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raccoon-eyed-rebel · 9 months

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Part 27 - Girls just wanna have fun

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Summary: The girls have their long awaited girls' night!

Warnings: recreational drinking, lots of sex talk in probably way too much detail...

Word count: 7k

A/N: Alright, prepare to learn some new things about the girls, and be reminded of some favorite - or less favorite, I don't know - moments... I had absolutely never planned for this to be so insanely long...

@geralts-yenn @summersong69 @livisss @sillyrabbit81 @ellethespaceunicorn @ylva-syverson @poledancingdinos @deandoesthingstome

“Elena! Come in!” A shivering Elena stepped into the apartment, handing Dani her bags, and hanging her coat on the coat rack Dani pointed to. “Can I get you some tea? Hot chocolate?”

“Mulled wine,” Ariel called over from the table.

Elena’s eyes lit up. “You guys have mulled wine?”

“Sloane felt like making it,” Dani laughed, “want some?”

“Please! It’s freezing out!” It really was. Over the past few days, it had been snowing almost constantly, and today was no exception. “This snowstorm makes me wish I was with Sherlock right now,” Elena sighed. At the table, Sloane and Ariel rolled their eyes.

“Not this again, we just heard thirty minutes of this from Dani and Sol! ‘Oh, I wish I could snuggle up to Mike right now, blah blah blah.’ ‘Oh, I wish Geralt were here so he could make me warm with his big strong arms-‘“

“I did not say that!” Sol interrupted as she shuffled the deck of cards she was holding.

“Maybe I took some creative liberties,” Ariel replied, “but that was the gist of it, wasn’t it?”

Sol shrugged. She wasn’t too far off, there had indeed been some complaining about the lack of contact of the intimate variety. “Besides,” she said, “you cannot possibly blame me for wanting to jump that man. Right, Dani?”

“I’ve already apologized for that!” Dani complained as she walked back from the kitchen, holding a tray full of steaming cups.

Sloane, Ariel and Elena gathered around Sol at the table, mischievous looks in their eyes. “What happened?”

“Mike issued a ban on Geralt walking around the house without a shirt on,” Sol said with an apologetic smile to Dani, “because apparently she was rather… distracted… by the sight.”

“And you would have been too,” Dani said before any of the others could open their mouths. “That man is a beast.”

“Alright, that’s enough drooling over our wine, thank you…” Ariel took a cup off the tray and leaned back. “Besides, I don’t think I believe any of this. She drools over Mike the same way and – I am so very sorry about this – he’s a skinny little twig.”

Dani huffed at the insult. “He’s not! He’s… lean.” Alright, maybe he was a skinny little twig – especially compared to Geralt. But he was her skinny little twig. “Anyway, Elena! Sol was going to do a tarot reading before you came in, can we get back to that?”

“Nice try,” Sloane laughed, “so, Sol… is she exaggerating?” Her eyes went wide when Sol shook her head – a little too slowly, and a little too smugly, maybe.

“I might have a picture somewhere…” She put the cards down and picked up her phone while the others wondered why she had shirtless pictures of her boyfriend on her phone. “We were in a long-distance relationship for three years… I could show you a picture of his cock if I wanted to. And before you ask, I don’t want to.” She chuckled as Sloane rolled her eyes, knowing she was only half-joking.

“Does anyone know why Ange is late?” Elena interrupted. Anjelica wasn’t the type to be late. In fact, everyone was more than a little surprised that she hadn’t shown up hours early, asking what she could help with. Solveig didn’t seem to know anything other than that she had to pick something up before the party.

After some more wine, some silly jokes and an interesting tarot reading for Ariel – where Sol told her she couldn’t know if some things were mistakes until after the fact, and which seemed to turn her a little quiet for a moment – there was another knock on the door.

“Hi everyone!” Ange beamed when she came in. Behind her was a girl none of the others recognized. “This is my gym bestie, Alexandra Carson. You can call her Alex.”

“Hi,” Alex said a bit awkwardly. “I thought you said they knew I was coming,” she whispered to Anjelica, who shrugged apologetically.

Elena was the first to put two and two together: “Alexandra… The Lexi?”

“Only Marshall calls me that.” From the way she was standing there, everyone could tell that she was hurt – it was obvious in her eyes, her posture, and the way she bit her lip. “Angie invited me. She said you guys were okay with it, and that maybe you could help. If you don’t want me here, I’ll… I’ll go.”

“Please don’t leave,” Dani said as she reached out a hand and pulled Alex into the room. Then, she turned to Anjelica: “You know, you could have told us?”

“Yes, but I couldn’t take that risk. I’m scheming, leave me be.” She joined the others at the table and eyed the cards Sol still had laying in front of her. “Are you getting your witch on?”

“I was just done,” Sol replied, “I can’t concentrate with all of you around me, anyway.”

“She was finding us a picture of Geralt’s abs,” Ariel reminded her, and Alex was suspiciously quick to sit down.

“Oh, yes please,” Anjelica begged, “that man is a god.” She seemed to disappear in her thoughts for a moment, until Dani brought her back by reminding her of the existence of August, who – according to Dani’s mild description ‘didn’t look too bad, either’. “Oh, he’s a boxer, he’s got plenty of muscle, it’s just… You haven’t truly lived until you’ve seen Geralt half naked. I swear I dream of that man sometimes, sorry Sol.”

“It’s okay,” she replied with a smug smile, “I get it.” Something in her eyes told the others there was something she wasn’t telling them. Luckily, Ange was the queen of staring people down – which was impressive, because she was usually staring up at people. Sol folded her hands in her lap, something in her expression vaguely resembling guilt. “Alright, confession time?”

“Spit it out, Gustavsson,” Ange laughed.

“Last year, when I visited Geralt over the summer, I walked into the bathroom just as August got out of the shower…” Solveig made a vague and confused gesture at Anjelica’s body. “How? Where… How?”

“Oh good, we’re really gonna start this already! I need a drink!” Ange said before laughing. “Lots and lots of practice?” she added suggestively in reply to the question.

In the meantime, Sol had found the picture she was looking for and shared it with the rest, stressing this was the most innocent one she could find.

“Is that code for ‘the only one that doesn’t have his dick in it’?” Sloane didn’t deal in subtlety. Ever.

“Yes,” Sol replied point blank, rolling her eyes at Dani and Alex’ shocked expressions. “Babes, I was in a long-distance relationship for three years. The only things I could do with that thing were look at it and dream about it…”

“I wasn’t in a long-distance relationship for the past years and I have plenty of… material,” Ange laughed, turning her phone to reveal a shirtless August. “Besides, Dani, you’ve been going out with Mike for what? Four weeks? You must have tons of these?” Her eyes widened when Dani slowly shook her head.

“It’s mostly memes… fine, here.” She pulled up the conversation with Mike and put the phone in Angie’s eagerly outstretched hand.

“I’m not gonna find his dick in here, am I?” Ange asked while she was already scrolling through the pictures. “Ex-cuse me!” She turned Dani’s phone back to the others. “That’s a shameless thirst trap if I ever saw one…”

“Dani, for fuck’s sake!” Ariel playfully smacked Dani on the back of her head. “You said there wasn’t much to tell! ‘Skinny little twig’, my ass! ‘Fuckable’ is more like it!”

“Shit, she’s right. And…” Sloane shook her head. “Ladies… Print.”

“What? Where?” Ange turned the phone back.

“I’d say… the usual spot,” Sloane said with a raised eyebrow.

“What is she even looking at?” Alex joined in, making the others – except Dani, who wasn’t sure, either – chuckle.

“The outline of his dick,” Anjelica deadpanned, “very clearly visible in these thirst-trappy grey sweats.” She even went through the trouble of zooming in on the area of interest, and Dani felt like she could just die of embarrassment.

“Can we… oh God, Ange, please… Give me my phone, please. Now.” She grabbed it quickly and put it away.

“For a year and a half I looked at Mike like a little brother, or a puppy, or maybe a bit of both, but now… I’m a changed woman.” Ange laughed, and the others soon followed. “Like, I knew he was cute, but… he’s so silly and… Okay, honestly? I always kinda expected Mike to be the guy who just goes ‘go go gadget cockring’ in the middle of sex somehow and…” Dani nearly spit her sip of wine over the table.

“Not with a cockring,” she giggled between fits of coughing. The others looked at her. “Okay, okay. Ehm. We were, well, here, in my room, last week or something and we were… busy, and he just went… Oh my god. Yeah, so… literally like you just… The inspector gadget thing, and he pulls out my eh…”

“It’s called a vibrator, Dani, we all have them,” Ange laughed.

“And if any of you don’t, I’m very sorry about that and I have plenty of recommendations,” Sol added.

“Alright, well, yeah. So. In conclusion: He’s exactly the type to do that, Ange.” Dani had never been happier that her phone screen lit up. “Oh, looks like the boys are mocking us.”

Everyone looked at the screen, which showed a pic of Mike, Sy and Leon – and beer – with the caption ‘talking about how big your tits are, Sweetcheeks’.

“Oh! Another one!” Ange yelled, sliding her phone to the center of the table, showing everyone a photo of August and Geralt on the couch together. Maybe the photo was more casual than the silly one from Mike, but the text accompanying it sure wasn’t… ‘Remember that some things are for your eyes only’.

“That’s vaguely threatening,” Alex said, her eyes wide.

“That’s outright threatening,” Ange laughed, “just the way I like it.” The whole comment added to Alex’ confusion.

“I remember a comment from last week about him slapping the shit out of you, but I have to say I’m a little confused, now, too,” Sloane said.

Judging from the look on her face, Ange hadn’t really expected to have to explain the dynamics of her sex life. That was honestly her mistake.

“Think ‘fifty shades’ but with more respect and less abuse,” she said shyly. “It’s… I just…” “Ange,” Dani interrupted, “you don’t have to explain a single thing if you want to. That said, I always kinda thought August was the ‘chains and whips’ type.”

“I can’t begin to tell you how right you are,” Ange laughed. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Do you mind the question ‘why’? Not in a ‘ew, why’ kind of way but more… I don’t really understand the appeal, so… Like if you don’t want to answer that’s fine, too,” Alex asked very softly.

“Oh, sweetheart!” Ange laughed. “It’s… For starters it’s fun. And it turns my brain off, like… Don’t get me wrong. I’m a strong, independent woman, all the way, and I like it. But it’s tough to always be on top of everything, and stressing about whether I’m doing it all well enough and stuff… It’s a lot of pressure. Self-imposed pressure, but still.” She absentmindedly stroked a bruise on her wrist.

“I mean, that I can understand,” Ariel said slowly, “but bruises…”

“Hm, I don’t know, I’m always pretty fond of those mornings when you get up and see ‘shit, he grabbed me for real last night’,” Sloane laughed. The look on Solveig’s face told everyone she agreed. “Elena, you’ve been awfully quiet.”

“Ehm… Let’s say I don’t like to be on the receiving end of whatever you can think of that would mark me up,” she said with a smug smile. “Now if Sherlock were to give me permission to suck on his neck until people will start asking questions… gladly.”

“Ooooooh,” everyone said in unison as they listened to her ‘confession’.

“Sherlock is in so much trouble,” Sol chuckled.

“I’d love to tie that man up and edge him for a while…” Elena mused. “But it’s going to take at least a few months before I’ll bring that up.”

Everyone laughed at that comment, Dani and Alex went to get more drinks – deciding it would be easier to just leave the bottles on the table, and Ange shifted in her seat, throwing a curious glance at Elena.

“Just out of my absolutely insatiable curiosity… Is he any good?” she asked.

“Almost surprisingly so,” Elena laughed. “The way he pays attention… It’s honestly remarkable.”

“Remarkable is not a sexy term, Elena,” Ariel said.

“Neither are ‘calculated’, ‘skilled’, ‘proficient’, ‘observant’, ‘rational’…” Sloane added. ‘

Elena laughed and shook her head. “They are to me,” she said, clearly amused, “besides. It’s Sherlock. What were you expecting? Hot, passionate, and animalistic?”

“Hm, Sy’s keywords,” Dani muttered without thinking. Everyone except Sloane and Ari looked at her.

“You… like… What?” Really, seeing Anjelica at a loss for words was incredible.

“You slept with Sy?” Sol clarified – unnecessary, but still appreciated.

“God, yeah. I went to some orientation party and he was there and he ended up coming back here and…” Dani made a vague gesture. “Can you imagine my surprise when I ran into him in the kitchen the morning after my first night with Mike?”

“And after Sy had been responsible for you almost biting Mike’s dick off,” Sloane added with a grin, “let’s not forget about that…”

“You what?” Ange and Sol yelled at the same time.

“Alright so, yeah. Me and Mike were getting it on in the shower and he… Oh God.” Dani downed what was left of her glass of wine and poured herself a new one. “There’s no pretty way to say this, so I’m going to Mike it and say whatever pops into my head, okay?” The others nodded, clearly eager to hear the rest of this story.

“Did you just use Mike’s name as a verb for doing things impulsively?” Elena asked. There was no judgement to her voice, just… observation.

“Yes,” Dani laughed, “anyway… I’m on my knees with a mouth – throat, even – full of cock, and Sy knocks on the door – which I’m still surprised didn’t break, by the way, he slammed it so fucking hard… - to tell us to y’know… Get out of the shower. Which startled me, because duh! And I accidentally kinda… closed my mouth. Which meant… Yeah, I almost bit Mike’s dick off, so…. There’s that.”

“Who’s better?” Ange asked without thinking.

“Oh, God, don’t make me answer that,” Dani whined, but the guilt-ridden voice said it all. “Shit. Okay, so Mike is great! I literally can’t explain how amazing sex with him is. It’s fun, and silly and he takes care of me and I really, really, really can’t stress enough that it’s wonderful!” It almost sounded like an apology. No, scratch that. It was an apology. “And I mean… I only slept with Sy once – well, unless you count that threesome and…” “Unless you count that what?” Sloane and Ari shouted. Dani looked back at them like a deer in headlights.

“I heard ‘threesome’,” Ange said to Sol, “did you hear the word ‘threesome’?” “Oh, I heard it too,” Sol added, followed by confirmations from Elena and Alex.

“You guys, please,” Dani pleaded, “I can’t…”

“Ehm, yeah you can. This is a safe space,” Ariel taunted sweetly.

“Ehm, maybe someone else can share something with the group. Like why you didn’t jump on Leon when you had the chance,” Dani retorted. “I’m not going to be the only one talking about my sex life, thanks.”

Now it was Ari’s turn to shyly look around the table in hope to find some support somewhere – she didn’t find any, just curious looks. “I… hate that man,” she sighed.

“Lies!” Anjelica interrupted. “You don’t make a face like that when thinking of someone you hate.”

“Is it just me or are we in dire need of popcorn?” Elena whispered to Alex, who laughed. Dani got up and walked towards the kitchen.

“Your wish is my command,” she laughed as she threw a bag of popcorn on the table.

“Fine!” Ariel said. “I kinda like him. Kinda. Maybe. But he’s a smug, arrogant piece of work and…”

“So are you?” Sol guessed.

Before Ariel could protest, Sloane and Dani both nodded. “Yeah, she is,” Dani said, before looking at Sloane in disbelief. “Oh, please, Slo! As if you’re not exactly the same!”

“I don’t nix a guy based on the fact that he tries to do better than me in class, and…”

“No, you just fuck one you like and then ditch him based on…” “The fact that he’s an insane womanizer with no respect for monogamy?”

“Since when do you respect monogamy?”

“Whoa, listen! I’m not monogamous, that doesn’t mean I don’t respect monogamy. I don’t go creeping around with guys – or girls, for that matter – who are in monogamous relationships! I. Don’t. Cheat.”

“Ladies, please!” Anjelica interrupted. “I appreciate that therapy is – finally – in session, but one at a time! We started with Ari. Let’s wrap that up first. What was his big crime that made you run?”

Ariel seemed to give up on the idea of avoiding these questions, and resigned to the third degree she knew she was about to get. “He wanted to go down on me,” she sighed. Everyone at the table stared at her with open mouths.

Solveig was the first to shake her head as if to clear her initial shock away and speak: “Terribly sorry to not understand, but that sounds like the exact opposite of a problem to me?”

“Well… There was this guy, in high school… He told me I…” Her voice trailed off and she stared at her hands as she fiddled with the stem of her wine glass.

“Smelled funny, tasted bad, looked weird,” Anjelica sighed as if she knew exactly what Ariel was talking about – and perhaps she did.

“Looked weird, yeah. So now I’d rather just… And it’s so fucking ridiculous, too!” Ariels previous insecurity rapidly turned into a rant. “Like I’m so sorry, but ninety percent of dicks aren’t exactly going to win a beauty pageant, either. But this idiot tells me I got a weird looking cooch and I’m insecure for years and years…”

“Tell me Leon was not such a complete cock to go as far as confirming that,” Ange said, shaking her head.

“No, no… Eh… Oh God,” Ari stammered, “I… His first crime was guessing what my problem was in one try, which I found fucking annoying. And then his response… His exact words were: Blindfold me. Like, completely unironically… He meant that shit.

“You’re joking?” Sloane said in disbelief. “And… You’re telling me a guy tells you that… That he’ll literally let you blindfold him so he can eat you out, and you ran. Girl I would have said: Grab the fucking blindfold, now let me sit on your face.”

“Oh, he would have loved that,” Ange chuckled, “Leon likes a woman in charge.”

“How the fuck do you know?” Alex blurted out.

“I know his ex,” Anjelica said simply. That surprised absolutely no one.

“You know everyone,” Sol huffed.

“Yes, and that includes Leon’s ex,” Ange retorted, sounding a little snippy. “The real question is indeed: why’d you run?”

Ariel thought about that for a while, leaning back in her chair. The expression on her face told the others that she didn’t exactly know the answer to that question, either. “I guess I got scared. I think I like him, but… He’s not exactly boyfriend-material, is he?”

“I think the real question is: Do you want a relationship where you’re constantly challenging each other?” Dani said. The others nodded in agreement.

Ariel let her head fall to the table. “Yes,” she muttered before looking up again. “It just sucks. Like… I want to make this man my bitch – which is a feeling I’m very much used to. But I also want to worship every inch of his body. And that’s very new to me and I don’t fucking like it!”

“You’ll get used to it,” Sol answered. “Geralt annoyed me so much when we first met! Now he still annoys me, but at least we get to hash it out in the sheets.”

Everyone laughed for a moment, and then one by one, everyone turned to Sloane.

“Alright, ladies. Those rumors are all true. Charles Brandon fucks like a god. I mean, he’s obviously logged the hours, so it would be a crime for him to be worse than he is, but he’s good…” “You went back for seconds,” Dani said, eyes wide. “He was drunk and had a sprained hand on New Year’s Eve, and you told me you’d done most of the work but that he was adequate. You…”

“Yeah, I went back. So what, I wanted him at full capacity, sue me!” She rolled her eyes and knocked back the rest of her drink. “Who cares if it’s ‘one million satisfied customers’ with that guy?”

“Clearly you don’t, or you would have used a condom that first time,” Ariel said, realizing too late that that information may have been a little too private. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Sloane laughed, “I got tested again, just to be sure. It was stupid, I was way too drunk to make good decisions…” “You must have wanted him bad, girl,” Alex chuckled, looking a little flustered from all they’ve been talking about.

“That’s the thing… I came there hoping to hook up with Sy, what with Dani’s review being so amazing. But he was taken, and Charles… He’s such a dick, and I’m notorious for thinking I can fix a man.” She shrugged. “He’s hot, he’s good in bed, his family is loaded.” “Way to sound like a gold digger, Slo,” Dani laughed, explaining quickly that the Price family wasn’t exactly strapped for cash, either.

“Oh, girl, do you ever go shopping with them,” Ange said as she pointed at Dani and Ariel, “and offer to buy them something, like, it won’t even make a dent in your budget, and they complain literally so much?”

“Oh my god! All the time!” Sloane rolled her eyes. “Like, please help me spend my allowance or next month’s purchase will have to be the upstairs apartment because I will need more space?”

“Spoiled bitches,” Dani muttered under her breath, unable to hide her laughter.

“Hi, yeah, we’re offering you a chance to be spoiled with us…” Ange replied, also laughing, while Sloane confirmed her words with a decisive nod. “Anyway… Forget about Charles. He hasn’t been in a relationship in years. He stopped dating after he wrecked the second or third relationship by stepping out on his girl…”

“I know… Somehow that level of introspection kinda makes me hot for him, too…” Sloane admitted reluctantly.

“Oh God, you’re horrible!” Ariel yelled in disbelief.

“Okay, I’m done. Next!” Sloane said. “Can we back to the saga of Dani and the threesome already?”

“Fine, I’ll talk. But everyone has to swear they won’t judge me,” Dani said softly and with a look of pure terror on her face.

“Judge you? Girl, please,” Sloane said, “I applaud you, at worst!” The others seemed to agree with that.

“Alright, alright. I went up to Mike’s room that night… it was the start of the vacation. Sy and Mike were playing video games. This was literally the first time I’d actually talked to Sy since that night after the party. Mike was antsy – as per usual – and we decided that getting stoned was a great idea. I get back to Mike’s room first, because I’m a lightweight when it comes to pot. They must have said something to each other, because when they got back, and we got comfy on the couch again, they kinda started… feeling me up and… Long story short, next thing I know it’s both of their faces between my thighs.”

“No. My. God.” Anjelica blurted out.

“Yep. That’s one area where Sy definitely wins out. That man gives incredible head.” Dani sighed deeply as she remembered the evening.

“But you didn’t take it further than that?” Sol asked in disbelief.

“Nope. I’m fairly sure the whole point was to teach Mike to eat pussy,” Dani said without thinking. “Shit. Eh… Wow, me and my big mouth.” “Did he pass the test?” Elena grinned. “And did it work?”

“Oh, he passed, alright. And yeah… It definitely worked.” Dani knew she couldn’t keep the grin off her face even if she tried, so she just didn’t try. “Now please, someone else tell me they’ve been in a situation like that, because I feel incredibly awkward about this.”

Sol and Ange shared a very suspicious look and a slight nod before Ange started to speak: "Not exactly like that, but… Sol, can you take this one, please?”

“Alright,” Sol laughed, “last year, I was visiting for a few weeks because the classes I was taking were taught online to begin with – our professor was in arctic Canada for research, so… Anyway – I’m here when the ski trip is happening. Geralt was trying to cancel, because he didn’t want to leave me behind, but Ange – the absolute angel – manages to get me a spot on the list, instead. Now. This wasn’t as last-minute as you might think, so this is all the guys’ fault, really…”

Ange took over: “Yeah. When you hear: ‘my girlfriend and your girlfriend are both coming on this trip’, you should immediately think: ‘how about we share a room so we can swap at night’. But they didn’t. So these idiots end up in different rooms, with uptight, single roommates. We were sharing a room though, because we came prepared. And…” “We wanted to sleep next to our guys, of course,” Sol continues, ignoring all the ‘uhuh’-s and eyerolls when she says ‘sleep’. “So they snuck into our room, and everything was fine.”

“Now, there’s a limit to what you can do together without alerting anyone else in the room with you, and…” Everyone else at the table looked at Sol and Ange, knowing exactly where this story is going.

“Sex is not one of those things?” Elena contributed with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on her face.

“Very much not one of those things,” Sol confirmed. “And we were both just having a ‘if they’re doing it then so are we’-experience.”

“Right. I’m not listening to their sex noises while I’m chastely snuggling up to August, fuck that!” Ange laughed. “And we just tried to keep quiet until we reached a point where none of us cared anymore, like… We knew what they were doing, they knew what we were doing, so we just… No… let’s say ‘crossover’, either, in case you’re wondering – I fucking know you’re wondering.”

“Oh, I was wondering, for sure,” Ariel said, leaning in further to not miss a second of this story.

“The best part was,” Sol chuckled, “that the guys got competitive.” “Oh my God,” Elena muttered – seemingly involuntarily.

“And they already have more stamina than we can really handle, so… First, we get the best head ever, because of course neither of them wanted to be the guy to take the longest to make his girl cum, then they refuse to be the first to finish when they’re nailing us…” The memory made Ange laugh, with Sol joining in not much later. “I was so sore the next day.”

“Gods, tell me about it,” Sol said while rolling her eyes. “I think the only time it’s been worse was… The morning after I got here two weeks ago.”

“You showed me those bruises,” Anjelica chuckled. “Geralt means business.”

“We went six rounds without a break, Ange.” Everyone looked at Sol with an open mouth. Everyone except Anjelica.

“Do you think August will get competitive again if I tell him that?” she wondered out loud.

“Are you sure you’re willing to find out,” Sloane teased.

“God, no!” Ange laughed. “But this whole story does remind me… We need to talk about the ski trip.” She shot a meaningful look at Alex, who looked just about ready to dive under the table and not emerge again for the rest of the night.

“Before we even get into that,” Dani said, “we heard the melancholic doomsday summary from Marshall, but… What’s your version of events?”

Following that question, Alex seemed to become even more nervous.

“Come on, no need to be scared,” Elena said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, which seemed to calm her down a bit.

“Alright,” she finally sighed. “Marshall is my brother’s best friend, and when I was little, I was ‘the little sister’, but when I got older it turned into more of a friend-type situation… I don’t even really know at this point, anyway. Last Christmas, Marshall came home, my brother got delayed, so I figured Marshall wouldn’t even stop by, but he did – holding the bottle of Baileys we always steal from my parents’ party. So, we’re drinking, and somehow end up talking about how no guy has ever made me… y’know…”

“Wait, hold on,” Sloane interrupted, “no guy has ever made you cum?”

“Had, now, technically… But at that time, not once.” Alex nervously fidgeted with her hair. All the girls cried out in sheer outrage. “Yeah, yeah, how dare they, right? So, I make some lame joke – that really was just a joke – about how he should volunteer to change that, or something, expecting him to just laugh it off, but instead he kisses me and… Okay without going into any more unnecessary detail; we had sex. That’s it.”

