#♠️. business calls

[velvetydream]

꒰ : ♠️ [ Got a fur coat, so I make it purr ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Watching Seonghwa film the Matz MV with that tattoo on his neck, that fur coat and his slicked back hair did something to you.

Pairing : Dom! Seonghwa x Fem! Sub! Reader

Word count : 4K Words

Genre : Pure filthy detailed smut with little plot

Smut content ➵ DomSub Dynamic, Dirty Talk, Degrading, Praising, Blowjob, Insults (Slut, bitch, cockslut, cumslut), Mommy Kink (Reader to Seonghwa), Petnames (Princess, darling, baby, good girl, kitten, love, doll, dear), Nipple play (F receiving), Teasing, Slight chocking, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation (F receiving), Comming mutiple times (F), Fucking raw (Wrap it up people), Comming inside

a/n : The man he is.. Istg.. That MV did something to me, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were phenomenal 😩

Disclaimer : This is purely fiction and in no way supposed to dispict how Seonghwa is in real life. Please skip and block if you don't like it.

It bothered you.

It bothered you how hot he looked in that stupid coat, with his stupid hair and that stupid fake 'MATZ' tattoo on his throat. How you wished to adorne that exact throat with hickeys and bitemarks, making sure everyone knew he was yours.

"So.. Hwa is doing pretty amazing isn't he?" Hongjoong stood beside you now, watching Seonghwa film one of his parts of the music video. Why did he have to mention it? Of course, he was doing amazing, more than amazing, and that stupid smirk of his he was showing to the camera. And after seeing them blindfolded in that car and being tied to those chairs, it was over for you, pressing your thighs together tightly. "Yeah, he's doing a really good job, the theme suits him." He nods as you two continue watching Seonghwa before he gets called over, and they switch, Seonghwa coming over to you and snaking his arms around your waist, smiling down brightly at you now.

"How was I? Was it okay?" It was obvious he was a bit nervous about his performance, smiling up at him softly pushing a strand out of his face. "You were more than okay Hwa, you were so amazing! The MV will be awesome!" Beaming up at your boyfriend now, his smile becomes even brighter, hiding his face in your neck, making you giggle till you hear a soft yawn. "Awe is my baby tired already?" Carding your fingers softly through the part of his non-braided hair, his breathing soft as he hugs you to his body, the fur coat he was wearing warming you up slightly in the cold November breeze.

"How long do you think the recording will take today?" Shrugging his shoulders softly, his head raised to look over to Hongjoong, who was now filming his own solo takes; it was afternoon already, and everyone had been up and filming for many hours already. "Probably not much longer. Hongjoong is almost finished, and then we'll continue tomorrow." Nuzzling his face back into your neck now, his arms hold tightly onto you, while your fingers move to play with the hair of his nape. A little bit sad on the inside that he seemed so tired already, you had hoped for some little fun at home but he'll probably just want to cuddle and sleep. "You staying over today?" Mumbling into your neck now, it tickled a little bit, before nodding and assuring him you'd stay over. "I missed you, we've been so busy lately.." A sigh leaves Seonghwas lips now, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, making the need in you grow even more and send heat to your core, that man was doing the most without even knowing he was.

"And cut! Good work everyone! You all did amazing! See you tomorrow to finish!" The director shouts as Hongjoong comes over to the two of you. "Let's go home and get a good night's sleep!" Hongjoong shouts, making everyone cheer, even Seonghwa raising his head now and cheering. Of course, you'd probably have to wait for Seonghwa to sleep before retreating to the bathroom quickly to take care of that growing need in your core. Moving into the van, Seonghwa leans his head onto your shoulder, that thick fur coat now laying over your legs to keep you two warm, Hongjoong in the front talking to their manager. "You wanna watch a movie before we sleep or something?" Seonghwa looks up to you now, making you ponder for a second before nodding. "Sure let's watch something." Pressing a kiss to his temple now before the van finally came to a stop after half an hour, arriving at the apartment complex Ateez was living at. "Goodnight you two, see you tomorrow!" Hongjoong waves you two goodbye as he exits the elevator while you two go one more up.

"Hwa! You guys are back early!" San shouts from the living room, looking up from the video game he and Mingi were playing. "Yeah, we started rather early, I'm tired though, and we have another day of filming tomorrow." The coat was in your arms now as you watched Seonghwa stretch his arms over his head, his back muscles flexing through the thin satin shirt; he was truly trying to kill you at this point. "Awee we hoped you'd be up for some dinner!" Mingi pouted now while Seonghwa declined, apologizing to them, telling them how he'd just want to relax a bit with you before sleeping. "Alright, we'll probably be gone in half an hour then, Woo and Yunho come along too," San tells you two, before turning back to the game.

Following Seonghwa to his room now, placing the coat over his chair, eyes set on the animal crossing lego set mid-build on his desk, before you feel his arms around your waist, his chin on your shoulder now. "We need to build a set again together; I miss spending time with you like that or playing animal crossing together.." Pouting now as he thinks of the time he wasn't able to spend with you recently, making you chuckle. "You big baby, you don't see me for a week and become all pouty and sad; how does Hongjoong keep up with you, hm?" Giggling at his expression now as you turn around in his arm, cupping his face softly in your palms, watching Seonghwa close his eyes in contentment. "Who can blame me? I didn't see the love of my life for a whole week, didn't get to kiss her, didn't get to hold her while I sleep.." Pressing many little kisses on your face now, you can't help but giggle, trying to push him away jokingly but his grip on you was too strong, his lips finally meeting yours.

"Get changed, I'll quickly grab something to drink and snack for us." Leaving the room now, you let out a sigh, squeezing your legs together softly. "Why does he always have to be such an angel.. I can't even be mad.." Starting to strip out of your clothes now, your bra soon joins the floor at last, leaving you in only your panties while rummaging through the Seonghwas closet in search of a good sleeping shirt before something pops into your brain. Eyes slowly traveled over to the fur coat Seonghwa had worn the whole day. Taking slow steps over to his desk, your fingertips graze the soft material as you run them over the brown coat. Another glance over your shoulder before grabbing the coat. Quickly, the coat was over your shoulders as you watched yourself in the mirror, giggling to yourself; it was already huge on Seonghwa and even bigger on yourself.

"Princess, we only had normal coke, no zero, or do you want somethin'-" Seonghwa entered the room again, looking down at the coke can in his hands, before looking up and meeting your eyes through the mirror. He was quiet. You quickly pull the coat closer around you to hide yourself before turning around to Seonghwa, his eyes following your every movement like a predator. "C-Coke is fine!" Squeaking out the answer now, your cheeks a deep red. It's not like Seonghwa never saw you naked before, he had many times on many different occasions, some innocent and some.. not so much. "Forget the coke, I found something else I want to snack on." With a smirk, he locked the door; Mingi and San were probably gone by now to eat dinner, but Seonghwa always acted cautious, just in case. Stalking over to you now leaving the can by the door, his whole body hovers over you; he was so freaking tall, staring down at you with a grin now. The grillz were gone now, but that damn tattoo was still on his throat, and his smokey eye makeup made his eyes appear even darker. "H-Huh?" Looking up at him confused now, he said he was tired? What changed his mind so quickly? But you got the answer for that with his next sentence.

"So beautiful in my coat hm~?" His hand was softly caressing your cheek right now, but the look in his eyes told you this would be anything but a soft night. Seonghwa was a duality in person; once he was soft in bed worshipping you through the whole night; in others, he was rough, degraded you, and made you cry tears of pleasure. "Yeah.." Your voice was shaking slightly making Seonghwa chuckle, leaning down now for a kiss. His lips were soft but desperate, his tongue soon licking softly over your lower lip; opening your mouth slightly, his tongue barely grazes yours. He hated messes, and the same goes for his kisses; they were passionate and breathtaking but never messy; he hated seeing people literally shove their tongue in their partner's mouth, so he rather opted for teasing you and leaving you breathless afterward. "On your knees, darling~" He whispers, and immediately you fall to your knees, looking up at him with doe eyes. "So obedient, despite being a little slut and rubbing those thighs the whole day at the set to ease that heat from your crotch hm~? Didn't think I would notice? So desperate for me, little slut~" He smirks down at you, his hand softly caressing your cheek, before shoving two of his fingers into your mouth, immediately sucking on them, trying to be the good girl he wants you to be.

Seonghwa always knew what got you going, he was such an attentive lover, always knowing what you needed. And right now, you needed him to ruin you, and he definitely would.

"Show me how bad you want me to ruin you, baby, you know how~" His smirk only grew as your slightly trembling hands reached over to his pants, sitting up on your knees now so your face is one level with his hips, you slowly start to open the belt and continuing on to his jeans. Slowly lower them to his knees, already seeing the bulge in his boxers and the little wet stain of precum, looking up at Seonghwa for permission now. "Good girl, go ahead, be nice and you'll be rewarded~" Looping your fingers on the waistband of his boxers now, you slowly lower them down his dick springing free, precum glistening on the pinkish head. Your hands leave his clothes as they slowly inch up now, wrapping around him and giving his length a few pumps, watching his face contort in pleasure as he throws his head back slightly and lets out a low groan, his mouth agape. Seonghwa always looked so pretty when you pleasured him. Lowering your head now, you give the tip slow kitten licks, before sucking the head slightly into your mouth, tongue pressing against the underside. "O-Oh fuck darling..!" His hand was grabbing your hair softly now as moans spilled from his pretty plump lips, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth.

Bobbing your head up and down his length now, while softly holding onto his thighs, Seonghwas hand still gripping your hair while pants and low moans leave his mouth alongside vulgar words. "So good for me.. So fucking good..!" His dick was throbbing in your mouth, indicating that he was close, but before he could come, he pulled you off of his length, cheeks red as he looks down at you. Watches your swollen lips shine with spit and precum, tugging your chin up as he leans down to give you another kiss. "Get on the bed baby~" Taking off his pants now, he watches you stand up and about to take the coat off, making him groan in disapproval. "Keep that fur coat on baby, I want you to wear nothing but that when I'm done with you." He groans, slowly unbuttoning his shirt now and letting it slip to the floor; the only thing left on him are the gold chains.

"Are you sure? It might get dirty, and you'll have to wear it again tomorrow!" You look at him, worried now, making him smirk at you, chuckling lowly when your eyes meet his bare face, and your cheeks blush a deep red. "It's fine, baby, I'll wash it after I'm finished with you because it will definitely get dirty~" With a slight shove to your shoulder, you land on the bed now, staring up at your lover. It was so hot when he acted so dominant, he was always dominant, but more often than not, a soft dom, so you savored him being this mean and manhandeling. "Look at my little slut, won't you be nice for Mommy and let me ruin you hm~?" Seonghwa was hovering over you now, his hand caressing your cheek yet again, rubbing away some spit from your chin from before. "Please, Mommy, ruin me.." You moan out to him; you were desperate for him; it was insane what an effect he had on you.

"If you beg so nicely, how can I say now?" Lips were wandering down your throat and to your collarbone now, leaving hickeys and bitemarks on his way down till he reached your soft mounds. His right hand slowly sneaks up the side of your body, his fingertips softly grazing your skin, making goosebumps erupt before his hand finally reaches your chest. Feeling his hand on your chest now, a quiet moan left your lips, watching him kneed the soft flesh, watching it slightly spill between his fingers. Lowering his head down now while keeping his eyes on you, teasingly licking over your left nipple, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth, enjoying the pleasured sounds and heavy breaths you were making. Soon he switched the sides, his teeth slightly grazing the right bud now, making your back arch, before sucking it into his mouth again. Your body felt like it was on fire already, the heat that was collecting in your core throughout the whole day unbearable by now. "Mommy, please.. Please make me feel good!" Looking up at your face now, watching the crystal tears rim your eyes made Seonghwa chuckle. "Begging so nicely for me my little kitten, let me make you feel good~"

Kisses were now being placed on his way down, pressing an extra few kisses on your stomach before slowly reaching where you needed your lover the most, before he moved away and kissed up and down your thigh. Crying out now as your body thrashes from the need to be pleased. "Mommy~ Please stop teasing I need you!" Moaning out to him, a few tears run down your cheeks from pure sexual frustration. It has been over a whole week since you last saw and got touched by Seonghwa and now he was teasing the shit out of you. "Be patient slut; you know exactly impatient bitches don't get what they want." He growls out, his hand coming to rest around your throat as a warning, putting slight pressure on it, making you gasp. "I-I'm sorry Mommy! I-I won't be impatient, I'm a good girl!" You cry out, wanting so badly to be good for him. "Oh I know you are baby, that's why you'll get rewarded, you've been so obedient tonight~"

A loud moan leaves your lips as you feel Seonghwas finger teasingly glide over your ruined panties. They've probably been soaked since you saw Hwa today for the first time in the exact coat you're wearing right now. "So wet already? What a little slut, I bet you were soaked even while talking to Hongjoong today~" Smirking as your body trembles at his words, desperate moans leaving your lips. Feeling him slowly pull the panties down your legs now, before he lets them fall to the ground, watching your glistening folds in awe. "So gorgeous, so wet and pretty and all for me~" He moans, as his finger softly slides through your folds to gather some wetness, before lightly circling your clit. Your back arches off the bed now as load moans spill from your red lips, eyes shut. The pleasure was overwhelming, you were probably not going to last for very long. "Your body is so responsive today, is it because I wasn't there to please you for a week? I bet those tiny fingers of yours can't reach that spot you love." With that he shoves two of his fingers knuckle deep into your core, hitting the mentioned spot immediately. "Y-Yes, Mommy! O-Only yo- Fuck..! You can reach that spot..!" The fingers moving in and out of your core now were making nasty wet noises but it only turned you on even more, opening your eyes to watch his fingers get coated by your slick. Legs were slowly trembling now as your walls started to tighten around his fingers; Seonghwa knew what that meant; you were close. Reaching his other hand down now and with just a few tight circles to your clit you came. Comming on his fingers as your body arches off the bed, high pitched moans rolling from your tongue.

"So gorgeous, just look at you coming all over my fingers~" Watching his shining fingers now, he closes his eyes as he takes them into his mouth, moaning around his in your slick-covered digits. "I think I need more of this, you taste to divine my love~" Moaning out, he looks down at your cunt as he lowers his body to lay on the bed as you slightly shake your head, it would be too much, you knew it, you always got so sensitive after your first orgasmn. "Love what's the safe word?" Looking down at Seonghwa, he was back to his soft and caring self for a second, making sure you had a way to tell him if it got too much. "Bunny.." You mumble softly, making him smile, leaning up again to plant a soft kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on him. "Use it when it gets too much, but I know you can take it~" He murmurs against your lips, nodding as he settles down between your legs again, his eyes darkening after making sure you were alright.

Eyes cast down at your cunt now, he gives it a long lick from down up to your clit, before sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth. Arms circling around your thighs now, holding them open and making your butt stay on the bed as moans of overstimulation stumble from your lips. Seonghwa truly knew how to use his tongue; it was always heaven when he ate you out. His tongue was lapping at your clit softly, circling it and rubbing from side to side, soon pushing two of his fingers inside of you again. At this point, you were sure your voice would be hoarse by tomorrow with how loud you were moaning. "You're doing so well for mommy, letting me feast on you~" Nodding at his words, you were barely able to comprehend his words right now. Noticing how your orgasmn was creeping up on you quicker than before. "I-I'm comi-" Before you could even finish your sentence, you came around Seonghwas's fingers a second time, feeling him pull them out very quick and lapping up your cum, moaning against your cunt which shot vibrations through your whole body.

Panting heavily, your eyes were closed as Seonghwa slowly moved above you, smirking down at you, pushing some strands of sticky hair out of your face. "My pretty doll, so good for me, now let me fuck you well, and we can finally rest, hm~" Tears were pricking your eyes from overstimulation, but Seonghwa knew that if it got much, you would use the safeword and you knew he would immediately stop and take care of you. "Please, Mommy. Fuck me, fuck me like a good little toy!" You cry out for him, arms reaching out making him chuckle. He loved how obedient you were, the perfect little darling, always trying your best to please him. "If you ask so nicely, of course, I will, Mommy will use you like the little cockslut you are~" Aligning his dick with your entrance now, due to your multiple orgasms it was so easy for him to slip in, both of you moaning out from him slowly pushing into you before he finally bottoms you out, giving you some time to adjust.

"Such a good girl, taking me so well, will you let Mommy come in you? Claim you? Paint your walls with my cum?" The words made your eyes roll back, along with the first thrust of his hips, seeing white dots from the pure pleasure your body was feeling. "Please, Mommy, come in me! Use me as your cumslut! Please!" Your brain was by now on standby, with only one thought in your mind and that was having Seonghwa fill you up. His thrusts were sharp, making your body bounce with every thrust of his hips; watching him sit up slightly now as you felt him push your knees to your chest before sinking back inside even deeper. Like this, you were not going to last very long.

"Fuck princess, you're so tight, like you were made for me and only me!" Seonghwa groans as his hips hit yours at a rapid pace, soon growing sloppier and sloppier, knowing he was close. "Come for me darling~" He whispers in your ear as he thrust a deep thrust and circles your clit lightly, back arching as you come around him, with the contracting of your walls Seonghwa came with a few more thrusts, spilling his seed deep in your core, letting your legs down as his body rests on yours, both of you panting heavily.

"Are you fine my love? Was too much?" Back to his lovely self, Seonghwas eyes hold nothing but pure love for you. Shaking your head, you assure him you are fine and that he was amazing. Nodding, he slowly pulls out, watching his cum ooze out of your hole, making the man moan out loud. "How I wish I could clean you up right now or, even better, push my cum back inside and fill you up again, but that's for another time; let's clean you up; I'll be back in a second." Standing up, he grabs a pair of sweatpants as he leaves for the bathroom, cleaning himself up quickly before coming back with a wet and dry towel in hand, sitting down beside you again, and carefully cleaning your body. Making sure to be extra careful with your core to not make you uncomfortable, helping you stand up as he cleans you more, before pulling the messed up coat away from the bed; luckily, it helped the bed stay clean. Turning to his closet quickly, he grabs one of your clean panties and one of his shirts, helping you slip both on, before telling you to lay down. "I'll quickly put this into the washer, and then I'm back, my love." A soft kiss was pressed to your lips as you lay down while he left the room with the cost in his hands.

Soon arms were hugging you close to a warm chest from behind. "You were amazing dear, thank you." Turning around you look up at your lover with a smile, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I have to thank you, you took such great care of me." He lets out a sigh. "Not too rough?" Shaking your head now, you cuddle up to him, telling him how this was perfect and you couldn't have wished for anything else. "Let's sleep for now, my love; we're probably both exhausted now and still got some filming tomorrow." He murmurs against your hair, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before you fall asleep in the arms of your lover. You had to say that Seonghwa was the best lover you could ever ask for; he took such amazing care of you and pleased you in just all the right ways; sometimes you wonder how you ever deserved this wonderful person.

[diorcities]

ace of spades (zcl)

☆͟ 🎱:pairing: chenle x afab!reader ☆ genre: smut, mature content. ☆͟ ♠️ content: pwp, gambling, rivals / frenemies, meandom!chenle, softdom!chenle, oral fixation, skin fixation, exhibitionism, unprotected sex (chenle pulls out), cum eating, spanking, dirty talk, nipple play, fingering, make up sex, biting. some other cautions: small mention of a crime, alcohol consumption, chenle calls himself daddy once, they're both competitive, intense and extend kiss scene (i love writing this), reader makes one incestual joke, featuring jisung, ningning being chenle's sister, haechan, the hwang siblings, ex former nmixx jini, an yujin and hu yunjin. ☆ wc: 6.4k.

☆͟ 🃏description: in the world of asia's rich and powerful, nothing is as it seems. behind the smiles and luxuries, secrets, lies, and betrayals are hidden. a group of pretentious young adults, children of wealthy parents from the asian elite, move between parties, business, and scandals.

son of the west's most famous tech tycoon, chenle is arrogant, capricious, and manipulative; his unquenchable thirst for glory and greatness moves him to do the most despicable things if it keeps him getting what he wants: you.

based on little white lies by one direction. to my friend, @ohmytyong ♡

ningning shares a glance at jini.

“stop that,” she says with annoyance. the girl ends up stopping the clattering of her foot on the pavement and disposing of the cigarette; ningning has lost count of how many she has on.

“what if someone saw us?”

“what if?” ningning responds, distracted. “are you worried, little lamb?” ningning was growing tired of the whining of the girl. pure empty concerns, in her opinion. “i thought you wanted this. i thought... you'd kill for it. what if someone saw us? no, better, what if one of us speaks? would it be her brother? would it be... you?”

“hi, girls.” yeji arrives offering them both a cup of loaded coffee. “god, you look like you're losing your shit,” she says to jini.

“i don't like coffee,” she points out.

“i know,” yeji simply responds.

jini lets out a disbelieving sigh. “fuck! am i the only one who's worried of what we've done?” she utters seeking comfort, as if she didn't already know that she won't find it there.

the girls share a countenance that makes jini more uneasy. she opens her mouth to surely continue complaining when she leaves ningning expectant and dazed when nothing comes out.

“what you've done,” you correct, announcing your arrival. “lighter, please.”

ningning shares fire with you while jini watches you in a bewildered look when you share complicit glances with each other but her. “first murder?” you joke, looking at the girl's colorless face.

the three of you watch pleasurably her head putting the puzzle together and the realization settling in her stomach. “you.”

you smile wide and sharp.

you've always found the strange relationship intriguing. questioning every smile and every look; they all play a game that was best not to get into unless you know how to play equally well.

the queen of the deck game.

ningning, with her wit that sparkles like a sharp diamond always seems to be two steps ahead, leaving you to wonder if her words hide sharper edges. yeji, with eyes that have seen more than they tell, hides her true interests under enigmas, and you wonder if her shadowy wisdom is a guide or a labyrinth. jini, with her appetite for success and fortune echoing like a flame, is attracted so much by the heat that she can't stop until it burns.

sometimes you don't know how far the limit is. sometimes you'd like to know it for yourself. one misstep, one wrong play, the stakes are high, and faces are masks.

although, you've always known how to keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

the academy bell rings and you take the coffee from jini's cold hands. you smile condescendingly as the girl seems to have seen a ghost. “next time, do like me and go for the head.”

