#that's not happening anytime soon my mind is circling so many different games at once dsfkuhdf

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it's been so long... when will someone find them.....

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ch. xxxi - countryside orgy

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tw : smut, (I don't wanna say this but) orgy, unprotected sex, a bunch of sexual activities that I can't even describe because what the fuck am I doing

A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

a/n : buckle up, it's gon' be a long one like 5.7k-ish

After lunch, you all spent the afternoon at the beach together. Mostly running around like children and taking pictures.

When the sun sets, you all returned to the villa, tired from the activities done when the sun was still up in the sky but still wanting to do something fun.

For some reason, all nine of you ended up sitting around in a circle in the living room playing truth or dare like a bunch of high school children at a party. Not only that but whichever one of you managed to sneakily incorporate alcohol into the game should be questioned on their intention.

"Okay, okay, okay," Yunho cut off the laughter, trying to get everyone's attention to him, "I got a good one," he smirked. He took a swig from his beer before snapping his head to you, "(Y/N)," he started in a faux menacing tone, "truth or dare?" he asked.

The alcohol in your system rendered you incapable of feeling anxious on the oncoming question or dare. Without thinking twice, you made your choice, "DARE!" you exclaimed, rather too loudly which made Seonghwa, who was seated next to you, chuckle at how cute you're being.

"I dare you to tell us what in the actual fuckity fuck did that crap weasel Jung Wooyoung used to blackmail you? Like damn, you're one of the nicest girls on campus, I honestly can't think of anything bad that he'd be able to use to force you into being his fake girlfriend," he asked.

You scrunched your nose at the dare, not really expecting his intoxicated mind to be able to remember about Wooyoung blackmailing you. But then again, a dare's a dare and you don't really have anything against letting all of them in on the secret you and Wooyoung had had for a while.

"Okay," you took a swig of encouragement from your glass of beer before putting it down and preparing yourself to tell them. "The blackmail material was about someone that Wooyoung knows and it has something to do with arts and crafts," you slyly said.

All of them, except the ones who know which are you, Wooyoung, San, Mingi, and Jongho, had a look of utter confusion and dumbfoundedness that you actually burst out giggling at how they looked.

"Hey, no fair! That's cheating!" Yunho whined, throwing a cushion from the couch at you, to which you barely dodged as it bounced off of you onto the floor. Soon the others followed in on protesting at how unfair you're being.

You held your hands up in mock surrender, "okay, okay! sorry! I'll tell you," you giggled out, "Wooyoung found my binder the day I went to building F because Mingi had somehow managed to get himself lost there," "guilty," Mingi cut you off, grinning innocently. "Anywho, he snooped and San told him it's mine because he knows me from this freshman year class we took together, long story short Wooyoung told me that he'll release the content of the binder if I don't agree to help him out," you shrugged.

Seonghwa reached across to smack Wooyoung square upside the head, making the latter groan in pain at the sudden impact. "Okay, but what's the content of the binder?" Yunho whined out again, still curious. You sighed in defeat, knowing that he's not gonna drop the matter anytime soon, "It was... A collage, of some sort," "a pretty artsy one at that, might I add," San cut off, raising his beer at you in respect, "a collage of...?" Jongho urged with a smug smirk, making you shot a glare at him, "of Yeosang, okay? I used the pictures of him that I took back from the campus life photo shoot to make a pretty, emo skater-boy aesthetic collage," you grumbled.

Yeosang's eyes widened as big as they could get at your revelation. Yunho and Hongjoong were laughing while clapping their hands in pure amusement, meanwhile, Seonghwa was biting his lips tightly, trying to hold in his laughter at your expense. Wooyoung, Mingi, and Jongho on the other hand were snickering at how shocked the others were, especially Yeosang since he couldn't seem to avert his bulging eyes from you.

The whole thing made you whine in protest. San, who was seated next to you, pulled you into a comforting hug, patting your head and cooing in your ears

After a while, all nine of you were starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol in your bloodstream. It would appear that all of your inhibitions are lowered and the game had taken a dirty turn.

Jongho was stripped down to his boxers, Yeosang had somehow been dared into putting on one of your panties, Seonghwa was still regretting telling his most recent sex dream which involved you and three tubes of whipped cream and ending with the boys cleaning after his mess, Mingi was still recovering from prank calling his asshole former RA with fake sex sounds made together with Wooyoung, and Yunho is currently swaying his hips in an effort to write out his name with his butt, the sight was hilarious and Wooyoung leaving a loud and hard spank to his ass was the perfect way to end his dare. The only one seemingly unbothered was Hongjoong, he had no issue telling how he ended up being a camgirl's extra.

Now it's back to your turn. Out of randomness, you picked truth and almost immediately after you blurt the word out, Yeosang threw you a question with a smirk on his face, "How many of us have you slept with?"

As soon as he asked it, everyone snaps their heads to you, almost as if cornering you. With the help of alcohol, you simply shrugged and answer him, "literally everyone except San and Yunho," the two boys mentioned had their jaws dropped, "Wait, so out of everyone here, we are the only ones left???" San asked in disbelief.

You smirked at him, leaning your face close to his, "yeah, jealous?" it was obvious that the alcohol had made you slightly braver, and it's affecting San. His attention drops to your lips and his tongue darts out to lick his bottom lip. "Depends, what are you gonna do about it?"

It would appear that the alcohol had not only affected you but also the other boys as well. Because as soon as you taunt him, San pulled you to his lap and began kissing you hungrily. You couldn't help but wind your arms around his neck to pull him closer, wanting to feel him against you whilst you both made out in front of everyone. Whilst you busied yourself with San, the others were watching you two with a look of shock, amusement, and flustered.

You detach yourself momentarily from San, making him whine as he tried chasing your lips with his. But it was futile as you grip the back of his hair and pull his head back, emitting a low groan that almost sounds like a growl from him.

"Whose turn is it?" you asked to the room, eyes not leaving San's lust-filled expression. Someone cleared their throat behind you, piping up to answer your question, "I-I think it's Jongho's turn," the voice said. You later identified the voice to be Seonghwa's.

"Okay, Jongho," you called out, breaking said man's trance to focus on you. Your hands began cupping San's face, your thumbs tugging at his bottom lip as you feel his hips starting to grind on you.

"I dare you to dare me to make San and Yunho cum," you smirked, eyes flitting towards Yunho who is two people away from you. Initially, he looked surprised, but when his eyes met yours, he smirked before beginning to crawl to where you and San are.

Sensing your plan, Jongho chuckled and obliged, "of course, (Y/N), I accept your dare of daring me to dare you to make San and Yunho cum," he said.

It was all it took before you began grinding on San back with more ferocity, hips flush against his that he was able to feel the heat from your pussy even through your underwear and shorts.

Yunho situated himself next to you, his hands pulling you towards him to connect your lips together in a messy kiss. You were trying to balance giving both boys the same attention, so as your hips work on San, your hand reach down to firmly cup Yunho through his pants.

The others were enjoying the show you put on. They too started to feel aroused, some were even thinking about if they were in either Yunho or San's positions.

You suddenly halted your movements on them to stand up. Your crotch is now in direct eye level with San, making him gulp while Yunho stared at your ass in pure fascination.

Without saying much, you unbuttoned your pants and let them drop to the floor as you throw your shirt off. You could've sworn one of the boys watching (most likely Wooyoung) gasped loudly at the sight of your body only covered in a flimsy two-piece bikini that you had put in case the boys wanted to play in the water.

"Shit that's dangerous," Jongho moaned from behind you. You felt that single comment boosted your ego through the roof. You eyed both Yunho and San momentarily, tilting your head to the side as if you were thinking. Your pointer fingers circled in the air in their direction, "take 'em off please, boys," you demanded.

Not even needing a second, both Yunho and San immediately stood up to strip nude. Both showcasing different yet equally pretty cocks, and you just know what you want with them.

Your hands found their way to push San back down to a sitting position. As he lowered himself down, you situated yourself back onto his lap, dropping your crotch directly on his bare cock, only having a thin barrier between you both. Once situated comfortably on San's lap, you began grinding on him hard again while motioning for Yunho to come closer to you. As San moaned at the feeling of your hot pussy rubbing itself on his bare cock, you grip Yunho's cock and began licking at his tip.

"Damn, she's greedy," Yeosang moaned from behind you. You couldn't see the other six boys, but from the sounds you heard, you're pretty sure they're touching themselves.

Yunho moaned loudly when you began taking him in slowly inch by inch until you can feel him at the back of your throat. But even then, there's some of him left that you couldn't fit in your mouth. As you began sucking Yunho off while simultaneously swivelling your crotch on San's, San sneakily managed to untie the knot of your bikini top and latched his lips to your chest. You gasped softly on Yunho's cock when you felt San's tongue running along your chest and around one nipple before grazing his teeth on it, making you squeal. The vibration of your voice shot straight to Yunho's dick, making him groan.

The sight of you on top of San whilst still focused on sucking him off made Yunho unconsciously buck into your mouth. You had one hand on San's shoulder for balance as the other was anchored on Yunho's hip, your fingers would ever so often graze against the underside of his cock and on his balls.

It didn't take long for both of them to feel like they're on the edge, and you knew it too. How could you not? San had tightened his grip around you with his face still buried in your chest and his hips thrusting onto you hard, the feeling of his cock brushing against your clit was amazing. Yunho had gripped onto your head as he began thrusting into your mouth, using it to chase himself over the edge.

Out of the two of them, San was the first to cum. He shuddered and bit on the skin of your boob as his cock let out streams of white cum, painting both your stomachs. You could feel San's hot cum trickling down your stomach. You detach your mouth from Yunho's cock for a bit, using your hand to pump him instead as the hand that was on San's shoulder reached down to your stomach to scoop some of the cum into your mouth before pressing your mouth to San so you both could taste him.

The visual drove Yunho over the edge as his hips stuttered and he came on the side of your neck and onto your chest. The sudden impact made you gasp and push San slightly away to see what had just happened.

Your eyes widened at Yunho's cum that's now prettily decorating your chest, along with San's cum that's starting to drop to the floor beneath.

Luckily, Yunho was quick to take the box of tissue nearby and he and San began cleaning you up from their cum.

Once cleaned up, you stood yourself up from your previous position and turn to look at the other boys. You smirked at the sight of them palming themselves whereas Wooyoung and Mingi just blatantly whip their cocks out to touch themselves.

Seeing that you're already too far in anyways, you pull your bikini top off and pouted at them, "I didn't get to cum, can someone please help me?" you said in a faux defeated tone.

Honjoong was the first to spoke up, "are you sure you can continue, baby? You had just taken two men," he said. You rolled your eyes playfully at him, "of course I can! I can take three of you at the same time," you answered.

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yeosang, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Jongho began eyeing each other. You could see the wheels in their heads turning as if devising a plan on how to take you.

The first one to move forward was Jongho. He stood up and walk towards you. His hands moved to palm your breasts and began massaging them slowly, "prove it then, take me, Seonghwa hyung, and Joong hyung at the same time," he smirked cockily. He momentarily looked back towards the two eldest and nodded his head to the side, motioning them to come and help him take care of you.

In a blink of an eye, the one pair of hands turned to three before you could realize anything. Hongjoong pulled your bikini bottoms off before throwing them on Wooyoung's lap, "go help yourself," he ordered to which Wooyoung obliged by wrapping the item around his cock before resuming to pump himself. Seonghwa carefully manoeuvred you into a kneeling position on the floor before situating himself in front of you, he cupped your face gently and peck your lips softly before positioning himself at your entrance, "you ready?" he asked sweetly.

You hadn't even realized that Jongho had situated himself behind you and Hongjoong standing at your side. Jongho sweep your hair to the side, uncovering one of your ears so he could speak directly next to it, "we don't have lube with us, so this might hurt a little, but you can always tap out, okay?" he said, leaving a peck on your cheek as he presses the head of his cock on your rim.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the impact from two out of three of them. Hongjoong knelt down next to you to connect both of your lips together. When you were distracted with Hongjoong, Seonghwa and Jongho began pushing themselves into you. You groaned at the sudden intrusion. It wasn't uncomfortable, but you weren't used to being filled like that. You grip onto Seonghwa's shoulders tightly while he caresses your hips, trying to coax you into relaxing more. Hongjoong's lips moved down to suck spots around your collarbone and chest, trying to distract you.

"Baby, damn, you're so tight here," Jongho groaned when he's fully sheathed in you from behind, his hands massaging your ass in an effort to make it feel better.

"Well gee, Ho, I don't usually do anal with any of you," you muttered, starting to get used to the feeling of having two cocks inside you. You tap on Seonghwa's cheek with your pointer finger, signalling for him to move first.

Seonghwa started to thrust up into you slowly. His cock sliding in and out of you combined with the fullness in your ass from Jongho's cock and Hongjoong's lips sucking marks along your collarbone made you sigh shakily and drop your head back onto Jongho's shoulder.

When he felt like you're relaxed enough and distracted with Seonghwa's thrusts, Jongho experimentally pulls slightly out before pushing back in once. When his hips slammed onto your ass, you felt your breath got knocked out of your lungs, but you didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Taking your lack of protest as a good sign, Jongho began building up his own rhythm. He matched his thrusts with Seonghwa's. So when Seonghwa pulled out, he was thrusting in, making sure you're never left empty.

Both Seonghwa and Jongho were preoccupying you too much that Hongjoong had felt slightly neglected. He got onto his feet and grab his cock, poking it to your cheek with a pout on his face.

His expression made you giggle because who would've thought drunken, horny Hongjoong is whiny and needy?

Nevertheless, you open your mouth so he could slide his cock in. His cock isn't as big as Yunho and it fits rather nicely in your mouth. It didn't take long for you to start deepthroating him, occasionally letting your teeth graze against his cock that caused a low rumble from his throat.

Seeing your newfound attention, Seonghwa decided to be a little shit and tease you.

"Look at you, so pretty like this," he mockingly said. His hands that were situated on your waist moved to your chest, he caressed the underside of your boobs initially, but his fingers slowly started tweaking at your nipples, "you like having your holes filled, don't you? Having us use you however we like," he growled, fingers pinching at your nipples harshly.

The pain from your nipples shot through to your core, both Seonghwa and Jongho felt you clench at it. Your mouth hung open as a gasp escape you, Hongjoong's cock slipping out of your mouth momentarily.

The man was not pleased when your lips lost contact with his dick. He glared at Seonghwa and reach to yank at his hair, forcing Seonghwa to look at him.

"You better stop that or else you'd be the one sucking my dick," he threatened. In return, Seonghwa only chuckled mockingly, darting his tongue out to lick at his lips mockingly, "you'd like that, wouldn't you? You freak," the older teased.

Jongho leaned forward and hook his arms around yours securely, assuring that you wouldn't be able to move, "you think they'd realize if I slip you off of Hwa hyung and just fuck you myself?" he asked, making you giggle.

But your giggle was cut off when Seonghwa and Hongjoong averted their gaze towards the youngest male. They both promptly return to their tasks. After promptly shoving his dick back in your mouth, Hongjoong and Seonghwa started a new pace, much faster and much harsher than before.

You nearly toppled back onto Jongho, but thankfully he had a firm grip on you. As if not wanting to lose to the two eldest, Jongho began thrusting faster into you, making sure your ass smack against his hip bones repeatedly.

The only sounds that could be heard were words of encouragement from the boys watching, skin slapping, three moans, and one muffled one.

As the three thrust into you carelessly, using use as a mere item for them to chase their orgasm, you suddenly felt overwhelmed. With Seonghwa brushing his tip against your g spot, Jongho rubbing his sweaty skin on you and letting his thick cock fill you up beyond your imagination, and the lack of air that was caused by the blockage Hongjoong caused in your mouth, you toppled over the edge.

Your body tensed up, fingers curling on Seonghwa's shoulder to grip him tightly and your mouth gape out as a choked moan escapes you.

Instead of letting your orgasm ebb, neither one of the three stopped what they were previously doing. Moreover, they seem to be at it more than before. The rhythm of their thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. Your fucked out expression only egged them to cum even further, wanting to feel the ecstasy you're currently feeling. You could swear Hongjoong could see his dick bulging out from your throat and that Seonghwa and Jongho could feel each other's dicks rubbing inside you.

Jongho pulled out and came first, opting to shoot his load on your back and your ass than inside you. You groaned when feeling his hot cum on your ass and the man behind you made it his mission to make things messy as he spread his cum down to your ass and to your pussy hole so that his and Seonghwa's cum would mix together. You could actually hear Jongho snickering at the back, amused with himself.

Next thing you know, Hongjoong's hips stuttered and he came down your throat. Though still going through your own high, you swallow Hongjoong's load and keep sucking him to prolong his climax.

Seonghwa's eyes darkened even more at the sight of you so greedily swallowing Hongjoong's cum so easily.

"You're a greedy cumslut, aren't you? Made for nothing other than good dicking and taking cum, if that's what you want, then take it," he said before letting one, two, three, four more harsh thrusts before letting his head drop to your shoulder, lips pressing on his skin as he unloads inside you.

Never have you felt dirtier yet satisfied beyond anything after sex. Sure you've taken two brutes at the same time before (re : Mingi and Jongho), but apparently, three is your new limit.

Whilst the four of you were taking your breath, Jongho was smacked to the side by Mingi using the tissue box.

"You just had to make a mess, don't you?" he grumbled as he drops to his knees behind you and letting his hands carefully cleaned you off. However, you couldn't help but shudder when his hand reached between your legs to wipe the dripping cum off. Mingi smirked smugly at your reaction, "tingly down there, baby?" he teased, pressing a kiss down at the back of your neck.

"Don't tease," you whined, letting your body fell slightly backwards on Mingi's body. As the man behind you wraps his arms around your waist, you could see Wooyoung standing up from his position on the floor to walk towards you. He was stopped merely a couple steps in by Yunho who nudged his head towards Yeosang's direction, "might wanna let Yeosang go first, man looked like a ticking time bomb," he snickered. "You mean a ticking cum bomb," San retorted from the couch, hand stroking his erect cock even after cumming previously. "Damn it, it was right there," Yunho grumbled.

You flit your gaze Yeosang and true to what Yunho said, he had forgotten about his initial shyness. His cock was out in the open air, exposed by the pants that he had pushed carelessly down just enough, tip angry red and it looked so hard you think it must hurt.

Without wasting another second, you stood up and skip over to Yeosang. You drop yourself between his legs, adorning a goofy grin on your face, "can I help you with that?" you asked, eyes dropping to the problem between his legs.

Normally, he'd blush so hard if someone said that to him. But for some reason, he just found you adorable. He chuckled at you, lifting two fingers in a come-hither motion, "gimme a kiss first," he said. You squealed at his confidence but jump upwards to crash your lips with his in a playful kiss.

Lips busy, you sneakily drop your hand down to take Yeosang fully in your hand. Once your hand made contact with his cock and squeezing it softly, he gasped into your mouth.

You detached your lips so you'd be able to look down. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight before you.

"Red lace looks great on you, Sangie," you teased. Yeosang looked down and groan when he realized what you meant. He was so horny that he forgot he was wearing your panties for the dare.

"Jung fucking Yunho," he grumbled, dropping his head back onto the couch in embarrassment.

Still giggling, you lower yourself to press your chest against his hard dick. When Yeosang felt his cock pressed onto something soft, he whipped his head back up and nearly bulged his eyes out at the sight of you rubbing your chest on his dick.

"Do you think you can cum with my boobs, Sangie?" you titled your head at him. The stark difference between the innocent expression on your face and the lewd action you're doing made his dick twitch.

"Try me," he challenged.

Raising an eyebrow at him, you began squeezing your boobs around his dick and move your chest up and down on him. The skin of your chest was colder compared to his hot dick, it felt kind of nice.

Considering how hard and worked up he was, you think it wouldn't take him long to cum. So you work yourself so that Yeosang could reach his peak soon. Poor guy must've been wanting to cum so bad.

As you're preoccupied with Yeosang, Mingi took the opportunity of your ass jutting out to slip himself into your pussy in one swift thrust. Thank god you're still wet from previous ministrations.

The sudden impact halted your tit-fucking on Yeosang. You whimpered slightly when Mingi decided to stay still after waiting for him to move.

"No, no, princess, you're gonna make Yeosangie there cum with my dick in you," he said. You could hear the smugness dripping from his voice. He leaned forward to lick a stripe from the middle of your back to your neck, "so you better not move much if you don't want daddy to punish you," he growled next to your ear.

"Oh shit, Mingi's straight-up cruel, isn't he?" Wooyoung muttered to Seonghwa, who was equally shocked at the sight in front of him. Jongho piped in from the side, "nah, he just love taming (Y/N),"

Initially, you thought tit-fucking Yeosang would be an easy thing. But with the additional interruption inside you, you can't seem to focus. On one hand, you want to make Yeosang cum on your chest. But on the other hand, you think having Mingi fuck you would be amazing.

But you're determined. You tried not thinking about how Mingi's dick is filling you up nicely and to just focus on letting Yeosang's dick thrust in between your tits, having your tongue graze against his tip every time it came to view.

Slowly, Yeosang started to thrust himself onto you. You adjusted your rhythm to his, making sure that when he thrust himself up, you're pushing your boobs down on him. Soon enough you started to get used to Mingi's cock filling you and just focus on making Yeosang cum.

With increasing speed, you encouraged Yeosang to cum. Egging him to the edge. At one point, you even spat down onto his cock to make him move better as if your boobs hadn't already been covered in his precum.

Yeosang is different from the others. Whilst the others have telltale signs of them cumming through their faltering movements, Yeosang kept a steady pace. He'd increase his speed from time to time and his face would scrunch in concentration.

"Come on Sangie, I want your cum," you whimpered at him. His eyes met yours, focusing on the way you're looking at him. Eyes batted and lips pouted, proving that you're really begging for him to cum on you.

"Yeosangie, please," you moaned out. He inhaled sharply at your voice, knowing that he's just about to cum.

"F-fuck, (Y/N), w-where do you want me?" he uttered out in pants.

"Cum on my chest, Sangie, please," you begged.

As soon as his brain processed your begs, he spurted out ropes of milky white cum to your chest, some of it even splattered on your chin and neck.

You were about to compliment him when all of a sudden, Mingi pulled you flush into his lap and turned you both around so his back is rested on the couch behind him.

Wooyoung appeared before your eyes out of nowhere, hand still on his cock that's wrapped in your bikini bottom. He had a teasing smirk on his face as he pumps slowly, "our turn," he sing-songed.

Without even waiting for you to react, Mingi's arms wrapped around your waist and began thrusting himself.

"Ah!" you yelped, surprised at the suddenness. But Mingi didn't care as he only presses his forehead onto your shoulder and thrust at an animalistic speed. Your eyes focused on Wooyoung and how he's staring directly at your pussy while his hands move on his dick quickly to match Mingi's thrusting pace.

You licked your lips at how needy Wooyoung is. So who are you to deprive the man of what he needs?

Carefully, so that you wouldn't disturb Mingi, you hook both of your legs around his longer one's, making sure that Wooyoung could get a better view of how Mingi's moving into you.

Wooyoung's eyes bulged out at the new visual. Your glistening pussy practically sucking all of Mingi so greedily, pulsing with need, pink bordering on red from the way it's been used, and still slightly leaking the cum that Seonghwa had left inside you, not to mention your chest still has what Yeosang left on you. His hands initially faltered in surprise, but when his eyes met your encouraging ones, he scooted closer to you and began pumping harder and faster. How did he not get hand cramps yet is a mystery.

Mingi seemed to notice Wooyoung moving closer to the both of you. It was then when he noticed your legs had spread wider for Wooyoung to see and you're now enjoying how he's fucking into you.

He chuckled in amusement, feeling somewhat proud. "You're a considerate little princess, aren't you?" his voice rumbled deeply next to your ear, making you blush. You hadn't even realized one of his hands snaked to between your legs until it suddenly smacks your pussy loudly.

The others who were watching jumped slightly at the sound. One of them definitely whimpered either from the sound or from how your pussy is now a shade darker.

Mingi is now determined to make you lose control. Something deep in him convinced himself that even though the others had had their way with you, HE'S the only one who knows your body best and how to control it, bend it to his will.

With the determination set, his hips set to a steady pace and his hand rub at your clit in harsh circles, the lubrication of your juice and his precum (along with Seonghwa's leftover cum that he wouldn't admit) made it easier for him to pleasure you.

You let out a loud squeal at the newfound pleasure. Your chest arching high from Mingi's and your eyes scrunching close. If it weren't for Mingi's arms anchoring you, you'd surely topple forward and smack yourself onto Wooyoung's dick, face first. Although, that wouldn't be the worst way to fall over.

Wooyoung licks his lips when he saw the outline of Mingi's cock through your stomach, thinking how you must be so tight and small for Mingi's cock to be able to do that. Not that he think it's a competition, but he's pretty confident in his own size and girth.

Currently you're a moaning mess. Hands groping onto your chest for anchor and toes curling. The pleasure had become overwhelming. You don't know if it's the buildup of multiple sexual activities or the fact that you had only cum once whereas you had managed to make six out of eight men cum in and on you.

Mid-thought, you felt something inside you snap and you let out the most pornographic moan you can muster as you squirted on the floor, Mingi's legs, and onto Wooyoung.

Other than Mingi and Wooyoung, the room felt like it had been frozen in time. Six pairs of eyes watched with disbelief at what had just happened in front of them.

"Shit, she never squirted before," Jongho choked out, making the other five pairs of eyes divert to him.

"Oh fuck, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen," Wooyoung grunted. He promptly moves himself to be directly in front of you. He let your bikini bottom drop to the floor so that his bare hand would pump himself instead.

