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footballfanficwriter · 1 month

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Absent Father

Summary:where the reader is about to give birth and Jude is not home

"When are you going to be back?" I ask as I watch him pack his bag

"In a couple of months Love" he says

"Oh"

"But don't worry it'll be over before we know it"

"Can't you pull out of the squad and say you've got an injury or something"

"You know I can't do that, they'll examine my body to check my story out"

I sigh

"Hey, it's not that bad, we'll call eachother and face time, we're gonna be ok"

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself"

"I'm trying to convince the both of us"

"Jude you know that I'm due any day now right"

"I know"

"And you won't be there by my side holding my hand or getting to witness the birth of your child" I say trying to hold back my tears

"I know baby, and I'm sorry"

"Sometimes I wish you were Just Jude Bellingham, not Jude Bellingham the Real Madrid and England Star

He stops packing and looks at me

"Sometimes I wish that as well darling, but that's not how it is"

"Yeah, I'm going to the kitchen to make a snack"

"Ok"

I leave the room and walk to the kitchen to make something to eat

As I'm busy I hear Jude come down the stairs with his bag

He places it down and walks up to me and towers over me, places a kiss on my forehead and bends down to kiss my belly

"I have to go" he says as he stands up

I come in for a hug and hug him very tightly as if by doing so I can just pause time and stop it from moving

He hugs me tightly as well indicating he doesn't wanna let go

As we're hugging the tears start coming out and I don't even try to fight them this time, i'm silently crying, and pretty sure my tears have now stained his shirt

He pulls away, looks me in the eyes and wipes the tears from my face

"I love you"

He kisses my forehead one more time walks to his bag and heads for the door where his driver waits for him

A week later:

I'm lying on the sofa watching a series that I'm not really paying attention to, all I'm thinking about is how scared I am and how I won't have anyone in the delivery room with me, and the person that I do want to be there is in another country

It's been difficult to talk and Face time with Jude, because he's either very busy or he's too tired to talk, if he's not training, he's doing press, if it's not press it's games, if it's not games he's out with his teammates, there's just always something happening and it makes me wonder if he's trying to avoid me, because if he wasn't ignoring me then he would at least make the time to try and talk to me, it's always me reaching out and calling him but he never does the same

The only interactions we have nowadays is when he posts something and I like and comment under his post and he'll just reply to my comment

I honestly don't know what to do but I just keep telling myself that he's busy and can't talk

I stand up and walk upstairs to get my phone to check if I've gotten any call from Jude

The minute I grab my phone from my bed there's a warm liquid that I feel on my legs

I look down and see water on the floor

I start freaking out a bit but then compose myself and walk to my wardrobe to grab my bag

And walk downstairs and get into the car and start driving to the hospital

When I arrive at the hospital I ask the receptionist for my doctor, but she tells me that in order to see her I have to have an appointment

"Lady listen to me, I'm a Pregnant Woman that's about to give birth, are you really gonna tell me to wait to see my Doctor?"

"I'm sorry I was not aware, I'll go get her"

She walks down a passage and makes a left knocking on a door, 2 minutes later she returns with Doctor Ashley Johnson

"Mrs. Bellingham, what are you doing here?, Where's is your Husband?"

"On a business Trip" I say breathing heavily

"Can someone get this woman a wheelchair?"

A few minutes later I'm in a hospital gown and walking around my hospital room trying to Dilate myself enough to give birth to this baby and Doctor Johnson holding my hand

"So where is your husband?"

"He's away, on a Business trip"

"Your Mother?"

"We don't really get along, let's just say she's not happy with the decisions I made in my life"

"Like?"

"Marring my Husband"

"What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing, she just didn't want me to marry someone who is from a different country number one and from a different culture"

"Your mother in law?"

"She moved back to England to be with my Father in law and brother in law"

"Siblings?"

"They are all married and even if I were to call them they are too far away"

"So I guess it's just you and me then" she says

I nod my head realizing that no one from my family is actually coming

"Yep"

After 10 hours of walking around and trying to Dilate Doctor Johnson informs me that I'm ready to give birth

She calls the rest of her team to come and assist and after two hours

A baby Boy is born

My body is tired and I just feel absolutely exhausted

"Mrs. Bellingham, we're going to clean your baby boy, you just get some rest we'll bring him right back"

"Ok" I say falling asleep

The next day I wake up feeling much better than the previous day, I turn my head to see my baby sleeping peacefully and Doctor Johnson walks into the room

"Hi, how are we doing in here?"

"We're ok, he's asleep"

"Have you spoken to your family yet?"

"No, I haven't, I'll wait for him to wake up first, then I'll make calls"

"And a name, have you decided on a name yet?"

"No I wanna call my husband first then we'll discuss it"

"Ok"

Doctor Johnson stays with me for some time until the baby wakes up

"I'll leave you to it then"

"Thank you"

I grab my phone and the first people I call are my Four sisters

They all get excited and squeal as they see the baby for the first time

"What's his name?" One of them ask

"I don't know, I'm gonna call Jude and we'll talk about it"

"Aww, he's so cute"

"Thank you"

"Congratulations sis, we're so proud of you, we wish we could be there"

I shed some tears and tell them it's fine and that we'll all meet up eventually

The next person I call is Denise.

"Hello love"

"Hi Mom, you alright?"

"Yeah, how are you"

"Oh we're fine, but I have something to show you"

I slightly turn the phone to Show her the baby and she looks in shock

"Mark, Jobe come look"

After some time Mark and Jobe appear on the screen

"Oh God he's so adorable"

"Are you ok though love"

"Yeah, I will be" I say

"What's his name?"

"I still need to call Jude, then we'll discuss it, and then we'll let everyone know

"Ok love, take care of yourself ok"

"Ok"

"We love you"

"Love you too"

The next person I call is Jude, hoping he'll pick up but he doesn't instead he sends a text

Hubby: what's up?

Me: can you call, it's important

Hubby: what is it?

Me: Jude can you pls just answer your phone it's really important

Hubby: just text me, I'm busy rn

Me: with what?

Hubby: With Trent, Madders and Hendo

Me: so you can't just excuse yourself for some time, I'm telling you that this is important why are you being difficult?"

Hubby: no actually I can't excuse myself, we're playing UNO, and I'm losing like hell

Me: oh so you would rather play a game of UNO than to hear what I have to say?

Hubby: just text it to me, I'm sure it's not a big deal

Me: if you consider the fact that you have a son not important then Yeah, it's not important

Hubby: what 🤯 are you being serious, you game birth?

Me: yeah but don't let me stop you from your game, it's most definitely more important than the birth of your son

Hubby ❤

Calling...

I decline the call

Hubby: babe answer the phone

Me: The baby is asleep, I'll call you when he wakes up, if I answer it'll wake him up

Hubby: oh c'mon don't be like that

Me: I'll call you later, get back to your game

I place my phone next to me and admire my newly born baby boy who is fully awake

"Hey Babe, welcome to the world, I'm gonna love you so much more than anything in the world"

He only giggles and cuddles further into my arms and it makes me Coo

2 months later:

Today is the day Jude comes back and to say I'm excited is an understatement we never had the discussion of the Baby's name so I just decided it Myself

And I Decided on Jamie

Ever since Jamie's birth Jude has been calling a lot more often and calling to check on us every day, which is good because then he won't miss that many Moments

Jamie is growing so fast it feels like it was just yesterday when it was just the two of us cuddling in a hospital bed, now he can crawl

Jude should be landing in a few hours and Jamie and I are preparing something to have for dinner, hopefully Jude will be here in time for dinner

Jamie however is on top of the counter grabbing things and putting them in his mouth while I prepare dinner

After making dinner, I get Jamie cleaned up and into his pajamas

And I carry him downstairs where we'll sit and wait for Jude

I'm so excited because we're about to have our first dinner as a family also adding the fact that I haven't seen Jude in almost three months

20:00( 8pm)

Jamie and I are sitting in the dinning room waiting for Jude to come home

21:00( 9pm)

Jamie has fallen asleep on my chest

22:00 ( 10pm)

Jamie is now asleep in this crib and I'm waiting for Jude while doing the dishes and packing away all the table decor that I've put out

23:00 (11:00 pm)

Fast asleep in bed

00:00 ( 12:00pm)

01:00 am

The door to the house opens and I hear Jude walk up the stairs and towards our room, the door opens and I hear him sigh and take his clothes off leaving him in his trunks

He gets into bed and kisses my shoulder

"Hello my love" he says in a husky voice

"I know you're awake, you're a light sleeper, I know you heard me come in"

I shrug him off and try to make myself comfortable on the bed

"What's wrong, are you not going to greet back"

"Hi"

"Is that all I get?"

"Yeah"

"Why are you upset i haven't seen you in 2 months and the first time I come back you give me a cold shoulder?"

"Exactly we haven't seen eachother in 2 months, and you couldn't even get home on time for dinner like you promised"

"Oh, you know I thought I told you that I was gonna be late, because Trent wanted to party for a bit before we were all headed home because we wouldn't see eachother in a long time"

"Does Trent have a two month old baby boy who he hasn't seen ever since his birth and a wife who gave birth on her own waiting for him at home?"

"No"

"Do you?"

"Yes"

"So please explain to me because I must be losing my mind, you had two months, two months with these people "your sheriffs" to laugh and share moments, yet your two month old son has not even shared a single moment with you and you still put your teammates before him to make moments with them and you don't even have one with your son"

He is quiet

"So is it wrong for me to assume that from now on your international teammates and club teammates will forever be the first choice no matter what?"

"No babe, you and James are the most important thing in my life and will forever be my first"

"I can't even look at you right now"

"You were not there when he was born, when we were suppose to name him , i ended up naming him myself because I had to put something on the birth certificate, you weren't there when he started crawling and now you said the wrong name yet he's your son"

"Is his name not James?"

"If you had answered your phone on that day we would have named him together" I say getting out of bed and grabbing my gown

"And his name is Jamie" I say walking out of the room and walking to Jamie's room to sleep there

The next morning I'm woken up by Jamie's cries

I walk to him and pick him out of his crib and walk to the Kitchen to find Jude making Breakfast

"Morning babe"

"What are you doing?"

"Making breakfast, I'm making French toast, still your favorite right?"

"Yeah"

"Great, have a seat it'll be ready in just a few minutes"

Jamie lays his head on my shoulder as he looks at Jude almost as if he's asking who is the guy in our Kitchen making food

He's uncomfortable

"Hey it's ok, that's your dad" I whisper into his ear and kiss his head

I walk to the dinning table and put Jamie on my lap where he stares at me and shows his gums that are without teeth

I smile down at him and shower him with kisses and he giggles

In that moment Jude walks to us and almost immediately Jamie's head goes on my chest and he stops giggling

"Here you are"

"Thanks" I say

He takes a seat across me and looks at Jamie and sends him a small wave, but it only makes Jamie force himself further into my chest

Jude gives me a sad look and I look back at him

He clears his throat and breaks the uncomfortable silence

"So how have you been?"

"Fine, yeah I've been fine, you?"

"Yep same just really tired"

"Yeah"

The awkward silence is among us again and we eat in silence

"Fuck" he says under his breath

"How much have I missed?" He asks

"A lot more than you can imagine" I reply

"Baby, I am so sorry, when you said that I missed so much I didn't know you meant it like that to the point where my own son doesn't recognize me"

"Yeah"

"How can I make up for it?"

"I wouldn't know either Jude, Jamie is a baby, he doesn't comprehend what's happening, it not like you can just throw the words I'm sorry to him and he'll forgive you just like that"

"You're not helping, I'm asking for solutions not for you to make me feel worse than I already do"

"Well you wouldn't be feeling like this if you had been there number 1, if you had answered your phone so we could name him together and if you had made more time to talk to us"

"I called you every day"

"Did you call me when I was a week from giving birth, huh, when our only interaction would be on Social media where I was liking pictures and commenting and you were liking or replying to my comments"

"I called you guys every day, to find out how you were doing"

"For five minutes, you can't really say anything in five minutes"

"I was tired"

"But you were never too tired to go out with your teammates, right?, all that time you spent with them, could have been used to get to know your son, given how difficult it was to be there for him when he was born"

"So what, you wanted me to stay in my hotel room and be left out while everyone was enjoying themselves?"

"If you couldn't do it for me then you could have at least done it for Jamie, you were an absent father, and it's not my fault that after I tried to get you involved in his life and you refused and now he doesn't even know you"

He's quiet and just continues eating his food

After having breakfast Jamie and i walk to the Kitchen and i get started on the dishes while He sits next me with his favorite chew toy that keeps him behaving

Jude walks in

"Let me take him" he says

He goes to pick Jamie up and Jamie starts crying

I immediately leave the dishes and walk to them

"Here take over the dishes, I'll take him

"No it's fine, he'll be fine"

"No Jude let go of him, I need to feed him he hasn't been fed yet"

He let's go of Jamie and I walk to his room to feed him

After 2 hours Jamie falls asleep for his afternoon nap

And I walk to the living room to watch some TV only to find Jude watching TV

I take a seat and Jude pauses his show

"Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's asleep"

"That's good"

"Mhm"

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I know that the past 2 months have not been easy for you and that you were scared when you had to give birth to Jamie, because I wasn't there for you both"

"It's fine, you were working"

"Yeah but that's not an excuse, I feel horrible, I feel like I'll never get to have a relationship with my son if things go on like this"

"Don't say that Jude, Jamie will get use to you, eventually, maybe not tomorrow or next week, but eventually"

"You were right, if I made the time then we wouldn't be here right now having this conversation"

"True, but you made a mistake and you are rectifying it, now you know what to do and what not to next time"

He smiles at me and I return the smile

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

He scoots closer to me and places his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his

"I've missed you so much"

"I've missed you as well"

"Can you believe it, we're actually Parents now"

"Right, times like these are gonna be fewer, where it's just the two of us bringe watching Movies and series"

"That's true, we're gonna be so occupied, it's crazy"

"Yep"

"I love you"

"I love you too"

He kisses my forehead and unpause the show he was watching.

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nosugarallspice · 11 months

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Playing Games

Warnings: Nothing major, just Jude getting some sloppy and some corny flirting towards the end. MINORS DNI!!!!!

Pairings: Jude Bellingham x Fem Reader

A/N: I literally started writing this like at the beginning of this month and just dipped on it. so I hope you guys like it. bestie @whorekneecentral helped me towards the end, go check her acc out.

Word Count: 731

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Jude spent most of his day in his gaming room, but you didn’t mind

simply because he rarely ever gets time to do so. You had busied yourself with work all day and finally finished. You were about to make dinner when you realized you hadn’t heard from Jude in a while so you made your way to the gaming room.

Your eyes instantly land on the handsome man you call your boyfriend; eyes concentrating on the screen as his fingers move rapidly on his controller.

“Hi baby.” He smiles when he notices you coming in.

Climbing onto the couch; setting yourself right behind him, your legs on either side of him. “Hi handsome.” You smile.

Resting there, your hands find their way to his sides, rubbing softly. Leaning up you begin to plant kisses along his neck.

You know that’s the one thing that drove him crazy.

“Mmm, is there something I can help you with sweetheart?” Pausing his game, he turns to look at you with a grin on his face.

“Hmm no, love. You just relax.” Planting one last kiss, this time on his lips.

You make your way off of the couch; now you’re down on your knees in front of him. Your hands find their way to his thighs, rubbing along the bare skin that isn’t covered by his shorts.

Nodding, he leans back against the couch, relaxing once more as your hands rub against his skin. Continuing on with his game.

