You leaned in and kissed him.

“Night, Richard.” You went into your room and let a giant smile take over your face as your back pressed against the room’s door. After you recollected yourself you knelt down and took off your shoes, took off your jewelry, and reached behind you to unzip your dress. Once you managed to grab the small zipper you gave it a little tug but it didn’t budge. You furrowed your brow and tugged again, but it refused to move. After 3 minutes of trying to unzip the dress you were having no luck and sighed in defeat. “What am I supposed to do now,” you said to yourself.

You figured you only had one option and grabbed your phone. You pressed Richard’s number and listened to the ring come from the other line. “Miss me already,” he greeted you after the second ring.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you cautioned.

“And why would I laugh at you?”

“My zipper on my dress is stuck and I need you to come unzip me pretty please.”

“I’ll be down in a second,” you could hear his cocky smile through the phone. You impatiently paced the room waiting for the knock on your door and once you heard it you sprinted to open it. As soon as he saw you he started laughing.

“I told you not to laugh,” you fought back a laugh and turned to lead him in.

“Sorry, sorry,” he raised his hands. “Turn around let’s see what the problem is.” You turned and raised your hair. “There’s a ball of string that’s wadded up in your zipper.” You shivered a you felt his hand barely touch your back as he reached in and pulled the string. “Problem solved,” he said gliding the zipper down with ease, his hand barely touching your skin.

You looked up into the mirror and saw his eyes staring at your back; the look on his face and the realization of your current situation made your breath hitch. Richard looked up and met your eyes in the mirror. You turned slowly and faced him. “Thanks.” Suddenly his lips were on yours and everything passed in a blur.


You woke up to the pleasant feeling of a pattern being drawn into the skin of your back. You took a deep breath letting yourself really wake up and felt Richard’s warm body under you. You looked up and saw his tired and happy face smiling at you. “Morning,” you smiled and moved your head to rest by his collar.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?”

“Perfect.” A peaceful silence took over the room as you two laid in each other’s arms.

“Does this mean we can make it official now,” he suddenly asked.

“You’d be alright with even if we hardly get to see each other?”

“I’d rather see you twice a month than not see you at all.” You heart panged at the tender tone in his voice.

You gave him a quick kiss before settling back on his shoulder. “Then I guess we are both off the market.”


“We don’t have to be there until 4 right?” Tom asked, checking his phone again. I smiled.

“Yes Tom. My parents wouldn’t mind us be a little late. They know how busy we can be.” I said, touching his arm. He smiled nervously and nodded.

“I know. I just want to make a good impression. That’s all.” he said running his fingers through his hair then laughing at how stupid he was for being so anxious. We walked down the corridor from our apartment together to the elevator. Tom pressed the down button and I bit my lip. Elevators always gave me the creeps. They scared me. I would have been fine with taking the stairs but we needed to beat the traffic. The elevator doors opened and only me and Tom got in. He grabbed my hand and held it as the elevator moved down from the 10th floor to the lobby.

“Remind me again why we got an apartment so high up?” I asked Tom. He smiled.

“You said you liked the view.”

“Right… Next time, you choose.“he smiled and kissed my cheek. I rested my head on his shoulder and we stood there in silence until the elevator stopped abruptly. I yelled and Tom squeezed my hand.

“Don’t worry Love. Lemme try the phone.” he went on over to the little compartment box and grabbed the phone.

“Hello? Uh yeah. The elevator stopped. Uh huh. Really? Are you serious? Okay okay. Thank you.” Tom hung up and looked at me.

“We’re uh..gonna be here a while. Something happened with some circuits. But they should be done soon.” Tom said, kissing my hand.

“H-How soon?” I asked. He was quiet. I stared at him. He sighed and scratched the back of his head.

“They said 30 minutes to an hour the most.” he said. I sank down to the floor and hugged my knees. Tom came down next to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, kissing it.

“It’s okay. I’m here Love.” I stared at him and started to cry softly. He looked at me before bringing me up to stand. He shushed me and cleaned my tears. He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back. His smile did something to me. It made me weak. He raised his eyebrow and then smirked.

“What?” I asked. He just chuckled and it creeped me out a bit. I asked him again and he just smiled. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and gave me a kiss. I was surprised but then kissed him back. His hands roamed my waist before finding their way up my shirt. His hands were a tad cold, making me shiver. He smiled in the kiss and moved slowly down to my neck. I moved my head to the side and let him nibble on my neck. He bit it softly and then kissed it, making a small moan escape my lips. He brought his lips back to mine and started to take off his jacket as well as my cardigan. I bit his lip making him groan.

“You’re such a tease.” he said. I smiled and he pushed me up against the wall.

“Someone’s impatient.” I teased.

“You have no idea.” he whispered in my ear. He pressed himself against me to feel how hard he was. He lifted up his and my shirts, exposing us. His hands roamed my sides and squeezed my arse a bit, making me bite his neck.

