#and then it became a full time role situation and now it's like resumes and writing samples and interviews when the posting goes up

[ferretrade]

I thought I was going to just. be offered a job but it turns out I have to interview? which is fine, except for the anxieté of it all

#look LOOK i know i sound snobby but originally it was pitched to me as a part time as needed gig that sounded very much like an offer #i was asked about my rates #and then it became a full time role situation and now it's like resumes and writing samples and interviews when the posting goes up #(why are you putting a posting up this is MY job!!) #but idk i will play ball #or the equivalent canadian phrase #ferretalk!

[envihellbender]

An extreme and very smug competitive eater who is far into immobility, whose Agent is bribing House to further enable his lifestyle because he brings in the money with his scandalous self

YESSSSS. I love this. Sorry it took a while!

Characters: Doctor Greg House (House MD), Andrei Dimitriscu, Severi Petran (OCs)

Content: extreme weight gain, competitive eating, 18+, nsft

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Andrei Dimitriscu was a name nearly all underground competitive eaters knew, Doctor Greg House on the other hand had no idea of his existence until he received an email from Severi Petran. He had no idea underground competitive eating was a sport or event at all, he chuckled to himself as he considered what it might be. Was it because competitive eating just had too strict rules? Did they eat something particularly rancid? Severi Petran said he worked for Andrei but was vague about his role. House thought he sounded like an agent, but he seemed to have a more personal relationship with him based on his language. He offered $600,000 per delivery for extreme appetite enhancement medications. Attached was a video file, House hunched over his computer and his blue eyes widened as he became fixated in what he told himself was morbid curiosity.

At first all he could see was a large roll of flesh, it was olive skinned and resembled a tire. At first House assumed it was an abdomen roll but the moment it zoomed out and he saw the slight indentation of a swollen chin that was sinking into the tire and no navel he realised what it was. That had at one point been Andrei’s neck but was now a mass of flab. The screen zoomed out further, and the audio was filled with a deep, wheezing giggle.

“Come ooooon, Sev,” the voice whined, it was deep and wheezing and it caused the neck roll to ripple. “Just a bit! They won’t even know.”

“You’re such a pig. You’ll have crumbs all over. Rules are rules, Andrei,” Severi replied. The camera shook slightly as he walked around the mass of flesh, giving a full view of every inch of Andrei’s neck, shoulders and head.

“Fiiiiine.” Andrei’s voice showed that he was pouting but it was indicated when the camera zoomed in to show his gigantic lips. They looked more like slugs than anything human. Next, House was shown his nose, a piggish snout that was being swollen by his gigantic blushing cheeks. They caused his hazel eyes to appear as a squint, they were little pin pricks in mounds of fat. “I guess I want to win fair and square, can’t get some practice appetite stimulation before the opening.”

“Always so sure do yourself,” Severi smirked. “What do you think they’ll vote on tonight?”

“I don’t know why-”

“I need our little doctor to know what the situation is, Andrei,” he interrupted sharply. Definitely not just an agent, House thought.

“Oh! I don’t know. Last time it was a trough filled with…” Andrei stopped and pursed his chubby lips for a moment. He squinted his eyes so much they looked almost shut. “I didn’t stop to check. It was like pig slop. I just buried my face in it and ate until I choked.”

“You ate through choking!” Severi said with a slightly breathless tone, his voice more excited than annoyed. “It was unbelievable. I’ve never seen anyone clear their windpipe by shoving more food in it.” House exhaled irritatedly and rolled his eyes, he knew that was medically impossible. They had to be lying for effect, but then… He paused the video and tilted his head, looking at Andrei’s elephantine head sinking into his neck roll that was sinking into his shoulders. House had never seen anyone as huge as this, maybe if his throat had grown with his fat it was feasible. He leaned back in his chair and resumed the video. The camera zoomed out, showing that Severi was stood at the bottom of Andrei’s gut, a gigantic navel staring at him and a body riddled in adipose and fat rising up so high that he could barely see Andrei’s face.

“Hm, I hear the other contestants are almost at two thousand pounds,” Andrei mused, a bloated tongue licking his swollen lips.

“And how big are you? For our doctor friend.” Severi’s voice has grown deep as if he was starting to get aroused by Andrei’s body, that’s what House thought was happening anyway.

“2873 pounds,” Andrei answered proudly. A gigantic hand was raised and slapped a nearby roll, filling the audio with a sound like meat hitting meat as the adipose that filled the screen wobbled and rippled violently. The camera turned to see a lanky young man with an almost shaved head and a crooked jaw.

“So, Doctor House. What do you think?” Severi asked, the video ended, violently switching to black as House sat up straight. He found he was breathing heavier as he became enthralled by this gigantic beast. He opened the email on his computer. He quickly typed his response:

Severi,

I accept your offer on the condition I can monitor him and do whatever tests I like. I know exactly what drugs I can fill him with to make him double in size.

Doctor House

After he hit send he looked over into his assistants office to see Chase, Foreman, Thirteen, and Taub all chatting amongst themselves and not paying him any attention. He played the video again, and shuffled in his seat as he unbuttoned his jeans. He teased the head of his cock through his underwear, feeling it harden underneath him as he watched the gigantic, fat beast. He couldn’t look away from his body rippling and his arrogant smile that his bloated face contorted into. He couldn’t wait to meet him.

#envi writes #prompt #anon #house md #oc Andrei dimitrescu #oc Severi Petran #fat fiction #ssbhm #immobile blob #competitive eating kink #nsft writing #nsft #18+ minors dni #OCs

[arvinsescape]

Could you do a sub!tom and Tom is very desperate and needy?

Only if you’re comfortable with it! Love your writing mamas!

A/N: Hiii! Thank you for your patience and thank you for sending in this request💕💕! This is the first time i’ve ever written Tom being a sub and reader being a dom, so i hope it was what you were looking for and i hope you enjoy! I definitely enjoyed writing it! It also got quite long!

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (minors do not engage), fingering, oral (m rec), unprotected sex (Wrap it up, condoms are protection from many things, please practice safe sex). Dom/Sub relationship. Just also wanna point out this is an established relationship!

Also tagging @storybookholland because i promised i would!!💕

My requests are currently closed.

You and Tom had an incredible sex life, it helped massively that you were both switches, Tom usually took the dominant role and you usually took the submissive role but every now and again that would be flipped. Tom was an amazing sub, he became so needy and it turned you on to no end, the way he would beg for you to touch him or for him to touch you and the quiet whimpers that would escape his throat from the smallest of touches from you had you dripping with arousal.

He was currently in one of his submissive moods and you’d picked up on it throughout the day, he had a few tell tale signs like the way he would be needier than usual, always finding a reason to touch you more than he usually would. He was currently nuzzling into your side as he placed small kisses on your neck as you sat on the sofa.

“Baby, I really wanna touch you.” He said into the skin of your shoulder and you smirked, you’d been waiting for this line all day. You’d waited patiently, kept him at arm’s length so he’ll crack and beg to touch you and of course it’d worked, you’d become an expert on each other’s bodies and what they wanted. You could feel yourself growing wet at the anticipation of being in control, having him beg for you.

“Do you?” You asked and he nodded.

“Please (Y/N), let me make you feel good.” He whimpered into your shoulder and your smirk grew.

“I’ll think about it.” You said as you pulled his face up to meet yours in a kiss, which he returned. You dominated the movements of the kiss, hands sliding into his hair as you gripped it to keep him still, taking full control of the kiss. His tongue licked your bottom lip, asking for entrance and you pulled away to look at him. “What was that?” You asked as you watched his eyes widen, realising his mistake.

“I’m sorry baby, I won’t do it again.” He said. “Just wanna kiss you.” He said again as you hummed, moving to straddle him.

“I’m not so sure I should let you if you aren’t going to behave.” You said and he whimpered slightly.

“I promise I’ll behave. Just wanna feel you.” He said and the neediness in his tone had you growing wetter by the second.

You leaned down to kiss his neck as he moaned when you sucked his sweet spot. You pulled his shirt over his head as you placed kisses down his chest, listening to the quiet groans that made their way from his throat. You licked a hot stripe down his abdomen as you reached the waistband of his jeans.

You popped open the button of his jeans and undid the zipper as you moved away to take them off, followed by his boxers as you watched his hard length rest against his stomach. You stood at full height as he reached a hand out towards you and you took it in yours as you placed it back down on the sofa. You started to take your own shirt off and smirked when you heard Tom speak.

“Please let me do it (Y/N).” He whimpered and you halted your actions to look at him. He was clenching and unclenching his fists to hold himself back from touching you and doing as he was told and you absolutely adored this side of Tom. He completely relinquished all of his dominance when he was being submissive, giving you absolute control over the situation.

“I don’t think so Tommy.” You said as you placed your hands on his knees and leant closer to his face. “This is your punishment for trying to take control of that kiss.” You smirked as you watched the desperation in his eyes grow because you weren’t going to allow him to undress you. “Now be good and keep your hands to yourself unless I say otherwise.” You whispered and he nodded.

You stood back up and removed your top, your jeans quickly following as you stood in front of him in your bra and underwear and he groaned at the sight of you, shifting in his seat to stop himself reaching a hand out to feel your skin. He was hard, incredibly fucking hard and your next idea popped into your head as you removed your bra and underwear. You knelt down in front of him and looked up at his face through your lashes.

You grabbed his length in your hand as you pumped it a few times and watched as his eyes rolled back into his head at the contact. “Now I’m gonna suck this lovely cock of yours and if you keep your hands to yourself, I’ll let you touch me.” You said.

“Please (Y/N/N). Just wanna feel you.” He said as you continued to pump his length in your hand. “I promise I’ll behave. Do whatever you ask.” He said again and you took his length into your mouth and moaned around it. You bobbed your head as you listened to him moan. Licking up and down his shaft before encasing it back into your mouth, sucking on the tip. You felt his tip hit the back of your throat as you took him completely into your mouth.

You watched as his hand shot out and just before it was about to fist your hair you gripped his wrist as you pinned it back onto the sofa next to his thigh. You removed your mouth for a second, replacing it with your free as you looked up at him. “Careful Tommy.” You said as you kept his hand pinned to the sofa, pumping his length with the other.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to.” He moaned and you tutted slightly before standing so your lips could meet his, you connected them for a second, hand still working his cock before you ghosted your lips over his. “One more slip up like that and I’ll make you watch me as I touch myself.” You said and he whimpered against your lips.

“It won’t happen again. I’ll be good.” He said back and you smiled as you pecked his lips again.

“I hope so.” You said before resuming your kneeling position, letting go of his hand that was pinned to the sofa and taking him back into your mouth. You knew he was close, you could feel his cock twitching every now and again and you moved a hand to play with his balls as you continued your movements around his cock. He was moaning your name as you worked him closer to his orgasm as he kept his hands as still as possible, fighting the urge to wrap them in your hair.

“Baby, please let me feel you, wanna come inside you.” He said and you pulled your mouth off his cock again as you spoke.

“This is technically coming inside me.” You teased and he moaned.

“I want to come inside your perfect pussy, baby, please, wanna feel you around me.” He panted as he begged and you decided you’d probably teased him enough as you took yourself away from his cock so you could straddle him. Your arms went around his neck as you played with the curls at the base of his neck. He kept his hands where they were and you had to commend him for not instinctively gripping your waist.

“You’ve been pretty good for me Tommy. Go on, I’ll let you touch me.” You said and he did, hands instantly finding your waist as he rubbed the skin, feeling everything he could. “You’re so needy Tommy.” You teased as he moved a hand into your hair and other moved to stroke your thigh.

“Needy for you baby. I just wanna make you feel good. Can I?” He asked and you pretended to think about it for a second before you smirked and kissed his lips briefly.

“Go on then.” You said and you instantly found yourself on your back on the sofa as he moved you both so he was led on top of you. Your arms still around his neck as one of his hands found your dripping heat, instantly cupping it as he moved his palm to create friction on your clit and you moaned.

“Thank you baby. I’ve wanted to do this all day.” He said and you smirked. “Been so needy for this perfect pussy. You feel amazing.” He said as he inserted two fingers into your core and brought his thumb up to rub circles on your clit. It wasn’t long before you were close to the edge and you moaned as you clenched around his fingers.

“Gonna make me come Tommy? Show me how much you’ve wanted to please me all day.” You said and he nodded as he fucked you faster with his fingers curling them to find your g spot as you moaned his name.

“Just wanna make you feel good. Wanna make you come around my fingers and my cock, can I?” He begged and you were moaning as you nodded, dominance faltering for a second as the pleasure consumed you and you felt your orgasm wash over you as Tom moaned at the sight of you, fucking you through your high with his fingers.

“Thank you.” Tom said as you came down from your high. You kissed the tip of his nose as you pushed him back so you could straddle him again. “Please can I fuck you with my cock baby? Just want you around me.” He said as you took his length into your hand and slid it into your heat for an answer. He moaned as his head found your shoulder. You giving yourself a second to adjust.

“You’re so tight. Feel so perfect around me.” He moaned and you kissed his temple as you started to roll your hips against his and he moaned again. He placed his lips on your sweet spot before he spoke again. “Please can I leave a mark?” He asked and your hand found its way into his hair as you gripped his curls.

“I think I can let you do that.” You moaned and he instantly began sucking, biting and licking at your sweet spot, marking you. You rocked your hips against his as his hands found your waist. He didn’t take control like he usually would, just let his hands sit there. You were close again and you clenched around him making him moan, he moved a hand and lightly placed a hand over your clit.

“Can I?” He asked and you nodded furiously as he put pressure on your clit and began to rub circles into it. You felt him twitch slightly inside you and you knew he was close to. It wasn’t long before you were both climaxing as he moaned your name and you rolled your hips against his to fuck you both through your highs.

You collapsed against Tom’s chest as he brought his arms around you, neither of you had moved yet, both needing a few minutes to recover. He kissed your temple repeatedly as you steadied your breathing.

“I love you.” You said and he kissed your cheek.

“I love you too baby.” He spoke again. “I love that side of you, gets me hard every time.” He said and you laughed.

“Still think you’re better at it.” You laughed and he smirked.

“That’s because you falter slightly when your close. But you were perfect baby, you always are.” He said and you pulled back to look at him. He was right every time you were close to an orgasm he could take control back if he wanted to and you wouldn’t stop him, too consumed by pleasure.

“That’s because you’re too good at giving me orgasms.” You said as you moved off him and cleaned your both up, before straddling him again. He smirked.

“Sorry love, want me to stop?” He asked and you shook your head as he laughed. “God, you had me fucking hard then princess, fucking amazing.” He said. “Getting hard thinking about it.” He smirked and sure enough he was hard again. “Want me to give you a few more tips on being a dom?” He whispered against your lips and you moaned as you grew wet again. You were both switches and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader #tom holland smut

[pochiperpe90]

Here comes “The Old Guard”. Marinelli goes to Hollywood, alongside Charlize Theron.

“Alone, fragile and immortal.”

A story of love, friendship and compassion with an ancient warrior and a young African American, who has just discovered she is immortal, as protagonists. Because the world needs women and courage knows no gender differences. 20 years after “Love & Basketball” and after “The Secret Life of Bees” and “Beyond the Lights - Find Your Voice”, Gina Prince-Bythewood comes to the action movie with very clear ideas on how to reinvent the rules. We talked to her over the phone while she was in Los Angeles during the lockdown. 

A superhero movie that doesn't look like a superhero movie. Is that why you decided to make it? 

Absolutely yes, when I read the script I realized that despite the fantastic genre there was a very realistic background. These characters are real and it's easy for the audience to relate to them despite being immortal. They fight for goals and reasons that people understand. The more realistic the film, the more viewers can reflect themselves in the protagonists. 

In fact, the most fascinating aspect of the characters is their vulnerability: they are immortal, but up to a certain point, which is a paradox. They too have to deal with the sense of the end. 

There is a possibility that they may die, that their immortality is interrupted, that they still suffer from their wounds, and this brings them closer to us. The public still feels sorry for them when they see them in danger.

Immortals suffer, and not just physically.

Many think that being able to live forever would be extraordinary, but no one asks what this really means. Immortality has consequences: it can be a gift, but it can also be a curse.

And we don’t know why immortality fell to them. 

The thing I loved about the graphic novel and the script is the fact that there is no explanation. Not only do we not know it, but neither do the protagonists. But it is a trilogy and therefore there is still a lot to tell.

Could you offer your contribution to the script? 

It was a great script, with great roles based on the graphic novel so I stayed very true to the text. With the author, Greg Rucka, we wanted to reflect on the fear of taking someone's life, the one that sometimes overwhelms soldiers in war, whose psychology is often neglected. Hollywood films have never been very concerned with this aspect, as if killing had no consequences. The protagonists are forced to kill, but if someone has been doing it for centuries, for others it’s the first time. 

What struck you about Luca Marinelli? 

I could talk about him for days, I love him, he's the actor that all directors dream of having on set. He loved the character and gave him life in a very credible way. Between him and Marwan Kenzari is born a great complicity, necessary between two people who have been together for centuries. Luca's eyes are full of soul, his Nicky is the heart of the group, he’s the most sensitive character of all of them. 

Charlize Theron, who is also one of the producers, has an increasingly and more torn body.

Charlize has already played roles like this one, she is very credible in the genre of action and has been helpful to who had never faced it before. From her, who really worked hard, others learned to do the same. She is very credible in the role of a woman who lived for thousands of years.

Matthias Schoenaerts, on the other hand, has an insidious role. 

He embodies the tragedy of immortality, loneliness, betrayal. He is the actor who most resembles his character in the graphic novel. He wanted to make the film at all costs because he had never measured himself with the action genre and felt he had things to express. 

The film underlines how today it’s no longer possible to hide, images can capture you at any time. 

In a scene near the end, when the immortals look at photos and articles about them, they truly become aware for the first time of everything they have done to protect humanity. They understand the power of images from which they continually try to escape in order to hide their identity. 

And then we talk about science and profit. 

In the film, people from different places join forces to protect the world, a need even more relevant today. Yet it is increasingly evident that profit matters more than human lives. 

Do you think the film industry is becoming more inclusive with women? 

Things are finally changing and I am grateful that, despite having no other action films on my resume, I have been entrusted with The Old Guard. I am grateful for the trust they have placed in me. It should be taken for granted by now that women are capable of coping with any film genre and I think how much pressure from the industry Patty Jenkins, who directed Wonder Woman to success and opening the door for many of us, went through. But the door must be wide open because there are still few who have such opportunities. 

In your opinion, have opportunities grown with the arrival of platforms like Netflix? 

Netflix wasn't afraid to trust a series of directors. Which studio would have produced Roma or Irishman? He has the courage to make films that Hollywood deems too risky.

The Golden boy

“Luca Marinelli, as we have never seen him before: in his Hollywood debut, he becomes an immortal and fights with Charlize Theron to save the world.”

Just before the lockdown he was one of the jury members of the 70th Berlinale in the city where he has lived for years - and he swears he had so much fun watching three films a day. The audience awaits him in theatre in the role of Diabolik, in the film directed by Manetti Bros., but on July 10th he arrives on Netflix with The Old Guard, the action movie that sees him alongside Charlize Theron. And where he plays the Italian Nicolo, Nicky for the group of immortals he belongs to. Directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood and based on the graphic novel by Greg Rucka and Leandro Fernández, the film offers Luca Marinelli an insidious superpower, an endless love and a new opportunity to demonstrate his talent as a true champion. We reached him on the phone and he, less shy than usual, told us how he became a secular "superhero".

How did you get to the project? 

I auditioned in London, where I later returned and met the director. Lastly, there was a final meeting between me and Marwan Kenzari. We made a scene together and then they announced to me, "We'd love for you to be Nicky." 

What struck you about this character? 

The story fascinated me because it tells of immortals as if they were the damned. Nicky and Joe live this condition as a gift because they are linked by a wonderful love story and they are not alone. They met in an absurd and paradoxical situation, during the Crusades, ready to kill themselves. They did it a hundred times and then they looked at each other and fell in love. But others suffer from it, like Andy and Booker. In a beautiful scene, Booker, played by Matthias Schoenaerts, explains what happens to them: they see the people they love die and blame them because they cannot prevent it. And they are tired of watching the world repeat itself following the same dynamics. They fight to save people, but everything seems to go on the same way. Only in the end will they discover what they have done and what they are doing. 

How did it go with Charlize Theron? 

Well, it was wonderful! As I read the script I said to myself: am I really going to make a film with Charlize Theron? And hug as well! I was very excited and intimidated already while reading. She is an extraordinary actress. In the scene where we are at the table and everyone tells Nile something about us, Andy tells her what we are and it was nice to see her running and venturing into the midst of emotions and thoughts. Sometimes I got distracted and didn't say my line. But Charlyze is also a crazy athlete. You have to be really athletes, otherwise you don't survive at the end of the day. And Charlize is an athlete of the body and the heart. 

What about her athletic training? 

We got together a month before shooting to start working with the stunts. I had to get some athleticism back: when I arrived and they looked at me I think they were a little worried. We had to become familiar with martial arts and then we switched from the sword to other weapons and to hand-to-hand combat. We prepared scene by scene, including the choreographies, different for each fight, and each of us had his own rubber reproduction of the sword. It was an unforgettable training.

