#rushed ending but hey ho

[beesarekindaswag]

Jazz says fuck the Joker

“To conclude, your honour, the defendant shows clear understanding of their crimes and the consequences of them as well as, no remorse coupled with a severe lack of empathy. Overall, I would conclude that the complex nature of the crimes committed along with behaviors displays suggest that the defendant is not psychotic and thus, capable of standing trial and facing the verdict.”

The red head delivered her analysis with devastating confidence, the glint in her eyes unwavering - a woman who knows she’s right and by god, you will know it too.

When was the last time anyone actually attempted to legally charge the Joker with his crimes? Honestly, most had forgotten it was even a possibility. The grandiose schemes and fights with the bats had elevated him beyond a mere criminal, more than a man and yet, that’s all he was - a man. A man who had been forcibly dragged back to reality by a determined Jasmine Fenton - budding psychologist and one of the newest idols for young Gothamites (the other being her brother who had been videod absolutely bodying the Joker on the street just a week prior - Joker was still nursing his wounds)

The deliberation of the court was unsurprisingly short - Miss Fenton had been clear with the facts and people were more than happy to utilize and opportunity to FINALLY punish the Joker. Joker’s lawyers couldn’t do much to stop the inevitable after all that the clown had done.

“The defendant is hereby found… guilty of all accused crimes & as such, sentenced to execution by the state.”

Gotham was free.

———

Based off of the idea that the Joker is only escaping proper legal punishment by being declared not guilty by reason of insanity. Jazz would not stand for that.

[astralis-ortus]

thunders of rage

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— even through the worst days, you're still my priority.

w.count → 1.1k genre → fluff, comfort warning → mild cussing, reader had a bad day and lashes out at chan :(, one time jump, kissies, chan referred to as chris, reader referred to as baby and babe a.n → based on this request! tysm for requesting♡ ⋆ see masterlist

the word terrible doesn’t even cover the magnitude of bad luck you’ve been facing for the past 10 hours.

from waking up late for work, buses not operating due to a strike and causing the subway being jam-packed, getting absolutely roasted by your supervisor for someone else’s mishap, having your work ruined by a coworker, to barely surviving the somehow never-ending rush hour while running only on a single piece of toast you had in the morning—you’re absolutely in no condition to socialize, even for the slightest bit.

“hey, babe,” your boyfriend’s cheery voice was the first thing you heard as soon as you stepped inside your shared apartment. noises coming out from the speaker on your living room were the thing you noticed next—and you swear you’re so close to losing your sanity.

“how was your day? i saw you barely ate your breakfast when i got back from the gym. are you okay?” oblivious to your nonexistent reply, chris had his eyes glued to the game while he continued to talk. “i haven’t decided what to make for dinner, by the way. do you—”

“can you decide that on your own?” you finally cut your boyfriend off, tone of your voice catching chris off guard. you’re not one to speak sharply—you know it might offend the other party even when you didn’t mean to, and chris knew that about you.

so when he heard that tone being used against him, chris knew something is absolutely wrong.

“let’s get ice cream, then?” chris immediately paused his game and shifted his focus onto you. he sees it now—the seemingly permanent subtle frown on your forehead, the nonexistent glint on the reflection of your eyes, the messy bun on top of your head.

something stresses you out. bad.

“sure.”

chris watched your exhausted trudge head towards the kitchen and grab a glass of water, contemplating the best course of action to get grumpy you to cheer up even just for a little. “and some pizza? or some dimsum? while we wait i’ll run a bath—”

“goddammit, chris!” the loud sound of cup slamming on the countertop startled chris out of his sentence, eyes wide when confusion, irritation, and hurt started to mix in his chest. “i just told you to decide it on your own! stop bothering me! do i need to make every decision for you? god!”

the room fell silent as chris tried to digest the words you aimed at him—but it felt like his head was on static. it only took him a second to get up and grab a hoodie, suppressing any reaction his instinct was telling him to do before he said something he would regret.

“i’m gonna go cool off,” chris quietly said as he headed towards the door, momentarily stopping to look at your tense back. he desperately wanted to stay—but he knows you needed time to be on your own.

“you should cool off too.”

and with that, chris left.

it’s been nearly two hours since chris left, and after a cup of warm tea and a long bath later, guilt finally caught you up in its tight grip.

you knew what you did towards chris was wrong—chris was simply trying to make sure he’s getting something you like because he knows only then your mood would seem to improve, but instead, all you did was accuse him of trying to bother you.

thoughts ran through your head while you stare at your boyfriend’s phone number, thumb hovering over the green button as you try to piece an apology in your head. you’re genuinely worried—it’s getting later in the night, and you still haven’t heard even a single peep from chris. you can’t help but feel worried.

but just as you were about to press the call button, your ears finally picked up the sound of your front door cracking open—chris is home.

“baby, i’m ho—”

chris stopped in his tracks as he felt warmth suddenly enveloping him—you’re hugging him tight, face buried on the span of his chest.

“i’m sorry,” you quickly whispered, barely allowing him time to process what happened within the span of 5 seconds. “i was wrong. i shouldn’t have acted like that. i just really had a terrible day, and—”

“hey, hey, hey,” chris couldn’t help but chuckle, finally wrapping his arm around you after he finally set down the plastic bags on the countertop nearby. “breathe, baby. slow down. you’re okay.”

peering up at chris, your guilt only seemed to dig its claws deeper when you saw his dimpled smile, beautiful eyes gazing right at you even after the sharp words you threw at him.

you felt like crap.

“i’m really sorry,” you croaked another apology, now near tears with the tip of your lips turned down. “i really acted like an ass back there but you still became the bigger person between us. i would’ve understood if you shouted at me, but—”

“baby,” chris shook his head as he gently cradled your face, pads of his thumbs running softly against your cheeks, “i would never forgive myself if i ever raised my voice at you, even during a fight. you’re my girlfriend—you’re someone i need to protect, and that’s what i’ll always try to do.”

the way chris loves you never fails to render you speechless.

some might say you’re the bigger romantic between the two of you—date plans, endless whispers of ‘i love you’s, constantly wrapping yourself around his arm. it’s all what people would see; but you know the nights chris would pull you closer when he notices your tossing and turning, allowing you to settle to the rhythm of his heartbeat. you know the days when he would buy you a single stem of the prettiest sunflower or the loveliest bloom of rose, all because you said you’ve always liked flowers but never the huge bouquet. you know how he would always walk on the side nearest to the road, and the way his arm never left the curve of your waist.

you know the subtle ways he remembers—his ways of saying i love you, and you would never change that for anything in the world.

“kiss me.”

a chuckle rumbles in chris’ chest to your request, beautiful twinkle in his eyes turning you warm and fuzzy. he then gently tipped your chin, whispering a soft ‘i love you’ as he brought his lips onto yours, relishing in the way swarms of butterflies burst under your feverish skin.

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[soursturniolo]

Hurtful Words • Nick Sturniolo

Synopsis: Nick and his boyfriend get into a fight the night before leaving for Boston. After some of the harsh words from Nick, his boyfriend is left hurt and uncertain of his place in his boyfriends life.

Pairing: Nick x male reader/character (no y/n but also no other name used, he/him pronouns)

Tags: angst, hurt, a bit of sunshine!reader x grumpy!nick, nick has a panic attack, comfort (happy ending because I guess I'm not 100% evil yet)

Nick had been extremely stressed all day. Nothing was going right, first he woke up late and missed his meeting. Then, he went to edit a video they had prefilmed to post while him, his brothers, and his boyfriend would be in Boston, just to discover the SD card was corrupted and nothing could be salvaged from it. Next, he developed a horrible headache as he was rushing to finish up packing for the flight tomorrow morning. Now, he was getting ready to film a replacement video with his brothers right as his cheerful boyfriend strode into his bedroom. Fuck , Nick thought to himself. He had forgotten his boyfriend was coming this early.

“Hey!” his boyfriend smiled as he made his way over to him, arms open for the usual hug they’d share. Most always, his boyfriends sunny disposition made him smile, but today it just made him irrationally angry.

“Hi,” Nick responds flatly, not meeting his partners eyes as he dodged the hug and affection being offered. If Nick had been looking up he would have seen the look of confusion and concern flash across the other man’s face as his arms lowered to the side upon seeing that Nick clearly didn’t want a hug.

The other man frowns as he takes in Nick’s disheveled appearance, hair sticking up from most likely stressful tugging, a clenched jaw and tense shoulders. Knowing Nick for almost a year now, he knows his boyfriend isn’t one to immediately talk out his feelings, so he doesn’t ask but quickly concludes it must have been quite a rough day for the brunette. Usually in these situations, they’ll cuddle and relax and watch some stupid TV show, so that’s what the man suggests. To which, Nick scoffs.

“I don’t have time to just lay around with you, I need to go do my job, I have so much shit I need to do before tomorrow,” Nick gripes, moving around to grab the camera and SD cards off his desk, stuffing them into a bag to take to the car where he’s sure his brothers are already waiting for him. In packing he’d lost track of time, looking at his phone to see its already 17 minutes past the time they said they’d meet in the garage.

His boyfriend nods in understanding, seeing the obvious stress practically pouring out of every pore of his boyfriend. He reaches out a hand, gently touching Nick’s arm, trying his best to sooth him.

“is there anything I can do to help?” he asks softly.

“Jesus Christ!” Nick exclaims, feeling overwhelmed by everything all at once, like his skin is on fire and every little thing makes his head pound even harder, yaking his arm away from the other man’s touch “yknow what actually, there is. Just leave me the fuck alone for two seconds!”

The man frowns slightly, taking a step back at Nick’s sudden outburst, wrapping his own arms around him, head cooking to the side minutely.

“we’ve been apart all day? I’m just trying to help, I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says softly, trying to give him a soft smile, which just makes Nick scoff and roll his eyes again. A deep frown paints his boyfriends face at the reaction, the man tightening his arms around himself, shoulders hunching in slightly.

“And you come in here all fucking smiles and hugs. you’re just happy all the fucking time. Just this fucking ray of sunshine. Some of us fucking aren’t. Maybe this just wasn’t a good idea.” Nick spits out, his words venom. Part of his brain is yelling at him to shut up seeing the hurt look spreading over his boyfriends face, but the angry voice overshadows that one, just wanting everyone to feel has horrible as he feels.

“What? What isn’t a good idea?” the man asks him, voice small, fearing the answer. Did Nick mean him coming to Boston along with his brothers to finally meet his parents? While he had been nervous about meeting his boyfriends parents at first, in the past few days he had become quite excited. Thinking of meeting his family, his family dog too. He had bought gifts for them all, even a chew toy for Trevor. Even today, the young man had found himself daydreaming at work, thinking of how well it all might go, imagining them all sitting around a table looking at photo albums and smiling as he learns more about the past of the man he so desperately wants a future with.

Nicks quick response has those hopes shattering, along with his heart.

“This. Us. I don’t know. I just need to fucking breathe. I’m leaving to film with Chris and Matt. Bye.” Nick half yells, voice strained as he stalks his way to the door, yanking it open and slamming it shut as he leaves, leaving a tearful man standing in the middle of the room wondering where it all went so wrong.

Nick was distracted the whole entire time they were filming, overcome with guilt and regret. He had been so harsh to his boyfriend, his number one supporter, next to his family of course. Flashes of the other man’s hurt face flicker in his mind, the timid and soft nature he had taken on as Nick raged at him, a shadow of the mans usually bright and bubbly demeanor. Even when he was short with him at first, instead of just leaving, his sweet boyfriend had still apologized and compassionately offered help. And what did Nick do to show his appreciation? Told him callously that maybe them dating had been a bad idea.

That wasn’t true in the slightest. They’d been together 7 months at this point, and it had been some of the happiest months of Nick’s life. He’d experienced a happiness that he never thought he’d get even remotely close to again, and this was how he repaid the man? Throwing his cheerful and sweet nature in his face as if it was something to be ashamed of? It made him sick to his stomach to recall how he’d behaved.

Noticing their brothers distraction, Matt and Chris suggested cutting the video short, under the guise of wanting to get on good nights sleep before their early flight home. The drive home was quick and quiet as Nick thought of all the ways he’d apologize to his sweet boyfriend who had a heart almost too good to be true.

The brothers quickly said goodnight and parted ways, Nick taking the stairs two at a time to get to his room so he could ask for the man’s forgiveness. Upon opening the door, he’s met with disappointment. He had left. Nick knew he shouldn’t be surprised though. As he pulls out his phone to call the man he knew he had hurt, a bag on his bed catches his eye, along with a note. He peaks in the bag, confused upon seeing four boxes wrapped in a plain purple wrapping paper, as he picks up the letter, recognizing the handwriting and feeling his heart clench painfully in his chest as he begins to read.

Nick,

I’m sorry, I never meant to upset you. I know I can be a lot, and I understand if it’s gotten too much to deal with. I was really looking forward to seeing Boston and meeting your family. But it’d be silly for me to tag along now, at this point. I had gotten some things for your parents, Justin, and Trevor. I was hoping you’d maybe give them to them for me?

Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back for my plane ticket if it’s too late to cancel it.

Thank you for the last 7 months, they meant the world to me. You did, too.

Nick feels tears gather in his eyes, beginning to stream down his face as he sits the letter down and quickly scrolls to his contact on his phone.

"please, pick up, pick up, pick up" he mutters, sniffling as he waits and hopes he'll answer. A shred of hope blooms upon hearing his call answered answer, the soft noise of a car engine in the back. Good, maybe his boyfriend hadn't made it home yet.

"baby?" Nick sniffles slightly, voice cracking. He hears the man on the other end of the line sniffle too, and he feels his heart crack a little more. he'd made his sweetheart cry.

"what do you need, nick?" the other man asks softly and tearfully.

"I need you. please turn around, I know you’re still in the car. I'm so sorry," Nick pleads.

"it's okay Nick," he sniffles, "just give those gifts to them, please?" he asks.

