#but the second time he said put it as whatever we wanted

[margonite-seer]

Hello, it's yappin' o'clock for me so I need to yell a little about one of the moments we as Hansry addicts sleep on a lot.

You know the war council meeting just before the romance scene? The one where they make up the suicide plan to get reinforcements and sabotage the Praguers' camp and where Henry and Samuel agree to go together?

What really gets me in this scene is Hans.

At first, he is willing to have the entire room draw straws on who will go. Which is very in character for him, because it is quirky, a bit childish, and reckless without any sense of logical thinking of choice with it but actually very objective and pushing for equality at the same time. He does not exclude himself from this list of people who would draw straws, but he does not put himself to the front either.

That all changes completely when Henry says he will go (whether alone or with Sam). The moment Hans hears this, he leaps at the opportunity to go with him.

No hesitation whatsoever.

He just does immediately because Henry is going.

I know Žižka commends Hans' bravery but, with all respect to Hans, I actually think it has less to do with his general bravery and more with this blind unquestionable loyalty and attachment that boils down to a very simple "wherever Henry goes, I go" and this intensifies if it's something serious and dangerous (as opposed to, let's say, a trivial event such as Henry doing chores for someone).

Hans just cannot comprehend the thought of staying behind when Henry is willingly putting himself in danger, double so now that this is late in the game and by now Hans is neck deep in love with Henry and fully knows it himself. He omits all planning, he talks before he thinks here. Before he declares he is going too, he doesn't stop for a second to even start pondering what Žižka replies with and what we all (and Hans should too) knows is true: that it would be unwise for Hans to go due to his political importance.

And then, finally, Hans realizes that he is not going to be joining Henry. That Henry will go without him on this mission that everyone in the room claims to be dangerous at best, clearly suicidal at worst. And he is so upset by this that he swears in Czech that angry frustrated "Fine.... Kurva." First of all, swearing like this under his breath is so unusual for Hans, as he usually lets the whole world know when he is pissed off. And this was the first and only time (correct me if I am wrong, I did not watch that much of English dub) that he swears in Czech in the English dub, bringing even more primal emotions to the situation. (Breaks the immersion a bit after the developers tried so hard to anglicize him by changing his name and all but whatever, that is for another post.)

He does not even sulk like an angry spoiled child, he is scared and desperate. He deflates, protectively terrified of the fact that yet again he won't be there for Henry. And this is even more obvious shortly after during THE romance scene. The entire story about Lancelot and Galehaut was, as we know, obviously a way to tell Henry he loves him but also to tell him how absolutely terrified he is for him. We all heard the way his voice shook when he was not even able to finish his thought about what would happen if anything happened to Henry.

However, what chilled me a lot watching this scene was what happened right after. And right before Henry puts his hand on Hans'.

"I'll be back."

At that, Hans shakes his head.

In a way that he looks like he wants to shake that sentence out of his head, to forget that Henry even said it in the first place. Because it sounds too much like a goodbye. And Hans knows this is a suicide mission, so Henry saying he will be back is just empty words that will make Hans hurt even more if Henry does not come back, right?

Hearing Henry say this as such a rare occurrence just further proves to Hans that this truly is a suicide mission where Henry is in a very high danger of dying/getting captured and never returning. And that just sends him spiralling even further into the despair that he might lose Henry and he cannot do anything about it because he must stay behind for the greater good.

And then, only then, Henry puts his hand on Hans'. When he sees how upset he is. "I promise you." That alone could have sent Hans even deeper into panic, because hearing promises sounds too much like a goodbye yet again, but Henry grounds him and brings him back to earth by putting his hand on his reassuringly.

And the rest is history, as Hans completely folds under the weight of his feelings.

Anyway this was a yap and a half, but I just love this love story so much. It has soooo many little gradual things that I will cherish this so beautifully done slow burn romance forever.

[velvetdimension]

a mole ; yjw ⋆*・ﾟ:⋆*

genre: romance, friends who make out. summary: jungwon's mole is so cute you can't help but stare (and kiss). words' count: 1.6k

A mole. A single and little mole on his jawline. You’d never notice it before― why hadn’t you ever noticed it before? It was just right there. Maybe you shouldn’t have had noticed it, the small spot practically tormenting you.

At some point you started dissociating during your conversations with each other, your eyes glued to the brown spot moving as he spoke. You didn’t even realize you’d started tilting your head to the side where it was, eyebrows barely knitted in concentration until Jungwon pointed it out.

“You know, I have been wondering…” he asked you one time the two of you were mid a late study session in the library, eyes behind the glass of his frames glued to the paper in his hands. “Is there something on my face? You’ve been starting at me weirdly for a while.”

You remember how that night the words got caught up in your throat, how you felt your face burning red and the sudden urge to run away from the way Jungwon’s eyes glinted as soon as he saw the state you were in, corner of his lips shaping into a thin, almost invisible smirk that was wiped away as soon as it appeared.

From that point on, you started flushing as soon as your eyes would spot the small dot, mouth dry, forcing yourself to pull your eyes away, vision fixated on whatever but your friend. Jungwon wasn’t liking that, at all.

“Hey, look” he said one afternoon as he walked you towards your place, sun setting down on the background. His slender fingers grabbed onto something silvery hanging around his neck and you felt the now common dryness in your mouth. “Do you like it?”

“Uh… mh-m” you mumbled almost idiotically, nodding before looking away in a hurry, oblivious to your friend’s unsatisfied expression. You cleared your throat before answering more normally. “It looks good.”

Jungwon was reaching his limit with how you’d been acting around him― at first, he thought it was cute; your whole demeanor becoming all shy so suddenly made you want to tease you, but it was almost impossible since you had tried your best to avoid him. Eyes almost never looking at him anymore, putting in some distance when the two of you were a little closer than usual, looking away from him.

But then, there you were; eyes staring directly at Jake’s as he went on and on about something that had you cracking up, smile wide on your face as you laughed, your hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady.

And, for a second, you looked his way all across the room, your eyes meeting his after a while, looking away as soon as you spotted him. Jungwon felt his eye twitch from annoyance.

“You look like you shit your pants” told him Niki resting his back against the same wall his friend as been laying on since the party started. “What’s going on? Did you and y/n fought?”

“Of course not” he replied grumbling, mouth twisting. “It’s just… something has been different lately, I’m not sure what or why.”

“Did you ask her about it?” his friend asked.

“Well- no.”

“You should do it then, if it’s bothering so much.”

Niki was soon gone to enjoy the party, leaving behind his wondering friend. He was right, Jungwon thought.

Your laughed got caught off all of a sudden when a soft hand reached from behind you and grabbed your wrist, pulling you softly only to bump against your friend’s chest.

“Hi stranger” he said looking down at you, eyes full of warmth and something else you couldn’t tell.

“Hey” you mumbled trying to take a step back, barely doing any difference as the place was crowded. Jungwon’s fingers closed a little more around your wrist before he leaned closer to your ear.

“We need to talk.”

“We do?” you questioned feeling your heart beating like crazy on your chest. Jungwon nodded and waved Jake goodbye before he was pulling you away from him, guiding you through the crowed and up the stairs. “Are you sure we can come in here?” you asked him as he closed the door at Heeseung’s room, back pressing against it.

You turned to look at him, trying to not look fazed at all and failing wholesomely at it. Mouth dry, face hot, heart beating fast. Jungwon threw his head back until it rested against the door and looked down at you, standing alone in the middle of the room, clearly taken-aback.

“What’s going on?” you asked not bearing the heavy silence and the intensity of his inquisitory eyes.

“That’s what I want to know” he said. “What’s been going on, y/n?”

He moved. Eyebrows frowning slightly as you took a step back for every step he took towards you until you bumped against a desk, your hands grabbing onto it. Jungwon stopped just when the tip of your shoes touched each other, head falling to a side.

“Nothing much…?” you answered earned a scoff from your friend. Jungwon leaned closer until his hands were placed above yours and hold you tight, caughting you in between his arms. You looked away, cheeks painfully red while feeling his breath against the side of your face.

“Don’t lie to me” he said lowering his voice. “You’ve been avoiding me” one of his hands moved up until his fingers gently grasped your chin, moving your head back at him, taking in a deep and long breath as your big, doe eyes stared up at his, eyebrows knitted, cheeks red, lips dry.

His fingers brushed your cheek tenderly. “Did I do something wrong?” you shook your head. “Then what is it? Tell me, please” he pleaded, his hand moving until it rested on the base of your neck.

“I…” you gulped. “God, it’s embarrassing, Won.”

“I’m not letting you go until you tell me” he warned you, earning a soft scoff from you.

“It’s- It’s your mole” you said shutting your eyes to avoid his eyes. “You have a mole, Jungwon.”

For a second, there was silence. “… That’s it?” he asked you, relief washing over him, the tension in the air practically vanishing as his lips tugged into a astound grin. “That’s why you’ve been eating me out with your eyes all this time?”

“I wasn’t-

“Don’t lie” he cut you off, the tone of his voice becoming all cocky as he leaned closer to your face. “I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me, y/n. You’re like an open book.”

“Whatever” you huffed. Jungwon bit his bottom lip hard to suppress a laugh the moment your eyes fell down to the mole on his jaw and decided to tilt his head so you could take a better look.

“Why do you like it so much?” he asked you full with curiosity, breath caughting in his throat the moment he felt your fingertips brushing against the spot.

“It’s cute” you hadn’t realized how close your face had gotten to his until he looked back at you, his bangs brushing against your forehead. “It’s been on my mind all this time” you confessed in a soft whisper.

“Yeah?” he asked, eyes faulty falling down to your lips when your tongue poked out to wet them. “Okay, give it a kiss.”

“Wha-what?”

Jungwon tilted his head again, giving you more access to his mole, humming a come on while looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Stop playing around” you grumbled.

“I won’t let you go until you give it a kiss, y/n. Now, do it.”

Fine, it wasn’t like you didn’t want too anyways.

Jungwon felt his skin crawling under your breath, a soft hum born from the back of his throat when your soft, wet lips pressed against his jawline, his eyes shutting close.

“One more” he whispered; you obliged.

You don’t know when the single pecks on his mole became a trail of kisses down his jaw to his chin. Or when his hands moved to hold your face, crashing his own lips against yours almost desperately. Or when he lifted you up to sit on the desk behind you, finding a spot in between your legs as he leaned impossibly closer towards you, lips never falling apart.

Jungwon moved his lips against yours in a way that had you sighting deeply, hands now tracing the sides of your body, eyebrows knitted impossibly together, melding down at your sweet touch, at your sweet taste, a soft whine breaking through his throat anytime you decided to play with his soft hair.

“You have a mole too” he spoke in a husky voice, lips brushing yours with every word. “Here” he placed down a soft kiss on your cheek. “And here” then trailed down to the spot behind your ear, making you shiver. “And here” Jungwon moved a little further down to kiss above the little brown spot adorning your neck. “… Also, here” he kissed above your collarbones, softly nibling at the skin making you gasp softly. “Want me to keep going? Who knows how many more do you have?”

What a sight for Jungwon’s eyes was the one he had― you, all flushed, heavy breathing filling the silence, lips swollen and wet, eyes sparkling in the dark room. Jungwon let his head fall against the palm of your hand cupping his cheek to pull him in on another kiss when the door of the room busted open.

“Don’t make out in my room” Heeseung said crossing his arms over his chest. “Just go to the guest’s room.”

[paxaz535]

Northwood Ends

pazzi (+team) x black!oc (+team)

note: this is my first attempt at writing a fiction topic with non fiction people so it might not be realistic in some ways! the whole team won’t be in this story, only some of them. I’ll see where this goes and figure out if i want to continue it or not.

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It was a calm evening at Michigan University. Carmen was in the college gym getting some shots in. She was going to go out with a few teammates later on before their big day. Carmen was excited to play but also annoyed because they were playing UConn. The school Paige Bueckers goes to. They’ve been rivals ever since their freshman year of college. 

Carmen wasn’t sure how it exactly happened, but she knew that the UConn Women’s basketball team and the Michigan University women’s basketball team did not mess with each other.

~

Carmen was at a bar with some teammates, having a nice time. They had a big day tomorrow but wanted to let loose a bit. Carmen turned and noticed the look on Emani’s face. Confused, she asked, “What’s wrong?” Emani continued to look over at the door, “Look who just arrived.” Carmen turned around and saw Paige. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding.” She had the biggest smirk on her face when she and her team spotted Carmen. “Here they come.” Nyla spoke. Carmen groaned and rolled her eyes. 

“Carmen, isn’t it nice to see you?” She had her arms crossed, a slight glare. Carmen noticed Azzi, Nika, Ice, and Kk also glaring. “Yeah, whatever, Bueckers. You and your little team ready to lose?” A slight smirk on her face. “Why would we if we’re the best team out there?” Kk spoke. Mia scoffed, “Persuade me.” Nika scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Have you seen me play? I make 20 assists a game.” Paige smirked at her teammate. 

“Wow, Nika has talent,” Emani spoke sarcastically as she crossed her arms, “Call us when you can actually shoot a ball or two.” Nika took a step, trying to get into the girl’s face, but Kk held her back. “You watch your mouth.” Ice spoke as she nodded towards Emani. Emani put her hands up in surrender, a smirk on her face.

“What? Can’t take a little trash talk? Come on, I thought you guys were tougher than that.” Carmen said as she looked at the five opponents. “Says you, Carmen. Your little feelings get hurt every time I make a three on you.” Azzi exclaimed as she looked the girl up and down.

Carmen chuckled, “I couldn’t give a fuck about a three you make, fudd. We all know what-“ Carmen was cut off by a loud thud that came from the other side of the bar. The rest of the girls followed her look, noticing the bar getting quiet. “The fuck?” Nyla muttered as she watched the scene.

“Hey, are you okay?” A girl asked as she crouched down by the guy lying on the ground. The guy didn’t reply to her after a hot second. “Hellooo, are you g-“ Suddenly, he popped up and looked around, his sight landing on the girl in front of him. “Dude, a-” She got cut off by her scream, the guy grabbed onto her arms and sank his teeth into her neck. “Get him off of me!” The bar erupted in chaos, some backing away, others still standing in shock.

It was safe to say that the ten basketball players all had the same expression on their faces. “I know he did not just bite that girl in her neck?” Kk spoke out of shock. Carmen was confused, her eyes not leaving the sight. “We need to go! Like now.” Emani rushed as she quickly got up. Carmen was still standing there, Nyla had to pull her out of her trance.

After everyone made it outside, Mia took a deep breath. “Okay, what the hell was that?!” Carmen still slightly confused, looked inside the window to now see two people running around trying to bite everyone. It must be contagious.

“Like hell we know!” Nika bit back as she looked at the redhead. Mia rolled her eyes, scoffing in the process. “She’s right. How would we know?” Paige spoke. Carmen looked back at the girls, an alarmed expression on her face. “I think it was something in his drink.”

Everyone turned towards her. “I noticed his glass was empty after he fell.” Paige scoffed, amused at this situation. “Why should we believe you?” Their attention was drawn to glass shattering. A person… or whatever it was came out, looking for something. Their face looked swollen and it didn’t look like a human in the face. The thing spotted a person lying on the ground, yelling for help but it was too late.

It got to the girl and bit her leg, the girl screaming in pain. Carmen looked back at Paige, “Does that make you believe me now?” Paige just rolled her arms, grossed out and upset that Carmen was indeed right.

“This isn’t possible.” Ice spoke out of fright as she looked around. Nyla raised her eyebrows, “It looks pretty possible to me.” she spoke back smartly, Ice groaned and waved her off. “Shut up, Johnson.” Carmen was thinking about where everyone could go and then she finally remembered.