── 11:30hr 🃏 ago ──

the outlook was promising. the wealthiest people in asia all gathered in one place. the ensembles, clubs, and parties were in abundance as they made deals to become more millionaires with jazz music playing in the background.

the world revolves around the rich. sports cars, expensive champagne, private schools, commodities. the privileged part envied by the masses. gambling, scandals, fraud, felonies, cults, crimes, scams, obsessions was the side that was kept secret. with ambition comes power, and with power comes temptation. something that young blood can't control after tasting a pinch of it.

chenle had had enough of that.

other, less mundane things excited him now. like seeing your delicate skin bristle when you noticed his presence very close to you, your body tense up, your breath freeze in your throat because god forbid it to be so close; chenle had taken all his willpower to contain the urge to bite your naked shoulder.

the eyes of your companions register it under your ignorance. haechan smiles smugly as jisung says, “look who's here. done sucking your father's balls?”

chenle arrives at the circle with a nonchalant air. “ask your mother.” haechan bursts out laughing.

ningning approaches in an ethereal halo with a glass of champagne between her claws of the same shade as her lips. she's machiavellian beautiful, with sharp features, her beauty is certainly a weapon. chenle's aware of the influence ningning has on people, and couldn't be more disgusted by it. “gentlemen, having a reunion without me?”

“god forbid. i have not yet psyched myself up to put up with you so early.” jisung replies, stealing a glass of champagne from a passing tray.

the illusion is stronger when you are together. chenle has grown up with you, he has known you all his life. something so secret and twisted can only exist with people with the same tendencies. and while friendships are bound by affection, you are bound by secrets.

a circle. an alliance. the selected and exclusory society of the young wealthiest children. forged with vice and deception, glory and greed. to be the best. to be the ace.

“so, how's business? making deals to sell personal information to the highest bidder?” haechan wonders, playing with a loose strap of ningning's dress while giving chenle a sly smile although his gaze is not even interested in returning the look at him, somehow spellbound by the nice view in front of him.

he shrugs behind you, “marvelous, how's yours?”

“my dad's closing a deal with one of the big ones. he's been talking to me about it, i couldn't be more bored by the criminal laws,” he concedes, vaguely.

“oh, pardon me. i meant the drug business,” chenle points out causing a flurry of reactions. jisung chokes on the champagne in front of you. his cheeks are flushed and he is flustered from the alcohol.

giggly and careless, your brother's naïveté makes him the weakest link of all. jisung is simply too good and disinterested in anything that doesn't involve going against you. sometimes you wonder if he is so afraid of disappointment that he doesn't even try.

he's never been good at drinking either.

“don't you think you're overdoing it?” chenle casually asks, looking around.

“stay out of my business, would you?” he says fed up before going in his direction and giving him a playful headlock. the pleasant laughter of the pair makes the rest of the group join in just before the music changes and becomes livelier.

ningning lets out a scream and hurries up the champagne, taking haechan to the track without any objection.

“ji, dance with me,” you request under the nagging gaze of the only boy who's unmoved by your charms.

“don't be capricious, sister. you know i don't dance.”

“allow me.”

before you can answer, chenle grabs you and drags you toward the center of the room. the closeness of your bodies only makes it harder for you to manage to stay neutral, not when his fingers seem to be caressing your waist. “how aristocratic, since when do you like to dance?” chenle shrugs his shoulders as he leads you.

“i'm tentative. i am quickly influenced by beautiful things. and because this proximity can be excused if we dance, otherwise, how am i going to be able to tell you without raising suspicions that i know a little secret?”

chenle is entertained by the reaction he gets from you, feeling your heart pounding against his chest. look at you, a whole personification of purity, too bad it can't stand alone. “what about a gentleman never tells?” a sly smile forms on his pursed lips as he hears you.

chenle pulls you to him, your jaw now resting on his shoulder as he embraces you and spins you in his arms. “i am no gentleman.”

“no,” you say, “you're vain, vicious, and perverse.” chenle takes your chin in a playful and twistedly affectionate manner, observing your body slowly spinning until you press your back against his chest. you sway to the melody when you hear chenle clearing his throat. his breath hits your cheek when he laughs then, his hands press you more against him.

you muffle an exhale as you feel him pressing against your back, his hands molding to your waist, the dominant grip he holds you under. “and yet, you find yourself fascinated.” chenle makes you face him, and you shake your head with peppiness. “explain this... lingering feeling every time we touch. i know you feel it too.”

“what thing?”

“this tension.”

“i'm afraid i have no idea what you're talking about.”

“oh, no? may i ask why are you get suddenly agitated when i touch you here.” he moves his hand dangerously toward your naked lower back. “d'you run out of air often, princess, or it's just me?” his warm breath brushes against your ear as he keeps you close.

chenle's intoxicating aroma clutters your thoughts, and you have to make an extra effort not to trip over his feet. “these are your tactics for flirting with girls? i'm very unimpressed.” chenle watches you roll your eyes, curling his lips.

“not remotely close, although i'm pleased that you are interested in knowing my seduction methods. but since you're talking about tactics, i'm deeply curious about whether this is how you act with haechan too or it's just for my eyes only.”

the piece is finished and another one begins right after. however, your bodies remain frozen in the same place, gazes glaring at each other, trying to see weakness, trying not to be the first to bend.

“and that act you talk about is...?”

“playing dumb, which i confess, never looked good on you.” you were always amazed at how chenle's brain worked. calculating wit, this personification of scheming and wickedness made chenle a dangerous adversary.

“i thought you liked them compliant and subtle.”

he hums in denial, “i like them dainty and haunted, like a drowned lily.”

you giggle with a grimace, throwing the boy off. “is that one of your puzzles? sorry, i don't like games.” chenle nods, his tongue playfully pushing the inside of his cheek as he grins in amusement.

you wouldn't be so careful not to play his game. he is a prodigy at plotting, there was nothing that escaped him. the deceptive epitome of why no one beat him at strategy. nothing that would imply competition. billiards, fencing, chess.

if you could describe this interaction, if you could describe even the purpose of the allyship with such devious people it would be a simple card game, and if so, that would make chenle the ace of spades.

chenle escorts you off the dance floor. “no, you just like the chase.”

“what makes you think that?”

he shrugs, with nonchalant air, “i happen to know how much you love the euphoria of being caught doing something you're not supposed to. maybe that's why you hang out with friends who wouldn't hesitate to push you off a cliff, or be part of a circle with such vain people, or how much you want me to fuck you on this dress.”

you burst out laughing, “you're the smartest person in the room.”

chenle delights to see you look around in case anyone has heard him; he also hasn't gone unnoticed the way your breath got stuck in your throat for his words, and you hate yourself for it. he comes so close to you that you smell his manly fragrance. “no. i'm the most ambitious.” his warm lips rest on your skin for less than a second, yet the feeling it leaves in your stomach lasts longer than that.

you let the bewilderment win, and you hate him for that. you hate how he can get into people's heads, how he can mess with yours. by laying his intentions so bare, it can't be that simple. what does he intend to do?

“see you at midnight.”

your eyes follow his devilish figure as he leaves the room, and your hand itches at the place where he kissed you. someone comes next to you and you suddenly feel a sense of rage.

“good evening, would you like to da...?”

a hand reaches out towards you but you cut it off when you pronounce “no.” harshly, reenacting the path taken by the young man with fervent eyes.

── 🃏 midnight ──

the music becomes so subdued, carried by the cool night wind, that it seems like a distant, forgotten dream that slips through a forgotten room full of previous gala guests revealing their true selves after a pretend night when you set foot inside.

there is a pool table in the center where two beautiful bodies touch each other impudently. the air feels heavy and ningning steals a bottle from her father's collection, returning to the hungry embrace of her lover that night.

haechan pulls away from her neck just enough to give you a sly smile.

“well, hi, there,” greets ningning. “done using my brother?” your fingers snatch the bottle of champagne from her, taking a long sip. “oh, i was starting to be afraid that sharing wasn't your thing.” your eyes sweep her under the amused gaze of the tanned boy with lipstick smudged all over his face.

“and i was starting to think incest was your thing.” a pleasing rush washes you by ningning's stunned look, it feels gratifying. “luckily, this is a safe zone.”

she scoffs.

“safe zone, huh?”

“yes,” you assure, “we've grown up together, we're close. it almost feels like family.”

haechan's laughter echoes just when you scan the room.

“cheers to that.” jini laughs, approaching as she drinks from her glass. “let's make a toast for stealing achievements, and stealing boyfriends,” she says to ningning under your bewildered gaze. both girls clink their glasses and their venomous gazes fix on you.

“i don't steal achievements, i own them. but, yes, let's have a toast.” you clear your throat and your fingers steal the glass from jini's hands without her showing any resistance. “to the circle, to camaraderie, to the ace, to boy toys, and last but not least, a toast to the copycats.”

it will always amazed you how you could show your darker side to a bunch of petulant and vain young people and distrust them so much. these people, these twisted people were your friends by default.

besides the pool table, there is a small bar where jisung pours himself a glass of many in the company of the hwang siblings, yeji and hyunjin, sons of the hwang dynasty. their parents were renowned businessmen in the country and that night future partners of your parents, with riches made by extraction and export of precious minerals. haechan was the only child of attorneys who worked in the tax and criminal fields, with the best criminal law firm and soon closing an important alliance at that night's gala. and finally, the zhong. specialized in computer engineering and big data, they've created an empire that ningning and chenle were responsible for squandering.

then there were the... twins? cousins? known, perhaps? you couldn't tell since they both behaved the same way —yujin and yunjin. one was the daughter of fencing's most prestigious director and the other had nouveau riche parents, who were at the time, having a bliss as chenle buried his head (and teeth) in their necks at times.

his shirt is a mess and you soon find out why when yujin runs her hands over his toned, pale chest. then yunjin laughs at something chenle says to her before they both look in your direction and you feel your cheeks burn, choleric.

how dare he? turn you into a joke that he can tell in the ears of his lovers?

“new attendees?” you ask.

“applicants,” chenle corrects.

“in that case, shall we vote?” you suggest, feigning to get the attention of the others. yujin lets out a skeptical huff that chenle tries to ease, but it has already triggered your bigotry. “get. out.”

yujin looks at you dumbfounded as chenle's embrace unravels from their shoulders. helpless, yunjin asks with an anxious laugh, “who do you think you are? chenle?” she seeks for comfort that the boy shakes off when he shrugs his shoulders.

yunjin laughs in awe before leaving in sheer frustration and giving you a dirty look, that you politely respond to with a quick smirk, deciding to back out once you've done your job of ruining his night just as he ruined yours.

you hear chenle's shrill giggle behind you as he decides to follow you closely to the now-unoccupied pool table. “jealous, by any chance?”

“remotely. sick, perhaps.”

“is that what causes you not to have my attention?”

you scoff, “quite the opposite. a friendly game?” chenle takes his eyes off the lower part of your body when you turn around to face him. his darkened eyes go from yours to the cue stick you're holding. a smile dances on his pouting pink lips.

“i like a little bit of challenge.”

“a competition, then,” you solve, going for the rack when chenle intercepts you by taking you by the wrist to go for it instead. the balls are arranged just as ningning's high-pitched laughter breaks out in a soft melody drifting from the floor below.

“stop being so loud, woman.”

jisung turns his head from your direction to look with amusement at the pair. “shall we move the party to the lake?” yeji suggests; they steal a couple more bottles, and a couple of cigars making their way to the exit amidst stumbling and fraternal hugs. jini stays behind, pulling away from jisung and hyunjin's arms to ask, “you coming?”

chenle is not interested in looking at her when he replies “in a moment.” his eyes fixing on yours. a slit of light enters through the half-open door of the illuminated corridor, and chenle's eyes absorb every glimpse of it. “do the honors.”

the crackling of a fireplace warms the place and flutters your chest, or is the gentle brush on chenle on your waist when you head toward the cue ball. chenle watches you from the other end, and that's why your body leans more than necessary and the breeze hits your cleavage.

“has the match already started?” he wonders, darting his gaze from you. his wild eyes following the path of the balls shooting in all directions; you see his mind scheming behind his focused gaze as his feet move in the direction of his target.

chenle disappears from your view and your body betrays you when you smell his lingering fragrance closer. feeling his presence behind you, the proximity once again tortures you. your body is caught in the middle as he prepares to shoot the cue ball with you in his arms.

the warmth emanating from his body impact your naked back as he pins you between him and the table, makes possible for you to feel the growing bulge pushing against your lower back; the unexpected friction catches you off guard. your pelvis twitches in an involuntary motion and chenle misses the cue ball.

he muffles a sound at the time you bite your lips, struggling to suppress the thrill of electricity that runs through you when your mind becomes dense and thick. your body charge with elation and you blush when he hums, the mere gesture sending shivers down your spine. chenle tenses against your body as your back gives in and arch into him, hips moving slightly upward feeling his erection a little more pressing up your butt; the thin fabric of your dress causing the sensation to feel even rawer.

your mind doesn't think it through as you lean across the table taking the cue stick from his hands. fingers instinctively going to your waist as you bend over. dizzily sensing the hardness of his boner, your chest heaves as an avid thrill takes force in your gut.

chenle welcomes you again when you get up and the number 1 ball has entered the pocket. you feel his haunting presence as he removes the cascade of hair from your shoulder and moves closer to your ear, “and it's only just beginning to be midnight.”

you hum, “i'm done with the fun here, i'd like to go to the lake now.” a gasp of surprise freezes in your throat as his hand squeezes on your waist and easily turns you around. you witness the words that freeze in his throat as his gaze drifts below your clavicles, and you are aware at that moment of the soft hardness of your nipples, poking through the silky fabric.

a velvety feeling creeps down your thighs as a smirk blooms on his lips. “not the smartest decision, but sure shit, princess. anything else you crave for?”

“not really.”

a gasping sound comes out of your mouth when chenle squeezes you close to him without forewarning. something wild flutters in your chest under the young man's sharp gaze. your lips part to let out shallow exhalations when his mouth dangerously lurks on yours, tingling with anticipation. eyes closing against your will and body giving in to his command. you become lighter as he holds you like he pleases. “you sure?”

the answer trembles on your lips, but you are unable to say it.

chenle enjoys having you this way. seeing you so affected, your body reacting the way he wants it to. “say the magic words, princess.” you swallow hard when he lurks on your exposed neck, surprising you when your head pulls back to give him more access.

you wait. you anticipate his lips finally resting on your skin, blood burning in your veins, eager to feel him, but you are stunned when he pulls away just enough to look at you again.

your eyesight has become narrow, covered with black fog, your gaze feel heavy if you try to focus on him. you look at him with narrowed eyes. breath becoming a wild beast that writhes and lashes out at your ribcage. mind blurring his sculpted figure with sharp strokes, smooth and tender skin that reveals the first three buttons of his wrinkled shirt.

fuck it.

his fingers dig painfully gently into the untouchable skin of your waist as you slam into his body and your lips attack his. teeth and tongues meeting in disorder, wild gasps as your mouths devour each other to the point of dissolving the other.

his mouth feels hot. his taste addictive. your tongue savor his while your fingers mess up his hair. pull. caress; your emotions scatter and get tangled. your body hums and you find yourself out of breath as you feel him pushing you backwards until you hit the edge of the pool table.

chenle pants against your lips and your instinct is to reach out and bite them with desire under layers and layers of resentment.

“shit.” he mutters, hissing. heart pounding his chest while your hands won't stop touching him. he can do nothing but gasp desperately. he wants everything. being bitten, caressed, kissed.

he wants you. he craves you. always has. his body burns from the rawness and cruelty in which he desires you. your body stuck to his, your predatory eyes on him... his head pulls back, briefly having a lucid moment, and he pants “one last chance.”

his fingers glide down your soft thigh and your eyes close, sensitive. receptive. you feel him position himself between your legs, your thigh slightly brushing against his hips. you see him grit his teeth. one of his hands wraps around your neck gently, his thumb brushes your jaw before bringing his face closer, and you ask “for...?”

“stop pretending.”

you scoff. you delight in watching him frown in annoyance before he falls into a trance as you wrap your wet lips around his thumb. you're able to see in his eyes the urge he tries to repress. how he tries to keep pace with his breathing. how he tries not to get excited about the way your mouth sucks his finger before he chuckles under his breath.

all your boldness shakes as he locks you between his body, hands gripping your waist and assisting you to sit on the board. your arm instinctively wraps around his neck. faces very close. dangerously close. yet chenle doesn't give you a break, and you sense his next move when he tilts his head and kisses you again. unscrupulously. like a hungry man. split lips for his tongue to tease you and taste you a thousand times, breaths suffocating in the other's mouth. tongue swirling over yours before his lips hover over your mouth. chenle sucks playfully, drawing you towards him. sticking to his body. his hands rest on your lower back as he lets you take the reins of the destructive kiss in which your mouths merge.

heads turning the other way when the other does, deeper, safer, bolder kisses. an eternity or maybe a second has passed, in which your mouths meet infinitely, lips fitting into each other, moving to the same beat as the other, imprinting thousands of repressed emotions that you taste them on each other's tongue.

your body reacts to his midas touch. fingers running down your back, arching against him. belly holding everything in a ball that begins to grow and expand, feeling heavier, and harder to keep at bay. it twists you inside and melts towards your intimacy, making you want more.

he breaks the kiss and you watch his arrogant expression falter as he pulls himself together, “well?”

your breathing is ragged and your thoughts are scattered all over the room. your head pulls back, cornered, “fine! i need this, badly.”

“that's my girl,” he rushes to say, succumbing in front of you as his mouth attacks your neck.

his tongue slides down the hot vein that throbs under your sweet skin and it's taking all your will not to whine loudly. a grunt leaves his lips and hits your skin when your nails burrow into his flexed arm, moaning breathlessly. “look at that, she can moan.” your mind collapses from the silky sensation that begins to fill you and makes your fingers go towards his hips, searching for the buttons of his pants.

chenle pulls away from you and helps you take off your pants. your hands finding the bulging from the erection underneath. mouth begins to salivate as the edges of your vision blur, teeth catching your lower lip when a gasp comes out of you. tummy burning with aching desire to see it, hurriedly grabbing your hands on the waistband of his underwear and pulling it down to reveal his manhood.

emotions are too strong to think clearly. turns you into a disaster of clashing mouths and groping. your body buzzes with the intoxicate feeling chenle causes you as he grazes your body and attacks your mouth with fiery kisses. you let the primitive pleasure that lashes your being make you submissive to him when he pulls you down from the table by your thighs and forces you to turn around. his fingers tangle with the bottom of your dress as he pulls it up and exposes your body. “fuck. you know how much i love lacy things.” any hint of a response is undone when you feel his fingers touch your core due to the lack of fabric covering your intimacy.

your breaths freeze for related reasons.

his digits massage the area with delicacy and you feel like you are about to lose your mind. “so deliciously wet.” your body breaks at his diabolical touch. fingers up your folds to the swollen and needy area.

your throat builds a cry. your eyes shut tightly. chenle's fingers slide down at your entrance until they detach from you. the scream comes out of your mouth when he spanks you. “easy, pretty. you'll want to keep it quiet.” his digits attack your clit once again and you dig your teeth into the forearm that holds you against him while his fingers abuse you. eyes roll as he sticks his middle and ring finger into you and starts pumping rhythmically, the coldness of his rings nibbling on the sensitive skin of your entrance. “so soft. so good taking it, darling.” a shudder hits you from the smooth and solid of the material pressing deliciously against you while his digits fuck you.

sounds burst out of you against your will at the pace of his swirls. your walls take chenle's fingers until the squelch sound joins your moans. he pulls his fingers out of you and spanks you again before pulling your panties down.

he makes you take them off completely before he comes back with you and you can feel him press the tip of his penis into your folds, sliding up and down, covering his erection with your luscious excitation to push it inside you with ease. the full feeling leaves you breathless and you find yourself letting out a breathy giggle from the pleasurable sensation that blooms in your lower belly when he stuffs you with his cock.

chenle rocks in and out of you, getting you used to his length, and your legs tremble as he does so, feeling the shot of arousing sensation every time he thrusts you. your heart flutters as the speed changes and you find yourself gasping for breath. pelvis begins to hammer yours mercilessly. your crotch fills with dripping, numbing pleasure as your body twitches and contorts, having moved nothing. chenle dominates you. he holds you in place to receive each merciless, demonically good thrust. moving one hand to your mouth when you threaten to scream from how well he's fucking you. legs trembling as your pussy takes him again and again, you welcome him into your slippery, swollen walls, feeling sensitive. his cock penetrates you with sharp, swift thrusts and you find yourself in space, taking him deliciously. belly filling with searing fire that threatens to spill into your bloodstream.

“god, you feel so well, you feel s—so nice, angel.” chenle fails to contain his own moans, and his teeth bury into the smooth skin of your shoulder, muffling the moans in your skin as he buries his cock and your pussy begins to tingle. “a-ahgh, fuck!” your lips are caught in your canines at the growing knot in your belly as chenle hammers you ruthlessly.

your eyes squeeze closed and a white noise takes over your mind as you try to find your train of thought, but all your common sense vanishes from your hands before the delicious pumping of his cock abusing your needy pussy; heat spreading from your belly and spilling down your thighs.

it takes almost all of your strength not to succumb right there. to not let the wonderful sensation of his cock driving you to ecstasy.

“o-oh god, chenle,” you cry. your body collapses on the pool table and causes chenle to thrust you from another angle. eyes rolling to the back of your head and moaning building up and spilling from your lips from how good it feels. chenle hisses “s-shit, don't stop moaning. f-fuck, yn. you feel so fucking amazing. sound so exquisite.” his thrusts become sharper, your body jolts and the feeling leaves you dizzy and groggy, mind blank as the pleasurable sensation takes over your body.

chenle grabs you tightly by the waist as his pelvis hammers yours roughly, the sound of your skins clashing filling the room along with your moans and the squelching noise of your cunt taking him with each stroke.

the snap of your skin when his palm hits your butt pulls you over the edge. your hands turn to fists as you try to hold it inside, but the fire crackles inside you, and a pleasurable pain forms in your core. the tingling sensation spreads through your belly wildly and you must stifle a scream.