"no, I'm not," Nick cries, tears streaming down his face, one hand clutching his hair as the other clutches his phone against his ear, sagging against the wall and sliding down it into a heap on the floor, his chest feeling tighter and tighter.

"okay, I'll get them back from you when you guys get back home," he offers, which just makes Nick cry harder. He really fucked up this time.

"no, no you're supposed to give them to them, I want you to, I want you to turn around and come back here so I can tell you how fucking sorry I am and kiss you and watch a stupid movie with you and then we get up and we go to Boston tomorrow morning and you get to meet my family and see where I'm from and everything and they'll love you and your little gifts and your smile that can light up a room and they'll love you because I love you," he pleads over the phone, desolving into sobs on the phone.

the other man on the line tears up again at the sweet words and obvious remorse, and he wants to respond to them but Nick is spiraling in regret and sadness and he can hear that it's getting harder for him to breathe through his cries.

he turns the car around, beginning to take a shortcut back to the triplets house.

"Nick, I need you to breathe," the man says softly, hearing the loud cries through the speakers of his car.

"No, I'm not Nick, you never call me nick when we're alone, its always Nicky or sweetheart or babe," the brunette sobs, still feeling like his relationship is slipping through his fingers, and it's his own fault.

The man grips his steering wheel a little tighter, driving a little faster.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, I just need you to breathe for me, in your nose and out your mouth real slow for me okay? you know that box breathing technique I showed matt a few months ago?" he softly asks Nick.

"Yeah," Nick sniffles, breathing still shaking and disordered.

"Good baby, I'm going to count and I want you to breathe with me okay? I'm almost there but I need you to breathe for me until I get there, okay?" He asks softly.

As he continues to drive, he counts off and listens as Nick breathes with him, slight sniffles still present as he tries to focus on getting his breathing regulated with the knowledge that his boyfriend is coming back.

Nick doesn't even register the sound of his boyfriends car turning off or the sound of him using his house key to get in. his head jerks up to look up from his spot on the floor to see his boyfriend standing in his doorway. He quickly moves from his position on the floor, getting up and launching himself into his boyfriends arms.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean a fucking word I said," he sobs, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend tightly and burrowing his head into his neck, his tears wetting the skin. His boyfriend holds him just as snuggly in his arms, rubbing a soothing hand over his back as the other hand cups the back of his head softly.

"I know, its alright," the man sooths, but the words have an opposite affect on Nick, as the brunette pulls back quickly as he shakes his head.

"It's not alright! I was mean because I had a bad day and my head fucking hurts, and I hurt you. You didn't deserve that. I love you, and I love your personality and how loving and happy you are. It isnt something I or anyone should throw in your face. I should have talked to you, I should have thanked you for wanting to help me. I'm so sorry, ill be better, I'll get better at talking to you and communicating and not just blowing up at you for no reason," Nick sniffles, roughly wiping away his own tears.

"Okay, I forgive you," the other man offers softly, as he gently pulls Nick's hands away from the rough rubbing of his face.

"No! You shouldn't just forgive me, why are you being so nice right now?" Nick objects, confused by his boyfriends behavior as more tears make their way down his face.

The other man smiles softly and sadly, guiding his boyfriend over to the bed and sitting, pulling Nick down to sit right next to him. He gently guides Nicks head to rest on his shoulder as he wraps his arms around the man in a comforting embrace that Nick easily allows himself to be pulled into, the closeness easing the pain and regret in his heart.

"Let me ask you a couple things, okay? Maybe that'll help you understand why I'm forgiving you?" he offers, carding his fingers though Nick's hair softly, as he feels Nick nod and whisper is consent into his shoulder.

"Do you genuinely regret how you treated me?" A quick and firm nod from Nick.

"Do you see how hurtful your misplaced irritation can be?" Another firm nod and squeeze from Nick's arms around him is felt.

"Do you genuinely plan on working on communicating with me and being better in the future so this doesn't happen again?" Another nod and squeeze.

"Do you still love me and want to be with me, and want me to come to Boston with you?" This receives the fastest nod and squeeze of all the questions, making the man smile and turn to press a soft kiss to Nick's head.

"See. You acknowledged and took ownership of what you did wrong, you plan to work on being better, and I know you're genuinely sorry and regret hurting me the way you did. I trust you, so I trust what you say and the fact that this will not happen again. We will deal better the next time," he explains softly to the man in his arms.

"Okay. I promise I'll do better, I love you," Nick hoarsely whispers against his shoulder, cuddling more into the other man's side.

"I know, I love you too," Nick smiles wobbly as he hears those words and feels another kiss pressed against his head. He leans up, softly pressing his lips against the man's jaw, then his cheek, then thr corner of his mouth, smiling when we feels the skin move under his lips into a matching smile. Then, Nick presses their lips together in a soft and gentle kiss, trying to convey all the love and warmth he feels for the man in his embrace. His own ray of sunshine.

author's note: hey! i hope yall enjoyed! if you have any nick requests feel free to send em my way! im slowly but surely getting back into writing and i really want to write more for nick :)

no tag list on this post because I'm getting ready to redo my old tag list since most either aren't active anymore or have new usernames

[cece693]

Let Me Draw You

pairing: ken (barbie movie) x male reader tags: ken in the real world, extroverted male reader, artist male reader, ken is his sudden muse, open ended

Ken wandered through the streets of the real world, his wide eyes brimming with curiosity. Everything around him seemed larger, louder, and busier than anything in Barbie Land. People hustled past him, some throwing strange glances his way, probably because he was still dressed head to toe in his *new* favorite cowboy outfit. But Ken didn’t mind.

As he continued walking, his blue eyes caught sight of something—or rather, someone—staring directly at him from inside a small café. A man sat by the window, his gaze locked onto Ken with an intensity that made Ken freeze in his tracks. For a second, Ken thought he might’ve done something wrong. Did he accidentally break some unspoken real-world rule? Did he have something on his face?

Before Ken could decide whether to bolt or keep walking, the café door flew open, and the man came rushing toward him. His expression was filled with excitement, and he seemed so eager that he nearly tripped over himself. “Hey! You!” the man called out, breathless, as he came to a halt in front of Ken.

Ken blinked, pointing to himself in confusion. “Me?”

"Yeah, you!" The man was practically bouncing on his feet, his eyes scanning Ken up and down as though he couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m sorry to stop you, but I just have to draw you.”

Ken tilted his head, his confusion deepening. “Draw me?” he repeated slowly, trying to make sense of what the man was asking. “Why?”

The man smiled, clearly amused by Ken’s innocent bewilderment. “Because you’re perfect, just stunning. Your features, they’re unreal. You look like a sculpture or like a doll.” His eyes twinkled as he took in Ken’s sharp cheekbones and the way his hair perfectly framed his face.

Ken’s mind was spinning. He’d been called many things in his life—cool, fashionable, maybe even handsome once or twice—but no one had ever stopped him on the street just to draw him. He stood there, helpless and unsure, like a puppy who didn’t quite know what it was supposed to do. His big blue eyes darted from the man to the café, then back to the man again. No Barbie in sight to guide him.

“I…I guess?” Ken finally stammered, still sounding more confused than anything. Before he could say anything else, the man gently grabbed his arm, his touch soft but insistent, and began guiding him toward the café.

Ken allowed himself to be pulled along, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep up with the man’s eager pace. His mind was still trying to catch up to the situation, his heart fluttering in his chest with a strange mix of nerves and excitement. The man’s enthusiasm was contagious, and though Ken didn’t fully understand why he was being dragged into this café, he found himself smiling a little.

Once inside, the man ushered Ken to a small table by the window. “Here, sit down,” he said, his voice warm and inviting. Ken sat down awkwardly, fidgeting with the hem of his vest as he looked around.

“So, um…what do I do?” Ken asked, his voice soft and unsure, as he shifted in his seat. His feet fidgeted under the table, and his hands hovered in the air like he didn’t know what to do with them.

The man smiled, already pulling out a sketchpad and pencil from his bag. “Just be yourself,” he said simply, glancing up at Ken with a soft chuckle. “You don’t have to do anything. Just sit.”

“O-okay,” Ken mumbled, still unsure but trying his best to relax. He watched the man as he began sketching, his pencil moving quickly over the paper. Ken was used to being looked at, but this felt different. The way the man’s eyes flickered back and forth between him and the page made Ken feel…special, like he was worth paying attention to, not just because he was with Barbie, but because he was him.

As the man sketched, Ken found himself staring at him with quiet admiration. There was something calming about the way he worked, how his whole focus seemed to be on capturing Ken on the page. It made Ken’s heart flutter in a way that was new, unfamiliar, and a little overwhelming. Time seemed to slow down, and for once, Ken didn’t feel lost or unsure of himself. He didn’t feel like he needed to be anything other than who he was, and that was kind of nice.

When the man finally finished, he turned the sketchpad around, revealing the drawing to Ken with a proud smile. Ken’s eyes went wide as he stared at it. The drawing wasn’t just accurate—it captured something more. There was a softness in his expression, a vulnerability that Ken hadn’t even realized was there.

“Wow…” Ken whispered, his voice barely audible. He didn’t know what else to say. The sketch was beautiful, and it was him, but somehow, it made him feel more real than he ever had before.

The man smiled at Ken’s reaction, seeming pleased with his work. Then, almost as an afterthought, he tore the page from his sketchpad and handed it to Ken. “Here. You should keep this.”

Ken blinked, staring down at the sketch in his hands as if it were the most precious thing in the world. “Really? I can keep it?”

“Of course,” the man said with a soft chuckle. “I made it for you.”

Ken’s heart swelled with a warm, unfamiliar feeling, something that made his chest feel light and tingly. “Thank you…” he mumbled, still staring at the drawing in awe.

The man stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder. “I’ve got to run, but…maybe I’ll see you around?” He gave Ken one last smile before turning and walking out of the café.

Ken watched the man go, his gaze lingering on his retreating figure with a quiet sense of longing. There was something about him that made Ken feel safe, like he didn’t have to be anything other than himself. He stared after him, feeling that same flutter in his chest, something warm and hopeful.

As Ken sat there, clutching the sketch, he noticed something scribbled on the back of the paper. He flipped it over, and his eyes widened. There, written in small, messy handwriting, was a phone number. Ken’s heart skipped a beat, his cheeks flushing as he stared at the numbers. He glanced up again, watching the man disappear into the busy street. A soft, shy smile crept onto his face as the realization slowly sank in.

Maybe the real world wasn’t so bad after all.

[dombottom]

His laundry bag was right in front of me. I told myself it wasn’t weird or sexual. I just need to sniff his underwear to make sure I hadn’t accidentally grabbed anything clean. I pulled his neon briefs to my nose. Christ. They reeked of his young sweat. It was musky funky and their was a potent note of syrupy sweetness where his balls had stretched the pouch. It’s not weird I told myself. I just…love him. That’s all. Mom’s talk about love the way a baby’s head smells. Maybe dad’s love smells too. Yeah nothing weird. Or sexual at all. The raging hardon in my pants was unrelated. There was no way smelling my 18 year old’s puberty sweat aroused me. “Fuck” I whispered when my nose ended up in the spot it always did. The spot where he left the most mouthwatering-cock dribble inducing-head spinning sent of ASS. I closed my eyes and huffed. He wasn’t dirty he was just so damn musky. I hated myself for it, but I was obsessed with the boy. Head over heels in deep lust with my son. I’d never act on it ever! No matter how hard the smell made me or how easy it was to cum sniffing his ho— the greedy monster that made me do these heinous things made me wonder if I could get an even fresher set. Maybe they’d still damp. I always jerked off immediately if I could get still wet from his hamper. I’d shoot so had from his fresh sweat. I strolled to his room, “Hey Bluejay? You got anything you want me to throw in the wash?” I said. Fuck bad idea. The whole room reeked off him. Dear god he wore his lucky socks. Never washed, always rank. They were nasty and crunchy. At least once a week I bust a nut sniffing those foul socks.

I waited for him to acknowledge me. He didn’t get up or turn. “Dad. Do the words regional champion mean nothing to you? You do understand how fucking epic today was right?” He said. I paused because I was gawking at the beauty of the boy. Savoring the scent of his sweaty athletic body… wanting to drag my tongue the the crack of his little round as-NO! SON! WRONG! PERVERT! I scolded myself mentally. “No no I’m so proud of you! But it really reeks in here. Today you can enjoy the big win but tomorrow, clean this place up.” I said. It’d be easier to ignore how much I wanted him if he didn’t smell like sex 24/7. He flopped over propping himself up on his elbows. Smirk on his naturally bright pink lips. How two fuck ups like me and his mom managed to make the single most attractive boy on the planet was beyond me. His wavy brown hair hung into his impossibly blue eyes. We’d named him James after my grandpa, but when James just didn’t fit, and neither did Jim or Jimmy…the color of those eyes got him the nickname Bluejay. It fit. Just like he’d fit so perfectly in my arms… I wasn’t winning the whole -don’t fall in love son- battle. My only comfort was that I at least had the decency to hate myself for wanting him so bad. Jerking off to the boy was wrong. I knew it was. And if we could get rid of the nest of tasty smells in his room, maybe I’d be able to cut back on how much I beat my dick thinking about my boy. “Dad. Breath it in! That’s the smell of a champion. An award winning athlete. What do you want it to smell like in here, loser? Besides I like it. A lil musk makes a boy feel good about himself, you should get a closer whiff,” he said. He broke into an earth shattering smile. I could’ve sworn his legs opened a bit more. He threw his arms up behind his head. His pits smelled delicious. I felt a wave of blood rush to my dick and then another. I needed to get out. “I can smell you from here, and don’t clean ok whatever…any clothes?” I asked. “Just these,” he said. He picked up a pair of electric yellow briefs and wiped them through each pit and then flung them in my face. “Bluejay what the fuck that wasn’t very ni—oh. Oh fuck,” I said unable to keep it in. They were rank. His sharp teenage funk was all over them. To my horror, the mix of all his scents on his small briefs made my dick pop up fully hard. “That’s what I thought,” he said. He was up on his feet walking towards me. Was he hard to? No of course not what was I thinking. He stood in front of me and slapped my hardon playfully. “Pervert,” he said laughing. I covered my face in shame. “Bluejay I’m so sorry I’m just pent up it’s unrelated I swear I’m so embarrassed.” I said horrified. “No it’s not…that hardon is for me. I think it’s because of my butt. I think you like it. A pervert hard for his son’s butt. Thinking about anal sex with his boy!” he teased. I wanted to combust on the spot. I was about to beg and plead and apologize when he sprang.