“I know somewhere we can go but it’s a bit of a run.” The girl told everyone. Mia was quick to nod, “We’re all athletes. We can run a few miles. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.” Carmen nodded, immediately starting to go towards the destination when she noticed all five UConn stars standing still. “Hello?”

“You’ve got life fucked if you think we’re following you.” Paige spoke as she stood. Carmen groaned, she was getting sick of the back and forth thing. “Look, cry all you want but I recommend following me. Where I’m going has food, weapons and places to sleep. So unless you wanna die out here like a little bitch, I suggest you toughen up and follow me.” Carmen finalized and turned back around. Paige groaned, looking at her teammates before unfortunately following the Michigan team.

-

It had been at least 10 minutes, and the girls were now walking. They stopped running like 8 minutes ago. “Holy fuck. Where is this place you so-called claim to have?” Nika complained as she continued to follow. Carmen looked at the girl before shaking her head. “Stop complaining. We’re almost there.” Carmen noticed the familiar sidewalk that led up to the destination and smiled. She always spent her summers here.

After a few more steps, Carmen stopped right in front of the safe house. “Holy shit.” Emani cursed as she noticed the house. “What is this, some kind of safe house?” Paige asked as she crossed her arms. Carmen just nodded, walking towards the entrance. “This should keep us good for a while. At least until everything cools down.”

The ten young women walked inside, being met with the smell of cinnamon and vanilla. Her grandma always loved the two, so she made sure to keep the house smelling like them all the time. “It smells good.” Carmen just nodded, locking the door behind them. “Okay. We all saw what happened back there.”

Everyone just nodded, still a bit shocked. Azzi then spoke up, knowing that the none of them knew what was going on at this moment. “Let’s turn on the news. Keep us updated.” Carmen nodded, going into the couch arm rest to get the remote. Everyone piled up in the living room, UConn on one side, Michigan on the other. You’d think everyone hated each other guts and it was some type of war going on, which technically, they do hate each other guts but still.

Carmen turned to the news. A lady stood out in front the bar they just recently ran from, looking a bit too close due to the fact that’s where everything transpired.

“It appears that the outbreak has occurred right here at the Vile Bar right on Northwood street in Michigan. One moment, a male supposedly collapsed out of no where and the next, a woman has gotten bitten.”

Carmen continued to watch, knowing that they were all there when it happened. Then, the tv had cut to the news reporters that sit down in the studio.

h

The 20 pairs of eyes never left the screen, invested in what was being said. This was obviously a very serious matter and it was only going to get worse.

“Never in a million years would we have thought this would happen. you’ve probably seen it in video games or movies but this is real life. We suggest you stay inside and stay safe, make sure to tell your loved ones you love them and hope for the best. Goodluck.” Carmen turned the tv off, not quite satisfied with what was told, she expected more information. not some fuck ass ‘goodluck.’

“Goodluck? The fuck is a ‘goodluck’ gonna do for us?” Ice spoke as she looked at everyone. “Don’t know. but we’re safe so there’s nothing to worry about.” Carmen spoke as she stood, walking to the kitchen. Paige, still confused on certain things, began to question the girl.

“How is this gonna work? I mean, say we do run out of things. It’s ten of us!” Carmen opened her pantry to see it luckily stocked and filled with food and treats. She checked every place that could possibly have food and was met with satisfaction. “Don’t worry about food. We’ve got plenty.”

“Okay, fantastic but what about everything else? Electricity? The weapons? Where are we all gonna sleep?” Ice asked as she stood. Carmen turned around to be met with all eyes on her. She just sighed, “There’s 2 bedrooms up here and a basement. If you want to include the living room as a spot to sleep then so be it. I told you guys we’re gonna be fine.”

“I think we should stay in the basement. Safest place in the house.” Mia said as she looked at everyone. Nika scoffed, “are you dumb? why would we go to the basement?” Mia snapped her head towards the brunette. “Why wouldn’t we, Nika?” Mia then stood up, not liking the way the girl was talking to her.

“What? and let something break in while we’re all down there? you gonna come up and kill it?” Nika sassed as she crossed her arms. Mia glared at the girl, “If I have to then yea. We all know you’re not capable of doing it.” Nika mugged her. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She took a step closer to Mia, making them face to face.

Mia scoffed, “Exactly what I said. You’re a pussy.” Nika shoved the girl, making her stumble into Emani. Mia held her arms up in surrender, a smirk on her face. “Cut it out!” Carmen yelled from the kitchen, making everyone turn to her. “Whatever we have between us has to be put to the side. There’s people out there dying and running around trying to bite people in their fucking necks!”

Nika huffed, looking at Mia before looking back at Carmen. “I understand we all hate each other but us going back and forth like this ain’t doing anyone any favors.” Paige sighed, looking at everyone. “Shes right. As much as we all hate each other, we gotta grow up. Especially if we’re all gonna be with each for who knows how long.”

Carmen gave the blonde a look of gratitude, appreciative of the fact that the girl was able to compromise. It was quiet for a moment before a soft voice spoke. “What if some people stay up here and the rest downstairs?” Everyone looked at Emma.

“Are you guys sure you wanna be separated?” Emani asked as she laid on Nyla. “I mean… it’s not the smartest move but if everyone is comfortable, then why not?” Emma reasoned as she stood next to Carmen. The braided hair girl nodded, not opposed to the idea.

“Aright, it’s settled. Me and my girls will stay downstairs, Paige, you and your team can stay up here.” Carmen spoke. Paige put her hand up, “hold up. what if we wanted to stay downstairs?” Carmen looked at the blonde. “Nika just had a whole tantrum about not wanting to go downstairs. I think that says enough.”

Nika flipped the girl off, rolling her eyes and flopping on the couch. Emma and Emani were the first ones to go down there, turning on the light to see a cozy basement. It had a couch, a tv and a bathroom. it was almost like an extra bedroom.

“is anyone hungry? thirsty?” Carmen asked as she walked into the kitchen. “I’ll take a water.” Azzi said as she sat next to ice on the couch. “yea me too.” Carmen just grabbed 7 water bottles and set them on the counter. “Where’s your bathroom?” Kk asked Carmen.

Carmen nodded towards the hallway, “Two doors down to your right.” Kk nodded and turned the hallway light on since it was dark. She found the bathroom and went inside. “Never did I once think I would be staying with the opps.” Nika spoke as she stared into space. “you know, we’re not the worst people in the world.” Mia stated as she looked at the brunette.

Nika sighed and looked over at the girl. “You’re gonna have to prove that, sweetheart.” Mia just shrugged, the nickname not bothering her. Azzi went next to paige and sat down. She leaned her head against the blonde and wrapped her hands around her arm. Paige let her, pulling the curly head closer. Carmen watched the whole interaction, only looking away when the two noticed her eyes on them.

Paige and Azzi looked at each other before looking back at Carmen. Carmen looked at everything but them, not wanting to make things awkward. She then remembered about the weapons in the back office. She shot up off the counter, looking for the keys in the drawers.

Kk came out the bathroom, going right next to Ice. “What are you looking for?” Nyla asked as she played with her hair. Carmen didn’t answer right away, focusing on the task ahead of her. “Keys.” She simply replied. “For what?” Mia pressed.

Carmen found the keys in the drawer under the dish rack and looked at the girls in front of her. “Weapons.” She closed the drawer and walked towards the back. “Oh, fuck yea.” Nyla commented as she stood. Carmen heard pairs of footsteps behind her, not bothering to tell them to stay where they are.

She unlocked the office and turned the light on. It looked like a regular working office but there was a door right behind the working desk. Carmen nodded, walking towards it and unlocking that door as well. When she opened it, two large boxes were inside. she pulled one out, opening it and looking inside. Everyone else looked inside too, looking at all the weapons inside the box.

“How does one acquire so many weapons?” Carmen just shook her head, “My grandparents are lowkey crazy..” She hopes they’re doing okay, she noted to contact her family. “This should be enough for everyone. Nyla, can you go get Emma and Emani?” Carmen asked as she grabbed the desk chair and pulled it up to the box. She sat down on the chair, and looked at everyone. Just analyzing.

“Wait, are we all getting assigned our own weapons?” Nika asked, she was excited but didn’t show it. Carmen nodded, still looking at everyone. “Yall are responsible for these things, alright? please only use them when necessary.” The three girls came back into the room, now joining the circle the girls has created. “Can I get a gun?”

Carmen looked at Nyla, a laugh escaping her lips. “Hell no.” Nyla just scoffed and shook her head. The girl was known for being clumsy, so Carmen would be stupid to give her a gun.

-

“Has anyone got a hold of the rest of the team?” Paige asked as she looked at her phone. She was met with disagreements around the room, her heart dropping. “My phone literally just died.” Ice spoke as she leaned against the couch. Azzi looked at paige, “I texted but no one has responded.” Paige just nodded, turning her phone off to not stress herself even more.

Carmen came upstairs because Emani wanted some chips, and since the girl loved her so much, she decided to get them for her. “Yall good?” Carmen asked as she noticed everyone was slightly off. Paige nodded, “Hey, you got in touch with any of your people?”

Carmen looked at her, “Only my grandparents. i haven’t heard from my teammates though.” Paige nodded, “us either.” Carmen noticed how close her and azzi were but ignored it. She then noticed how everyone looked slightly uncomfortable. She looked down at her clothes and realized why.

“Tell you what. Tomorrow’ll be a new day. There’s a mall right up the street from here, we can all go get some clothes. I know you guys are uncomfortable.” Paige just nodded, a small smile on her face. “Yea, that’ll be nice.” Carmen nodded, grabbing the chips before turning off the light.

“Goodnight, uconn.” She teased. Paige chuckled, “night, michigan.” Carmen just grinned and closed the door, going back to her team. When she got down there, she saw Emma and Nyla sleep. “What were yall talking about?” Mia asked as Carmen got back onto the couch. Carmen told them what happened and went to bed, they all had a day to look forward to tomorrow.

-

Carmen didn’t feel right. She felt off, like something had changed. Was it always this cold? She got up and immediately grabbed her pocket knife, looking around the basement. Everyone was still asleep, it was 5 in the morning to be fair.

She didn’t notice anything different so she made her way upstairs, slowly walking towards the door. She opened it, the place was quiet. She looked over to see Ice and Kk on the couch. Immediately her mind went to Paige and Azzi.

She walked towards the first bedroom, taking a peak inside. Nika was spread across the bed, the cover hanging off of her. Carmen just closed the door back up, letting the girl be. She then made her way towards the second bedroom, listening in for any movement.

She didn’t hear anything and opened the door quietly. The first thing she noticed was the window. It was wide open, making her sigh in annoyance but also in relief. She walked towards the window, not even thinking to look at the bed until she turned back around and noticed the two bodies fully up, looking at her.

She jumped, her pocket knife dropping out her hand. “Sorry.” Azzi apologized as she watched Carmen pick her knife back up. “No, you’re fine,” Carmen sighed. “It felt like something was off so I came up here to check.” She explained.

“It got hot.” Paige spoke. Carmen looked up and noticed this wasn’t the room with a ceiling fan, making her sigh in realization. “There’s a fan in the office, do you want it? I just don’t feel safe with windows open.” Carmen offered as she put her knife back in her pocket.

“Yeah, we’ll take it.” Azzi softly spoke as she pulled the cover over her more. Carmen just nodded before leaving the room and quickly coming back with the fan. She set it up for them and sighed, “There you go.” Carmen walked towards the door but stopped when Paige called out. “Thank you, carmen.” The girl looked at the couple, her stomach flipping as she just nodded.

“Don’t mention it.” Carmen closed the door before letting out a breath. She shook her head before walking back towards the basement. It was still early so she might as well go back to sleep.

“that was strange, no?” Azzi asked as she looked at the blonde. Paige just shrugged, not thinking much of it. “Let’s get some sleep.” Azzi nodded, kissing the blonde on her cheek before lying down completely. Paige followed her movements, getting comfortable in the blankets.

-

“Ugh, where the bacon at?” Nyla asked as she, Emani and Mia stood in the kitchen. They hadn’t mean to be loud, but they woke up Nika and that girl is grumpy when she gets waken up. Nika came out, her hair a bit frizzy but she didn’t care. “Can yall be any louder?” Mia’s head moved at the girls deep voice, a bit taken aback that she sounded like that. Nyla face went blank, “my bad, muhl.” Nika just rolled her eyes before stepping more into the kitchen.

“What are yall even making?” She asked as she scratched her head. Emani turned around, a spatula in her hand. “Breakfast! you like pancakes, right?” Nika just nodded, then looked at Mia who hadn’t looked away from the brunette. Her defensive instincts came, getting a bit self conscious. “You need something?” Mia shook her head, a small grin on her face as she just looked away. Nika’s eyes kept on the girl before she heard a groan come from behind her.

“I smell food.” Kk’s voice could be heard, making Nika mood lift a bit. She sat next to the brunette and hugged her, Nika leaning more into it. “Is anyone else awake?” Mia shook her head, sighing in the process. “Nope. They need to get up, though. Didn’t Carmen say something about a mall?”

Emani nodded her head, finishing the final pancake and sat it on a plate. “Well, breakfast is ready. Go crazy.” She spoke softly as she grabbed dirty dishes and placed them in the sink. Kk was the first in line, grabbing a plate and placing food on it. “Don’t over do it, Kamorea.” Nika spoke as she grabbed a plate as well. Kk just rolled her eyes, waving the girl off. Emani heard footsteps coming up the stairs so she just opened the basements door.

Carmen could be shown walking out, a tired look on her face. She noticed the breakfast on the table, a small smile on her face. “You guys are so nice.” Emani just chuckled, cleaning up any messes she made before grabbing a plate herself. Carmen noticed Paige and Azzi wasn’t there with everyone, not that she cared..

“ICE!” The girl flinched, Kk’s loud voice waking her up. Kk just laughed, taking a bite of her pancake. “Bro, you always doing dumb shit.” Ice muttered as she hid her face from the light. “Can you go wake up paige and azzi?” Nyla asked Carmen. The girl looked at her like she was crazy.

“Why I gotta go do it?” Nyla pointed at everyone. “We all eating, you not.” Carmen just smacked her lips, shaking her head before walking towards the bedroom. She knocked twice before she heard Paige’s voice. “Come in.”

She opened the door softly to see the two looking at her. “Hey, there’s breakfast.” She stated simply, taking note on how the two look like they just woke up. Paige nodded, “Okay. we’ll be out.” Carmen just gave a tight lipped smile before backing up. She didn’t know why things felt a little different between them and her, it was almost like they were speaking about something without actually talking.

“So what’s the word about this mall or whatever?” Nika asked as she took one last bite of her eggs and washed her plate. Carmen finally got her food, sitting down at the dining table. “It’s right up the street.” Paige and Azzi came out while carmen was talking mid sentence, going straight to the kitchen.

“All we can do is pray that there aren’t any of those infected people inside.” Carmen finished as she looked at her food. “I don’t think it’s gonna be empty. Especially since things are so fresh.” Azzi spoke as she ate a pancake. Carmen nodded, a small smirk on her face, “which is why we have our protection.” Azzi nodded, going back to her food.

Carmen looked at everyone as she just thought. About how unfortunate things had went in not even 24 hours, about how at one point they would run out of food, about how in some way she felt responsible for these girls. They’re in a crisis and things don’t always go how you want them. “Is Emma not up yet?” Mia asked as she noticed the girls absence.

Carmen set her plate on the counter, going straight for the basement. “After I get her up, we can head out.” carmen went downstairs and noticed Emma lying there, but she was awake. “Em, you okay?” Emma hummed back, her eyes still on the ceiling. Her body was limp, the blanket still covering her bottom half. Carmen knew something was wrong, “talk to me.” Emma sighed softly, her fingers slightly playing with the strings of a pillow. The question she asked shocked Carmen, it was so abrupt and random. She almost didn’t know what to say.

