#i want a hug from Amanda so bad

[moviemandy]

Do you think when Angela leaves after hanging out with Amanda that Amanda gives her a tight squeeze and just kinda rocks with her for moment, not wanting to let go of the hug? Even when Angela's having off days, Amanda's hugs always make her feel better and want to stay in the moment instead of going home?

[spatialwave]

"all mine."

pairing: lee russell x fem!reader word count: 2.5k summary: as the youngest teacher on staff, you enjoy taking your peers out for a night of dancing, drinking and gossiping. lee russell was one of the few who joined, the married man you’d fallen hopelessly in love with. warnings/tags: mdni! smut, affair/cheating, dirty dancing, oral (m-receiving), verbal degradation, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, i feel like i made lee a little ooc so forgive me!

“oh, come on, lee,” your voice was soft and gentle, humming sweetly like a songbird, “it’s friday night, and you’d rather go home? really?”

hazel eyes settled on you as you shared a table in the staff room. it was sixth period and you had a planning period. you may have been the youngest member of staff, but you were the most organized, meaning you could waste the hour away with your favourite person at north jackson high.

vice principal lee russell.

your bottom lip was jutted out in a pout as he stared at you with his chin in both hands. he kept a straight face for a few moments until he scoffed and waved you away, “don’t give me that fuckin’ look, you’re too good at guiltin’ people into doin’ shit. you’re a bad influence.”

you gasped, sitting up straight, “that’s rich coming from you. i recall you asking me to help you dig dirt on gamby when he was pissing you off last year, and i followed him around for an entire saturday like some serial-killer stalker. a saturday when i was supposed to hang with my girlfriends, mind you, so don’t get all grouchy with me about being a bad influence.”

he pursed his lips and his gaze flickered between your eyes, “fine, if you must know, i’m starting to feel old as shit, okay? everytime we go out i end up at home at four in the goddamn morning with a migraine and the luxury of a two-day fuckin’ hangover” lee admitted, “it’s a real pain in the ass, you know. if it isn’t for you pukin’ your guts out and needin’ help home every weekend, i’d be back home in the comfort of my own bed at a normal fuckin’ time.”

you lips curved into a small smile as you listened to the man whine and complain, “not my fault that someone buys me shots all night.”

“and that was the last time because i learned my fuckin’ lesson. you can’t handle your alcohol,” he pointed a finger at you, lips lifting at the corners to match your sweet, little smile.

lee russell was smitten with you, and it was a slippery slope that he’d been sliding down. he was a married man, after all, but the marriage came with its own complications.

“great talk. i’ll see you tonight, lee.” you winked at him, taking your coffee, and giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you walked past him. lee’s eyes stayed on your body, watching your hips sway with each movement.

you had him wrapped around your finger, and he fucking hated it.

loud music and flashing lights filled your senses as you sipped on your vodka soda, waiting for your peers to arrive as time ticked away. amanda, bill and jen were always ready to crush back shots and forget about the bullshit week of classes with you, but even they were late.

you checked your cellphone as you leaned up against the bar, seeing if you had any missed messages from your colleagues. nothing.

you downed the rest of your drink and made a stop in the washroom to touch up your makeup and adjust your outfit—something special you wore in hopes to impress lee. a short, black skirt that hugged your curves and a black halter top held with thin straps that did little to cover your skin.

staring at yourself in the mirror, you felt a mix of emotions, mostly disgust and embarrassment. lee was married, and here you were hurting your feet with four-inch heels and wearing an uncomfortable skirt in hopes that he’d see you and want to ravage you.

all for him to not even show up.

you swallowed your pride. maybe you would forget about the married man if you met someone nice on the dancefloor. someone single and your age.

your heels clicked against the tiled floor as you left the bathroom, eyes flickering around the busy club when your gaze settled on the man you’d fallen madly in love with. he was at the bar with two shots in front of him, hazel eyes eagerly searching for you. you stayed in the shadows a bit longer, your heart rate skyrocketing as you watched him standing there in his dark grey suit with red-patterned button down peeking from underneath.

he was such a dork—a nicely dressed dork.

those eyes you loved flickered in your direction, and your stomach filled with butterflies when his lips pulled into a toothy grin. he hadn’t even needed to beckon you, your legs working beyond your brain as you sauntered to his side.

“lee,” you beamed, wrapping your arms around your friend and giving him a quick hug, smelling the expensive, intoxicating cologne, “you’re the only one who showed,” your breath tickled his ear as you spoke, pulling back with a coy smile in your lips. you were quick to notice the way he looked you up and down, settling on your revealed skin until he met your eyes.

“really? no one else came?” he was shocked as he spoke, “well, those assholes are missing out,” he slid one of the tequila shots over to you, “because tonight is the fucking night we party our goddamn brains out. we’re not goin’ home until the sun is risin’, baby, i promise you that.”

the casual pet name sent a shiver up your spine, “what happened to being too old?” you asked with a smirk.

“a moment of weakness,” lee replied, “i’m lee fuckin’ russell, i’m fuckin’ invincible. i wanna’ get goddamn wasted!”

the tequila was warm down your throat, but you cringed at the taste. your work companion cheered, inhaling through his teeth sharply, “shit, that’s good,” he breathed, waving for the bartender to bring another round as he laid out cash on the counter to pay.

the second one went down smoother than the first, a lazy grin smeared along your lips as you focused your attention back on lee. he was already staring at you, smirking.

“why are you looking at me like a piece of meat?” you teased, licking your lips, and smoothing down the front of his suit with a delicate hand. your nails were painted a deep shade of red that matched his shirt.

“i’m allowed to admire a pretty woman,” he replied oh-so confidently, and you knew that he had showed up to the club with a few drinks already in his system, “did you dress up for me?”

this was the side of lee russell you always enjoyed seeing. the side that focused his attention solely on you, and made you feel wanted.

“you’re so full of yourself,” you laughed, cheeks warm, “i may have kept you in mind when i was getting ready.”

“i can tell,” he cocked his head to the side, unashamed in the way he reached forward and brushed your hair behind your ear. this was wrong on so many levels, but the thrill was a high that you chased, and you dared not to think about the consequences.

with the alcohol coursing through your body and the loud, bass-heavy music guiding your thoughts to the filthiest parts of your mind, you snagged lee’s hand in your own and laced your fingers together. lee russell was in a trance as he watched you lead him where the crowd of clubbers danced together—bodies grinding and arms strung around necks.

you glanced over your shoulder at him, the hunger in his eyes easy to spon even under the unpredictable lighting.

you were about to spin around and face the man, but you were surprised when his free hand landed on your hip, squeezing over the fabric of your skirt. his chest pushed flush against your back, lips tickling against your ear and causing a shudder to escape your lips.

it had been a long time since you danced like this with anyone, most nights you’d jump around the dancefloor with amanda and jen, sharing drunken laughs as lee watched you from afar. this was better.

his hips moved effortlessly with the music, yours moving in tandem as your ass bumped and swayed against the growing hard-on underneath his suit pants. your arms lifted above your head, his hands sliding up and down your sides, feeling over the bare skin revealed by your skimpy outfit.

you looked around the club, blinking and unable to focus on anything with the bright flashes of neon lights and tens of couples in the same situation as yourself. the alcohol had skewed your vision and all you could focus on was how wet you were between your legs, and the feeling of lee’s fingers caressing your exposed skin

“lee,” you breathed his name out as your head lolled back to rest against his shoulder, able to brush your lips against his jaw while hands tightened over your hips, “this is… wrong,” you could hardly speak.

your morals were showing, but you hadn’t the willpower to stop.

“it’s okay,” he hushed, head tilting enough that his lips barely brushed against yours, and it was then the alcohol seemed to hit you all at once.

you were quick to turn around in his arms, wrapping them around his neck and forcing your lips together in a kiss that had been dangling between you two for months. he licked into your mouth, parting your lips until he could slide his tongue against yours, fighting for dominance that wasn’t hard to win and leaving you wanting more.

everything happened fast.

one moment you two were tongue-fucking each other on the dancefloor, the next you were hidden away in the washroom on your knees with lee’s hands in your hair. his length was pushed deep in your throat as you sucked him off, addicted to the way his face twisted in pleasure as your tongue glided along the underside of his cock.

the music was muffled, but the washroom was loud with the sounds of girls chatting and laughing. doing coke together in the stalls, pouring alcohol out from the flasks they snuck in, and making so much noise that you weren’t worried when lee would choke out a moan or gasp your name.

your hands pressed against the front of his thighs as you bobbed your head, lips perfectly wrapped around him as his cock twitched in your mouth.

“get up,” he moaned shakily, taking your hair in his hands and yanking you from his cock. lips parted from it with a soft ��pop’ and lee wanted so badly to keep going until your makeup was streaming down your cheeks, but he needed you, “i want to fuck you, baby,” he murmured, staring down at your eager, young face, “you won’t tell anyone, will you?”

“mhm,” you whimpered as you stood, and he pinned you against the door of the stall, “it’s our secret, just ours. i promise—”

he shut you up with his lips, a hand reaching down, so his fingers could push past your panties and waste no time in making you squirm and moan. two fingers plunged inside your cunt, and he smiled against your lips, “you’re so easy, aren’t you?”

the degradation wasn’t surprising, and you welcomed it wholly.

“bet you’ll take my cock so fuckin’ easy too, won’t you, baby?” he breathed heavy against your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses against your skin as his fingers stretched you just right, “do you want it? tell me how bad you want my cock and i’ll think about giving it to you.”

“lee,” you squirmed, hips twitching as you tried to stay upright with your legs spread for him, “i want it bad, really fucking bad. please, i need it.”

that’s all it took for lee’s impatience to get the best of him. he hooked one of your legs around his hips and replaced his fingers with his cock, slow as he filled you and pulling back to watch your pretty mouth go slack as your cunt ached around him.

“i’m not on the pill,” you were quick to whisper in his ear, your hips shaking as he started rocking his. you buried your face against his neck, scared to scream his name and let everyone in the bathroom know what you were doing.

“fuck,” he groaned into your ear, one hand on your thigh wrapped around him, the other against the metal stall door next to your head while yours tugged on his hair for dear life, “it’s okay, we’ll be okay. just—fuck,” he couldn’t finish his scrambled thoughts, his mind going blank as he fucked you slow and steady, “just shut up and take it.”

you listened obediently like you always had with him, your head falling back against the door as he fucked you, surprisingly tender in his movements. his hips rocked against yours slowly, stretching deep into your heat and leaving you a pathetic mess that could hardly stand on one foot.

“you’re so tight,” lee grunted, biting underneath your ear hard enough to leave a mark, “and you’re all mine, all fucking mine.”

you pressed a hand to your lips, shutting yourself up as lee’s movements quickened. the stall door started squeaking with each forward kick of his hips, and neither of you cared at this point. all you could do was take it like he told you, legs parted and cunt squeezing around his cock until he came, filling you like he dreamed about doing every night.

the following monday had rolled by too quickly for your liking. you’d spent most of your sunday alone in your apartment, recovering from your night out and wallowing in the guilt that came with being lee’s mistress of the night. he’d gone home before sunrise, dropping you off at home in your shared taxi and sending you off with a kiss that had you feeling all kinds of confused.

your stomach twisted as you thought about seeing him today.

the morning bell hadn’t rung yet, and you were lounging in the staff room with a coffee in your hands and listening to the chatter of teachers having their last few moments of freedom.

“bummer that you had to cancel saturday night,” amanda’s voice caught your attention as she walked into the staff room, “but i hope you’re feeling better. there is nothing worse than wasting your weekends being sick.”

you perked up, confusion on your face as she poured her coffee.

“after lee let us all know you weren’t feeling good on friday he planned for us to go to this new bar on the other side of town. it was actually really fun, but can you believe this?” she peered over her shoulder to look at you, “he didn’t even show up.”

[repulsiveliquidation]

Alone || Leah Williamson

warnings : mentions of bullying, death, loneliness, rude namecalling. smut is at the end but i promise there is a happy ending. words in bold are from a poem above, but i can't remember who wrote it!

I like being alone was something that you always convinced yourself of growing up. Dad was always high on some binge drinking spree with his equally deadbeat friends and Mum tried her best to be a parent but with a useless father and barely any money coming in, you quickly learned how to keep yourself occupied and take care of yourself.

One day, the police showed up at your door and knocked. Mum stopped folding the laundry and you poked your head in just in time to hear the officers tell your mother that your father had tried to rob the local liquor store and was shot by the police who arrived on the scene. Having been ostracized from the community long ago due to your father’s behavior, the news of his death only increased the cold shoulder you and your mother got from the town.

Parents in your hometown seemed to teach their children bad manners from a young age; all the kids in school knew to stay away from you. No one sat with you at lunch, no one ever wanted you on their team for PE. God forbid you were paired up together for a group project, no one ever wanted your company.

Secondary school was rinse and repeat. No one sat with you at lunch, no one ever wanted you on their team for the science fair. Once, you were assigned the popular girl for the English project which was 25 percent of the class grade.

“You’re doing the whole thing yourself and you better not screw with my portion of the project, you got that you freak?” Megan warned, having cornered you in the girls’ changing room after class.

“I’d watch that tone if I were you, Meg,” came a voice from the end of the showers where you were cowering.

“Stay out of it Williamson or I’ll sock you!”

“I think you’re the only one about to leave here with a black eye Meg so I’d watch your tone.”

“You’re not defending the freak are you?”

“I’m doing what’s right, I’ve had it to here with your snarky attitude,” Leah challenged, grabbing the bully’s arm and pulling her away from you. “Leave her alone.”

“Fuck you, Williamson! Everyone will know you like the freak!”

“Call her that one more time and I’ll tattoo it across your forehead!”

Megan leaves the changing room with a loud huff and you hide yourself more in the shower cubicle. You’d never interacted with Leah Williamson before. You knew to stay far away from the popular girls and the captain of the girls’ football team was one of them.

Leah smiles kindly and reaches a hand out for you. You don’t take it immediately, half expecting her to make fun of you and demand you do her homework for her. Leah realizes this and shakes her head a little, sitting on the floor with you. You’re about to ask her to leave when she opens her mouth first.

“I’m sorry about her and all of them. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“I’m used to it,” you mumble, pulling your legs to your chest and hugging them.

“I’m Leah.”

“I know who you are,” you answer quickly, pushing yourself up to your feet. “You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me,” you say just as the tears threaten to fall. You do not need Leah to see them, it’ll give her one more thing to tell everyone about.

You grab your torn backpack and rush out of the changing room before she can answer you.

Leah stands there a little hurt, her efforts of extending an olive branch failing only motivate her more. She knew about the whole scandal or whatever it was that happened all those years ago but learned at a very young age that Amanda hated it all.

“You treat that family with the same respect you give everyone else, Leah you understand? No one deserves such unkind neighbors.”

You do not know what compelled you to sit in the stands of Leah’s football game against a rival school. There was a ticket in your locker with a note hoping to see you there. Thinking it was a prank, you wanted to throw it away but decided against it, which meant that the cloudy England sky and shitty concession food was your plan for the afternoon.

“Hi, you got my ticket!”

You had your eyes glued to your phone, your hat pulled down over your eyes to block out the stares you normally got. But that familiar thick local accented voice rang loud in front of you, you looked up to see Leah grinning at you with her mother Amanda right behind her.

“You put the ticket in my locker?” you asked sheepishly, watching as Amanda sat next to you.

“Yes darling, her father couldn’t make it and she didn’t waste it so she wanted to give it to you.”

You look up at Leah and her grin is almost brighter than it was before. She was all dressed and ready for the game, hand reaching out to pat your head before running back onto the pitch.

“I’m so glad you’re here, I hope you stay the whole game!” she yelled out, jogging towards the rest of her teammates.

“She didn’t have to give me the ticket,” you mumble under your breath. More people are staring now, you could feel it. Amanda reached around your shoulders and rubbed your back, smiling down at you.

“No, but she insisted.”

Leah was relentless in her pursuit of you. There were more notes in your locker that were not malicious. They were written in the same writing as the first letter that had a football ticket in it, always signed LW.