In two quick movements he spun me and knocked me onto his bed. I didn’t have time to think. He jumped on top of me pinning me arms. God he was strong. “You really don’t know how to take a fucking hint Dad,” he said. His voice dropped an octave and became raspy. I’d never heard him sound, well, sexy. “Bluejay I’m-this is wrong. I just-I got carried away or something” I said. “Shut up.” He said flatly. He spun himself around so his back was to me and his ass was in my face. HIS ASS WAS IN MY FACE. I felt the heat. I could smell his hole so close to me. I’d never understood the meaning of the word desire until that moment. I tried to my push my face into his cheeks but he was just out of reach. “Aht-aht! Not til I say.” He gave me two playful slaps. “Now, let’s play with that big dick of yours,” he said. He fished me out of my lounge pants and started squeezing rubbing and groping. He was muttering under his breath “Big fuckin Dad cock and he wouldn’t give to me mmm I’m fuckin gonna ride it this mine now” I moaned as he played with me and kept talking nasty about his dad’s cock. He leaned down to sniff the base. He said fuck. He was feral after smelling my dick. He reached his hands back. He ripped open his singlet. “Oh god! You ripped it!” I said in shock. “Relax. You’ll buy me another one.” He said. I could smell his body. See the soft fuzz that trailed in and out of his perfect ass. “Tongue out.” He said sternly. I obeyed my boy. He lifted his hips and pushed back dragging his hole down my tongue. My whole body trembled as he groaned in pleasure. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting your big fucking dick? Mmm the veins look tasty. He said still pawing my meat. I started to feel a weird sense of pride from deep within. “Dad? I’ve been watching you play with your cock for years do you know that? I watch you shower almost every morning. I secretly hoped you’d catch me looking and touching my self. All hot for my Dad. I wanted you to make a move. but obviously you were never taking the first step. You’d rather just beat off sniffing my sweaty underwear.” He said coyly. I was filled with terror and embarrassment. “Bluejay I’m sorry I don’t even know what to say” I rambled while I caressed him. His pretty fuzzy cheeks. “Yeah that’s great is there any particular reason why you’re yapping instead of eating my sweaty champion ass?” Bluejay said pushing his perfect butt further back into my face. I pushed my nose into his crack. I sniffed till my lungs were full. He smelled like a mixture of old and fresh sweat. He was sticky from the ass sweat from round after round. I took a slow lick trying to make my tongue wide as possible to have a deeper taste. He was salty and sweet and the funky smell of his butt seemed to remain no matter how much I licked. I couldn’t think of the last time I’d felt this happy. I couldn’t tell you how long I ate him out. Maybe 20 minutes, maybe two hours. I fell into a trance licking his butt. My son’s butt. The most perfect boy in the world. I was licking his meaty and muscular but still soft glorious boy ass. Tasting my little winner.

He was up and spun on top of me. He opened the nightstand drawer. A half empty bottle of lube was in the drawer. My eyes rolled back thinking imaging him masturbating. I was finally giving myself permission to fantasize, crave him, think of him sexually. My love for him got even deeper. He started lubing me up. It brought me back to reality. “Woah woah Bluejay the first time might hurt and I’m kinda big so maybe we should do that next time” I said. Rubbing his leg. His perfect leg. Have you ever been in love with every inch of a person? Because I was. “Dad you’re fucking adorable. First time? I’ve been fucking for the last 4 years. I’ve fucked men, women, and at least 3 they/thems. Fucking is fun if the girl is fun. Guys are my favorite but they can be so sleazy no connection during the sex. If you’re with an nb you might as well invite as many people as you can. Anyway you’re actually very big but that’s what I want. If it doesn’t hurt when you’re getting stretched out what’s the point?” He said lubing up his hole. Dear god light brown hairs were all around his pink hole. Seeing him touch himself made my dick jump. He reached back and lined me up like a pro. He started to push and I cried out in ecstasy. “Hey why don’t you just put it in the newspaper that we fucked…keep it down.” He said. I popped into his hole. Right as I was about to scream out again. His foot still in his nasty lucky sock smashed into my face. “Shut it. Sniff it. Only champs stink like that right? I’m gonna keep it on your face as long as I want Dad I like making you smell my stinky socks. You can’t do anything about it.” He said as he began to rock his hips adjusting to the size. I took deep sniffs groaning as he started a slow bounce. “How’s that smell Dad? Talk about my stinky feet.” He said maintaining a steady bounce. “Oh god they smell so good Bluejay I’ve sniffed them to beat off before but having your feet in there makes it smell fucking amazing! Sour and sweaty so nasty I love it. I love you. Oh Oh you feel so tight” I said worshipping him. “Hey. You’re only talking about feet. Open your mouth let’s see how much champion you can swallow.” He said rolling his hips making my head go back. I opened my mouth and he jammed his foot far back enough that the rough fabric made me gag and cough and my whole body heave. “Ungh that made it swell inside me. Keep gagging Dad.” He said. The order was unnecessary because I wanted it in my mouth down my throat. His nasty socks were as tasty as they were stinky. Salty with sweat. “Do you even understand how long you made me wait for this dick? I just had to watch you frustrated trying to get a nut. I was right there presenting ass. Waiting for you on my knees…but this is how it has to be. Going forward, you do what I say. Do you understand?” He said. He got up into a squat and started long up and down strokes. “I didn’t know you wanted it. I felt like a perv. Oh god. I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so beautiful. You my biggest pride.” I said. He came down and started grinding. His eyes rolled back and he was wincing as he stirred his hips. “Oh god I’m definitely not done punishing you for keeping this dick from me. OH uhh it hurts so good Dad. Today is gonna be quick. Ok grab my cheeks spread them as wide as you can. And start fucking. Fast. And I mean fucking fast. I wanna hear the plop plop plop as your balls slap my butt. I’m ready to nut. Remember FAST,” His pale cheeks were flush, making his blue eyes look bluer. His bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead. I looked at him. He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. “You are just the hottest person I’ve ever seen. I’ve never had sex this good. And if we never do this again, this is the best night of my whole life.” I said in awe. He leaned down he smelled like sex. His natural ass funk had filled the air. I never wanted to breath air that didn’t smell like my boy’s butt. It was the best ass I ever smelled my dick had never been so hard before. It felt like it was still growing inside him. “Imagine my view.

“I’ve wanted this since I realized I like men. You look good under me dad. I like being in control. Now. I told you to fuck me FAST.” He punched me in the pec as he said fast. The impact made me want more of him. More ass, more nasty socks, more fucking punches! I grabbed his cheeks pulling as wide as I could. Just feeling my fingers digging into his asscrack made fall into stream of desperate needy affection. “Oh god I fucking love you Bluejay I can’t believe how perfect you are I love you so fucking much you have the best ass I’ve ever licked baby you are the most beautiful thing on the planet you have the best hole I’ve ever felt I’m in love with you every thing you’re my boy and I’ve always wanted to do this I’ve only beat off to you fuuuuck” I rambled as I quickly pumped in and out. “I said FUCK-ME-FAST!” He punched my chest with each word. Each hit made me go harder and faster. “Pick up the fucking pace dad! You have a big dick USE IT!” He said continuing to punch. I went faster than I ever had. No one had ever let me go that hard. That deep or at a full stroke. My cock reacted to the new sensations I didn’t know anything could feel so good. “Oh that’s it. Keep it up. Do that for your son. Just be a dad fucking your kid in the ass! Oh keep going here it comes! Hurt my asshole Dad, make it sore for me.” I did what he said I went hard. So fast he started whining on my dick. His hand went to his perfect dick. He started jerking in rhythm with me. He only stopped to punch my pecs so hard I grunted with each one. “That’s for keeping the dick from me! That’s for not making a fucking move! And that’s for making my lil butthole hurt like that yes keep going! Hard Dad keep going hard! I love you I love you oh GOD STRETCH IT DAD THAT BIG COCK IS MIIINE!” Somewhere between the punching jacking and fucking he shot one long spurt across my belly. “Don’t fucking stop!” He said slapping my face. I was instantly back at pace. I was sweating from every pore. My muscles burned and I was out of breath. But I didn’t let up. He spurted three more big ropes across my stomach and chest. He put his hand on my knee slowing me down to a full stop . He breathed heavy his lids hung halfway closed. He’d had that sheen that comes from sex. “My love let me lick your ass so I can cum. You got all sweaty again. Delicious. I wanna taste my baby all opened up. Your ass’s natural smell makes me crazy.” I said looking at him with hunger in my eyes. He collapsed onto me mixing sweat spit cum and god knows what else mixed as I pulled him close embrace. He kissed me tongue eager and curious as he explored what felt good. I was desperate to get back inside him. Feel his tight hole squeezing the sides my dick . Smell his special body odor. “I need ass in my face again. I wanna cum while I worship Bluejay’s butt. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been beating off to your pretty cheeks. Now I got to taste the real thing.” I said and he stared down at me with his usual glowing smile. He gave me another deep kiss anything he did made my cock pulse. He looked in my eyes and said, “that’s the thing Dad… you’re not gonna cum. The last thing I need is you getting post nut clarity. Making you get weird over the fact that we’ve started fucking. That it’s wrong. You understand? Not letting you cum keeps you obsessed with fucking me. Now as I recall, you have laundry to do, a new singlet to order… I hope you’re sorry for getting me so horny that I tore my champion singlet.” He wagged a finger at me. “I’m sorry Bluejay. I’ll listen to your orders more carefully next time.” I said feeling. “I like this Dad. I meant what I said when I came. Your dick is mine. Soon you’ll be all mine Daddy… Alright. We’ll play more when asshole stops buzzing from that fast fuck. Don’t you dare put on clothes. Naked chores so I can see how hard you stay for your son. And I can look a you without hiding.” He said as he sprawled out for a nap. “I love you so much.” I said. “Dad. Order me a pizza too.” He said. “Anything you want Bluejay.” I said. “Kiss it before you go.” He lifted his ass.

I kissed it. “Ok so go start the wash and come right back. That cycle takes 46 minutes to clean my clothes. So you will have 46 minutes to lick my ass clean. I want it so clean that if I run a finger through my crack my finger doesn’t smell like my 2 day old ass funk. Ha! Giving you orders makes me horny. You might be in my ass again sooner than you thought. My Dad has to do whatever I say. Cause he’s in love with me and desperate to dick his boy down. We’ll use the dryer cycle for licking my feet. Go drink water. Bring a bottle. I don’t wanna hear that your tongue is dry.” He ordered. “I love you so much. I need you. I want you controlling my dick. You’re right. Not cumming has made me more obsessed and needy for you.” I said desperate for him. “Good” he said.

[thisismeracing]

Hey, can I pleade request Mick dating a journalism major!reader in uni, (and she has to write a paper about something like 'a thing you find beautiful in everday life' or something like that and she writes about Mick, he reads it and realises she has feelings for him)? Please

P.S.: feel free ignore the part in the brackets

Beautiful things | MS47

⸺ the one where it's no secret you're in love with him, but he finally realizes it. ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

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Mick had a rushed routine as a driver and a famous one. You also had a rushed routine, though you were neither famous nor a driver. Quite the opposite and your friendship surprised a few people because you were a journalism major who just like in the cliches spilled your coffee on him on your first day at the paddock.

One of your college friends who happened to have a rich mom invited you to a weekend in the paddock, and though every catastrophic scenario went through your head you said yes. As it turned out, you did make a fool of yourself, but it earned you a new friend, and just like everyone once told you, nobody is paying that much attention to the point of remembering the comic situation you got pulled into.

You and Mick clicked and had been friends for around two years now. You made it work even with the hectic schedule and the traveling. He would take you with him whenever it was near enough for a quick plane ride and you didn't have classes. That's how it became a thing for him to know about your assignments and help you with them. He would tell you that it was relaxing to read your writing, and then proceed to do it every small free second he got (there were shots of him in the garage with a sandwich in one hand and your laptop in the other).

Coming to think about it, you suppose that maybe that's how you fell for him. Mick was always there for you even when he was on the other side of the world. He would call, and text, and get you small souvenirs. He would help proofread your assignments, and ask about your day. And don't get things wrong, you have tons of friends, but none of them felt like what you had with Mick. None of them slept with their phone by their pillow waiting for you to sleep and waking you up if they heard you having a nightmare. You kept telling yourself that he was just extra friendly. That he was the golden retriever guy everyone talked about, but that didn't mean he loved you. That, though, wasn't enough to convince your heart and you saw yourself slowly and surely fall for him.

That's how you ended up writing about him in your last assignment. One he wasn't supposed to read, but you forgot you shared the online folder with him and that he opened it every weekend to check for new stuff.

There are many beautiful things in everyday life, but some don't seem captivating to us every day. I love the sky, love the way the blue can turn into orange, and somehow get mixed into a light purple. How at night you get to see different glimmers of stars, and travel imagining cloud forms just like when it's daylight. But I don't see the sky as lovely when it's winter and there's no sun or white clouds, just a dark shade of grey. [...] I also find the rush of people in the city captivating, each going on about their lives, taking the subway, strolling with friends, walking the dogs, and buying groceries. Still, there are days when I hate the rush, and I hate how the dogs will stand in the way on the sidewalk, how the subway is full, and how loud a group of strangers can be. [...] But then there are the people. A person. He drives just as effortlessly as he walks. And the days when he walks with me, the dark sky is beautiful, the dogs barking in the way are music to my ears, and the packed subway is full of bursting dreams and hopeful people. I'm one of them. I'm hopeful he'll notice me one day. I'm hopeful he'll love me the way I love him. I'm hopeful he'll see me just as beautiful as I see him. To me, he's the everyday beauty, not because of his sparkly blue eyes, or soft blond hair, but because of who he is. I never get tired of him. I never will because he's this kind of beauty to me.