“Yeah, but you did cum?” Elena asked, her eyes widening in surprise with a hint of pity when Alex burst into tears.

“It was so amazing,” she sobbed, “we were drunk, and it was a one-time thing, and it was my brother’s best friend and…” She took a deep breath. “That is the best sex I’ve ever had. A drunken one-night stand with my brother’s best friend.” Her cries became louder again, and tears rolled down her cheeks. “He… Okay TMI, but he’s huge, and, like… I was so sure it was going to hurt because it always does but…” She had to stop for a moment before she was able to speak again, because her words were barely audible through her sobbing anymore. “He was so sweet and calm and… then it didn’t… it didn’t hurt… And I really thought maybe we… we could be something but then… I showed up at the party a week later… and… he was going upstairs with… with her and… Oh God I’m pathetic.”

“Not at all, girl,” Dani said as she got up and wrapped her arms around Alex’ shoulders from behind her chair.

“Do you see why I brought her tonight?” Ange asked, folding her arms on the table, and looking at everyone with a serious expression – especially Dani and Elena. “I’m over this nonsense. He likes her, she likes him. He needs to get his head out of his ass, though.”

“He can go fuck himself after what he did!” Alex cried out.

“Okay, I would like to point out the one tiny little technical detail that he didn’t actually do anything wrong,” Elena interjected, leaving Dani, Sol, and Ange to look at her in disbelief. “He was a heartbroken, single guy, doing what heartbroken, single guys do: rebound. Besides, he couldn’t get it up.”

“He couldn’t get it what now?” Dani asked.

“Just this once, I know someone,” Elena said triumphantly. “And that someone is Mariela, Veronique’s best friend. She plays oboe in the orchestra. We talked. Nothing happened, because Marshall couldn’t get it up. And I’m not supposed to even know that, because she wasn’t even supposed to know that, so as far as you’re all concerned, nobody knows anything. Capiche?” They all nodded.

“I couldn’t help but notice,” Sloane interrupted carefully, “that you said something about sex always being painful?”

Alex’ eyes went wide. “Shit, eh… Well, yeah?”

“Do you have any idea why that might have been the case?” It was obvious that Sloane was in doctor-mode for this conversation.

“I… Oh my god, can we not talk about this?” Alex turned her eyes away from Sloane’s.

“Actually,” Sloane said softly, “I think it’s very important that you do talk about it. I’ve had my share of painful sex, and I know it’s not just the two of us, okay?”

“Well…” Alex took a deep breath. “I never really got all that excited… With the other guys, I mean. It’s going to sound so weird but it’s like… Like I was never really attracted to them? Romantically, absolutely! But not sexually. And then with Marshall… I’ve been wanting to jump his bones since I was sixteen years old. Because I… I know him. Is that weird? It’s totally weird!”

“No, it’s not,” Sloane said, still incredibly calm, bordering on professional. “It’s something quite commonly seen on the ace-spectrum. Demisexuality comes to mind, for instance. I’m not saying that has to be it for you, of course, but it might be worth looking into, if you want.”

“Be my encyclopedia for a second, would you?” Alex muttered, clearly confused.

“The shortest explanation would be that demisexual people don’t experience sexual attraction unless they have an emotional bond with another person,” Sloane explained, a worried look crossing her face when Alex went completely quiet. “Alex?”

“It has a name?” she whispered so softly the others barely heard her. “I’ve spent years thinking I was crazy because I didn’t want to fuck on the first date, and now it turns out it not only is a thing, but it has a fucking name?”

“You’re not crazy,” Anjelica said, reaching for Alex’ hand.

“And you’re hardly alone,” Elena said quietly. “What I’m about to say isn’t a secret, per se, but if you’d please treat it with a little discretion, that would be greatly appreciated.” “Sherlock is the same way?” Dani guessed with a grin.

“Right. I never said it wasn’t also glaringly obvious,” Elena said, returning the grin. “He mentioned it after we… God, that speech of his fucked with my vocabulary. Went all the way? Is that… Anyway, you know what I mean.” “When he dicked you down for the first time?” Dani offered, causing everyone to burst out in laughter.

“Hm, it was a lot of things, but not quite that,” Elena laughed – until she realized she had just voluntarily offered her sex life up for meticulous dissection. “Either way; he mentioned that he’d never felt any sexual attraction until well after we became good friends. Not until after he fell in love with me to begin with. I’m not trying to label him one thing or another, but… I just want you to know you’re not the only one who doesn’t want to bone everyone all the time.”

“That’s actually very helpful, thanks,” Alex hugged Elena.

“By the way, Dani,” Elena added after a few moments. “He mentioned not craving sex to the boys pretty much every time they tried to get him to hook up with someone. Mike called him weird.”

“I will add it to the ever growing list of reasons to smack him in the back of his head,” Dani vowed.

“Maybe you should buy a riding crop, instead,” Anjelica suggested with an evil smile.

“I’m sure he’d love to experiment with that,” Dani laughed, and the others soon followed. “So that’s definitely not happening.”

The conversation quickly developed into a silly game of Truth or Dare, and Dani was the first person who was brave enough to pick a Dare.

“I think Mike would appreciate a nice picture,” Ariel teased.

“I think Mike can turn to his OnlyFans subscriptions if he wants something to look at,” Dani said, crossing her arms and sinking into the couch she’d moved to.

“How am I both surprised and totally unsurprised that Mike pays for porn?” Anjelica wondered out loud. The others quickly agreed, while Dani looked at them a little mad.

“He has a porn budget,” she growled. “I’m dating a guy with a porn budget.”

“Financial responsibility,” Sol mused, “now that’s something I wouldn’t immediately associate with Mikey.” Now Dani couldn’t help but laugh, either.

“I’m a little hurt, honestly,” Dani whispered softly when she was done laughing.

“Which is why you’re going to send him that pic,” Sloane teased, while Ariel wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, sweetie,” Ange addressed her concern, “he’s a guy. And on top of that: he’s Mike. I’ve seen him around you, he’s smitten! Please, don’t worry about the porn.”

Somehow, Angie’s words helped Dani feel slightly better about the situation, and she agreed to take the Dare – unfortunately forgetting that she was in the room with an Art History major who focused on photography.

“We’re doing this right, bitch,” she said, scowling at Dani’s (admittedly half-assed) slightly-too-much-cleavage-selfie. “I’ll take the pic with your phone, which is – as far as I’m concerned – already swearing in church, but we’re not… No. Mike deserves better than this, porn budget or not.”

She immediately started directing everyone to do whatever so she could get a decent picture, until…“Dani, come on, lose the shirt!”

Undressing in front of girls was hardly a new thing, even when the others were watching in various states of amusement as Ariel took charge of the situation. “Oh, no,” she said when Dani pulled her shirt over her head. “Go grab a bra that isn’t this unsightly t-shirt bra from the year 32BCE.”

“Better yet,” Sloane interrupted, “wear one of mine.”

“Those won’t fit me, genius,” Dani threw back, rolling her eyes as both of her friends bossed her around her own damn home.

“It’s for a picture, not a wedding gown fitting, Jesus,” Ariel laughed.

Dani tried to protest, but quickly stopped when she saw what Sloane handed her.

“Oh,” Anjelica said, “is that Agent Provocateur?”

“It is,” Sloane replied enthusiastically, looking at Angie as if she’d finally found her soulmate. It only got worse when Angie could actually name the specific model.

“August accidentally ripped one of those once,” she said before sighing deeply.

Meanwhile, Sloane looked as if she’d witnessed an actual murder. “That’s a very expensive mistake,” she growled, and Ange nodded.

“Very,” she said with a smile, “but it was worth it.”

About two hours, a few more drinks and a bunch of pictures later, everyone was busy trying to find their own clothes again.

“These are great, Ari!” Anjelica said as she looked through the pictures on her phone. “Oh, August is going to love this one.”

“If he doesn’t, you have my number,” Sloane said as she looked over Angie’s shoulder. “Do we have a reply from Mikey yet?”

“I… Eh,” Dani stammered, telling the others she hadn’t exactly found the courage to hit ‘send’ yet.

“Come on, you look hot and you get to tease him a little,” Anjelica said, “I’ll vouch for him: That pic is going nowhere.”

“Okay but if it does, it’s my tits out and about,” Dani replied.

“Jesus, tell me you’ve never sent nudes before without telling me you’ve never sent nudes before,” Sloane laughed. “You can set it to view once.”

“Easy, you!” Ariel nudged Sloane with her elbow. “First of all, these are not nudes, thank you very much.” Sloane rolled her eyes at the remark, but Ariel continued: “And second of all, it’s a good thing she’s thinking about this.”

“Okay, he replied,” Dani said after the most nerve wracking five minutes of her life.

“Oh, show me!” Ange practically dove for her phone, making everyone on the couch squeal as she landed in their lap. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mikey… What an eloquent response…” She was right. A bunch of heart-eyed emojis wasn’t exactly a literary masterpiece, but they did make it abundantly clear that he’d liked the picture. Then, Ange – still holding Dani’s phone – started laughing. “Yes, Mikey, it would be a little horrible if you asked her to come over now,” she said. Dani noticed a little too late that she was recording a voice message.

“Oh my god, Ange, no!” she squealed as she tried to grab the phone, only succeeding after the third try. By then it was too late, Angie had already sent the message.

Ange, August wants to know if there are any pictures of you, too… Before you freak out, Dani No, I didn’t show them. They asked why I was grinning at my phone like an absolute moron.

Dani let out the breath she had been holding in as soon as that first text came in.

“Can we not give me a constant heart attack, please?” she begged the others.

“I’m so tempted to tell August to just have fun with the zillion clips he has of us,” Anjelica blurted out. “Shit, you didn’t hear that.”

“Oh, please, who doesn’t have a sex tape or two,” Sol replied.

“Most people, I think,” Alex laughed.

“God knows I do,” Sloane sighed, “I honestly don’t even know what happened to them…”

“Oh my god! Before we forget,” Ange said. Elena and Sol had already noticed that Ange could be a little all over the place when drunk. “We have to talk about that ski trip! I have an idea…”

“This whole ‘girls night’ thing has me somewhat scared,” Sherlock said as he stared at the glass of wine in his hands.

“Drink more, think less,” Mike said, leaning back on the couch and turning his attention back to the movie.

“Cheers to that.” August and Geralt raised their glasses, the others followed suit.

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write-ur-wrongs · 4 years

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Thank you sweet anon for your request!! Again, I didn’t fully proof-read this bad boy so please forgive the errors! I hope you enjoy some angry Jealous!Geralt!

A/N Request: Geralt meeting your ex who thinks that you're still together/or tries to get you back in front of geralt?

The great hall was alive with royals and nobility alike. Laughter and chatter mingled easily with the sound of the band’s lively jig and the soft tinkering of fine cutlery.

The hosts had expected you and Geralt to make an appearance at dusk, but neither of you were particularly fond of all the fuss royalty liked to put up, so it wasn’t until long past sunset that you joined the party. Jaskier on the other hand, was overjoyed at the prospect of attending such an illustrious affair. He’d put up a fuss around noon and insisted he be allowed to take Roach so that he could arrive in time to make a strong impression with all in attendance. Of course, Geralt had refused, so he had gone off on foot, strutting and sighing dramatically.

Now, as you and Geralt did your best to navigate the already flushed crowd, you found yourself wishing you’d arrived sooner. It was easier to avoid people when they were being stifled by a sobering social awkwardness; after hours of ales and fine wine, however, people seemed to get a little too comfortable for your liking.

“I hate these ridiculous evenings,” Geralt grumbled, holding his arms close to his body uncomfortably.

“Maybe if we saved less lives,” you said, biting back a smile, “they’d be less inclined to insist we attend.”

Geralt only responded with a grunt and a roll of his eyes, which made you laugh lightly as you looped your arm through his and led him deeper into the crowd.

“C’mon love,” you said, a slight tease to your tone, “let’s find the free food and drink we were promised, yeah?”

You laughed again as he fought back a smile. “Atta boy Geralt, don’t smile too much or you’ll ruin your reputation as the big bad wolf.”

“Will you shut up,” he muttered, handing you a goblet of wine.

“I don’t think I will,” you said downing the wine in one go, “and could you hand me an ale?”

“I don’t think I will,” he teased, kissing your temple lightly before handing you his mug to share. You take a slow sip, your eyes twinkling as you held Geralt’s gaze, already feeling the liquor warming you from the inside. You hand him back his drink and kiss him lightly in thanks.

“Do you want to –”

You were both pulled away from your conversation by a loud clang from across the room. Geralt furrowed his brows and turned towards the sound quickly, untangling his arm from yours before reaching for his sword. He immediately relaxed as the familiar shouts and accusations resounded through the hall.

You collectively sighed your frustration as you saw Jaskier get chased into a corner by an angry nobleman; no doubt his latest conquest’s husband, who was not quite as pleased to hear the bard’s dulcet tones.

“It’s your turn,” Geralt said, downing his ale before reaching for a second helping.

“I don’t think so! I’m the one who saved him from that fisherman at the last village! It’s your turn,” you said, poking him in the chest before stealing his mug and holding it away from him.

“Actually,” he said, his low gravelly voice reverberating through you as he leaned across your body to grab his drink from your hand, “it was my turn at the last village, but you just couldn’t help yourself and jumped in to save the day. Rules are rules my dove; it’s your turn.”

You scoffed incredulously at his nerve, but shook your head in resignation; he was right after all, the rules you outlined were clear and the cycling of turns was strict.

“Well fuck. I’m taking this ale though,” you said, clapping him on the shoulder before stalking off towards the commotion.

Geralt chuckled lowly and leaned against a marble pillar, marveling at the way you made your way through the crowd. A wandering waiter came by and offered him another ale which he accepts with a polite smile, not taking his eyes off you.

He loved watching you de-escalate social situations. Sometimes it was comforting to know that he wasn’t the only one who just melted when you spoke to them directly – you were effortlessly charming and completely disarming. You once managed to convince a band of attacking thieves to stand down so efficiently that by the end of the night, they ended up joining you for dinner around the fire. Yes, Geralt was the professional when it came to handling monsters, but you were the people person of the group.

Watching you now was no exception. Your body language, the way your warm smiled reached your eyes with ease, how smoothly you managed put yourself between Jaskier and the furious man; it was impressive to say the least.

Unfortunately, his attention was pulled away from you suddenly.

“I can’t believe Y/N is here tonight, I thought I’d never see her again!”

At the sound of your name, Geralt whipped his head in the direction of the speaker, cat-like eyes scanning the crowd swiftly.

“Yeah, the very same Y/N I’ve told you about. An amazing lay, I swear it!”

The man in question was holding court half a dozen other knights; they kept snickering and looking off at you in turns. They were teasing him, egging him on for details.

“She’s not as sweet as she looks,” the man stated confidently, “don’t let that smile fool you gentlemen. The last time I took her was in an alley! The little whore was mad for it – couldn’t wait for it, needed it right there and then.”

Geralt was fuming.

He pushed his way through the crowd with great force and little care. He was worried about your honour. Your reputation in the courts – that was all. That was enough to explain the way rage seethed through him and the strange urge to be sick that was hitting him in waves. He was concerned for you as a partner and a friend.

He wasn’t jealous.

“Gods her skin… smelled so good, felt even better… I’m getting her back tonight gents,” he boasted, puffing out his chest.

“You don’t have a chance,” said the knight closest to the bastard bragging about shagging you, “it’s been ages since you’ve last seen each other, and if she’s as good as you say, she definitely found someone new.”

Damn right, Geralt thought furiously, swallowing the bile bubbling at the back of his throat.

“No, no, believe me the way she mewled and screamed for me? She’ll do more than remember,” he said, disgusting confidence dripping off every word, “she’ll beg to have me back.”

You’ll beg for mercy when I crush your fucking skull you pathetic –

His murderous march was abruptly interrupted by Jaskier. The bard cut in front of him and planted himself squarely before him, chattering on incomprehensibly.

Geralt’s eyes were bugging out in panic as he watched the bastard strut confidently towards you. He tried to push past Jaskier but the bard was quick to match him in posture.

“Look I know you’re upset with me for ruining your evening but she came after me,” he insisted, “I mean I can’t blame her the song his perhaps my most romantic sonnet. Speaking of my writing – Geralt can you look at me when I am sharing my musings with you, please? Thank you – as I was saying, Y/N inspired me tonight to write this song –”

“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, “move!”

“Wha – why?” Jaskier pivoted on the spot – keeping Geralt’s path blocked – as he sought the source of his friends’ fury. When he saw that you were speaking politely to some knight he scoffed loudly before turning back.

“Oh-ho, no,” he laughed, “you’re jealous of that oaf? Geralt, seriously?”

“I am not jealous,” he spat, only able to look at Jaskier for a moment before his glare shot back up towards you.

“She’s just being polite! Seriously you always assume the worst in people, Geralt, it’s sad.”

“I see people as they are,” he muttered, watching closely as the knight took a half-step towards you, he let out a menacing growl when you didn’t step backwards. “For what they are.”

“Okay then why can’t you see that’s just some poor sap who, I don’t know, maybe wants to thank Y/N for her help in saving this kingdom.”

“Shut up, will you? I’m trying to hear what they’re saying.”

“You don’t need a Witchers’ hearing to know what’s happening over there,” he brambled on putting on voices as he acted out the conversation, “’Hi I’m Y/N’, ‘Hi I’m an unimportant but very grateful knight, pleased to meet you blah blah blah…”

“Fuck, Jaskier, shut UP –” he stopped himself when he heard your laugh, the deep full laugh you normally reserved for him.

Jaskier heard your laugh too, and turned his head to double check he’d heard right. When he saw the familiar twinkle in your eye, he looked Geralt with wide eyes.

“They know each other?” he asked.

“They,” he started, struggling to get the words out, “t-they knew each other.”

“Wait you don’t mean,” Jaskier started, connecting the dots, “that they knew each other intimately?” He wagged his fingers suggestively as he said the last word.

When Geralt’s only reply was a low, seething hum, Jaskier whistled lowly before shaking his head.

“Well that explains,” he waved his hands vaguely at Geralt, “this reaction.”

Geralt was about to shove the bard aside when he saw you waving him over. You were smiling widely as you waved, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He cleared his throat and pushed Jaskier lightly before charging towards you with the bard in tow.

“Ah, finally!” you exclaimed, swiftly wrapping your arms around his bicep, pulling him close, “Geralt, I want you to meet an old friend of mine, Hoeck. Hoeck this is Geralt, my partner,” as you spoke, you moved to loop his arm around your waist, “and this is Jaskier, he’s responsible for the wonderful music tonight.”

“The White Wolf,” said Hoek, sizing Geralt up, “wow - what an honour.”

He hummed in acknowledgement and took the knight’s hand in a tight grip, feeling immense satisfaction watching the man wince.

“And -erm, thank you sir Jaskier, for the wonderful music,” he said, trying and failing to subtly rub at his hand.

“Thank you, good sir. I speaking of, I should get back out there.” He shot you and Geralt a look and swung his lute around his back before strumming a few notes. “If you’ll excuse me.”

You all nodded to him as he strode off, beckoning the band to join him.

An awkward silence settled over the three of you. Geralt was clearly seething as he held your waist in a tighter grasp than necessary. After a beat, you shot Hoek a tight-lipped smile and made up some excuse about needing to say hello to the king and queen before the night came to a close.

“Ah certainly,” he said, disappointment obvious, “well if you ever find yourself in need of company –”

“I won’t,” you said quickly.

“She won’t,” Geralt growled, his deep voice overlapping with yours.

At that, the knight swallowed thickly and walked back towards his group with tail between his legs and his hand held close to his chest.

Once alone, you turned in Geralt’s arms and looked up at his sour face accusingly.

“Why did it take you so long to come rescue me!” you said, tugging playfully at his hair.

“Didn’t look like you wanted to be saved,” he said lowly, eyes still alight with jealousy, “and Jaskier got in my way.”

“That’s a shit excuse and a weak lie. He was all over me! It took all I had not to rip the bastard’s arms off!” you said, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you. “Gods he has some nerve.”

“Hm,” he hissed, “you’re right about that.”

“Geralt,” you looked up at him carefully and gently caressed the crease between his brows, “this is more than jealousy. What’s going on?”

Geralt hesitated before relaxing his face into your hand and took a small sigh. “It’s nothing. And I’m not jealous.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed, “Can you look at me? Please?”

Reluctantly, he brought his eyes down to meet yours.

“Thank you,” you said, cupping his face before moving your hands to rest on his chest, “can you talk to me?”

“Don’t be patronizing,” he warned.

“Don’t be obstinate,” you countered.

Geralt rolled his eyes at you before pulling you closer to him. “Maybe I was a little jealous, and maybe,” he sighed deeply, “I was a little worried.”

“Geralt,” you started, your heart breaking at the sight of him, “you have nothing to worry about when it comes to us. I need you to know that.”

“I do,” he said quietly, “but the way he was talking about you – knowing he had been with you in that way...” Geralt stopped himself as he felt his anger come roaring back at the memory. “I wanted to kill him.”

“To be honest, I wouldn’t have been upset with you if you had,” you said, jokingly, trying to lighten the mood a little. Your time with Hoek was beyond brief; he was nice enough at first but quickly he became aggressive and possessive. You couldn’t help but cringe when you looked back on your time together and you hated that your beloved witcher was letting this get to him.

“Oh, Geralt,” you murmured when you realized he wasn’t letting up, “I’m yours. Completely and unwaveringly yours.” You kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips.

He kissed you back slowly at first, but his kiss deepened as you leaned into him. Geralt pulled away just a little and rested his forehead against yours.

“Y/N… I’m – I love you so much…” he whispered, “it’s just… the things he said about you –” he started, hating himself for needing to hear your side of the story.

“Either untrue or exaggerated, that I can promise.”

“Something about an alley…?” Geralt asked, holding his breath.

“Oh ew! That was a terrible night,” you shuddered, “he was so insistent! Wouldn’t take no for an answer – Wait, what was he saying about it? Gods, maybe I’ll kill him.” Anger and humiliation burned at the back of your throat.

Seeing your visceral reaction, Geralt was immediately overcome by feelings of guilt, for making you relive the memory, relief, that your reaction was so negative, and rage, knowing that not only did this pompous ass make forceful advances on you but he always lied about it to a crowd.

Feeling the intensity of your anger radiating off you, Geralt was about to suggest that the two of you left before you did anything you’d regret when Jaskier came running through the crowd shouting that it was time to leave.

You took off running behind the bard, holding Geralt’s hand tightly as you raced down the castle’s corridors.

“Why are we running?” you shouted, a little breathless.

“I might have added a little something to our charming friend’s drink, and he might be having a very intense negative reaction to it!” he said over his shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” you breathed through fits of laughter, “Jaskier!”

“He’ll be fine! Eventually!” he added, he turned and ran backwards so he could shoot you a wink before adding, “No one messes with our girl, right Geralt?”

Geralt rolled his eyes at his friend before he ran up behind you and scooped you up bridal-style – all without breaking his stride.

“Damn right,” he said, smiling widely at Jaskier before planting a quick kiss to your temple.

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sohin-ace · 3 years

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Joseph - Hug

That fic is a year old, I never wanted to post it. You can see my old writing style, how nostalgic.

Hugs. Everybody loves them. You didn't know what brought you to become such an affectionate little dork, but you just ended up being one.

Whether it was friends or family, or sometimes even mere acquaintances, when you hit if off really well and felt at ease with someone, you became fairly touchy-feely.

Most of the time it didn't bother people around you. If they weren't comfortable with your affection, you would just stop without taking offense. Thankfully you didn't have much trouble with it. You just loved hugs and embraces and you felt like everyone needed some warmth every once in a while.

You had known Ceasar for the longest time and you both hugged each other on a regular basis, mostly for greetings, but also for any occasions, really. There wasn't any reasons needed for it, this man was affectionate as well and was always up for a nice, sweet hold.

You have known each other for years and he practically saw you as a little sister. You really loved and respected the blond with all your heart, and your relationship was strong and pure.

When he introduced you to Joseph Joestar for the first time, he was a bit hesitant, scared even, of how that scoundrel would treat his cute, little innocent Y/N. Ceasar only told you to be especially careful around him for now without really explaining why.

But as time passed, you grew to become very attached to the Joestar too. It was nothing close to the bond you had with Ceasar, for sure, but there still was a little something going on between you two that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Joseph made you feel many types of way, but especially nervous. For some reason you felt particularly shy around him, which was unusual for you, as you were a pretty open and sociable person.

You never had any sort of trouble getting along with people, but Joseph just somehow knew how to make you stutter and choke on your own words. Not that he was unkind or intimidating to you, no, it was much more different than that.

Yes, you were painfully in love with Joseph Joestar. But honestly, who could blame you for crushing on the guy?

He was tall, handsome, charming, insanely funny and despite his dumb demeanor, he actually was quite clever. His voice was music to your ears, and his eyes... You couldn't stop dreaming about his eyes.

The tropical ocean in his eyes made you travel so far nobody could ever bring you out of your daze.

But this deep love for him was actually the reason you couldn't be as affectionate with him as you were with the others, as contradictory as it sounded. The shyness that overcame you every time he was around prevented you from being too handsy with him or even just coming too close. This was uncharacteristic of you, but you couldn't help it.

You'd have no problems kissing Suzie Q all over her face, caressing Lisa Lisa's hair or leaning on Ceasar's shoulders when you were sleepy. But Joseph? You just wouldn't dare touch him.

What if he found it weird, or rejected you, or was disgusted by it, maybe? What if you died on the spot from respiratory failure because of your heart beating way faster than it healthily should be?

You couldn't touch him like that out of nowhere, right? You didn't know the guy enough to be this affectionate yet. Or so you told yourself to reassure your own worries.