Soon the letters became more personalized and directly from Leah. People talked a lot in this town and word got out fast that Leah was making friends with the freak. She didn’t seem fazed, the teasing she could endure; the bullying you normally received almost doubled overnight.

Ever since Leah started giving you the letters in person, all the people who had crushes on her had increased their hatred of you.

You were walking home after one of Leah’s games, headphones in and head down like always. You didn’t see them coming for you and didn’t hear them either. Megan and her girls had followed you the whole way until you turned into a dark alley; it was a shortcut to your house and you’ve never seen anyone else use it before.

Carla pulled your hair first. You turned and before you could defend yourself, Megan slapped you across the face. Alice tripped you as you tried to run away, slipping face-first into a muddy puddle left by the rain that morning. Rebecca, the ring leader, grabs your shoulder and turns you around, eyes seething with anger.

“I have wanted Leah Williamson for a very long time, you pathetic little bitch. What the fuck did you do to her in that bathroom that day when Megan was beating sense into your stupid brain huh?”

“Being a bully isn’t a quality I look for in a girl, Becca.”

Leah stands there with her kit still on and her hair sticking to her forehead. Her hands on her hips and chest heaving suggest she ran all the way here. She looks down at you before stepping towards you and reaching a hand out to you. You take it this time and she pulls you up and into a hug.

“Are you okay?” she asks, brushing your hair out of your face. You nod and she cups your cheek, thumb rubbing over your cheekbone that was slightly red from Megan’s slap earlier.

“What did I say about testing my patience, Rebecca?”

“Leah, she’s the town freak! What could you possibly see in her?”

“Everything I don’t see in you, Becca. What would your mother say if I let it slip over tea next week that her precious girl is a sly little liar? She doesn’t need to know about your little stunt with the principal I walked in on last week now does she?”  

“Don’t you dare!”

“Then you leave her alone,” Leah sternly warns, eyes shooting daggers at the fleeing girls.

“Come on, I’ll take you home. I saw them coming for you after the game and I followed them. I’m glad I found you in time!”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“I think you know I like you a lot more than you’re letting yourself believe.”

“Why me, Leah?”

She takes your hand and walks towards the main road with you. You see Amanda in the car waiting, shaking her head at the two of you.

“Are you okay, love?” she asks you as you climb into the backseat with Leah. She hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time, rubbing the back of your palm with her thumb gently. You like the feeling of her hot skin on yours, it’s such a simple comfort and you can’t even remember the last time you felt it.

“Yes, Mrs. Williamson. Leah got me in time.”

“Please dear, I’ve told you to call me Amanda.”

“Mum, can she stay over tonight?” Leah chirps, holding your hand tighter. You blush a little, looking at her with a single thought in your head; you deserve to allow yourself a little bit of love.

“My mum is okay with it, I can stay.”

“Great! I’ve put a set of clean clothes in the bathroom for you too so…”

“Thank you, Leah,” you say quietly, eyes avoiding her piercing blue ones.

“Of course.”

The whole night goes by perfectly. Amanda cooks a delicious meal that you shamelessly have three servings of. Since it was a Friday night, Leah insisted on movie night. There were throw blankets and pillows all over the floor but you were hesitant to cuddle close to Leah. Having not made a single friend in years, you were scared that one wrong move could ruin the little bit of joy Leah had given you in such a short period.

Leah however, could not hold herself back anymore and was honestly quite annoyed at you. She had been showing her affection towards you for weeks and you were still hesitant to reciprocate them.

“You don’t like me back, do you? You’re just doing this to be nice.”

You look at Leah in horror. No, no, no! This was not how it was supposed to go.

“Leah,” you start, sitting up. “No one has ever wanted to be my friend my entire life. I have my useless dead father to thank for that. When you started giving me those letters, I genuinely thought you were planning some long term practical joke but tonight you’ve shown me that you truly want to be my friend, maybe more.” Leah sits up too and you continue.

“I’m scared, I haven’t done this in a long time. I don’t want to make a wrong move and scare you away. I want you so bad, if everything you’ve left in your letters is true then I want this, I want us. When you scored that goal last week when you rarely do, you looked at me. You did a hand heart towards me and I genuinely thought you were showing it to someone else in the crowd but you pointed at me.”

Leah had tears in her eyes, the tough captain of the school girls’ football team seemed moved by your words. She leaned in and you let her, pressing your lips to hers. You were sure you felt fireworks and that she did too. Her lips were soft and she loved that you smelled like her body wash.

You pulled away and blinked fast, hoping that she wasn’t a figment of your imagination. By the time you’d blinked about fifty times, she was still there, her stupid smug smile on her face.

“I really like you,” you tell her, head leaning on her shoulder as you turn your attention back to the TV.

“I really like you too,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as she pulls you into her side.

In the days that come, Leah warned all those who regularly mess with you that they now mess with her too. She also warned that if she caught wind of people calling you names, especially freak, they would go home with it etched across their faces.

\\

You’re sat at the dinner table with Leah in your home years later. Grace is sitting on her playmat, totally engrossed in her building blocks. The sunset pours into the living room and you’ve never been happier in your life.

There’s nothing in your life you’d want to change. You thank your lucky stars that the Lioness sitting in front of you took a chance on you that year in secondary school. Life had only gone up since getting together at 17. You went to college and Leah played for Arsenal. It was hard when you moved for a year to Spain to study but Leah fought hard to make sure the connection was there, flying every other weekend to see you.

The moment you graduated, Leah proposed in front of all your friends. Yes, you made friends! The Spain host family you lived with was more than welcoming and gave you a sense of belonging that you had never felt before. The little community you built for yourself gave you a chance to heal and forgive all those people who wronged young you.

She looked up at you with a face of pure admiration. The ring glimmered in the sun, the diamond was the perfect carat for her perfect girl.

“I have never been surer of anything in my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes!”

\\

You’re both standing at the altar, hands held in front of all your friends and family. The Arsenal and Lioness girls are rowdy in the front, cheering their captain on. She had just shared her vows and it was now your turn.

“When I was little, I convinced myself that I liked being alone. I was always the last to be picked, last to be called, sometimes the teachers forgot about me. By the time I was in secondary school, I had accepted that I was going to be alone all my life. Until I met you,” you look up at Leah and see that she’s already got tears in her eyes. You continue, feeling a little emotional yourself.

“I was sure that you were playing a prank on me, wanting nothing more than to humiliate me in front of everyone like they always did. I waited and waited and nothing happened. You saved me from those girls that day and in the car ride home I knew you were different. For the first time ever, I wanted your company more than my own.”

//

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

“Never, babygirl,” Leah coos, hands gripping your hips from behind as she fucks into your pussy hard. You whine into the mattress and grip the sheets, pushing your ass back into her hips. She angled her hips just right, hitting your sweet spot just enough to send you right off the edge.

“Leah!” you cried, reaching back to hold her strong thigh. She was relentless, pounding you through your orgasm. She flipped you over a minute later, her strap pushed back into your sensitive hole just milliseconds after pulling out. You’re about to squeal about being sensitive when she wraps her hand around your neck so lightly. It’s barely there but her skin on yours sends electric shocks through your system.

You buck up into her and bite your lip, forcing her cock straight into your pussy. She gives you that smug smirk that boils your blood and gets to work, rutting into you with purpose. Her hands knead your breasts religiously, face buried between them in an instant. You cradle her head that rests on you, legs widening for her subconsciously.

Your body submits to her willingly and you can barely think when the hand around your neck gently tightens. Your eyes roll into your head and you grin deliriously, oxygen leaving your head as quickly as it gets there.  

Her hips, although practically laying on you, do not relent, pounding into your pussy obediently. Her harness rubs your clit just right and you can barely make a sound to warn her before you gush all over her cock and your thighs. She squeezes your neck just a little harder than usual and it sends you straight into another orgasm right after the other.

She only slows down when you’re shaking like a leaf and turning a little pale, kissing you gently. You grin and reach out for her, she pulls her harness off and settles between your legs. You pat her head and kiss her forehead, fingers running through her blond hair. She presses kisses all over your neck and you sigh, grateful for the chance at a proper life the woman in your arms had given you.

“I love you, Leah,” you mumble into her hair and you feel the captain mumble her answer into your neck. You giggle and settle into the warm bed with the love of your life, excited to see what life has in store for the two of you.

[wileys-russo]

under the mistletoe II s.blackstenius x reader

merry christmas eve besties under the mistletoe II s.blackstenius x reader

"oh they decorated!" you noticed right away as you wandered into colney for training, amanda by your side having driven you as the two of you often took turns since you lived in the same complex.

"ha! that is going to be fun." amanda nudged you and pointed to the random tufts of fake mistletoe hung up around as you both made your way to the changing rooms, music already pumping away in the distance.

"oh if you wanted a kiss why didn't you say!" you teased, kissing her cheek as she pushed you away with a roll of her eyes, having adopted an older sister role of sorts since you'd both moved to arsenal this season.

of course you were already welcomed in by your fellow national team mates, grateful to know some of the team on your first day as lina and stina both wasted no time showing the two of you around and making sure you settled in.

stina in particular you'd always been quite fond of, the two of you often spending time together on national duty you were hopeful that it might continue to build into something a little more than friends now you both played for arsenal.

you'd liked her for a couple of years now, more of a silly little crush than anything else that you always assumed was one way. well you did, until the world cup.

you were all out as a team celebrating your bronze medals when stina had pulled you away from the group claiming she didn't want to go to the toilet by herself, only within seconds of the two of you having a moment alone her lips were on yours.

the kiss was messy to say the least with both your bloodstreams pumped full of alcohol, though you never got a chance to see where it might have lead as a very drunk frido stumbled around the corner and crashed into the two of you, stina practically running away the moment she did leaving you to look after frido and with a head a mess of thoughts.

you'd waited to see if she'd bring up the kiss, she never did.

afraid she was just too drunk to remember or worse she'd purposefully chosen to forget, you kept it to yourself and remained grateful it didn't change how the blonde acted around you.

especially now at the same club you found yourself spending even more time with her, though rarely one on one it was generally in a group setting she still gravitated to your side, pairing up for drills and sitting beside you most chances she could.

if you didn't know any better you'd swear sometimes she flirted with you, showering you with praise and compliments followed by an awkward little smile or hug before she'd race away and leave you wondering if maybe she did remember the kiss.

then reality would sink in and you'd remind yourself that this was just how stina was, how she'd always be and that just friends seemed to be your destined fate together.

hearing your phone start to ring you nodded for amanda to enter the changing room as you speed walked a little more out of earshot of the music pumping from inside as you clicked accept and moved it to your ear.

"Vännen!" you smiled hearing the familiar accent ring through the phone. "hello frido." you chuckled, dumping your bag by your feet and leaning your back against the wall behind you.

"hello frido. god you sound so english!" the woman gagged making you laugh and curse at her in swedish. "sorry should i have said it in spanish? hola puta!" you teased as she clicked her tongue at you and you could only imagine the way her eyes would be rolling on the other end of the line.

"i'll be having alexia speak with laia if she's going to continue to teach you only bad words in spanish!" the blonde warned jokingly though you really wouldn't put it past her to do so. "how is the knee Gumman?" you smirked as she swore at you with a huff for the nickname meaning old woman.

"still attached to my leg, we are getting there. very slowly!" frido sighed as you frowned sympathetically, having been looked after by the older girl ever since you'd joined the national team years ago you cared for her very deeply so to know she was unable to play at the moment was painful.

"how is your crush on stina?" your sympathy melted away at her teasing tone. "she is so confusing, it kills me!" you groaned, looking around to make sure you were alone as frido prompted you to elaborate.

"when it is just us she is so sweet. always getting things for me like my food or my bag or my boots, pulling me to sit with her on the bus, always complimenting me and hugging me and i think she might like me back. but she is that way with everyone!" you sighed, rubbing your spare hand against your face and noticing a few of the girls start to file out of the change rooms for training.

"but she has not kissed everyone Vännen. tell her how you feel!" frido reminded softly as you sighed. "she does not remember that, or if she does then she has chosen to forget, and i do not wish to make a fool of myself by bringing it up or ruining things. i have to go we have training, i will call you tonight?" you offered, wanting a better chance to catch up with the girl who agreed before you ended the call.

now one of the last to get ready you hurried down the hall and into the change rooms, dropping down by your cubby and hurrying to change into your boots, stripping off your hoodie and tossing it behind you.

"did someone sleep in this morning?" you glanced up to meet bright blue eyes and an amused smile. "no i was speaking with frido." you returned her smile, lacing up your boots and rummaging around for your drink bottle with a frown.

though before you could worry any further it appeared in front of you in stina's tight hold, you taking it from her and standing with a grateful smile. "tack själv!" you sighed and craned your head up to kiss her cheek, walking out of the change rooms and missing the way the blondes whole face lit up bright red and she hurried after you.

"the decorations are nice." you smiled as she caught up with you, the clacking of your boots loud against the polished floors as stina hummed in agreement.

the morning passed by with nothing out of the ordinary, everyone pausing just before lunch to watch laura do her first run on the grass, both you and stina quite close with the austrian defender cheered loudly and proudly.

breaking for lunch everyone returned to the change rooms to swap shoes, the afternoons media session studying the weekends opponents not requiring cleats.

"mistletoe Snygging!" you barely had time to look up before katie had almost tackled you to the bench, faux bunch in her hand and held over your head as she pressed a wet kiss to your cheek and you pushed her off wiping your cheek.

"who taught you Snygging?" you laughed as she grinned and nodded to lina before racing off to find another victim. "i never understand that." you looked to your right to meet stinas frown. "what?" you questioned, slipping your hoodie back on over your training top.

"mistletoe, the kissing. seems silly!" stina shrugged as you only hummed. "i think its sweet, maybe a little silly but still fun." you smiled softly, looking up as vic and kyra raced past, vic having 'accidentally' dumped her water on the australians head.

"ah! stop that, go change you are all wet and its freezing." you warned the younger girls who ignored you with a shrug, kyra aiming her bottle at vic who ducked at the last minute causing kyra to spray her bottle all over you.

"sorry!" the australian apologized with a wince as steph grabbed her and you sighed waving her away. "here." you felt a tap to your thigh and looked up to see stina offering you her own hoodie which you gratefully accepted after peeling off your own soaked one.

you tried not to dwell on how it felt to be wrapped up in the large bundle of material, drowned in the scent of her shampoo and the woody tones of her perfume which tickled at your nose and allowed your body to settle.

"won't you be cold?" you questioned as she changed out of her long sleeve into her short. "some of us have real scandinavian blood in us, don't feel the cold." she teased as you pinched her and she laughed, offering you a hand up.

you expected her to let go of you once she pulled you to your feet but to your surprise her arm settled over your shoulders pulling you into her side as she walked the two of you toward the cafeteria.

"are you going home for christmas?" the blonde asked curiously as you gave her a strange look. "we booked the same flight back!" you laughed, all four of you travelling home together at the end of the season having booked the tickets only a couple of weeks ago.

"no! i mean to your families house." stina corrected, cheeks tinted slightly pink as she handed you a tray. "oh! no, my sister is hosting everyone this year." the two of you conversed about your plans, laura joining you as you both pulled her into tight hugs of congratulation and stinas arm left your shoulder.

filing into the media room after lunch it wasn't anything new when stina tugged on the back of your her hoodie to signal you sit beside her, your head falling to her shoulder as you chatted to alessia in front of you.

the room quietened as jonas and the coaching staff arrived, everyone settling down and paying attention throughout the entire presentation.

when the lights flicked back on a couple of hours later the room winced and chatter resumed as the coaching staff left and everyone started to stretch out tired limbs and do the same.

wandering back toward the change rooms to grab bags and head off for the day the mood was upbeat, everyone tired but excited to be done for the day, a group invitation of going out for dinner thrown about as some accepted but most declined with the weather outside worsening.

"ah ah ah!" you jolted to a stop as a hand planted on your chest stopping you in your tracks as stina ran into the back of you and apologised, katie blocking the two of you from entering.