The way you're currently being overstimulated by Mingi's ever-thrusting dick sets him off immediately.

As if synced, when Wooyoung's cum hit your stomach, Mingi also released himself in you, mixing your essence and him together whilst still thrusting to ride his orgasm off.

When Mingi finally stopped thrusting, you could feel fatigue wash over you and your legs lost all its strength. All you could do is slump against Mingi as he caresses your thighs lovingly, whispering "good job"s into your ear.

Silence washed over the room as everyone calms themselves down from the event that had just unfold. No one was regretting anything, it's more like wonder. How one second you were all playing truth or dare and suddenly they're all fucking the girl who's supposed to be Wooyoung's fake girlfriend.

You were bordering on falling asleep when you suddenly felt your body being lifted up into familiar arms.

"I'll take her up and clean her, mind cleaning up?" Mingi asked towards the rest of them as he stood up to get you to your shared room.

The last thing you heard before closing your eyes were the other seven agreeing to clean up. The smell of sex was still thick in the air, while it would've been disgusting to your normal self, right now it just set your brain to immediately sleep.

"Rest up, princess, we'll take care of you," Mingi chuckled, pulling you closer into his chest as he walked up the stairs.

You didn't know why Mingi said 'we' instead of 'I'. But it felt nice.

It felt right.

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okay, @rae-baby , where are you?? Why can't I tag you anymore ??

a/n : I called this chapter countryside orgy too much to the point that I changed it to countryside orgy from the original life's a beach. y'all fucking ruined me.

[plush-rabbit]

Mental Toll - Brothers.

Request: My mom kicked me out, her 15 year old daughter out of her house. And I've been staying with my aunt but everything is taking a mental toll on me . Can I get a Beel, mammon, Leviathan, or asmo comfort?

A/N: Sweetheart, I’m sorry for this. It can be all so difficult for you, but please take care of yourself. Remember that nothing is your fault, you’re a child, you’re gonna be okay. Please don’t keep these emotions bottled up (im also assuming this is comfort on your situation, so yeah)

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Mammon:

You’ll always have a place with him. He’s taken on a guardian role for you and while he might have hated it at first, he’s grown attached to you. Your guardians in the Human Realm don't matter. They decided to leave you, so now you’re here with him and he isn’t going to abandon you anytime soon. Mammon may not know what to do when he finds you crying and unable to speak, but he cares and he’ll try to show that to you, telling you that you can bunk with him for the night- you get to take his bed and he’ll sleep on the couch, you don’t have to be alone.

He isn’t exactly the best at comforting, using a bit too many words only to come up short, but once that initial nervousness wears off, he’s comforting. He’s taken care of a child before- granted they were much younger, and was then put into the care of witches- he knows what a scared kid looks like. He’ll offer what he can to you and let you rest your head on his bicep as he listens to you ramble about what happened. He won’t ever push for you to talk, but it might help sort out all those feelings that are bubbling up inside of you.

Of course it’s difficult for the both of you. He isn’t too knowledgeable about the mentality and fragility of a human mind and emotions but he can assume to be essentially kicked out of a parent’s home can be rough. He’s dealt with it before even if he knew the risks. He remembers the nights of pain and agony, the silent suffering that was thick in the air, and the lack of self-care. He comes in with a small meal every day, grabbing random vitamins that he thinks might be good for you, and just lets you rest. You see a more hidden side of Mammon, the one that cares too much, that acts almost like a parental figure and have a comforting smile and gives nice hugs.

You aren’t free to rest forever. He’s also seen what that kind of damage that can do to someone's mental health. He won’t ever pressure you to go out and do something you don’t want to, but you do have to move from the spot on his bed. You can hide yourself in his room for as long as you want, but you can’t live your life stuck in a bed. He knows that that isn’t good for anyone. You’ll have all the space that you could want and need, but you need to also talk to him and take care of yourself.

It’s his role as your guardian to take care of you and make sure that nothing bad would happen to you- you being in the Human Realm makes no difference to that. You’re still under his protection and he’ll take care of you as much as he can. Mammon can be brash, and have his sin take over, but it isn’t all that he is. He can be selfless and take care of you and let you just relax around him. There’s no pressure put on you and he’ll protect you. He promises that- he’s a demon, he’s lived for a long time and he’ll live for an even longer time and as long as he’s around, he’ll protect you.

Leviathan:

Coming to Leviathan is certainly a choice. He cares- of course he does! But, he doesn’t know what to do. Of course he knows how it feels, but it was different and so long ago and buried under memories and the fictional world, that he chose to forget that. It’s different with you. You’re a child who’s crying and at a loss for a parent that left them and it must hurt. He’s awkward, but he’ll sit by you and have a hand on your back telling you to take all the time that you need. He’s always here in his room after all, so you can always find him.

In the beginning, he doesn’t know what to do. Surely, there should be words or tips online that could help him translate his words and feelings better than “that sucks.” An apology feels so fake and unsure and he doesn't want that for you. You deserve something real, an actual meaningful interaction that might help you but he comes up blank. He doesn’t know what exactly he should say, so he just lets you rest beside him as he tells you his own encounter with abandonment and what helped him.

He tries to make you feel better in a way that helps him- via distractions. It helped him and maybe it could help you. You like to spend time with him so you both must share some type of interest in common. He feels so proud of himself when he offers you to read his manga or play some of his games. It’s a nice distraction and depending on what you choose, it can be a great way to just open up emotions and see what could effectively help trigger just that blockade of emotions for the both of you. You don’t have to do it, but it proves to be nice to just immerse yourself in some fictional tale.

Eventually, he starts to read what you read once you’ve fallen asleep. You gravitated towards it for a reason and it’s easier to talk to you like that. You get to be the hero, the protagonist or whoever you want, and he knows the struggles that they go through. He can help through an outside glance. It starts off simple, just him mentioning comments, prying for information about why you like a certain character and then in just a blink of an eye, you’re crying. You opened up and he’s by your side.

Comforting you is a bit awkward, but what could he expect. He sits by you and lets you talk through your emotions even if it makes no sense- your words are garbled and out of order- but he gets the main point of it. Leviathan understands that you’re hurting and who wouldn’t be. You’re a child, and the love of a parental figure means a lot. He might not be confident to have that type of relationship with you, but he can certainly be a big brother who lets you come into his room and sleep in a futon that he has when you’re feeling particularly lonely.

Asmodeus:

His eyes are sad, the usual glow and glimmer dimmed and his smile once beautiful and stretched, it pulled into a soft frown. Even in sadness, he still looks beautiful. With a gentle pull, he brings you into his room, and lets you set your stuff down on the floor. Asmodeus holds your face in his hands and gingerly wipes away your tears. You’ve had such a long day and it’s no secret that he has the best bath in the house, so he lets you go use it in order to destress, just enough to clean yourself and have time to gather your feelings and thoughts.

The room is suited to him and to only him, but he figures that you wouldn’t want to be alone. He has to rid some of the extra pillows on the bed, rid of the stronger scents in the room in order to not congest you more, and just declutter his room a bit more. It’s suited for him, a demon who can and lives for the finer things, but for you, he needs you to be able to breathe. The sheets are replaced, the towel that he has set for you soft and fluffy and the clothes clean and smelling like the house, a much better scent than the stitched to your clothes. He sends it to you via magic, wanting you to come to him when you’re ready.

When you approach him, he gives you a comforting smile and pats the bed beside him. He grabs your hand and massages it slowly, telling you that he’ll be here for you if you need anything. You can talk to him or choose not to, and he won’t pressure you in the slightest. You can take your time to talk to him. He feels a bit bad that he can’t tell you that everything will be okay, he knows it will, so sure of it that he’d bet himself on it, but it isn't what you want to hear. You just need to know that he’s right there by your side.

For now, you’re okay. You’re safe in his room and he likes being an older brother- at least to a few. He likes to spoil people rotten, and he gets to do that with you. You get to have everything good and shiny. You’re going to be okay when you stick with him, because he won’t let anything happen to you. He’s going to be your new home, your new big brother.

The process is tough, and he doesn’t rush anything. It’s subtle with Asmodeus and being ever so careful with his appearance, he makes sure to take care of yours. Mental health is so fragile and he just wants you to be okay. He’ll offer substitutions if certain activities can feel a bit too difficult for you, but he doesn’t push too much. You still have to take care of yourself and it might feel overbearing, but he needs to take care of you.

Beelzebub:

Family means everything to Beelzebub. At the very end of it, it’s part of the core of who he is. He feels your pain and is empathetic when you tell him what happened and he holds you close, letting you rest on his bed as he sits on the edge with a comforting hand rubbing circles on your back. He’s a demon, he knows just how cruel others can be, and yet, to see someone hurt someone as young as you, it makes him sick.

Your tears hit him hard and he can only hug you as you cry into him about your situation. There are too many emotions inside of you and it must be so difficult for you to handle all of them and he wishes he could help take that away, but he can only hold you and make sure that you sleep in a position that won’t hurt your neck once the tears have tired you out. It’s the little things that he does for you until you come to him and explain everything to him, and he’ll listen and won’t interrupt.

During this time, he tries to not be imposing. He doesn’t want you to run from him so he’ll give you time to come to him when you’re ready. He checks up on you often, knocking on your door and entering with a few snacks. He’ll stay if you ask him and talk to you about mundane stuff. A part of him wonders if that’s really what you want to hear, but he can’t say anything different. He doesn’t know what it is that you want to hear and he doesn’t want to pressure you any further. Anyways, it seems like you like to listen to him during these moments. Maybe, he provides a nice distraction.

He’ll always make sure that he has his phone on him in case you need him. He’s told you before that you can contact him whenever you want, and that he’ll come running to you. He’s sure it’s his big brother instincts taking over. He may be the sixth brother, but it doesn’t remove the fact that he has a twin. It’s only by his power that he ranks sixth. With you, he can be a big brother and be the cool and caring type that takes care of you. You can always come to him whenever you need something and he’ll make sure to give you whatever you want.

It comes to no surprise that you two develop a strong bond and you start to stick to him and he welcomes that. He won’t leave you alone unless you ask him to and he always makes sure to include you in whatever activity he has. During lunch, he’ll sit with you and listen to you and he’s glad that you're starting to feel better around him. You’ve both grown quite attached and he tries to do good by you. Beelzebub will give you whatever you need because beside his twin, you’re the youngest in the family. He’ll reassure you that nothing is your fault, that you’re only a child and that you’ll be okay. You’ve been there for him and he’ll be there for you.

[twiceinadream]

Twice HC- How They Would Make Their S/O Feel Better After a Bad Day

Requested: Yup

Request: How they would make their s/o feel better after a bad day

a/u: Hey, guys! So I hope you all had a great new year and yay first post of 2021! I meant to go on a break but not posting makes me nervous so I wrote an HC for the first in over a year. I hope you guys like it, but my posts still might not be as frequent so I’m sorry about that. I love you guys!

Category: Fluff and Minor NSFW

Nayeon

Nayeon would immediately notice the far off look in your eyes the second she greeted you at the door

Your usual cheerfulness was replaced with something more solemn as your smile never reached your eyes

She would immediately go into “Mom Mode” as she sat you down on the couch, and went to make you a cup of hot cocoa

Ordering take out from your guy’s favorite restaurant while she cuddled with you on the couch

By night’s end, delivery boxes littered the coffee table as your body began to feel heavy in Nayeon’s hold, “Thanks Jagi.” She would smile as she placed a kiss on your forehead, “Anything for you, Y/N-ah.”

Jeongyeon (This is my favorite gif of her)

Jeongyeon tapped her foot against the cement as she checked her watch, you were late getting out of work. Which was strange since you always made a habit of not staying longer than you had to

Another five minutes passed before your disheveled form made its way out of the building, and your girlfriend immediately knew you had a bad day

You didn’t even need to say anything as she placed a kiss on your lips and began walking towards the park outside your work (coincidentally, the same park the two of you had your first date)

Jeongyeon would talk about practice and the rest of the girls to ease your mind off today, knowing she did her job when she saw the way your eyes lit up at the sight of your favorite ice cream stall

A bright smile eventually finding its way on your face as Jeong fed you small scoops of her ice cream. “You’re amazing Jeongie.” The sincerity in your voice made your girlfriend’s face scrunch up in “disgust”. “Sweet talker.” You chuckled at her words as you leaned into her. “Only for you.”

Momo (This is perfect because Boo’s actually in this)

Usually it was you who would be taking care of Momo when she had a bad day. But now that the roles were reversed, she was determined to make you feel as special as you made her feel

By the sound of your voice on the phone she knew today had been rough and she wanted to make it just a bit better once you got home

So she got set with making your favorite foods for dinner. Even sending you a cute photo of herself and Boo with the caption, “We can’t wait for you to come home!”

As soon as you opened the door you were hit by the different smells of the dishes Momo had made, your mood lifting slightly as the sound of paws and feet came at you as your girlfriend wrapped you in a hug and Boo circled around your feet

The Japanese girl leading you to the dining table that was scattered with all your favorite foods. A smile broke out onto your face as you felt your heart swell, bringing her in for a kiss as you hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Momoring.”

Sana (Penny for your thoughts -> What’s on your mind?)

From the way the door slammed when you came into the house, Sana could tell you were not exactly happy

Her frown deepened as you went straight for the fridge to grab a beer. It was worse than she thought, as she watched you fall back into the couch. A heavy sigh leaving your lips as you just sat there

Sana made her way next to you slowly as she noticed the way your eyebrows knitted together, “Penny for your thoughts?” You nodded, leaning into your girlfriend’s touch as she ran her fingers through your hair as you talked about your day

“Wow, I do feel better. Thanks Satang.” You whispered as you buried your face into the top of your girlfriend’s hair as she snuggled into you

“Anytime, Y/N-ah.” She whispered back, placing a kiss to the top of your hand that was intertwined with hers

Jihyo

Jihyo could sense the second you walked through the door your day had not gone well, if the fact you were missing a shoe and soaking wet didn’t give any hints

You took one look at your girlfriend before sliding down to a sitting position at the front door, hitting the back of your head as you groaned, “Never tell me, ‘You should try jogging, it’s fun!’ ever again.”

The brunette bit back a smile as she came to kneel in front of you, brushing away the hair from your eyes, “Y/N, what happened?”

You looked Jihyo in the eyes as you explained how a branch had almost fallen on you, which caused you to dive into a person’s front yard, when their sprinklers turned on and their dog came out and started chasing you, then just you thought you weren’t gonna get away you threw your shoe to distract it

Jihyo concealed her laughter with a cough as she wrapped you in a hug, “My poor baby. How could I ever make it up to you?” The teasing glint in her eyes wasn’t lost to you as you smirk. “Well, I can think of a few.”

Mina

Mina had noticed the far look in your eyes when you got home, but decided against prying when you offered to play a game with her on the new Switch you had gotten her for Christmas. An offer you rarely made which caused her to take it when she had it

Your girlfriend didn’t find it difficult to beat you, but after about the fifth time you loss Mina could see it was starting to become more personal than she thought

“Let’s take a break.” She offered, pausing the game so you would look at her. “No, it’s fine.” You insisted but Mina refused. “Something’s wrong Y/N. What happened today?”

You sighed as you revealed that the project you had been working on had fallen through and your months of hard work had pretty much gone down the drain. You sniffed hard, holding back your tears as Mina pulled you into a hug, “Oh, Y/N. You should have told me sooner, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, “It’s not your fault, my boss is just stupid.” Mina cupped your cheek, “The stupidest.” The Japanese girl’s words made a smile break out onto your face as you pressed a kiss to her lips.

Dahyun

Dahyun had noticed the somber look in your eyes when you had picked her up from work. Your smile replaced by a persistent frown as you pulled into the driveway

Before you could go any farther into the house Dahyun caught your wrist in her hand, “Tell me what’s wrong Y/N.” You were about to open your mouth to protest when Dahyun held a hand up, “Save it. Just come with me.”

You shrugged as you allowed your girlfriend to drag you into the living room. Before she sat you and herself down at the piano, not saying a word as she let her hands glide up and down the keys

Your eyes closed as you let the music move you, feeling your body lighten as your girlfriend concluded her concerto. “That was amazing Dahyun-ah.” A light blush colored her cheeks as she smiled, “Thanks Jagiya. My mom used to play it to me when I wasn’t feeling too good either.”

You let her words sink in as you pressed a kiss to her cheek, “You’re too good for me.” Dahyun shook her head, as she rested her head on your shoulder, “No, you just need to realize you’re worth a lot more to me than you’ll ever know.”

Chaeyoung (TW: Meantions of pet death, P/N -> Pet’s Name)

Your red eyes weren’t lost on Chaeyoung as you did your best to wipe away any stray tears that fell. The news of your family dog’s death had really hit you hard and she’d be lying if she said it hadn’t hurt her too

She had met your prized pup many times visiting your family and knew from the first few dates she had gone on with you, that your dog meant the world to you

So deciding that she was going to put what she did best to good use she went to work. Her nose buried in her sketchbook for most of the day as you left to pay your respects

It wasn’t until later that night did she see you again, a wrapped present on the table as she stayed latched to your side, “I’m so sorry about today Y/N, I know how much you loved P/N. And I made something for you.” She handed you the wrapped present, “Open it.”

You bit your lip as you pulled back the wrapping paper, gasping as you turned over the picture frame. It was a drawing of you and your dog in Chaeyoung’s style with the caption, ‘In our hearts forever.’ The sound of your tears hit the glass of the frame as you tackled your girlfriend in a hug, “I can’t thank you enough.” Chae smiled as she held you tight, “No need baby.”

Tzuyu

Tzuyu knew as soon as she had stepped into the apartment something was off. And her suspicions were only confirmed when she noticed your papers had been thrown in the trash

Following the sound of sobs to your office, pushing open the door to find you curled in on yourself in your desk chair. She quickly rushed to your side as she cupped your face, using her thumbs to brush away your tears, “Hey, Y/N. It’s okay, it’s me. I’m here. What happened?”

You sniffed hard, “I got passed up, I broke my back for the bastard and they passed up my promotion.” Tzuyu frowned, she knew how hard you had been working these past few weeks, “Oh, Y/N. God, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

You couldn’t respond as your body continued to tremble so your girlfriend opted to just hold you. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear till your breathing finally evened out. Your eyes puffy from crying as you leaned into Tzuyu’s hold

“Thank you Tzu.” Your girlfriend smiled as she placed a kiss to your forehead, “No need. I’m sure if you ever want it, we’re always looking for new managers.”

[lucky-bucky-boy]

Cruel Summer Pt. II

Summary: Based loosely off of Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift. Huge muse for this part was also Resentment by Kesha. After what was considerably one of the worst nights to ever be lived, things just seem to keep getting worse. Or will they?

Word Count: 2634

Warnings: Angst, lots of fucking angst, the reader talking a lot, manipulative speech, very slight age gap, anxiety, almost ddlg elements but not quite (Please let me know if I missed anything, I will be happy to add on)

A/N: Tags are at the bottom I know this had been long awaited and I’m so sorry it took so long. I had to rewrite the beginning so many times because the first part just seemed to flow so beautifully and I was having troubles encapsulating the grace. Will be added to AO3 at some point. NO spoilers, takes place before the events of Knives out. Read Part One Here

I do not own these characters. Do NOT repost my writing and/or fics anywhere without my written permission. Reblogs, likes, comments, and constructive criticism welcomed and highly appreciated.

Golden rays of sunshine creeped over rooftops, illuminating the room as it fought the cold of the night out that had settled in every crevice - a cold that was a constant reminder of the half empty bed. Soft sheets and expensive pillows that we no better than the pictures that were facedown on the dresser. A light snore and ball of exuberant warmth curled at the end of the unnecessary king size bed that somehow managed to ignite joy while drowning the feeling with sorrow. Even in the early morning hours, just minutes after the sun had risen, there was only one thing to be thought about, one person; Ransom. 

An insistent vibrating disturbed what little peace had fallen over the room, uncharacteristically early to the weekly norm. Even after it would stop, moments later it would begin again and it seemed that it wasn't going to go away anytime soon. A crack in the foundation, a rumbling earthquake that rocked the stability and what had started becoming a little better everyday was ready to crumble and fall. 

Paying attention to details should be a strong suit for someone who had two books published and one in the works - it was a talent that was nearly mastered by this point. But, emotionally drained and foggy brained from the expense that was a Thrombey family dinner, one that would surely be the talk of the family for months, and a restless night filled with discomfort and anxiety left any common sense buried under endless amounts of exhaustion. 

A quick swipe of a thumb, the light press of the cell phone to your ear, and suddenly everything froze. The feeling as if suddenly bathed in freezing water while fiery coals scorched your feet, butterflies lifting your chest higher to cloud nine while a pit opened in your stomach, heart racing with some wild mixture of dread and excitement; "My house at 3. Don't be late, baby girl."

That godforsaken drawl, the smirk that was evident in his voice, the fucking nickname. The line went dead, a heavy silence flooding the room like a tsunami. Thoughts raced in circles, picking apart and trying to guess what he could possibly want. 

Was he going to rub it in your face that he got under your skin? Made your blood boil? Of course he knew how he affected you, he knew you too well, better than anyone would like to admit. An apology? No - that's too far fetched, even after everything Ransom never was the one to apologize, even if he also knew it would be best. Possibly he had gathered the rest of your things, finally ready to rid himself of them. It's not like you took much when he told you to leave, and it was unlikely he would have taken the time himself to go through everything. He probably paid the maid extra to do it overnight so he wouldn't have to.

Either way, after last night, Ransom was the last person you wanted or expected to hear from. The sting of the incident, salt that was rubbed roughly in an aging wound, still fluttered deep in your chest. His words, the family's reaction, the countless notifications still untouched. Nothing anyone could have told you or showed you would have prepared you for what you had felt in that moment. 

Heavy limbs moved numbly but swiftly, mind working like the rusted innards of a clock, slow and almost confused. It didn't make sense as to why he would want to see you, he had done enough damage as is. The confusion quickly boiled over, simmering down to a fluttering anxiety of constant what ifs running their courses through your mind. 

The growing pup stirred at the feel of you moving from the bed, quickly laying his head back down when he saw you trudge into the bathroom. After a much longer than anticipated shower, the feel of the too warm water running down your skin and feeling as though it was washing away every single issue and emotion, a wave a vague normalcy set in. 

For at least a little you could believe this was normal, that it was just like last summer. Get up, get ready for the day, get some work done, then pamper before heading over to see Ransom. Just this time, there was a slightly different agenda. It wouldn't be all heated kisses, starved touches, and craved intimacy, it wouldn't be whispers of sweet nothings and the comfort of a protective embrace - even if every fiber of you craved it like a bad drug, it couldn't happen again, at least not that easily. And who was to say that was even his plan.

Anticipation made the hours go by slower than what was deemed truly plausible, and no matter what the possibilities of what was to come just wouldn't stop taunting every corner of your thoughts. Embarrassingly so you found yourself preparing much earlier than necessary, restyling yourself a handful of times to make sure stunning couldn't even come close to describing how effortlessly perfect you looked. If Ransom wanted to play games, you were determined to have the ball in your field for as long as possible. And to top it off, you made sure that nothing you had on was bought by him. 

But you could only hope that your efforts weren't in vain as you made your way to his house, a place of memories in the middle of pretty much nowhere. An almost 40 minute drive making way for doubts to slowly creep in and settle in the back of your mind. What if he could tell you tried too hard? He could so easily read you, it was as if you were one of your books. Or what if he thought you were trying to impress him? The only time you ever went out of your way to put much effort into your appearance was when you wanted him to really notice you or if he was taking you out. Maybe going in general was a bad idea and this was just some sick joke of his. 

But there was no time to back out as you pulled up in front of the house, his sitting silhouette evident through the glass window. Ransom noticed you immediately, moving to sit whatever was in his hands down and made his way to the door, already standing on the porch before you had even gotten out of your car. 

A slight uneasiness settled between the two of you, his arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows raised as he watched you, almost expectantly. The look was reminiscent of how your parents would stare you down when you were younger, when you had done something wrong. 

You stood outside your car, staring at him and matching his stance, only adding to the annoyance that was written on his face. "What do you want, Hugh?" The irritation in your voice was evident, and you were more than thankful your words didn't fail you. Stomach twisting in intricate knits, chest fluttering, palms becoming clammy; it was a genuine miracle you hadn't tripped over your words. 

His set jaw clenched, nostrils flaring as he registered how you spoke to him, how you addressed him, "Just get in here. We need to talk."

A scoff fell from your lips as you made your way inside, "Always the gentlemen, aren't you," you spat, rolling your eyes as you walked towards the kitchen. Despite not intending on staying long, you threw your belongings on the island and leaned against the marble countertop, watching him as he stalked towards you, a nearly predatory look in his eyes. "What exactly do we need to talk about? I feel like last night made our positions pretty fucking clear."

He tsked, shaking his head. "You just don't get it, baby girl, dya?" 

Ransom opened his mouth to talk again but you cut him off, agitation finally bubbling over and bordering on rage, "I don't get it?" The words were hissed out and soaked in utter disbelief, "What exactly don't I fucking get, Ransom? The fact that you like to start shit? Or the fact that months after you told me to get the fuck out, you show up to a dinner you don't ever go to to cause a fucking scene, then tell me to meet you at your house the next day? What twisted memory of yours triggered you to suddenly act like you care about me? Why the fuck couldn't you just leave well enough alone?"