“feels good, princess? too good? want to cum on my cock, baby?” he coos, “fuck, let me feel you. i need to nut in you so bad, need to stuff you nice and pretty.” his cold hands pull you up and slam you against him, starting to stroke your hard nipples, your lips part open to release a curse that chenle waits for with expecting eyes. “fuck, i'm so close,” he announces, stopping briefly to catch his breath.

chenle suddenly chuckles behind you, “yn, don't fucking tell me you're making this a competition?” your laughter turns to an eager gasp when the switch the pace.

the constant movement has turned you into a whining mess as you try to encapsulate your newfound desire. your dress has wrinkled and the straps that hold them now lie undone, exposing your breasts that press against the pool table moving slightly from the magnitude of chenle's pounding.

your head pulls back and a hoarse moan breaks on your lips as his mouth rests on your neck and his teeth nibble on your skin as the thrusts slow down. your body feels enraptured and weak, and your muscles don't respond to your commands, totally carried away by the crushing desire.

chenle mutters something under his breath before his hands leave your breasts and you feel him cover them again with your dress. your cloudy gaze rests on the half-open slit of light coming in from the hallway, and like a spell you return to your five senses as you process what chenle has said before. your hearing comes back to you the moment you hear someone approaching the room, and something wrinkles in your stomach as you feel chenle still inside you, with no hint of pulling out his cock of you. tummy burning with aching thrill when the door opens and a figure hidden by the shadows stops right at the entrance.

your body is embalmed with terror when you recognize the figure. “sungie,” you pronounce, feeling your mouth dry. jisung slowly enters the room and your body tenses; chenle stands still behind you but one step closer and jisung would be able to see that his pants are on his calves. and your dress is wrinkled and moved up to your waist. and his dick is shoved down inside you. you swallow very hard. “still on the billiard match?” he asks with curiosity as he passes the two of you and heads to the bar.

“as you can tell,” chenle blurts out, and takes you by surprise when he moves his pelvis towards you; his penis slides easily in, then you feel him slide out. your cheeks burn at the notion that he's really fucking you while your brother is in the room, “will you take too long? we're in the middle of something.”

your eyes widen in panic at the choice of words and your belly tightens in turn because you're still aroused and because chenle keeps rocking you torturously slow and deep.

“mmm,” jisung hums and forces you to hold back the grimace of pleasure that was beginning to form on your face when he looks over his shoulder. “just came back for more cigars.”

your hand squeeze chenle's bicep as he shoves his cock, hitting the delicious swollen spot inside, rocking side to side to make sure you feel him against your walls, full length coated with your creamy arousal. your hips react impulsively and you grind against him when his hand pushes your stomach towards his dick and you feel it buried in you.

his eyes meet yours when you look over your shoulder, smiling smugly, “just like that.”

“screwing up.” fuck, he said what you think he said? you both stop abruptly when he walks towards you and stops right at the other end of the table. his eyes squint you for what seems like an eternity until his sight falls on the billiard balls. “the game's pretty much fucked up from the way i see it.” he clicks his tongue, “i'll let you to it.”

jisung barely leaves the room when you feel chenle slide out of you. your throat forms a groan when you feel the emptiness in your pussy, forced to die instantly when he spin you on your heels and his hands tug hard at your dress. “hey, this is silk, moron!”

you let him strip you of your dress and manipulate your body as he sees fit when he makes you sit on the edge of the table to slide the fabric down your knees when he responds, “i'll buy you a new one. only if you let me take it off.” the cold bites your bare skin and chenle's heavy, dark gaze devours it. your breath condenses in your throat by the primal look of the boy contemplating your body; it fills you with infinite glory to know how affected you are that your legs spread open.

his eyes fall on your crotch and something furious flutters on your belly when he licks his lips. “gonna stand there and look stupid?”

a wail of surprise escapes your lips as his cold hands open your legs wider to position themselves between them. your hands grind on his shirt, unbuttoning it with nimble fingers as you feel his mouth creeping around your neck. “you look so fucking delicious.” warm lips sit on your sensitive skin and for a moment you forget what you're doing, rolling your eyes as his teeth finally bury themselves in the smooth flesh and his cock enters you slowly.

you feel every inch he pushes inside, hands making you grind against him until he shoves it all the way in and leaves you stargazing.

your moans in unison gather in the air. “o-oh, god.” you swallow hard. face burning and tickling with raw desire damping chenle's cock when he begins to pound you.

chenle's head buries in your breasts and nibbles and sucks on your tits, tongue wrapping around your hard nipples, before taking them in his mouth one and then another, sending shivers down your spine. your insides tighten as he hums and you feel the vibrations of his vocal cords deep within you, wreaking havoc on your sanity.

you're completely out of your head. spacing. thoughts liquefy with every hard thrust he gives you. legs trembling with pleasure as your mouth spills moans one after the other. “jesus, le, o-oh~.” you lock glances with him, watching his face twitch excitedly, brows furrowed, and skin starting to sweat. “so good, princess.” his mouth attacks you fiercely in a wet kiss before his lips move to your shoulder, where he sucks and bites.

chenle makes you drown out a sound when he lunges at you and pushes you against the pool table, laying you on it while his fingers burrow into your ribs without stopping the haunting hammering of his pelvis. cock hitting over and over your sweet spot, making you smile mesmerized at how good it feels. hissing and groaning, “yes, yes.” fog clouding your senses, sharp pain numbing your limbs, dick fucking you so good. “o-oh—” you cry from pleasure, back arching and tears forming on your eyes. the crushing climax coming closer, you bite your lips, troubled.

your body arches and twists, pelvis moving in a spasm towards him, “fuck!” he pants, “fuck, i'm close, s-so close.” his eyes close savoring the thrilling moment of ecstasy that embraces him. your body goes into another spasm as the searing pleasure spills into your belly and runs wildly down into your pussy. “chenle—” a scream escapes your throat before your mind is clouded with white noise and your body is paralyzed before it starts to suffer waves of strong spasms.

chenle drinks every pronounced throb of your pussy, and delights in your clenching walls wrapping around his cock empties his seed inside before taking his length out and milk the rest on your stomach. pearls of cum dripping into your tummy as his hot nut inside you starts to slide out.

the fog begins to recede from your thoughts and now you find yourself totally sober to say “le,” in a whine, staring at your stomach, “you better clean this up before someone comes in.”

your hand gets lost in his hair as he comes down to you and his mouth begins to clean his cum from you. an excited laugh assails you when he also takes the opportunity to bite your belly.

you bite your lip when he gives your pussy a lash with his tongue. sucking and tasting your velvety arousal. you drown out a groan and a current shakes your body. chenle diligently wipes the remnants of ejaculation with his mouth, taking his time. hands spreading your legs wider as he teases you, tongue swirling against your folds and your entrance before moving to your swollen clit.

you let out a shaky groan when you suddenly remember something.

“you still have my panties, a souvenir?” you taunt.

chenle pulls back far enough for you to look into his eyes, mouth pulling away from your pussy when a smile forms on his lips. your body shakes in anticipation just as he pronounces, “a trophy.” he comes over and kisses you, the taste of his cum mixing on your tongue before you break the kiss and look out the door.

“d'you hear that?” you utter.

“the wind?” he says, making a pretense of kissing you again but you stop him.

“someone was there,” you pronounce, blood rushing up your neck just as a knot grips your stomach. “jisung! oh, my god, jisung was standing there!” you squeal, panicking.

chenle removes your nails off his skin and rolls his eyes “okay, and? hope he enjoyed the show, that fucking heathen.”

you shake your head, starting to freak out. “oh, my god! no! it can't be, right?... he c-can't-” you breathe before your eyes glaze at chenle, because the more you come out of lethargy and hysteria takes hold of you the clearer your mind becomes, and the sharper the figure in the hallway. “that foul harpy.” chenle sighs and holds a hand to his septum in anticipation.

“jini,” he states as if it were some kind of poison.

“you have to do something about it.”

chenle snorts, in disbelief. “like, what? killed her?”

“seduce her or something!”

he bursts out laughing. “yn, are you serious right now? remind me why would i do that?”

“because, because! she's blinded by greed. she'll tell everyone, and no one can know, jisung can't know. he'll ruin me.” you mutter.

“because you're daddy's girl?” he sneers maliciously. his eyes squint at you when he sees you so tormented.

you see him debating behind his wild eyes whether to help you or not and panic lures in you. shit. you're willing to cry if it means convincing him, and he can notice it, because he clicks his tongue in delight. “yn, yn, yn,” he says like a mantra, “fine, fine.” he gives in, watching you whipping away the fake tears.

“let daddy take care of it.”

there was no way to describe the relationship you had with zhong chenle. it could be this symbiosis where both parties could get what they wanted. putting your reputation in his vain hands not only made you feel stupid but at the same time relieved. despite being a manipulative liar, he had ambition. you don't think you can remember a time when he didn't get away with something he truly wanted. there was no better prospect than to leave your faith in the hands of his machiavellian wit.

so you return to the party, trying to look composed. but chenle is still haunting your head and not allowing you to concentrate. your parents introduce you to some important figures and you are forced to put up the best façade because jisung is nowhere to be seen to help you.

thinking about jisung doesn't help either.

chenle: meet me at the pier.

the cold nibbles your skin as you make your way to the old zhong pier. you used to come when you were younger in the summer to lie with ningning and jini on the shore to sunbathe before getting splashed by your brother and chenle. vacations on the lake were full of refreshing days where you either took a swim or lay on a boat where you fell asleep from the swaying.

the lake is frozen by a thin layer of ice, and the closer you get, the more you can hear the laughter and pleasant chatter that others have a little further away from you.

there's a cut-out silhouette at the edge of the pier, waiting for you.

“le.”

jini turns around and smiles at you sharply. “just the copycat.”

you smile patiently.

“dear jini, tell me what you plan to do? murder me?” you mention, stepping closer. “are you going to push me into the lake? literally stab me? i'm hard to kill, and i wonder, how long will it take before someone comes?”

“do you really think someone will come?” she utters furrowing her eyebrows, “your brother? who lives under your shadow? hyunjin or yeji, after telling them that you were against the agreement with their parents? ningning, who hates you as much as i do? haechan, or perhaps chenle?” her eyes sparkle when she mentions his name, and the implicit of it gives you chills when you start to doubt whether it was he or she who sent the message.

“you want everything i want,” you provoke.

“gosh, you're so self-centered, aren't you? taking space, and taking the things that were for others. you don't realize this is your end, and no one will come to your rescue. chenle won't come to your rescue,” she corrects.

“oh, no need,” you say simply. “i've always loved to be a martyr, it's poetic.”

“you're quite a psychopath.” she laughs, and it's only at that moment that you notice how much she's been getting closer to you as you talked. “i... like to be ambitious.”

a scream freezes in your throat as she pushes you toward the lake.

── 8:02hr 🃏 after ──

[leggerefiore]

I was watching some tiktoks where people call their boyfriends by their full name to see their reactions, and wanted to request, how do the submas (and grimsley because he's a lil shit) react when their s/o uses their ENTIRE full name? Do they panic?

cw: angst in Cyrus's part, fluff,

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Grimsley, Cyrus

▲Ingo▼

● The Subway Boss had come home a bit late – Work was never something easy to escape. Last-minute things arose right as he was heading out. He supposed it was best they happened while he was still there, but there was this sadness inside him over being late to get back to you. Your concerns for him simply were too much. Which is why he still rushed home despite everything – Ingo simply could not stand to keep you waiting. Yet, as he entered the home, he heard you call his name – His full name. Instantly, he tensed up. His eyes went wide. Were you upset with him? He had meant to send you a text, but it had been forgotten when with presented his tasks. You soon stood in entryway, staring at him.

● Then, he saw your smile and instantly relaxed. For a moment, he had his mind shoot back to his youth when he would somehow have his actions mistaken for something Emmet did and get scolded by his parents. Letting himself relax, he shook his head. Why would you do that? Your laughter was an answer, he knew. You walked over and gave him a hug as he let out the shaky breath he had been holding all along. You had been teasing him… He hugged you back and chided you for doing that. For a moment, he was genuinely frightened by the idea that had upset you in some manner. Of course, you had to also reassure him that it was absolutely not the case. Please be gentler to the Ingo.

▽Emmet△

○ The younger twin had opted to enjoy his day off quite simply, hanging around the apartment vacantly. Well, with his pokemon. His Joltiks had decided that he was their bed while he laid out on the couch, watching some shows. He was a bit exhausted after an especially gruelling shift the previous day, so he was glad to just let himself exist for a bit. Though, just as he was about to zone out, you suddenly called out to him. His full name, too. He nearly sprung up, ready for a long-winded rant. The only people who ever referred to him like that were his parents or Ingo when he had done something bad. The Joltiks squeaked as he sat up and pondered what he did. He did the dishes… Laundry had been put in the dryer… Emmet could not figure out why you had called his name like that. His heart raced. You appeared from the kitchen to get a look at him.

○ When he saw your face twisted with amusement, he calmed down instantly. A pout fell on his face. Why would you do that? He wanted to grumble about making him worry. You were verrrry mean. He was just an innocent Emmet trying to relax with his spiders, and you made him think that he had done something bad. At seeing his pout, you had walked over and gently stroked his cheek while nuzzling your nose against his own. He hummed. Well, maybe he could forgive you. He supposed he was not above teasing himself. His arms suddenly came around you to put you closer to him. A plan for you to make it up to him entered his mind. He giggled and buried his face into your nape. Work had been busy lately. There had barely been a moment to spend with you. Now was the time to make up for it. The Joltiks seemed to know it was time to flee.

♠️Grimsley❤️

♤ He had come home late after winning a poker tournament. While it had been an exhilarating experience that kept him more than energised for the whole of it, he felt exhausted now. It was nearly four in the morning, and the lack of sleep and few drinks he had were catching up to him. He was excited to creep into bed with his partner and sleep the day away. Though, maybe a shower was due. The smell of tobacco clung to his suit. It did not bother him, but he knew his partner would get annoyed. Spritzing on a heavy coating of cologne would not appease them either. Clicking opening the door to his apartment, he did not expect to see a light on in the kitchen nor you sitting at the table. You sat with your arms crossed. Before he had a moment to react, you called out his full name. His lips unconsciously pulled back into a carefully trained smile as a chuckle left him. A bluff? He had been calling them all night. What were you trying to do, really?

♤ Grimsley simply sat down across from you and stared deeply into your eyes, determining whether you really upset with him or simply playing some kind of game. His fingers tapped against the wood of the table. Unreadable. Fascinating. Another thing about you to capture his attention and drive him further into this madness. He called your bluff. You only shrugged in reply before strolling over to him and catching his chin to make him look at you again. Your eyes stared into each other's own for a moment before you leaned down to kiss him. He easily reciprocating the action. How silly… The only people that ever called him by his name like that had been his parents, who he cared little for, or Nanu when the old man was actually upset with him. Neither of which were you. To him, you saying his full name was like a Purrloin pawing at his leg for attention.

🌌Cyrus🛰

☄️ He expected unpleasant things to follow, but you instead cupped his cheek gently. Your eyes stared into his own. There was no aggression on your face, simply concern. Your thumb stroked his cheek. He let the tension leave his body. Right… You were not like that. You had never been like that. Why would he think such awful things about you? The foolishness of spirit harming him again. But before he could spiral, you embraced him and softly admitted that you were trying to tease him before apologising for upsetting him. He let himself embrace you in return as a wordless apology. It was fine… You could not have expected his reaction. He held you closer to him. Cyrus avoided coming home for various reasons, but the strongest reason was his fear of your judgement. You were his largest weakness, yet he could never do anything that would upset you.

☄️ Overworking was simply second nature for the Galactic Boss. It was rare that he left on time, and many would describe him as essentially living in his office – cut off from the rest of the world to further fester on the things that haunted him. Though, he could not truly do that all the time. Someone was waiting on him, and he was not the type to allow others to suffer. So, he entered his apartment with little apprehension. A mistake apparently, since the first thing he was his full name called out. Instantly, he tensed up. Horrible memories flooded his mind. Whenever people would call his name… His parents, his teachers, other children… He swallowed. Were you upset? There were a number of things he knew that could have had you simply displeased with him. Would yelling follow? Words about his shortcomings? You appeared before him as he contemplated far too much.

[bellgraves]

Phillip Graves x Fem!Reader

SMUT/ NSFW/ MDNI

This is part 2 of my fic about reader selling weapons to Graves.

It's for @unicorngirly1 ❤️ (I'm so sorry lovie, it took me that long to write it, I hope you will like it just a little bit 🥺)

♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️♠️

Ballroom was filled with women in beautiful dresses and men in suits. Orchiestral music was playing wonderful melody,accompanied with the voice of the singer. Waiters were walking amongs the guests offering drinks.

Phillip Graves was standing next to the stairs. He was talking with General Shepard, who invited him here. All powerful and rich people were here too.

Graves was wearing black suit, dark blue shirt and bow tie. He was more handsome than ever.

"The leader of KorTac is going to be here with few of his the best agents. I want to introduce you to him. We will work with them." Shepard said to Graves.

"I heard Price and Laswell are also here. Why?" Graves took champagne glass and took a sip.

"Laswell insisted to include in everything Task Force. We all work together now. But don't worry son, that will not last. Our business is more important." Shepard looked around.

"Kate! John!" Shepard motioned with hand, for them to come closer.

All four of them exchanged forced courtesy.

After few minutes of boring chat, Shepard noticed someone.

"Commander Milanovič! Finally we have met." He extended his hand in greeting a man who came closer. He was in the company of a beautiful woman.

Graves had to take a deep breath. Of course he recognized you immediately. It was him who had a hot and steamy sex with you, few weeks ago and persuaded you to sell weapons to Shadow Company instead of Konni Group.

You looked gorgeous. Beautiful dress, high heels, charming smile... Graves felt hot.

"General Shepard... Nice to see you. I would like to thank you for your assist. I hope you will have good use of the weapons from my agent." Milanovič pointed at you.

"Yes, we all know how Graves got these weapons. " Price said with sarcasm.

"John, not now." Laswell gave him a warning look.

"If I knew, I had to fuck a pretty girl to get weapons, I would have done it by myself. What position do you like darling?" Price came closer to you.

"John I think you had too many drinks." Laswell tried to save the situation.

You stood there all flustered and embarrassed. All you wanted is to punch this guy who was so rude to you, but you didn't want to couse a scene. Not in front of your KorTac boss.

You looked at Graves and your cheeks burned red. He was so handsome.

"Price, I thought you're english gentleman. I was so wrong. You're indeed just a vulgar, fucking dog." Graves said calmly.

"What did you just called me?" Price furiously replied.

"John, that's enough." Laswell put hand on Price's arm to try to stop him, from any other move.

"We should go to some private place to talk about our cooperation against Konni Group." Laswell said.

"You go talk. I have some business to do with this lovely lady." Graves took your hand and without any hestitation dragged you along with him.

"Call me when you need me." Graves shouted behind his arm.

You and Graves runned downstairs until you reached parking lot. You finally stopped.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You asked.

"It means, I'm taking you to my place." Graves texted his men asking for a car.

"That what happened between us...it was just one night stand okay?? I had very hard week and I felt lonely...I just needed a man to take care of me. Nothing more." You tried to explain yourself.

"And I needed your weapons, to blow up the whole Konni Group. Thanks to you, I'm gonna be more rich than ever." Graves smiled.

"I'm glad that I could help you but.."

"There is no "but" darling. Graves came closer and touched your face.

"You and me could rule the world. I fucking admire you. I know many women who are in this business, but you... You're special. I'm not letting you go." Graves kissed your lips just before you wanted to say something.

"Fuck...you have no idea how happy I was when I saw you tonight..." He murmured into your lips.

You heard honk of the car.

"Come with me." Graves leaded you to his bulletproof car and helped you get inside.

************************************************

You two were in his luxury apartment.

Graves managed to take off your dress already. You were sitting on his kingsized bed, wearing only bra and laced panties. On your head you put one of his cowboy hats.

"I see, you enjoy my place." Graves poured you champagne to a glass.

You giggled and grabbed him by his belt, pulling him closer. You took glass from his hand and took a sip.

"You have nice hat and watch collection." You said smilling at him.

"I need a trophy wife too." Graves finished his drink and jumped on you almost spilling your whole drink.

"Someone who will know how to handle me." Graves took glass from you and put it away. He started to leave wet kisses on your neck.

"How do you like to be handled...Phillip?" Your question send a chill down his spine.

"Do you want me to show you?" He whispered.

"Go on. Show me." You smiled mischiviously.

Graves took off his boxers in seconds and pulled you by your neck close to his cock.

"Lick it, beautiful girl." He commanded.

You gave his tip a good, long lick with your tounge, like it was the most delicious icecream you ever had.

Then you wrapped your mouth around his veiny cock, and you finally gave Graves, the relief he needed, by bringing him down halfway and using your other hand to pump what your mouth was unable to reach.

You took Graves a few inches further and deeper with each nod of your head till his cock reached the back of your throat, you gagged a little against the length.

You opened your mouth wide and caressed his balls, causing Graves to let out groan. He glanced down at your teary eyes and red cheeks.

"That's it baby...Atta girl... Atta fucking girl" He prised you while his cock was leaking a precum.

Graves took away your face from his cock, he was holding your chin with his fingers and smeared his precum on your lips.

"You're so good for me, you deserve reward aint'cha?"

Instead of answering him, you took off your bra and panties. You turned yourself around on the bed and arched your back. With your fingers you spreaded your pussy folds.

"It's all yours Commander." You slowly played with your clit.

"Damn, that's what I'm talking about." Graves released a sigh, and grabbed your ass cheeks. He pressed his tongue into your pussy.

He flicked his tongue over the sensitive bud that caused you to see stars, as he licked a long stripe from your folds up to your clit, putting his tongue deeper into your hole.

Your hips bucking slightly into his face as you pursue the pleasure his mouth is giving to you.

"You taste divine." Graves murmured into your pussy, as he buried his face even more into you, his nose poking your clit.

You only moaned in response, needing more. Graves intuitively understood what you need and, put his two fingers into your, leaking, wet hole.

He curled his fingers futher into you, not stopping licking your clit. He hit a particual, sweet spot inside of you, that made you moan even more.