“What if one of us dies today?”

Carmen heart dropped, the question taking her aback. “I won’t let that happen, Emma.” The girl looked at Carmen. “Anything can happen, carmie.” And she’s right. Anything can happen and that’s what terrified her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” Emma smiled softly. She looked back at the ceiling, grateful of Carmen words but she had a feeling in her brain.

“I just want you to know,” Emma started as she put her hand on top of Carmen’s. “If anything does happen, please don’t blame yourself.” Carmen looked at the girl, waiting for her to continue. “I know how bad that can get and I don’t want you to get that bad.” Carmen swallowed, her throat going dry.

Emma was always the one Carmen went to first, when it came to anything. Emma always knew what to say and always kept it real with her. She felt the most connected with her and the girl truly had nothing bad to say about her. “Promise me, carmie.” Carmen looked at the girl, gaining her voice back. “I promise, Em.” For her, she’ll try.

my goal is to keep this under 5 parts, no more than 7.

yes, people will be getting killed off (including some of the girls) so be prepared for that

again, this is my first time writing something like this so hopefully it turns out good

byee

[vladbellylover]

(Part 1) It’s happening, today is that day.

Of the party! Or at least, that’s what Grant thought when Bruce told him the cramps he was feeling were just Braxton hicks. He had spent the day on the couch as they came in waves. Bruce did a bit more prepping; he cleaned the house, made sure the nursery was all set, cleaned the hot tub, and put out some food.

“How’s my baby daddy doing?” Bruce teased.

“Same as always, huge and in pain,” Grant pauses, “The normal gestational period for triplets is 32 weeks, I’ve been pregnant for 38. If I’m not in labor by Monday I want to be induced. I’m sorry, I know that you would’ve done great delivering them, but-”

“Relax babe, we will do whatever makes you happiest, you’re the one with the babies.” The men began to arrive shortly after, around noon. Chuck and Leo arrived at the same time, Bruce opened the door to catch Leo admiring the fact that Chuck was clearly commando. Kyle got there shortly after, letting himself in, he was fairly close to Bruce and Grant. They gabbed for a bit, rubbed Grant’s distended belly, ate, felt close to each other. It was almost two when Chuck inquired about the hot tub; every party and hangout the two hosted included the tub bubbling. Bruce had been primarily unsure, given his partners condition, but he seemed ok with it.

Chuck came out in a tight green g string, weighed down by his heavy assets. Leo came out in bright, floral swim shorts, he loved having the attention on him. Kyle came out in a hot pink speedo, his bulge comparable to chucks. Bruce went to change and asked Grant if he wanted to come with.

“You guys go without me. The babies are kicking really hard right now, I wouldn’t be surprised if a foot popped out of my hole!” Grant chuckled, “besides, none of my bathing suits fit.”

Before Bruce could say anything, Chuck chimed in. “Just go naked, I don’t think anyone would complain.”

Grant ignored him, but Bruce smirked. Within seconds, he was undressed. “That’s a lovely idea, I think I will. Grant?” He looked up, the fact that babies had stopped kicking, and that he had been so quick to make him feel more comfortable, they both knew Chuck would love a chance to get with Grant. The guys walked outside while Bruce helped him undress. He couldn’t lie, their work was impeccable; the babies were strong, 70th percentile, the nurse had even said they had patterns similar to babies born with full heads of hair. Bruce knew that they would be alright, and he also knew that those “hard kicks” that had left Grant sweaty and somewhat mute for 4 minutes straight were not what they seemed.

Grant waddled his way out with Bruce’s assistance, the warm water on his stomach resulting in an audible sigh of relief as he rested his head on his partners shoulder. The guys reveled at this chance, they had never expected to see the two of them nude! Bruce’s cock floated close to his knees, and Grant’s cock - while not as large as his partners - complimented his perfect peach nicely. The three other men could only imagine what they looked like hard. Despite their best efforts, Bruce kept the conversation at compliments and adoration, and away from proposition. Grant seemed somewhat clocked out of the conversation, his eyes closed and face scrunched as he held his belly.

He opened his eyes eventually and excused himself to go pee. Chuck insistently asked about Grant in bed, and Bruce ignored him in favor of Kyle’s empathetic questions. They all seemed oblivious to the fact that Leo had his eyes fixated between Bruce’s tree trunk thighs. Grant returned sometime later, no doubt due to the fact that his trip to and back most definitely took longer than his actual task. He paused as he noticed fluid trickling down his legs. His face turned red hot as the other men stared and Bruce got out to help him.

“I… I just peed… it’s probably hot tub water.” He held his stomach tight and looked down.

“No babe, it’s not, and it’s not pee. Why don’t you get back in the hot tub so I can check your dilation.” Grant looked up in shock at Bruce’s face, he looked certain, and Grant became certain too when another contraction shot through him. Kyle and Leo shared each other’s worry, but Chuck continued to smirk as he had been since Grant had walked out. Grant truly knew then, it was time.

Stay tuned for part 2!

[mistfallenmemes]

𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴

"Oh, I leave quite an impression."

"You're wonderin' why half his clothes went missin'? My body's where they're at."

"Now I'm gone but you're still layin' next to me."

"I heard you're back together."

"You'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you."

"If you want forever... and I bet you do."

"He's funny now? All his jokes hit different? Guess who he learned them from."

"Every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feelin' mine."

"Every time you breathe his air, just know I was already there."

"You can have him if you like; I've been there, done that once or twice."

"I know I've been known to share."

𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚂𝙴

"I know I have good judgment."

"I know I have good taste."

"It's funny and it's ironic that only I feel that way."

"I promised 'em that you're different and everyone makes mistakes."

"I heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand-up guy."

"Whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight."

"I tell them it's just your culture and everyone rolls their eyes."

"Please, please, please, don't prove I'm right."

"Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup so nice."

"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another."

"I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker."

"Well, I have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside?"

"I know you're cravin' some fresh air, but the ceiling fan is so nice."

"We could live so happily if no one knows that you're with me."

"Don't prove I'm right."

"Heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another. I beg you, don't embarrass me."

"If you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me."

"Don't make me hate you prolifically."

𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂

"When I love you, I'm sweet like an angel."

"I'm drawin' hearts 'round our names, and dreamin' of writing vows, rockin' cradles."

"Don't mistake my nice for naive"

"I don't waste a second, I know lots of guys."

"You do somethin' suspect, this cute ass bye-bye."

"Baby, you say you really like it; being mine?"

"Let me give you some advice."

"It's not that complicated."

"You should stay in my good graces."

"It's not that complicated. You should stay in my good graces."

"No one's more amazin' at turnin' lovin' into hatred."

"I'll tell the world you finish your... chores... prematurely."

"Break my heart and I swear I'm movin' on with your favorite athlete."

"I want you every second, don't need other guys."

"You do somethin' sus, kiss my cute ass bye."

"I won't give a fuck about you."

𝚂𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙿𝙴𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙻

"I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed."

"We had sex, I met your best friends!"

"A bird flies by and you forget."

"I don't hear a word til your guilt creeps in."

"You left me with a lot of shit to second-guess."

"Guess I'll waste another year on wonderin' if."

"If that was casual, then I'm an idiot."

"I'm lookin' for an answer in-between the lines."

"You're lyin' to yourself if you think we're fine."

"You're confused and I'm upset, but we never talk about it."

"All the silence just makes it worse."

"We never talk about how you found God at your ex's house."

"You always made sure that the phone was face-down."

"Seems like overnight, I'm just the bitch you hate now."

"You guilt-tripped me to open up to you!"

"We don't talk about it."

𝙲𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴

"The second I put my head on your chest, she knew."

"She's got a real sixth sense."

"Without her even being here, she's back in your life."

"Now she's in the same damn city on the same damn night, and you've lost all your common sense."

"What a coincidence."

"Last week, you didn't have any doubts. This week, you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth."

She's sending you some pictures, wearing less and less, trying to turn the past into the present tense."

"You told me the truth... minus seven percent."

"What a surprise, your phone just died."

"Your car drove itself from L.A. to her thighs?"

"... but who's by your side?"

"Damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew."

"At least that's what you said."

𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙼

"I was in a sheer dress the day that we met."

"We were both in a rush."

"Your friend hit me up so we could connect."

"What are the odds?"

"And now the next thing I know..."

"I manifest that you're oversized... I digress."

"Who's the cute boy with the white jacket and the thick accent?"

"Maybe it's all in my head."

"But I bet we'd have really good bed chem."

"How you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round, oh, it just makes sense."

"How you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things, that's bed chem."

"How you're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means, and I'm obsessed."

"Are you free next week?"

"Come right on me... I mean camaraderie!"

"Said you're not in my time zone, but you wanna be."

"Where art thou? Why not uponeth me?"

"I see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy."

"Who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big, bad mmm?"

"I know I sound a bit redundant."

"It just makes sense."

"You talk so sweet when you're doing bad things."

"You're looking at me, yeah, I know what that means."

"And I bet we'd both arrive at the same time."

"And I bet the thermostat's set at six-nine."

"And I bet it's even better than in my head."

𝙴𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾

"He's thinkin' 'bout me every night."

"Isn't that sweet?"

"I guess so."

"Say you can't sleep, baby, I know."

"I can't relate to desperation."

"My 'give a fucks' are on vacation."

"I got this one boy and he won't stop calling."

"When they act this way I know I got em'."

"Too bad your ex don't do it for ya."

"Walked in and dream came trued it for ya."

"Soft skin and I perfumed it for ya."

"I know I Mountain Dew it for ya."

"That morning coffee brewed it for ya."

"One touch and I brand newed it for ya."

"Holy shit."

"I'm working late..."

"He looks so cute wrapped around my finger."

"My twisted humor makes him laugh so often."

"My honey bee, come and get this pollen."

"Isn't that sweet?"

"I guess so."

𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙱 & 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲

"You're so dumb and poetic."

"It's just what I fall for, I like the aesthetic."

"Every self-help book, you've already read it."

"You cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented."

"You get a gold star for hi-brow manipulation."

"You try to come off like you're soft and well-spoken."

"You jack off to lyrics by Leonard Cohen."

"I don't think you understand."

"Just 'cause you talk like one, it doesn't make you a man."

"You're so sad there's no communication, but baby, you put us in this situation."

"You're running so fast from the hearts that you're breakin'."

"You're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife."

"I promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life."

"You crashed the car and abandoned the wreckage."

"You fuck with my head like it's some kind of fetish."

"Just 'cause you leave like one, it doesn't make you a man."

𝚂𝙻𝙸𝙼 𝙿𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝚂

"Guess I'll end this life alone."

"I am not dramatic, these are just the thoughts that pass right through me."

"All the douchebags in my phone... if they're winning, I'm just losing."

"A boy who's jacked and kind. Can't find his ass to save my life."

"It's slim pickins."

"If I can't have the one I love, I guess it's you that I'll be kissin'."

"Since the good ones are deceased or taken, I'll just keep on moanin' and bitchin'."

"Jesus, what's a girl to do?"

"This boy doesn't even know the difference between "there", "their", and "they are"."

"He's naked in my room."

"God knows that he isn't livin' large."

"A boy who's nice, that breathes? I swear, he's nowhere to be seen."

"Since the good ones call their exes wasted, and since the Lord forgot my gay awakening, then I'll just be here in the kitchen."

𝙹𝚄𝙽𝙾

"I don't have to tell your hot ass a thing, you just get it."

"Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit."

"God bless your dad's genetics."

"You make me wanna make you fall in love."

"Late at night, I'm thinking 'bout you."

"Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?"

"Oh, I hear you knockin', baby. Come on up."

"I know you want my touch for life

"If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno."

"You know I just might let you lock me down tonight."

"One of me is cute, but two, though?"

"Give it to me, baby."

"I showed my friends, then we high-fived. Sorry if you feel objectified."

"I can't help myself, hormones are high."

"You give me more than just some butterflies."

"Wanna try out some freaky positions?"

"Have you ever tried this one?"

"If you love me right, then who knows?"

"I might let you make me Juno."

"Adore me."

"Hold me and explore me."

"Mark your territory."

"Tell me I'm the only one."

"Adore me, hold me and explore me."

"I'm so fucking horny."

𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻𝚂

"Don't swear on your mom that it's the first drink that you've had in like a month."

"Don't say it was just an isolated incident that happened once."

"There's no need to pretend."

"I've never seen an ugly truth that I can't bend to something that looks better."

"I'm stupid, but I'm clever."

"I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever."

"You don't have to lie to girls."

"If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves."

"You don't have to lie to girls. If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves."

"Don't I know it better than anyone else?"

"All of your best excuses don't stand a chance."

"It isn't ideal, but damn."

"You don't even have to try."

"You don't have to lift a finger."

"It's lucky for you I'm just like my mother."

"We love to read the cold, hard facts and swear they're incorrect."

"We love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest."

"You don't have to lie to girls. If they like you, they'll just lie to themselves. Don't I know it better than anyone else?"

"Girls will cry and girls will lie and girls will do it 'til they die for you."

"Girls will lose their goddamn minds for you."

𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴

"Don't smile because it happened, baby, cry because it's over."

"You're supposed to think about me every time you hold her."

"My heart is heavy now, it's like a hundred pounds."

"It's falling faster than the way you love to shut me down."

"I think I need a shower."

"My friends are taking shots."

"You think it's happy hour, for me it's not."

"Don't smile because it happened."

"Cry because it's over."

"I want you to miss me."

"I stay in, and when the girls come home I want one of them to take my phone and lose your number."

"I don't wanna be tempted."

"You can fake it, but you know I know."

[nephilimeq]

Accidentally in Love

Prompt: Didn't Realize They Were Dating

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161775760

Buck stared at the calendar that he and Tommy left on the front of their fridge, checking to see when they were next going to the farmer’s market, as they were getting low on a few things that he needed for his next dinner dish that he wanted to try out.

He heard Tommy come in from the garage and called out over his shoulder, “Hey, babe, you need more organic apples for your smoothies?”

“Nope, switching over to blueberries,” his boyfriend replied.

Buck smiled at that, loving the fact that Tommy constantly switched between fruits every few weeks. He’d go on a kick for about a month at a time, all depending on whatever suited his mood, nothing to do with what was in season, and then would use only that fruit and talk obsessively about it during that time, going on deep dives in the same way that Buck usually did with his own interests. It was one of those things that he’d found out about him after they had started dating a second time, his obsession at the time being pears.

He made a note on their shopping list and then looked at when their next time having the kids over was supposed to be. After their weekend with all five of them, they had found that they wanted to do it again and so had made the arrangements…and from the look of things, it was still another three weeks until the sleepover.

Buck then sighed as he noted the lack of date nights on their calendar.

In fact, it had been a while since they’d gone a date, now that he thought of it.

They’d had their beach weekend, as well as their date two months ago for Valentine’s Day, but since then they hadn’t gone out for another date. Had they become complacent? He hated to think that after just a few months of living together, they had already fallen into a rut.

Feeling a bit unsettled, he looked at the rest of their calendar.

Under Thursday it said, 2pm p/u new gym equipment. Tommy had found a better lateral lift set up than the one he had and had made a deal with the guy online to trade it for some free car maintenance, and then they would be loading it into the back of his truck and bringing it home. Friday had a small note scrawled in red pen, Muay Thai practice w/ Evan, and on Saturday it said, farmers market, 11am, and as much as he enjoyed doing both of those things with him, he couldn’t help but feel like they had become a habit.

“Hey, uh…we should do something Saturday night,” he suggested as Tommy walked into the kitchen, wiping himself down with his workout towel.

His boyfriend gave him a look.