The immortals come from different places in the world. How much of Italy is there in Nicky? 

Apart from the pronunciation? They still laugh at some of the things I said. Marwan and Matthias, but also Charlize, speak Italian at different levels and every now and then I enjoyed shooting a few sentences to which they could answer me. 

Did you offer your character something that wasn't in the script? 

Well, being in such a group, shy as I am ... I tried. I have always focused on the bond between Nicky, Joe and the other members of the group, because I am interested in discovering what is inside a character, his feelings, how he looks at the world, what excites him. Nicky has lived for centuries, but still greets the people he meets in the desert with a smile, inside him there is the flame of an infinite good. Each character has a different sensitivity and their own armor. Nicky is perhaps the least armored one.

The challenge was also to make people believe in a love story that has lasted for centuries. 

Marwan recites a beautiful monologue in which he talks about their love story. I hope that each of us, in their short life, can say the same thing about the person they love. 

You’ve already had superpowers in “They Call Me Jeeg”. What is your relationship with this genre? 

I like it very much and I think that both films, very different from each other, have a very interesting soul. In Jeeg Robot, Enzo Ceccotti uses his superpowers to help others, taking on a social responsibility. In The Old Guard the protagonists put themselves at the service of others, even if no one has asked them to. “This is what we do,” they repeat over and over to each other. What they do is save people, participate in what they think is right. 

How do you think they would react to protests on American streets and around the world?

I don't feel like playing games, mixing reality and fiction on a terribly real subject like this. I think that in reality, outside of any cinematic fiction, it’s fundamental to fight for equality, within society, but also within ourselves. To go back to our film, if in a microscopic way we manage to carry a message in that direction, I would be very happy. 

What director was Gina Prince-Bythewood? 

She is always ready to listen, and I am someone who asks a lot of questions even at inappropriate times. She always had great patience and was very attentive to the emotional side of the film, to the interiority and beauty of the characters.

CIAK Magazine - Luglio 2020

Just wanted to translate this old interview for the non-italian’s fans ^^ (sorry for my English)

#Luca Marinelli #marwan kenzari #Charlize Theron #gina prince bythewood #Matthias Schoenaerts #the old guard #TOG #TOG Cast #Film #netflix #magazine #movie #interview #english #english translation #mine #joenicky #joe x nicky #Immortal husbands

[buckyownsmylife]

Burn - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: p in v, oral (f and m), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

A/N: day 11 of kinktober and the prompts were blindfold + “Hold it”. Once again, the smut is coming without revision and I’m still taking up friendship applications and beta applications which may or may not coincide. Hope you like this one, because I’m feeling dead inside.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Rationally, I knew it was stupid to feel this way. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to a date with Henry, but the truth was, nothing could have prepared me to what it would feel like to see him kissing someone else, having to sell that he was in love with another woman because that was a part of what he did to make a living.

But I had the best boyfriend, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed to feel better about the entire situation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked as I slowly grinded against his belly muscles, appreciating the view of my very strong boyfriend stripped naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. 

“I-I’m okay,” he answered in the form of a whisper, almost like he was afraid to break the sexual atmosphere of the room, but I pouted. That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. It made me feel like I wasn’t doing my job right.

“Only okay?” I had to clarify, running one of my fingers over his bottom lip, before pulling it down and biting it until I heard him gasp. “You’re breaking my heart, honey. Would you prefer if it was Keyra doing this with you?”

The reaction was immediate. His body tensed up, and by the abrupt movement of his arms, I could see he had tried to move them to hold me, but the restraints made it impossible for him to do so.

“No, darling. Absolutely not. You’re the only one I want like this, the only one I trust enough to share this experience with.” I melted. Who wouldn’t, after such a declaration from the man you love?

“I know, baby,” I calmed him, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his lips, watching in amusement as he tried to follow me in the hopes of deepening it. “I’m only messing with you.” I resumed the movements over his abs, needing to feel a little bit more friction on my clit. His answering groan warned me of how truly pained he was feeling at the whole situation.

“Not being able to see you grinding against my chest is the most terrible punishment you could administer.” I had to giggle at his dramatics. Only my bear of a boyfriend would feel so terrible at having his girlfriend controlling his pleasure for once.

“Well, maybe this way you can understand how I feel everytime you film a love scene with another person.” He sucked in a breath, immediately shutting up, and I almost felt bad about my honest remark, but I decided he was mature enough to be able to suck it up. He was the one to suggest our current activity, after all.

“You know what? I don’t see why your punishment should be mine, too. I wanna cum, and you’re gonna make me cum.” I climbed over his body until my legs were on each side of his face, and I tried to ignore the cheshire cat smile Henry was trying very hard to suppress at the prospect of eating me out. “You remember what you have to do when you need to come up for air? Ok.”

After making sure he was reminded of the safe gesture we had anticipated for this kind of activity (a bite on my inner thigh), I lowered myself to meet his waiting tongue, that stood perfectly pointed up at me.

“Fuck,” I immediately breathed out, as always pleasantly surprised at just how incredible Henry was at eating pussy. He treated it like some sort of exotic, delicious dish, and he loved how wet he could make me get just so there was more for him to taste. “You’re too good at this,” I jested, wrapping my fingers around his curls, taking advantage of the fact that he had allowed his hair to get longer for this last role. I loved it like this, I loved being able to use it to try to control his movements.

But tonight, I didn’t have to try. I was the one in control. 

I rode Henry’s face slowly, still too self-aware in this position, but the second his lips wrapped around my clit, I was a goner. Gripping the headboard in front of me, I let myself sit more comfortably in his face, trusting in his use of the safety measure if it was necessary, and I relaxed, enjoying the filthy symphony that my moans and his slurping sounds created in our bedroom. 

As my high approached, he must have sensed it, because his licking became more feral, growls escaping his lips and reverberating against me as I started to fully grind my pussy against his face, crying out every time I bumped on his nose.

And then, I flooded his lips with my essence, temporarily blacking out before scrambling to get out of his face, so he could properly breathe again. I felt like my heart was fluttering at the sight of his perfect lips arranged in a full-on pout.

“You didn’t let me enjoy my meal properly!”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this at all, remember?” He still looked like I had deeply hurt him, so I leaned down to properly kiss him for the first time that night. Henry moaned against my lips when I deepened our kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with mine as I appreciated my own taste. When we separated again, I was slightly out of breath and his lips were a shade of pink that denounced just how roughly we’d been kissing.

“Didn’t take you for having an asphyxiation kink,” I whispered against his lips, making him smile. “Now, I think it’s about time I take care of you, huh? Let me help you.” Henry didn’t say anything to that, knowing a trap when he heard one. In fact, I could see that he was holding his breath, as I made my way down his body, until I was staring at his perfect cock. The second I wrapped my hand around it, a deep, guttural groan escaped from Henry’s chest.

“Well, someone’s been feeling deprived.” I smiled at my boyfriends chuckle, knowing that was the very idea of the exercise we were currently partaking in, only now it was time for the real torture. Slowly, I licked a strip from the base of his cock until his leaking head, allowing myself to shallowly suck the precum there before immediately releasing his member.  

“You do taste wonderfully,” I teased, licking my own lips to chase the remnants of his taste. My only response was another groan, this one more tortured than the last. “And we’re only getting started, baby.”

I leaned down to wrap my lips around his dick once more, this time going further down after spending a few minutes sucking on the head of his member. Each new inch I uncovered had me retreating until only the head was between my lips, until I was bobbing my head and sucking the life out of him.

Henry’s P.O.V.

Going from practically no stimulation to the best blowjob of my life was making me feral with the intensity of the reactions she provoked on my body. My heartbeat had accelerated to a point not even running could achieve, and I swear that if I was standing, my knees would have given out on me.

Within minutes, I could feel my sack weighing heavier, signaling a fast approaching release I knew she wouldn’t grant me. Still, I allowed myself to entertain the idea of cumming on her perfect mouth, filling her up with my seed and hearing her satisfied little moan at my taste on her tongue. 

“Hold it.” Two words, and yet the effect was instantaneous, if only because at the sight of me fighting against my restraints as my orgasm approached, she immediately retreated until only her fist remained on my erection, massaging it just enough to keep it alive.

The slow, shallow movements were worse than nothing at all, somehow. I couldn’t keep the disappointed groan that made her laugh from showing just how devastated I truly was, but her answering laugh came with the feeling of her warm cunt rubbing against the blunt head of my cock, so I felt like a reward was on the horizon for me.

“Do you miss this?” I knew what she was referring to, and I also knew the answer without even needing to think about it. There were few things I loved in life more than being inside of her, and in that moment, I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Madly.” She chuckled at my answer, and I could perfectly imagine her shaking her head at me, a cute little smile on her face as she averted her gaze, still incapable of accepting just how much I truly loved and desired her.

“How is it that you always know just what to say?” It was my turn to chuckle, but it turned into a hiss as she calmly positioned my cock over her hole and leisurely sat down on it, like it was no big deal at all.

I knew better, however. It was in the way her nails bit on my navel as the muscles in her thighs struggled to accept the tempo of the movement she was performing. I knew she was relishing in the burn of my member stretching her, like it always did anytime I penetrated her, no matter how thoroughly I fucked her nightly. She always struggled to take me in, and I can’t say it wasn’t a huge ego booster.

“Tell me what you want,” she ordered, and I licked my lips at the prospect of finally getting my way. 

“I want to fill that perfect little pussy until it’s dripping out of you, even with my cock still buried in there.” I didn’t have to see to know that she shivered at my words. I could feel it through the connection between our bodies, and I took devious delight in it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Well, I couldn’t say that he didn’t earn it. Just his words were enough to get me hornier than I’d ever been before I met Henry, and my hips moved on their own accord, until I was riding him with an ardor I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling. I didn’t even know I had the muscle strength to express it.

Nonetheless, we’re capable of a lot when we’re thrown in the fits of passion, I’d come to learn. And for Henry, I was pretty much down to do anything. So I just accepted the burst of energy and held on his chest for the ride, taking the opportunity to oggle my boyfriend freely even though I could see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. 

He still looked perfect, and absolutely ruined, his mouth open in a silent O as he panted and tried to thrust up against me as I fucked myself on his cock, but his desperation didn’t allow him to match our tempos. 

I still knew just how to make him cum with me, though.

Planting my knees on the mattress more firmly, I leaned over him to change the angle he was hitting inside of me, making sure the head of his cock was pounding against my sweet spot each time he was snuggled deep inside of me. And then, I threw myself back at his member furiously, determined to reach my own high and bring him with me. 

“Come on, honey, didn’t you say you wanted to fill me up? Here’s your chance. Fill me up, daddy. I wanna have your cum dripping out of me, making a mess on our bed. Please, cum inside of me. Please, please, please.” Each word that came out of my lips was accompanied by a jolt of my hips, and soon enough, Henry’s cock was twitching inside of me just when I, too, reached that euphoric high. 

I’d barely caught my breath and he was already struggling against the restraints, wordlessly begging me to release him, and I had to roll my eyes at his antics. “There you go, was that really so hard?” I asked after I’d freed him from the handcuffs and he immediately took off the blindfold, his hands coming up to squeeze a breast before rubbing all over my body, like he was trying to make up for lost time. 

“Darling, I think you know better than anyone just how hard I was.” I had to laugh, thankful to have his hands on me again after, in reality, depriving myself of his touch, but he really wasn’t wrong in what he was saying.

“Oh, yeah, I can attest to that. Specially since you’re still pretty hard inside of me.” Before I could understand what was happening, he had rolled us over until he was the one hovering over me, his cock still nested deep inside my pussy.

“And I know just the way to solve that problem.”

#henry cavill #smut #henry cavill smut #my fics #kinktober #kinktober 2020 #henry cavill reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill imagines #henry cavill writing #henry cavill writings #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill fanfiction

[camthesolemnone]

*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

.

Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base. 

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

.

Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

.

Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again. 

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

.

In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

.

He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out. 

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

.

“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

#tf2 #heavymedic #fanfiction #soulmates

[chokemeanakin]

Aggressive Negotiations (part one)-- Anakin Skywalker x fem reader

Okay so I’ve gotten a lot of requests for Anakin seeing reader dressed up for the first time, and I also got a “stuck-in-the-closet” trope, and a “handcuffed-together” trope, so I thought I’d knock out three birds with one stone and just combine them all. Enjoy ;)

(Ps I hope you all don’t mind that I always make reader a non-jedi? Idk I just prefer it when they both have their own strengths.)

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The thin material of the dress stuck to your legs, and you tugged it down self-consciously. Fancy red dresses were not your usual cup of tea, but tonight you had a mission, and the entirety of it depended on your ability to seduce the Prince of Krygo.

For once, you wished Anakin had failed at a mission. He had been sent before you to drive Separatist forces away from Kygo before they could take over the rich mining planet, and had succeeded in not only that, but saving the Prince’s life. Of course, this meant a banquet of celebration was to be held, with Anakin as the guest of honor. 

Then, rumors of Count Dooku’s presence at the ball were revealed, which is where you came in. Anakin could not get the information alone-- he needed a more… direct source to the knowledge, one where the Prince would have his guard down and he’d be completely open to divulging important information. The Council was obviously “under-the-table” about suggesting you fill this role, and still won’t explicitly tell you what they suggest you do. But you got the idea. 

Not that it made you uncomfortable. You were perfectly fine with exploiting a man’s weaknesses for your own good-- in the most respectful way possible. It was mostly the fact that it was Anakin who would be by your side tonight, and it was also Anakin who was your secret lover, and Anakin who had a bad habit of becoming possessive and jealous whenever he felt like his attachment to you became threatened. Therefore, you had to have a talk with him before all this.

“Anakin, sweetie, baby, my love,”

“Hm?” 

“Pookie pie. Boo bear. Apple of my eye.”

“Yes, Y/n. Cut it out with nicknames.”

You leaned over the couch where he was sitting and reading his war reports, looking at him sideways. “You know I love you, right?”

“I do...” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Then you know that whatever happens at the ball, between me and the Prince, it means nothing.”

“What are you planning on doing, exactly?”

Now he was sitting up, alarmed. You hugged his head to your chest, kissing his cheek from behind to try and diffuse the situation.

“Nothing too elaborate. Just get him in a position where he has no choice but to tell me where and why he’s hiding Count Dooku.”

“I don’t like what you’re implying.”

“It’s nothing like that, Ani. I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“But he might.”

“I won’t let it get that far.”

“You’d be surprised how hard it is to control someone in a situation like that.”

“You speak from experience?”

“No-- no of course not. I just don’t want you to be in that position.”

“Anakin, I know how to handle myself.”

He was rigid beneath your arms, quiet.

“This wasn’t supposed to be that elaborate.”

You drew patterns into the leather armor over his chest, as if you could draw the stress out through your fingertips.

“It’s not. I just thought I’d warn you, in case you see something you don’t like. I don’t want you to think I enjoy his presence, or him. I love you, and that’s all that matters at the end of the mission. Okay?”

“I still don’t like this,” he sighed, finally relaxing back into your arms. “But I trust you.”

“Thank you,” you kissed the top of his head, inhaling his scent. You could feel his unease, but both of you knew there was nothing you could really do to help the situation. You had to get the information out of the Prince, and he was notorious for favoring human women like you. The setup was perfect-- all you had to do was lure him in, set the trap, and then spring when the moment was right. You both knew you had it all under control, even if it did make Anakin nervous.

The one thing you didn’t really think about before agreeing to this, however, was the fact that you would have to dress up. Like… dress up, dress up. It was a formal ball, which meant the ladies had to wear gowns and men had to wear suits. You didn’t know much about fashion, and what was expected for this ball specifically, nor did you even own anything fancy enough to wear. So you went to Padme, who more than gladly lent you a dress that was both elegant and sexy… more so than was probably appropriate.

It was a necessary evil.

Step one was getting the dress, and that part was over. Now began the more difficult phase of the mission: actually putting on the dress and becoming that seductress, even though you had never really done anything like this before. Even more nerve-wracking— you’d have to face Anakin, who had never seen you in anything but your daily clothes before. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your dress down again. It’s not like you had anything to be nervous about— you looked amazing. The dress clung to every inch of your body, the red hue of it popping out against your skin color. Your hair was styled and draped over your shoulders, and you had done your makeup dark and alluring. 

You were just nervous to see Anakin’s reaction… or was that excitement?

A buzzer startled you out of your train of thought, signaling that it was time to head down to the party. Anakin must be right outside, waiting for you. You took one last look in the mirror, and then turned to open the door.

The sight of him took your breath away, as per usual. He was dressed in a black suit, form-fitting and dark through and through. You’re not sure why he favored the black theme, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t flatter him. He looked dangerous, and the tilted smirk he was giving you added to the bachelor aura. 

“Y/n…” he murmured, immediately fitting his hands around your waist. 

“Yes?” You asked when he didn’t continue. He held you a couple inches away, admiring every inch of you. You squirmed under his greedy eyes. “Do… do you think it’s good enough?” 

“Good enough?” He finally met your gaze, lifting his brows incredulously. “You’re enchanting.” 

Your cheeks flooded with heat, the intensity behind those words loaded with truth. His voice was low, slightly raspy as if he was holding himself back from dragging you into the room and having his way with you here and now, mission be damned. A big part of you wanted that, but a bigger part of you enjoyed standing here, being inspected as if you were the most beautiful girl in the galaxy under his intensifying gaze. 

The shift in Anakin’s eyes made you feel like you were on top of the world, like you could do anything. If he thought you were so beautiful when he looked like that… well, maybe you could do anything.

“You look incredible,” he breathed, sliding his hands further around your waist to pull you closer. It was only when he nudged your arms around his own waist did you realize what he was doing— he wanted you to feel the lightsaber he had under his suit jacket, reminding you of the mission, how he’d be watching and protecting you from afar.

You should have known before even opening the door that you would be watched every second of this ball, even now in the hallway of the palace. Something shady was going on on Krygo, and you two were the main targets.

“Let’s head down to the main event, yeah?” He suggested, pulling away and offering his arm. You gathered your composure and hooked your arm around his elbow, allowing him to lead you down the stairs, through the grand hall, and into the ballroom.

It was exactly what you’d imagined— a small orchestra on the stage, playing slow violin waltzes, elegant lace dresses spinning around the room, dress shoes tapping over glossy marble floors, and an overwhelming floral scent from the thousands of purple roses adorning the room. 

You spotted the Prince across the room— he was dressed in a delicate white suit, accented with silver and gold, black hair gelled back with a single curl hanging over his forehead. He was striking, but in a different way— a mischievous way. Those mossy eyes were hiding something. 

The Prince stopped the whole room with a raise of his glass. He tilted it toward Anakin and you, thanking him for his service to himself and the planet. A murmur of gratitude travelled around the room, and his glass lowered. The ball resumed, but the Prince’s eyes stayed locked in your direction— this time, landing directly on you. He flicked his head, motioning for the two of you to approach.

“You have your knife with you?” Anakin grit between his teeth as he led you toward him.

The arm that wasn’t hooked onto Anakin’s brushed by your side, feeling the minuscule lump of the knife you had slid into the band around your thigh. Your dress had a slit on that leg, providing you easy access for when the time came to use it. 

“I’m all set,” you whispered back. He looked at you quickly, his eyes full of hesitance and fear. It was gone in a blink.

“Anakin Skywalker,” the Prince purred as the two of you approached. The rest of his company filtered away. “Or should I say, General Skywalker?”

“Please, Anakin,” he smiled, charming as ever. 

“How are you enjoying the ball so far? Does it live up to your Coruscant-ee standards?”

You didn’t like the Prince’s tone of voice. He had a playful lilt, as if everything he said was mocking, a game. It was irritating and unnerving, and made it seem like he knew something you didn’t. 

“I can’t say we have many dances at the Jedi temple,” Anakin answered coolly, accepting the drink that the Prince handed him. “But this far exceeds any expectations I might have had.”

“I’m glad you think so— you are the guest of honor,” the Prince bowed his head, lips curling impishly. “And for you, my lady,” he handed you a flute of champagne, similar to Anakin’s.

You took it, smiling sweetly in response. Inside, your nerves were firing out of control. You couldn’t do this— how were you supposed to flirt this man up with Anakin right next to you? It felt too unnatural, too wrong… You needed him to leave, and soon;  before the Prince dismissed you, and your only chance at getting him alone for the night was gone.

“I regret coming off as ungrateful, but I believe I see Captain Wel-Solley. We haven’t talked since the battle of Geonosis. You don’t mind, do you?”

You sighed in relief as Anakin excused himself, unhooking his arm from yours.

“Of course not, go ahead,” the Prince encouraged, ushering him with a sweep of his hand. Anakin nodded once and left, fingers lingering on your arm. You knew what he meant by it— 

Be careful.

You took a sip of the champagne so you could have a moment to gather your thoughts before hurling yourself headfirst into this mess of a mission. The Prince was already looking at you as you lowered your glass.

“And what do you think of this ball, m’lady?”

