#also we weren't allowed to mess with him when he was eating or drinking or anything like that

[sleepis4theweak]

Baby April and Raph playing <3

When I was little, and we had first gotten our dog, it was recommended that we annoy him (so that when children inevitably yanked on an ear or something he didn't go for the throat). I IMMEDIATELY volunteered for the task, and would bother him constantly (mess with his ears, poke his teeth, etc).

This ^ is something we do as a byproduct of the training. I hook a finger around one of his teeth and he'd gently shake. It reminded me of Raph and April for some reason, so I drew it! :D

[braveclementine]

Chapter 13

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU HAD TO ADMIT THAT ELIZABETH HAD completely outdone herself for dinner. In such a short amount of time too. She sat at the table with Hogun on one side of her, Sam quickly claiming the other. Loki said in front of her and Thor sat next to him. Tony was at the head of the table, Stephen next to him while you were between Bucky and Clint. The others arranged themselves in that configuration.

There were thick, juicy steaks perfectly seasoned with fluffy mashed potatoes, pats of butter melting little valleys into the fluff. A couple pieces of asparagus were on the side, the tips tinged red from the steak juices.

You hadn't eaten a real meal since you'd left home. You'd been eating all those boxed meals which had led you to gaining a few pounds of fat. It wasn't that big of a deal to you. It was just five or six pounds so you were sure you could easily lose it.

There were also small bowls that were made up of blackberries, raspberries, and green grapes, a swirl of whipcream topping each one. Tall glasses of milk were for the drink.

"Wow, it looks great lil sis." You complimented her.

"Thanks." She said, flashing you an easy smile. Her and Hogun quickly fell into their own conversation, including Sam for a majority of it, who was hanging on her every word like a lovesick puppy.

Thor meanwhile, was messing around with the silver ball that Hogun had given him. His thick fingers slid across the surface before Loki sighed, reaching over his arm, tapping a few things with his long slender fingers and there was a hologram ceremony.

It was a clear as though a movie, or like you were experiencing it in real life. It was strange seeing your parents on such a formidable place like Asgard. Even stranger to see your sister wearing a dress.

"Oh." Loki said when it was done. "They let you drink from the goblet?"

Hogun nearly choked on his food. "Wait, she used THE goblet?"

"What's THE goblet?" About half of you asked, including yourself and Elizabeth.

Loki waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a goblet that is used during royal family bonding ceremonies. It usually gives one or the other a power of the other. Since Elizabeth doesn't have powers and neither does Hogun, its most likely that Elizabeth is now immortal."

He delivered the news as casually as though telling us that we were in for a calm night. Elizabeth, Sam, and surprisingly Steve all choked on their food.

"Immortal?" Hogun asked. "Are you positive?"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Well either that or she developed your ability to wield a sword."

"I thought we weren't allowed to use the cup on Midgardians." Thor asked with a frown on his face.

Loki shrugged. "Odin's rules and mother's rules are a bit different brother."

"Wait, what does that mean for me?" You asked in worry.

Loki still seemed rather unconcerned about the whole thing, like it was no big deal that Elizabeth was now immortal. You did notice Steve was hanging on every word Loki was saying though, which struck you a little funny.

"It's possible. Especially when you're soulmated to Thor, King to the throne when father takes over." He didn't seem bitter, the way you thought he would. But then again, you could rarely tell what his tone was or how he was really feeling.

"I just don't understand." Hogun said with a frown. "The Goblet of Konvertering av makter is saved for the royal family only. I had expected them to pierce me with the Sword of dødelighet."

"The what and the what?" Sam asked and you were glad you weren't the only one.

"Goblet of the Conversion of Powers is the best translation." Natasha said from the corner next to Bruce. "And I think he said the Sword of mortality."

"You are family." Thor said.

"I think it actually has to do with the idea that mother is going to let Y/N drink from the cup as well and didn't want her to watch her sister die." Loki replied. "But I guess mother could count you as family, the lapse in judgement is possible."

Elizabeth giggled, Thor laughed, and Hogun grinned. It seemed the rest of you had missed some private joke.

Hogun fell into deeper conversation with Thor, Elizabeth turned to talk to Sam, and you leaned over on Bucky's shoulder.

"Tired doll?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"Not entirely." You said with a smile. "Just waiting for you slowpokes to get done eating"

Bucky poked you in the side, "Slowpoke? We'll see who that is."

You pointed to your empty plate and the asparagus on his plate. "C'mon lil baby. Eat your veggies."

Bucky's eyes glinted. "Ooh. You are in so much trouble tonight."

"I look forward to it." You smirked, getting up from your chair. You put the dishes in the sink, plugging the bottom to fill it with soapy water.

Tony had a dishwasher which was probably the best invention of the century besides a dryer. No more handwashing dishes, no more hanging laundry up on the line. You just let technology take over everything and life was much more simple.

You headed upstairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam's room, undressing all the way down the lace you were underneath. It was a dark/light F/C colour with lots of lace and bows. It was skimpy and light. You were pretty sure Steve had bought it for you though it could have been Bucky.

After realizing that they loved to rip your clothes from your body, you had given them a policy: You rip it, you buy it. You had finally started climbing into their bed in just lingerie because they had taken it to heart, ripping everything off your body.

Though, you also suspected they were using Tony's card.

You could hear the familiar footfall of super solider feet coming down the hallway and you smiled, rolling over onto your side to wait for them.

Both of them stopped as they came into the bedroom, eyes darkening. Bucky shut the door and locked it tight as Steve moved towards you with the grace of a panther. The two undressed slowly, turning into the hunks of pure sexiness that they were. Both of them, chiseled by Michelangelo.

Steve moved towards you, blue eyes a dark shade of indigo, sliding into the bed behind you, enveloping you with his body.

Bucky crawled up between your legs, kissing you as Steves hands traveled down your shoulders to tease and pinch your nipples. They traveled a little farther and started to play with your clit before dipping into your folds.

Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he kissed you, his tongue shoved roughly down your throat. You could taste the butter from the asparagus and the lingering juicy taste of the steak.

"Buck you should feel this." Steve said, his fingers dancing feather light in your folds. He lifted his hand from your sopping folds as Bucky stuck two, cold metal fingers straight into your cunt. You arched away, breaking the kiss and mewled. Steve took the chance to turn your face towards him a little, watching through bright eyes as he stuck the tips of his fingers in your mouth.

"So fucking wet." Bucky purred, pinching your clit as he thrusted two fingers into you. "So wet for us, aren't you doll?"

"Yes Sergeant." You breathed out, whimpering around Steve's fingers as you licked your essence off of them.

"How about you take care of your captain." Bucky purred in your ear.

"Both." You breathed out, eyes rolling.

"Both?" Bucky seemed amused. "You seem to be a bit of an overachiever there doll."

"I can do it." You said with a smirk.

"On your knees slut." Steve barked out.

Dripping for the both of them, you slid off the bed and onto your knees. The carpet was fluffy under your skin and you suspected Tony had done that to all the rooms for this exact purpose.

Both of them super soldiers stood in front of you and you took a moment to prepare yourself, stroking them softly in your hands. Then you pressed their cocks together, taking pleasure when they both hissed as you slid the both of them into your mouth.

Both tangled one hand in your hair as you slowly ran your tongue up and down their lengths as you sucked both of them off at the same time.

"Oh fuck." Bucky groaned as you started to tease their balls in your hands as well, squeezing and massaging them as you breathed through your nose, pleasuring them. You could taste the saltiness of the precum that was leaking into your mouth as they came closer and closer to their orgasms.

You could feel Bucky and Steve's balls tightening in your hands and you sucked harder at their tips. Bucky gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he stepped backwards, forcefully pulling himself away from you.

Steve took his advantage, using both hands to shove his cock down your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis as he unloaded into your throat.

You gasped for air as you fell back from his dick, swallowing what he'd given you. Bucky was there in an instant, lifting you up onto the bed, slamming into you with one swift move. His metal hand came down between the two of your bodies as he thrusted his hips furiously.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, Steve grabbing your hands as you reached for Bucky's hair, pinning them to his thigh. You dug your fingers into his skin as Bucky furiously rubbed your clit, the metal fingers vibrating slightly against it.

"BUCKY!" You nearly screamed as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky cursed once more as he unloaded into you as well, nearly collapsing on you from the orgasmic rush.

The both of you laid there for a moment and Steve was the one to go and grab a washcloth, bringing it back to clean the both of you up.

"You all right, you two?" Steve asked with a bit of a smirk as he lounged on the bed. Bucky rolled out of bed to get a clean pair of pajamas. He threw you one of his T-shirts and you slipped on a fresh pair of knickers that you had kept in everyone's rooms.

You climbed up onto the bed, sinking into the pillows gratefully. Bucky laid down next to you and you curled into him, letting the familiar smell of almonds and lemon take over you.

"Good night doll." Bucky mumbled as Steve climbed into the bed on the other side of Bucky, throwing an arm over his waist.

"Night Buck. Night Steve." You mumbled sleepily.

"Night Y/N." Steve murmured.

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"HEY." HOGUN SAID, STOPPING IN AT Elizabeth's rooms. She was sitting at the window instead of laying in her bed like he'd expected her to. But then again, the only city she'd seen before was Asgard so he didn't blame her for wanting to take in the site.

Her bedroom was nice, though sparse, he noticed. She had a bed in the corner of the room that was big enough to fit three or four people. The covers were done in a simple pink and white. The furniture was all white as well. There was a lamp on the small bedside table along with a book he didn't recognize.

There was the minifridge that every bedroom had, though it wasn't humming so it wasn't being used at the moment.

There was a bookshelf in the corner. He could tell that originally books had been neatly placed in there, but now they were strewn on the floor. He frowned a little.

"Hey." Elizabeth said, turning to look at him. She looked like she was contemplating something and he could see that she had a piece of lined paper in front of her, along with one of the books from the bookshelf.

"I wanted to check on you before I went to bed." He admitted, coming into the room and sitting on the floor by the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Tony gave me all these books." Elizabeth said, placing the book she was holding into one of the two piles. "But they're not organized by last name. So I'm fixing it."

"Do you want some help?" He asked.

Elizabeth smiled at him. "Yes, I'd love that. Thank you."

He took the rest of the books off the shelves, putting them down by her chair and helped her organize the pile. She had one pile for last names of the authors A-L and a second pile which was a little larger for names M-Z.

"What's the paper for?" He asked.

"Which books I haven't read so I can read those first." Elizabeth explained. "However, there aren't many I haven't read so it's been fairly easy to put together."

He loved the way her mind was so organized, though some people found her ADHD and OCD hard to comprehend. On the outside, just looking at her, she looked like any other person. No one would assume that she would have any mental problems. They were very subtle things, like the organizing of her books.

He remembered her telling him an anecdote when she had Lego dolls and had designed them a specific way. Y/N had come in and put different heads on different bodies and Elizabeth had screamed and cried.

Elizabeth had laughed and said, "It was such a simple fix. But I felt so uncomfortable for some reason. The way the heads weren't on the right bodies made me freak. But they're Legos, they could've been put together any which way."

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" He asked now, scrutinizing her.

Elizabeth had a stressed look on her face when she looked at him next. She hesitated and then said, "Bucky and Steve didn't. . ."

He felt the guilt eating up at him inside, even though he technically hadn't done anything wrong. But he felt terrible for her and pissed off at the super soldiers. Elizabeth was a gem hiding underneath her sisters' shadow.

"I'm sorry." Hogun said, reaching over to take her hands. She smiled, squeezing his hands before turning back to the books.

"It's alright. I wasn't expecting all of them to accept me anyways, even before I knew who they were." She said, sounding completely indifferent. "It was just that out of all the ones I had thought would reject me, America's golden boy was the last one I had expected. I don't know, I expected maybe Tony or Stephen or even Sam. But I guess that's what I get for expecting anything at all."

"Eliz-"

"Seriously." Elizabeth said with a tone of finality and a fake smile that looked real. If he hadn't known her as well as he did he would have been fooled with the smile. "I'm alright Hogun."

"If you say so." Was all he said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged him back tightly, desperately.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. "Now, let's finish putting these books away and we can get some sleep, I know you're tired."

Elizabeth smiled, leaning back from the hug so she could kiss him on the lips. He savored it, tasting vanilla, chocolate, and caramel. "I love you too." 

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[tic-toc-clock77]

My mom got diagnosed with bipolar recently and last night I went to stay with her. It was a very emotional night for me so you'll probably be seeing a lot of Dwellers content involving the mothers of the cast for a bit. Maternal angst, here we come. More of a personal explanation below

cws; neglect, drinking, abuse, abandonment

We talked about a lot of things; mostly about she had a lot of regrets in raising me how she did and it was the most lucidity she's ever had, that i've ever seen her have in all of my 16 years alive. Her impulses and her stunted mentality are still present but she seems better. I lost faith slowly in my mother since I could remember; she pushed me away, neglected me and I always felt alone in her home during the weeks. I lost all faith in my mother when I was 7, I held such incredible disdain that I still sometimes feel today.

My mother was never a "mother". For years, I was blamed for her messes, her problems and she always found ways to shit talk me to her friends. She abandoned me regularly for random men and even treated me as if I were coemption for the romantic/sexual affections of her adult lovers when I was 9 years old and had begun puberty. I nearly broke my arm once and had laughed at me while taking photos, she did the same when I'd fallen off my bike after she didn't allow me to wear the proper gear my dad bought me.

My mother never cleaned, meaning our house was a mess, our dishes weren't clean and she refused to clean them so I could eat, I ended up doing it myself or trying to learn to live with it. My mom would also waste money; she wouldn't by groceries or anything we actually needed. Instead she spent all our money on clothing and other expensive fashion things. There's a lot of other things too.

I held this disdain since age 7, I bottled everything up until 4 years later, at age 11 and on Christmas, my parents got into a huge argument and I decided I didn't want to go back and forth anymore, I wanted to live full time with my Dad. My dad left and told me to call him if he needed to pick me up. When I tried calling him, my Mom took my phone, threatening me not to leave but I left anyway, taking my phone back and abandoning her.

Now that time is passed and she seems better, I can't allow myself to forgive and forget these things, even now that she's on proper medication, I find it hard to trust her, I don't think I ever will.

I don't think I even love her at all, she's not my mother by anything but blood which makes it hard to write motherly characters like Connie Rogers.