“Yeah, sure, I guess if you really wanna go out,” he said, opening the fridge and giving the shelves a once over. “But we have that amazing new recipe we were gonna try and I was finally going to get you to watch Serendipity with me—but if you want to, we can find something else to do…”

Buck shook his head.

“No, not…I mean, like…like a date. I thought we could go on a date,” he said, somehow feeling as flustered as he’d been when Tommy had first asked him out, and his boyfriend looked up from where he was seemingly debating whether or not their cheese was still good and arched an eyebrow at him.

“Evan, are you asking me out?” he said with a flirtatious smirk, popping out his hip, and he huffed out a laugh and shook his head a second time and said, “Yeah, I guess I am. I mean, c’mon, Tommy. Between the trips to the farmer’s market and the Muay Thai and the-the random trips to trade either my baked goods or your car maintenance skill for some new thing for the garage or the home gym, we don’t…we’ve not exactly been doing all that much,” he finished, feeling a bit put on the spot.

Tommys brow furrowed, and he gave Buck a look…

…and then he said, “Evan, we go out all the time. Do you not remember that cupcake place we went to yesterday?”

Buck shuffled his feet and replied, “Well, yeah, but that’s because you were searching for a new place that had some decent gluten free options after your doctor told you that you had a sensitivity,” and grabbed at the towel over his shoulder, needing something in his hands.

His boyfriend raised an eyebrow.

“Two weeks ago, we had lunch at the new place that Hen’s been telling you about for the past month, and just last week we went to the private tour that I gifted you for Valentine’s Day,” he added, and Buck nodded.

“Yeah, but that lunch was because neither of us had time to go home to pick up the leftovers that we were supposed to have,” the younger firefighter explained away a second time, still not sure why his boyfriend kept on giving him a look. “And-and the tour was a gift, and you’re not really a fan of that sort of thing, so it doesn’t count…”

His voice trailed off and he stared at Tommy, trying to figure out what was going on…

And then the older man started laughing, his eyes crinkling up in the corners as he shook his head and said, “Oh, god, you are so cute…”

Buck felt off-footed at his boyfriend’s amusement and stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a dish towel in his hands feeling like he had missed some part of their conversation—and then Tommy moved towards him and said, “Babe, we go out on dates all the time. Did someone tell you that a date had to have dinner or sex to make it a date?” he asked jokingly, and Buck flushed, not wanting to admit that he had thought it had to have some sort of romantic component to make it a date.

“Uh, I…uh I thought that one of us had to at least ask the other person out,” he hesitantly said, and Tommy grinned and replied, “I mean, yeah, sure, that’s always nice, but every single time we go out, just the two of us, and it doesn’t involve groceries,” he amended, “Then…yeah. I think of it as a date…”

Buck raised an eyebrow.

“You do?”

Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I do. I mean, I do love our nicer dates, for sure, but I’ve been trying to make sure that we do things together every week so that neither of us feels neglected,” he explained, moving in closer than before and hooking a finger through one of firefighter’s belt loops. “If you want something nicer, though, to be reminded that you’re still being romanced, we can do that, too. I don’t want you to feel like I’m neglecting you…”

Buck felt his heart swell in his chest at his boyfriend’s sweet words and he tilted his head and regarded him softly, and then said, “You’re not neglecting me.”

“…But you’d like something fancy once in a while?”

He licked his lips. Nodded.

Tommy gave him one of those crinkly smiles that he loved so much and said, “I can do that. Hell, I love seeing you dressed up in a suit, so I’m not complaining. How about this, then.” He wrapped his arms around Buck’s waist. “Once a month I take us out someplace where we have to dress up. Doesn’t have to be expensive, but it does have to be an excuse where we get to see each other all fancy, and we can end the night with hot and sweaty sex every time. Does that sound good?” he asked, squeezing his waist…

…and Buck nodded a second time and said a bit emphatically, “Hell, yes. Besides, this means I get to see you in a suit, and that’s always a good thing, too,” and they grinned…and then leaned in at the same time and kissed, and Buck melted into the heat of it, never getting tired of feeling Tommy’s lips on his own.

Just as things started to heat up, however, his boyfriend’s phone suddenly went off.

“Mmf, have to get that,” he said, pulling away from the kiss to answer it.

He briefly glanced at the screen—and then Buck stared as the airman coldly and abruptly walked away from him as he took the call, catching a few words from the other end of the line that didn’t quite make sense, but he knew it was a man’s voice, and Tommy looked far too serious as he mouthed to him, ‘I’ll take it in the garage’, and then disappeared back where he had come from.

Okay, so they had some more dates planned—but what the hell had just happened?

Seconds ago they had been well on their way to nice, hot makeout session…but then with one phone call it had stopped?

Usually if someone called while they were making out, Tommy would let Buck go to town on his neck and jawline while he took the call and tried to make them finish it up as quickly as possible without them being any the wiser that anything was going on. It was a sort of game for the two of them to see how long the airman could keep quiet as Buck did his best to make him lose it enough to hangup on the person on the other end.

Instead, he was being given the cold shoulder.

Confused by the mixed signals, he went back to cleaning up the kitchen...and then less than a couple minutes later, his boyfriend was back, plastering himself to his back, saying into his ear, “Sorry about that, it was a work call. Looks like I’m gonna have to switch shifts with Lucy next week. I’ll be working Tuesday and Wednesday, instead of Wednesday and Thursday. You okay with that?”

Buck did his best to act unaffected, nodding and saying, “Yeah, that’s fine,” but fully knowing that it hadn’t been Lucy on the line.

It had been a man.

…why was his boyfriend lying to him?

But before he could think on it for too long, two warm hands slid down under the front of his sweatpants and a hot, wet mouth was on his ear, and everything was forgotten, especially when gentle teeth began to tug at his earlobe, short circuiting his brain in the best way possible, erasing any questions he had in his mind.

“So, I was thinking,” Tommy panted into his neck. “Saturday night, we skip the stay at home date and instead I take you out to this little place I know that has a dress code. How does that sound?”

He stared for a moment—and then nodded.

“Yeah, that-that sounds great,” he replied as his boyfriend’s hands dipped down even further and teased at his hips, fingers going dangerously close to where he really wanted them, his mouth now firmly attached to the back of neck where it felt like he was about to leave a very nicely sized bite mark. Buck let out a soft whine and panted as Tommy finally put his hand on his rising erection at the same time he bit sharply against his skin.

“Da…daddy,” he gasped out and he could feel Tommy grin against his neck as he said, “Yeah, I got you, baby boy…wanna take this upstairs?” and he nodded, soon all thoughts of the odd phone call erased from his mind as his boyfriend hauled them both upstairs to their bedroom.

It could wait.

[loveandleases]

Sooo I kinda have like a little scenario ask for Cam and Kara what would their thoughts/reactions be if say they are at a family dinner Chris is there with Jade they are having a little quiet conversation but something happens and they happily excuse themselves for a moment only to go have a whispered argument somewhere outta sight and Cam or Kara getting up to do something only to end up over hearing a part of Chris and Jade's argument and hearing something about Chris still saying MC's name during sex

Just a little bit of drama to start the day, eh?

"What did she just say?" Cam tries to look around the door frame, only for Kara to grab him by the ear and jerk him back. "Ow—"

"If you don't shut up, they will hear you."

Cam rubs at his ear, a perpetual pout on his lips. "You're such a brat."

Kara can't help but snort a laugh, a little louder than anticipated.

"Did you hear—"

Jade grabs Chris' arm, her fingers digging in a little too tight as she tries to keep them from walking out. "I don't care. Answer my question." Despite how often she hides her annoyance, it's noticeable now—a slight tremor to her words, her brows furrowing.

"Right now really isn't the time to—"

"To what? What, Chris? Talk about how when we were up in your room not even twenty minutes ago having sex, and you said my sibling's name? When is the time for that little discussion? Would you prefer I bring it up at dinner? I'm sure your dad would love to hear about that."

Chris sighs, jerking their arm from Jade as they straighten their sleeve. Jade always knew when and what buttons to push. And Chris’ dad—if she ever wanted to win an argument, there wasn’t a better person to mention to get Chris in line.

A flash of anger shoots through Cam, setting his blood to boil. He wants to make himself known, to interrupt whatever shit show those two are putting on.

"Calm down," Kara whispers, gripping Cam's shirt.

"I am calm." At least, Cam likes to think so. But the idea of that name slipping from Chris' lips makes him sick. To think of Chris thinking of you in that way—it’s enough to drive him insane.

"Then why do you look like you're about to go in there and punch Chris?"

"Because that son-of-a-bitch has no right—"

"You do know the 'bitch' you're referring to is your mother too?"

"I stand by what I said."

Kara rolls her eyes, choosing not to argue. It had to be a mistake. Surely Chris wouldn’t still have lingering feelings for you... right? Probably not, and yet the thought still makes her uneasy.

"It was a slip of the tongue. You're giving it too much credit."

"It’s not just a slip of the tongue. This keeps happening. You’re fucking me and saying their name. How would it feel if I said—"

"My uncle's name? My father’s?" Chris scoffs. "Or are we going to talk about the time you said—"

A sharp crack cuts them off. The sound of Jade’s palm striking Chris’ cheek reverberates through the room.

Everything goes still. Tension tightens the air.

The click of Jade’s heels against the marble floor is the only indication she’s walking away, while Kara keeps her head down, ignoring Jade’s dark gaze. Cam, however, doesn’t move—doesn’t think—as he steps past her, into the room.

Chris runs a hand over their cheek, red blooming across their skin. "Let me guess, you came to give your share?" They don’t meet Cam’s gaze, barely sparing him a glance as they turn to look at the fire crackling behind them.

"I'm not going to hit you."

Chris tilts their head, finally looking at Cam with a slow, knowing smirk. "You sure about that?" Their eyes flick to Cam’s clenched fist.

"I'm giving you a warning, and this is the only time. Don't think for a second there will be another."

Chris chuckles—a slow, mocking sound. "A warning? From you?" They clap their hands together once, slow and deliberate. "Oh, and pray tell, Cammie. What's your little warning?"

The smug amusement in their voice makes Cam’s jaw lock.

"Stay away from them. Get that sick idea out of your head. They don't want you, Chris—"

Chris finally turns, brushing their blonde hair out of their face, eyeing Cam up and down as if he is no more than a speck of dirt to be dealt with.

"Little brother, I could say I hate to tell you this, but why lie?" They step closer, their hand landing heavy on Cam’s shoulder as they lean in, their voice a hushed, taunting whisper.

"They don’t want you either. And if I happen to whisper the name of my former fiancée, I don’t think you or Jade can stop me. But hey," their lips curl in a smirk, voice dripping with mock sympathy, "if it really bothers you that much, maybe you should ask yourself why you care so damn much."

Chris lets the words hang in the air for a moment, watching the tension coil in Cam’s shoulders, the way his jaw tightens, and the heat of anger behind his eyes before adding, just as easily as breathing—

"It's not like they were saying your name when they were in bed with me."

Chris pats Cam’s cheek before turning away, like he’s nothing more than a child-like Cam’s silence is a victory in itself.

[seros-girl]

5. katsuki’s promotion

part(s): one, two, three, four, five, six

WARNING: mentions of sex, angst, nudity

as you lay there in the bathtub, still gasping for air, katsuki enters, buttoning his tuxedo cuffs. “i think i might ask momo to dance at some point if it feels like the-“ he says but stops when he sees you in the tub still.

the bubbles have since disappeared leaving the water clear, your naked form on display for him. “how long do you need to get ready? were gonna be late” he says as he takes a seat on the edge of the tub.

you cover your face, shy and lean back. katsuki smiles and looks over your body in awe. he rests his hand on your thigh.

“you know i’ve been thinking of something kind of crazy” he admits while smiling and looking down. “hm what is it” you said softly, admiring his face. oh how in love you were with him.

he squeezes your thigh and rubs it, going further down. you smile, but you honestly cant think about sex right now.

“lets have a baby” he says smiling now moving his hand to grab yours.

“what?” youre absolutely stunned by the suggestion.

“i mean not right this second, we dont have time. but i love you and i want more of you. and now i think i want a little you. i dont know. it’d be an adventure” he says sincerely.

he gets up ready to walk out and leave you be. “oh here” he says suddenly remembering why he came in here.

he hands you a pill. you stare at it, then look up katsuki. you take it and pop it in your mouth.

you wait till he leaves. you pull the bath plug, spit it out watching it dissolve as you put yourself underwater again.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

the doll house nightclub. you walk in hand in hand with katsuki, as the nightclub is filled with many of the victory residents. a singer on stage.

the biggest night of the year. everyone’s dressed up, having a good time. a 50s band playing with the lead singer, singing her damn heart out. you smile at that.

youre suddenly overwhelmed by how big this place is. its noisy, rowdy. you clutch onto katsuki’s arm and he seems to notice.

“hey you okay?” he asks looking down at you. “mhm” you nod, lying to him.

you find the table your friends are sat at and they all get up to greet you. eijiro and mina dancing in circles, clutching their drinks.

toru gives a little spin of the dress she bought the day you all went shopping. “how good does that look on her! mashirao better watch out. it fits better than it did in the store!” ochako says as toru blushes.

izuku is making mashirao chug a bottle of champagne. he chokes on the bubbles but keeps going, spilling some on his shirt.

katsuki hands you a glass of champagne. you only take it to have something in your hands. “here are the troublemakers!” momo says greeting you all with hugs.

she’s making rounds as the host. “i dont know how were allowed to fit you all in one table!” momo shouts over the music, laughing. “its probably better for insurance purposes” katsuki jokes, making momo laugh.

she touches your arm softly. “y/n, how are you feeling?” she asks you. “im great” you reply smiling. “if i hear glass breaking, im coming right here” she jokes to you all.

everyone laughs way too hard at what momo just said as she moves on to the next table. you watch her go as you catch kyoka. she’s giggling and flirting with denki.

denki seems relaxed, finally relieved to be in the clear after kyoka’s behavior. rumors spread he was bound to get fired. you watch as kyoka kisses denki on the cheek and walks over to the bar.

you grab katsuki’s shoulder getting his attention. he leans down, grabbing your waist to hear you better. “i’ll be right back” you said giving him a soft kiss and leave to the bar.

kyoka grabs two drinks from the bartender as soon as you made it. she turns around to find you standing face to face with her, trapped.

“oh hi. im just going to bring these to denki-“ you cut her off. “you can tell me whatever’s going on” you said seriously. you try and hold eye contact, but kyoka averts her eyes.

“i do have bad dreams. i know theyre hiding something. i know something’s out there. what are they making you cover up?” you ask her quietly.

kyoka stares at you how you all used to look at her, like youre crazy. “i need to find my husband” she says lifting the glasses, her diamond marquis ring shining in the light.

she walks away and you watch her leave and meet katsuki’s eye. he watched the whole interaction. his jaw clenches and looks away.

the band plays a heroic hue as shoto comes out on stage, ready to speak. you quickly move towards your table as you fiddle with your gold pear shaped wedding ring.

you take a seat next to katsuki. you grab his hand, interlocking your fingers. you smile at him as he places a loving kiss on your cheek.

shoto quiets down everyone before he starts his speech. “i just wanted to say thank you to everyone for coming out tonight. this is my favorite time of the year, one where were all together. i love every aspect of tonight, but most importantly to see how far we’ve come” he says smiling at you all.

you look around the room, everyone is watching and listening intently to shoto.

“im so happy to see how much we have grown as a community. and im so happy to say that even now we have grown. please help me welcome the new hire and his wife, tenya and mei iida” shoto announces as he urges them to come up on stage.

you gasp. in your “dream” from last night you saw their profiles as “new users”. you hit katsuki’s arm lightly to get his attention while everyone cheers to welcome the new couple.

“katsuki i need to go home” you said seriously, trying not to burst into tears. “what we just got here?” katsuki said confused.