You notice the bulge pressing against his shorts. Your hand finds its way towards his clothed cock, he’s already so hard, you start rubbing against it.

You’re so focused on you’re doing, that you don’t even notice his eyes on you, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.

Wasting no time, you’ve pulled his shorts off. Taking him into your hands, you give him a few strokes before taking him into your mouth, keeping your hand wrapped around his shaft. Jerking off what can’t fit into your mouth.

He watches as you bob up and down, he pulls your hair from your hair so he can see you and so it doesn’t get in the way.

You looked up at him through your lashes and that was enough to make him cum but he held off, he knew you’d tease him if he did even if you did tell him it was okay.

His hand resting on the back of your head, making your movements faster, and making you take all of him into your mouth. Gagging against him as the tip hits the back of your throat.

His hips begin to thrusts up. Throat fucking you at this point. The room is now filled with the sound of you gagging and his whimpers.

“Choke on it, baby.” He manages to get out between groans.

His words making you ache.

“You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He whimpers. Eyes shut, head tilted back.

Those filthy words hitting you straight in the core.

The vibrations from your moans is just enough to send him over the edge.

You feel his cock twitch, indicating that he’s close. This only makes you go faster. Soon after you feel the warmth of his cum running down your throat.

Making sure you get every last drop, releasing him from your mouth.

Making your way back up on the couch

You’re back up on the couch, smiling at each other.

“You’re too good to me” he smiles, kissing you.

“Only for you,” you smiled, leaning into him. “But that’s not what I came in here for, always distracting me.” You joked, nudging him with your shoulder.

Jude rolled his eyes, “yeah, because I’m the distracting one.” He laughed, slinging his arm over your shoulders. “What’d you need?”

“Dinner.”

“What? I didn’t satisfy you?” He turned to you, seriousness written across his face.

You can’t help but laugh, “you’re disgusting.” You stand up, reaching for his hand, pulling him up with you. “C’mon, I’m starving.”

Jude’s eyes have a mischievous glint in them, his arms wrapping around you before you tossed over the man’s shoulder.

It’s like you can hear the thoughts in his head.

“I know what I want for dinner.” He says, leaving the room and turning in the direction of the bedroom.

“Jude!” You giggled, smacking your boyfriend’s back as he carried you to bed.

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someonegoood · 23 days

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MY WHOLE LIFE pt. 3 ✫ mason mount

part 1, part 2, final part.

in which after everything you gave, you're not sure if you're going to keep going. (brother’s best friends troop).

CONTAINS: brother’s best friend troop, angst, some smut (not really explicit) & fluff ! age gap, arguments...

AUTHOR'S NOTE: here's part 3 ! final part for my first two works, I'm proud of how it came out

taglist: @girlidekanymore @sunflower-tia @nicolesainz @chilwellspulisic @anotherfan07

inspired by taylor swift's songs.

The feeling of freshness —the wonderful smells, the damp feel of leaves falling down the trees, the breeze and the rain on your skin. The sound of rain is wonderful: not just between a hard roof and leaves, but you can hear it on different types of trees and hedges.

The flowers, which look like they were painted by Monet himself, have colours so rich that no one can even attempt to imitate them. From the smallest weed to the grandest stalk, they are all beautiful in your eyes.

Around you are your friends; some are talking or enjoying the countryside air. You had decided to take me on a little vacation before returning to the routine of the busy city of London.

No distractions, no disturbances, especially without him. After seeing how Mason smiled at that blonde standing next to him and Debbie's painful look in the boat, you knew all these years were in vain.

The moments when you took care of him after he vomited from all the alcohol he had consumed at the party, when you covered him so he could go on dates with different girls and other things you had done for him.

The last time Mason saw you still burned in the back of your mind, the little stolen glances he gave you while you were wearing a pink t-shirt, the one that you had left back in a drawer in the Mount's house. Stacey had told you the t-shirt drove him crazy.

It had been weeks, and you still couldn’t understand why nothing went your way. Was it you? Had you done something wrong? Had it been you that caused the gulf?

—Babes, how could you ever think it's your fault? Clearly, he is out of his mind. —Clara talked. You and your friends were sitting on the porch in the extensive field that belonged to your grandparents.

Then Adelaida, who was resting her head on your lap, suddenly stood up, leaning on one elbow and said: —Please don't think it's your fault, you would be lowering yourself to his level.

Everyone had been adamant that it wasn’t you... even your mother. But even with those words of affirmation, it didn’t change the internal feelings, the heartbreak that felt it was never-ending.

All you ever wanted was that connection, that string, that feeling that pulled you to another person, that proved he was the person meant to be for you. It was devastating to think back and know he wasn’t.

Even though you were angry at him, you knew that when you saw him you would act like a little girl, crazy in love.

On the other side, Mason was in the kitchen, picking at the leftover food on the tabletop as everyone else was in the living room. His mother walked into the kitchen as he took a bite of little meatballs that looked delicious and she laughed at the pieces of meat that had fallen onto the kitchen counter.

—That’s definitely not the way to eat —she smirked knowing his son wasn't the type of person to sit down and eat properly.

—But you love me anyways, mom. —Mason flashed his puppy eyes as his mum laughed at his actions. It had been a long year for Mason. He stopped turning to family events when he knew you would be there.

—Mason Tony Mount, I gave birth to you, I know you better than you know yourself-

—Mom. —Mason sighed. —Don't start this whole speech about her, please.

—Dear, I don’t even need to say her name... it will always be her. —She smiled, sadly, as she walked over to her son and placed a hand on his cheek.

—She's happy, from what I heard. —he scoffed again.

—So then you know you’re being an ass, right?

Mason's eyes widened at his mother's question but she just laughed and waved him off. —After all the years she spent after you, dear, it would be cruel for you to not let her be happy.

That sentence shattered his heart. You weren't the little girl who ran behind him in search of attention anymore, you were a woman with maturity, feelings and beauty.

—But what if I’m not happy? —he asked his mum. Debbie felt her heart clench at his words, it was never good for a mother when they saw their son being at his lowest.

—Do you love her?

There was no answer.

—See, that would be very cruel. Mase... either you love her or you’re jealous. Just remember that she's a second daughter to me and I know her like the palm of my hand. I'm certain that she’s fragile when it comes to you.

After a week in the countryside with your friends, you were back in the city, at a party the english players were throwing in celebration of their team winning the last few games.

Every time he looks at you, it’s making him go mad. It surprises him how much influence you have on his night out. He actually believed he could handle it, seeing you after a while. Normally he’s the one who takes you to the football after-parties because you begged him like crazy. But not this time.

Did you wear a white dress on purpose tonight? He doesn’t know. You look beautiful and he wishes he had the nerve to tell you how great white looks on you. He remembers the time you almost kiss in the box, you in the white sweatshirt with his number. The guy talking to you on your right was Foden. Did you wear it for him? He doesn’t believe that, he doesn’t think he deserves that.

Mason sighs. This is one of the hardest nights in his life. He shouldn’t have messed it up. If he didn’t follow what Ben said to him, he would probably be the one talking to you. Fucking Ben.

At the same time, you don’t know what’s bothering Mason. You thought he would be coming to the afterparty with Daphne, but his friends confirmed that he forgot her quickly. He didn't even kiss her. Neither touch her.

It surprised you, you were afraid he would show up with that beautiful model. A part of you felt really happy.

You feel his eyes burning into you while you talk to Foden. You quickly take the cocktail out of Phil's hands, while thanking him in the meantime. He shrugs it off.

—What’s up with you? —He asks you after you take a few sips.

—What do you mean? —You ask him. Is he noticing your bad mood? You tried hiding it, but maybe you failed.

—You seem distracted. Did something happen? —he goes on. You take a sip of your cocktail, thinking about your response. Could it be a bad plan to tell him about Mase? They’re friends after all. But on the other hand, it would be nice to talk about it to someone.

—It’s him, isn’t it? —Foden answers his own question. You didn’t even realize you were looking at Mason until Phil spoke. You nod towards him, —Let’s go outside.

Then, you're sitting on a wooden bench outside. The white dress doesn’t give you much warmth, so you embarrassingly start to shiver. Before you can notice it, Phil drapes his jacket around your shoulders.

—Fuck... —he says, regretting. —I knew it would be a bad plan to invite you. —Mutters softly, —I thought it was a good idea to make you feel better, now I just got Mount to get angry at you.

You laughed, thinking that was very cute. —That’s not true, Phil —you try to comfort him, —you can’t help me being an idiot.

—To be fair, Mason and you are both idiots. —Foden laughs, —Definitely unaware idiots-

But before he can explain to you anything, Mason shows up in front of you.

While walking back to his car, he notices the sound of people talking outside. He thinks he’s recognizing your voice. He must be going insane, he thinks tiredly to himself. But still, he walks towards the sound. Quickly seeing you and Phil sitting together... fucking hell, why are you wearing his jacket?

Before he realizes it himself, he stands before you and his teammate Foden. The chattering stops directly, did he interrupt something? He feels awkward with you and Phil looking at him amusingly. How can he fix this awful situation?

—I uh... I wanted to say bye to you. —Mason said, ignoring the existence of Phil. —I am supposed to bring you home or will Phil...?—He stutters eventually, not wanting to finish his question.

—Wait, Mase, can we talk? —You react before Mason turns around and walks to his car in a rush. He nods.

—Of course.

The silence was sharply awkward.

—Don’t forget your jacket, Foden —Mason quickly says, —she can wear mine while we’re outside.

Phil, who no longer was sitting on the bench, laughed for a bit at his hopeless friend. Then he walks up to you, and takes his own jacket from your shoulders, while Mason quickly takes off his. You give Phil a quick hug to thank him, before getting into Mason's jacket.

—Don’t be an idiot to her —says Phil toward Mason whispering in his ear. You smile shyly, flushing with Phil's comment.

Mason doesn’t know how to watch the interaction between his friend and you. He doesn't know where to look when you turn your attention to him. The white dress quickly grabs his attention once again.

Silently, both of you walk to the parking lot where his fancy Mercedes-AMG was parked. You had always made fun of him because the car was too posh in your opinion, although every time you needed a ride home you always ended up in his car.

Firstly he took the car keys out of his pocket and then he opened your door for you. He had always been a gentleman. The situation is unexpected, yet influenced by the tension that’s been built between you two through the last couple of months.

—So, what do you want to talk about? —Mason asks you. You lasted a few seconds thinking about how to answer his question.

—Why were you ignoring me today? Why didn’t you come up to me and Phil to say hi? —You fire multiple questions at him, —did I do something wrong? Are you upset with me? —Your words cut through the thick air inside the car.

—I thought the two of you were busy with each other. —Mason mutters.

You scoff, this was unbelievable. —That’s bullshit Mase, you know I always make time for you.

—God!, I just wasn’t in the mood to see you two. —He said, elevating his tone, trying to sound casual but deep down, jealousy was gnawing at him like a relentless beast.

You don’t know what to say to Mason. You don’t even know what the boy means. He wasn’t in the mood to see you? Since when could that happen?

—Why? —You barely dare to ask him. You have no choice, so you repeat your last question —why, Mase? —Your eyes start to fill with tears.

Mason sighs, —You won’t get it.

—You don’t know that. Try me.

—I just... I just don’t like seeing you with other boys —he confessed. You doubt for a bit. Should you tell him you were relieved he showed up alone instead of coming with Daphne? You decide not.

—Oh, come on Mason! You can't say that! —You almost shout. Mason's eyes open like plates. You had never raised your voice at him like that, so angry.

—Why not? —He, as well, says almost shouting.

—Because you don't have the right! It's-it's just that you can't say that as if my feelings were so simple... —You tried to calm yourself, you could lost everything now.

—Mason, I've been with you since the beginning and you know that. I'm your biggest supporter and deep inside you know I’ll always cheer for you. I’ve spent my whole girlhood- Fuck. —Tears start scrolling down your delicate face. He looks at you as if you were graceful.

—I wanted to be with you tonight, —you eventually say after a long silence—but you looked at me as if I didn’t matter.

—I know.

You sigh. Can't the boy say anything else? You feel obligated to talk further: —Why aren’t you telling me what’s wrong?

You don't get any answer. Looking at the ceiling of the car, you try to keep your cool.

—You know what? I’m going back to the party. Call me when you can explain at least something. —You want to undo yourself from Mason's warm jacket, but he stops you directly by grabbing your arm.

—I know you deserve to know what’s going on, but I don’t want to lose you. I know it’s a shitty excuse which makes everything even more unclear, but please don’t go back inside. —Mason talks soft and fast —and please keep the jacket on.

—What’s so important about the jacket? —You ask with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

—Your dress distracts me and I don’t want to see you in anyone else’s jacket again. —This time he is direct with his words. Almost harsh. You wonder why your dress distracts him. Does he find it ugly?

—Don’t you like the dress? —You ask.

—I fucking love the dress. —Mason says. At that moment you feel something clicking. Despite his short explanation, you wonder if Mason may return your feelings.

—Just give me time. Everything is happening so fast and the fact that I'm just realizing that all these years all I've been doing is hurting you makes me go mad angry at myself. —He says, without breathing. —And... I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done, for the countless times I've hurt you. I promise you will have a proper explanation. —He tried to smile, with tears in his eyes.

—That's the Mase I know... —You laugh lightly and Mason just stares at you, sweetly. —Now take me back home, probably my brother is already wasted.

What you didn't know is that that day Mason Mount started falling in love with you.

A few days after you were your house, sat in the cozy familiarity of the your couch while your mother flipped through the pages of a weathered photo album resting on her lap. Each turn of the page revealed a snapshot of your brother's and your past, a journey frozen in time.

—Look! You're wearing my glasses! —Said your mother, with clear emotion in her voice. She turned some pages that had photographs of your childhood: when you were born, your first tooth fell out and many more memories.

Your cheeks flushed with nostalgic warmth, a subtle testament to the innocence and joy captured in each photograph.

Among the sepia-toned memories and faded polaroids, there was a page filled with pictures where Mason and you, both still little children, intertwined in laughter playing in the park.

Your mom pinched your cheek. —Someday you will realize that everything you did was not in vain, on the contrary, it was all worth it. —She stopped to take a breath. —Because golden loves are like that. They stay with you forever.

—How beautiful, mom. —You ironized. She laughed.

—It will, darling... Come here. —And then you hugged her. You hugged her with all your might as you felt her warmth on your face. She giggled, breaking the embrace.

—You'll need a spell to make Mason realize what a fool he is.

—Mom!

A couple days later, you were back at Stamford Bridge once again. As you approach the stadium, you can feel the excitement building. The streets around the stadium eagerly anticipate the game ahead.

Inside the stadium, the dominant colour is blue. The stands are filled with supporters adorned in their team's jerseys, scarves, and signs that say "Pride of London".

—Call her Mason, I’m sure she's in the stands —said Ben, while putting on the new shirt they played in today. Mason held his cell phone, sitting on the bench in the large locker room.

Today was Valentine's Day and Mason had a game. Your brother told Mason he was going out on a date with his girlfriend but you would go in his place, as usual. He didn't know if you were coming, so Mason was nervous, especially with the talk you had in his car.

You had called Debbie in the morning, asking her if you should come to the game, and she told you that Mason would be more than happy to see you there. You wondered if he knew what you were up to if your brother had kept him in the loop.

Pick it up.

The third tone rang while Ben tried to hold Mason, about to faint from anxiety. In the background, music was blasting from the speakers while the guys on the team began gathering in the locker room for their last talk before the game started.

Reece James leaned closer, curious why his teammate was sitting with his phone in hand, bouncing his leg nervously.