I wish I knew what it was like to have a mother but I don't, I'll have to settle for writing a mother thats better than mine

[leftovercheesecake]

I'm addicted to mha actor headcanons so here we go

overhaul knew eri beforehand - the two had worked together before and she was very happy to see him again

sasaki (nighteye) is a lot nicer than his character. he's very nice to newer actors and has a great sense of humour

during the scene where mirio appears in the wall near deku, sasaki couldn't stop laughing and eventually he was asked to leave until they finished filming it, causing everyone else to laugh

tamaki is surprisingly extroverted in real life. he doesn't go out of his way to talk to people but he doesnt mind sending back an order, yk?

jirou and kaminari knew each other from school before the show and became really good friends after the first season

kaminari is scarily smart

momo had a crush on jirou when they first met, but over time it went away

mr compress and twice are terrible with spoilers so they blank out any lines that aren't theirs on their scripts. dabi and toga find this hilarious

kurogiri and shirakumo are played by two different people, and kurogiri has a stunt double. the three of them are very good friends

working with nezu, hagakure and the like is incredibly awkward. Not because they're bad actors, but because it's just a person in a green screen

iida and mei are very close off camera and they hang out a lot, both of them bullying the other's characters

mina has a tiktok series where she bullies the cast when they mess up a line

shigaraki taught deku a lot of what he knows about acting and theatre, and shiggy was always someone he looked up to

hizashi finds his character absolutely hilarious. he often gets embarrassed about the things he says but he still finds it funny

often times you can see tokoyami, komori, and kuroiro making tikoks in the background, though it's only noticeable if you're looking for it

monoma always feels bad about insulting people from 1a and always apologises afterwards

shinsou constantly forgets his lines

one time aoyama was dared to just stare into the camera so he did it and then he kept doing it for laughs and now it's just a habit

it takes ages for aizawa to do a take he likes

endeavour is a really nice guy, but is just that good of an actor that everyone thinks he's mean off camera

hawks used to be a stunt double, so he prefers to do most of his stunts himself

sasaki is very active on social media and defends everyone when they get hate

stain is an absolute dumbass most of the time, and in the scene were he threatens shigaraki he whispered "are we about to kiss?". that also had sasaki howling

eri was very shy at the beginning, and she made most of her friends through the show and came out of her shell a lot

todoroki is very hard to recognise in real life because he doesn't look ANYTHING like his character

natsuo, shoto, enji, rei, fuyumi and touya hang out together in public and send the fans mad

one time, hizashi logged into his account on one of the computers in the ua staff room and started playing minecraft and didn't realise they were recording. nobody noticed until he brought it up in an interview

bakugo is very chill. he often takes members of the cast out for food or drinks (not everyone at once - lord knows)

rei did have to go to the psych ward when she was younger, and was very glad that people in there weren't portrayed offensively

mina loves working on mha, but she hates having to cover herself in bright pink body paint

nejire was a minecraft and genshin streamer and jokingly auditioned. she found out she got the part while streaming. however, she was not allowed to say, because it had a chance of spoiling part of season 3 and 4

nemuri and mitsuki are the moms of the set, and always make sure everyone eats. inko, however, just jokes around with the others and goofs off when she's not in the scene

bakugo calls mitsuki his twitter mom, because she always defends him on social media

eri and kota go to school together, and the kids in the provisional license exam (the second one with camie, bakugo and todoroki) are their classmates

when eri grows older, she's still known as "eri from my hero academia"

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

[honghunni]

"I'm going to fucking ruin you today."

San x Bottom male reader

Non Idol oneshot

NSFW SMUT

2794 words

Contains: Slight Impact play | Bondage | Breath play | Unprotected sex | Public sexual activity | Orgasm denial | Dominance and Submission | Wax Play | Hair Pulling | scratching | Light Blood Play |

You woke up to the sound of the front door closing and your boyfriend, San, shuffling around the house. You rolled over and saw the time. 9:30 am. You heard his small giggles get louder as he approached the bedroom. San walked into the room with a box and a boxcutter. "San what are you doing?" You mumbled half awake. He sat at the end of the bed facing away from you and started opening the box, continuing to snicker to himself. Once he opened the box and started playing with what was inside his playful giggling became slightly maniacal. "I was worried this wasn't going to arrive on time."

You sat up and crawled towards San wrapping your arms around his shoulders, still not quite completely awake yet. Your drowsiness subsided a bit when you realised he was holding a small, purple, insertable vibrator.

You pointed at it.

"We have enough of those why did you get another one."

San removed your hands from his shoulders and gently pushed you onto the bed. "This one is different." He began explaining while sitting on top of you. "This one has a wireless remote..... I can control it from anywhere."

"Is there any reason why you wanted this to arrive today?" You asked. "We have a double date lunch with Wooyoung and Seonghwa today." He paused briefly to kiss you. "And I want to see how long you can last before you start begging." He said in an extremely patronizing tone. He jumped up and went to the shower. You didn't know how to react to what just happened. You did all the stuff you typically do while San is showering. As usual, you were ready to shower right when he was finished, he thinks it's a coincidence but you actually timed it because you like seeing him right after he showers.

"Tell me when you're done showering and keep the door unlocked." He said while walking past you back into the bedroom. You did as he said and unsurprisingly, he walked in with the vibrator and a small bottle of lube. He put them both on the bench "Come here." He said while aggressively pulling you toward him. He held you close and kissed you. Without warning, he suddenly slipped one of his fingers into you, it wasn't painful since he had a small amount of lube on his finger but it was slightly uncomfortable since you weren't expecting it. You reflexively moved because of it.

San held you tighter trying to stop you from wriggling. "Stop squirming." He chided. He fingered you slowly and with his other hand, he gently stroked your hair. "I've been a bit bored lately, " He explained. "You've been busy and we haven't had much time to do something fun." He slid his fingers in deeper causing you to gasp a little. He looked at you. "There?" He asked. You nodded and he smiled. Once he thought it was time he picked up the vibrator. "Look at me," San demanded. He slowly inserted the vibrator inside of you, you owned a few vibrators but you could really feel this one because of the way it's curved. It wasn't even turned on yet.

San turned it on and your knees buckled slightly, it caused you to break eye contact with him. San forcefully grabbed your face and pulled your head up.

"Look. At. Me." He growled and then smiled. "This is only the mid setting." He laughed. "I am going to fucking ruin you today."

He grabbed your hand. "Don't forget this is the non-verbal safe word." He said while drawing a circle and then an X on your palm with his finger.

He turned it off but not before briefly turning it to the highest setting just to fuck with you. He put the remote in his pocket.

You took a moment to both recover and mentally prepare for what San was going to do to you. You continued to get ready for the day.

You and San both arrived at a small strip mall cafe and sat down at a table. You weren't waiting long before you heard Wooyoung's distinctive shrilly chatting down the street. "Hiiii San," Wooyoung said loudly. "Hi y/n." Seonghwa leaned down to San and spoke in a hushed tone. "I will be back in a minute he hasn't shut up the whole way here and I need a break from him."

Wooyoung sat down and scanned the menu that was taped to the table.

"How have you been," San asked him. "I've been well for the most part," He replied while tapping his feet. "Seonghwa hasn't been home much recently though."

"Oh, why is that?" You interjected.

Wooyoung draped over the table. "He says he has to work overtime."

"Woo get up please we can't see the menu," San said.

"Sorry." He sat back up. While choosing what you wanted to eat you felt San gently hold your hand and saw him put his other hand in his pocket and then shortly after you felt the vibrator turn on which caused you to grip his hand, he gripped back. Seonghwa returned.

"I'll go in and order just tell me what you want. I come here a lot with my coworkers so I have the menu memorised." Said Seonghwa.

Wooyoung and San both told Seonghwa what they wanted and then it was your turn. As soon as you started telling him what you wanted, San turned the vibrator up a bit higher, making it slightly difficult to get your words out. After you told him what you wanted, he looked over to San skeptically and went inside to order. San turned the vibrator back down, though this made it easier to talk and function you also wanted him to turn it up again.

Seonghwa came back with some drinks, sat down and placed a small black object on the table. "They will be 5 minutes." He announced.

"What is that for?" You pointed at the black square on the table that Seonghwa brought with him from inside. "That's a coaster pager it vibrates and beeps when our food is ready." He explained.

"Ah, that's kinda c-..." You couldn't finish your sentence since San had suddenly turned the vibrator up quite high. "Are you okay?" Wooyoung asked concerned.

Seonghwa appeared to be quietly giggling to himself.

You tried your best to engage in conversation with everyone without making it obvious what San was doing to you. The small pager on the table went off and the moment it did San turned the vibe up very high. He had timed it so that it would mask the sound. All you could do it lay your head on the table and focus on not moaning. "Sit up, Seonghwa won't be able to put the food on the table otherwise."

You pulled yourself off the table and San quickly whispered in your ear.

"You're not allowed to cum if you do I'll make sure you can't walk for a week."

Seonghwa placed the food you all ordered on the table and Wooyoung immediately started eating. He placed his arm around Wooyoung's shoulder and also started eating while talking about.......what are we talking about? All you can think about is your boyfriend and trying not to cum. "Are you going to eat?" You heard Seonghwa ask you. Your brain started somewhat functioning again. "Yeah I- I was just distracted by something."

Seonghwa smiled to himself. "Yeah, I know you are." He looked directly at San. "Text me where you got it from." You choked on your food, realising that he knew exactly what was going on. "Get what from? Is he okay? What is going on?" Wooyoung questioned. "Don't worry about it, just don't blame me for what's going to happen to you in about 2 weeks." San giggled. Wooyoung was still very confused. You began trying to eat your food when suddenly San placed his hand on your thigh, you realised then how much your leg was shaking. He pressed down a squeezed your leg trying to stop you from shaking so much.

You continued chatting and eating and reached for your drink.

San turned up the vibrator to the highest setting causing you to spill the drink on yourself, you didn't have time to react to that however as you realised you had failed to stop yourself from cumming. At least the water all over your pants hid any evidence. You grabbed San's hand and drew a circle and an X on his palm with your finger, signalling for him to stop. He turned it off. Wooyoung went to help you but Seonghwa stopped him. He and San both looked at each other. "I assume you're leaving early." Laughed Seonghwa. San helped you up. "Yeah." San moved your plate toward Wooyoung. "You can eat the rest." Wooyoung leaned back in his chair. "I'm so lost...." He said.

You and San both left and walked into a single stall bathroom together. "Did you cum?" He asked while helping you clean up. "Yes." You answered. "Pathetic." He jeered. You removed the vibrator and put it in your pocket before leaving.

You got home and San threw you on the bed wasting absolutely no time and attacking you with kisses. You felt him grinding against you.  You kind of found it cute how easily and quickly he got hard. He stopped and walked over to a box where you kept all your toys and laid out everything he was going to use and then took off his shirt.

He positioned himself on top of you, grabbed your hands and placed them on his chest. "This is the only chance you get to touch me before I tie you up." You dragged your hands down his body and then sat up and pulled him towards you. He hugged you. You took the opportunity to mess with him a little bit, after all he put you through today (and what he was about to put you through) you wanted a bit of revenge.

There was one place that made San weak. You licked up from the base of his neck to his ear and his nails dug into your back. He let out a small moan. You bit down gently on his ear and you felt his entire body relax. "Fuck you." You heard him say quietly and slightly angrily. He pushed you down and firmly held down your wrists. He abruptly grabbed your neck and squeezed hard. "You didn't think you would actually get away with that, did you? Especially not after you're already in trouble for cumming without permission." He kissed you deeply which only made it harder to breathe. He stopped choking you and started kissing your neck while unbuttoning your shirt.

He took a ribbon and tied your hands together and then tied the rest of the ribbon to the bed. He began kissing down your body, biting occasionally. He took a red candle. "I think this is the one that burns the most." He said while lighting it. San held the candle over you and you watched the wax slowly melt, when it hit your skin the pain was sharp and sudden, the wax cooled quite quickly so the burning didn't last long, however, there was a lasting subtle feeling of heat and sensitivity. You flinched each time it dripped onto you which San clearly enjoyed. Eventually, he had covered most of your torso with hot wax.

San then held the candle over his neck and let it drip onto his skin, he winced but evidently liked the feeling of it. He let it drip a few more times before blowing the candle out. He peeled the pieces of wax off of you as well as the few drips on his neck revealing small red burn marks. He took the time to kiss the burn marks which was slightly painful. San took off your pants as well as his and flipped you over, he hit and aggressively grabbed your ass. "I saw this recently so I'm going to see if it has the same effect on you." You looked back at him. "What is it?" You asked. San lubed up a very small corded bullet vibrator and inserted it as far into you as he could.

He then slowly eased himself into you,

you had never had someone fuck you with a vibrator inside you at the same time. San held your head down. "I'm only going slow right now because I feel generous." He said. Because of the vibrator it felt like he was going much deeper than he actually was. He smacked the back of your thigh hard which made you yelp.

"Does that hurt?" San asked.

"Yes." You answered.

"Good." He said while hitting you again. He pulled your hair, forcing your head back.

You could feel his other hand tightly gripping your waist, you could feel him pull your hair harder after every few thrusts. He let go of your hair and pulled out to remove the vibrator. "I can't be too rough with the vibrator or it might get lost," San said while turning you over again to lay on your back. He untied the ribbon that was restraining you giving you a short break before changing to 2 ropes. He tied your wrists to opposite sides of the bed having your arms effectively stuck to the mattress. San leaned over you and cupped your face with his hands.

"You're so cute." He said gently while sliding his hands down your face and neck. When his fingers reached your chest he dragged his nails down your torso, his nails caught on the burn marks from the candle and it felt as if he was dripping wax on you again. You inhaled sharply because of the pain and as you did San suddenly slammed into you. He grabbed your leg and put it over his shoulder which helped him get a better angle. He placed his hand on your neck tightly. You could hear his breath begin to become shakey, he put more of his weight onto your neck.

"You're not allowed to cum you have already cum once today." He let go of your neck and put two of his fingers in your mouth, impulsively you bit down a little. San pushed down forcing your mouth open.

"No biting." You had to grip the bed because of how rough he was being with you, even though you were tied down it felt as if you didn't hold on you would fall off. He suddenly stopped. "You're bleeding, should we stop?" You realised the rope had rubbed and cut into your wrists as well as bleeding from San going a bit too hard. You looked up at San.

"I don't think it's an issue." You said.

He untied you and lifted your wrist up to his mouth. Still fucking you, but less aggressively, he licked the small amount of blood off you. He immediately leaned in and kissed you, going back to the fast pace he was going at earlier.

The taste was metallic. He tangled one of his hands into your hair, his other arm around your waist. You could feel his sweat dripping onto you, the heat from his body slightly re agitated the burn marks. San pulled his face away from yours and buried his face in your neck, his grip tightened and you could feel his body shudder.

You put your arms around him and he stopped and you felt him relax, practically melting into you.

"Did you-" before you could finish your sentence San interrupted.