“welcome to victory, tenya and mei. its an honor to have you both here” he shakes their hands as they walk off to take their seats.

you scan the room again, everyone is laughing but they have no teeth, it’s horrifying. you squeeze your eyes shut to drown it out. you open your eyes again and see everyone is normal.

you grabs katsuki’s arm again.

“we need to get out of here” you whispered at him.

“we’ll get you a drink…” katsuki says now concerned.

“katsuki why dont you come up here for a minute” shoto says into the mic. he was watching the interaction between you two.

katsuki freezes, stature tense as he looks up at shoto. your whole table erupts into cheers as they encourage him to go up.

“please. please lets just go” you plead him, still holding back your tears.

he looks at you and shoto, thinking on what to do. he ends up standing and hurrying on the stage to join shoto.

“katsuki…” you plead desperately, voice cracking.

you watch helplessly as your husband joins shoto on the stage. he blushes, obviously nervous.

“tenya’s gotta work hard. he’ll be taking over katsuki’s job as technical engineer. im pleased to announce that katsuki has been promoted to senior technology manager” shoto announced as your table erupts into cheers.

katsuki shakes shoto’s hand, grateful for this opportunity. you start hyperventilating. you cant watch this. not when something is very obviously wrong.

you get up and run to the bathroom. ochako watches you, concerned.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

you push the door open, gasping for air. you place your hands on your head, breathing in and out as tears slide down your face.

you just want to go home.

a second later, ochako bursts through the door.

“whats gotten into you? katsuki-“ she questions slightly irritated, but you cut her off.

you grab her shoulders to get her to listen to you.

“something bad is happening, something is deeply wrong with this town. and with shoto. and with victory. just something is wrong” you said tears sliding down your face, ruining your makeup.

ochako is stunned at this sudden outburst from you. “okay slow down” she reassures as you cry.

back outside of the bathroom, katsuki is still on stage with shoto. “i heard theres a special way katsuki likes to celebrate good news” shoto says and music starts playing.

katsuki laughs, embarrassed.

“no, no way” he shakes his head laughing.

“i’ve heard your the best” shoto reasons with him.

katsuki shakes his head, secretly loving this. he starts tap dancing to the music, fully immersing himself into it.

the table you were sat at erupts in cheers as izuku, eijiro, and mashirao stand to cheer him on. upon seeing this, katsuki starts doing a full choreography.

back in the bathroom, your word vomitting to ochako about everything.

“i went to victory-“ you said but she cut you off.

“what do you mean you went there?”

“and when i walked inside, i woke up somewhere else” “you walked inside? what are you talking about?!”

“it wasnt even like inside, i was in another room. i was hooked up to some machine, like an experiment of some sort. i heard shoto, he was there and then in the thing i saw “new users” it was tenya and mei” you rambled on.

“that was probably a dream. katsuki must’ve mentioned the new couple or you saw a photo of them once and remembered upon seeing them tonight” she tries gaslighting you.

“kyoka should not be okay. and she’s acting like she’s fine and theyre all covering it up” you said trying to reason with ochako.

ochako backs up a little, scared for you.

katsuki keeps dancing, pouring his all into it. to impress shoto.

“i think shoto brought us all out here” you said nodding and wiping tears, voice hoarse.

“of course he did. he hired-“ ochako starts but you cut her off.

“no! its something else. i think he brought us here for another reason. we cant trust him!” tears slipped out again, you wiped at them furiously.

“honey…” ochako’s voice is soft. “i know it sounds insane i know how it sounds. but you have to believe me, ‘chako, you have to” you plead to her.

youre gettinf louder, and ochako tries to keep you quiet.

“y/n, shoto and momo are just outside-“

“come with me! come with me to headquarters. i’ll prove it you!” you said grabbing her hands ready to walk out, but she yanks you back in.

“come with you- to the headquarters?!” she says confused.

katsuki is sweating. the whole place is impressed as he continues dancing. his eyes trained on shoto, only caring for his approval.

“i can show you what happened” you plead and she shakes her head. “you cant do that” ochako’s voice says firmly.

“we could take kats’ car. no one would notice” “absolutely not. theres no way in-“

“you have to come with me, so i can show you. you have to believe me” “its way too dangerous”

a woman walks in, you’ve seen her before. mezo’s wife, tsuyu. she walks past the both of you and into a stall.

as quietly as possible you plead to ochako.

“‘chako please. please im begging you i can prove it i’ll show you-“

hushing gently ochako says “y/n..”

“you have to let me show you!” you said loudly.

“we can go home-“ ochako reasons.

“im going either way. right now” you said firmly.

katsuki ends his dance, panting and sweating. he looks around as everyone cheers. shoto throws an arm around katsuki.

he looks at their table for you, but he sees your spot is empty. shoto slaps his back gently, snapping him out of his daze.

ochako appears behind izuku, kisses his neck to distract him and pulls car keys out of the jacket. she kisses his lips and hurriedly runs out of the nightclub with you, jumping into izuku’s car and rushing out.

ochako, who’s very nervous, drives the both of you down the empty, scary road. the headlights being the only source of light.

back at the nightclub, shoto still has his arm around katsuki’s shoulders.

“this is why tonight is my favorite night of the year. youre all extraordinary. this is a brotherhood of brilliance. never forget that” shoto exclaims as the crowd cheers.

back in izuku’s car, you keep looking behind you as bunny speeds away to make sure youre not being followed.

ochako is gripping the wheel absolutely terrified. “where’d you learn to drive?” you question her as it now popped into your head.

ochako stutters “s-second nature i dont know doesnr seem so hard” she chuckles nervously. you squint your eyes at her, but ultimately drop it.

“turn your headlights off” you tell her. ochako groans but ultimately looks for the switch and switches it off. youre now enveloped in darkness.

the crowd is stunned, amazed as they continue to cheer for katsuki. katsuki’s eyes trained on shoto only.

“were here because we know we dont need to heed what the rest of the world convinces itself is important or right. you all worked so hard to get here. and i picked each of you. and not just because of your talent and drive, but because of your dedication you demonstrate to our cause” shoto says with power.

the men cheer, ignited. toru’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at mashirao. he smiles down at her and pulls her in a kiss. katsuki continues to look for you in the crowd.

eijiro and mina lock lips, as he holds her stomach. she’s almost due. izuku looks around for ochako, suddenly aware that she’s gone.

ochako parks the car near the lobby and you both waste no time in getting out. the door has a huge lock on it.

“was that not there before?” ochako questions, looking down at you. “thats a sign y/n, we should go before izuku notices-“

you walk back to the car and pop the trunk. you take out the crowbar izuku keeps.

“y/n…” ochako says alarmed now. you walk up to the door and hit the lock as hard as you can. ochako backs up.

“were changing the world. youre changing the world! and we cannot take our foot off the gas” shoto says.

you hit it over and over and over and over and over again, as you cry. you take all of your stress and anxiety out on the stupid lock.

you hit it and CLANK. it comes off. you drop the crowbar, out of breath. you turn to look at ochako and she’s stunned.

“its going to be intense” you warn her and she nods, grabbinf your hands.

you push open the door entering. nothing happens though. youre in a room. and you can see the car on the other side.

no lights. no computers. no shoto’s voice. no dancers.

nothing.

ochako walks in after you. she takes in the empty lobby and front desk. she looks at you.

you walk out not believing it and ready to try again.

“come back out, maybe we didnt-“ you said to ochako and she comes out.

“y/n” she says sighing out.

you stay quiet as your mind realizes something. “shoto did this”

“stop” ochako grabs a hold of your hands softly, smiling down at you.

“you need to get a hold of yourself” she says tears lining her eyes.

“this isnt-“ you start but she shakes her head.

“listen to me. i love you, and i believe that youre seeing things. but i think you should start taking the pills again and see-“

“its not like last time” you said shaking your head.

“we should not be here. you shouldn’t have dragged me into this. im leaving and youre coming with me. get in the car” she demands.

she picks up the crowbar, tossing it back into the trunk and closing it.

you get home to katsuki already asleep. youre in your nightgown, flipping through photo albums. yours and katsuki’s wedding, on vacation, your honeymoon, in niagara falls.

you stare at it and it looks exactly like the ones shoto and momo have along with eijiro and mina.

a plan clicks in your head as you close the book and turn the lights off in the house, sliding into bed next to katsuki.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

you do your morning routine with no problem. bacon sizzling, eggs cooking, coffee roasted.

katsuki takes a long sip of his coffee watching you hum happily.

“im sorry i left early” you apologized for last night, missing his dance.

“i feel sorry for you not seeing my dance” he says clearing his throat.

“im just sorry in general. my behavior recently i dont know im just not in my right head space. but i know how to make it up to you. i invited izuku, ochako, eijiro, mina, toru, mashirao, shoto, and momo” you said eyes lighting up.

“oh and the new couple tenya and mei was it?” you looked up at him for confirmation. he nods and hums. “what for?” he takes a sip of the coffee. “for dinner! i want them to see how great hosts we are. what a great couple we are” you said smiling as you turn the stove off and move towards katsuki.

you throw your arms around his neck and his fly down to your waist. you lead him to the sofa as you softly push him down onto it.

you sit on his lap. “let me do this for you” you whispered to him.

you kiss him as you move to straddle katsuki. katsuki breaks the kiss to check his watch.

“i dont have time-“ he’s cut off by you placing your lips on his. youre turning this into sex.

“were a team right?” you asked him sweetly.

“always” he replies looking up at you.

you pin his hands to the sofa, sensually.

“i love you” you murmured onto his lips.

he’s surprised but not so into it at the moment. youre taking control.

“i love you too” he murmers against your lips. “you and me” you said.

“yes. you and me” katsuki assures and you kiss him once more.

“you and me?” “always”

[cagenewman]

"I wanted to be," he admitted softly. Although he had still been filled to the brim with fear and apprehension, worried about his wife, about what their kids would say, how they would feel, wondering where they would put the nursery, how it would impact their careers to have to put everything on pause to be parents all over again… time went on, and it had only been a few weeks. And he knew that by the time she was showing, when he could start to feel those kicks, he would have felt it. "I had accepted it, you know? Despite everything I felt, I had accepted that we were going to have a baby, ready or not, and I was going to take care of you, and take care of her, and I know you were worried that I was going to hate it, but I think… we both know that wasn't true," the last word was whispered as he shook his head. Although the head shake grew, a little adamantly, as she said that she felt like it was her fault, talked about waiting for the right time. "I don't think either of us planned on getting pregnant that night," and that was the truth. Whatever had happened, it had happened, but it wasn't as though she had pushed him to do something out of turn, something he hadn't wanted to. "It just happened, and losing her, that just happened, too," as sad as it was -- blaming themselves was not going to change anything, definitely wasn't going to make anything better. Watching her as she spoke about the little girl with sandy blonde hair and his blue eyes, he lifted his hand to touch her chin, turning her face up towards him. "But we have a little girl that looks like you. And a boy that's got my lopsided smile, and two kids that are so happy to have a home with us. And we're their parents, and we're so lucky for that," he kept his voice soft, low, even as he heard her question and felt his own eyes fill with tears, dropping his hand to fall with hers, placing a rough, callused palm on top of her hand on her stomach. "yeah." He curled his fingers around her hand, squeezing gently and feeling his breath hitch for a second, letting the immensity of the situation wash over him after a moment, the crushing realization of what this really meant for her, what it could have meant for him, a low noise leaving his throat as those same tears spilled down over his cheek, taking in a small, broken breath that rattled behind his ribs. "I'm really sorry, baby. I didn't," the breath left him on a gasping shudder, "I never wanted this for you."

"I know, Cage." she said, looking at him, no matter how he was feeling he'd never wish any kind of pain and agony on her. Sure, he had hurt her in the past, and even telling her he wasn't excited for a baby had hurt her, but it was never his intention to actually cause her pain. "Part of me thought you were coming around to it, when you mentioned a new carseat, that maybe for a second you were even excited." Her voice was soft, she didn't want him to think she was angry, she was just hurting right now, reeling in the loss that they were both going through. But the last thing she wanted was for him not to feel his own emotions attached to however he felt. Shaking her head, "Part of me wishes it was that simple, not that I want you to feel guilt, but at least we'd have an answer." she murmured, "But this is just... life? I don't know why things happen the way that they do but sometimes we have to just accept it. Even though it really, really fucking sucks." Swallowing she moved to rest her head onto his shoulder. "I feel like it's my fault, if I hadn't pushed, if I had waited for the right time, maybe..." she took a breath, knowing that wasn't how any of this worked. There was a mixture of being able to talk before falling into a fit of tears, needing to continue to get out all the heavy emotions that were eating her up inside. "I feel so empty, and I get that feels weird because I was barely a handful of weeks along but I feel empty now." It was the worst feeling that she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy. "I think the baby was a girl, I just have a gut feeling." Cage saying he had gotten that feeling when he had seen the test, to her, only confirmed it. "And that makes me so sad because a little girl that looks like you, sandy blonde hair, your eyes." Tears dripping off her lashes onto her cheek. A soft bubbled laugh came from her throat, "Not on a little girl, you have more of a boys nose." she said, as she looked at him. "Does it still count?" she asked, "Does it still count that we were parents to another child even if it was for a split second?" she asked, the sadness seeping back into her voice as she laid her hand back against her stomach.

[deadduvznap]

um okay punz 🤨

edit; it happened again

[moeblob]

Happy Birthday to Ferdinand von Aegir!

I actually made 33 emotes, affectionately known as Aegirglyphics to some, for my own personal use on discord. However, I figure why not share some of them! They're free to use for discord servers/icons/pfps or whatever. However, my only request is Do NOT use them as subscriber emotes on Twitch. You can make them free follower emotes but you are not to make them locked behind a paywall.

[nicholasgoodgirl]

on set - nicholas chavez

summary: you came to bring nicholas food on set and he looks too good you gotta help him get off or maybe you're just doing it for yourself.

warning: oral (m receiving), almost caught ig.

a/n: i need this man bad 😩

--

i park my car and get the takeout my boyfriend asked me to get for him while he was on set.

i knocked on his trailer a few times then being met with him, Nicholas i can't lie he looked undeniably good.

a part of me feels bad because he's getting put into character for this role and i liked it. every bit of it.

the way his hair is styled, paired with the old money clothing. he was perfect. "you good?" not sure how long he was trying to get my attention but i just nod and walk into the trailer.

"you gonna be free tonight" i ask. Nicholas sits back down in the chair. "uh i don't think so" he checked the message he was given earlier this morning before coming to work

"yeah, no i won't be free why?" he asks giving me the perfect opportunity to perhaps get a quickie in before he has to actually get on screen again.

i walk up behind him, giving his shoulders a little massage then kissing his neck "I'd really liked if we could do something later" i try hinting to him that i wanted to fuck and im sure he caught on rather slowly than expected but he still did nonetheless.

"at work? what a needy girl" he coaxed. he took my hand in his and brung me infront of him.

nicholas manspreads his legs a bit so i can stand in between them "how bout you get that pretty little mouth to work then"

his cocky tone and the light pat on the side of my thigh; a signal for me to get on my knees sent my need for him through the roof.

i sunk to my knees not breaking eye contact. "this is what you wanted right?" he asked me with a smirk.

i give him a nod. but that wasn't enough for him he brings his thumb to my mouth dragging it across my lips "use your words baby" he cooed

"yeah- yes.. i want to do this." i fumble with his belt buckle, his eyes burning into my skull making me feel intimidated by his gaze.

i get the belt undone and pull his pants down, he lifts his hips a bit to help. "doin' so good already but-" he picks his phone up checking the time "-they're gonna need me in atleast 7 minutes" he places the phone back down.

his hard cock is freed from the confinement of his boxers. i put the head of his cock at my lips, kitty licking the tip before putting my mouth around him.

a low grunt is heard from him encouraging me to sink my mouth down further.

he grabs a handful of my hair and carelessly pushing my head down, i gag on his dick and im quick to remove my mouth off him "stoopp" i whine

"alright im sorry" he takes his hands away from my hair and puts them up surrendering.

a knock on the trailer door followed by a girl telling Nicholas he's needed on set. "5 more minutes!" he yells loud enough for the lady to hear from outside.

nicholas turns back to me and raises his eyebrows "see we don't have much time" he shrugs.

i wrap my mouth around him for the second time, already use to the length reaching the back of my throat.

he allows me to do whatever i please with my mouth; watching me take his length. i swallow around him and nearly choke when he accidentally jerks forward and thrusting down the back of my throat.