The taught muscles of his jaw twitched, intense blues boring into your own gaze. "You're such a spoilt fucking brat," he groaned out. "We had an agreement. No one was supposed to find out, but you had to go and-"

"I had to go and what?" You cut him off once again, only fueling the tension between the two of you and prodding the beast of emotions that was storming inside both of your bellies, "You are the one who opened your mouth, you are the one who fucking started this, all of this. From that night in the fucking bar, to you telling me I was the best thing to ever happen to you, to opening up your mouth last night. You always start it. And you're just pissed I finished it before you could get me to break in front of you."

A lump in your throat was beginning to form, jaw clenching as you swallowed, a feeble attempt to keep your emotions from getting the best of you. The rage was quickly turning into sorrow and hurt, the fire in your chest turning into an ache that couldn't be ignored, "You're just disappointed I waited until I got home, got away from you, to break down. Because you didn't get the satisfaction of seeing the pain you've caused."

There was a sudden twist in the atmosphere, hurricane breaking for a moment of relief before harsh waves continued to crash against the shore, "You act like I wanted to hurt you," his voice was grim, face painting in slight disgust, "Everything was great between us - You are the one who broke the rules. Not me." 

Ransom's head cocked to the side some, gaze moving over your features quickly, examining and calculating, "And even now," a small huff in disbelief as he shook his head, large hand moving to run through his hair which you had just noticed was free of any products. Odd, even for him. "Even now, you still came, you're still here. And I'm still thinking of giving you another chance."

Something buried deep within you snapped, a flood of pain filling every nerve and forcing tears to well in your eyes. "You're giving me another chance?" Any illusion of resolve and strength that had been built up had disappeared as quick as a snap of fingers, uneven breaths doing their best to keep the floodgates closed. "Ransom, you broke my fucking heart," each word filled with more hurt and distrust than the last, each a cut to the man who stood before you, his face softening as he watched you, "You're not the one here who should be giving out second chances, you're the one who should be receiving them."

The realization hit him, a douse of cold water to the face as his mind worked. Silence, albeit slightly uncomfortable, fell between the two of you as the gravity of the last few moments came crashing down. Just as it became too much to handle, lip quivering as the overwhelming urge to cry started becoming harder to fight off, his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into him. 

Time seemed to slow, a few broken sobs slipping out, body shaking with the force of each one. The natural scent of him filling your senses, no expensive cologne, the feel of the soft sweater an unwanted comfort. Ransom's arms hugged tighter, lips going to your hairline, and staying like that until reality hit you. A weak push, one he could have easily ignored and overpowered, and he stepped away, his features much more readable, looking far more vulnerable. He was much more vulnerable, much more vulnerable than you were ever used to.

Shaky breaths fell from you, trying to clear the fog that was beginning to form over rational thoughts. Wiping your eyes you looked at him, "What exactly is it that you want, Ransom? Why did you really ask me to come over?"

He looked almost taken aback, confused and dazed by the question, but more so by his own train of thought. His mouth opened then closed, repeating the action a few more times before groaning out exasperatedly. "I don't know, for things to go back to how they were?" It sounded far more like a suggestion than an answer. "Come on, (Y/N), we were good together." 

The words came off as if he was trying to convince himself that this was what he wanted. You waited, seeing if he would try to convince you, persuade you like he believed he so easily could, how he used to. "I- No," you shook your head, "I can't do that to myself again, I can't let you do that to me again."

"Do what?" He practically snapped, jaw setting as agitation made home in him once again. He didn't expect it to be so damn hard. He no undoubtedly assumed that he'd immediately have you wrapped around his finger like nothing had changed. "Treat you like a fucking princess? Treat you how you deserve to be treated? You and I both know that you're never gonna be able to find someone who can give you what I gave you, nothing that's going to have that same thrill we did."

Shaking your head you grabbed your bag, throwing it over your shoulder. "See Ransom, you're the one that doesn't get it. I want that more than anything. I want the spontaneous trips and heartfelt gifts. I want the late night conversations and finishing each other's sentences. I would give anything to be on your jet flying to whatever place you're insisting I need to see. I want it all," your voice was practically a whine by the end of it, "But I don't want the sneaking and the hiding. I don't want the separate houses. I don't want lying to everyone."

Running a hand through your hair, you took a shaky breath, trying to calm your nerves. "I need someone who isn't going to just care for me behind a closed door," the calmness of your voice even scared you in the moment, and seeing that Ransom practically froze you could tell he was feeling the same, "I need someone who is going to be there for me how you were, but isn't ashamed of it. That won't get mad when I take cutesy pictures of us on the beach, that won't pretend to hate me in front of their family and friends, that I don't have to pretend is someone else when I'm talking about them. I don't want things to go back to how they were, I want them to be better than they were."

You walked past his nearly frozen stature, heading for the door. "I love you Ransom, and probably always will. But I love myself more than that and I can't let myself be hurt like that again." 

The words echoed off the hallway, ringing in his ears and sitting like a heavy weight on his chest. Your reached for the door, stopping suddenly as his voice reached back out, "Wait - I- fuck," he let out a shaky breath. "Don't leave. Not yet at least. Can we sit and talk over dinner? Please."

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For @klarolinefallbingo “Did you have to upset the goblins?”  

A/N Thanks to @helpfulfairy for giving me some supernatural tips that were so useful to make this happen : ) 

Mission Impossible?

Kol Mikaelson, the youngest prince of the underworld, is being held captive in the forbidden forest by an army of vengeful goblins. Two separate rescue missions are launched. One by a mysterious mercenary hired by the King and the other his older, and very suspicious brother. Who will come out victorious and what secrets will be revealed along the way? 

I

Yes, he’d upset the goblins. 

So much so that the young prince found himself captive in the deep, dark depths of the forbidden forest. 

Goblins weren’t considered a threat in the supernatural order of things but, at the same time, they could easily be underestimated. Although, the possibility they had joined forces with one of their bigger enemies couldn’t be dismissed either. 

“Your highness.” Klaus turned to see his servant mid greeting. Josh was young and inexperienced but at least he’d mastered his technique. “I come bearing news.”

“Well, how about less bowing and more talking. What news do you have of my brother from the capital?” 

The ruling family oversaw the entire realm and resided in the heavily guarded capital. Klaus, however, had recently taken up a posting in the northern region in order to quell rising tensions against the heirachy. 

This latest attack on his brother seemed too much of a coincidence, even if he probably did do something idiotic to deserve it. Kol was the black sheep of the family and their relationship was strained at times. Although, that didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about his fate given he was missing. 

Abducted. 

Goblin fodder, according to Rebekah. His sister, the princess, never did possess much empathy or tact. 

“The King is displeased it has come to this,” Josh recited. No surprises there given Mikael was never happy and made his sentiments known on a regular basis. “He wants this dealt with quietly and swiftly so has contracted a highly trained mercenary to track down the prince.”

“This is father’s great plan?” He growled. Klaus was trying to remain composed but this latest news was doing nothing to ease his concerns. As much as Kol frustrated him, Klaus had no intention of leaving his rescue up to a questionable stranger whose loyalty could be bought. 

“I understand that the mercenary in question possesses the requisite skills for this kind of mission.” 

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he replied gruffly. “Do you know this mercenary?”

“No, Your Highness,” Josh replied. “All I know is that he is well trained in tracing, combat and speaks fluent Ghukliak.”

The language of goblins. Not many outside their close knit circle could speak it let alone were fluent.

Klaus felt his chest constrict, his instincts telling him he was right to question his father’s motives and that the supposed mercenary probably wasn’t who they purported to be.

Klaus knew someone who fitted that description. 

Someone he loved probably more than he should. 

But it was a she not a he. 

She was brilliant, that much he knew from their time together. She spoke multiple languages and dialects. In fact, they’d met when she worked as a translator at their annual summit which brought together representatives from all supernatural orders.     

He also knew she was handy with a weapon given that time she ‘accidentally’ stabbed him in the foot during an impromptu and mock fencing battle. Well, afterwards she maintained it wasn’t an accident because he was being an ass. Rather than incensing the hot blooded prince it only made him want her more. 

And more. 

But they were from two different worlds, so much so that their possible union would be considered a curse that could bring down the ruling heirachy and everyone they presided over.  

Suddenly, all of the good memories were replaced, not by their wretched circumstances, but by a renewed and sickening fear for her safety along with his brother. 

“Bloody hell,” he cursed aloud, unable to help himself. 

This was not a game, so what was she playing at? 

“I’m sorry, my lord, is there something I can do...”

“Summon Elijah and prepare the horses. We’ll be leaving at first light.” Elijah had been visiting when Kol disappeared, so Klaus figured the least he could do was lend a helping hand, especially given what they faced.

“But the King.” 

“Not a word, Josh, if you value your life,” he hissed, spinning on his heel and leaving the room without a backward glance.  

II

“I think my behind has gone to sleep.” Caroline rolled her eyes wondering not only why she’d opted for a companion but chosen this particular one. The fog was thick in these parts and for once she was glad her friend couldn’t properly gauge her reaction. 

Caroline was trying to tell herself she made the right decision. Katherine Pierce was a revered witch in these parts so was more than qualified for the mission but every minute they rode and every single complaint was telling her otherwise. 

“Luckily you’re not doing the work then is it?”

“I’m doing plenty.”

“Complaining doesn’t count.”

“I’m heartbroken, the least you could do is give me some pity,” she growled. Before Caroline could reply she continued. “In case you’re wondering, that means my most vital organ has been shattered into a trillion, tiny pieces.”

Drama really should have been her middle name. 

Caroline wanted to be that supportive friend who knew the right thing to say. Unfortunately, she’d had her most vital organ broken too and, not that she’d admit it to anyone, still hadn’t fully recovered. Well, not enough to give any helpful advice. 

“He’s not worth it,” she offered mechanically, thinking that line had been thrown at her enough times.

“I beg to differ.”

“You’ve never even mentioned anyone and now suddenly he’s the love of your life?” 

“What can I say? It all happened very quickly.” Caroline knew that feeling all too well. “He’s not my type at all so I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so much.”

“So, who is he?” Her friend gave her a look which said she wasn’t going to divulge his identity anytime soon. “Fine, then you can stop whining and let me concentrate.”

“Why are you doing this?” The question wasn’t completely unexpected but at the same time it was a difficult one to answer. “Not to mention pretending to be some kind of mercenary which we both know you’re not.”

“I have the skills required,” she argued.

“But mercenaries don’t possess loyalty or hold allegiances, nor do they care for anyone but themselves. We both know you are far good to be that way.”

“I might have misrepresented myself, true, but let’s just say I owe someone.” 

She’d been the one to leave in the middle of the night, to flee when their circumstances became too difficult. Caroline knew he would have fought to the death for her and a life together. 

She knew if she couldn’t give him that then the least she could do was help his younger brother. Someone she’d grown fond of in the short time they’d spent together. It wouldn’t fix them but she hoped it would make some amends at least.  

“You gamble? That I wasn’t expecting,” she offered. Caroline wanted to correct her but thought better of it. 

“Maybe I liked you better when you were complaining about your love life.”

“Fine, if I tell you his identity it stays between us.” Clearly they were back to her mystery man and Caroline was immediately regretting her clumsy segue. “Promise?”

Caroline only nodded by way of response, there was only so many theatrics she could take in one day.

“It’s Prince Elijah.” 

Caroline’s head flicked around to face her friend. Now that she wasn’t expecting, even if she did know him. She needed to conceal her surprise. “Well, now it makes sense that prince of the underworld isn’t your usual type. How did this all come about or do I not want to know?”

“We met purely by accident on the streets of the capital. He’s handsome, yes, but it was something else.”

“Let me guess, some imaginary magnet was pulling you towards him.” 

Caroline knew that feeling all too well when she’d been with a certain prince that happened to be his very own brother. 

“And how do you know that exactly?” She’d clearly said too much. 

“Uh, so, how exactly did he break your heart then?”

“He had to leave the capital on assignment. I must admit finding out you wanted help rescuing Kol Mikaelson seemed like a weird coincidence.”

“Does Elijah know?” Caroline did not need that complication. She knew Elijah and that, although they quarrelled, he was extremely loyal to Klaus. If he found out Caroline was on a mission to rescue Kol he wouldn’t let that stand. 

“Of course not,” she replied. “Although I did tell him I had business with you and I could have sworn I saw a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Do you happen to know why that would be?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Caroline could have kicked herself for being such a bad liar. 

“Okay, so tell me about this debt you owe, it’s the least I deserve.”

This was going to be difficult to explain without giving everything away. 

III

“I thought father said there was a mercenary rescuing Kol?” Elijah asked as they made their way through the forest the following day. 

“Well, if you’re not up to it, older brother,” Klaus responded emphasising the word ‘older’ on purpose.

“I was merely pointing out that it seems excessive given we are currently fighting wars on multiple fronts. But Kol does like to be the centre of attention so will appreciate the added effort, I’m sure.”  

That last part Klaus couldn’t argue with. 

“I’ll be sure to tell Kol you said that after we save his sorry ass,” Klaus joked before growing serious again. Something had been playing on his mind since he found out the possible identity of his father’s chosen ‘mercenary’. “Do you trust Mikael’s intentions?”

“Is that a rhetorical question, Niklaus?” 

“I find this whole situation unsettling. It seems all too much of a coincidence that father has sent us outside the capital and now Kol is missing. You don’t think that he...”

“What? That he Is trying to kill the heirs to the throne and his very own children? Mikael has many faults and he’s certainly not going to win father of the year but I think you’re being a tad ridiculous.”

“I know I’m the cynical one but think my suspicions are justified.”

“And what makes you think that?” Klaus hesitated briefly. He had no intention of mentioning Caroline, not yet, but when it came to her he couldn’t contain his feelings or his composure for long.

“I believe the mercenary father hired is Caroline.”

“Forbes?” He questioned dubiously. “Why would you think that?”

“She speaks multiple languages, a skill the very mercenary possesses.”

“Well, last time I checked she isn’t a mercenary but fallen fae royalty.”

“Watch how you talk about her, brother.” Klaus growled. He couldn’t help the over protectiveness, it just seemed to envelop him when anyone spoke adversely against her. Even after she left him he still couldn’t let her go. 

“Finally,” he acknowledged. “I admit I only said that to incite you, Niklaus, given she was the best thing to ever happen to you.”

“That I don’t need to revisit, brother. But we both know that nothing good could come from our union.”

“Remind me, was that before or after she stabbed you?”

“Elijah has a sense of humour who would have thought that?” Klaus drawled. “Clearly I’ll never live that incident down but right now, given present and urgent circumstances, it doesn’t matter.” 

“I must admit, I’ve been distracted.” That Klaus wasn’t expecting. His brother was the epitome of law and order and not much more. 

“I’m almost too scared to ask.”

“There’s a woman.”

“And here I thought you were celibate for life,” he chuckled. 

“Hilarious, Niklaus,” he shot back. “Although, given our brief discussions, apparently she’s travelling with the very girl you are pretending not to seek.”

Klaus was struggling to control himself. Not just because he wanted to kill Elijah for dropping that clue without warning but because the thought she was close only made him want her more. 

TBC - You Reap What You Sow for @klarolinefallbingo

[cuddlepilefics]

Whumptober Day 25 – Cranky

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Minho

Caregiver: maknae-line

 Minho’s POV.:

I woke up to the yelling of my younger band members, why do they always have to fight the each other the second they get up? My head hurt and I silently curse them before peeling myself out of the sheets. I leave my room still wearing the shorts and t-shirt I slept in. Actually it were only Hyunjin, Jisung and Felix up though it had sounded like many more people. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Can‘t you act like any other normal human being once? It‘s freaking early, maybe some people want to sleep in on their day off“, god did they piss me off. They looked up at me like a dear caught in headlights from where they had Hyunjin tackled to the floor. “Sorry, Hyung we got carried away a bit“, Felix stumbled. He was the first to collect himself, the other two were still frozen in shock. “Just keep it down now“, I rolled my eyes before returning to my room with a bottle of water from the fridge. Sitting back down on my bed I press the cool bottle against my temple and heave a sigh of relieve as it dulls the thumping in my skull for a moment. After drinking a few sips I decide to lay down for a few more minutes since it is our day off and I don‘t have to get up anytime soon anyways.

 Felix‘ POV.:

My heart stopped when Minho walked in on us wrestling on the livingroom floor. Hyunjin and Jisung must have felt the same because they just started moving again when Minho-hyung was gone. Jisung quietly got up offering Hyunjin a hand before whispering: “Wow, what was that about?“ I shrugged and Hyunjin whispered back: “Let‘s just play video games and try to be quiet. I don‘t want to wake up anyone else and maybe start a fight in the morning.“ We agreed and soon our other members got up too. Chan started making breakfast and we started bickering before Hyunjin shushed everyone: “Guys, please try and not wake Minho up. We accidentally did earlier and he was really pissed.“ After a while Chan gathered us all to eat breakfast but one member was still missing. “So, how are you planning to spend your day“, Chan asked. We had all been looking forward to today and 3racha wanted to go to a few music-stores to get inspiration for future songs. Hyunjin wanted to meet up with Jinyoung and Jaebeom-sonbaenim of GOT7 who had offered to practice some dances with him. Seungmin, Jeongin and I just wanted to stay home and have a relaxed day watching movies. The stress had been hard on us and even though we were the maknaes and usually very energetic we just needed to chill once. We cleared the table and my hyungs went to get ready for going out. We maknaes offered to do the dishes since we had nowhere to go and some time to spare. From my place in front of the sink I could hear Changbin and Minho get into a heated discussion in the hallway before Minho trudged into the kitchen. There was dead silence when he grabbed some leftover breakfast and sat down at the table. My dongsaengs looked at me with wide eyes, their faces reading:

What‘s gotten into Minho-hyung?

I shrugged, apparently he hadn’t slept his sour mood from earlier off. When we finished the dishes we went to my room and discussed what we‘d want to do with our day. After a while Chan stuck his head in to tell us Hyunjin was already gone and they‘d be heading out now too. “Hyung, what about Minho? Is he going out, is he staying in?“, Seungmin asked. “Ah, Minho. He‘s going to stay here too.“ – “Don‘t leave us here alone with him. We‘ll probably be dead when you get home“, I frowned. All I saw of Minho-hyung today was him being angry, he must have woken up in a bad mood. “You‘ll be fine. He‘s just in a bit of a mood today. As long as you don‘t bother him nothing will happen“, our leader chuckled at my dramatization. Seungmin frowned too but wished Chan fun before the latter left.

 Minho‘s POV.:

Sadly, when I woke up the second time, my headache had only gotten worse. I heard the commotion in front of my door and figured everyone else was up already. Venturing out of my room I almost got knocked over by Changbin. Why can‘t this guy look where he‘s going? He answered my snap in an attitude and we were soon fighting before I simply pushed past him and went to search for some breakfast. Apparently I missed breakfast but there were some leftovers. I frowned at the maknaes standing in the kitchen, luckily they didn‘t acknowledge my presence and I was able to eat in peace. On the way back to my room I ran into Chan who informed me that everyone except for the maknea-line was heading out today. I suppressed a grimace, at least till I crashed on my bed, cursing quietly. Why won‘t the universe let me have some peace and quiet? Pressing my head in my pillow, I squeezed my eyes shut. I had started to see some weird shapes and tried to blink them away, to no avail. I groaned, turning onto my back and throwing my arm over my eyes. Having breakfast was a bad idea and I was starting to regret it now as it sat heavily in my stomach. Wrapping my arms around my churning tummy I allowed some silent tears to fall. I had so been looking forward to just enjoy a day without schedule and now I was miserable. Maybe some painkillers would help but that would mean I’d have to get up and go to the bathroom, I might even run into someone on the way there. I didn’t want to see anyone, my energy for confrontations was used up.

After half an hour I knew I couldn’t take the pain anymore. I forced myself up and held onto the walls for support as I stumbled to the bathroom. Passing by Felix’ room I could hear the maknaes giggle and felt a little stab of jealousy. All my members were having fun and I was here, sick, lonely and in pain. At least if they were busy they wouldn’t bother me I told myself and squinted as the bright light reflected by the bathroom mirror hit my eyes. I took two pills out of the bottle in the bathroom-cabinet and swallowed them dry. I’d just drink something when I’m back in my room, luckily I had the presence of mind to take a bottle of water with me earlier. The light that stabbed my eyes had made the pain worse so I closed my eyes and felt my way back with my hands on the walls, stumbling along blindly. After taking a few sips of water I flopped back down onto the mattress and pulled the blanket over my head. Please just let the medicine kick in quickly.

 Jeongin’s POV.:

We had been playing games in Felix’ room for a while only making small trips to the kitchen to grab snacks. After a while we got bored and wanted to change to a different game. Very inconveniently, it was in Seungmin’s room. More accurately, the room Seungmin and Minho shared. Given the events of the morning, Seungmin didn’t really dare enter his own room and was trying his hardest to convince Felix to go and get the game from his desk. Felix wasn’t having it: “No, he already scolded me this morning. I’m not going to piss him off again.” – “Why would you piss him off? You don’t even have to talk to him”, Seungmin argued. “Well if it’s not that bad, why don’t you go get it? It’s your room too, after all” – “Hyung, please”, begged Seungmin hugging Felix tightly. “Innie, could you get it? Minho’s never going to be angry at you. Nobody could be angry at our cute maknae. Pretty please?” Felix smiled and I sighted. I didn’t think I really had a choice if I wanted to play that game since my hyungs didn’t seem to get over their fear anytime soon. Besides, what reason would Minho-hyung have to be mad at me? It’s not like I did anything and I’d only be a second to grab the game and leave again.

I took a deep breath and ventured to the door of his room, knocking gently. The door opened shortly after and Minho appeared with a frown on his face. I got scared for a second, forgetting what I had wanted to say. “Umm, h-hyung, I just wanted t-to…”, I stumbled but didn’t manage to get much further. Minho had shoved me aside and pushing past me he just disappeared. I stood there in complete shock not being able to make any sense of his actions. Still standing frozen in the doorway, I heard some retching from the bathroom down the hall. That shook me out of my stupor and I hurried over there quickly. What I found there broke my heart, Minho was standing over the toilet clutching his head with tears streaming down his face. I tentatively reached out a hand and placed it on his back, starting to rub soft circles as I didn’t get a disapproving reaction. He gagged dryly between two sobs before bringing up some of his breakfast. Being thrown of balance he stumbled and I quickly caught him with one hand across his chest. I gently lowered him to his knees as he started to sway harder. “Hyung, is this a migraine?”, I whispered in case my assumption was right. He only managed a small nod before he ducked his head further into the bowl as a retch brought up a larger wave. I cringed in sympathy and looked away, trying to keep my hand on his back as steady as possible. Alerted by the commotion Seungmin stuck his head into the bathroom, eyes widening in realization at why our hyung had been so cranky today. I quickly raised my finger to my lips before pointing at my head, indicating he should be quiet for the sake of Minho-hyungs headache. He crouched down next to us. “Want me to take over? You could get some water and make sure Lixxie stays away”, he whispered in my ear and we quickly changed spots. I was glad my hyung had taken over since I was slowly feeling queasy myself. Hurrying to the kitchen I shortly ducked into Felix’ room informing him about what was going on and assuring him that we had it handled and that it was ok for him to put on his headphones. Because honestly, if we had another member being sympathy sick, we soon wouldn’t have it handled anymore. I returned to the bathroom with a bottle of water and an ice pack that I wrapped into a towel before handing it to Seungmin who placed it at the back of Minho’s neck, gently holding it in place dry heaved. There was barely anything for him to bring up anymore but his stomach didn’t seem to accept that. Hearing his sobs as every dry retch sent a shock wave of pain through his skull made my heart clench. I’ve had migraines before too and I knew how the vomiting just makes the pain worse. “Hyung just try to take deep breaths, there is nothing left”, Seungmin whispered barely audible. Right then Minho gagged up a small trickle of bile causing Seungmin to sigh. Standing next to the sink I awkwardly scratch my neck trying to think of something useful to do. That’s when it hit me and I quickly turned around to turn off the light, leaving the door open just a crack to let in enough light from the hallway for us to see but too little to cause my hyung trouble. After a few minutes the retches died down and I handed him the bottle to rinse his mouth. He did, taking a few tentative sips before handing it back to me. Seungmin gently pulled him away from the toilet and let him rest against his chest while shifting the ice pack onto Minho’s forehead. The latter whimpered a bit and I felt pretty uneasy seeing my usually sarcastic and sassy hyung reduced to this. “Hyung, do you want to go back to your bed? I’m sure it’s much more comfortable there”, I asked quietly while crouching in front of the pair on the bathroom floor. “Can’t”, he replied barely audible and Seungmin assured: “We’ll help you, hyung. Don’t worry!” So I grabbed Minho under the arms and with Seungmin supporting his back we managed to get him onto his feet. He whimpered and clutched onto my arms, swaying dangerously. We pulled his arms around our necks to support him from both sides before making our way to his room at a painfully slow pace. Arriving there Minho crawled straight into his bed pulling his pillow over his head. “’m sorry”, he said muffled by the fabric. Seungmin sat down next to him stroking his arm: “Hyung you don’t have to be sorry” – “Was an asshole earlier. It just hurts so bad, I can’t take it anymore. I think I’m going crazy”, he sniffled miserably. “It’s ok. Had you told us though, we would have had a chance to understand. We had no idea”, Seungmin replied calmly. Next to me the door opened slowly and Felix stepped in, headphones dangling around his neck. He carried a fresh ice pack, a cup of ginger tea, a plate with some crackers and the bottle of painkillers. “Hyung, I got you some tea to settle your stomach”, Felix said in a low voice placing the cup onto the bedside-table. “Thanks Lixxie”, he whispered, slowly removing the pillow from his face. “There are also painkillers and some crackers to eat with them, when you’re feeling up for it later. I’ll just put them on your desk for when you’re ready”, he continued stepping closer and placing the fresh ice pack over Minho’s eyes, earning a sigh of relief from the older. Seungmin remained in his spot on the edge of the bed, scratching Minho’s scalp lightly and Felix, who had placed the crackers and pill-bottle onto the desk, returned with the trash can setting it down next to the bed quietly.