"mistletoe!" katie smirked nodding upwards as you rolled your eyes. "didn't see you harassing anyone else for a kiss mccabe!" you chuckled, trying to go around her as she blocked the doorway again.

"not me. the two of you, go on! its bad luck not to have a little smooch." katie grinned wolfishly wiggling her eyebrows, waving off a few of the girls who yelled out from inside for her to leave you both alone.

"katie come on, move." you groaned trying to shoulder her out of the way without succeeding in moving her an inch. "stina! don't want bad luck do ya?" the irishwoman grinned over your head to the taller girl behind you who up until now hadn't said a word.

"i do not care and i do not want to kiss her katie, move." her words were blunt and hurt you much more than you cared to admit, katie not missing the way your face changed to convey so and quickly moving out of your way as you hurried inside.

"hey Älskling-" you heard amanda sit beside you and place a hand on your shoulder with a concerned look as you shook your head and pushed away her hand. "can we go please?" you murmured quietly grabbing your bag, cheeks hot with humiliation as the older girl nodded.

pulling off stina's hoodie you shoved it into her hands without a word or a look in her direction and pushed past her, ignoring her calls after you as you followed amanda out to the car, hearing kim and leah rip into katie for embarrassing the two of you and trying not to pretend you cared.

"vänta en minut!" footsteps pounded after you as amanda turned and spotted stina hurrying after the two of you, squeezing your arm and saying she'd wait for you in the car, leaving before you could even say another word.

with a sigh you stopped, allowing stina to catch up to you and find her breath for a moment, nodding for you to follow her into one of the meeting rooms for a little privacy.

"i'm so sorry, it came out wrong." she rushed out quickly, hands playing with the strap of her gym bag as you shrugged. "its fine stina, no need to be sorry." you forced a smile and turned to leave as she moved to grab your wrist.

"please, hear me out." she pleaded as you gave her an odd look but nodded, gesturing for her to continue as she took a deep breath. "okay. i just-" she paused, clearly struggling with how to continue.

"at the world cup, there was one night after the win when we went out partying. we were very drunk and you looked so happy and beautiful and...free." your cheeks blushed a little at her words not expecting them.

"i saw you dancing with the others and not with me so i took your hand and told you to come to the toilet with me-" your chest tightened at her words, not daring to believe you were really hearing this.

"-but really i just wanted to kiss you, with the alcohol in me i felt like i had all the courage i never had before." your breath stopped entirely at that.

"and so we..." she trailed off rubbing the back of her neck. "-we kissed." you finished for her as she gave you an incredulous look of surprise. "you remember?" you nodded at that and her face seemed to fall.

"this was a mistake." she shook her head and turned to leave as now you took hold of her wrist and pulled her back. "no, please finish." you asked, voice barely above a whisper as she hesitated but eventually nodded.

"-we kissed. then frido interrupted and you looked embarrassed so i left, then we never spoke about it so i assumed you were just too drunk and thats why you kissed me back." she admitted quietly and you couldn't help but let out a peal of laughter.

"what is funny?" "this. you, me, all of it." "i knew this was a mistake."

"no no! i remember the kiss yes, but when you left and never mentioned it i thought you were too drunk to remember or that you'd maybe chosen to forget." you bit your lip as stinas eyes widened.

"i like you but i didn't think you liked me back." stina blurted out, tips of her ears burning bright red as your eyes bugged. "i like you too, i didn't think you liked me back!"

"so we-" "-we both remember." "but we-" "-we both didn't bring it up." "and we-" "-we both like each other."

at that a silence built between you, both searching one anothers faces for any signs of insincerity in your confessions. suddenly stina let out a groan, cheeks red with embarrassment as she buried her face in her hands.

"we are very stupid." "so stupid."

at that you both shared a smile which built into a laugh, the taller girl pulling you into a hug as you melted into her, the air around you starting to crackle with an odd feeling as your laughter died down and you craned your head back to look up at her.

"hey stina." you spoke as she raised an eyebrow. "mistletoe." you pointed above her head with a small smile as her eyes flicked upward and she let out a laugh. "katie said it is bad luck, right?"

at that she ducked her head to press her lips to yours, your mouths slotting against one anothers perfectly as you relaxed into her, balling her top in your fists as your head spun like a top.

this kiss was very different to the last. her lips were soft and welcoming, and she kissed you so tenderly as if you might break if she wasn't careful, one hand cupping your cheek to deepen it slightly, testing the waters as her tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you parted them slightly to allow her tongue to slip into your mouth.

pulling away after a few beats of silence passed the two of you blushed and refused to look at one another, though still pressed together there was very little other options.

"oh you are joking!" you leapt away from one another and looked to the door where amanda was throwing her head back with a groan, the two of you sending her strange looks as she clicked her tongue.

"you both could not have waited till next season? i owe frido money now!"

[iateyourparents]

I love you stories, and you should do one where reader doesn’t say I love you back with Sam or Colby ❤️❤️

i love you | s.g.

pairing: sam golbach x fem!reader

summary: you decided to prank your boyfriend by not saying i love you back as a pay back.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(sorry, english isn’t my first language), not proofread

an: thank you love<33 actually i already did it with colby (colby’s version) so this one is sam’s version!

pictures are from pinterest:)

You were mad at Sam.

Alright, maybe mad is too strong of a word.

You were annoyed by Sam. He ate your favorite candies from your stash and didn’t even restock it later. AND he only laughed at you when you told him you’re mad at him.

So you decided to pay him back. You were torn between not kissing him and not speaking to him for as long as possible but you already knew it would be a lost battle, you couldn’t go a day without speaking to him and even more without kissing him, so you came with another solution.

You will be ignoring his love affirmations, or rather not saying them back.

You knew he loved hearing ‘I love you’ from you so it would be a torture for him. But at least he will remember not to mess with your food anymore.

So currently you were laying in bed, checking your social media while Sam was still sleeping next to you. It was almost 9 am so you knew he would wake up soon.

And you were right, cause no longer than twenty minutes later, Sam started to reposition himself a couple of times and eventually opened his eyes.

You smiled softly at his cute sleepy face “Good morning love.”

“Hi baby.” his voice was raspy and he was trying not to close his eyes in fear of falling asleep again. After a moment he moved and leaned almost all of his body on yours, hugging you “How did you sleep?”

“Good, and you?” you started combing through his hair with your fingers and you could hear him sighing contently.

“Great.” he yawned and you tried not to coo at how cute he looked, instead you kissed his head and reminded yourself to not say ‘I love you’ that really wanted to get out of your mouth in that moment.

You laid like that for a few more minutes, Sam trying to wake up completely and you trying to cherish this moment before you would have to get up on go on with your day.

Finally Sam rised, leaning on his forearms, and kissed you. And then your cheek and nose. You giggled but didn’t stop him, so he started peppering your face with little kisses.

“I have to go to gym soon.” he pouted “I promised Colby I would go with him before 12 am.” he whined and you laughed, kissing his forehead.

“That’s too bad, I was hoping for quiet morning in bed.” Sam whined again at your words.

“Stop, you’re making me want to cancel and if I will Colby will kill me.” he placed his forehead on your shoulder.

“Poor boy.” you cooed kissing side of his head. That’s why you didn’t decided to not kiss him for as long as possible, you were too weak to resist kissing him. He was addicting.

“Do you have plans for later? We could spend rest of the day on the couch watching some movies.” he offered, his voice kind of muffled by your shoulder.

“I was supposed to go shopping with Amanda but I’m sure she won’t mind if I reschedule.” you shrugged.

“Great.” he smiled at you, lifting his head after kissing your shoulder “I love you.”

You smiled widely and kissed him to not make it suspicious that you didn’t say it back. He gladly deepened the kiss not caring that none of you had brushed your teeth yet.

“What do you want for breakfast?” he asked when you disconnected your lips and he started getting up.

“I already ordered a breakfast from this french coffee shop. I took you your favorite.” you smiled at him “It should be here soon.”

“God I love you.” he sighed and you laughed “Do you want tea or something?”

“Tea would be great, thank you baby.” Sam went to the kitchen while you finally got up and went to bathroom to do your morning routine and moment later Sam also came into the bathroom to start his routine.

“Tea is waiting on the counter.” he informed you squeezing toothpaste on his toothbrush.

“Thank you.” you kissed his cheek after you rinsed your face from cleansing gel.

After you ate breakfast together Sam started getting ready to the gym and you started mentally preparing yourself for his leaving cause you knew it would be hardest part in your little challenge, because he wouldn’t leave without hearing you say ‘I love you’.

You were cleaning a coffee table when Sam came into the living room.

“I’m going baby.” he pouted standing behind you and putting his arms around your middle “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too love.” you turned in his arms and hugged him.

“I love you.” he said placing his head in your neck.

You hummed quietly to yourself, scratching his neck delicately.

“I love you, baby.” he repeated after a moment of silence. When you still didn’t answer he took his head from your neck and looked you in the eyes “I love you, y/n.”

You smiled at him and kissed his jaw. He frowned and you could see a pout starting to form on his lips.

“Did I do something wrong?” he tilted his head and your face made you feel bad.

“You ate all of my kinder buenos and bounties.” you reminded with a small pout and Sam looked at you with dumbfounded expression.

“You’re not saying I love you because I ate your candies?”

“And laughed at me when I was mad!” you reminded with slight frown and he laughed, that made you shake off his arms of you and take a step back. “You’re laughing again!” you accused.

“Oh baby.” he took a step in your direction and held your arms when you tried to take next step back “I’m sorry for my unforgivable acts. I feel so bad and I hope you won’t stop loving me because of this.” he acted like an actor from old comedy show and you tried to suppress your smile.

“Go to the gym already.” you rolled your eyes.

“I love you.” he kissed your cheek.

“Yeah yeah, I love you too.” you rolled your eyes again, this time you couldn’t stop your smile.

And Sam being Sam of course couldn’t let you be mad at him for any longer, so coming back from the gym he bought you tons of your favorite sweets. Literally a definition of perfect husband material.

[thefixations-ofmine]

In which Tommy has a thing for Evan's birthmark (18+)

Pairing: Tommy Kinard x Evan Buckley (911) Word count: 1.2k Warnings: sexual content, blowjob, cum play, facials, Tommy has a dirty mouth, daddy kink if you squint

A/N: This is my first work in... years!?! And I already have like 5 wip ideas in store. I wanna thank my dear friend Amanda @flannelplanet for a) getting me into the 911 fandom, and b) riling me up to start writing again!! Constructive criticism is always welcome. Hope this isn't half bad.

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The first time it happened was an accident. Or so Tommy told Evan.

“Shit baby, couldn’t control that,” he had lied, panting, leaning onto the kitchen counter with his other hand. As if he couldn’t aim his perfectly thick, straight-shooting cum onto any part of his boyfriend’s body that he wished to paint. As if he wasn’t perfectly crowding over Evan’s head that was caged between his body and the island cabinet. He stood straight and helped Evan to his feet.

“Yeah, yeah,” Evan chuckled. “Good thing I have good reflexes old man.”

Tommy had laughed at the joke, a bit dismissive, and simply washed off most of what had landed on Evan’s eyelid with his thumb, before bringing it to his lips. He allowed the few spurts that had stuck to Evan’s birthmark to dry, the poor boy too cock-drunk to realize he still had something warm on his face. They had proceeded to dinner, and eventually it was washed off in their nightly shower - where Tommy paid Evan back.

Tommy was gifted with the best partner he could have asked for; eager, good with orders, and the only cumslut he had stumbled upon in his years of practice. He made sure to put that to good use as much as possible, and relished in the bliss on Evan’s face whenever his offering touched his plush tongue. He would never have guessed that those little red dots would become his favourite playground.

“That’s good, Evan,” Tommy gasped, “right down that throat. Fuck just like that!” Evan had taken pride in getting his beefy boyfriend to lose all sense of control. From the moment he had felt him literally fold in half when the tip of his cock had hit the constricting ring of his throat, Evan knew he had found his secret weapon. Did he get a dildo to practice that when they had opposing shifts? That’s yet to be clarified.

“Working so well for that cum, huh?” Tommy had both hands on the mattress next to Evan’s shoulders, and was holding an unforgiving thrusting rhythm. He watched as inch by inch his cock expanded Evan’s throat, bobbing his Adam’s apple on its way in from how Evan had his head hanging off the edge of the bed.

“Pathetic little dick over there is drooling for my attention. But it’s about me tonight, right? It’s about what daddy wants.” Tommy managed a dozen more strokes before he pulled out and grabbed Evan’s hair to level up his head. Once more, he proceeded to drench the left side of his face with cum, enough to have it dripping down to his scalp and ear. His grunts mixed deliciously with Evan’s deep gargling breaths.

“Gooood boy,” Tommy praised. “Look at you!” This time, the cum was washed off rather quickly with a warm cloth, Evan’s face being a little too sticky from his efforts to go on doing anything else.

By the third or fourth time, Evan had caught up to what Tommy was really on about. For him, as far as he was concerned, it had simply been a huge kink for the both of them. Feeling Tommy’s cum on any part of his body was reassurance that this was real - warm and comforting, like their hugs. But it had been a while since Tommy had aimed to get every drop in Evan’s mouth and he was getting a bit whiny about it.

“You’re gonna have to explain this to me, babe,” Evan had finally brought up, mid makeout.

“What’s that?” Tommy waited for the answer with his lips on Evan’s throat, sucking purple patches on his sensitive spots.

“I remember you saying I was a good boy for never wasting a single drop, and that you love when I share my snacks.” Evan moaned at the sensations happening all over him, and regretted starting a conversation. He pulled back and looked his boyfriend in the eyes.

“I’m serious, Tommy,” he added.

“Oh, sweet boy. You miss the taste of my cum?” Tommy had a devilish smile across his face, and Evan knew he was in trouble. Good. “Daddy’s got a new… fixation, if you will.”

Evan was pushed from Tommy’s lap to kneel on the floor between his legs. Instinct kicked in and Evan found himself waiting for instructions, his hands lingering patiently on his own thighs with his bottom lip between his teeth. We’re getting there.

“Let me demonstrate”, Tommy said before taking his cock out of his sweatpants, letting the band slip under his balls. He gave Evan a headnod and the boy practically leaped onto him, setting his forearms over his thighs for support.

Hungry for a good filling, Evan pulled onto the laces of the sweatpants and meticulously tied them around Tommy’s balls as a makeshift cockring. Right away, the veins on Tommy’s cock bulged deliciously, and Evan started working on the head.

Evan had come up with a good list of gameplans when it came to sucking Tommy off. He kept them secret, deep in his subconscious and rotated between them, keeping score of every little reaction he pulled out of him. He especially loved running his pointed tongue on the underside of Tommy’s tip, right through his glistening slit. He closed his lips around it, before taking everything he could before gagging.

When Evan was given the task to give Tommy a blowjob with nothing expected in return, he loved to stretch this out for a while; his record, he edged Tommy for over two hours. Ironically, Evan came in his boxers twice that day.

Today though, he had a mission, and that meant he had to be efficient. Soon enough, the legs under his arms were shaking and he had to hold Tommy’s hips down just a bit - he loved when the tip bruised the roof of his mouth because Tommy would make the most elicit sounds. 

Tommy nudged Evan’s cheek for him to pull off, and he guided his head so it was laying on his thigh, left side up. He tugged at himself a few more times before rubbing his tip along Evan’s brow bone. Tommy brought his index to his tip - smart bastard - to make sure none of the cum would spray off onto the ground.

“Evan,” he groaned with a shiver and let himself fall into the wave of pleasure, filling the faint cup of Evan’s temple, expertly painting over the precious red spots. “Oh, baby,” he moaned, pulling on the word baby.

He looked down at Evan as he was shivering through his own orgasm, one of his palms rubbing onto the front of his shorts. His chuckle rumbled down his chest and reached his lower stomach, where another urgency was slowly building. That’s not something he wanted to explore with Evan for now.

“Follow me baby,” Tommy whispered as he helped Evan up and guided him to the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” Evan didn’t argue, feeling his limbs weaken by the second, but he was not going to let go of his reward again.