"shit.." nicholas drawls out throwing his head back at the feeling.

i change my pace, bobbing my head faster and using my hand to pump whatever i couldn't fit in my mouth. he whimpers softly, i looked up at him, his lips caught between his teeth, cheeks flushed and eyebrows knitted together while his eyes were screwed shut. perfect like i said before

"you're such a good girl f'me y'know that?" i hum in reaponse, the vibration around his cock made him moan loudly.

"sir are you ok?" the lady asked from outside; rattling the doorknob. "fine- just fine!" ,,give me one more minute please"

i swirl my tounge around his tip then using my hand to stroke him till he reaches his orgasm "m' close" he whimpers.

i put my mouth on the head of his cock and let him paint the back of my throat.

i wipe the sides of my mouth and rise from my knees while Nicholas pulls his underwear and pants back up. "lets finish up whenever i get home yeah?" he kisses my head and walks out the trailer.

[iniquitousyearning]

SLYTHERINSLUT0’S KINKTOBER

october 4th — virginity loss / corruption kink.

PART ONE | kinktober masterlist. | 2024.

pairing: mattheo riddle x berkshires!sister

summary: mattheo’s conscience can only hold him back for so long.

warnings: 18+, hogwarts uni (putting this even tho it’s obvious), jealous mattheo, flirting, tension tension tension, “we can’t do this” type of vibe, “your brother is right over there” type of vibe. bestfriends lil sister trope. part one of two.

Morality—what is it, really? How is it measured? Is it a linear scale? Could someone be morally sound yet sometimes make an exception when the situation called for it?

Perhaps it's subjective. Anything that falls outside of the law, that is.

Mattheo forced a breath from his lungs, the drink in his hand was tasteless, some watered-down excuse for a cocktail. But that didn't matter, not really—what mattered was the way you kept laughing, the way your hand lingered a second too long on that random bastard's sleeve. The sight made something concerning coil tight in his chest, but he stayed where he was, back against the wall, sucking down drinks like he'd been tasked to it.

God, this was stupid. Morality. Right and wrong. He knew the difference, of course he did. Just because he was a Riddle didn't make him a monster. Not yet, anyway. But that line, the one between you and him—the one drawn so clearly in the sand—was practically mocking him with its absolutes and daring him to cross it. Forbidden, off-limits, the one thing he shouldn't want.

His best friend's little sister. The good girl. A virgin, no less.

"Riddle—you coming?"

Mattheo's head jerked slightly, but his mind was miles away.

He waved a hand. "I'll catch up in a bit.”

Malfoy and Zabini nodded, slipping into the night, leaving him behind in the dim, crowded ballroom. Spring dance. Hours past dusk. He didn't even know why he was still there. Normally, he was long gone before the clock struck twelve, but tonight the room pulsed with bodies and the music hummed under his skin. His drink was half-forgotten in his hand, and his gaze was fixed on a group across the room.

Or, more specifically, on you.

You were standing, black dress to your mid-thighs, half-listening to boys from your year drone on about quidditch tryouts and the usual chatter that filled the space between your breaths. But your eyes—your eyes weren't on them. You were looking at him. A soft smirk tugging at the corners of your lips, like you knew something he didn't.

His heart kicked against his ribs. Where was that line again?

You winked, and he sipped his drink. He'd always said bad decisions made good stories—but even if this (unnameable thing between you) was a story worth telling, the people to hear it would be few.

The tension grew suffocating and he finally looked away. You took that as a win, but you weren't about to let the game end there—not after you noted the tense of his fingers around his cup. You excused yourself from the group, your body moving through the crowd like water, fluid and unhurried, weaving your way toward him.

You knew the line well, the one Mattheo pretended so hard to respect. Restraint wasn't his nature—it never had been, not in the decade you'd watched him take whatever he wanted without a second thought. He wasn't made for holding back, and it showed every now and then—every time his lips crashed against yours in some hidden corner, whispering confessions of how badly he wanted more, how he ached for what he couldn't have.

You loved pushing him to that point. You loved knowing how bad he wanted you. Your brother would lose his mind if he found out. But that didn't matter, not even a little. Not when Mattheo looked at you like that.

"Having fun?" He asked upon your approach, his voice a shade too flat.

"A little." You leaned against the wall beside him, close enough that he could feel the warmth of your skin, your presence seeping into the space between you. "What about you? You seem a bit...tense."

"Tense." The word came out bland, barely audible, and he took a slow sip of his drink, like he needed it just to find his voice. "Why would I be tense?"

You wet your lips, slow, deliberate, studying him with that sidelong glance that made his pulse skip. His jaw tightened, and his eyes—those beautiful, dangerous brown eyes—scanned the room with something too close to desperation.

"Good question." You tilted your head, gaze playful, curious, like you were dissecting him right there in the half-light. "Maybe it's because you've been watching me like a hawk. Like you're waiting for me to do something...wrong."

"Maybe I'm just looking out for you," he muttered, his gaze sliding to your brother across the room, lips locked with some brunette. Mattheo's eyes flickered back to you, just for a moment. "Your brother's a little...busy, after all."

You raised an eyebrow, the corner of your mouth curving into an amused, almost wicked smile. "Ah, so that's it. You're just being my big, overprotective babysitter."

"I don't need to babysit you," he grumbled, though his gaze betrayed him, darting over to the group of boys you'd been talking to. "Just keeping an eye on the company you keep."

It was almost amusing—the way Mattheo stood there, sizing up your guy friends like they were targets in a lineup, probably mentally noting who he'd hit first if any of them dared to step out of line. He was different tonight—and you could have brushed it off, could have let that flicker of vulnerability slide, but that wasn't how this game was played. Not with him. Not with you. There was no room for naivety here.

You turned to face him now, full-on, shoulder resting against the wall as you raised a hand, fingers brushing lightly up his arm.

"Keeping an eye," you repeated as you traced the hard line of his shoulder, then down, lower, over his chest. "Ever my hero, Mattheo Riddle."

When your fingers grazed his abdomen, his breath caught and he grabbed your wrist—hard—the suddenness of it making you gasp. Then, he turned to face you, and his gaze finally met yours—really met yours—for the first time since you'd crossed the room.

"Don't." His voice was low, strained, like he was fighting himself as much as you.

Your eyes widened in mock surprise, that innocent look you'd perfected like a sport. You wore it like a halo you knew you didn't deserve.

"Don't...what?" You damn-well knew what.

His grip tightened, just enough for you to feel the heat of it, pulling you closer, so close you could feel the tension radiating off him. He wet his lips, and you melted—remembering how it felt to kiss them.

"Don't play games with me." He said. "Not tonight."

The warning was clear, but instead of pulling away—heeding his words and letting that heat simmer down—you leaned closer, defying every unspoken rule. The thrill shot up your spine, into your brain, turning everything hazy, electric. You were drunk on it.

"Why not?" Your free hand traced up his other arm and his gaze followed the movement, lips parting ever so slightly. "...afraid you'll lose?"

Before you knew what was happening, he had you spun around—so fast you barely registered the movement before your back hit the cold stone wall. His drink found the table beside him, his focus entirely on you.

"Don't to this to me. Not here," he whispered. "Your brother is right over there."

You glanced toward Enzo, still too preoccupied with the brunette to notice a thing.

"He's a little distracted, don't you think?" Your fingers on your free hand resumed their path, this time up toward his collarbone. But his other hand found them, too. You looked down. Two large hands, wrapped tight around your wrists, like he could stop the fire running through your veins if he just held on hard enough. Your thighs shook. "Gods, you really are tense tonight, aren't you?"

Mattheo's eyes narrowed, two embers gleaming in the night— his lips twitching in a way that made your pulse stutter. There was need in him now, a raw, visceral energy that vibrated between you. Untethered.

He leaned in, closer, his breath brushing against your skin. "You're impossible."

"Impossible..." you echoed, the space between you shrinking with every second. There was no choice in it. It was magnetic, inevitable. He leaned closer, and you—against all reason—matched him, drawn by a force you couldn't name. "Impossible to...resist, Matty?"

Your lips were so close, you could almost taste the flavours lingering on his breath. The heat of him drew you in like gravity, pulling you into that dangerous space where everything blurred—boundaries, rules, reason. His eyes flickered down to your mouth, his tongue darting out to wet his lips in a way that felt instinctive—

And then, the world snapped back.

Cheering—loud, raucous—followed by the sharp crack of glass splintering against the floor. It cut through the moment, pulling you both back to reality. Mattheo's gaze jerked toward the sound, and in an instant he took a step back, his hands releasing your wrists like you'd burned him—like you were the danger here, a fire he'd gotten too close to.

"We can't," he whispered, and it sliced through you. It hit harder than the crash of glass, harder than the noise around you. "You don't want this. I promise you don't."

You stared at him. You knew what he meant, what he was trying to say, the warning etched in every tense line of his body. The two of you had been over this before. You knew Mattheo Riddle was not the man who would love you, not the man who would stay, who you'd call your forever. You weren't that naive. You weren't looking for forever—you just wanted a beginning. A first. A first that would teach you the edge of desire, with someone who knew what to do.

Someone experienced.

"I do," you whispered, barely holding steady under the weight of it all—the realization that you'd almost kissed him, right here, where anyone could've seen, where your brother wasn't far. "More than anything, I do."

His jaw clenched, that flicker in his eyes darkening. He ran a hand through his hair, curls falling messily back into place, his face twisted in thought, already calculating the fallout, already seeing the inevitable consequences.

"Your brother will kill me," he muttered. "He'll kill you."

"He’s not my dad, Mattheo. I’m an adult. He doesn't have to know." The words came out firm, too firm for how fast your heart was beating. You didn't dare move closer, but the tension between you was still electric, still alive. "No one except us."

For a heartbeat, his eyes locked onto yours, and you felt it—that gravity pulling you both back to the brink. It was visible—the weight of his indecision, the way he was measuring the risk, the pull of you against the walls he was trying to keep intact. It'd been months of this. You were relentless. His scowl deepened, but he didn't pull away. He let the silence stretch, your words simmering between you like a match lit, waiting to catch fire.

And then, a nod.

Barely there, just a sharp dip of his head, almost as if he didn't want to acknowledge it himself. You couldn't tell if it was for you, or some silent permission he was giving himself, a final surrender to the pull that neither of you could fight.

"Room of Requirement," he said, vibrating with the tension that still hummed in the air. "Ten minutes."

Your stomach leapt into your throat, every bone in your body suddenly weak. After a moment that felt as though it went on forever, you nodded, and he took another step back.

"Ten minutes." You repeated.

"Ten minutes." He confirmed, before turning and heading out of the ballroom.

[strawbuddy-luv]

Trans Tim off handedly mentioning random things that just confuse people more and more because he never told them he was trans (only Bruce and Alfred know)

Tim: "For the mission I'm thinking I'll go undercover, but it'll take some work to hide the bruises I got earlier. They're everywhere"

Dick: "Oh I think Steph is free right now!"

Tim: "...Ok?"

Dick: "Don't worry I'm sure she'll help you out with this! "

Tim: "That's awesome but I don't think I'll need help. I know how to use makeup."

Dick: "Really-? Ohhh, yeah your public image is like, way more public than ours. That must be tiring, having to hide the bruises all the time."

Tim: "Well yeah but I knew how to use makeup before that. For like, galas as a kid and stuff"

Dick: "...yeah..."

-----

Steph: -Complaining about a man- "And then he said "Oh you should smile more" like "you look like you don't want to be here" like what- what the fuck-??? Maybe I fucking don't dude."

Tim: "Oh yeah I hate when they do that. Like you've spent the entire time bitching about the consistency of snails, I can close my mouth for a few seconds."

Steph: "..."

Tim: "...What-?"

Steph: "Well- I mean yeah but- you know I have to deal with it like...way more, and it's just a bit weird that like, you as a guy are, I dunno, trying to relate? I mean you don't have to deal with it litreally everyday"

Tim: "Well yeah not anymore, but, you know...I still did."

Steph: :...What-"

-----

Tim: -Resting against one of the rooftop ledges-

Jason: "Woah, I can't believe it, Red Robin, slacking. What would Bruce do if he saw this!"

Tim: "Fuck off, it's just period cramps." -Jumps off the edge of the building-

Jason: "Yeah whatever Timblina...

Your fucking what-"

-----

Bruce: "And for this mission, we'll be needing someone for the Caroline disguise, but we already know who that is so-"

Dick: "Wait does Steph actually know how to fight in heels-??"

Bruce: "...N-"

Steph: "Yeah Bruce, I mean, you could at least actually ask me before volunteering me to go fight crime in that dress."

Bruce: "You-"

Jason: "I mean no offense, but literally who else would do it? Cass isn't here right now and I don't think any of us are willing to get a boob job for the mission"

Bruce: "No one's getting a boob job-"

Steph: "Yeah! This is bat tech, Bruce probably has ultra realistic titties in everyone's color and size! Jason you wouldn't even need an attachment."

Jason: "I don't think Caroline Hills has fifty gun shot wounds and muscles the size of most those guys heads."

Steph: "Yeah bu-"

Bruce: "None of that will be necessary because none of you" -Pointing at the right side of the table- "Will be going. No one at this table will be needing any prosthetics...Or boob jobs."

Steph: "...Ok but who the fuck is going then-"

Bruce: "Tim."

The entire table: "..."

Steph: "Tim are you really willing to put on boobs for this-"

Dick: "I don't think that's the best idea-"

Jason: "You just said no prosthetics- Oh this'll be fucking rich"

Tim: "...

I...wouldn't need a boob job?? Or prosthetics?"

Jason: "Timbo, that dress is a pretty low cut, and, no offense, your training hasn't given you that many enhancements."

Tim: "...Thank you for the binding compliment?"

Dick: "The what-"

Tim: "Guys I- I already have boobs-"

The Table: "..."

Steph: "WHAT-"

Dick: "You do-?!"

Jason: "Bruce if you made Tim get boobs for some weird mission-"

Tim: "What- No! No one made me get boobs??? Besides, I don't know, biology I guess??? Genetics maybe???"

Dick: "...I'm extremely confused"

Steph: "WHO GAVE YOU BOOBS-???"

Tim: "I'm not really sure seeing as I was born with them"

Dick: "...

OHHHHHH-"

Steph: "What- is this like a birth defect or something???"

Dick: "Tim- Tim I think you're just gonna have to-"

Tim: "I'm trans."

Jason: "...That's-

Yeah

Ok yeah no that- that explains...a lot."