We made ourselves a home on the other beds in the room and soundlessly played games on our phones while watching over our hyung who was drifting in and out of sleep. At some point he had nibbled some crackers before washing two pills down with the now lukewarm tea. When the medicine kicked in he was finally able to rest easier but we still stayed in case he needed us, texting the rest of our members about the situation asking them to be really quiet when coming back and asking them to maybe pick up some stronger painkillers on their way. I didn’t think any of us imagined that we’d spend our free day like this but personally, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Looking at the two younger of my hyungs, I knew they felt the same.

[chilly-me-softly]

Part 4 of the Ben and your daughter one? 🤩

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Every night Ben stayed over that week, they saw the same routine repeat itself. You and him put Emma to sleep in her bed, the baby had a story read to her, waited for Ben to kiss her and Twinkle goodnight and then fell asleep. The next morning, however, the wake-up call always included her little body in the middle of yours. For the first two days she woke you up in the middle of the night, for the other nights she had done it by herself and you had done nothing but sigh still feeling her presence.

You don’t know what to do, on the one hand you’re happy because it means she trusts Ben.  But it’s a situation that unfortunately you have already experienced, telling her to go back to her room and sleep in her bed when you were alone had been the hardest thing in the world. Seeing her eyes fill with tears and having to act like it didn’t matter, it made your heart burst every time. And many times the opposite situation had shown up, you going to her to keep her company until she went back to sleep but you ended up falling asleep with her.

Obviously you’re hoping it’s a temporary thing, due to Ben’s new presence in the house.  Otherwise you’ll be forced to do it the hard way and you’ll wish you hadn’t.

You dry your hands on a cloth in the kitchen and head for the stairs, Ben had arranged for Emma to brush her teeth and put her pajamas on and there was no noise from her room for a while so you decided to go upstairs and check.  When you look out the little girl’s door, a sweet smile is painted on your face.

Emma and Ben are both asleep on her bed, Ben is in a little uncomfortable position for his back but they are so cute.  Emma is resting on Ben’s chest and he has his hands on her back as if to protect her even in his sleep. Emma is wearing the blue Leicester shirt, Ben has brought her all the different kits - to her and Twinkle - and she takes turns wearing them all.

After capturing the moment, you approach by placing a hand on Ben’s arm and his eyes open immediately. You were right, his ears got used to hearing even the smallest movements almost immediately.

You immediately bring a finger to your mouth when he looks at you confused and then you smile, “Let’s go back to the room” he nods yawning and carefully moves the girl from his chest and tucks her in.  He leaves a kiss on her forehead before leaving the room and you close the door.

He stretches as he walks down the corridor and when he gets to the door of your room he stops to look at you, “What?” you shake your head following him.

“Nothing, I’m just happy”

“Happy huh? And what makes my girl so happy?” his hands are on your waist while he holds you from behind.

“You. All this” you sigh as you lay your hands on his and take a few steps forward to the bed.

“You know what would make me even happier? Our things all under one roof”

Although you accepted the proposal to move in together, you haven’t addressed the subject anymore. There are many things to decide. Is he moving out? Are you and Emma moving out of that house? You raised your baby in there, those walls have affective value, but if you and Ben should decide to expand the family, you don’t want to face another move in a few years because your house is too small. You’re buying a new house? And then there was the ‘how to tell Emma’ factor.

But you wanted all this, to go to sleep and wake up with him. To see him getting ready to go to practice opening drawers with his things on them, to be woken up by him holding you after days away for a game. Snuggle up on the couch and decide to go out because it’s a beautiful sunny day, Ben chasing Emma and her screams of joy. Planning parties, inviting friends and having one key to what you call home.

“How about tomorrow after practice we talk to Emma? You don’t think that’s too much, do you?”

You giggle at him, “No Ben, I think it’s perfect”

“Oh so you’re not worried about meeting my friends anymore?”

“Terrified, but what can a couple of muscles do to me” you grin as he drags you onto the mattress and all you can do is laugh.

“You will never, ever be allowed to look at the boys like that, is that clear?”

“I don’t take orders from you Benjamin” your eyes narrow in defiance while your expression is always smiling.  He shakes his head and then bends down to kiss you, “I love you so much”

“I love you too, but it’s useless I’ll look at them anyway” you laugh when he rolls his eyes and comes down from your body to go and occupy his space.  You snuggle up to him anyway and he starts stroking your hair until you give in to sleep, a smile on his face as he looks at you and vows once again to make you happy always.

Keeping an eye on Emma a few steps ahead of you as you make your way towards Ben, who is leaving the building at that very moment.

“Hey Twinkle” he picks her up and the baby kisses his cheek before she looks behind him, towards the huge building he came out of.

“Hey” he greets you leaving a quick kiss before arranging the baby in his arms.  "Are you ready?“ you nod as Emma looks at him without saying a word. 

Ben wanted so badly to take you to one of his games, he was dying to see you in the stands cheering for him with his name on your back.  But the confusion and chaos of all the people at the stadium probably wouldn’t have allowed Emma to relax at all and so he invited you to meet the boys on a lighter day when they could have taken a break from training. You would have had your off-campus moment when the house was ready, now let’s go see where Ben works.

Emma lets herself be carried in by Ben, her little arms always wrapped around his neck, while you’re next to them and look curious at everything around you.

“Do you recognize him?” Ben asks, pointing a boy at the wall and Emma’s face lights up. “Madders!” she giggles while Ben leaves a kiss on her cheek stopping in front of a door, inside you can hear the chatter of many people.

As soon as Ben enters, the voices stop and many eyes are pointed at you. It must be a sort of canteen as the boys are sitting around round tables and at the sides of the room there is a sort of counter.Emma’s eyes open slightly as Ben starts walking towards one of the tables, her eyes moving from one corner to another to analyze the new place.

“Are you okay?” he whispers to her as he moves his hand on her tummy and she nods with one thumb in her mouth, he leaves another kiss on her temple before arriving at destination. The boys have more or less gathered around a bigger table and look at the little girl curious.

With all those eyes looking at her, inevitably the little girl becomes embarrassed and withdraws into Ben’s arms who giggles and caresses her back soothingly. "It’s okay, they’re all good I swear”

Some laughter rises up in the air and then Ben does the general introduction, “So guys, they are (Y/N) and Emma.(Y/N), the guys” a general greeting comes from the group while you wave a hand and giggle when one of them jokes that Ben can’t even remember their names.

“Hey Twinkle, would you like to say hi to the boys?” the girl seems to think about it and then she turns to the group, a shy hello comes out of her lips and that’s all it takes to bring down fifteen men at a girl’s feet.

“Want to go say hello? I’ll go with you” Emma nods in that condition and while Ben is circling his mates, there’s someone coming to greet you.

“Hey, that looks good” James smiles, leaving a kiss on your cheek. You met James when he showed up with Diego at home, distracting the little girl while he got to know the girl who had made his best friend lose his mind completely.

“Still not letting go of Ben, but hey she’s smiling” a sincere smile on your face as you follow both of them with your eyes and your heart could really burst with joy right now seeing how well those two get along.

“I heard there’s a party going on in here,” the boys’ coach walks into the room a few minutes later, followed by two other guys.  Ben meanwhile has Emma sitting on the table, the jacket forgotten on some chair and the pink Leicester jersey on display.

“Oh a little girl. Hello” he greets her gently and then sits in a free chair around the table, Emma walks on the table towards him under the attentive eyes of those present and then sits on the edge in front of the man, dangling her feet in the void.

“Hello” she giggles, looking back as if to make sure that you two are still there and then looking curiously at the man, tilting her head slightly to the side and giggling again.  You watch Ben who shrugs amusedly, relaxing against the chair for a moment.

Then the girl gets up, Brendan’s hands go immediately to protect her in case she loses her balance, and as if nothing had happened she comes back to the other side of the table waiting for Ben to take her in his arms.

“Are you having fun?” Ben caresses her head while she nods. “You have so many friends” Ben almost laughs at the statement, someone does but he just takes a quick look at the room before he looks down on her again.

“I know, they’re so special. They’re your friends now too, you can come visit them anytime you want, okay?”

“Really?” the boy nods and something shines in both their eyes. Then you decide to go, starting to pick up the various things you’ve scattered around the room being careful not to forget anything.

You see Ben whispering something to the little one after taking the jacket from above the chair nearby, Emma looks up looking for something with her eyes and nods.  They go around again to greet everyone, giving kisses and hugs to all those who ask and when they arrive in front of a particular boy the two exchange a look of understanding.

“I like your nose” screams the girl carelessly and you open your mouth wide in disbelief while the boys burst out laughing.  James turned all red in an instant and the boy in question puffs up his cheeks pouting and sitting in the chair. He mumbles something to Ben looking at him badly and the next thing you see is Emma struggling to get down and climbing on the boy’s legs. “I really like it” the boy’s look immediately softens as his hands automatically go to hold her waist. The boys almost have tears streaming down their cheeks and you, despite being mortified, can’t help but flash a smile. You know Ben has a special relationship with those guys and that probably that poor guy is used to hearing teasing about his nose, but you can’t help but be happy because Ben is not only good for you. But it’s also good for Emma, and maybe you just realize that now when it hits you like a wave all of a sudden and James puts his hand behind your back for comfort. 

The final blow is when you put her to bed that night.  You talked to her about the possibility - indeed the certainty - of moving in together. Her eyes had lit up with the idea of Ben every day at home with you and it had gone well, now you just had to make grown-up decisions. Both of you had gone up to put her to bed, but when Ben had leaned down and left a kiss on her forehead like he always does, Emma had looked him in the eyes.“I love you” she whispers to him and you could see Ben’s figure stiffen for a few seconds, a second kiss on the forehead and a “I love you too Twinkle” and then they left the room.

You can’t decipher Ben’s face, too many emotions hovering over it at the moment and you just caress his cheek with your thumb before kissing him. It was as if everything was taking its place, every piece of the puzzle was finding its way and the fact that it was official - they were all really going to live together under the same roof, no empty houses or running because he had to go home and change - had given the little girl another reason to let go, to trust him.

I’m not leaving, he said with that gesture. And Emma no longer slipped into their bed at night.

 Part 5 - Part 6

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Loving Her: Alex Morgan - Chapter 12

Alex POV:

I woke up smiling to myself when I felt arms around my waist. (Y/N) was still sleeping as I stared at her. She always looked so peaceful when she slept. No one would ever know about the tornado of thoughts in her head. I know that I am extremely lucky in this situation considering people have broken up for less.

I know what I did was wrong, and I wish that I could take it back because she is literally the love of my life. I don’t know what I would have done if she had suggested ending things between us. The thought of losing her has become my worst nightmare. When she wasn’t talking to me, all I could think about was the possibility of her coming to me and saying that it was over.

I smiled slightly when she started moving a little. Her eyes opened a little as I gave her a soft smile. She smiled as I leaned in and kissed her forehead. She seemed to run her eyes over my face before leaning in and giving me a kiss. I smiled into it as I held her close to me. There was seriously nothing better than getting to kiss this beautiful human being.

“I hate travel days.” She said as I gave her an amused smile.

“Me too. I’d much rather stay in bed with you.” I said as she shook her head a little.

“You’re just trying to flatter me.” She said sitting up as I stared at her. She got out of bed stretching a little. She was wearing some shorts and a sweater, but the sweater rode up a little revealing her toned stomach. I bit my lip as she caught me staring. “Keep it in your pants Morgan.”

“I can’t help myself. You’re so damn attractive.” I said as she chuckled

“Now you know how I feel.” She said heading into the bathroom.

I laid there for another moment lost in my thoughts. I came incredibly close to losing her and even though she said we were okay…I couldn’t help but feel like we weren’t. Part of me feels like she let it go really easily, but on the other hand she said it was fine. I laid there for a few more minutes when she came out the bathroom. She climbed into bed and pulled me into her.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.” I said as she smiled. She leaned and kissed my cheek as I frowned slightly.

“You know I am sorry right?”

“Of course, I know you’re sorry.” She said as I nodded my head. “Are you alright?”

“I just feel like…you let me off to easily.” I said standing up as she looked up at me with confusion.

“What?”

“I told one of your biggest secrets to someone and ended up with the whole team finding out. You should be pissed at me. You should hate me. You should…you should want to break up with me.” I said as her eyes widened. She immediately jumped off the bed and was standing right in front of me with a concerned gaze.

“I’m not breaking up with you. You made a mistake. It’s okay.” She said taking my face in her hands as I frowned. A thought occurred to me as I bit my lip.

“Are you letting it go because you forgive me or because you think if you don’t forgive me then Christen won’t forgive you?” She let go of me as I her eyes widened a little more. She studied my face for a moment before sighing.

“Me forgiving you had nothing to do with Christen. I don’t expect Christen to forgive me anytime soon. I did a really shitty thing to her.” She said as I crossed my arms at her. “I forgave you because you’re my everything. You are the first thought when I wake up and the last before I go to sleep. My day isn’t good unless I get to see you. Your voice is the best thing I have ever heard and when you say my name….it’s like heaven.”

“So, you’re really not mad?” I asked as she made a face.

“I am disappointed, but I am not mad. I feel better now that people know, but it was still something I should have got to talk about. Not you. So, will I still be a little irritated? Yes. Does it mean I love you any less? No.”  

“I really am sorry.” I said as she nodded her head. My eyes watered a little as she pulled me in for a hug. “I know I’ve said it a million times, but I am.”

“I know you are.” She said softly as I buried my face into her shoulder. I was clinging to her as she rubbed my back. “I love you so much. Nothing could ever make me break up with you. I’m in this for the long haul my love.”

“I love you too.” I mumbled as she continued rubbing small circles on my back.

After my mini breakdown, we continued getting ready for the day. We made sure all our stuff was ready to go as we headed out of the room and down to the lobby. I noticed some of the girls standing around laughing as we approached them.

“What’s up?” Pinoe asked looking between us two. She raised her eyebrow as (Y/N) rolled her eyes wrapping an arm around me. Pinoe grinned as she clapped her hands together.

“I am so happy to see you two back together again!” she said as I rolled my eyes leaning into my girlfriend.

“We never broke up.” I said as she gave me a weird look.

“I think we all held our breath a little there for a second.” Ash said giving me a small smile. “I mean…it wasn’t looking good for any of you.”

“Fuck off.” (Y/N) mumbled as I nodded my head. “You think I am going to wait two whole years to date her and then dump her because she pissed me off one time?”

“I mean…you were pretty pissed to be fair.” Sonnett said as everyone nodded.

“I had no doubts.” Allie said though everyone gave her a look which told me that wasn’t true. “Okay I had some doubts.”

“Well, we didn’t break up so…” I said as she nodded her head. We made our way out of the hotel. They had already grabbed our suitcases as we made our way onto the bus. I sat down as (Y/N) took the seat next to me. Allie scowled at us before going and finding a seat next to Kelley. They were going to have us take train before deciding it was better if we just traveled on the bus. It was only an hour and a half drive so…

“I might fall asleep on you.” She said looking at me as I smiled at her.

“I am happy to be your pillow.” I said as she grinned at me.

“How are you feeling though? Especially over yesterday…” she sighed looking down for a moment. I knew it was bugging her that I kept asking, but I didn’t want her to hold all that stuff inside.

“I feel…I don’t know. I’m happy that Christen and I talked and that you and I talked, but I don’t know…everything feels very delicate right now. Not just between us, but the whole team. It feels like the air has shifted somehow.”

“Sifted in what way…”

“I can’t place it. Like, before we all had who we were close with and now it feels like that has shifted.”

“To be fair, everyone has learned a whole lot about you. I don’t think it’s necessarily that the air has shifted, but more your position on the team has. You were you know closed off and not very responsive to personal talks…now people know this big secret about you so…they feel closer to you.”

“Yeah I guess…I am still mad about the Spain game. I played like shit.”

“We all did.” I commented as she nodded her head. “It was hard to focus on anything let alone a game.”

“I know. A bad game for that to happen though.” I nodded my head as she closed her eyes for a moment. I could see she was still tired as she ran her hand over her face.

“We just have to move on to the next one.” I said as she nodded her head. “Lay down. I’ll wake you when we get there.”

She nodded her head as she laid her head down on my shoulder. She was fast asleep as I gave her a small smile. I scrolled on my phone as she slept. I saw a video that was being retweeted of Pinoe. I clicked it and recognized it being at one of the photoshoots we did a few months ago. Pinoe was talking to some journalist who asked her about going to the white house to which she promptly replied, ‘she wasn’t going to the fucking white house’. This was no doubt going to get some attention especially when you consider how many eyes are on us, and how many people are just looking to pick with us.

(Y/N) POV Switch

“Babe.” I groaned slightly as Alex shook me to try to wake me up. “Wake up.”

“I’m up.” I whined as she smiled at me slightly.

“We are almost here.”

I looked out the window at all the stuff we were passing trying to keep myself awake. I felt exhausted most likely from all the stuff that I did the last few days. This tournament has also felt really long and we don’t really have many days in between. I stretched my neck a little as I yawned.

“I’m so tired.” I whined again earning an eye roll from Alex. She shook her head as I frowned at her. “Love me…”

“I do love you.” She defended as I pouted at her. She leaned forward and pecked my lips a couple times as I leaned my head against the headrest. I stared at her as she looked down at her phone.

“What?”

“You’re just so beautiful. It blows my mind.” I said as she smiled at me. We had just pulled into where our hotel was, so we were waiting to get off the bus.

“So sweet.” She said kissing me again. I grinned as I connected our lips again in a kiss.

“You guys are disgusting.” I looked up at Lindsay who grinned down at me. I shook my head as we stood up and started walking off the bus.

Once we got to our room, the first thing I did was flop down on the bed and buried my head into a pillow. I cuddled the pillow as I started to drift again.

“So lazy.” Alex said as she came over and climbed into the bed. She cuddled into me as I groaned a little.

“I’m emotionally drained. There is a difference.” I said as she sent me an apologetic smile. “Let’s take a nap.”

“Okay but a small one…” she said as I drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the day was getting ourselves adjusted and ready for training the next day. Over the next couple days, we trained, and I could honestly say things were getting better and better. We were back on track in terms of being in sync with each other the way we were before everything happened. My relationship with Alex had mostly gone back to normal which was definitely a plus because it was weird not being on good terms with her. Christen and I had actually spent a little bit of time together which was awesome. The forward seemed a little less mad at me.

“Can I just say….what a relief it is that the current drama has nothing to do with me…” I said as everyone looked at me with varying degrees of amusement.

“Lucky you.” Pinoe said as I grinned. Apparently, Pinoe saying she wasn’t going to the fucking white house had everyone in America shook. That orange bastard himself had come for her on social media, but he came for the wrong person.

“We have to win now….I mean we had to win before, but like we have to win now.” Kelley said as I nodded my head. I stretched out a little more taking a glance over at Alex who was sitting on the ground stretching. I winked at her causing the older girl to roll her eyes at me.

I looked around and noticed that some of the girls were filming something probably for Instagram as I watched them come over. Sonnett came over and got extremely close shoving the camera in my face as I made a face and pushed her away.

“I have a question…can you help us find a snack?” she asked as I thought for a moment before nodding.

“Yes…found one.” I said point to where Alex was sat. She rolled her eyes as Mal and I let out a laugh.

“Actually, I take that back she’s not a snack….she’s a whole damn meal.” I said as they laughed, and Alex shook her head.

“You can’t post that.” Alex said after a moment as Sonnett pouted at her. “I’m serious.”

“Why not? It was hilarious.” I grinned when Alex scowled at her getting her to be quiet immediately.

“Well you ruined it…” Sonnett said with a pout as she saved the video but didn’t post it.

I shrugged as we got to training. The France game was in a few days and I mean this really was a final in itself. People have been predicting this since the draws were first made way back when. How cruel it is that the best team in the world ends up in the same side of the bracket as the home team…I know everyone was already predicting that we are going to lose. We lost to them in January, but that really means nothing. That was a friendly. This is the Quarterfinal of the World Cup. The stakes are different, and how badly we want to win is different.

I know that I needed to be on my A-game because France would no doubt be on their A-game. I can’t play like I did during the Spain game. I needed to be focused which is why it was so important for everything to stay good for me. No drama. Smooth sailing from here on out. I had jokingly told Alex that any problems we might have need to wait until the end of the WC because I didn’t want to have my game thrown off. I don’t think she found it very funny at all.

“Good practice.” Pinoe said as we walked off the field together. We started tactics and strategy for a moment before heading into the locker room to get cleaned up. “How are things?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your mind…you seem to play better when you have a clear head so…how are things…”

“It’s going good. I can’t complain which is a nice change from recent proceedings. Everything feels like it’s almost back to normal.”

“That’s good. I need you to be on your best. How you play definitely impacts the rest of us.”

“Thanks…no pressure at all.” I joked as she shook her head with a smile.

“I’m just saying you seem to have that weird effect on the team. When you play bad, we all play bad. When you play well, well you get the point.”

“I guess we will find out, now won’t we?” She grinned at me as I shook my head.

Before I knew it, it was gameday. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous because it was in the back of my head how important this game really was. I didn’t want to mess it up. I woke up next to Alex as I watched her sleep for a few minutes. She was so peaceful. She made my heart feel calm and content. I knew that if I had any chance of playing well it would be because she was right there keeping me calm.

“Morning.” I said softly when her eyes fluttered open. She had a small smile on her face. She gave me a kiss before trying to snuggle into me more. “We got to get up.”

“I know.” She said though it came out more like a whine. I laid there for a few moments just running my fingers through her hair as she traced patterns on the exposed skin on my stomach. “Can I tell you something?”

“Hmmm?”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen when the world cup ends.” She said softly though I could hear a little bit of what sounded like fear in her voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked as she looked up at me a little.

“I’ve grown so used to you being by my side at all time…I don’t know what I am going to do when I have to go back to Orlando, and you have to go back to Utah.”

“Well, I mean…we’ve done it before.” I said as she nodded but then frowned.

“We weren’t dating before. We hadn’t slept in the same bed every day for like a month or two. I don’t even want to sleep away from you for one night let alone.”

“We will have to figure it out when we get there. We will make it work though. I have no doubt about that. You’re stuck with me Ms. Morgan.” I said as the forward smiled at me.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way” she said as she gave me a kiss. I smiled before we both stood to get ready for the day. We went through our morning rituals and had our breakfast and socialized with the team before heading off to the stadium.

I knew I wasn’t the only one feeling the nerves just a little. I could tell some people were feeling it more than others judged off of how quiet everyone was being. Becky scolded me a little when I said I was a little nervous because in her words, ‘this is just another game’. I definitely see her point of view, but also, she’s full of shit.

“Ow!” I said as Becky slapped my arm. “What was that for?”

“I just felt like you deserved it. You were thinking something.” She said as I stared at her with wide eyes. I swear this bitch is a psychic or mind reader or some shit.

We got through warm-ups pre-game stuff pretty fast and the next thing I knew it was time to walk out. We got through the anthems to which I stood with my arms behind my back and didn’t sing in solidarity with Pinoe. Then, we did a quick prayer circle before finding our spots on the field.

Pinoe came up to me really quickly and placed her hand over my ear to hide what she was saying from the cameras.

“I know it goes without saying, but I need the smug asshole version of you that plays without fear. You’re best when you’re being a dick.” She winked at me as she took a step back.

“Noted.” I said as she ran and got into position. I shook my head, but I knew she was right. This wasn’t the game to be nice in.

The game started and both teams quickly got going. JJ made a shot on goal, but it was easily saved by Bouhaddi. It continued for another few minutes when Bathy took down Alex outside the box. I had to bite back the anger that was swelling inside me. It was the name of the game that she would be fouled more, but it didn’t mean that I liked it. It really pissed me off actually. I smiled to myself a little when I heard the boos of the crowd while we were waiting for Pinoe to take her freekick. We were right on par with being the enemies of this world cup. I could have screamed with excitement as I watch the ball fly in the back of the net. I ran and celebrated with my teammates as we went up one nil over the home team.

The game continued on with both teams trying to edge each other. I felt my self be filled with worry though in the 29th minute when Alex went down. I could tell something was wrong as I went and kneeled in front of her. The ref was standing off to the side waiting to see if Alex needed assistance as I stared at my girlfriend.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she had somewhat of a dazed look on her face. She nodded her head as she looked down. I turned and glared at the French players who started arguing with the ref. I went to stand to argue with them when I felt Alex grip my arm. I looked at her resting my hands on her shoulders as she fell back a little into a sitting position.

“I just need a minute. I hit the ball wrong.” She said as I nodded. The medical staff came over and checked her out. I took some water from them as I hovered over her. I didn’t really want to leave her side, because well…she’s my girlfriend and I worry. She stood up to walk off, but my worry hadn’t lessened at all due to the still somewhat dazed look on her face. I could see something that almost looked like worry on her face. It didn’t make me feel any better.

The next somewhat amusing moment came in the 37th minute when Alex fouled Renard. I watched as my girlfriend started arguing with the ref and saying that she didn’t touch her even though we all heard Renard yell out in pain and crumble onto the ground. I mean….she touched her. Let’s just establish.

“She’s faking it.” Alex said passionately looking at the ref. I bit back a slight chuckle as I tried to get the girls attention.

“Alex.” I said as the forward turned towards me. I shook my head a little getting a look from the forward who ultimately abandoned her argument.