As they were walking towards the shower, he tilted his head forward, letting the cum run down the bridge of his nose and onto his lips. Tommy paused at the sight, his mouth agape as Evan licked away the thick white liquid. Tommy grabbed his head and licked up the side of his face for the last few drops.

“Fuck, I love you.”

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is! 

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?”  Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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[antlerqueer]

sorry im literally putting all of my complaints about ppl's critiques of leave the world behind here bc it's alll..... like what? so i literally looked up interviews from sam esmail and rumaan alam and i'm not crazy!!! the things i was like "this is the opposite of what was going on??" were actually the opposite of what was going on.

Some criticism I've seen is people saying "the movie mocks Rose's dependence on technology with the final scene" but it was like... Rose's journey was seeking her own solution to not wanting to be miserable and inside and waiting for death?? And she found it??

Quote from Sam Esmail, from Rolling Stone (emphasis mine):

During the early days of the pandemic, I remember how we were all very scared. We were scared for our loved ones, we were scared for one another, we were scared for ourselves. People were dying on a daily basis and we were locked in and trapped. There was this real sense of fear and anxiety. And then Tiger King dropped on Netflix and that was all we could talk about for weeks.  As silly as that show is, I love that we as a community dropped our differences to engage with this story and to laugh with it and talk about it. I just found that very human. I love when you can mix tragedy and comedy like that because I do think the essence of tragic comedy speaks directly to who we are and to the human condition.  So when I was constructing this story, I felt that throughout all this bleakness, to have this character, Rose, escape into something comfortable — I thought that was just something that felt like a kind of universal touchstone.

Rumaan Alam, the author, also says this to Variety:

I say it’s funny, but I don’t think it’s a joke. I don’t think it’s a joke on Rose. I don’t think it’s a joke on the audience. I don’t think it’s a joke on “Friends.” It’s a reminder that art is kind of a salve.

Sam Esmail LOVES media. He's not fucking condemning a child for wanting comfort????? Anyway. The dependence on technology isn't a point of inherent criticism, it is a point of what do we do when our survival is reliant on technology but we lose it. It's part of the horror. It's scary.

Literally, a quote from Esmail in GQ:

[It] really kind of underlines the theme of this reliance on tech, and once it goes away, what are we left with? And that in its own way is pretty terrifying.

I've seen it said Julia Roberts's character was "redeemed" in the film from her bad actions, which I so heavily disagree with, and so does Rumaan Alam, in the Variety interview:

In that final scene between Julia and Myha’la, they don’t embrace. Even prior to that, when they’re in that little shed and come to a détente, Ruth acknowledges that there’s some truth to the things that Amanda has said, that they’re in agreement about something, but it doesn’t end with a hug. It’s not that kind of story.

(A detente is "the easing of hostility or strained relations" - not a reprieve or a reconciliation, but an easing.)

These characters don't have to like or forgive each other to agree that there are things more important to survival and making it through than Amanda being overbearing and racist. Ruth lost her mother and even though Amanda steps in and maybe saves her life (we don't know what the deer were gonna do) that is not an apology! And it's not treated like one because we don't see any sort of forgiveness from Ruth!

And then the whole "it's an attack from a foreign government making the US a victim" shit. Like... GH theorizes, out loud, that this could be the US government's doing? Anyway.

[sadceline]

THE ENHYPEN HOST || 12

|| Reverse harem || ft. TXT, Mingyu (Seventeen) & BTS

WARNINGS: foul language, explicit content, group sex, humiliation, sex in public, threesome, foursoome, rough sex, red flags, immoral acts, unprotected sex, morbid jealousy, comedy, parody, possessiveness, violent quarrels, arguments, betrayals, lies, femdom sometimes.

GENRE: +18, reverse harem, comedy, enemy to lovers, friends to lovers

SUMMARY: You moved to Seoul to start over after a bad experience, and everything seems to be going well, you even manage to work for HYBE. You discover, however, that you owe them almost a billion won, money you don't have and don't know how to recover: but don't worry because Hybe itself offers you a solution.

Your body in exchange for paying off your debt.

Do you accept?

TRAILER 1

TRAILER 2

PREVIOUS CHAPTER:

FIRST CHAPTER:

Heeseung didn't understand what I said to him, and I don't know if it's because my korean isn't that good, as much as because maybe I didn't know what I was saying either.

"Heeseung, what you want from me?" I sigh, tired not of him, but of this weight I feel on my heart.

"Tomorrow.. don't fuck Niki too." He says it directly, even a little too directly.

"Except that with Niki, I wouldn't do it regardless, since he is a kid, but... what do you care? If you don't want to fuck me because others use me you certainly would have behaved differently tonight."

Heeseung suddenly moves closer to me, my breath stops. "I told you I made a mistake. I made a mistake."

"Why are you wasting your time like this? - I ask him, incredulous. - Heeseung on my room was a giant poster of you because it's probably true that I'm in love with you, because I've been betrayed and I don't have anyone else, so yes I probably clung to you, to your idea, but I didn't think I would ever really know you.- I sigh, look into his eyes and see that he is really surprised, really confused. - What I mean to say is.... if you want to have fun, then let's do it, like tonight if you like, but please stop making me think you care about me."

Maybe it's because I need sleep, maybe it's because my mind is too foggy, but at this point I can only be blunt. How dare he say that he is wrong? That he regrets it? A mistake?

Heeseung does not answer the merits of the question, however, he lifts a hand to caress me. "Why were you crying before? - He asks me, and for a second I think I just imagined giving that speech, but then I look at him bitterly. - I can't think of anything else, sorry." He says it bluntly.

"To... To the fact that I was crying?"

The young singer nods. "He... hugged you. He said it was just to fuck but he was hugging you."

"Heeseung!" I call to him angrily, he needs to stop.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry... for every fucking thing. - He says, suddenly nervous, turning away from me and deglutinating. - It's true you could have refused but... why the fuck did I do that?"

"Heeseung, I don't understand you."

He looks at me confused, then seems to become lucid again. "I'm sorry you chose this path, Amanda."

Is he crazy?

"What are you saying?"

"I don't know... - He sighs, confused, nervously scratching the back of his head. - So you're not going to fuck Sunghoon, are you? And not Niki either? Jay is with your friend now, so..."

He's not wrong... but if I don't want to do it with Riki it's really because we're four years apart and I'd feel dirty.... Sunghoon let's not even talk about it, I can't tell if I'm angry or not about.... while Jay, it's true that he's off limits now...

"What if Sunghoon wants to fuck?" I ask him, annoyed. He's basically doing the opposite of what I asked him.

"You'll tell him no."

"I won't promise." I say, avoiding his gaze.

I'm actually serious, I don't know if I can promise it, but I do know that I want to see how far this shallow, scatterbrained guy in front of me will go.

"Are you kidding?"

"Only you can decide that he fucks me?"

"Amanda!"

"You pronounce it wrong."

"Don't change the subject."

"Heeseung can we get engaged?" I ask him point-blank, he looks at me shocked, seriously doesn't know what to say?

"Amanda..."

I smile, I smile because the way he says my name has an almost patronizing tone, I smile because I already know what he was going to say. "Exactly Heeseung, I don't promise. I can leave the apartment and find the money to pay but that will still never bring me to you. I can't risk leaving, I don't want to live for years just to repay that debt...and then.... We had a good time, didn't we?"

I no longer know what to do or say, I just want to sleep and forget every word exchanged with Heeseung, every kiss, every bite or caress...forget everything. I already feel heartbroken now, and the closer I am to him, the more it will hurt. The more I hear him say misunderstandable things, the more painful it will be.

Heeseung walks back to me, looks at me, then gives me a really sad look, and my heart trembles because of him.

"I want you to have fun only with me. No matter how much I think about it..."

I watch him in silence, not knowing what to say. I don't think he's lucid yet, he's talking a lot of nonsense and especially he hasn't listened to a word I've said. That's okay, maybe I should just think about protecting myself.... Heeseung, you, right now, seem much more dangerous than Sunghoon.

"It won't be like that, though." I answer, my voice trembling, but I manage to say it anyway.

Heeseung stares at me, surprised and annoyed. "Then it's not true that you are in love with me!"

"But do you always reason like this?"

Reasoning is perhaps not the right verb, since up to now he has acted as if he hasn't thought for a single second.

"Amanda..."

"Call me by my name when you can pronounce it."

"Teach me how to do that!"

"Lee Heeseung doesn't strike me as one to remember the names and pronunciations of his fans."

He looks at me again surprised, speechless this time. He doesn't respond, who knows what he's thinking...I lower my gaze first, turning away from him to leave and head for the bathroom.

"Amanda... even if I mispronounce it, I don't think I can forget your name." He says, with his back to me.

A shiver runs through my whole body, but when I turn to him I see him motionless as he continues to have his back to me. What should I say? What should I do? I feel like crying, I want to hug him and kiss him but.... Heeseung is simply not thinking tonight.

After all, he too is just a young kid, after all, he too will be shaken by the way things went tonight.

"I'm going to wash up." I just say.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

I pause briefly, biting my lip. "No."

I leave the room and close the door behind me, at which point I seem to be able to get air again, now that I am away from him. I collapse on my knees, sitting on the floor in the dark hallway, alone.

What if Heeseung is really naive enough to fall for a girl like me? Then I really have done everything wrong since I came here.

What are these tears? Sadness, disappointment? Or anger? What if they are all these things together?

After a very long shower, though tentative I return to Heeseung's room. He is still not sleeping, he is in the bathroom of his room - only he and Jungwon have one. I didn't want to go to Jay's room because that would be weird, so I'm still wearing Heeseung's sweatshirt.

I don't know which side I should sleep on, so I simply sit on the bed. The minutes go by and the fatigue becomes more and more unbearable, it was definitely a tiring day from the beginning.

Eventually I end up falling asleep, I don't even realize it because I lay all over the bed and who knows how long I continue sleeping. When I open my eyes again it is morning, although the light seems very dim behind the almost completely closed shutters of Heeseung's room.

He sleeps beside me, almost completely naked. When I notice this I jerk on the bed, but he does not notice and continues to sleep. As I suspected, I find myself practically in the middle of the bed, Heeseung seems to have fallen asleep on the edges so as not to wake me up.... but what.... does that mean?

Why does he pretend to be so sweet?

It's cold in the room, the air conditioner is on and it's very strong, if I feel cold then... he wearing only boxers, letting me see his magnificent, massive, slender body, will die of cold.

I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway seeing him -- like that. I get up being careful not to move the bed too much, get a blanket from the closet and put it on him, as I do so I can't help but stare at his beautiful face as he sleeps. He is so beautiful.

As I leave the room I look at Jay's bedroom door and sigh, I need to get some things... but should I do? I know it's not a problem for Ester, but should I?

I go to the kitchen, I need a water first. I have a headache and my mouth is dry, it tastes like alcohol and sex. I hear the sound of pans, I hear the sound of burning stoves - there is someone.... and why Jay?

He looks at me expressionless as he adds spices, then back to his stove. "Early bird."

I walk over to the fridge and grab a bottle of water. "Good morning."

"Morning." He answers coldly, I shiver.

"Ester... did everything go well?"

But why was that the first thing I asked? Because I'm a good friend, right? He looks at me almost tenderly, as if he almost feels pity, then smiles.

"What exactly do you want to know?"

I look away before drinking from the small bottle.

Jay chuckles again. "Did you have a good time tonight?"

Should I tell Jay what happened tonight? No... what good would that do? He seems like a completely different person with me by now, and maybe I should have expected that....

"You're not one to take advice, are you?"

I swallow, lowering my face. "You're so different..."

"And that surprises you?" He asks in an incredulous tone.

"I'm sorry."

But why am I apologizing? And for what?

"You said I looked different to you - he smiles, I can see that - but maybe you just thought I was an idiot."

I look at him surprised, not expecting that. No, it's all wrong. I've always-... always held him in high esteem, I've always thought he was really a genius, one of those who doesn't even need to put in the effort to do it, though, because his minimum is still the maximum compared to many others.

Why does he say things like that?

"It's not like that, Jay!" I say, but my voice is shaking.

"Ah no?"

"W-What was I supposed to do? Why are you all o-obsessed with screwing other people? That's why I'm here!"

What am I saying? Am I throwing myself down even more?

"Is that why you're here? - I see him smiling again, but he doesn't really seem amused. - Then I should use you too."

How can he say such things while simply cooking breakfast? I... I am so surprised that I don't even know how to react to his statement.

"Did you... Did you do that, with Ester?" I ask, again.

WHY do the words come out of my mouth on their own? Damn it Amanda, does this really seem like the time to do this?

"Yes, it was great. - He replies, sighing in amusement as he removes some pots and pans from the stove. - Wow, she's really, really bendy for such a little one."

I swallow nervously, why is he telling me these things? If what he says is true, then the idea of using me shouldn't even touch him--not Jay--not him, I don't allow him to be an asshole.

"G-Good for you." I say, taking a very long sip of water.

"She told me you're very chill with each other and it's not a problem if you fuck the same guys." He says nonchalantly.

I look at him even more surprised. "Not... not at the same time."

"She didn't say that. - Sighs Jongseong, after washing his hands, looking at me serious. - So let's not worry about it."

strike!

No, he needs to explain what he means! His idea sounds really perverse, I'm not going to participate against such a close good friend like her - but I don't have time to ask him that Sunghoon enters the kitchen and I stiffen.

Even he is surprised to see me, given the way he looks at me. I look away and so does he, saying nothing for the moment. He makes himself some coffee, doesn't even say good morning, the rude man.

Jay comes up to me, pushes me toward the chair. "Come on, eat."

Sunghoon glances sidelong at us, then sips his coffee in silence while looking at his cell phone.

"I'm not hungry..." I admit, under my breath, though I sit down anyway.

Jonseong glares at me. "No, you have to eat now. You drank a lot yesterday."

I lower my gaze, my stomach really clenched -- how could I eat after all that has happened? "I...okay..."

Sunghoon takes his of plate and sits in front of me, not saying anything, just starting to eat.

Jay doesn't sit with us, he eats from the stove, quickly. "I'm going to go now. - He explains, as he sets up the stove. He looks at me seriously. - Be careful today."

I have the chills, again. Today is the fourth shift, Niki's. Jay leaves, only Sunghoon and I remain, as soon as I hear the front door close I get up and leave.

"Eat." He says to me, after a while.

I don't even look at him. "Don't worry about me."

"Instead I do, do you want to stop me? Can you do that?" He is aggressive from the early hours of the morning.

"Did you sleep well?" I smile nervously.

Sunghoon laughs. "Actually no...my sleep was disturbed."

"Really? - I ask, my voice still shaking, but I'm also annoyed. I take some rice, bring it to my lips but don't eat it. - How come?"

He watches as I eat my bite, then sighs. "It was so hard that I couldn't sleep."

What. WHAT.

Sunghoon? What are you saying? Have you gone crazy too?

I look at him stiffly, surprised, confused, damn, even horny.

Entering the kitchen Jaeyun, already ready to leave, looks at me and literally my stomach clenches. I lay down my chopsticks and look down, Sunghoon witnesses the scene and snorts, again.

"So much noise tonight." He exclaims, sweeping me away.

Sunghoon laughs. "I didn't hear anything."

In fact, Jake's room is the closest to Heeseung's.

"Good morning." I say embarrassed.

Sunghoon seems to get impatient. "Yah, do you want to eat?"

"Stop saying that, it's not like I'm a child. If I'm hungry, I'll eat."

"How can a person not be hungry after... - He stops, laughs, laughs really amused, then quickly recomposes himself. - After four days, come on don't be a fucking kid."

Jake sits next to me, after getting his breakfast, his dishes are different from ours, maybe he doesn't eat normal things? Is Jay in charge of all this? Wow...he is so thoughtful....

No bad person would do things like that. But then what happened just now? Was he serious?

"The important thing is that you're okay." Jaeyun says relaxedly.

Sunghoon looks at him with disgust. "What?"

"Keep eating, come on." The boy tells him.

Not understanding what's going on, I sigh and grab more rice.

"Eat the meat, too." Sunghoon complains.