"Wow," he breathed after finishing your paper just as you were walking into his driver's room.

His big ocean orbs found your frame by the door, and by the way he was looking at you, surprise etched on his face, you knew he read the piece and connected the dots.

"Mick...I-...I'm so sorry- I-" Truth be told, you were on the verge of tears, what was supposed to be a beautiful day started to feel like a nightmare. You thought so many things, thought he would hate you, thought he wouldn't wanna be friends anymore, that he would laugh at you, but he smiled.

He gave you that overwhelmingly gorgeous smile.

Your heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, he was in front of you, still smiling, he reached for your cheekbones and connected your foreheads, taking a deep breath - something you weren't able to do because of your nerves.

"Schatzi, you're the most beautiful thing in the world," he whispered, and that small sentence was everything you needed to hear.

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[joedirtymadre]

Honeymoon Phase

AIZAWA X READER! (FLUFF!) Hope you enjoy! (Accepting requests!!)

You laid across your couch, reading a new book you grabbed after work. You sighed to yourself, you tried to concentrate on your book, but couldn’t shake off your built up frustration… “Ughh, I’ve reread this page 4 times already and I don’t even know what it’s about!” You groaned as you tossed it onto the side table. You sat up and immediately began bouncing your leg, “It’s been 2 months… 2 whole months… I know the honeymoon stage dies, but this badly?” You sighed as you sat back.

You stared at your wedding photo of you and Shota, “We’ve always been obsessed with each other… but he’s died down drastically… in the span of 2 months. We’ve barely been married for a year and he’s already tired of me? I miss the nights he would…” you felt your cheeks burn as you would think back to those long nights. You stood up and walked over to your bathroom, staring into the mirror. You analyzed your face, body, and hair, “Maybe he thinks I’ve let myself go…” You said to yourself softly.

Suddenly an idea popped into your brain. “I’ll surprise him! Though he hates surprises… but it’ll be fine! Where’s my makeup?” You asked excitedly. Hoping you would finish your plan before he arrives home.

You raced to put on some light makeup, a nice black dress, and fixed your hair. You checked the mirror and nodded, “Now onto the kitchen!” you beamed as you raced over to throw on an apron. You decided to make some curry with rice. After cooking you set up the table and placed two hot plates on the table. You looked over at the clock and rushed over to throw your apron in the laundry room. With a minute to spare you topped off your glasses with some wine and stood excitedly by the door.��

Right on time your husband slowly opened the door, “I’m ho-” he stopped himself as he was surprised by your presence. “(Y/N)?” He asked, confused. “Hi honey,” you smiled. “Hey… what’s up with the get up?” He asked as he placed his stuff down. “I-I just wanted to look nice for y-you…” you trailed off. “Ah,” he nodded. “I also made some food,” you smiled excitedly. “Oh no thanks, I had a pretty big lunch at work so I’m not hungry,” he said as he put on his slippers and headed towards the restroom. “O-Oh…” you said softly. “I’m gonna go wash up,” he said as he shut the door behind him. “Kay…” you replied. You slowly walked over to the table and stared at the plates. 

You grabbed them and decided to toss the food in the garbage. “I’m not hungry either…” you whispered to yourself as you cleared the table. Once finishing you headed towards your bedroom to undress and remove your makeup. “So much for a surprise…” you sighed as you looked into your bedroom mirror and stared at your pajamas. 

You walked back to the living room seeing Shota lounging on the sofa reading a book. You decided to continue yours, you grabbed your book and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Did you put the food into the fridge?” He asked. “No,” you replied. “Did you eat it all?” He asked. “I tossed it,” You responded, not once looking up from your book. “Huh? Why would you do that?” He asked. “You didn’t want it, I didn’t want it. Why wouldn’t I toss it?” You asked. “I would’ve taken it to work,” he replied. You glanced over to him, and noticed the perplexed look on his face. “I wanted to surprise you with a meal, you didn’t want the meal. So I got rid of it, I didn’t want to see it later and think of how you paid no mind to my efforts,” you said coldly. “Efforts? You’re not making any sense (Y/N),” Shota said as he inched closer. 

“What am I saying that’s making it so hard for you to understand? For the past 2 months I’ve received nothing from you, you’ve changed… You used to bring flowers, desserts, tell me I’m pretty, small things like that. But recently everything stopped, I thought I was the problem… Maybe I let myself get too comfortable or let myself go… so I wanted to surprise you, I got dolled up and made a nice meal for us to sit and catch up. But-... It’s fine, it doesn’t matter…” you explained. “(Y/N)...” you heard him trail off, you felt him move closer to you. But making sure you glue your eyes to your book. “(Y/N) please look at me,” he pleaded. “For?” You asked. “(Y/N), please,” he said softly. You knew he was sitting right next to you, you moved your eyes slightly towards him. “Yes?” You asked softly, hoping your voice doesn’t crack.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been so busy with work and the students that I didn’t notice you felt this way,” he said as he cupped your face. “I said it’s fine… Everyone says the honeymoon stage doesn’t last forever. Of course you’d eventually get tired of me,” you said softly as you stared into his eyes. “I would never get tired of you. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I don’t care about you. You know I’m obsessed with you, I love you,” he said softly as he inched towards you. You placed your finger over his lips, “What makes you think I’ll give you a kiss? 2 months with no kissing, hugging, spooning, or…” you felt your ears burn red as you avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. I want to make it up to you,” he smiled softly as he placed your hand in his and kissed it. 

“Hmph,” you turned your face, wanting to hide your blush. “Thank you for dinner, it looked delicious,” he smiled. “It did…” you replied. “And… you looked beautiful, I had to hide away in the restroom or else I would’ve…” he trailed off. “Huh?” You asked as you turned to face him. “Well you always look amazing, but you wore that dress I love. How else would you expect me to act, but normally I always keep my cool around you. I didn’t wanna scare you,” he replied as he cupped your face again. “You noticed? I was afraid you thought it was just any black dress,” you laughed. “Of course I noticed, but I’m sorry I didn’t notice how much I’ve been slacking these past few months. I’ll do better, starting now,” he said as he stood up. 

“Right now?” You asked. You watched as he extended a hand out to you, you slowly placed yours in his. He slowly helped you up, but you were soon tossed over his shoulder. “W-Wait! Shota?” You gasped. He then walked towards the kitchen table, “And we’ll be needing this,” he said as he grabbed a wine bottle. “Now let’s go,” he said. “Go?” you asked. “Yeah, you said I haven’t been showing you any attention for the past 2 months. Well I’ll make up for that, right now. Hope you’re ready (Y/N),” He said as he headed towards your bedroom. 

You felt your face burning. Feeling nervous for the night ahead, but you can’t lie to yourself, you’re also really excited for what’s about to come.  

[vanessa-parker]

Hawks' Pretty Bird

Hi guys! This is my first story as to what I think being with Hawks is like! If you like it and want another chapter please let me know! It starts off pretty risky as that's how I think it would actually be lol

“Hey hottie”, you say landing after spotting the number 2 hero perched on a building. Hawks turns towards the sound an eyebrow raised “Jeez, way to make a guy blush, sweetheart. Not to sound cocky, but I take it you're a fan of mine.” He says with his signature grin. He notices the wings behind you are similar to his except for the color. Your wings are beautiful shades of blue. You blush as he stares “I'm guessing you have a bird mutation quirk like me?” You nod “I sure do! Except my feathers are prettier,” you say a hint of playfulness in your tone. Hawks can’t help but smirk “Well, aren't you a confident one. If you keep talking like that, you'll make me act a bit territorial and get possessive of my feathers.” You shrug “What can I say, I do think those eyes of yours are beautiful,” you say with a wink. Hawks laughs “Well, looks like we got a charmer on our hands. You keep up this flattery and I'll end up inviting you back to my place.” You grin back at the #2 hero “Maybe that’s what I’m trying to do but I kinda wanna see this possession you have of your feathers.” Your heart is racing you’re usually not this bold but after your last relationship, you decide on a different approach. “Heh,” he laughs “careful what you wish for. But just a fair warning, once I lay a claim on something it's usually a done deal. You sure you can handle it?” You smirk and the man’s cockiness, trying not to lose your own you reply allowing your feathers to glide under his chin “Show me what you got bird boy” and with that, you launched yourself into the night sky.

“Oh man, you did not just call me "bird boy" and then fly off like that. You're going to regret that comment once I catch up to you.” He mumbled to himself Keigo's wings flap rapidly as he propels through the night sky, trying to keep up with the speed of your flight. He can't help but wear a competitive grin on his face as he chases after you. “Looks like we got ourselves a little speedster over here.” He says his tone teasing, you laugh once more “Come on #2 I thought you were the fastest hero” Keigo grins as you laugh, the competitive fire in his eyes growing stronger. He pushes himself harder, his wings beating fast as he catches up to you. “Oh ho, so now you're teasing me. I'll have you know I'm the number 2 hero, and I can prove it right now. You might be fast, but there's no one faster than me.” you suddenly stop facing him flapping your wings to keep you afloat you laugh as he crashes into you allowing you both to free fall. Keigo lets out a surprised yelp as you suddenly come to a halt, causing him to crash right into you. His eyes widen in shock as the two of you fall through the air. He quickly regains his composure, grabbing onto you to stop your descent. The thrill of the adrenaline rush was coursing through his body, but also he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at being bested so easily. "What the hell was that for?" you laugh rolling out of Hawks's grasp and begin flying next to him poking at his side “I wanted to see how fast #2 was” Keigo rolled his eyes at your teasing, but he couldn’t help but let out a slight chuckle. He continued to fly alongside you, his wings flapping swiftly through the night sky.

“Oh, so you chose the most dramatic way possible to test my speed, huh? You’re quite the mischievous one, aren’t you?”

“What can I say” Keigo chuckled at your response, a sly grin playing on his lips. He continued to fly alongside you, occasionally flicking his wing feathers in your direction to tease back. “You know, if you wanted to test my speed, we could have done something a bit less reckless. Like a race instead of a free-fall.” you giggle at the sensation of the feathers “I thought you’d like a challenge” He couldn't help but let out another chuckle as you giggled at the sensation of his feathers. He took a moment to glance over you, his gaze lingering on your form for a brief moment before returning his attention forward. “A challenge, huh? Well, I can’t deny that I do enjoy a little competition. But if I win, you owe me something special.” 

"You’re on" Keigo’s competitive spirit flared up at your acceptance of the challenge, a cocky smirk now plastered on his face. "That’s the spirit! You’re in for it now. The winner gets a special prize, deal?" "Deal race you back to your place" you laugh as you launch further into the sky Keigo let out a low chuckle at your quick exit, his eyes narrowing in focus on the challenge at hand. He pushed himself forward, his wings beating faster and stronger, propelling him forward through the night sky toward the direction of his home. He called out to you as he flew. "You’re gonna eat your words, sweetheart!" you laugh at his words, with his apartment in sight you dash towards the open window not seeing Hawks suddenly arms wrap around you as you crash land into the apartment. Keigo lets out a victorious chuckle as he wraps his arms around you, and crash landing together on the floor of his apartment. He pins you down, holding you in place. His breath comes in short pants as the adrenaline coursed through his veins. He looks down at you, a sly grin on his face. "Looks like I win." You blush at the position you’re in "Technically it was a tie"   Keigo lets out another chuckle, feeling your body beneath him. He shifts his weight on top of you, not bothering to release his grip just yet. "Tie, huh? I don’t remember agreeing to a tie. A deal is a deal, sweetheart. I think that means I get my prize now."

You roll your eyes, "Yeah yeah what is it?"

Keigo grins down at you, his eyes raking over your form. He continues to keep you pinned beneath him, savoring the moment. "Hmm, let's see... I do love the feeling of victory. So maybe I'll take some credit for the prize." He lowers his face closer to your ear, his breath sending a shiver up your spine. He whispers into your ear. "How about I claim you for tonight?"

[skzhua]

Episode ten. (finale)

MASTERLIST

pairing: XO, Kitty's Min Ho x Female Reader

genre: Fluff, angst, enemies-to-lovers, slow burn, coming-of-age.

word count: 3k

warnings: Swearing, suggestive (like, a lot...), reader and Min Ho are clingy as hell.

summary: Transferring to KISS was the last thing you had asked for and, yet, a certain tall boy made it seem both worse and better than you expected.

note: Bold - Korean, Italic - Over the phone

a/n: A short cute ending... I miss writing this series already. Thank you for the love for this one <3

You smiled at him and let him hold you. "I am okay, just a bit shaken up from it all."

He sighed in relief. "You do know I went to her first because I was scared she'd worsen the situation, right?"

You were about to respond but seeing Dae coming at light's speed right at Min Ho, you backed away in fear. Kitty was running after him, just as overwhelmed as you were. Your breathing quickened once Dae grabbed him by the collar before slamming him against the wall. He was smaller, but definitely strong enough to be able to hurt Min Ho.

"You call yourself my friend?" Dae said, anger taking over him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know!" he yelled, shaking Min Ho's body.

"What are you doing?" Min Ho said, acting unfazed by what was happening. "Let go."

His grip finally loosened as Kitty arrived. Min Ho quickly joined your side again, putting his frame in front of you in a protective way.

"Dae, stop it, it's not Min Ho." she begged him. "This has nothing to do with him."

He observed you and your boyfriend, his eyes blinking a few times as he tried to process his own actions. "I'm sorry. I thought you and Kitty-"

"And I think," Min Ho shouted, cutting his sentence off. "you two should have remained pen pals. I think we all think so, too. Including her."

He took your hand and rushed you out of the room. You sent a sad look to your two other friends before you walked out the door. Min Ho didn't say a word until you got to the dorm. You both changed clothes and sat in the kitchen in silence. As he prepared a night tea for you as he'd usually do, you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. This was definitely not how you thought the end of the semester would look like.