“Call me Y/n,” you smiled a bit, leveling your gaze at him. “And I think it’s beautiful. I’ve never been to a ball this extravagant before.”

“So you’re experienced in gallant culture?”

“My mother was princess of Fauna, before the Separatists took over,” you lied. “I grew up in a palace much like this one.”

You’re not sure where that story came from, but you always were a terrific liar. You knew you needed to find a level ground with him, create some kind of unifying factor between the two of you. Why not choose his status? You trusted your gut to just go with it.

“The daughter of a Princess. So that makes you… what? A princess as well?”

“I’d assume so,” you laugh prettily. “It’s no matter to me. I’m not bound by a royal lifestyle anymore.”

“So what do you do? Travel with Republic war generals to keep their morale up?” 

“Actually, I’m more of a diplomat,” you swirled the champagne around in your glass, feigning absent-mindedness. “I negotiate treaties, keep the peace when possible.”

He tilted his head, scanning your figure. You could see the appreciating glint in his eye but pretended not to notice. Funnily enough, his face was his weakness. While his voice and demeanor gave you the impression he was spinning a trap around you, his face gave away all of his emotions. You could almost read his thoughts— how you looked so enticing, elegant but teetered on the edge of scandalous. How could an outside like yours be paired with an inspiring, intelligent interior? And a member of royalty, at that? It must be too good to be true.

“Besides,” you continued nonchalantly, “you know the Jedi… their morales don’t require much upkeep.”

“Oh?” The Prince was intrigued. “And what are you implying?”

“Well, they teach against that sort of attachment,” you inform him, a sly smirk spreading across your lips. “A pity, really. It’s been a while since I’ve had any… fun.”

The Prince picked up on that quickly. His grin turned equally sinful, eyes darkening just a shade.

“Well, if you finish that drink, I’m sure we can find something more worthwhile to do.”

“Yeah?” You took a sip and bat your eyes innocently. “Like dancing?”

“Like dancing,” he confirmed, and you both laughed.

Got him.

You scanned the room for Anakin as you took your next sip, finding him dancing with an older woman by the window. He immediately turned to catch your eye, just barely nodding.

You swallowed the last of your champagne, setting it on a silver platter as the server walked by. “So where would you like to continue this?”

You attributed your newfound boldness to the alcohol in your system, as well as the high you got from your recent success. It was almost too easy how he fell into the palm of your hand, but you weren’t going to question it. Now, you had to get him all alone.

“My bedroom is quite large,” the Prince suggested. “There’s lots of room for dancing.”

“I’d hope,” you played along. “I can get quite… sloppy with my steps. No one ever taught me how to dance like a lady.”

“A princess with a dirty technique? I guess I’ll just have to teach you how to do it right.”

His arm stretched out to you, and there it was. Your golden ticket to success. You hooked your arm around his elbow, and he began to lead you out of the ballroom. Anakin’s eyes were palpable on your back as he watched you leave.

Just as you crossed the threshold, you began to feel funny. Your head grew light, vision blurring in and out. Your stomach dropped, and you suddenly felt very faint.

“Are you okay, m’lady?” The Prince paused. “You’re complexion has turned a little pale.”

“Excuse me, I’m alright,” you held onto his arm a little tighter so you wouldn’t fall. “My excitement is getting the best of me.” 

“I must admit, I’m just as eager.”

You continued on through the halls, but with each step your grew worse and worse. Before long, your knees could no longer hold you up, and you could barely see two feet in front of you. The last thing you saw before blacking out was the Prince smiling cruelly down at you as he lowered you to the cool, marble floor.

#Anakin Skywalker #anakin #skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fic #anakin skywalker fic #anakin x reader fic #anakin skywalker x reader fic #anakin fluff #anakin banter #star wars prequels

[thunderstormsandmagic]

Caged Animal

“Hey, scum, get up,” a guard yelled as they banged their wand against the bars on the door of his cell. “Your presence is needed once again.” Draco Malfoy waited for the guard to walk away, and then slowly sat up from his cot. He wasn’t sure what day it was. Sometime in April or May? The year was 2003, he knew that for certain. He ran his hands over his face, getting ready for what would be another torturous day of life as Death Eater “scum”, as the guard had so eloquently said. 

After Harry Potter had beaten Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts, the Wizarding world had slowly started to go back to normal. All three members of the Malfoy family had gone back to Malfoy Manor, waiting for the inevitable day when they would be arrested. They all stayed in the same room, as they had when Draco had nightmares as a boy, having their house-elves deliver food and whatever else they needed to them. They never said much, just relished in the fact that for the first time in years, there was not a dark wizard sitting in their home and threatening their lives. Then one day, the Aurors came and all three were arrested. They went willingly, knowing it wasn’t worth putting up a fight. They were all placed in holding cells in Azkaban, himself and his mother in one, and his father in another. His father was quickly tried by the Wizengamot and found guilty, sentenced to life in prison. He passed away shortly after that, his body not being able to handle the poor conditions of Azkaban and knowing he would never see his wife and son again. When Draco and Narcissa were told the news, he held his mother as she cried, praying to Merlin that his mother did not receive the same fate as his father. 

His mother’s trial had gone on longer than his father’s, not as clear cut of a case. Her sentencing had required all of the Malfoy vaults to be drained and the money “donated” to rebuilding Hogwarts. That only left his mother with her inheritance from the Black side of the family. Despite the fact that he was upset at her situation, he was eternally grateful that she avoided Azkaban. He had been told by the guards, taunted more like it, that the great Harry Potter had testified for his mother. 

When it came time for his trial, he knew that there was no way he was going to leave Azkaban. His father had died and his mother had gotten away relatively unscathed. They had wanted to make an example out of his family and he was their last chance to do so. When he had been carted from Azkaban to the Ministry, he didn’t say anything. During his trial, he listened as the various members of the Wizengamot recited his war crimes, embellishing them to be more than they were, but he didn’t argue. He deserved everything that was coming to him. Bloody Harry Potter testified at his trial, just like he had done for his mother. But Hermione Granger also showed up and he couldn’t believe his eyes when her name was called and she went up to the witness stand. He was still in disbelief as he listened to her share her story of how he wouldn’t identify her and her friends when they had been brought to his home. He watched the way her right hand constantly grasped over her left forearm, knowing full well what was under there. He wanted to shout from his cage that she was wrong. Draco didn’t identify her or her friends because he was a good person. It was for his own selfish reasons. The Dark Lord was out of the house and he and his parents tried to enjoy any moment they could without him there. He just did not want him summoned back yet. He had only just left their home. 

He couldn’t look her in the eyes, although he could feel her staring down at him in his cage. He just sat there for the rest of the trail, trying not to let the memory of her torture overwhelm him. Even though two-thirds of the Golden Trio had testified on his behalf, he was still sentenced to life in prison. Not only that, but any money that was his from the Malfoy or Black inheritance was to be “donated” to rebuilding causes from the war. “It’s not like he will be needing it in Azkaban,” he had heard one member of the Wizengamot mumble to another. And so, a week after he turned 18, Draco Malfoy had accepted his fate of life in prison, being someone who the Ministry locked up and forgot about. He had no wand, no magic, no money, and no one thinking of him except his mother.

However, the Ministry did not forget about him. Just about a week after he had been sentenced, a guard had banged on his cell, waking him up, and told him he was wanted at the Ministry. He had been thoroughly confused but was in no place to fight it, so he went. He had been led by two Aurors to an apparition site that went straight into the Ministry. When he arrived, he was placed in a holding cell. After waiting for a while, a member of the Wizengamot arrived and told him that he was here to testify against other Death Eaters. In return, he would receive some time off from his sentence in Azkaban. Draco wanted to scoff at the man, like time shaved off a life sentence would make a difference, but kept his mouth shut and nodded. He did as he was told, testified against Corban Yaxley, and was taken back to Azkaban. This would happen every few weeks, during the height of the Death Eater trials, and then it became every few months when there were fewer Death Eaters captured or the lesser-known ones that needed more preparation to face trial. Although testifying got him out of a cell for a few hours, he still hated going. 

It seemed it would be another day of answering questions and doing what he was told. Another few years of his life sentence knocked off for testifying against a rogue Death Eater. “Yes, I do recognize him.” “Yes, he did sit around my dining room table with the Dark Lord at the head.” “Yes, I did watch him torture and kill innocent people.” All while she sat there and watched him testify. It wasn’t seeing his former “colleagues” that upset him about these trips, and it wasn’t that the guards treated him as if he was the dirt in the bottom of their dragon-hide boots. It also wasn’t that his nightmares were always worse on those nights because he had to relive the horrors of the accused. It was seeing her sitting in the stands, looking at him curiously. She was always there and he had no idea why. Maybe she got off on the fact that he was stuck in Azkaban for the rest of his life and came to see him locked in a cage like an animal. Maybe she was there to gloat, although neither of those reasons seemed like her. But then again, he didn’t really know her. He was just the boy who called her names at school. He was just the man who willingly took a mark that branded him as a villain for the rest of his life.  He was just a man who couldn’t look her in the eye because he was too much of a coward. Perhaps she was able to sleep better at night knowing that the man whose home she had been tortured in was locked up for the rest of his life. He knew if the roles were reversed, that would make him feel safer. 

Draco pulled himself together as best as he could and waited by the cell door for the guards to come back and get him. When they did, they gave him some stale bread and then led him down to the apparition point where they then took him to the Ministry. Draco knew the routine by now and just did what he was expected to do. After the guards locked him in the holding cell and left, he finally let out the breath he had been holding and sat down on the floor, facing the door so he could see if anyone came in. He leaned back against the metal bars of the cell, which was more like a cage than he cared to admit to himself. He took a piece of the stale bread and placed it into his mouth, trying not to eat it too fast. 

He was halfway done with the bread when the door opened, and Draco stood up quickly, ready to be taken by a guard to the courtroom. Much to his surprise, it was not a guard who opened the door but Hermione Granger. 

“Malfoy,” she said, watching him and waiting for him to do something. Draco nodded at her and responded with a “Granger.”

“I’m sure you are surprised to see me. You are not here to testify today. You are here because I need to talk to you,” she told him and he raised an eyebrow, curious. “First, would you like some tea? I brought some biscuits too.” He wanted to sob. He hadn’t had either tea or biscuits in years and the thought of eating something more than stale bread or cold soup was practically making him drool. But he couldn’t be weak in front of her, so he politely nodded, feigning disinterest. 

“I know it isn’t much, but more than you would get in Azkaban. It’s nice to celebrate and I figured you hadn’t done so in years,” Granger said to him as she opened the tin of biscuits she had pulled out of a bag and held it out to him. He tried to think about what could be so important to celebrate, important enough that she would pull him out of Azkaban. She could see his puzzled expression so she clarified. “Today is your 23rd birthday.” His hand froze as he was reaching for a biscuit. His birthday? It was already June?

“You didn’t know,” Hermione said, having noticed his reaction. He slowly shook his head no, embarrassed that he did not know it was his birthday, and resumed picking out some biscuits from the tin, avoiding the fruity ones, and selecting the ones with chocolate. How was he supposed to keep track of time in Azkaban? 

She summoned a chair from the other side of the room and sat down, pulling out a thermos full of tea and some mugs from her bag. She poured the tea and handed him a mug. “I apologize, I don’t know how you like your tea,” she told him. 

“Not to worry,” he muttered, afraid that his voice would break if he spoke louder. He wrapped both hands around the mug and took a small sip. He hadn’t felt anything this warm in almost five years. He let out a shuddering breath and held the mug right under his face, letting the steam drift up and tickle him. He knew she was sitting and watching him, but he didn’t care. He had forgotten what anything other than cold felt like. He took another sip of the tea and felt the warmth move from his head, downwards as he swallowed and it settled into his stomach. He then held the mug in one hand and picked up one of the biscuits with the other. He took a small bite, worried that a big one would make him sick, and closed his eyes. He couldn’t remember a time when biscuits tasted so good. It was shortbread with a chocolate drizzle on top and he had to stop himself from shoving the couple he had grabbed into his face. After a few minutes of simply enjoying his birthday delights, he looked back up at her, ready for her to say what she needed to say.

“As you know, you have been testifying against Death Eaters for the past few years in exchange for time off your sentence to Azkaban. I have come to let you know that you will be free from that horrid prison in one week.” Draco was thankful he had not sipped the tea again because he would have surely spit it out. 

“What?” he asked, not believing what she was saying. One week left? That would mean he would only have spent five years? There was no way the Wizengamot would let that slide.

“I have been working for the Wizengamot Administration Services in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I made it my job to get you to testify in as many trials as I could. I was able to get you into enough that you essentially have no time left. In fact, the Wizengamot should owe you, but I figured that battle wasn’t worth fighting. They didn’t realize how many testimonies you gave until I wrote up the paperwork, and trust me, they weren’t happy, but they couldn’t ignore it, so ta-da!” She looked very proud of herself for all she had done, but he wasn’t happy.

“Why? Why would you do that for some Death Eater scum?” he asked, frustrated. “You’ve certainly ruined your career, whatever it might have been. What about your friends? I’m sure Potter and Weasley were ecstatic to hear that you have gotten me out of Azkaban. I’m sure they believed I got what was coming to me. What will the world think when they find out their precious Golden Girl got a war criminal out of jail, Draco Malfoy no less? You are mad Granger!” He took the mug with tea and threw it out of the holding cell. He instantly regretted it, having wanted to finish the tea, but he was annoyed and this was the only way he could show it. The mug clamored to the ground by her feet but she left it there. She was shocked, and for a brief second, she let her surprise show. But then it was gone and was replaced with determination.

“I’m not another one of your pity projects,” he yelled at her. “You can’t win me over with tea and biscuits! I’m not a house-elf in need of freedom. I’m not some caged animal.” But the irony was not wasted on him as he leaned back and felt the cold metal bars press against his skin. He looked at her, trying to muster as much hatred as he could into his stare, but just didn’t have the energy to do so. The yelling and frustration had drained him and now he was trying to catch his breath. He realized it was no use fighting when he was malnourished. “I got what I deserved. I didn't ask for your sympathy,” he said to her, this time more quietly and looked down and away from her.

She walked up to the barred cage he was in and released an exhausted but annoyed sigh. “I have no sympathy for you. I do, however, have empathy. I know what it’s like to be treated as less than you are. Mudblood, remember?” She pointed to herself and he flinched when she said the word, and he knew she had seen him. “I am here because you do deserve better. You are a human being and you aren’t even being treated as such. Your trial was a show of political power and it wasn’t fair. There wasn’t enough evidence to support such a harsh sentence. They only did it to make an example out of you and that is not right. I will be getting you out of here next week, whether you like it or not. You deserve to see the sun again. You deserve to know it is your birthday and celebrate it. You deserve a well rounded meal. You deserve your magic back. You deserve to be reunited with your mother.” He continued to look at the ground, thinking he might actually cry if he looked at her and he would not cry in front of Hermione Granger. “You only have a week left, so stay alive and have hope. This time next week, I will be back, and you will be a free man.” She took a step back, away from the jail cell he was in, preparing to leave. She picked up the mug he threw and placed it and its counterpart back into her bag. She took the biscuit tin with her too. She made her way towards the door. 

“Thank you Hermione,” he whispered, not sure if she could hear him. Her steps faltered a bit, but she continued to walk out, nodding to the guard who had slipped in when he heard yelling. The guard looked at Draco and left the room, leaving him alone to crumble to the floor and sob.

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #caged animal #forever my otp #im proud of this

[schmergo]

This is not a hot take on the current President’s health situation (social media is full of that and I really doubt I could contribute anything unique), but I have an interest in historical presidential trivia, so I thought you might be interested in hearing some anecdotes about other Presidents who were hospitalized or otherwise ill during their presidencies— especially in light of the news that the current President has chosen to “work from the hospital” instead of passing duties to the VP.

This is by no means an exhaustive list. Presidents tend to be older dudes, and I’m sure their stressful jobs don’t help their personal health. But this is definitely not the first time that a current President dealt with a compromised health situation- and it’s perhaps not the only time the White House staff downplayed the risk level involved.

* This is probably the most interesting example to me: Grover Cleveland had a sizable tumor (and five teeth and part of his jaw) removed from his mouth during his presidency. The highly secretive procedure took place on a yacht when he was on a so-called “fishing trip.” The President was MIA for 4 days. His signature bushy mustache hid any scarring or facial differences from the procedure. Rumors that the President had cancer were viciously dismissed and the truth didn’t come out until over 20 years later, when Cleveland was already dead (from unrelated causes). There was a MAJOR stigma against cancer back then, and this could have undermined public trust in his ability to do his job.

* Ronald Reagan was quite elderly during his presidency and had several severe health problems- including the early signs of what would develop into Alzheimer’s. He had several surgeries during his presidency, most famously after his attempted assassination by John Hinckley Jr. His witty remarks after being shot are famous; the fact that he lost a huge amount of blood and was close to death is not. Much less-known than his assassination attempt was his bout of colon cancer. He had surgery to remove a cancerous polyp and two feet of his intestines in 1985 but did NOT invoke the clause in the 25th Amendment temporarily transferring Presidential powers to the VP. He resumed his full presidential duties a week after the surgery. I guess we’ll never know what would have happened if he experienced complications. Reagan also had skin cancer removed while in office, which he was pretty open about discussing.

* James Garfield: Another assassination attempt here, this one more dramatic. This was also before the aforementioned 25th Amendment. Poor President Garfield spent 11 weeks in intensive care after he was shot by Charles Guiteau. Massive infection and medical malpractice played major roles in his death. He served as President for only 200 days- and a sizable portion of that time slowly dying. There were no official guidelines in place about Presidential succession at the time- and the Senate had recently adjourned without choosing a president pro tempore. Vice President Chester A. Arthur did not want to assume Presidential powers in those months before he officially became President (and wouldn’t even move into DC), and Garfield was too unwell to do much work, so we basically had no real President during that time.

* Dwight D. Eisenhower: Eisenhower suffered from quite a litany of health problems, but most famously, he suffered a heart attack during an otherwise prosperous time for the country in 1955. The news of his heart attack caused the Dow Jones to lose over $14 billion- the worst day for the stock market since World War II! During the 6 weeks he spent in the hospital in Denver, Americans waited breathlessly for updates on the President’s condition and the media was as saturated with the story as it is today. Vice President Nixon did handle Eisenhower’s duties during this time, unlike Chester A. Arthur. Eisenhower was later elected for a second term, but his health struggles continued. Doctors believe that after that infamous first heart attack, he experienced at least 14 cardiac arrests and 7 myocardial infarctions before his death in 1969, as well as spending 5 days in the hospital for a surgery on his intestines. None of them, however, proved as expensive as the first.

* Woodrow Wilson: This brings us to the unusual story of America’s first unofficial female President. Another pandemic President, Wilson fell seriously ill from influenza in 1919 and never seemed to fully recover health. On October 2, 1919- Yes, exactly 101 years ago, isn’t that spooky?- Wilson suffered a severe stroke. The warning signs of mini strokes had gone on for some time, but now he had become paralyzed and partially blinded. (No, contrary to popular belief, FDR was not the first sitting President to live with paralysis.) Wilson’s wife Edith helped him carry out Presidential duties, hiding the full extent of his illness from even his own cabinet. Wilson was unwilling to resign, Vice President Thomas Marshall unwilling to resume to office, and Congress unsure what to do. Although Edith Wilson claimed that she merely helped her husband with physical tasks like signing papers, most historians now believe that she actually had taken on many important decisions and duties between late 1919 and the end of her husband’s time in office in 1921.

These are the major ones that I’d like to profile today- but I thought this was an interesting variety of cases involving the question of “who’s in charge while the President is sick?”

#current events #history #us history #american history #presidents

[baepop]

Sacrifice

When you go on a camping trip with your group of friends, you realize things aren’t as they seem.

Word Count: 14.3k

Pairing: You x Namjoon, You x BTS Members

Genre: Thriller, Smut, Angst

Warnings: OC is fucked in the head basically (disturbing thoughts/ actions); gore, graphic descriptions (It’s really not too bad but I want to make sure I cover all my bases)

Part 1 | Part 2

You could only see his profile during the duration of the car ride, but it’s all you really needed, enough to hold you off until you could get him alone.

It was easy to pretend you two were alone, two love birds skipping town to spend time together on a retreat away from all of your troubles. You were, after all, in the quieter car (save for Namjoon’s whistling) and that was because of who was riding in the back. Jungkook and Yoongi hardly ever said a word, not even to each other, so the drive up the mountain was peaceful. It was one of those drives that had you zoning out and imagining your life was completely different. Though, you couldn’t say your reveries were that diverse. They were all just variations of the same fantasy where you and Namjoon were madly in love, married and sometimes living in a foreign country. Well, you, Namjoon and his child growing inside of you. Being pregnant, for once, wasn’t just another daydream, and you were thankful for that.

It was easy to pretend he was your summer love, something light and airy, uncomplicated and fun, but it was anything but. He often gave you mixed signals, caused you to stay up at night wondering what he meant when he said this and that, and stressed you out about the authenticity of your relationship. You two simply didn’t exist as a couple outside of your own private sphere, and that worried you for many reasons.