"Do you want to try this? - Jake asks me handing me a bite of his browned vegetables maybe, he brings it close to my mouth and I spontaneously open my mouth. - It's good." He says, as he watches me chew, after narrowing his gaze curiously.

"It is." I comment, surprised.

Sunghoon sneers annoyed, I savor the taste of Jay's cooking. Of course he's really good at cooking... his wife will be lucky.

"You look a little pale - Jake sighs as he looks at his plate - did Heeseung do something to you that you didn't want?"

"N-N...No..."

"You wanted it, didn't you?" Sunghoon asks amused.

I snort in annoyance. "Why do you have a different breakfast?" I ask, changing the subject.

"I asked Jay to make something light, I didn't feel like meat." He explains quietly.

"Jay takes care of you, doesn't he?" I ask, looking at the dish - even the plating is pretty.

Jungwon also enters the kitchen, is sleepy, rubs his eyes, and then gives me a cool smile. It's refreshing, it makes me feel better so I involuntarily reciprocate.

"Good morning." Says the leader.

"Good morning..." I smile briefly, going back to eating.

Jungwon approaches the kitchen and looks at the dishes in wonder. "Woah, today looks better than usual."

"It must be that he was in a good mood since he screwed Amanda's friend last night." Says Sunghoon, who eats slowly, as if he is not hungry.

I don't respond, I know he's provoking me. Wait... but how does he know they slept together? Was he listening to us or did Jay tell him? Or did he simply suspect it, knowing Jay much better than I do?

"Eat this too." Jake says, putting some condiments in my bowl.

I look at him, sighing. "Thank you Jaeyun..." My voice comes out thin, broken.

I feel guilty, but he doesn't seem angry. The guilt I guess is toward myself.

"How kind." Sunghoon clicks his tongue, observing us.

I take some of the seasonings he gave me and take a big bite. "Wah.. Jay is great."

Jungwon sits next to me, looks at my plate then smiles and starts eating. "Had a good night?" He asks me.

I can't tell if he's teasing me or if he's really naive, but if I'm wondering... it's probably the first.

"Yes, thank you..."

"Has Heeseung been harassed? He usually sleeps naked. - As I was swallowing the mouthful, choking, Jungwon amusedly hands me the water bottle opened by him. - Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

He says this, and I notice that he has different eyes, very different from how I've always seen them from photos, from the Weverse live he does. Jungwon... he doesn't look as innocent as I thought, and the way he looks at me proves it. I'm... honored? embarrassed? I don't know, but he is really very handsome and has a really elegant face.

"I told you to eat." He reminds me of Sunghoon as I continue to stare at Jungwon's profile.

"Are you worrying now? Are you being thoughtful?" Sighs Jake, annoyed.

"Why don't you mind your own business?"

Before the situation worsens, Niki also arrives in the kitchen, who - unlike Heeseung - not only sleeps almost naked but also walks around in it. He is undoubtedly quite a sight....

He makes himself some coffee without bothering to say good morning to anyone, to tell the truth I don't feel particularly agitated, perhaps because I'm pretty sure he doesn't give a damn about spending time with me.

Fortunately, I dare say.

"Did you wake up early? - Niki asks me, not actually looking at me as he speaks but I'm sure he's addressing me. - You should have rested well, considering the day ahead."

His deep, warm voice, completely discordant with the fact that he is only a kid, truth be told, makes me agitated. He will turn 19 in december but he remains a child, however ethereal, enchanting, simply breathtakingly beautiful.

"What?" Jake asks instead of me, taking the words out of my mouth.

"What?" Niki asks, his expression serious but his tone almost ironic.

"You... what are you planning to do today?"

"I have to go sign some releases, then I have to stop by Hybe to meet a lawyer. - He explains quietly, eating breakfast standing behind the counter. - Then I have a lunch and a few other commitments in the afternoon. I need a secretary..."

Jungwon looks at him surprised. "A lawyer?"

"A lunch with whom?" Sunghoon asks.

"My lawyer is no good anymore, he's been creating a lot of damage for me lately."

"Aren't you going to answer me?" The ice prince asks again.

I can't believe it. Has everyone gone crazy? I don't know what to think, unless it's all a dream, I just don't understand.

"Isn't enough for you to know that they are my friends?" The japanese boy asks.

"Just because of that."

"Ah, hyung - sighs the maknae, amused. - You make me really want to hang out with my shady friends."

Sunghoon gets up from the table, glaring at him. "What friends? And why does she have to come?"

"What? You guys can carry her around like a puppy but I can't? At least with me she will really fulfill her duties...you are just annoying her."

Jake pulls his plate away from the front, smiling nervously. "Are you finished? With your skit I mean."

"What duties are you talking about?" Sunghoon asks again, completely ignoring the rest of the speech.

I look at him dumbly... why is he doing this? Couldn't this reaction of his perhaps give me some clues? Niki's friends, actually are the TXTs, but he probably has lots of other friends so it seems unlikely to me that it's lunch with them.

But Sunghoon?

"You know which ones I'm talking about." Niki laughs.

I paralyze myself. He's joking, it's obvious but why am I uncomfortable anyway?

"You can't carry her around." Jaeyun says.

"I'll say she's one of the staff."

"Isn't she a little too pretty to be one of the staff?" Questions Jungwon, who just said I'm cute! Oh he is so sweet... or not?

"Just cover her face, but as for clothes - says Riki, addressing me in that sensual warm voice - wear whatever you want."

"No, she can't wear what she wants." Sunghoon replies, annoyed.

"Yes, we will be careful."

I made a mistake once by dressing provocatively while "dating" Heeseung but now that I know Riki's plans, and the fact that he wants to go to the agency, I will have to dress very anonymously...so the discussion is pointless.

"Don't worry about my outfit." I sigh, eating the side dishes... I no longer crave rice...I prefer to enjoy the cooking, the preparations of the side dishes prepared by Jay's hands.

Now that I know him permanently away from me, now that I know that an irreparable chasm has formed between us, I feel very lonely. No matter what Heeseung says or how much Jake or Sunghoon pretend to care about me, I feel lonely without Jay.

Perhaps because he seemed to be the only one who could be trusted.

I guess he just wanted to scare me a little because I let him down....

"Go get ready noona - Riki tells me, biting into a slice of toast - let's go soon."

"She's still eating breakfast." Jungwon says.

I stand up, actually, maybe it's better to stop eating the stuff Jay prepared, every bite seems to break my heart. "No, it's okay.. I'm done. Thanks for breakfast." I say, taking my plate.

"Are you hurry to go have fun with your customer today?" Sunghoon asks me, obviously making me uncomfortable.

The leader glares at him. "Come on, don't be an asshole."

Jake sighs annoyed. "You always have something to say, don't you?"

"What, are you her knights that you have to defend her?" The ice bastard laughingly asks.

"How childish you are." Sighs Jungwon, though he is amused, I can tell.

Why do I get these strange vibes from him? Yet until today I thought he was a naive, sweet boy.... But now he doesn't seem so innocent.

"I feel like you haven't understood that you don't have to talk when I'm around." Sighs Niki, setting down his slice of bread.

Sunghoon walks around the table, going next to the younger man. "What the fuck did you say?" He has a serious, full voice.

"Hey hey!" Jungwon calls them back, placing a hand on Sunghoon's chest.

I stand in front of the japanese man who looks like he's about to go at him, looking at him sternly. "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you telling him anything?" He asks me, confidentially.

I am surprised but also... happy? "Forget it... he's just a hypocrite." I say, pretending to be calm.

Sunghoon sneers in disbelief. "Sorry, what?"

"Do you really have the nerve to ask that?" I ask him.

Sunghoon seems to calm down physically but continues to give me a nervous expression; he is not uncomfortable he is simply pissed off at me. He is just mad but why?

"I'll go get ready." I say, tired.

I've had little sleep, I'm pissed off as well, plus I don't know what to expect from Niki. Still, though, he strikes me as someone you can talk to... maybe he's just playing up to his hyungs.

Riki comes with me, leaving the kitchen, however instead of returning directly to his room he follows me. I only notice when I get to Jay's room, he is smiling strangely.

"Noona, wear a short skirt today." He whispers to me, amused.

I pale, surprised, backing away. "What?"

"It's hot outside."

I remain silent, not quite sure what to think. "Why?"

"I like skirts. I also liked the dress you had on last night--wear something like that."

"Niki so I'll catch your attention right away!"

"I'll give you one of my coats, it's so big to covers you all over. - He says, running his tongue across his perfect, white teeth. - You won't even get out of the car most of the time anyway."

"But...then why should I dress like this?"

He looks at me seriously for a second, as if he doesn't understand what I just said, then smiles again. "We have to go to lunch later, shall we?"

Um, I'm scared. I don't feel like dressing skimpily while I'm in a restaurant with him... isn't that simply and obviously too dangerous?

I swallow, backing away a few more steps. "You're not going to.. do strange things, are you?" I ask him, alarmed.

Niki thins his already very sharp gaze, seeming to be annoyed by the question. "They don't seem so strange to me."

I...don't know what to say. How am I supposed to argue if he keeps giving me half-answers?

"I'm... serious."

Niki comes up to my ear and touches it. "Just go get ready, noona. Put on something nice, don't make me bad impression." Niki's voice is warm, but when he whispers... he seems to touch all the way to the fucking soul.

Make a bad impression on whom? Ah, maybe his friends. Of course, someone like Nishimura Riki must have friends of TXT's caliber, surely many others of his own idol generation... I should make myself look good no matter what.

"O....Ok..." I say, feeling...small, but I'm older than him.

Riki goes back to his room, I.... I have to maximize my time, I can't take two hours like yesterday. I get underwear from Jay's room, take an outfit from Heeseung's room (who is still asleep), and then get ready in the bathroom outside.

I am quite satisfied with my outfit:

guys sorry for the bad quality with shein logo but it's just an experiment

It's sexy, but it's also cute, plus I don't have any fancier stuff with me so this is the best I can do. I wonder for several minutes whether I should wear a bra or not, the shirt being very tight and with a somewhat transparent fabric, but the truth is that I don't want.... maybe also because it was Heeseung who told me not to wear it, so as not to ruin my breasts.

I would rather not wear it, so I don't. It certainly won't be a bra that will instigate Niki, I'm not going to do anything with him, that's my position and I'm not going to change my mind.

When I come out of the bathroom, prepared and perfumed, I look at myself in the mirror and don't know how to get into Heeseung's room, since I left my cell phone charging. I pull myself together and go in, he is no longer in bed and the door to his bathroom is closed...should I leave without even saying goodbye? That seems a bit excessive to me....

But isn't calling him just to say hello just as inappropriate? What should I do?

Meanwhile, I go to get my cell phone, which should be on the bedside table but isn't there. I am...surprised? In fact I might as well have imagined putting it on charge, however my charger is actually attached.

"Looking for this?" Heeseung asks me, seeing me crawling to check under the bed and between the bed frame and the mattress.

Holding my cell phone, I glare at him. "How did you unlock it?"

"I saw when you were entering the code. Whose date of birth is it?" He admits bluntly as he approaches me.

I rise, sighing. "You shouldn't take someone's phone without their permission."

"But how did you get dressed? Where are you going? - He asks me, noticing my attire; he is still in his pajamas. - Are you going with Niki?"

"Yes but look we're not going to do anything." I sigh - but what do I do? Do I justify myself to him? Why do I feel so in awe?

"You tell me dressed like that? And then the bra-"

"Didn't you say not to use it? - I smile. - And I don't owe you any explanation anyway. I've told you too much too."

Heeseung looks at me stunned for several seconds, wow.... it's so beautiful already from the morning, it really leaves me at a loss for words. Stop staring at me like that... you're simply irresistible.

"Really?" He asks me, serious.

I swallow confused. "What?"

"You're not going to do anything with him?" He asks again, moving closer to me as his eyes narrow sensually on me.

"Riki is just a k-kid, I d-did tell you." I stammer, unable to ignore the fact that I want him so badly, even at this moment, and he is so close....

He caresses me, the tips of our noses touching. "Wouldn't you like to do that with everyone? - He asks me in a whisper. - Wouldn't you like to be used only by me, all the time?"

Oh fuck. My knees almost give out and how hot all of a sudden.. He notices that I am flustered, but instead of pulling away and letting me catch my breath, he kisses me. He kisses me as usual, using his tongue in such a...dirty...way.

"He...Hees..." He doesn't leave me time to speak.

He squeezes my breasts as he begins greedily licking my neck too, kissing me, biting me. "You can also just be my...little slut."

Damn this little kid! But how can he be horny 9after all the times he... came... last night? And why does he have to be so good, too? Why do I want to sink into him the more I'm in his arms?

"Hees..seung...st...stop..." I moan, he will end up smearing my makeup, and now because of him my nipples are so hard, besides being completely wet.

"You said you won't do it with Niki, right?" He asks again, biting my nipple and making me wince in pain.

"No...I don't."

He knows full well that sucking on my shirt will leave a halo of saliva, but he starts to do it anyway, I plug my mouth as I moan softly. I don't want them to hear us, again.

"I like when you're obedient." He says, amused, as he slips a hand between my legs and begins to masturbate me.

I gasp, embarrassed. "Stop it."

They knock, rather impetuously, too.

Heeseung does not move his hand, in fact, he moves it faster, I cover my mouth with both hands.

"Amanda, come out. We have to go."

"She's coming." Heeseung answers for me, continuing to masturbate shamelessly, while outside poor unsuspecting Riki waits. The door is not closed, but the young man has not opened it.

"S-Sto..." I whisper but eventually only moans come out.

"Look I'm going in in two seconds."

Heeseung sucks on my skin at the level of my collarbone, leaving yet another mark, the deranged man is seriously branding me but I'm letting him, as I enjoy his fingers.

"Where will you go?" Heeseung ask.

"To have fun." He only answers, Niki, and the ace seems to mind his mysteriousness, he's just going faster and faster and deeper with his fingers inside my pussy, as my pleasure wets both my panties and my shorts under my skirt, I'm about to have a clitoral orgasm

What is it that you can't do, Lee Heeseung?

"When are you coming back?" He asks again.

"Who knows."

Heeseung bites my nipple again, hard, it really hurts but then.. he starts sucking on it, continuing to make me enjoy myself, I am upset again because of him. I cling to his shoulders as I come, red in the face and my eyes out of their sockets.

My God.

"All right, I'm coming in, then." He says.

I, startled, push Heeseung away, turning my back and falling to the floor like a damned idiot. "Fuck!" I exclaim.

Niki enters the room, seeing me on the floor, reaches for me and so does Heeseung, both of them suddenly holding out their hands to me. I stand staring at their hands shocked...what the... hell?

"Noona, did he hit you?" Riki spontaneously asks me, as if it were a perfectly probable thing.

The older man looks at him offended and indignant. "Do you want to die?"

"No...I fell, sorry." I say, using my hair to hide my nipples and the damn hickey.

Since I don't take either of their hands, Niki grabs me by the wrists and lifts me up as if I weighed nothing -- lifting me up, however, my chest is totally under his gaze, as are the patches of saliva around my stiff nipples. He looks me in the face and then shakes his head contritely.

"Aish, noona...can't you just be good?"

Would that be my fault? Well, maybe...a little bit.... No! What am I saying!

"Yah, I asked what time are you coming back?"

"I said I don't know." Sighs Riki, placing a hand on my hip, very close to my, uh, ass.

Heeseung, visibly irritated, grabs me by the arm and pulls me away from him. "I saved my number on your phone - he says, moving closer to my ear - I also took some pictures. Don't think strange things and be careful, no one has my number."

Riki doesn't like that we keep talking because he grabs me by the wrist and drags me away, I can only stay staring at Heeseung as long as I'm allowed. Really? Do I have his number now? Lee Heeseung's number?

All while Nishimura Riki drags me along?

Never mind, I'm really starting to believe I'm dreaming.

"So... - I ask, after he gives me his coat, even though it's way too hot to wear it, and after we get into the elevator, we go straight to the parking lot. - What's up?"

He looks at me surprised, then turns around offended. "Don't talk to me, noona."

"W-Why?"

"You were letting Heeseung touch you during my shift."