—What has got Mount that nervous? I've never seen him like this —he says to Ben, seated next to Mason, fixing his shoes.

—It's his girlfriend-

—She's not my girlfriend! —Mason interrupted Chilwell, with an expression of fear. You still haven't answered him and the fact that his friends were bothering him added to his anxiety.

—Give me that shit. —Suddenly Kai Havertz appeared out of nowhere, grabbing Mason's phone and putting the call on speaker. Everyone's attention was on the tones ringing, hoping you'll pick up. The team had witnessed your situationship since Mason had joined Chelsea, so they knew you quite well.

—Hi? Mason?

Kai, standing on the bench in the centre of the room, had the phone in his hand so everyone could hear. His eyes widened and his mouth also opened, in surprise. Everyone stood up while Mason's blood pressure went down.

With a jump, Havertz handed the cell phone to his friend so he could answer you. There was a silence between your response and his because his teammates were signalling to him, guiding him in his response.

—Yes? —That was the only thing he could think of at that moment.

—You... you've just called me minutes before your game. Is everything okay? Do you need something? —For you, it was strange that Mason called you, especially right before his game. Mason's teammates melt with your response, you seemed like a worried girlfriend.

—N-no, I was calling to know if you're on Stamford Bridge. —He stuttered, nervous about your answer. You smiled a bit, already seated between the blue tide of fans.

—Of course! I wouldn't miss a game for anything Mase. —And that was the end of him. He said goodbye saying that he had to go out and play and hoped you liked the game, while all his friends were shouting acknowledging that probably by the end of the year, they would have a new addition on their team.

The match ended with Chelsea winning by two goals and the assistance of Mason. You couldn't be more proud of him and after the exhilarating victory at Stamford Bridge, you made your way to the cooldown room, where players and staff often gather to unwind after the match.

As you entered, you spotted Mason, the hero of the game with his crucial assist. A sense of pride swelled within you as you approached him. He was putting something in his backpack, distracted.

—Incredible game out there, —you said, startling Mason. He turned with a smile, recognizing your voice without seeing your face.

—Thanks, this means a lot to me... —Mason replied, his face beaming with satisfaction. You both exchanged a few more words about the match, sharing our favourite moments and the atmosphere at the stadium. Then, out of the blue, Mason's tone turned slightly more serious.

—You know... —he said, pausing for a moment. —I've been thinking. We've been through so much together, your support has meant a lot to me.

You nodded, feeling a sense of tenderness with him. Mason took a deep breath before continuing. —Listen, I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner later. Just to say thanks for always being there, you know?

Surprised by the unexpected invitation, you couldn't help but smile. —I'd be honoured to join you. —You said, laughing out of nervousness.

A couple hours later, Mason kept his hand on your lower back as he led you through the restaurant, your body settled into his side. His hand slid around your waist while opening the door, a shiver already wracking your body. You gasped at the white snow starting to lay outside, thick flakes slowly falling from the sky.

—Look there! Mase, it's snowing! —You tugged a little on Mason's hand on your waist, the heat replacing the cold feeling on your fingers. There was already a pretty thick layer on the ground and you wondered briefly how long it had been snowing. —It's so pretty.

Mason watched your smile widen when he was paying the bill, as you tilted your head back, eyes squinting as the flakes cascaded down. He'd never seen anyone get so excited over snow.

You looked so good under the twinkling lights, the candle in the middle of the table illuminating half of your face. He was having an amazing time, already realizing he mad in love with you.

From the way you keep your hair in a messy ponytail to the way you are surprised by the snow. Everything about you was perfect for him.

—Do you want to go for a walk before I take you home? —He slid his hand over your jaw, his thumb stroking away the little flake on your cheek. You gave a small nod, flushed since all of this was new for you. He grinned before stepping back and holding his hand out to you.

—M'lady?

You looped your arm through his and the two of you started off down the street, his gaze darting between you and the falling snow. You snuggle as close as possible to him to steal some of his natural body heat.

Snow was falling and settling into Mason’s hair, individual flakes dropping onto his eyelashes and you were certain he’d never looked prettier.

—Remember the time I tried to sneak out and you caught me? That time I was actually grounded for fighting with my brother and I wanted to buy the new console game you were so interested in. —You said, recalling those silly things.

He didn't know if his cheeks were flushed pink from the cold or from what you'd just said.

—But that game was so expensive!

—I know! I just wanted to give you something for your birthday. That's why I didn't have any presents for you at your birthday party.

Mason caught your gaze, head cocking curiously at the sudden shy look that had taken over your features. You let your eyes wander from him to the snow-filled street around you. You slowed to a stop, right against the barriers of the little lake and you leant against it, the two of you facing each other, your hand still clasped in his.

All you wanted was to grab him and kiss him, you didn’t care who saw or if you got a cold, you just wanted to kiss him in the snow.

After a silence, he said: —You know I want you, right?

You looked at him. Surprised. Self-conscious Scared. But above all, in love.

—I've been thinking and I can't help falling for you now. I’m not jealous because you have other people in your life, I’m not a fucking kid. That time with Phil, at the party, made me realize that I want you with me... By my side. I want to be the one you say 'I love you' to, I want to be the one that cuddles you, that-

You interrupted him. —Mase, I… I don’t know how to say this… —Voice uncertain as you watched for his reaction, for any flicker of emotion that stated he didn't want that.

His face fell, and he retracted his hands from the barriers that before were trapping you between his body and the barriers. Ready for rejection, he looked into your eyes.

—I… I like you too. —You looked down, feigning sadness. When you looked up, he was squinting at you. —I don't know how are you convincing my brother you're good enough for me...

—I'd probably invite him to one of my games and we could go for dinner after the game? I'll book somewhere for us. —You matched his smile with a nod, shoulders relaxing slightly after the confession as you pulled your hand from his so you could settle your arms around his neck instead.

—Sounds amazing. Deep inside he's a West Ham fan, y'know. — Mason's face contorted a little when he bumped his nose against yours, lips lightly brushing together.

—Oh shut up, —he muttered into your lips, —let me kiss you.

And you obeyed, your hands resting nervously at his neck as he ravished you, his tongue begging for entrance. You allowed it, moaning into his lips as they intertwined perfectly. His hands travelled from your hair to your waist where he pushed you closer to him.

You indeed had waited your whole life for this.

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conditionaljewel · 7 months

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Modern day AU

Laudna and Imogen get tickets to a lower league soccer game

Laudna’s super into it and very excited the entire time, yelling for players to rip another’s head off after a particularly bad challenge

Imogen’s just there because Laudna really enjoys it but it’s not exactly her thing

But as the game goes on Imogen slowly gets more and more into it, especially once the home team gives up a game-tying goal late on.

Laudna, who has been on her feet cheering and dancing with the rest of the supporters, is losing her voice as a forward streaks down the wing past where the two of them are sat. Imogen is just amused and entertained watching her have so much fun when she sees the player sprint past her wearing black and yellow, just like Laudna’s outfit, just like everyone’s outfit around her, and now she’s focused on them and the theatrics.

Imogen watches along with the rest of the crowd, all of them standing and following the player’s movement down the field, weaving their feet around the ball, before coming to a slowed stop, only to double back in an attempt to shake the defender away. Managing to do so, they spin once more and, with quite a bit of spin and power, kick the ball with the instep of their foot towards the goal area

Not realizing what she was doing, Imogen finds herself on the edge of her seat, as the ball meets the head of another player in the same black and yellow color

The ball bounces off his head, aimed downward toward the ground, where there’s a person in bright pink waiting to snare it. A gasp.

Suddenly another player’s foot, this person also wearing black and gold, strikes the ball before it even hits the ground and knocks it past the man in pink’s waiting arms and into the back of the net.

Imogen yells before Laudna, jumping up and grabbing into her shoulder and excitedly starting to give high five’s to everyone around her. Laudna also celebrates with the strangers around her, before turning back to Imogen and giving her a hug

Just then, the players are all running back past them with their arms waving excitedly, trying to get the crowd even louder, as the team wearing pink looks dejected and disappointed

As soon as the ball is kicked off once more, only after a handful of passes back and forth, the whistle goes again indicating the game is over.

The crowd continues to cheer even louder as fireworks start to go off from outside the small stadium. Laudna and Imogen both continue to hug and celebrate with the strangers around them, all the while the players take a lap around the field waving and celebrating with them

Later, as the girls go to leave, Imogen clutching onto Laudna’s arm as Laudna talks about what they just witnessed, Imogen can only listen as Laudna goes on and on. She loves Laudna’s competitive side, and how she gets when they go to matches; Imogen doesn’t quite understand it all, but she could still listen to Laudna talk like this for hours.

Suddenly Laudna asks her “you seemed to be into it too by the end, that was something new.”

Imogen smiles and says “yeah, that was exciting! I don’t know why but suddenly I get why you like it so much.”

Laudna laughs. “I live for the drama,” she says as she and Imogen continue down the walk to the parking lot.

#imogen x laudna #imodna #southern gothic #laudna #imogen #cr ff #critical role fan fic #fan fic #fan fiction #modern au #flash fiction #critical role flash fiction #anyway i am bored at work #and dreaming of my football team winning the league #and just imagining the girls being at a game #anyway #yes i just used soccer in the story and football here #i do what i want

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lunawolfiefoxy · 8 days

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Ledger walked into his apartment with a sigh. Running a hand through his hair, he scowled. It was too long for him. Though he liked it shoulder-length, it seemed like it had only grown more and more.

"maybe it's time for a trim..." he muttered to himself before walking into the kitchen to find his roommate. Ravio was cooking dinner for the two already, it was a bit later in the day after all. "Hey Rav. Wanna put a pin in that and help me?" His roommate looked at him with a smile and turned the stove off.

"I was just about done anyways, what do you need?" Hands rub against the apron before Ravio walks over and takes his fingers, gently rubbing them. Ledger's lips turned up at the gesture, leaning in to nuzzles his hair with his nose.

"I think my hair might be too long, wanna cut it for me?" At the one request, Ravio went off. He began by saying how excited he was to do this, then he had him sit down as he ran to grab the scissors. While he was doing so he began to ask what kind of cut he'd like, and what he wanted to do. He mentioned dying his hair, or cutting it short before Ledger stopped him.

"Rabbit, slow down, it hurts a little." He mutters with a wince before he rubs his ears. Taking a deep breath he looks his now sheepish and worried roommate in the eyes. "I just want to trim it a bit. That's all." Disappointment filled the layer's face before he walked over with a huff.

"Fine. But I get to style it how I'd like." Scissors begin to snip the ends of his hair and soon Ledger falls in a bit of a daze. He watches as small clumps of blonde hot the floor before his head is directed up once more. It didn't take long before Ravio was done. Or, at least he thought he was. A pause came between one of the snips and Ledger began to move to get up when Ravio sneezed and snip was heard. Two bodies froze. Silence became thick. Panic filled Ledger. Was it bad? What had happened? This was a bad idea. He should have just left it. It may have been annoying, but at least it was better than whatever happened. It wasn't as if it ever made him overstimulated. He was fine before this. His head whirls around to meet the gaze of a shocked Ravio.

"Oh crud... oh no, I'm so sorry Ledge.... I'm so sorry...! I didn't think, oh no...! M-maybe we can fix this...? I will just have to cut all of it this short-" a whimper made the boy stop and green met violet. "R-right, I forgot... I know Ledger. It cuts out the sound for you... Maybe we could get you headphones? Like the ones that cut out sound?"

"I hate short hair! Don't cut it short! It'll tickle my cheeks!"

"I know! Let me think!" Ravio takes a deep breath and looks at his roommate. It takes a while, but soon his face lights up. "I've got it. We can shave half your head! I know your hair cuts out the sound, but think about it, we'll go and buy you a pair of noise cancelling headphones, I'll let you pick. Until then, you can use my earbuds...?" Ledger thought about it for a moment. Half of his hair gone would let in loud noises, but the headphones would keep it out. He didn't like his hair short, but he did like the idea of half of it shaved. His stomach churned however. What if he didn't like it? He'd look stupid going into class on Monday, wouldn't he? A hand fell on his shoulder and his eyes moved to meet Ravio's.

"Hey, I've thought this through. You'll look amazing. And, I know what you're thinking but, what if we dyed it? We'll cut it first, and, if you don't like it blonde, I'll go buy whatever color you want and we'll dye it. Then you'll be happier with it, right?" Happier. He would be. He could have prettier hair that way. He liked the idea. Dying his hair sounded fun too.

"okay! Let's do it!" He tried to sound confident, though the shaking in his tone was hard to miss. Ravio left the room and grabbed the razor. With a deep breath, he began to shave the half of his head. Holding the rest of his hair back with hair ties and clips. When he was done, he handed Ledger a mirror.

"So?" Looking at his new hair, his stomach kept churning. It didn't feel right, it didn't look right. As if sensing this, a small book of colors was handed to him. "Think of the color you want and flip to that page. Then think if you'd like light or dark, and then go to that scheme, and then, pick out a few favorites and we'll go from there, okay?" He nodded and opened the book. In the end, he pointed to the color he wanted, and Ravio left, leaving him alone. Looking at the mess his hair made, he decided to clean it up.

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When Ravio got home, he had a bag in his hands. A plastic one. Inside was the hair dye. Ledger was in the middle of sorting their closet by color. It seemed like the right thing to do. It did look better this way. The raven haired boy found him and waited for him to be done before directing his attention to the bag in his hands. Ledger grinned as he saw it, a little more excited now.

The two went into the kitchen and began the process. First, Ravio washed Ledger's hair in the sink, letting it dry for a bit before he began to prepare the coloring. Luckily, Ledger's hair dries fast, and by the time he was ready with the foil and dye, his hair was dry and fluffy. Wetting slightly, so it would lay flat, he began to apply the color, wrapping up the sections as he went. This process took longer than it had taken to cut his hair. Then it was time to let the dye set. Ledger didn't like this part. He didn't like the foil in his hair, or the way it sounded. He made a point to whine about it and Ravio put on a YouTune video for him. He liked those sounds better.

Then Ravio was directing him back to the sink, having him lay his head back. It was to "wash out the rest of the dye" as Ravio explained gently. Then all that yucky foil came out and gentle hands massaged his head and hair. He smiled as the feeling, it was nice compared to the rest of the process. Once he was done, Ravio treated him for being good with cuddle movie night, Ledger got to pick. (The Bride Princess was the perfect choice).

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Ledger was dreading this. He forgot that he had to meet the others today, luckily Sunday, not Monday, but still. What would they think about his hair? Would they hate it? Would they make fun of him? He sat on the bench, his hat on his head with his hair tucked into it. When he saw Warren, he waved worriedly. The captain rushed over, holding a soccer ball.

"Hey Ledger! Where are the others? They're late."

"Actually, you're early by three minutes." He clips. The captain laughs.

"Early means on time!" Ledge frowns, early didn't mean on time, but he knew Warren wouldn't listen. He watched as Tyler, Tim, and Skylar walked over, chatting happily. From the other side of the field, Wylde, William, Link, and Hyren raced over. Based on the clothing, Blue was fronting. Good, he was the athletic one.

"Hey Ledge! Why you hiding your hair? Drop Kewl Aid on it again?" Will asked smugly. Ledger looked away, feeling embarrassed, it was worse than that.

"Leave him alone." Tim told him sternly, before turning to Ledger. "Whatever it is, he has a reason. Wylde, do you want to be goalie today, or defense?" As the attention turned from him to the smaller boy, Ledger took a deep breath and got up, stretching out his aches and pains.