"We've had sex how many times and you still can't tell when I've cum?" He said breathlessly. He jumped up. "I should have known you would bleed I should have used a towel. Does it hurt?"

You shook your head. "Nothing really hurts more than usual."

San went and got a towel and a few other things to take care of you. After you had both cleaned everything and put on clothes San sat on top of as he often likes to do. He gently lifted your shirt.

"What now? Are you still not satisfied?"

"I'm not doing anything like that," San replied.

He placed his thumb on a part of your stomach and you felt a sort of cold sensation.

"I'm treating your burn marks." He attentively treated every small little wax burn on your body, you slowly started to drift off to sleep due to how exhausted he had made you. Before you fell complete asleep you felt San lean into you close to your ear. He whispered.

"I love you."

[aquamoonchaii]

•• genre: fluff, angst

•• warning: mentions of alcohol

•• pairing: xiaojun x fem! reader

•• wc: 1.4k

•• collab: Resonance Beach by @amorajae

•• charlie's notes: enjoy this cheesy piece <3

•• summary: you two choose the worst time to argue and separate each other for a while so xiaojun is now a party pooper and he is a sappy drunk asshole. did he even understand what you said that night?

“He is the luckiest asshole in the whole resort.”

“Not as lucky as me, remember I won the tickets to get here in the first place.” YangYang brags and a couple of mocking “thank you sir” echo the room.

“But really, who the fuck brings this alcoholic to his room?” Hendery questions and the man in question scoffs, sitting up just to find all the idiots gathered around him.

"Are you really talking about me….around me?" SiCheng, without a word, grabs his face like searching for something then proceeds to grab his hands and puts them up as he is shirtless. "He is complete, no organs removed or bruises. This guy right here is indeed lucky." Xiaojun furrows his eyebrows as SiCheng gives him a slap on the back, stands up and leaves as everyone follows him talking about what they should have for breakfast but the only rational one stays.

Kun rolls his eyes at his hungover friend when handing him a glass of water with pills he got there. "You know this resort masters at wild parties and strong liquor so why are you drinking so much? The blackout thing and being lightheaded are not sexy nor a good combination."

"I'm a grown man, it's fine."

" I know, that's why no one follows you."

"Don't lie, I heard the bartender calling you."

"...maybe. But that's not the point, how do you even get here?" XiaoJun groans because it's too early for this and he is hungry, thinking how he wants to go home and be at peace. "Whatever, just don't die DeJun. Do you have any news?"

He lowers his head and shakes it, no one really mentions it as they promised to shut up about it hoping he shuts up and enjoy.

Xiaojun indeed has been quiet but drinks one beer and he is sobbing about Y/N once again. Goddamnit. It's been a week of him drowning in his tears and three days of him drowning in alcohol, his friend is really heartbroken and he secretly wonders if this type of codependency is actually good for him.

Kun bites his hand to not call you and ask what happened because XiaoJun won't talk about the whole stuff. You two were basically glued to each other since you started dating and it was a bit awkward but XiaoJun looked happier and you were really nice to everyone.

He wonders if his probably now single friend is going to be alright. For now, he just listens to him talk for a bit and forces him to swallow a lot of healthy snacks so his liver doesn't collapse.

……….

It's been two long days at the resort and everyone is having fun except XiaoJun. He has been basically brought here as another suitcase anyways, one night he has been slurring words about Y/N and how the guys would have to kill him to make him accept the invitation to the resort and the next day he woke up at lunch time with a huge hangover at a king sized bed... at the Resort.

Fuck them all.

Until Kun made some sense because well, they didn't do it to mess with him. Actually, yes but also because XiaoJun was one of the most excited when Yangyang played a stupid lottery and won tickets to a luxury resort for a week. He helped Kun to organize everything for the other chaotic asshats, it was gonna be an unforgettable summer vacation.

Yangyang and the guys approved Y/N so they invited her but no one asked anything, maybe it was because he arrived late at the dorms looking like garbage after meeting you. He remembers reaching them and opening his hand to show them both of your rings, how embarrassing but at least that stopped the questions.

After Kun leaves, he slurs a thank you because he knows he is making this trip a nightmare for him. But a question keeps running through his head, does he actually reach his own dorm by himself?

DeJun can't even stand on his feet when frick an he acts wild almost screaming what he feels because the alcohol softs his vocal chords and makes him rant about his feelings he prefers no to talk about sober.

He doesn't stand up but leans to the little table at his left to search for his wallet and grab a lot of cash, he'll search the person and tip him extra because it's probably one of the service people that looks the worst side of him.

Let's give us some time. It would be good for both of us, DeJun.

Honestly, fuck you.

How is this good?

It was a silly argument that turned into something big as stress and miscommunication clashed, you both hurt each other with harsh words and stormed out in opposite directions. The next day he met you to talk things out and you forgave each other but it had turned awfully when you returned the promise ring to him.

You are not coming back, he can feel it.

Honestly, he wants to run to you and do something for you to get him back. But what if you end things right away? You said something about giving him a week to enjoy himself as the most repetitive thing of him at the argument was you being everywhere and he couldn't breathe.

He sighs, how stupid of him.

Basically, DeJun is the clingy one so that didn't make sense. He was the one expecting for you to come and cuddle him as you bicker with Yangyang as he tried to roast him, you caressing his hair as he played the guitar and sing for you, the little kisses on his cheek when he felts sad, how you didn't leave his hand even when you were paying for the snacks. He loved it, he was the one to search for your hand so you can hold him a bit more.

If you are taking your revenge now, it's working and he wishes once again being at the dorm so the wondering and the waiting eats him alive.

You are not coming back but he is hoping you do somehow.

…….

"DeJun! Are you drunk?" He shakes his head as he arrives at the fun stuff to do, maybe doing something would make him stop thinking about you for a bit. Everyone pats their back as he probably looks like crap and make him go to beach and learn surf.

...it doesn't work but he feels less miserable at least.

No headaches are cool too as night arrives and they are invited to a party. SiCheng bet him 100 dollars he couldn't pass the night without a single shot and he raises an eyebrow.

"I'll be the one who takes you to the dorm, I won't clean anything tho."

"Deal."

The variety of cocktails makes everyone drunk as hell and XiaoJun actually has fun watching Kun dancing on the table as everyone cheers for him. Hendery breaks empty glasses as he tries to do a house of cards with them, he is the one in charge of apologies tonight. SiCheng literally passes out on his lap and he can't move.

Luckily, the staff helps him and takes each asshat to their room and he gets the chance to ask who is the person who takes him to his own room.

"No staff was needed, sir. A lady came the first night and handed me her number so I could call her when you were passed out."

"Uh, what?"

"We allowed it as he addressed herself as your girlfriend. The friend who slept over you confirmed to us she made you arrive safely."

WHAT.

"Can you call her please?"

And there you are coming hurriedly from another side of the resort, waving at the bartender. "Where is he?"

He lifts his hand and nervously waves, you approach him awkwardly and waved too. "So you caught me."

"Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well, you weren't in conditions for it."

"And what's the best condition?" He doesn't know how to feel, but being embarrassed is the first thing that gets the best of him as you saw it all.

"Maybe sober?" You shrugged your shoulders and sat down in front of him, his cheeks heated because he remembers talking to someone about how sorry he feels for the woman he loves. "You really don't know how to listen to me, huh?" He looks at you utterly confused but his heart flutters when you extend your hand to him. DeJun carefully grabs yours and lets out a shaky sigh like he has been holding his breath since you left.

"Y/N…"

"There's no need to explain further, I heard it all with hiccups and everything." You chuckle and caress his hand. "It was too extreme for me to return the ring, I'm so sorry for that. But I really thought a week alone would make us think if this relationship was going well and… I felt awful. I literally made you cookies twice and kept forgetting we were on a break. I am not sure how to ask this but, how did your week go?"

"I literally can't see because of how swollen my eyes are. Never do this again please I'm so annoyed I'm going to cry again."

"I won't I promise, I also can't see." You laugh and he looks at you, your sweet eyes lighten up as he stands up and kisses them both over the table as he mutters apologies again.

"Can you keep it as a secret what I did hen drunk?"

"You screamed my name but I loved it." XiaoJun groans and covers his ears as you laugh, he searches his pocket and give shou the ring.

He is never going to drink again but he makes you write on a napkin a promise to wear the ring everywhere.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

Their Doll 11

Silent scream

B.Barnes x Stark!Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader

series synopsis:  y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing

Chapter Summary: y/n gets shut up

Warnings: mentions of violence, swearing

A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)

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"Fuck you." I snapped, mustering all the saliva I could before spitting it at his face. He flinched back when it splattered over his cheek, his fingers swiping through the spittle before he was shaking it from them and standing back to his full height.

"It appears this one is never going to cooperate. If she won't give us information, why let our experimentations on her possibly...benefit the girl the the future?" The general spoke menacingly to the guards behind me. "How about way find a way to shut her up?"

My heat thudded so hard in my chest it was like someone was punching me from the inside, all air knocked from my lungs before I was being hoisted up to my feet again with two rough grips on my upper arms. My chest heaving, I coughed a ragged breath before composing myself. The glint of the silver blade in the corner of my vision sent my eyes bugging out of my skull and my mind into a flat panic.

So, I did what any rational person with my capabilities would do. I began to hum the deep melody - one a seldom sung - and a smirk crawled its way onto my now curved lips. Clearly, the general was prepared, but the two guards behind we weren't so lucky.

A desperate cry pierced my tune, harmonising with my voice as I heard the havoc I was causing. This was the first time I'd enjoyed a kill, the very first time I'd wanted to use my powers for such a horrific reason. I'd only ever used this part of my power a few times, but this was the only time I'd been fully lucid whilst doing so.

Some people want nothing more than to blow their enemies' brains out, and trust me when I tell you; It felt good.

However, luck was never on my side, and the General had come full prepared. He wasn't even affected, it must've been something to do with the funny earpiece he was wearing.

As my eyes met his, the General's face held non of the cocky, smug tones that I'd expect. No, the only word I could use to describe his old and crinkled features was pure ire, and it was directed at me.

"You conniving, vile little bitch!" He snarled, the flash of silver weeding a sense of utter and complete dread, tangled with fear inside of me, uprooting my confidence. I don't remember a lot after that, to tell you the truth. I know the blade sliced along my throat. I know everything was rained black. And that's about it.

...

Awakening with a gasp was the last thing I expected to happen. The sight of the blade risen in front of the general burned into my mind, almost as if it'd been scorned against my flesh. But here I was: awake, gasping for breath, completely surrounded by doctors I'd never seen before.

My hand instantly flew to my neck, a stinging sensation pulsing from the delicate skin. I hissed as my sweaty palm made contact with the bandage, the material corse and scratchy against my skin. As a doctor waddled over to me, needle in hand, I flailed desperately, a silent scream ripping from my throat.

Hang on a second-

Silent scream? I tried again, the shrill noise that should be tearing from me simply vanishing as it hit my throat. My eyes widened with the realisation, my bottom lip wobbling as I suddenly pieces together what had happened.

He said he'd have to shut me up, didn't he? The thought made me want to scream loudly, that the blade had touched my skin and left me with no defence.

They took away the hell they'd reigned upon me, something I'd wished I could be rid of for years, and now I was disappointed. Maybe this was their plan all along, that little voice in my head sang. The tears pricked at my eyes, which rolled back lazily as the scratch of the needle poked at my neck.

...

My calloused fingers ran over the cut tirelessly, trying to itch somewhere that I could never seem to find. I don't know how long I was sedated for, but since waking up the bleeding had stopped and there was now an offensive red line that slid horizontally across my neck.

Every time I touched it, it coaxed a wince from me, and yet that's all I seemed to do. It was like poking a bruise, I guess. The more it hurts the more you want to do it.

They'd returned me to my cell, clearly very little need for restraints against my weakened, starved and dehydrated body. I could see the flesh thinning on my arms, my ribs pressing painfully against my skin. Not only could I see the hunger, but I could feel it.

Manifesting, biting, gnawing hunger. The type that are you from inside out, devouring everything of you until the only thing you could think about was eating. Huh, I guess I was already at that stage then.

My eyes remained locked in place, glossy with the endless tears as I stared at the floor. If I really looked hard enough, the still wet blood smeared over the floors of the hallway resembled something close to strawberry jam. The thoughts of the sickly sweat substance spread over a perfectly toasted piece of bread, accompanied with a big glass of fresh orange juice and washed down by a large coffee made my mouth water. The booming rumble in my stomach made the groan, even more drawn out than expected when I remembered all I'd get to eat today: a small bread roll and a tiny glass of water.

Sadly, the sink in my cell did not contain drinking water. The liquid was so discoloured that I purposely avoided washing me hands, preferring to possible have my own germs coating my hands than whatever they were giving me. I'm not kicking you about, I genuinely think the water was filtered through a clump of fucking horse shit, mixed with fish guts and complimented with a hint of rotting fruit. If I could help it, I'd be dodging that water like the plague (if it didn't contain one already) for the rest of my life.

I'm not really sure why, but my head snapped up in surprise why the door sprang open, a single guard entering.

"The general requires your presence." He deadpanned, eyes cold as eyes and sharp as a knife as they stabbed through me. I wanted to fight back, stay glued to the spot and snap back some snarky remark, but in my current condition I almost couldn't bring myself to care where I was about to be taken, or why for that matter.

I stood without a word, silently following the man until we reached an unfamiliar metal door. I found it almost laughable, really, that they'd reduced my strength so much, that no one even considered putting me any sort of restraints anymore.

The door was pushed open with a child-like whine emitting from its rusty hinges, the metal scraping over the concrete floor painfully. The guard simply grabbed my arm before tugging me into the room, letting the door shut behind his with a hollow thunk.

"Ah, she has arrived!" The general's voice exclaimed, a deviant smile spreading over his thin lips. "And just in time to meet Mr Pierce, too." He said menacingly.

I felt embarrassed, exposed, stood before the room of men. My hair was a mess, tears streaking my reddened face, eyes puffy from crying and the only clothes a wore was a now-battered hospital gown. My eyes darted around nervously, trying to avoid the blonde man sat before me, chin resting in his palm as he surveyed me.

"Why is this one...important?" The man asked, eyeing me up and down before his eyes seemed to fixate on my neck. The scar.

"This," the general spoke, but Mr Pierce kept his eyes on me, "is Miss y/n Stark." Mr Pierce's eyes widened ever so slightly, but it was barely noticeable.

"As in Tony Stark?" Pierce pondered.

"The very same." The general smirked.

"She seems awfully...quiet, for a Stark." Pierce said with almost a hint of disgust, eyes still glued to my shaking frame.