"This is grown-up stuff, Riki..." I sigh, tired.

"Don't treat me like a child just because you're a few years older."

"Did you want a serious answer?"

He doesn't answer me, he proceeds first and I follow in silence, I think I've annoyed him. I thought Niki was a little less crazy than the others.

Instead I end up being shocked when I see his incredibly attractive driver. He's a really good-looking middle-aged man, I can't stop looking at him... he looks like an actor but he's just Niki's driver.... This is unbelievable.

The man looks at me and I swallow, Niki opens the door behind me and waves me in, I comply.

"Do you really let Heeseung treat you like that? What about Sunghoon? - He asks me, after he too has taken a seat and waved the driver to leave. - Just because you want to fuck them? Or do you just like it because they use you and then insult you?"

I blush at his language, perhaps because I really see him as little more than a teenager. I... I can't honestly deny it, but I refrain. "Niki, I honestly don't get it."

He huffs, is offended but strangely says nothing more and gets on his cell phone. I look at mine and still can't believe I have that fool's number! Does he really? Why does he keep raising the bar?

It will get more and more painful, but for the moment, I am so infatuated with this whole situation that I cannot lucidly draw the obvious conclusions.

During the morning, we stop at two different places, but I practically stay in the car the whole time, alone with the driver...it's very awkward but he remains professional and never turns toward me, so I can observe him the whole time quietly.

By mid-morning I feel deeply bored, moreover, I thought I would enter Hybe but he left me in the car again.

I suddenly remember that Heeseung said he had taken pictures! I run to open the gallery and....

Ah.

Heeseung you are a pig.

Oh my... but this is the first time I've seen him so well, and he's just magnificent. He's got the color of his skin, he's thick and homogeneous, he looks like... sort of like a.. baguette?

Even the fact that he's holding it with that beautiful hand of his, with his thick fingers, while you can see veins on his wrist. Oh my... ok...I'm really turned on.

I close the phone, I just turn it off. Oh my god.

Damn it Lee Heeseung, is that really all you think about? And why the hell do I like it?

I turn it back on shortly after because while waiting I don't know what to do.

When Niki gets back to the car he has two glass, they look like bubble tea - it's actually a japanese drink, so I smile thinking that still he remains a kid from Okayama who likes snacks from his area.

"Here, I didn't know what flavor you preferred so I got a fruit one and a classic - he says, making himself comfortable next to me. - Pick the one you want, I like both."

I love this drink, I like it all ways, however I would actually prefer fruity flavors, I love green tea, in short... I think I have already chosen.

"Can I really?" I ask him, visibly excited.

Riki doesn't answer me right away, just stares at me and then coughs. "Yes."

I take the more colorful glass, then Riki waves the driver to start up again. Wow, this bubble tea is really outstanding, I love the gelatinous texture of these bubbme, I'm really enjoying it. Even Niki notices, as he looks at me amused.

"Do you like it?"

I compose myself, sitting up nicely. "Yes, quite."

"You make a very cute face when you drink it. I'll buy it for you more often."

I smile spontaneously, not only because I like bubble tea but also because it would be nice if Niki and I could be friends, right? Maybe this is the one thing that could maybe actually happen.

"Ah...thank you."

"I'll pick up something from a friend now and then we'll go to lunch." He tells me, looking back at his phone.

I get a message, a shudder thinking it might be Hees.... No, it's Heeseung! He saved himself in the phonebook as "Star boy".

Star boy: What are you doing for lunch, where are you going?

I don't know what to answer - I don't know how I could answer him. Am I still in awe of him despite the fact that he has literally fucked me in every way? What kind of strange chemical reaction is this?

Niki takes the phone out of my hand, looking me annoyed. "I'm talking to you."

"Excuse me! - I answer quickly, surprised by my own reaction. - I don't..."

"Do you want it? - He asks, bringing my cell phone closer to me with one hand. - Why don't you take it?"

It seems playful, joking, I see no harm in it. Although he says it in a terribly sensual way, it's not her fault, it's her silly, deep, sexy voice.

"Come on... - I laugh naively, approaching him and trying to take it but without too much agonism, I know he'll give it back to me in a little while. - Don't be like that, I swear I won't use it-" I paralyze myself seeing him shove it inside his jeans.

"Come on, noona, take it."

Out of the corner of my eye I look at the driver, this time, from the mirror I see he's looking at me too. Oh no, what! What is Niki doing in front of this man? In fact, what is Niki just doing!

"Riki but what are you... are you doing?" I laugh, nervous, uncomfortable.

"Do you want a hand? - He asks me, then unbuttons his own flap. - Here, you do the rest."

"L-Look, I'm much older than you! And then - I whisper - in front of this man?"

Niki grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer to him, then starts squeezing my nipples, and I like an idiot do nothing to stop him, while the driver, keeps looking at us.

"Stop it Niki!"

"Just call me Riki, noona." Says the kid, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his cock, I feel the phone.

"Look.. I.. - I try to talk but he kisses my neck and he's really good for just a little kid. - Ri..Riki..."

"You like it, don't you? - He asks, amused by my humiliation, here's yet another sadist. He pulls away my phone and insert my hand in its place, forcing me to move it along his erection to give him pleasure. - You really like it."

"No... Riki I don't want to." I try to force myself, pulling away but he prevents me and I realize he is laughing, laughing heartily.

"Noona... why are you resisting? You know too that the only thing you want is to be fucked all the time...do you want to refuse today? That's fine with me, but next week I'll fuck you twice as hard, to the point where you won't even be able to stay up."

E-Eh?

Did I really hear... did I really hear right? Is this guy with the expression of a mad kid in front of me really serious? Judging by how hard he is, I think so.

"Noona... you're here to let me use you too, and I'm looking forward to it. If you fight it, it's just more fun for me.. in fact, maybe you should do it."

NEXT CHAPTER:

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Ch 2 - Claiming your birthright

HOTD x Targaryen!OC, eventual Targaryen!OC x Harwin Strong

Warnings: none, fluff, Nyra and Daena being adorable besties

Masterlist

"In 105 AC, Prince Daemon claimed Caraxes, the Blood Wyrm, for himself. Caraxes was previously ridden by Prince Aemon, Daemon's uncle. This fact made many people at court wary, especially Ser Otto Hightower, the Hand, for Prince Daemon was hotheaded and quick to anger. It seemed he found his equal in Caraxes. Prince Daemon was also the wielder of Dark Sister, one of the ancestral swords of House Targaryen. As for his daughter, her egg never hatched. Nevertheless, this would not stop the Prince in his journey to make his beloved Daena a dragon rider like himself."

(Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros, by Archmaester Gyldayn)

~

The next day was the first official day of Rhaenyra's name day celebration. The whole of the Red Keep was bustling with excitement - from the cooks in the Royal kitchens to the stable boys and of course, the Royal family. Daena was expected to be there for her cousin and make this special day even more special. Today at noon the celebration would officially begin with a great feast in the Great Hall. 

She was woken up by Amanda and told that Rhaenyra had called for her for a visit. They were to break fast with the Queen. Daena liked the idea of that. Queen Aemma was kind, soft-spoken, loving, and nothing but caring. She was always nice to Daena. But Daena felt bad for her. Every time Daena saw her, which wasn't a lot but still, she was pregnant. And as far as Daena knew, none of the babies the Queen was pregnant with survived. Daena, dressed in a simple silk dress decorated with bronze and silver threads, was now being escorted to the Queen's chambers. 

There, she was greeted by Rhaenyra who pulled her in a tight hug. "Cousin! You're here! We're going to have the best time today!" Nyra exclaimed happily. 

"And why is that, dear cousin?" Daena asked. Nyra giggled, pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear. 

"Because...I convinced Father and Uncle Daemon to let you see Syrax! I know how much you wished for it. So I thought we could do it after the feast!" Nyra said. 

Daena's eyes widened in shock. Daena couldn't contain the squeal that left her mouth. She and Nyra jumped in delight. Aemma was chuckling in the back.

~

At noon the great feast began. She had the honor of sitting next to Rhaenyra. "You're the closest thing I have to a sister. I think you deserve to sit next to me." Nyra told her when they sat down at the high table. From there, Daena could see the entire Hall and all the lords and ladies who came for the celebration. 

Uncle Viserys was in the middle. To his right was Queen Aemma and next to her was Ser Otto Hightower. To the King's left was Rhaenyra. To Daena's left was her father, Daemon. After the first course, Rhaenyra got up and danced with their cousin, Laenor Velaryon. Daena never interacted much with him. She preferred his sister, Laena. Laena was a year younger than Daena and was lively and fun to play with.

During the feast, Daena could see many people looking her way and whispering to each other. The daughter of the Rogue Prince was making her first official appearance at court. She didn't understand why they all feared her father. He was always kind and gentle with her. He would braid her hair and teach her High Valyrian.

He would sing her lullabies in the ancient language. Most importantly, he would comfort her anytime she was sad about not having a dragon. But apparently, other people thought he was "dangerous" and "cruel as Maegor". She wanted to roll her eyes at those ridiculous words. 

After the feast held in the Great Hall, Daena was tired. Well, not tired per se, she felt heavy and sleepy from eating so much food. She yawned quietly and saw Nyra looking at her. "Issi ao ēdrugī, hāedar?" (Are you sleepy, little sister/cousin?) Rhaenyra asked Daena.

Daena smiled sheepishly and nodded her head. Nyra chuckled and took Daena's hand in hers. "Nyke tolī. Māzigon va. Ivestragī's jikagon se gūrogon iā adere ēdrugon." (Me too. Come on. Let's go and take a nap.) The two young princesses walked happily hand in hand toward Rhaenyra's bed chamber. 

There, they took off their dresses and were left only in their small clothes. They unbraided each other's silver hair. Daena pulled the big, heavy velvet curtains over the windows. They crawled into Rhaenyra's bed and slept with full bellies and happy hearts. 

~

Daemon couldn't wait for the feast to be over. The only reason he was there in the first place is because it was expected of him, as the King's brother. Also, he knew just how much it meant to his niece, Rhaenyra, and his daughter Daena. The two girls were inseparable and were sisters in everything but name. His primary goal in coming to the capital was to secure a dragon for his precious girl. Even now he could hear people whispering around the court about how his daughter's egg didn't hatch. How it's too late for her. 

"Lies. All lies." He claimed Caraxes when he was 24. His daughter had plenty of time to claim one for herself. But Daemon was anything but a patient person. So, of course, he was planning on speeding up the process. He planned on suggesting to the King that, since Daena was down South, she should visit the ancient ancestral seat of their House - Dragonstone. There, she could explore the island and its many caves. Hopefully, she would bond with a hatchling.

"Where is that mischievous little girl?" Daemon murmured to himself as he walked down the halls of the Red Keep. He checked her room. She wasn't there. She must've snuck somewhere, away from the buzz of the court. And if his instincts were right, she wasn't alone. 

He quickly turned to the other hallway, which housed Rhaenyra's room. In front of her door was her sworn shield, Ser Harrold Westerling. "Prince Daemon." The knight greeted him. 

"Ser Harrold...did you by any chance see my daughter? I can't seem to locate her." Daemon inquired. The knight nodded, opened the heavy oak door, and gestured for Daemon to walk in. So he did. The sight that greeted him warmed his rogue heart.

On top of the big oak bed, his little girl was curled up with her favorite cousin, the two blissfully asleep. Their silver hair was loose, their round cheeks red from the heat of the fireplace. The room was barely lit and the air was stuffy. Their little hands were intertwined. They seemed to be hugging each other, their breaths mingling. He originally wanted to scold Daena for sneaking out of the feast with Rhaenyra, but he didn't have the heart to wake them up now.

At the foot of the bed, he saw a book, lying open. It seems the girls were reading before taking a nap. He picked it up. It was in High Valyrian. This particular chapter was about commands riders would use on their dragons. "My little dragon...always eager to learn." Daemon thought to himself with a smile on his face. 

He walked closer to the edge of the bed and looked at the sleeping figure of his little girl. She was so beautiful, she looked like a little angel - now even more so. He caressed her rosy cheek and moved a silver curl from her face. "Ñuha gevie riña." (My beautiful girl.) He whispered and pulled the covers over their small bodies. He left the room silently. 

"Inform me when the Princesses wake up." He told Ser Harrold and went in the direction of the stables to get his horse. He was going to the Dragonpit with a plan in his mind.

~

They were awakened by the harsh afternoon sunlight. Daena could feel the light hitting her eyes. She groaned and turned around, almost colliding with Nyra's face. 

"Princesses...It seems you fell asleep. Prince Daemon told me to wake you up. Have you forgotten about your little arrangement in the Dragonpit?" Amanda told them with a small smile on her face. 

"Oh Gods! Yes, of course! Come on Daena, get dressed!" Rhaenyra said with a gasp and urged her cousin to get dressed quickly. 

"But my clothes are in my room...Besides...I don't have any clothes for dragon riding..." Daena argued. 

"That's not a problem. Take one of my suits." Nyra offered graciously. This made Daena smile a wide smile. 

The trip to the Dragonpit was short. The two girls chatted the whole time so the time went by quickly. Once they arrived, Daena could not believe her eyes. The Dragonpit was a huge, cavernous building made to house the dragons. And the sight that greeted her brought a smile to her face. Her father, Daemon was scratching the scales of his monstrous red dragon, Caraxes, known as the Blood Wyrm. She could see that Caraxes was restless to fly.

"Come, sweet girl. He won't hurt you." Daemon called for her. She looked at Rhaenyra who was beside her. Nyra just smiled a mischievous smile. 

"But what about you? You told me I would see Syrax." Daena questioned.

"Don't worry. I will introduce you two later. Now, go!" Nyra said and pushed her deeper into the Pit. 

Daena slowly approached her father and his dragon. She has seen the dragon many times. Her father took her hand and pressed it against Caraxes's hot scales. For a second she thought her skin would melt off her hands, but it didn't. The dragon clicked and whistled, happy to see his rider's child. He could sense the little being was a Targaryen, that she was Daemon's offspring, and that she too had the blood of the dragon. His big yellow eyes bore into her lilac ones.

"He likes you. He can tell - you're a dragon too." Daemon told his daughter. She smiled shyly, happy that her father's dragon liked her. 

"Now. Climb up." Daemon ordered her. She whipped her head. 

"What!?" Daena said, shocked. 

"You heard me. Climb up. I will be right behind you." He assured her. She took a deep breath and started climbing the ropes to get to the saddle, her father right behind her. 

"Sōvēs Caraxes!" (Fly Caraxes!) She heard her father say behind her. And then, they flew. 

High Valyrian:

Issi ao ēdrugī, hāedar? - Are you sleepy, little sister/cousin?

Nyke tolī. Māzigon va. Ivestragī's jikagon se gūrogon iā adere ēdrugon. - Me too. Come on. Let's go and take a nap. 

Ñuha gevie riña. - My beautiful girl. 

Sōvēs Caraxes! - Fly Caraxes! 

***

In this chapter we see more of Daena's bond with both Nyra and her father. It was mostly filler but next chapter will be a crucial one for Daena.

Hope you liked it, and thanks for reading! ❤❤❤

If you have any opinions feel free to comment!