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He should have known this would happen. He was a fool for thinking it would work. They had been playing a simple game when a particularly big gust of wind, mixed with him playing rough had cause he hat to fall off. He hadn't noticed, not until he saw everyone had stopped playing, and his hat in the grass. Now here he was, feeling small. Eyes were on him, and he wanted them to go away. He dropped to the ground and curled up, hugging his knees, burying his face into the space it provided. After a while, he could hear the grass rustle, and a hand landed on his shoulder.

"What're doing on the ground for? We have a game to finish!" Warren told him playfully. Slowly he looked up, confused, and worried.

"Y-you're not mad...?"

"About what? The fact you quit in the middle of a game?"

"N-no, about my... hair...?" Silence followed, and soon the other joined in, making a circle with him. At least they weren't surrounding him. As everyone else sat down, his eyes flit to everyone. "Is no one upset?" Silence once again. They are mad, they hate it.

"Do you like it?" Tyler asked him, nothing hinting at his emotions. With a small smile, he nodded.

"Then why should our opinion matter?" Wylde asked. Ledger opened his mouth answer, then thought about it.

"Well, it would make me happy if you're happy, and upset if you don't like it." He says softly. Tim nodded slowly.

"Well then, I approve." Ledger smiled gratefully at him.

"Me too!" Warren said proudly, ruffling his hair.

"Same here." Tyler commented.

"It really does suit you." Skylar said with an encouraging smile.

"I think it was a good decision." Hyren nods.

"I never would have thought about the pink, but seeing it, well I think it was the perfect color for you!" Wylde grins.

"Red wants to dye our hair now, Vio says that it's perfect, Green wants see what kinds of outfits we could do with that hair, and I gotta say it's fucking cool man!" Blue says with a snarky grin.

"I have GOT to convince my Gram Gram to cut my hair like that!" Will shouts. Ledger winces at the noise. "Oops, sorry Ledger...!" He whispers. Ledger smiles with a small chuckle.

"It's okay, honest. Thanks guys."

"You know, Green has a point." Warren rubs his chin thoughtfully. "C'mon, get in the car losers, we're going shopping!"

(edit, Imma draw Ledger after their shopping trip)

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kaiispost · 1 year

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João Felix x male reader

Note: took this chance to ease out my inbox and ran with it.

Important

Requested by: @k1ng0fmyheart & anon

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Waffles

Y/n’s Pov:

“I’m home!” I yell as i enter my house. No reply, mhm weird. But didn’t think much of it, since joão often wears headphones with noise cancelling. So he wouldn’t be able to hear me either way.

I take off my jacket and hang it on the clothing racket, I also take off my shoes. I walk the living room and close the door behind me. As soon as I walk in the kitchen I see my boyfriend João, I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him.

“Oh hey, meu amor” he say, startled by me. He turns around and my stomach just fills with butterflies as soon as I see his cute face. [my love]

“Hey beautiful. What are you making?” I ask as I lean in for a kiss. God what was he pretty.

“I’m making waffles! How was working, on a Saturday?” He asked kind of mocking me. I was a teacher but needed to attend a important meeting, luckily i was being paid.

“It was okay. The waffles smell delicious.” I said looking in to his dark eyes. “Missed your pretty face.”

“I missed yours as well, I also did the laundry.” He said giving me a kiss. I kissed him back, giving him a wink as I left to change in to my sweats.

As soon as I got to the 2nd floor I noticed it was particularly clean, João definitely did more than ‘just laundry’ wich isn’t anything new.

I walked into our shared bedroom, and opened our closet. I looked for a good second but didn’t see anything cute, so i looked at my boyfriends side and immediately saw something actually kind of cute. I quickly put it on, it fitted a bit tightly since I’m a bit buffer than João.

(You’re wearing this)

I walk downstairs being scared of his reaction, knowing he has a short temper. As I walk in the living room I see him playing Fifa with concentration. He’s good at it, it’s cute to see him concentrate. He scores, finally looking around and finally sees me. He looks blushes.

“You look great,love.” He said, as leans in to kiss me. Our lips connect.

“Thank you.” I say blushing.

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This is so disappointing this took me like 4 days😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 but like I already said I take mental health serious. Sk sorry if this is short, it’s the best i can to with my current mental state❤️

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resident-gay-bitch · 5 months

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Eddie followed Els dad through the house, past the staircase and into the open kitchen. It was bright in here, modern. Steve offered him a seat at the island before walking around to grab a couple of coffee mugs. He had a machine, none of that pot coffee Eddie had every morning. Fancy shmancy indeed.

- Soccer Dads

#soccer dads #steddie dads #single dads steddie #dad steve #dad eddie #max munson #ellie harrington #eddie munson #steve harrington #max mayfield #el hopper #multichap #fan fiction #fic rec #stranger things #steddie #stranger things 4 #jay writes #fluff

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afstory1988 · 1 year

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So this is chapter 3 of my new fic about these two.

#timo werner #football #chelsea fc #mason mount #fanfic writing #football fan fiction #soccer #timo werner x mason mount #mason mount x timo werner

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seospicybin · 8 months

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART I

Lee Know x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Lee Know become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (10,8k words)

Author's note: Hope you like this one too. Feel free to send feedback! x

Content warning: This is entirely a work of fiction and not affiliated with real Too Hot To Handle show.

YOU: I'm always on the hunt. I'm always looking for the next exciting thing [giggles] I know I may sound conceited saying this but... I usually get what I want [bites lip] Well, I'm beautiful, I'm fun, I have a great body... they can't say no to me [winks] get ready 'cause I'm coming in hot!

Having all these eyes on you the moment you walk in is nothing less than your expectations.

You used to get stared at by people, it's something that you've been dealing with after you went through puberty. For one, you don't have either the big boobs or the ass, your body is... average. But people still stare at you like you have all of that on you.

That's when you learn that sex appeal doesn't have anything to do with your appearance.

You can engage in a boring conversation with someone and they'd still find you sexy. Sex appeal is a gift, a very lethal gift.

"Hi, everyone!" You sweetly greet them with an elegant wave of hand.

"Girl, you're really cute!" One of the females says.

You smile even though you prefer to be called anything but cute, coming from her makes it sounds like you're small and not a threat to them.

However, a compliment is a compliment and maybe she meant it in a good way.

"You too," you return the compliment with a quick cheek-to-cheek kiss.

Skipping the females, you go straight to introduce yourself to the male guests, "Hi, hello!"

There are three of them, blonde, brunette, dark-haired, chocolate, vanilla, and caramel. They got everything in here and you can't decide which one you want to taste first.

"Jai!" The dark-haired says. The tattoos covering his left sleeve catch your attention.

You know that accent everywhere, "Australian. I like it," you say with a flirty smile.

You turn to the next one, "And you are?"

"Luca," he answers with a rather different accent.

It's hard to tell but he's tall with a very well-built body, it's safe to say he's an athlete.

"Do you play sports?"

"I'm a professional footballer," he answers.

"Soccer?" You ask for confirmation because football means a different sport in a few countries.

He nods, "Do you like it?"

"Well, I like what I'm seeing," you shamelessly reply.

It amuses him so much that he laughs, "I mean, soccer," he corrects himself.

"Only when you're playing," you answer without a beat.

You move on to the blonde one that has the biggest body out of the three. It's hard to miss those abs even with his oiled body reflecting the sun at you.

"Bryan," he introduces and doesn't hesitate to kiss your cheek.

"You're so big," you say in awe.

"The bigger the better?"

You grab a glass and let him pour you one, "Well, cheers to that!"

YOU: Oh... [fans your neck] They're all so hot. Not sure I can survive in this heat.

It's better to consider the other female guests as your friends rather than competitors.

They're all attractive and have their own charms, it's not like you're here to compare looks. You're here to have fun in a show called Pleasure Island.

From the name of it, you can imagine all the fun you can have and hopefully, get some action in the process.

The next male guest who enters the villa is a bit shorter than the previous ones, he has long curly hair and a great body.

He comes in your direction and introduces himself to you first before anyone else.

"I'm Jack!" He says with a smile that showcases his perfect white teeth.

"Hi, you have a nice smile!" You say.

"I love your smile," he flirts back with a subtle wink.

He leaves quite an impression on you, he has wild youthful charms.

YOU: Jack is cute. He'll make a cute boy toy. If you know what I mean.

It comes down to the last guest.

Your eyes are already busy silently checking them out while sipping your fruity cocktail but how can you say no to another body you can ogle on?

This guy sure has a lot of confidence in him. Wide strides, a sly smile, and a face that would make Michelangelo rise from his grave just to immortalize it into a sculpture.

Sadly, he only introduces himself briefly to everyone from the other end of the group of people lining up to face the camera.

"I'm Minho," he shortly announces his name with an enigmatic smile that would make Monalisa run for her money.

There's something about him, something you can't put your finger on. He got the body, and the face, he even got that improved, sexier version of The Kubrick stare.

You quietly watch him as he speaks to a girl with rosy cheeks, ginger hair, and a Scottish accent, you believe her name is Maisie.

Something about him makes you can't look away. A part of it must be because he's pleasing to the eyes and the other part is... You are simply attracted to him.

It feels as if he knows he trapped you in his magnetic field, he catches you looking.

Instead of looking away, you stare deeply into his eyes and sending him signals that you're indeed attracted that you can't stop looking.

Before it turns into an intense staring contest, you slyly smile and raise your glass at him for a toast.

He slightly raises his glass as well and sips it without breaking his eye contact with you.

That means signals received so let's see if he gets them right.

YOU: Minho is dangerous but who likes to play safe anyway? Definitely, not me [smirks]

"I like Jai. He's hot..." says the beautiful girl with strawberry blond hair, Agnes.

It's obvious that she'll be the main character of this show. She's hot, very likable, and has a perfect smile that would get her teeth-whitening ads.

"What about you?" She asks the tallest girl with legs for days, Zara.

Her dark skin glows under the sun and her curly hair flows down her back, radiating that goddess beauty.

"I like Bryan. I like big boy," she answers.

"And apparently, you like vanilla too, huh?" you playfully add.

Everyone cracks a laugh at your witty response and accidentally takes your turn to answer, "I like Jack, he's cute. I like cute boys."

YOU: Jack is the safest choice for now. I have my eyes on Minho too but I want to check the competition first.

"Yeah, he is, I think he's the youngest of them all," the one with midnight hair and light brown eyes, Alia.

Maisie nods in agreement, "But I got my eyes on Minho," she says.

The first competition appears and you keep your face straight, playing dumb.

"Oh, good choice!" You calmly respond.

"Did you see his face? He's so beautiful, like a Greek God!" Maisie says with a dramatic sigh.

"And his body, ooh..." Alia adds, overwhelmed by just the thought of Minho.

"Oh, you like him too?" Maisie asks, faking her surprised tone.

"Yeah, I'm going for him, he's so my type," Alia daringly says.

Forget what you said about them as your friends!

Maisie and Alia are your competitors now but you're not going to declare a war just yet. For now, you want to gather as much intel as possible to assess the probability of winning against them.

YOU: Minho is quite the ladies' favorite I see.

You're the last person to come into the bedroom and everyone seems to have chosen their territory.

There are five beds anyway, you're not afraid of not getting one and you're alright sleeping with anyone.

Maisie can have her victory when you see her getting onto Minho's bed.

You sit on the sofa looking away and when everyone else is busy chatting with each other, you look at Minho's direction laying down with hands tucked under his head.

Once your eyes make contact and lock in a gaze, you keep staring into his eyes with your thumb tugged between your teeth.

When you deem he gets the message as he flashes you his signature half-smirk, you look away and shift your attention to someone else.

"What's good, Jack?" You ask him who's looking lonely on his bed.

"You," he answers.

"I think I'm more than just good," you tell him with a flirtatious laugh.

"There's only one way to prove it," his eyes that keep looking at anywhere but your face tells it all.

YOU: Jack is just so... feisty? He's so young, so eager. He's like a rabbit, ready to have sex 24/7. A jackrabbit.

The theme for tonight's party is Greek Gods and Goddesses.

The males are wearing togas while the females are wearing white and gold dresses with less fabric and high slits on them. You put on a dress with a plunging neckline and a golden headpiece on the crown of your hair. Not forgetting to put layers of lipstick on because nothing arouses men more than seeing red-painted lips.

The male cheers when all the females are descending the stairs to the beach where the party is held. There's a bonfire, glasses of cocktails ready for everyone to grab, and platters of food arranged so beautifully to snack on.

To get it started, music is blasting through speakers so everyone can warm up with a dance, gyrating and humping against each other and whatnot.

You notice Jai and Agnes already got things going on as you caught them kissing in between changes of songs.

While Jack is hopelessly trying to get something out of you for a while.

At one point, you let him rest his hands on your hips as he stands behind you, dancing and rubbing yourself against him as a little treat for him.

YOU: Everyone is looking so hot, so divine... the sexual tension is rising and the night hasn't even started yet.

The music abruptly stops playing and everyone is told to sit down while Jack is taking center stage, announcing a game everyone is going to play.

"Nectar is the drink of the Olympian gods but unlike them, we have a new way to drink it!" He begins by sharing a little knowledge of the Greek mythology.

You have zero idea what it's got to do with a game everyone is about to play.

"Everyone is going to stand here and let the other Gods or Goddesses drink the nectar from their bodies," he explains, pointing to a bowl of honey on the table.

A few of them coo in excitement and probably start thinking about what they're going to do with it.

"Nothing is off-limits! It's whatever, wherever, whoever you want to do," he playfully remarks.

Bryan is the first one to take his turn and he stands there with his big body, looking like a true Greek God in his toga and crown.

You see that Zara wastes no time to take her chance, taking a spoonful of honey and letting it dribble down his abs. She drops to her knees to lick the honey clean on his glorious abs.

"Whoo!" You howl and applaud her because she sets the standards so high already.

She doesn't miss the chance to kiss him after, getting his big boy just like she planned. Now that's hot!

It gets crazier with each turn and you want to have fun as well, ultimately, you want to show everyone how to get it done.

It's Agnes's turn. You don't usually have a thing for blonde but she's pretty and she'll make a great conquest.

Before Jai can have his chance, you dash toward her and brush her lips with honey right with your finger. She has soft lips and you're so eager to taste it.

You lean in and passionately kiss her, showing off your skill in kissing and giving everyone a little show. Just as expected, kissing her only convinces you that girls are better kissers.

"Oh, damn!" You faintly hear one of the males exclaim.

Agnes gasps as she lets go of the kiss and suddenly, Jai takes over from you, afraid that you'll take her from him.

YOU: It's a party. I want to have a lot of fun and kiss everyone.

You return to your seat with a triumphant smile on your face, on the way, you shot a glance at Minho to dare him.

However, both Maisie and Alia didn't get any from him. You start to wonder if he's going to kiss someone at all or not. When it's Minho's turn though, Maisie is excitedly put honey on his neck and licks it off for him, finishing it with a kiss on his lips.

Alia takes her turn after, kissing him right on the lips and well, you must admit that he's a good kisser. He's lacking in hand placement.

Sure, you would love to get up there and show him what a good kisser you are.

YOU: It's still day one. There'll be lots of opportunities to kiss him and if not, I'll make the opportunity myself.

When it comes to your turn, you expect nothing from Jack but he's waiting for it, rubbing his hands together, impatient to execute his plan on you.

"Come, get your honey," you playfully say.

Jack picks up the whole bowl of honey and pours it down your cleavage. You're gasping the second the sticky liquid lands on your skin and trickles down the valley between your breasts.