You felt arousal falling from you, tight knot slowly getting loose in your tummy.

"Phillip...more...more please." You panted.

"At your command, my darling." Graves curled his fingers more, deep inside you pushing them in and out, at the same time with his other hand he started to play with your asshole. He spit on it and put slowly his thumb inside.

Now you felt deliciously stuffed, complete pleasure was taking over you.

You were cumming all over Graves fingers and his tongue. Loud moans of his name, falling from your lips.

Graves didn't even give you a second to rest, because he pulled you by your legs making you lie on your back.

He palmed his cock, collecting his precum to slick up himself. He slowly rubbed the tip of his cock along your slit, mixing your juices with his, making him slide into your hole with easy push.

He burried hemself immediately into you, feeling full and perfect inside your walls.

You moaned, pulling him closer for a kiss.

Graves kissed your lips, neck and wrapped his mouth around your nipple, giving it a delicious suck.

His cock started to slide out of your hole, before slamming back in. Your nails digger into his shoulders, as he continued roughly to slide in and out repeatedly.

You rolled your eyes back to your head from pleasure, as you heard his voice.

"You feel good, sweetie?" Graves squeezed with his hands your tits.

"Fuck..yes...Just like that..." You moan, your hands wondering around his back.

"You're so beautiful....Shit... You're mine."

Graves mumbled, as he watched how his cock disappear into your wet pussy, he watched how you spasm around him, everytime he pounds into you.

He grabbed your chin to look at his eyes.

"Say it, that you're mine." Graves whispered almost with threat.

"My loyalty...is...yours Phillip." You say almost without breath.

You didn't know what effect, your words will have on him.

His eyes darkened, his lips crashed with yours, giving you sloppy, erotic kiss.

He put your legs on his shoulders, folding you on half, and his speed increased.

His cock spreading your walls, and his tip hitting your g-spot with each thrust.

You felt dizzy from pleasure, your orgasm shook you, your body felt limp and all you could do is just cling into Graves and whine softly.

He hardly pressed his mouth into your neck, to silence his moans but he didn't slow down, he continued his thrusts.

"You like being fucked like that?" He choked out, each slam when he thrusted into you.

"Keep taking it baby...take it..." His movements slowed down, his vision got blurried when his cock twitches in you and fills you up with his white seed.

He cursed before he fell into you. You had him in your arms and caressed his hair. His face lying on your chest. Both of your were panting, trying to catch a breath.

Graves suddenly rised up and turned you around in his arms.

"Fuck. You're gonna be death of me." He murmured.

"No, don't worry. I will aid you if you need me." You smiled and caressed his face.

Graves looked at you carefully. It was not only lust anymore.

"I would love to...take you out somewhere. Maybe we can visit your favourite country...go hikking or swimming...I know few amazing places." Graves said that calmly almost shyly.

"I would love that too." You didn't want to admit, but your heart beated faster from happines. The fact that he didn't want to treat you just like a sex buddy, but actually wanted to date you, made you incredible content.

"That's great. I have some free time now, I think me and the Shadows will deploy in few weeks, so we defenetly can spend some time together." Graves wrapped his arms around you and gave you kiss on your forehead.

Graves was thinking about something more.

"You know if you want, you can stay in my place, when I will deploy. My home is your home." He tried to sound casual, but you defenetly heard some nervious tone in his voice.

"You want me to move in?" You asked.

"Yea, of course if you want to. Because...It would made me very happy if your were here when I comeback." Now his cheeks were full blown red.

"Sure. Why not. Your place is beautiful." Now you tried to sound casual.

Graves sighted and hugged you even more.

"That's good baby, that's good... There is one more thing I have to do."

"What is that?" You asked curiously.

"I need to kick Price's ass. I didn't forget what he said to you."

You laughed and kissed him.

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Tagging my lovies!! 🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣

@candy616

@xxavengingangelxx

@phillip-graves-wife

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝙲𝚑.𝟷 - 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗?

♥️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟸 ♦️

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 - 𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗?

Seonghwa removes a cigar from the top drawer of his desk, lighting it while leaning back in his chair.

He takes a deep breath before speaking, “I guess it’s time. Bring ‘em all in here.”

Jongho immediately stands up and rushes out of the room, returning moments later followed by San, Wooyoung, Mingi, and Yunho. 

“What’s this all about?” Mingi asked while taking an empty seat on the sofa next to Wooyoung and San.

“Don’t question the Dragon,” Jongho ordered while sitting back down on the chair across from Seonghwa’s desk. 

Seonghwa ignoring the boy’s curiosity, looked around the room, “Where is Hongjoong?” he asked, “I thought I told you to bring them ALL in here.”

“I told him…” Jongho started.

“He’s coming,” San rolled his eyes, “do we really have to wait on his ass to start this shit?”

Seonghwa shot a glare in San’s direction, “haven’t I told you before that patience is a virtue?”

“Ummm…” San hesitated, “well I mean sure but I think Gandhi said  ‘he who hesitates is lost’.”

“Ooooh Gandhi was really smart too,” Mingi smiled.

“If you’re gonna quote, make sure you’re quoting the correct person…It wasn’t Gandhi, it was Joseph Addison,” Seonghwa snarled. “Now shut the fuck up boy and sit quietly before I shut your ass up for you.”

Wooyoung turned to look at San with wide eyes, laughing maniacally, “you’re as dumb as Mingi.”  

San punched Wooyoung in the arm, “who the fuck are you calling dumb, psycho?”

Wooyoung stopped laughing immediately, a red flash glinted in his eyes, “I’ll show you who I’m calling dumb,” he growled.

Jongho slowly stood up and walked over in front of the boys, taking a deep breath, he smacked Wooyoung and San on the back of their heads, “Knock it the fuck off,” he commanded.

Before either of the boys had time to respond, Hongjoong strutted into the office, sitting in the now-empty chair that was once occupied by Jongho.

“It was so nice of you to save me a seat,” Hongjoong smiled crossing his legs to get comfortable.

“It’s about time you decide to grace us with your presence,” Seonghwa cocked his head in agitation.

“Well you know, I am a busy man too,” Hongjoong smirked, “It’s hard to stop everything at the drop of a hat.”

“Get the hell out of my seat!” Jongho growled, shooting a look of death in Hongjoong’s direction. 

“Hmmm…I didn’t see your name on it,” Hongjoong smirked, readjusting to get more comfortable.

“Jongho,” Seonghwa whispered. 

Everyone looked at Seonghwa, waiting for his response, but he only shook his head no, slowly. Jongho exhaled, crossing his arms, but didn’t dare to say another word.

“I received intel about Seven and they are currently searching for an unknown female, who has crucial information about them,” Seonghwa started. “And we need to…”

“We need to kill her,” Wooyoung interrupted excitedly.

“Oooh can I blow her up?” Yunho asked moving closer to Seonghwa. “I have a new bomb I’m dying to try out.”

“No,” Seonghwa smacked his hand against the desk, “we need to find her first and find out why this bitch is so imperative.”

Everyone’s phones dinged at once causing them to look at what they received. 

Yunho looked at the boy who was sitting quietly on his laptop in the corner of the room and said, “thanks Yeosang.”

Yeosang nodded in response without taking his eyes off of his computer.

“This is the description we have of her, as vague as it may be, I have faith in all of you that you will be able to successfully find the target and bring her here…alive.” Seonghwa said.

“5’3, 100 pounds, long blonde hair with purple streaks throughout, and hazel eyes,” Wooyoung read.

“Not really giving us much to work with, boss,” Yunho sighed as the boys' phones dinged again.

“Lee Y/N,” San read aloud, “such an average name and average description. This sounds like it’s gonna be a mundane mission.”

“As mundane as it may seem, the boss man deems it be important, so stop the damn complaining and do as you’re told without all the bellyaching,” Jongho snarled.

Seonghwa nodded, “Yeosang has tracked down her location and she is staying in the next town over. She seems to be frequenting a local nightclub there.”

Their phones dinged once more.

“The quality is not satisfactory but it’s better than nothing, however, this is a picture from the CCTV that Yeosang managed to secure after hacking their systems,” Seonghwa continued.

“Hongjoong, I want you to go to the club with Wooyoung and bring this girl here,” Seonghwa ordered.

“Can I hurt her?” Wooyoung asked with a smile from ear to ear.

“No,” Seonghwa snapped, “I need her to be fully intact when I get home.”

“You never let me have any fun,” Wooyoung pouted.

“I’m gonna blow the club up after they get her out, so there won’t be any evidence of her being in there,” Yunho smirked hopefully.

Seonghwa rubbed his temples with both hands, “Yunho, calm down, you will not be blowing anything up this time, but I do have another important mission for you, Mingi, and San.”

“I’m waiting…” Mingi states impatiently.

“There’s a woman in Thailand that I need you guys to go meet. She has intel on an important drug deal about to go down, involving Seven. You will be flying out tonight, she will meet you at the airport and I want to know everything she has to offer,” Seonghwa explains.

“I think I’d be more useful here,” San announced, “they’re gonna need help getting the information out of this little bitch once they get her home.”

“I gave my orders,” Seonghwa snapped. “Yeosang, send them the picture of Hani.”

Yeosang nodded and shortly after Yunho, Mingi, and San’s phones dinged.

“This is who you will be meeting. Tell her I sent you. I don’t want violence of any kind. She is with our allies, we need to show respect.” Seonghwa demanded.

“And what is your little pet going to be doing during all of this?” Hongjoong huffed pointing to Jongho aggressively.

Jongho started towards Hongjoong, fists clenched, when Seonghwa spoke up, “Jongho, Stop!” causing Jongho to stop immediately.

Hongjoong smirked, “Stay doggie.”

Jongho inhaled deeply, cocking his head, staring a hole through Hongjoong.

“Did we get a dog?” Mingi excitedly looked around. “Where is she or he? I don’t want to assume its gender.”

“Idiot,” Yeosang unexpectedly mumbled.

Mingi’s eyes widened, “Are you calling me an idiot or is that the dog’s name?” 

Yeosang rolled his eyes and went back to looking at his laptop.

“There is no dog, Mingi, Hongjoong was calling Jongho Seongwha’s dog,” San explained.

Mingi bursted out with laughter, “Oooooooh. That’s funny.”

Yunho leaned back against the wall, “I swear you get stupider every damn day.”

“Enough!” Seonghwa yelled. “It’s none of your concern what Jongho does but he’s coming with me. I am meeting up with a contact about possibly expanding our arsenal.”

“Oooooh we’re getting some new toys,” Yunho’s eyes widened with excitement.

“Possibly but for now I need everyone to focus on the mission in hand,” Seonghwa ordered with a wave of his hand, “You are all dismissed.”

Everyone slowly got up and exited the office.

♥️♠️ Later that evening♦️♣️

“San! Come on, we gotta go, the cars waiting,” Mingi yelled up the stairs.

San stomped down the stairs, “don’t get your panties in a bunch, the jet won’t leave without us.”

“But I’m not wearing any panties,” Mingi announced, confused.

Yunho smacked Mingi’s arm, “you don’t always have to say whatever comes into your head.”

“If I don’t say it, then how will you know what I’m thinking?” Mingi asked. “Or can you read minds now?”

Yunho rolled his eyes, walking out of the front door, followed by Mingi and then San shortly behind. They entered the blacked out limousine that was parked outside of their mansion. The limo drove to an airport and the boys entered the private jet that was waiting on them.

Once inside Yunho took a seat by a window and immediately started scrolling through his phone. San found the mini bar and made a concoction of different liquors, smiling after taking the first sip. Mingi sat in the seat directly to the right of Yunho, placing his chin in his right hand, staring at Yunho.

Yunho glanced up from his phone, “what the fuck are you looking at?” he asked.

“What am I thinking?” Mingi wondered.

“How the fuck would I know?” Yunho snapped.

“I want you to use your super powers and read my mind,” Mingi smiled. “Tell me what I am thinking.”

Yunho smacked Mingi’s arm that was holding his face up causing his head to drop for a second. “You’re a fucking idiot. I don’t have super powers and I can’t read minds.”

“But you said…”Mingi started.

“I meant you need to stop saying every fucking stupid thought that comes into your head,” Yunho snapped.

“Oh,” Mingi pouted. “That’s disappointing.”

The jet took off and the rest of the ride to Thailand was uneventful. The landing was rough, the jet came to an abrupt stop. They all headed to the door but was met with a handful of men in suits with guns pointed at them. San slowly reached his hand in the waistband of his pants placing his hand on the butt of his favorite gun. Mingi placed his hand on San’s shoulder, signaling for him to hold off exposing his weapon.

“I think we have a misunderstanding here,” Mingi smiled coyly. 

“I don’t believe we do,” one of the armed men argued.

Mingi laughed, “of course we do. We were sent here by The Dragon, Hani is expecting us.”

The armed men looked at each other, guns still aimed at the boys, when a blacked out Cadillac limousine pulled behind the armed men. The driver’s window slowly went down and a man said, “Let them through.”

The armed men hesitantly made room for the boys to walk through to the limousine with their weapons still drawn. Yunho reached over to the one and adjusted the man’s black blazer jacket, “it was wonderful meeting you, gentlemen. We’ll have to do this again sometime.” He smiled and followed Mingi and San into the car.

Inside there was a woman, holding a glass of champagne. Once the boys were inside, sitting adjacent to her, and the door was closed, she sipped some champagne before reaching under her left leg pulling out a black and pink semi automatic pistol. She pointed it at them with a smile on her face, still holding her champagne in the other hand.  

“Tell me who you are now,” she demanded.

San instinctively reached for his gun but was stopped by Mingi, “Not yet,” he whispered. “I’m Maverick, this is the Mad Hatter, and that’s Viper. We were sent to meet you by the Dragon.”

“The Dragon, you say. Well, what if I say I’m a dragon slayer?” the woman asked coyly.

“Then I’d have to say that you’re kind of shit out of luck since the dragon isn’t here and you seem to be lacking your sword,” Mingi smirked.

“Hmmm, aren’t you a quick one?” she asked, Yunho couldn’t help but to snicker. “What’s so funny, little boy?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone refer to Maverick as being quick,” Yunho explained, Mingi elbowing Yunho in the ribs.

“Anyways, now that you know who we are, are you gonna confirm that you’re Hani, so we can get to business?” Mingi interrupted.

Hani rolled her eyes and returned her gun to its original location under her thigh.  “I am Hani, now how can I be of assistance to you?”

“The Dragon said you had information on a huge drug deal that is supposed to be going down soon,” San said, still holding the butt of his gun ready for anything.

“Yes. Seven has a delivery coming into this airport on friday. It’s said to have 110 kilos of heroin,” Hani confirmed.

“How do you know this is true?” Yunho questioned.

“I have my ways and I’m not at liberty to discuss that, however, once the heroin is removed from the plane it will be taken to Hotel Malaga, which has a nightclub, where Jackson Wang will be coming to retrieve the goods.” Hani continued. “That’s where you guys come in. You will need to steal the drugs from Wang and take them to the Dragon. He will know what to do from there.”

“Shit,” Yunho snapped. “Did you guys hear that?”

Everyone looked at him confused. “Hear what?” San asked.

Yunho placed a finger to his mouth signaling for everyone to be quiet. “Get down,” he ordered.

Gunshots started to fire, bullets ricocheting off the sides of the limousine.  

“What the fuck is happening?” Mingi whispered yelled.

“They must have found out we were meeting,” Hani announced.  She retrieved her pistol from under her thigh and glanced up through the window.  When her eyes reached the level where she could see out, a bullet came through, penetrating into her skull in between her eyes. Her body fell lifeless onto the floor of the limo, blood soaking the floor around her head.

Yunho crawled over to Hani, placing his two fingers on her neck under her jaw, next to the windpipe, he waited a few seconds before releasing her and shaking his head, “she’s gone.”

The gunshots continued, making the boys feel like caged animals. Yunho took his gun that was taped to his ankle and used the butt to bust the window to the driver out. He crawled through only to see the driver slumped over the wheel. “Ok mister driver, we’re about to have some fun,” he whispered, maneuvering underneath the body of the driver, hoping to be able to use his lifeless body as a shield from any bullets. He cracked the driver’s neck so his head could cover all of Yunho’s head from the left side to prevent exposure.  

Yunho fired the limo up, began driving without having any idea of where he was headed. He drove aimlessly through the town until he came to a corn field and without hesitation he drove into the field, hoping that the crops would aid in their camouflage from the impending enemy. 

“What the fuck was that driving?” San complained once the limo came to a complete stop.

“I had to do what I had to do to get away from that shit,” Yunho laughed.

“Where are we?” Mingi asked, looking around to see corn surrounding them. 

“It looks like we’re in a corn field,” San huffed, “but what the hell do I know?”

“What are we gonna tell Seonghwa?” Mingi took a deep breath. “Especially about her.”

“Well if you ask me, she looks better like this anyways,” Yunho smirked.

“You’re one sick fuck,” San snapped. “You’re starting to sound like Wooyoung.”

Just then, Mingi’s phone began to ring, he looked to see Seonghwa was calling. He answered, placing the call on speaker, “Go ahead.”

“What the fuck did you idiots do?” Seonghwa yelled.

“Yo boss man, this wasn’t our fault. Someone was shooting up the limo, we had to do what we had to do to make it out alive,” San explained

“Is everyone ok?” Seonghwa asked.

“Yea,” San, Mingi, and Yunho sang in unison.

“But Hani wasn’t as lucky,” San interjected looking down at Hani’s body that was now lying against the left door due to Yunho’s manic driving.

“At least you three are fine. You’re my only concern. I’ll figure out what to tell our allies about Hani, later,” Seonghwa sighed. “Yeosang is sending a helicopter to the field that you’re in, wait there for it. We’ll discuss what you learned when I get home from China.” He hung up the phone before anyone had the chance to respond.

Yunho looked through the window at Hani, “can I bring her home with us?” he asked.

“You sick fuck,” San snapped.

♥️♠️Meanwhile♦️♣️

Wooyoung sat in an SUV parked outside their mansion, patiently waiting for Hongjoong to come outside. The front door flew open and Hongjoong strutted outside and got into the passenger’s side of the truck. 

“It’s about fucking time,” Wooyoung hissed as he started the car and drove off.

“You can’t rush perfection,” Hongjoong smirked looking at himself in the mirror located in the sun visor above his head.

“You look the same as you did two hours ago,” Wooyoung argued while driving towards the club.

“Maybe to the naked eye but that’s only because I’m naturally this sexy,” Hongjoong boasted. 

“Whatever you say,” Wooyoung said not really understanding what Hongjoong meant.

Wooyoung didn’t think the way Hongjoong thought. He didn’t consider anyone to be “sexy”. There’s only killable and non killable people and he didn’t know where sexy fit into that mix.

“So when we get there, I’m gonna go inside and get that bitch to leave with me and you’ll wait out here, okay?” Hongjoong explained.

“Then I’ll snap her neck when she gets into the truck,” Wooyoung added.

“Nooooo,” Hongjoong shook his head. “Remember, we have to keep her alive…Seonghwa’s orders.”

“Can’t we just say it was an accident,” Wooyoung begged, “Pleeeeaaassssse.”

“No!” Hongjoong snapped. “You’re not gonna kill her in the truck.”

“Fine,” Wooyoung pouted. 

Wooyoung pulled into an alleyway behind the club and parked the truck against an adjacent building. Hongjoong put an earpiece into his left ear that was out of sight to the naked eye. “Can you hear me, Ghost?” Hongjoong asked.

“Loud and clear,” Yeosang responded. “Devil isn’t connected, though.”

Hongjoong smacked Wooyoung’s shoulder, “put your earpiece in,” he ordered.

“Ughhh,” Wooyoung moaned, “I hate wearing that. It interferes too much with the voices I already hear.”

“You need to have it in,” Hongjoong glared at the boy, “I promise this won’t take long.”

“Fine,” Wooyoung agreed, slowly putting his earpiece into his ear. “Can you hear me, Ghost?”

“Loud and clear,” Yeosang said. “You’re clear for the mission.”

Hongjoong got out of the truck and made his way to the entrance of the club. He walked over to the door man and handed him his ID, which was scanned before being returned. Hongjoong walked into the club, scanning the surroundings looking for his target. 

“I don’t see her anywhere, Ghost,” Hongjoong announced.

“Hold on, I’m trying to crack their security,” Yeosang said busily typing away on his laptop.  “Ok, I’m in. Let me see if I can spot her.”

Hongjoong walked through the crowd of people who were busy drinking and dancing their worries away. The club smelled of a combination of sweat, alcohol, and an overwhelming combination of body sprays and colognes, which made him feel right at home. This is the atmosphere that Hongjoong was most comfortable in, where he originally made a name for himself. 

“She’s at the bar,” Yeosang announced, “four seats from the left.”

“Copy,” Hongjoong nodded, now headed in the direction of the bar. He sat in the empty seat next to Y/N who was oblivious that anyone sat there. 

Y/N ordered a drink and when the bartender brought the new glass over and sat it down, Hongjoong leaned forward and said, “that one is on me.”

Y/N turned and smiled at Hongjoong, “thank you.” She picked the drink up and took a long sip which made the glass half empty. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” Hongjoong winked. “On a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.”

Y/N laughed, almost spitting out the liquid she was getting ready to swallow. “Does that usually work?” she asked.

“I mean you did seem to move a little closer to me, so I’m assuming it’s working,” Hongjoong smiled.

“I adjusted to avoid spitting out my drink,” Y/N explained with a smile.

“Well it’s refreshing to find a girl that prefers swallowing,” Hongjoong continued.

“Oh my god, you’re too much,” Y/N laughed playfully, hitting Hongjoong’s arm. “What’s your name?”

“You’re a fucking loser,” Yeosang whispered into Hongjoong’s ear making him smirk.

“I’m Justin and you are?” Hongjoong lied placing his hand out to shake Y/N’s.

She placed her hand inside of his and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Justin. I’m Y/N.”

“Oh the pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” Hongjoong brought Y/N’s hand up to his mouth and gently kissed the top of her hand.

Hongjoong continued to talk to Y/N, buying her drink after drink while he nursed his one drink, to avoid any chance of getting intoxicated.

“I think I should probably get home now,” Y/N slurred, fully feeling the effects of the multiple alcoholic drinks that she consumed.