"Min, can we-"

"Talk?" he said in a hard voice. "Haven't we done enough talking today?"

You huffed. "I was about to ask if we could just relax. You're tense."

He put the mugs down in front of you as a sarcastic chuckle left his mouth. "My apologies after feeling like shit when my best friend just told me he thought I had a thing for his girlfriend when I am obviously smitten with my own. And that my girlfriend might have thought for a second I cared more about the only person I've been hating for months than about her."

You said nothing in response. The shake in your grip as you brought the drink to your lips said everything to him. You were frightened, and not by anything. By him. He raised his voice at you for the first time, and you weren't even the problem.

"Hey." he said in a much gentler tone. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."

"I know."

You continued to drink quietly but he didn't take your answer as a good sign. He heard the slight worry in it and he hated the fact he caused it.

"I'm serious. I shouldn't have put all of my frustration on you, it's not fair."

You shook your head. "But you are right. I did worry for a second you cared more about her than me. It's stupid, I know. It's just..."

"Tell me, I won't judge."

You hesitated but eventually gained the courage to say it. "You're hot as hell when you act all heroic."

He spit his drink out before exploding in laughter. Meanwhile you started to whine and pout, shushing him from laughing at you.

"You promised you wouldn't judge." you cried out playfully.

"You're just too cute." he sneered at you. Walking around the counter, he stopped in front of you and brushed the hair off your face. "You wanted to be the one I saved and not Kitty?"

"No, I get why you did that because she was the one on fire and all. It's just you look handsome when playing the saviour."

He grinned and wrapped your legs around himself, helping you get a grip on him. "You want to be the damsel in distress that bad?"

"Yes." you admitted with a pout.

"Gosh, you look good when you're acting all innocent."

Getting a firmer grip on your thighs, he lifted you up which allowed you to be at his height. Licking his lips hungrily, he looked at you in a seductive way. You were glad he was holding you as it made your knees so weak just from the sight of him. Brushing your fingers through his dark locks, you attacked his lips. The tea long forgotten, he went immediately to his room and dropped you on the bed. Crawling on top of you, you took in his features with the little light you had. Even in the dark, he was breathtaking.

"Are you okay with this?"

You snorted. "As if this is the first time we've done something like this."

He shook his head. "I know but we might go further from here."

The tug you did on his shirt told him plenty. If you were that eager to take the clothes off him, you were eager for something else as well. He removed his upper clothing and leaned down to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I might go rough."

"I'm that hot?" you teased.

"Bloody fucking hot."

The front door opening only resulted to the both of you groaning in frustration.

"We really can't have a fucking break from them."

You laughed and gave him a kiss. "You're just sexually frustrated from being interrupted."

"And you're not?"

You giggled. "Cuddle up, I'm tired."

Though he would have liked to do something other than that, he complied and engulfed you in his warm body. You breathed in his smell and smiled to yourself. In all of what happened that day, you were just grateful to still have him by your side.

The morning was eventful. Kitty and Q were apparently mad at one another, Florian surpassed Dae in getting the best grades and you and Min Ho were nothing but depressed. He had told you he was going to Los Angeles to spend the holidays with his mother. You just didn't expect it to hurt as much. Still in bed, you played with his hair as he laid on your stomach.

"Baby, I can hear your heart and it's so fast." he mumbled.

"It's because I'm mad at you."

He sat up and moved to face you. "I'm leaving for a month at most, I'll be back before you know it." he reassured you as he stroke the skin of your sides softly.

"You're, like, the only good thing I have gotten out of this school. What am I going to do without you?"

"You're so dramatic, it's almost cute."

"Almost?"

He huffed. "Don't make me say it."

You laughed and brought his face to yours to kiss him. Your moment was cut short when you heard a groan from the other side of the room. Dae lazily got up and glanced at the two of you, both in shame and in embarrassment. While Min Ho brought the covers back on his upper body and turned his face away, you got out of his grasp and walked to Dae.

"Good morning."

"Hey." he said in a small voice.

"I know it's not really my place to tell, but you two care for each other a lot. I think it's the least of things to fix your problems before he leaves."

He let out an exhale and nodded. You gave him an encouraging smile before announcing to Min Ho that you were going to the other two flatmates.

You were sure to have heard Kitty's voice earlier so you didn't know why you only found Q in the living room.

"Hey, where is Kitty?"

He put his phone away and smiled sadly. "She got caught... for living with us."

You brought your hand to your mouth. "She's getting expelled, isn't she?"

"We don't know yet."

You sat with him and patted his back in comfort. As the door to the boys' room opened, you were at least glad to see them calm and amicable. Min Ho wasn't one to show his feelings much, so you knew they apologized and cleared things up.

"I'll need help packing." he said to you.

"Ask someone else, it'll just remind me you are leaving." you fake-cried.

"Stop being like this, come on." he nodded his head back to his room.

You shook your head. "Can we do something first?"

"What?"

Packing could wait. Instead, you offered him to go take some fresh air. You didn't care if you had no plan prepared whatsoever, you just wanted one last sweet moment with him before he left. You led him to a spot where a blooming tree stood with a bench next to it. Laying your head on his shoulder, you sighed as you reminisced the past months in this school.

"You're sad."

You let out a chuckle. "Thank you, Mr. Obvious."

"Don't be."

"Easier said than done."

He lifted you chin up and kissed your forehead gently. "We're not breaking up. I'm only going to see my mom... I miss her a lot."

You sniffed. "I know, and I'm glad you're going to spend time with her. I... I wish I didn't hate you so much before. So we could have had more time together, you know?"

He patted your head slightly before putting his hand on your cheek. "I think we hated each other for a reason. I know for a fact I hated how you presented yourself as that perfect girl who is too attractive for her own good."

You frowned. "Is it really how people see me?"

He laughed. "I can't say for others, but for me yes. And you just had to be that mesmerizing, it scared me."

You nodded your head slowly. "I see. And how was it a good thing for us?"

"It only drew me to you more. And before I knew it, I couldn't get you off my mind."

You melted at his words. "Me too."

"And, so," he continued. "that means you won't be out of my head when I'm away."

"Got it." you chuckled. "It still sucks."

"I know. We'll call, don't worry. You're not getting rid of me so easily."

"Can I do something real cheesy? You have no right to laugh at me, though."

As much as you hated it, he was right. You had nothing to worry about.

He grinned, expectedly. "What is it?"

You took the ring on your thumb off and asked for his pinky. You carefully placed it on it as it fitted perfectly. He let out an exhale at the gesture. With no hesitation, he took one of his own rings off and put it on your thumb as it was too big for your other fingers. He placed a soft kiss on it, earning a giggled from you.

"I love you."

Your eyes automatically got filled with tears. "Not more than I do."

So, with a heavy heart, you helped him pack his things. You made sure he brought with him a few of the polaroid pictures you took together and made him promise he'd show you off to anyone he met there.

"I'll go get my skincare products." he said after he pecked your lips.

You finished off by zipping up his luggage and it felt odd to see his side of the room almost empty. You had packed your own things as well since you'd be moving back with your uncle and aunt for the winter break. You brought everything by the front door and he was in awe at the sight.

"You're too sweet. I could have done that myself."

You took his hand. "It's helping me cope."

"Sure." he laughed. "I have to say bye to the others."

You knocked at their door and opened it to see them have a moment of their own, Q almost crying. You immediately went to hug Kitty yourself.

"You're really not coming back?"

"I'm afraid I'm not."

You could only tighten your hug from her words. "I'm really going to miss you."

Min Ho hand shook with Q. "Cheers, dude. I'll see you after the break."

You broke away from Kitty and hugged Q in his turn. "I better see you next semester."

"You will, for sure."

Min Ho pulled you back into his arm and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. "She's a bit emotional today."

You slapped him on his chest and he answered with a kiss on your head.

"We had a good run, Covey. Be good." he waved at her.

"Thanks, Min Ho."

With that, you both took your things and went outside to wait for your own car to come. This was it, a last moment before you could see him again in a month. You could keep away from each other, only able to say sweet words and goodbyes with a few kisses here and there. Your car was the first to arrive.

"Hop on, little pup."

You rolled your eyes. "Says the one who wanted us to stop with this."

"No, you were right. It's cute."

You smiled and kissed him one last time while your driver put everything in the trunk. "Text me when you get there? Just to let me know you, unfortunately, didn't crash."

He let out a scoff. "Alright, Park. Be petty."

He hugged you tightly before helping you get in the car. You waved him off as the chauffeur drove away from him.

You watched the trees pass by a few minutes later, finally getting used to the idea of him being away. The sudden pings from your phone were ignored at first, until they became too persistent. With annoyed groan, you opened your message app.

Dami: Hi, Y/N. I hope I have the right contact.

Dami: I am Min Ho's mother, Dami.

Dami: I'm sure he mentioned me, he sure mentioned you a lot to me.

Dami: I'd love to surprise my son when he gets here, if you are interested to participate.

Dami: Can I give you a call?

Although he was in first class, Min Ho hated travelling for hours. Getting close to no sleep, having to go through security at the airport, all of it were nothing but stressful. As he finally got his baggage back, he cheered himself up mentally with the thought of seeing his mother again. He kind of wished you were with him, to meet his mom properly.

To no surprise, the only recognizable person he saw was his mother's assistant. She bowed at him as a greeting before indicating for men, who he assumed were bodyguards, to get his things for him. He was disappointed she didn't come to get him herself, but he understood she was a public personality.

He was glad that the ride to where his mother lived was quick and efficient with close to little, even none, traffic. The gates of the mansion opened and he immediately spotted her standing at her porch, a smile spread on her face.

"Mom." he said as soon as he got out of the car.

"My boy! I'm so happy you got here safely." she exclaimed before hugging him tight. "Are you feeling tired?"

"A little bit, but I'm just happy to see you."

"Me too."

She led him inside and showed him the main rooms of the house before they sat in the living room. She offered him a refreshing drink before she installed herself comfortably.

"How was school? Did you do well?"

He nodded proudly. "Yes. I had excellent grades and I'd say I did better than last year."

"I'm glad." she said cheerfully. "You got along well with your friends? Made some more?" He nodded again happily. "And what about Y/N?"

He froze. "What about her?"

He hadn't gone in details about his relationship with her. Sure, he told her they were seeing each other but things got in the way and they were too busy for him to explain how things evolved.

"Are you in love?"

His face flushed as he got embarrassed. "Ah... I think I am."

She clapped her hands in excitement. "You could have invited her here, I would have love to meet her."

"I couldn't do that. She has her family back there. Plus, I could've scared her off by inviting her so far away after such a short amount of time being together."

She smiled sadly. "What a shame."

"Yeah..." he trailed off. He couldn't quite believe he already missed you. "It really is."

"So how come was I able to fly her here before you arrived?"

His head shot up from his mother's words. Looking around, and then looking back at her, he scoffed.

"Don't pull a joke like that!" he complained.

"She's not kidding."

He almost jumped from the sound of your voice coming from behind him. His brain malfunctioned as he looked back and forth from his mom to you.

"You little-" he cursed before chasing you.

You ran away as you exploded in laughter. Being smaller and weaker than him, he caught you in no time before spinning you around.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Surprise?"

He huffed and put you down. "You're crazy. You've got your family to spend the holidays with."

You shrugged. "A free trip to LA on a private jet to see my boyfriend sounded like a better deal. And don't worry, my aunt and uncle know I'm here."

He grinned like a child before pulling you into a long-lasting kiss, not even caring that his mom was in the same room. After you broke away, he led you to sit down with him.

"You were right, Min Ho. I love her." Dami squealed.

He smiled and then moved his eyes to stare back at yours. They glowed like never before and he couldn't believe how you were so mesmerizing to him.

"I love her, too."

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[dilvuc]

❝STUCK IN THE STORAGE ROOM❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: stuck in the gym storage

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: azul ashengrotto x m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: while putting away the supplies, you two ended up getting yourself trapped inside

"Such an embarrassment...but I managed to rise up." Azul smiled proudly as you two carried the gym supplies to the gym storage. You stifled a laugh, trying to hold back. The light gray haired male glared at you, "Is something the matter, [Y]?"

"Nothing~" you snorted.

Oh-ho? It seems like you're making fun of me. That isn't the first time you laugh at me..." Azul sends you a death stare with a smile. You chuckled softly, "You were nearly a few cm off the ground. Everyone and even Floyd can pass that."

"Hmph! Just because you're in the Pomefiore, doesn't mean you're beautiful on that broom!" Azul argued as you two entered into the gym storage and put the supplies in place.

"At least I practice my flying~" you grinned, placing your hand on your chest with pride. Azul huffed. The two of you begin arguing about the flying lesson, not realizing that the door of the storage room is being closed until they stopped mid-fight when they heard a click.

"Eh?"

You headed over to the storage door to open it, but it was locked. "Ah..."

"What is it?" Azul asked with worry. You turned to him with a nervous look on your face, "Uh, I think we're locked in here."

"W-what?!" The Octavinelle dorm leader panicked before rushing over to open the door, but it wouldn't barge. "Shit. Someone accidentally locked us in here..."

You place your hand on the handler, trying to pull the door open with all your strength. Azul joined in to help you open it. With all the strength you two use, the door won't open.

"Damnit. We're stuck here." Azul mumbled. You snapped your fingers, "Ah. We should call our friends."

"Good idea, but..." the light gray haired male trailed off. You tilted your head, "but...?"

Azul sighed with disappointment, "I left my phone in my locker..."

"Don't worry, I have my phone-" you paused when you noticed your phone battery. "...it's dead..."

"You're hopeless..." Azul pushed his glasses up his nose with a look of disappointment. You scoffed, "Say the one who left his phone in the locker."

"And now we're stuck here without help." Azul huffed, crossing his arms. "I hope Jade and Floyd notices that I'm gone."

"Rook is everywhere. I'm sure he will notice in a split second." You shuddered at the thought of Rook finding literally everywhere. "Vil will be pissed when he finds out that I'm missing..."