"That's because we shut her up." The general snapped, awfully harshly.

"Is that the scar? How fresh is it?" Pierce jabbed his questions, curiosity clearly becoming him in the moment.

"Indeed. Our doctors here are very good, Sir. They had her all patched up and out of bandages in just three days." The general bragged, shoulders back and head held high as if he was posing for a portrait.

"I see." Pierce mused, brows furrowed in thought. "What do you plan to do with her? Now that she can't tell you anything?"

"Oh, trust me, sir. She wasn't giving anything up either way," he paused, striding over to me and yanking my head back with a fistful of hair, my back mow  pressed to his chest and his mouth at my ear, "isn't that right, sweetheart?"he clarified, and I didn't hesitate to nod my head as much as his grip would allow.

"So why isn't she dead?" Pierce gritted, seemingly annoyed. "It's not like Tony's attached to her, he never looked for her and I've never even heard him mention her."

"But then they'll keep coming. I don't want the avengers on my back, and I'm sure you don't either." Pierce hummed in agreement. "She's with them - her and that Captain America guy arrived together - so why not use her to send a message?" The general suggested.

...

That's how I found myself tied up, wrists bound and gun to my head as I sat shakily in a chair in the middle of the quinjet. I had no clue how long I'd been since that day, but I do know that I had been sedated once again. The flimsy hospital gown allowed a shiver to chill me, skin  forming goosebumps as I sat before the open door or the quinjet.

"You will tell them exactly as I just did. Got it?" The general pressed, pushing the gun into my head hard enough to make by head throb. Tears biting at my eyes, I nodded furiously, now determined to live with the promise of being free again. "Good. Soldat, make sure she gets back to New York without being seen, I'd hate to have to spill more blood than we intended." The general demanded, a figure rustling its way out of the shadows at the edge of the room. A gasp tore from my throat at the sight of him - clad in black leather and arm as silver as the moon. The soldier - my soldier.

But he simple stared through me, eyes blank and clouded in a coldness I'd never had directed at me from him before.

"And make sure you don't fail this time, soldat." The general snapped. The soldier nodded solemnly, the echoing of boots thudding filling both their ears as the general walked off the ship.

[moonlitberrry]

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➀ ᴀ/ɴ: based from what wonho wore last halloween i'll be following in pursuit of this school themed au where he's a football player and you're his best friend off the same year and i won't disclose that you're a nerd in this but be whoever you want. kinda christmas theme actually

➁ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: football player! lee hoseok/wonho x reader

➂ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff, school au

➃ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: none

once the football team opened vacant spots for new comers that's where wonho popped in

he trained a whole lot for this to join the football team and that include:

working out and staying fit

he plays as their new tight end offensive line

you wouldn't worry much about his well-being since he never skips meals or anything just like a couple of people who would prefer protein bars and drinks instead of other food

he uses that but also eats

he healthy boy

always attends practices and would never skip a single one unless there's an emergency

have grown popular in the football team quickly after one game

he was really nervous in playing in their first game like,

he can't focus and kept jumping like a lil bunny all around, trying to convince himself

"i can do this, i can do this."

"of course you can, hoseok!"

he felt so relieved that you’re always there with him. you’ve always been there with him ever since childhood

the both of you are friends since grade school and have always hanged out in each other’s homes. whenever wonho’s parents were out he always stay in around yours

as usual some people and a few of your friends thought that the both of you were a couple because of how close you are with him

you refused 

you weren’t in a denial but you just saw him as one of your family members, like a brother and everyone respected that

no one from your classes ever decided to push you about your relationship with wonho and you were glad they stopped because it gets annoying when they do

so, you’re comforting wonho and his anxiousness over playing in the field

at first you’re not allowed inside the locker room of the football players until a few of wonho’s teammates, the captain, let you in

you almost resulted to kicking one of them until they let you in but decided against detention than anything else

wonho would flip and ask you how you end up there

once you were by wonho’s side you comforted him and pat his back, telling him you’ll be cheering him on 

he keeps asking questions regarding his worries

“what if i mess up?”

“this is my first game, omg omg. this is my first!”

“oh hoseok, you won’t mess up. you’ve been practicing this all week. kill that game!”

because of your encouragements, it made him more pumped up into playing on the field

his teammates found it impossible to bring his mood up, but somehow you’re able to cheer him up for every crisis he receives

from that day on, wonho’s teammates allow you inside the locker room every time wonho becomes nervous 

ever since wonho’s first game his popularity grew

he became busy over the following years that the both of you hardly even talked to each other

you proposed on talking every night but he’s always tired after practice or hanging out with the guys

he promises to hang out with you, which resulted to movie nights every month 

the both of you scheduled on every friday night of the week but wonho kept canceling your plans with him

he’s very guilty about it

he wants to spend time with you everyday like before, but the both of you grew busy over your academics and school curricular activities 

expect random texts from your boi

to: [ your caller I.D ]

from: hoho

hey! have a great day, don't forget to eat your breakfast. i got you a pancake bunny :D see you then!

when you got downstairs you found oddly shaped pancakes but it cutely formed into a bunny

with whip cream as the tail

because he's whipped for you, get it? :'D ahAHa i need to stop laughing at my own jokes

a cute lil bunny just like him

you never cared how different it looked like, it honestly looks unique and cute making you snap a photo of it and save it for keep sakes

almost everyday whenever he had the time he would always leave little small texts to you which you happily see at any given time of the day

and you text him back the same kind of affection and his heart goes CRAZY

you don't know that yet because the both of you hardly see each other but when he looks at you he has heart eyes

that whipped that you aren't aware of but anyway

you wish you could see him in person somehow

i mean, you do see him in school but he's usually busy with practice so you weren't sure

he also found a new group of friends recently that are not much of your status level

they all seem nice but you're not exactly sure on how to talk to wonho's new friends

somehow you find his name being off and across the campus of how a lot of people thought he was cool and how much a couple of them had a crush on him too

you aren't lying, you also find wonho that way

except for the crush

there is no way you would be crushing on your best friend, that would be awkward to handle

but you did

and you didn't know how to handle it

but one night

FINALLY

you get to hang out with him again after so long and it made the both of you relieved

thanking it all to your holidays break! (happy holidays! :D)

wonho made you pick out the movie for the both of you to watch while he chose the food

ever since then

he NEVER changed

well except for the fact of being really obvious of how much he likes you

would sometimes consult a couple of his friends on how to talk to you about it

and or ask you out

because

i mean he has asked someone out before and you were aware of it until he broke up with them around some year ago

so yes, boi is nervous

what else didn't change from him?

oh yeah, ramen

expect two bowls of ramen that he prepared for the both of you to have

"i. really. love. ramen. owki?"

"aww, more than you love me? ;("

"... but i do love you."

you laughed it off and decided to eat but he was serious though

it made you stop and stare at him like,

wait wait wait

you love who?

"i love you, (y/n)... i really do."

ok so you actually thought he liked someone else and not you

he has a bunch of admirers recently that you can't count how much because THEY'RE A LOT

and wonho is hot so

oh wow look im rhyming

you can't blame them for it but i guess you stole his bunny heart already

for a very long time really

"i actually thought you liked someone else."

"you might think that way but you never failed to cross my mind ever since we were busy. i like talking to you and ever since we were separated like that it made me miss you a whole lot, you know?"

and here you are, gradually melting

honestly, the both of you don't know what to do next but one of you should speak

"i'm so thankful to have this time with you again. so, will you spend it now with your best friend?"

"oh hoseok, not best friend."

"iM nOt yOur fRienD aNymOre??? D:"

"no, but my boyfriend, silly"

"oHhhhh"

this made you laugh at how cute he is

"well in that case ;)"

of course, made the move to kiss you first right on your break with him

had the need to initiate it right when the both of you confessed

"time to watch some sweet holidays flicks to start the day with my favorite person"

"oh, absolutely"

that's not your last kiss though

kisses you a lot lot ever since then

also made a make shift headband where a mistletoe hung

only wears it when the both of you are alone and he can have his sweet time of kissing you,,, under the mistletoe

he just wants your affection, owki?

he just wants all of your loveeee

but wow though, your friends cheering you both for finally getting into a relationship

they thought it was so obvious

that the both of you would like each other at some point

and you guys did ♡

so this is not over guys, i got a little more info as football player wonho aight?

you always come to his games of course and he always asks for a kiss before a game starts

its to boost up his energy and you're just,

"don't you have a lot energy already?"

"pllleeaaaassseee"

he won't stop whining about it

honestly just wants your kisses and your love

and so it became a habit of you kissing him before a game starts

when he looses you give extra affection

when he wins he will take you out somewhere or just host up a lazy date at your place

he always ask for a hug or a kiss every after practice

"babe, i'm home! now how about a-."

"i'll give you a kiss after you shower-."

always sweaty after practice, the sweat of hard work

you only give him a peck on the cheek after he's done with practice but no cuddle until he showers

you would always help him catch up whenever he misses a class or two because of practices where a big game is on

boy lacks a bit of sleep so yes

always remind him to pack extra food and water just in case

sometimes you would do it because he forgets

am i done now? yes yes i am finally done.

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Your Neighbor Sungho | Ch. 1

Photo Credits:

- left hand corner, @116page

- center, @newat_rie

Rie (sungho) x (female) reader, fluff, slice of life, semi-angsty (?)

appearances of other OnlyOneOf and Dreamcatcher members will occur

hey so I rolled a wheel on who to write a fanfic first and got rie plus picked out a prompt to write from

warnings: alcohol, getting drunk; in this fic is PG-13, some light cursing occasionally, super tiny mention of smut in description beginning and that’s all;

btw i’m pretty sarcastic, there’s sarcasm thrown here and there, hope you enjoy :D

This is my first time sharing my writing on a public platform. As a writer, I always appreciate constructive criticism. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments if you have anything to say. Thank you in advance for reading as well

Also, please DO NOT repost my work anywhere without my permission or plagiarize.

Description: your neighbor, sungho, from the day you've moved in has kept you up countless nights with their significant other. dancing, muffled long conversations, and amongst other noises you wished you could wipe from memory. one day it suddenly stops. those days become months.

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Your neighbor, Sungho, from the day you've moved in has kept you up countless nights with their significant other. Dancing, muffled long conversations, and amongst other noises you wished you could wipe from memory. One day it suddenly stops. These days become months. Now, you couldn't help but to be concerned.

Sungho isn't a bad neighbor. You recall complaining to him at some point, amidst trying to focus on a report you had to write up for work, and he apologized for the noise. Many times. He seemed embarrassed, never realizing how thin the walls were in the apartment building, and promised to keep the noise levels down. These promises would last only about a week. Their significant other was quite the complete opposite of Sungho, a loud individual. From what you were aware, the two didn't live together. His significant other would come over daily to stay or visit.

As much as they were loud, they didn't seem to like you either. Looks of disdain thrown whenever you happen to cross them in the hallway, being in the same elevator cart, or when Sungho was trying to be a good neighbor by greeting you. They would pull him away immediately, putting his attention back on them. Sometimes you thought that they were being loud on purpose, knowing that you were next door, and very well aware of the complaints. The reason why? You had no idea. The best guess you could come up with was that they saw you as a threat to their relationship. Which was ridiculous. You hardly knew the male nor could the both of you call each other friends.

Sometimes Sungho left fruits or drinks at your door with little notes of apologies for their rowdiness. And for their significant other's behavior. For the most part, you bared through it or simply did all your work within the hours at your office now and prayed that tiredness would consume you once you hit your bed, blocking out any disturbances.

So, life goes on.

One weekend, you just happened to get home from going out with your friends. It was late, past midnight. You heard arguing through the walls between Sungho and their significant other.

"You're always like this, Sungho!"

Immediately, you felt very uncomfortable entering your apartment. It wasn't something you wanted to hear or should be hearing. Not that you could help it either since you lived next door. You backed yourself outside, considering going to the balcony on the floor for a bit. Stepping back outside of your door, their argument becomes muffled.

Why couldn't the landlord just keep the damn wall consistency the same?

Suddenly, Sungho's door flies open followed by their significant other storming out. You jump up out of surprise, the noise scaring you. They're heading down the hallway, to the elevators, without looking back. Sungho appears at his door not too long after, holding it open.

"Wait-" he calls out to them, his voice faltering.

The male notices you then, staring with wide eyes at him. At that moment, you were able to get a full picture of his current position. The hurt in his eyes.

"Oh...y/n. Are you here to complain about the noise again? I'm really sorry-"

"Uh, no! No, not at all. See, I just was returning home now. Don't worry about it," you said, awkwardly blinking a few times, reaching to grab for your keys from your bag once again.

"Um, I'm heading inside now! Okay, bye!"

You immediately opened your door again, rushing, running into your living room. The door shuts behind automatically and you let out a sigh of relief. You felt bad for suddenly running away, but you weren't about to ask or give relationship advice if Sungho wasn't asking for it. Besides, what if it was only a lover's quarrel?

They'll probably make up soon. Talk about a rough night…

Then the realization set in. The apartment would be definitely quiet for at least another day. A smile rises to your face.

What a horrible thing to be happy over...after seeing your neighbor fight with their significant other. Then again, they weren't all that nice to me.

You shrugged, waving the events aside, calling it a night, enjoying the peaceful silence...only with the slight remaining, lingering tension in the air. After you showered, brushed your teeth, and changed into pajamas, you immediately laid down on your bed. Pulling the covers over, you found yourself thinking. Staring up to the ceiling of your room in the dark.

That argument sounded bad though...ugh. None of your business, y/n. Go to sleep. They'll probably be fine tomorrow…

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Define the term "fine".

The next day, as you predicted, was quiet. That you could hear a pin drop from down the hallway. You enjoyed it, a Sunday afternoon peace. It allowed you to catch up on work, eat, watch T.V, write poetry...overall without any disturbances. Sungho, your neighbor, was long forgotten from your mind.

The thing is, it goes on for the next week. You weren't worried about it at all because you were swamped with work. The next reports and presentations came with close deadlines. The silence was appreciated, allowing you to focus; you got lost in piles of work and many cups of coffee.

Worry about your neighbor only returned on the brief encounters when the both of you were heading to work in the mornings. Sungho still greeted you, but only with a brief nod and face expressionless. They would walk ahead first, not bothering to see even if you returned the greeting or not. Sometimes you heard him leaving earlier than you and now you couldn't help but to wonder what his occupation was.