“Can I give you a ride home?” Hongjoong offered.

Y/N raised an eyebrow while looking at Hongjoong, “why would you want to give me a ride?” she asked curiously.

“You seem a little intoxicated and I would feel awful if something bad happened to you since I’m the one that bought all your drinks tonight,” Hongjoong explained. “It’s the least I could do.”

Y/N contemplated the offer before nodding with a smile, “sure I guess it would be ok if you take me home.”

“Great,” Hongjoong smiled, standing up. He put his arm out for Y/N, who gently intertwined her arm with his. 

Outside the club Hongjoong led Y/N down an alley and opened the passenger’s side door of the truck for her to enter. After shutting the door, he got inside of the driver’s side.  He turned the car on and turned the music up and began to drive. Y/N looked out the window quietly singing along to the radio.

Wooyoung slowly sat up from the back seat, unbeknownst to Y/N, holding a cloth tightly over her nose and mouth until he felt her body go limp.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, her head was throbbing and everything felt dizzy. She tried to move her hand but realized she was restrained. Everything in the room was pitch black so she wasn’t able to gather her bearings either.

“Are you ready to have some fun?” a man’s voice sounded from behind her.

♥️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ♠️ 𝚌𝚑.𝟸 ♦️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 10- It Had To Be You

Summary: Easy Company is finally in Germany and are pushing the Germans back…Nothing could be better; some soldiers are already saying the war is over. The boys make another jump near Thalem, Germany only to soon find out there is something more sinister in the dark, and they soon realize the Nazis are worse than they'd ever dreamed. This particular situation weighs heavy on Joe, sending him into an infuriated mental state where he instinctively lashes out at you, causing a serious strain on your relationship.

A/N: Mature audience, Joe LiebgottxFem!Medic, She/Her Pronouns, Y/F/N, Y/L/N, Cursing/Swearing, Derogatory Slurs, Womanizing Comments, Aggression, Angst, Confrontation, Military Terminology, 1940’s slang, Inappropriate Nicknames, Band of Brothers References, Mentions of Weaponry, Yiddish/German language with English translation, Soft Sexual Content, Smoking, Crying, Banter, Pining, FOREVER FLUFF

German is identified with (g)

Yiddish is identified with (y)

This grand finale is for my Liebgott/McCall squad 🪖 ♠️ 🦅❤️

@mrs-greenside @wordsaresimple-imnot @awaterfalls @skiesofrosie @aliciax3

*These stories may not fall entirely in accordance with the TV series timeline. I do not know the real soldiers the actors portray in this series, so please understand I show no disrespect. Some or most of historical events and character interactions in my fanfics are fabricated purely for the sake of the enjoyment of fiction*

~~~~~~~

April 1945 Sturzelberg, Germany

For once, the men of Easy Company enjoy themselves. Captain Spiers continued mailing home several valuables he's plundered from wealthier houses. George Luz and Frank Perconte forage at a farm for eggs while a farm girl stumbles upon the men in her family’s barn. George ultimately gets slapped in the face after attempting to flirt with her. While the boys kept busy with their activities, President Roosevelt was pronounced dead back in the states.

The company prepares to move on to their new headquarters in Landsberg to deal with bands of Waffen-SS whom Hitler has ordered to fight a guerilla war in the Alps. The men hastily loaded up their duffels and gear onto deuce trucks.

“I got it, Gams.” Liebgott insisted as he took your gear bag from you tossing it up to Webster on the bed of the truck.

“Danken dir, meyn libe.” (y) (Thank you, my love). You say while you affectionately squeeze his arm as you pass him to board the truck.

Webster offered his hand to you to help you up while Liebgott lifted you by the waist.

“Up ya go, doll.” Liebgott grunted as he hoisted you up with ease.

~~~~~~~

The ride through the mountains could be considered almost a pleasant experience. With the sun shining and the spring scenery through Bavaria had the men in high spirits as they begin singing "Blood upon the Risers.” You listen to the boys singing and enjoying themselves eliciting a smile from you. For once they sang for you and not the other way around.

🎶“Gory, gory what a helluva way to die! Gory, gory what a helluva way to die! He ain’t gonna jump no more!” 🎶

They all belted out in unison.

“Hey, Y/F/N, you ain’t singin’!” Luz declared.

You chuckle, “I’m relaxin’, George. I’ll sing for you boys when we get there.” You reply with a wink.

~~~~~~~

As the company arrived to a village halfway to the destination, the officers were in agreement to stop and rest for the night. Speirs ordered Easy to clear a lavish building with many flats to designate as billeting for the men to sleep for the night. The occupants of the home were resistant, and were quite vocal about being evicted from their ritzy residence.

“Was machst du!? Raus aus meinem Haus! (g)(What are you doing!? Get out of my house!)” A German woman of one of the apartments yelled repeatedly at the men when they stormed in.

“Tell her she’s got five minutes.” Speirs called over to Liebgott.

“Raust! Raust! Du hast fünf Minuten! (g) (Out! Out! You got five minutes!)” Liebgott barked at the woman.

The woman shrilled pleas in German to him while Joe tried to talk over her cries.

“Sir, she says they’ve got nowhere to go, but the house next door is empty-“ Liebgott translated.

The rest of Easy ushered men, women and children from other living quarters out into the hallways and out the main door.

“We’re only gonna be here one night! You got four minutes!” Speirs shouts over the woman’s protests.

Joe relayed Speirs’ message to the woman as he shooed her out of the room.

~~~~~~~

You lug your bag up to the second floor of the building, looking forward to the hot shower you’re about to have. You peek through the first door at the top of the stairs and see a well put together parlor with a welcoming seating area and a full liquor display on a bar trolly in the corner. You find the master bedroom with a bed fit for a queen. You release a long sigh of relief as you imagine the restful night of sleep you’ll have later.

You set your duffel on a antique bench seat at the foot of the bed, then sit on the chair at the vanity table to untie your boots when you suddenly hear the door to the apartment open and slam shut.

“Honey, I’m home!” Liebgott’s voice carried through the flat.

You giggle as you shake your head while you proceed to remove your boot.

“Hey, Gams, where you at?”

“In here, Joe!” You call out.

Liebgott appeared in the door way. When he saw you sitting at the make-up table, he smirked as he leaned on his elbow against the door frame. He stood there staring at you as you started removing your other boot. You look up at him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask him as you eyeball him skeptically.

“Like what?” He scoffed.

You laugh, “Like you’re starved and I’m a T-bone steak.”

Joe chuckled as he slowly strolled into the room towards you.

“I was just thinkin’.”

“About what?”

“About the last time I was alone in a room with you.”

You feel a flutter in your stomach, “Oh? In Holland?”

Joe nodded, “Yeah, when you were fixin’ my neck up in that barn.”

He stood in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets studying you adoringly with a lazy smile. You smile at him as you stand to walk to him.

“An unforgettable day that was.” You say.

His smile widened, “That was five months ago, ya know?”

Your face twisted up as you recall how long ago Crossroads was.

“You’re right. Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?

He hummed in agreement. You turn away and enter the bathroom undoing your hair from the bun you had it in.

“Have you found a place to sleep?” You project from the bathroom.

“Sure did.” Joe replied as he situated himself onto your bed, getting comfy.

You walk back into the room, “Oh no you don’t.” You scold.

“What?”

“You can’t sleep in here.” You state.

“And why the hell not?” He retorted.

“Well, what would people say? It’s not-” You try to continue, “-It’s not proper, you know?”

Joe raised his eyebrow at you.

“Since when have I been proper?” He asked seductively with a wink as he got up from the bed, making his way towards you.

“Joe…” you cautioned as he progressively closed the gap between you.

A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he slinked his arms around your waist, “What?”

You rest your hands on his chest giving him a gentle push as you lean away from him. You knew what he was up to, and you weren’t going to cave to him. His hands were firmly pressed against the small of your back pulling you closer to him.

“You ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy.” He said in his low gravelly voice.

You felt yourself unravel in his arms, fighting the smile he was bringing to your face to not fuel his behavior.

“Joseph Liebgott, what would everyone think if they found out you spent the night in my room with me!?”

Joe chuckled, “I think they’d say, about time!”

You let out an exasperated sigh, “Joe, I’m serious.”

He rolled his eyes, “Look, Gams, we ain’t gotta do nothin’, aight? I just wanna hold my girl until I fall asleep. Just the two of us. Nobody’s gonna say anything, ok?” He reassured.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously at him.

“Besides, there ain’t no way I’m not staying in here with you tonight. I’ve been waiting almost two years to hold you in bed without all the guys snoring in the same room.” Joe added.

~~~~~~~

The following morning, Easy loaded back up onto the trucks to Landsberg. Along the way, they witness over 300,000 newly-surrendered German POW's marching past; noticing that they continue to march proudly even in defeat, Webster begins ranting angrily at the Germans for starting a war they could never have hoped to win, and uprooting his and his fellow soldiers' lives.

“Hey, YOU! You stupid Kraut bastards! That’s right! Say hello to Ford and General fucking Motors! You stupid fascist pigs! Look at you! You have horses, what were you thinking!?” Webster bellowed out at the sea of marching Nazi soldiers.

Webster sat down hard on the bench of the truck, running his hands through his hair mumbling expletives to himself before standing to erupt more shame at the Germans.

“What the fuck are we doing here!?”

Everyone remained silent, allowing Web to violently rant because they agreed with every word he said. As the trucks approached the entrance of Landsberg, they witness French soldiers summarily executing three Germans. A replacement is shaken, looking to you and the boys alarmed, but Perconte simply shrugs at him, while Liebgott looks smug.

The trucks roll up to the town square and come to a halt. The men begin to stir, offloading from the rears of the vehicles with their gear.

“I wanna send out some patrols. We’ll have Dog Company here in the village, and easy and Fox in the woods.” Winters directs to Speirs and Welsh.

Speirs turns to Welsh, “Easy Company’s gonna take the North-West. LT Lipton.”

“Yes, sir?”

“Have 1st and 2nd platoons swing up to the woods, and have 3rd swing around. Make sure they bring a medic.” Speirs ordered.

~~~~~~~

Easy trekked through the thickets surrounding Landsberg, bantering and joking like they’re strolling through a park.

“O’Keefe-“ Bull said as he tapped the replacement’s arm.

“Sarge?”

“Why the hell you so jumpy, boy?” Bull asked smirking when he saw O’Keefe’s worried expression.

“I-I’m not jumpy-“

“You can hear your heart pounding in Arkansas, boy.”

You scoff, “Give the kid a break, Bull.” You say with empathy.

“Hey, George, does this kinda remind you of Bastogne?” Perconte asked.

George looked around, “Yeah, now that you mention it. Except, of course, there’s no snow, we got warm grub in our bellies, and the trees aren’t fucking exploding from Kraut artillery. But, yeah, Frank, other than that, it’s a lot like Bastogne.” Luz replied sarcastically.

“Right?” Perconte agreed.

“Bull, smack him for me, please?” Luz called back to Randleman.

Bull smiled through his cigar as he swat the back of Perconte’s helmet.

“Thank you.”

As you all came close to a clearing at the tree line , you can hear shuffling and rustling near by. The platoon made their rifles ready in case it was the enemy.

“Stay behind us.” Bull whispered to you. You nod.

As you all entered the opening beyond the woods, your eyes fall upon an encampment of some kind. Rows of long, narrow ‘hut’ like buildings locked up within fence line. You look through the barbed wire walls, and see a handful of sickly beings shuffling aimlessly on the main path.

“What is this?” Luz asked baffled by the scene.

More people in striped clothing emerged from the huts, lining up along the inside of the fence.

“Looks like—a prison.” You say as you slowly make your way forward in front of the guys.

~~~~~~~

Perconte was sent back to the town to retrieve Winters and the rest of Easy Company to see what they found on patrol.

Winters and the rest of the company arrive on the scene, all eyes glued to the horrific display beyond the barbed wire. Winters and Nixon walked up to you, Bull, and Luz. Winters surveyed the sullen faces that stared back at him through the fence. Eugene came straight to you as soon as he got off the truck.

“Hey, Y/F/N.”

“Eugene.” You greet dryly.

“What’s happening ‘ere?” Gene asked motioning with his head to the camp.

“They’re definitely POW’s. Just look at ‘em…those poor souls.” You reply softly, too emotional to raise your voice.

Nixon came to you and Eugene.

“I want you two to take Dog and Fox medics and give these guys a look over once we get in, ok?”

“Yes, sir.” Eugene confirmed.

Perconte and Christenson opened the first set of gates for Winters. As Winters entered, he directed them to open the second gate. You and Eugene walked ahead motioning the other medics to follow.

The prisoners were all male, skeletal with sunken faces and ghostly complexions. The smell of rot and decay filled the air. The residents of this hell began tugging and grabbing at the soldiers as they entered, muttering implorations in a different language.

All the prisoners are near death, seriously ill or starving, some so weakened that they collapse as they try to approach the Americans. While many more are dead as corpses litter the area, Malarkey and Heffron grimly note the number tattoos on dead prisoners' arms marking them "like cattle.” Randleman and Luz discover a hut jam-packed with living and dead prisoners lying shoulder to shoulder.

“Christenson, any of your men speak German?” Winters asked.

“No, sir. But we got Y/L/N here that does—”Christenson offered.

“I need Liebgott..LIEBGOTT!” Winters yelled over the men, “Lipton, find me Liebgott.”

“Sir, I can help.” You insist to Winters as you push through the rabble.

Winters looked at you, “These people need care, you go ahead with Doc Roe and figure out how to help these people.”

Liebgott pushed through the crowd, “Right here, sir.”

One prisoner Winters had pulled aside started speaking to Joe in German.

“He said the guards left this morning, sir—they burned some of the huts first…with the prisoners still in them, sir—alive.”

“Jesus Christ.” Nixon uttered in disgust.

The man continued.

“Some of the prisoners tried to stop them…some of them were killed.”

Liebgott paused to listen, “They didn’t have enough ammo for all of the prisoners, so…they killed as many as they could…before they left the camp…they locked the gates behind them and headed South.”

“Someone in the town must’ve told them we were coming.” Nixon said.

“Yeah, I think so.” Liebgott agreed.

“Will you ask him what kind of camp this is? Why are they here?” Winters requested.

“Was ist das für ein Lager? Warum bist du hier?” Liebgott relayed.

The man struggled to answer.

“He says it’s a work camp for, uh, ‘unerwunscht’… I’m not sure what the word means, sir. Uh, unwanted, disliked maybe?’

“Criminals?” Nixon asked.

“Eh, I don’t think criminals, sir,” the man proceeded to explain, “…doctors, musicians, tailors, clerks, farmers, intellectuals, I mean, normal people.”

“Juden…Juden…” the man repeated.

Liegott’s jaw clenched.

“They’re Jews…poles and gypsies.”

The prisoner began to sob, pointing beyond the trees stuttering and hiccuping as he spoke.

“The women’s camp is at the next railroad stop.” Liebgott revealed.

The man walked away wailing, unable to speak anymore.

~~~~~~~

Easy rushes back into the village of Landsberg to gather food and water for the survivors of the camp. Each company raided bakeries, delicatessens, and cheese shops hurrying back to distribute the rations to the prisoners.

When Col Sink arrived with the battlefield surgeon, Winters and Nixon are told they must not continue feeding the survivors. The surgeon claims the survivors' vital systems are unable to handle massive food intake, and they need to be closely monitored during their recovery.

“If we give them too much to eat too quickly, they’ll eat themselves to death. We need to keep them in the camp until we find a place for them in town.” The battlefield surgeon explained to Winters and Nixon.

You walk up to Sink, Winters, and Nixon with a report on the POW’s when you hear:

“You want us to lock these people back up?” Nixon asked in disbelief.

Your eyes widen as your breath catches in your throat.

“We got no choice, Nix.” Sink replied plainly.

“Otherwise they might scatter. we need to keep them centralized so we can supervise their food intake and medical treatment. So, until we find some place better…” the surgeon added.

“It’s a cryin’ ass shame, but let’s get it done.” Sink ordered as he walked away.

“Sir?” You squeak, looking for confirmation on what you just heard.

Winters looks at you with regret. The prisoners were to remain inside the barbed wire fence of the camp to prevent them from potentially spreading diseases…an announcement which Liebgott would be ordered to make.

“Nix, find Liebgott and have him explain to the prisoners what needs to happen-”

“Sir, with all due respect-” you begin to contest.

“Not now, Y/L/N-” Winters replied sternly.

“Sir, you couldn’t make Joe do that. It’ll haunt him for the rest of his-”

“You heard the doctor, Y/F/N. Eating too much could kill them. Go on back and triage as many of the prisoners as you can before they get locked back up.” Nixon pushed back.

You release a breath of defeat, looking over your shoulder to find Joe about ten feet away speaking to another prisoner as Winters and Nixon B lined him to tell him the message that he was to announce.

“I can’t tell ‘em that, sir.”

You run up to the group and stand next to Liebgott.

“You’ve got to, Joe.” Winters replied.

You squeeze Joe’s tricep gently, letting him know you’re behind him.

Joe averted his eyes to the ground, his jaw once again clenching as he internally battled his thoughts and emotions.

“…Yes, sir.” Joe complied under his breath as he turned away from the officers and you to mount the rear of a truck to address the sea of prisoners.

“Aufmerksamkeit! Aufmerksamkeit! (g) (Attention! Attention!)” Liebgott projected over the crowd.

Liebgott reluctantly explained in German to the POW’s what was about to happen. The further along Joe got in his explanation, the more the prisoners contested and weeped. He did his best to provide reassurance that it was in their best interest, promising them it is only temporary and that food, supplies and medicine were coming, but they shook their heads and continued to beg to keep their freedom.

Joe struggled to continue, but he pushed through. His words trailed off when the rest of Easy began ushering the prisoners towards the entrance of the camp. Feeling the most utter sense of shame, Joe hung his head, unable to look at his own people in the eye. He staggered backward onto the bench of the truck, allowing his tears to fall.

~~~~~~~

May 1945

Easy arranged for long term sleeping quarters in the town’s abandoned buildings that were still intact. One evening, you find Joe sitting on a bench at the end of the cobblestone side walk at the edge of Landsberg.

“Hey, Joe.”

He gave you quick side eye, but didn’t say a word. You look at your boots, searching your mind for the right words to say. But you knew better. Nothing you say could help him feel any better. You can see he was stuck in his thoughts about what he just had to do.

You clear your throat, “Winters assigned me to a mission just now.” You began.

Joe remained silent.

“They’re sending me to Dachau until they can get enough female field nurses to tend to the women prisoners over there. They’re terrified of men so they won’t let any of the male medics near them. I don’t know how long I’ll be there.” You elaborated.

Joe lit a cigarette.

“Roe’s going, too.” You add.

Joe scoffed.

“Yeah? Well hope you two have a good time.” He hissed.

You placed a hand over your stilled heart.

“What?” You choked.

“You heard me.” Joe spat back taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Joe, how could say such a thing? I know you’re hurting-”

“You don’t know a goddamn thing!” He barked, “You ain’t even Jewish! How could you know how I feel!? You go around talking the language like you know somethin’ and you think that makes you one of us? You’re a dizzy dame, you know that!?” He proclaimed.

You push down tears, fighting the urge to cry. You take a deep breath.

“Ok, Liebgott,” you begin as you collect yourself, “see you around.” You say as you turn to walk back to your building.

“Yeah, high tail it and run away like the rest of ‘em.” Joe sneered.

You stop abruptly. You wouldn’t allow it. You turn back and stomp back to him.

“You don’t think I understand pain? Or loss? Defeat? Well, I do! Maybe not through your eyes, but I’ve endured my own, Joseph Liebgott. And until now I thought I’ve suffered the worst of them all.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the worst you’re suffering now? Go ahead and enlighten me!” Joe replied viciously as he stood up hovering in your face.

“Heartbreak! Watching the love of my life slip away because he’s completely submerged in hate and anger!”

Joe stared at you in awe, taken back by your response. He grinded his teeth as he flicked his cigarette butt.

“My condolences.” He sneered as he breezed past you leaving you shivering in the dark alone.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you sat on the bench Joe had been seated on.

~~~~~~~

June 1945 Thalem, Germany

You remained in Dachau for the duration of May and June with no hope in sight of returning any time soon until the first week or so of July when medical relief finally arrived. Joe had written you a letter the week after you had gone but hadn’t received a response. He had half a mind to go AWOL and hitch a ride to Dachau first chance he got so he could see you again.

Luz, Perconte, Liebgott, Webster, and Randleman sat on the second floor of a bombed out home overseeing the townsfolk in the streets when Nixon joined them. The locals remove the rubble of houses and buildings from the street, as a string quartet plays a somber song in the middle of the square.

"Tell ya one thing about the Krauts, they sure clean up good." Luz expressed.

"Yeah. All you need's a little Mozart." Liebgott added.

"Beethoven." Nixon corrected as he entered onto the landing.

"Sorry, sir?" Liebgott replied.

"That's not Mozart," Nixon repeated as he stood to listen to the melody, "that's Beethoven."

Nixon looked over at Liebgott.

“Any word from Y/L/N?”

Joe shook his head.

“Hm. You sent a letter?”

Joe nodded, “Four pages long.”

“Did you apologize?”

Joe looked at him unamused.

“Yes, sir, I did. Multiple times.” Joe replied dully.

“I see. She’ll come around.” Nixon reassured.

Joe nodded.

“I don’t know, he said some pretty nasty things to her before she left.” Webster declared.

Joe shot him a look of disdain.

“Shut it, Web.” Joe warned.

“He’s right, Lieb.” Bull interjected, “She told me what you said. You’re a goddamn knucklehead, boy.”

Joe released a frustrated sigh.

“Ok, I fucked up! Alright? I was wrong for saying what I said, but you know what? I can’t change that now.” Joe exclaimed as he stood up and began pacing the landing.

“I ain’t gettin’ her back by writing letters.” Joe thought outloud. He looked at Nixon.

“Sir, if I could just get assigned to a detail to Duchau—”Joe began to negotiate.

“You know I can’t do that, Lieb.” Nixon stated before he could finish.