But one day, Joseph felt particularly jealous. Everyone including him had noticed how differently you seemed to treat him compared to everyone else. He didn't understand why you acted so physically distant around him when you two actually got along so well.

Even when he was the one to try and initiate anything physical with you, even something as small as wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you wouldn't reciprocate at all.

This drove him to the edge. Did you not like him at all? He even thought that maybe Ceasar had 'brainwashed' you and put some ideas in your head that made you fear him.

He could only imagine his italian friend telling you things like "Be careful Y/N, men are wolves." and, "Don't stay alone with Jojo, you can never know what happens." as well as, "If he tries to do anything to you, call me. blah blah blah."

That thought alone drove the Joestar nuts. Like he was one to talk about defending women from pervs.

However, everything changed one specific afternoon. Ceasar and Joseph had just finished a hard day of Hamon training, and you came at the door to welcome them home.

"Welcome back, boys! How was training today?" you greeted, beaming a sweet smile.

"Ah it was good, Jojo still needs to focus, he's way behind." Ceasar said a bit tiredly as he rubbed his shoulder and went to sit down on the couch.

"Hey! Watch it floosie, don't start." Joseph retorted offended and you giggled a bit at the two bickering, as they usually did.

"Jojo, go sit down with Ceasar, you must be tired. I'll make you some tea." You warmly proposed to your friend and he nodded, sitting on one of the couches opposite the blonde.

As you turned around and were about to leave, Ceasar silently gestured you to approach him, to which you obliged, wondering what he wanted.

You came in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed your hand to pull you close. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your chest, sighing delighfully as he did.

You were used to it and knew when he did this, it meant he was truly exhausted. You just let him rest like this and brought your hands to caress his blonde locks softly, craddling his head.

Jojo clenched his teeth and clicked his tongue as he was beyond frustrated with the scene before him. He could throw up at what he was currently witnessing.

He knew you two were close but who does this guy think he is? He was constantly out there calling you 'little sister' or 'sorellina' every single day of the week and yet he still acted like a pervert with you? Yikes.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude? You just have to put your hands on every woman you see! Fucking gross!" Joseph snarled at the italian man.

Ceasar slowly moved his head to the side to glare at Joseph, visibly annoyed. "What's your problem, Jojo? Can't I embrace my little tesorina in peace?"

"Why you gotta be all over her like that, just let her go, man! Can you imagine if I did the same?" Joseph argued, clearly grossed out and jealous at how clingy the blonde acted towards you.

Ceasar jolted at the mere thought. He released his grip on you and put his full, angry attention to Joseph.

"Don't you dare even think about it, Joestar!" the blonde growled.

"Huuuuuh?" Joseph raised a teasing eyebrow, "What's that? You don't like the idea of another guy touching her?"

"You'll make her uncomfortable!" Ceasar defended back.

"Oh yeah? Well it's not up to you to decide that." Joseph smirked and got up abruptly. "Y/N!" He called out.

"Y-yes?" You stuttered, overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. What even was happening?

He suddenly opened his arms wide, suggesting one thing only. Ceasar was fuming and got up as well, preventing you from approaching Joseph.

"Y/N don't, he's just being immature as always."

"Shut up playboy, she's not your girl, if she wants to hug me she will, whether you like it or not!"

You started to get tired of all the bickering. All of this for just a hug? The only reason you weren't physical with Joseph was because you were too shy and love-struck with him to do so, why did it have to end up in a stupid fight?

"I mean... If Jojo really wants to... I don't see why not..." You said as you try to swallow your own cowardness.

"Y/N..." Ceasar trailed off, concerned.

This man needed to calm down, you thought to yourself. You patted his arm and smiled reassuringly at the blonde.

"Ceasar, it's fine! It's just Jojo, it's not like he's a creepy stranger or something." you sheepishly said and he clicked his tongue in response, clearly not convinced. "Here, look, it's nothing at all!"

You slowly walked towards Joseph who started giggling excitedly like a little boy. Finally, he waited for this moment for so long.

Gently, you brought yourself into his broad chest, face getting warmer and warmer by the second, as you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head onto him.

He instantly reciprocated by caging you in his strong arms, sighing in delight. You were so small compared to him it was beyond adorable and he swore he could actually squeal right now.

Before he could fully immerse himself into your warmth he felt you flinch a little then instantly move your hands upwards on his upper back. If you weren't already flustered and blushing like crazy, now it was even worse.

As you went to hug him, you underestimated your height difference and put your hands all over his bare waist. Poor you, you had completely forgotten the man wore crop tops on the daily and how dare you touch someone's skin so indecently?

Startled by the feeling of his warm skin, you immediately brought your hands up to a more appropriate and most importantly, clothed part of his back, hoping he didn't mind or notice your little mishap.

It was really a small detail, but you cared a lot. You buried your face more into his chest, embarrassed by your own actions, your heart was pounding so hard it would put Afro beat to shame.

How wrong, you thought to yourself, you hated to touch people's skin. Them wearing revealing clothes didn't make it okay to be this intimate, that is what you swore by.

Both him and Ceasar seemed to notice it. You weren't subtle at all. Ceasar knew how much of a respectful person you were, even if you were pretty touchy, you would never invade someone's personal space or privacy.

You would always make sure they were okay with whatever ministrations you'd give them and of course, you wouldn't dare be inappropriate, especially towards the opposite sex.

Ceasar always appreciated this thoughtful and attentive side of you and thought your pure innocence had to be protected at all cost. But of course, one idiot still decided to tease you about it.

"Hmm? What's wrong Y/N-chan? You just did something very naughty right there~" he said with a smug grin and you perked up, gasping.

"I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Jojo!" you moved away from him just a little bit to look at his face, concern evident on your features.

He smirked widely at your flustered state. He loved to see your cute reactions and how embarrassed you would become for such trivial reasons as insignificant as accidently touching his bare skin. It was extremely funny to him.

He squeezed your body even closer against his, feeling all your curves pressed against him and bathing in your sweet scent as he leaned down slightly.

He could feel your heart beat quicken, your blushing face was a sight to behold, and he was having the time of his life.

If he knew hugging you alone was this much fun he wouldn't have waited for Ceasar's permission at all, not that the Italian was even okay with it in the first place.

Something told him to stop there before he could break you, but glancing up at Ceasar's fuming expression just made him want to push the teasing further.

"Hmmm~" He purred close to your reddening ear, "Your boobs feel nice, Y/N-chan~"

Okay. That was it for Ceasar. One American will die tonight.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a flash of orange electric energy come at full speed towards you and Joseph. You quickly released him and ducked to the right, only for Joseph to take the hit of Ceasar's Hamon-filled punch right in the face, sending him flying.

"CEASAR!!!" You cried in shock.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH MY BABY ANGEL EVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!!!"

Joseph held his bloody nose and laughed obnoxiously at the angry blonde, pointing at him accusingly.

"Hehehe, now I understand why you only keep her to yourself, Ceasar, you horn dog! 'Little sister', my ass!"

Ceasar snapped and dashed towards him as Joseph got up and sprinted down the hallway, with no regrets whatsoever.

On the other hand, you stayed back, still overwhelmed by what just transpired. Even if it wasn't how you imagined it, it felt nice to hold the man of your dreams close to you.

You rubbed your arms, trying to savor the fading feeling of his own strong ones wrapped around you protectively. Your heart jumped in your chest and you grinned to yourself like a schoolgirl.

You were eager to do it again, but maybe this time, out of Ceasar's brotherly sight.

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Holding Out for a Hero- Steve Rogers x Reader Pt.3

a/n- hey lovely people! stay safe and enjoy this one!

italics are as always for thoughts/dreams. also, it you’re reading please leave a like or reblog, it would make my day! <3

summery: You’re finally gonna find out why you’re here, at the Avengers compound!

part 2

You followed her silently. If they wanted to give you a spy mission, they would be disappointed. You knew you had no spy qualities whatsoever, so surely they did as well. Heck, you were a psych major. You entertained the possibility they wanted you to be the team shrink. Imagine that, you nearly snorted out loud at that mental image.

You entered a small room. Looked like it was some sort of a conference room.

"Sit."

You sat down, Natasha taking the seat opposite you. "Let's cut to the chase. Do you know why you're here?" You shook your head no. "Seriously? No idea?" You gave her an exasperated look. "Okay."

She opened a file that was resting on the table. "We can skip over the boring details- name, age, blah blah… ah, here it is. Your mission-- "

"Should I choose to accept it", you added humorously. You were fidgeting on the edge of your seat. "Don't interrupt me." She deadpanned and continued. "Your mission is Risk Assessment. Don't," she held her hand up, "questions when I'm finished."

"It means they found you capable of analyzing people, making sure how dangerous they really are, to us or to themselves. Sure, if they are openly holding a weapon it's not hard to tell, but some people like mind games, and they weaponize them. Others are just mentally disturbed. We've had a couple of run-ins with people like that lately, which I'm guessing is why they hired you. As a psych student who has good instincts, you should be able to identify such people and notify your team, which is us, before the threat blows up, figuratively but also could be literally. You'll come with us on missions where we think it's useful to have someone like you, so you'll need to at least be able to hold your own until we can swoop in and save you, so you will train for that. Risk Assessment is pretty risky itself. I'm actually pretty surprised they gave that to a newbie. You must be good then," she smiled and gave you a moment to digest all of the new information.

You sat in silence. After a few moments, Natasha broke it. "Questions?"

You knew she was probably expecting some professional questions about the job. You had those too, but you couldn't help but ask "Why me? I mean, I'm grateful to work with you guys, don't get me wrong, but aren't there people who would be better at this than me? People with PhDs maybe?"

"Maybe. Look, I'm not in charge of the HR department. But I do know if they chose you they had a good reason. Not anyone can work with the Avengers, "she explained. "Some are shady and could potentially leak information, some have a very strong potential leverage against us, like a bad past or big family that lives with them. Some just probably wouldn't get along with the team dynamic. Your family lives away, you don't have a criminal past, and when you quit your job no one will know where you are." At that your head snapped up at her, staring with wide eyes. "Oh it’s fine, the Avengers pay great. And you didn't really think you could keep working when you're an Avenger, did you? Being secretive is in the job description." She showed you the file, pointing to a clause that said something about "concealing information from civilian associates". You nodded at her, satisfied with the explanation. "And you seem like you'll get along with the rest of us just fine." She smiled at you, warm and assuring. You almost forget she was a trained assassin, you mused. "If they picked you, it means you're the best person for the job. More questions?"

"Yes. So I'm gonna live at the compound now? What about the others - will they? How often will I go on missions? And when is my dog gonna be here?"

"Okay, relax. One question at a time. Because you are going on missions with us you'll have to train and prep for that, so your job is pretty much full time, which also means you'll have to quit your current job. In regards to your question, while we can't force you to live here, it is very recommended. It's a long commute from your apartment to here," she smirked, "also, this the safest place for you to be. The same goes for the others. You have a choice."

You thought it over a couple of moments. It really was the safest place for you to be, so you felt like you should take the offer. Also, you might get a glance at Steve walking around shirtless, supplied the annoying part of your brain. Shut up, said the rational part of your brain. To Natasha you said "okay, I'll probably live here. What about my other questions?"

"The frequency of your missions depends mainly on you, and a bit on us as your team. As much as we would like that not to be the case, there are still bad guys in the world. Probably always will be. As an Avenger, your duty id to catch as many as them as you can, before they hurt anyone. So as long as you're in the physical and mental state to go on a mission and we need you, you'll be expected to come with us."

"Yeah, that sounds fair. What about my dog? And now that I'm going to live here, my clothes and stuff?"

"Your dog should be here by the end of the day." She smiled at your palpable relief and continued, "When I notify Tony you'll be staying here, he'll send for your stuff, so they should be here in a day or two. In the meantime, we can supply you with anything you need, just ask. Anything else?"

"that's it for now, thank you. If I have more questions who should I ask?"

"Anyone of us is fine. You can ask Jarvis where we are, or just ask him actually. And one last thing – you can talk to your teammates about your mission, but not to anyone else, and preferably not out of the compound. It's pretty obvious but still really important."

You nodded, "Yes, of course. Thank you." You smiled at her.

You walked back to the elevators. You were feeling a bit hungry, so you asked Natasha where you could get some food. "The common floor has a kitchen." "Thanks."

You exited the elevator into the common floor. Seemed like your teammates had the same idea as you, seeing as they were sitting on the sofas in the room, some open snacks being passed between them. You did a quick headcount to find that everyone was here. Including yourself, you newbies were three women and two men. The men seemed fine, and the woman you didn't know yet looked beautiful.

"Hey!" Julia noticed you standing and called you over. "Come here! How was it? Who briefed you?"

"first of all, can I have some of that?" you sat down next to Julia and pointed to the bag of chips she was holding. She handed them to you, looking at you expectantly.

"I think it went okay. Natasha briefed me. I'm doing Risk Assessment." You explained your job and they all listened. "What about you guys? Honestly, I still don't even know your names, so tell me about you all."

The guy who sat next to Sam on the plane introduced himself as Michael, "but call me Mike," he added. He said he was going to work in Research & Development, as he had a knack for tech, and that Sam briefed him. "Sam told me he didn't really understand all the tech-y words in my file, so he just let me read the part myself," Mike laughed. "He seems like a great guy."

The other guy introduced himself as Oliver. He said Rhodey briefed him, and that he was working as a mechanic. He seemed like a quiet guy, and didn't add anything else.

The pretty woman turned out to be Isabelle. She said she was one of the few people that survived a set on illegal experiments to study the affects of the super-soldier serum. "I'm probably not as strong as Captain America or the Winter Soldier, but I can hold my own in a fight. I'm going to go on missions with the Avengers!" She laughed disbelievingly. She said Bucky briefed her, and that he was sweet as sympathized with her about was she'd been through.

Julia said she was indeed going to work on the law side of the Avengers. You were happy for her, because it seemed she was very good at what she did and it wasn't a dangerous job. Pepper briefed her, and she said Pepper was truly a great woman and enjoyed talking to her a lot. "I'm sure if I get her to be friends with me, she'll totally dish about the Avengers. Or maybe even if we're not friends, she seems really frustrated with them." We all laughed at that.

"Hello," said a mechanical British voice. "I'm Jarvis. It's great to meet you all. For your information, dinner will be served soon, so you might want to head to the first floor."

"Thank you!" you all said in unison. "It will definitely take me some time to get used to that," Isabelle laughed and you agreed.

You all made your way to the first floor, to have your first meal as official Avengers.

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Fate: The Winx Saga - My Thoughts and Critique - Part 1: Characters

Be warned: The following post will be quite long as I have a lot to say. Please note that this is all my personal opinion and this is just the thoughts and critique of someone that has watched the original Winx Club several time and I have watched the new Winx Saga, and this is in no way a blind hatred based on only word of mouth and seeing half a trailer. Enjoy

I will be comparing this new series to the original 4Kids version, as this is the version I hold close to my heart and grew up watching. So if there are any plot differences I describe from the animation, it is probably due to the slight changes made in the Nick Dub, which some people will know best (example, in 4Kids dub, Aisha’s name is Layla, and Sparks is known as Domino in the Nick dub)

CHARACTERS

Well, I have a lot to say about the characters, just like anyone else. I’ll break down, the casting, compare the character to the animation, and their personality in the Netflix series.

Bloom

The actress chosen in my opinion was a good choice. The problem I have, is her personality. They got the determination and hot-head traits right, of course. But in the animation, Bloom is warm, friendly and bubbly. Easy-going and popular among her peers. I don’t know if they were trying to appeal to the oh-so-angsty teenagers that don’t want to go outside and have few friends. The typical “I’m not like other girls” trope. Tropes are popular, and as someone who has written stories in the past, I have used that trope once, but usually it’s a trope I like when it’s to show the character’s beauty compared to others who may be catty and selfish; not so beautiful on the inside. Here, to me, Bloom is just unlikable. She may be angsty and a rebellious teen, blah blah blah, but she was so rude to people like her Earth mother, and inconsiderate of her own actions and how it could affect those around her. Even if Aisha told her “That is a bad idea, you’re going to regret it” she runs along and does it anyway, and then she gets into a bad situation which also affects everyone, Even if she helps clean up the mess, damage is still done.

In Fate, Bloom’s relationship with her parents is not amazing. Yes, she’s an angsty, rebellious teen who almost kills them because she lost control of her power, but I found this cold, rude relationship so unnecessary. As a teen, sometimes it may seem like no one is listening nor can understand, parents just seem nosy and overbearing, but communication is key. That’s what I find so many shows are missing now: communication.

Looking at Bloom’s relationship with her parents in the animation, it’s not only simpler for them to know from the start that she has powers, but it makes the communication between both parties better. This strong relationship Bloom and her parents have is always present, but we see the beauty of it in Season 1, episode 13, “Meant to Be” when Mike and Vanessa sit her down and talk to her about how they realised she had magic before that fateful meeting with Stella.

There is none of that warmth and love now. Bloom curses at her mother, gives her attitude and is overall just a brat. Bloom may feel remorse towards herself for burning her mother, but then, why is the attitude towards her so ugly? I really don’t like it.

Aisha/Layla

Next is Aisha, who is the only character that was not whitewashed from the original. The only reason I think she wasn’t is because the creators of Winx Saga knew there would be a true uproar if they dared to replace her with someone non-black.

She is the general voice of reason in the group, and the babysitter of Bloom and company. She will support and be the shoulder for Bloom to lean on in a few cases, but generally she’s the only one calling Bloom out for being rash and insensible, but then she gets ignored or sneered at for it, despite rbeing the only one with awareness for consequences.

There isn’t much to compare to with her animated version except for her being athletic; made very obvious in episode one where she says “I swim twice a day, every day”. (Even though that is the only episode we see her following said routine.) Other than that, her backstory is not expanded upon like the animation, obviously due to the lack of screen time and actual length of the Netflix series, therefore for me, I didn’t really bond with her character like in the original.

Stella

The actress is pretty. Not too hard to cast a pretty blonde in a series. Moving on.

In the original Winx, I adore Stella. She’s bubbly, she’s fun, she’s bright. Literally the sunshine of the group. Yes, she has her snooty privileged princess moments, but she is a likable snooty, privileged princess. Why? She showed that she really does care for her friends. Stella can be self-centered and insecure, but she’s never afraid to say that she’s wrong when she realises her mistakes. This is shown several times, but right now I can speak of two instances: Season 1, Episode 8 “Spelled”. Technically, she was under a spell that made her moody and rude, but she still knew she had to set things right after upsetting Musa. Another memorable moment for me when she showed her caring side was during the girls’ stay at the no-magic resort in Season 2, episode 21 ““Trouble in Paradise”. She went after Aisha/ Layla to check if she was all right, they connected and Stella earned her Charmix. Overall, Stella in the animation has her flaws, but she is loved by all and she herself loves the people she’s close to.

However, Stella in Winx Saga, I detest. I was really disappointed with what they did to her character. Honestly, it would have made more sense if she was Diaspro (Sky’s ex-fiance from season 1 and 3) and not Stella. She’s a snob, rude and dismissive of others’ feelings. They did try to toss a sympathy card at our faces later when they eplained the reason why Winx Saga Stella is so - her toxic, overbearing and abusive mother - but honestly, maybe it was because it happened so fast because of the limited time, butI was not feeling any sympathy towards her. I felt like I should have, but I couldn’t. I hope her character changes in Season 2, if I even bother watching it, because I was enormously disappointed with Stella’s new persona for this first season. The Solaria ring was nice enough though.

Musa

Well, here we go. One of the infamous whitewashing cases. To tell the truth, I'm not surprised but disappointed that it acueallyhappened. You mean to tell me they couldn't find any capable Asian actresses for Musa? Yes, small production and low budget, but still. If you are going to make a live action for a cast that is well loved, respected and recognised for the diversity, you should keep it. It just feels like they do it on purpose at this point.

Winx Club Musa I like a lot. I love all the girls, but she's just so laid-back and cool, but she's not afraid to call someone out for being unfair or on their attitude (namely Stella most times). She cares for her friends and she cares for Riven. She's family oriented and she's so passionate about music.

In Winx Saga, she's a mind fairy who used to be a dancer and listens to music with headphones to block out the emotions of people around her when she gets overwhelmed. Interesting new concept and it comes in handy for the new show material. I wouldn't say she was completely unlikable in the WS series but there wasn't anything much besides her ability and that she and Sam (Terra's brother) had somehting more than a fling going on. They were a nice couple. Good chemistry in kisses. I don't know why they decided to not make Riven her man - who knows what the plan is. Riven was not hers in the beginning of the animation either, but we saw a great bond form later on. Their relationship had problems unlike the other Winx couples, but they still are a fan favourite. Let's see how this new match goes I guess?

Flora/Terra

Terra We all know she's supposed to be Flora, no matter how they try to spin it. Before anyone says she's a different character so it's not whitewashing, I have seen a video on Youtube where a girl explains that in actuality, it was supposed to be Flora because there are (now deleted) clips of characters talking to Flora, not Terra. And the adresses portfolio said she was to play Flora. They seemed to change it to avoid heating up the hot water they had already landed themselves into.

Therefore, I will be comparing Terra and Flora. I was extremely disappointed when I saw the trailer and realised Flora was clearly not there. I am not usually one to care whether or not someone looks like me in a show, but I do relate to Flora. I may not always be one that likes to get close to nature honestly, but everything else about her I relate to. I love pink a lot, I am a mixed race person so her looks are what I identify with the most, and our personalities are quite similar.

Terra, on the other hand, is obviously white. The love of plants is there and her sweet and gentle personality is there. Though, it doesn’t get much time to shine because whenever she speaks, she’s either cut off or ignored, unless she’s spouting information the others want to hear at the moment. They did make her quite chatty, and at times even I was a bit annoyed, not because she was chatty, but because that trait just seemed to be a gateway for the scriptwriters to hit you with details about Alfea and its history, and information about fairies without making much effort. Terra didn’t have much screen time, but whenever she was on screen, she was always the butt of a joke and treated poorly. When the situation became dire, she did have some moments of strength, but then the other characters still treated her the same so it seems meaningless.

One main reason Terra stands out to the audience is the fact that she’s the only plus-sized character. I’m all for representation, but I don’t like where they went with Terra. She’s shown to be insecure about her body (shown when she avoids her roommates to change alone). Yes, she’s supposed to be a teen who has heard non-directed comments about weight by other characters, but why couldn’t they make her a confident plus-sized girl? I have plenty of friends that are plus-sized and confident about themselves, older or younger. In media, it’s rare enough to see a plus-sized person, but also one that has confidence. This show is directed to teens, and those who may look and feel the same as Terra won’t have a good example set for themselves to be more confident. If you’re going to include a certain figure in your story, yes, everyone has insecurities and all, but if you have the power to shine light and empower, do it right!

Sky

One reason why I bothered watching the show. Danny Griffin. The man playing Sky. Iin the original Winx, I did not really care for Sky as I’m not really into the long blonde hair, I prefer shorter hair. So I was quite pleased to see this casting as it fits more into my personal type.

Anyways, let’s continue.

I found that the casting was done well for Sky. A hot blonde warrior that can wield weapons well? They nailed it. However, that’s kind of where it ended for me. Due to the plot, his character was pretty much ruined for me. Winx Saga Sky was sadly unremarkable personality-wise. The story didn’t allow for much expansion for him besides having the hots for Bloom and the whole boo-hoo story about his father. There was something of a nice relationship with his mentor, but I’ll get to that later.

Danny Griffin’s performance was quite good. My only issue was one part of his first appearance where his first few lines. . .sounded like lines. Not so much the result of bad acting, but it just was another case of sounding like lines written for a script than natural conversation. But I only really saw that in the first episode, and since everyone would have been getting into character at that time I can let it pass. Otherwise, he performed well as an actor.

Riven

Winx Club Riven does not have the best first impression. According to Musa, he’s “a little rough around the edges, but that’s kind of his charm”. He’s a troubled, moody guy who falls for the wrong girl. He has a very competitive side, especially with Sky, who always manages to beat him in combat. He is indeed often arrogant of his abilities, but he proved himself to not be just all talk during his escape from imprisonment in Cloud Tower during Season 1, and even Sky admitted to being impressed with his knowledge of survival and strategies, even going so far as to say he always thought Riven was the “Red Fountain Slacker”. Animated Riven also has a sweet side that was displayed in season 2 when he comforted Musa during the girls’ first mission to Shadowhaunt, and much more so after they started dating. He expressed how much he cared for Musa in shy but blunt ways. Flawed, but a character that developed throughout the series.

Winx Saga completely threw that out of the window. Riven is now just a clown that does bad boy things. He’s clearly still being portrayed as the “edgy” character with troubles and insecurities, but the rest of the show is so aggressively dark and edgy that he really has no way to stand out anymore. I don’t know what they’re planning to do with his characterr later on, but I really dislike what they did to him. The only thing done right is his competitive nature towards Sky. Side note, this is also my personal preference, but I must add that I am not feeling the minimal facial hair. I’d prefer a clean shaven face. The little spikes just looks messy. But then, facial hair always looks messy to me.

Faragonda

Faragonda. Or as she is known now, Farah Dowling. I’m not sure what to say for her. The actress did well, I can say that. The problem always lies with the characters themselves.

Faragonda is a beloved headmistress that always has an eye out for her students, whether she watches them through her magic mirror in her office or just personally. She gives them enough guidance so they can grow on their own and helps them when she sees the need to. However, she is also strict when needed and will not condone disobedience; this was seen in season 1 when the Winx were punished for breaking into Cloud Tower to get Stella’s ring from the Trix. She is a brave, just and kind woman, well suited for a principal position.