The week turns into two and three. He stops greeting you at some point, or maybe he wasn't very aware of his surroundings; his whole aura was different. Sungho usually would at least do his hair before going out and dress somewhat decently. Now it was always a mess, his bangs left down to cover his eyes, matching with black attire. You saw him up close in his current condition when you were returning to the apartment building one afternoon. The male had collided into you, by accident. Turning around immediately on the impact, once you had regained your balance, you're faced with eyes that were written with sleepless nights, dark circles prominent. At least, this time, he mumbles an apology before moving on.

By the time it reaches the end of the month, your workload becomes lighter for the year, you find more time thinking about the current situation of your neighbor. You called up one of your best friends at your workplace one night. It wasn't the first time you discussed your neighbor with them.

"Yoojung, it's the end of the month. I haven't seen his significant other in awhile. As much as I enjoy the silence, I hate seeing Sungho this dead," you said, a hand gripping onto the balcony railing out of nervousness.

“Note check. You don’t even know the guy. Why exactly are you so worried?” Yoojung on the other end replies.

Your friend had a point. Why were you worried?

“Well…I don’t have an answer, actually. I don’t know why I’m worried. Can’t I just be a good neighbor?” you replied.

“It’s none of your business, y/n. Looking at reality. But if you’re so worried, go knock on his door and talk to him. Even if it’s just a hello. Didn’t he leave you fruits before? You can do that in return if you’re so curious,” Yoojung suggested, not sounding all that interested.

“Anyways, you’re coming to the group outing for dinner next week right? On Saturday? Please tell me you didn’t forget or you plan on cancelling. We hardly ever get a chance for everyone to come together again.”

“Alright, thanks so much for the advice...I guess...and keep your pants on, Yoojung. Of course I’m coming. Good night,” you scowled at him.

You hung up the phone then, not giving a chance for the other to say his goodbye. As much as he was your best friend, he could be a pain in the ass. Turning around, you exited out the balcony to return back to your apartment for the day.

So much for calling it a night.

Once you make it back, you’re greeted with Sungho at your door, hunched over, using an arm to keep his weight up against the wall. First thought that came to mind: he’s unwell and he came to ask you for help? You immediately approach the male, only to be hit by a smell of alcohol and you jolt back. The second thought you had, only confirmed: he’s drunk.

“Sungho?! Are you okay?” you asked nervously, tapping his shoulder lightly.

The male looks up to you, quite confused.

“y/n? Oh. Yeah...I’m fine. Just trying to get into my apartment...but the key.... doesn’t seem to fit…” Sungho said, words spoken slowly as he tries to stand upright.

“Did...the landlord change the locks?”

“No, no. The landlord didn’t. You’re at the wrong apartment, this one is mine. Uh, do you need help?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ah...well, that makes...sense now,” Sungho said, a drunk written smile appearing on his face.

“No, it’s okay...I’m always disturbing you... I’m really sorry...Have...a good night, y/n.”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile in such a long time. Of course, it only happens to be when he’s not sober. Also, you’re very aware that drunk people do need help but always deny it. You watch as he turns around, folding your arms and counting down in your head.

3... 2...1

The male collapses on the ground, completely knocked out from the alcohol in his system. You blew up at your hair, huffing then, staring down at his figure on the ground.

This night just got a whole lot longer.

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[woossexyponytail]

Slytherin San x Gryffindor reader

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I was sitting in the Great hall eating some breakfast, I wasn't really paying attention to what was happening around me while I was reading the newspaper.

"Oh their she is! Gonna lose again at the Quiddich match today Yn?!" I heard Wooyoung a Slytherin yell at me, I ignored him as he walked passed the table.

"If she loses against Hufflepuff she truly is a loser!" San another Slytherin said they both laughed loudly going to sit down at their own table.

"Just ignore them Yn, their just idiots" Hongjoong said to me sighing, as he sat down in front of me, Jongho sat next to me on my left.

"Don't I always?" I asked looking up at the two smiling, showing that I wasn't bothered, I chuckled shaking my head at the two going back to the newspaper.

"Are you nervous at all Yn?" Hongjoong asked, I looked up glearing at him, his eyes widened realising that he shouldn't of said that.

"Hongjoong it was a small fall to the ground, Madam Pomfrey healed my arm. I'm completely fine" I told him as I closed the newspaper and finishing off my breakfast while Jongho talked about his homework that he hadn't done yet.

I zoned out as I thought back on the day Gryffindor vs Ravenclaw, I was knocked off my broom and landed harshly on the floor on my arm no less breaking it. Thankfully I wasn't in the hospital wing for long.

But everyone was worried, Hongjoong and Jongho ran the moment I was allowed visitors, Yunho and Mingi some very sweet Hufflepuffs asked if I was alright aswell, but surprisingly San also came to check on me. After everyone was gone, he came in asking how I was.

I looked over to the Slytherin table seeing San sitting with his best friend Wooyoung and Seonghwa, Hongjoong's secret boyfriend, San looked up and our eyes connected, I quickly looked away not wanting him to realise I was staring.

"Yn? What do you think, can I?" Jongho asked looking over at me, I stayed silent for a second not knowing what he asked, peeking over at Hongjoong he shook his head no, I turned back telling him no.

"Fine, I'm gonna get ready for Quiddich, see you on the pitch" Jongho said sighing as he walked out of the hall, I looked back at Hongjoong raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not surprised you weren't paying attention, what where you thinking about to make you zone out?" Hongjoong asked picking up his drink and taking a sip.

"Nothing, anyway what did Jongho ask?" I said getting off the topic since Hongjoong would kill me if he knew I was thinking about San, I waited while he stared at me wondering what I was thinking.

"He asked if he could copy your homework from last year" Hongjoong sighed giving up on what I was thinking. I giggled at the thought of Jongho, that's why he was sulking.

"Right I think it's time for me to get ready for Quiddich, See you later" I said getting up and walking out of the great hall, hearing a few "Good lucks" from my house, I smiled at them as I left.

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I made my way down to the Quiddich Stadium, aiming for the changing room to get ready, the place was buzzing with excitement, I couldn't help but smile.

"Good luck today, Yln" I heard, turning around I widened my eyes at the sight of San infront of me. His black hair slick back, with the bottom of his hair grey, San wore his round glasses straightening them as he watched me closely.

"Uh, thanks?" I said not knowing what exactly to say, San smirked at me as he walked closer, standing right infront of me he grabbed my chin lifting it up for me to look at him.

"Embarrassed are we Yln" San chuckled as I pulled away from him, I could feel myself blush, he's just messing with mind, I sighed and turned around walking to the changing room.

"What's the matter Yn? Cat got your tongue?" San said laughing as I left him standing there, I shook my head getting the thought out my head, I need to focus on the game.

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I stood next to Jongho as we were in line to walk out to the Quiddich pitch, the chatter around the stadium was loud as people cheered on Hufflepuff as they flew around the stadium.

Our team was announced as we all got on to our brooms to also Fly around the stadium, the cheers were getting louder by the minute.

"It's a beautiful day for a Quidditch match, with a 98.3% chance of edge-of-your-seat excitement!." Hongjoong announced from the stand as he got everyone cheering more.

"Madam Hooch is about to kick off the match! Both teams look eager to get underway." Hongjoong said as we all circled around Madam Hooch.

Madam Hooch kicked open the box releasing all the balls as they flew up, Madam Hooch throw the Quaffle in the air.

One of the Hufflepuff chasers grabbed it as I quickly followed him as he throws it to a team mate. "The Chaser with the Quaffle's been flanked!" Hongjoong yelled, watching us follow the Hufflepuff.

I flew towards him as I bashed in to him again and again, "Either the Chasers are escorting their opponent to a dance, or Yn is setting up a Pinched" Hongjoong said again.

I bashed in to him one last time as the chaser droped the Quaffle as I quickly grabbed it "Yn pinched that Chaser like my grandma pinches my cheeks: painfully, and likely to leave a mark!" Hongjoong said laughing after, I rolled my eyes.

The other chasers started following me as Jongho and another Gryffindor came beside me both winking. "The Chasers are in formation! It looks like they've got the Quaffle, company, and a trick up their sleeves..." Hongjoong said, already knowing he was off his seat.

"The Chasers will attempt a Thimblerig shuffle, a tactic I invented, to confuse their opponent!" I throw the Quaffle to Jongho as he throws it to the other Gryffindor as we did it back and forth, Jongho passed it to me again, I flew off throwing the Quaffle in to the goal, scoring.

"The Thimblerig shuffle distracted the opposing Chaser, allowing Yn to score! I'm extremely proud!" Hongjoong yelled, all of Gryffindor screamed and clapped as I high fived Jongho.

"The opposing Chaser has the Quaffle! Is this the end of Yn lucky streak?!" Hongjoong said, I sighed as I flew over the the girl who held the Quaffle, bumping in to her.

"Yn's after that Quaffle like a Niffler after a sack of Galleons! Can Yn steal the Quaffle?!" Hongjoong said his voice getting louder. Getting the quaffle I flew the opposite direction, looking around I saw the others following, making sure no one will grab the Quaffle.

"What a fantastic feat of flying, everbody! Who needs luck when Yn got raw skill?" Hongjoong yelled again, I throw the Quaffle scoring again.

"Oh and Kim Dahyun has caught the golden snitch, Gryffindor wins" Hongjoong yelled as we cheered.

"After a magnificent match, Gryffindor team emerged victorious! 130 points to 40. Meaning next week final will be Gryffindor vs Slytherin!. These moments are what Quiddich is all about!" Hongjoong yelled clapping his hands.

I flew to the ground ready to celebrate with my team, Jongho ran over to me as I landed to the ground hugging me and dragging me over to the others cheering.

I turned watching some slytherin leaving, I caught Seonghwa and Wooyoung with frowns on their faces, San walking next to them, he looked up seeing me watching him, he then winked as he left the stadium with his house.

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A few days have passed since the Quiddich match between Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff, I sat in the library studying over Professor Slughorns lesson, a book was placed infront of me, looking up San stood there staring at me a smirk on his face.

"I thought you would need this" he said sliding the book over to me, reading the title I gleared up at him seeing the book was 'Quiddich for dummies' San laughed at my expression, noticing Hongjoong and Jongho walking over both glearing at San's back.

"What do you want Choi, got nothing better to do with your time like I dunno practicing for Saturday's match?" Hongjoong said crossing his arms at him, Jongho just stood there glearing.

"Why would I need to practice, I'm the best Quiddich player at the school" San smirked as he looked down at Hongjoong, I rubbed my head watchimg the two idiots.

"You need to practice because Yn is the best Quiddich player in the shcool, we all know that!" Hongjoong spat back leaning in to try and intimidate San.

"Whatever you say shrimpy" San said laughing as he walked off unbothered by Hongjoong, Jongho closed his mouth looking over at me trying to not laugh at what San called him.

"Did he just.... Did he just call me shrimpy?" Hongjoong asked his face turing red as he got angrier by the second, He turned to me while I shrugged my shoulders going back to my work.

"Don't you dare laugh Jongho!" Hongjoong said glearing at Jongho, I looked up seeing Jongho looking up at the ceiling not looking at Hongjoong.

'I..I got to go, I'll be back" Jongho said as he rushed out of the library, probably to go laugh so Hongjoong doesn't hit him, Hongjoong sighed sitting down opening his book.

"Shut up" Hongjoong said to me as I couldn't help but finally smile at what San called Hongjoong, I giggled holding up my hands in surrender.

"I didn't say anything" I said going back to my book, Hongjoong scoffed at me as Jongho came walking back in a smug look on his face as he sat down with us opening his book that he left on the table.

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It was the day of the finale match Gryffindor vs Slytherin and I was nervous, looking out the window I noticed The clouds that gather, a silver-fade, from the strongest of grey to soft whites, have command of the skies today.

I met Hongjoong and Jongho at the common room they were both sitting down Hongjoong looking out the window, while Jongho had a spoon placed on his nose, I stopped staring at him with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you doing?" I asked, Jongho looked up at me as he smiled and pointed at Hongjoong, I turned to him as he quietly laughed behind Jongho's back.

"What it's something to do while waiting for you" Hongjoong said shrugging as he stood up, walking over to Jongho taking the spoon off his nose. Jongho gleared as he sighed and stood up as we all walked out to get breakfast.

"The weather isn't good today, maybe headmistress McGonagall should cancel today's match?" Hongjoong said, both Jongho and myself shook our heads no, as we got down the stairs.

"It's a cloudy day, what could go wrong?" I asked as we sat down at the table, I sat next to one of the beaters Jungkook and the keeper Yeonjun.

"Oh look it's the loser club!" San said as he stood behind Hongjoong looking around at the table, Wooyoung laughing beside him, Jongho grip tightened on his cup, while Hongjoong tried to calm him down.

"San?, I just wanted to say good luck, I know you'll do amazing" a slytherin girl by the name of Bora said as she stared at him with hearts in her eyes, Jungkook chuckled quietly as he watched them shaking his head in disbelief.

"Oh I don't need luck, I'm the best player in this school" San smirked at the girl and winked at her, I rolled my eyes as he flirted with her.

"Actually you not all that choi, you better watch yourself out there, Storms don't like cocky brats" Jungkook said as he stood up glearing over at San.

"I don't know about you Gryffindor but let's go win the game" Jungkook cheered as we stood up, Jongho and I high fived as we all walked off. The whole hall minus Slytherin were cheering us on.

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The silver hues were as molten silver, swirling in steady and radiating ripples. I love the sky before a storm, I love the greys of every shade and depth.

I could swim in the atmosphere so subtly electric, alive with an excitement for what is to come, but playing Quiddich Hongjoong was right it's going to be dangerous.

The game started out like any other, one of the slytherin chasers Changbin grabbed the Quaffle as he flew off, I chased after him slamming in to him as I grabbed the Quaffle, the others flanked me as I scored the first point of the game.

After about an hour of ten points each the weather got worse, Lightning illuminates a brilliant pathway above, lifting our eyes skyward, bringing even the slowest soul-pulses back into a steady and strong rhythm.

A tinkling sound came to my ears as the first pearls of rain dropped, It has started to drizzle now. I tried to rub condensed water droplets off my goggles to get a clear view of the match still going on around me.

I felt wet and numb, coldness seeped into the spine, I shivered rubbing my arms to get a bit of warmth back in my body. Rain continued playing a peculiar rhyme, while howling wind whispered in my ear, not paying attention I didn't see one of the bludgers coming right for me.

"Yn! LOOK OUT!" I heard someone yell, I heard gasped around me, quickly turning around I saw one of the bludgers coming to me, I panicked but for some reason I couldn't move.

"Watch it Yn are you trying to get hurt?" San said as he flew infront of me a bat in his hand as he hit the bludger away. I looked over at San, he wasn't even a beater why did he have the bat? I wondered as he flew away from me.

I shook my head finally going back in to the game, we played on the score was once again tied both thirty points, the golden snitch no where in sight.