“But, sir—”

“We can’t just send you off to Duchau to play Romeo, Joe, it’s a waste of man power, I’m sorry. You’re also our best German linguist so we can’t be losing another translator since Y/L/N left.”

Joe looked towards the ground deflated.

“Right, sir.” Joe groaned as he slumped onto a chair.

Everyone remained silent for a minute or two before Nixon spoke again.

“Hitler’s dead.”

The boys all looked at him.

“Holy shit.” Joe breathed.

“-Shot himself in Berlin.” Nixon added.

“Is the war over, sir?” Bull asked.

Nixon looked at him, “No. we have orders to Berchtesgaden, be ready to move out by 0700 tomorrow.”

“Why? The man’s not home. Should’ve killed himself three years ago, would’ve saved us a lot of trouble.” Webster said.

Nixon smirked weakly as they all started to exit the landing.

“Yeah, he should’ve,” Nixon concurred, “but he didn’t.”

~~~~~~~

“Allied forces discovered numerous POW, concentration, and death camps. These camps were part of the Nazi attempt to effect the ‘Final Solution’ to the ‘Jewish Question.” At least five million ethnic minorities and six million Jews were murdered- many of them in the camps.” -BoB close out description on Episode 9- Why We Fight

July 1945

You were finally released to Easy Company at the end of June, and were on your way back to Thalem by the first week of July to link up with them before they left for Austria. The only communication you’ve chosen to have with anyone about your status since you left was Major Winters and Captain Nixon. You transmitted a telegram to Winters from Dachau about your completed mission, and also made it quite clear not to tell any of the guys about you coming back. You didn’t want anyone making a fuss about your return.

The truck you had been on for transport to Thalem came to a sudden stop in the plaza, conveniently where Bull, Luz, and Webster had been hanging out in front of HQ.

“Well look who it is!” Luz whooped.

You smile as you approached the three soldiers.

“Hey, boys! Missed me?” You ask as you approached.

Bull greeted you by giving you a quick bear hug.

“We sure did, girl, good to see ya.” Bull professed as he took your duffel from you.

“We didn’t know if you were ever coming back. When did you find out you were coming?” Webster queried.

“I knew about a week ago.” You confess.

Their eyes widened.

“And…you didn’t say anything to anyone?” Luz asked.

“Just Winters and Nixon.”

“Ah.” Luz confirmed.

The air was thick and awkward.

“What?” You ask.

“Well,” Webster began, “we thought Liebgott would’ve been the first to know.”

You sigh irritably, “I am no longer on speaking terms with Liebgott.”

“He said he wrote you a letter.” Luz affirmed.

“He did. But the damage has been done.” You finalize as you adjust your grip on your other bag.

“Come on, boys, leave it alone. All’s that matters is she’s back.” Bull inserted, “Come on, Y/F/N, I’ll show you where the females be stayin’ at.” Bull offered.

~~~~~~~

“What the fuck did you just say!?” Joe snapped.

Webster’s eyes widened, “Uh, she’s in Thalem. She got here about 20 minutes ago.”

Joe suddenly had a thousand mile stare, looking beyond Webster into the distance out the window as his heart hammered against his rib cage.

“Meine Liebe kehrt zurück. (g) (My love returns).” Joe whispers to himself.

He looked back at Webster and grabbed him by the shoulders, “Where is she?”

“She’s getting cleaned up at nurse’s billetting.” Webster disclosed.

“Why didn’t she tell me she was coming back?” Joe asked out loud as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I think you know why, Joe.” Bull’s voice rang out as he entered the room.

Joe hurried towards Randleman, “How is she, Bull? Is she ok? Does she look good?” Joe rambled.

Bull chuckled, “She’s just peachy, Joe. Give her some time to get back into the swing of things, though, before you go smothering her, ok? You’ll have plenty of time to talk to her on the way to Austria.”

~~~~~~~

You already picked your seat on the bed of one of the trucks before the rest of Easy showed up. You had your nose in a medical journal, completely absorbed in the chapter when you’re startled by the abrupt collide of someone sitting next to you. You gasp and come face to face with Liebgott. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“Isn’t there another truck you could’ve picked?” You hiss before turning back to your book.

Joe scoffed, “Nice to see you, too, Gams.”

You huff as you shift your back towards him.

Joe stretched his arms over his head bringing his right one to rest on top of the truck bench behind you. He gazed upon you while you made yourself busy reading your book. He hesitated to speak, hoping you would say something first. He clicked his tongue while his leg bounced with anticipation.

“Why didn’t you write back, Y/F/N?”

You half looked over your shoulder at him annoyed.

“Why do you think?”

“Because I was an idiot.”

“That’s putting it gently.” You retorted.

The rest of the company loaded up and the trucks were on the move.

“So you got my letter?”

“I did.” You replied simply.

“Well, did ya read it?”

“Yes.”

“Gams, you gotta give me somethin’ here, it’s like pullin’ teeth gettin’ answers outta you!” Joe pleaded.

You turn to him, “I don’t owe you anything, Joe Liebgott. Not anymore.” You grit at him.

Joe looked around at the rest of the guys sitting with you on the truck.

“Look, you were right, and I was wrong.” Joe admitted in a hushed voice so the conversation was between you and him.

“Go on.” You urge.

“I am an angry, ornery son of a bitch, and the only time I was happy was when you were around. The day we found that camp—” Joe paused to hold his composure, “—it broke me down…almost to the point of no return. I lost it.” He looked at his boots.

You study him with compassion, your heart simultaneously breaking and melting for him.

“After you left, I became a shell of a man because of everything. I couldn’t shut my eyes without seeing your face or the faces of those prisoners, so I started drinking so I could sleep. Ended up gettin’ into a lot of scraps with Fox and Dog Company. Major Winters talked me into cuttin’ back when he said I’d get court marshaled and sent back to the States without seeing you again.”

He fell silent, afraid to look back at you from shame. You sigh, and take his hand. Joe’s eyes eagerly met yours as his hand squeezed yours.

“This war broke all of us at some point, Joe. Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. But it’s important you don’t push away the people who care about you most.” You exhibit.

He nodded, “I was so lost without you, Y/F/N.”

He cupped the side of your face with his hand as his thumb gingerly rubbed along your cheek. You put your hand over his, leaning into his touch as a single tear escaped the corner of your eye. Joe bowed forward to rest his forehead against yours, your noses tenderly touching.

“Ikh hab dir lib (y) (I love you).” He breathed tilting his head forward until his lips brushed against yours.

Your lips gently lock onto his, each of you inhaling eachother’s breaths. You pull back to look into his honeyed brown eyes.

“I will never disrespect you again.” Joe vowed quietly.

You fall into him as he embraces you. His heartbeat drumming in your ear while your face presses into his chest.

“I love you, Joe.” You reciprocate.

“Ok, you two, you kissed and made up. Can we dispense with the sappy stuff now?” Luz complained.

You giggled as you pull back from Joe’s arms.

“Hey, Y/L/N, you owe us a song!” Luz pointed out.

“Hm, I suppose I do. Any suggestions?”

“I don’t know, surprise us, don’t make me think no more, we just need something nice to hear.” Luz rattled off.

You take a moment to think, until inspiration struck you. The boys wait with anticipation all over their faces, waiting for you to start. You look around the truck, smiling mischievously. You take a deep breath…

🎶“It had to be you, it had to be you.

I wandered around, finally found , the somebody who,

Could make me be true, Could make me be blue—”🎶

The boys leaned in, already entranced by your soothing voice, relishing the classic you selected. You stood so they could all see you, slipping your hand into Joe’s as you continued to perform.

You glance at Joe and wink, “Das ist für dich (g) (This is for you).” You whisper real quick before the next verse.

🎶“For nobody else gave me a thrill,

With all your faults, I love you still,

It had to be you, Wonderful you,

It had to be you— *GASP!*—”🎶

The truck violently quaked as it hit a pothole in the road, throwing you off balance causing you to stagger forward. Joe once again swooping in, hooking his arm around your hips in front of you before you could fall to the floor. The guys whooped and hollered with laughter and applause.

“Now where have I seen this happen before?” Luz questioned sarcastically rubbing his chin.

You return a hearty laugh and sit back on the bench next to Liebgott.

Joe angled in close to your ear, “Told ya I’d always be there to save you.”

You meet his stare with a smirk as he winks back at you.

~~~~~~~

Berchtesgaden

You arrive in Austria and take Eagle's Nest with no resistance. All you find are dead German officers and a considerable amount of war loot. After the men seized Hitler’s private fortress and officer housing surrounding it, Winters announced the war's conclusion in Europe and you were all directed to remain in place until you had to move on.

The guys wasted no time raiding the fully stocked wine cellar, popping open champagne and brandy, drinking from the bottles before claiming a space in any of the empty chambers of the castle and officer’s housing.

As evening approached, Easy lounged around the common room in front of a roaring fire in the massive fireplace, each with their own bottle of wine smoking and joking about anything and everything.

“I suppose you’ll be staying with Y/F/N?” Luz asked Liebgott.

“You bet your ass I am.” Liebgott confirmed.

“Yeah? Well, here’s a couple of extra bottles for ya to bring to the room.” Malarkey hinted with a wink passing Joe two unopened bottles of Cognac.

Joe smirked roguishly at Don, “Ya think I need liquid courage, Malark?”

Don chuckled, “Nah, just settin’ you up for success for the rest of the night.”

“Yeah, you better go to her before she falls asleep, pal!” Perconte teased.

Joe’s smile widened as he pointed at Frank, hastily standing up to rush towards the grand staircase.

“Go get ‘er, Lieb!” A couple of the guys shouted after him as the rest cheered him on.

~~~~~~~

You found a sleeping chamber with a balcony and one hell of a view of the mountains. You lean on the wall of the stone terrace, amiably staring at the warm hues of the sky as the sun set sun set beyond the blue, snow capped Alps with the lake glistening and sparkling below.

Joe meandered into the bedroom and quietly ambled onto balcony. He set the bottles down, sneaking up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you against him.

“Joe! You startled me!” You feign as you hold his hands in front of you.

Joe nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of vanilla and lavender on your hair.

“You smell incredible, doll.”

You rest your cheek on the side of his head.

“Why thank you, Mr. Liebgott.”

Joe took you by the shoulders to turn you towards him. He affectionately kneaded your arms as he beamed at you.

“You owe me a dance.” he declared.

You tilt your head at him, “You know what? You’re absolutely right.”

You ardently look back into the room.

“Hold that thought.” you prompt him.

You hurry back into the room to the gramophone that sat in the corner of the room. You finger through the record collection and find a song you were familiar with, and prepare it on the turntable. You crank the handle and gently place the needle on the record until the sound of “Sleepy Serenade” by The Andrew Sisters materialized through the horn.

You turn to see Joe’s reaction.

“Guess the Krauts appreciated The Andrew Sisters, too, huh?” He quipped.

“I suppose so.” You snickered.

Joe’s eyes seductively looked you over from head to toe, then casually beckoned you over to him.

“Don’t keep me waiting, Gams.” He hummed flirtatiously.

You sashay over to him as Joe offered his hand. When you were close enough, you place your hand on his to which he grasps it tenderly and proceeds to twirl you around then gracefully pulls you into him, holding you tight and flush against him by the waist as you sway dreamily together to the angelic melody.

Joe led you through the threshold of the balcony and around the room until you feel the back of your knees bump into the edge of the bed. Joe held you steady gaping into your eyes as he brought his hand up between you to caress your cheek. You lull your head onto his palm, your heart beat drumming.

“Marry me.” Joe purred.

Your mouth collapsed from shock, “You mean it, Joe?”

Joe rest his forehead on yours, “Absolutely. I don’t want to spend one second apart from you ever again.”

Your lips collide, locking onto each other in a deep lustful make out. Joe pulled away.

“So, is that a yes?” He said through his signature grin.

“Yes.” You moan into his mouth as you pull him back onto the bed with you.

~~~~~~~

You consummate your engagement with a night of pure, passionate love making. A heated, desirous adventure neither of have ever experienced before. Your souls became one that night in Berchtesgaden, never once to be separated or without the other ever again.

The End

[smallestapplin]

[request]

Let’s goooooooooo

How about some theme based gym leader S/O headcanons, Authors choice on characters, go wild, feel free to make them yandere if you’d like just have fun with this one!

- Pierced Anon

Anything for you broski! I used this opportunity to write about less loved characters. ^^

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💙Blue💙

- Power couple? Power couple! With Blue’s history with being a champion and a gym leader, aside from being a legend, you two are THE power couple.

- The finale gym leader to beat, strong with your typing, and strong in your theme, with your very loving boyfriend who stops by to cheer you on.

- I’m so sorry if you are a dark or ghost type gym leader, with your dark and spooky aesthetics. Blue is going to be in your gym, bright clothes, looking so out of place, as he acts as your personal cheerleader.

- “That’s right! That’s my partner! Heh, aren’t they just amazing?”

- He posts a fair bit online, and respects if you don’t want to have pictures of you posted. But he does have an entire slumber dedicated to you, and of you and your Pokémon training.

- He will make memes of the trainers you defeat, cause he’s recording the whole match, and some expressions or moments are just too funny not to!

- Buys or produces all sorts of merch themed around you, to show his love and support of his honey!

- Plus, Blue makes the perfect sparring partner. He changes up his teams, has good strategies, strong well trained Pokémon, battling against him easily prepares you for others.

- He accidentally ruins you for normal challengers, cause not many pose as much of a challenge as your boyfriend does.

- Be careful and watch which pokeballs you pick up! There have been several times you grabbed the wrong one, and brought one of his Pokémon to work instead.

- Though his Pokémon like you, so they were at least chill. You, however, we’re not chill-

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👻Morty👻

- another match up! You two are quick to become a hot topic, and what most want in a relationship.

- Morty is so relaxed, so calm, but so attentive and caring, loving to hear you talk about work.

- Meanwhile you’re just opposite enough to complete him, being everything he needs and wants in a lover. Especially with the job!

- You being a gym leader is relieving, as you’ll understand his complaints, or comments on how he can improve his gym, or train.

- And since he’s a gym leader too, he can help you out a lot more than most could!

- Half the time he only had to say one word, and you’ll completely understand what he’s talking about. He loves it!

- He likes surprising you at work, when he’s in his lunch break, or day off. He’s stealthy without even realizing it, and sneaks up on everyone, scaring the daylights out of challengers and employees alike.

- But, while a subtle change, you’ll notice how his smile softens, and eyes brighten at the sight of you, as he walks over with a lunch box in hand for you.

- You both have hectic schedules, with managing your respective gyms, meetings, and taking care of the gyms upkeep. But Morty makes all the time he care for you. He’s always stopping by.

- He’s scared trainers, cause sometimes he’s the first person they will see, and think they are at the wrong gym. Only for you to pop up and greet them, making the trainer sigh in relief.

- It’s pretty common knowledge around Johto that you’re with Morty, even new people are quick to find out. Especially since you steal his scarf every chance you get.

- But Morty likes it when you steal his clothes, he thinks it’s so cute.

- He’s a decent person to train against too! He’s the fourth gym leader, and his ghosts come with a good amount of power.

- But he’s never upset when he loses, in fact he’s happy to cause that means he gets to give you kisses, for winning of course.

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♠️Grimsley♦️

- this man is constantly texting you to come down to the league, just so he can get his affection, but shhh he’ll never admit it and call you the needy one.

- Both of you live pretty busy lives, but mostly you, as Grimsley mainly just sits and waits for a challenger. So you get many calls and texts from him, as you work.

- He likes face timing you and watching you battle, he likes seeing the show you put in at work. He’s your number one fan from the shadows.

- Though everyone knows.

- He’s more salty about the other league members and champion adoring you, cause they have told him if you two ever break up, they are taking your side.

- He was more offended they even thought of you two breaking up! How rude!

- His Pokémon are babies for you, and you’ve taken his Krookodile to work, cause she wouldn’t stop following you, and would sulk when you’d tell her to go back. So you were stuck with an oversized lizardy lillipup for most of the day, your challengers found it hilarious.

- Until Grimsley called you, asking for his Pokémon back.

- “Babe, I’d love to give her back to you, but you’re gonna have come down here and get her yourself. She’s cuddling me right now.”

- “Oh of course, when my Pokémon want to cuddle is ‘oh of course sweet baby’ but when I want to cuddle it’s ‘no Grimsley, you bite too much.’ How cruel.”

- “Grimmy, sweetie, I know you bite to show affection, but your teeth are sharp and biting my forearm isn’t very sexy of you.”

- Yes, these types of conversations happen regularly.

- He’s fun to train with, however he will be making it a bet, mainly cause if kisses are on the table he is not going easy, he wants his kisses damn it.

[bittencandy]

Tyki Mikk relationship headcannons

♠️ He has a tendency to wander when he's drunk. He had taken you to Portugal for vacation during a festival when you first learned of this little quirk.

The two of you had spent the day gorging yourself on local street food, walking the streets while drinking and admiring the festivities and your activities had carried on well into the night.

Both of you were drunk. And while Tyki's tolerance is admittedly higher than yours, he had been drinking a lot more than you had.

You were busy admiring a string of floats being carted down the street. A prism of colors and flower blossoms, making the street look like a rainbow. And when you had turned to gauge Tyki's reaction you were struck with the startling revelation that he was gone. He had just been next to you. Where was he?

After about fifteen minutes of weaving through the crowd of people and hopelessly calling out to him over the rancorous laughter and chatter, you found the man digging around in some dumpster for a reason that only God knows. His face has lit up like you were the stars incarnate at the sight of you and it was almost enough to dampen the panic and fury in your chest. Almost.

" Hey, babe! I've been looking all over for ya!" He had slurred while dangling from the lip of the dumpster.

That had earned him a smack on the back of the head.

♠️ Rubs his feet together when he's getting ready to go to sleep. It's almost like a ritual for him. If he's completely honest, he doesn't even realize he's doing it half the time. He didn't know how frequently he did it until you had pointed it out to him one night. Once his body makes contact with the mattress he's out like a light.

♠️ He's not much of a morning person but he's used to waking up before dawn to go work the mines when he's with Eaze, Momo, and Clark. But he's also out well past midnight when hunting Exorcist for the Earl, so all in all his sleep schedule is non-existent.

So, when he finally has time to see you he's either falling asleep and crashing for hours on end or he's waking up before the sun can peak over the horizon out of habit. One time he passed out for nearly 15 hours straight and you had to press your ear up to his chest to listen for his heart beat to make sure he was still alive.

He is a bed hog though. Often splaying his arms and legs out like a star fish until you have no choice but to sleep on top of him. You're pretty sure it's intentional.

On the nights where he can't sleep and insomnia kicks in, he'll train smoke through a pack of cigarettes until he gets tired enough to go back to bed and pass out.

You've caught him like this on several occasions. Waking up well past midnight to see his side of the bed empty and cold.

It presses you to leave the comfort of your bed. And you'll find him in the kitchen, sitting at the small table in your pitifully sized dining room.

The window cracked open letting the smoke from his cigarette coil outside into the delicate night air. Tyki will be gazing outside, a set of heavy bags under his eyes. No doubt tired from the long " business trip" he took for the Earl or his little reunions with Eaze, Momo, and Clark.

You'll sneak up behind him (or so you like to think. He'll know you're up as soon as he hears the bed creak from down the hall) and wrap your arms around his shoulders, kissing the crown of his head.

It doesn't take much to coax him back in bed. He's quick to snuff out his cigarette on the ashtray and follow you out of the kitchen as soon as he feels your warm arms around him.

♠️ I see gift giving as one of Tyki's love languages. Much like how he gifts Eaze the silver buttons from the uniforms of slain Exorcists, he likes to pick up random trinkets from the countries that he passes through.

You now have an entire shelf in your house that's devoted to these little nick nacks.

It sits above your writing desk and you often find yourself staring at them when there's a lull in your inspiration.

There's a shell that he had found off the coast of Italy, cream and strawberry pink,

a gorgeous pale lavender lace fan from France, a kaleidoscope from Berlin. Not to mention the time he came back with the Kamasutra, the bastard. You may or may not have tried out a few of those positions. One especially adventurous position resulted in a pulled muscle and the two of you laid out on the floor in a heap of tangled limps, bodies shaking with laughter.

♠️ This man falls in love all over again whenever you cook for him.

You know that saying, "the way to a man's heart is through his stomach"?

Well that's Tyki 100%

Just the thought of you making a meal FOR him is enough to make him feel loved.

It doesn't even have to be perfect.

Is it a little burnt? Doesn't matter.

Slightly undercooked. He'll still eat it.

( He might give you some shit for it, but it's all in good fun)

You have to remember, unless he's attending a family meeting with his fellow Noah, or is at Sheryl's, he's most likely with the boys at the mines. Most of the time he's eating a slice of tough, musty bread or some salted pork while he's on lunch break down in the dark, gritty shafts. He's also used to visiting soup kitchens in whatever area he's currently visiting. Drinking down greasy soup that's usually seasoned with enough pepper to make someone choke as a way to mask the weak watery flavor.

Whatever you make doesn't have to be perfect. He's just appreciative that you had taken time out of your day to make something for him.

If there's ever any left over food that you can't finish, he'll eat it for you. He's literally a bottomless pit.

♠️ Physical touch is definitely one of his love languages. This man is very handsy.

He needs to be touching you in some sort of way.

A hand on your waist, an arm slung across your shoulders, having you sit in his lap. You get the picture.

When he's been gone for weeks, if not months on end his next priority is you. No matter where you are or what you're doing he's finding you and pulling you into his arms and smothering you in kisses.

And the kissing and the desperation after being apart for so long is usually a combination that leads to more physical activities.

He's been gone for a while and he needs to feel you. To familiarize himself with your body again. Your scent, your taste, your voice and the sweet sounds that you make.

He wants to hear how you've been and what you've been up to since he's been gone.

For the remainder of the day he's going to be your shadow.

On this note, please bathe or shower with this man. It doesn't even have to turn sexual (not that he's complaining if it does).

There's just something so intimate about the whole experience.

Help him wash his hair. He'll die and go to heaven at the feel of your fingers combing through his hair and massaging his scalp.

♠️ Loves to speak to you in his native tongue. Even if you don't understand him.

He caught on pretty quickly on how you to the sound of his voice rolling and pronouncing Portuguese words.

He practically purrs when he does it.