Farah Dowling does not have much besides her position. She’s very secretive and those secrets seem to be there to cause drama when it could have ben avoided. It could be an irrational thought process that humans have, but I’d expect that from someone who hasn’t experienced much in life. The type of past Farah has, she should know better than to keep secrets if she knows it can put the whole school in danger. Her lack of disciplinary action was evident, whether it was the scene of a villain making their move or Bloom blatantly disobeying orders and making choices that moved the plot forward a bit. It was odd to see that even if she knew this person went dilly-dallying in her office or broke a rule, ut wasn’t met with discipline unless something really bad happened. Whereas, we all know that in a school setting, small rule breaking is also punished. I did like the part in the last episode when she and Bloom finally had a warm interaction, I found it very sweet and it was nice to finally have her interact with Bloom without having to expect some impending doom to arise in the next scene.

Beatrix

We did not get the stylish trio we know and love for Winx Saga, but I must say, I was not disappointed by Sadie Soverall. She portrayed the character really well.

She’s a blending of the famous Trix. She’s cunning and does not let anyone get in her way, much like Icy. Seductive like Darcy and I’d say she has Stormy’s malicious nature. (I mean the Trix are all malicious but Stormy generally could let her viciousness rule her judgement). As well as the fact that her power kind of looks like electric bolts, like Stormy’s.

A manipulator that was being manipulated. She’s icy cold, cunning and she knows who she should attach herself to in order to reach her goals. Just a sub-villain I say, but I enjoyed the character. Minus the odd little plots her character was mixed into, which I will discuss later.

Rosalind

A new character who so far seems like the puppet master of all the characters - both good and evil sides. A master manipulator and charismatic. Very enjoyable to watch despite her short screen time. She was the one person that actually had me excited to know what was going to happen next. Very well performed in my opinion.

Mike

The only time I saw this actor truly in character was in the last episode when he was wearing this blue shirt. He really looked like Mike. It may always be necessary to dress a character exactly like the original, but some things are just subtle and yet iconic. Imagine Shaggy from Scooby-Doo without his green shirt and brown pants combo. It wouldn’t feel like him. Otherwise he’s quite a basic looking man so not too hard to cast. I do think this actor really matched Mike though - looks wise, at least.

With Mike, there are less interactions with Bloom besides having very basic “How are you doing?”conversations. There’s a lame joke here and there but nothing really worth commenting over.here now The focus when it came to mentioning the parents in Winx Saga was mostly to Vanessa.

Vanessa

Vanessa in the original series is warm, loving and a good mother. She and Bloom have a strong relationship and have great communication between them, and Bloom not only respects her but also goes to Vanessa when she needs advice and support. The ideal mother-daughter bond.

Date’s Vanessa is more. . .trying to be a good mother but not quite nailing it. As I mentioned during Bloom’s analysis, she’s met with hostility or downright rudeness if she even mentions going out and making friends to her daughter. There were a few moments when it could have been touching to see thieir interactions, but apart from the scene when Bloom was feeling homesick, it felt a bit rushed. Perhaps it was the acting, perhaps it was that the awkward interactions overruled the positive ones, but the Winx Saga relationship between Bloom and Vanessa didn’t feel as connected.

In conclusion, mot of the acting was well done. The issues I have were mostly due to the writing of the characters, not the ability of the actors.

Other minor characters will be analysed during the plot discussion.

#winx club #winx saga #fate winx club #bloom #sky #musa #flora #terra #aisha #layla #riven #4kids dub #netflix #2021 #winx alfea

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pepperonijem · 4 years

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I. Plus One || Count on Me

I. Plus One → Count on Me masterlist

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: none, this is just fluff I guess. Or, pre-fluff???

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: .The beginning of it all. What else is there to say? (College AU)

A/N: I wrote this for @sebbbystaaan‘s 500 writing challenge! Thanks for letting me participate in this! :) My prompt was “Hey, we do what we do best. We improvise, all right?” from Fast and Furious 6. This is part one of a mini series!

“Alright, I’ll see you guys in two weeks,” the professor shouted over the cacophony of laptops being shut and backpacks opening. “Enjoy your spring break everyone!”

Peter let out a sigh of relief, thankful that this was he didn’t have to worry about calculus for the next week. He packed up his notebook and followed the exodus into the halls of the building. Peter paused by the small couch by the elevators, deciding to sit down and wait for the crowd to diminish rather than fight for a spot in the overcrowded elevator.

Unlike most of his classmates, Peter was in no rush to get out of the building. He had no plans to go back home over the week-long break. Happy and Aunt May were on a small vacation of their own and with Ned’s spring break not being until a few weeks later, Peter had made the decision to just stay on campus for the week. Peter’s big plans for the week mostly consisted of seeing how quickly he can learn to solve a Rubiks cube, and then maybe trying out the game he just bought, something about farming?

He passively scanned the bulletin board behind him, trying to pass the time as more people flooded the hall. Guitar classes, babysitting gigs, research studies, the usual. His eyes passed over each flyer but stopped on a sheet of notebook paper, hastily handwritten, with accents of neon highlighters around a phone number.

FAKE DATE NEEDED FOR A WEDDING. RSVP 555-0120. I’LL PAY YOU $50 AND YOU GET A FREE MEAL. SERIES INQUIRIES ONLY!!

Peter let out a chuckle and noticed that the date was this Friday. Figuring he had nothing better to do anyway, he pulled out his phone and began typing in the number, not realizing it was already in his phone.

(Y/N) from class

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember what class he had you in, until a silly memory of a conversation the two of you had about trying to insert as many Spongebob references into your presentation as possible. Oh right, he recalled. She was in that French class I took last year. Your professor had assigned you to project groups at the beginning of the semester based on who you were sitting with, and it just so happened that you were the only two people who sat at the front row.

The first project you and Peter had together was an oral presentation in which you had to have a conversation in front of the whole class. The morning of the presentation, you and Peter noticed everyone else rehearsing and carrying out extensive scenes, whereas the two of you had agreed to wing it, not thinking seriously about the project at all. Funny enough, your presentation went smoothly, scoring high marks for the both of you. By the end of the semester, you two had become somewhat friendly with each other in class, but unfortunately, because you two were in different majors, it was the last class you had together.

Although Peter would never admit it, he was disappointed in himself for not ever asking you to hang out outside of the class. But now, he finally had a chance to do something about it.

Once he got back to his dorm, Peter dropped his backpack on the floor and flopped on his bed. He pulled out his phone and typed out a message, analyzing every word to make it sound as casual as possible.

Hey (Y/N), it’s Peter! We had French together last year. Um, I saw your flyer outside of my class, about the wedding. Do you still need a date? I don’t have any plans this break so uh, I thought why not?

Before he could think too hard about his wording, he hit send and set his phone face down in a terrible attempt to not freak out over a reply, but the thoughts flooded his brain anyway. Oh god, oh god what if she doesn’t remember me? Or worse what if she did remember me and now she thinks I’m a creep? “So I thought why not?” Come on Parker, you sound like you don’t care. Maybe she didn’t even--

A loud ding came from the other side of his mattress and he scrambled to flip over his phone.

4 new messages from (Y/N) from class

Peter unlocked his phone and checked the messages.

Yeah, I remember you! We did that Spongebob presentation! Also, yeah I definitely am in need of that date TBH I’m glad it’s you asking me because I was scared I was gonna get some weird messages. Anyway, if you’re not in class or anything can you meet me at the cafe in 10 minutes?

Peter replied a quick yes before slipping back out of his dorm room and headed towards the campus cafe, trying to let out his jitters before he saw you. Come on Parker, you’ve fought space aliens and literally saved the world, you can do this. He hyped himself up, and let out a deep breath before opening the door. The smell of fresh baked croissants and strong coffee enveloped him in a warm hug as he walked through and he immediately felt a wave of calmness wash over him as he walked over to where you were seated at a table in the back, tucked away from the chatter and sounds of the rest of the cafe.

“Hey,” you looked up from your laptop and smiled at Peter as he slid into the opposite side of the booth and slid his backpack off. “I got us a couple of cookies, but I don’t know if you like coffee or not so I didn’t get you a drink.”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” he waved it off. “Thank you for the cookies though, these are my favorite,” he said as he reached for one of the snickerdoodles. “So, why the fake date?” He asked.

“Right,” you began, taking a deep breath. “So funny story, my cousin is getting married next week, and one day when I was home I mentioned that I was working on a project with a guy, and somehow they assumed that I was talking about my boyfriend, and everyone was so excited so I didn’t have the heart to tell them no, and so blah blah a year later, they’re using this whole wedding to try to meet my… nonexistent… boyfriend. Which is where you come in!”

You grinned sheepishly as you stared at a wide-eyed Peter. Somewhere in your head, there was a voice saying that this was not a good idea, coming to a crescendo until Peter finally let out a laugh. You laughed with him, unsure of what he would say.

“I’m in,” Peter said with an excited smile.

The next couple of hours went by in a blur as you and Peter worked on the details of your fake relationship. From your first date, your anniversary, how Peter asked you out, what he got you for Christmas, for your birthday, you tried to cover as much as you can.

“Okay, well what happens if someone asks us something we forget to cover?” Peter asked nervously. “Or, or, what happens if I say the wrong thing, or we get our stories mixed up--”

“Hey,” you interrupted, flashing Peter a calming smile. “We do what we do best. We improvise, all right?”

Peter nodded, setting his pencil down and grabbed the last cookie.

“The trick is to base everything on as much truth as possible,” you taught him. “The more truth we tell, the less lies we have to remember.” You leaned back, somehow more relaxed than you probably should be in this situation. “We’re gonna do great, okay, Pete?”

With a full mouth, Peter returned your smile. Although he was extremely nervous, he had to admit, he was also excited. It was evident from your days in French class and the last few hours that the two of you had a pretty solid chemistry, as it was incredibly simple and fun to bounce ideas off each other. No idea was a bad idea between the two of you. Just silly ideas and good ideas, but nearly everything ended in laughter.

By the time you had finally finished planning, the sun was long gone. The two of you packed up your stuff and Peter walked with you back to the dorms, still not wanting the evening to end. He was hooked on your company, and the regret he felt from not pursuing your friendship sooner left him with the gnawing desire to have more than just this one fake date with you, to have this arrangement blossom into a real friendship, that goes beyond a classroom.

Once you finally arrived at your door, your conversation came to a slow stop. “This is me,” you sighed. “Thanks for walking me back, and uh, thanks for agreeing to help me with this crazy scheme.”

“It’s no problem at all,” Peter smiled at you. “This is gonna be fun, I can feel it.” Peter felt butterflies in his stomach, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of you or because of his anxiety, but he was excited nonetheless.

You let out a small chuckle. “I’ll see you on Thursday, for the rehearsal dinner?” you asked, still beaming at him.

Peter nodded and extended his hand for you to shake, as you rolled your eyes and gave him a quick hug instead. Oh they’re definitely because of her, he thought.

“It’s a date.”

#Tom Holland #Tom Holland fic #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #tom holland angst #tom holland headcanon #tom holland x reader #tom holland x yn #Peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #spider man #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst #peter parker smut #peter parker fic #peter parker headcanon #peter parker x reader #jem speaks

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roguelioness · 3 years

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Stop and Stare

I’m back with more Gwenji nonsense, don’t at me. Benjamin Fox belongs to @ma-sulevin!

Picking up where the two left off here.

Benjamin Fox/Gwen Porter 1658 words, complete

Gwen gets her arms up over her head and stretches, sighing at the way the kinks work out of her shoulders. The scene outside her window is grey and dreary; there’s even a little bit of drizzle to really rub in what a miserable day it is. Everything about it says bundle up, stay at home, and she knows there’s a bottle of good whiskey in her cupboards - hell, she could get a real nice fire going, sprawl out on the carpet in front of it, ignore the email from the publisher and the rest of the world and instead just spend the afternoon daydreaming about-

About what, indeed, she chastises herself, her cheeks faintly pink as she recalls wide shoulders and wider grins.

She checks the little orange clock that’s up on the mantel; it’s a quarter to three. A bit too early for the whiskey, then, but perfect for a cup of tea. She gnaws on her lip as she stares outside… she could remain at home, but on the other hand, she might catch Benji if she makes her way to Haley’s bakery…

Besides, she could use some fresh air. It can’t be healthy to be cooped up all day at home, can it? It’ll be good for her mind! She might find some inspiration out on the- grey skies… and grey cobblestones… and… brown eyes…

Gwen mentally chastises herself for what is all-too-quickly becoming a rather overwhelming obsession with Wayhaven’s detective. Keep this up, and he’ll be serving you a restraining order, she rues, even as she slings her purse over her shoulders and tightens the scarf around her neck. She’s not going to see him, she’s doing this for herself, because she’s been at home for two days now and she really needs a change, she’s tired of staring at the sage green walls of her apartment and she hasn’t found the energy to pick up her brush because everything’s just been so grey and blah outside.

She nearly reconsiders her idea once she’s out of the door and the full force of the chill wind smacks her straight in the face. The cold quickly numbs her ears, gnawing at her even through the woolen beanie, and she lets out a gasp as cold air manages to sneak beneath her coat. Gwen speedwalks her way to her little sedan - she is not built for the cold, not one inch - and gets behind the wheel of her old-but-in-pretty-good-shape sedan, shivering while she waits for warm air to flow out of the vents. “Holy fuck it’s cold,” she mutters, rubbing her gloved hands together before she places them on the steering wheel.

The drive to the bakery is uneventful, most of Wayhaven’s citizens having done the sensible thing and stayed at home - a fact that isn’t lost to her as she pulls up by the storefront. Gwen can see, through the large glass window, that the bakery’s empty. Damn. Her phone says it’s three-fifteen, and she just happens to know - thanks to Rita, her next-door neighbor, and another volunteer at the PD - that Benji has a late patrol tonight… I’m not here for him, she reminds herself, and takes a breath to steel herself against the wind outside before she gets out, clenching her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering as she rushes into the cozy warmth of the store.

“Gwen!” Haley’s smiling, clearly surprised to see her. “A little cold for you to be out, isn’t it?”

“I needed a change,” she smiles, trying to squirm at the glint in the baker’s eye. “Thought it might help with the artist’s block.”

“Well, you just make yourself comfortable, and stay for as long as you’d like,” Haley says kindly. “What can I get you?”

“A tea, and-” she points at a cinnamon roll. “One of those, please.”

She seats herself as close to a window as she can without being right up against it and pulls out a sketchbook. Letting her fingers flow across the page, she draws The Square in quick, sure strokes, detailing the cobblestone streets and the quaint iron lamp posts, the unused park benches and the leafless trees. She’s so caught up with what she’s doing she starts when the door opens, feeling her cheeks heat up when she recognizes the tall man who steps into the store.

He hasn’t seen her yet, and she takes the time to study him. Strong jaw set taut, brows knitted together, lips thinned out in thought. He looks tired, his usually neatly style hair mussed by the wind outside, and the stubble on his face is heading towards what she has no doubt will be a quite fetching beard.

Her pencil files across the page, the soft rasp of lead against paper so familiar to her she barely pays attention to it. His jacket’s not so much worn out as it is lived in, and she knows that it will smell of him, all fresh soap and deodorant. It’s not as thick as her parka, she knows, but he makes it look so much warmer.

He turns, and he sees her, and he instantly breaks out into that wide, open smile, the edges of his eyes crinkling up. It gets her heart speeding, and she silently curses the way he can so effortlessly make her feel this way, like she’s the sun after a never-ending night. “Hey, Gwen!” his voice is so cheerful she can’t help but grin in response. “Didn’t think I’d see you here. What are you up to?”

‘Oh, just-” she raises her pencil, wags it at him. “Trying to catch a muse.”

He chuckles, but his attention’s grabbed by Haley before he can respond. Grabbing his coffee from the counter, he makes his way towards her, and before she can react he’s pulling out the chair next to her and makes himself comfortable.

Dammit, why do his eyes have to be so warm?

“So,” his lips quirk up into that smile, the one that makes her chest flutter and her stomach do flips, “do you think I could have a look?”

“Huh?”

“Let me see what you’ve been working on?” his smile turns cajoling. She’s too weak to resist that look - not that she even tries, because what kind of fight can she put up against chocolate brown eyes that look so friendly and open and so, so attractive? His attention on her, so entire and so steady, tears down even the most resilient of her defenses.

Gwen glances down at her page, her heart spiking in alarm as she realizes that the part her hand is currently blocking out holds a very familiar face, and if she doesn’t do something quick he’s going to see-

“Um-” she hurriedly goes to turn the page, to hide what she’s been doing, but her haste makes her clumsy and she knocks over what’s remaining of her tea onto the book, the brown liquid spreading across and seeping into the paper. “Oh, shit,” she jumps up, trying not to get any on herself.

“Here, let me help-” Benji grabs a handful of napkins and rushes over to her.

She gratefully takes them from him. “Thanks.” She tries to mop up as much of the spilled liquid as she can, but the damage is done - the pages are too warped for her to use again. “Oh, well,” she sighs, staring down at the now-brown paper with its smudged artwork. “So much for that idea,” she gives him a crooked half-smile, half-grimace.

“I’m so sorry,” he looks genuinely contrite as he eyes the ruined sketchbook. “It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have startled you-”

“No, no, I’m just clumsy,” she lets out a little laugh, the sound awkward. “Don’t worry about it, honestly. I have loads more at home.”

His brows are still furrowed with regret. “Let me make it up to you - how about I get you another cup of tea?”

“You don’t have to, Benji, it wasn’t your fault-”

“Please, let me.”

He’s so earnest, she can’t turn him down. “Okay.”

Benji has to return to the station, so she lets him walk her to the car. “I’m sorry about your book,” he says again. He has to bend his shoulders quite a bit to meet her gaze through the window.

“It wasn’t your fault,” she sighs. “Please stop blaming yourself, you’re making me feel bad.”

His lips quirk up at the corners. The way he’s looking at her, his gaze scanning her face, the way his breath fogs the space between them, scented with the coffee he’s been drinking - Gwen finds herself mesmerized, finds her eyes dropping to his lips, finds herself wanting to yank him closer so she can taste his mouth.

“I’ll get you another,” he promises.

“Benji. Stop.”

He gives her one last, bright flash of a smile. “Drive safe.”

“I will.”

Neither of them seem inclined to end the conversation - she certainly isn’t - but a particularly freezing gust of wind has her shivering, which makes him take a step away, which leaves her feeling bereft.

“I’ll see you around, neighbor,” he grins, raising his hand in a quick salute.

“Bye,” she knows her cheeks are red, and that she’s smiling like a loon, but she doesn’t really care as she pulls away from the curb. When she turns to look again, he’s still standing there, a hand in his pocket, a grin on his lips. There’s a pull within her, a yearning to turn around and go back to him, but she ignores it and instead waves one last time before she leaves.

The next morning, there’s a plain brown paper-wrapped parcel on her doorstep. Curious, she opens it to find a brand new sketchbook and an accompanying note: Maybe this time I’ll get to see your work?

She shakes her head and laughs. And falls just a little bit deeper for warm brown eyes and broad shoulders.

#oc: gwen porter #foc: benjamin fox #gwen x benji #we're calling it gwenji okay #roguelioness writes

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer IV: Christmas Eve

I rocked back and forth in a glider chair, eyes scanning the wall murals around me. Cute images of foxes, owls and deer peeked behind tree trunks and bushes. Little raccoons hung out in the branches. A bear reached for a hive of bees for the small bead of honey dripping out the bottom. Each image was painted in loving detail and in good humor.

I shifted my vision to the corner of the room where a small artificial tree twinkled with simple white lights. Gifts were piled under it, mostly for the baby. Each toy had marked on it a name and a brief description.

“Ru’yi’s duckling.”

“Ru’yi’s bear”

“Ru’yi’s Hello Kitty”

On the door hung a simple plaque.

“Ru’yi’s room.”

I checked my phone. It was getting close to midnight Oslo time. My eyes shifted to the table next to the rocking chair. A white unopened envelope from Comemnus Corp lay waiting. I turned it over face down, next to a box of tissues.

I didn’t want to open that envelope alone.

My phone buzzed. I exclaimed with delighted surprise. It was Johann and he wanted to video chat!

I immediately accepted and his face filled my phone screen. I grinned. “Heeeey!” My smile faded when I noticed the dark rings around his golden eyes and his pale complexion. “Wow you look sleepy...”

“Jet lag..." He shook his head. “The mission itself was simple. No problems.”

His expression softened, looking into my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, it’s definitely getting harder.” I rested my hand on my round, distended belly. “She’s sitting really low on me right now so I waddle like a fat penguin...” I rolled my eyes. “...and yeah going to the bathroom every half hour is no fun at all.”

“That’s disturbing your sleep.” He observed.

“Yes, but I sleep a lot during the day. I’m trying to get as much as I can, while I can get it. At least, I can breathe now that her head isn’t under my chest.”

“Any contractions?”

I shook my head.

“Bleeding? Pain?”

“I’m fine. I promise.” I raised my arms, flexing the muscles I’d managed to cultivate over a year of training. “We made sure I’d be strong for this. Remember?”

He nodded. “I remember.”

“So... I have a bit of a surprise.” I reached over to the envelope. “I got this last week but... I haven’t opened it yet.” I held it to the phone camera.

“Is that the prenatal dragon blood purity assessment?”

“Yep. It’s either good news or bad news...” I turned it over in my hands. “I didn’t want to open it without you here... just in case... you know.” My eyes shifted downward, voice trailing off.

“No matter what the news, I know we’ll be able to handle it. Go ahead and open it.”

“Okay... drumroll please?”

Johann obliged, lightly drumming his fingers on the desk. My words were light hearted, but I bit my lip as I tore open the envelope.

I unfolded the letter. “Thank you for choosing Comemnus for your genetic testing needs... we take pride in the accuracy of the results...blah blah...” My eyes scanned down the page. “...keep in mind that prenatal checks are just a marker to establish a history and not entirely predictive of the future...” I took a breath. “It’s recommended to do continual testing to monitor fluctuations.”

“We regret to inform you that Ru’yi’s dragon blood purity is 48.5%... putting her at... high risk...”

I set the letter in my lap. Disappointment welled up in my eyes. Warm tears slipped down my face. “I knew it... I knew it... I knew this was going to happen...”

“Meixiu.” Johann’s voice was gentle. “You know you have a stabilizing effect...”

“Yes but after she’s born? When she’s separate from my blood?” I reached over to the tissues and wiped my face. “If she tests over 50 percent they’re going to take her.”

“No one’s going to take her. At most they’ll have to monitor her for a while.” He reached out to his screen. “No one’s going to take her. I won’t let them.”

I wished he could reach through the screen. I rested against the back of the rocking chair, willing the tears to stop.

He brought the camera a bit closer. “She’ll be fine. Your Soul Skill can help her. She’s not going to end up constantly dying like Erii. And even if that were the case, you’re in a unique position to help her live out a long healthy life. But I don’t think she’ll be like Erii.”

I put the letter back on the night stand. “What do you think is going to happen?”

A small smile played on his lips. “I think she’ll be born beautiful... and very strong. We’ll have to train her early and often. We’ll have to protect her and watch her very closely. Our lives won’t be our own for quite some time. But... that’s alright.”

“Will we be shipped to the quarantine island...?” I asked him.

“She’s a baby, she’s not that dangerous. Meixiu, relax. Take a deep breath. Please.”

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out.

Johann’s eyes didn’t shift away from me. He breathed with me, helping me calm down. He stared, intent and serious, holding my gaze like an anchor. “Don’t let this stress you out, not in these final days. Make sure you’re getting enough rest. If you feel your mind racing, just remember it’s going to be fine. Alright?”

“Okay...” Relief flooded me.

“Everything else is okay with her, right?” He asked, his soft voice guiding me through my panic.

“Yeah. She’s otherwise normal.”

“Good. Meixiu... Now... there’s something else.” He hesitated.

I detected a shift in mood from the way his brow creased when he glanced away. “I finished the mission a bit early. I should have called you earlier, but I was thinking about a lot of things... and I couldn’t sleep.”

He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “I met someone who... was doing all this work for a woman who was stuck in a coma in a hospital. And I thought... he should be by her side. And it hit me... that I was not at your side.”

I hurried to reassure him. “I said it was alright...”

He held up a hand. “Please... hear me out.”

I bit my lip. “Okay.”

He sat for a bit, eyes distant. “To be honest... I forgot it was Christmas until I saw the decorations here. I’ve been that busy. Right now in Norway the sun doesn’t come up. It just flashes below the horizon. People have to work for their bodies to function normally. They spend a lot of time together to pass the time. I... I was alone.”

“A year ago. I would have been fine with nothing but my sword and a suitcase. But now... I’m not so sure.”

“The whole reason I joined Cassell was out of my own desire for revenge over something that happened to me when I was younger. I obsessed about it every day. I didn’t care what I did, so long as it kept me getting closer to my ultimate goal.”

“But I have gotten no closer.” He rested his forehead against his hand. “And I’ve left you alone. I’m sorry, Meixiu.”

He looked at me again. “I’ve been getting offers for where I will be stationed as official commissioner with the Executive Department. I haven’t answered any of them.”

“I’d just keep doing what I’m doing now, rising through the ranks of commissioner, to special commissioner, to senior... until I’m given a desk job when I’m too old or injured to take on missions any more.”

“I might never find what I’m looking for. And what’s more... I... I’m not sure if I want it as bad as I used to. When I fall asleep all I do is miss you.” He looked away suddenly.

Did he not mean to say that? I wondered. Was he ashamed? I tilted my head in confusion. This way of thinking was nothing like the man I knew. I held my breath, following his line of reasoning. I had kept my silence before such an unusually long speech, stunned at what I was hearing. Was he thinking of ending his dragonslaying career?

“You want to quit?” I asked quietly, gently.

“I’m not sure... this is the first time I’ve felt like this. I don’t know how to tell Schneider.”

“You’re tired...”

“Yes...”

“Come home... get some sleep. Give it some time.”