Putting the bowl down, Jack dives right in and buries his face between your breasts, he's smearing the honey all over instead of licking it off of you.

You admire his creativity for this even though you know it's coming from the pit of his lewd, juvenile brain.

"Oh, yeah!" He lets a celebratory roar but it soon dies down as someone else comes toward you in his confident, wide strides.

Your stomach is fluttering as Minho stands right in front of you, looking like Adonis with his sharp nose and chiseled jaws, got you holding your breath and wondering what he's about to do to you.

Minho is unpredictable which is exactly what you're looking for in a man.

You see he dips his two fingers into the honey and brings them close to your lips, smearing it all over. Your lungs are shrinking the longer you hold your breath yet you can't seem to breathe when he's leaning so close and about to...

Minho doesn't kiss you. Instead of that, he licks your lips and you can feel his hot tongue on your lips. One lick is all it takes to make your heart skip a beat.

When you think he's done, Minho tugs your lower lip between his teeth and gently bites it, pulling at it before letting it go.

As he takes a step back, Minho shoves his fingers to his mouth, a half smirk that signified he just evened the score with you.

YOU: Minho got the signals after all [slyly smiles]

When the host of the show enters you finally snap yourself out of it.

"Wild night, huh?" He asks everyone.

"Yeah!" Bryan answers the loudest.

"It gets wilder because I have a surprise for you guys!" The host announces.

That gets everyone excited, guessing what kind of surprise they'll bring on the first night of the show. They expect so much because everything has been great already. More girls? More boys? A celebrity guest? A DJ?

"Are you guys ready?"

Everyone is hyped, shooting up from their seats and jumping in excitement like kids on Christmas morning.

"Bring it in!"

The attention shifts to the two staff carrying a big wooden box and placing it in the center. The anticipation is rising and everyone can't wait to see what's inside.

"Five! Four! Three! Two..."

Everyone counting down the second and when it finally gets to one, the side of the box opens, revealing a cone-shaped thing inside, lighting up in purple colors.

Then you hear the infamous ding sound that you know for sure it's coming from Lana, the ultimate cockblocker.

Your excitement fizzles out in a second and drop your head on your hands, "Oh, fuck!"

Maisie squeals while Agnes shrieks in horror and the rest are wondering what is that thing, oblivious to the fact that they're about to be forced into celibacy.

"Is that an air freshener?" Jai asks in pure confusion.

"That's Lana!" You say.

"What?" He cringes and is still confused.

"She's going to cockblock us!" You concisely tell him what's about to happen to all of you.

"We're on Too Hot To Handle!" Zara breaks the news for everyone and makes it real for you that you're trapped in this show.

"Hello, I'm Lana, your personal digital assistant!" The cone starts speaking.

"Welcome to the retreat!"

YOU: What. The actual. Fuck?

"The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections."

Alia whines and then sighs, "I signed up for dicks," she lowly mutters.

You lowly laugh at her words, not realizing that you're also laughing at your pain.

"For the last 12 hours, I have been watching you and learning about your behavior. You have been selected as all of you are having meaningless flings over genuine relationships."

The more Lana speaks the more you feel like fainting. Can't believe that she threw a party, and got everyone all hot and bothered, delivering shocking news in the middle of it to let everyone know that they can't have a release at the end of it.

"As part of your social development, I have allocated a prize of $200,000."

YOU: That much money makes me horny, to be honest.

"How about I give you $200,000 for you to go away, Lana?" Luca jokingly offers but it falls short since Lana has no ears.

Even if she had one, she wouldn't listen to him anyway, Lana is her own boss.

"However, I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches of the rules."

Looking at them and how wild the things they've done this night alone, you can tell that there'll be not much money left at the end.

"For those of you who need reminding, there is to be no kissing...."

"Fuck!" Zara bluntly curses.

"No heavy petting, no sex..."

"Oh, my God!" Agnes panicking, looking like she's about to hyperventilating.

"And no self-gratification."

Jack's eyebrow raises in question, "What's that mean?"

"No masturbating," you tell him with a sad smile.

He looks devastated as if you've just told him a relative has died, "for real?"

You stifle a nod.

"Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer," Lana finishes.

YOU: Boys make me horny. Money makes me horny. I'm fucked.

Everyone in the dressing room is groaning and complaining about the turn of Pleasure Island into No Pleasure Island with Lana ending the party for everyone.

You don't want to be dragged down into the misery pit and decide to finish your night routine quickly, wanting to end the day already.

Minho's bed is right next to the door and he's laying there as if he's been waiting for you.

"You'll sleep on this bed," he says, stopping you from walking.

You tip your head to the side, then let out a low chuckle, "How are you so sure?"

He leans back on his pillow and puts his hands under his head, "because I'm sleeping here," he answers.

Minho is so cocky, so pretty, a menacing force in this retreat and you're intrigued to see what it feels like to sleep with the devil's advocate.

You crawl onto the bed and lay next to him, not showing any signs that you'll fall into his temptations, at least, not tonight.

YOU: Well, as expected, the best girl won!

The next thing you anticipate is how Maisie or Alia is going to react to seeing you in one bed with Minho.

Minho has his hand resting on your stomach like he's trying to hold you down, not letting you go anywhere even though you're under the cover with him, chatting with Agnes who's occupying the next bed with Jai.

Maisie is the first one to see that her number one guy is on the bed with someone else, she glances away and is left with no choice but to sleep with Jack tonight.

You don't have to look to know that she's throwing daggers at you with her eyes from across the room.

And Alia looks calm about it, she's going to sleep with Luca anyway. Perhaps, she's switching onto his lane tonight.

"No one breaks the rules tonight!" Bryan remarks.

There's always that one guy who's going to protect the money but it's a surprise that it's going to be Bryan.

"Be good!" He warns once again as he looks around the room.

Something about being reminded not to do something though only encourages all of these horn dogs to do it.

You turn your head to see Minho and can't tell what he'd likely do. With most men, you can easily tell everything about them but Minho... he is uncharted territory but it's a good thing that you're eager to explore.

YOU: Minho is so perfect and I feel the need to violate it.

You're usually jealous to see anyone prettier than you but not with Minho.

Instead of being jealous, you want to admire him, and worship him like a divine being he is. You hesitate to touch him because it doesn't feel real to exist in the same space and time with him.

It's getting dangerous now that the lights are out and anything can happen in the dark.

He turns to lie on his side and face you, with the dim light coming from the sleep lamps you can see his eyes are open and looking at you.

You reach for his hair and put the strand away from curtaining his forehead, "Are you going to be good tonight?" You keep your voice low as everyone else is going to sleep.

His hand finds your waist under the cover and then he answers, "I don't know."

He then slides his hand to the arch of your back and using all of his strength, he pulls you close until your body is against him.

Brushing your hair to the side, he then brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "We'll see."

His vague answers only make you feel uneasy but your chest is overflowing with excitement that you can't sleep, even when you're sleeping, you feel alerted with every movement of his body against you.

In the middle of the night, he disrupts your sleep with a gentle kiss on your neck. He then slides down the strap of your tank top so he can place kisses along your collarbone.

The quiet in the room is filled with the rustles coming from this bed as Minho hovers above you, he takes both of your hands and pins them above your head.

You believe he specifically chooses this time to see if you can keep it quiet as he places kisses down your neck and chest. Each kiss leaves a searing mark on your skin with a few low moans slipping past your mouth.

You don't even try to break away from the hand pinning your hands by the wrists but can't stay still as he's teasing you more by kissing you all over your face, except your lips.

He teased you earlier by only licking your lips and by doing this, he wants to see how far can you go and see if he can make you push the limit.

Minho is a fucking sadist but what can you do when you get pleasure in pain?

He lands his lips so close to your lips that you reflexively open your mouth, ready to return his kiss but he retracts himself, you can see how pathetic you are from the way he's looking down at you.

"Are you going to be good tonight?" He asks you back, then loosening the hold around your hands.

Minho is turning the table back, leaving the decision whether to rule break or not to you.

In that case, he was wrong to think you'd be afraid to be the first to rule break.

YOU: Well, I mean... [bites lips] I've never been a good girl anyway.

That half-smirk of his is mocking you but he looks so damn attractive whenever he does that.

You hate losing but for this one time, you're going to like it.

"You fucking tease," you mutter to him, putting your hand on the nape of his neck and bringing his head close.

The bad wins tonight and you can feel the burn as both of your lips touch and clash in a blazing kiss that sets your body on fire.

You wrap your legs around his waist and draw him closer, leaving not even an inch between your bodies, your breasts squashed between your chests.

You kiss him hard and deep, making the most of it knowing that it will cost you money. Your hands are tugging at his soft locks.

His tongue skillfully parts your lips open and invades your mouth, deepening the kiss to get as much taste as he can. He is one phenomenal kisser and even if you had to die of asphyxiation, you don't want to stop.

However, you still want to live to play this game with him and he seems to have the same plan by the way he slowly pulling away. You both gasp for air the second you let go of the kiss.

You land soft pecks on his cheek and neck, turning his head to the side, You whisper "I let you win tonight," then playfully bite his ear.

YOU: And just like that, we're the first to break the rules in the retreat.

"Good morning!" Agnes cheerfully greets everyone the second the lights are on.

"Morning!" You mumble your reply, still feeling sleepy with how little you slept last night.

Bryan pinches the bridge of his nose and scans everyone to spot any guilty faces, he looks even bigger topless next to Zara who owns a model body.

"I really thought I was dreaming that I'm in Too Hot To Handle," Agnes innocently shares.

You softly laugh at that and indirectly, at the satire of your own life. You turn to look at Minho, looking so beautiful even when he's just woken up from sleep.

"How about you?" You put your leg over him under the cover, rubbing his shin with your toes.

"Did you dream a sweet dream?"

Minho slouches down on his pillow, looking like he's about to go back to sleep, "It was sweet but it wasn't a dream."

He casually says that like it wouldn't bring back the recollection of how the two of you kissed last night and you're not going to lie, it gets you wet just thinking about it.

YOU: Waking up next to him, the first thought that comes to mind is our kiss last night. Gosh... it was so fucking hot.

"Didn't you say you like Jack?" Zara asks the second both of you are out of everyone's earshot.

"But I didn't say I only like him," you playfully respond.

She giggles in amusement, "You're a trouble. I like it," she says.

Working out with her at the beach, earning you some tips and exercises you can to get her perfect body figure.

"You got some real competitions though," she says while doing a minute-long plank.

You're running out of breath but manage to answer her, "So?"

Zara chuckles again, "You're not afraid you're juggling two men and going against two girls at once?"

When she puts it like that it sounds like you're creating a problem for yourself. In this retreat, you can't just do whatever you want without getting the consequences considering that you're locked in with them for the next few weeks.

"Well... I like Minho more," you tell her and drop to the mat as one minute has passed.

"Yeah?" She asks for further details.

"But he makes me second guessing everything," you concisely explain.

You turn over and cover your eyes to shield them from the morning sun, "with Jack, it's easier. I don't have to think around him."

Zara turns to start doing side plank, "You're not looking for a good pet here!" She playfully scolds you.

You laugh and follow her lead to do the same, "Unless Minho likes someone else then he's my number one right now."

Zara gently slaps your butt, almost sending you toppled to the front, "that's a good girl!"

YOU: It's only day two and the options are still open but I know what I want. I want Minho.

It's convenient that the dressing room is empty at this time with most of everyone already dressed and dolled up for the day.

"Did anything happen with big boy Bryan last night?" You slyly ask while she's putting her fake lashes on.

She lets out a long sigh in response and slaps her spatula on the table, "What do you expect from an accountant?"

It all makes sense now. Bryan is an accountant, he thinks about the money more than treating his girlfriend with a smooch.

You burst into laughter and stop applying mascara, "hate to say it to you but you chose the wrong guy to be in the show with."

She glares at you from her table then looks back in the mirror, "he chose to play the good cop so that leaves me no choice but to play the bad cop."

"Ooo..." you coo, impressed with her determination to make Bryan break the rule with her.

"If you need a smooch, just know that I will give it to you in a heartbeat," you tell her with a sly smile.

Luca walks in on you applying sunblock on each other's body and he refrains from getting to his locker.

"What did I walk into?" He confoundedly asks.

As Zara bends down against the table, you lather sunblock on her ample butt then slap at it, entertaining the sole spectator in the room.

Luca is too stunned to speak that he's just standing there with his locker door open, "Damn. Do that again!"

The sight that welcomes you as you walk out of the house is of Minho in the pool with the Maisie and you owe it to her to give her a chance, making it a play fair.

You turn the other way and decide to sunbathe on the lounger with Alia, chatting about some good skincare products since she's done some beauty ads.

After a while, you see Agnes and Jai walking back from the beach. From the way Jai is grinning from ear to ear, you can tell that they did something that cost some money.

"Hey, girls," she innocently greets you both and sits on the farthest lounger.

"Hey," you reply then exchange a look with Alia.

She seems to also get the same impression and straightforwardly asks Agnes about it, "Did you just spend some money?"

Knowing that she has a bad poker face, Agnes licks her lips and stifles a nod.

"Oh, no..." Alia sighs and picks up her water tumbler from the floor to take a sip.

You see Jai is joining Luca and Jack in the pool, it's only about time that everyone knows someone has broken a rule and the others will soon take their turn.

YOU: They just didn't know that they're not the first to break the rules, eh? [bites thumb]

Zara packed a lot of outfits with her and you get to borrow one.

"I'm going to look so hot Bryan can't say no to me," she remarks.

You must admire her confidence and it's indeed looking good on her, you should have some on you as well if you want to win this competition.

The night is cool with a warm breeze blowing from the sea, carrying the salty air ashore. It's so easy to locate Minho since he's the only one that always catches your eye.

He's wearing a white shirt with the three top buttons open, exposing his chest muscles, and sitting with his legs spreading open.

You feel like dropping to your knees between those muscular legs and... you push the thought away. You focus on the mission you have to do.

One of the things you like about Minho is that he doesn't waste time, he's straightforward and that's what you're about to do, going straight to business.

"Calling for me?" You poke fun even though he doesn't say anything but sipping his drink by himself.

The sofa can fit three people but Minho's thick thighs are looking so comfortable you can't help yourself to sit on them.

"Do I look good?" You take his hand and put it on your waist.

"Not bad," he answers.

He reclines on the sofa, head tilting upward looking at you and that way, you can admire his beautiful face from the top, inexplicably never getting tired of it.

There's no need for words when you can see everything in his eyes, the way he's intensely staring into your eyes with his thumb lazily rubbing the arch of your back.

The tension is there and it's electrifying, you feel alive when you're with him.

"I like your eyes..." you say as you put your hand on his jaw and your eyes drop to his lips.

Minho softly laughs because he knows you're looking nowhere near his eyes when you say it. He puts a finger under the thin strap of your dress and twirls it around his finger.

"I like yours too," he says back as he's undressing you with his eyes.

YOU: God! I want him and I'm going to get him.

Putting your hands around his neck, you draw him close and put a few inches of safe space between your faces.

Pfft, it's not like it's going to stop you from breaking the rules.

"Are you going to be good tonight?" You ask.

"I haven't decided yet," he shortly answers.

You lean into whisper into his ear, "If you're good then I'll give you something as good later."

Now Minho knows what you mean by being good. That he won't let anyone turn his head or get tempted to break the rules with someone else.

Knowing his nature, you doubt that it will not stop him but it's worth trying. He got a taste of it last night and there's a big possibility that he wants more of it.

You softly kiss his cheek and take his glass of drink from his hand, not hesitating to take a sip.