Azul sighed as he plopped down on the mattress, "Hm. I guess we should wait for others to notice and come find us. It'll be the two of us..."

"Yeah..." You plopped down on the mattress next to Azul, catching him off guard. "Just the two of us..."

"..."

"..."

There was awkward silence between you two. You two argue literally all the time, judging each other and now you're just sitting in silence. You two are alone in the storage room locked inside, waiting for someone to come save you guys.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...Say, this is similar to the manga where a boy and a girl are stuck in a storage room..." you spoke, turning Azul's attention on you. "...then, they started to get freaky in there."

"...W-what?!" Azul stood up from the mattress and gave you a dirty look, "You pervert! Are you thinking of getting freaky with me?! You read 18+ novels, do you?!"

"H-hey! I wasn't planning to do anything to you! I'm just saying!" You blushed. "But...before that...they expressed their feelings for each other..."

"...! Why did you...bring that up anyway...?" The Octavinelle dorm leader asked. You look away, rubbing the back of your neck. Azul blushed before sitting back down on the mattress next to you, "I see...I understand. That's how you feel, huh? Hm...you're lucky that I feel the same way as you."

"...!"

"Don't b-be too happy about it! I'm only saying it once!" Azul stammered. You couldn't hold it any longer. It is Azul's fault that his lips are kissable, that you couldn't resist it. Without hesitation, you grabbed Azul's hand and pulled him in a kiss, causing him to be off guard.

Azul pushed you away, "Don't just kiss me without a warning, you idiot! I didn't get a chance to prepare myself." The Octavinelle dorm leader then wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in another kiss. His pull was enough to pull you down on the mattress with him without pulling away from the kiss.

"...I want us to stay like this a little while longer." Azul whispered after pulling away from the kiss. You hummed as you slowly leaned in for more, "Me too...I love you."

"Hah. I love you too..." Azul chuckled softly, pulling you back in a kiss.

"Ugh...No one notices our disappearance yet." You mumbled while fixing your wrinkled clothing. Azul sighed before putting his glasses back on, "At least we have our time..."

"It's funny that you are tempted to kiss more~ We nearly got freaky." You smirked. The light gray haired male blushed, "Tch! Don't say that! Let's go back to trying to escape...!"

"Aye, aye, captain octaboy~"

"...And...meet me at my dorm when we have time. Don't be late." Azul looked away with his arms crossed. You grinned, "Sure, sure~"

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I Did It For You (G/T Homelander x Reader)

2433 words. Hurt/comfort. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You are harassed by a scuzzball co-worker, and Homelander is a bit too forceful in protecting you.

You have been dating Homelander for a couple months now, with this fact hidden from the rest of Vought. However, you were fortunate enough to transfer from your boring desk job to become Homelander's personal assistant, allowing the two of you to spend more time together without suspicion. While most of your former co-workers are confused as to why you would take such a dangerous position, you shrug off their concerns and keep your real reasons to yourself.

One evening after a considerably busy workload, you are separated from Homelander to finish up some paperwork before signing off for the night. Making your way down the halls of your old floor, you are approached by one of your prior co-workers.

"I'm surprised to see you here again", they say, which is a bit baffling to you. The entire time you'd worked with them, not once did they return your attempts at small talk.

"I just had some forms to deliver to my old manager," you explain, trying to resume your stroll. "If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my boss". However, your previous co-worker blocks your path, reaching their arm out in front of you.

"Hey now, what's the rush?" they question, getting a bit too close for comfort as they invade your personal space. "You afraid that oversized supe is gonna throw you off the Tower like every other assistant he's had?"

You can't hide the glower forming on your face when they insult Homelander like that, causing them to chuckle at you.

"Come on now," they snort, eyeing you up and down. "We all know something is going on between you and that giant freak. You've lasted this long without him killing you, and you don't think anybody's noticed? You have some kinda dirt on him, dontcha?"

"I don't know what you're insinuating, but I'm just doing my job," you counter, again trying to end this awkward chat, but you are startled as they roughly grab onto your wrist to prevent you from leaving.

"Tell me what you know," they sneer as their face is right in front of yours. "I haven't been working at Vought this long to be upstaged by some newbie. You know something, and you aren't leaving without sharing."

"And what do we have here?" a voice suddenly reverberates through the hallway, causing you both to jump. You don't even have to turn around to know who has arrived, and you know for a fact he's been listening in on this whole conversation. You just pray that he's not in a bad mood.

"H-Homelander!" your co-worker stutters, letting your wrist go as they are unable to mask their unease seeing the leader of The Seven smiling down at the two of you. He rarely ever comes to this floor, and if he does it's never for a good reason. "W-We were just catching up on work matters, nothing to concern yourself about!"

"Ah ah ah," Homelander smugly retorts, wagging his finger as he leisurely saunters closer to your co-worker, forcing them to stagger backwards into the wall as he looms his massive form above them. "Don't you fucking lie to me". Although Homelander still has a smile painted on his face, it's obviously laced with venomous intent.

When your co-worker tries to flee, they are swiftly halted by his large hand enveloping their arm, just as they had done to stop you moments ago. In one quick flick of his wrist, he breaks their arm as easily as one would snap a graham cracker.

"How pathetic," Homelander scoffs, dropping his fake smile. Without any emotion, he ignores your co-worker's screams as they fall to their knees, writhing in pain. He bends down to snatch them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them back onto their feet. "You really are just fucking scum."

"And scum like you don't deserve anything," he snarls, baring his fangs. Wrapping one hand around your co-worker's neck, he effortlessly hoists them up and pins them against the wall eight feet in the air.

"Homelander, no! STOP!!" you gasp as your co-worker fruitlessly tries to break free from his iron grip, frantically kicking their legs while struggling to pull the large hand away from their throat. You grab onto his thigh, in a futile attempt to shake some sense into a brick wall.

Since starting your job at Vought, your co-workers have told you rumours about Homelander's inescapable rage. Sure you've seen his temper flare at the drop of a hat over something minor, but you're always there to calm him down. Around you, he's never gotten this mad before, and it terrifies you that he's not listening to your outcry.

You can see Homelander giving into his fury, his eyes turning red from his laser vision activating as he relishes torturing this mudperson by slowly applying more pressure to their windpipe. This worm dared to touch the only thing in the world he treasures, and he intends on making them pay. Once your co-worker's legs start to go limp, you know he is seconds away from killing them. In this moment you are aware that you only have one option left to attempt to stop him.

"JOHN!!" you shout, finally enough to grab his attention. Briefly turning his gaze to you, his face twitches involuntarily.

"Don't… don't call me that," Homelander snaps back at you, sounding more like a plea than a demand. Although his expression remains angry, he squeezes his eyes shut while breathing heavily through his nose. Thankfully, you can tell this was enough to have broken through his tough guy persona to the tender little boy he hides inside.

When Homelander first told you his birth name, 'John', he insisted you only use it in situations where you two are alone, and when he is comfortable enough. This name is the last piece connecting himself to his childhood, and he still has trouble dealing with the memories it conjures. Hearing it makes him feel small, vulnerable, and… human. You've seen how much he gets affected by you calling him 'John', even in an entirely loving way, and you understand it's something he only prefers on his own terms. However, you know you had to do something to stop him from murdering this person.

"John, please," you persist, ignoring his request. You reach up to caress his free hand, which is tightly clenched as he tries to control his conflicting emotions. "It's alright. I'm fine."

Homelander slowly relaxes his fist and allows you to weave your fingers around his own. Opening his eyes again, he looks tentatively down at you. While his outrage is beginning to soften, his pupils are still glowing red. His other hand is starting to release your co-worker's throat, albeit very reluctantly.

"Please put them down," you plead, massaging his hand while you refuse to tear your eyes away from him. "It's okay now. Everything's okay". You know he'd never laser you, and you need him to know you trust that he won't either. Luckily, he seems to understand your message as the light from his eyes slowly dims and his blue irises return.

There is a sudden thud once Homelander abruptly frees your co-worker from his grasp, dropping them hard onto the floor. At first you are alarmed that the fall could have done more damage because they appear to be unconscious, but you are relieved to at least hear them still breathing.

Looking back up to Homelander, you notice the last of his ire has vanished, now replaced by an intense distress as he comes back down and registers what he has done. It's not the near murder that's upset him, it's hearing your rapid heartbeat and smelling your cortisol levels spiking from fear. He's gone too far, and now you're frightened. He wants to say something, to put his bravado back on display and reassure you this mudperson doesn't deserve your compassion. However, he is just as petrified as you are, unable to form even basic sentences while his body is frozen in place. His mind is going a hundred miles an hour, convincing himself that you are going to realize that he is a monster and leave him.

As much as you are afraid by what has just occurred, you have come to learn the easiest way to diffuse situations like this is to soothe Homelander's anxieties. In a way it is a little disconcerting to you, having to be the one to tell him that everything's fine after what he's done. It's like the fate of the world rests on your shoulders, life and death dependent on making sure Homelander feels loved.

And yet, over the weeks you have gotten close to him… you want to be that person. You want to swaddle him with your devotion, because although he hides it from everyone else, he truly is broken. His life has been nothing but tragedy, a neverending nightmare that he has been forbidden to heal from. He deserves to be loved, and there is never a day that goes by where he doesn't display his ceaseless gratitude to everything that you do solely for his happiness. 

"Could you please pick me up, sweetie?" you ask softly, raising your arms up to signal your intentions. Homelander swallows timidly, his lower lip quivering as he fights a losing battle with his tears. Carefully, he bends down to raise you up and cradle you in his arms. Propped up to be eye-level with him, you can readily discern the profound fear in his eyes, apprehensively waiting for you to speak first.

"I know you were just trying to protect me," you say, petting his cheek. He leans into your hand, chasing for affection. "And I'm grateful that you were there to help, but…" you trail off, biting your lip. You are trying to think of the best way to put this without making him more distraught.

"I don't like seeing you hurt people," you express firmly, immediately noting how hard he is trying to conceal his pain at hearing your disappointment in him. He hates letting you down, it reminds him too much of how miserable he was everytime he displeased Madelyn.

"I… I-I did it for you," Homelander whispers faintly, angling his head lower to do his best not to look you in the eyes. He doesn't want to catch a glimpse of your face, worried that he will be forced to see your grievances for his actions. Regardless, he feels your tiny hand moving from his cheek to under his chin in an effort to redirect his vision. You lack the strength to actually lift his massive head up, but he doesn't want to frustrate you anymore than he already has, and obediently does what you want. To his surprise, you don't look irritated… you only show sympathy.

"I know baby, I know," you console him, resting your forehead on his while you nuzzle into his nose. "Please, just… no more violence, okay?" you stress, bringing both of your hands back up to scratch his undercut. You feel him nod at your words as he closes his eyes and deeply sighs, completely melting into your touches. If there's one thing he would never do, it's go against your wishes. Under no circumstances would he willingly deprive himself of you.

Suddenly, Homelander's expression goes sour once he hears your co-worker finally awaken, roughly gasping for breath. You both glance over to see them rubbing their sore throat with their good hand as they shakily stand up, their back against the wall to support their battered body. When they eventually regain their bearings, they are shocked to spot you in Homelander's arms.

"Leave," Homelander states, staring daggers into them. The one thing he wanted to avoid has now happened; someone has discovered your secret relationship. Their hesitation to move only seems to anger him more, causing his face to twitch and contort into a menacing grimace.

"I SAID LEAVE!!" he yells, his voice booming throughout the hallway as his rage reignites his laser vision. Fearing for their life, your co-worker doesn't waste a second more as they run away as fast as their unstable gait will allow, disappearing down the hallway.

Homelander keeps his eyes focused on them, following their movements with his X-ray vision to ensure they don't come back. You can't stop yourself from feeling intimidated by the incredible heat emanating from his eyes, which fortunately dissipates when he redirects his gaze back to you.

"They're going to tell everyone about this," you fret, trying to ignore how cognizant you are seeing how quickly Homelander's demeanour flipped back to fury. He reminds you of a child when he does things like this; he really isn't the best at regulating his emotions.

"They'll stay quiet if they know what's good for them," he declares, still looking quite serious with his brows tightly knit together. "I'll make sure of it."

"Promise me you won't hurt them again," you fuss, doing your best to calm him down by bringing your palm back up to his cheek. "I know they're a horrible person, but just… promise me, please."

Like magic, your caresses return Homelander to the pliable state he was in before, efficiently wiping away all of his exasperation. Again, he sinks into your hand and nods to agree with your request. He hopes you recognize the level of restraint he is showing not ending your pitiful co-worker's life. This isn't something he'd do for just anyone, he only wants to be good for you.

"Vought will deal with them," he assures you, speaking from experience. This isn't the first person he's injured on purpose that the company has had to pay off, but this is the first instance where he is actually grateful humans are greedy enough to accept these bribes.

Homelander doesn't want to worry you anymore, he just wants you to be proud of him. You're always there to save him, and he's messed up his initial chance trying to do the same for you. More than anything he wants to see your face light up as he swoops down to guard you from danger, to show you his true power as he fights off the vermin of the city, or anyone that would even look at you the wrong way.

Even if you don't want him to, he's always going to be there to protect you. And one day, he yearns to show you the same level of care you give him, when you shelter him from himself.

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- you were forced into your debate team but it came with Sunghoon

[wc: 11k ] Got carried away since i wrote this on a computer.

A/n: I don't really like this since i kinda rushed it to finish it. But my stories are planned out now.

Your mom wanted you to go to debate so bad. But you always denied it. Since you had anxiety and you couldn't speak out loud in front of people. But one day your mom decided you had to go. Which was stupid to you since you were 18 and you could make your own decisions. You tried to make her forget about it but she insisted you go.

And that's how you ended up in a room with 20 people in your school doing debate. You were scared shitless. You did not wanna talk to anyone or introduce yourself since you were new. Everyone looked at you when you walked in to the room which make your stomach turn. You scanned the room really quickly only to see everybody with a partner except this guy. Sunghoon was his name, you didn't know he went to debate because he was rather quiet in class like you. HE was the only person who didn't look at you when you walked. He was to busy typing away at his computer screen.