You reclined back on your seat and reminisced about the precious moments you’d shared with him, specifically the first time you two met. It was years ago, at a party thrown by a friend of a friend of a friend. You decided to attend last minute, and you were glad you did, because as soon as you entered the kitchen, there he was, facing his back towards you as he carefully poured himself a drink. You were instantly filled with a sense of serendipity, convinced that the universe placed him in your path that night for a reason, because although this would be the first time you two would talk, it wouldn’t be the first time you’d laid eyes on him.

This had to be a sign, you two were somehow meant to be. You just knew it.

Without much of a second thought, you closed the distance in between you and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and took your breath away, just like that. God, he was so perfect, and you, you were nothing, a lowly admirer that would never have a chance. But being near him made you feel like someone, and it was enough of a feeling to cling onto as long as you needed to. Even after all this time, he still had that effect on you.

You smiled and looked at Namjoon once more before returning to your memory.

Your mouth was dry, and your mind went blank, not having bothered to come up with a plan for when you got this far.

“Hmm? Oh, it’s you.” The boy turned back to the task at hand, but instead of lifting his now full cup to his lips, he handed it to you and got himself another. You gladly took it, blushing at the idea that he seemed to recognize you somehow.

“Y-You know who I am?” You smiled at the brim of your cup, batting your eyelashes.

“Yeah, you’re the girl who followed me around the bookstore the other day.” You grew impossibly redder than before.

Your mind drifted to the day he was referring to. You were at your favorite shop in town, perusing the cookbooks when your favorite person walked in, sounding the familiar chime of the creaky wooden front door. You didn’t ogle right away, instead choosing to feign interest in Chrissy Teagan’s recipes as you watched Namjoon’s wispy silver hairs sway to and fro from the corner of your eye. He was surveying the science fiction book he had just picked up, and you wondered if he was going to buy it this time, since this wasn’t the first time he had gravitated towards that novel upon entering. He did end up buying it, but only after perusing the manga section for 20 minutes.

You didn’t think he noticed you that day. You must’ve been getting sloppier, you thought. Either way, the idea of him noticing you made you giddier than it did nervous.

“O-Oh.” It was all you could say. You had been caught red handed, after all. But he was smooth, easy on the eyes and had such a calming presence to him that you didn’t feel as embarrassed as you should’ve been. It just made you like him even more.

He clapped his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay, we’re all a little weird.” With a tentative smile, he bumped his cup with yours then walked away. You stared after him wistfully, butterflies in your stomach and stars in your eyes. He was, decidedly, the coolest person you’d ever know, so you followed him around that party all night, and this time you weren’t sneaking around.

You sighed and turned away from his beautiful face, choosing instead to squint at the rowdy car driving right beside you. The rest of the boys were there, and it looked like they were having such a heated discussion that they’d swerve into oncoming traffic at any minute. You chuckled to yourself, watching Hoseok take his eyes off the road to lean back and flail his arms around attempting to smack Taehyung.

Taehyung and that mouth of his, I wonder what he said to piss off this hyung this time.

“What’s so funny?” You looked over at Namjoon. His eyes were now trained on you, gentle and patient. His smile was slight, but it was still enough to bring his dimples out, and your heart leaped at the sight. It still bewildered you that no matter how chaotic your thoughts might be, a simple look of his was enough to still raging waters, each patient smile of his serving as a life preserver.

“Nothing, I’m just happy we’re doing this. I really needed to get away for a bit, you know?” Namjoon’s smile widened before he turned back to the road, resuming his whistling as the car continued to carry you for miles into what looked like uncharted territory. Dense foliage and vegetation surrounded the roads and went on uninterrupted like a background real. It was beautiful, to say the least.

You were simply content with taking in the change in scenery, because there was something magical about how a different environment could equate to a different persona. Back home, you were the same old you with your same old troubles. But out here, so far away from home, you could be anyone you wanted, so you imagined you were a farm girl who grew up with horses and lots of land, easily imagining yourself travestying the forest with innate expertise and grace.

It was fun, until the looming rainclouds ruined your reverie.

“Looks like it’s going to rain.” Yoongi woke up from his nap long enough to point out the obvious. Namjoon didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on the road ahead with both hands on the wheel. You recognized the seriousness in his demeanor, because while he would never express his worried thoughts outwardly, you knew he was still human. It was one of the things you loved about him so much, the role he played amongst his long-time friend group. He was always their fearless leader, even in situations that warranted a reasonable amount of fear.

When you first started hanging out with them, it was one of the first things you noticed about him, the way everyone seemed to gravitate towards him, to say things to gain his approval. But none of it seemed to ever go to his head. He was always kind, intelligent and understanding.

As you watched him from the passenger seat, you wanted so badly to reach out and touch him, to put your hand on his lap or hold out your palm for him to take, but you knew it’d be a bad idea, so instead his worry became your worry, watching the clouds and the road like a hawk while keeping track of time to make sure you could arrive to the encampment in time to beat the definite rain shower.

Eventually, a soft road that veered off the highway presented itself amongst a clearing in the trees. Namjoon slowed down enough for the second car to follow his lead as he turned into the dirt. You drove for a little while, past all kinds of trees and shrubbery that blended into countless other vegetation until a round clearing of a couple yards in diameter appeared up ahead. Namjoon parked the car further up to allow the second car to park behind him. Once the vehicles were off, you all got to work setting up the tents. It had grown darker, much darker than it was even just half an hour ago, and because of that, Namjoon suggested setting up the giant tent instead for the night since it appeared it might be storming all night. Everyone was okay with that, except for you. You were looking forwards to a little alone time with Namjoon, but it was clear that wasn’t going to happen, at least not tonight.

With a combined effort, you all had the massively sized tent pitched and erect under the biggest tree in the lot along with blankets, pillows and sleeping bags set up inside, one after the other. Only 5 minutes had passed after zipping up the entrance to the tent before the torrential downpour came down with a vengeance. You pouted as the only remaining light was blighted by the sky’s bad mood. This was an awful start to you and Namjoon’s romantic getaway.

The boys always talked about their legendary camping trips, it seemed, only exclusively around you. They always had insiders and memories from coming here every summer, moments you weren’t a part of that made you feel like an outsider. You were so tired of feeling left out that you finally begged Namjoon to let you come along. He nonchalantly agreed, much to your disappointment. You wanted him to say yes of course, but you wanted him to feel the excitement of going camping with a girlfriend and not just with another one of the guys. Although you were a part of the group, you wanted to be more to Namjoon.

You weren’t allowed much time to glower in the dark before the boys’ antics were lifting you from your funk. First, it was Jin with his whooping and hollering, then Hoseok with his imitation of bird noises that sounded god awful. You laughed at the knuckleheads along with everyone else.

Eventually, Namjoon found the lanterns he had packed away for a situation like this. Soft yellow light filled the tent, bouncing off the green fabric and onto everyone’s sweaty faces. You all sat facing each other, looking around at who would be the next source of entertainment to drown out the droning of the pitter patter going on all around you.

“So, what do you guys normally do when you get here?” You looked at Namjoon, then around the room, genuinely curious about what they found fun about this place.

“Well,” Taehyung was the first to speak, rubbing his neck as he looked at the shadows being casted onto the fabric, “it’s never rained when we’ve come here, so this is a first. We’ve never even had to use this giant tent before.”

“Yeah Y/N, why did you have to ruin it for us. It’s no coincidence that it starts pouring on the same day you decide to tag along.” Jimin shot you a playful look. His teasing always sounded harsh, but you knew he was always all bark and no bite, so you rolled your eyes and pushed him. His eyes shrunk into crescent moons as a pillowy smile dawned his features.

“Shut the fuck up.” You quipped at the boy which had him quirking a brow at you. You only ever cussed at Jimin while being around the other guys because you knew how much they liked to bust his balls.

“Yeah, Jimin, shut the fuck up.” Taehyung followed in your lead which had everyone laughing, especially you, when Jimin shot you a not so playful look this time around.

“Oh! I know,” Jin grabbed the small flashlight that was attached to his keys and held it under his chin for spooky effect, “Let’s tell scary stories.” You rolled your eyes at his childish proposal but couldn’t help chuckling when the boys whooped and cheered. Sometimes you felt like you were hanging with 5th graders around them, but you secretly loved it.

“Me first! Me first!” Taehyung waved his hand in the air to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, but this better be fucking good. It’s the first one so it’s gotta set the tone for the rest of the stories.” Everyone collectively turned to the blonde in wait. He jutted out his tongue to wet his bottom lip as he thought for a second.

“Okay, so…one time, I was playing hide and seek in this abandoned house—”

“NEXT!!!!” Jin yelled then handed the flashlight to Hoseok. Everyone laughed again after Taehyung frowned, clearly displeased that no one gave his story a chance.

“Ah jeez, I’m the worst with this kind of thing.” Hoseok scratched his head, embarrassed to have the entire group watching and listening to him at once. “Okay…um. Okay, so one time—”

“NEXT!” Jin screamed and Hoseok chucked the flashlight at his head. Jin was by far the most obnoxious of the group. If your friend group was a class, he would’ve been the clown and the problematic child all rolled into one.

Jin caught the tiny accessory on his chest then looked around the room for the next person to annoy. When his eyes landed on you, you knew you were his next target. He tossed the flashlight into your lap and you made no moved to pick it up, instead looking back at him with a serious expression.

“What’s the matter? You too scawed to tell us a stowy?” Jin jutted out his bottom lip, mocking you as he always did. You rolled your eyes.

“If you think I’m going to get baited into telling a story after what you just did to them, you’re stupider than you look” Jin smiled then looked down, trying but failing to keep his expression serious.

“I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise.” He held his hand over his heart and batted his eye lashes at you. You flared your nostrils, finding the entire notion unappealing. To the 6 onlookers, it might’ve seemed innocent, but you knew better. Jin was always trying to get into your pants, each tactic used cheesier and more obnoxious than the last. It left a bad taste in your mouth, but you resolved to put up with it in order to be able to stay close to Namjoon. You peered up at your crush who sat opposite of you in the circle. His eyes were watchful and waiting, so you blushed and decided to entertain the idea.

With a sigh, you began your spooky tale, making sure to make eye contact with all of the boys as you did so, speaking in a slow and quiet tone that you knew would easily frighten them.

“This happened last year, actually. I was in my bedroom—”

“I like where this is going already.” Jin interrupted you as he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” Yoongi, whom was very much so the listening type, found his outbursts equally as annoying as you did. When he looked back at you, you continued your story.

“Anyway, I was on my bed,” You looked at Jin for a second, checking to see if he was going to interrupt you again. The sight of him almost popping a blood vessel to keep quiet was extremely funny to you, “looking for a song to put on my phone to zone out to. I put my headphones on, and right before I hit play, I hear a woman’s voice singing right into my ear. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…you make me happy when skies are grey.” You sang in a creepy slow tune, looking around the circle and nearly laughing when you saw Hoseok’s adam’s apple bob up and down. “So I looked at my phone to make sure it wasn’t playing some creepy song by mistake, and nothing. I took the headphones off and the singing continued. Slowly, the woman’s voice became sadder, until she started crying while singing. Her voice was so close to my ear that I could hear the sniffles as if they were my own. I figured I must’ve been going temporarily insane or something, so I turned the lights off and went to sleep with a pillow on my ears, but the singing continued all night. That freaked me out so bad, that I looked up historical information about my house, and you know what I found?” You made eye contact with Jungkook whose mouth and eyes were wide open, concentrating on your story. You knew they must’ve all been entranced if the one who didn’t believe in any of this stuff was frozen like that, so you continued on. “A woman and her child died in my room a long time ago. She accidentally rolled on top of her sleeping baby in the middle of the night and when she woke up… it was dead. It’s said that she held it for days afterward, singing You Are My Sunshine until she starved to death.” You looked around again, holding back a laugh when everyone simply stared back at you wordlessly.

“…NEXT!”

You threw the flashlight at Jin’s head, “I fucking knew it!” Everyone chuckled as both of your outbursts dissipated the tension in the air.

“Hey, I let you tell the story, didn’t I?! Jin rubbed the spot on the side of his head where the flashlight had nicked him.

The rain never let up, so you all made your peace with sleeping all together in the tent. As everyone got cozy in their respective spots, you frowned seeing Namjoon settle in between Hoseok and Yoongi. I guess it was too much to hope for anyway.

The only spot left to take was beside Jin at the end of the row of sleeping bags, and it had your frown turning into a full-blown scowl. You just knew it wasn’t going to be a peaceful night now that it’s come to this.

You fluffed your pillow and laid down gingerly so as not to touch the boy who was watching you with a smirk. Namjoon turned off the lanterns and flashlights, leaving all of you staring up at the apex of the tent in darkness. The only sounds that could be heard was the rain falling incessantly, and it would’ve been enough to lull you all to sleep, if it wasn’t for the piercing cry that rocked the forest and your tent right along with it.

You all stiffened at the same time, not daring to breathe as you waited for a commotion that never came. It sounded as if a woman was getting stabbed in the trees just past the clearing, the sound was haunting and pronounced and it had all of your hairs at attention. Just as quickly as the screech disturbed the quiet of the night, it had gone and left a deafening void in its absence that made way for the droning of the rainfall. You were all sure she’d come bounding towards the tent soon after, calling out for help.

The tension and unspoken fear hung heavy in the air as Namjoon cleared his throat to speak, “Relax everyone, it was probably just a red fox nearby.”

“Bullshit! What animal sounds like that!?” Hoseok looked over at Namjoon incredulously.

“Red foxes, actually, both male and female. They have a distinct cry that mimics the sound of a human female in distress. They often use it to ward off predators such as coyotes or wolves, or as a mating call.”

“Well that’s just terrific.” Yoongi grumbled, unhappy to hear that there may be aggressive animals in the area.

“Now hold on, it could just be trying to get its dick wet, I don’t blame it. Scream on little buddy.” Everyone chuckled at Jin’s joke except for you and Jungkook. You were tired and just wanted to sulk in peace.

“They also,” Another scream that sounded slightly farther away pierced through the trees and had everyone flinching simultaneously, “scream in sets, so be prepared to listen to it for a little while.” Everyone groaned collectively. “It seems to be moving farther away, so hopefully we can sleep soon.”

No one talked after that, silently waiting for the screams to stop. Though they gradually faded into the rest of the sounds of the forest, it only sounded more and more bone chilling, like a haunted echo, a wailing woman running through the trees in pain and agony.

Eventually, the boys fell asleep one by one with Hoseok being the first one to start snoring. Everyone made fun of him, of course.

You laid awake listening to the sounds of the night. You were used to falling asleep to the sounds of a television, and trying as hard as you may, closing your eyes and pretending you were in your bed at home just wasn’t working. You began thinking about what the next day would entail. You were hoping to get some alone time with Joon, but you weren’t sure how to go about it with all of his guy friends around. You considered asking him to teach you how to fish, something that would require you two to get away for a bit and have some peace.

Suddenly, you felt a finger caressing your arm lightly and you didn’t have to turn your head to know who it was. You grimaced, opening your eyes and staring straight ahead at the fabric of the tent. You had laid on your side with your back facing Jin, but he slowly turned over to face you. You shook your shoulder to get him off, but it only earned a low chuckle from him. He always thought you to be feisty, even when you were just plain pissed and wanting to be unbothered.

Jin was simply trying to get lucky a second time, but you weren’t having it, each of his advances making you angrier than the last. You thought you had made yourself clear after that one drunken night, but every time you rejected him it seemed to make him only want you more.

It happened last year at a house party Yoongi threw. You were all there along with a ton of their friends. No one you knew came, because you didn’t have any friends other than the boys, so you followed Namjoon around like a puppy as he made his rounds to greet people he recognized. You always waited for him to introduce you, but he never did, and it only made your party mood disappear into a cloud of frustration and loneliness.

You loved listening to him talk, loved listening to his stories and anecdotes. He was well read and therefore well spoken. He had the ability to captivate any room and teach you something new in the process. It wasn’t just his boyishly good looks that drew you to him, all of your friends were handsome. You were in love with everything else about him too, the way he smiled shyly whenever someone complimented him, the way he could be so graceful yet so clumsy at the same time, even the way his room was full of Ryan plushies. No one knew about that detail except for you. He’d never let anyone inside of his room except for you, and you held that one little detail as a trophy.

That particular night was different, however. You were used to him not paying as much attention to you when the guys were around, but now you were competing for his attention with the rest of the party goers, especially the pretty girls that had shown up when they heard Yoongi was throwing a party for once. You didn’t blame them for the way they fawned over Namjoon and his gorgeous dimples, but you blamed him for the way he pretended you weren’t even there half of the time. You were so upset that you began drinking yourself into oblivion, determined to prove to yourself and to the others who were giving you sympathy looks that you could have a good time without Namjoon. You hated the way they made eye contact with you every time Namjoon spoke over you, or ignored something you said, each moment sending blood rushing to your cheeks and your lips crashing into the rim of your solo cup.

You had skipped dinner while helping the boys get the house ready for the party, so by the time your third cup was empty you could barely speak a coherent sentence let alone maintain eye contact. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur. Your memories of it consisted of incomplete reels of the boys picking your arms up and dropping them, laughing as they refilled your cups, and getting you to say tongue twisters for their enjoyment.

You were sufficiently drunk and had managed not to gravitate towards Namjoon’s side for the past hour, so you allowed yourself to peak at him from beyond the rim of your cup only to find a red headed girl that you mildly recognized from your neighborhood, sitting on his lap. They were talking intimately, and his smile was dazed, almost sleepy. His cheeks were flushed as he spoke. You couldn’t hear what he was saying to her, but you had to imagine it was the funniest joke in the world with the way she keeled over onto him laughing and continuously patting his chest. He was smitten, and you were green with envy.

You had to get out of eyesight lest you vomit the four mixed drinks you had downed. You stumbled into the kitchen, bumping into people on the way there.

“Fuck, fuck fuck! Where’s all the alcohol?!” You slammed your hands against the countertop, looking around at all of the empty bottles littered throughout.

“Easy there, drunky. We ran out so Hoseok and Jimin left to get some more. Not that you need anymore, you can barely stand.” Jin held you by the elbow as you swayed back and forth, but you ripped your arm out of his grasp so fast that it had you stumbling backward into the island. He chuckled, coming forward again to hold you upright.

“I don’t need your help! I’m fine!”

“Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?” The boy’s grip on you was ironclad, so you sighed and blinked a couple times, trying to regain your composure.

Finally, you looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, and his forehead was sweaty. His eyes were trained on you but his gaze was far away, unable to focus on anything in particular. Although it seemed he could hold his liquor well, he was definitely wasted. You narrowed your eyes, poking him in the chest roughly.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this before, but I find you very annoying.”

This time Jin didn’t hold back his laughter. “Oh yeah?”

“YEAH! You always think you’re soooo funny,” You flailed your arms about to drive your point home, but it only made him laugh even more, “when you’re actually just super obnoxious!”

“That’s it, let it all out.” He hovered over you, his hand never left your arm and his eyes remained on yours centimeters apart.

“And…and you know what else?!”

“Hmm?”

“Your jokes are corny too!”

Jin guffawed, feigning offense. He found this all too entertaining. “Is that all? Are you done?”

You shook your head childishly, feeling proud of yourself for telling him off like you’d always wanted to.

“Well, if I’m so corny and obnoxious, then you’re extremely fucking weak.” Jin spat the words out at you which had you blinking rapidly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You huffed, furrowing your eyebrows. Being intoxicated always made your emotions run high, so his simple jab was already getting you worked up.

Jin nodded towards the entrance of the kitchen in the direction of the party happening in the living room. “If I had to take a guess, you got yourself nice and wasted because legsformiles over there is occupying all of Namjoon’s attention.” You couldn’t hide the hurt in your eyes. Fuck, is it that obvious? The brunette leaned into you only to whisper in your ear with pure malicious intent, “You’re pretty pathetic if you ask me.”

You flushed with indignance. Suddenly you were trying to rip your arm out of his grip wildly, wanting nothing but to run so you could cry in private, but he wasn’t letting you.

“Don’t tell me you’re seriously going to go bawl your little eyes out after I just called you pathetic? Where’s that fire I always see in you? Where’s that girl that doesn’t take anyone’s bullshit?”

“She’s right fucking here and she’s tired of your shit!” You huffed, looking up at him with watery eyes and crimson cheeks. You could feel the heat radiating off of you in waves.

“Oh yeah? Then prove me wrong then. Prove to me that you’re not just this weak bitch pining over a guy that doesn’t even like you.” Jin let you go and backed away. He half expected you to stomp into the living room and embarrass yourself in front of Namjoon some more. He also half expected you to bolt out of the house to go cry in the bushes. Either way, he was sure to watch since the party was already boring to him. He sees his friends every day, and he’s slept his way through the entire female body in attendance, so he had been bored all along and messing with you was the first amusing thing that’s happened all night.

What Jin wasn’t expecting, however, was for you to press your hand against his dick. His eyes bulged as he looked down at you then at your hand.

“Okay, I’ll prove you wrong. Fuck me.”

Jin chuckled uneasily, confused as to whether this was a trap or not.