He looked at me through the camera. The desperate, frustrated look to his eyes began to fade. “I just know that so long as that...” His jaw clenched. “... thing is out there, there’s a risk it might come after you.”

We sat silently a few seconds. “I’m strong, Johann.”

He shook his head.

“Then why don’t you tell me what we’re dealing with?” I asked. “You’ve been hiding this from me for years!”

I watched as the thoughts ran across his expression, his eyes shifting, weighing the pros and cons. His breath became shallower, his lips pressed together. Was what happened to his father really that hard for him to talk about?

“Please...” I said.

His voice was halting and soft. “I was... in the car with my father. It was raining so hard, we could hardly see the road...” He suddenly stopped.

I leaned forward. “Yes... and?”

He didn’t move or speak. A notification popped up. “Connection Lost.”

I sighed. “Are you kidding me!” I checked my wireless signal. “Johann? Are you there? Can you hear me?”

The screen went black. I clucked my tongue. I sat waiting and waiting for the connection to re-establish, trying again and again to call him.

“Unable to Connect with Chu Zihang.”

I sighed loudly and growled to myself. It was so rare for him to open up like this. Maybe he’ll get back online. I propped the phone up on the table and watched for his call, rocking back and forth. In an attempt to keep myself awake, I sang to myself. Johann’s song, a very familiar tune.

The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing...

I patted my stomach as I sang. I got to the end of the song, but there was no sign of him.

I got up to go to the bathroom. I turned out the lights to the rest of the house, showered and changed into my night robe, checking back after each activity for a return call. Thirty more minutes had passed but there was none. The connection was truly out.

“Come on... Johann...” I whispered, sitting back down in the rocking chair.

I picked up the phone to dial again.

“Relax Meixiu... what time is it?” I checked phone time. I hadn’t heard back for nearly an hour. I continued to rock myself and wait. I told myself to give him a few more minutes. He was clever. He was working on it.

My eyes suddenly grew heavy but I forced them open. I had to stay awake in case he called.

The lights in the apartment flickered. My vision blurred and my eyes shut. I tried to force myself to open them. Twisted images swirled behind my eyelids for a moment before they opened again.

I hadn’t moved from the room, but it wasn’t the room I’d just been in. The walls were different. They were just plain pink. The paintings were gone. The toys were different toys. The tree lights were multicolored!

Confused and frightened, I reached for my phone. I looked at it but it wasn’t the same color or the same model as I’d just been using! I dropped it.

“Johann!”

A cold chill ran through me from top to bottom, followed by a profound numbness. There was no response from Johann through my soulbond any more. His presence in my mind and heart had been as large as a mountain. Now it as snatched away, leaving an agonizing vacuum. In desperation, I reached out to him again and again. “Johann! Johann!”

I grabbed the unfamiliar phone and flipped through my recent contacts. I couldn’t find his name. I threw it across the room.

“Where is my phone?! Where’s my phone?!” My words blended together until I was just screaming, crawling on the floor, knocking things over trying to find it.

My howling was like a wounded beast and a crying baby blended together. The unearthly wailing and crashing furniture carried through the walls, the ceiling, the floor and window.

I lay my back against the wall, one arm over my eyes. My sorrowful pleas squeezed my lungs until my voice thinned to silence. Only for them to billow open again for me to cry out. “My love! Oh, my love! My love! My love!”

My love was gone.

Johann, my beautiful Johann, was gone.

#Dragon Raja #Fanfiction #Writing #Johann Chu

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jojoreadwhat · 4 years

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i'm the best book you'll never read / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

It's been a weekend and three days since Matty tried kissing me under the stars. His breath still a lingering scent that wouldn't subside, so close to my pale skin. Laced with the red wine shared between us and the minty menthol he had threw before hovering over me. Sending this racing chill through my body that was fitting with the warmth of the wine I had consumed. His dark chocolate eyes like daggers against my crystal blues, tracing my face like transparent paper. A scene that wouldn't leave, a scene I was wish I played into instead of pause.

The words replaying in the savory tone of Matty's thick accent, 'You're not one of them' his calloused index finger running over my forehead. Moving the little strand dancing across it. 'Not in the slightest.' Watching as his rare lips, so defined and gloss-like. Curl into this unconventional smile that was so.. inviting.

I sighed to myself, opening my eyes to the window with the picture perfect scene. Lightly shaking my head to possible mistake I had made. His strange absence painting the bigger picture that all was not the truth, that I was different in that moment. Only because I wanted more grammar rather than the tongue tied language he wanted to perform.

It was best to keep it a subtle memory, keeping me at bay for all the wonders I was expected to see in London. Matty was just an introduction to it all, starting the carpet that would lead me to all I was hoping to find here. Experience.

I looked down at my leather bound in my lap, writing the finishings of my entry before reading the watch on my wrist. Today is my first day working in the university's library. I buckled the strap of my journal, throwing it into my bag before grabbing another coffee for the walk.

I walked to the west wing of campus to the building separated from the rest of it, I swear the library for this campus was bigger than two mansions. Three floors full of magic aligned each shelf. A different world for a different day of the week. The smell ventilating so much that I could catch it into a jar like you would sand on a foreign beach.

I clocked in, placing my belongings into a locker in the back. I bent down to fix the buckle of my mary jane's, before I stood in front of a community mirror. Straightening out my navy and green plaid skirt, readjusting the black tulip hem shirt following the placing of my lanyard over my neck.

Taking a breath, before going to look for my supervisor, Matilda. Blonde long haired woman approaching her fifties. Blue eyes similar to mine and this angelic face that you only seen in those old Victorian paintings in museums. With a very laid back style, a different patterned skirt everytime I seen her during study hall. Loaded with different amounts of jewelry, and smelling of fresh eucalyptus.

She was marking books with little color tags on their linings. Separating them from different genres. I lightly tapped her because you know the rules of libraries, six inch voices. She spun around with a warming smile, kind of like the one my mom gave.

"Ah, Ms. Collins. It's your first day!" She exclaimed ever so quietly. Placing her arm around my shoulders blades as she directed me. Her light embrace warming me heavily, "I've been looking forward to working with you."

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Matty's POV.

I stood at the counter of Rocket Records as each strike of the clock moved and people browsed through the plastic wraps of wonders. I was in the mist of heading to uni when James called in a frantic. Ryan, the morning shift had an emergency to attend too. Taking me out of the terrible excuse of books and lectures. So I could stare at the girl a few rows in front.

Friday kept replaying in my head.

The way she danced to the strums of my guitar. The way her face squinted after her first sip of her drink. Her refreshed skin glistening against the neons as she came out of the ladies room. Her little hand in mine as I led her on the outskirts, buying cheap wine to watch the street lights and stars make align in her eyes. That laugh cascade over the sounds of the stale city, making it ever so bright in the night. The way she was so small laying slightly beneath me, how every bit of the details etched on her face. Were what she considered flawed, but to I so beautiful blended. Lastly how guarded her valuable heart was as her small hands barely amounted to the strong opinions running from her mouth.

I smirked in thought at the way her eyes widened when I didn't move my stance. Which them open from fear she was trying to have subside, to the curiosity of why I was still lying there. Showing that what I remarked back was the most truth I had ever spoken. She was not the red head in the bar when she seen her hands resting around me. Not the blonde that left my flat the day I found Lucy in my Creative Writings class. She was Lucy. Lucy Collins, a girl with lines to read and understand.

The little bell over the door had rang, my two friends and bandmates Ross and Adam peering from the sunny autumn breeze. Holding bags of clanking bottles and snacks as they rested them on the counter in front of me.

"It's Wednesday." I reminded. Very aware of the events taking place tonight.

Ross looked at me taken back on my greetings. "It's two days till Friday. We are just preparing." He replied, Adam chiming in beside him with a chuckle. I sighed to myself, taking the tagging gun and running along a pile.

"Is it a big one?" I asked, my mind flooding with papers due and studying to do. As much as I would be usually stoked for the midnight ride, I wasn't feeling it much.

Adam shook his head, "Preparing remember?" He remarked, resting his arms on the counter. "It's just enough for good food, good tunes and some nice company." He added, picking up a record.

"Plus, we think you should invite Lucy." Ross added once more, "She's quite the catch."

For my usual laid back, very unreadable expressions. I could feel the curl in my cheeks with only the truth filling the room. She's a definitely a catch. A catch so difficult to grasp.

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Lucy's POV.

Matilda had directed to me the front desk, giving me light duty today because we were pretty swamped. It was the middle of the next week now and there was essays and exams due. I felt all the same pain, I had a double whammy of exams on Friday that I was dreading to bits.

I worked with the computer, helping my fellow classmates if we had books available or if they had been checked out. It was definitely a sucky job, I hated the feeling knowing you didn't get to a book in time. It was like getting to class late... And naked to top it off.

Eventually it had died down. Matilda was now at the desk with me, eating peanuts and checking library check out slips.

"So Ms. Collins. What are you studying?" She asked, during my interview it was cut short so she didn't get to ask about why this American was in London.

I helped check slips with her, "Literature. I write." I explained, I didn't really have a direction when it came to what type of writing I was studying. I took up creative writing and women studies as extras cause many books I read were along those lines. But honestly, I just wanted anything to everything about writing at my fingertips. Writing never had directions, just flows.

She seemed pleased, "My daughter is a writer too." She went on, looking just like her I bet, pretty long blonde hair, taking the world by storm. Writing about experiences she had and was experiencing things as we spoke. Wearing a coat of many colors without any shame. That would be a level I'd like to reach after this.

"I bet you have great stories." She continued, I smiled at her positivity. She had no idea that I only had a first kiss in Junior high and talked to a homeless guy once or twice. All my experiences being so blah and that standing in this library. In a place so new, was more exciting than all of them combined. "I bet he knows that too." She added once more, my face immediately flustering into confusion.

She smiled at my questioning look of her mentions. "He was here a few days ago when you had picked up My Life On The Road." She explaining more specifically, "His eyes were all over you more than the book in his hands."

She went on to describing him but I didn't need more, instead I was beginning to feel more guilt than I already had. Totally judging him by his past when mine was just a sheet of lined paper. Jotted with scarce notes that never even made it to the market, just a list of things I never did.

Matilda set the alarm before locking the doors and saying goodnight. Day one of work had been surprisingly smooth than I expected. Leaving me now with enough energy of diving into textbooks and paperbacks of my own. Excited for the fresh bottle of pumpkin spice creamer in the fridge, the Coldplay record that was delivered to the house via email and the half eaten tub of apple crisp flavored ice cream. Waiting to be devoured in the freezer hidden behind the stack of frozen peas.

With the unlikely exciting things to be thrilled about for some when getting home. I retraced the familiar route to the tube that would lead me to my happy events of the night. The mixed aromas of firewood and the brisk winds tickling my nose, I went to slip in my headphones. Finishing from the middle of Moose Blood when the voice I kept hearing replay in my mind. Was now colliding against the autumn winds.

"Hey Blue." His voice sliding down my spine like ice.

Leaning against his car that was dark like the sky above. His hands in the green army jacket over the white and blue of his flannel, edging out all the tone of his build. His black infamous holed jeans meeting at the bottom where his vans were crossed. Casually playing the aesthetic he walked.

I walked towards to him, stopping two feet but only itching to get closer.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked with his absence from Creative Writing remained on my mind.

He smirked, probably mentally preparing for all the questions to roll off my tongue like a ball on the ground. "Abby told me that you were working." He replied, surprised that he went looking for me in the first place.

"Were you hoping I fetched your homework?" I remarked. My mind immediately regretting the bantering remark.

He shook his head, "No." looking down at his shoes. "I was hoping to catch you." Before his brown eyes met mine again, even with the indigo that surrounded us. They were so bright, golds so prominent like the moon dancing with stars.

"The boys and I are having a party tonight." He said, "I was hoping you could stop by."

My mind playing tricks splitting like a Gemini on a off day, one part wanting to cover my face with apple crisp ice cream. The other was Matty opening the door to the passenger seat of his car.

The party was smaller than I had thought about on the drive here. Just a handful of friends, good brews and fresh tunes.

Matty grabbed me a drink before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor. I was never much for parties or the way my hips move off beat. But for Matty's hands to lay on my waist as his wine breath danced along the skin of my neck. I was fabricating more ways in my head for this feeling to be more frequent. The past thoughts of earlier as I was dealing with guilt for Friday. Were beginning to feel sighs of reliefs with all the words Matty babbled and the laughs he caused to ripple against the music.

More people started coming in from the yard, changing the vibe and it was getting more difficult to listen to Matty talk. Finding the words that would fall so easily were being replaced by nods and smiles. Trying to hint a bit that it was beginning to be crowded and he was all I wanted to listen too.

"Let's go to my room." He slightly slurred without waiting for a response, his hand moving from the fabric resting on my waist. Now running along into my hand as he moved through the crowd till we reached stairs.

He turned the knob of a door covered in nonsense stickers of bands till we entered his room. The room loosely matched his door, posters in multiple different sizes overlapping, collages, and a tapestry of different faces he admired plaster on the walls. I looked around, Matty turning on a lamp on his nightstand before sitting on his bed. Silently watching me as I silently observed the things that hadn't fallen from his mouth.

I chuckled to myself as I counted a few more pictures of Prince than Michael Jackson. The first week of his friendliness and his one man protest of who was better coming to mind. "You really think Michael Jackson is better?" I recanted, pointing out some of the snippets of articles I had found. "Okay, maybe. But Prince definitely has killer style." He replied as I shook my head in amusement. Trailing my eyes to the colorful bookshelf with bold names seeping. Picking up Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. A book I had all intentions of picking up in the bookstore back home, but it never made it to the register.

The sound of a lighter clicking as Matty lit his menthol was followed with his towering figuration standing from his gray duvet covered bed.

"Ever read it?" He asked, the cigarette moving with every curl of his lip. Wrapping his fingers around it as he pulled it away to exhale. I shook my head, a look of surprise gracing his face. The English major failing to read a book that fallen between cracks and rolled up lists.

I watched as he brought the cigarette back to his perfectly formed lips, inhaling once before exhaling into a question. "Do you remember your first English class?" He began, middle school replaying in my mind, Ms. Lindsay's pretty floral dress, the posters aligning the walls with every author you could imagine. She was a big part of my decision of devoting my life into words, journals and novels.

Matty's voice breaking me from my memory, "Remember when they taught you to never judge a book by it's cover?" He added, I looked back down at the book that was falling to pieces, the cover was beginning to wear and the colors becoming stale. "Even if it's a over read story or just a plot you'll never fully understand?" Inhaling once again, "Or just a author with too much exposure?" I ran my fingers over it's folded pages, the old and fresh notes made in the indents.

All his questions beginning to connect like the lining of the book. Matty was a book, folded at it's edges, full of knowledge and secrets some old from past lives, some new. Over read like the one in my hands.

I looked up at Matty who was beginning to raise his hand to take another swing of his cigarette. I had other ideas when I gently grabbed his wrist before I reached up and met his lips with mine. He was taken back my sudden action, making two of us. I was nervous about what I had begun but it all subsided when his hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me closer, tasting what I was about to guard myself from, like he was a banned book that I was going to go through all lengths to read.

#the 1975 fanfiction #matty healy imagines #slutforbritdick #wattpadarchives

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 3.5

Smut/Angst

FT- JOON/HOSEOK/JIN (MORE SO JOON THOUGH)

***NOT DOUBLE CHECKED AS OF 6/25...I NEED A BREAK FROM THIS LOL! But I know you guys want it so I’ll spell check the full 12k tomorrow..it was checked in portions though!****

This chapter of “Family Ties” which I’ve labeled as chapter 3.5, can be read as a stand alone and there won’t really be any confusion. BUT it’s necessary for part 4, as the majority of that chapter takes place in Shanghai, there was some backstory that needed to be unwrapped prior to them heading to China. So I thought it would be better to do it as a little excerpt...

WARNINGS: LORDT, semi public sex, slight cum and spit play, very very very light daddy kink, light dom Tae, ugh I guess alochol play...I mean he poors Vodka down her body so yeah...oral (F recieving) Sex ontop of a marble bartop, dirty talk...non protective sex….OH light drug use (Weed) Alochol ..lanuguage...I mean it’s a mafia fic sooo…

12K ...Dialog/storyline heavy as per usual

11:30 AM Downtown LA (About 3 months prior to chapter 1 )

ONE SHOT SUMMARY: Just a “normal” monthly recap with Henry, who runs one of there bigger distribution warehouses in China. Well,maybe the meeting will be normal depends on if he’s keeping shit together or not! I’ll give you a hint...he’s not (This dose tie into chapter 4, as it’s the same warehouse! )

Once their done with “that”, Taehyung impromptuly decides it’s been a little too long since he’s had Luxx to himself so they Jet off (literally) to Veagas for the rest of the day.

-If your new to this, the only thing you may wanna know is Luxx or Luxxy is (Y/N’s nickname, the same way V is Taehyungs)

-The actually seres itself is centered in Boston so both of them have accents.

Lastly at the time this is a somewhat dysfuctional fuck buddy/business partner situation, that was still in it’s very early stages. The actual series is set around an alliance between four families..so Luxx and Tae, are the children of two very power bomb bosses within the same alliance. That also run multiple multi million dollar “Facade” companies as well.( I.E..business that can explain their wealth, now weather the monies actually dirty or clean..is none of the government's business)

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The restaurant was dimly lit, aesthetically pleasing would be an understatement, The white Parisian designed ceiling tiles, against the black accent walls. All of the gold infused marble detailing that danced along the bar, the drop down candle lit lanterns...every over the top element you could think of this place had it. But to be fair the “WOW” factor kinda wore off after the 3rd visit now it’s just.. “Oh this place has really good pasta and seafood!”

Killing time as you scrolled through your phone, skimming through your DM’S on Instagram, finding yourself rolling your eyes at the majority of them. The scent of “Armani Code Profumo” danced through your nose as Taehyung took a seat to your right. His black Barocco silk Versace shirt was anything but subtle as it caught your peripheral. The shirt itself sat extremely low, clearly he wanted the world to know he’s been hitting the gym with Mazda. The strong muscle definition that was forming along his chest, radiating off his warm caramel complexion. A couple thin gold chains layered down his chest, one of them had a V in the middle which could stand for Versace..or “V”.

Thick, dark, wavy locks sat loosely tousled, along his head, this was the longest it’s been in a while to be honest you prefer it this way. Gave you more to tug on when his face is smothered between your thighs, a couple strands fucked behind his ears showcasing two modest diamond studs.

Hand coming down to rest casually on your bare thigh, not even bothering to say one word, as this is the first time you've seen him since arriving at brunch. The two of you drove here separately as you had a nail appointment prior. Not even sparing him a glance since he didn't have the nerve to speak.

“Ah Mr. Khan, I’m so sorry I didn't notice you arrived can I get you something to drink?” The waitress sounds slightly out of breath you wouldn’t be surprised if she literally ran over once she noticed him.

Khan, Taehyung-Khan-Kim, Taehyung Kim, Taehyung Khan, Kim Taehyung, V...they were all the same person, and they all held the same amount of power. Just depends on the atmosphere and more importantly the relationship. Or in some cases the light he wanted to be seen in, businessman by day, Mob underboss by night.... All of you had hyphenated last names..to the public typically his last name was Khan, on the black market it’s Kim or “V”.

It was clear he got the same gist, as he silently observed her body language the arrogance that laid within the chuckle that rumbled through his chest said it all. Licking his lips slowly, head cocked slightly to the side and he gazed up at the women in front of him. "Your fine love relax, I just got here, but yes can I get a bottle of Charbay Release III? Oh and about 4 more glasses”

Smiling back in her direction as you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes at the way he was just toying her around his little finger. Taehyung was well aware of the affect his voice had on people, and knew how to manipulate his tenor depending on the audience. At the moment it was currently up for debabte if he said “I want whiskey and 4 glases or if he said, let me bend you over this table and fuck you”

By the look on her face, it seemed like he said the 2nd option, her cheeks turning a very vibrate shade of red. The poor girl looked like she was a second away from passing out before she turned away. “Yes sir, I’ll get that right away..” A quick smile leaving her lips before she scurred over to the bar, stopping herself dead in her tracks once she realized she hadn’t addressed you as well.

“Luxx? Are you still doing okay? Would you like another Ciroc X on the rocks?” Regardless of the fact that she was a second away from jizzing her pants..her customer service skills did not falter between the two. She was just as attentive to you as she was Taehyung which you deeply appreciated.

Slowly lowering your phone from your face to greet her with a quick smile before responding “No, babe I’m good, I’m actually gonna babysit this, I havent really eaten’ much today. Thank you though…” Fluttering your lashes in Taehyung's direction as she walked off, his thumb moving in slow circles along your thigh, before allowing his entire palm to join in. Hating the fact that you could feel the goosebumps raising along your skin and it wasn’t because you were cold, it was solely due to the man to your right.

“Oh your fine love…” Mocking his overly flirtatious delivery with a roll of the eyes, bringing your attention back to your phone.

“What was that? Is someone a little jealous..don’t I tell you your fine enough as it is?” OH now he speaks!? Tone blanently teasing as he nuzzled his nose behind your ear, taking in your scent briefly. Toying the skinny white gold hop in your ear around his teeth, tugging lightly, just the way you like it. Forcing yourself to put on your best poker face as he pulled back from you swiftly, you could feel the smirk on his face without even looking at him.

Another scoff left your lips as you sip your drink “Yeah you wish….”

“You look really sexy by the way….” Eyes taking you in and undressing you all at the same time , you weren't wearing anything super dramatic. Just a short, black long sleeved silk dress that draped open slightly in the front..exposing a not so modest diamond body chain the hung perfectly between your breasts. Hair pin straight parted down the middle purposely tucked behind your ears while the rest draped down your back. The rich shine of your hair rivaling the silk on his shirt and it should. As much as you pay to keep it looking like this because lord knows you don’t do it yourself.!

“Yeah I know,” Your snapback was almost instinctual at this point you didn't even process the words before they left your lips, as you tossed the straid of hair off your shoulder. Earning a snort in response, an almost menacing smirk tugged on the corner of your lips at the way his eyes were shamlessly fucking you as we speak. The pads of his fingers continuously moved inward, massagings your inner thigh against his palm.

“Such a fuckin brat….”There was always the perfect combination of frustraion and arousal laced along his tongue whenever he called you that...always…

Before you even had time to response the waitress was bringing the bottle and Mazda was bringing the Henry. I guess his flight from China finally landed, you swore this motherfucker looked like he barley skimmed past customs or something from the look on his face. Already ready to shit 3 bricks and you havent even spoken to him yet.

“Well, this looks promising” you whispered out low against the side of his neck, sarcasm oozing from your lips earning a chuckle, while he dug his nails into your inner thigh.

“Shhhh….”

“Henrryyy!!!” The two of you yelled out in unison..sliding out of your seat to greet him as he made his way closer to your table. Giving him a warm welcome hugs and all,exchanging the norms “How are you? How as the flight” blah blah blah.

Taehyung instructed Namjoon and Mazda to head over to the bar, grab a drink get some food, just chill out while the three of you had your little meeting.

You noticed a leather backpack handing off his shoulder which he placed in the empty seat to his right as he set parallel to Taehyung and yourself. The backpack was Louis Vuittion which was actually surprising, he was paid well but lived VERY modest. A minimalist if you will, never really one to splurge, it was rare you say him in name brands of that caliber. The waitress waiting patiently for him to get settled before asking what he’d like to drink.

“Oh ugh, can I just get-Ummm..” The tremble in his voice was saying more than anything even the waitress noticed he seemed utterly terrified.

“Don't get shy all of a sudden, you can get whatever you want Henry you know that, hell I mean you deserve it right? You've been down there busting your ass for us for what Tae? Three years now?”

Head cocked to the side slightly as you await his response sipping down the rest of his drink before humming out . “Hell yeah. I mean honestly we don’t know what we’d do without you, out of all of our warehouses revenue wise, your sitting at the top of the boards right now man! “

Switching has gaze seamlessly from Henry to the waitress, shooting her his award winning boxy smile “Can you please just bring us a bottle of your best...do you prefer dark or-”

“Whiskey!..umm any type of whiskey please and thank you.” Smiling faintly in her direction before she scurried off to grab another bottle.

You watched him reach into his bag to grab out 3 folders..they were his monthly reports from the past 4 months..he made triplicate copies one for each of you.

“Always the professional” Smiling back at him fondly as your eyes dusted over the well put together package in front of you.

“How about we look over the menu first and place our orders, then we can dive into the good shit.Yeah?” Eyes glancing over to Henry’s and yourself who both seemed to nod with zero hesitation, you both knew Henry was probably starving.

“I don't know what I even have a taste for…” The words left your lips sing song like and smirk appeared on Tae’s as he moved a little closer. Bringing his voice barely above a whisper...

“I know what I want..buttt it’s not on the menu…” You couldnt help but snort out a lugh it was cheesy as fuck but even wth that you still found it extremlly sexy. His voice alone worked wonders, it also didn't help that his hand was still positioned dangerously close to your bikini line! A row of extremely thin white gold bands dancing along almost every finger, as the metal brushed against your flesh.

“Down boy…” Patting his thigh slightly, swiftly bringing his opposite hand down to meet yours, placing it in his lap. Making you take a quick squeeze at this dick through his black jeans which were extremely tight by the way. The way this man's thighs were set up you really didin’t understand how they even fit on his damn body!

“Oh no he’s definitely not down right now…” He didn't even care to whisper that part and the fact that it slipped out his mouth a full volume with zero context sent you 100%!

This time the cackle that left your lips wasn;t even close to subtle causing Henry to shoot up glancing over in confusion. You found yourself laughing until tears were threatening the corners of your eyes.

“You good Luxxy? Jet lag kicking in orrrr…” Taehyung asked faking a plea of innocence as he glanced over at Henry.

The light playful energy the two of you raitated started to calm him down, maybe he really was just over analyzing everything. Hell you typically had monthly and or quarterly meetings so why was he so nervous about this one!?