" Ah Y/n you're here" your debate coach said out load.

You just nodded not wanted say anything.

"Attention everyone!" Your teacher called out. Everyone looked up but Sunghoon. " Sunghoon that means you too" your teacher joked. With that he looked up. Now everyone directed their eyes to you. And you just stood there not knowing what to do.

" This is Y/n L/n she is out new debate student. I hope welcomes her here joyfully. Now Y/n introduce yourself." He all says with a smile.

Your heart dropped for second. This is one the things you didn't want to do. But just to get it over with you said," Hi my name is Y/n and yeah nice to meet you I guess" but when you said no one could here you. You spoke to low.

" She speaks to low how is she gonna be debate."

" She's no good"

There was many more things said about you from the other students, even laughter.

" Alright final thing, Who wants to be Y/n partner." He said.

Absolute crickets when he asks that. You were embarrassed. You wanted to cry because you in this place that you didn't even want to be in and no one likes you already.

" Fine Sunghoon you will be y/n's partner and teacher since you are the best." He exclaims.

When Sunghoon heard he looked annoyed as hell. His there was no expression on his face. He just looked cold.

"Go over there next to Sunghoon please." He told you as he pointed with his hand.

Sunghoon was sitting in the back by the wall. That's a seat you would since since its not around anyone. You walked slowly to the seat next to him. You took off your bag and coat then placed it on the back of your chair. You forgot your computer at home so you had to use a school computer which meant you had to long into ever thing.

Its been about 10 minutes sitting with Sunghoon and he hasn't said a thing to you. You just sat there in silence. Until you finally decided to say something. " Hey, are you gonna teach me?" you say lowly. He looked at you and sigh. " Y/n i don't even wanna teach, you don't even know how to say a word loudly. All your gonna do is hold me back. You just clueless." he says harshly, but lowly since no one could hear him. Then turned his head back to his screen.

When he said that was your breaking point. You felt the tear building up in your eyes. You turned away from him since he was sitting next to you but always in the front of you. The tears fell from your eyes. So wiped them quickly and walked out the room.

When you walked out the teacher called out your name. You were already out the class so you just told him your going to the bathroom. He nodded and then you quickly went to the bathroom. You opened the door and immediately went to the stalls. You cried and cried and cried. You were pretty sensitive but you never in front of anyone. So when you cried it all just came out. You thought about how your mom doesn't listen to you and how you cant be like everyone else. You decided to check the time. You were in the bathroom for 10 minutes already. You've been crying for 10 minutes straight. You finally got out the bathroom and went to the mirror. Your eyes were red as hell. It looked like you've been crying for an hour straight. But you weren't surprised by this because every time you cry they turn red. You just knew you had to wait a bit for the redness to go away.

-20 minutes later

You looked in the mirror and the redness was slightly gone. You didn't want to go in the room with slightly red eyes but you had to since you didn't want to get in trouble or something. so you headed to your class for debate.

You made it too the doorway and saw the coach. He looked at you confused on why you took so damn long. You knew you had to explain your self so you just waved him to come over. He came and stood there.

" Sorry I took so long it was an emergency, sorry" you said im your normal low tone.

" That's okay, I was worried for a second. But I have a question if you wanna be in debate you have to speak louder." he said.

" I know its just gonna take a while, sorry" you said.

" Stop apologizing Y/n everything is ok." He smiles.

You nodded and went inside the room. You wouldn't believe it but Sunghoon looked at you. You didn't like him right now at the moment because why the hell would he say that to you. You looked away from him and just went to you eat next you.

" Y/n hey i'm sorry for saying that to you i was just in a bad mood because i don't like working with people and i normally rather work alone. But for you i'll work with you and help you. Also i didn't mean to talk about your speech it just slipped out." He said to you looking uneasy.

You were stunned that he apologized so quickly to you. As well as everyone in the room. You guessed he never spoke to anyone really. Since you heard someone say, "Sunghoon is finally talking to someone." He was looking at you waiting on your response to what he said. It low key gave you butterflies but you turned to him so you could face him in his eyes and said, " It's okay i'm just a little sensitive." you said quickly looking back since your confidence went away.

" its not okay, i'm really sorry" he stated.

You smiled a little and told him,"its really okay don't worry i wasn't just crying that. I have a lot on my plate right now."

He nodded and started typing away again. This conversation was really something you never thought would happen. A silence washed over you guys but he was quick to cut that off.

" Y/n check your gmail i sent you my essay and the topic that we are working on." He told you.

" Ah ok"

You went to your gmail and saw Sunghoon's email. What really caught your eye was his profile picture it was picture of hello kitty. You never took him as the type to like such things. But your nit supposed judge a book by its cover. You clicked on the google doc and saw a bunch of writing. The topic was if the government should invest into renewable energy. You sighed and looked down. You knew nothing about this.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you.

" Nothing." you say quickly.

At this time the coach finally said that it was time to go home. It was 6:10 pm. That was a bit for you. Everyone cheered and starting packing up. But then you heard the coach tell Sunghoon ton stay behind. You anted to be noisy so while everyone left you went with them but you said by the door.

Coach-" I thank you for being nice to her."

Sunghoon- " yeah im only doing for the deal so its no problem,"

Coach- " You should try to actually be friends with her."

Sunghoon - " Yeah no there isn't anything fun about her and i don't find her interesting."

Coach- " You're so bad"

Sunghoon - " i'll get going now bye"

You weren't entirely by the information that you just got. But it stung hearing what he had said about you. You were too slow to even run from the door fast enough so Sunghoon caught you, But you didn't care you just kept walking. You heard Sunghoon curse.

You were walking fast but that was cut short from Sunghoon going in front of you.

" What do you want?" you asked him in a normal tone not in a low since you were not around people.

"Oh so you can talk" He looks at you.

You rolled your eyes and tried to get around him but he just moved in front of you again.

"Hey what i said was just my act. i actually wanna be friends with you. I just keep a mysterious and nonchalant vibe a school. I promise you Y/n. Besides would I be talking to you if in didn't want to be friends with you. We aren't in school anyone." He said while moving out your way so you guys can walk home.

" I'll believe if you call off the deal and come over to my house ." you exclaim.

" Okay the deal was only to keep my captain spot anyway, so its ok. Also why do u want me to go home with you" he smirked while giving you a head tilt.

" It's not like that. I just want you to convince my mom that I've be doing well." You sigh.

" IS your mom making you do debate." He grabs his heartbeat while it broke.

" Yes, its not like i wanna talk to people and go against people." You replied.

" Now it all makes sense now." He laughs.

" Its funny i'll actually die from talking out loud its to much for me to handle hoon.

'Shit I gave him nickname, whats wrong with him' You thought.

"Y/ninne you have given a nickname already" he smiled, showing his fangs.

" Sorry, don't worry wont call you it again " you say , slightly embarrassed.

" Oh no its okay, in don't mind. That's my first time getting called a nickname from someone. So don't ever stop." he smiled.

" Ah ok" you nodded,

" Anyway what day do want me at your house?" He asks.

" Sunday, which is in days" You tell him.

" Babes i got you don't worry" He laughs.

'Why did he just call me babes? And why did i like it. I mean i did have a crush on him when saw for the first time, so the feelings are coming back." You thought.

Sunghoon noticed you were thinking and was probably thinking about what he said.

" Y/n did i cross the line with that?" he looks at you with his focused to examine any sigh of you lying.

" No hoon i just got caught off guard but you can call me anything, its really ok. " You reassured him.

" So if I called you baby, how would you feel about that" He joked with you.

You stopped and looked him. " I mean i would get used to it"

" So do you tell that to everybody, that they can call you anything. Because if you do i wont call you anything if you just have everyone calling baby, babes and many more." He tells you without a jokingly tone.

" No Sunghoon I don't. I don't have any friends and i wouldn't have everyone calling me baby and etc." You tell him with a laugh.

" Okay thennnn, also why did you stop?" he said tilting his head.

' damn he looks like a puppy right now' You said to your said to your self.

" Oh because i'm home" you smiled.

" Oh ok then, But one more thing. Lets be friends". Sunghoon told you.

You wanted to tease him so you said, " It is just because a deal?."

His smiled dropped. " No Y/n its not."

" Okay hoon we can be friends" you tell him.

" Yayyyyyy Y/ninne is my friend" He yelled. Then pulled you into a hug. He smelled really good, like really good. He whispered to you and told you that you were his first friend.

" Aw hoonie i'm delighted, and i could say the same. You are my first friend too now unhug me." You smiled.

"Fine but i want another tomorrow." He pouted.

" Okay hoon you will get a hug tomorrow." You told him.

" Babes give me your phone." He told you.

You got your phone out your pocket and gave it to him. He put his number in and his contact name. You were surprised by the name he put in. It was " Baby/hoonie".

" Whats up with you and baby?" you asked him.

" I don't know but if you don't like it you can change it" he told you with no emotion.

" Jeez no need to get defensive, I like it its cute just like you" You teased grabbing his cheek.

" You think i'm cute?" He grinned

" Anyway time to go" You told him quickly and going into your house.

' She thinks i'm cute" Sunghoon in head while smiling and going home.

- In Y/n's house

" Mom i'm home" You said loudly but all you got was silence in return. But you didn't mind you liked being home alone anyway. You went to your room and changed to comfy clothes. The time was 6:40 pm. You would be going in the shower at 8:00.

You sat on your bed thinking about interaction with Sunghoon. You guys clicked really well. Probably you guys had no friends. But he seems like he would be a nice friend to have or something even more. Who knows. You were cut off from your thoughts from Sunghoon himself. He texted you.

Sunghoon

- "Hey Y/ninnie i'm home"

- "wyd?

Y/n

" im just thinking about today"

baby/hoon

- " Aww your thinking about me

- " How cute of you baby"

You literally couldn't take him calling you that. It made you go crazy inside but in a good way.

Y/n

- " oh please i wouldn't think about in a million years"

- " but anyway do you live far from me?"

baby/hoon

- " No i only walked one blocked down and i was home"

- that's good because now i could bother you any day"

Y/n

- "anyway hoonie as much as i would continue this conversation I gotta take a shower"

baby/hoon

- " if you wanted to leave the conversation just say that."

- " anyway bye"

Y/n

- It's not like that i promise

- How how we call after i'm done with the shower?

baby/hoon

- Sure.

You figured taking earlier would be smarter so you could relax and speak to hoon.

- After the shower

You got clothes and put them on. And went on the bed. You almost forgot about Sunghoon. So You called him with out texting him. But he didn't answer. You called again and he didn't answer. You were a little disappointed but you were fine Since that's you get alone time.

You decided to look at Sunghoon's essay. You opened up your laptop and went to the google docs. And read the whole essay. Which took a damn long ass time. He knows how to write for sure. But you weren't surprised he was a nerd. He was literally the top student in all classes. He was the "quiet" nerd. Suddenly you got a call from Sunghoon. You smiled and let it ring. you wanted to see if he would call again and he did. Then you answered.

" Hi y/n" sunghoon said with a sleepy voice

" Y/n Sunghoon" You said.

" Wyd" he asked you,

" i was looking at you essay. I wasn't suprised because your so smart in class. You are a quiet nerd, how cute"

" I'm honored for you to say that, Thank you"

" No problem its just the facts." You say.

" Well what took you so look to answer when I called first?." You questioned him.

" Oh yeah sorry i was in the shower" he replied.

" So?" you told him

He paused for a brief moment and then said, " I like to have me time in the shower you know"

" Mk, Well i would like me time and go to sleep goodnight" you said.

" Y/n wa-" this he was cut off from me hanging up on him. You felt bad immediately after. So you texted him telling him that you were sorry and that you would make it up to him tomorrow.

z- Time [5:00 am]

- "y/n are you up?"

- " i guess not and you better make it up to me tomorrow"

Those are the text that you woke up too from Sunghoon. You were actually happy about your day today because you had something to look forward which was talking to Sunghoon.

You decided to wear a skirt that was short but not too short. Then a shirt (of your choice) and all you had to was your hair to(However you wanna style it). you always put this much effort into your appearance. But you wanted Sunghoon to look at you. You put on a sweet perfume and put cute shoes on. It took you 1 hour and 45 minutes to get ready. So it was 6:45 am.

You decided to text Sunghoon.

-I will make up too you dw

-but do you have any suggestion on how.

-Wake up so i can meet you at your house.

You close your phone and thought. You guys talked only yesterday and it feels like a months. You thought how didn't like hugs but now You liked hugs but now you do.

-1 hour later

You got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-" good morning y/n"

-" I don't have any suggestions rn ;("

-" My address is ____"

-" You can come rn"

Y/n

-"okay Sunghoonie"

-At Sunghoon's house"

You pulled out your phone to call Sunghoon to tell him that you were in front of his house. But you got no answer. You called again but no answer again. You made a decision to knock on his door. It took a while but someone answered. It was a lady. She looked middle aged. Like she could be Sunghoon's mom.

" Who are you?" she asked softly.

".. I'm Sunghoon's friend Y/n" You told her.

"That's weird Sunghoon doesn't have friends" she told herself

" But that's nice that he finally made a new -" She said but was cut off by Sunghoon.

" Lacy who's at the door." He asked at the top off the steps.

'Lacy?, i guess that isn't his mom' You thought to yourself.

" Your new friend Y/n" She smiled.

" Oh tell I'll be right down, i just gotta get my bag" He said quickly before leaving.

" Did you hear him?" She asked you.

" Mhm" you nodded.

After a couple minutes he finally came down the stairs and went to he front door. He said bye to the woman and left with you.

You guys walked down the stoop and were finally heading to school.

" How was your sleep?" you asked him.

" It was okay i guess" he responded.

" Hey stop walking," you told and he stopped. Then you gave a hug on your tippy toes since you were ___ and he was 5'11. He hugged back and hugged back tighter.