[lambjock]

lis : double exposure ramble … some vague vinh and max thoughts. very incoherent but oh well!

i think they are so sweet …. vinh is so desolate, and barren, and he spent so much of his life waiting for safi to come back to him, to love him back, maybe, if she ever did at all. just secretly treasuring the memories they shared and staring after her … has made mistakes, big ones, human ones, all flawed and fucked up and trying to be casual about it. he is king — wanted to be, anyway. cannot be. doesn’t want to be anymore. but is still, somehow, some inane impossibility … suffers quietly despite being worshipped and fawned over, bad for others, because he is sinking himself. snippy! traumatized, regretful. carries ghosts and bad habits and has a veneer of attitude, of pompous asshole bullshit, but is easily fragile and handled wrong without fail, every time.

but then here’s max …. and it starts all over again for him, this lovesick, fond thing. but maybe it’s right??? this time???

she is there and trustworthy and a savior — haunted, and he likes that about her, very much so, seeing her ringed, doe eyes that always seem too watery and knowing his eyes look similar. sees how she slouches and slinks about, insecure, uncertain, hesitant and undeserving — and gets it with a fierceness that rubs at him. and she’s funny, and she thinks of him! tells him it’s okay when he blows up her phone and rejects him kindly when he grabs her hands, instinctively, and whines at her to stay … she is secretive but not like safi, not that sort of secretive, and then suddenly she’s not secretive anymore or hiding … she is a runner, she says, by traumatic nature, maybe even before that … and it’s hard to believe it for vinh, when she’s always there and helping, not hurting. but he knows she’s hurt people and can feel it like his own mistakes and it intrigues him, doesn’t turn him away … how could it! he wants her to stay, and he wants to be kept this time around, and some deeply hurt part is soothed by how she lets him hug her and kiss her and flirt, shamelessly so. he can almost think she’s staying for him, mostly, perhaps in the private and selfish recesses of his mind. caring for him in a way safi never did — in a way she couldn’t, he now knows. she’s too big for him. too much and bright. and max is too! but she’s more interested in being extinguished a bit. vinh wants to be one of the first hands to do it, if she lets him. she could be lesser to him, some meek and nerdy, annoying thing, and he’d still want her whole.

amanda and max is sweet, in that sappy, creative girl way. but i do think vinh clicks with her better. his life is so wrecked that he isn’t at all scared of her own jagged, broken parts. he wants them anyway. max is so used to love being an odd mixture of conditional and unconditional … chloe was stupidly, insanely devoted to her until she wasn’t, until she was mad but not really, because she always came back despite herself. but it was wishy-washy and intense and i think vinh is … intense in his desperation. romantic and oddly dark, as she said. he’s that passion and clinging she misses from chloe, that fucked-up punk bullshit, but he is softer too … in many ways. controllable. and maybe she’s awful for thinking that, but it’s a quality she adores nonetheless. she cannot remember a time where she wasn’t orbiting around someone else, sense of self discarded and bled and torn apart and infected for the sake of her love and need. to have someone sniffing around her, for once, feels … it’s a balm, itchy and relieving and a little scary — a nice antidote that’s too good to be true and expensive, probably, but she likes it. she applies it in doses. isn’t as greedy with it as vinh is. too busy, too nervous, too oblivious, sometimes, or so safi said. but she thinks about it and looks at him and wants it deep inside her flesh and down to her blood, her particles, warped by time like everyone else’s. and maybe she can have it. maybe. and maybe it’ll be easy to have, which is even more crazy. when has things ever been simple for max caulfield?

him on the tower, her his queen of swords … him smitten and her ‘drunk’ — whatever, she says, bashfully dismissive and shaping herself a scapegoat. a back pedal she used to always possess. anyway, i cannot wait to see how they entangle, where they wrap around one another and touch and skitter. i’m absolutely enamored with them!!

[sage-lights]

spinning out, waiting for you to pull me in

word count: 587 title from: "satellite" by harry styles (i think it's literally been 4 years since i wrote fanfic but! i woke up with such bad amangela brain rot this morning that the thought of them is actually making me ill right now. i wrote this ficlet at 8am in class on the doc i use for taking notes, so it's not my best writing...yeah! hope you enjoy it!)

“Hey,” Amanda's voice quivers. She physically can't look Angela in the eyes when she greets her. Fuck, this shouldn’t be happening right now. The day has barely started and Amanda already feels like running away from everyone.

Angela looks at her skeptically, “I would say ‘Good morning,’ but you look like yours has been pretty terrible already. Everything okay?”

Amanda collects herself enough to muster a sort-of smile and shrugs. She watches as Angela furrows her brows, contemplating something. Before Amanda can insist that it’s no big deal, she feels herself getting tugged towards the back of the office and led between the costume racks.

“Spill. What’s up with you?”

“It’s nothing, honestly,” God, Amanda feels like she’s a teenager again. It’s stupid that she’s this upset about it.

Angela scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Oh, come on, Amanda. Don’t give me that bullshit. We both know something is wrong,” her tone softens once she sees Amanda’s eyes start to become glassy, “It’s not stupid to be upset.”

She laughs a little, “How did you know that’s what I was thinking?”

“Because I know you. And I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I appreciate you checking in, Ang,” Amanda sighs, “But I really shouldn’t be getting into it at work.”

“I know we’re coworkers, but we’re friends too, right? It’s fine if you really don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here for you,” she grabs Amanda’s hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. That simple gesture was enough to break down the final brick of Amanda's wall, and suddenly, everything came spilling out.

Two nights ago, she had gotten a call from Ian telling her that she didn’t need to come in for work the next morning, which Angela already knew, seeing as she was the one filling in for Amanda yesterday.

What Angela didn’t know, however, was how Amanda’s jaw tightened when she saw the close friends stories of her coworkers, her friends, having fun while she wasn't there. How she had to stop herself from spiraling as she rewatched the videos over and over again. How disappointed she felt in herself for letting this affect her.

Angela lets go of her hands. Amanda’s heart drops for a moment, thinking that she’s overstepped boundaries and came off immature, until she feels Angela hug her.

“We missed you too, you know?” Angela leans away slightly to look up at Amanda, arms remaining around her waist.

"I hate that I'm feeling this way. It feels so high school of me to be sad about my friends hanging out without me. And it's not even like you all planned to see each other! This is our job and," Amanda bites her lip, hesitant to admit, "I guess the kid in me remembers what it was like to get excluded from things. For the longest time, I was convinced it was a me problem. Maybe I never got over that."

"I get it, but you're right. It's a job where none of us have control over who's scheduled on any given day. It's not just a regular hang out between friends. Because if it was, I want you to believe me when I say we'd want you around every single time."

This time, Amanda is the one that pulls Angela into an embrace, "What would I do without you, Angela?"

"Probably cry alone in the gender-neutral bathroom." Angela laughs.

Amanda has to admit, Smosh is a pretty sweet gig. After all, it brought Angela into her life.

[cuecrynsleep]

A New Line Between Us

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Never did Angela wish for a bit, a sketch, something fictional to be reality, until Amanda.

Tags: one-sided feelings, unrequited love, platonic! changela, angst

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be a representation of those in Smosh, rather a fan made perspective on the characters they portray online. Nor is it a commentary on their feelings, their dynamic, or who they are as people. Remain respectful.

Word count: 2,670

Perhaps she should've been more careful. Maybe she should've drawn the line earlier, before any of this. Maybe she should've seen this coming from a mile away, because upon hindsight, it was obvious. It wasn't ever something that was subtle. She has always been close to Amanda, in a way that was different from anybody else. Yet, despite all of that, it was still completely shocking to her.

This couldn’t be happening. There was just no way she actually fell for Amanda. I mean it’s not like it’s hard to, rather Angela never actually thought she would. There were many bits where they were just in love with each other, or attracted to each other in some way. None of those were reality and would never amount to what reality is.

There were TNTL bits where they just sang about loving each other or having some prior relationship. Hell, they've played a married couple three times. Yet, with all of those times it was nothing but a joke. It was nothing but acting. Angela knew that, she knew that full well.

So the moment her heart raced faster than it should. The moment her heart longed for more. The moment she felt drawn to Amanda as if they were magnets. She knew full well she was doomed. She knew there was no denying it.

That's what led her to a green room by herself, cramped in a corner, hiding her from the world. It was a break from everything and everyone except for her own thoughts. Where those alone were tiring and draining enough. All she wanted was a moment of peace, something that seemed so hard in a workplace that was always so active.

She didn’t have any upcoming shoots today, most of it being in the morning. All that was left on her agenda was a meeting in an hour and a photo shoot. Angela glanced at the door from behind as she heard footsteps nearby. Not long after Chanse opened the door, calling out her name, before smiling as he saw her hunched up figure. He walked towards her and Angela looked away, positive that her face would expose more than she was willing.

"What are you doing here?" Chanse frowned. "Some of us are chilling on the Reddit stories set." He gently tapped Angela's shoulder, urging her to get up. "Come on, Ange. You're not going to start being antisocial today."

Angela mustered a smile, appreciating Chanse's gesture. "I'm good over here." She waved him off. "Don't worry about me."

He paused, letting out a sigh, before collapsing himself right next to Angela. "Okay, come on. What's wrong, Ange?"

"What?" She asked. Her voice was higher than usual as she looked at him in surprise. "Nothing is wrong."

"I'm your best friend. I know you." He glanced at her briefly. "Just talk to me."

Angela groaned. She put her knees to her chest, not minding her shoes that were on the couch. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Kind of," he said. "But I don't think that's a bad thing. Just tell me what's on your mind." He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in for a side hug. "I've been a bit worried about you recently, Angela."

"I guess I've just been distracting myself a bit more often," she shrugged off, her voice coming out in a murmur.

"From what?" He paused. "Is everything okay?"

Angela took a deep breath, willing the feelings she's been holding in to come out. She might as well, rather sooner than later. The feelings she had come to realise a few days ago, with them only growing stronger and stronger by the day.

"I've been distracting myself from Amanda," she whispered. The moment the words left her mouth she felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders. "I just need to get away from her for a bit."

"Amanda?" He repeated in a whisper. "That's rare. Is everything okay between you two?" He paused, finding his voice as he glanced at Angela, knowing she'd fail to meet his gaze. "I know you two have that kind of flirty dynamic during shoots. Is it starting to become uncomfortable?"

Angela instantly piqued up at those words. "No. No. God no," she repeated. "She's not making me uncomfortable." If anything Angela was scared she'd make her uncomfortable. Even if Amanda is the one to usually initiate their flirty dynamic during shoots.

"Okay, so," he bit his lip. "What is this actually about, Angela?" He could feel under his hand the moment she stiffened at his words. "You can tell me anything. I hope you know that."

Angela let out a shaky breath as her hands grasped tightly onto her knees. Usually when she had feelings for someone it'd be followed by joy, the moment of happiness that would rush to every bone in her body. Yet, with Amanda, it was different. It was panicked dread, because from the beginning she knew she had no chance.

Her mouth opened and closed, as she tried to find the right words to say. It felt as if the moment she spoke it aloud, she'd have to accept it and it'd all be true. Grounding her to the present was Chanse's hand, as he reached down to squeeze one of her hands.

She'd be okay. It will all be okay.

Angela took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she sank deep into the pits of feelings that pulled at her heartstrings. "I like her," she confessed, her words cracking underneath all the pressure.

Then, as if the floodgates opened, she continued talking. Her words came off in a rushed ramble as everything she kept inside, bottled up, broke apart. Only further did she break, as Chanse pulled her into a hug, letting her forehead rest on his shoulder.

"I did the one thing I swore to myself I wouldn't do and I ended up liking her," she continued on. "God, I fucking hate this Chanse. These- these feelings they're literally stupid. I wasn't supposed to like her. I wasn't supposed to take any of it seriously."

As Chanse squeezed her she could only sink herself deeper into his touch, crying harder as a sob wrecked past her throat. He wasn't congratulating her, cheering for her, or teasing her. They both knew it was nothing but a hopeless crush that was doomed to go nowhere. She was married. They were best friends. Those were just the facts of life. All she could do right now was accept it. Where even though accepting it was easy, acting like her heart didn't long for Amanda was something else.

-

It’s been a week since she told Chanse and since then things have started to become easier. If she needed to talk about it, she would. It was a much needed comfort she needed especially with how long she kept it bottled up.

Shoots with Amanda were second nature, and something both of them grew to expect when it came to a typical week. Angela still acted naturally around her, something that she thought she’d struggle with more but she didn’t. Feelings that she compartmentalised for later was something that she was used to, so her feelings for Amanda were always easy to not dwell on when on camera. After all, she was an actress, they were on camera, it was a part of her job.

Though, something that Angela hated, was how easily Amanda made her forget. When in the moment with her by her side she made her forget it all. She forgot the hard crushing feelings that weighed in her heart, and everything seemed almost weightless. Jabs, bits and mindless teasing between them came out easily. It was never something she had to worry or stress about. They had boundaries, they talked about a lot of lines not to cross nor joke about and they respected it. That’s what made their dynamic forever growing as they got to know each other more. Things they’d never do one day could be natural the next, and it all relied on their communication.

Yet, life is forever changing and it is only natural for things to change when something in the dynamic starts to shift. She first started to realise that when something that was once natural, a complete joke between them, began to bother her. Even if it was just a little.

They were live on camera for Smosh games, in a table surrounded by a couple of their cast mates. Angela was at the left end of the table next to Amanda. With them was Courtney, Spencer, Chanse, and Tommy. They were playing a simple card game, meant to get to know each other, with a wheel behind them displaying ticket goals for another live show.

It was Amanda’s turn, a card asking her about her soulmate or whatever. Admittedly, Angela forgot, as soon as Amanda said her name. She forgot her question after a few jokes left her mouth. All she could do was smile and nod, watching as the world passed her by.

Before she could even start to compartmentalise and ground herself, Amanda moved towards her. She could feel one of Amanda's hands on her shoulder, the other reaching to cup her jaw. She could feel as her personal space was being prodded at, her heart thundering against her chest. Then she moved closer, her face going towards her before turning to her side. Never once letting her lips make contact.

Christ, she just had to do a fake kiss bit right now.

Angela could feel the shiver that rushed up her spine as she stiffened at the contact. Then, as soon as Angela reacted, Amanda pulled away.

She played off the joke with a laugh, glancing at Angela to meet her gaze. Angela failed to look at her entirely, grasping at the chair to put herself back to reality. Then, as soon as it happened, as soon as she was distracted, she was back in it.

Angela ignored the way her heart pained as Amanda asked if she was okay with her eyes alone. She ignored the way her heart beat could be felt so clearly, when she reached over for Amanda's hand underneath the table. She squeezed her hand briefly, as if to tell her everything was okay, then pulled back. All she could do was sit there, and let the emotion that lingered fester. The emotion that wanted nothing more than for a bit they did on occasion, to hold some truth to reality.

And for a brief second she was brought back. She was brought back to before she developed feelings. She was brought back to the first time Amanda asked about her boundaries for the kissing bit.

-

“Hey Ange,” Amanda called over as she walked over. “I’m just checking. I didn’t make you uncomfortable earlier, did I?”

“What do you mean?” Angela asked, squinting at Amanda briefly.

“The whole fake kiss thing,” she explained. “Kinda the first time we did that sort of bit, so I just want to make sure.”

“Oh.” Angela said, as if remembering the bit that happened. “No, no you didn’t make me uncomfortable,” she said, reassuring Amanda. “Don’t worry about it, you’re okay.”

“Okay. Good.” Amanda smiled. She put a hand on Angela's shoulder. “I thought I made you uncomfortable there. I probably should've discussed the bit with you beforehand, sorry about that.”

Angela shook her head. “There's no need to apologise, but I appreciate it. Thanks.” She smiled up at Amanda, letting herself be pulled into a brief hug. “Besides, if I was uncomfortable I'd probably just push you away and play it off as a joke.”

“Noted,” she chuckled. “Just make sure to ever tell me if something I do as a bit makes you uncomfortable.”

“That goes both ways Amanda.”

-

She had to tell her she crossed a line. Even if it's a line that was already crossed before. Angela just knew it was bound to happen eventually, given her feelings. The boundaries they had before would inevitably change. Things that were once normal or welcomed wouldn't be anymore, simply because Angela's feelings changed.

Whether it be because Angela needed to get over some feelings, or because she feared making Amanda unknowingly uncomfortable. It all just felt so wrong. As if the bit of them being together or something more was something Angela was getting some enjoyment out of. Even if she didn't. Even if she never dared initiate it. It all felt so wrong when something was once a bit, held more truth to it than Amanda would ever know.

Almost as if Amanda knew it was coming she approached her first after the shoot. She hadn't even bothered to bid the rest of the cast a proper goodbye like usual, obviously very focused on making sure Angela was okay. The crew was currently packing up the cameras, Amanda and Angela staying in a faraway corner. That alone made Angela nervous, her heart beating against her chest out of anxiety alone.