The waitress came back to take your food orders, you three joked, laughed, had a couple drinks ...split 3 appetizers amongst yourselves. Once the entrees came to the table it was time to get down to business…

“Sooo, as Tae said earlier, your numbers are looking really good, were very impressed! I feel like we may owe you a raise or a new car or something…” A slight smirk danced along your lips before wrapping your lips around the piece of bourbon shrimp that sat on top of your fork.

You watched Henry almost choke on his piece of stake once you said that..a smile tugging on his cheeks, bowing his head as a way to say thank you.

“Yeah and the staff..everyone still doing good? Everyone still pretty lowkey? Happy? Showing up on time, the full nine?”

This time the questions came from Taehyung as he stuck his fork in a piece of lobster, eyes glancing in Henry's direction.

“Yes, everyones great honestly you put me with a great group of people, no one complains, they work hard every day...you guys pay me well. I have no complaints...I’m very grateful! And I’m glad that I’m delivering on my end as well!”

The two of you hummed out in unison ...exchanging a slight smile, Tae observing the way you were eyeing his asparagus, sticking his fork in it before placing it in your mouth.

“And we're really grateful for you too, all of you, actually so much so that we personally sent out checks and little memos to the employees just as a thank you! When was it like a month or so ago Luxx?” Brow arched at the implied question while you took another sip of your vodka to wash down your food.

You observed Henry damn near choke on his piece of Broccoli once you said that,suddenly he finally became very aware of the fact that the entire restaurant was completely reserved. There was literally no one in it but, a couple cooks, the waitress, and the people he worked for.

“Yeah, and the memo on the payment said that the check was equivalent to there normal weekly pay just as a..bonus if you will. And as you mentioned...everyones just so, sweet and honest that I actually a couple calls...”

You swore you could damn near see the beads of sweat dripping down his ace at this point as he sat in silence waiting for you to finish talking.

“Oh yeah! That’s right, damn,I almost forgot about that….” Taehyung and yourself deserved an Oscar the way you two were playing this out as casual as can be!

“And what was interesting about the calls, is people were saying we paid them too much. Which for one I’d never call and tell anyone that , I mean hey your fuck up not mine but again like we discussed there all better humans than I’ll ever be. And can you hand me the salt Luxxy?”

What made the situation even more nauseating was that there wasn’t a shift between the two of you, neither were yelling, nor did you seem upset. Even though he knew you were yet you still carried on eating your dinner and nonchalantly just conversing back and forth as if your talking about the NFL draft or something.

“Right, so then that had us doing some research we looked into what was coming out of the bank, the paystubs, the amounts that the reports show they should be making, overtime..blah blah blah. And then we had them send us their pay stubs for the past 3 and a half months…”

You paused slight, for no other reason but to be a dick and make him almost shit his pants …”Apparently, we told them we started taking out what would be equivalent to the taxes owed in the US?” Brow quirked in his direction eyes daring him try and say otherwise, actually daring him to speak in general.

“I ugh…” He stammered and wasn’t getting to far

“Shhhh..noo ,stop don’t do that, don’t talk it doesn't work out well for you just eat, eat..and listen..” shushing him in an alarmingly calm tone of voice , gesturing to the food on his plate that he instantly deserted once you started talking.

“That stamanet alone just mind fucks me if im honest…”Taking out the American equivalent” while in China!? “ Taehyung's tone elevated slightly and even though the way he ended the statement, it could be taken as a question Henry knew better.

”Now for one, every states different so which state did you choose? And second if your taking out taxes were exactly are they going? Because this is starting to sound very Wesley Snipes to me and I’m not down...I’m not really in the mood for jail time.“

“No, Tae, I was just trying to-”

“To what!? Huh?Fuck me? Because if that’s the case you should probably lean over and kiss me too because I prefer to be kissed when I’m getting fucked!”

It took every fiber in your body to not laugh at that, the look on Henry's face didn't help either. “Joonie…” Barley raising your, as the restaurant was pretty much empty. Cocking his head slightly brow ached waiting for you to continue.

“Can you bring me that folder please?” Namjoon reached into his own leather backpack to bring out your own triplicate copy of what the past four months REALLY look like. Upon placing them on the table you took it upon yourself to deliberately throw Henry’s on the floor.

Leaning forward to rest your chin on your palm while Taehyung shuffled through the reports, eyes zoning in on the last page. ‘’So it seems, the employees were shorted between 100-200$ a paycheck yeah? The average was around $125, and that lasted for 3 months.”

Running through the list quickly as if he was checking off mental bullet points as he spoke.”There's 10 people in the shop...and in those 3 months what we've received as a whole hasn’t increased. Henry your a smart dude so I'm sure you can tell where our concern is coming from yeah?”

The two of you observed the way he fiddled with the papers is brain trying to think of something...ANYTHING. Fingers shaking as he turned the pages, eventually landing on the page that Taehyung was referring too.

“So…” Pausing to clear his throat “W-what do you guys want…” His tenor wavered like a leaf in the wind struggling to make eye contact.

“Really? That’s how you wanna start this off? That sounds real fuckin’ remoresful Henry!” If you didn't know any better you’d think you could actually feel your blood boiling, “ This was wayyy more than a little fucked up,l for one I’d like you to tell me when you started paying yourself cash. As far as I understood you were the ONLY one who was paid salary and E-deposit…”

“I, had some financial issues, debt wise, and I was worried because of collections so, I just thought it would be easier to-”

Unlikely, HIGHLY unlikely...like I said the man lived modest..if he owned someone, or was in debt in anyway it wasn;t through a collections company. But you didn't have it in you to argue that point right now!

“Okay, so if that's the cause you couldn't just call and run that by one of us first? That thought never crossed your mind? More importantly the fact that you actually had the balls, to steal from us,we pay you well we paid your fucking aprtment off and Teahyung fucking bailed out outta shit’s creak and THIS IS-” Your tone elevating slightly, the grit becoming stronger and your accent getting thicker by the syloboll.

“Stop..” Taehyung on the other hand sounds years calmer than you ever could, which was terrifying. “Not here, not like this…” It was clear you were getting more than frustrated as your thigh started to tremble under the table. Taehyung's grip tightening as an attempt to ease you “Shhh” He cooed out low against the side of your neck, tone adjusting to as if it was just the two of you in the room.

“I just don't-” The arch in his brow cut you off instantly.

“What did I just say? Not.Now.” It’s insane how tranquil he sounds yet his delivery held so much dominance, enough to make you actually shut up and listen. Letting a deep slow exhale leave your body as your eyes flutter anywhere but in Henry’s direction because to be fair you were ready to stick that stak knife dead in his neck!

“If I’m being honest, I’m really tempted to just take you to the back and blow your fuckin head off…..” Henry swallowed so deep you could literally hear it, there was something extremely creepy about Taehyung’s calm presitation.To be fair Henry would have preferred he scream and yell, this on the other hand was borderline haunting.

“But a dead body does me no good at the moment, soooo, here’s a temporary solution, Hoseok and Jin are on there way here...there about meh, an hour out. They're going back to China with you, and you have 48 hours to make this amount..”

Bringing his hand over to the highlighted number at the bottom of Henry's packet which read $16,750,89. “Re-appear, let’s not forget you weren't always Henry Choi, and if you thought life was hard before you became him…”

Dropping his head slightly making sure he had Henry’s undevided attention “Then trust me when I say, if you fuck this up even more than it already is, you’ll really fucking wish you never met me. Arasso?

Taehyungs tone never wavered but the base this man had, the power that radiated off of his body was something you'd have to see to believe. People tend to underestimate him, he’s young,pretty, still has a baby face goes to brunch in a $1200 silk shirt! But you never ever wanna forget who Kim Taehyung really is at the end of the day, because he'll show you with zero hesitation..

Clearing his throat while readjusting his glasses on his face “Yes, I understand…May I ugh, go to the restroom”

Not even responding just flagging his hand in the general direction of the bathroom...and Henry took that as his approval. Taehyung waited a good 30 or so seconds before he also got up, not even heading in the direction of the bathroom, instead...the kitchen.. Which was surprisingly empty…

“Fuck, I thought I tought you better than this man, I’m a way better shot than you, I don’t miss, even with my eyes closed so if your smart you won’t make me aim.”

Within seconds he heard shuffling around the corner, Henry tentatively making his presence known.

“What do you want!? I know you, your not just gonna let this go…” His voice was hiccuping at a tone in his throat that almost sounds as if he was a second away from throwing up!

“I want...you..to tell me who your doing this for, I know you, your not this fuckin stupid, you wouldnt risk this for 16K. So what the fucks really going on Lau!?” Stepping over in his general direction, the calm Kim Tahyung was long gone because now he was hurt.

“I-”

“WHO!?” It was a simple word a simple question yet one word held so much emotion the amount of grit that laid within his voice was unreal.Stepping even closer now not even centimeters away from Henry as he sat trapped between Taehyung and a wall.

“I said fucking WHO!? Who fuck has so much power of you, that your willng to fuck me, ME of all fucking people over Henry WHO!?” Grabbing him by the collar of his button up, slamming his back against the wall with so much force Henry couldn't even help the way his eyes teared up from the impact.

“Tae, I swear it’s not-” The name alone caused Taehyung's entire body to stiffel, releasing his hold. Dropping him back against the wall pulling his hands from him in a manner that resembled throwing away trash. With the lightest flick of the wrist, not even worth putting anymore energy behind it , jaw clenched painfully tight, he wanted it to hurt.

“Don’t, fuck you man, we don’t have that type of relationship anyhmore, I’m V not Tae,not even Taehyung. It’s V, just like I am to any other casual mother fucker on the street that I could give less that a fuck about. And since that’s where we are, please don't doubt that if that money isn't in Hoseok's hands in 48 hours I won't hesitate to treat you just like some random motherfucker on the street.”

“Just let me explain-” He was pealding at this point a second away from crying but that didn't change shit, his expression did not falter one bit. Taehyung's face was stoic to say the least, there was zero emotion left to be read as Henry gazed up at him.

Shaking his head in response, scoffing in disgust and disbelief as he wavered backwards… “Mazda” Elevating his voice just enough to allow it to bounce off the walls he already knew he was probably waiting outside the door. It was only a matter of seconds before Tae heard footsteps.

Flicking his nose with his thumb as he cleared his throat, trying to shake of the shaky tenor that kept trying to float through his lungs. “Just ugh, wait here with him until Jin and Hoseok get here…” Mazada didn't say anything but Taehyung's tone of voice really fucked him up, he could tell he wasn't angry he was hurt.

“I got you man..” Squeezing down on Taehyung's shoulder as he walked past, Henry suddenly found himself even more nervous being left alone with Mazda, knowing how close the two of them were on a personal level as well. Mazada was 2 years older than Tae and he was one of his first “real” friends he made when he moved here from Korea when he was 7. So if Taehyung was hurt so was he, and Mazda definitely wasn't the kinda guy you wanted to meet in a dark or light alley to be honest. He was another pretty boy that could royally fuck you up with zero remorse, especially when it comes to Taehyung.

Once Taheyung stepped outside of the kitchen he allowed his body to sink down into a low squat. Just taking a couple deep slow breaths as he ran his fingers through his hair,pulling himself back together. I mean shit he’s use to this, that’s why is circles small he just ddint, fuck he didint expect this. He didn't allow himself to sit in it though, he refused to sulk in the moment, he’d rather shoot someone than cry. His motto if you fuck me then fuck you, but there’s limitations to that, theres nothing worng with acknolweding and actually feeling PAIN! It’s normal, healthy…..

It was barley a good 60 seconds before he snapped himself out of it, getting off the ground slowly he found himself aimlessly admiring you from across the room. Just watching you, in your normal element, touching up your hair makeup while you waited for him to return.

He couldn't even help but smile, as you sat there,looking like everything he wanted, needed, and could have. But the fear that the world would take you away once he finally got you always stifled him. To be fair, that same fear sometimes hindered you as well, the only difference is. YOU were working towards changing that while it seemed as though Taehyung just fought it by building more walls whenever you started to break them down.

So what’s the solution to all this? A distraction, and there's no one that can ease his mind better than you. No matter how much he hated, the effortless control you also often held over it as well...

“Soooo…” your voice rang through the empty space once you heard Tae’s footsteps.

“Hmm?” Humming out almost as if he’s already forgotten what just took place, that’s how normal shit like this has become. More importantly and actually on a scarier note that’s how numb he’d become to shit like this.The not so subtle snarl and eye roll remind him what you were referring to as he shuffled closer placing his hands on your shoulders.

“Ohhhh...that, yeah he tried to escape through the kitchen….” Tone as nochlant as can be as his hands romned down your sides until they landed on your hips. Initially making a strong indentation with his thumbs, the very specific hand placement making your mind roam to one thing and one thing only.

“Well that was…….stupid” The dramatic pause twoards the end earned a chuckle as he expected soemting a little more detailed than just “Stupid” but hey..not that he couldnt use a good laugh.

He leaned down slightly letting his lips brush over your neck. You knew him well enough to know he wouldnt kiss you in this type of setting, this felt a little to personal..too “intiimate if you will but he had no primble teasing the fuck outta you.

“You okay?” You dared to ask, already well aware of the way he was in situations like this but you were still concerned.

“When’s the last time I made you come?” The sudden shift in tone and conversation caught you completely off guard as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. Purposely ghosting his lips down the side of your neck while he awaited your response. You figured he’d avoid the question but not like this….

“Ugghhh..” Fuck, you hated how instnatly thrown off you became, it never took much when it came to Kim Taehyung, trying to shuffle through instgram as a buffer while you got your thoughts together. But it was too late you could feel him smirking against the crook of your neck..teeth grazing the skin gently.

“Ugh, yeah I don’t know, it’s been a minute…” Your voice came out a little shakier than you hopped as his hands found there way back to your inner thighs from under the table. A humm left his lips in response.

“Yeah it’s been a least 2 weeks right?”

That’s because two weeks ago the too of you had your first “Oh shit moment” And to be fair you both kinda spazzed out a little, for first time after the two of you had sex more times than you could remeber. Then, once it was over, while you were getting ready to call your driver, he asked you to stay over. The morning after was, more than you even knew Kim Taehyung could possess, he cooked you breakfast while you walked around in nothing but one of his silk button ups. A secret that a lot of people don’t know is Taehyung can sing, really well actually. His tenor sitting exactly where you’d expect deep and husky but surprisingly really soulful, you jokingly asked him to sing to you while he cooked and believe it or not he did. Letting his walls down to the goofy Taehyung you knew back in middle school, don’t get me wrong, yes he let you in more than most. But as you guys got older since you've known him since you guys were like shit, 7 the shift once his mother passed was very evident in your eyes.

Even when his walls were down you knew they were never fully down until that morning, that was the first time you felt like he really let you all the way in. While the two of you split an entire bottle of Armand de Brignac, lounged on his couch watched Netflix..Narcos was a fav ..hmm wonder why. Binge watched “The Try guys, and Shane Dawnson videos, while you fed each other chocolate covered strawberries.

The mans sex drive and stamanina was unmatched so of course you had sex on his couch...the floor...ontop of his island, against his floor to celling windows inthe living room. . After that he filled up his oversized jacuzzi that he rarely used and you both just soaked in it for what felt like hours. Reminiscing about nothing but bullshit, work wasn’t brought up once which is rare. Usually that topic streamlined most of your one on one conversations because the idea of having more intimate talks in that kinda setting absolutely terrified him. Or at least when it came to you, because you were the only person outside of his father and Mazda that he’d ever get that deep and carefree with. After the bath he ordered your favorite gourmet pizza which you two ate in bed, before you passed out on his chest, and surprisingly even though the feeling was completely forigen it just felt right.

The 2nd morning the two of you work up extremely hungover and extremely awkward, his hand resting comfortable around your waist while your nose sat nuzzled in the crook of his neck. A call from his dad is what woke the two of you ,the level of comfort is what made it terrifying. Not sure how you went from fuck and leave/ midnight booty calls to operating like a couple thats been datng for 5 plus years! Neither of you knew what to say so you..just said nothing,he didn't ask you to leave or anything it just..the vibe was off. Once you pulled back from him you both just kidna gazed at each other like a deer in headlights.

Or more accurately, like you just woke up from a drunken one night stand with no recollection of how you got there, or who the person in front of you was. Because to be honest...the night before you were both versions of yourselves that you hadn’t let the others see in years!

Every day after that you two kept it short, nothing more than just business and somehow, about 2 days ago the two of you had to meet with an investor. Of course you kept it professional, not wanting your awkwardness to seep into the work environment. And I guess while “Pretending” shit was okay..it actually became okay. After the meeting was over everything just seemed normal again or at least your definition of normal…now...here we are.

Eyes fluttering shut as his fingers traced the perimeter of your lace thong, it took everything in you not to buck your hips in to his hand. As his fingers started to tease over your clit through the fabric of your panties.

“How does Vegas sound?” To be honest his delivery was more of a statement than a question.

“Likeeee...today?” Turning your head to the side slightly to face him which was a bad idea because of course this asshole didn't pullback. He stayed exactly where he was..face barley a centimeter away from his, you could damn near taste the whiskey on his tongue. Licking his lips slowly the tip of his tongue barley grazing against your lipgloss as it swept along his lip.

Another humm left his lips in response as his eyes dropped down to the glitter reflexes that danced along your lips…..

“Anddd what exactly where you looking to do in Vegas Mr. Kim?” Egging him on slightly as the question rolled off your tongue.

“You, on the balcony at the sky villa…” You couldn't help but let out a deep almost exasperated sigh at that eyes fluttering shut briefly…

“Thennn..I thought maybe we could head out...I don't know go check on the club, you know we've been needing to that for weeks now..See how Kook and Jay are doin’ ”

Referring to the strip club that was technically owned by your family, but most of the money that they washed came from Kim line.

“Fuckkk, but you know if we go there it will turn more into another work trip everytime I go in there I find something to bitch about. I’m starting to wonder if they’ve rigged the system because I don't understand how they have a damn near five star rating..”

Taehyung's face crumbled at that breaking out into a fit of laughter his head fell into the crook of your shoulder causing you to laugh from him unintentionally tickling your skin.

“That shit’s not funny! You know I’m right…” Taking a sip of your drink as he brought his eyes back up to meet yours…

“Well, I could always fuck you first...that way you’ll be too tired to bitch…”

You couldn't help but moan at that, and you knew good and well you should say no, at least put some sort of stipulations on the situation. Yet you couldn't be bothered, all the blood from your brain was running straight to your clit the more his hands rashivled your body over the silk of your dress.

For one, you just missed feeling him inside you, nobody fucked you the way Kim Taehyung did, he knew your body like the back of his hand, the man could get you off in the dark, in complete silence. He never needed any type of instruction, always down to try anything, just as if not dirtier than you ever could be. Also sex with Tae was just aesthically pleasing, he was fine you were fine, both of you boujee and extra as ever. Who dosent wanna fuck in a bed with floor to celling windows which you’d of course leave wide open... in a 30k a night suite while various peices of overpriced jewerly danced along your skin.

And finally...even though he was trying to act like it didn't mean shit, you knew better, the situation with Henry really has him in his feels. Just giving him another fucking reason to build walls and not trust people and you know he needs a distraction. And of course he wants, actually needs it to be you. Yes, theres a damn good chance that you could regret this before midnight but as of right now...fuck it..let’s get it!

You couldn't help but smile as you gazed up at him shaking your head in self defeat..you didn't stand a chance, it’s not like you didn't want it too. “Fuck it, I’m down…”

That award winning boxy grin lit up ihs face as he whipped out his phone “Don’t worry..I’ll make it worth you while…” Feathering a couple kisses down the side of your neck as he stepped away to call one of the girls in accounting to set up the room and get the jet ready.

As he walked towards the bar you noticed Hoseok and Jin walk in..both in blacked out aviators, skin extremely tanned. They had just finished some “Clean up’s “ in Brazil, 2 weeks in that constant sun had their skin glowing. Hosokes hair sitting a deep burgundy while Jins was a honey blonde.Both messy pushed out of their faces, as the made their way towards Taehyung.

Tae reached out to give Hoseok a solid one handed bro hug but he wasn't having it pulling him into his chest wrapping both hands around the youngers frame. Hoseok didn't say anything, he didin;t have too. Observing the way Tae faintly laid his head on Hoseok’s shoulder before pulling back, flashing him a smile that you could tell was forced. Jin greeted him the same way, both knowing how fucked up this situation really was, and he would never be the type to ask for a hug but that doesn't mean he didn't need it.

A good 10 minutes later the two of you watched Henry be taken away, by Jin and Hoseok,Taehyung wouldn't even look at him no matter how hard he tried to get his attention. I don't think he had it in him, to look Henry in the eyes right now. It didn't go unnoticed the way he slipped his shades on right before they escorted Henry to the blacked out SUV.

Before they pulled off Hoseok hopped back out the truck walking over to Taehyung “Just so were clear, in 48 hours if he doesn't have ittt…” Letting his words dance in the air, waiting for Tae to fill the void and clarity his instructions.

“Then you handle it, he’s not getting a pass, been there done that four years ago when me and you went into that house in Taiwan..and cleared out every...body except him. Because for some reason my gut told me he was innocent...and apparently my gut failed me...so that’s it. No more special treatment..he has it in the next 48 or he's done.”

Hoseok nodded slowly letting out a slow breath “And if he doesn't , do you want me to call you first?”

There was a slight pause before he spoke “Yeah, actually call me and wait ...don’t do anything until we talk..I might wanna come down there…”

“Kim Taehyung…” his tone was stern..he was techionally Tae’s elder even if Taehyung had higher ranking within the circle. “If it comes to that..let me..do my jo-”

“Just call me..yeah?” Cutting him off with the driest tone imagainale walking away before Hosoek had a chance to say anything else!

They pulled off and within the next 5 minutes you car was there to take you to the airport, he kept the glasses on the entire ride. The car that picked you up from the restaurant already had your luggage from your Airbnb in the trunk. He even kept them on once you boarded the jet, the flight was barely an hour and a half, but one the four of you landed that’s when you say enough’s enough. You knew you needed to get him out of his head a little.

The four of you were in the back of a blacked out limo, Tae and yourself together on one side while Mazda and Joon sat parallel. Taking a long slow drab from the gold tipped dab pin positioned between your lips, grabbing Taehyung's face which was currently glued to the view outside the window.

Turning his head in your direction before gently pressing your lips to his, instantly reclining his jaw to allow you to slowly release the smoke from our lungs to his. You were trying to get him faded so he'd chill and you also knew his limits, pulling back slightly so he could breathe but instead in pulled you back in. Gripping the side of your neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth,lacing it around yours before sucking it between his lips.

Sliding you onto his lap,with his opposite hand,sliding it down to find a home on your ass, clawing his nails through the thin fabric of your silk dress. Bringing your hand over to the nape of his neck, take a firm grip on his thick mane, a slight moan moved up your throat in response to the growl that left his. Flicking his sunglasses off with your opposite hand before being that one down to cradle the side of his neck. Licking his way into your mouth with ease, a content hum leaving his lips as you rocked your hips down against his lap. Licking along your bottom lip before he sucked it back into his mouth, letting his tongue lazily massage against yours. “Thatt boy..” left your lips in a playful tenor as licked up the side of your neck

“Damn, Joon you have some nice ass lips…”

“Really? Because you skin, it just mmm, butta, man butta, and this beard how do you keep it so soft!”

Clearly Namjoon and Mazda we're not a fan of the show as the two of you broke out in a fit out laughter...Taehyung slid you off his lap but kept you close. Taking a couple more drags from the pin, releasing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils.

“I mean don’t get me wrong I’m glad your smiling bro but like, I didin’t know I signed up for a sex show..” Mazda popped in as he took a sip of champagne from the neck of the bottle.

“Also it wasn’t giving us good angles we couldn’t see much so it just wasn't far..” Namjoon added with a slight wink, thankful for the much needed change in atmosphere.

The mood shifted, as the four of passed the dab pin and the bottle of Dom Perignon Rose around, the suite wasn’t ready right when you arrived. The average person isn't booking a suite of that calabar at that price on a whim so the 4 of you killed time at the casino. The impromptu decision worked in groups favor though, Mazda and Namjoon won about 1k each which wasn’t a shit ton but considering they were just rolling to kill time..it’s a hell of a pickup. While Taehyung bought into a game that the minimum buy-in was 5k, and he walked away damn near tripling that..Again not bad for just finding something to do to “Kill time” …

Now, no matter how many times you guys stayed here, this suite never lost its luster for some reason...for starters it was damn near 9 thousand square feet. Had a private pool, game room, massage room, 24/hr butler ervies, a bar that sits 17 people and was spread out of 2 stories with floor to ceiling windows everywhere!

It was a little after 5 in the afternoon once you guys were settled in the suite and it was damn near 80 degrees outside so it didn't take long for all four of you stip down into your swimwear. Multiple platters of sushi lined the bar as you guys just dabbled, not super hungry but wanting to keep your stomach coated from all the liquor you’d been drinking. You were sat on top of the counter while Taehyung stood in between your legs, wearing a leopard bikini that didn't leave much to the immigination but he wanted a distraction right?

He would never get this touchy freely in public with you or really anyone he was pretty private unless he trusted the people he was around and obvious it was only the four of you in the suite so he didn't mind. Appreciating your body heat pressed against his back. Arm’s draping over his shoulders, casually running your palms over his chest.“Sooo my father said Leo’s back in the hospital…” The words left your lips suddenly while Joon and Mazda glared up at you from the bar shaking their heads .

“How does he keep suddenly getting sick, I really don’t understand” The frustration in Taehyung's voice was clear as day while licking the soy sauce off his fingers, he was right though it really didn't make sense.