“That’s it.” he said, unbuttoning my jeans. I slid them off my legs and helped him undo his. He pulled his boxers down and pressed up against me.

“Now look who’s impatient.” he mocked once he knew how wet I was.

“Just do me Tom” I said. He smirked and tore my panties off. He entered and I gasped at the feeling. He propped his arms up against the wall and I guess the idea of hooking up in an elevator made it more exciting. He started to thrust and I arched my back, letting him go deeper.

“Dammit Tom.. Don’t stop.” I said through gasps. I wrapped my arms around his neck and biting his shoulder making him groan. His hands found their way towards my breasts and gave them a slight squeeze making me bite my lip. He started to go a little faster making me moan louder.

“God Dammit Tom!” I moaned. Everytime he thrusted, he sent my back into the elevator walls harder. I would be feeling that tomorrow. I started to grind my hips into his thrusting and I heard him moan.

“Dammit Y/N” he whispered. “Don’t stop. Keep going.” he groaned. I continued grinding until I felt myself getting weaker. Tom noticed too and grabbed my hips for better control. He started to pound me against the wall making us both let out huge moans. I told him I was close and he grinded into me to help. It did and it made us both groan. I felt him twitch and he pulled out before he could release himself into me. Instead, he released onto his jacket.

“We didn’t have protection this time babe.” he said breathless and winking after. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You just ruined your jacket hun."I said. He just shrugged it off and started to get dressed.

"You’re a sex god that most girls fantasize about and most of what they wrote isn’t true babe.” I said as he handed me my jeans.

“Like what?”

“An example is that you don’t pull out and release on a jacket.”

He smiled and laughed.

“That’s because I want to save that” he said pointing towards his jacket,“ for when we decide to have kids.” He gave me a kiss and handed me my cardigan.

This boy.

*This is my first time writing smut so it’s a little flaky… But I’m learning u guys 😂. Any way, hope you enjoy this cringe like smut

Hello baby - Aj Styles

Originally posted by totaldivasepisodes

Hello, baby – AJ styles

Summary: Going into labor and giving birth

Word count:  477+

Warnings: pregnancy, birth, fluff

When you found out you were pregnant, it was the biggest blessing of your life. Being first time parents, both you and AJ were nervous when the time came for the baby.
“Get the diaper bag.” You told AJ while leaning against the wall as another contraction came. You closed your eyes trying to breathe through them.
AJ had the diaper bag while holding your hand. “Okay, let’s go.” You spoke as the contraction was over. As AJ drove to the hospital, you were praying you wouldn’t have the baby in the car.
You tensed up as the worst one yet hit you.
“Just breathe, baby.” AJ tried to comfort you.
AJ quickly got to the hospital. He had a hard time trying to find a parking space. “Hurry up, AJ.” You said through your teeth. You just wanted to get in a room and get an epidural. He then parked and helped you out of the car. He kept his hand on your lower back as you got in the elevator.
Tears filled your eyes as the contractions got more frequent. AJ looked at you, helpless. He wanted to help you but he couldn’t. 

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anonymous asked:

I saw you were taking Harlos prompts? How about alpha!Harry/omega!Carlos fic? Which kinda of is inherently dubcon if you go the "in heat" route" lol but happy ending please? Or at least not a lot of angst? As smutty (please!) or not as you like :D

So I have no issue with writing smut but I have an issue with posting it on Tumblr because I write for so many different movies/shows and I never want someone who has followed me for my ‘kid-friendly’ writing to stumble upon something not kid-friendly. This isn’t terribly smutty, but it’s borderline.

AKA: Warning, this is adult material and not appropriate for minors. Deals with sex, dubious consent and alpha/omega dynamics. If that’s not for you, do not continue reading.

And thanks for the prompt :)

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Rule 8: Never Take Anything for Granted (Part 1)

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

Pairing: (eventual) Gibbs x Reader

Warnings: none (just some flirting and fluff)

Word Count: 3,320

A/N: The beginning of my Gibbs x O.C. (Gina) story! I mentioned this in the teaser, but I wrote this over a year ago and was into planning out O.C.s pretty intensely. Her faceclaim is Christina Hendricks and to be honest the character is loosely based off of my own personality and interests. Obviously I don’t really write O.C.s anymore, but thanks to my amazing beta @amanda-teaches this baby is hitting your dash! Feedback is especially appreciated!! If you know of any NCIS peeps who don’t follow me, pass this baby around!

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know you better (jane/kurt drabble + #bsABCchallenge)

project: @blindspothiatusproject ABC challenge

k: kurt (version two)

know you better

“You really don’t want to do anything for your birthday?” Jane asked, looking over at Kurt as they drove to the office.  He shrugged as he shook his head, making the turn into the parking garage.