Lightning came once again, a brilliant shock of white in the graphite sky, forking silently to the unsuspecting ground, the thunderous boom always calling its warning too late, one of the slytherin beaters was hit as she fell to the ground.

She was quickly pulled off the field, I managed to grab the Quaffle as I flew to the other said, Slytherin following behind me, I flew low to the ground hearing some of the other teams flying to low and falling to the ground with a thump.

Scoring again Gryffindor screamed and cheered, points now forty to thirty, I sighed but had a smile on my face as I cheered along with Gryffindor, but the happiness was short lived as I felt hit from behind.

The shock knocked me off my broom as I fell to the floor, the wind was all I heard as I fell fast to the ground, the gasps grow louder as people started to panic.

I was abruptly stopped a hard impact but I wasn't on the floor, I felt like someone was holding me, I opened my eyes seeing San as he looked down at me, his lips moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

My hearing came back as I heard San repeating "Crap" over and over again, I started to look around still in his arms on his broom, it seemed like the game stopped for some reason, I hope it wasn't for me.

I closed my eyes again not able to keep them open, I felt a jolt and San wrapped his arms around my head, we then rolled on the floor, it seemed like he was knocked off his broom as well.

"Yn! Yn! Are you alright?!" I heard San asked, opening my eyes I saw him leaning over me a worried look on his face, my hearing went out again, I noticed some of my teammates come running over and the headmistress McGonagall.

My vision blanked out as I closed my eyes again falling asleep, feeling exhausted from the game even though it wasn't finished, at lest I don't think it is.

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I opened my eyes seeing that I was in the hospital wing, turning to my side the whole team along with Hongjoong, Jongho, Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang, Seonghwa, San and Wooyoung was at my bed side.

"Hey your awake that's good" Yeosang a ravenclaw and also one of my friend, said as he smiled softly at me, I smiled trying to sit up but pain spiked through my body as everyone told me not to move.

"What happened?" I asked, looking over at Yeosang he turned around looking over at Hongjoong, Hongjoong shook his head "I told the teachers to cancel the match today" was all he said as he looked down at the floor.

"What didn't happen is the question, My god Yn so much happened and you don't remember any of it?" Jongho asked complete shock on his face, I whispered "no" since I couldn't actually remember anything.

"One of the Bludgers was hexed to follow you, you got hit off your broom after you scored a point. San thankfully caught you in time but then the bludger chased after him, knocking San and you off his broom." Hongjoong said his voice low not wanting to give me a headache.

"San protected you as you both fell to the floor, San has a broken arm and some broken ribs, but besides that he's fine. Right buddy" Seonghwa said slapping San on the back, San winst as he grimaced at the older boy.

"You got the worst of it, that bludger gave you a concussion, and the fall to the floor caused a broken collarbone and a few ribs as well." San said walking up to me as he smiled sweetly down at me.

"Well now that we know your ok, we should take our leave" Jungkook said as he shooed everyone out, Hongjoong and Jongho was the last as they quickly gave me a hug and walked off, now leaving me alone with San.

"Why did you save me?, I thought you hated me?" I asked looking up at him confused, San chuckled shaking his head, noticing a few cuts on his cheek, eyebrow and lip, he still looks beautiful though.

"I don't hate you, I care deeply for you. Seeing you fall off your broom made me realise, I've never been so scared in my life. Now you should rest, you'll be out of here by tomorrow" San said as he leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Stay safe" he whispered in to my ear, pulling away he smiled down at me, a genuine smile as he walked out of the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey came rushing in to give me some medication to heal my broken bones, it wasn't pleasant.

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I was finally out of the hospital wing, sitting on the grass in the grasslands with the others, Jongho, Hongjoong and Yeosang I layed my head watching the clear sky, a big difference from the other day.

"I mean it does make sense" Yeosang said after he heard about San liking me, I looked over at him as he was deep in thought, Jongho pretend to gag at the story while Hongjoong was furious, still angry at being called shrimpy the other day.

"Oh speak of the devil and he shall appear" Hongjoong grumbled as San walked up to us Seonghwa and Wooyoung on his tail, Seonghwa quickly sat down with Hongjoong squeezing his hand while Wooyoung sat down next to Yeosang as they fist bumped.

"May I borrow Yn for a moment?" San asked the others mostly Hongjoong knowing that he still didn't like him, Hongjoong gleared at San not saying a word, I just rolled my eyes standing up as San and I walked away.

"What is it that you need?" I asked getting to the point, I wanted to spend as much time lounging around in the grass before the weather changed again.

"I wanted to ask you out on a date" he said I stood froze not expecting him to say that, I felt myself blush as I looked down at the ground to embraced to face him.

"You...you don't have to if you don't want" he stuttered I watched him as he got embarrassed himself. I couldn't help but giggle at him.

"I'll go on a date with you" I said quickly kissing his cheek, I pulled away seeing San blush for the first time ever, making me giggle again.

"Don't giggle at me!" He said getting angry but it wasn't reaching to his eyes, making me giggle again. "What are you going to do about it?" I asked smirking at him. San smirked back a plan already in his head.

"This" was all he said as he pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, my eyes fluttered closed as my arms wrapped around him, his arms around my waist pulling me closer. Pulling away after awhile both our faces red as a tomato.

"Get a room you two!" Wooyoung yelled causing the rest to laugh, I blushed brighter as I placed my head in San's chest, he chuckled kissing my head as we slowly walked back to the others.

[imasimpforstevengrant]

I feel you

Author's note:

@raven-romanoff

@maristela1968

For you again, lovelies!

This is the first smut I write after almost two years. I hope you like it!

As always, sorry for any typos. English is not my first language.

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Summary: Follow up to "I understand you".

As his strange relationship with Harleen oscillates between friendship and desire, Arthur takes the things to another level.

Warnings: angst, self hatred, mentions of masturbation, swearing, house breaking, strong sexual themes and smut.

Words: 6.258

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Part 2:

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Arthur couldn't sleep that night. His mind, overtaken by a growing confidence, tormented with new feelings for her created a dark, devilish smile in his face. He closed the door carefully, taking off his hoodie, shirt and shoes, wearing only sweatpants around the house, smoking a cigarette. He sat on the couch, knees bouncing. Something in his chest burns. That night Arthur felt different. He felt sure of his actions, instead of the usual anxiety and fear. Replaying the wonderful moment which he was the protagonist of, savoring every detail, while directing to the table. Her voice echoed through his head, her smile painting across his memory, the way she looked at him. His feet weren't able to keep still and Arthur knew this hyperventilation was caused by the shock of his first intimate contact with a woman. He already planned what he would do once they'd meet again. Probably to take her to dinner or simply going to the playground with a coffee and cigarettes to spend the night talking.

Handing himself his treasured journal, Arthur searched for the section dedicated to her. Grabbing a pen, he wrote her name. Misspelled, but affectionately.

Harlen Quenzel.

He tried in vain to write anything else, because his mind clouded basking in a bliss he had never felt before.

The blinding white light coming from above the kitchen hindered the happy replay of the image of Harleen coming closer to him to kiss his lips. But he simply turned it off. The tips of his fingers touched the dry flesh blessed by her mouth. Lighting a cigarette he fantasizes now. Taking her in the floor, in the bedroom or in the couch... She would love it. Arthur guaranteed himself that. The proof was clear: she had enjoyed his sudden and explosive display of passion. He suppressed a chuckle, afraid of another fit of laughter. But it did not go further. He stood in the dark for a while, before going to the couch to try to get some sleep. His mind was way too excited to even hold his legs still. The lucky loner grabbed the pack of cigarettes, smoking another one immediately after finishing the other one. Thing was, he couldn't consummate his passion in this moment... But he certainly could let his mind fly by thinking about Harleen and her virtues for now. Arthur headed to the bathroom.

A little joy given by himself wouldn't be so bad. ________________________________________

Over the next two months, the strange relationship between Arthur and Harleen grew from a friendship that had frequent outbursts of passion to long hours of talking about anything, from work to jokes.

As much as Arthur felt a silently uncontrollable lust for Harleen, he truly felt affection and caring for her. This was shown in small gestures like inviting her to dinner or waiting up late when her shift was over whenever neither of them would spend the entire night sleeping. They had each other and it was okay with that. In was in these situations where their bond grew. It was so ironic that the one thing that prevented an actual rest to his tormented mind also allowed to have the closest and most meaningful relationship he ever had in his life.

Arthur became more introverted than he already was. He didn't talk too much at work and had the growing tendency to isolate from others. To his co-workers this was probably another demonstration of his deteriorated mental state but Arthur was too busy trying to cope with these new feelings. He was asked more than once about this but he avoided to answer, limiting to reply he was okay. At the end of the day, the party clown left with a anxious pace. His co-workers were sure Arthur had finally lost his mind. And in some way, he did. Why was he in a rush? They would never know.

It was saturday when things changed. Arthur came back from a gig to Haha's with his clown make up on. Once in, he cleaned it from his face to leave without saying anything afterwards, too withdrawn into his daydreaming. He set a foot into the bus, as always, facing the window. The lights of daylight disappeared into the darkness or the night, rain pouring out. Arthur shielded from the cold sinking into his partly tattered hoodie. By this hour, Harleen should have been in her workplace. He just hoped no one would harm her at the time of her return. Arthur thought he could wait for her at the building's entrance, making sure she was safe. Harleen would like it.

He thought this weekend would be different. And Arthur had a very good reason why.

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It was Sunday when Arthur got up early to clean the house and to prepare breakfast for Penny to feed during the first lights of day.

It was in this way he could focus completely on his upcoming date at night. As the day vanished for nighttime to arrive, he put a cheap cologne on, his pants perfectly ironed. Same with the shirt and red vest. And the usual yellow hoodie Harleen learned to love so much. His excitement reflected in his voice as he waved goodbye to his always distracted mother, who simply waved back, not interested on how much brighter Arthur's eyes were in that moment. Heading to the door, he heard a frustrating ask:

"Happy, can you put this letter in the box?"

His shoulders lose strength. Arthur tried his best to hide his annoyance.

"It's for Thomas Wayne".

"I know, mom", the whisper was almost inaudible. Returning to the living room, he took the letter gently just to jump back to the door to free himself, "I'll be back at night".

She just nodded. And he finally breathed his freedom, feeling more confident than ever. But his sense of victory over the world vanished as he realized he still had that fucking letter in hand. A tired sigh leaves his lips. But he ran as fast as possible to reach the first floor to get rid of the piece of useless attempt to get attention from a man who maybe didn't remember her. The rusty locker received it and Arthur at last could set a foot outside the building, crossing his arms.

Harleen arrived a few seconds later. Arthur smiled, coming closer to her. Her outfit was unpretentious but neat: black pants and sneakers, a red wool sweater. Her hair was done into two colourful buns and a few strands which fell into her face. But the thing he liked the most was that blood red lipstick... And her grin made it better.

"Hello, clown man", Harleen nuzzled his nose tenderly. It was an habit he loved from her, as any other touch. He chuckled, greeting her back. Then both got out of the building, leading to the donut shop so they could have coffee and toast.

"So, how was your week?", Harleen asked as Arthur held his cup, drinking the steamy hot liquid.

"It was fine. I had a gig in a children's hospital. It turned out great because it was a charity event".

"Really?"

"Yeah. They were... Getting money for families that cannot afford to pay treatments".

Harleen nodded, warming her hands with the mug. Arthur then returned the question. Harleen told him the bar had more regulars than usual. This caught her eye, and paid very much attention to it during the weekly shift.

"What is it?".

"People are drinking their souls out" she replied, after eating her toast, "and that's not all. There was a recently fired guy that feared if Wayne is elected mayor, unemployment and riots will get worse."

Arthur lowered his head. He ate the toast to state:

"Why do so many people believe in that man, anyway?"

"He's rich, successful and an entrepreneur. Men like him have no idea how to run a city for the simple fact that entrepreneurs like him see people as numbers, not as complex sentient beings."

"How come?", Arthur fixed his collar.

"They only care for economy, Arthur. They disregard the fact that not everyone has the same chances for success they had and therefore any help for impoverished people is nothing but a "waste of money". Wayne is convinced that everyone who receives any kind of welfare doesn't want to work." Arthur remained silent for a while, processing what she just said.

"Men like him will never know what is like to be someone like you or me", Harleen concluded, finishing her coffee.

"But at least we have our jobs" Arthur commented comically.

"Yeah, as long as we get paid" and both laughed.

The shop was almost empty, which made easier to listen to the radio while talking. This gave them more topics to talk about. But then a song came out. Arthur knew it, he closed his eyes, engulfing himself in the gloomy tune of the song:

"King of all

Hear me call

Hear my name

Carnival"

Harleen did not interrupt. She understood that Arthur, as an extremely introverted person, couldn't be interrupted when exploring, talking or listening. It was pleasant to see him glad or enjoying things for once. She smiled as he mouthed the lyrics, which he knew perfectly. As the song came to an end, Harleen extended her hand, eyeing Arthur to look for his approval. As much as he enjoyed the sudden outbursts of affection, Arthur still wasn't used to publicly show it. Harleen comprehended as well and wouldn't force him to do it. She discovered it when going back from a previous date when she just held his hand. He became a blushing mess but it didn't go further, thank goodness.

Arthur noted the hand whose black and red nail polish established a hurtful contrast in comparison to her light skin. He then looked at her. He slid his own towards Harleen's. Their hands intertwined. Another little touch and he was already yearning for her. Arthur wanted to love her without words, without distance between them. Just the two of them. He wanted so much to tell her, but didn't dare to. Despite the fact he adored her, there was something he could never tell her... Yet.

There was something Arthur loathed about himself but he did his best to not to give it too much importance, choosing to focus on other things, instead. Arthur Fleck was a man and as such, he had needs. But the need wasn't the problem. Satisfying it was. He was comprehensive enough to understand that motherly affection was the closest thing he ever had to love. Devoid of any bond with anyone else, he frequently masturbated to soothe the sexual need. Usually to porn magazines whose pages he tore up to stick them in his journal. A fulfilling sexual life was a dream, far away from his reach. He could only see it but never take part in it, as it was with everything in his life. An eternal spectator, never a protagonist. Thinking of her, lusting after her... And he wasn't able to even mutter a fucking word. He cursed the emptiness roaming during all his life. Because he had nothing to offer her except desire. His inexperience was never a problem, given his surrender to embrace a life of solitude. Until now. Her arrival to his life made him remember how much of a man he was. And her kindness just fanned the fire within him.