“I didn’t touch her.” She said walking past me as I smiled and turned towards the forward who had just walked past me. We really don’t talk enough about how petty Alex actually is on the field. We continued on and I couldn’t help but let out a little ‘oof’ when Majri turned and ran right into Kelley who immediately tried to defend herself to the ref.

Halftime came not long after that as we headed into the locker room. I winced slightly stretching my body as I could feel the small aches. I took a sip of water as I listened to everything being said. I knew what needed to be done, so I wasn’t all that interested in what they had to say. I turned my attention towards Alex who looked significantly better than she had before. Once they were done talking, I stood and walked over to the forward. She gave me a small smile as I rested my hand on her head.

“You good?” I asked as she gave me a small smile.

“I’m alright.” She said letting out a little breath. “Usual aches from games…nothing to worry about.”

I nodded as Kelley came over with Pinoe. They both looked a little tired but started talking about the game.

“I feel like it’s opposite day.” I commented getting looks from everyone.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…you’re on a card so you have been playing it really cool…and you just said fuck it…” I said looking between Kelley and Alex. “It’s like you switched personalities.”

“I didn’t touch her.” Alex whined as she got looks from all three of us.

“Alex…” Kelley said with an amused smile.

“Come on…you touched her.” Pinoe said as we turned to head out of the room.

“I did not.” The forward whined as I chuckled.

“I believe you.” I said as she pouted at me.

“No, you don’t….”

“I don’t because I saw you clip her…it’s okay babe…” I said throwing an arm around the forward who just rolled her eyes.

We got back out on the field as we retook our positions. Alex and I were doing the kickoff as I waited for the ref to signal that we could go.

“Go get em baby.” I said to Alex who winked at me before I kicked the ball with her taking off in the other direction. The second half felt pretty uneventful as both teams continued trying to take advantage. It was the 50th minute when I went for the ball at the same time as Bathy. She shoved me a little causing me to hit the ground. I groaned for a second before standing up and bumping shoulders with her. She shoved me again as I immediately turned to get into her face.

“Watch it.” She said as I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret.” I said as she glared at me.

“Back off.”

“I’m kind of starting to want you to make me.” I said glaring right back at her. The ref blew her whistle and came over telling us to take a step back. Neither of us moved until I felt a soft touch on my arm. I turned to see Alex as I finally stepped back.

“Don’t lose your head.” She said as I nodded at her. The game continued until the 62nd minute when I saw my number go up. I groaned but ran off to the sideline making way for Lindsay. I got pats on the back and a small disapproving look form Jill. No doubt my little altercation with Bathy was going to come back to bite me. I sat next to Christen as we continued watching the game. I jumped up with the rest of the team a few minutes later when Pinoe scored.

“What a goal.” I said as Christen gave me an amused smile. We continued talking about the game for a moment before she had to get up to do warm-ups. I moved to sit with Mal and all them as I talked with them about the game. I let out a groan when Renard scored for France. I so did not have the patience for them to make a comeback. We continued watching and all huddled together right before the whistle was to be blown.

“Come on just blow the fucking whistle.” Ash said as I chuckled. I watched Tobin and Alex argue with the French players and ref about the set piece. I glanced around and could already see the French players bench looking extremely emotional. I did feel a little bad about that. When the whistle went, we all ran onto the field. I ran straight to Alex who jumped in the air wrapping her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. Some of the girls collided into us as I placed her on the ground.

“To the Semis” she yelled as I grinned. I kept my arm firmly around her waist as we were joined for a group hug by some of the other girls. As we dispersed and started walking, I turned towards Christen.

“To the semis.” I said as she smiled and nodded at me. I hugged her as she laughed at my excitement.

I made my way around the field talking and shaking the hands of the French players before making my way towards the tunnel. I was actually pulled for media this time.

“(Y/N), if I can say congratulations first…” I nodded my head with a smile. “You had quite the encounter with Bathy and it’s not the first time this tournament that you have had an altercation with an opposing player…what can you say about that?”

“I think that during these games because there is so much at stake. Tempers flair and we get a little out of control, but I have no ill feelings towards anyone of these players. It’s an honor to get to play them in this tournament.”

I continued answering questions before making my way to the locker room. I was immediately pulled aside by Jill and Tony who gave me disapproving looks.

“You need to control your temper.”

“I was pushed first.” I defended getting looks. I knew that it technically wasn’t an excuse, but it was the one I was giving.

“Just try to keep it in check. I don’t need you getting any kind of suspension.”

I nodded my head as I went into the room and celebrated with my teammates a little. I grinned when Alex pulled me aside. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. I smiled as I reciprocated.

“You did good today.” She said as I rolled my eyes. I kissed her again before letting go of her.

“So did you.” I said as she smiled at me. It wasn’t long after that when we finally departed from the stadium. I was exhausted and wanted to do nothing more than go take a nap with Alex. I know some of the girls wanted to get dinner though.

Once we got back to the hotel, we got changed into some casual clothes before making our way to dinner. For the most part, dinner was chill. We all talked about the game and the other stuff going on. Pinoe expressed her relief at having won given all the pressure that she was under during the game. Mostly an uneventful dinner.

The next two days was for recovery and travel. We would be playing England in the semifinals which was no doubt going to be a huge game. They have been absolutely terrific this whole tournament and I know they are going to be a huge challenge for us. The game also happened to be on the birthday of my love. I know Alex was super excited about not only getting to play but getting to play on her birthday. I had a little gift for her that I have had for a while. I really couldn’t wait to give it to her.

Currently though, we are lying in bed together. We were watching Netflix just trying to unwind a little. She was dozing on my shoulder slightly which was fine. I was hungry though and wanted a snack. They had a little snack area in the hotel that had some snacks down in the lobby, so I was going to go get some.

“Hey…” I said softly as the forward lifted her head to look at me. She had a tired expression as I spoke. “I am going to get a snack. Do you want anything?”

She shook her head as I kissed her cheek. I stood as she reached for my hand. I looked back at her as she pouted at me.

“Actually…” I rolled my eyes with a small smile as the forward gave me a puppy dog look. “Can you get me some cookies if they have some?”

“You’re actually going to eat a regular cookie instead of your vegan cookies?” I asked as she pouted at me again.

“Allie ate them all.” She said as I frowned. I thought Allie hated them. I shrugged before leaning down and giving her a kiss.

“Of course I can.” I said as she smiled at me.

“I love you.” She said as I smiled to myself.

“I love you too.”

I headed down to the lobby and went into the little snack area they had. I picked up some cookies for her and grabbed myself some fruit snacks. I turned and paid for it at the front desk before moving to walk back towards the elevators.

I was walking looking at the ingredients for the cookies when I bumped into someone. I looked up to apologize when I felt my entire body freeze. The blood really felt like it was draining from me as my stomach dropped. I felt paralyzed as I stared at the man in front of me. I have only met him on a few occasions, but I would be an idiot to not know who he is.

“Sorry about that.” He said politely as I swallowed hard. Why was he here? I had so many questions running through my head as he gave me an odd look.

“No, it’s okay. Don’t even worry.” I said trying to figure out how to get away from here as fast as I could.

“Hey…you’re (Y/N) right?” he said with a smile. “You have had a great tournament so far…I mean really you’ve been fantastic”

“Thanks.” I said as he held out his hand to me. I shook it knowing that technically we have never been formally introduced though I knew all about him. Though, I doubt he knew anything about me.

“I’m-” I cut him off due to my lack of patience at the situation.

“I know who you are.” I said as he gave me an awkward look. We both knew that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. “Nice to finally meet you Servando.”

To Be Continued…

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #285

"do you have the time to listen to me whine about nothing and everything all at once?”

What does your car smell like? You assume I have a car. Would you ever let anybody else drive your car? ^ Have you ever met someone in person who you first met on the internet? Do you have plans to do that anytime soon? Yes, Sara. I want to visit her again, but right now I have no clue when that will happen. I have another friend that wants me to shoot her wedding that was planned for this year, but it was delayed to an unknown date, so. What was the last thing you used a blender for? A margarita. Have you ever got into an argument with a stranger on social media? Do you remember what it was about? Yep. There's been a couple. Has COVID had any impact on your Christmas plans this year? What’s going to change or be different to normal? Yes. Mom and I aren't coming while Ashley's inlaws are there at her house, and then I think we're going to my other sister's since she wants to cook? I've only really overheard Mom over the phone, I'm not 100%. I'm just. Going with it. What’s your favourite flavor of cake? Are you any good at making that kind of cake? Probably red velvet, or just double chocolate. I dunno. I love cake. I don't cook, though. Are you currently under any COVID-related restrictions where you live? Are people generally following the rules? Well, you're SUPPOSED to wear a fucking mask, but "it's a hoax" and "you can't make me" fuckheads don't listen, and it's poorly-enforced. You see people without them all the time. Do you still watch cartoons? I'm not opposed, I just don't watch television. Is anyone else in the same room as you right now? What is that person up to? No. Do you use Pinterest? Ha, I get most of my (unedited) avatars from there. It also gives me some pose ideas for photography. Are you wearing earrings? Ugh, no. I absolutely hate how the first holes stretched from heavy earrings. I need to get a proper tapering set if I want to actually use gauges (mind you, very small) so they look even semi-good again. I don't wear any in the second/upper holes because I think it just looks weird with nothing in the first. Do you know any sign language? Not anymore. In elementary school, we did do a play however where in one of the songs, we signed the lyrics. I remember zero. Have you ever gone on a service trip to an underprivileged country? No. Which breed of dog do you find most scary? None. Ever been to a pottery class? Not particularly, no. I've made pottery in normal art classes multiple times, though. When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? I have no idea. I don't have a specific memory. Don’t you just find it annoying when people get too much plastic surgery? Oh, fuck off. Is it your body? Is it there to boost YOUR confidence? Then your opinion doesn't fuckin matter. Are you the type who usually plays it safe? Yep. Who do you think about most? It's certainly not willingly, but Jason. PTSD kinda engraved his presence in my brain. How’s your grandmother? Both are dead. What’s your favourite type of cloud? Big, tall, and poofy cumulonimbus ones. Do you have a birthmark? Where? Does it look like anything? Yeah, a slightly darker brown blotch on the side of my right forearm, near the elbow. If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? Probably people smiling. My nieces' and nephew's came to mind first. What is your most disappointing moment in life? I've been living it for years now. I'm not who I wanted or thought I would be at all. What is the best reward anyone can give you? Validation lmao. What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Meerkats, always. God, I can barely boil it down to three words. Loyal, complex, and brave will have to do. What is your favorite color? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Pink. Soft, pretty, gentle. What do you consider to be the most valuable thing you own: when you were a child/teenager/now? As a child, my big plastic crocodile named Marlin (yes, after the Finding Nemo character) that was the "main character" in my games of make-believe. As a teen, probably Rebel, the stuffed meerkat Jason gave me. Now, it's absolutely the pebble I got upon "graduation" from my partial hospitalization program. What’s the kindest act you have ever seen done? I'm not sure; I've seen a good deal. Thinking of only the ones I've seen in-person, uhhhh... wait. A couple days before my overdose, in desperation, I called Jason's house in the middle of the night wanting to talk to him. His mom answered, and she talked to me for hours with such patience and kindness to try and calm me down. I miss her a lot. Is Frozen one of your favorite Disney movies? No, I never really liked it. If you were an explorer, would you rather explore the Arctic Circle, Antarctica, or Alaska? Ohhh, Alaska. It's gorgeous and at least not absolutely frigid everywhere. How many blankets do you sleep with in the winter? I usually just have my usual thick comforter, but if I'm seriously cold, I'll grab another smaller one to wrap myself in underneath the big one. Do you know of anyone who was in labor or gave birth to a baby during a major snowstorm? HAHA my mama w/ me. Do you enjoy eggnog during the winter - with or without alcohol? EW. Do you dress any of your pets in seasonal/holiday apparel? No; I really dislike the concept of dressing your animals unless it's truly for their own benefit/warmth. Who was the last person to give you a gift? What was the reason for it? Uhhhhh. I have no idea. Are you a good cook? If so, who taught you? What’s your favourite thing to cook? NOOOOOOO. When was the last time something in your house broke? Did you manage to fix it or did you need to buy a replacement? Ugh, my laptop is fucked up. It's either the charger port, charger itself, or Mom thinks perhaps the battery. Her friend's husband is gonna look at it after Christmas. Is any part of your body hurting right now? What caused that pain? For once my legs aren't hurting. They almost always do from either muscle atrophy or them having been still for too long. The last time you made a sandwich, what did you put in there? It was just a normal 'ole peanut butter sandwich. What’s your favorite time of day? What’s your favorite thing to do at that time? First thing in the morning, because it feels like a new start. I like watching the sky change from pinkish to blue while I'm just sitting in bed checking everything. Where did you go the last time you left your house? I rode with Mom to her doctor's appointment. I didn't go in w/ her for obvious reasons, I just wanted to go on a ride and listen to music. If you eat steak, how do you like it cooked? What sauces or sides do you like to go with it? It has to be medium well. Idk what sauces are cooked into it that I like, because I don't make it. I like fries with steak, and probably Sara's mom's mashed potatoes would go well, haha. Do you prefer sweet or savory pancakes? What toppings do you have on them? I can't imagine me liking savory pancakes... I just like the usual: butter (not mandatory tho) and syrup. Are you someone who cracks their joints a lot? Which one(s) do you tend to crack and click the most? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NO NO, I HATE THE NOISE SO MUCH. My lower spine pops a lot, though. Some fingers occasionally, too. Have you ever taken medication or tablets to help you sleep? Is this something you do on a regular basis? Yeah, I was taking Melatonin to fight insomnia for quite a while. I only stopped it because my mom was theorizing that it may have been making my nightmares worse, because her dad had AWFUL nightmares on it. I don't know if it did or didn't foor me, honestly. For you, what’s the worst thing about getting up in the morning? What about the worst thing about going to bed tonight? Knowing in the back of my mind that despite my hope, today's going to be the same as yesterday. I dread most nights the process of lying down and actually falling asleep, because it can take hours. Do you prefer regular or diet soft drinks? Not only do I think diet sodas taste bad, but the artificial sweetener gives me awful headaches, anyway. What do you tend to wear if you’re just hanging about the house for the day? I'm only always in my pjs. When was the last time you dyed your hair? Did you do it yourself or get it done at a hairdresser? Ugh... it's been a very, very long time. It was done by a hairdresser, but per usual, the color didn't stick well. I am DYING to bleach my hair so I can dye it pastel pink, light silver, or like a creamsicle orange. I edited some pictures of myself to "try" these colors on, and omg I loved them all. Does having to wear a mask stop you doing things? Is this because you struggle wearing one or you just don’t like it? Not really, no. I barely go anywhere at all though, so I have Have you ever witnessed a car accident? Or have you perhaps been involved in one yourself? Were you at fault? Yes; yes; no. How many books do you read in a year? Do you enjoy reading or do you have to really force yourself to sit down and read? VERY few. I've only just gotten back into semi-regularly reading since Sara got me into Wings of Fire. I have one friend though that is an INCREDIBLE bookworm; she keeps track of how many books she's read in a year, and she's already beyond one a day. It's incredible. If you have pets, where did they come from? A breeder, a rescue or maybe a friend who bred their pet? Roman came from Ashley's inlaws'. They have like an infestation of cats needing to be spayed, so they didn't at all mind letting me have one because I'd been wanting a cat for a long time. I love my baby boy so much. Venus came from The Gourmet Rodent, a snake breeding (and F/T rat provider, as the name suggests) business from Florida. I highly recommend them. Their customer service was fantastic when I was worried about Venus not eating. They even checked up with me a few months following my emails to ensure she was doing well. Have you ever seen an episode of My 600lb Life? No. I absolutely NEVER could. As an obese person who's been fighting her fucking ass off to lose weight for years, I don't want to be further depressed. Do you feel bad when someone asks you to hang out and you say no? Oh yes I do. Ngl, if I don't want to hang for whatever reason, I'm the kind that makes up an excuse to not seem *as* "rude" (quotations bc it's technically not rude at all, anxiety just tells me it is). When was the last time you turned down plans with someone? What did you decide to do instead? Ummmm I'm not sure. Have you ever had any “unusual” or exotic pets? If you could own any animal, what would it be and why? Do you consider iguanas or Chinese water dragons as "exotic/unusual?" Nothing stranger than that, really. I would never, ever own a truly exotic animal that wouldn't do well in captivity. I do however pretty desperately want to rescue an opposum one day, though. I positively adore them; they're my second-favorite animal. How often do you wash your hair? I don't even have a regular schedule for that anymore, honestly... I have to every time I shower because my hair gets oily FAST, but I try to put off showers as long as I can handle now because of how bad my selfcare has been for multiple reasons... What have you found the hardest about the current pandemic? Not seeing an end in sight because people are fucking dumb. Shit's not going to get better unless things drastically change. And what about the easiest? Has anything improved in your life because of what’s happened? Certainly nothing has improved. Not much has changed for me, considering I barely ever left the house to begin with. If you have multiple pets, do they get along with each other? Are they related or even the same species? They ignore each other, really. Surprisingly, even. Roman will sit on my bed and watch Venus slither about occasionally if she's out, even meerkat pose haha, and playful as he is, it's unexpected that he *does* mostly ignore her. What was the last meal you ate? Did you have anything good? Breakfast; I had Special K cereal. I've finally started to get back on track with eating okay. Do you live somewhere where strangers say hi to you in the street? Would you like to live somewhere like that? Where we live now, if you pass someone outside in the car, it's normal and really expected to give a little wave. That's very normal here in the South though, really; you don't just have to be in your own neighborhood. Have you ever tried any of those meal replacement shakes? The chocolate Equate ones are normal in my diet, actually. They're really not bad at all and played a big role in me losing ~60lbs before. Funnily enough, I haven't found a popular name brand I like, though. Cheap stuff isn't always bad. Do you make up silly nicknames for your pets or family members? "Silly" ones, not really, besides Roman. I call him "weirdo" and "crazy" a lot, but nothing truly unique. What’s your favorite thing to take photographs of? Are you actually any good at photography? Nature or boudoir (only shot it once, but I love it and the confidence it gives people). Being as modest as possible, I honestly do think I'm pretty good at it. Do you have anything interesting planned for the rest of the day? How about for tomorrow or the weekend? I haven't had anything interesting planned in eons, it seems like. Are you going to take the vaccine for COVID once it becomes available? Once it proves to be reliable and safe, hell yes. I'm doing my goddamn part in ending this shit. How much housework have you done lately? Is this more or less than usual? A bit more than usual since I haven't finished decorating my room since moving... I've been doing it very slowly and gradually. I need to just finish it already, I'm just so unmotivated. What gifts are you hoping to get for your next birthday (or Christmas, whichever one is coming up next)? I'm fucking dying to get my tat redone/improved. Been waiting since LAST Christmas when I didn't get to use my own gifted money. Do you suffer from any form of motion sickness? No. Do you contribute regularly to any Facebook groups at all? "I’m a member of plenty, but hardly ever post." <<<< Same. I react to posts a lot, though. Just don't really make my own. When was the last time you weighed yourself? Were you happy with the numbers you saw? Ugh... when I went to the doctor I think last week. I knew it'd be bad, but the verification fucking sucked. Since moving, I've gained ~30lbs. Have you got any chronic health issues? What do you do to try and manage them as best you can? YIKES I am a CATASTROPHE. I've got a dictionary of mental health issues that I'm not gonna go through individually, but I deal with them via prescription medications and therapy and sheer will. Who taught you how to drive? My driver's ed teacher. It was mandatory in HS. What was your high school mascot? A firebird. Did you go to your senior prom? Yes. What did you do after graduation? I very briefly went to a community college. What was your first job? GameStop sales associate. If my social anxiety wasn't fucking shit, I probably would have liked it. What did you want to be when you grew up? Somewhat in order: paleontologist, vet, movie director, game designer, animal biologist, video editor (VERY brief), and photographer. Writer, poet, and artist were always something I wanted to do in my free time OR full time if I was lucky. Do you remember the first time you drank a beer? I've never tried beer and don't want to. It smells fucking awful, and because my dad is a recovered alcoholic who was addicted to that in specific, I just want nothing to do with it. Did you ever try cigarettes? No. I have absolutely never understood the appeal, but with a very addictive personality and wild anxiety, I never wanted to risk it, anyway. How did you spend your summers growing up? LOADS of swimming in the pool, jumping on the trampoline, and just playing outside in general. If you could change anything from your teenage years, would you? I'd absolutely change how I found happiness only in Jason. Do you remember your first time? No, because at that time, I didn't really realize it was sex. I know that sounds weird, like "how would you not know?", but just trust me. I don't feel like retrospecting on it. I do remember our first *kiss*-kiss, though. How much did you make per hour at your first job? I don't recall. Favorite home-cooked meal growing up? I looooved spaghetti. Favorite place to eat out growing up? McDonald's, duh, lol. Did your parents live in a different country before you were born? No. They were from different states, though. Do you have a preferred coffee brand? Don't like coffee. Have you ever dated someone who was terrible with money? No. How often do you paint your nails? Never. Do you know anyone who's related to a current or former world leader? Not that I know of. Do you do your own taxes, or do you hire a professional? I don't pay taxes because I'm unemployed. What is something you don't have any natural talent for? Speaking. At all. What is something you frequently forget? "Numbers." <<<< BIG fat same. How do you feel about your body? How much I hate it is on my mind literally every waking moment of my life to some degree. Who is someone you would like to get to know better? So I have this Facebook friend Courtlynn who seems very similar to me, and I'd love to get to know her better. We interact via posts here and there, but have never seriously talked. What's your opinion on assisted suicide? I am very much for it when a person is in serious pain and recovery is not possible. Like one of my greatest nightmares is being paralyzed from the neck down, and I stg I would spite whichever fucker had jurisdiction over me living. That would be absolute torture for me. At what point do you consider a relationship to be "long-term?" A year, so long as you were consistently together. Stable. What jobs did your parents have when you were growing up? My dad's been a mailman my entire life, and he had a second job at Lowe's for a while as a carpenter. He hated it. Mom worked with computer data at the hospital when I was very young, and then she was an assitant and special needs teacher for a long time. Do they still have these jobs? Or different jobs? Or have they retired? ^ about Dad. It's his only job now. Mom is currently on disability. Do you have a cell contract plan, or are you on a pre-paid plan? Would you believe me if I said I'm unsure? Haha. I use a Tracfone, and my mom takes care of whatever plan comes with that, so idk. Would your parents be okay with you dating someone of another race? Mom, absolutely. I'm unsure about Dad. I mean he wouldn't *seriously* care so long as they were good to me, but I think he might still be kinda racist. Or he just jokes about it a lot (which should not be joked about, btw). Do you like when friends stop by unexpectedly? "No way lol. I’m very much of a loner and want to be “prepared” to spend time with people." <<<< Absolutely this. How strong are your feelings for the last person you kissed? I love her very, very much. What was the last thing someone else bought for you? Food, I'm sure. Are you attracted to the last person you exchanged numbers with? I haven't seen a picture of her in years, so I have no idea. I remember she was beautiful, though. Is music a daily part of your life? Not daily, no. Some days I only watch YT videos instead of listen to music. What do you think of country music? Not a fan at all. It's ironic considering it was my favorite genre as a little kid. There's the occasional country song I like (mostly ones from my childhood, though), but those are few and far between. Tim McGraw, now, I love. Did you go to your high school’s graduation? Yeah, even though I didn't want to. I didn't care enough about the actual ceremony. Who was the last person to message you on Facebook? What would you do if that person told you they have feelings for you? That would be the woman I took family pictures for. She's married and we barely know each other, so I can assure you she doesn't. When you apply your make-up, do you do it in a specific order? On the very rare occasion I wore makeup, yes. Eyeliner, usually eyeshadow, mascara, and most rarely, black lipstick. Does it matter to you if your significant other smokes? Yes. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? Mom, I think. Do you like where you are in life right now? HA. Is your mom overbearing? No.

[madlymiho]

@thefreedomisouronlyrule-op or @rule987 Ai! 💕 Oooh yes indeed this topic brings a lots of memories lovely one ~ hehehehe

Alright it's a sin once again! So let me put my fav warning here

Warning : Heavy NSFW

Shanks Scenario - Reunion with his long distance relationship s/o

One year already since he hasn’t seen your face. Sometimes, he wonders what you do. Where did you sail. Who did you meet. He knows how you crave adventures and how brave you could be. He smiles when he remembers your face, with this everlasting fire in your young eyes, and this plea to be alive and adventurous, no matter what. Clearly, you are something. And he can’t really forget about you. It’s a promise you have both made. Keep the other one somewhere warm and safe in your hearts. And one day, you will meet again.

Seated on a bar tool, on a summer island, he looks at his drink, a bit nostalgic. The party, as always, is wild and pleasurable. It’s been a while since they didn’t stop somewhere and he knows that his companions needed it. However, Shanks can’t perfectly enjoy it. This summer island brings him various memories. After all, he met you in a place like this. There, he taught you how to fight, how to drink, how to love. You were so young, so wild, and impetuous. He has liked you the second he has met you. He doesn’t know why he feels harassed by his memories tonight, but he can’t help it. Time flies and you seem so far from him. It seems like he’s not a part of this world, the voices of his nakama echoing away. He just plays with the brown liquid of his drink in his glass, trying to remember every little details about you.

“Oï Shanks! What’s the matter?”

Benn wraps his arm around his shoulders, slightly merry. He looks at his captain’s face with serious eyes, and Shanks only offers him a reassuring smile.

“Nothing. Don’t worry, Benn. Let me slowly finish this one and I’ll go for another round with you!”