“The bad Juju from his secret love child..” Namjoon’s delivery was dry and somewhat sarcastic but you could tell he was serious…”No forreal..like people's bad vibes and energy can be the death of you man..”

“Oh fuck no, don’t go there man, there’s no way he hell I’d work with that mother fucker, I’ve never liked him, nor do I trust him. Funny how you typically only show up on holidays but now that Leo’s sick your his saving fucking grace! Fuck outta here with that shit...” Tae snarled in response...clearly this wasn't a good subject to bring up, you would feel his muscles starting to tense, bringing your hands up to massage his shoulders and it didn't take long for his body to cave in. Melting effortlessly into your touch...

“Yeah but there's also Dino-” Mazad tried to be helpful but you all knew the answer to that...Dino pulled out of this shit 10 years ago...theres no way in hell he’d step back in.

“Dino lost his son in his shit man, you know he’s not comin back…no fuckin’ way ” the words left Tae’s mouth slowly..saying what you were already thinking.. .

“Did he ever get a DNA test? “ Namjoon cocked his head to the side slightly flicking his tongue around the edges of the chopsticks

“You already know Leo’s not-” It was suddenly became very hard for you to focus, mainly because Taehyung decided to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck. Cearly he was getting antsy and reallly wanted the three of you to shut the fuck up so he could do what he wanted!

A ding from your phone broke the silence that danced in the air, as you find yourself getting lost in his touch, completely forgetting were you where and what you were originally doing! A growl ruptured in his chest, a second away from throwing your damn phone if one more distraction got in the way of him finally being inside you again after 2 weeks!

“Yayy Melissa’s here..” Patting Taehyung's shoulder so he’d move as you hopped off the counter. His eyes glued to the way your ass bounced as you walked.

“Who the fucks’s Melissa?” Joon mouthed out in silence while the other too shrugged, in slight confusion since you said her name like they should've automatically known.

The door swung open and she damn near tackled you to the floor, her deep red bikini rivaling yours as far as which one covered less. The two of you babbled about whatever as you walked towards the bar to introduce her.

“Guy this is-”

“Your a Mangjuhl, aren't you?” Tae asked with an arched brow..eyes dissecting her physical features..

A snort left her lips in response as she eyed the pool “ Well hello to you too, and it depends on who's asking I may be a Mangjeol””

Taehyung nodded in agreeance his face reading a solid “Touche” as he could be a Khan or a Kim..also depending on who's asking…leaving the conversation were it stood.

“Sooo are we actually going to use that...it’s hot as balls outside…” Gesturing to the pool while Namjoon and Mazda didn't hesitate to get up.

“After you..” Namjoon waved his hand signaling for her to go first, she glanced back at you to see if you were coming but quickly realized you were a little preoccupied.

Once the three of them were outside Tae brought his attention back over to you, cornering you between the barop and his body “A Mangjuhl aye?” Brow arched tongue playing with the corner of his lips.

A smug smirk moving up your face as you shrug your shoulders “What can I say...I like my bitches dangerous…” You teased against his bottom lip as he lifted you on top of the bar.

“Yeah?” tongue brushing against yours as he spoke, dropping his voice down to nothing but a bourbon coated whisper. Nodding your head faintly in response, purposely brushing his lips against yours so you’d try and chase after them.

“Me too...” Licking his way into your mouth as he tilted his head to the side giving himself more leverage, sliding your body closer towards the middle of the bar. Hoisting himself up as well, the bar has much more length than width, but it did fit your frame perfectly.

Using on arm to support his weight while the other trickled down your stomach, cupping your pussy in his hand as you moaned out against his tongue. Arching into his touch, completely disregarding the fact that your on top of a marble bar, while your friends were outside in the pool. All of the windows were wide open at the moment, the currants pushed to the side, luckily because of where you were positioned there was a gold and marbled thick beam in the way cutting off your lower frame but it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to know what’s going behind it!

Sucking his bottom lip into your mouth as you clawed at his back, abruptly pulling back for you, both equally winded , eyeing the megum bottle of Grey Goose. Opting for a cherry instead of a lime, he leaned down again.. “Stick your tongue out…” and you did, cradling your jaw in his hand as he lathered over your tongue with his own before sucking it back into his mouth moaning out at the way you started to grind yourself against his knee that currently sat between your thighs. Bringing his hand down smacking your pussy hard enough to make your entire body tense, chucking arrogantly as he watched your stomach muscles contract. “Fuck I can already feel how warm you are….look at you grinding that pretty litttle pussy all over my thigh. Wouldn't you rather have daddy’s cock instead?”

Not even giving you a chance to respond before he placed the cherry between your lips, stem already removed, reaching over to free you nipple from your swimsuit..which was barely covered anyway..I guess he decided that's where the salt was going. Sprinkling it around the areola...sliding down your body, lathering sloppy kisses down your neck, over your collarbone. Sucking around every area of your breast besides the target, loving the way you arched into his mouth. Almost as if you were trying to direct him elsewhere. Everytime your body arched your hips subconsiously rolled against his thigh, allowing him to feel how wet you were getting “ I bet I could slide right in and you’d take me so fuckin well, even without me streching this pretty little cunt of yours out…already so wet for me...aren’t you baby?”

Excepting the slight whimper that left your throat as a response as he readjusted, eyes locked on yours as he slowly let his tongue roll out of his mouth, taking a long slow drag around the perimeter, licking up every drop before sucking your nipple into his mouth. Letting his teeth graze the overly' sensitive peek, your moans coming out muffled due to your lips being preoccupied.

“Mmmm..I kinda wanna lick you all over so I guess I start at the bottom and work my way up .” Trickling the bottle of Grey Goose from your neck down to your belly button, actually attempting to fill it since that’s tectionally the point of a bodyshot. Starting at your navel, sucking first, before flicking your belly button ring with his tongue that slowly lathered it’s way up your stomach over your breast and into your mouth. Completely disregarding the cherry, opting for your tongue instead. “My two favroaite things on my tongue at once, you and liquor…” Smirking against your lips as he reached down to pull your panties to the side gently teasing your entrance with his index and middle finger a low moan resonating in his throat from how wet you already were. “I want you to come down my face ….” The words slurred out against your tongue as you rolled your hips into his palm.

“Then put your tongue on my pussy,...” Both of you smiling into the kiss loving how equally shameless you were.

Kissing his way down your stomach, sucking bruises into every inch of skin he could wrap his lips around. Licking along your bikini line..toying the thin G-string between his teeth as he nuzzled his face against your inner thigh. Biting, licking, sucking his way down until he your pussy was front and center. Legs supported on his forearms, as he used one had to keep your bikin to the side, opting to not completely strip you due to the circumstances. “Babbyyyy…” cooing out against your heat, you were already dripping down the marble countertop.

Initially pressing a light kiss right on your clit before licking slightly “Tae!!” already whining you really weren't in the mood for this and the chuckle that left his throat was telling if he was complying or making it worse.

Tisking against your folds “You know being a brat gets you nowhere”

Now he was literally just kissing your clit...not even using his tongue at all “Tae, pleaseee…”

“Good Girl” The next flick of his tongue had a lot more pressure, and had your head spinning in circles as your eyes fluttered shut. Finally wrapping his lips around your clit, sucking hard, sliding his opposite hand from under your thigh. Flicking at your bottom lip, opening your mouth willingly, lapping your tongue around his fingers moaning against his skin as he started grinding your hips into his face. Coaxing you to fuck yourself self against his tongue as he laid it flat against your pussy, licking from top to bottom, ending each stroke of the tounge with your clit smothered between his lips.

Bringing his hand back down and sliding all three fingers in at once “Oh my god…” back coming to almost a complete arch as you fingers found there home in his hair, not even realizing how loud your voice was probably bouncing off the walls at this point. Pumping his fingers in and out mercissly, moaning out agaisnt your lips, he always sounds so fucking good when he’s going down on you. Moaning out as if he’s the one getting head, sending every vibration straight through you, it didn't take long for your muscles to start to seize up and your body to completely shatter, he’d been toying with you all day. His name falling from your lips weakly in something comparable to a montra as that’s all you said…

Pulling back using his index and middle finger to pull your lips aparts, slowly sliding his tongue between every niche he could find, sucking your clit into his mouth one more time just to watch your body shutter around him..Blowing on the tip before sliding back up your body!

“Fuck me…” Brushed past your lips and rolled onto his, reaching down to free him from the opening in his Gucci trunks.

Sliding his fingers through your juices again , bringing them up to his lips to slowly lap his tongue around him, A moan leaving his lips “Best thing I've tasted all day..”

He could tell your were trying to shift your body to go down on him and he stopping you pushing on ontop the counter“Fuck no, I’ll come too quick, I’m already hard enough ba-” A groan leaving his lips as you leaned over to spit on the tip of his dick, working him in your hand, you could litterally feel him puling against your palm “God yes….moreee” . You knew exactly what you meant, neither of you afraid to get a little messy when to came to sex, leaning over again, letting more lubericant drizzle from your tongue.

Eyes heavy as he watched you work him in his hand, rock fuckin hard within seconds, you knew his weak spot was right under his tip. So you’d alternate the flucationing in your movements so he didn;t get use to it, tighten your grip towards the top and relaxing your hold the closer you got to the base.

“Your throbbing in my hand, Tae fuck….fuck me…” Toying his bottom lip between your teeth as you continued working him in your palm, shuffling his position on top of you swatting your hand away with a snarl. He had you rest your weight on one arm as he hovered over you with one of your legs hooked over his shoulder. Both of you slightly sitting upright as he teased at your clit with the head of his length.

“You want it?” Lips hoving over yours, both panting heavily as he took his dick in his hands, teasing up and down your folds, costing himself in your juices, edging at your entrance but not sliding in full.

“Fuck you, you know I-” Your bitching was relplaced with a high picted moan that yuu knew they all heard there’s no way they didint. He started sliding in, the deeper he got the lower he got, until you were filled to the brim and he was laying flesh on top of you...bringing your legs up to rest on either side of your shoulders.

Holding the position, while you both took in the feeling of you pulsing around him, and him pulsing inside of you, the angle had him deep, you felt every inch of him. Using on hand to cradle the side of your neck the other to support his weight. “Baby, fuck move, please movee..” Damn near begging at this point as he slid his tongue into your mouth, while he slowly started to roll his hips into you, every thrust felt like he was cutting off your airflow from how full you feel.

“God, nothing feels as good ..as you do…” His breathing was already ragged you knew neither of you would last as he spoke through gritted teeth grounding his hips into yours. Pulling out completely every time, before slamming in with such force your body rocked against the counter. The sound of skin slapping, echoed throughout the suite, eyes never leaving yours as he rolled his hips into you mercilessly, your walls were already started to clench around him.

“Your so fucking thick, Tae…” Arching up slightly, pursing his lips out to spit on your clit, the sensation making your body tense even more. “Fuck… you feel soo fucking good …” Reclining your neck giving him better access as you tugged on the hairs at the back of his head, his teeth finding the side of your neck as he bit down. Knowing you like it rough so he didn't hold back, damn near breaking skin once he made contact.

“Yeah? You like the way my dick fills you up baby? You gonna be a good girl and come for me again?” You nodded and he kisses down your neck slam into you even harder “Play with your pussy and come for me baby…” Not hesitating to do exactly as he instructed, aggint steady pressure, feeling the nerve get harder and harder by the second!

“ Oh shit-” breath hiccuping in your chest at the sudden change in pace. Taehung wasn’’t one to fuck super hard like this he was usually a slow and deep kinda guy. There it was again your walls were pulsing hard, milking him for everything he had.

”Fuck, there it is baby, come on baby come for me, come all over my dick baby come on…” He cooed in your ear , coaching you on before biting down hard on your shoulder.

“ Fuck Tae, oh my god oh my fu-” back slamming agaisnt the marble, a scream leaving your throat as your orgasm ruptured through your entire body. While he continued rocking his hips into you working you for very last nerve he could shatter. It felt like his dick got even harder after you came around him. Body humming in sensitivity as you purposely clenched your walls as tight as you can around him, edging him towards his release.

“Fuck just like that , dont stop ,dont stop,” He whispered into your hair , as your brought your nails back over to his back, knowing how much he loved the sensation. Using the last bit of energy you had, slowly rocking your hips until into him, meeting his thrust everytime, hitting the spot you both needed. “Yes, fuck yes…” Eyes fluttering shut as he moaned out, the strong brassy bartone that ruptured through the walls, the angle you added made him feel even deeper than he already was.

“Come for me daddy..” You heard the neediness start to ring through his throat at that, every one that left his lips was stronger than the last.

“I know you wanna fill me up…fuck I need it please, come in me..” Purposely adding a whiney tinge to your voice as, bucking your hips even stronger this time .He cupped the back of your neck pulling your face back to his as he moaned into your mouth. Grabbing your waist tighter letting you know not to stop , and you didn't, you felt him fall apart on top of you as he moaned into your mouth, kissing you deeper and deeper as he road out his high, arm’s shaking until he just gave in on top of you. Snaking your hands into his hair,while his romaned up and down your body, both panting heavily against each others tongue. Your entire body felt limp, neither of you in any rush to move..regardless of your current situation, just lazily letting his tongue explore your mouth. About I don't know a good 5 or so minutes went by and then you heard.

“Are you two done yet!!?” You expected it to be Joon to be honest but it was actually Melissa, there wasn’t shit either of you could do but laugh. Tae’s palm coming to soothe your thighs..

“Yeah give us a minute…” Pulling you off the counter, readjusting your swimsuit for you as he positioned you over the ledge, wincing slightly at the contact, reaching behind the bar wetting a towel, to whip you and the counter down . Letting the warm cloth stay flesh to your heat for a moment before pulling away knowing damn well you could use it. Bringing another towel to dab at your skin, trying to ease the current sticky feeling a combination of sweat and well..vodka.

Shaking his fingers through his hair,messily brushing his bangs out of his face since they wouldn't stop sticking to his forehead. Hair sitting in a messy middle part,the two of you heard tentative footsteps and couldn't help but smirk over at each other.

“Your good…” He stood between your thighs while, your legs dangled off the ledge of the bar, so his back was facing them as the walked over, his hands still soothing your thighs. He could tell they were still shaking…

“Dayummm..she fucked your shit up…” You watched Namjon go wide eyed as he stepped closer to investigate the welts across Taehyung skin. Install finding your head buried in his hair...not even wanting to look at any of them right now.

“Is it that bad? Damn I guess I was doing something right..” You didn't even have to look at him to know he had the biggest grin on his face.

‘Sooo what are we doin tonight?” Mazda, walked over to the lounge area plopping down on the leather ottoman.

“Wellll..what time is it right now like a little after 6? How about we meet around 8:30..grab dinner somewhere then head over to the club..check on the boys..see how business is going…” Patting your thigh for some sort of confirmation and you just humming out in response. Reclining back against the counter, still slightly dazed, just needing to hop in the shower to wake up a little.

“Sounds good to me…Mel you down?”

It didn't go unnoticed the way Mazda and Namjoon pipped up at the question...a smirk tugging on your face as you observed the dynamic unfold.

“Yeah I’m down..I didn't plan shit else tonight anyway sooo..”

“Okay, well I’ll call you in an hour once I know where we're going oh, who's doing you glam tonight? So I know who not to call because there's no way in hell I’m doing my own”

“Mmmm..Probaly Aria…”

Nodding in response..you prefereed Arielle anyway so that worked in your favor “Okay well, Tae, can you walk her out, I would, but to be fair..I’m fucking exhausted..just no I love you..”

A snort leaving her lips in response “Nah I’ll let you slide..form what I heard you have a reason to be tired..” Shooting a wink in your direction and not to your surprise at all Namjoon and Mazda volunteered to walk her out.

“Oh she get’s dual service ...well isn't she special…” Tae teased as they escorted her to the door.

“OH! Wait what time are you think tomorrow?” You heard Mel Yell from acoun d the beam, scurrying back in your direction.

“Ughh around like 8 tomorrow night sound good?”

“Yes ma’am” A smirk tugged on the corners of her lips before she headed back towards the exit, you didn't even have to look at Taehyung to know the look on his face.

Leasurily cocking your head to the side to meet his curious gaze “And what the fuck was that about?”

A dry chuckle leaving your lips before leaning down to graze his bottom lip with your tongue. His tone taking “Daddy” to a completely different level.

“Don’t worry about it “ …

Mazda and Joon returning moments later.

“So we just gonna ignore the massive hickeys on your necks orrrrrr…” Sipping from the leftover bottle of Grey Goose as you reclind along the bar.

“I mean...she just looked so sweet and innocent I didn't expect-”

“Yeah she’s really sweet...a sweet innocent.. money launder” Taahyung purposely stalled the ending..just waiting for their eyes to bulge out of their sockets making you damn near coke on your drink.

“There's no way…” Namjoon’s face was priceless..utterly priceless

“Ugh yeah, how the fuck do you think I knew who she was!? I know you didn't think she was just some Instagram model did you? It’s Luxx were talking about here. You should’ve known better”

The two of them just kinda glanced at each other not even knowing where to start when it comes to peacing this together in their minds.

The four of you got ready for the night, Arielle came over and beat your face, and curled your hair for you. A quarter to nine you all met Mel at Bar Masa, and slid into the club around 11, which didn't go as smoothly as you hoped. Let’s just say it’s a good thing you never leave the house without a weapon on hand, the edge of you blade found it’ home in someone’s shin! It was around 4 am when the four of you crawled back into your suit, unfortunately returning with a briefcase of papers..which is why you told tae you didn't want to go in the first place!

It wasn’t until damn near two the afternoon when the four of you rolled out of bed, Taehyung and yourself sat and ate lunch while going over the mounds of paperwork. Luckily because there was “work” related shit to do, and the fact that Mazda and Joon were there that kidna eased any awkwardness that might have taken place upon the two of you waking up together. Ya know since the little sleepover you two had at his place two weeks ago that ended in a trainwreck!

“Fuckkkk!” the word screeched form both of your lips in unions as you looked over the numbers.

“They can’t lave that kinda money just sitting like that….”Taehyung held his temples between his index and middle finger. “Shit, Hoseok and Yoongi are both in Asia right now, and there booked out until-”

“Mel can do it, she’s already moving a good 20 for me tonight, we can add this to her route, she can get it across the border before the next drop…” Your eyes never made contact with his as you dissected the numbers on the screen..

“I mean yeah, If you trust that she-”