Watching you get all flustered over it strokes his already massive ego.

And now that he's discovered this little Achilles heel of yours he makes sure to exploit it whenever he can.

Loves doing it to you in public so that he can watch you try and hide how flustered you really are.

He gets a huge kick out of it.

♠️ Definitely jealous and possessive.

Not because he doesn't trust you. It's everyone else he has an issue with. They should know that you're his. Not theirs.

He will absolutely litter your neck in purple and red blemishes unless you tell him he can't. He'll comply, but he's not above pouting about it. Grumbling under his breath with a pinched brow while running his hands through his hair in an irritated tick.

If you do let him, he's over the moon.

Pinning you down underneath him and sucking on every available inch of skin until you're squirming.

He knows how you're conflicted about how you feel when he gets visibly possessive in public. But there are times when he can't help it.

Because someone is flirting with you despite how obviously disinterested you are. Either because they're dense or simply because they choose to ignore your rejection.

He tries to be on his best behavior, he really does. But once someone TOUCHES you, all bets are off.

He's pulling you out from under their grip and behind his body like he's a shield and looming into their space. All of the Noah Clan have a threatening aura to normal humans in general. But when Tyki's pissed, it's jacked up to 100. You would imagine that it feels similar to how looking at a black hole would be. Massive, alien, oppressive. Like being pulled in by a magnetized web.

There's something old and primal in your bones that tells you that you're in the sight of something that's beyond your understanding. That looks like a human, and talks like a human, but isn't.

That maybe you're out of your depth.

And you can't help but be happy that you're on the opposite end of that aura. Those eyes aren't flashing gold like a warning because of you, but for you.

As soon as you see that amber glint you know it's your que to get Tyki away from whoever's responsible. Unless you want to see someone get an organ removed.

Which has happened once before and you'd rather not see something like that again.

Your memory of it is a vague mess. One minute the man was giving some sleazy one liner and was about to rope his arm around your shoulders and the next minute he was collapsing on the ground, gurgling on crimson. Tyki was grinning down at him with maniacal glee and a human heart still pumping grotesquely in the palm of his hand.

" Oh my God!" You had exclaimed once your mind had finally caught up with reality Though it still wasn't functioning at its best. " Put it back!"

Tyki had blinked at you, a little confused. " Eh . . . I'm not sure that's how that works."

♠️ He taught you how to play poker. And by play I mean cheat.

It makes it interesting when you both play against each other, considering that he taught you his tricks. Well, not all of them.

Fortunately for you, Clark and Momo were both generous enough to extend their own little sleights of hand to you.

Tyki was appalled when he first learned of this. He's never fully recovered from the betrayal.

♠️ He takes you on all kinds of dates whenever he's free to.

As both the aristocrat and the vagabond. Reservations to expensive restaurants and trips to high class retreats in some of the worlds most popular cities and counties.

He'll buy you whatever you want, nothing is too expensive when you're dating a relative to the Millennium Earl.

Clothes from the finest fabrics, jewelery made from rare diamonds.

If you want it, you got it.

But his favorite dates are the ones without all the glamor and money.

You both often frequent pubs, getting drunk well into the night and waking up late into the evening the next day with a story to tell (if either of you can remember).

He'll take you on picnic dates out by a pond, so he can fish while you snack on little sandwiches and cheeses and fruits, just basking in each other's presence.

The ocean has a lot of sentimental value to him and he wants to share it with you. So, beach dates are frequent thing.

You'll make a day of it. Sunning yourself atop the warm sand and chasing waves.

He's horrible about splashing you with water or vanishing underneath the blue and snatching you up from bellow to hear you shriek out in surprised joy.

[liamthemailman]

♠️♥️House of Cards♣️♦️

Act Two Part Four - Back Online

CW: Violence and injury, minor character death

“There it fucking is.”

Ace trudges forth into a small hidden clearing where a ground receiver sits, covered in snow and dead icy undergrowth. He holsters his gun and kneels down, feeling the ice melt into the fabric of his pants. He shudders, his breath fogging as they escape from his lips.

He reaches into his bag for the tools he brought along, his other hand brushing the debris off the satellite dish. Ace looks over the generator to assess for any further damages but it just seems like the signal was disrupted because the boom arm was dislodged from its place. It looked like the work of several people.

Hopefully it isn’t, Ace thinks. It would be another issue and a half if the enemy had stumbled across this site. He only figured they hadn’t because intel reports that none of the patrol routes were near this clearing but the prints in the snow didn’t suggest it was the work of a passing animal. Ace put the boom arm into place, giving the base unit a good pat as he hooked his laptop to boot up the software.

Watching the progress bar extend slowly was a bit of a bore. The flashing line seemingly taunted Ace as it slowed to a stop at about the halfway mark. He sighed, letting out a groan of frustration before turning his attention to look over his shoulder.

From the beginning of this mission, Ace had felt eyes on him throughout as he traversed the cold terrain. Again, Ace chalks it up to him being truly alone with no way to reach back to base but that didn’t really stop his mind from trailing as he sat and listened to the eerie silence of the environment.

Ace had never been one for the wilderness but he suspects something is lurking nearby. Mother Nature isn’t exactly known for her silence, especially in the desolate snowy landscape Ace finds himself in. A single cry of a lone crow shrieks overhead, tearing into the still air. Ace watches as the bird disappears between the towering peaks of the pines.

A chill causes the hairs on the back of Ace’s neck to stand. He shudders, eyeing the screen out the corner of his vision as he readjusts his scarf. The same heavy dread looms over his shoulders as Ace watches the progress bar inch closer to the end. He forgets the dread for a moment, readying his comm device to report back to HQ and call for exfil.

The line crackles to life as Ace powers it on again, static ringing in the air as Ace counts down the last few remaining seconds. He winces, busying himself as he fiddles with his GPS.

“HQ, this is Ace. Objective has been completed and requesting exfil.” Ace says, his voice rumbling into the microphone as he pushes down the push to talk. 

“Roger, meet you at the LZ in ten minutes.”

Ace was met with the same irritating static for a second but he was back online and transport had been secured, allowing Ace to start to pack up shop.

He was met with silence again, the only sounds being the zipper of his bag as he finished up, securing his laptop back inside. This seemed easy enough, Ace thought to himself.

The crunch of snow doesn’t go unnoticed in Ace’s bustling actions, whipping his head towards the source quick enough for a bullet to just miss his face. The sound cracks through the otherwise peaceful scene, sending birds away from their spots in the trees.

Jumping back, Ace scrambles for his gun as his assailant takes aim again. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as Ace’s finger finds the trigger but it was a split second too late. Another gunshot is fired and Ace lands awkwardly, holding in his grunt as the bullet lodges into his knee. He grunts, pain searing through his body like fire.

His attacker mutters something into his jacket collar, possibly reporting back to his own men or calling for backup for whatever reason. Not to be beaten again, Ace points the muzzle of his gun towards his enemy. His finger barely squeezes the trigger before the armed enemy before him gets his head blown open.

Ace watches with wide eyes as the body descends with the red mist still hanging in the air, flopping sideways and sinking into the snow. He wasn’t the one with the smoking gun. Ace whips his head towards the side where the bullet could have some from.

There in the distant horizon where the top of the snowy hill was beginning to be bathed in golden sunset light, the glint of a sniper’s scope. It was small, almost unnoticeable if not a little annoying now that Ace noticed it, the sight almost familiar. He didn’t even know he would be getting sniper support, seeing that King had sent him on a solo mission.

The sounds of several men rapidly approaching his location brought Ace out of his trance. He stumbles to his feet, hissing at the sharp pain in his knee. The bastard could literally have shot him elsewhere. Ace doesn’t waste another second, limping towards the pickup point. Just when things were starting to look up.

Ace disappears back between the trees, weaving between the trees and crouching into bushes, careful not to leave a trail of red in his wake as he hobbles along. He watches as the earlier patrol passes his hiding spot, hand on his gun in case their mutt manages to sniff him out.

With bated breath, Ace stalks the enemies as they disappear from sight and from there makes a dash for the LZ. He turns back a final time just in time to watch the glint disappear from its spot just as the sound of a chopper overhead is heard.

“God,” Ace thinks to himself as he clambers into the helo, wincing as he assesses his injury. "I need a bloody break.”

Quicksaving...

[growling]

for the ask game (with either raincode or danganronpa) :

👛 your favorite rare pair?

💕a ship you’d defend with your life?

♠️ favorite protagonist?

(from this ask game)

👛 your favorite rare pair?

I don't think much about danganronpa shipping anymore (my brain is now just permanently rotating enoshima, kamukura, komaeda, ouma and kiibo there like rotisserie chickens instead, i am TOO BUSY!!!), so rain code it is: yumayomi/kokohell/the japanese side calls it yumayomi ig and the english side does not call it anything because no one except me and like 2 other people care. yuma & yomi are just so objectively hilarious as a duo and the possibilities of putting them in Situations are fucking endless nobody does it like they do it. every day another yuma and yomi au idea establishes itself in my mind i am running out of storage room i have so many other things i should care about that aren't wacky rain code yaois but guess what i cannot they won't let me

(also fubuyomi honorable mention. I have to mention fubuyomi they also drive me but I have zero words to describe it. oh and worshipper x priest despite me keeping silent about it for a solid few months i did not forget religious serial killer toxic sludge yaoi anyway have you listened to we will commit wolf murder by of montreal for no reason in particular)

💕a ship you’d defend with your life?

zero hesistation ougoku danganronpa like what is you people's PROBLEM??? "it's abusive" jesse what the fuck are you talking about. Ouma did not "manipulate" him Gokuhara knew exactly what he was doing. Ouma explicitly told him his plans for the Insect Meet and Greet in the FTE's right before the event, and Gokuhara got mad at him because he lied about liking bugs, (which Ouma had to do because you've all seen how Gokuhara reacts to people that don't. you've seen it) NOT because he suddenly realized he was being manipulated or something. So many people dismiss the sheer amount of agency Gokuhara actually had in chapter 4, in favour of painting the situation as just "poor stupid baby gonta got tricked into murder by the big bad ouma :((((" while. he is not STUPID (HE IS LITERALLY A SCIENTIST??) he was not COERCED into his crimes, he was a WILLING ACCOMPLICE!!!!!! I FEEL LIKE I'M LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND!!!!! He did it in a misguided attempt at mercy killing his classmates after finding out the world got fucked and everything sucks now. There are multiple pieces of dialogue that highly imply Ouma did in fact also want to mercy kill the class - which also makes sense as it would end the killing game (you know his. main. true. goal.) This would mean that he only started his plan to become the “mastermind” after Gonta told him to not die with him <- this one's quoted from my favourite dr theory blog jacksmusesdrv3 hello hava good day I couldn't find another way to word this myself. "Ouma faked being sad Gokuhara's about to be/got executed in front of him" his reaction literally parallels Kuzuryuu's to Pekoyama's death buddy. buddy. Ouma's entire thing is that he lies about lying about lying about lying WHY are you taking his word at face value why are you believing whAT THE LIAR IS TELLING YOU?????? WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING. PUT ME OUT OF MY FUCKING MISERY I CANNOT TAKE THIS. People treat Gokuhara like he's stupid (which is "funny" (he said through clenched teeth) since isn't that the entire thing everybody ingame severely underestimates him and then. i can't) while he and Ouma are two of some of the smartest people in the game. And! Gokuhara is perfectly capable of lying and having ulterior motives we've all saw him do that right :)))) multiple times right :)))))) Gokuhara even SAYS Ouma didn't trick him BECAUSE HE DIDN'T. HE DID NOT. These two have the some of the most genuine dynamics in dr, and the best in ndrv3, and you dare disrespect them like this. shame on you. SHAME. People always assume the worst in Ouma, and the best in Gokuhara. This is my personal hell. I am not okay.

♠️ favorite protagonist?

Easily Yuma, beating literally all of dr's protags (though dr1 Naegi has second place. I love you Naegi Makoto). Where do I even start? I think I'm too tired after the above rant to articulate myself anymore and I think if I wasn't that essay would take an entire week to finish lmao.

Thanks for the ask anon :3 !!!

[slasher-male-wife]

Hiya Zig!

What do ya think the poly lost boys would do if their S/O got jumped (deviate they hang around the boys and I’d imagine they’re not popular with everyone) and then the S/O tries to hide it?

Hope you’re doin good!

-♠️

Omg spade anon of course I can write about the vampires that fill my heart. I've never been in like a serious fight. I've gotten into like scraps with my siblings but never punches being thrown and shit like that. The ending is a bit rushed because I wanted to get this out for you but I hope you like this.

Warnings: Mentions of injury and violence against reader, strong language

It's been three days since the boys have seen you. They called every day and you made an excuse about being busy or getting sick and denied their offers of help. While on your way back home some people who aren't too fond of the boys jumped you and left you with nasty bruises and some cuts. The cuts have scabbed over but the bruises left behind are blue and purple all over. You know they'd never let you out of their sight again if they saw you like this.

You know you'll have to see them soon so you picked up some makeup from a drugstore and now you're sitting at your desk, looking over a makeup book on how to cover up bruises. You'd blame the cuts on getting attacked by a stray cat in your neighborhood. You're putting some conceler on a bruise on your neck. When a big gust of wind blows through your open window. The sun has just recently set about ten minutes ago so you thought to get in the last little bit of fresh air before it became dark. You put down the brush you're using to blend out the makeup and walk over to your window.

You go to pull it closed when a hand pulls it back open. You jump back but relax when you see who's hand it is. Marko's here and from what you hear so are the other boys.

"Jesus you scared me. What are you doing here?" You ask, stepping back to let them in.

"We came to check on you. What the hell happened to you? You're more bruises than actual skin." Marko asks. The other boys file in and you return to your desk. You grab the makeup again and start to apply it to on of the bruises on your neck.

"I got in a nasty accident while riding my actual bike ok? I'm fine." You say blending out the makeup. Paul and Marko have both taken seats on your bed. Dwayne and David are still standing, giving each other looks.

"We know that's a lie darling. What the hell actually happened." Dwayne asks. You huff a bit and focus on your refection.

"I'm serious I got in a nasty accident on my actual bike ok? I crashed into someone else and fell pretty hard on the concrete." You double down.

"You would've gotten scrapes instead of long cuts like that," David comments, "Who hurt you?" You focus on blending out the makeup instead of looking at the boys.

"I don't know who jumped me so I can't tell you."

"Well you should have told us as soon as it happened!" Paul almost shouts.

"I never meant to worry you ok? I'm fine now and if I ever see them again I'll let you guys know. Now if I can finish getting ready we can go out to the boardwalk." The boys all mumble their agreements and you go back to covering up your bruises.

Eventually you go out with the boys and head onto the board walk. They seem a bit more on guard than usual of course but you easily Pull Paul away to ease up a bit with you. You're enjoying your time with the boys tonight. You've pretty much forgotten about the soreness of your bruises while you watch Paul distract a carrnie as Marko steals you a stuffed animal. Eventually you went back to the cave with the boys.

You knew they weren't gonna let you go home tonight. They've gotta watch you so that nothing bad happens to you again. But you don't mind. You're too busy being cuddled up with four hot vampires.

[burnedwriter]

dating ace headcannons

Warnings:none,gender neutral reader.

A/n:this is my first time writing sth about the r6 fandom,and since i havent see any ace fics going around so i decided to change that.

♠️you met through social media,with ace dming you the most cheesy pickup line of the century and someohow it got you to fall for him.

♠️it took you a lot of months to actually meet from up close since as we know ace is a busy man.

♠️before your irl meeting you have already bonded close enough via calls and messages.ace will send you funny pictures to start a conversetion and it only when down hill from there.

♠️speaking of pictures ace will send you random pictures of himself to locations hes currently in,for example if hes cooking he will send a picture of him with the pan on his hand.

♠️when you went to pick him up from the airport,you searched around for a while,looking at the crowd of the people passing by when all of a sudden you feel two hands rappig around your body into a tight hug.Suprised by this you quickly turned your head around to see who it was only to see no other than ace with a smile from one ear to the other,just like you,you were both so happy to finally meet face to face after so many calls and messages

♠️after your first meeting your relationship moved really quickly to the point where you moved together in Norway to a small appartment.living with ace has been interesting....to say the least.

♠️Ace has huge golden retriever boyfriend energy

♠️ace loves physical contact,from a full blown hug to wrapping one arm around your shoulder or waist at all times when you sit next to him or walk together.

♠️that also means hes a cuddlerer.he’s doesnt care if you are the one hugging him or its him,while the both of you cuddle he will start talking about his posts and followers and even ask about your opinion if you like it or not and how he can improve his posts.

♠️i hope you are a good listener because ace doesnt know what closing his mouth is.

♠️you help him in the background with editing or in other ways for his post,he will ty to convice you for you to post so you can match.

♠️expect a lot of outdoor activities and trips or even dates,he doesnt like sitting in one place or being inactive for long periods so he will drag you in all sorts events.

[happyinjection]

♠️♥️High Card Short Story 4 “The Hectic Daily Life of Wendy Sato” (3/3)♦️♣️

Past midday, the grind for business negotiations and clerical work continues. It dawned on Wendy that the office had been abnormally quiet...

Original: https://twitter.com/highcard_pj/status/1537631536060567552

Author: https://twitter.com/poipheno

Artist: https://twitter.com/ebimoji3

I sat in the reception room. In front of me, across the low table, stood Leo who had been speaking with a VIP customer. Negotiations with that man always dragged on for hours, and my eyelids were getting heavy. Certainly Leo felt the same way, but he maintained a cheerful facade as they talked away.

During lunch, I had gone out for ramen with Finn and Chris, and to top it off, at tea time, Chris had ordered a chocolate brownie, which I also took several bites from.

Thinking absentmindedly about the work still waiting to get done by the remainder of the day, I slowly began to doze off.

And then, right as I fell asleep.

“---just show me the documents.”

“Wendy. Give me those papers.”

“Ah, o-okay! Here you go!”

I took the documents out from a briefcase and handed them over in a hurry. For  a second there, Leo shot me a sharp glare as he took the papers from me. Then he immediately returned to his innocent smile, not unlike putting on a mask.

So I had done it again. The lack of sleep I was getting these days was to blame.

♠️♥️♦️♣️

Later on, Leo and Vijay left. Business were going to take long today, and thus they would not be returning to the branch office. It left me with only Finn and Chris as company. That said, it seemed that those two were in the basement. As someone who spent most of my time off duty indoors, when people left and the store became quiet, I couldn’t help feeling a bit lonely. However, it was precisely the time to concentrate on my job. I pushed my glasses up and re-tied my hair.

“Alright.....!”

---Time passed by in a flash. Coincidentally, there were no more customers coming, so I managed to get a lot of work done.

All that was left is to find Chris, whom the client sealed a deal with the other day, and have him confirm the documents. I looked around for Chris, but he was nowhere to be seen.

.....Strange.

Papers in hand, I quickly stood from my seat and headed to the basement. If there happen to be a phone call or a customer coming in while I was away, Bernard-san would handle it from the office, so there should be no problem.

I tiptoed through my way down. It was at times like these when the physical skills that I had refined over the years came in handy. All of a sudden, I heard a voice.

“---Finn. Take a look at this.”

“Hm, what’s it? What are you doing?”

“Come and see for yourself. This, right here. See, it’s getting bigger, right?”

“Oh~ it’s swelling, ain’t it. Lookin’ kinda red.”

“I know right~ Wanna touch it a bit?”

“No way I’m touching that. Are you nuts.”

Those two were crouching in the shadows of the basement. Chris opened his mouth wide to let Finn peek in.

“So you’ve been using this place to slack off!”

—In an instant both of them sprung up to their feet.

“Uwaaah! You surprised me!”

“What the hell, don’t sneak up on us!”

“Go back inside now, you’re still at work!”

“Like I care! Today’s business going slow! Right, Finn!”

“We were just washing the cars, so don’t get us wrong!”

“That doesn’t mean you can slack off! Look, unless you want Leo to find out, you’d better get your asses going now!”

The two of them got to their feet and started running while still turning to me.

“Tch—! This damned class president!”

“Next time I won’t vote for you! Also I won’t lend you my eraser if I’m sitting next to you—!”

“You guys are literal man-children! For real! Besides, why the hell are you talking about voting?!”

♠️♥️♦️♣️

Once their shift was over, Finn and Chris finished cleaning up and left early. Today they had a mission, thus it seemed that they would not be coming back.

I sat at my desk, taking a deep breath. And then, just as I thought about clocking out early as well, I realized.

“Ah, of course....!”

I had forgotten to make a monthly sales report to submit to the headquarters. Apparently sales of new cars had been lower than expected, and it seemed that we were being outpaced by our rival company, Who’s Who. Hence why the area manager from the main branch would come to meet Leo tomorrow.

I glanced at my watch. The manager would be coming in the afternoon, so if I clock in early tomorrow, I should be able to make it, I thought...

After contemplating about it for a while, I finally decided to finish it by the end of the day. Even if I had chosen to go home, I would surely get overwhelmed by anxiety and lose sleep as a result.

—In the end, I ended up working overtime.

Just as I was wrapping things up, Finn and Chris, who turned out to have changed their plans, returned after their mission. They seemed to take pity on my haggard appearance, because they invited me out for a glass or two at Crazy 8. I wondered if it was those two guys’ way of showing that they cared about me, and since I had been feeling lonely for a long time today, I was nevertheless happy to accept.

At Crazy 8, they lightly scolded me, remarking, “you’re way too uptight”. Getting called out by both my coworker and junior, I began to reflect on myself, while the alcohol just mysteriously kept on coming.

I could not remember much after that, but the next day I was woken up by my father’s phone call again, and thus I started another day with another episode of self-loathing.

♠️♥️♦️♣️

TL notes: I’m 90% sure the thing that Chris showed to Finn is his swollen tonsils (not his p-)... do not let people touch your tonsils barehanded, fellas. Why are you getting tonsilitis at your age anyway? Lmao. I’m in no way a professional translator so if you find any mistakes, please do not hesitate to inform me right away. I love the High Card gang and I found it very unfortunate that while it is meant to be a multimedia project, I can’t seem to find the translated versions of any materials (beside the anime) anywhere (if this is against copyright, I will take it down). As usual, let’s enjoy High Card together~

[sooniessoulmate]

𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟿 - 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝟶𝚝𝟾

♥️𝚌𝚑.𝟾 ♠️ 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚌𝚑.𝟷𝟶♣️

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟿 - 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢

Minghao led Y/N to a bathroom at the end of the hallway. He directed her to sit on the chair that was in the center of the room.