Shanks laughs, but it doesn’t sound real. Benn knows him enough not to insist at the moment. He nods and pats his back, taking his beer stein to join the others. Deep down, Shanks thanks him. It’s just a moment of weakness. Nothing dangerous. It will pass, he just needs to drink a bit and then joins his companions. However, things won’t work this way tonight. He’s still focused on his drink when someone takes place on the stool near him. He’s bringing his glass to his lips when he hears a soft laugh. He immediately stops his gesture and turns his head, confused. His eyes widened as he suddenly recognize you.

“Oh! Name!” He greets fervently, a wonderful smile lightening his features.

“Hi captain,” you laugh, looking at him. “It’s been a while.”

What an odd combination of factors. How were the chances to find you here? Grand Line is the longest ocean, and there are so many places to stop by, it’s almost impossible to meet someone by accident like this. But this one is wonderful. Finally! He’s with you again.

“I can’t believe it! Name! It’s really you?” He says, excited, looking at your face as if you just came out of a dream. “You have changed so much!”

Indeed, you have. Your hair are a bit longer than before, and your body seems in better shape and stronger. But also more feminine and appealing, with your gorgeous curves. Of course, you still have this lovely wild fire in your eyes, and for a moment, he just focused on it. You furrowed your eyebrows though, and analyze him. There’s something different about him and you just can’t picture what is it. You let your stare travelling on his body, until you stop on his shoulder. You gasp and open your mouth.

“Shanks…,” you whisper, noticing his missing arm. “What did happen?”

He waves his hand with a bright smile.

“Ah, nothing important!”

“What...How did you do that?” You ask again, a bit annoyed by his chilled attitude towards the situation.

“I gave it to someone important.” He answers, and you raise an eyebrow, not entirely sure to follow him.

And then, so easily, you both start to chat. He tells you about Luffy, and how did he lose his arm. He tells you about his journeys, his meetings, and how things are changing in the world. And you narrate him everything as well. Both of you driven by your old memories and what you lived during this year apart. He sees in your face that you’ve been through a lot. You met awesome people, and awful ones. You fought a lot, for your convictions, your friends, your freedom. You lost a few people, and he can perfectly picture the remains of your sadness in your eyes, and the spark of hope which won’t ever fade. Like he used to do before, he lets his fingers brush the skin on your arm, as you enjoy this contact. With the boose, you feel more at ease, your eyes travelling through his face, watching his lips moving as he speaks or smiles or laughs. It feels warm and good.

“So...You’re a crippled now,” you eventually tease after a few hours of talking, facing him so closely that his lips are just above yours now.

He smirks and raises an eyebrow.

“Harsh,” he smiles, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear, like he always did before. “I don’t remember this filthy mouth of yours, Name-san,”

“Then, I suppose my mouth isn’t so unforgettable, after all.”

He digs his eyes in yours as he perfectly knows what you are doing right now. Old habits don’t die so easily and between the two of you, this little teasing game has never stopped.

“It’s strange,” he whispers, looking at your lips with an envious look. “I do have a nice memory of your mouth. I must be wrong...”

You tilt your head as you bite your bottom lip, your fingers fondling his leg softly.

“And I do remember your fingers pretty well. Too bad there are missing five of them now.”

Shanks laughs as he grabs his third drink, swiping a swallow on it as he keeps looking at you. In front of your lusty face, he just grins, charmed.

“Perhaps I miss five of them, but I still got my five better ones.”

You smile, looking at his right hand fondling your cheek, tenderly.

“Is this some kind of invitation?” You softly ask, feeling suddenly so thrilled.

“Would you decline it?”

Shanks genuinely smiles, watching your eyes changing in something much more interesting. Something lusty which has never truly disappeared.

“You keep corrupting me, red-haired Shanks…,”

“As if I was the one responsible of your behaviors.”

And then, so easily, he gently pulls on the back of your neck to seal his lips with yours. You immediately open your mouth, a bit helped by the boose, and soon enough, you feel his tongue softly caressing yours. It feels just like before, when you have met him. It’s tender, soft, easy. Something you have craved for so long. Shanks has always pushed you away, at first, softly smiling anytime you shouted him that you loved him. You were too young to fall in love. Too young to embrace the piracy. And yet, you were so wild. So untamable. Like you still are tonight. Shanks didn’t have a chance with you ; you stole everything from him, even his heart. Tenderly, but with this intense urge, his hand grasps your wrist as he stands back up.

“Follow me,” he asks, looking at you with those everlasting playful eyes.

You nod, that grin on your lips extending on your jaw to the point that it hurts you. You know what he has in mind, and you want the same thing. He smiles as he hears a few cheers coming from the bar, certainly his nakamas, who have religiously eyed your exchange. He almost runs, dragging you somewhere far from the curious eyes. He makes you come on his boat, since nobody's around. His pace his fast, and you almost ask him to slow down. But you can’t ; you already reach where he wants to go. As he opens his bedroom, the very one he has taken you so many times, he circles your jaw and kisses you. He’s more impatient, already undressing himself as his only hand helps you to get off your clothes. You’re still standing, and he pushes you against his bedroom’s wall, unable to stop his gestures towards you.

“I’m impressed, you’re still nimble, Shanks,” you tease between two kisses, as you have only your bra and your panties on.

He grins at your remark, but continues his ministrations, circling your chest to grab the back of your bra and open it.

“You really think I’m a crippled, Name. It has to stop though.”

“Do you have...any...oh…,”

You freeze and quiver as you feel one of his finger slip in your legs, pressing that little nub of yours, already digs into your panties. You just bite your bottom lip and looks at his charming eyes, which are chasing every of your emotions on your face. Tenderly, Shanks goes south, sliding one digit against your entrance, until it gets in. He hums against your ear, torturing your earlobe with his teeth.

“I miss that…,” he whispers, curling his finger inside of you, slowly, but perfectly.

“Which part?” you breath, eyes closed, feeling his thumb gently pressing your nub, making circles on it. “Fuck, Shanks…,”

You let your head falls backwards until it hits the wall, giving him the possibility to bite the skin of your neck, putting kind kisses all the way down.

“All of it, Name-san.” He answers, his lips above yours.

With his mouth, he makes you open yours, his tongue slow and gentle. Your kiss is less urgent, and for him, it’s the perfect occasion to push another digit in. He smiles against your lips as he swallows your moans. He knows that he’s good at it. To make you quiver. To make you feel good. He just needs to curl his fingers, to slowly roll his thumb against your sensitive nub. He knows your body by heart. He knows what you like, and it gives him a little idea. He has missed you so much, he just want to please you right now.

“Come here…,” he mumbles as he parts his lips from yours, pulling his fingers away before he leads you to the bed.

There, he makes you lie, crawling between your legs to kiss your breasts. He teases your nipples with his tongue, his hand finding its way back to your core, as he pulls down your panties to give him a better access. He bites your pink circle, pulls on it, and you can’t help but arch your back, feeling his fingers penetrating you once again. You moan and he loves it. He leaves your boobs for a moment, and slides his mouth down, leaving burning and tender kisses on your skin. He’s so slow. He knows this pace drives you crazy, and he actually enjoys it a lot. He’s now kissing the skin just above your nub, and you almost want to yell at him to hurry up, because you can’t wait anymore.

But no. Not yet. Shanks breathes over your dripping core, but he doesn’t stop there. He prefers your inner-thigh, torturing your tender flesh with his soft lips. You grasp his hair, and he laughs a little, feeling your impatience in this gesture. With his hand, he parts your pussy lips, then slowly puts his mouth on it, to roll his tongue. It still feels so intense for you. The way he just lazily licks you, his wet muscle like a soft spare which keeps touching the most sensitive part of your core. He eats you slowly at first, enjoying your heavy breathing and your uncontrolled quivers. But then his tongue changes its pace. He comes on your nub, and now you know he wants to make you come. This is not a game anymore. Your skin reacts to his ministrations as you chase your own pleasure, grasping his red hair so much you could actually hurt him. You feel yourself at ease, your legs trembling, as this hot feeling start to grow in your belly. You moan more loudly, and Shanks increases his pace. You can’t hold it anymore and you come, intensely, twisting your body on the mattress as your fingers doesn’t leave his hair.

“Shanks… I’m…,”

This is too much. You still feel his tongue on your overly sensitive clit. His fingers are now entering you and you think for a moment that your heart is going to explode. He laughs when he feels your legs moving, but he doesn’t stop. He thrusts his fingers inside of you, and you just keep twisting your back, moaning desperately.

“What are you...This is…”

“You can’t take it…”

His voice is sexy, charming. You thought he was a crippled? But his five best fingers and his expert tongue just offer you your second orgasm in a row. Shanks smiles as he kisses your inner-thigh. He has enough stamina to play with you all night long. After all, he missed you so much.

[fanficshiddles]

You owe me, Chapter 4

Loki ended up in London a month later, he had managed to stay off SHIELDS radar pretty well. He kept moving on after a few nights, not making the same mistake again of staying in once place for too long. Making his way around the city. He also had a few contacts he could trust in the city too, which was helpful.

Since meeting April, he had become rather frustrated. Sexually. So he found himself seeking out warm bodies some of the nights, just to scratch that itch he had. Most of the time he had an escort come to wherever it was he was staying. Or if he had time, he sought out and seduced beautiful women in bars.

But tonight, he decided to go to a brothel that one of his contacts worked at. He had been raving about a new girl they just hired a few days ago, saying she was getting brilliant reviews already.

So Loki decided to go and give her a test run. Especially since he was going to get in for free.

He put on his best suit and made his way there, just down the road from where he was staying for a few nights. His friend met him at the door and led him in through the back, then gave him a ticket and told him which room to go to.

Loki thanked him and headed off to the room. He wondered what she would look like. Ashamedly, he kept hoping she would look similar to April. He’d found himself seeking out those that had similar aspects to the crazy girl.

Which is why when he entered the room, he momentarily thought he was dreaming when he was faced with the girls back. But the familiar tattoo down her right side, and the same long auburn hair that flowed down her back, made his cock twitch instantly.

She still had her back to him when he closed the door. She was only wearing lingerie, dark green, which just so happened to be his favourite colour.

‘Make yourself comfortable, I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.’ April said, still not turning around while she organised various leather straps and other bondage gear.

‘I’m sure whatever you have in store for me is vanilla play compared to what I have in store for you.’ He purred.

She froze at the familiar voice. Once she was over the initial surprise, which only lasted a few seconds, she spun around and a big grin formed on her lips.

‘Well, if it isn’t the God of mischief.’ She crossed the room and stopped right on front of him, in his personal space. ‘Have you gotten taller?’ She asked, having to crane her neck to look up at him.

‘No, you’ve probably gotten smaller.’ He smirked. ‘What are you doing here?’ He crossed the room to sit down.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ She said, moving to perch on the bed that was opposite him.

‘I asked first.’

April sighed. ‘A guy that I’m trying to reach apparently frequents here. I’m trying to get my hands on him, he knows where I can find… another guy.’

‘And what will you do when you do find him? Hmm? You can’t do anything in here, there are cameras everywhere in the corridor.’ Loki pointed out.

‘I just need to get some information out of him. That’s all. I have my ways.’ She grinned, licking her lips.

‘You’re going to use sex to get what you want?’ Loki raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed.

‘Yep. It’s the best way. Tie him up, have him so close to that pleasure he is here for, only to deny him until I get the information I need. I thought you of all people would know that sex is a fantastic tool to use against someone.’ She winked and stood up.

‘I guess it is. Well, should I go and ask for a different woman to satisfy my own needs? Since you seem to have an agenda of your own, of course.’ Loki smirked and rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

‘That depends. Are you a good tipper?’ April asked, taking a few steps towards him.

‘Depends on the service.’

April took that as a challenge. And she did love a challenge. She moved gracefully onto Loki’s lap and straddled him, hooking her arms around his neck. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. ‘I only take payment upfront. Too many men just take what they want and leave.’

She could feel his large, bulging presence between her thighs. And she made sure to press down against him, making his jaw clench.

‘If I remember correctly, you still owe me.’

‘No… You getting me out of the flat made us even.’ April corrected him, unable to stop herself from running her fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp that made his breathing hitch.

‘I gave you money to get away.’ Loki said, his hand found its way into her hair and he grabbed a fistful, tugging her head backwards so her neck was bared and he gained the upper hand. He took that opportunity and latched his mouth against her skin, sucking hard and nipping lightly with his teeth. The little gasps that came from her made him even harder.

‘Was that an advanced payment?’ April managed to say once she found her voice again, but the way Loki was still grasping her hair, causing her scalp to burn in the most delightful way, was highly distracting. Not to mention the way his lips were still worrying her neck, with the odd nip here and there.

‘I guess it could be called that.’ Loki chuckled darkly.

The door suddenly burst open and a woman who worked there popped in. She looked a little startled upon seeing April with someone. ‘Shit. Sorry, Ruby. But he’s here.’

April leapt off Loki’s lap and thanked the girl, who then left.

‘Who’s here?’ Loki asked, trying not to show his disappointment at April leaving his lap.

‘The guy I need to get to. Stefan.’ April said quickly, slipping a small pocket knife into her bra. That made Loki cock an eyebrow in amusement. ‘He’s finally here. Then I can get out of this damn place. You have to leave.’

‘Charming way to speak to a customer. I was here first.’ Loki leaned back in the chair, looking like he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

‘Loki, please.’

‘Ohhh, I do like to hear you beg.’ He grinned wickedly.

‘Don’t get used to it.’ She snapped and pointed a whip at him, making him chuckle. ‘Out!’ She then pointed to the door.

Loki sighed, but he reluctantly got up to leave. ‘I think I pity this poor Stefan bloke.’ He winked at April before heading out, making her roll her eyes.

He was going down the corridor when a man walked by, he assumed was Stefan. Loki was so desperate to know what exactly she was up to, in regards to why she wanted Stefan and who she was trying to get to. Why would she go through so much trouble for a personal reason, instead of for money...

Opting instead of going to another girl for release, he pushed his dirty thoughts down and went to the club next door for a drink. He found the girl who was obviously friends with April and asked her to let Ruby know where he was going.

He wasn’t sure why he decided to stick around, to see her again. But she intrigued him, greatly. Even though she did get on his nerves at the same time.

Loki was on his third double whiskey and coke when April slipped into the bar seat next to him. He didn’t even have to turn his head to know it was her, seeing a petite feminine hand shoot out to grab his drink and down it in one go was tell-tale sign enough it was her.

‘That was my drink.’ He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He wasn’t overly surprised to see she had a cut lip and slightly tousled hair. But at least she was wearing clothes now.

April waved her hand at him and got the attention of the barman. ‘Another of what he was having. And a vodka, straight.’

‘Do I dare ask if you got what you wanted?’ Loki asked while they watched the barman make up their drinks.

‘I always get what I want.’

‘If that’s the case, what is your next step, Ruby?’ Loki smirked.

‘Well, I wasn’t going to use my real name, was I?’

‘April isn’t even your real name.’ Loki said quickly. ‘Stop avoiding my question.’

April winked at the barman when he slid their drinks over to them both. She then turned her full attention on Loki while she started sipping her drink, enjoying the burn of the vodka sliding down her throat.

‘Well, I have the information I need. So I am going to go find my guy.’ She moved the glass in circles, making the drink swirl around.

Loki leaned in closer to talk directly into her ear. ‘Who exactly is the guy you are after?’

‘He’s called Alexander Pavlov. Stefan was his sidekick so to say.’

‘Was?’

‘You didn’t think I was going to let him walk out of there alive, did you?’ April laughed, throwing her head back.

‘So not only did the poor guy get sexually frustrated, you also decided to end him before he could get his release?’

‘Correct.’

‘You are one mean woman.’ Loki shook his head and sat back.

A song came on and April downed the rest of her drink quickly, then grabbed Loki’s arm. ‘I love this song. Come dance with me.’ She stood up and tugged him along.

‘I do not dance.’

‘Come on. I’m sure those hips of yours could be deadly on the dancefloor.’ She teased, biting her lower lip in hope of changing his mind.

Loki shrugged, downed his drink too then allowed the infuriating girl to lead him onto the dancefloor. She started moving her hips straight away, letting the music flow through her. She was right about Loki, he could certainly dance when he wanted to.

He was highly distracted when she moved in close to him and turned around, grinding her backside against his front. He gripped her hips and squeezed hard, leaning down towards her ear so she could feel his warm breath against her.

‘Dangerous game, pet.’ He growled.

She turned around and hooked her arms up around his neck, grinning. ‘I do love danger.’

Loki’s eyes darkened as he locked eyes with her. The two of them still moved to the music, but they were only concentrating on one another. That was, until, there was a commotion from the door. The barman was speaking to two men in suits, who were clearly SHIELD agents.

‘He’s over there.’ The barman pointed in Loki’s direction and the two agents made their way through the crowd of people towards him.

‘Well, that is my cue to leave.’ Loki glanced at April then rushed away towards the back exit.

April folded her arms over her chest, pissed off about the interruption. The two agents went by her, she quickly pulled out her knife and slyly stabbed the second agent right in the back. He doubled over in agony when she pulled the knife out from him.

She quickly walked away, muttering ‘One down, one to go.’

Everyone in the club had been so busy dancing and drinking that it took a minute for them to realise there was a man bleeding to death in the middle of the dancefloor. And by that time, April was gone.

Loki rushed out the back exit and made his way down the nearest ally. He kept his hand against his dagger that was in his pocket, in-case he needed to use it.

But he turned down a wrong way and came to a dead end.

‘Shit.’ He hissed.

When he turned to go back, he stopped as one of the agents approached, gun aimed at him.

‘Stop running, Loki. You’re coming in one way or another.’ He hissed.

Loki sighed and put his hands up in defence. ‘Are you going to give me the option of dead or alive? Unlike your so-called colleagues.’

‘Oh no, no option here. I want you in alive. Torture is no fun if you’re dead.’ The agent said and, using his gun, motioned for Loki to start walking with him.

The God gritted his teeth but started walking, hands still up in the air. The barrel of the gun was pressed against his back, that made him keep moving.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Loki heard a grunting noise then a large thud. The gun was no longer at his back, so he turned around to see the agent on the ground and April stood there holding a large baseball bat.

‘I like his idea of torture. But only if I’m the one giving it out.’ She grinned wickedly, then tossed the bat over her shoulder into a large bin where she’d found it.

‘You really do keep turning up at the right moment.’ Loki said, secretly he was slightly chuffed that she had followed him, but he wouldn’t admit that to her of course.

‘Now you owe me.’ She shrugged and started walking past him, he grabbed her elbow to stop her.

‘I think you’ll find that means we’re even.’

‘No, you owe me.’ She corrected him.

‘You clearly have bad memory.’

‘I remember just perfectly fine, thanks. You were due me a tip.’

‘And you were due me a service.’ Loki countered, with a smug ass grin on his face as he yanked her closer to him.

‘That was just a cover.’ She shrugged. ‘Now, are we getting away from here or not? I’m sure your little friends will be all over this place soon.’ She said, motioning to the agent who was still knocked out unconscious.

Loki nodded in agreement.

‘Let’s go.’

[imagine-loki]

You owe me, Chapter 4

TITLE: You owe me CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 4 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine after the battle in New York, Odin sent Loki back to Earth without his powers as punishment. SHIELD are after him and he meets a woman who isn’t all she seems at first and she has her own agenda. The two end up teaming up, to help one another. But it’s not quite as plain sailing as they’d hoped. RATING: M 

Loki ended up in London a month later, he had managed to stay off SHIELDS radar pretty well. He kept moving on after a few nights, not making the same mistake again of staying in once place for too long. Making his way around the city. He also had a few contacts he could trust in the city too, which was helpful.

Since meeting April, he had become rather frustrated. Sexually. So he found himself seeking out warm bodies some of the nights, just to scratch that itch he had. Most of the time he had an escort come to wherever it was he was staying. Or if he had time, he sought out and seduced beautiful women in bars.

But tonight, he decided to go to a brothel that one of his contacts worked at. He had been raving about a new girl they just hired a few days ago, saying she was getting brilliant reviews already.

So Loki decided to go and give her a test run. Especially since he was going to get in for free.

He put on his best suit and made his way there, just down the road from where he was staying for a few nights. His friend met him at the door and led him in through the back, then gave him a ticket and told him which room to go to.

Loki thanked him and headed off to the room. He wondered what she would look like. Ashamedly, he kept hoping she would look similar to April. He’d found himself seeking out those that had similar aspects to the crazy girl.

Which is why when he entered the room, he momentarily thought he was dreaming when he was faced with the girls back. But the familiar tattoo down her right side, and the same long auburn hair that flowed down her back, made his cock twitch instantly.

She still had her back to him when he closed the door. She was only wearing lingerie, dark green, which just so happened to be his favourite colour.

‘Make yourself comfortable, I hope you’re ready for what I have in store for you.’ April said, still not turning around while she organised various leather straps and other bondage gear.

‘I’m sure whatever you have in store for me is vanilla play compared to what I have in store for you.’ He purred.

She froze at the familiar voice. Once she was over the initial surprise, which only lasted a few seconds, she spun around and a big grin formed on her lips.

‘Well, if it isn’t the God of mischief.’ She crossed the room and stopped right on front of him, in his personal space. ‘Have you gotten taller?’ She asked, having to crane her neck to look up at him.

‘No, you’ve probably gotten smaller.’ He smirked. ‘What are you doing here?’ He crossed the room to sit down.

‘I could ask you the same thing.’ She said, moving to perch on the bed that was opposite him.

‘I asked first.’

April sighed. ‘A guy that I’m trying to reach apparently frequents here. I’m trying to get my hands on him, he knows where I can find… another guy.’

‘And what will you do when you do find him? Hmm? You can’t do anything in here, there are cameras everywhere in the corridor.’ Loki pointed out.

‘I just need to get some information out of him. That’s all. I have my ways.’ She grinned, licking her lips.

‘You’re going to use sex to get what you want?’ Loki raised an eyebrow, slightly impressed.

‘Yep. It’s the best way. Tie him up, have him so close to that pleasure he is here for, only to deny him until I get the information I need. I thought you of all people would know that sex is a fantastic tool to use against someone.’ She winked and stood up.

‘I guess it is. Well, should I go and ask for a different woman to satisfy my own needs? Since you seem to have an agenda of your own, of course.’ Loki smirked and rested his chin on his hand, elbow on the arm of the chair.

‘That depends. Are you a good tipper?’ April asked, taking a few steps towards him.

‘Depends on the service.’

April took that as a challenge. And she did love a challenge. She moved gracefully onto Loki’s lap and straddled him, hooking her arms around his neck. She leaned in close to whisper into his ear. ‘I only take payment upfront. Too many men just take what they want and leave.’

She could feel his large, bulging presence between her thighs. And she made sure to press down against him, making his jaw clench.

‘If I remember correctly, you still owe me.’

‘No… You getting me out of the flat made us even.’ April corrected him, unable to stop herself from running her fingers through his hair, scratching against his scalp that made his breathing hitch.

‘I gave you money to get away.’ Loki said, his hand found its way into her hair and he grabbed a fistful, tugging her head backwards so her neck was bared and he gained the upper hand. He took that opportunity and latched his mouth against her skin, sucking hard and nipping lightly with his teeth. The little gasps that came from her made him even harder.

‘Was that an advanced payment?’ April managed to say once she found her voice again, but the way Loki was still grasping her hair, causing her scalp to burn in the most delightful way, was highly distracting. Not to mention the way his lips were still worrying her neck, with the odd nip here and there.

‘I guess it could be called that.’ Loki chuckled darkly.

The door suddenly burst open and a woman who worked there popped in. She looked a little startled upon seeing April with someone. ‘Shit. Sorry, Ruby. But he’s here.’

April leapt off Loki’s lap and thanked the girl, who then left.

‘Who’s here?’ Loki asked, trying not to show his disappointment at April leaving his lap.

‘The guy I need to get to. Stefan.’ April said quickly, slipping a small pocket knife into her bra. That made Loki cock an eyebrow in amusement. ‘He’s finally here. Then I can get out of this damn place. You have to leave.’

‘Charming way to speak to a customer. I was here first.’ Loki leaned back in the chair, looking like he wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.

‘Loki, please.’

‘Ohhh, I do like to hear you beg.’ He grinned wickedly.

‘Don’t get used to it.’ She snapped and pointed a whip at him, making him chuckle. ‘Out!’ She then pointed to the door.

Loki sighed, but he reluctantly got up to leave. ‘I think I pity this poor Stefan bloke.’ He winked at April before heading out, making her roll her eyes.

He was going down the corridor when a man walked by, he assumed was Stefan. Loki was so desperate to know what exactly she was up to, in regards to why she wanted Stefan and who she was trying to get to. Why would she go through so much trouble for a personal reason, instead of for money…

Opting instead of going to another girl for release, he pushed his dirty thoughts down and went to the club next door for a drink. He found the girl who was obviously friends with April and asked her to let Ruby know where he was going. 

He wasn’t sure why he decided to stick around, to see her again. But she intrigued him, greatly. Even though she did get on his nerves at the same time.

Loki was on his third double whiskey and coke when April slipped into the bar seat next to him. He didn’t even have to turn his head to know it was her, seeing a petite feminine hand shoot out to grab his drink and down it in one go was tell-tale sign enough it was her.

‘That was my drink.’ He raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. He wasn’t overly surprised to see she had a cut lip and slightly tousled hair. But at least she was wearing clothes now.

April waved her hand at him and got the attention of the barman. ‘Another of what he was having. And a vodka, straight.’

‘Do I dare ask if you got what you wanted?’ Loki asked while they watched the barman make up their drinks.

‘I always get what I want.’

‘If that’s the case, what is your next step, Ruby?’ Loki smirked.