“Y/N stop fucking around!” Jin slapped your hand off of him and gripped your shoulders roughly to try and shake you out of whatever momentary craze you had come under.

“I’m serious! Fuck me, right here. I’m not some weak bitch.” You spat the words out at him, tempting him as your hands slid under his shirt. “I don’t need Namjoon’s attention when there’s clearly another fuck boy desperate for it.”

Jin’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t like being reduced to just another fuckboy with a crush on you, but hell, he wasn’t one to keep a girl begging. It only took a couple seconds before he turned you over and hiked your dress up your waist. He bent you over the island while you kept an eye out on the entrance of the kitchen.

Jin pushed your underwear halfway down your thighs impatiently, licking two of his fingers and running them along your entrance to see if you were ready for him. You were surprisingly wet, earning a smile from the boy. She’s a fucking freak that gets off on this kind of shit, who’d have thought?

Jin plunged his fingers into your cunt, swirling his fingers around briefly as he fumbled with his zipper.

“Fuck!” He accidently got his boxers caught on his zipper. You rolled your eyes, getting impatient and quickly losing steam.

After yanking his pants down, he wasted no time slapping his impressive length against your pussy then shoving the head into you. You gasped, feeling how much he was already filling you up. You hadn’t expected him to be so well endowed. You now understood why girls in your town took turns flocking to Jin whenever he was around, as if he was a new ride at a carnival that they all scored free tickets to. This was exactly what you needed to forget, forget about Namjoon in the other room getting felt up by another girl much more attractive and feminine than you. You just wanted to get out of your own head for a moment, to feel wanted and attractive in someone’s eyes, even if it was annoying ass Jin.

You struggled to keep your moans low as he fucked you fiercely against the marble. He pounded into you with an intensity that had you seeing stars prematurely. He groped your flesh greedily, struggling to keep up his ferocity with impaired motor skills. He took turns groping your ass and your hips, releasing air tightly through gritted teeth as he reveled in the feeling of your tight walls squeezing his dick. You wanted to moan so loudly, you’d never been fucked like this before, but the only thing worse than having to live with the reality of letting Jin of all people fuck you in public was having others know about it too.

Suddenly your voice of reason weakly pounded against the walls of your mind, pleading for you to think about what you were doing. Jin doesn’t care about you. But Namjoon does, he just doesn’t show it how you want him to. How do you think he’d feel if he found out about this?

Tears sprang to your eyes involuntarily and suddenly you were sobbing against the counter. Jin caught wind of the tiny sniffles and froze. His dick immediately went soft as he pulled it out of you, bending over you to see if you were okay.

“Jesus fucking Christ kid, get a hold of yourself!”

“I—I—” You struggled to get a sentence out, your chest heaving involuntarily, and hot tears poured over your rosy cheeks. You stood up and let Jin help you put your underwear back on, but his hand stilled before it could pull your dress down. Both of your attentions were now drawn to the entryway where Jungkook stood in sheer horror. His mouth was wide open and full of food, his hand holding an empty beer can. He didn’t come in any further, but he also made no moves to leave, until you yelled at him.

“Get the fuck out of here Jeon!!” The boy scrambled out of the kitchen so fast it was almost enough to make you laugh if you weren’t so busy feeling fucking awful about yourself.

You pushed Jin’s hands away and finished pulling your dress down. Your moment of embarrassment slowly faded and made room for more tears, so you swiftly turned and left through the exit in the kitchen. Jin was right all along, you just ended up leaving to go cry by the bushes after all.

It was when you were out of tears and down to sniffles when you heard the door creak open then slam closed. The smell of smoke invaded your senses. You turned to see Jin pop a squat next to you with a cigarette in his mouth and another one nestled in between his fingers extended to you. You took it and put it in between your lips as he held a zippo flame up to the end of it, nurturing the fire with a closed palm.

You pulled and inhaled before exhaling a cloud of translucent white into the quiet of the night. Turning the cigarette over in your fingers to look at it properly, you realized they were menthols, your least favorite kind, but you smoked it nonetheless.

“You have until the end of this cigarette,” You took another pull and exhaled the smoke through your nostrils, your body physically calming down and easing your mind, “and then we go back to how we always were. This never happened, and you’ve always been annoying Jin, capeche?”

Jin chuckled, looking at you for a moment before looking away. “Fine by me sweetheart. But we had a witness so, I don’t know how far you’re going to get living in denial.”

You cringed, remembering the look on Jungkook’s face, the judgement in his eyes. You cussed, flicking some of the ash off of your cigarette.

“Relax. I’ll talk to the kid.” You looked over at Jin and the seriousness in his face and tone. It allowed you to relax and trust in him, so you both sat in silence, inhaling and exhaling for a while.

When the alcohol arrived, Jin left your side and you went home to shower, trying desperately to scrub off all of your shame, but it was futile. You perpetually made bad decisions, and you were always forced to wear them like tattoos.

Things happened exactly as you both had said, however. Well, almost exactly. Jungkook never said a word about the ordeal, and you and Jin had continued bickering and pretending nothing had ever happened between you. He kept hitting on you unabashedly and you kept swatting him away like a pesky bug that just wouldn’t quit.

But you were starting to think that the lack of intimacy between you and Namjoon had emboldened him, since he had never actually touched you intimately like this apart from that time in the kitchen.

As you laid there being caressed by him, you panicked, feeling like your past wouldn’t stop suffocating you.

“Stop.” You spoke plainly and in a low voice so as not to wake up the others. Jin’s hand froze as he propped his body up on his elbow to get a better look at you.

“C’mon, you honestly can’t tell me you haven’t been wanting a round two?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. I’m not interested in you that way. Or at all for that matter. I hate you, remember?” You hesitated, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at saying your next sentence. “I was drunk and sad, and you were an easy lay. Now please let me sleep.”

Jin scoffed, “What the fuck do you see in that nerd anyway? Earth to Y/N, he’s not interested.”

“You’re wrong. There’s… something between us.”

“…something? For god’s sake Y/N—”

“She said leave her alone, hyung.”

You both turned towards the voice that came from two sleeping bags over. It seemed you were wrong, Jungkook had been awake all along.

You smiled shyly, feeling grateful that he felt inclined to come to your defense after witnessing what went down between you and Jin.

Jin was outwardly annoyed but he stopped making advances towards you immediately and turned the other way to go to sleep.

You turned over too, smiling to yourself and deciding to thank Jungkook for sticking up for you and for also being a gentleman last year when you were a complete mess, especially because you knew it wasn’t just a funny story to him. You’d always known about his crush on you, but things between you two weren’t simple.

You met Jungkook and the rest of Namjoon’s friends shortly after you started hanging around Namjoon. They were all practically inseparable, and because you were now inseparable from Namjoon, it meant you were constantly around them too. You were all much younger back then, and Jungkook was the runt of the group. He was always so innocent with huge doe eyes and a small bunny smile. You quickly noticed how he reacted differently to you than everyone else, but you were so callously absorbed in Namjoon’s orbit that you didn’t care for it at all.

Of course, everyone else quickly noticed his crush on you too and even teased you about it all the time, which frustrated you because you didn’t want anyone picturing you with anyone but Namjoon.

On one night, however, you knew most of Namjoon’s friends were too busy to hang out, so you invited yourself over to his apartment, keen on finally making your move. When you arrived, Jungkook was there, much to your annoyance, but you didn’t let that stop you. Whether he was there or not, you had resolved to show Namjoon exactly how much you liked him.

The night started off innocently with all of you hanging out in Namjoon’s living room listening to his old records and playing games. Though this might’ve started off as just another hang out sesh for the other two, it certainly wasn’t for you, and the longer it went on, the harder it was for you to wait any longer. Suddenly, after Namjoon switched out the current disk for a Frank Sinatra one, you turned towards the love of your life, swayed by the sultriness of the tempo. He turned to you and smiled, so you leaned in and pressed your lips to his.

His hands quickly found your shoulders and pulled you off of him, his wide eyes darting over to Jungkook who sat there stunned with the shuffled uno cards in his hands.

“Let him watch, who cares?” You mumbled, turning Namjoon’s head back towards you and kissing him again. His lips hesitated at first, then quickly warmed up to you as his hands found your waist instead.

You two made out for a while, rolling on the floor in a tangle of limbs while Jungkook refused to blink. Eventually, Namjoon pulled away when your fingers found his belt buckle, taking your hands in his and halting your movements.

“You really want to go there?” You nodded dazedly, biting your swollen lip. It was all you could think about, all you wanted since you first laid eyes on him. You wanted every part of him. You wanted to be wholly his.

“Then,” Namjoon smirked and turned towards Jungkook, “take care of him first.” You followed his gaze and watched as the younger boy’s eyes widened impossibly further.

“You mean,” You sat back, realizing what he was implying, “what, is watching your thing or something?” Namjoon snickered and straightened his shirt.

“Show me how badly you want it.” He quirked his brow at you smirked, but there wasn’t any warmth in his eyes.

Part of you was disappointed. You hated jumping through all these hurdles to be able to get to his heart, but you kept telling yourself that this would be the last thing he’d put you through before giving himself to you, so you began taking your clothes off without hesitation. If this was what Namjoon wanted you to do, then you’d simply do it and look forward to the day where it’d finally just be you two.

Jungkook sat a few feet from you, frozen in panic. He was sweating, gulping as he watched your fingers carefully unbutton your blouse. His irises were trained on your very movement and his breathing quickened when you made eye contact with him. You slid your shirt off your shoulders and swung your arms around to unhook your bra, but seeing how scared Jungkook looked, you decided to slow down and take your time, despite just wanting to get this over with.

You crawled over to him and took purchase on his lap, looping your arms around his neck. He was stiff and his hands hesitated to touch you. You wondered if he was a virgin, so you looked back at Namjoon with a questioning stare. He simply smiled back at you, his gaze telling.

You pursed your lips and turned back to Jungkook who was growing redder by the second. “Just relax, okay? I’ll do all the work.” You leaned down and pecked his lips tentatively. That’s when he was finally emboldened enough to put his hands on you and kiss you back hungrily. You weren’t expecting the sudden passion, so you went along with it.

As you began kissing the boy’s neck, you maintained eye contact with Namjoon, wanting him to know that this was all for him, and that you’d be imagining you were with him the entire time.

After that night, Jungkook had seemed to think you two were together, until you pulled him aside one day and told him Namjoon was the only man for you. He got the picture right away, because that was the last day he’d ever spoken directly to you.

Looking back at that time many years ago, you felt a little guilty having taken Jungkook’s virginity while knowing how he felt about you. He ended up being collateral damage, and he certainly didn’t deserve that. But what else were you supposed to do, refuse and risk Namjoon closing himself off to you? You couldn’t risk it.

As you laid there trying to sleep, you wondered what he must’ve thought about you that day he walked in on you and Jin, and you wondered why he felt this loyalty to you despite you treating him terribly.

You awoke alone in the tent. The birds were chirping all around you, soft green light illuminating the disheveled interior of the sleeping arrangement. You had no idea what time it was, but you were surprised everyone had been up and about before you were. You wondered how long they let you sleep in for, feeling bad for not being there while they were probably busy setting up camp. Though, as you stretched out your limbs and yawned, you realized it was awfully quiet, so you hurried to get out and investigate for yourself, deciding to get angry if they had all decided to do something fun without you.

You unzipped the tent hastily and stumbled out, squinting against the sunshine as you surveyed the clearing. Everyone was gone except for Namjoon who sat on a log peacefully reading from his worn-out copy of The Art of War. He perked up to the sound of the leaves rustling under your feet, turning to you and smiling dreamily.

“Hey, sleepy head.” Three words, 4 syllables, was all it took for you to get weak in the knees this early in the morning. You blushed, hurrying to smooth your bedhead and wipe any remaining drool off your face.

“H-Hey. I’ll be right back. You dove back into the tent to rummage through your belongings for a hair brush and some mouthwash. You only left Namjoon waiting five minutes before you hurried over to sit by his side.

As you sat perched on the wood next to him, you noticed he was only 3 pages from finishing the book for the 5th time. It was his absolute favorite book, and you’d watched him pull it out to read countless times before. You waited patiently for him to finish, sitting in the sunshine and feeling content to simply be in his presence. When he noticed you staring at him dreamily with your cheeks resting on your palms and your elbows on your knees, he paused his read to pull you into his chest and nuzzle his nose into the top of your head. Your heart squeezed along with your eyes as you buried your head under his arm, trying hard but failing to keep the goofy smile off your face. You wished you had woken up much sooner, so that you could snuggle with Namjoon for longer than 1 and a half pages.

All too soon, he closed the book and stood up, stretching his arms then placing his hands on his hips. “Alright, what should we do then?”

You pouted at the loss of contact, looking around at all of the pitched tents and the set up barbecue area. “What else is there to do? It seems like you all did everything already. Where is everyone, anyhow?”

“Hobi and Yoongi went down to the river to catch us some breakfast. Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook left to gather some firewood, and Jin went to go find cell service.”

You rolled your eyes, “God forbid he goes a couple days without checking his follower count.”

Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head. “He means well, I suppose.”

It was never like Namjoon to talk badly about anyone. He was almost too perfect, and it was hard to decipher whether this was an irrefutable truth, or if you were simply seeing him through love goggles. He was amazing, much too amazing for you, that was for sure, but that didn’t stop you from holding out hope that yours and Namjoon’s relationship would evolve into something much more than fleeting signs of affection.

“So, you waited here alone for me?” You looked up at him hopefully.

“Yep. I didn’t want you to wake up alone,” You smiled down at your knees, feeling appreciative that he was so considerate of you when any of the other guys wouldn’t have thought twice about leaving you for dead. “These parts have a lot of wildlife, so it’s best to stick to a buddy system.”

“Ah, so we’re buddies then.” You stood up and linked your arm to his.

“I hope you’re not too disappointed. I promise to make it worth your while with plenty of riveting facts about bugs and birds.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled cheesily, “I suppose it’ll have to do.”

As you both ventured up a narrow trail that took you in between tons of maple trees, you thought back to the last time you were able to spend some alone time with Namjoon.

It was months ago, back when one of Joon’s relatives had passed away.

The funeral was brief and simple since Namjoon didn’t have much family as it was. The boys and you were the majority of the attendees. Everyone felt awkward, feeling out of their element when it came to being a support system for their fearless leader. Namjoon was never someone they had to look after, so to see him absolutely broken was hard for them, and it was especially so for you.

You spent all week at Namjoon’s place, making him food to eat and spending a lot of silent time together. He refused to talk about it, refused to say anything about how he was feeling. He simply preferred to sit in silence and stare at whatever food you brought him. You felt like you were bothering him at times but if you weren’t going to be the one to take care of him during his time of need, then no one else would. Everyone always assumed he was an immovable pillar, someone strong and incapable of crumbling, but you saw past all of that. You knew what a gentle soul he was, and you didn’t want that to get lost in the sea of grief washing over him.

After the burial, all of the boys paid their respects, sticking around to talk to Namjoon a bit before they slowly went their separate ways. You stuck around to walk him home, hoping he’d invite you in. You already felt intrusive enough, and you wanted him to show you that he cared for you at all, even if it was something as simple as uttering the word stay.

But much to your disappointment, you watched him walk past you when you stopped in front of his door and enter without a backwards glance. You stared at the wooden door for a while before heading home, letting a few tears escape while you were still alone.

You didn’t have to wait long to hear from Namjoon either, he showed up outside of your bedroom window last that night, throwing tiny pebbles at it until you lifted the glass to see who the hell was disturbing your sleep.

You stared down at the silver haired boy in awe, unable to believe he was staring back up at you waiting to be let in. Hell, you hadn’t even known he knew where you lived.

You hurried down and snuck him upstairs swiftly.

As he stood in the middle of your tiny room, dwarfing your belongings and you for that matter with his height and stocky build, it only then occurred to you that you might feel embarrassed. You blushed realizing he was observing you in your childish pajamas, surrounded by posters and trinkets you’d had since you were a teenager. You never cared much for change, so it times it seemed and felt as if you weren’t a full-fledged adult.

He was definitely out of place in his shabby oversized suit and dirt covered converses while looking around wordlessly. He nodded to himself before finally looking at you. “So…this is your bedroom, huh.” He smiled, but it never quite reached his eyes.

“Yep. Since I was a toddler,” You smiled back halfheartedly. You were on edge, to say the least. “Namjoon, what are you doing here?”

The boy looked down at his feet, the sad expression he’d worn all week making a return. He made his way over to you, pausing at the edge of your bed to ask permission to make himself at home before he sat next to you and sighed deeply. “I…I don’t know, to be honest. I guess I just…don’t want to be alone.” Namjoon’s head hung and his hand hesitated in the air before finally placing it on your knee and rubbing circles on it with his calloused thumb.

Your heart skipped a beat. You shifted closer to him, putting your hand over his and patting his back gently to let him know you were there for him. You heart pounded furiously in your ears as you waited for him to either make eye contact with you or say something else. The silence felt overwhelming, so you blurted out the first thing that came to mind

“I love you, Joon.” You froze, blushing furiously and choking on your next words in a hurry to get past what you knew he wasn’t ready to hear yet. “Y-you know I’ll always be here for you.” Namjoon nodded, looking up at you with sympathetic eyes that broke your heart. You didn’t know much about love or relationships for that matter, but you knew it couldn’t be a good thing that his response was to look at you as if you were a beaten-up puppy left on the side of the road.

His prolonged silence stung, so you turned away, searching for anything to relieve the unbearable moment. But just as quickly as you turned away, Namjoon’s finger tipped your chin back towards him and suddenly his lips were on yours, hesitant and calculative.

You didn’t move at first, adjusting to the realization that the love of your life was now kissing you. It was sweet and tasted faintly of toothpaste. He was everything you ever wanted, so you brought your hand up to his cheek and kissed him back sweetly. If he wasn’t ready to hear what you had to say, then you wanted your lips to convey everything your words couldn’t. You wanted each kiss to be all the ‘I love you’s’ you’d ever wanted to say to him, and all the caresses to make him feel as warm and safe as his smiles always made you feel.

It was clear he was letting you have full control over the situation as his hands refused to depart from this lap. You weren’t sure what he wanted, or needed in that moment, so you took a leap and climbed onto his lap. He spread his legs and leaned back slightly, letting his large hands rest on your hips. His eyes drank you in as if for the first time. He surveyed your entire body hungrily, his irises darkening as they made their way up to gaze at your own. You were both slightly panting from the heat of the kiss while you let his hands feel the fabric of your clothing and any exposed skin. He let you tug his suit jacket off his shoulders while his hands traveled slowly over your thighs, his hands pulling up your shorts to expose even more skin and part of your ass.

His hands continued upwards, taking your shirt off before bringing your face to his to kiss again. It all felt so surreal. You had imagined this moment in your head so many times before, each time under vastly different circumstances than at present. In your fantasies, he was almost always your boyfriend, and he always said I love you too.

You let his hands grope your bare chest as you got to work on the buttons of his dress shirt. Once free, you spread the fabric open and laid your hands on his chest. Your mouth watered at the sight of his honey skin stretched over taut pecks. He was absolutely perfect.

One thing that didn’t stray from you fantasies, however, was the way Namjoon made love to you. He was as tender and giving in real life as he was in your head. It hadn’t taken long for you two to strip each other and for you to put a condom on him that you found in one of your drawers.

You rolled the latex down his length then shimmied under his torso and opened your legs wide for him. He leaned in as you wrapped your arms around his neck, lining his cock at your entrance then plunging in. You both sighed in unison, adjusting to the feeling of him being inside of you. You were impossibly wet and growing wetter still as he began rocking into you slowly, making sure that you weren’t in any discomfort. It was the complete opposite of fucking Jin, you were happy to discover.

His sweaty forehead laid on yours while he bucked his hips into you. You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung onto him for dear life, reveling in the feeling of being the closest to this man you’d ever been.

Your lips dragged across the salty skin of his neck and shoulders, your teeth catching on his shoulder. You nipped and licked at the skin while he groaned in your ear. His arms encircled your head as his hips picked up in speed, causing you to lose control of your moans. He quickly pressed his lips against yours to muffle the sounds as his hips got impossibly faster, eventually making the bed squeak rhythmically. You were too caught up in the moment to care about that though, not when you were finally with Namjoon. Eventually, you couldn’t hold out anymore. The motion and intensity of his hips had you orgasming around him. He groaned into your ear as he spilled his cum into the condom deep inside of you. Your sweaty bodies remained entangled as your breaths slowed. You never wanted to let go of him, so he had to pry your limp limbs off of him to get the condom off.

Much to your happiness, he laid back down next you after disposing of the soiled latex, pulling the sheets onto your bodies. He laid on his side, facing his back towards you, so you settled for being little spoon.

But the consequent joy of your brief intimacy subsided and made way for all the terrible things at the back of your mind. You silently cried for a long time that night, for many reasons. You had felt overwhelming happiness at finally being intimate with Namjoon, but you also felt incredible sadness at the thought of what Namjoon must’ve been going through. You’d never experienced a death in the family before, but nonetheless, you swore you wouldn’t hesitate to take his pain and give it to yourself if you could.