Steph: "..." -Head in hands- "I am such a fucking idiot"

[iznyangwoni]

LITTLE SECRET | spiderman!jungwon

pairing: spiderman!jungwon x fem!reader

synopsis: where the charming college heartthrob yang jungwon has a couple more secrets than you might’ve thought.

warnings: use of alcohol, cursing, suggestive

words: 6.5k

a/n: happy new year!! this took way longer than i expected, i hope you’re as obsessed with the idea of spidey jungwon as much as me hehe.

taglist: @harukayoiiiiiiizzz @ikeulove @ribbioniki @hollxe1 @shiroolikesfish @wonnie99 @lunaritex @aloloveswonie @meowwons @enlysia @wonys-won @cryjungwon @yizhoutv @engenediary @firstclassjaylee @heeseungmyman @jovibaes @ilovejungwonandhaechan @candyhere @yamagucccii @jungwonbropls @bamguetismee @wnyloves @cralessia

“Okay, fuck, marry or kill between Thor, Iron man and… Captain America, who do you choose?” You laugh hearing your friend’s nonsense. Not even a couple of drinks in and everyone is already tipsy enough to make stupid questions like that. Still, Yunah seems so proud of starting this game that you cant really blame her.

“Oh damn, that’s hard.” Yunjin says, taking a couple of minutes to think about the answer. You like night like this, Heeseung’s small apartment is perfect for your group’s gatherings, there’s not many of you anyway, and you enjoy the company of your friends and the slight bitter taste of alcohol while you play.

“I guess i’d kill Iron man, fuck thor and marry cap?” Yunjin’s answer makes both Jay and Jake stand up. “oh hell no, team iron man forever.” You laugh again, and rest your back against the window, drink in your hands. There’s something so comforting about these little things that you cant help but be happy even hearing them get into stupid arguments like that. “Whatever! Whatever, Y/n, what do you think?”

You raise your eyebrows, not expecting to be the next one. You raise your eyes to the ceiling, trying your best to think about the options and the words to say to not let anyone jump at you. “Well, i guess i’d marry Thor? Fuck Iron man and kill Captain America.” “Wow. You’re a disappointment, just as i thought.” You roll your eyes jokingly before taking another sip out of your drink, a smirk on your lips while once again everyone starts to argue about team cap or team iron man.

You dont join in on that, Jake is loud enough to compensate for it, and to be completely honest, the alcohol does makes you too dizzy to keep up. You look around, mostly paying attention to the beanbag where Yunah is sitting on, since you want to steal that so damn bad. Yunjin, Jay and Jake are all standing up, hands moving and their voices getting higher each time someone says something even more stupid. Heeseung should be in the kitchen with Jungwon, probably making more drinks, even if we already had way too many.

Speaking of which, you notice Jungwon coming in the living room, a little smile on his lips as he hears the conversation, a tray full of snacks and drinks in his hand. He puts it down on the coffee table and your eyes meet for a single second, you smile at him, as if thanking him for the snacks. “What about spiderman?” He asks the group, and everyone is silent at that, all the attention towards the blonde boy.

You barely register what he says, too focused on looking at him and admiring him to really pay attention. How long have you had a crush on him? Technically, its only been a couple of years, but because of the blip you do really feel like he’s had you in a chokehold for centuries. And ever since he dyed his hair blonde you cant really stop looking at him, he looks ethereal, he looks like a doll, and from this side you can clearly see the perfect outline of his nose and-

“Y/n? Earth calls y/n are you here?” You blink a couple of times, your ears probably becoming red at the realization that everyone in the room saw you staring at Jungwon so much you couldn’t even hear what they said. “Yes? What? I’m sorry I- Yeah, you were saying?” This is embarrassing, but its not like its the first time this happens either. “We were talking about spiderman, and you’re the only one who saw him, so what do you think of him?”

You furrow your brows, trying to recall the last time you saw the hero they’re talking about. Its not like you talked to him, but if it wasnt for spiderman, a whole house would’ve collapsed on you and you surely wouldn’t be here to tell this story again. Its been a couple of months since that accident, and you can only remember the feeling of his broad shoulders covering you and that familiar scent that you still haven’t been able to connect to something. “He’s… cool i guess? I’d still choose Thor over him though.”

Jungwon laughs at your words and looks at your way before sitting on the couch, and thats enough to make your heart flutter again. You try to not look too long, not wanting to repeat that embarrassing moment just a second ago, but your chest really is about to explode. “I guess its hard to beat a god, uh?” You shrug your shoulders, to be completely fair, you’re not a fan of heroes as much as your friends are so all of this talk to you is just boring talk.

Later into the night you’re sitting on Heeseung’s bed, your back on the headboard. The apartment isnt too big, he does indeed have his bed in the living room, but to you that’s what makes it cozy. Jay is sleeping on the beanbag, Jake and Heeseung are playing some kind of game you dont know meanwhile Yunah and Yunjin left not too long ago, the only reason you’re still here is because Jay is supposed to be your ride home, but you dont know how possible that’s going to be now.

Jungwon notices you and sits next to you with his usual smile, a little too close. Your shoulders brush, making you stiffen for a second. You have to remind yourself that Jungwon and you have been friends long before you developed this absurd crush on him, he’s easy to talk to, there’s no reason to get so nervous around him, and so you relax, just a little. “So… you dont like spiderman?” You giggle at that, lately Jungwon has been obsessed with that guy, he keeps bringing him up, as if he knows him personally.

“That’s not what I said.” You turn your head just to look at him, regretting it almost immediately. He’s really close and you didn’t even realize how you’re basically whispering, as if the other three can even hear you. “Yeah but you still choose Thor! Isnt he like… a thousand years old?” You look at him with your eyebrows raised, you can smell the littlest tint of alcohol in him, he doesn't look drunk, but he’s definitely tipsy enough to continue this conversation.

“Jungwon, if I didn’t know you, I would think you either have a crush on spiderman or you’re trying to set me up with him.” He laughs at your words, and you can't help but smile even more, your heart fluttering looking at his face, the way dimples show up on his cheeks and his chuckles are so crystal clear in your head. “Eh, maybe you just don't know me enough.” You grimace at that, your nose scrunching up, making him smile again.

To be completely honest, it does feel like that sometimes. You and Jungwon have been friends for a while, but lately… He’s been acting weird, as if something happened to him that transformed him into a completely different person, or maybe he just has more secrets than you think. You look at Jay, still soundly sleeping on the beanbag. Its so late into the night, and you do have a couple of projects to work on tomorrow, so you better walk back home if you want to be productive.

You get up and start picking your things up; Jungwon furrows his brows at that, before putting two and two together and realizing that you’re going home. “Hey. Isnt Jay your ride home?” You shrug, you really dont have time to wait for him to wake and sober up. “I dont live too far, i’ll just walk back home.” “I’ll go with you.” You raise your head at that, your heart beating so hard it might explode any minute. Did Yang Jungwon just offer to walk you home?

“There’s really no need to-“ But before you can even finish your sentence, Jungwon is putting his coat on and your cheeks become red, this is really happening. “Its three in the morning; i’m not letting you go alone.” You have to bite your inner cheeks to not smile too hard. You just nod at him and then finally get ready to go, you say bye to Heeseung and Jake before walking out.

You totally get why Jungwon is so well liked; he’s kind, funny, caring, and so handsome. It’d be weird not to. He walks on your right, as if to keep you protected from the few cars strolling around at this hour, and he’s so close to you that your shoulders and hands keep brushing against each other’s. It's cold outside, being January, and what you’re wearing isn't doing much to help you, but he’s already doing a lot, so you can't find it in yourself to ask him for his jacket.

Your house isnt too far, you had simply asked Jay because you know better than walk back home alone and drunk at night, and you’re glad Jungwon thinks the same as you. “I’m glad you’re back.” You say, getting surprised at your own words. Jungwon had been away for that Stark project for geniuses or whatever that was, and you could totally feel his absence. “I wasnt gone for long, though.”

You giggle quietly, definitely embarrassed now. “Guess i just like having you around then.” He looks at you as he smiles. Yunah and Yunjin have been telling you for weeks, they think that Jungwon might reciprocate your crush, but you’re not too sure about it. Him staying for so long during hangouts is a rare occasion, usually he finds some excuse to leave early or he just doesnt show up at all.

You reach your house and stop right in front of your door, Jungwon looks at you while you search for your keys inside your bag. You giggle when you find them, embarrassed by how long that took and, before opening the entrance, you look at him again, a gulp in your throat. You hesitate, your fingers tightening around the key in your hand. Should you just ask him to come in? Would that be too bold or… you know what, fuck it.

“Do you… want to come in? Its late and you live pretty far..” You bite your lips, hoping that doesnt sound too straightforward. Does it sound like you’re begging him to stay? Jungwon eyes seem to light up for a second, he’s about to speak when he suddenly stops, as if distracted by something. He looks at you again, this time he seems guilty. “I- I’d love that Y/n but i really have to go now..”

Your mouth opens to form a little ‘o,’ but you try to hide the disappointment with a smile on your face, you nervously put a strand of hair behind your ear, and the more you look at him the more he looks like he’s in a rush. Oh, he must really hate your idea. “Yeah! No, of course, sure! You must have a lot of things to do at 3 AM." You want to slap yourself at your own words. He gets closer to you and for a second you think he’s about to kiss you or hug you, but instead he just opens the door for you. “Go inside, its getting cold.”

As if the disappointment and embarrassment from last night wasnt enough, its like luck wasnt on your side either. You just wanted to hide and never look at Jungwon in the face ever again after yesterday, but of course the universe had another plan. You look down as the professor tells you that you have to find a tutor for maths and physics if you want to pass his exam. “Honestly, Y/n. This exam is really important for your career, i can help you find a good tutor like…” The professor looks behind you and points his finger towards a student, and you dont really have the courage to look back and see who it is.

“Oh! perfect timing. Come here, Jungwon!” Your eyes widen when you hear that name and you turn to look at the guy. Jungwon walks towards you and the professor with a gentle smile on his face, his hair is a bit of a mess and you notice he’s not wearing his backpack. You furrow your brows, he looks like he just finished a marathon. “Jungwon is the best of the class, i’m sure he can help you, right?”

Jungwon looks confused now, the professor gets next to him and pats his back, you honestly just want to hide, he doesnt look too happy with the idea of being your tutor and you just hope that the reason is not because of you trying to flirt with him last night. Before he can say no, you jump into the discussion. “I- I’m sure Jungwon is busy with that Stark stuff, i can find someone else its really not a big deal.”

“No! No i can do it! I can be your tutor, yeah..” This is awkward, definitely more than you could’ve imagined. You and Jungwon just look at each other and the tension in the room is so dense that you could probably cut it with a knife. The professor laughs and pats both your and Jungwon’s back lightly. “Sure, you figure it out! Just make sure you’re ready for the exam, Y/n.” And that said he takes his stuff and says bye, leaving the both of you alone in the class.

“You dont have to do it..” You say, after a couple of seconds of silence. You’re putting your things back in your bag, trying really hard to not just look too much at him, fearing of the reaction your heart might get from that. “No, no, i really want to. And honestly, there’s not really anyone better than me so..” He chuckles at his own words, but you just crack a little smile, closing your bag before looking back at him. “Let’s do at five today? in the library.”

You’re pleasantly surprised by his willingness to actually help you. You nod at his words, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, your bag on your shoulder. “Sure. Thank you, Jungwon.” He takes a couple more seconds to just look at you, and you start to feel almost self conscious at that. Maybe you got something in your hair? Something stuck on your teeth? Or even worse maybe you just smell bad and the perfume you’re wearing didn’t cover it up, or-

Before you can keep on overthinking about your appearance, Jungwon just ruffles your hair, a smile on his face as he does that and right now you can only hope and pray that your cheeks are staying a normal color, because you definitely feel hot as hell right now. “See you later, Pretty.” Pretty. He called you pretty. Wait, did he really just do that? You don’t even have the time to realize what just happened that he’s gone. Leaving you alone and on fire in this cold class.

You spend the rest of the day just waiting, and waiting, and waiting for five to come, you even got back home just to change into some cuter clothes. You dont want to make it look like you’re doing too much, its Jungwon after all, it would be weird. So a pair of wide leg jeans and a black top is cute enough. You arrive at the library five minutes early, just to make sure you can get a nice spot and take your things out before he arrives. But he doesn’t.

You know Jungwon, he does have a problem with timing, so you wait. The first fifteen minutes you dont think much of it, he’s always late after all. Then half an hour passes and you actually start to get angry, its already dark outside and you dont intend to wait for him all evening. But you do that anyway.

The initial anger transforms into worry when you overhear a couple of girls talking about how Spiderman was just seen fighting a bunch of criminals off, maybe he got involved in the fight? But thats really not something Jungwon would do. After an hour and a half of waiting you actually feel sad. He either forgot or didn’t care at this point. He didnt reply to your worried texts, nor did he call to tell you he was busy with something else.

You couldnt even concentrate on the physics book, too worried and sad to really be thinking about whatever is written there. Two hours pass, and the library is about to close so you just pack your things back and decide to walk back home, headphones in, and really, the last thing you want right now is sabrina carpenter in your ears singing about getting dicked down, but thats all your spotify wants you to listen apparently.

As if your day couldnt get worse, it starts raining, and the only thing covering you is the hood of the jacket you’re wearing, of course you left your umbrella home, you were so busy thinking about getting cute for Jungwon that you didnt even think about the important stuff. You sniffle with your nose at the thought of it, not really wanting to cry about something so stupid, but at the same time your throat is starting to hurt, and its already raining, so you might as well.

You’re close to your house when suddenly you cant feel the rain anymore, and for a second you actually think it stopped raining, but when you look up you only find an umbrella over your head. Your eyes widen in surprise, and when you turn to see who is holding it, you dont know if you want to keep crying or run as fast as you can.

Jungwon is now behind you, holding the umbrella for you while getting drenched under the rain himself. You dont know what to say, or how to react. All you know is that you feel sad and disappointed and so, so angry at him for wasting your time and making you believe that he actually cared for you enough to help for the exam.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry i swear i didn’t forget i just- i got a call from Stark for that project and I-“ Your brows are furrowed in annoyance, your head shaking and saying no as he keeps on talking and saying excuses. You’re not one to get mad easily, you’re usually pretty chill, and rarely things get under your skin, but right now you really want to just smash his head somewhere. “You could’ve called. Or replied to my dms.”

He’s panting, he must’ve run a lot, and he keeps getting wetter and wetter. Part of you wants to invite him in and give him something to dry his hair out, but you mostly want to take a bit of revenge in a way, and if its by giving him a common cold, then so be it. “We.. we cant keep our phones there, for privacy reasons- Mr. Stark doesn’t-“ “I dont give a fuck about Stark and your fuckass project!”

You manage to surprise yourself by shouting at him that way, you’re just so pissed off. It would’ve been better for the both of you if he hadn’t shown up, at least you would’ve cried yourself to sleep only to act like nothing happened, but seeing him, hearing his excuses that you’ve heard already thousands of times, whenever he missed the group hang outs or class. But this time its different.

“I told the professor you were busy, but you insisted to be my tutor anyway. This exam is so important to me but you just cant understand! Jungwon, not everyone is a damn genius like you, not everyone has fucking Tony Stark making projects and shit for him, i needed help today but you decided to just waste my time.”

Jungwon remains still, looking at you in shock, he’s never seen you this angry, he didnt even know it was possible for you to crash out this way. Suddenly his throat is dry and he doesnt know what to say, meanwhile you are fighting your own tears from falling. You feel guilty, in a way, you dont like getting mad and you definitely dont like the fact that it was Jungwon the one to see you this way. You hate it, how you cant still be fully mad at him because of how much you like him, his big dark eyes looking at you as if you just broke his heart. You take a deep breath in, and right now you dont know if you’re shaking because of the cold, your drenched clothes or from anger.

“I’m sorry.” He doesnt say anything else, and you actually wait for him to add another sentence, maybe you expect another excuse, but no. He just looks at you like a sad little kitten, and that only angers you even more. You shake your head no one last time before turning away from him and walking towards your house. You dont look back, because you know that if you did you would melt, you’d ask him to come inside and you’d say sorry to him for crashing out. And right now this is not what you need.