‘Well, I wasn’t going to use my real name, was I?’

‘April isn’t even your real name.’ Loki said quickly. ‘Stop avoiding my question.’

April winked at the barman when he slid their drinks over to them both. She then turned her full attention on Loki while she started sipping her drink, enjoying the burn of the vodka sliding down her throat.

‘Well, I have the information I need. So I am going to go find my guy.’ She moved the glass in circles, making the drink swirl around.

Loki leaned in closer to talk directly into her ear. ‘Who exactly is the guy you are after?’

‘He’s called Alexander Pavlov. Stefan was his sidekick so to say.’

‘Was?’

‘You didn’t think I was going to let him walk out of there alive, did you?’ April laughed, throwing her head back.

‘So not only did the poor guy get sexually frustrated, you also decided to end him before he could get his release?’

‘Correct.’

‘You are one mean woman.’ Loki shook his head and sat back.

A song came on and April downed the rest of her drink quickly, then grabbed Loki’s arm. ‘I love this song. Come dance with me.’ She stood up and tugged him along.

‘I do not dance.’

‘Come on. I’m sure those hips of yours could be deadly on the dancefloor.’ She teased, biting her lower lip in hope of changing his mind.

Loki shrugged, downed his drink too then allowed the infuriating girl to lead him onto the dancefloor. She started moving her hips straight away, letting the music flow through her. She was right about Loki, he could certainly dance when he wanted to.

He was highly distracted when she moved in close to him and turned around, grinding her backside against his front. He gripped her hips and squeezed hard, leaning down towards her ear so she could feel his warm breath against her.

‘Dangerous game, pet.’ He growled.

She turned around and hooked her arms up around his neck, grinning. ‘I do love danger.’

Loki’s eyes darkened as he locked eyes with her. The two of them still moved to the music, but they were only concentrating on one another. That was, until, there was a commotion from the door. The barman was speaking to two men in suits, who were clearly SHIELD agents.

‘He’s over there.’ The barman pointed in Loki’s direction and the two agents made their way through the crowd of people towards him.

‘Well, that is my cue to leave.’ Loki glanced at April then rushed away towards the back exit.

April folded her arms over her chest, pissed off about the interruption. The two agents went by her, she quickly pulled out her knife and slyly stabbed the second agent right in the back. He doubled over in agony when she pulled the knife out from him.

She quickly walked away, muttering ‘One down, one to go.’

Everyone in the club had been so busy dancing and drinking that it took a minute for them to realise there was a man bleeding to death in the middle of the dancefloor. And by that time, April was gone.

Loki rushed out the back exit and made his way down the nearest ally. He kept his hand against his dagger that was in his pocket, in-case he needed to use it.

But he turned down a wrong way and came to a dead end.

‘Shit.’ He hissed.

When he turned to go back, he stopped as one of the agents approached, gun aimed at him.

‘Stop running, Loki. You’re coming in one way or another.’ He hissed.

Loki sighed and put his hands up in defence. ‘Are you going to give me the option of dead or alive? Unlike your so-called colleagues.’

‘Oh no, no option here. I want you in alive. Torture is no fun if you’re dead.’ The agent said and, using his gun, motioned for Loki to start walking with him.

The God gritted his teeth but started walking, hands still up in the air. The barrel of the gun was pressed against his back, that made him keep moving.

When they reached the entrance of the alley, Loki heard a grunting noise then a large thud. The gun was no longer at his back, so he turned around to see the agent on the ground and April stood there holding a large baseball bat.

‘I like his idea of torture. But only if I’m the one giving it out.’ She grinned wickedly, then tossed the bat over her shoulder into a large bin where she’d found it.

‘You really do keep turning up at the right moment.’ Loki said, secretly he was slightly chuffed that she had followed him, but he wouldn’t admit that to her of course.

‘Now you owe me.’ She shrugged and started walking past him, he grabbed her elbow to stop her.

‘I think you’ll find that means we’re even.’

‘No, you owe me.’ She corrected him.

‘You clearly have bad memory.’

‘I remember just perfectly fine, thanks. You were due me a tip.’

‘And you were due me a service.’ Loki countered, with a smug ass grin on his face as he yanked her closer to him.

‘That was just a cover.’ She shrugged. ‘Now, are we getting away from here or not? I’m sure your little friends will be all over this place soon.’ She said, motioning to the agent who was still knocked out unconscious.

Loki nodded in agreement.

‘Let’s go.’

[hmorris0712]

truth or dare~ tyler joseph x reader

truth or dare~ tyler x reader

a/n: ahhh another one for y’all! sorry if it’s cringey, crappy, etc shdhdjsk🤧🤧 but without further adieu, let’s begin 🤪

your p.o.v.

i don’t exactly know how i got here. oh, where is here, you ask? college party at jake’s house. who is jake? i don’t know, my friend jess was the one who convinced me to come here. it’s not that i’m not a party person, i’m game for pretty much anything. i just don’t know many of the people here, at this specific party. but i’m pretty sure i can get to know them within the hours i’m here.

i do know one guy, however. he dropped out a couple months ago, but we all still love him. he’s one of my best friends. he was the star player of the basketball team, he’s super poetic, he has such an angelic voice, he’s a self taught pianist, and he’s just one of the sweetest guys out there. sure, he has his immature boy moments, but he’s an all-around funny and extremely nice guy. his name is tyler, and i may or may not like him as more than a best friend.

so far we’ve played poker, bs, and spin the bottle, which i did not participate in, and neither did tyler. he sat on one of the couches and caught up with one of his friends, brendon i believe is his name.

everyone who’s playing is currently finishing up the last round of spin the bottle. after the last kiss is shared, jake gets up and announces that we’ll be playing truth or dare next. people get up and gather around in a circle on the ground.

“hey (y/n)! you gonna play?” jess asks, patting the open carpet next to her, an invitation for me to sit with her. “you bet i am!” i reply back, happily taking my spot. once everyone is seated, jake starts the game. “alright, here are the rules. when you are asked truth or dare and you answer truth, you have two options: you can either admit the truth of whatever you are asked, or, if you don’t want to spill any tea, drink a shot.” he says right as his brother, will, comes up behind him with a bottle and some shotglasses. everyone laughs and the excitement is already building up for this game.

“if you are dared to do something, you cannot back out of it. no matter how hard you don’t want to do it. it was your risk, so it’s your reward.” he says with a slightly evil smirk. jess leans over and whispers in my ear “i’m so not doing dare.” i let out a small laugh. “bet.” i reply. she laughs along with me. i look straight ahead of me and across the circle is tyler. he sees me and gives a half smirk and raises one eyebrow. “you ready?” he asks. “pff. i was born ready. truth or dare is my game.” i say, flipping my hair off my shoulder to show my confidence. he shrugs. “we’ll see.” he says smugly as he looks back to jake, who’s looking for a person to call on. since he’s essentially the host of the party, he gets to start off each game we play.

his eyes scan the circle. “hmm.....jess!” jess’ eye’s widen. “aw no, i wasn’t ready!” she whisper yells to me, though everyone can hear her, resulting in laughter all around. jake rolls his eyes. “truth or dare?” he asks with a quirked eyebrow. she pauses and thinks for a moment. “truth.” she says mostly confidently. “ooh she wanna spill some dramaaaa.” will says, wiggling his eyebrows. jess rolls her eyes.

“how about...have you ever had any traumatic experiences in your lifetime?” jess pauses to think. “hm...well, i did fall off a ladder and broke my hubris when i was 9.” she replies. tyler’s face contorts in discomfort at the description. jake stares blankly at jess. “what’s a hubris?” jess shakes her head and sighs in disappointment. she points to a part of her forearm. “ohhhh.” jake nods as his eyebrows raise slightly.

a few more people get called on for truth or dare. jordan was just dared to take off his shirt and pants and run down the street in just his underwear screaming the lyrics to that absolutely horrid song by jake paul, its everyday bro.

jordan comes back inside and immediately grabs his shirt and pants and flips brendon off, who was the one who dared him to do it, no surprise.

jordan sits back down and immediately calls on someone for truth or dare, like he had a specific person in mind. “truth or dare (y/n)?” wha-me? alright then.

“i’ll do truth.” i reply with no sign of fear in my voice, my nerves aren’t even on edge. this game puts me at rest and brings me to life at the same time and i have no idea how.

“who’s your crush?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows once again. i scoff and reach for the shotglass as soon as he finishes that sentence. “oh no, you won’t be hearing that one out of me, sorry folks.” i say as i down the shot in one second.

“awh but that’s boring (y/n).” tyler complaines. i swallow the liquid and place the shotglass on the table behind me, never breaking eye contact with him. “alright then. truth or dare, tyler?” i ask, still looking at him confidently. “dare.” he replies not a second after the words leave my mouth. i raise my eyebrows, as do jess and jake, at his sudden burst of competitiveness. alright, alright. i see you.

“okay. i dare you to kiss the most attractive person in this room.” i say with a smirk. collective oooooh’s can be heard all around me. tyler’s eyes widen briefly at my words, which make my smirk grow. i mentally high five myself. “got him.” i whisper in jess’ ear.

however, my smirk fades as i see him get closer. to me. and it’s not like he’s slowly inching towards me, no, he’s moving quickly. but for me it’s all happening in slow motion, as cliche and cheesy as that sounds.

before i know it his hands are on my cheeks and his lips crash onto mine, and i only just now realize how long i’ve wanted this. multiple people gasp at the sudden turn of events. to my dismay however, the kiss only lasts for a brief few seconds. he breaks the kiss and looks at me directly in the eyes, hands still on my face. “joke’s on you.” he mumbles before letting go and retreating back to his spot. some of our friends just sit there, eyes wide open, while others laugh their heads off, and the rest are ooohing and/or awwing. tyler winks at me once he’s sitting down again. i can feel my cheeks burning up, no need to tell me. and he must have noticed, because his smirk grows increasingly, and he chuckles along with his friends.

okay first of all, what the heck.

second of all, what the heck.

jess looks at me with her jaw dropped and elbows me in the arm. “dude. you just got kissed by your crush. do you realize how extremely RARE of an occasion that is?.” “shh he’s right there!” i whisper yell back at her. i look over at them to see brendon giving tyler a fist bump. the guys offer tyler the bottle, but he politely refuses and pushes it away. brendon shrugs and takes a swig for himself before passing the bottle back to jake.

the party continues for hours more and everyone’s still having a great time. it’s pretty late, around 11 o’clock to be specific, so i briefly excuse myself from the party to take a walk outside around the neighborhood. i walk for a while trying to sort through my thoughts. does tyler like...like me like me? or was that just for the dare? i mean, he’s my best friend. he probably doesn’t like me like that. like, there are definitely a lot of girls who are much prettier than i am for him to take. ugh, i’m overthinking this aren’t i?

after what i assume has been about fifteen minutes, i decide to head back. when i reach jake’s front yard, i see a figure exiting the front door and walking towards me. although i can only see his silhouette, i’ve seen him enough to know it’s tyler. a small smile adorns his face when he sees me. we both stop under one of the trees in the yard.

“they told me you’d be out here.” he says, looking around at all the houses hiding under the cloak of the night. “i just needed some fresh air, y’know?” i explain. he nods. we lean against the tree in a slightly awkward, yet slightly comfortable silence. eventually tyler pulls the bottle we used earlier for truth or dare from behind his back with a smirk. “wanna play?” he asks, eyes sparkling. wait, how are they sparkling? it’s like...really dark out here, there’s no light to reflect off of his eyes.

oh well.

i return the gesture and give a half smirk. “you know it.” i say, taking the bottle from him. “alright, i’ll go first. truth or dare?” i ask. “truth.” he says, his calm and kind eyes never leaving mine. i think for a few seconds. “what’s your least favorite time of day?” “anytime i’m not eating.” he says with a small laugh. i laugh as well. “you’re such a boy.” “well what do you expect? i’m still technically a teenager, plus food is amazing!” he defends.

i raise one eyebrow at him. “okay one, yes food is amazing, i can’t disagree with that. two, you’re a young adult, that’s different from a teen. just because ‘eighteen’ ends in ‘teen’ doesn’t mean you’re still a teen.” i argue. he rolls his eyes. “whatever (y/n), i think it’s my turn. truth or dare?” “dare.” i reply boldly, folding my arms over my chest. “wow i can just feel the confidence radiating off of you right now.” i slap his arm. “just give me a dare already ty.” he laughs a bit more before speaking. “i dare you to make eye contact with me for five minutes straight.”

i furrow my eyebrows. “wait like, i look into your eyes and you look into mine? for five minutes? like no breaks?” i ask. he pulls out his phone. “yep. i’ll set a timer.” “wait can i blink?” i ask quickly. he holds in a laugh. “yes, you can blink. i don’t think it’s actually possible for someone to not blink for five minutes. if there is, please prove me wrong and bring me the guinness book of world records.” he says as his thumbs tap away at his phone, setting a five minute timer. when he finishes he looks up at me. “ready?” “i mean no, i’m horrible when it comes to eye contact but whatever it’s a dare let’s go.” i ramble. he smiles.

“alright three, two, one, aaand start.” he says as he presses start on the timer and puts his phone back in his pocket, eyes immediately falling on mine and staying there.

it’s not every day you get the chance to stare at your crush’s eyes for five consecutive minutes. and even though it’s dark, as the seconds fly by i’m able to see more and more detail in his eyes. i realize for the first time that they aren’t just a brown, they’re more of an oakwood mixed with evergreen leaves and little tiny flecks of gold scattered throughout, giving his eyes their honey-like glow. and his eyelashes are ridiculously long, like it’s unfair how beautiful they are.

“your have really pretty eyes.” i blurt out without realizing, mentally kicking myself for saying that out loud. a smile slowly forms on his face as he shakes his head. “your eyes are the most gorgeous things i’ve ever seen.” he says sincerely. i feel my cheeks heat up slightly, but at least it’s dark so he can’t see. why do i keep getting these weird feelings in my stomach? it’s like a freaking tornado in there.

“they’re really not though. i mean, have you even seen your eyelashes?” i counter. “oh i have, trust me. they’re really nothing special. just kinda long that’s all.” “exactly my point! it’s not fair.” i pout slightly. “i’ll tell you what’s not fair. what’s not fair is for someone to be allowed to be as beautiful as you are.” he points at me.

my heart rate speeds up. “really?” i squeak out in a hopeful tone. he smiles and nods a little. “really. you’re extremely cute as well.” “okay now you’re just flattering me, stop it.” i say, trying to cover up the fact that i’m freaking out over a few words. he smiles. god i love that smile. i study his eyes once more. has he gotten closer to me?

my own question is answered as i watch him, slowly seeing him inch his face closer to mine, eyes still never leaving mine, our gazes locked on each other. why is it suddenly getting harder to breathe? man, i need to go catch my breath real quick, brb.

“h-have i ever told you i that like you?” he says, voice barely above a whisper, trying hard not to look away from me. my breath hitches in my throat and the heat rushes to my face. one cause being i can feel his breath on my face, and the other being oh my god. he likes me. he *likes* me. like he *likes me* likes me. i-i’m sorry, but you’ll have to come back later, i’ll be in my coffin. peace out.

“uh n-no, you haven’t.” “well, i do.” he says it as if it’s completely normal. i swear my heart actually stops for a second. with his eyes still on mine, he blindly reaches for my hand and finds it perfectly on the first try. he laces our fingers together. “i like you too tyler.” i reply, making his smile grow a billion times bigger. i can tell he wants to look down at our hands, but...he kinda did this to himself.

“is it weird that i wanna kiss you right now?” he says, leaning in so his nose is touching mine. god, why does he have to freaking do this to me? i inhale, trying to keep my breathing steady. “well no. but, you can’t because our five minutes aren’t up yet.” i say smirking. he narrows his eyes. “touché.”

a few seconds later his alarm finally goes off. he reaches into his pocket with his free hand and presses stop on the alarm. “see that wasn’t so bad now, was it?” i laugh and look down at the ground. when i raise my head up again i’m met with a soft pair of eyes looking at me longingly, making my heart melt on the spot. i realize that once again, tyler’s managed to get his face closer to mine.

and it just keeps getting closer and closer until he finally closes the gap between us completely. i smile against his lips, feeling...happy. safe. loved. happy knowing that my feelings weren’t unrequited. safe knowing that it’s tyler. loved knowing that no matter what happens, he’ll always love and protect me with his whole being, because that’s just the kind of person he is. and i wouldn’t change it for the world.

~end~

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Surround You (Jeremy Heere x Reader Pt 7)

Song: Surround You by Echosmith

Need to Catch Up? PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

Want More? PART 8 PART 9 PART 10 PART 11 PART 12 PART 13 PART 14 PART 15 PART 16  PART 17 PART 18  PART 19

A/N: Yay yay yay!! This night is finally over!!! Ahhh it took me so long, but I’m glad to finally have it finished! Part 8 is currently in the works, I had an idea for it recently so wowser, draft one is almost done! I also just want to like,,, thank everyone for the hype and feedback again??? Oh my goodness??? It makes me so happy to see people enjoying it??? Like some have said that these are their favorite parts and honestly??? The entire fic was built around this??? And seriously??? This idea has been in my head for over a year because I had to have an escape route and it just happened to be one of my guy friends that I trusted hella so,,, Anyways, I hope you enjoy this part, the next one will be up soon! 

Taglist: @retrogarden @scarsonthecuffsofyourjeans @be-more-heidi-hansen @bluhimaweirdo 

Trigger Warnings: mentions of an abusive boyfriend, cuts, mentions of abuse,

“Got it, Jeremy. Let me know when you’re ready to go. I won’t say a word, no matter what. I’ll keep the bathroom light on so I don’t accidentally fall asleep.”

“Thank you, dad.” Jeremy said, a smile finally emerging from the corners of his mouth.

“Anytime, Jeremy.”

Mr. Heere let Jeremy through and heard him rush down the stairs.

As awkward and terrible as that conversation with his dad was, Jeremy was glad that he finally had a plan. He also realized that he could make as much noise as he wanted or needed to. It was almost as if all high stakes were gone for a minute. Everything was now just a little bit easier for both him and you, which was his original goal in the first place. He got down to the middle level of his house and stood at the top of the basement stairs.

He got memories of when he was a little kid and afraid of the basement. Now that he was somewhat an adult, he was ironically still scared of the basement. Not because he was worried there was a monster or something, but because he was nervous about helping you. As much as he could follow the rules and advice from both Rich and his dad, Jeremy could still fail. You could make it home, but still be in danger. He didn’t want you to be stuck somewhere; he didn’t want this moment of calm between you two to end. Taking a breath and wiping his eyes of any excess tears, Jeremy quietly made his way down the stairs.

When he got to the bottom, he witnessed you on your phone once again. It’s not like he could blame you, though. While it looked like you were texting, he could never be too sure. You could be looking up resources to help you get out of this situation. You could even be on the phone with the police or getting your hands on a possible lawyer to get a restraining order. He just hoped that you weren’t texting your boyfriend.

But you couldn’t be texting that asshole. There was no panic to you, at least not anymore. You were calmly typing away. No tears, no visible pain, but just…you. He almost wanted to walk back up the stairs and leave you be for the night. Your face was only slightly lit from the blue light from your phone; making only your brightest features shine. Jeremy swore in that moment that he’d never seen a more delicate sight. He swallowed hard, making sure not to startle you.

“Hey,” he gave a smile, “I have the first aid kit.”

You looked at him, a little bit of light shining in your eyes. However, this time, it wasn’t from the dull glow from your phone. It was genuine, he could tell. You mirrored his smile before your eyes scanned him up and down. Jeremy wanted to drink in this moment, this basic conversation that seemed so quiet, so secluded from the rest of the world. He took a step forward and opened the kit. You didn’t watch him carefully, instead you made room beside you so he could sit down. Your demeanor had changed, it was almost like it was just you two being friends and had played video games much longer than your curfew. The silence crept in and stayed, almost a comfort to each person in the basement. The actions were similar to a typical Friday night, as if the events from before hadn’t happened at all.

As he sat down, you turned your back to Jeremy so that he could examine the cut. Based off of tonight, this was not typical behavior. Normally, you’d watch him, watch his hands, muscles tense and fear radiating off of your body. But this was different. You were as comfortable as he was, which was shocking for both of you. And Jeremy knew in this moment, something special was going on.  

Looking at the cut again, he noticed that it was low enough for him to reach without violating your privacy. But of course, Jeremy needed to ask because it would be more than rude or creepy to just go for it. Plus, he didn’t want to violate any more rules that night. “Can I lift this up a little to look at the mark?”

“Sure, Jeremy. I trust you.”

He nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. The lanky boy set the kit on the floor next to him and held a cleaning wipe in his right hand. His hand shook as he lifted up the back of your shirt, careful not to touch you any more than he needed to.

The moment he lifted the fabric, even the little bit he had to, he saw red marks covering your back. They were marks he’d never seen before, each of them small round circles or almost fat crescents. His eyes scanned for the one that was bleeding and found it almost immediately. It was deeper than the others and still oozing the slightest amount of blood. It wasn’t on your spine, thank goodness, but rather too close for comfort. His fingers grazed over the bleeding cut. “This is going to sting,” he said, hoping that those words weren’t entirely true. Jeremy didn’t want to hurt you any more, but this was the only way to clean the cut enough so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

“I’m just going to swab down your cuts. Nothing more. Maybe some gauze in a few minutes.”

“Got it.”

Jeremy moved gently once again. He placed the cold wipe onto your skin, just barely grazing the cut before you practically yelped and flinched away from him. He jumped back as well, fear coursing through his veins. You relaxed as quickly as you jumped up. The teenager could hear the smile in your voice as you spoke: “I didn’t think it’d be so cold or sting that much. Sorry for jumping like that.” The smile faded by the time you got to your apology.

Your apologizing almost seemed like a reflex. After all the times you’d said you were sorry tonight, he could only imagine how often you said it around your boyfriend. He wondered how often those apologies meant nothing to your boyfriend and somehow everything to you. There was some darkness lingering in the back of his mind; saying that your boyfriend dismissed your apologies as he would with a fly in the room or a face passing by in a crowd. The grimace that Jeremy had seen many times before appeared in his mind. How many times had you apologized tot hat face? How many times had you meant every “sorry” you uttered, but he meant absolutely none of them? How many times were you ignored, hell even your basic needs ignored because he stood in the way of them?

The lanky boy realized how long it had been since he’d said something and decided to say something so your apology to a completely natural reaction was accounted for. “It’s totally okay.”

He tried cleaning the cut again, this time placing his hand near the mark so the cold wipe wouldn’t catch you by surprise again. His hand with the wipe moved gently across your skin, careful not to disturb the gash any more than he needed to. Jeremy stopped cleaning after about five minutes. Without all the dried blood around it, the mark actually looked at lot better. But just to be safe, he decided to cover it with gauze to get a more sealed finish. If your parents found out about this, he was sure he’d never get to see you again. He shuddered at that thought. As soon as he was done, he opened his mouth to speak, but you beat him to the punch.

“Those are from kicks,” You spoke a little softer than before. “I didn’t think they’d get this bad.” He could hear a chuckle in your voice, but wasn’t sure why you were laughing. Maybe it was aa way of coping with the truth. And in that moment, all of those questions from before were answered: Too many times had your apologies and basic needs meant nothing to him.

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so Jeremy just stayed quiet for a second. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, still concentrating on opening the cleaning cloth. He waited a second, trying not to get extremely angry at the words you’d just uttered and the answer to his questions he didn’t have the heart to ask you. He’d just processed the words, but knew that getting angry now was not the ideal. Not like he did before, at least. He decided that maybe instead of bringing up your boyfriend again, he’d give you a warning. He spoke a second later, keeping his cool as much as he could. “All right, I’m done.”

“Thank you again, Jeremy. For everything tonight. I should probably get going, though,” you said, turning to put your newly bandaged back onto Jeremy’s couch, your profile just as beautiful to the awkward boy as looking at your entire face. In that moment, Jeremy swore you didn’t have a bad angle.

“About that,” Jeremy started, his eyes immediately beelining for the ground. “Is it okay if my dad drives your car and I drive you home? That way, you don’t have to face your parents and stay away from driving. Plus, if you need to hide in a hurry, you can do that. Or like if your boyfriend notices your car, it’ll be my dad driving and not you.”

You smiled, your eyes shining brighter than the fullest of moons. “That’s a great idea. Where’d you come up with that?”

Jeremy sat for a second, thinking over how exactly he came up with that plan. He wasn’t sure, so he decided to jokingly make something up. “You know, I’ve been trying to get past this Bioshock level, maybe I was in a puzzle solving mindset. Michael has been trying to get me to beat it for weeks, but I haven’t been able to.”

Your eyes clouded over with confusion for a second. “Michael—isn’t he the boy that wears the red hoodie that has like Pacific Northwest vibes? And he loves music? Wears sick headphones that are sometimes white?”

“That’s him! He’s my best friend,” Jeremy paused. “Yeah, he’s been with me through everything.”

“Oh right. Something happened at the play Junior year. I don’t know a lot about it, but I’m happy Michael was there for you.”

“Yeah.” He gave an awkward smile, his shoulders almost reaching the corners of his mouth. There was a silence between you two for a second, before you looked at Jeremy sharply, a smile painting your features.

“Where did Michael get his Pacific Northwest vibe?” You asked, not breaking eye contact with Jeremy.

“Well, this one time we played Life is Strange and that’s when he started saying ‘hella’ and basically became Chloe Price, but maybe less punk rock and family issue driven.”

Your smile somehow got wider at his answer. “I love it and honestly support it.”