“She’s good..were good...I got it, I’ll have transported tonight….”

~~~~~~~

It was now going on 5 o'clock, the sun and heat still in full effect...

“Oh fuck me, that shit’s harsh!” You sounded like you were hacking up a hairball as your breath hiccuped in your chest after taking one drag from the gold plated cigar in Namjoon's hand. You wanted to be annoyed at the three of the cackling their lives away while you legit felt like you were dying while growing chest hair. But there was something so pure about the sounds that escaped Tae’s mouth, and just the genuine smile that was plastered across his face. Especially in comparison to yesterday, but that bliss was quickly interrupted once his phone rang. Hoseok’s name popping up on the screen, as he hopped out of the pool, even with the time difference Taehyung played fair. If he said 48 hours Henry would receive a full 48 hours, so the fact that Hoseok was calling early had you slightly opesmestic.

About 10 minutes later, when Taehyung had not came back your curiosity and concern got the best of you. To be fair this warehouse facility, business wise was just as much his as it was your own, upon eventually making your way to the master suite you heard the shower running. That alone had your stomach turning in 827828 knots, as you approached the room. Only to see his luggage sprawled across the bed, closing the door behind you, resting your back against the frame as you observed him silently resituating his clothing. Surprisingly the aura in the room was calm, almost too calm as you watched the way the sunlight danced over his caramel coated skin. The muscles in his back flexing as he kneeled over to continue shuffling through his bellongs.

“So your leaving?” The words floated off your tongue so light it almost sounds as though your whispering. Not giving you a verbal response, not even looking at you just nodding his head slowly, you watched him slide every piece of jewelry off his body, placing them in a leather bag. Until he got to the gold “V” necklace, taking it off, and walking over in your direction, seamlessly hooking the chain around your neck, still in complete silence as he hovered over you before pulling back tentatively, walking towards the bathroom.

That alone, kinda already let you know what was what, rule #1 if your going to kill someone you never wear anything personal. Especially not jewelry, not something that could accidentally fall off or leave an imprint on the victim's body.

Trying your hardest not to get frustrated with how distant he was being because you knew this was exceptionally difficult for him on a more personal level. “So what? I mean it’s not a full 48 hours so does he not have the money? Or are you just going to talk and check on the warehouse?” Your tone was still calm, warm even, just trying to ease your way through his nine thousand defense’s.

Still, absolute silence, a loud huff left your throat as you stomped towards the bathroom “Hey!” Tone elevated slightly, pasung until he actually turned around and made eye contact with you. “ I know this shit with Henry really fucking sucks, but this business is just as much mine as it is yours. You don’t get to just ignore me when I’m asking questions about OUR company Taehyung!”

The look on his face never faltered, not even with the emotion that radiated through as you spoke, it was like talking to a brick fuckikng wall right now.

“Yes, but THIS” Brow arched in your direction, but an immense amount of infinces on the last word. Wanting to make sure you knew exactly what, or who he was referring too.

“Is nobody’s business but mine…..” You knew this version of Kim Taehyung far too well and it really concerned you, he lacked so much emotion as he spoke yet radiated so much rage, your swore you could hear his blood pumping.

At this point you just kinda gave up, you can’t help someone who doesn't wanna let you in, but for the first time, him shutting you out like this hurt. It felt like someone stuck a knife in your stomach just keeps slowly turning it, and turning it until it just aches. You told yourself you’d probably regret coming on this trip and you were right, you just weren't aware of the reason you'd regret it. Now you know, weather you want to admit it or not, you were starting to fall for the one personal you always told yourself you never would!

Dropping his swim trunks on the ground before opening the glass panel to the walk-in shower “I ugh, I'm leaving in about an hour, I’m only taking the black leather Keepall, so when you guys leave tomorrow, could you take the rest of my bags home?”

You found yourself staring down at your feet as he spoke, arms crossed over your chest, squeezing down on your own biceps extremely hard as you nodded in response. Walking yourself out of the bathroom, letting your eyes scan the bed, you knew you’d hate yourself for looking but you couldn't help it.

Letting your fingers dance over the bag which he hadn't zipped yet,upon looking you found yourself slouching over the bag unintentionally. Eyes squeezed shut as you just shook your head...there was nothing it in but “Cleaner gear” all black, all sterrel, gloves, a 5 Beretta 92FS, Ruger Mk II., a black baseball cap and ammo...that was all that was sitting in his black leather Keepall.

THAT’S ALLL SHE WROTE ...FOR NOW LOL...this does leave a lot more questions especially going into part 4 now that you know a little more backstory.

If you liked it show this some love and lemme know,and I’ll start on part 4...

Love you guys as always ,

Rocki!

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shewhowillnotbenamed1 · 4 years

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Company

The preternatural glow of a laptop screen illuminated the countenance of a slender girl with brunette and honey brown curls, as she scrolled down the page of emails. Her clients were so needy. For every one she replied to another popped in its place. Like whack-a-mole. Her inbox could never quite seem to be cleared, at least not for long. She stifled a yawn. She had been at this a while, hours to be exact. As always, she was dodging landmines and putting out wildfires. What time was it? Oh. She realized what time it was when she heard what were steadily approaching becoming her two favorite words in the English language.

"Turndown service?" Accompanied by the brash knock.

"Oh." She shut the laptop in front of her on the chaise. "Sure, come in." She grinned when she saw who opened the door. A tall, muscular man. He had bright, wavy hair that was neatly slicked back.

"Hi, Roy."

A pleasant expression crossed his face as he continued this stop on his nightly rounds. "Good evening, Ms. Beecher. Would you care for a turndown service tonight?" The cart paused to a halt in front of her door and he stood in the entrance to her room.

"Yes," she replied, a little breathlessly. A slight flush as her eyes lingered a moment too long on his tight button down shirt and fitted trousers. "I would, thank you."

He nodded and said with a smile, "It would be my pleasure." And like clockwork, he began the routine. "May I kindly ask what you are up to tonight? More work I presume, Ms. Beecher?" He pulled a few bundles of towels off the cart slipped into the adjoining bathroom.

"Roy, you've entered into my room, probably more times than I can count... I always say this, but you can call me, Karen." She responded, just loudly enough to project her words into the porcelain tiled room. As she spoke she was bringing her curly hair together in a fist, securing it on top of her head with a satin scrunchie in confirmation of his assessment about her nightly activities. "But yes... I will be spending tonight doing more work." Her amber eyes observed him darting off to the cart and grab more soaps and lotions. The dark-haired girl knew full well she had barely made a dent in her supply. She nibbled the inside of her cheek to quell her warming face.

The hotel was topnotch, but this caliber of service and personal attention was above even what she was used to. Karen had come to suspect that this red haired man was the one responsible for the incredibly soft, eucalyptus scented towels in her room. The ones she wrapped herself in when she emerged from a nightly lather and rinse. And every night her meetings ran late and she returned to her room, laying on her bed to greet her was something sweet. Hand wrapped candy, cookies, or chocolate. Once there were even macaroons. It was far more than the standard fare consisting of two pillow mints. However, it didn't mean anything necessarily. He was fantastic at his job. If he was going out of his way for her at all, it was probably just because she had gotten to know him. She talked to him every chance she got. After all, why wouldn't she? He was nice. And sweet. And thoughtful.

She may or may not have had a not-so tiny crush.

"Karen, then." He entered the bedroom once more and grinned. "Allow me to get that for you." As he reached down to take her empty espresso cup and saucer, his eyes tracing over her lacy yellow tank top and shorts. She blushed, remembering she was wearing her pajamas - without a bra. Oops. But Roy didn't seem to mind. At least she thought he didn't. He quickly slipped off to place the cup on the cart and bring her a clean one. "If you don't mind my asking, just who benefits from all this work you always seem to do into the hours of the night?"

"Well, the company, I guess..." Her head caressed her hand as she pondered this. "Though no employee is invaluable. They really drill that into you on day one." She held up a finger and stroked her chin, her voice a low drawl in mimicry of her boss. "It's the company, Karen... The company - not the man - that will stand the test of time. Long after you or I have gone from the earth. Blah blah blah... It's all very 1984, but without the rats." She chuckled lightly.

He paused and looked at her curiously.

"I see." Oh God. She was boring him with details about work - again. And rats? What was wrong with her? And then his lips quirked up, exposing white teeth in a manner that almost seemed mischievous. "Ms. Beecher, might anyone back home reap any of these benefits?" Before he started to neatly turn and tuck in the sheets into crisp corners, he had begun fluffing her pillows. Making sure they were full and plump. He bent down again; her eyes followed the action, and traced his physique. The most obscene and depraved part of her surmised that his butt was sure plump enough. He turned to face her, concerned she didn't hear him, when she didn't respond. As though he were somehow disturbing her and could stand to fluff the pillows a little less loudly. "I must apologize, am I prying?"

No, but she wished he would - into her shorts. Or use his strong forearms to pry her right off the chaise and -

"No, not at all." She coughed. "So do you mean like a family member? A dependent for employee benefits? I'm not certain exactly what you're asking." She really wanted to be certain. Please let him mean...

He had ceased straightening the bed clothes and he stared at her for a moment.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Ms. Beecher?" Why was he asking her this? She didn't want to get her hopes up. Or think that he liked her. Or saw her as more than just another hotel guest. But it was harder and harder to discern. Like on nights like these. Or whenever she missed him because she hadn't been in her room, but he still left a delectable gift on her pillow after the service. And part of her couldn't help it. He was attractive. Very attractive. Much more attractive than anyone else who had ever turned down a room for her before.

"Karen." She insisted. "And no..."

He almost scoffed. "Forgive me, but a beautiful woman like you?" Her toffee gaze jumped from his and eyed the ground nervously. "Well, I must say I find that hard to believe." And now he was lowering the lights.

"I guess I never found the time... With work... But it paid off in the end, they promoted me to a senior leadership role. Some promotion this turned out to be... I spend a lot of lonely nights in hotels just like this one." She bit her lip. Instantly, she regretted her words. She realized she must have sounded like a sort of spinster in training. Lonely? Why did she have to add the word lonely? She turned away feeling embarrassed and ashamed. And she didn't want to see the look in his jade eyes. It was doubt one of pity.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. It must be hard." Long, patient strides traveled across the room to draw the drapes to close. "Well, as you may be aware, I'm here almost every night - if you need a friendly ear."

"That's nice of you, Roy. Thank you."

Another nod, the red hair bobbed. "It looks like your room is all set, Ms. Beecher and you are ready for the evening. Did you need anything else tonight?"

"No, thank you. The room looks amazing, as always." She fished around her nightstand and handed him a tip, and insisted he take it, even though he always refused. "I guess... You should be on your way. I know you're busy. I've actually got a lot of accounts that need reviewing myself." Karen tried to sound upbeat. In reality, she would probably end up curled on the couch reading yet another erotic novel on her kindle. And then maybe... She took a quick peek over at the top drawer where her electronic assistant lay.

"Actually, the Morrisons checked out. So you're officially my last stop for the night."

"Really, that's good. You get to finish up earlier then." She nodded trying not to think... That there could be something in the way he said last stop.

"Yes. I do." He slid a half step closer to her.

"Well," she shrugged. "As you now know... I may not have anyone waiting for me, but I'm sure you do."

Whoever they were, they were lucky.

"No. In fact, I don't." He flashed a quick grin. "Unless you're trying to get rid of me." The way he said that, there was no pretense or formality. It was as if he had forgotten about it for a moment. And then it was back, like it never left. "Would you like me to leave you now, Ms. Beecher?"

She licked her very dry lips and swallowed. "No."

"No?" Another half step closer.

"No - I mean... yes." Her legs dangled over the edge of the chaise now. "I'm sorry. I admit I enjoy our chats, but there's no need for you to be here when you've finished your work. Besides, I haven't finished my own."

"Are you certain you're alright?" His brow was knit.

Karen assured him not to be concerned for her. "I know what I said, Roy. But you don't need to worry, I'm alright. You don't need to feel obligated to stay to talk to me or keep me company."

"I certainly don't need to. But maybe I would like to." She wasn't sure she was hearing him correctly now. "That, however, depends, on you. So... Would you like some company, Ms. Beecher?"

"Company?" Her core warming up even further at what he was insinuating.

"Yes," His hands flew up to the collar of his shirt and started unbuttoning each of the fastening, while wide eyes watched. Slowly he went. Now each step revealed another inch of deep beige skin.

"Company."

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crimsonbluemoon · 5 years

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32, 33 BID407

Blah I’m gonna try and do one or two of these tonight while I’m waiting for peeps to send in their guesses about the moodboards! ^.^ Ive got a couple, none 100% correct yet, so I’m still waiting for the first fully correct answer.

Okay, drabble time!

32) “you’re blushing” 33) “I missed something, didn’t I?”BID407

Marcel hates grocery shopping. Despite being an adult in college, learning about stock markets and business proposals that affected America’s economy, grocery shopping was worse than budget analysis. Scotty, his best friend and roommate, never had the same negative feelings, always humming along when tossing things in their cart, the back left wheel squeaking with each push. He and Scotty would bicker over which percent of milk was better, how many boxes of cereal they needed to live, and if buying vegetables would end up with them rotting away in their trash two weeks later.

It was a normal example of how their grocery experiences went, until Scotty left Marcel by the fruits to check out what meats were on sale.

“You two are so cute.” The words from his left made Marcel blink, glancing to see an elderly woman giving him a smile.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, unsure how to approach the random comment. The woman gave a giggle before she reached for the oranges, shaky hands dropping the round fruit into her bag while she spoke.

“You and your boyfriend; it’s nice to see the younger generations finally getting to express their love for one another.”

“But we’re-”

“And the way you look at him, I can tell just how strong your feelings are for the young man. Are you married yet?” Stunned at the comment, Marcel tried not to let it show by tightening his jaw, forcing his eyes not to widen.

“I, uh, we’re... taking things slow.” Which was an understatement that needed more explanation, though he couldn’t get himself to form the word when her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Well don’t be too slow; you don’t want another to come steal his heart away. He’s a handsome boy, and between you and me, the guy in the produce aisle looked ready to eat him up.”

“The... huh?” Unsure if the twist of emotion in his stomach was from embarrassment or...something else, Marcel couldn’t get himself to ask for more detail.

“Just make sure to remind him why he’s with you, dear. Every chance you get.” And then she was gone, waving while she pushed her carriage away. Marcel swallowed the air that felt too heavy to filter through his lungs, wondering how to fully process the implication that had just been made.

“I missed something, didn’t I?” Scotty’s voice made Marcel jump, glancing back to the smiling roommate who dropped far too much steak into the basket. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not; it’s just hot in here,” Marcel replied, Scotty laughing and ribbing his friend when he started to push the cart again.

“Well whatever made the place ‘get hot’, I hope it was a good thing.” Marcel’s eyes flickered over Scotty’s lean frame, his cheeks warming when his eyes lingered on the curve of the ass in front of him. Groaning, he glanced up at the ceiling, knowing he couldn’t let the weirdness of the lady’s conversation linger.

“Some old woman thought we were dating and warned me about an employee trying to get with you or something.” He didn’t want to make eye contact when he heard the squeak stop, so he moved his attention to the freezer of the aisle Scotty chose to walk down. “Told me I should marry you or something.”

“Did she?”

“Yup.” Marcel made sure to pop the end letter of the word, wondering how long he could stare at the disgusting tofu burgers before Scotty caught on.

“You’d have to ask me to dinner, first.” The reply jerked Marcel back to Scotty, surprised to see the flirty grin crossing Scotty’s face. “Dinner would be a good start.”

“That sounds like a date, dude.” Then he felt the heat rise up again in his face, though it was obvious that Scotty was flushed as well.

“Just saying... we’re taught to listen to our elders, aren’t we? And her plan, about us getting married? It didn’t sound so bad.” Scotty didn’t wait around for Marcel’s reply, pushing the rapidly squeaking cart down the cold aisle in search of ‘ice cream’. It took far too long for the college student to put Scotty’s obvious pieces together, but he nearly took out two employees and a couple when his mind synced up with his heart.

And three dates and a long-awaited kiss later, Marcel realized that grocery shopping wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

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Because of Him

Author’s Notes | I hope you like, babe! It was made with my most sincere sweetness! Love you! Universe | Vikings Pairing | Hvitserk x Ivar’s Best Friend! Reader Info | Viking Age AU, requested by @ivarswickedqueen for 5CW1 Words | 3700 ⁑ Warnings: NSFW, SMUT included, romance, some fluffy. +18

You never thought things would end up with you on that table, Hvitserk drinking by your side, a horn full of mead in your hand, and the world crumbling around the two of you. Your beloved Ivar speaking foolishness on the other side of that wooden surface as if that table was the boundary between the Æsir and the mere mortals' side of the world - your side, by the way.

"Can't you see that Freydis now looks more like Freya, the goddess of fertility?" he said.

Mouth full of pride as much as when he called "divine" the child inside that swollen balloon his woman became.

"No?" Ivar asked.

And Hvitserk slid his eyes from him to the balloon sitting between the slaves, dressed in a strange white dress you would never dress no matter how pregnant you were!

"No. I see," Ivar sighed, disappointed, pouring more mead for his brother to drink. "It seems to me that you are conflicted, Hvitserk. You jumped ship to be with me because..."

Everything in Ivar's voice would sound the same into your ears: "Blah blah blah I'm a god blah blah blah my wife is an insane bitch who's clearly manipulating me blah blah blah it is clear as a crystal lake in the midday sun blah blah blah somehow I became entirely stupid blah blah and more blah!"

You weren't even listening to his bullshit anymore. Ivar changed so much since York that you were really regretful of your choice of coming back to Kattegat for some news about your friends.

"What?" Ivar's voice became loud enough to call your attention again. "You're talking rubbish! You know, I've often wondered whether you weren't a little crazy."

"I'm crazy?"

Hvitserk was crazy? You almost laughed.

But Ivar was quicker in going too far for what you could accept from him.

"Just like Margrethe. You know what happened to her."

You glared at Ivar with clear anger in your eyes, causing him to twitch his lips, getting up and leaving the table.

Since you came back, it wasn't the first time Ivar was mistreating Hvitserk that way. Talking about Margrethe - such a recent wound into your friend's heart - was pretty cruel.

Even coming from Ivar.

You never understood what Hvitserk, Ubbe, and Sigurd saw in that slave girl, but you never wished her such a horrible death. Not even envying her for so long for having something you wanted so bad...

Hvitserk's heart.

From your arrival, you were seeing Hvitserk drunk all the time because of Margrethe's end and the broken heart she left in his chest. You wanted to fix it so bad, but you would never be strong enough to confess your feelings for him. Even less now, with Ivar being such an asshole like that.

Nevertheless, your weakness never prevented you from trying to make Hvitserk feel better.

"Let's go to the Hall," you said, getting up with your cup. "Leave the couple and their 'divine child' alone", you completed, debauched.

Rolling your eyes at Hvitserk as he took his cup, both of you leaving Ivar's chamber to go into the Main Hall, sitting on the central table you and him divided so many times with Ubbe, Sigurd, and even Ivar in his golden times.

You ordered the slaves one more amphora of mead and sat beside Hvitserk, seeing his eyes over a small statue of a fat man in his hands.

"Abandoning our gods?" you asked.

Hvitserk placed the small statue on the table where you could see the details of the fat man. It was a cute statue, well-done sculpted, with a beautiful smile on its face but meaningless to you.

"This is no god. This is Buddha," Hvitserk said.

Causing your forehead to gain some big wrinkles in a frown that made it clear you didn't understand a word.

At least, your big frown made Hvitserk smile. It was a good beginning!

"There is too much about him I'm still learning, so I cannot teach you properly about Buddha and his ways. But when I learn some more, then I can explain it to you. Don't worry, I'm not leaving anything. I'm just searching for some peace."

Your sweet Hvitserk was so tired...

You took a sip from your mead, sighing tiredly as well; feeling the drink going down your throat warming you inside.

You took a sip of your mead, sighing tiredly as well. The drink went down through your throat, warming you inside.

"He changed too much," you started.

Catching Hvitserk's eyes when you clearly started speaking about his little deluded brother.

"I can't recognize my best friend anymore! This woman, this Freydis... She's changing him!" you grunted.

"Not that much," Hvitserk answered, causing you to raise your eyes to look at him between your sips. "Ivar was always a selfish megalomaniac. She just fed it on him."

"It makes sense," you admitted.

One more sip and you could feel your body a little lighter.

Whether Kattegat's mead was stronger or you had lost your habit of drinking it, but even feeling lighter, you took one more sip in, refilling your cup. The idea was numbing your feelings and that intense desire you had to punch Freydis' face.

And Ivar's as well.

"The truth is: he's being a cunt!" you started speaking too much, drinking some more.

Finally getting a giggle from Hvitserk, who pointed at you.

"You're drunk," he affirmed, smiling bigger.

His words burning the anger inside your stomach when you looked at him fiercely.

"I'm not drunk! I'm speaking the truth!" you complained, finishing your horn with a single sip this time.

Refilling it again. Fuck it!

"I don't have to be drunk to speak the truth here: Ivar is being a cunt! And I doubt that child is really his!"

"Not so loud!" Hvitserk warned.

"I don't care if I'm speaking loud either!" you spat, looking at him. "I'm tired of hiding what I think! Freydis is fucking eating his mind! Ivar is insane! He's acting like an idiot, and I can't handle the way he's treating you anymore! You were always my favorite son of Ragnar, and now I can barely see your smile!

Hvitserk frowned, looking at you with a disbelieving expression.

"Wait, what?"

Hvitserk frowned. Disbelief stamped on his face.

You could lightly feel the effects of the mead in your body. Yet, you continued, carelessly.

"You've heard me! I always loved the way you used to smile at anyone's jokes on this table! You had the most beautiful smile of Miðgarð, so easy to get! Now, since I came back, I barely see you smiling! Instead, your beautiful lips are always full of mead, kissing cups, and drinking more than you can handle! All because of that slave you lost. I never understood what you saw in that woman, Margrethe!"

Hvitserk stopped trying to stop you, listening attentively to what you were saying. Somehow the mead was making you pour your heart out through your mouth, surprising him with your deepest secrets.

Damn mead! Oh, you would regret those words tomorrow...

"I always wanted to be her," you confessed, lowering your head. "Just to have the chance to kiss your lips."

That was an unexpected slap on Hvitserk's face.

"What are you saying, Y/N? You never..." he started, but you cut him with your eyes straight into his.

You were slightly drunk now, yet pretty conscious of what you were saying.

"I never had the chance, Hvitserk. Nor the courage. We were friends for too long, but I always felt like this. I always wanted to have the chance to taste your lips she had so easily, so hers. Now she's gone, and Ivar makes you feel so bad that I can't find a way into your life! It's even harder to reach you... And I wanted it so bad..."

Hvitserk remained looking at you for a while. The shock prevented him from doing more than absorbing all the information he had just received.

You liked him. Like forever...

And he was always there, having fun, kissing Margrethe in front of you, completely unwarned of the fact it was tearing your heart into pieces!

It was right in front of his eyes, and he'd never realized.

"Are you saying you like me, Y/N?"

He had to know.

But his direct question showed you how far you’d gone.

Shit. You talked too much, and your face turned blatant red when you realized it.

"Forget it," you said, getting up, trying to flee from that embarrassing situation. "I just said too much. I'm probably drunk. It's better if I..."

Hvitserk's touch stopped you when he held your hand, sending shivers down your spine with that simple touch. Those green eyes you loved so bad, now so curious into yours, trying to find answers you didn't want to give so easily.

"Do you like me, Y/N?"

This time you had no way to escape his direct question. His eyes looked like trying to drag the answer out of your very soul.

Hvitserk deserved to know. At least, it could be a drop of light in the darkness he was so quickly diving in.

You turned to face him, and he got up, standing in front of you, towering taller than you that way you liked so much in him.

"Please tell me the truth," he asked.

Maybe insecure.

Or anxious.

Maybe feeling guilty for all the times he'd almost laid Margrethe on the dinner table where you and his brothers were sharing the feasts and mead.

It was possible that he only wanted to know the truth so he could apologize. You sighed, disappointed by the idea, but even then, you took courage from the warm sensation of the mead inside your body and faced his eyes, full of yourself.

"Yes," you finally said.

Noticing his eyes becoming wider on yours.

"I do. I like you, Hvitserk. I always did. Since we were children and you had that almost ocher hair. And we used to sneak together into the kitchen after more cookies than your mother would let us have. Yes, Hvitserk, I like you. I love the way the ocher color in your hair became honey-blonde; the way your mustache became a beautiful frame to the smile I always loved to see open. It hurts me to see you so depressed, and I hate Margrethe for stealing your love from me. But, gods, I would do anything to bring her back just to see you smiling once again. I like you, Hvitserk, longer than I can remember. I think you were my first childish love, and now I feel stupid for still loving you after so much time. Can you please just say something and stop staring at me? Shit! I must be as red as a tomato!" you complained, trying to look away from him.

Your shyness not allowing you to see the loving smile that formed on Hvitserk's lips until his hand embraced your waist softly, causing you to sigh, surprised. His free hand touched your face caressing your jawline. His fingers were warm and the warmth spread through your skin, stopping your breath for a second.

"Hvitserk, you don't have to..." you started, but it was his time to cut you, landing his thumb upon your lips, getting your mouth shut, softly drawing your lower lip with his thick finger.

"Shh," he said, smiling. "You grew into a beautiful woman, Y/N. But you still speak too much when you're drunk," he joked.

His smile became bigger.

"I like it. I always did. But here... Let me teach you something better to do with our mouths now."

Hvitserk's body leaned towards you, touching his lips on yours without giving you a single second to think. Your lips mashed together in a slow and deep kiss, tight and warm. The hand he had on your waist pulled your body against him as the other slid to your nape, keeping you firmly into his grip. How many times did you see Hvitserk holding Margrethe like that?

How many times did you dream about feeling that? About being in her place?

Now you could understand the reason why the girls just melted in his hands: Hvitserk had such a good kiss, such a skilled mouth! His tongue exploring your mouth; your entire body embraced by his, immersed in his warmth.

You couldn't do anything but softly moaning against his lips, enjoying the taste of his kiss.

How long since the last time a man touched you like that?

Were you ever touched like that by any man?

You threw your arms around his neck, and Hvitserk started conducting your steps back until your butt touched the dinner table. His hands then lifted your legs to embrace his hips, sitting you on the table carelessly. You sighed against his mouth, feeling Hvitserk's lips sliding down through your skin, kissing your neck.

You sunk your nails in his nape, grabbing his hair, trying to recover control of the shivers he was causing you to feel, but Hvitserk pulled your hips against his with a hoarse growl on the back of his neck that made you melt in his hands once again.

The feeling of his hardness against you, even covered by his clothes and your skirt, was making you dripping wet in between your legs. Hvitserk's hands invaded your skirt, but his eyes went into yours once again, seeking permission to go forward as the lust in his eyes really wanted to.

What did you have to lose?

It was the fucking dinner table! But fuck! Who cares? You always wanted to feel him, to be his like that. Plus, imagining you would be his next meal caused you to feel even hornier!

You supported yourself on your elbows, looking down at him, receiving a satisfied grin from his eager lips. Hvitserk didn't lose his time, picking up a chair to sit in between your legs, nestling his lips on your thighs, sending shivers down through your spine.

You knew exactly what he would do when Hvitserk's face disappeared under your skirt, lifting it to look at him as he proceeded to kiss your thighs so close to your intimacy.

You bit your lips when he kissed your lower belly. But Hvitserk was a tease. He was always a tease, and it wouldn't be different with you. He pulled back, using his fingers to touch you first, sliding them through your folds, rubbing...

You restrained your moans. Someone could find the two of you in that room! However, instead of making you scared, that sensation made you even hornier, causing you to quickly get Hvitserk's fingers wet, increasing his desire.

"If I knew you were such a good girl, I would have stuck my claim on you earlier, dear Y/N," he smiled, almost sassy. "Look at you now..."

Two of his fingers slid into your entrance, and Hvitserk smiled when you bit your lower lip tighter trying to keep your moans restrained.

"Such a beautiful woman!" he praised.

As if it wasn't enough, Hvitserk curved his fingers into your wet channel, causing you to contort over the table, giving him all the expressions of pleasure and satisfaction he wanted so bad to see in your body and face.

"I may have lost too much time not seeing how mine you could be, how sweet it would be to have you, my sweet Y/N. But don't worry," he said, pulling his fingers out of your body to give you some time to breathe.

As if it was possible to catch your breath while watching him sucking your juices from his fingers like that.

"I'm gonna compensate you for every single moment we lost to my blindness."

Hvitserk leaned forward, and you could finally understand why Margrethe was so scandalous when she was in his room. His lips kissed your pussy, and you were sure the whole world disappeared around you.

It was almost impossible to hold your moans! You tried to keep yourself silent, covering your mouth with one of your hands, causing Hvitserk to giggle, continuing to devour your folds as if they were his favorite meal.

His tongue explored parts of your cunt you swore no man had ever touched! Even when you came in his mouth, biting your hand to avoid screaming his name out loud, he didn't stop, licking you clean from your juices before smiling like a boy who had just finished his plate whole.

His hands caressed your body as he climbed upon you, sharing your taste with you in a passionate kiss.

You felt his struggle with his buckles in the middle of your legs and gently replaced his hands with yours, releasing his hardness from his trousers into your hands. Hvitserk broke the kiss with a restrained moan when you squeezed his hard cock with your fingers, feeling his length. So, you did it again, squeezing him while moving your hands through his length, smiling when he flattened his hands heavily against the table beside you, heavy breathing against your mouth before touching his forehead on your shoulder; his hips moving forward reflexively in little thrusts against your hands.

He was needy, full of desire, and so ready for you!

You nuzzled your face through his, receiving soft kisses on your neck. One of your hands embraced him, pulling Hvitserk slowly against you as you guided his shaft into your entrance. Low moans of bliss mixed your voices in a characteristic chant of satisfaction.

Hvitserk took control of the rhythm once again, embracing your waist and pushing himself against you until you were completely full of him.

Tight and deliciously full.

You were sure no man had ever filled you so well.

Hvitserk kept moving tight against your walls, moaning warm words into your ears as your embrace became tighter the more his rhythm increased into your wetness.

You felt the table creaking under his strength against you, crying a new sound every time Hvitserk rolled his hips into yours, hitting all your sweet spots in his way to your cervix.

You hid your face on his neck, muffling moans against his skin, hearing his breath becoming heavier as he pulled you against his heated body. At some point, he lifted your weight, taking you out of the table into his arms, going deeper in a clear signal he was about to come.

Your orgasm was closer as well, building faster as you felt his cock throbbing within your walls.

Hvitserk's movements became erratic, and his hoarse voice sounded into your ears.

"You're so good, my sweet Y/N, so warm around me! I want so bad to fill you with my seed! Tell me I can, my Y/N. Tell me I don't have to pull it out. Tell me I can fill you with my child tonight!"

At that moment, you realized it wasn't only the pleasure making his breath and yours fail. It wasn't only his body hitting against yours, losing its rhythm a little more the closer he was to cum for you.

You weren't only a good fuck for him.

It was more. So much more you could see in his eyes when Hvitserk touched your forehead with his. You could feel the sweat of his effort, his panting against your lips... And all the feelings in his eyes.

"Fill me, Hvitserk," you said.

Your eyes deep into his.

"Give me your seed. Fill me with your child! My heart is yours, my love. I love you, Hvitserk! I love you!" You confessed your heart, coming hard around him, feeling his tight embrace.

Hearing the powerful growl witch with Hvitserk released his seed and found his pleasure deep inside of you.

With his strength reduced by the pleasure, Hvitserk sat back at his chair. Your body straddling his lap, entirely glued to his.

Hvitserk nestled his face on the crook of your neck, and you felt him panting against your skin for a long silent moment in which both of you recovered from the effort and came down from your highs.

Soon, you felt his face sliding through yours again in a gentle caress before Hvitserk caught your lips in a deep and passionate kiss; his fingers sliding through your cheeks: such a characteristic caress of his.

He touched his forehead to yours and took a deep breath, looking deep inside your eyes before his voice sounded kindly into your ears.

"I'll honor this love, my sweet Y/N," he said, not lying about feelings you knew he didn't have for you yet, but showing the truth inside his heart. "I like you, but I'll learn to love you back. I want to love you back, Y/N. I want to be yours."

You smiled, nuzzling your nose against his.

The sincerity of his words warmed your heart, making you sure he wasn't lying or playing with you, nor taking you as a fool who would believe his heart was already yours.

You knew how far he suffered for dear Margrethe. Even then, he was there, giving himself a chance to start over and longing to do it by your side.

You cupped his face, kissing his lips softly. You could feel his sweet caresses in a way you never imagined to have his hands touching you.

It was like your best dreams. Maybe better.

"Take me to your room. I wanna feel your skin against mine and love you, my prince, for all this time I loved you in silence. I want to give you my heart and make this whole place hear your name echoing in my mouth," you said.

Hvitserk's lips curved into that beautiful and happy smile you loved so much seeing in his face.

"Then let us tell the whole Kattegat who is the man blessed by the gods tonight, princess," he answered, kissing you one more time before lifting you in his arms, carrying you into his chambers.

Cozy into his arms, with his scent around you, you weren't so sure you would ever regret the drunken words that brought you closer to his heart.

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