“I really don’t. We can just pretend that it’s just another day. Not even pretend. Because, you know what?” he asked, raising his eyebrows as he glanced over at her. “It’s just another day.”

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anonymous asked:

13- falling asleep. Han and Leia- Leia is so tired and doesn't want to sleep but Han is like I'm going to make you fall asleep anyway.

13- falling asleep.

“Well? How do I look?” Leia asked, stepping up on the little platform and looking into the mirror. Han looked up from where he was seated on the little posh bench—the bench that Lando referred to as the boyfriend bench, the place where the men sat while women tried on pretty dresses.

“Exhausted,” he replied, giving her a wink and standing. This was their third dress shop and possibly her hundredth dress. Leia wasn’t very picky when it came to clothes, but her brother was getting married, and this dress had to be perfect. Before they went shopping, she’d worked a ten-hour day, and had put in four more just like it earlier in the week.

“Thanks for that,” she muttered, spinning to see the back of the dress again. “I don’t know. Eely said she could probably get that green one in my size…” Leia muttered to herself as he slipped his arms around her waist and perched his chin on her shoulder.

“I liked the green one,” Han offered.

“You liked the green one because it was two sizes too big and gaped in the front,” she countered, covering his arms with hers and leaning back into him, appreciating the added height the mirror platform gave her.

“I liked the color, too,” he defended playfully, pressing a kiss into her jaw. “You can go down first thing in the morning. It’s time we head home. I’m tired, and so are you.”

Leia agreed and changed back into her own clothes. It was only a short walk back to their apartment, and Han pulled Leia under his arm for a tight squeeze when the elevator doors slid closed behind them.

“I don’t think I’m relaxed enough to head for bed just yet,” Leia murmured into his side. “Maybe I’ll just see if I can get a few hours of work done and come to bed when I’m sleepier.”

“Nuh-uh, Sweetheart,” Han protested. “I got a fool-proof way to get wound up princesses to fall asleep,” he bragged, directing her out of the elevator and through their front door. “You go put your pajamas on and meet me on the couch.”

Five minutes later, Leia emerged from their bedroom wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts, her hair braided over her shoulder. Han was waiting on the couch and passed her a glass of wine. Leia accepted it and sank into the plush couch beside him. He threw the big throw blanket over their laps and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. His fingers slipped up and down her arm in a featherlight touch, raising goosebumps along the skin.

“You remember the night after that really bad mission, we finally made it back to the Falcon and after we took off, we both collapsed on the acceleration couch and we fell asleep on each other?” he asked quietly, murmuring into her hair.

“Mhm,” Leia replied, finishing her wine and setting the glass on the coffee table. She sat back into Han’s embrace again, and he shifted his touch slightly to her neck, tugging at the baby hairs that were too short to be caught into the braid.

“You ‘member that night on Endor? After everything?” he asked. She nodded. “We decided we were going to make love ‘til sunrise and we barely had our clothes off before we were both asleep?”

“Mhm,” she repeated, shifting against him until her head was in his lap. Han’s hands switched tactics once again, the hand near her belly moving to massage her hip and the hand by her head brushing over her temples, stroking the wispy hair against her forehead.

“You remember that next night, how we were stargazing and talking about how all the planets and all the stars were safe again?” Her eyes fluttered closed and Han smiled. “We brought the mattresses from the bunk room up on top of the Falcon, and the big comforter from our bed,” he rumbled in a low, calming voice. “We laid under our big blanket and all the stars all night? I remember playing with your hair until I could barely feel my fingers anymore.”

Leia’s fingers came across her belly to wind with the hand tracing her hipbone. She took a deep breath and her breathing pattern shifted and he knew from years of sleeping beside her that she was just about asleep.

Han’s fingers slipped down her cheek and neck to trace the collar of the shirt she was wearing. Her eyes opened—heavily, slowly, like they really wanted to stay closed.

“Can we go to bed?” she slurred sleepily. Han nodded and helped her to her feet. He’d tried, once, to carry Leia to bed…it hadn’t gone well. Once they were both standing, she leaned heavily into him, wrapping both arms around his waist and locking her fingers over his hip. They walked to the bedroom and Leia sleepily tumbled into bed, shoving covers and pillows into position. She didn’t lay down, though, as Han got undressed and brushed his teeth.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” he asked, flicking off the overhead light on his way to the bed.

“My pillow wasn’t here yet,” she complained, reaching a hand to him as he lifted the blanket. Her fingers slid across his chest and down his arm as he settled in beside her, and her head fell onto his chest. Han’s hands resumed his tender ministrations against her skin.

“Isn’t this better than staying up and staring at your datapad?” he asked.

“Mhm. Kiss me goodnight?” Leia whispered sleepily, stretching towards his mouth.

“Always, Sweetheart,” Han replied, meeting the kiss and snuggling her against his side.

“Thank you for curing my insomnia,” she yawned.