Jeremy noticed that you looked at your phone right after that, the time reading 2:45 in the morning. He had to get you home soon, that was for sure. As much as he loved these moments with you; moments of seemingly infinite bliss and beauty, they had to end. For some reason, during this time with you, it felt like the world couldn’t lay a finger on either of you. It felt like everything was as it should be, it felt simple. It felt like that domestic life that Jeremy for some reason craved with you. It felt right.

“Shit is it really almost 3? I promised an hour, Jeremy. I’m sorry, it’s been almost 2.” You said, cheeks completely flushing of color.

“Hey, you made my night more interesting, and even gave me a valid excuse as to why I didn’t finish that Bioshock level.”

“But—”

“Really, it’s fine. It was an emergency, you needed help. Your time here is completely fine and valid. We’re friends, it’s what friends do for one another. You could stay here for a year, and I would be happy just have your company around here,” Jeremy blushed at the end. “But you probably should get going, I do want you to sleep even just a little bit in your own bed. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, Jeremy.”

The teen walked upstairs and got his dad. Mr. Heere kept his promise and had managed to stay awake to drive your car to your house. You were escorted to Jeremy’s car while his dad took your keys. Your hood was up once again, to hide anything you could from Jeremy’s dad. Going out to the car was surprisingly easy, they just needed to keep their eyes aware of any figures in the dark. Jeremy even opened the door for you, and stepped around to the other side of the car. He didn’t miss his dad’s knowing smile before climbing in, though.

The drive was surprisingly short and almost peaceful. Almost peaceful because Jeremy kept his eye out for your boyfriend or his car, making sure to signal if you should duck your head down under the glove compartment just in case. But it was nice, no traffic, no one was around. It kept the illusion of being untouchable by anyone else, the illusion of privacy alive. The streetlight glowed lovingly every so often, illuminating the wonderful person that sat in the passenger seat of Jeremy’s car. He could tell that you were falling asleep, your head falling on the window every so often. Yeah, good thing you didn’t drive. Jeremy sighed and looked at the road ahead of him once again.

Jeremy couldn’t get the sadness out of his head, the small cloud of darkness from before looming darker and closer. He got to go home and sleep peacefully. Where he was safe. You on the other hand, had to go to bed and face the cold reality of the night. While the he wanted to help, he couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t. It was just like the SQUIP incident and him. You needed to face this head on and probably alone. If not alone, then with mental health professionals who could do a hell of a lot more than he could. They’d helped him with his situation, he only imagined they could do the same for you.

When you got to your house, he noticed tears streaming down your face again. He wordlessly walked you to your door and hugged you before letting you walk into your home, safe for the night.

He drove with his dad home, the car being silent the entire way. And while before, the silence would be absolutely driving the two of them insane, this was more of a relaxed or sleepy silence. The car ride seemed to go faster, Mr. Heere finally driving the speed limit instead of 5 under like he had with your car.

It wasn’t until Jeremy’s dad stopped in their driveway before he said something. “I know that I have no idea about this friend, but something tells me that you really care about them and genuinely help them. Did you end up using the gauze?”

“Yeah,” Jeremy said, his eyes still looking at his lap. He turned up, neck craning only slightly, to face his dad. “Thanks for the tip.”

“You’re welcome. Now, let’s go inside and get some good sleep, yeah? It’s already 3:23.”

The two climbed out of the car and locked it before entering the dark house and each going into their own rooms.

As soon as Jeremy shut his door, tears of relief flooded out of his eyes. He had no idea how he had managed to pull off keeping you safe, but he did it. Fuck, he did it. He got into his sweats, tears still escaping at a constant rate. Jeremy sat on his bed, the only light in his room being the moon, and put his head in his hands.

God you didn’t deserve this. Any of it. And in that moment, Jeremy made a promise to himself. He was going to help you in whatever way he could, and never ever let your boyfriend get away with this.

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check(mate)

“You know Y/N... The pieces are on the chessboard, not on my crotch.”

Summary: Taehyung would do anything for you to give him a chance. After being rejected, the only chance he had was to win a chess game against you - the chess club president.

Pairing: Taehyung x FemReader. Genre: Smut • School!AU  | Warnings: taehyung being a little tease.  A/N: Hey! I’m back. I’m feeling a little rusty, but I really wanted this image of my bias playing chess out of my head. Chess can be hot too, ladies and gentleman. Hope you like it.♥ Words: 4.5k

“Hey, Y/N.”

You looked up at him only for a second before returning your attention to your book.

Taehyung frowned, nervously playing with his fingers under the table.

It felt worse than that familiar anxiety minutes before a match. A mixture of excitement and fear was making his hands sweat, as if he had never asked a girl for a date before - which he had, a lot.  Maybe Jimin was right and this was a terrible idea: you were not what it was called an ‘easy target’. But he was already there sitting in front of you at the school’s library and there was no turning back now. He cleared his throat and glanced at the chess book you were reading, “How’s your chess club doing?”

Facing him again, you narrowed your eyes in suspicion. “Since when do you care?”

Truth was he couldn't care less about your stupid chess club - the only interesting thing about it was that you were its president. “You’re right, I don’t care,” he admitted. “But… maybe you can teach me how to play sometime?”

A ‘bang’ interrupted the library’s silence when you closed your book loudly and glared at him, “Ha-Ha. What do you want Kim Taehyung?”

Okay, that was it. After all those days watching you from afar at the school canteen, he had to say it just once. He chose the same words he used with many girls before: “Well… I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me? We can do something you lik-”

“Go out, like a date?”

He gulped under your judging stare, “Yeah, like a date.”

It turned out even more awkward than he imagined. The corner of your mouth lifted up as you stood up from your seat and gathered your books, “Kim Taehyung, the only thing you can date is your hand, a ball, or your team of idiots.”

And just like that, the Bangtan’s School volleyball team captain was rejected for the first time.

It was not a surprise, a part of him expected you to react like that: the relationship between his team and your nerd club was not the best since the beginning - and the both of you were now in your last year.  He did not blame you, they could sometimes act like idiots, unlike those sophisticated guys you seemed to enjoy being around. Like Kim Namjoon, your club’s vice president and your personal ass kisser who followed you like a puppy.

Well, you two were definitely ‘different species’, like Yoongi said a week later. “Forget about her, dude. That bitch thinks she’s smarter than all of us just because she moves some pieces on a board.”

“Yeah, I bet she’s fuckin’ that weirdo that follows her everywhere.” Jin stuffed his mouth with french fries, “That dimple boy.”

Jimin cringed, “Dimple boy? No way.”

“You should date Soo Young,” Yoongi continued, “she’s hot and she’s obsessed with you since first grade. I would ask her out if I were you.”

Taehyung instinctively glanced at Lee Soo Young, who was eating her lunch a few tables away. His friend was not wrong, she was a nice view indeed - with her red hair and plump lips - and she would be willing to date him anytime.  He pursed his lips as his eyes travelled across the canteen again, until they landed on your face. Your hair was shorter, your grey uniform was as neat as always, and you were having fun with something ‘dimples’ said, ignoring the dark pair of eyes admiring you in silence. Why couldn’t you have fun with something he said? He could see you beyond that boring club you loved. Couldn’t you see him beyond his team uniform?

Jungkook snapped his fingers, “Stop staring at her, it’s creepy.”

“Yeah, we need you focused on the practise today, Cap.”

The damn practise. The last thing on his mind was the practice unless it included you. He rubbed his eyes and a long sigh escaped from his lips.

Practise consisted in three steps that Coach Han loved to repeat again and again: warming up, shots and training match. The good thing was that thanks to the incredible nice weather, the warming up would be outside - surrounded by fresh air, grass, birds and the girl’s field hockey team practise which was Hoseok’s favourite view since he had a crush on its goalkeeper. For Taehyung, it was just another day leading the group across the court and setting the pace for a good warming up session. 

Perhaps dating Soo Young was not that bad idea, he thought while running in full speed. His self-esteem was lower than usual after your rejection, and maybe - just maybe, the pretty redhead could help him with that. Did that make him a bad person? Because despite her looks, he never really liked Soo Young. He sighed, and stopped - panting for breath. He took off the headband from his forehead and wiped the sweat from his face with it.  

 Coach Han clapped his hands and shouted, “Shots! NOW!”

Lee Soo Young jumped from her seat two days later, squealing with excitement because the guy she had always wanted had finally asked her out. Soon the whole school knew that the redhead from Class 4C was the new Kim Taehyung’s conquest.

If only they knew. If only you knew.

The news spread like a virus, and you heard them too - from some random girl mumbling how Taehyung was way too handsome for someone like her.  

“You think Taehyung would take me on a date? I’m better than SooSoo.” the girl said to her friend as she scrolled down on her phone. What was it about Taehyung that everybody loved? More than a week had passed since your encounter at the library, and it still seemed surreal. What did he want from you? If he liked Soo Young why would he try his luck with you of all people?

 Soo Young did not ask herself the reason of their sudden date, but that next Friday she waited for Taehyung at the coffee shop after school like he told her. She was still wearing her uniform, but she had applied some makeup on her face at the bathroom before leaving. She picked a table and ordered water, glancing at her phone and wondering if her date finished his practise later than expected.

Unfortunately for her, her date was running through the south hallway at school, looking for an specific door before it was too late - before he dated some other girl and tried to forget about you again.

The Chess Club door was the last one. There was no one there, because let’s be honest: your club was not the most popular one, it had only seven members including you. Taehyung sighed in relief, knocking on the door and praying for you to open it fast before someone could see him standing there.

“The club is closed!”

Closed? He recognized your voice shouting from the other side of the door.

“It’s Kim Taehyung!”

It took you a few more seconds to open the door and appear in front of him with a frown twisting your features, “What are you doing here?”

“Are you sure you are not interested in me? I need to know.”

Your eyes opened wide and your jaw fell. “I heard you already have your girl so, what’s the point?”

“I don’t have a girl, I just...” he rubbed his eyes and tilted his head back in frustration, “If you say yes then I don’t need other girl.”

“That’s why you’re dating Soo Young now?”

“I’m no- Wait, does it bother you?”

You tried to close the door again but his hand stopped you, “Y/N, please. I’d do anything. If you tell me to leave now, I’m not asking you again.”

“You’re so dramatic. ”

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and buried his hands in the pockets of his grey pants. He did not have an simple reason why he liked you that much, he just knew. You just know those things. He stared at some random spot above you and spoke, avoiding your gaze, “Every time I enter a room I look for your face because I want to see you, it just… It just happened, ok? I don’t choose who to like! You feel… different, and I want to know you more. Is that so wrong?”

Afraid to look at you again, he waited for you to say something - and hoped you would not shut the door in his face.

“Okay,” you breathed.

Okay? He arched his eyebrow and finally met your eyes. You were leaning against the door, with your arms folded on your chest. “I’ll give you only one chance, Kim Taehyung. Let’s play chess. If you lose, you’ll leave me alone. If you win, you can take me on a date with you.”

He was about to say he had no idea of how to play chess. He barely remembered some moves his father had taught him ages ago. You would certainly win. You were challenging him because you knew you would, and he would be forced to leave you alone after that.

Things would be so different on a volleyball court. 

He sighed, glancing at the clock on his phone screen. He was thirty minutes late to his date. What was he expecting? That you would say yes just like that before falling into his arms? However, you were offering him a chance (a very small one) instead of saying no this time. Something had changed.  

“Deal.”

He had never been inside your club, because there was no reason for a volleyball player to be there, but it was no surprise that the white classroom looked as clean and neat as you. A big calendar was hanging on the wall, with a date circled in red: ‘02/05 Scholastic Chess Tournament!’

You told him the truth before, the club was closed since the extracurricular activities had already finished. You were cleaning, there were boxes piled on a corner next to a broom.  

He watched you place a chessboard on a small table with two chairs on its sides. He pictured you usually practicing right there when you were with your fellow members. Your fingers carefully moved the pieces to their respective squares, which formed an elegant mixture of black and white.

Once the two of you were facing each other across the table, the game was ready to begin.

He chose the black pieces, so you would play with the white ones.

He convinced himself - he could do it. Or well, try.

Twenty minutes later, you were effortlessly winning. The only thing he knew was that pawns moved only one square forward at a time, and that the Bishop moved diagonally. In twenty more minutes or less, he would be done - and far away from you. You were enjoying it, a proud smirk decorated your pretty face as you expertly moved your pieces. You had a spark in your eyes he had never seen before, and it was beautiful. The same spark he had when the ball hit the floor every time he scored a point.

“Thinking of giving up?” you mocked him.

He smirked. “Never.”   

You captured his Knight with your pawn. All of your white pieces were still on the board when his black ones kept being captured every turn, and Taehyung knew defeat was inevitable.

Until an involuntary movement while adjusting himself on his seat caused his foot to touch yours. It was a very small contact that made you glance under the table for a second before returning your attention to the game again, confused.

But little did you know that for Taehyung, it was his ticket to success.

He had to test that again. Smiling to himself, his long fingers placed the Queen a few squares backwards, not really knowing what he was doing. Then, it was your turn.

He raised his foot on purpose this time, the tip of his shoe traced an invisible line up on your calf.

Oh God, you looked so uncomfortable. You shook your leg and glanced under the table again, but his foot had stopped and rested innocently on the floor. You pressed your lips into a thin line, maybe wondering if it was just your imagination. Then you realized you still had a piece in your hand but you could not remember what you were planning to do with it.

You whined quietly and simply moved a pawn.

Bingo. If he distracted you long enough, you would fail and maybe give him a chance to win.

He bit his lower lip when it was your turn again. He decided to move his foot a little higher, as much as his long legs allowed him. He thought he could do it when his foot found your knee and then-

“What do you think you’re doing?!” you snapped, dragging your chair away from the table and letting your white piece fall from your hand.

Taehyung shrugged. “Strategy.”

“Are you trying to make me lose the game by teasing me under the table? That’s your strategy?”

“It would be more effective if you came a little closer.”

“You’re such an idiot, I’m wasting my time here.” You stood up, “We’re done.”

“Oh, so you lose.”

You laughed. “Are you blind? I won. You just have a few pieces left, there’s nothing you can do with that.”

“If you get up from that chair, you’ll be the one giving up. You lose.”

Your clenched fists turned your knuckles white because of the pressure as you darted a poisonous look at your opponent. “Right.”

You returned to your seat, but stayed away from Taehyung’s legs. Your proud smirk had faded away and instead, you were biting your lower lip so hard he thought it would eventually bleed.

Your Rook captured another one of his pawns and he cursed you under his breath. At that distance there was no way he could touch you in any form. He was running out of pieces and chances.

Before moving a piece, he eyed you from head to toe one last time, your features, your white shirt just like his, your grey skirt, your bare legs…

Okay, Plan B.

“Let’s play a game.” he announced.

“We are playing a game, Taehyung.”

“We followed your rules and I agreed,” he spitted, clasping two fingers around his tie an quickly loosening it. In a blink, the tie was on the floor and a mischievous grin was plastered on his face, “Now you’ll follow mine.”

“Your rules?” your eyebrows raised as you pointed your finger at his tie on the floor.

“I’ll take off one item of my clothes each time you capture one of my few pieces left. It’s up to you if you want to win and see me naked - which I’ll understand if you want to - or if you want to give up and date me.”

“You wouldn’t dare.” “Try me.”

 If a little touch of his foot made you uncomfortable, he wished you could see your expression when he took off his grey jacket, then his shoes, then his socks and then his shirt with every black piece you captured.

Amused, he watched you struggle to stay focused on the board and not on his tan chest. Why did it look so good? Besides, you had never noticed his tiger necklace before: the silver chain popped on his golden skin.

You moved your piece but avoided capturing one of his.

“Would dating me be so bad?” he pouted.

Your eyes found his and inevitably fell on his chest, and he watched you gulp, “I had never considered it before. I never thought you were serious.”

“Can’t you see me trying here? I’m dead serious.”

How couldn’t you when you had him almost naked right in front of you? You fixed your sight on the board again, your hand hovering over your white Bishop before capturing another one of his pieces, “Check.”

Your victorious grin lasted only a few seconds until you realized that Taehyung was pulling down the zipper of his pants - the fabric rolled down his legs until the floor. “Please stop undressing asshole, it’s embarrassing” you mumbled.

“You can always lose and I’ll get dress again.”

 Lose? You were not a loser, were you? You kept your eyes down while he sat on his chair again and spread his legs as if he was at comfort of the gym dressing room. You could not help but to glance at the growing bulge inside his black boxers, wondering which part of the game aroused him enough to be that hard. “You know Y/N,” he said, “The pieces are on the chessboard, not on my crotch.”

“Can you shut up?”

“What, you wanna see it? Is this turning you on, Y/N?” he pushed his last Knight forward as a bait for her Queen.

You were hesitating, your finger caressed the only one piece standing in your way to checkmate and he did the same with the waistband of his boxers - his silent warning for you. “I’m not responsible for what happens if you claim checkmate.” he added.

“Are you challenging me now?”

“I’ve been challenging you for the last forty minutes.”

You were players after all. True, you were ‘different species’ like Yoongi said, but the both of you loved the challenge of a good game. And you loved winning.

You pressed your finger on your Queen. The only thing you had to do, was to capture his Knight. Checkmate.

Just one checkmate.

Your eyes danced between the board and Taehyung, every part of Taehyung. You forgave his Knight’s life and moved your Queen just one square backwards.  “We can call it a tie.”

He raised his eyebrows and folded his arms on his chest. “A tie? Wow, I didn’t know you were a coward.” He bit his lip, “It’s my turn to move now, then.”

  Taehyung stood up from his seat and leaned forward, placing his hands on the chessboard and causing all the pieces to fall to the floor. “Say checkmate, come on. You don’t want to win?”

His face was so close to yours you could smell his cologne and see the veins popping from his neck. Your eyes looked for his but his dark orbs were focused on your lips when they parted and said: “Checkm-”

Kiss.

He had never tasted something like your lips. You had probably drank some sweet coffee before the game, because he swore he could savor the sugar on your lips every time they moved against his with no hesitation. Have you thought about kissing him before? He liked to think you did or maybe you were just lost in the moment, because you were as eager as he was

Your fingers traced a line from his jaw to his ear before burying them in his hair.

“What-” he mumbled in your mouth, “What were you saying?” “I think I’m letting you win, Taehyung.”

With a satisfied smirk plastered on his face, he patted the chessboard and motioned you to take a seat on it. He helped you to do it until your legs were hanging over the edge of the table as he placed his hands on the sides of your face and kissed you again - drawing circles with his thumb on your cheeks.

You just had to lower your sight just a little to see his erection begging for attention under the fabric of his boxers.

“Why are you so hard? We played chess, you always said chess is boring.” you breathed in his ear.

“It is boring. I guess watching you kicking my ass and being all smart turns me on.”

Your teeth brushed as the both of you smiled at the same time before pressing your lips together again one more time.

“Can we skip the date just for today and fuck?”

“Weeell, you won.”

Was that a yes? Because he took it as one. He covered your neck with kisses while his long fingers unbuttoned your shirt with the same ease as he did with his own minutes before. You hummed at the touch of his fingertips grazing your skin with every button he released all the way down - until your shirt ended on the floor with the rest of his clothes.

 “Oh no, no,” he shook his head when your fingers searched for the waistband of his boxers. He stepped away from you and grabbed his red tie from the floor, “you caused too many problems today with those fingers and your fuckin’ pieces.”

In a second, the tie was tied around your wrists and your hands were now useless against your back. Taehyung observed his work proudly before kneeling on the floor and spreading your legs wider. He pulled your ass closer to the edge of the table and rolled up your skirt. His length twitched when his eyes met the wet patch ruining your white panties, your particular scent filling his senses and urging him to touch you.

He was not the only one aroused by all this after all: the smart, serious girl he admired from afar was now blushed, tied, and ruining her underwear because of him. Your breasts kept slightly bouncing up and down inside your bra with every erratic breath you took and it was beautiful.

He licked his lips and rolled your underwear down until he heard it fall onto the floor. What would he do to you first? Hell, he had thought about you like this too many times to count. Having you like this, as excited as he was, looked like one of his dreams. Your thighs were quivering on the sides of his face and slyly pushing him even closer, waiting for his touch. Instead, two of his fingers entered his mouth before circling his tongue around them.

He caressed your folds, you were so wet it was ridiculous to think you had rejected him before. “Are you going to take my cock well, Y/N? I begged so much for you. Will you beg for me to fuck you now?”

You felt his fingers pressed against your entrance, rubbing up and down until you answered. You simply nodded, unable to speak at the sight of his hungry eyes glued to your heat.

The chess room was spinning around you when his digits pumped inside of you. They were harsh in comparison with your soft walls, maybe because of all his practises and exercises. He was fast and rough, as if this was a race and he wanted you to be the first to cum. Every time his knuckles hit your skin, your clit reacted at the contact and pulsed, begging to be touched and making your gasp.

“Damn, touch me Tae-Taehyung.” you moaned.

“Later.” he curled his fingers inside you and your legs trembled. His free hand travelled up to your breasts, massaging them over your bra and making you moan louder, “Is the door closed?”

“There’s no one here now, idio-” you swallowed your words when he pumped even faster and sunk his teeth on your thigh only to lick the wound after. You wanted to make him touch your clit and relief you from the pain but your hands were locked on your back and your voice could not leave your mouth.

“It’s your turn to move.”

You whimpered at the loss of contact when he stood up, licking his fingers again - but this time coated in your juices. He pointed to the floor and you clumsily left your small table to get on your knees in front of him.

When his cock sprung free and his boxers fell to the floor, you gulped. His tip was reddened and glistening with precum, God knows for how long he had been hard for you.

You tried to move your hands and he sighed. “Can’t you see you’re tied, babe? Without hands. Suck.”

Who would have thought that the guy awkwardly asking you out at the library was now guiding his dick into your mouth. He placed his palms on the back of your head when your lips circled around his tip, and your warm breath made him shiver. Slightly moving your face side to side, you flattened your tongue enough to take him deep, inch by inch, encouraged by his low grunts after his tip reached the back of your throat.

A string of saliva fell from your mouth when he paused, allowing you to breathe, before slamming himself back in.  

His hips started thrusting forward when the feeling of your mouth around him was not enough, the friction of your lips against his pulsing veins making him curse under his breath and eventually release a throaty moan.

“I’m gonna cum just with your mouth, unless you want me to fuck you Y/N.”

You wanted to answer but he slammed his dick inside your mouth again and your eyes watered. “What did you say Y/N? You don’t want me to fuck your pussy?”

Your hands fought against the tie keeping them in place, as you tried to make him understand you wanted him inside of you so bad, but then again, you could only answer with his cock between your lips. The vibrations of your words against him were too much for him to handle and pulled himself out.

“Please fuck me.”

“Are you sure? I’ll need something better than that.”

“Please, please, please, I want you Taehyung. I did since we started playing.”

“Bend on the table.”

From behind you, Taehyung unclasped your bra first and digged his fingers into the skin of your breasts, planting wet kisses on the back of your neck and your earlobe, “You smell amazing.”

You doubted that because you were covered in sweat, but that was the last thing he had on his mind. The tip of his cock was caressing your folds slowly, enjoying the soft sounds that escaped from your lips because of his sudden gentleness.

He lowered his eyes to the sight of your ass, your rolled up skirt, and his dick -  stroking it slowly before guiding it to your entrance. “Fuck.” You were taken by surprise when he pushed himself deep inside and the skin of your ass burned at the contact with his hips.

“You said I could only date my hand.” Thrust. “A ball.” Thrust. “or my team of idiots.” Thrust. “Look at you now, chess club president.”

Letting go of your breasts, his hand explored all the way down to your throbbing clit and rubbed circles on it as he pumped in and out faster with every moan that filled the room. He wished you could see the red skin of your ass every time his hip bones crashed with it. “So hot” he grunted, lowering his pace  

His cum filled you first, intoxicated by the fact that it was you who was moaning his name and “You fuck me so good,” from time to time. His mouth went dry and his legs shook with a series of sloppy thrusts that finished with him kissing your back.

However, his cock stayed inside of you while his fingers kept rubbing circles on your clit, “I want to feel you come from inside.” he whispered in your ear, pressing his chest on your back and fastening his movements.

You clenched around him and his lips parted at the feeling - it was your orgasm coating his length in your cum and squeezing it with every spasm of your body as you released the most erotic sounds he had ever heard.

“You felt amazing.”

“You too.”

None of you knew what time was it when you gathered your clothes from the floor and lazily tried to get dressed again. Did that matter anyway? You smiled at each other, sharing a knowing look as you struggled with the buttons of your shirt, the same he had unbuttoned so easily.

Your thigh hurt, your ass burned, and your wrists had marks - it had happened so fast you did not realize earlier. Was this the beginning of something? You fell for his charms (or stupidity), even when you did not want to.

“So… Tomorrow? Movie? You and me?” he asked, placing the red tie around his neck again.

It sounded so out of place after what you had done. Was he seriously asking after fucking you from behind? You rolled your eyes. You watched all the chess pieces scattered on the floor and sighed. “You won, Taehyung. Yes.” Yes.

He giggled and stood in front of you, fixing your hair “Your post-sex hair looks terrible.”

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I have this.” He took his headband from the pocket of his jacket and put it on. “See? I look hot wearing this.”

You laughed. “Did I really agree to date you?

“There’s no turning back, Y/N.”

Lee Soo Young (4:45 PM) Where r u? u coming?

Lee Soo Young (5:01 PM) Taehyung?

Lee Soo Young (5:18 PM) I hope u rot in hell

Min Yoongi: (6:42 PM) Dude. I found Soo Young at the coffee shop. Thanks for standing her up best date of my life.

Kim Taehyung (7:10 PM) Same.