Amanda hadn't even uttered a word before Angela spoke. Yet, as she saw her face, as she processed everything that happened, a thought remained in the corner of her brain. Regret. Nothing but regret for changing what they had. Nothing but regret for falling when she should've been careful in the first place. She didn't want their friendship to change. It just had to.

"Hey, about earlier," Angela hesitated, hating the way her voice cracked as she spoke. Her gaze lifted off the ground towards Amanda, she looked at her like she was so concerned.

It hurt. She shouldn't be looking at her like that. She shouldn't be making this harder than it should. Angela shook her head, letting out a shaky breath as she clenched her fists tightly. Upon looking down at her hands she already knew she'd see the crescent moon shaped indents on her light skin.

She gulped, her voice returning to her in a murmur. "Earlier when you fake kissed me, could you- maybe," she shakily breathed out, "Could you stop doing that?"

Angela's heart broke as she saw Amanda's eyes. The instant shot of panic that rushed through her showed through her voice. "Oh god," her voice cracked. "Fuck, I'm so sorry." She apologised, just about to reach out towards Angela but she stopped herself. "Did I make you uncomfortable?"

"No, no," Angela panicked. "You didn't." If anything she was scared of making her uncomfortable. “I don’t mind most of your contact, trust me, you know I’m a pretty touchy person too. Just-“ The words died on her throat as she failed to speak. She couldn't even fully meet Amanda's gaze as it seemed almost trained on the floor.

“Please just stop,” Angela whispered. She looked away, as if ashamed, and from the corner of her eye she could see Amanda. The way her face morphed into regret and shock. She knew she wanted to reach out. She knew she wanted to ask more. She knew full well Amanda wanted nothing more than to comfort Angela.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a whisper, her tone gentle as she stopped herself from putting a hand on her shoulder.

She didn't have to hesitate as Angela leaned into her touch, letting herself have one thing as she closed her eyes. She leaned closer into the contact, being pulled into a hug. She'd miss this.

“I'll be okay,” Angela mumbled out. She stopped herself from crying, refusing to let the tears fall at work. “I just need a moment.”

“Take as long as you need Angela,” Amanda said, pulling her closer. “I'm right here for you.”

Angela smiled bitterly at her words. For this certain thing, she couldn't be there for her. Then someday, when the time is right, and things start to seem less real, she'd tell her. Just not now, when all Angela wanted was to go back in time to before the feelings started.

[shesmore-shoebill]

maybe this is a CRAZY disaster!amanda fic but what if she knows angela likes her like amanda can so clearly tell that angela feels more for her than others in the way she treats amanda. so amanda is soooooo careful as to not break angela’s heart because the last thing she wants to do is hurt angela. if you look at the merch promo clip, angela’s sooooo attached to amanda’s, but amanda’s eyes are open like she’s worried or thinking about something. so amanda’s mind is going “fuck i don’t wanna hurt angela” but doesn’t realize that she already deep down has fallen for angela. and that’s why she doesn’t wanna see angela hurt and cares about angela specifically soooo much. amanda just hasn’t realized the last part of her also being in love with angela.

if that made any sense…

oh now THAT'S a thought.

as always, eternal disclaimer that I am treating this all as an exercise in fiction. This is about RPF imaginings and not meant to reflect onto the actual people in any way, but playing around in a fictional universe, with fictional characters. Even with photo/video sources, they're being treated as inspiration only. This is not in any way intended as speculation on the actual scenarios or the people involved.

Okay, that said, the specific rpf interpretation of Amanda worrying/caring so deeply about Angela that it actively impedes her ability to recognize/realize/process her own feelings is VERY fun. Delicious. Its like an extended twist on the "prioritizing the wellbeing of someone else above your own" trope, but without the undercurrent of "because you dont value yourself enough" trope that i can find hit or miss depending on how it's executed. I love it as like, Amanda's concern and care for Angela is just so overpowering that it sets up kind of a blindspot, and nestled right in the center of that blindspot? Amanda's own feelings towards Angela.

this just sets up such fun characterization possibility for Amanda!!! aah. Maybe there IS an element of, Amanda flinching away from the strength of her feelings and redirecting it into "worrying about Angela". But mostly it is genuine care and concern for Angela, that underlines everything else.

And like Amanda gets Angela smiling at her like she hung the sun and Amanda gets Angela hugging her like she could disappear, and the swell of emotion and affection is matched and maybe outpaced by that gut dropping thought of. oh god what if i lose this. what if i break this. what if i fuck this up. Looking at Angela as something so wonderful, and caring so deeply about her that the joy is outweighed by the worry of losing it or not protecting it sufficiently. Of failing Angela.

Fascinating to think about a characterization of Amanda really feeling the peak of that love and affection and emotion and her instinctive reaction to be "oh god, how could i lose this, how could i go wrong." Enough to have that overtake her whole brain in a way that even blots out her own realization of her own feelings. Really putting the Disaster in disaster Amanda huh.

Hmmm. I think I could see this if there were something specific that triggered the strength of that protective/worried response- maybe a recent bad breakup or something. And so Amanda's gut reaction is worry, is concern, is- i need to make sure Angela's wellbring is top priority, and it skews her judgement away from even her own feelings. (Maybe even loops back around to being detrimental to Angela, because of how much her judgement gets skewed...)

Oh, and this doesn't even get into the fun around what Angela's feelings throughout this are. Is this Angela aware of her own feelings? Is she trying to test the waters and actually being hurt by Amanda's reluctance? Is this Angela oblivious to her own feelings? Is this Angela aware of both her own AND Amands's feelings? So much possibility....

Id need to contemplate on this a little further but- fascinating. Fascinating. Def can run the risk of being a little more OOC depending on how it might be executed, but I think there's a way to pull it off. And as always, this is RPF, technically everything is ooc 😎 but i think there's a way to pull off the characterization so its internally consistent and rewarding.... delicious concept, ty.

[kayyybenson]

Sick - Nick Amaro

    I stood closely behind Nick as he interrogated the suspect. He wanted me to stay behind him, just in case he tries to attack us. He was a step up from the shitty partner I had in Atlanta, and I loved it, Amanda always teased me claiming I had a 'crush' on him. But that's just what twins do to each other, we're not identical appearance-wise, but personality-wise we're practically the same.

    "You know we found your DNA on the victim right?" Nick dropped his voice to seem threatening.

    "I didn't rape her. I promise."

    "Then why did we find your semen in her!?" I yelled.

    "I don't know!" I suddenly felt nauseous. I'm assuming I went pale because Nick turned to me, concerned.

    "Y/N?" Nick slowly approached me, but I scooted to a corner to throw up the lunch that cost me $20. "Yikes, you good?"

    "I don't know." I gasped. He led me out of the room. Amanda and Carisi took our place. 

    He handed me the trash can that was next to his desk. "Maybe you should go home, you are clearly under the weather."

    "No-" I threw up again. "I'm fine."

    "Girl, if you don't go home I am personally going to sedate you and drop you off in the middle of nowhere." Fin cut in.

    "Jesus Fin," I mumbled, head still in the trashcan.

    "Take the rest of the day off Rollins," Liv gave me a concerned look.

    "Which one?" She did not like that joke, I groaned and grabbed the keys to Amanda's car, we carpooled today, something we usually don't do. "Tell Mandy I'm taking the car."

    "You are not driving when you can't keep your food in your stomach." Nick protested grabbing the keys from me.

    "Wha-hey!" I yelled trying to get them back, I guess I moved too fast because I retreated back to my chair and threw up once again.

    "Amanda will be taking you home," Liv said. "You both can go, just stop puking in my squad room." I let out a long groan and let Amanda drag me by the arm. Once we got to our apartments she opened my door and led me to the couch. 

    "I told you the eggs were bad." she chuckled, I groaned and threw a pillow at her. Our apartments were conjointed so she unlocked the middle door and Franny ran in jumping onto me. 

    "Hey, girl! Oh, I missed you! Hi, baby." I hugged her and rubbed her fur. Eventually, I went to the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade from the fridge, hoping to get rid of the nausea. When I just felt sicker I stared at the open fridge "Screw it." I grabbed a bottle of wine, not even bothering to pour it into a cup before drinking some, and falling to the couch.

-------------------------

    "Hey Y/N." 

    "Hey, Mandy." She dropped a bag onto my counter. "What's that?"

    "I went shopping, Nick is coming in with some bags too. He wanted to check on you." She smirked at me before leaving for her apartment, Franny following close behind. Nick walked in soon after, carrying two more bags.

    "You know you shouldn't drink wine when you're sick." I flipped him off and he smiled. "Amanda said you liked (Flavor) ice cream and (Favorite Candy), so we got some of that. And this. He pulled out a huge stuffed animal.

    "What is that?" 

    "A get well soon teddy bear." I covered my mouth and chuckled. "What?"

    "Nicky, it's just food poisoning." He pushed the stuffed animal towards me anyway.

    "Take it, Amanda said you have a stuffie collection." My face got hot and I avoided eye contact.

    "What-I-I have no idea-" I ran to the bathroom and puked again. 

    "Just food poisoning my ass." He stood behind me, pulling my hair into a ponytail. Once I was done he led me to my bedroom and pushed all my stuffed animals off to the side. I laid down and he tucked me in, setting some water on the nightstand. He went to walk off but I grabbed his hand.

    "No, stay. Please,"

    "Y/N, there are stuffed animals everywhere, there's nowhere for me to go." I kicked them all off my bed and pat the empty space. He gave me a look and laid next to me.

    "You smell expensive," He chuckled and pulled me close to his body, he was warm, and his breathing was calming. "Nick?"

    "Yeah Y/N?"

    "Why do you care so much?"

    "Excuse me?"

    "You heard me."

    "Well, there's a lot of reasons."

    "Go on."

    "After hearing about how shitty your old partner was I guess I wanted to make sure you have a good experience at SVU, but somewhere in there..... I fell in love."

    "With who?" I felt nauseous again and bolted to the bathroom. "Ah, shit!" I yelled when I stubbed my toe. 

    "I fell in love with you. Look at you, you're gorgeous, I'm glad you and Amanda aren't identical, one is enough." I couldn't hold my laugh in and ended up rolling on the bathroom floor.

    "I love you too Nick," I said once I stopped laughing, he leaned in for a kiss but I stopped him. "Nah-uh. Still sick."

[calmcoldevening]

♡ Slashers as drinks ♡

Michael Myers — Water

• Firstly, it is good for the body (Michael can also be useful, yes)

• Secondly, if you replace many harmful drinks with water, your life will become much better. Well, if you spend more time with Michael, your life will get a little better (hey, he will kill all the people who somehow offend you, he will save your life from "bad drinks")

• Water is so delicious when you don't drink for several hours in a row. Seriously. Especially after some training. And so you come home after a long day, and you are greeted by this miracle (yeah, very friendly, especially with his emotionality) and you spend the whole evening together. Cute.

• Just, if you love Michael (I do), drink more water. And you will support Michael, and your body will thank you :)

Jason Voorhees — Morse

• It's sweet.

• It's delicious.

• This is useful, especially if it is at home.

• Well, just look at this adorable bun, it's impossible not to love it! It is so sweet and refreshing, like a delicious fruit drink made from fresh summer berries! It's like I'm back at camp again.

Bubba Sawyer — Cocoa with marshmallow

• Brighten up any of your cold evening with his warm, pleasant company.

• You, him and a warm blanket on the sofa in front of the fireplace, what could be better?

• This man has the most tremulous and loving hugs. His big plush body is literally created for pleasant, gentle hugs. And take another ginger cookie for both of you, and it will be the best evening of your lives.

• Cocoa will help you relax after a long chase after victims and dragging a heavy chainsaw. Bubba's tense body begs for such a pleasant rest.

Thomas Hewitt — Hot chocolate

• Like hot chocolate, it is very sweet and pleasant. Warms the throat and soul and all that.

• God, have you seen this divine man? I'm ready to kiss it all, it's the sweetest chocolate in the world.

• Lyude-Mae, thank you for raising such an incredible boy.

• Chocolate improves brain function and increases dopamine levels in the brain, isn't that a sign? In addition, the touch of another person produces dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin, which lift the mood and increase resistance to stress. Hugs?

Stu Matcher/Billy Loomis — Vodka

• Can I not comment on this..?

Vincent Sinclair — Milkshake (your favorite flavor)

• Oh, yes.

• Milkshake is especially good in the heat. A little cream, your favorite ice cream and some fresh berries (you can do without them) and voila, it turns out such a yummy.

• You can freeze and get ice cream. Multifunctional boy.

• If you start drinking, the cocktail ends in an instant, and then you want more and more... This boy is addictive.

• But he's so sweet...

Bo Sinclair — Pomegranate juice

• I just don't like pomegranate juice. But it's useful. Bo, what's the use of you? (Sorry if you like him)

Lester Sinclair — Mineral water

• Simple and tasteful.

• Lester is really like a mineral water. In a difficult moment, he will always offer his friendly shoulder so that you can lean on or cry.

• The best thing you'll find with a hangover...

• Quenches thirst better than sweet soda.

• If you add syrup to it, you will get a sweet fruit lemonade. This boy will help in all cases of life.

Pyramid head - Green tea

• Many people don't like it (for example, my dad), but if you try this divine drink, you won't be able to drink something else.

• Pyra is truly a gift to the universe!

• Improves well-being, skin condition, accelerates metabolism, improves mood and the name system... I can go on for a long time.

• Delicious both hot and cold (But the Pyramid head one is always hot as Hell...)

• This man is addictive.

John Kramer — Lemonade

• Simple and tasteful.

• You won't find a better alternative for the holidays.

• It's delicious. It's beautiful. This is always relevant. Eternal classics.

• With what other drink do you get to know the essence of this life?

• Chilled lemonade with ice cubes and mint...

Amanda Young — Red wine

• Oh, this baby is the best.

• Improves sleep. Any time spent with this goddess is fine, but sleep is especially good. Next to Amanda, you will only have sweet, pleasant dreams! Maybe even smut... I assure you, sleeping with her is a pleasure.

• Useful for pressure. If Amanda is around, your heart starts beating wildly in a chaotic dance, and the blood rises to your pale cheeks until this moment. Now you don't look so tired, right?

• Hugs and kisses with this gorgeous woman are like Paradise, so it's quite possible to say that she herself tastes like good wine.

Mark Hoffman — Black coffee

• He took my heart.

• No sugar is needed to taste this man.

• At first it seems bitter and nasty, but... Hey, pour me another cup, please?

• It's fucking addictive, and after a while you just won't be able to drink coffee with sugar.

• Where to sign to sell your soul to the Devil? I just want to drink this coffee forever (and have Hoffman forever, ahem)

• As black as his soul.

• Bitter, but delicious in its own way and damn sweet.

• For connoisseurs of true art and something truly beautiful.

Brahms Heelshire — Milk

• Baby Brahmsey.

• Helps you fall asleep. This man will ask for a bedtime story and a kiss before going to bed... And then he will throw you on the bed and ask you to fall asleep with him.

• You know, it's good for the throat if you're sick.

• Milk reminds of childhood ...

• Sometimes milk is nasty and Brahms too. If your mood is more towards tea than coffee, drink tea. Brahms will get mad and calm down. And after that there will be time for hugs.

Hannibal Lecter — Cognac

• This man is good.

• After his appearance in my life, I decided to connect my life with psychology and helping others (and after Kramer's appearance, of course).

• Always good. Especially if you are some kind of boss or a serious person, you should have cognac. In the movies, it looks like a success.

• This man understands exquisite things and looks so great all the time... Really cognac, there is no other way.

• Will support you on a lonely night and cheer you up when you meet some of your friend.

Will Graham — Black tea with milk/cream

• This is... Cute?

• My cousin had a grandmother, she always made me such tea. It evokes a feeling of nostalgia and comfort, as if I am back in childhood.

• This is the most comfortable character for me! So warm, sweet, sweet and pleasant ...

• It's unusual, especially if you try it for the first time, but it's delicious, I assure you.

• A combination of classic harsh tea and something soft and kind from childhood, Will is really the best.

• I want to get to know Will by sight. I want to hug him. I want to be him, okay?