You felt insurmountable fear. Fear about the future and the present and the past. Fear that he’d find out about Jin, fear that he’d wake up in the morning and regret tonight, and fear that he’d get mad at the thought of you being pregnant with his child. There was a chance of it happening, after all, since tonight you’d used the condom you had deliberately poked holes in. You’d be overjoyed at the chance to carry his baby, but you couldn’t be sure he would be happy about being a father right now.

Most of all, however, you felt great sadness at the fact that the man you loved hadn’t turned around once all night to ask you why you were crying.

And now, as you watching his back while hiking the trail in the woods, you rubbed your lower belly, feeling comforted that even though he had decided to pretend that night never happened, you now had insurmountable proof that it did in fact happen. A physical manifestation of the love you and Namjoon shared, even if only for 20 minutes. Your stomach was still flat, but you just knew you were pregnant. You always felt a part of him with you at all times. There was no way you weren’t.

You whistled along giddily as you jogged to catch up with him.

“No, no no. There’s no way you’re going to convince me that these bugs aren’t out to get me, you’re just not!” You slapped at the air in a panic, swearing for the 11th time that something had bitten you while you were unawares.

Namjoon chuckled, helping you climb over a hump of large, overgrown tree roots. “Y/N, I promise you, no matter how scary their physical appearances look, bugs found in a forest such as this one are polyphagous. They’re not going to crawl in through your ears and eat your brain while you’re sleeping, as you so elegantly put it.”

“Poly-whatta?” You stumbled over some branches hidden under a pile of leaves. Hiking was not your favorite, but if it meant getting to be with Namjoon, you were game for anything.

You two had been walking and descending for about 20 minutes. The gurgle of running water could now be heard faintly in the distance, and so could the voices of the boys laughing and splashing. Foraging for firewood my ass.

“Polyphagous. It means they dine on oak, not people.”

You two cleared the remaining trees, peering over the jagged rocks that lined the small cliff overseeing the river. Namjoon’s friends were indeed a few feet below, taking a swim break.

“Yeah, whatever.” You waved him off absentmindedly, becoming entranced by the height of the cliff. You pondered whether the jump might be fatal, and just before you decided to launch yourself, Namjoon’s hand reached out and grabbed your wrist tightly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You looked behind you at his panicked eyes. “Jumping. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that you could die! We’re really high up!”

“So what if I died?”

Namjoon was stunned into silence, unsure of how to respond.

He looked down then back up, raking in your entire figure with turmoil on his mind.”

“It’s not just yourself that you should be worried about, you know.” You furrowed your eyebrows, unsure of what he meant but becoming increasingly annoyed by the usual vagueness in his words. You shook his hand off, looking back down at the water.

“Whatever, I’ll be fine! But if you’re sooo worried about me, come join me.” You smirked mischievously at Namjoon before bolting into the air. The boy cussed, removing his boots in a hurry to jump down after you.

Your descent into the icy water was quick. You were only able to hear the boys crying your name before you plunged deep into the dark waters. Your eyes jolted open at the sudden change in temperature your body was experiencing. It was the middle of summer yet this water was so unbelievably cold.

The surface ebbed and flowed inconsequentially, but what laid under was devoid of light and existed so still and undisturbed that it felt dreamlike. You couldn’t hear a sound and could barely see anything. Your body lost velocity exponentially as your trajectory came to a halt a few feet under the surface, suspended in the stillness of the cold water. You were running out of air quickly, but you weren’t in a hurry to swim up, or move. You just wanted to be, for a second. Being so deep in the water and alone, you thought about how easy it might be not to fight anymore.

Suddenly, Namjoon breaking the surface of the water and joining you a few yards away in broke you out of your reverie. You turned to look at him, but you couldn’t focus on his receding body as he quickly swam to the surface, not when there was another body next to his.

It was pale, so devoid of blood that it served as a beacon of light among the murky backdrop, like a moon in the darkest night.

It was a girl, similar age as yours. She was naked, her limbs extended out in front of her. Her eyes were open and her light brown hair waved gently all about her in disarray. Her lips were puffy and her stomach was awfully distended yet sagged that it looked like she was pregnant, or rather once was.

You screamed, but the sound was muffled. Only bubbles escaped you as you began flailing your limbs in a panic. Two arms reached around your torso and dragged you up and into the light.

The second you broke the surface of the water, you gasped for air, looking around you in a panic, You were in Jin’s arms as he stared at you with concern, but you had a hard time focusing on anything in particular.

“What, are you fucking suicidal or something!? What the hell was that about?!” Seokjin let you go once you began shoving him off of you.

“Well don’t fucking yell at her, she’s clearly spooked!” Hoseok swam towards you, trying to get you to look him in the eyes.

“T-Th-The—” You stuttered, pointing at the water, trying not to cry before you could get your sentence out.

“Spit it out junior!”

“There’s a-a a dead girl in the w-water.” Everyone’s eyes widened and their jaws tightened, their senses on high alert at the thought of danger being close by. They all looked around at each other, but it was Jungkook who dove into the water to investigate what you were talking about.

“S-she’s pregnant too! She’s right there, right next to Namjoon!”

“Shhh,” Jin cooed you and patted your matted down tresses. Jungkook came back up for air, giving Namjoon and Jin a look before Jin took in your frazzled appearance again. “Look, it could’ve been anything down there. Let’s get you dry, okay?”

“N-No! I know what I saw!” You argued with the boy who continued cooing you, but nonetheless you let him drag you out of the water and towards their belongings by the rocks. He draped several towels over you and sat you down on a stump.

“Just stay here and calm down.” Without a backwards glance he joined the boys and they resumed their talking in hushed tones and whispers so you couldn’t hear them. You rolled your eyes, gritting your teeth in annoyance. You knew what you saw, yet you were just another crazy girl to them. Hell, maybe you were, but you weren’t going to let them make you believe you were seeing things.

While their backs were turned, you quietly got up and trekked up the ascent. You decided to call the cops, but as you entered the forest again, you realized you had forgotten to take your phone out of your pocket.

“Fuckkkk,” You removed the device from your drenched pocket and clicked all of its buttons to no avail. It was done for. “Great…”

Luckily there was still plenty of daylight ahead, so you set off toward the direction of camp, keen on changing your clothes and drying your hair. However, along the way you seemed to have followed a different trail, since you had been walking aimlessly for 40 minutes and the camp was still nowhere in sight. The realization sent a tremor of fear through you.

It’s okay. Calm down. Remember what Namjoon told you about getting lost in a forest. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes to regain your nerve.

Namjoon. You wondered what he was doing and thinking about right now. You wondered if he noticed you were even gone by now. You hadn’t heard the boys in almost an hour, and suddenly you felt so alone. You gulped looking around you carefully and remembering what Namjoon said about there being wild animals in the area. Crap, I forgot about the buddy system.

As if on cue, you heard leaves and twigs snapping under the weight of two pairs of boots nearby. Your head quickly snapped in the direction of the growing sounds. Two people were getting closer to you, and upon recognizing the voices of Hoseok and Yoongi in idle chat, relief flooded through you. When you heard your name, you realized they must’ve been looking for you, so you ducked behind a tree, intent on scaring them when they got a bit closer. It would be payback for not taking you seriously at the river.

“Where the fuck could she have gone? She wasn’t at camp and she fled the river. There’s nowhere else she could be hanging out at, really. She hates nature so…” Yoongi swatted at the air, a winged bug gracefully avoiding his attack.

“I don’t know man. But we have to find her or else Namjoon’s going to be pissed.” Your heart swelled. Could he have told his friends that he liked you enough to be upset if something had ever happened to you? You tried not to squeal with glee, changing your mind about pouncing on them in favor of eavesdropping. Everyone was always so cryptic with you, so this was the only way to find out about Namjoon’s feelings for you. Hoseok helped Yoongi over a log as he continued speaking. “Remember the last time we lost a girl?”

Yoongi groaned, “Don’t remind me. He wanted to kill us on the spot when we told him Chaeyoung ran away. Luckily that didn’t end as badly as it could’ve.”

“Yeah. She was a slow runner.” The two boys sniggered, their footsteps getting farther and farther away. After a few moments of silence, they began calling out your name in all directions, but you stood frozen in shock.

The last girl? Chaeyoung? Slow runner? None of it was making sense. You began trembling, tears welling in your eyes. You felt insurmountable fear. There was no denying that their conversation wasn’t innocent. It seemed sick, almost. Your mind began racing, wondering if you had missed anything during your friendship with these guys to suggest that they were dangerous. They all seemed like normal people, and they never chased you down for friendship. You had all been friends for a long time now. There had to be some sort of misunderstanding.

But you couldn’t deny that the name Chaeyoung rang a bell.

You drew in a shaky breath, a younger girl with big eyes and reddish hair flitting across your memories. The name belonged to a woman that went missing in your neighborhood a long time ago. You had grown up in the same town, attending the same birthday parties and seeing each other at the park often, but you were never friends. You had always heard of her, but never really talked to her directly. After you had all grown up, it had been years before you even heard her name again. The last time you saw her was at Yoongi’s party last year, sitting on Namjoon’s lap.

It was your coworker that brought her up on a random day, asking if you had known who she was. Her body had been found in a local park that summer, tied up and drained of blood completely. The entire ordeal shook your neighborhood to the core, the thought that something so gruesome could happen to such an inconsequential girl. That was the last time you thought about her, until now.

Could she have been running from them, the night that she died? You shook your head, unwilling to believe your friends could be behind something so vile and monstrous. But now that you were thinking about it, you hadn’t known any of them knew her until you saw her at the same party as you. Since you hung out with them all the time and she was never there, you figured she was just some random attendee. Could they have been reminiscing about a time long ago when they were possibly good friends?

You tightened your fist, digging your nails into your palm and finding the resolve to get answers. You set off quietly behind Yoongi and Hoseok, keeping a safe enough distance to make sure they didn’t see or hear you following them.

Fifteen minutes went by with them calling out your name until things got quiet again. You grew anxious as they continued on in silence, mentally pleading for them to say something, anything that would dispel you suspicions about them.

Suddenly, Jungkook came bounding into view from a downhill slope. “Anything?”

“Nah, we’ve been walking around in circles and haven’t seen her. Is everyone else looking?”

“Well, Namjoon is at the campsite in case she turns up, and Jimin and Tae are getting rid of the body at the river.”

“Like they should’ve done the first time around. I really don’t want to be there when Namjoon tears them a new one.”

Jungkook shivered, recalling his own time when he fucked up and Namjoon was angry with him. “Yeah… Have you guys seen Jin? I haven’t seen him at all, so I assumed he was out searching with you two.”

The boys looked at each other in confusion. “No, we haven’t. Maybe he’s searching for service again.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, “Well, now we have two people to find. It’s Jin’s turn to do the deed.”

“Oh shit, that’s true. We’ve all done it except for him.” You clapped your hand over your mouth to control your oncoming hyperventilation. The deed?! What the fuck!?

“He better not pussy out. He puked the last time.” Yoongi made a face of disgust while remembering Jin spilling his lunch all over the ground. Hoseok cackled at the memory.

“Oh yeah! I forgot about that!” Their voices trailed off as they began moving again. You didn’t follow them this time, growing more and more afraid that they’d catch onto you eventually. When they were far enough away, you began moving in the opposite direction, your mind racing a mile a minute. You had to formulate a plan to put as much distance from yourself and them as possible. You still didn’t know what the hell was going on, but you knew you wanted to be as far from it as possible lest you somehow met the same fate as Chaeyoung.

But although the boys in this moment were scaring you, you still felt the need to see Namjoon, to speak to him and have him confirm that everything was alright. He always made everything alright. He was your everything, and if anyone could say the words you absolutely needed to hear, it was him.

You knew you were close to camp since the trees were thinning out the farther you went. Surely enough, you were able to spot the tents a couple yards from you in between the wide cracks of the trees.

But just as you took a step in that direction, your eyes flitted toward movement just up ahead. It was Namjoon, crouched down by a bushel. He wasn’t alone, a small woodland creature was keeping him company. Like some Disney prince, he was feeding a bunny…no, a squirrel? You couldn’t see properly, but none of it mattered. Namjoon would always be Namjoon and he’d always be everything you needed. You lurched forward, intent on running into his arms in that moment, but suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around you tightly, halting you from going forward.

You instinctively froze, not knowing whether your detainer was armed or deranged. You trembled and your breath quickened as a big hand clasped over your mouth tightly, fear taking over you. He was tall and strong; you wouldn’t be able to get out of his grasp without a weapon. Your eyes flitted around to anything sharp that you might be able to use, but when your head began moving around, he yanked your jaw back in the direction of Namjoon.

Suddenly, Seokjin’s voice was stern and low in your ear. “Calm down. Just watch.” It seemed he too, was trying to avoid getting seen, and he wanted you to watch Namjoon for whatever reason, so you did.

Your breathing slowed and you slumped against him, feeling as helpless as the feeble squirrel eating from Joon’s hand. You both stared as Namjoon fed the animal his last snack. Without using quick movements that might alert it, the boy reached into his back pocket and pulled out a blade. In the flash of an eye, the animal’s throat had been cut, blood spurting out and getting a little onto Namjoon’s boots. Your eyes squeezed shut, an involuntary scream leaving you that was luckily muffled by Jin’s strong hold on your face. He held you tighter to him, yet he too was trembling.

Namjoon quickly pulled out a cup and held the animal upside down above it, letting the crimson liquid spill into the canteen. Fresh hot tears spilled from your eyes, a sob wracking your figure as you witnessed the gory scene through water eyes.

Once he had collected enough blood, he tossed the carcass aside and carried the container back to the campsite while whistling. As his figure retreated past the trees and away from earshot, Jin let you go and your shaky legs caused you to collapse onto the ground.

He let you cry for a while, knowing the experience would traumatize you but knowing you needed to see it.

You stuttered, trying to make sense of it all. “B-but. W-why…D-did you all bring me here t-to kill me?!” Jin flinched at the word yet didn’t offer anything. You looked down, rubbing your stomach with your cold hand. “B-but…you can’t! I’m pregnant, with his child you, you can’t!”

Jin pursed his lips, is eyes raking you with concern. “Y/N…you’re not…” Jin’s voice was barely above a whisper and he couldn’t find it in him to finish his sentence, but you didn’t notice. You were too busy wracking your brain for possible reasons as to why Namjoon would want to have you killed. Your lip trembled with horror. You feared Namjoon might be upset about what you did but, you didn’t expect this kind of reaction.

“B-but, how did…h-how does he know?” Jin sighed, unsure of how respond.

You shivered, partly because you were still in wet clothing and partly because the idea that you were never in control of this situation was too much to bear. You weren’t sure what to feel or what to think, but the only thing you were certain of was that you wanted this baby no matter what. You clutched at your stomach, vile filling your mouth.

“Y/N, you have to listen to me—” Jin reached out to you but you slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me. You’re all sickos.” You sobbed, rubbing the goosebumps on your arms. “I have to get the fuck out of here.” You looked around frantically.

“Y/N! These guys aren’t going to let you leave so easily, please calm down before you draw attention to us!”

You turned to the boy whose urgent expression only made your suspicions grow. “Why are you saying all of this? They’re your friends. Why are you helping me?”

Jin pursed his lips in concern. “I…this has all gone too far. I didn’t know…I didn’t know how serious they were when they told me the stories about their camping trips I—I tried but I just can’t be a part of this.”

You stared back at him, searching his eyes for truth. You trusted Jin about as far as you could throw him, but right now you had no choice but to put your life in his hands.

“So, what should we do then? All of our stuff is in the cars and we’re too far away from civilization to leave on foot.” You tried to stifle the panic evident in your voice.

Jin nodded thoughtfully, “Yeah, these bastards know exactly what they’re doing. I’ve been trying to call for help since we got here but there isn’t any service for miles. There is, however, a highway a couple miles north from here, the same one we were on before we turned onto the trail. We can follow it back to town.”

As you nodded, you couldn’t shake the fear that overtook you, the realization of fleeing a fatal situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You began crying again.

“Jesus Christ Y/N pull yourself together! Can you do this?” Jin grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you, looking into your eyes for resolve. You gasped, his words transporting you back a year when he last said them to you. “You need to follow the trail northwest, that’ll get you to the road.”

“W-wait. You’re not coming?”

“I can’t, they’ll know something’s definitely up if I we disappear together. They think I’m checking my phone right now, but it’s already been a while. I have to return to camp, but follow the trail and I’ll meet you at the end of it, okay? I have a plan. If I act fast enough, I might be able to steal the car keys and pick you up by the road.” You nodded frantically, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. “But Y/N, if I don’t show up by nightfall, you have to leave without me. Promise me you’ll go.” You nodded weakly, your lips trembling with unshed tears. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I will. If you don’t come by nightfall, I’ll leave.”

Jin sighed with relief yet the furow in his brow didn’t smooth out. “Okay, good. I’m leaving now. Don’t forget, follow the trail northwest.”

“Okay, I got it.” You watched the boy turn his back towards you and carefully head into the campsite. Namjoon greeted him frantically, unhappy to hear that Jin hadn’t run into you. Namjoon tugged on his locks, then placed his hands on his hips, his mind quickly forming a backup plan.

You retreated farther into the forest, not wanting to waste any time and risk being found, and you weren’t. You were able to find the trail that lead to the highway without an issue, it was your onset fever that made the trip tumultuous.

It started with sneezing, followed by more shivers, and then a killer stomach pain that had you leaning against trees for support. By the time you had reached the top of the mountain side, your vision was hazy and your forehead hot to the touch. You were so weak and barely able to walk that the lest trek up the hill took much longer than it should’ve.

You realized you were becoming delirious as you broke out into the middle of the road, missing a car by mere inches. Its horn blared in your eardrums and the lights blinded you momentarily, causing you to stumble out of the street and onto the metal railing that lined the highway.

There was nowhere to stand on safely and wait for Jin, so you retreated back into the trees and watched each car that drove by while trying to blink tears away. The air licked at your exposed limbs harshly, the weather feeling like the dead of winter despite it being the middle of July. You were sweaty and dehydrated.

A car passed by every 5 minutes and as time dragged on, you grew more and more helpless, worrying that Jin wasn’t coming at all. You considered the possibility of having to make the trip home on your own, something you hadn’t let yourself think of because you were too afraid of worst-case scenarios. Besides, you wouldn’t make it far in your condition.

But as the sun descended and the cars passed by less frequently, you mustered your resolve to begin walking the highway slowly, careful not to veer into traffic in your delirious state. Your trembling hand gripped the rails while the other clutched at your lower abdomen.

Just as you had made it a few yards from the clearing in the woods, 2 consecutive honks had you whipping your head behind you. The lights blinded you, but nonetheless you recognized Namjoon’s car approaching.

It slowed to a stop beside you and you climbed in shakily, closing the door and turning towards Jin. Except it wasn’t Jin, it was Namjoon. He looked at you and smiled, whistling his favorite tune as you stared back in horror. Suddenly his eyes darted downwards, and the sight had him frowning. You followed his gaze to notice all of the blood running down your legs for the first time. Namjoon had been right, as he always was. You had more to worry about than just yourself, and so you began sobbing, sagging against the worn-out cushion. Just like that, you were transported back to that fateful night in your bedroom, when Namjoon ignored you as you wept for many things outside of yourself.

#BTS fanfiction #BTS fanfic #BTS smut #BTS angst #BTS thriller #Namjoon smut #Jin smut #Seokjin smut #rap monster #rap monster smut #rap mon #rap mon smut #Jungkook smut #jeon Jungkook smut #jeon jungkook #kim Seokjin smut #kim namjoon #namjoon #kim namjoon smut #camping au #ritual au #baepop sacrifice #Namjoon fanfiction #rap mon fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #jin fanfiction #Seokjin fanfiction #Namjoon fluff #Namjoon angst #jin angst

[cinnonym]

christmas magic's brought this tale (to a very happy ending)

Written for Day 10 - Game Night / Movie Night of 12 Days of Christmas @supercorpbb

Read on AO3

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 13 hours ago

My (25f) crush and best friend (27f) chose a lesbian classic for movie night, how do I react?

Disclaimer ahead: I haven’t used reddit before and am thus not very fluent in etiquette and formatting, but please bear with me because I am seriously overwhelmed by the current situation and would appreciate all forms of help. I’m also typing this in a hurry, because I’m supposed to be in the bathroom, so please excuse typos or inaccuracies. I’ll try my best. But now, without further ado, here goes:

I (25f) have been crushing on my best friend (27f) pretty much since the day we met. For context, that was two years ago, and while we started out on a business relationship, it evolved into a close friendship almost right away. This is mostly due to her, I must admit. She��s the most open-minded person I know and simply couldn’t be “scared away” by my bad reputation (which I inherited). Needless to say, I’m very grateful for her. She’s not only my best, but has also been my only friend for quite a while, before she introduced me to her inner circle. I unironically owe her my happiness (and my life, several times over, but that’s unrelated to this story).