Let's see how the night goes.

YOU: I think it's going to be a good night.

Too much confidence isn't good either.

You feel a little bitter when you see Minho openly flirting with Alia just a few feet away from you. A moment after that, he talks to Maisie.

You scoff because he decides to turn it into his game and you know what?

You feel like making him sweat a little, especially with Jack sitting across from you and checking you out long enough that you can't ignore it anymore.

You lay on your side and decide to tease him a little, "Nice shirt!"

His mouth curls into a sly smile, "Nice body!" He shamelessly compliments you back.

Agnes comes into the scene and sits on the sofa, letting you rest your head on her lap.

"How about me?" She asks.

His smile grows wider, "You two are on the top of my list!"

"Really?" Agnes asks in curiosity as she drags the letter R.

He points at you and says, "I'm obsessed with you but I think you know that."

"Whoa!" You respond in awe, surprised by how daring and blunt he is.

YOU: I'm not going to lie but I like the attention Jack is giving me right now.

You make a space between you and Agnes, patting it as you tell him, "Come sit here!"

Agnes folds her legs on the sofa and also tells him to come, "We're not going to bite unless you want us to," she says.

Jack, like the puppy he is, hops onto the sofa and sits between you and Agnes.

You lean in close to his side and put one leg over his thigh, slipping your hand into his brown, curly hair.

"Not sure about some bites but Jack wants some kisses," he confidently demands like the two of you would easily give it to him.

Agnes looks at you and you look back at her, in a few seconds of eye contact you know that she wants to do it, she shares the same chaotic energy with you.

"Jack wants some kisses, huh?" You childishly talk to him.

Jack turns his head to look at you and puckers his lips.

"Only if you say please!" You tell him.

"Please..." he pleads by adorably dragging the word.

You grab his chin and lean in to kiss him which he eagerly returns with so much passion, trying to show you what he got.

Not wanting to give him too much, you pull away from the kiss and say, "Agnes is a better kisser," you jokingly say to bruise his little ego.

"Yeah?" He says with an eyebrow raised.

"Why don't you try yourself?" You dare him.

Jack turns to the other side and Agnes doesn't give him one second to prepare himself, showing him how to get it done. You take your drink and sip it while watching them kiss in front of you.

YOU: I kissed Jack not because I have a feeling for him. We're just having fun [shrugs]

It was an eventful night.

Even though you have no idea what Minho did the rest of the night, you don't want to think too much about it, especially after what you've done behind him.

Thankfully, Lana hasn't announced any rule breaks yet and you can sleep in peace for tonight.

You walk to the bedroom in heavy steps and hate that you're feeling scared that Minho suddenly decides to sleep with someone else after being busy flirting with everyone the whole night.

You never know with him and this time, there's no excitement, it's just anxiety. You push the door with your shoulder and find the bed is still empty, you reckon he's still washing up.

Jack flashes you a smile as you get under the cover and it's only making you more anxious. You get startled when the bed shifts as Minho climbs from the other side.

Since he's not that cuddly of a person, you take his arm out so you can rest your head on it and snuggle close to his side, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

"How was your night, my beautiful man?" You ask, your hand gently rubbing down his clothed chest.

"Good," he replies, twirling his finger around the thin strap of your black tank top.

"I can make it better," you whisper, lowering your hand down until your fingers meet the waistband of his boxer.

He looks at you and one corner of his mouth raises into his signature half-smirk, "No one is stopping you."

Bryan catches the two of you being suspicious and points it out at everyone, "Hands where I can see them!" He orders.

Instead of complying, Minho shoves your other hand under the cover and keeps them there.

"Minho, man, come on!" Bryan hopelessly scolds him.

It's in the dark that Minho once again starts his exploration.

He pulls you by the waist until there's not an inch of gap left between your bodies, you perfectly mold into his body as he spoons you from behind.

As he presses his lips on the nape of your neck, his hand traces the side of your body, stopping on the back of your thigh to squeeze the soft flesh there.

"I've been good tonight," he whispers to you.

You softly chuckle, not expecting that he'll be asking for what you promised him.

Without turning, you softly slip your hand in his hair, "Really?"

He places a long peck on your jaw, "mmh."

You turn to lay on your stomach and prop a hand under your head, leisurely looking at his beautiful face in the dark.

The plan was you're going to tease him just like he did with you the other night but after what you did and the assurance you got from that misbehavior. You want to show him that you don't want to play a game tonight, or ever again.

Tenderly, you caress his face and hold his jaw as you lean in, kissing him so slowly yet passionately. Minho seems to sense that there's something different about the kiss.

He brushes your hair to the side and holds it there as he returns the kiss to you, his other hand is slipped under your tanktop, splayed on your back with his thumb faintly rubbing the skin.

If only breathing wasn't necessary, you would keep kissing him.

You pull away and press your head close to the side of his head, placing little kisses on his jaw.

"That's money well spent," you comment.

He turns his head to face you and it only entices you to kiss him again but immediately refrain out of the fear of being head-locked by Bryan's giant arms tomorrow.

You sweetly kiss his cheek and lowly mutter, "Goodnight!"

Minho glides his hand up to your neck and looks at you, "Goodnight!"

YOU: Honestly, I wasn't thinking of Minho when I kissed Jack but after it happened, it only got to me then that I really like him.

When you wake up, anxiety dawns on you.

You feel sick in the stomach when Lana chimes in and lights up in the corner of the room.

"Good morning, everyone!"

You silently plead that Lana would not drop the news this soon. Not when you just woke up from a nice, long sleep with Minho cuddling you all night.

"Morning," you meekly answer with a yawn at the end and accidentally meet Agnes's eyes on the next bed, exchanging a knowing, uneasy glance.

"Today's weather will be sunny with highs of 82⁰ Fahrenheit and there will be zero chance of sex."

Jai breaks into laughter and puts his arm around Agnes's shoulder, "She's fucking quality, she is."

The day barely started, you can already tell it's not going to be a good one. You're counting down the minutes or even seconds until Lana tells everyone all of your sins.

YOU: I'm a bit on edge. Not a bit actually. I'm on THE edge.

Even after a session of yoga with Alia, doesn't help you relax at all.

You've done this plenty of times before, going from one casual partner to another in the blink of an eye and never feeling the slightest bit guilty about it. You don't know what changed when you're playing the same game and the only difference is that you're doing it with Minho.

It's after you showered and are immersed in the girl's talk while doing your make-up you finally can have a little peace.

"Have you cracked big boy Bryan yet?" You ask Zara.

Zara carefully swipes the brush on her cheekbones to apply some highlighter, "Girl, as if!"

"That big body comes with a tough personality too," Agnes comments, squinting her eyes to draw a neat line of black eyeliner.

"When we cuddle in bed, he locked me with his arms to make sure I didn't do anything," Zara rants, borrowing your pencil liner without asking.

"You should be grateful that he didn't headlock you to sleep," Alia chimes in as she braids her hair in front of the mirror.

You and Agnes are breaking into laughter at the same time.

That's when Lana decides that it's time for judgment. The cone chimes, startling everyone in the dressing room.

"Hello, girls!" She says.

Zara fans her eyes as she just puts on her fake lashes, "What's up, Lana?"

"Please gather everyone to the cabana!" She orders.

You exchange a knowing and uneasy glance with Agnes as your heart is beating out of your chest. Every step you take to get to the cabana is getting heavier the closer you get there.

There's a space next to Minho on the sofa but sitting next to him will only make you more anxious. You sit in the middle between Luca and Maisie, it's safer to be out of Minho's sight.

"I wonder who kissed who?" Luca asks with a haunting tone.

YOU: Counting my own mistakes, I know for sure that I broke the rules three times [shakes head in disappointment]

Your concern is not the money.

You believe someone else broke a rule or two as well. For example, everyone knew about Jai and Agnes's kiss at the beach.

Also, you're not afraid to admit the ones you committed together with Minho, it's the other ones that you're not proud of.

The sickening sound of Lana coming online makes your heart drop to your stomach.

"Hello, everyone!"

You can't find it in you to reply to her and awkwardly smile in response while everyone else is weakly returning her greeting.

"You were brought here to form deeper emotional connections and were given rules to adhere to. Those rules forbid sexual contact."

Even though Lana is a high-tech virtual assistant, you can hear in her voice that she's not pleased with everyone.

"Despite this, yesterday, your flagrant disregard for the rules has resulted in a deduction of $21,000."

There is a mix of shrieks, gasps, and curses happening all at once. Well, at least, now you know you're not the only one spending the money.

"You guys are blowing it," Alia says in disappointment.

"In total, there were seven rule breaks," Lana shares further details.

YOU: I contributed three out of those seven rule breaks but who did the other four? [squints eyes]

"Time to fess up!" Bryan calls the shot.

Everyone is looking at each other and trying to see any guilty faces. After a while, Minho points at you and calmly says, "I kissed her twice."

Now, that's a man. Minho doesn't falter as he owns up to his misdeeds and even says that it was he who kissed you when in fact, you were the first one to cave in to the temptations.

Maybe it's because of how fast Minho comes clean about it or it could be because of how overwhelming for him to know that two rules have been broken, Bryan only sighs and then moves on to find where the rest of the money went, "how about the other five?"

You gulp air again and pass the turn to someone else. Jai has the worst poker face he can't keep himself from grinning, "We did too," he says while half laughing, "You guys knew we did it on the beach once and did it again last night."

Agnes is looking down on her lap as Jai admits everything and adds an apology at the end, "I'm sorry, you guys!"

Bryan closes his eyes and his eyelids flutter, "Okay then, anyone else?"

Luca who's sitting next to you suddenly raises his hand, "I kissed Maisie last night," he confesses.

That is not what you expect and you're aware that you're getting in between them by sitting there. You didn't know Maisie had given up on Minho already.

"Just once!" He quickly adds.

Maisie even backs him up right after, "We shared a moment and we wanted to see if there's chemistry."

That shocks everyone but Bryan seems to give him a pass for only breaking one rule. Not sure what he'll do when he finds out about the last two rule breaks.

Agnes has been avoiding everyone's eyes and you don't expect much from Jack, he's staying quiet because no one suspects anything because he's harmless and the youngest.

YOU: But I have to be honest, right?

"I kissed Jack," you blurt out.

There's a long pause then Zara snaps her head in your direction, "What?"

Luca laughs next to you, "Look at him, sitting there all quiet," he says and keeps laughing afterward

A grin blooms on Jack's face, maybe it's the grand scene that he's been pictured in his head that he's not what everyone thought he was.

"Well, it's obviously because I like her," he shortly explains.

He rubs his chin and continues speaking, "And I don't regret that one if I'm being honest."

You've been avoiding looking at Minho's direction but you get the urge to see his reaction, not sure what you're expecting but he looks strangely calm about this.

When he's about to look your way, you hurriedly look away though.

You turn to look at the other culprit who's smiling like an angel next to her guy and you can't go down on your own.

"Agnes!" You call and wait until she looks at you to say, "You kissed Jack too!'

"WHAT?" Zara gasps and then covers her mouth, her eyes widen in surprise.

"Why did you do that?" Bryan asks since she's sitting close to her.

Jai who's sitting next to her looks not pleased at all, leaning back with his hands balled into fists on his sides. You would love to see Minho get a little upset too but when you glance his way, he looks not bothered at all.

Now that the offenders have admitted their crimes, Lana can announce the damages done to the prize money.

"I must also inform you that with these multiple rule breaks that happened in the last 24 hours, I have been left with no choice but to double the fine as of this moment."

Bryan's face drops onto his big hands and brushes his head to the back, making his combed hair disheveled in a second.

"Which means $42,000 has been deducted from the prize fund."

There are moans and groans of complaints but there's nothing anyone can do except try to keep their hands to themselves from now on.

"No more spending!" Bryan remarks, crossing his muscular hands together to form the letter X.

Everyone else is nodding in agreement but with almost a quarter of the prize money lost in one day, you're not the only one feeling pessimistic that there would be money left at the end of the retreat.

YOU: That means I spent $18,000 in one night? Whoops.

What makes them think that doing bondage in a workshop would help to take your mind off sex?

You're not sure if that's what the workshop is going to be but you see the waxed ropes and that's the first thing you have in mind.

"Today, we're going to learn Shibari," the guest sex expert announces.

"An ancient Japanese technique used to improve intimacy and trust in relationships," she shares with everyone.

Minho and you have no problem with intimacy but with what you've done recently, it seems that Minho is likely to have a trust issue with you.

"It's a bit more risque but it really does teach people how to trust which is the foundation for any long-lasting relationship," the expert further explains.

"Have you guys ever played with bondage, handcuffs, or any type of restraints?" The expert asks.

A few raise their hands in pride and you see Minho as the experimental type, always open to everything. You don't see him raising his hand, he's too busy shielding his face from the sun.

You take the first turn and can't decide which one you want to do, you haven't done this. Picking up the smaller rope in red color, you decide to do the simplest one called the Hand Prayer tie.

Minho doesn't need to be told, he puts both hands together in front of him and lets you tie rope around it.

"It goes around the middle fingers," he instructed.

As expected, Minho knows how to do this. It's a piece of information that both excites and scares you but in the best way.

After a lot of errors, you are finally done and not impressed with how you didn't tie the rope tight enough that Minho has no problem taking it off without your help.

YOU: Oh, yep, just exactly what Minho needs right now: tie me up.

"Are you ready?" Minho asks as he takes the bigger rope in the color black.

Now that he's about to tie you, you suddenly get a little nervous too.

"No," you answer with a low laugh.

He starts by turning you around, making you stand with your back facing him, not allowing you to see which knot he's going to do with.

"Hands to the back," he orders with his head looming on your shoulder.

You comply right away, putting your hands to the back.

"Shibari is based on power play. When you're the person with the rope, the rigger, you're actually the one who is surrendering and trusting your partner," the expert says as she walks around watching everyone tying each other up.

That's what you're going to do, you're going to trust Minho and he'll be having too much fun with it but he'll do nothing to hurt you.

The second the rope brushes with your skin, you feel a chill down your spine and when Minho pulls them, tightening them around your wrists, you let out a low moan.

Once he's done with the hands, he tidies the ends of the rope before instructing you to lay on your stomach on the mat

You're getting even more nervous as he bends your legs to the back and ties them together.

"Too tight?" He asks.

You test the knot by twisting your ankles together but it doesn't budge at all, "mmh," you hum in answer.

"Good," he calmly responds.

If this is his way of getting back at you then you just have to accept it. You should be grateful that he doesn't tie the rope around your neck.

He then brings your hands and legs together, tying them with the rest of the rope. He pulls at it to make sure the knot is securely tied.

You try to wiggle your body and try any way you can to break away but it's a fruitless effort, you're running out of breath from lying on your stomach for too long.

Minho notices and helps you to turn over, but your hands are now pressed under your body as you lay on your back.

"I can't get out of this," you tell him as he stands, towering over your body.

"No, you can't," he says with a malicious grin.

Minho then lays next to you on the mat, scoots closer to shield you from the sun, and then props a hand under his head as he enjoys watching you helplessly lying next to him.

"You're enjoying this," you say.

That's a wrong thing to say because he hasn't started yet. He picks a flower from the plant near him and uses it to caress your body, dragging the soft petal down the front of your body.

He knows that it does things to you and he can see it from the way your chest is heaving as the flower reaches to your lower abdomen.

Your legs are slightly shaking as he drags it lower and then stops right on the elastic band of your bikini bottom, tugging the flower there.