Harleen squeezed his hand a little more, noting his unsettled nerve. Arthur sighed, out of the gloomy, bleak storm that creeped out as a dark mist in his mind. But her face shines as a small light of hope. Her eyes promised so many good things that he couldn't bring himself to believe.

"What's troubling you, Mr. Fleck?" her smile was accomplice, as if she knew what was lurking into the labyrinth of his mind, but wanting to hear it from his mouth.

"I just... I was thinking about...", Harleen encouraged him to tell her. He inhaled deeply, lighting a cigarette to cope with the newfound stress. Once again, his everlasting negative thoughts clouded the moment. The vocal cords were unresponsive. His hand broke contact with hers to hold his forehead, looking for the right words to speak. His knees bounced. Harleen leaned in, waiting.

"Artie?"

The tender pronunciation of the diminutive form of his name turned his gaze to her.

"I think I prefer to tell you... In private".

Harleen nodded. The response sounded too dark. And she knew that if Arthur talked like that, it was something serious. They left the donut shop, walking towards the subway. It was almost empty and dark. Just a few people were on it. The couple sit down, with Harleen tangling the arm around his to tilt her head on his shoulder. Arthur kept his eyes on the window, trying to figure out how the fuck he'd tell her about it.

As they reached the last stop, they left the subway station to step up the stairs and then Arthur reached a dirty, dark public restroom surrounded on the outside of a fence. Both stopped for a moment before the gnawed door. Harleen looked up to the party clown's dark features. He pronounced no words.

"Arthur?"

"There's something I need to tell you", his murmur comes shy, cast down.

"What is it?"

He stepped away from her. His hands clasp his mouth, disapproving his thoughts. He shook his head, eyes shut. Circling his own personal space, lightheaded. Harleen came closer to him.

"Is it bad?"

Arthur glared at her, guilty.

"I mean... I don't know how to tell you. I just hope you don't laugh at me".

"Why would I do that?".

Arthur half opened his eyes.

"I want...", It took a long, deep inhalation to pronounce the first part. He coughed, to clear his throat seconds later, "I need to tell you... That I really like you... And--", he silenced his words, trying to put them correctly in his mind.

"And?"

"See" he sighed, "I've..."

Harleen widened her eyes in anticipation.

"I've been thinking about you a lot... and I would be lying if I tell you I don't want something else".

"What is 'something else'?" Harleen whispered.

Arthur processed the question. And then answered:

"It's just..." He brushed the small beads of sweat on his forehead with the palm of his hand, "I love the way you touch me, Harleen" Arthur continued, "and I simply can't get enough of it".

"Because we both need it, Arthur. I love just as much as you do. That makes it so satisfying", he chuckled, humbled. Harleen expected more of him.

"That's not all", he gazed not to her. This was the one moment that could end it all or strengthen this precious bond of theirs.

"Arthur" she called him, "don't be afraid. Please tell me".

"I want to sleep with you", Arthur finally confessed, gazing at her. His eyes confirmed the statement. He blinked slowly, wanting her to see the animalistic yearn on them.

Harleen stared at him, shocked of how much he trusted her to confess something so intimate. His breathe had shortened. His green eyes glowed like emeralds, embellished even more with his pupils dilated. The blonde invited him inside the bathroom so they could keep baring their souls. Arthur inspected the place to make sure it was completely safe to stay there. Harleen locked the door once they knew it was unoccupied.

"I don't want to beg for love" Arthur said, his voice raspy, "but I don't want to lie to you. I want to know if you feel the same" Arthur spoke in a very low voice. Harleen looked at him, infatuated before this new dark vibe from him. He looked like a totally different person. Her fingers slid into his curls.

"I knew it already, Arthur."

"And why doesn't it bother you?"

"Because I can understand why you want it".

Arthur turned to her. Never in his life he felt more expecting. Harleen explained, in very simple terms, that she found his attachment understandable: Arthur had been deprived of love during all his life and this new bond made him feel important. From becoming visible and cared for to reaffirm his manhood through sexual desire. Arthur heard every word carefully, and it made sense. Everything made fucking sense. It was through sexual intercourse that men felt loved.

Love.

It was always about love, at the end of all.

Harleen returned the cigarette to him.

"Don't blame yourself. You're a human, after all. Sex is the most pleasant of human activities, so don't feel bad for enjoying it".

"It's not that I don't enjoy it. I don't feel ready to do it, despite of how much I want it".

Harleen frowned, and her silence just made Arthur confess one of his most (if not the most) shameful secrets. Only now she knew the extent of her impact in his life. She knew a lot about him, including the seven medications he was in, but this? She had been aware of the way he looked at her, but hearing him actually admitting it out loud made her shudder. Her arms locked around his shoulders to pull Arthur to a kiss in the cheek.

"It's not a race or a competition. You just feel and act according to your instincts. Also, I'd be lying too if I said I don't want anything else" Arthur sank his eyes into Harleen's, "quite frankly, we were close to have sex the night we first talked if it wasn't because I was too tired to do so, but now, if you don't feel ready to do it, I won't pressure you to do anything".

"Starting a friendship in that way? I like it" he hummed, mischievous.

"We are not friends... Because... Friends are not supposed to touch each other. That's what lovers do. But... We aren't lovers, yet" Harleen whispered.

"Then what are we?" Arthur asked.

"We are, Arthur. We simply are" this time her kiss directed to his mouth. _________________________________________

Arthur changed his damp clothes to avoid the cold. The bedroom TV was turned on as well as the hall lights. The usual. He prepared the dinner for his mother, bathing her and making sure she'd go to bed. The conversation was the same. Thomas fucking Wayne and the fucking letters. Arthur had no interest on losing energy on nonsense, so he only nodded. He took a shower and shaved the growing beard and wore his grey sweatpants. A few observations written in the pages of the journal about his day at Haha's and Arthur felt his routine was finished, therefore he could count down to the moment when Harleen was back at home from work. His eyes darted at the clock. 1:14 am. Less than two hours for her return. He felt confident enough to go to her apartment and stay all night with her. He smoke five cigarettes in the meantime, walking over the house. Turning the TV on so time wouldn't pass so long. He sat at the couch, waiting for an old rerun of Murray Franklin's Show. An actor was to be interviewed but he couldn't focus entirely on it. He laid down. His mind pictured her beside him. However, as much as he cherished all the physical and emotional affection from her, it wasn't enough anymore. It was hard to accept it but that's just the way it was. As the show ended, an old movie ran. Arthur turned the device off. The clock sets the time: 2:24 am. Less than hour. He got up, turning the lights off, hoodie in hand and determination in his mind. Locking the door, Arthur left. He walked across the halls, stepping down to the destination: 7H. The door was unlocked, much to his surprise. The loner felt truly in home. If only she was in there for him to shower her in his affection. But he then realized the neon lights were on. His heart skipped a beat. The air seemed... Different. He stood as quiet as possible to see what was going on. The rain slightly broke the total silence that ruled the place. Arthur reached the living and then, only then, he saw her.

Harleen was placidly sleeping on the couch, wearing a two part, peach coloured pajamas. Her mane was a mess of white, blue and pink strands that fell over her face. Her head rested on a pillow and her pose revealed how comfy her sleep was. Kneeling beside the couch, Arthur leaned over her face, his fingers set aside the colourful mane to obtain the beautiful vision of her peaceful facial expression. His thumb glided over her lips, which he soon joined with his. It was slow, intimate kiss, full of subtle hunger.

Seconds later, her hands cupped his face to make the caress steadier, humming playfully. Arthur broke the kiss to eye her. Half sleep, Harleen smiled at him.

"Hey" he called, secretive.

"Good night, Mr. Fleck", she muttered, voice pasty, "another insomnia night?" but he shook the head.

"I thought you weren't here. I couldn't help it", he muttered.

“Never said I mind. Bar closed earlier and here I am”.

“Really? Why?”

“The riots, Arthur. Boss preferred to send us home before any damage could be done by the protesters”.

Arthur made room for himself in the cozy, fluffy long couch. Asking if she was okay, Harleen just replied she took a taxi to make home safely. Arthur sighed, relieved. The blonde smiled at him but didn’t move any further. He noticed that, blaming for being so inconsiderate. Getting into her apartment and disturbing her rest like that? What a awful friend (lover) he was! Recoiling with guilt and diving again in the brooding mood so typical on him, he distanced from his love. She fell asleep once more. Arthur kept his gaze on her, tracing invisible touches in her curves. She was so close yet so far. He wanted to be a part of her, to be with her.

Inside of her.

The calloused fingers held his face to wash away the shame. The nerves were too much to take. The laugh gestated in a noise initially deaf to hear from afar to a thunderous fit. Harleen jolted at the sudden outburst. Arthur couldn’t feel worse. The expression on his face was so desperate for silence that the blonde immediately went after him when he shrugged, attempting in vain to drown the horrible noise that made his vocal cords bleed. Harleen dissuaded Arthur of any idea of escape just to hold him. The mentally ill loner sank his face into her neck. The embrace didn’t stop the scandalous explosion to keep shattering the quietness of the place, sensing Harleen squeezed his faint figure, seemingly trying to put every piece of his broken yet beautiful soul to help to soothe the pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—“

Her voice hushed his apologize. As the din disappeared into nothingness, both returned to the living room on the couch but Arthur took a step back from her.

“Why?”

Puzzled, Harleen frowns. She gave him space to recover.

“Why what?”

“Why me?”, Arthur regained strength to ask her, staring at her for a long period of time, “of all men you can have, why me?”

For the first time, Harleen seemed upset.

“If you think I do this out of pity, you are very, very wrong” the fire in her eyes was fascinating.

“Then why?”

Harleen processed the question while Arthur desperately awaited the reason to be verbalised.

“Please”.

She gulped.

“Because you’re a good man, Arthur”.

The response was too simple to be believable, though it was grateful to hear a compliment from her. Desiring more, his stare pierced her soul, to let her take the hint. Imprisoned under the green spell of his, Harleen proceeded to continue:

“I mean- you are always trying to make people laugh, yet people don’t see you and you still continue. You love what you do, you have been kind to me, you care about your mother putting your well-being aside. Don’t you think that is worth enough?”

Arthur shut his eyes, his head to the left, lighting a cigarette while the bouncing knee betrayed his feeling of unsettlement. Harleen noticed it. Wind took words away. Actions prevailed in time.

Time! That’s precisely what he needed. Both battled uneasiness in their own, unique way. While Harleen on her own end of the couch thought on a way to help him, Arthur tried to give order to his convulsed mind. He constantly touched his forehead and chest but never dared to eye her, terrified that she would vanish. The damn cigarette placed again on his lips. The muteness grew so uncomfortable the loner returned to glare at the blonde. She slowly approached to him, searching in his face his approval to get closer. Afraid to disturb his personal space in the same way someone would be cautious when getting closer to a wild animal. Arthur gasped, his blood boiling in what seemed the exact moment that would define his life. Harleen crawled to him, reaching his shoulders to concrete her goal: sit in the space between his legs.

If Arthur believed that just a hug put him on fire, this new contact aroused him to the point of insanity. The blonde crowned the physical bond placing her head in the crook of his neck. The temptation to take her and possess her now was insufferable but he found the will to not give in into the impulsive reaction. How? He’d never know. His heart rate was so violent, so overwhelming that the threat of a heart attack was becoming more real. Harleen placed her hand on his chest, like caressing his damaged heart like a mother would do with an scared child. His lungs finally caught a calmer rhythm as minutes went by. Arthur craved new touches, new discoveries, yet he wanted to remain like this forever. He savoured the closeness of their bodies… but it wasn’t enough. Harleen surely knew it by the moment Arthur stopped smoking.

And whenever Arthur Fleck stopped smoking, it meant something serious got his attention.

As the last fire on the cigarette died on the ashtray, Arthur turned his focus completely on her. He’d return her the favour, since she invaded his personal space so shamelessly. Harleen distanced a bit from him to allow the hoodie to come off. She approved the sight with a wide smirk: despite what people could say about his figure, Arthur was not as thin as his outfit revealed. His bare upper body had a plenty of muscle in the biceps. She traced a finger across the aforementioned part to touch his jawline now, going down his neck and collarbone. Next, a nuzzle against his face to continue the intimate bond, brushing her lips with his, without kissing him. However there was no further reaction from him except for a serene look on his face at the caresses. As the touch came to an end, she kissed his mouth repeatedly, her lips curved into a smile. The gesture motivated his instinct to get the better of him. He rose his dark, thick eyebrow to let her know how much of an accomplice he turned out to be, like a warning of what he had planned for her.

It was almost a ritual. Whenever a situation turned out to be too unfamiliar or too good, his hands would act as the link to confirm his psyche wasn't playing tricks with him. But this wasn't only a situation. This was a person who unchained a situation. And how he thanked every second of it. It seemed a spark of happiness enlightened his life, for once. Probably because even fate believed that no human being should be so miserable. He needed a constant reaction from her to keep convincing himself this wasn’t a dream. To increase the enjoyment of his hands touching her, Arthur executed a move directed to her chest, gliding his hands over her breasts, covered by the thin fabric of the sleeveless shirt. Harleen gasped, eyeing the curious hands as they roamed upon that delicate part of her. Arthur was fascinated, as his grin evidently brought out.

Since he had understanding about sex, Arthur craved a woman’s touch. It began as wet dreams, continuing with the subsequent discover of porn, a source he always went to in order to provide himself a little satisfaction. He remembered the particularly unhappy time of highschool, where bullying and harsh looks were a routine. The laughing fits during class, boys from all ages mocking at him during recess. But lunchtime was the worst part. If he wasn’t beaten up, his food paid the price. Starving and tired, Arthur was relieved in part by dropping school. He wouldn’t have to deal with the brutality of his classmates anymore. Girls usually avoided him, scared by his weak appearance. He never asked a girl for a date, afraid to be taken as a pervert. He just repressed any sexual need, feeling like a depraved creep for being curious about female body.

The mental drift continued for a couple of minutes when he noticed that Harleen wasn’t too quiet now, her shortened breath revealing an intense joy at his touch. As it happened always in a moment of adrenaline, through his arms an herculean strength ran so intensely that made her sit on his lap with no problem. The most exciting part of this new bold position was that he could face his lover, aiming his interest to her neck, covering it with slow, paused kisses. Harleen supports on his shoulders, delighted at his intimate exploration. Her shortened breath became a heavy panting while the latter morphed into a loud moan. Arthur immediately looked up to the blonde, her mane tickling his face. Did he caused such wonderful reaction? Him? Arthur Fleck, the perpetual loser, the unfunny clown, the embodiment of what a man should never be?

Suddenly, the grip loosened. Arthur felt he couldn’t concentrate anymore on Harleen in the same way. A sensation similar to fainting snatched away the energy on his arms. A surge of boiling blood flowed down his groin.