I’d fallen in love before I realised what was happening. Usually, trust and affection come slowly to me, but her I loved almost right away. That’s simply who she is, a person one cannot help loving. Also, she’s very attractive, side note. I used to flirt with her sometimes, in the beginning, before I became aware of the depth of my feelings (this is awkward to talk about, btw, thank goodness for anonymity online), and back then, it seemed like she wasn’t all unresponsive to my advances. Then again, she isn’t very good at saying no to anyone, because of who she is as a person, so maybe she was only being polite? I’m not sure.

Anyway, she had a boyfriend then, and I had to come to terms with my feelings, so I sort of drew back a little. I’d been with women before, so that was never an issue, but I’m uncertain whether she has ever considered women. Her sister is gay, and she is very supportive of her, but we’ve never talked about how she feels. As far as I know, she’s only ever been with men though. Either way, I’m not in the business of making moves on taken people, so I mostly focused on fostering our friendship.

The thing is, as long as I can be close with her, I am sort of okay with being “just friends”. I mean, isn’t close friendship like a romantic relationship, just minus the romance? And minus the physical advantages (although she is a very cuddly person, so that’s nice). And, like, of course, I’d like to mean more to her. Of course I’d like to take care of her every day when she comes home, cook her dinner, listen to her worries, massage her neck, kiss her goodnight. Of course I’d like to be The One to her, just like she is The One to me. But considering that she’s probably straight and not interested in me in that way, I’m mostly okay with just being her best friend.

Or, I was mostly okay with it. But recently she’s… been acting differently towards me. She’s giving me these long glances when she thinks I don’t notice (I do). She’s going out of her way to make sure I’m fine and don’t work too much (it’s a tendency I have, especially pre-Christmas). She’s told me she’s been working on my Christmas gift almost all month (and I can’t for the hell of it guess what it could be). She’s even invited me for Christmas with her family (since I don’t celebrate with mine).

And now today, she chose the film Carol for movie night (movie night is a weekly thing we do, I should have mentioned that earlier, maybe), which is, as you might know, about a lesbian relationship. And I don’t know what to do.

She claims to have chosen the film because it was on a list of Christmas films (and I suppose it does have christmassy vibes), and because it “sounded fitting”. Sounded fitting?? What is that even supposed to mean? She doesn’t know I’m gay, so it can’t be that, unless she somehow figured out. Is she gay and this is her way of telling me? And if so, how do I react? Is this her letting me know she’s interested in me, or am I reading too much into this? Did she even realise this was a lesbian film??

Anyway, she’s calling from the living room, so I need to go. I’ll try to take another bathroom break halfway into the movie, and I’d appreciate it A Lot if I had some reactions in by then, because I’m panicking a little here. Thank you all!

Tl;dr: my supposedly straight friend chose a lesbian film for movie night, and I don’t understand her intentions behind that.

(P.S. She and her boyfriend have broken up months ago. She’s currently single.)

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 11 hours ago

UPDATE to this post

First of all, thank you all so much for your quick replies, they’re really helpful. As you might have guessed, I managed to negotiate another bathroom break mid-film (though my friend is currently sulking on the couch, she didn’t want to let me go? :) ?) and am, once again, typing as fast as my fingers will allow. Much has happened.

I’ve mentioned that my friend is a very cuddly person. Today was no difference – as soon as she’d pressed play on the film, she’d already enveloped me in one of her bone-crushing hugs (she’s very strong). Normally, I let myself sink into these embraces, because she really is a phenomenal hugger, but today my speculations were so prevalent in my mind that I could hardly breathe when our bodies touched.

(She noticed my reaction right away, and immediately asked if I’d rather not hug (to which I replied a vehement no), and this really isn’t very important to the story, but I wanted to let you know.)

As the film progressed (largely unregarded by me, I must admit), I noticed several things about her behaviour that seemed odd, though:

One, her heartbeat became considerably faster as soon as Carol and Therese had met on-screen and it became clear that their relationship would be the focus of the film.

Two, she’s been side-eyeing me a lot more frequently than usual (she tends to watch me watch films if she knows the plot already, but considering she probably hasn’t seen Carol before, this seems out of character for her).

Three, and this is… I don’t even know how to feel about this, but… how do I formulate this best…  When the sex scene was playing, I swear she looked at my cleavage and blushed.

I’m sort of ecstatic (because those are hints, right? I can’t be the only one to think that those are hints?) but also very very VERY worried that I’ve totally misinterpreted the entire situation. Then again, all of your comments sound incredibly hopeful and affirming, so I guess I’m not entirely wrong in my assumptions?

I need to go back now (I’ve been here way too long already), but I will definitely keep you updated. It’s so heart-warming to see how invested all of you are!

@everyone who told me to kiss her already: if she keeps this up, I just might :)

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r/relationship_advice – posted by u/anonymous1000 – 1 hour ago

UPDATE! All’s well that ends well!

Hey everyone, I am so sorry for the late update. I ended up being… somewhat busy last night.

:) :) :)

So, long story short, we’re dating now. And yes, I did kiss her (or she kissed me, I can’t remember exactly. We somehow kissed each other simultaneously).

Long story slightly less short, because I see you hungering for details in the comments (and my now-girlfriend said you deserved to know), here is how it went down:

We didn’t even finish the film. We didn’t even resume the film, after I returned from the bathroom. Because when I did, giddy and ready to Do This, she wasn’t even looking at me. No, she was looking at her phone.

Now, I’ve never seen a person look at their phone with an expression quite as shocked as hers. She was, I’m not kidding, completely frozen (and if you knew her, you’d know that doesn’t happen often).

So naturally I rush over to her, worried as can be, thinking something bad happened, a catastrophe or maybe an accident in her family. And as I kneel by her side, and she still hasn’t moved, I happen to see what she’s been reading on her phone screen.

And it’s reddit.

I’m not gonna lie, for a second I thought it was all over. I mean, she’d obviously recognised us in my post (so much for anonymity everyone, the internet is treacherous), and judging by her expression, well… I assumed the worst.

But then she turns around and she fixes me with this incredibly cute stern stare she has, and she goes: “[My full name]. Have you browsed the relationship tag even once?”

And I shake my head, completely dumbfounded of course, because what does that have to do with anything. But apparently it plays a crucial role, because apparently you all know my girlfriend.

Her username is @supergirlssupercurls and she’s been posting the entire journey of our friendship/romance on this platform. Turns out she loves me too.

:)

She’s also told me to end this with: and they lived happily ever after.

(Let’s hope we do).

#supercorp #supercorp fanfiction #sc fanfic #sc #supergirl #christmas #christmas fic #mini fic #my writing #movie night

[cuddlepilefics]

Lullaby and good night

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie/Little: Minho

Caregiver: Jisung

 Minho’s POV.:

Our next comeback was approaching and 3racha had only finished up in the studio very recently. Now that all their tracks had been finished, it was the dance-line’s task to come up with choreographies. Being the oldest member of the dance-line, I felt a sense of responsibility, so I pretty much took the lead and spent most of my time in the practice room. In my free time, which was mostly at night, I went to the studio to practice my vocals. I knew I had to improve my singing, I read all the comments online, saying the only reason I was in the group was for my visuals. As much as it honored me that Stay found me handsome, as much did it hurt to hear I was good for nothing. Some nights I skipped entirely, not going back to the dorm at all and meeting up with my members for practice the next morning. Often it took a stern conversation with Chan-hyung to drag me back and get some rest. Couldn’t he see that I needed more time to practice? That I needed to work more to make up for the talent I was lacking? I hadn’t gone home after practice last night, instead dancing for another three hours before dragging my sore body to the studio to go over some of the new songs. I hoped with enough practice I’d get my lines down to perfection. It weren’t many anyways.

The next morning, I met up with Hyunjin and Felix to work on our choreos. The young Aussie was having a tough time, often messing up and being on edge the entire time. I saw his hands shaking every time he lost a step and his brows were furrowed as though he had a headache. Being a little myself, it didn’t take long for me to put two and two together. The poor boy was trying so hard not to slip but the stress was slowly getting to him. He wasn’t even there for a full hour before I decided to be a good hyung and send him home. It took a while for Felix to accept my decision, he didn’t want to hold us back and be a burden and I knew exactly how he felt but after quite some pushing from Hyunjin and me and a call to Chan, the dance-line maknae let the leader collect him from the practice room. From that on, it was only Hyunjin and me. We hadn’t even danced for that long but we were both drenched in sweat. My limbs ached and my protested with every movement. I doubted my dongsaeng felt any different but he put on a battle-face and soldiered on. Hyunjin really was something, though sensitive most of the time, when it came to dancing, he was pure professionalism. Not once did he complain about me torturing both of us with endless reruns of the same sequence. It was easy to work with him and seeing him be strong and push his exhaustion and pain away, gave me the strength to do the same.

We cut our lunch break short. Hyunjin gave me a proteinbar from his bag because I had eaten my last for dinner last night. I’d have to go back to the dorm soon to refill the snack-department of my practice bag. The break was just long enough to catch our breaths and force down a proteinbar and some water. Sure, it wasn’t a full meal but if we ate too much, the sharp movements would make us queasy. My eyes were burning and my head ached but on second thought, everything ached, so all I could do was suck it up and hope we’d finish soon. I was really craving a shower and my bed at this point. We had only resumed dancing for a few minutes, when my eyes were starting to bother me, well, bother me more than before. The bright overhead lights seamed distorted, casting strange shapes. I really shouldn’t wear my contacts for days on end. Blinking rapidly, I tried to clear my vision from the shimmering distortions before looking over at Hyunjin, squinting in an attempt to see him clearly. I’ve probably been staring at him for too long because he gave me a questioning look. The room suddenly shifted sideways before everything went black.

When I came to again, the first thing I heard was a loud howling noise quickly changing in pitch. It was too loud, my head was pounding and the noise didn’t help with that at all. Why couldn’t it just be quiet? I wanted to sleep. There were broken and half-suppressed sobs somewhere close. But where? It sounded a lot like Hyunjin. Trying to open my eyes, I failed as my eyelids seemed to be glued shut. There was a pressure around my hand, which seemed to come from the same direction as the sobs. Finally managing to blink my eyes open, I quickly closed them again and groaned as I hadn’t expected it too be so bright. I felt my hand being squeezed and I gave a weak squeeze back. There was also a voice that I didn’t recognize, words blurring together incomprehensible. Just wanting to sleep, I decided to ignore the voice and kept my eyes closed. It was too bright to open them anyways. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t go back to sleep. As soon as I became aware of the moist stickiness, with which my pants clung to me, it was too uncomfortable to get another minute of rest.

Through all the commotion, I kept my eyes closed. Why wouldn’t they stop bothering me? Is it too much to ask to just be allowed some rest? There were hands on me and my bed was shaking. I tried swatting the hands away but I wasn’t strong enough. My clothes were pulled on and suddenly I felt cold. Was I naked? My breathing quickened as I felt helpless and violated. All I had wanted to do was sleep off the pounding headache behind my temples. Oh thanks, someone had put a blanket on me. The commotion was slowly dying down and I dared opening my eyes again, though only a crack. The reassuring hand in mine had disappeared for a while but now I could feel it again. Looking over, I was faced with a tearstained Hyunjin. “H-Hey, you’re awake, hyung”, he smiled shakily. Trying to speak, I head to clear my throat a few times before I was able to get a sound out: “J-Jinnie? Wha’ happened? People were touching me, my head hurts.” – “It’s ok, hyung. They were only helping”, Hyunjin promised before breaking into tears again, “We were dancing together when you kept staring at me. I asked you a few times what was wrong but – but-…” – “Jinnie?”, rasped, squeezing his hand like he had done to me before. My dongsaeng just continued to choke on sobs, clearly terrified of something. But what?

I wanted to reassure him but how could I when I didn’t even know what happened? I was still so unbelievably tired but I couldn’t go to sleep, knowing my dongsaeng was crying next to me. The door opened and in piled my friends. Chan sat down on the bed next to my, taking my hand into his, while Changbin pulled Hyunjin out of the chair and into his arms. “Hyung?”, I looked at him with pleading eyes. The oldest sighed, studying my face: “You don’t remember what happened, do you Min?” I shook my head a bit, waiting for an explanation. “Hyunjin called us because you suddenly collapsed and had a seizure. He called an ambulance, which took both of you here, we followed”, the leader explained calmly but in his eyes I could see he was anything but calm. I had heard anything clearly but for some reason I couldn’t comprehend his words. They made no sense to me. Why would I have a seizure? I never had one before. My hyung must have sensed my confusion because he added: “The doctor said it might have been caused by sleep deprivation but they couldn’t confirm it yet because no one knew how much or rather little sleep you had gotten recently. To me it sounds likely because there were too many nights you didn’t come back at all.” Refusing to meet Chan’s eyes, I stared at the blanket in my lap, which seemed to confirm his suspicions. “I don’t think I have to tell you that you should have taken better care of yourself. You’re one of the oldest here and I know I haven’t been the greatest role-model but not even I have ever taken it to that extreme”, He frowned disappointed. Fighting tears back, I tried to explain myself: “It’s just, all those comments online, reminding me of my lack of talent. I just wanted to improve myself for Stay.” Great, with that confession I have earned myself another round of ‘Why we are not supposed to read comments on social media’, but I knew they meant well giving me a talk.

Another hour, many compliments for my skills and hugs from everyone later, most members went home, promising that one or two of them would come back later to bring me a bag with some clothes and my toothbrush. Much to my dismay, I learned that I’d have to stay at least one night for observation. Chan and Jisung stayed after everyone else left. I was grateful for their presence because I still needed to come to terms with what had happened. I had talked to a doctor, who had explained my situation again. It gave me hope because he said it might never happen again if I make sure to take good care of my body. His words were very inspirational to me: ‘Rest is a right, not a reward.’ I will probably make a poster of this and hang it in the 3racha studio, so others could also benefit from this man’s wise words.

No one’s POV.:

Chan and Jisung stayed to keep Minho company. The dancer kept a cool exterior to reassure his friends but the two knew he was really shaken-up inside. The trio continued talking, about everything and anything, trying to distract themselves and the mood in the room was considerably light. Until a nurse came in, that is. She wanted to give the dancer an IV, which would also be useful for administering medication for the pain. The atmosphere turned sour and Minho squirmed uncomfortably. He hated needles. Jisung quickly took his hand, trying to calm the older down. The nurse gave them a sympathetic smile as she had seen the same scene multiple times. Her promises, it would only be a tiny pinch and it would be over before Minho knew it, fell on deaf ears. When she took another step closer, needle in hand, the dancer couldn’t take it anymore. He screamed, trying to pull away from Jisung, who was holding onto his wrist. Then, as if a switch was flicked, he crawled back to the rapper, clutching his shirt. “Jiji, nuh let Min huwt!”, he sobbed, his breaths coming in short strained puffs. The nurse quickly put the needle down out of sight, taking a few steps back to give them space. Chan and Jisung had both paled immediately after noticing how Minho had slipped. They were terrified of it happening with a stranger in the room, afraid the little would be treated with disgust. Jisung was quick to sit on the edge of the bed, an arm wrapped around the dancer as he whispered soothing nothings and tried to help the other to slow his breathing down. At the same time, Chan studied the nurse, hoping for any clue on how she thought about little space.

A few minutes later, Jisung had finally managed to talk the little down and the nurse considered it safe to approach them again, without a needle this time. “Hey sweetie, can you tell me how old you feel right now?”, she cooed, crouching in front of the pair. All she got was a whimper from Minho, who pressed himself closer to Jisung, and the stunned looks of Chan and Jisung. She smiled at their confusion: “Regressing in age is a not too uncommon coping mechanism. People only thing it’s uncommon because everyone’s ashamed of talking about it. What’s bad about creating a safe space for oneself? It’s harmless, unlike taking drugs or self-harming as an outlet.” She wasn’t wrong there and her acceptance helped Minho build the courage to meet her eyes. When they were going to give the IV another try, Chan silently disappeared out of the room to call the members at the dorm, asking them to also pack Minho’s beloved cat plushie and a pacifier.

“Min, I’d need to give you some medicine but to be able to do that, I’ll have to put a small tube into the back of your hand”, she tried carefully. The little’s eyes went wide and he shook his head furiously. Jisung rubbed his back, hoping to be able to convince him: “Kitten, I know you’re scared. Hyung knows. But don’t you feel icky?” Minho sniffled and touched his head, whimpering a pitiful: “Ouchie.” – “I know, bubba. She’s going to help with that, if you let her. You trust Jiji-hyungie, right? I wouldn’t let anyone do anything that’s bad for you”, the rapper promised, “You’re my brave boy, aren’t you?” Minho whined loudly, he knew Jisung was right but he hated it. “Usually when we have to give a child an injection or IV, we let them sit on their parents lap”, the nurse mused. Jisung didn’t have to be told twice to kick of his shoes and sit down on the bed properly. He pulled the little onto his lap, who quickly buried his face against the rapper’s neck. Taking a few deep breaths and inhaling the caregiver’s soothing scent, Minho held out his right hand, stretching it far away from his body. “You’re so brave, kitten. Hyung’s really proud of you”, Jisung praised. The nurse wasted no time, afraid the little’s burst of confidence would be over before she’d have the needle in. It was really only a small prick and Minho didn’t even have the time to cry out before it was over. Quickly wrapping a few layers of bandage around the dancer’s hand to make sure he wouldn’t accidentally pull the needle out, she stepped back and smiled. She walked over to a cabinet and pulled out a small piece of paper, chuckling: “A brave boy like you totally deserves some stickers.” – “Stickers!!!”, the little squealed, accepting the sheet and studying it. Jisung grinned, glad the fuss was over, and reminded: “What do we say, Min?” – “Tank chuuu!”, the dancer giggled. With a satisfied smile, the nurse connected the bag of fluids and painkillers before leaving the room.

Chan returned and listened to Minho boast about his knew stickers, while they waited for their friends to arrive with the dancer’s necessities. “Hyung, I’m going to stay here with him tonight”, Jisung announced, still sitting on the bed with the little on his lap. The leader nodded, he had already expected this given the rapper was Minho’s main caregiver and the two were extremely close. They kept playing around for a while, the dancer giggling happily, IV already forgotten, till there was a knock on the door. In came Changbin and Seungmin their worried faces brightening at the sight of the happy little on Jisung’s lap. Their worry had doubled when Chan told them Minho had slipped but it now melted away completely. “Hey there, little one”, Seungmin laughed, walking over and ruffling the dancer’s hair, “You gave your Jinnie-hyung quite a scare”, noticing the little’s frown, he was quick to add, “Don’t worry Jinnie’s fine.” – “Look we brought Soori”, Changbin distracted, pulling the plushie from the bag and handing it over. Cuddling the stuffed cat close to his chest, Minho looked up with sparkling eyes and mumbled: “Tank chu, Binnie-hyung.”

Changbin and Seungmin took Chan back home with them after saying good bye to Minho and Jisung. The rapper gently helped the little to change out of the hospital into his own clothes, making sure to pull the bottle and tubing through the sleeve first and guiding Minho’s hand, so he wouldn’t mess with the IV. The energy and excitement, that had fueled the dancer while the other members were present, soon ebbed away and the exhaustion that had brought him into the current situation caught up to him. “Is there someone sleepy?”, Jisung cooed, running a hand through the little’s hair. Minho gave a small nod, yawning widely while he rubbed a fist against his eye: “Wan’ cuddle Jiji.” – “Okay baby, scoot over a bit”, the rapper requested, climbing under the blanket too, “Here, hold on to Soori, she wants cuddles too.” Clutching the plushie, the little snuggled up against his caregiver, who pulled a paci from the bag and slipped it between the little’s lips. “Go to sleep, kitten. Hyungie will sing for you, ok?”, Jisung hummed, he was hoping Minho would be able to catch up on the sleep he was lacking, “Good night, little one.”

#sick #sickfic #little #little space #agere #age regression #headspace #fanfic #fanfiction #skz #stray kkids #fluff #comfort #whump #lee know #lee minho #han jisung #minsung #hospital

[srbachchan]

DAY 4435

Jalsa, Mumbai                       Apr 28/29,  2020                   Tue/Wed 12:13 AM

37 years .. ! 37 years of ‘MAHAAN’ .. the triple role .. the star cast .. the making the travel the days of work .. and the joy of a first attempt at a triple role .. VFX never heard of .. yet trick camera work and the efficiency of the technology within limitations .. 

.. the Father and his 2 sons .. all look alike .. the elder a respected citizen caught in a web of deceit .. one son in the Police and officer .. the other son a fun loving GEN next .. all webbed together in a remake almost of a Kannada film made by the giant legend of the time .. Raj Kumar from Karnataka .. directed by dear dear friend Ramanathan ji , with whom I need several historic films .. 

... most of the work done at the AVM Studios in Madras/Chennai ..  songs and scenes in Kathmandu, Nepal .. and glorious times spent in its execution .. injuries and all ..

.. the phone song ‘jidhar dekhoon’ .. Pancham da insisting I sing it .. was really badly sung but went with the moment of the scene , so it went ..

.. at the recording with Pancham da .. RD Burman .. Ramanathan ji in the background in dark glasses ..  and Pancham da’s closest musician assistants .. at Film Center recording studio at Tardeo, where apart from the recording the main work was film developing in the Lab .. a massive facility where each hour the fate of the release films were decided .. the prints that were being made were tested first here and the projectionists at the facility saw the film first and they were the ones to predict the outcome before the film was released .. almost always they were correct .. 