YOU: I must say it's the best kind of punishment. I don't even think it's a punishment [winks]

"Why did you kiss him?"

You know that Zara has been waiting to ask you that from the moment she found out about it.

You dab your face with a layer of foundation to get ready for the night, "I don't know. I was having fun."

She gives you a scolding look and tips her head to the side, "Girl!"

"I know but at that time I was feeling like... You know, it was so easy to break the rules," you honestly answer because you did feel that way.

There was nothing intimate about the kiss with Jack, if anything it was selfish of you to spend money on a meaningless kiss. You can see now how foolish you were for doing that.

"But instead of upset, I am so jealous of you," she says with a sad sigh.

You get quiet because you know how hard it is for her to even try to tempt Bryan to break the rules with her.

"He didn't even let me cuddle him," she adds.

It's a good thing that Bryan wants to be on Lana's good side but he disregards Zara's opinions about it, putting her needs aside which makes him just as selfish as you are.

YOU: The plan is I'm going to look hot, be a good girl, and talk to Minho. Wish me luck [Crosses fingers]

Taking a glass of drink to fuel your courage, you check if Minho is in a good mood before coming and start talking to him.

"Can I sit with you?" You ask for his permission when you usually would plop down next to him without asking.

He glances up and nods, "Yeah."

Minho doesn't talk much and you should be used to his short, concise answers but it seems a little different tonight, there's an edge to it.

You sit next to him and put a space in between, "You look good tonight," you compliment.

Minho is indeed looking good tonight. That's why he model, because everything looks good on him but you bet that he looks better with nothing on.

He tips his head to one side and looks at the dress you're wearing, "You too," he compliments back with a thin smile.

A little attention is better than nothing. You sweetly smile and mutter, "Aw, thank you!"

Before you forget your initial reason because of just one compliment, you remind yourself that you come to talk.

"So... how are we feeling?" You ask, testing the water before diving right into it.

"About what?" He innocently asks.

You lick your lips before answering, "About the kiss."

"Which kiss?"

Your palms are getting sweaty on your lap. It's like whatever answer you're going to give him would be a wrong one.

"Our kisses or...?" He asks again because you stay quiet.

You take a breath and try to slowly explain everything, "I think the kisses we shared are special. I can see that we have chemistry and connection."

He tilts his head low enough to give you the stare, "If that's so then why did you kiss someone else?"

You keep your calm and answer, "That kiss with Jack, it was nothing. I don't have any feelings for him so you don't have to worry about that."

Minho responds with a nod but no words come out of his slightly parted mouth.

YOU: I usually just walk away from a situation like this and stop caring about it but I want to make this work with him.

"Are you mad at me?" You ask because that's what you're dying to know.

He's been too calm that you start to think that he probably doesn't like you to even care about it but he only replies with a shrug.

"I don't want you to be mad at me because I do like you," you tell him to get an answer out of him.

He stares at you and makes you wait in anticipation to get a response from him. After a while, he leans back on the sofa and says, "We'll see."

You usually like the mystery those words bring whenever Minho says that but not this time.

"'We'll see'? What is that supposed to mean?" You ask in pure confusion.

"I need time," he answers.

You scoff and try to process his answer, "You want me to sit around and wait for like what? A week? Ten days?"

He slumps down the sofa and spreads his legs, casually he says, "I need time to get over it so until then... We'll see."

YOU: I kissed Jack because I saw Minho flirting with the other girls so why am I the only one having to wait for him to come around?

"Okay," you meekly say even though you're not sure that he'll get over it before the retreat ends.

You think that this is possibly his way to keep his options open or maybe that your fear is true, he doesn't like you that much. You just like to play games with each other.

"Are we still going to sleep in the same bed?"

"I don't know," he replies.

This is probably the right time to cut everything off before you get too attached to him when the options are still wide open and who knows that Lana will bring more guests to the retreat, there are many possibilities so why do you have to trap yourself in such a confusing situation and wasting your time on one guy?

You look away and shrug, "Okay, alright."

YOU: If Minho doesn't want to give me what I want then I'll just have to get it from someone else.

You're not tired but you're so ready for bed. You brush your hair quickly before going to the bedroom.

You don't look around but going to Jack's bed, you put the duvet away and say, "Come on, you're sleeping with me tonight," you tell him.

He looks taken aback but awkwardly follows you as you climb onto the bed you shared with Minho for the past two days.

Agnes is giving you the questioning look but just like everyone else, they don't say anything but let the drama unfold.

You get under the cover with him and turn to the side to look at him, "Are you cuddly, Jack?"

He pauses for a moment then says, "I am."

"I love good cuddles."

"Yeah?" He asks with a gleeful grin and eyes that are filled with hopeful glints.

"Of course."

YOU: I told you, Jack is my cute boy toy.

You slip your hand in his curls and play with it, at the same time, watching the door because Minho can come at any minute now.

"Your hair is so soft," you comment.

The door swings open and Minho steps inside, stopping on his track for a second to see that someone else has taken his spot.

The brief look he gives you is enough to make you gulp air, he's saying nothing but has to share a bed with Alia.

The silence is suffocating as everyone watches intently every gesture or expression on either you or Minho to get any hints about what's happening between the two of you.

Their eyes are going back and forth because your beds are facing each other.

"Don't you feel a little hot, Jack?" You ask.

"Uhm..." he hums as he thinks of an answer to such an easy question, "I think so."

You sit on the bed and look in Minho's direction, not necessarily seeing him eye to eye. You take your top off, not caring that this will be broadcasted all over the world and everyone can see your tits.

"Oh... fuck..." you hear Jack curses under his breath next to you.

Minho takes a sip of water from his tumbler and you can see that his jaw tensed as he swallows his water.

Once the lights are out, you get under the cover and turn to the side to face Jack. For someone who kissed two girls at once, he's playing safe by keeping his hands away from you.

You lean in close to his pillow, "How was your day?"

He rakes his brain to answer another simple question, "Can't complain," he answers.

You giggle because of how cute he is, how oblivious to the fact that you're using him to make Minho jealous. When you think about the kiss you shared with him, he isn't that bad of a kisser, he was too excited at that time to focus on using his skill.

You kind of want to give him a second chance so you lean in closer and ask him, "What do you think about spending 6 grand tonight?"

YOU: We'll see? No, Minho. You'll see.

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DON’T WANT TO BREAK UP AGAIN - L.HS

( A PART OF THE ETERNAL SUNSHINE SERIES.)

IN WHICH..

Caught in a complex situationship with Heeseung, doubts about his feelings plagued you. The fluctuation between closeness and distance left you bewildered. Summoning courage, you confronted him, anxious about his sincerity. As you questioned his intentions, anticipation filled you. Would he end things or commit? With bated breath, you awaited his response, longing for closure in this tangled relationship. Time stood still as you hoped for clarity, unsure of what the future held with Heeseung.

PAIRING & CATEGORIES

toxic situationship! heeseung x situationship gn reader, situationship to strangers, second chance, (somewhat) impossible love, angst

CAUTION

mentions of a toxic relationship, heeseung is toxic asf, crying, cheating, manipulation

THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT HEESEUNG IN REAL LIFE. THIS IS PURE FICTION.

STAR’S DAIRY

i swear this was supposed to be a happy ending

TAGLIST

@cholexc @yyawnjun @rosas-in-the-garden @allforhee @ilovejungwonandhaechan @ifuckedheeseung @jooniesbears-blog @niki-the-genius @lilyuwon @ihrtnrk

HEADPHONES PLAYING..

don’t wanna break up again by ariana grande

AS YOUR TEARS CONTINUE TO FLOW DOWN YOUR CHEEKS, the sound of a blasting soccer game on the TV, being watched by Heessung, fills the room. The cheers and shouts from the players and fans contrast sharply with the quiet sobs escaping your lips.

For weeks, tears have stained your cheeks as you've endured heartache. Despite the anguish you've faced, Heeseung remains indifferent to your suffering. His lack of empathy cuts deep as he chooses to ignore your pain, opting instead to revel in the frivolity of parties and fun.

It's a cruel reminder of how little he values your emotions, further deepening the wound of rejection. As you continue to cry in silence, his absence speaks volumes, echoing the emptiness in your heart.

Feeling fed up and frustrated, you forcefully close the door behind you, determined to finally address his intention with you. The overwhelming emotions swirling inside you push you to take action and confront him. The weight of the tension between you both hangs heavy in the air, spurring you forward with a sense of urgency. As you make your way towards him, your heart races with anticipation and apprehension. The need to speak your truth and seek resolution fuels your every step.

As you guide Heeseung to sit down, you position yourself in front of him and fold your arms across your chest. Your gaze is steady and unwavering, conveying your seriousness and determination. Heeseung meets your eyes, his expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what is to come. The silence stretches between you, thick with unspoken words. Finally, you speak, the words measured and deliberate, as you begin the difficult conversation that lies ahead.

“Do you love me Heeseung?”

The living room is enveloped in a heavy silence, as if time itself has come to a standstill. Heeseung's eyes meet yours, filled with uncertainty and hesitation

As Heeseung remains silent, you swiftly grab your purse and exit the room. A heavy emptiness settles in your heart as you make your way out the door.

As you were about to depart, Heeseung's gentle touch on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. His pleading eyes silently begged you to stay, to reconsider. The raw emotion in his gaze tugged at your heartstrings, making it difficult to turn away. You could feel the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air, heavy with longing and desperation.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as you struggled with conflicting emotions. A part of you wanted to stay, to comfort him, while another part reminded you of the reasons you needed to leave. It was a bittersweet moment of indecision.

“I do y/n.”

As you turn to face him, he reaches out and gently grabs your cheeks, pulling you closer to him. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine as he leans in to kiss you with a passion that takes your breath away. His lips meet yours in a rush of desire, igniting a fire within you that burns brightly. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the intensity of the moment.

As time continued to tick away, you discovered yourself snuggled up on the cozy couch, watching Heeseung peacefully asleep. His rhythmic breathing filled the room with a sense of tranquility, as you couldn't help but admire his serene expression.

As you were captivated by his handsome features, a sudden notification interrupted the moment, causing confusion to cloud your thoughts. The sound of the notification chimed through the room, drawing your attention away from the enchanting sight before you. You couldn't help but wonder who could be reaching out to him at that moment, disrupting the tranquility of the moment.

- princess ❤️

Baby I miss you :(( when are you gonna leave that boring y/n

As your body trembles, you rise from the couch, gathering your belongings while tears once again cascade down your cheeks. The overwhelming emotions that flood your being threaten to consume you as you struggle to maintain composure.

Each item you pack represents a memory, a piece of your heart that you must now take with you as you move forward. The weight of the past bears down on you, making it difficult to breathe as you confront the reality of leaving behind what once was. With a heavy heart,

The harsh truth crashes over you like a wave, as you walk out of your shared apartment and stared at Heeseung for the last time. The weight of unanswered questions and unspoken words hangs heavy in the air, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You can't help but wonder how your once loving "relationship" could have been. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks, shattering any illusions you have about the future. As you turn away and walk out the door, you can't help but feel pathetic.

As the bitterness lingered on your tongue, tears streamed down your face uncontrollably. With a heavy heart, you made your way to the door, each step feeling like a weight upon your soul. The taste of disappointment and sadness filled your mouth, leaving a bitter aftertaste. The sobs that escaped your lips were a symphony of pain and sorrow, echoing through the empty hallways. With each sob, your chest tightened, making it hard to breathe. And yet, despite the overwhelming emotions, you found the strength to walk out the door, leaving behind a trail of tears and heartache.

But at least you finally learned your lesson. That you could never change Heeseung for the better.

Heeseung will never change.

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kaleidoscope-ize · 10 months

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To this day I still don’t know a single fucking thing about this Jerma fellow.

Does he stream video games? Bust myths? Host a conversational podcast?

Is he a serious but chill fellow, or as silly and unhinged as all the memes portray?

Is he loved? Hated? Both at the same time?

And you can’t ask any of his fans about him because they’ll tell you that he’s a soccer mom or an immortal prince or a serial killer and there’s a non-zero chance that any of it is lies. Like his fans only speak in riddles.

It’s gone on for so long that at this point I don’t even want to know what’s fact and what’s fiction for this mischievous pixie. The truth, any truth, no matter how fantastic, would only disappoint.

Shine on, Jerma Nine-Eight-Five, you trickster god.

#Jerma did the bite of 89 #196 #rule #r/196 #r196 #rambling #my posts #Jerma #jerma985 #jermaposting

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footballfanficwriter · 1 month

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International Friendly, not so Friendly

Summary:where Kylian is pissed about the game against Germany

"Maman?"

"Oui?"

"Where is papa?"

"Getting ready for his match love, that's why we need to get ready and head to the Stadium to watch him play"

Today is the first International break of the year that means Kylian is gonna be back to Captaining the team again

"I can't find my shoe Maman"

"Here it is Babe"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome"

"Ok let's go"

Claire and I make our way out of the house and to the Garage where the car is parked

I buckle her up in her seat and we start making our way to the Stadium

When we arrive it's noisy, the sound of French people dominates the stadium, cheering and chanting the player's names as they do their warm ups

As we arrive I spot Kylian and he only notices us after 10 minutes and sends us a wave and a kiss

Claire gigles and kicks her legs that barley touch the ground in her seat as she watches her father do what he loves

Kylian occasionally sends waves our way and the only thing they are doing is making claire more excited

The game starts a small Volkswagen car comes onto the pitch and Kai Haverts picks it up

The refs blows the whistle and Kai kicks the ball to Tony Kroos who send it to Florian Wirtz who shoots the ball and sends it hitting the back of the net

The German players Celebrate the goal

And the once dominating sound of the French has now stopped the only cheers coming from the German Supporters that only take up a small portion of the Stadium compared to the French that take up most of it

I watch Kylian's reaction and he doesn't look pleased to say the least, turning my head and looking next to me I see the once excited and giddy girl with her mouth open and eyes big, just like her father's in that very moment

"Maman what happened?"

"They scored ma cheri"

"Merde" she says

I turn with my head and looks at her with a shocked expression

"Claire who taught you that word?

"Uncle Ethan"

"I'm gonna kill him"

The game goes on and by the time it's full time Germany have won

Again the Sound of the French has now died down

Partly because some had already left in the 65th Minute when they saw how the game was going to end

The score is 0-2 and understandably all the French players want to get off the pitch as soon as possible

"Maman"

"Oui?"

"Can we go get Papa and go home now"

"Yeah let's go"

We make our way down and wait for Kylian to take his shower

After 30 minutes he comes out and gives Claire and I Hugs

"Ca va Papa?"

"Oui ca va ma cheri, je très bien" he says putting a fake smile on his face

We make our way to the car in silence, Kylian buckles Claire up and I go to the driver's seat and start the engine

The whole car ride home is silent, the tension is thick as hell, I don't want to say anything so I'll just keep quiet and focus on the road

When we get home Kylian gets out of the car, unbuckled Claire and they make their way into the house while I get that bags we went with

I enter the house and walk to Claire's room to leave her bag in her room and as I'm about to walk in i hear Claire and Kylian talking

"Why are you upset Papa?"

"We lost Claire" he says taking out some pajamas from her wardrobe

"But we'll get them next Time right?'

"Mhm, c'mon arms up so we can get you into this shirt"

Claire lifts her arms up and Kylian helps her get into her Pajamas

"Papa?"

"Oui?"

"Did you get hurt?"

"No, my love, I just need to get some ice on my foot it will be fine, c'mon teeth"

They walk to Claire's bathroom and she brushes her teeth

"Whach abut unchle TchTch, ish he gonna be fun?"