Arthur knew what this meant and her thighs straddling his hips, exactly where his searing intimacy reacted to such delectable recreation.

This encouraged him to let his wildest side come out. The pale hands lifted the shirt to the level of her neck, obtaining her bare chest to devour while getting into the inner part of the shirt, leaving the barrier between skin and fabric behind his back. Harleen reared up before the fulminant demonstration of lust, screaming while clawing at his shoulders. She felt his mouth, eager and famished, assiduously paying dedication to her soft sinuosities. The position enabled her to coddle him as well.

Because he fucking deserved it.

Her fingers stirred the dark curls under the cloth, begging for more. When Arthur felt the arousal was too much to keep building it up to simple caresses, he threw the shirt aside to obtain her upper nude body to admire. His eyes widened as the glimpse was even more beautiful in reality than in his fantasies. He hummed, approving the sight, too anxious to take her and yet so insecure if she’d be satisfied.

The blonde tugged into his belt, making clear her desire to pursue a deeper insight of their relationship. Her body performed a subtle movement to make him lay down on his back. As Arthur got rid of his clothes, so she did. Once she reached her own full nudity, he covered his mouth, amazed. Forget the models in his journal. Harleen had no comparison. And she probably knew it.

“Do you like what you see, mister Fleck?” she purred, seductive. He panted, regaining the oxygen to answer.

“Yes” was all he answered. Arthur could hardly speak at this point. His eyes said everything, anyway. The tease was a gift before the beloved blonde climbed atop him. Arthur helped her, grabbing her by the hips he longed so much to trace his fingers on.

Harleen leaned over his face to grant it a last kiss, enjoying this final step preceding to the loss of individuality.

She seemed so unreal, even when her full weight upon him proved wrong. And he knew exactly what to do to prove his psyche otherwise.

The last trace of doubt disappeared completely as his own sex found itself inside of her at last. The insertion was very slow, no rushes, so both lovers could memorize every sensation. The pressure around his hardened length turned out to be a pleasure beyond the thinkable, causing a shuddering, fastened breath to crumple his lungs. He arched his back, a loud, pleasurable moan escaping his mouth. As he got used to the warm welcome she gave him, his hands held her hips to proceed. Harleen lolled her head back, moaning softly, rejoicing at his presence inside of her delicate womanhood. Stillness held their bodies together as they enjoyed the sensation brought by the union.

Arthur recovered from the initial shock before the long desired loss of his hated celibacy started to take place. Harleen, naked much to the delight of his eyes, had her white, porcelain skin beautifully shaded by the pink and blue dim neon lights. Arthur smirked at her, admiring her body with his hands, not to convince himself that he was not hallucinating but to make sure to tell her how much he had desired to do this.

Just then Harleen did her magic.

“Let me show you that you’re not invisible”.

The rhythm worked in a slow pace. The blonde’s masterful moves made him moan and groan loudly as she straddled his hips. Everything he imagined with her appalled in comparison to this. Harleen, so provocative and prodigious, was so delicate in this erotic surrender. Like almost floating in the air. Arthur wondered how much it could take until reaching the peak of the carnal pleasure. But the obnoxious thud that beat his brain even in this moment found itself defeated by this lovely and pleasurable novelty, eventually. Watching Harleen on top of him was an irresistible landscape and Arthur couldn’t be more grateful for it even if he tried.

And her moans didn’t help either. Harleen was too lost in the moment to even talk to him, restricting her vocal expressions of pleasure just to plead for more.

Arthur plunged in this novelty to feel like a man for the first time in his life. He chuckled, joyful. His concentration centered exclusively on her. Harleen was a living mess of ecstasy, away from reality. He couldn’t love her more, specially when she called his name. The grip on her hips became tighter, as the warm space that surrounded his arousal narrowed. Her moans arose to louder screams. Now that was something he wanted to hear, sliding his fingers up to her waist to her chest.

The sense of control began to disappear eventually.

The instigation inspired a new move from Arthur, who got up to enclose her waist to absorb her essence. Fastening the moves, the blonde threw her arms to his neck, increasing the union as much as they were able. Their screams echoed through the apartment, announcing the proximity of the climax.

The final frenzy took ahold of the lovers. It hit Harleen first, as the convulsion whipped her insides, her figure trembling.

Arthur was convinced his soul was living his body at the time of his climax. While Harleen allowed him to flood her with his seed, he held her hips to keep inside her the longest time possible. The passionate, fulfilling embrace that served as the conclusion to the act recomposed their sense of reality. Once the physical bond was broken, the lovers laid back in the couch. Arthur still had a hard time recovering from his first sexual experience. His lungs finally eased down as Harleen reassuringly talked to him. Arthur opened his eyes, to smile to her.

“That…” he stuttered, breathless, “that… was… fucking sensational”.

Harleen supported her head in her hand.

“Couldn’t agree more”.

Arthur smiled and didn’t resist the temptation to sink into her arms, awaiting for sleep to come. He gave himself in completely, handing his vulnerability to her. Harleen sighed, palming his back. Arthur recoiled in pain and she didn’t hesitate to apologize.

“What’s this?” Harleen was going to get up to check him out but he prevented it, shaking his head. Apparently it didn’t have too much importance for him.

“I want this” his whisper sounded legitimately grateful. He took her hands to kiss them dearly, “I want this”.

She nodded and then changed her position so Arthur could place himself upon her. Her open arms received his fragile, starving shape to grant it comfort, like remind him of how much of a man he could be. The loner muttered something, but Harleen was already sleeping. Arthur didn’t move at all, silently enjoying her chest moving up and down. He planted a kiss above her right breast and closed his eyes.

The rain intensified. And Arthur fell asleep in a state of complete inner peace for the first time in his life as the pink lights dissipated into black as his eyes slowly closed.

It was the most beautiful darkness he’d ever been in.

[sithlord2064]

When he said he was a god, I'd laughed at him initially. I mean, okay, the sex was divine. And he always seemed to know what was going to happen before it did, but I had an aunt like that once, and I just chalked it up to coincidence, luck, or just some crazy precognition. Of course, there was also the thing where we never went to his place, but always to mine. He seemed to have a new excuse every time I asked to see his place. The heater was broken, or the landlord was putting in new countertops and his place was a mess. But this is the city! Things like that happen all the time!

But now, I don't know what to believe. See, it started like this:

So, Alex told me to dress nicely because he wanted to go out to a fancy restaurant on a date. I was all for that! It'd been a long time since we'd gone out on a fancy dinner date to an upscale restaurant. Some place where there weren't paper napkins and t-shirts or jeans were definitely not allowed. I had bought a new dress just a few days earlier, and I was looking forward to getting all dolled up and having a romantic night on the town. I usually hated putting on makeup, but this was a special occasion.

The restaurant itself was exquisite. I couldn't begin to imagine how he could afford to eat in such a place, but I felt radiant in my slinky black dress, and he looked positively ravishing in his suit. He really cleaned up well! I was so used to seeing him in ratty old clothes and shoes that were just on this side of falling apart. Now, though. He looked amazing, and I fell in love with him anew.

The food was heavenly, and I knew I'd never forget it for as long as I lived. The most delicious steak, and a buttery lobster that felt like it melted onto my tongue and exploded in flavors I'd never tasted before, or since. And the wine! He bought us a 300 dollar bottle of Merlot that tasted like the finest Ambrosia from Mount Olympus itself.

As our plates were being cleared, Alex looked deep into my eyes, like he was staring into my soul. I stared right back at him. I loved his eyes, a soft brown color akin to a cup of hot chocolate and just as warm. He placed his hands on mine, grasping them lightly and caressing the back of both hands with his thumbs. "Charlotte. Have I told you lately that I love you?"

I smiled and nodded. Every day we'd been together. And I wasn't about to get sick of hearing it, either. "That doesn't mean that it doesn't bear constant repetition, Alex," I replied with a giggle.

"I'm glad to hear that," Alex said, his face with that mock serious look he used whenever he wanted me to take him seriously. "I brought you here tonight because... I can't stay. I've been called back home, and I can't ignore that summons. Zeus has no patience for gods who can't obey his orders. But..."

"I'm sorry, Alex. But, did you say Zeus? As in, Greek mythology Zeus? And gods? Are you feeling alright? Have you had too much wine to drink? Because you're not making any sense."

"Charlotte, I've been harboring a deep secret from you. You see, my name is not Alex. I wasn't born here in New York, or even in the United States. My home is a atop a mountain in what you call Greece."

This was getting to be too much. A god? And a Greek one, at that? How gullible did Alex think I was? I couldn't help but laugh at him and how ridiculous he was sounding. "Okay, Alex. Ha ha. Very funny. Is it April? Did I sleep through all of winter already? Come on, now. Let's be serious."

Unbelievably, his voice began to change. It was slow, and barely perceptible at first. But, the more he spoke, the more I started to hear an echo evident in his voice. "I am not lying to you, Charlotte. I am one of the many gods who make their home on Olympus. Zeus is my father. I was born many thousands of years ago, before man ever walked the earth. My name is Janus."

I shuddered as I remembered my Greek mythology. Janus, God of choices, doorways, and beginnings. He was always depicted with 2 faces, both facing away from one another so it appeared that he could look in 2 different directions at once. A gift given to him by Saturn when he offered sanctuary to Saturn in Italy after the Titan war. It was said that he frequently posed as a doorman in New York City... A door...

"Alex? You're scaring me. You can't... I mean... We.... Oh.. My... God..." I said, realization blossoming inside as I began to understand that everything he was saying was probably true. Still, it was a lot to swallow in one bite. "Why are you telling me this, Alex? I mean, why now? I thought things were going well between us? And now... A god? I mean, what else do you wanna tell me? That your sisters are gods, too?"

"Goddesses. And yes, they are. Believe it or not, Charlotte, I am Janus. And... I have to say this is . I've grown to love you, Charlotte. More than I ever thought I could. And I realize that I can't live without you. But I can't stay here. I have to return home to Olympus."

It was too much, too fast. How could he be a god? He was just... Alex! The man she'd met one day while trying to decide whether or not to quit her job. He'd helped her by talking with her and she made her decision because of his recommendation. I mean, it was odd to take advice from her doorman...

"Doorman! Oh my GOD! Alex? Are... You... This is real? You're really a god?" I couldn't hold in my outburst. If it was true (and I still wasn't sure about that) then that meant I had been sleeping with a god for the last few months!

"Yes, Charlotte. I am. And I want you to come and live with me on Olympus. I can't bear to leave you behind, and I want to be with you. Forever."

I almost shrieked in glee. It sounded so much like Alex was proposing to me, but what he was proposing was so much more than marriage. I'd have gladly accepted THAT proposal. But this? To live on Olympus amid the gods and goddesses of the old days? How could I pass that up? If he was telling the truth, that is. If he was lying to me... Heaven and Earth wouldn't be able to protect him from my Wrath.

"Oh, Alex. How could I let you? Of course I'll come with you!" I took his hand once more, as he'd let mine go in fear that I'd reject him. Or something like that.

"Before you decide, Charlotte, you need to understand. No mortal can set foot on Olympus without losing their wits. In order for you to join me, I have to bestow immortality upon you. And that is a choice best made of sound mind and judgment. Do you join me in Olympus, you can never return to this life. You will be a goddess yourself, with all the responsibilities that come with. You can never leave Olympus again."

I waved that thought away with my hand, as if that simple gesture was enough to push aside those concerns. "Alex. If it means I can be with you for the rest of eternity... Well, how could I say no to that? I love you, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth, if I have to. Mount Olympus can't be that bad!" I smiled at Alex again, squeezing his hand and staring into his eyes. I was looking to see if there was any doubt or deceit there. But I couldn't find any there. As far as I could tell, he was sincere.

With a nod, he dropped a sizable amount of money onto the table and took my hand. "Come. Let's go to the roof. It'll be easier there." I didn't know what that meant, but I trusted Alex. He'd proven himself worthy of that trust in the past, and if I was uncertain now, I had to listen to that trust and allow him to lead me to wherever he was going. And that, apparently, was up a flight of stairs, into an elevator, and up one more flight of stairs until we were standing on the observation deck of a skyscraper in lower Manhattan. It was a cool November evening, but I'd remembered to bring a jacket and was wearing it now. It helped cut down the biting wind blowing in from the bay.

"Take my hand, Charlotte, and close your eyes. Listen to my voice and find your center." I didn't know what that meant, but I did what I was asked. With my eyes closed, I focused on searching my memory for everything that reminded me of myself. Every memory of my youth, and of my time in the city. When I graduated from college and took an internship at a broker's office. When I stood in Times Square and counted down the seconds to the new year. The day I met Alex.

The wind died down suddenly, and Alex began speaking a language I didn't quite understand. It sounded... Hauntingly beautiful, the echo in his voice more pronounced than ever, and I felt a warmth growing in my chest. Impossibly, I felt the wind begin anew, only this time, it was a hot, dry wind instead of a cold, moist one. My head began to spin, and I felt like I was about to pass out. And then, with a loud, echoing clap, everything stopped. The warmth in my chest was gone, as was the wind that had buffeted me. In fact, I couldn't feel anything weather wise anymore. I wasn't cold anymore, and I wasn't warm.

"Open your eyes, Charlotte, and take in the majesty that is Olympus." Alex's voice was a whisper in my ears, his breath absent from my skin, defying my expectations. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gasped loudly. I was in a vast palace, its walls covered in gold and jewels. The ceiling stretched high above me, coming to a point far above me and appearing not unlike many of the old cathedrals I'd seen in pictures from places like England or France. It was breathtakingly stunning, and I felt tears welling in my eyes at the exquisite beauty of the palace. There were no windows I could see, but it appeared that we were in some kind of anteroom or foyer that led into the palace proper. Maybe they were farther in. "Come with me. I'll shoe you to your quarters. I have to report to Zeus."

I followed Alex... Janus... Whoever he was. He led me down a series of hallways and past rooms more numerous than I'd imagined. Until he came to a door and stopped. "These are your quarters. I will come for you later." And Alex walked away, headed for whatever meeting he was late for. I grabbed the twin door handles, surprised to find that they were neither cold, nor hot. Slowly, I opened the doors to my new home and stopped short. Inside, there were no less than 6 other women, of various ages and ethnicities, sitting and smiling in my direction.

"Welcome, sister, to the harem of Janus. We're so glad to see you. We've been expecting you."

That son of a bitch....

A god fell in love with a mortal woman. “I cannot bear to live without you,” he told her, “so I will grant you immortality.” So he made her a goddess and took her to dwell with him in the realm of the gods, where she met all the other women he couldn’t bear to live without.