“What are you planning?” Y/N wondered.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out later once I’m done,” Hao smirked. “But trust me honey, when I’m done with you, those boys won’t be able to resist you.”

“To be honest, I don’t care if they can resist me or not,” Y/N sighed.

“I call total bullshit on that one,” Hao snapped, placing a cape on her to protect her clothing. “You may think you're slick, but I see the games you’re playing.”

He spun the chair around, facing Y/N away from the mirror as he started to work his magic on her hair.

“I’m not playing any games,” Y/N denied.

“Honestly, I can't blame you, they’re a sexy bunch and I’d want them all for myself too. But, when you play with fire, little girl, you always get burnt,” Hao said.

Y/N didn’t respond, she didn’t know how to exactly. Minghao accepted her silence as a confirmation of being correct. Satisfied, he continued to work on her hair.

“How do you feel about piercings and tattoos?” Minghao inquired.

“I don’t know, are you asking if I think you would look good with a piercing or tattoo?” she wondered, looking at the boy's perfect complexion.

“I know I'd look with anything but no honey, I'm already a piece of art, I wouldn’t want to mess with this already perfect canvas,” Minghao smiled. “I was thinking about you getting some things pierced and maybe a tattoo or two.”

“Why?” Y/N asked.

“I think it would add to the look that I’m trying to achieve here,” he explained. “You know what? I think we’re going to do that.”

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. When the person answered, Minghao started, “hey kitten, are you busy?”

“I’m never too busy for you,” the man on the phone said. “What do you need?”

“Can you come over and do a few piercings on a girl who is in desperate need of a makeover?” He asked. “I promise, I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Send me the address and I’ll be right over,” the man agreed.

He smirked, “I’ll see you soon.” He disconnected the call and sent his location over to the mystery caller.

Then sent out another text, frowning when he got the response.

“Well, it seems that you’ll be getting your piercings done today but the ink will have to wait till tomorrow,” he explained.

“I haven’t agreed to any of this,” Y/N huffed, sitting up in the chair.

“Awww, I think it’s cute that you think you have a choice,” Minghao smiled, pushing her back down in the seat. “Seonghwa said to make you more presentable and that's what I intend on doing.”

Y/N exhaled slowly, “why does he hate me so much?”

“Who?” he asked.

“Seonghwa. He’s always so mean to me, last night he called me a worthless whore,” Y/N explained.

“Seonghwa doesn’t hate you,”Minghao grinned. “I think he hates the way you make him feel. That seems to be the common theme around here lately.”

“How do I make him feel?” Y/N wondered.

“You’ll have to ask him that,” Hao said. “But if I may offer some advice. With that one, you can’t be so direct, you’re going to have to be a little more helpless. He’s the type that likes to be in control.”

“How do you know all of this?” she wondered.

“I’ve been around a long time, honey, and I know a dom when I see one,” he grinned. “What I would give to be you for one day. I would make that boy fall in love.”

Minghao continued to work on her hair, between the cutting and the dying, it took over an hour. Hao was almost finished blowing out Y/N’s hair when the bathroom door slowly opened.

“Knock knock,” a man said while entering the room.

“It’s about time you get here, kitten,” he smirked.

“I’ve told you not to call me that,” the man rolled his eyes.

“Oh that’s right, you prefer when I call you daddy,” Minghao teased. 

“Stop it,” the man said as he tried not to look embarrassed.

“Is this your boyfriend?” Y/N interrupted.

“No,” the man snapped. “I am not his boyfriend.”

Minghao glared at the man, “you don’t have to say it so harshly, damn. I have feelings too.”

“We talked about this,” the man quietly said. “And I thought you understood.”

“Oh I understand completely,” Minghao said. “I’m just supposed to  be your dirty little secret.”

“Don’t be like this,” the man sighed.

“Whatever,” Minghao rolled his eyes. “Anyways, this is Mingyu. He's gonna be doing your piercings.”

“Hi Mingyu, I’m Y/N,” she smiled.

“Don’t get any ideas, this one is mine,” Minghao snapped.

Mingyu shook his head in disbelief, “so what are we going to pierce?” he asked.

“I’d like my ears done,” Y/N said.

“Boring,” Minghao sighed. “Look you look hot with this hair, now the rest of you needs to get caught up.”

Y/N looks at Mingyu, “I apparently don’t have a say in this so why don’t you just ask your little boyfriend what you will be piercing.”

“He is not my boyfriend,” Mingyu responded.

“Not yet,” Minghao added. “I’m thinking her nose, maybe an eyebrow, ears, and definitely her belly button.”

“That’s a lot of piercings,” Y/N pointed out.

“Shut up,” he snapped, still staring at Mingyu with a look of lust in his eyes.

“And what am I getting out of this?” Mingyu asked. “You know what, don’t tell me now. Tell me later, when we’re alone.”

“Yes, daddy, keep telling me what to do,” Minghao smirked.

“You don’t look like you’d be gay,” Y/N pointed out, looking at Mingyu.

“And I do?” Minghao snapped.

“I mean…” she started.

Minghao turned to glare at Y/N, waiting for her response.

“Are you soon done with my hair? I want to see how it looks,” Y/N said, changing the subject.

“I’m finished with it, but daddy is gonna do your piercings and I’m gonna work on your face a little before I’m gonna let you see,” he explained. “And when I say a little, I actually mean a lot because, girl you need a whole ass face lift.”

“The anticipation is killing me,” Y/N stated. 

Minghao took a makeup kit out and proceeded to do a complete makeover on Y/N’s face. Mingyu went to work on the various piercings that his boss insisted on.

When they were both finished, Hao looked at Y/N and smiled, “you look hot,” he announced.

“Thanks,” Mingyu smiled, squeezing Minghao’s ass from behind. “You do too.”

Minghao bit his lip, “calm down, we’re almost done with her.”

He spun Y/N’s chair around so she could look in the mirror.

“Oh my god,” Y/N exclaimed, “I look completely different.”

“That’s the point,” Minghao sighed. 

She reached up and touched her hair, “I love it.”

“Of course you do,” he agreed. “I told you that you were in good hands. Now let’s go see what Seonghwa thinks.”

He grabbed Y/N’s hand, leading her out of the bathroom. Before they exited, he turned to look at Mingyu, “my room is two doors down that way, go wait in there for me…please.”

“Okay,” Mingyu winked.

He led Y/N down the hall, down the stairs and went down the other flight of stairs in the back of the house to find Seonghwa sitting in the den with Jongho.

“I’d like to present the new and improved, Y/N,” he said, leading her into the room behind him.

“Wow what a difference,” Jongho gasped. “She doesn’t even look like the same person.”

“I’m a master at everything I do,” Minghao boasted. “Isn’t that correct, Seonghwa?”

“That’s what you always claim,” he sighed.

“Well, do you like it?” Y/N asked, making sad eyes at Seonghwa.

“Eh it’s ok,” he answered. “Anything would be better than how you looked before.”

“We gave her a few new piercings too and tomorrow I have someone coming over to finish off the job with some ink,” Minghao explained.

Seonghwa smirked as he touched his chin, deep in thought. “I might have an idea of a tattoo that I want her to get.”

“Uh oh,” Y/N said with wide eyes. “What is it?”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see,” Seonghwa smirked.  

“I think I should be able to know what is going on MY body since it's permanent,” Y/N argued.

“If the boss says you are getting a tattoo then that’s how it is,” Jongho growled. “You have no say in anything. Remember, you’re just a useless...”

“Yea I know, I’m a useless whore,” Y/N interrupted.

“No,” Jongho snapped. “I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say useless hostage. Why the fuck would I call you a useless whore?”

“I don’t know but it seems to be a common theme around here,” Y/N said, making eye contact with Seonghwa.

“It’s actually a worthless whore…not useless,” Seonghwa corrected. “If you’re going to quote, make sure it’s accurate.”

“Ok well, since my job is done here,” Minghao interrupted. “I have some business to attend to so I will see you all tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Jongho asked. “Are you leaving?”

“No, I just plan on being in my room for the rest of the day,” he smiled.

“That’s odd,” Jongho pointed out.

“He has a boy in there,” Y/N announced. “I’m sorry, I mean his daddy is in there.”

“Your daddy?” Seonghwa interjected.

“Don’t look so sad, Seonghwa, you’ll always be my daddy too,” Minghao smirked. 

Seonghwa exhaled slowly, rolling his eyes, “no, no I won’t.”

Minghao smiled, “this is fun and all but I have someone waiting for me who gets very impatient.” He started walking towards the door. “If you get bored later, Seonghwa, feel free to pop in and join in on the fun. The more the merrier afterall.”

He exited the den, pleased with himself as he made his way back upstairs to his bedroom, leaving Jongho, Seonghwa and Y/N alone.

Y/N slowly turned to exit the room as well when Seonghwa cleared his throat, causing her to look in his direction.

“We need to talk, sit down,” he ordered.

Y/N did as she was told and took a seat on a chair across from where Seonghwa was sitting.

“Jongho, you can leave now,” Seonghwa ordered.

Jongho nodded and did as he was told without any resistance.

“Boy he never questions anything you say, does he?” Y/N observed.

“He’s a good worker,” Seonghwa announced. “I’m grateful to have him on my team.”

Y/N quietly listened to Seonghwa without saying anything.

“I’m grateful to have everyone on my team. Everyone has their own purpose. And if one would be missing then we just wouldn’t be complete. I consider everyone to be equally as valuable as the other, no one has greater value in this house and that is even including me. I know I run the show and I give the orders but that doesn’t put any higher value on me than anyone else. We’re a family and we all need each other.”

Y/N continued to listen in silence, wondering what this had to do with her.

“With that being said. I’ve been having chats with all of my members and it seems as though everyone is starting to grow quite fond of you. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about this. However, I did bring you here and enforced your safety. So, I must take responsibility for that. This is not a game for us, this is our life and if this is just a game to you, there will be consequences. And when I say consequences I mean death…your death. I will protect my brothers at all costs and if that means your demise then so be it. Understood?”

Y/N slowly nodded at a loss for words.  

“Yunho came to me this morning and told me about the events of last night,” Seonghwa said.

“What did he say?” Y/N asked while staring at her feet

“Why don't you tell me what happened,” Seonghwa said.

“I woke up and he was in my room staring at me. It scared me so bad,” Y/N whined as tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. “He said he could help me sleep by snapping my neck. I thought for sure he was going to kill me.”

“Did he hurt you?” Seonghwa asked.

“No,” Y/N responded as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Now tell me, was this before or after you put his hand on your thigh?”Seonghwa cocked his head.

“I only did that to try to distract him because he looked so intent on killing me,” Y/N confessed. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“So you didn’t tell him to fuck you in Woo’s bed?” Seonghwa asked. “Yunho was lying about that?”

“I don’t remember saying that. Why would I want that?” Y/N asked. “I only like you…I mean…I only, I don't know.”

Seonghwa raised an eyebrow, further examining her, “you can’t keep yourself out of trouble, can you?” he asked.

“I’m sorry, but this wasn’t my fault,” she insisted. “HE’S the one who came into my room while I was sleeping.”

“I don’t know what your endgame is here, but I’m not enjoying everything in between,” Seonghwa announced, while chugging the last of the whiskey in the glass he was holding.

“I don’t have an endgame and I’m not playing any games in between either,” Y/N argued. “You’re the one that is keeping me trapped in this house and not allowing me to leave.”

Seonghwa reached over and grabbed a bottle off of the table sitting next to the sofa where he was sitting. He refilled his empty glass, chugging the liquid immediately. 

“So you’re saying this is MY fault?” Seonghwa asked.

“No, absolutely not,” Y/N denied. “I’m just saying things happen and sometimes they are no one's fault. You just have to roll with it.”

Seonghwa stood up and walked towards the door. Before exiting he said, “I might send for you tonight so be prepared.”

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 ♠️𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy

[genshin-impact-writings]

I was thinking Abkedo + cookies for the event? Since he comes back tomorrow !!! am excited-♠️

Thank you for your request! <3 Here's Day 2 of JJ's Advent Calendar!

Day 2: Albedo + “cookies”

“(Y/N)?” a voice called from the hallway just when you pulled yet another baking tray out of the oven. You set it down on the counter, careful not to knock over the cup of tea you had prepared a while ago. By now, it probably was only lukewarm, if at all, because you had been too focused on cutting out cookies. 

“Over here!” you eventually called back but your favorite alchemist had already found his way to the kitchen. It hadn’t been too hard to guess where you were – the smell of butter, vanilla and chocolate had led him to the kitchen straight away. And obviously, you had initiated one of your favorite holiday traditions: baking more than enough cookies to feed all of Mondstadt. 

And Archons, did you look cute. You had flour dusted all over your clothes, your eyes sparkling with joy, even though you were surrounded by a variety of dishes you’d need to clean later, a bunch of ingredients and dozens of tins and jars with sugar sprinkles, chocolate chips and vanilla sugar to decorate the cookies. Albedo stepped closer to pull you in for a quick peck on the lips. “I see you’ve been busy.”

Behind you, neatly lined up on the countertop, there were five – no, six – colorful containers, filled with a variety of cookies. On first glance, Albedo could spot coconut macaroons, butter cookies in different shapes and decorated with all kinds of sprinkles, chocolate chip cookies and, his absolute favorite, vanilla crescents. “The whole house smells like a bakery,” Albedo added.  

You grinned. “Well, it’s not holiday season without cookies, is it?” you asked before you turned around, grabbing a vanilla crescent and holding it in front of his face. “Want to try one?”

Albedo’s eyes lit up. “You bet.”

Taglist: @the-gayest-sky-kid @genshinparty @ajaxstar @kaeyas-beloved @the-fifteen

[orginllazyblog]

Christmas w/ Ramshackle

Characters: GN Yueme (yuusona), Grim, Mizuki, trio ghosts

Context: Second year semester, Mizuki brought ingredients to make one of Yueme's food back home. They ended up making 50,000 tamales, so they ended up sharing with the others.

Warning: Strict culinary judgment

Also, Happy Early Christmas 🎄

It's that time of year, Christmas is around the corner. The first winter, Yueme and Grim arrived at NRC. They couldn't forget the things they had to fend for self-defense, but with Mizuki along, everything was going to be fine. For once, they were able to have a nice family dinner.

As the morning rises, the heart and spade go to visit their friend as they stop on their track.

A unknown delicious smell

Ace and Deuce arrived at the Ramshackle dorm, the smell getting strong as they knocked on the door, greeted by Grim.

"What do you guys want?" (Grim)

"We came to visit Yuu." (Deuce)

"Say Grim, what is that smell? It's strong, and it smells good. Is Yueme and their friend making something?" (Ace)

"Henchman says they are making something for dinner." (Grim)

"Eh?" (Adeuce)

"I little help here!" (GN Yueme)

"Here you go, Yueme." (Mizuki)

Yep, it was indeed busy as there were a lot of ingredients at the table counter and 10 big pots at the stove counter. The trio ghosts also help as they put the "dough" on the "giant leaf" and then the seasoning chicken, but they couldn't help out as the kitchen was too warm for them. To Ace and Deuce, they have no idea what they were making, but they could tell their friend was in a happy mood as they were finishing with the last batch.

"Aannd~ That should be the last one." As Yueme put the last one inside the big pot.

"Yueme, what is it your making?" (Ace)

"Oh! It's something that I used to eat back to my original world. It's called tamales, a mesoamerican tradition dish. The masa is a dough made of nixtamelized corn, steam with corn husk/banana leaves, either red or green salsa, and for the meat, it can be either chicken or pork." (GN Yueme)

"Wow! Hearing it just makes my mouth water." (Ace)

"By the way, Yueme. Are you and the rest going to finish "all" of that?" (Deuce)

"I might have got a lot of ingredients, but it was worth it. Yueme, we might have to share it with the others as this could be added to the cafeteria menu." (Mizuki)

"Hmm..yes. I don't want to waste all of it. Mizuki, see if we have a wagon to carry out to the Hall of Mirrors." (GN Yueme)

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Heartslybul 🌹❤️♠️♦️♣️

Riddle:

4/10 (ate the red tamale)

One bite, and it was too spicy

He doesn't hate it, tho

Chug a whole cup of water

☃️☃️☃️

Ace:

6/10 (ate the green tamale)

Can handle spicy, but not for long

He ended up liking it 👍🏼

Perfers the red salsa tamale

☃️☃️☃️

Deuce:

7/10 (ate the red tamale)

He absolutely loves it as his tamale had chicken

Would recommend adding it to the cafeteria menu ✅️

Would also ask Yueme for an extra one for his mom

Or at least, share the recipe to recreate at home

☃️☃️☃️

Cater:

10/10 (ate both tamales)

He first ate the red salsa to which he craved for another

Couldn't decide which flavor of tamale was his favorite

Might of ate the other's tamales to those who got spice out

Desperately pleading for the tamales to be added on the cafeteria menu

☃️☃️☃️

Trey:

7/10 (tried both flavors)

Would also ask Yueme for the recipe

Not because he wants to make it for a certain guy 😏

As well for making it for the other heartslybul students who weren't spiced out

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Savanaclaw 🐾🦁🌼

Leona:

6/10 (ate the green tanale)

Tried spicy foods before, maybe even picky

Tho it wasn't bad, so he tried the red salsa tamale

Either way, he likes it because of the meat

☃️☃️☃️

Ruggie:

8/10 (ate both tamales)

"Food is food" finish his first one, then ate his second one

Was in food heaven as he was eating the others tamales

Join with the others for the tamales to be added to the cafeteria menu

☃️☃️☃️

Jack:

7/10 (ate green tamale)

Probably ate some spicy food before

Even secretly eating another one

In the end, he would like to eat one next winter

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Octavanille 🐙🦈🍄

Azul:

3/10 (tried the green tamale)

Weak against spice

Also, chug a whole cup of water

Maybe blackmail asked yueme if they could make more at the Monstro Lounge

☃️☃️☃️

Floyd:

7/10 (ate the red salsa tamale)

At first, he got spice out but gotten used to it

He heard about other students wanting to add tamales to the cafeteria menu, so he joined in

Maybe even threatened the headmage if he didn't allow it

☃️☃️☃️

Jade:

6/10 (tried the green salsa tamale)

Thought that the green salsa would be "less spicy" than the red salsa tamale

Ask Yueme if mushrooms would go well with tamales

"Don't even try." "Oh 😔"

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Scarabia 🦦🐍

Kalim:

10/10 (ate the red and green salsa tamale)

Was happy that it wasn't poison, so he ate as many as he like

His favorite would be the red salsa tamale

Join w/ the others for tamales to be added

☃️☃️☃️

Jamil:

9/10 (ate the red tamale)

Was glad that he wouldn't worry about the food poison as he just wanted to relax for a bit

Tried to hide away the fact that he ate more

"That's okay, Jamil. I know how you feel." "...then could ask for the recipe?"

Both Kalim and Jamil wanted the tamales be added

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Pomefiore💅🏻🍎🏹

Vil:

2/10 (tried the green tamale)

He has never eaten spicy food in his entire life

Got spice out

Doesn't really understand how the others could handle that much spice

"I didn't even add that much spice, Vil." "Then why is it so strong?!"

☃️☃️☃️

Epel:

6/10 (ate the green tamale)

Has eaten some spicy food before

Secretly happy to see Vil got spice out and he wasn't

Ask Yueme for the recipe to make it for his family as his hometown gets harsh winter

☃️☃️☃️

Rook:

6/10 (tried both tamales)

Tried his best to handle the spice

He usually gives 10 10 points, but at least Yueme knows he's honest

"It's okay, Rook. There were other students who couldn't handle the spice."

"Trickster, I would still finish mine to show my appreciation."

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Ignihyde 💀🤖

Idia:

2/10 (tried the red tamale)

F to the chat

One bite, and he was spiced out

Yueme thought that Idia once had spicy food, then remembered that Idia only eats light snacks

☃️☃️☃️

Ortho:

Fascinated ✅️ (can't eat solid food)

Took a picture as he can't eat physical food ever since the rabbit festival

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Diasomnia 🐉🐊🦇🦌

Malleus:

8/10 (ate both tamales)

He was excited to try the Child of Man's home food

Since he is a dragon, he ate plenty of tamales

He did get spice out, but he still ate it with dignity

☃️☃️☃️

Lilia:

7/10 (tried both tamales)

Have tried spicy food during his travels

Was about to make dinner if it weren't for Yueme and Mizuki arrival

Ask for the recipe to recreate for the boys

"Oh, I can do the cooking for you, Lilia." "Hehe. That will be wonderful, Yueme."

☃️☃️☃️

Sebek:

7/10 (ate green tamale)

Was happy that they didn't have to eat Lilia's cooking

He probably never ate spices, so he did get spice out easily

Love it as he ate another tamale

☃️☃️☃️

Silver:

6/10 (tried red tamale)

Was also glad that they didn't have to eat Lilia's cooking

Once tried spicy food during his childhood after Lilia's travel

"Thank you, prefect, for the food." "You're welcome. I can share the recipe, too, if you like."

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️⛄️🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨🌨☃️⛄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

Bonus: Ramshackle 👻

Grim:

10/10 (almost ate the entire pot of tamales)

He didn't get spice out since he did eat Jamil's overblot crystal

Yueme was proud of their son for handling spicy food

"Can I yours, Mizuki?" "Oh he'll nah! You had like six tamales. This one is mine."

Fought Mizuki's tamale, then got scolded by Yueme

"*Sigh* That's the last dorm. Let's head back to Ramshackle before Grim finishes the rest of the tamales."

"Say, Mizuki?"

"Yeah?"

"How come the others got spice so quickly? Because I only added a small amount of it."

"Oh...well I don't know? Perhaps they never try spicy food, like Vil and Riddle."

"...Did you add more spice in the salsa, Mizuki?"

"Mm... perhaps?"

"*Sigh* I'll let this slide. Just don't get caught next time."

"You got it, housewarden."