.. and then the songs in Nepal and in the picturesque surroundings  ..

.. when the only portable unit of camera personal was this .. at times shooting moments personally .. 

..’pyaar mein dilko maar de goli ..’ in Patan , Nepal, now with changed name of Lalitpur .. the city of immense ancient value .. one of the oldest in history and all made of wood , well mostly .. the architecture and the designs simply astonishing ..

.. but sadly most of it destroyed in the recent earthquake in Nepal , .. the crowds included in the song on my insistence rather than leave them to the security to keep away .. felt they could be involved in seeing a romantic song between two lovers .. it worked .. they behaved so well , cooperated and gave applause .. the same location was shot for ‘KHUDA GAWAH’ , when after the Bushkashi horse competition the face of Sridevi is revealed .. it was done here in Patan .. shot division from Afghanistan to Nepal in two successive shots .. the glory of film making ..

.. and in that little break in the shoot to go kayaking with the little fellow .. Abhishek .. the rapids in Nepal are famous the world over and is a very popular sport among the tourists that come from all over the world .. almost drowned there .. got stuck in the kayak as it turned over and could not turn it around in the rapid waters .. still photographer Alam, who travelled with me , realised the situation jumped in and turned the boat over and saved me .. 

... and the injury because of that above .. had to slide down the rope in a song and action sequence .. never realised that rope friction is the worst burn ever .. the shot happened .. sliding down I knew I was damaging my hand but what the heck the show must go on .. shot over the hand lacerated to bits .. 

.. PACK UP .. into hospital .. drugged , treated , stitched up .. bandaged .. off to Bombay then to be at the wedding of Chintu .. yes Rishi Kapoor .. there I am all strapped up , in the baraat .. Shammi Kapoor ji in front of me .. at the Burmah Shell Complex in Chembur .. and by next morning back to Chennai/Madras and resume shooting .. 

.. the art of camouflaging the injured hand became a routine exercise later too, when it blew up during Divali, handling a bomb firecracker .. immediate films .. Inquilab and Sharaabi .. hand in pocket mostly or a handkerchief wrapped around to express style .. 🤣🤣🤣 ..

and the often exploited picture at Patan, Nepal from the song :

... ahhh life .. boundless and filled with the uncertainties of the day .. but liveable , loveable and full of delight .. 

.. err .. incidentally those tinted aviators , became quite a rage, then .. had got them off a store during a travel overseas .. perhaps Rodeo Drive, LA .. remained with me for some time and then in the spring cleaning of the home got rid of them .. a whole bunch of them just threw them away .. Abhishek almost killed me for doing that because they became the in thing in todays times .. 

.. how was I to know .. 

fashions repeat .. and if you’ve been around long enough, or are planning to be around long enough .. NEVER throw out the old stuff .. lessons learnt .. 

.. I mentioned in one of my Blogs of the cleaning up that needed to be done and the remark from one of the Ef that if there is a motive to throw out could it be thrown in their direction for they would like to posses it  ..

... SERIOUSLY ..? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Good night .. शुभ रात्रि .. تصبح على خير tusbih ealaa khayr .. இனிய இரவு Iṉiya iravu ..

and in all the languages of India .. and a few overseas too .. 

Amitabh Bachchan

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Edwina and I spent all our married lives getting into other people's beds.

- Lord Louis Montbatten

In 1922, a royal but impoverished naval officer called Louis Mountbatten proposed to a fabulously wealthy woman called Edwina Ashley in Delhi. Both in their early 20s, they had known each other only a few months, but were determined to spend their lives together. The day after Edwina accepted, her fiancé diarised how they had “motored out to King Humayun’s enormous tomb, which we saw at 3am by moonlight". It was all “wonderful and romantic", and, a month later, they made another trip to the 16th century mausoleum. This time, however, the bride-to-be was less impressed. “Edwina having just…seen the Taj Mahal," wrote Mountbatten, “was full of scorn for this poor little tomb."

In some respects the episode was a pithy description of their marriage years that lay ahead. In his new biography The Mountbattens: Their Lives and Loves, British historian Andrew Lownie has claimed that the late Lord Mountbatten and his wife Edwina spent their married lives engaging in a stream of affairs. Lownie relates how the last viceroy of India, who was assassinated in 1979 by an IRA bomb aged 79, was initially devastated by wife Edwina's affairs but came to terms with his wife’s hedonistic flings as he struggled with his bisexual impulses.

After a fumbling honeymoon, some of it spent in Hollywood, Mountbatten resumed his career as a naval officer.

Meanwhile, the stylish Edwina, described as one of the six best- dressed women in the world, shopped at Chanel, played bridge, and danced the Charleston until 3am, sometimes with Fred Astaire.

Edwina was also inordinately put out when — after ten years of her undisguised infidelities — he took a long-term lover of his own, the sparky, boyish Yola from France (on whom, claims Pamela, the novelist Colette based her fictional femme fatale, Gigi).

Mountbatten found ‘some contentment’ with Yola, as now did Edwina with a lover who became a permanent fixture in her life — ‘Bunny’ Phillips, a ‘thrillingly handsome’ (the words of their daughter Pamela) colonel in the Coldstream Guards.

On the surface, Edwina and her husband, Lord Louis Mountbatten, were the glitziest couple of their day — rich, high-born, debonair, de luxe. Beneath, the reality were separate beds, separate lives and a flurry of flings that set tongues wagging.

All their social gadding about came to a halt when war broke out in 1939. Mountbatten and Bunny Philliips had serious and all-consuming duties to perform for King and Country; Yola was trapped in enemy-occupied France.

And Edwina at last had something real to do. She put on a uniform and cap — albeit set at a jaunty, come-on angle — and threw herself, body and soul, into work with the St John Ambulance Brigade.

Pamela recalls her father looking at his wayward wife with a new sense of pride that she had at last found her purpose in life. Pamela felt the same when she saw her mother in action.

With the war over, Mountbatten was sent there to oversee the sub-continent gaining independence from British rule. His wife went with him and her charm was put to vital use in what the new Viceroy termed Operation Seduction — trying to bring the warring religious communities together.

She worked like a Trojan. Pamela, who went with them — for the first time finding herself at the very heart of the family with a distinct role to play — marvelled at her mother’s stamina and bravery, her ability ‘to forge through the heat of the day, impervious to physical hardship’. She was selfless and tireless, with a sensitivity to the suffering of others that made her a heroine in what was an increasingly volcanic and violent situation.

Edwina fell madly in love with India and its people. Of course tongues wagged at her close relationship with Indian nationalist leader Jawaharlal Nehru and India’s first post-independence Prime Minister.

In later years, their daughter Pamela would pore over Nehru’s letters to her mother, ‘and I came to realise how deeply he and my mother loved each other.’

But it was a spiritual and intellectual relationship, not a sexual one. Pamela is convinced of that. ‘Neither had time to indulge in a physical affair, and anyway the very public nature of their lives meant they were rarely alone.’ It seems Edwina had found her spiritual and intellectual match in the Harrow and Cambridge educated Nehru. ‘Dickie’ Mountbatten wisely gave his wife a wide berth as he increasingly came to terms with his own struggle with his bisexual feelings for young men in uniform.

What was remarkable in all this — as seen through Pamela’s eyes — was her father’s dignity and forbearance, as it had been through all the ups and downs of his marriage to Edwina. He remained loyal to the end.

In 1960, aged 58, she died of a stroke on a tour of the Far East for a charity. She had requested to be buried at sea. As the coffin slipped below the water off the south coast of England, Pamela recalls ‘my father standing with tears streaming down his face. It was the only time I had ever seen him weep. He then kissed his wreath (for her) before throwing it into the sea.’

It was the last act of a strange marriage but one which, in its own way, had worked. He had defied the gossip, kept up appearances and kept his family intact, however unconventional the method.

There were apparently no scenes, no public scandal and, best of all, no acrimonious divorce. It was all rather English.

**Lord Louis Mountbatten and his new bride, Edwina, in Charlie Chaplin’s Nice And Friendly (1922). Chaplin made the film as a gift for the newly weds while they were on their honeymoon in America.

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electra sohn , a member of the yale's elite , they're twenty and a sophomore majoring in theater and performance studies . they are as starry-eyed as they are non-committal . ( park chaewon ( gowon ) / she/her / cis female )

STATISTICS .

FULL NAME : electra hope sohn . NICKNAMES : el , elly .  AGE : twenty . BIRTHDAY : july 29 , 2000 .  ASTRO : leo sun , gemini moon , scorpio rising . SIBLINGS : one “ older sister ” . ( you will see why that is in quotation marks ) SEXUALITY : bisexual + biromantic . HEIGHT : 5′1″  HAIR COLOR : blonde . HOMETOWN : savannah , georgia .

BLACKMAILS .

electra’s mother had her when she was very young and decided to let her parents raise her baby girl. instead of being truthful about the situation, everyone told her that her mother was a much older sister. electra has actually been raised by her grandparents her whole life.

before attending yale, she used to manipulate her theater teacher into giving her nearly every lead role in school productions by promising to expose him for pocketing money from the school’s drama budget. she has barely earned any of the roles on her resume that actually got her into the theater program at yale. 

PAST .

electra was born in savannah , georgia to a teen mom who was completely unprepared to raise a child . but she couldn’t just give up this precious little baby , so instead ... she decided to let her parents adopt her daughter so that she could stay in her life . instead of being honest with electra , her family just decided to tell her that her biological mom was her older sister and that she was their miracle baby that had come many years later ! 

like many southern little girls , electra grew up on female country music icons . she was constantly singing hits by loretta lynn , patsy cline , and shania twain in the bedroom she had in her parents’ trailer . but the singer that she idolized the most was none other than miss dolly parton .

electra was obsessed with dolly’s over the top looks , the sparkles she wore , and the unabashed confidence she had . like nobody compared in electra’s mind lmao

after watching the movie , steel magnolias , at the local drive in theater , electra then became obsessed with the idea of following in dolly’s footsteps and getting into theater , dramas , and the film industry . and before you know it , the girl was auditioning for any productions that would have her . 

but after continuing to get cast in small roles , electra kind of had it and was looking for SOME way to sneak her way into the spotlight . ( instead of like , putting in some extra work and just getting better at acting but whatever i digress )

during her sophomore year of high school , she “ happened ” upon some information regarding her theater teacher pocketing drama budget money and used that as leverage to secure lead roles the rest of high school . 

those roles , paired with her grades , scored her a spot in the yale theater department ! which was PERFECT because she had also been OBSESSED with the elites since she was a little girl , loving the picture of luxury they had . and she figured she may as well try to finagle her way into the group .

PRESENT DAY / ELITES .

electra used a childhood picture she had with a former elites member and edited herself into some more recent pictures with them , somehow convincing everyone that she was a legacy’s goddaughter . and if that wasn’t enough , she also told some white lies about co-directing drama productions and being a lighting technician a few times in order to make her resumé a little more interesting . and just like that , electra lied her way into the elites !

now , she is heavily involved in the theater department at yale and still BUMPIN two doors down in her headphones as she walks to elites meetings . 

she has also altered her current style in order to fit into the elites a little better . like ,,, she really tries to wear clothes that she has seen deemed as “ chic ” in movies like clueless , but with that southern lady colorfulness that she just can’t get rid of . like she is fully dressed like cher horowitz on her way to a rodeo every day .

electra is SUCHHH a try hard when it comes to the elites tho like are you a senior member ? you want a coffee ? she will be bringing you one asap . oh you think the salad she’s eating for lunch looks good ? here its yours . a kiss ass really

PERSONALITY .

miss electra is a picture perfect dilettante . loves the art heaux aesthetic , actually knows very little about art in any form . she has a superiority complex though because of ability to score lead roles in drama productions and musicals on campus . but she’s just very flighty and as i mentioned ,, non committal . good luck holding her down for anything . she’s just kinda like a moth and will fly to any flame she finds interesting and not think about anything else in the process . just generally very dramatic and intense idk bro !!! good luck haha !!

#𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐀 / intro .

[noodlecupcakeswritings]

Undercover - Chapter 5 (A LokixRaven AU)

Loki won the battle of New York and now rules over Earth after eliminating Thor and Hawkeye. The remaining Avengers have gone into hiding, waiting for a chance to take back their planet. Raven (OC) is their key to doing so.

This fic is pretty much porn and with this AU Raven and Loki have no previous history

Please leave comments, kudos and reblogs if you like it. It really helps me out as a writer, lemme know if you wanna be on the taglist as well :)

Warnings: Smut, Sexual references, Throne smut, Spanking, Language, Punishments, Fingering, Vaginal fingering 

Chapter 5

Ravens P.O.V

I was due to meet Loki in the throne room at around 7:30pm. I was a little unsure about doing stuff with him in the throne room, I didn’t know if we would have full privacy like we would in my room. I'd almost been here a month now and still no sign of the other agent here. Or perhaps they were waiting a while so I didn’t raise suspicion. I continued to use my free time to make sure I had the layout of the palace memorized. I knew there was probably secret passages and rooms but those weren't important yet. I did like spending my times in the palaces gardens, it was always warm probably thanks to Loki’s magic. And flowers were always in full bloom. They made great subjects to sketch. I was adding shading to my most recent sketch of the water lilies. The pond was filled with them and sometimes at night fireflies would gather around the pond making it look enchanting.

I was too so engrossed in my sketch I didn’t notice another person’s presence until they cleared their throat. It wasn’t Loki but it was a male. Yet the voice sounded human and I’m sure Loki wouldn’t let the Chautari roam the nicer places. I turned to find a man in about his mid 30s, he was average height and build with blue eyes and light brown hair. I didn’t remember seeing him around the palace before, nor had I seen much human male staff. He didn’t seem annoyed by my presence nor like he wanted to do me any harm. “Miss Harper?” He asked. “Yes?” “It’s good we could finally meet.” “And you are?” I frowned, my tone not hiding any annoyance. “Agent Collins. From S.H.I.E.L.D”

I paused, this could be a trap set by Loki. Not that I had done anything to raise suspicion yet I would need to remain cautious. “I don’t know anything about them,” I shrugged. “The passwords Goose.” “Well when you put it that way, it’s about time you made contact.” “Forgive me for not doing it sooner, we had to avoid suspicion.” “What's your role here? I don’t exactly see many other humans around here.” “I’m what he considers a scholar. I teach him all there is to know about Earth and its culture. I’m also in charge of the library. It’s a fairly peaceful role.” “Means he doesn’t bother you often whilst you take him down from the inside.” “Exactly. Fury will be glad to know your alright. I’ve drawn up maps of the palace, I just need to find a way to get them too him.”

“How are you able to communicate with Fury, I doubt you’d be able to sneak a radio in here,” I asked. “Not your average radio no. S.H.I.E.L.D developed a smaller sized one, its like wearing a wire.” “So Fury can hear everything we’re saying right now?” “When someone tells him they’ve heard something important they’ll let him know. As Director he can’t listen in 24/7.” Understandable, I should have known that. Agent Collins and I continued to talk, getting to know each other. He held no judgement in my role in Loki’s downfall, which was somewhat reassuring. What was most reassuring is knowing that I was no longer alone in this place, I had a friend with me. Agent Collins looked down at his watch and that’s when I remembered it was my evening with Loki. Shit. “What time is it?” I asked, panic evident in my voice. “7:45…oh…you better go.” I abandoned my sketchbook and pencils, telling myself I’d come back for it later and bolted through the gardens. My third night with him and I was already fucking late, he was going to kick me out for being incompetent.

I didn’t even have time to change into some lingerie or change my dress. I was going to look like a completely unappealing mess. This situation was just getting worse. I finally reached the throne room, panting. I continued through the doors, throwing myself at his feet and hoping he would show some mercy. I wanted to start apologizing but I knew in subspace I wasn’t allowed to speak unless given permission. That would get me into more trouble. “You are late. Is there a reason for your lateness?” He asked. “I’m very sorry my king, I lost track of time.” “And you think that’s a good enough excuse?” “No, sir.” He seemed to appreciate my honesty. There was no way it was a good excuse; I’d fucked up and now I would suffer the consequences. “It seems I will have to condition you so that this never happens again. Over my knee, now,” Loki ordered.

I got to my feet before positioning myself across his lap. Loki lifted my skirts so that my rear was exposed to him. He pulled my panties down roughly and I prepared myself for the first strike. “Understand that when it comes to punishments there are three stages. The first will be a verbal reprimand, if you don’t correct your behaviour then it will be a physical reprimand. Depending what you have done will determine the severity and duration of the punishment. The third and final reprimand will be a time out. I hope that we never reach the third stage. Do you understand?” Loki explained. “Yes, my king.” “Good. As this is your first incident you shall receive ten spanks.” Finally, the first strike came, pain spreading across my cheek. I winced; my body’s natural reaction was to tense up. Loki stroked over the area as if to soothe it before spanking my other cheek, spreading the pain.

I gripped the armrest of the throne, closing my eyes and focusing on my breathing. This became harder as the next three came in quick succession. All I could focus on was the heat on my ass and the growing heat between my legs. I was confused as to why I found this arousing? It wasn’t the worst pain I'd been subjected too but it was the shame of being taken over his knee like a brat that was the worst part of it. The things I do for S.H.I.E.L.D. Loki waited for the sixth one, letting anticipation build up that when it came I jumped a little. Four more to go, I could do this. The seventh one was harder than the last, hard enough to make me whimper. Loki used his free hand to hold me down by my shoulder blades as my body took on a mind of its own, trying to shift away from the pain. He made the final three quick so that it could finally be over. I was breathing heavily and there were tears in my eyes. Once it was over my body sagged, struggling to support myself. I rested heavily against his body, sighing as he ran his fingers through my hair.

“What have you learnt today?” He asked. “I learned what will happen if I don’t follow your instructions and rules.” “Good girl, you take punishment well.” I smiled softly at the praise. At least he wasn't kicking me out or worse. But I was definitely not going to slip up like that again. Loki began rubbing something wet and cooling into my cheeks and the pain soon subsided. He'd probably conjured it with his magic, it wasn’t likely he kept stuff like that around the throne. “Because you did so good tonight I will allow you to show me how well you can follow instructions. When you are ready I want you to sit up and straddle me.” Loki spoke. I didn’t move immediately yet I didn’t want to leave it too long. I guess I wanted to not be seen as weak and that his punishment hadn’t completely rendered me useless.

I took a deep breath and attempted to force myself up, but he placed a hand on the small of my back, stopping me. “I said when your ready. Don’t rush, this isn’t a test. Take the time you need,” Loki reminded me. I sighed. I guess I was just frustrated because I'd taken worse and yet it felt like I'd gone ten rounds in a boxing ring. Loki resumed stroking my hair to soothe me. I focused on his touch, this tenderness the perfect distraction to the pain he'd not long inflicted on me. Eventually I sat up and repositioned myself so I was straddling him like asked. Loki cupped my cheek and kissed me softly, I relaxed into the kiss seeking all the affection I could get. “I want you to use two fingers on yourself, there will be no need to ask for permission to cum tonight,” Loki instructed. He lifted my skirts and positioned them in a way that meant they wouldn’t fall back into place so that he could see everything.

“Start with one,” he instructed. I inhaled, teasing my entrance with one of my fingers. I imagined it as Loki’s fingers instead, teasing my entrance until I whined for more. Loki watched me, encouraging me to continue. I slipped the finger inside with ease, moaning at the contact. I started a leisurely pace, letting myself get used to the feeling and the pleasure. Loki stroked across my thighs; his fingers sometimes teasingly close to where I wanted him most. I slipped a second finger in, moaning a little louder. I arched further into his touch, hoping he would take over and have me on throne. Loki started kissing and nipping at my neck, his hands now gripping my hips. I moaned his name, feeling him smile against my skin. I started curling my fingers against my g-spot, gasping at the pleasure I was bringing myself. I closed my eyes, my pace getting faster as I continued to bring myself closer and closer to completion.

Loki reached between my legs and started rubbing my clit, forcing louder moans and cries from me. I didn’t realise quite how far I was gone but I came quickly after that with a cry of his name. I rested my head on his shoulder, slumping against him for support as I came down from my high. Loki stroked my hair and gave me praise. He took my fingers and sucked them clean, making a satisfied noise once he was finished. “You’ve done exceptionally well tonight,” Loki spoke softly. I smiled softly, feeling any previous worries of being kicked out melt away. The more I could do to impress him the better. If I could become his favourite slave, then he shouldn’t suspect me if something were to go wrong. I had to know that he trusted me, but I would have to gain it first. This was going to be a long, slow process. Loki scooped me up in his arms and held me close. There was a soft green glow from his hand before he conjured a cup of water. He held it to my lips and helped me drink.

“May I ask how you lost track of time?” He questioned, he seemed more curious than hostile which was a good sign. “I was sketching out in the gardens and kinda lost track of time.” “You’re an artist?” I chuckled, shaking my head, “I wouldn’t say so, I just like to draw that’s all.” “I’d like to see these drawings sometime.” “Of course.”

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