A couple of days later, you decided to stay in an empty classroom just so you could be able to study without having to worry about getting distracted. You’ve been ignoring Jungwon, but its not that hard when he is barely available anyway. He wasnt with your friends last night, and you havent seen him in class or anywhere else really. Last time you saw him, two days ago, you just turned on your heels and ignored him, but that was it.

You sigh, hating having to do this, the exam will be in two weeks and you still cant bring yourself to understand any of these things. You’re about to give up and smash your head on the table when the sound of notebooks falling on the chair next to you suddenly startles you.

“You were right, i acted on impulse and i’m sorry.” Jungwon is standing in front of you, he looks like he hadn’t slept well, dark circles under his gorgeous eyes that you love so much.

You dont say anything, too confused to actually react in a normal way. He’s making your heart beat so fast and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. “I made notes for you. I tried to keep it simple and add schemes, it took me a while, but i really wanted to help you.” Your lips press into a pout, now you really feel awful for how you treated him, this is why you like him so much. No matter how others treat him he’s always kind and gentle and god, you really fucked up, uh.

“I’m sorry for crashing out the other day.” “I deserved it.” “That’s not the point.” You sigh for what seems the ninth time today and you get up. He’s still taller than you, but what really makes you feel much smaller are his shoulders, his body is so fit and broad for him to have the face of an angel. There’s a few minutes of silence, it seems like you two always end up not saying anything for a while, just looking at each other and waiting for the other to speak. This time you decide to break it.

“I’ll offer you dinner, or coffee or a drink? if i actually pass the exam.” Jungwon’s smile gets even bigger, he likes how bold you’ve been lately, first asking him if he wanted to stay at your house, now this. If only he wasnt so busy being a damn hero, he would’ve asked you out a long time ago. “Let’s go see a movie instead, like a date.” You have to blink a couple of times to understand that, is he really asking you on a date? You look at him as if he’s talking nonsense, your lips parted in shock and you fear you might faint from how fast your heart is beating. He chuckles at your reaction. “You better pass that exam now.”

You’ve never studied so hard in your entire life. The two weeks passed so slowly, you basically closed yourself inside your house, or the library, or in the classroom, doing everything you could do to pass that exam. And so, when the day of the test finally arrives, you’re sure you can do it with your eyes closed. Well, kind of. You still dont get the highest grade, because you would’ve needed either a miracle or some sort of dark magic for that, but you still pass it.

You get out of the class, a huge smile on your lips while you walk towards the dining hall, where all your friends are waiting for you. “Oh my god i almost forgot your face!” Says Yunjin, pinching your cheeks when you sit between her and Jungwon. “Did you even eat these past weeks?” “You honestly got us worried.” “Oh my god, you guys. I was just studying its not like a supervillain kidnapped me or something.” Jungwon grimaces at your words. “Ugh, dont jinx it.”

A chuckle escapes your lips as you roll your eyes before digging in your food. Jay and Yunah are now arguing about which supervillain the world has seen would be able to kidnap you, meanwhile Jungwon is shaking his head no, trying to stop them from fantasizing about it. “I wouldn’t mind Loki i guess,” “Ew. Ew, ew, ew, ugly.” Yunjin’s reaction makes the whole table laugh.

“I’ve never met Loki..” Jungwon says, almost to himself, the others probably didnt even hear him, but you turn to look at him with a confused expression, your brows furrowed. “Well, duh. We were too young when the avengers stopped him.” The blondie just looks at you back, almost embarrassed about that sentence falling off his mind and coming out from his mouth. “Yeah… yeah i meant like, uh, yeah we were too young..” He’s acting weird, but you let that go, after all Jungwon does seem like a huge superhero nerd.

The week goes on and finally, finally, its time for your date with Jungwon. If it can even be called a date. Well, he called it a date so you assume it actually is one. Still, he did call you this time telling you he was going to be five minutes late, so you take your time walking towards the cinema.

Its been raining a lot these past few days, but you’re prepared, the white umbrella tight in your hands.

You’re just going to see a movie, but you still thought about dressing up nicely. The white dress you’re wearing might be a bit too springy, but you dont mind that. And you do have a pretty coat over it, so its fine. Your boots are perfect for the weather, and so are the thighs under them, and most importantly you feel cute.

Just as Jungwon said, he reaches you five minutes later, his breathing ragged as if he just ran. His hands behind his back but you can clearly see the flowers he’s trying to hide. He looks embarrassed, but the smile on your face makes me feel much more at ease. “I- Lets say it wasnt a good idea to get them and then run under the rain.” He says, handing them to you.

You laugh, the flowers must’ve looked pretty before he put his hands on them. They’re drenched and some of them are even missing a couple of petals, you couldnt care less about it though. He got you flowers. Yang Jungwon, the guy you’ve had a crush on for two years got you flowers, and you couldnt be happier.

“You’re always running somewhere.” You chuckle.

He links arms with you, walking towards the ticket booth. You dont even know what film you’re watching, knowing him its probably some sci-fi movie or a really old one that he always references but you dont know. “I mean, running is healthy.” “As long as you dont run away from me..” He keeps silent at your words, looking at you deeply, his eyes scanning your body and face, he always does that. “I’ll try.”

That answer leaves you in a chaos of emotions. He will try? What does that even mean? Your face must be telling that, or maybe its the way your body stiffened up. He opens his mouth to say something else, probably trying to save what he just did, but you dont even hear him. A loud noise echoed outside the cinema and you find yourself catching Jungwon’s hands out of fear.

He suddenly looks serious, his hand on your back, his brows furrowed in what seems anger and annoyance, that’s not a normal reaction if someone were to ask you. He looks around, meanwhile the other people around you are already screaming and running out of the theater, and you’re starting to get anxious too. “Jungwon we have to-“ “Take the emergency door on the left, i’ll catch up to you later.”

He lets you go, but you’re only getting more and more confused. He’s not coming with you? You shake your head no, in disbelief. You’re not leaving him here out in danger, what is he, some kind of superhero? “What? Are you out of your mind? Jungwon let’s just go..” You grab his arm and he closes his eyes for a second, getting out a deep sigh before he cups your cheeks.

“I swear, i’ll explain everything to you, but you have to go now. Just trust me and get out from that door only.” He’s not a superhero. You keep repeating yourself that, like a mantra, he cant be. He’s Jungwon, you would know if he was, he wouldnt be able to shut up about it, he’s like a twenty year old Tony Stark, there’s no way he is. But then you feel the way he’s holding you, his broad shoulders protecting you and his big hands on your face, its so familiar. And the look in his eyes is telling everything you need to know.

So you nod, hesitantly, but you do as he says. You can only hope he’s not actually who you think he is, your hands stop gripping his wrists so tightly and he gives you a gentle and reassuring smile before leaving a kiss on your cheek. “Go home, and dont take the metro. I’ll be right back.” You nod again and then you go, with your heart thumping against your chest, your head filled with dots connecting each other, and you dont know what to think.

You reach home safely, only because you did as Jungwon told you. You didnt take the metro, which happened to be involved in the fight, and you wonder how the hell did he know that would’ve happened. You sit on your bed, checking every news site, refreshing the spiderman tag on twitter every couple of seconds. You’re not 100% sure about it, maybe you’re just traumatized and insane, maybe a man protecting you reminds you of spiderman and this is just you projecting, but you cant ignore the signs.

That time at the library, he didn’t come and spiderman was fighting off somewhere at the same time, or all those times he left early or didnt come at all, all those excuses and that Stark project, is that even real? It makes sense, it makes too much sense and you feel like you will be going crazy until he comes back like he promised you.

You’re about to go downstairs and make a chamomile or something that could help you not go insane when you hear a tap on your balcony window. Jungwon is there and you waste no time opening the slide in door for him, you want to ask him a thousand questions but he just puts his finger over his lips, telling you to be quiet.

You dont know why he’s doing that, but you accomplish and close the window door behind him. You were so distracted waiting for him that you didnt even turn on the lights, and its so dark outside so you had barely noticed the mask in his hand. That mask. You take a better look at him and you feel so stupid when you notice what he’s wearing.

You dont know if you’re even surprised at this point, nor how you find the force to close the curtains and turn on one of the little lights in your room. He slides down the wall, he looks tired, and hurt, but he’s still looking at you with that same cocky vibe he always has. “You don’t look surprised.”

“I had a lot to think about walking home.” He smiles even more, and you kneel down next to him, your hand going to his hair without even thinking to much about it, you move them away from his forehead, and you just now notice a few small cuts on his face. “Is this a deal breaker for you?” He chuckles softly, his breath catching, even he knows how ridiculous he sounds right now, but you’re too mad to joke around with him.

“The deal breaker was you vanishing for weeks, lying to our friends, lying to me, finding useless excuses, asking me out on a date and then letting me run off of my own, leaving me alone at the library for hours and-“ You notice the way he’s looking at you, each word you say making him feel even worse, his already huge eyes looking even bigger.

“And… it doesnt even matter, because i like you so much i cant get mad at you.” It should feel good, telling him that you like him, it should feel like letting go of a weight off your shoulders, but it doesnt. Your heart feels heavy, you dont know how to feel, you’re worried sick and you dont know how you’re going to handle knowing that he is, indeed, spiderman.

You let your head fall on his shoulder while he hugs you almost immediately. You can hear the way his heart is beating, he doesn’t like seeing you like this and he hates being the cause of it, so he tries to soothe you down, hands caressing your back and playing with your hair.

“I like you a lot, too. And if this too much for you i’ll- I dont know, i’ll ask that damn doctor magician to erase it from your memory or something, just- I’m sorry.” You shake your head no while hiding in his chest, you dont want to forget this, he trusted you enough to know, and you respect that. “Who else knows?” “Jay and well, Mr. Stark and well yeah, everyone of that category.”

You just nod, you really cant believe this. Jungwon and Jay keeping a secret of this sort, you really thought Jungwon was the kind of guy to tell anyone if he were to be a hero, but apparently you know way less about him than you expected. You raise your head to look at him. He looks pretty hot like this, his lips are red, probably from fighting, his hair is a mess and that’s partly your faul, and wow. The suit fits him so well. His broad shoulders, his toned chest and his biceps look even better with it on.

“You’re staring.” He says, his fingers going under your chin to make you look at his face, which doesnt help your wondering thoughts, since he’s just that handsome. “You always stare at me, too.” “Yeah, ‘cause you’re pretty.” You crack a smile at that, its not the first time he calls you pretty, but it always gives you butterflies. Before you even realize, he puts his arms on your waist and makes you sit on his lap. Well, now you know where all his strength comes from.

“I wasnt expecting our first date to end up like this.” He moves to be closer to you, his nose nuzzling with yours, his voice getting lower, your hands rest on his chest. “What were you expecting?” That question seems to get a reaction out of him, his brow raising, a smirk on his face. “Well, you would’ve hated the movie i choose anyway. At that would’ve led you to be bored, and to us making out.” You giggle at that, you dont know if that would’ve actually happened, but the thought is nice.

“You think you can make my dream come true, Pretty?” Maybe its the suit that is making him act even more cocky than he usually is, or maybe you’re just too turned on by it to think about anything else. Your eyes scan him one last time, your hands moving behind his neck, your lips brushing against each other. “I’ll try.” And that said, your lips finally crash into his. For years you imagined how it would feel to kiss him, and this is so much better than any of that.

Jungwon is confident in his moves, his lips move with ease against yours, his hands keep you still on his lap, his tongue gently asking for permission by licking your bottom lip. You let him, not know that its going to be the end for you. He tilts his head, enough to go deeper while you just let him take the lead. You feel like you’re in heaven his lips are soft yet his kissing gets rougher as time passes, soon enough the room is filled with the sounds of your breathing, your lips meeting and tongues clicking. He doesnt seem to be wanting to let you go, you still pull out after a while, feeling out of breath.

He leans in for more but you stop him with a gentle peck, a giggle escaping from you. “Calm down, Spidey. Not everyone has super lungs.” “I dont, either.” He laughs and pushes your hair our of your face and puts them behind your ears. “You’re really okay with this? Even if I’m spiderman?” You can hear the insecurity in his voice, and honestly, it really is a big deal. He’s a superhero, he gets in trouble, people want him dead and knowing it might affect your daily life too. But right now you dont care.

“First of all, you’re Jungwon. We’ll figure out the spiderman stuff together. But yes, i am sure about Jungwon, a hundred percent.” He nods, a smile on his lips before he kisses you again, and again, and again. “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” He whispers between kisses, next thing you know he picks you up before throwing you on the bed, you giggle again, your body open to him.

You look at him and he just looks so perfect to you. You can’t believe this is happening, Jungwon is on top of you, kissing you and whispering sweet nothings between your lips. He pulls out for a few seconds to look back at you, a smirk on your lips as you bite his ear before whispering.

“The suit stays on, though.”

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cw: perv sunghoon. he's a little gross but who isn't tbh. masturbation, edging, overstimulation. throatfucking, breeding. sunghoon's imagination runs wild.

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okay but gross perv sunghoon who is obsessed with you ohhhh here we go

you know him, you speak to him every once in a while. he asks you for a pencil in class, "coincidentally" bumps into you at your favorite coffee shop. sees you at the gym and offers to spot for you, blatantly staring down your sports bra to get a peek at your tits.

oh but his favorite time of day is when he gets home from whatever occasion he's decided to meet you in. he unzips his pants and pulls his boxers down just enough to free his cock, balls aching in anticipation. he spits in the palm of his free hand and starts to jerk his cock, his other hand occupied in holding his phone.

on the screen is his favorite picture of you. it's an innocent picture, truly. you've got a big grin on your face, phone clearly propped up on a window sill as the sun illuminates all of your pretty features and fuck- his cock twitches. he imagines you're on your knees beneath him, mouth open and eyes wide. he knows he's big, no woman has ever been able to take him fully.

he wants to see the fear in your eyes when he pulls it out, hot and heavy in his hands. he just thinks you'd look so cute. he'd never make you take it all, though. he's no sadist. that being said, no harm in forcing your head in place for a couple seconds, have you spluttering on his cock just for him to let you up, let you catch your breath.

his pace quickens and he's so fucking close. he wants to blow his load all over your pretty face and lick it off once he's finished just to spit it back into your mouth.

then the scene changes. you're on top of him. legs shaking, hands gripping his as you struggle to fit him inside of you and-

sunghoon circles his fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing so hard it fucking hurts. it hurts so fucking bad but he can't cum yet, not until he's finished fantasizing about fucking you.

once the feeling subsides, he continues vigorously pumping his length, the overstimulation making him dizzy, dazed. its almost primal, the way he wants to take you. fuck sitting on top of him, he wants to fuck you into the mattress. he wants to tower over you, big frame covering your small body as he breeds you. thrusting into you is a bit of an overexaggeration. to be exact, hes barely pulling out before pushing back into you. he imagines holding you down, cooing at the cute noises and squeaks you make.

his breathing picks up, his brows knit together, his jaw goes slack and he's about to cry. he's about to fucking cry as he feels his balls tighten up for the second time. he's out of his mind, brain rotted by the thought of you. fuck- fuckfuckfuck he's gonna cum.

he sucks in a deep breath, doubling over and fisting his cock violently. he's being so loud, nearly yelling as milky white liquid spurts from his cock. he can feel it through his whole body and its so fucking good. his eyes squeeze shut and he continues his fast pace even after he's emptied his balls. hes addicted to the feeling. he wants to cum over and over and over until he's nearly braindead. he feels drool run down his chin and he's fucked himself stupid once again. when he opens his eyes up, hand finally slowing its pace to a stop, he's happy to see that he released his spunk all over his phone. it covers the screen that once showed your angelic face.

he know's he put on a show. he can only hope that you, his roommate, heard it all.