"What?"

Claire spits her toothpaste out and says

"I said what about uncle Tchou-Tchou is he gonna be fine?, he looked really hurt during the game"

"I don't know, but I hope he is, we need him for Tuesday's game"

"Yeah"

"Ok Bug, bedtime now, c'mon"

Kylian Carries Claire to her bed and tucks her in

"Bonne nuit papa"

"Bonne nuit ma cherie"

"Je'taime"

"Je t'aime aussi"

He closes her door and finds me standing in the passage

I don't say anything to him but I come in for a hug and he lays his head on my shoulder and sights

"Merde" he says

I slightly chuckle a bit and he looks at me and asks what

"Your daughter said the exact same thing when I told her they scored"

"Where did she learn that from?"

"Ton Fére" ( your Brother)

He laughs and we walk to our room and get ready for bed

The next day I'm woken up with my Daughter barging into the room and her hair all over the place

"Claire, tu veux quoi"( what do you want)

"Je veut mon pere"( I want my father)

"Kylian, C'est ta Fille, Elle veut toi" I say (you Daughter wants you)

He wakes up and looks at Claire who's stood at the end of the bed

"Hello Bug, what can I help you with?"

"I made something for you" she says using her shy voice

"Ok let's see it"

She hands Kylian the card she made him filled with a whole lot of glitter

She drew a picture of Kylian kicking a ball and scoring a goal

"I saw how upset you were yesterday so I made you a card to show you that next time you can do it pasque t'es mon pére"(because you're my dad)

Kylian smiles, gives her a hug and kiss on her forehead

"Where did you find the time to make this love?" I ask

"I stayed up all night"

"What Claire?"

"C'mon"

We walk into Claire's room and see papers and glitter everywhere

"Merde alors" I say ( Holy sh*t)

"Mon deiu" Kylian says ( My God)

"Claire, how did this room get like this?"

"I was making Papa's card and I thought if I'm making a card for Papa then Maman will feel left out and she'll feel bad and think I don't love her and don't want you to...

"Breath Honey" I tell her because she was rambling without taking breaths

She takes a deep breath and continues talking

"I don't want you to feel bad or think that I don't love you so I made you a card aswell, here" she says

She walks to one of her drawers and pulls out a blue card

"I made it in your favorite color so you'll like it more"

I take the card and look at the picture that Is drawn

It's a picture of me and Claire

"Aww, amore merci, c'est tres beau" ( love thank you, it's so beautiful)

"De rein Maman" ( you're welcome Mom)

"Now we need to get you to sleep because you're gonna be cranky the whole day if not"

I help her out of her pajamas since they have glitter glue on them and need to be washed, I then give her one of my shirts to wear and the stupid child starts imitating me, making Kylian laugh as he watches Claire being funny

I chuckle and say "Go sleep in my room Claire"

"Ok, j'taime Maman"

"Je t'aime aussi ma cherie"

She walks to my room and climbs on the bed

"Get the brooms" I tell Kylian

"What why me?"

"It's your fault she did this in the first place"

While we're cleaning the room Kylian speaks up

"You know we're actually lucky to have her as our Daughter"

"Yeah we are, she really is an Angel "

"Well most of the time"

"We've birthed a Comedian"

"That's definitely true, can you imagine how she's gonna be when she's older?"

"Oh God please, don't say that, I can already see it"

He laughs and gets back to sweeping the Glitter the floor

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Jude taking all his frustrations on u after his team lost the game? But he takes it all in bed and he praises reader alotttt🙏🏼

Omg I can just picture angry Jude, he'd be so rough but also gentle because he doesn't want to hurt you. // this man does things to me.

Minors DNI!!

Word Count: 564

Author’s Note: I def got carried away with this one but I’m not mad about it, and I know you guys won’t be either. Jude is soooo !!!! Like idk how to explain it but I love this man.

Jude arrived home, he made sure to let you know of his presence by slamming the door shut, obviously not in the best mood taking in the fact that they lost to Barcelona 0-3.

You always knew of the rivalry between the two teams, and you could only imagine how frustrating it must be for the boys, now that they’ve lost to them.

Knowing Jude, he wouldn’t take the loss too well.

“Babe?” You called out to him as you walked upstairs to the bedroom, but you got no response.

Entering the room, there Jude sat at the edge of the bed staring into blank space, jaw clenched, clearly upset. You stood in front of him, your hands gently caressing his face.

“Look, I know you’re upset about how today's match went.. but I know what’ll make you feel better.” You leaned down, placing a soft kiss to his lips.

And just like that; Jude had you on the bed, pinned under him.

He grabbed your hands, pinning them above your head before leaning down, “I’m gonna do whatever I want, and you’re just going to lay there and take it.” He whispered into your ear.

You nodded your head, trying so hard to bite back your smile. You loved when he was like this- yeah you felt bad he was upset about the game but deep down you were excited for what was about to happen next.

You let out a gasp once he slid into you, but that was immediately replaced with your moans- you savored the feeling of him stretching you out, didn’t matter how many times you guys had sex, you’d never fully get used to his size.

Jude set the pace, fast and rough, the way you both liked. His hand gripped your throat while he fucked into you.

“Taking me so well, like the whore you are.” He spoke through gritted teeth.

All you could do in that moment was nod, while the whimpers escaped you, it felt so good, so good to the point that you could cry.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” He placed a sloppy kiss on your lips, and trust me, it was messy. You could feel the spit pooling from the corner of your mouth but you loved it.

“You’re mine yeah? I do whatever I want with you.” He groaned, he lifted your leg over his shoulder, putting him at a deeper angle, the tip of his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You look so pretty with my cock in you.”

Jude loved this shit, being able to take his frustrations out on you in bed, knowing you both loved the roughness, it was his favorite thing.- He smirked, watching your eyes roll back into your head, the way your back arched pushing your bare chest against his.

The grip he once had on your throat was now gone, he slid his hand down, making its way in between your thighs. Resting right on top of your cunt before pressing down, rubbing slow circles against your swollen clit.

“P-please” you managed to choke out, your legs began to shake as your orgasm approached you, “I’m gonna-“

You were cut off by Jude- “I know baby, let go for me.”

“Cmon, you can do it.” He coached you through your orgasm, soon following after; spilling his load deep inside you.

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𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴

description: In which sam kerr falls in love with sabrina carpenter’s best friend, a world renowned pop star who happens to be in australia for the world cup

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sam kerr x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: language, cuteness - like so much, mutual pining

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The show began just as usual, y/n and Sabrina dancing out to the screams and cheers, however this time, it was strange for y/n to know her celebrity crush was watching from the VIP box.

As y/n got out she shielded her eyes so she could look out on the crowd, faces grinning back at her and her best friend. y/n chanced a look up at the box and waved at the Tillies who cheered back.

"Adelaideeee!" y/n sung and the crowd got louder. "It is so good to see you sexy people!" She shouted.

"y/n means that to some more than others." Sabrina added. "Particularly single soccer captains." She adds.

y/n's head snaps to her best friend who giggles as the crowd goes wild, though y/n's obsession with football is well known, it wasn't often that her celebrity crushes were outed.

As y/n was very close with a few of the lionesses and now more of them, y/n had tried to stay clear of ending up in bed with any other ones of her friends professions, though had failed a few times.

However, the lionesses all knew about her very big crush on Sam Kerr, the single footballer being a sort of obsession for the singer and the group had promised Sabrina whatever she wanted if she made something happen that night.

"It's football." y/n adds to Sabrina who scoffs.

"It's soccer." Sabrina counters.

"Football."

"Soccer."

"Football."

"Soccer."

"Football."

Sabrina huffed at her stubborn best friend and the crowd laughed and cheered for their favourite duo.

"I guess we should do some singing." y/n sighs and the crowd gets louder as the intro plays.

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As it got to the end of the show the outro as usual started to play and the crowd cheered again as y/n took Sabrina's hand, the two swinging their interlocked fingers manically.

"Ya girls are crazy but feeling so free." y/n sang, people cheering as Sabrina giggled.

"Ya'll so hot, it's raising the degrees." Sabrina improved back, the crowd cheering as she winked, y/n panicked not having thought about her improv much.

"Sam Kerr I am single please DM me." y/n finished, Sabrina howling in laughter as y/n covered her mouth and crouched down, her heels helping her pop a Japanese Squat as she covered her face.

The crowd went crazy, cheers and screams echoing as the Matildas all cheered and patted their single captain on her back, Sam trying her best to not appear as if her cheeks were on fire.

"I'm sorry I panicked." y/n said into the microphone, still laughing with Sabrina.

"But seriously Sam, DM cause she's this hot on a Sunday." Sabrina states and the crowd cheers again.

"Okay shush." y/n laughs and the crowd cheers once again as the light finds the Matildas.

The screams get louder once the crowd see their football team and Sabrina laughs again when the camera zooms in on Sam who winks, y/n turning around and burying her face into her hands.

"Man life is tough." y/n sighs into her mic and everyone laughs at her again. "Anyways." She adds.

"Thank you so much for an amazing night." Sabrina says. "Ya'll have been amazing!" She adds.

"One hundred percent, you guys have been such a good crowd and thank you for that! We appreciate you all so much, the fact you buy these tickets, make these signs." y/n continues.

"Yeah, it is fantastic and we are so thankful for you all." Sabrina nods.

y/n smiles as the crowd cheers and she walks to Sabrina and wraps an arm around her friend's shoulders, the two waving out to the crowd as something is thrown at y/n.

"What's that?" y/n asks, reaching out and catching it to the shock of most people. "Oh it's a bra." y/n sighs before throwing it behind her.

"I really hope that wasn't worn." Sabrina says as y/n nods.

"And now someone has lost their cute bralette." y/n says sadly.

"Also, I hope that wasn't for you, because I tell you what she could get in that, half a tit." Sabrina says, pointing at the discarded blue bralette which was for a b-cup, definitely not y/n's size.

The crowd laughs of that and the girls say goodbye one more time before walking away to the screams and cheers as they finally get to backstage and help the crew get their mic packs off.

"This top is so tight, I'm going to have gone down a cup size by the time I get out of it." y/n huffs causing Sabrina to burst into laughter as they walk into their dressing room.

"Oh." Sabrina says and y/n's mouth drops at the Matildas who are all waiting for them.

"Holy SHIT." y/n shouts. "It's Mackenzie fucking Arnold." She says grabbing Sabrina's hands.

"I can see that sweetie." Sabrina snorts.

"Holy shit, it's y/n l/n!" Mackenzie calls back, just as excited to meet the world famous popstar.

y/n turns around for a brief moment, closing her eyes as she tries not to make herself look incredibly uncool which she knew she already had.

"Sorry, she panics." Sabrina apologises causing the team to laugh. y/n then turns back around and sighs.

"Apologies, I panic." She nods and the group laughs again. "I am a very big fan." She adds to Mackenzie.

"We are massive fans of ya." Mackenzie says back and y/n grins as a younger girl comes bounding over.

"Hi, I'm Kyra, I'm like a massive fan of you both." She admits and y/n grins pulling her into a hug which Kyra squealed at.

"You've just joined Arsenal haven't you?" y/n asks as they pull away and Kyra nods. "You're so talented!" She coos and Kyra looks as if she could have fainted.

"Right, can we please get these shoes off and change, then we can go out to dinner as planned?" Sabrina asks and y/n huffs.

"You never tell me anything, but yes please, my feet hurt." She adds as she and Sabrina shuffle over and hop their heels off, talking with the group of Australians as they do so.

After twenty minutes of getting to know them and laughing Sabrina and y/n quickly change behind their screens, coming out in dinner outfits and get ready to leave.

"Back again tomorrow." Sabrina smiles as she and y/n look around their dressing room, the Matildas having already been ushered out and into the cars.

"Sold out three nights at Adelaide, crazy." y/n laughs.

"50, 000 people a night." Sabrina adds and the two share a grin before grabbing their bags and walking out into the warm Australian air.

There are two cars waiting and Sabrina smirks, sharing a fist bump with one of their drivers as she tells y/n she will go in one car, and y/n in the other.

"Okay." y/n hums.

Sabrina kisses her cheek, and y/n smiles before getting into the car and buckling herself in, she then pauses when she realises who else in the car. Sam Kerr watching with a small smile.

"Oh that little shit." y/n sighs, placing her head in her hands.

"And here's me thinking you'd be excited." Sam chuckles as they pull away from the Oval.

"Would you be if you'd just admitted to 50, 000 people that you find me hot?" y/n laughs and Sam chuckles.

"I'd be happy to tell the world that I find you hot." Sam shrugs and y/n's head snaps up as she feels as if Sam had just stolen her lungs from her with a simple sentence.

"Okay, cool, cool cool cool." y/n nods before groaning. "Jesus, I am not usually this shit a flirting Christ." She scolds and Sam laughs.

"Ah, you're not doing too bad." Sam promises. "But there's no way for me to convince you to become a Chelsea fan?" She asks cheekily and y/n snorts.

"You'd have better luck trying to stop the night coming Kerr." y/n laughed and Sam chuckled.

"On last name term now are we, l/n?" Sam asks and y/n shrugs innocently.

"I didn't realise we were on first name terms." y/n says simply and Sam chuckles as she offers her hand out.

"Samantha." Sam offers and y/n smiles, placing her hand in Sam's.

"y/n." y/n smiles, but her cheeks darken when Sam brings her hand up to her lips to kiss it lightly.

"So, y/n." Sam begins. "I seem to have a problem as I can't seem to remember my number, can I just have yours instead?" She asks.

y/n lets out a delighted laugh at that, Sam's smile turning into a grin at the sound of the singer's laugh. y/n shakes her head at the flirt but can't calm the butterflies which have yet to settle in her stomach.

"Give me your phone then superstar." y/n chuckles, Sam smiling in pride as she watched y/n type in her number onto her phone and hand it back to her.

The car pulls to a stop and y/n calls out a thank you to her driver who reassures her it's no trouble. Sam slides out first, making it around to y/n's door so she can help her out.

"What a lovely lady you are Sam." y/n chuckles and Sam winks at her as she wraps an arm around her.

"Only for you Chick." Sam hums and watches delightedly as y/n's cheek flare again, especially as Sam's teammates cheer suggestively as they finally join the rest.

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"So, did you actually improv the DM me line?" Sam asked y/n, the two were sat watching Torrens. It was late in the evening now and most of the girls had gone back to their camp other than Sam and y/n.

The world cup didn't kick-off for another twelve days, but training was brutal, and the girls had a rather late session tomorrow so they could come to the show tonight and increase social media talk.

"Yep, completely panicked." y/n chuckled, the 3am air not as bothersome since Sam gave her the jacket.

"And you genuinely are attracted to me?" Sam asks.

"Insanely attracted to you." y/n groans, Sam chuckling at that.

"And you wouldn't mind if I kissed you right now?" Sam asked.

"Not at all." y/n said, before she paused and realised what had been said. "Wait, what..." y/n began but lips being placed on hers shut her up.

The kiss was still, soft, a long peck but it was what they both had wanted all night and as they pulled away Sam grinned at y/n's shocked look.

"I wanna take you out." Sam hummed and y/n nodded aimlessly.

"Anytime, anyplace, anywhere." y/n breathed and Sam laughed as she wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close.

"You've got a place near London right?" Sam asks and y/n nods.

"Yeah." She hums.

"So if it goes well, we can definitely continue back in England." She adds and y/n smiled.

"Bet." She nods.

"Bet indeed." Sam chuckles.

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part two ?? ;)))

- Queenie x

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