' He must not get hugs at home or something. He might be touch starved.It's like i'm feeding him' You said in your head.

" come on lets get to school" You muffled in his clothes.

" sigh okay, but you still have to make up to me from last night" He reminded.

" But i still don't know what you want me to to" you told him.

" i have an idea but i have to wait until we get close" He said looking straight forward. " Okay then what ever it is i'll do it" you told him. He smiled but you didn't see.

-At school ( sorry for the time skips)

It didn't take to guys to walk to school. It only took 10 minutes to get to school but the time was cut short since Sunghoon's long ass legs. He were practically running to keep up with him. You were relieved when you made it to school because you could walk normal again.

You guys arrived at the gates and you saw some people staring at you like you were crazy.

" Sunghoon has anyone confessed to you?" You asked him straight up.

" Yeah, a lot actually but I always turn them down. Because they only do it because of my looks. No one has actually tried to be my friend." When he said the last part he looked at you and smiled.

" So i'm a target" you deadpanned.

" Babes you'll be fine trust me but you know we have to act like we aren't friends because of the image I maintain" he told you frowning.

" Oh... ok then, i'll see you at debate then" you say before attempting to run away. But Sunghoon grabbed you before you could.

" Y/n its not like I don't wanna talk to you. So don't think like that." He told you.

" But that's like then we are gonna be alone" you frown.

" We could meet up during lunch but in the gym closet, So we could be alone" he says.

" Okay then" you say defeated.

You liked having someone by your side. Someone to talk to regularly. Especially Sunghoon he made you smile and feel warm inside. But that all stopped when you guys departed . You went back to being the lonely Y/n. the quiet girl with no friends. It low key broke your heart but not for real. But you looked forward to the 3 classes you had with Sunghoon.

-

You walked into you first class. Which was ELA, You didn't hate ELA but you hates the time it took. It was Tuesday so that meant you had to give in your writing assignment. You didn't have to worry about that since you finished the day you got it.

The teacher went around the class to collect the paper and she got only half the classes papers back. The teacher sighed.

" You guys need to more like some people in the class. For example Y/n she always turns her work on time. She doesn't get in trouble or is disrespectful." The teacher told the class. The class laughed at what she said. at that point you wanted to dig yourself in a hole and disappear.

" She doesn't even talk so half of the things you said she isn't even capable of doing" someone said.

" You guys give me no choice but to show everyone's grades" She told the class. Everybody went quiet.

Your teacher went to the front class and sat at her desk. She see typed on her computer and then connected it on the Promethean board. It showed who had the best grades down to had the worst.

Sunghoon was 1st. you smiled seeing his name. You loves that he kept up with his grades.

The second person was me that had the highest score. You smiled to yourself being proud. As the list went down you saw that the one that the comment about you had the had the lowest score in the whole grade. Everybody looked at her and looked back. No one really cared since she was popular so no one would bad mouth her.

As the list finished it was time to pack up to go to the next class. You walked to the next class. But while you were walking into the next class you bumped into Sunghoon. You thought he would laugh are something but he kept his cold face and continued walking. It kinda made your mood go down. But you kinda understood why he was doing it. You followed behind him and went to the seat next to him.

It was single seats so no one would think anyone thing. When you sat there Sunghoon glanced at you but quickly turned back. But you didn't catch it.

-

The teacher said how you guys would be watching a movie called Hidden Figures. You watched that movie already there was no need to pay attention to it. As the teacher set the movie up, you got a text from Sunghoon. You sighed loudly so he could hear and when he did he looked at you. You didn't open the text when you got it because you wanted him to think you were made at him. Then you got another text from him. Then up opened it.

baby/hoon

-i'm sorry for bumping to you

-I hate acting like this with you

-i'm sorry y/n

y/n

-its okay.

You replied to him. You looked at him but he was already looking at you. You analyzed his faced and saw his moles which you thought were so cute.

He said," i'm sorry" out loud which surprised you a bit. You nodded and looked at the screen with the movie. After a while you saw Sunghoon looking a the screen. You looked at him and saw his sharp ass jaw line. His side profile was immaculate. You wanted to touch him. Just a simple touch from him.

You texted him and told him to move his desk over. It took him a while to take his phone out and look at the text but eventually he did it. He looked at confused but he did it.

You made a gesture for him to take his hand out and he did. When he did you made you guy's hand touch together. You put his hand in yours and placed it in his lap. You looked straight ahead so you didn't have to face Sunghoon. You looked forward the whole time you didn't you didn't see Sunghoon looking at you the whole time. He didn't complain since the lights were off and you guys were in the back of the room . And you guys were invisible since you guys never talked to anyone. You guys stayed in this position until class was over. It was very comfortable for you but you didn't know how Sunghoon felt about it since you guys never said anything this whole time. The only thing that came out was a small gasp when guys touched hands.

"Y/n" Sunghoon whispered to you.

You looked at him with confusion.

"Unhand me" he mocked you.

You looked down and saw that you were still holding on his hand.

"oh sorry" you said lowly. You let go and gathered your stuff to walk out. On your way out you heard Sunghoon whispered," don't forget about the gym."

-Lunch time

You walked to the gym and went to the gym closet. Surprisingly no one was there to see you. You opened the closet hoping that Sunghoon was already there. Luckily he was.

" Y/ninne you came" Sunghoon said joyfully. He ran to you and engulfed you into a hug.

" i missed you y/n and i know we only know each other from a day but i feel like we click" he told you as you guys were in the hug.

" I feel the same way hoonie" you told him as you pulled away.

" Also Y/n we have are gonna have practice debate today so you'll see me talk all day today and work my magic." He smiled.

" Do you go alone or you have a partner?" You asked him.

" I go alone, remember i told you i rather work alone." He told you.

You nodded your head. " But what about me, do you not wanna work with me?" you pouted.

" To be honest no, but that's only because your new" he said while putting his arm on your shoulder.

" Okayy then" you say.

" I have something to confess Y/n" Sunghoon says very low almost like he didn't want you to hear him.

" what is it?"

" I like feeling your touch" He spited out quickly.

You decided to mess with him and stay silent. He turned around in embarrassment and stood alone. You walked behind him and told him, " I feel the same way."

But he still stood in silence. You felt weird like you said something wrong. Until he turns around and looked at you.

" Why would you do that?" he said while coming close to you.

" Do what?"

" Take so long to answer?'" he said while backing you into a wall.

' what the hell is he doing. I'm going to die. My knees are getting weak and my heart is beating. Y/n get it together.' You told yourself.

" Because i wanted to mess with you" You said. At this point your back was against the gym wall and Sunghoon was up against you.

He close to your ear and said, " what If i wanted to mess with you?" He backed up a bit to look you in the eye.

you were loss for words. So you decided to play his game. This time you went close to him and told him, " you could mess with me anyway you want." Him hearing that he back up and looked at you in shock.

You could see his cheeks getting pink.

" Aw baby are flustered right now?" You teased him.

" Y/n t-time we gotta go. Lets go" Sunghoon said to change the subject. You laughed and went with him out the closet.

-Debate club

You entered the debate room and sat your seat from yesterday. The coach greeted you on your way in and then waited everyone else to answer.

After some time Sunghoon entered the room. when he came in he made eye contact with you then went to the debate coach.

They stepped out for a couple of minutes and then came back in. Sunghoon speed walked to his seat and took out his computer.

" Y/ninne i called of the deal" he said.

" You get to stay the captain right?" you asked him.

He nodded but that's when the coach called out for everyone's attention.

" Today will be a practice debate so i hope everyone is ready to see Sunghoon and Hana go against each other.

Everyone made some noise about that so you decided to ask Sunghoon what's up about that.

" why is everyone making noise about that?"

" Because Hana is one of the best in the class she's so good" He smiled.

' Why is he smiling while thinking about her. Damn maybe he likes her because of her debate skills. She isn't ugly either.' you thought to yourself. Your facials dropped for a second thinking and the went to a fake smile.

" Nice" you said while turning your head forward to your computer screen. You were jealous. You didn't like that you were but you couldn't help it.

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you. He was analyzing your face again.

" Nothing" You told him.

" What ever you say babes"

After that no words were shared . Sunghoon was focusing on his essay and revising the essay that he has for the practice debate. You were looking at him focus and saw that he mouthed a curse. You died from that. Sunghoon cursing was your favorite thing to hear.

'-

" Everyone it is time for practice debate" the coach called out.

Sunghoon looked up from the coaches response and started packing his stuff up to go to the front

" Good luck hoonie" You told him.

" Thanks baby" He said.

He went over to the table and sat his stuff down. He met eyes with Hana and he smiled.

' Why did he smile at her. Omg she's gonna be the death of me' You thought in your head.

Hana had smiled back at him and then they took their seats.

" Sunghoon pro and Hana on con" the coach told them.

Sunghoon went first with his essay and said his case."Good afternoon judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Park Sunghoon and I will be debating on the pro side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change, enhance energy accessibility, and promote sustainable economic growth. Government investment in these technologies plays a key role in accelerating their adoption." (summary of this whole essay)

While all of this was happening Hana was looking at him intensely and taking down notes. You were gonna question why she was looking at him so hard but you guess was apart of the whole thing.

Then Hana went .

Good morning judge, and fellow debaters. My name is Lee Hana and I, will be debating on the con side of the resolution. Renewable energy technologies have gained position as a critical solution to address climate change but renewable energy comes with challenges such as taxpayer burden, reliability issues, and manufacturing. (summary of her essay)

Then while Hana spoke Sunghoon looked at her while taking notes. HE wrote them pretty fast.

' He looks so good right now. I want him to look at me like that.' you thought.

You were literally staring at Sunghoon so hard that he could feel it. He glanced at you and smiled a bit.

You had a plan that you wanted make it seem like you were mad at Sunghoon for looking at another girl.

But then Hana finished at her 4 minute mark. Now it was time for the crossfire. That's when they ask each other questions. Sunghoon went first and fired a question a her. Hana answered quickly looking confident. Then Sunghoon get asked a question by Hana. He answered very fastly. They definitely did research on the topic. Then Hana got tripped by Sunghoon's question;"How do renewable energy subsidies and incentives effect the economy and taxpayers, and are they sustainable in the long run?" she couldn't answer the question so he said,"How can you argue against me and don't know what the bad things are. You don't have any evidence right now" Then the timer went off. Hana looked defeated by getting tripped up by his question.

Sunghoon looked at you and smiled again. You smiled back at him and put your thumbs up.

Now it was the rebuttal. That's basically when they go against each others arguments on why they are wrong.

-That took about 8 minutes when they both went. They both had good points But Sunghoon shot had her like he knew what she was gonna say already.

-Now it was the summary. They wrapped up their important points

-Then it was the grand crossfire. They ask their final questions about the topic to trip someone up. Sunghoon had got tripped but bounced but from Hana's question. He looked so down from it, like he was disappointing in him self. His thick eye brows were rested as well as his eyes and mouth. But then he looked at you and his face went his another smile. You mouthed an it's okay to him. He nodded his head and gathered his things for the final focus.

-They talked about why they should win. But the only thing that was different was that Sunghoon had pointed out what Hana did wrong.

-Now they were done.

" Now everyone cast their votes" The coach said.

" People who votes for the pro side put your hand up" You put your hand as well as majority of the class.

" Well there is no need for the the con side since the pro side won already clearly form the number of hands." The coach joked.

Sunghoon gathered hia stuff and walked over to you confidently.

" You did a amazing job but of you are going to be looking at other girls like that don't call me any nick names." You said mocking him from yesterday.

HE scoffed and said, " sweets its apart of the debate i only look at her so intensely so i can know what she says clearly.

" Well is smiling apart of debate? " you argued back.

" It's not but i decided to do to look nice."

" sure" you deadpanned.

His next move shocked you. He hugged you in front of everyone. That was a big deal since Sunghoon was known for not talking to anyone. Everyone looked at you guys and started talking.

"Hoon what are you doing?" you queysion him.

" I'm showing you that giving her smile was nothing and that you are more bigger than her, now lets go" he told you.

You grabbed your stuff and walked out with him.

You guys were outside and it was already dark. Which was nice since you love the way it looked.

-You guys stopped at the park in front of your house to sit on the benches.

" So y/n I know we just started talk and all but i Can't wait any longer." Sunghoon said as he stopped walking.

" What's up hoonie?" you ask him not thinking about it except what can't he wait for.

HE let out a sigh before saying," I wanna take you out."

You froze. You were in shock. You didn't think he would ask you out since he's way outta your league. Not knowing how your face looked you just assumed it was normal. But Sunghoon thought different.

" I have always had my eyes on you even before talking to you actually. You were really the only thing that distracted me from working. Like in class I would look at you and get distracted from your face. So when I saw you were in debate and i had to work with you i was very anxious that you would mess with me focus. Thats the truth and you better respond within 10 seconds or i'll regret this whole confession."

You were very taken by this confession. But did you hate it no. You liked Sunghoon so this was a great thing. You were just surprised that he liked you. You Y/N, You never thought you great looking or anything just mid. Finally you answered him and told him that, " I would like to go with him and that I felt the same way. I have liked you before but I didn't think anything would anything would happen."

" Well i'm glad you feel the same way. I just want you to know the date is tomorrow." He smiled showing his fangs.

" Okay hoonie" you smiled back at him. " You have a really pretty smile." you told him.

" Aw thanks y/ninnie I appreciate that a lot, You are the reason i smile a lot" He said while looking at you intensly.

" R-really that's nice to hear" You reply back to him. "fuck" you muttered at yourself for stuttered. Sunghoon smirked still looking at you in the eyes. But it was to much for you so your broke eye contact.

" Y/n can I get a kiss?" Sunghoon asked you confidently. He was probably so confident since you liked him back.' But what about my mental health'. You thought. Your heartbeat was uneasy at this whole thing. You wanted to give him that kiss. and you were.

Since he didn't specify where he wanted the kiss you gave him on his neck. When you did it you smelt his scent. Which was a husky but sweet. You some how "accidentally" suck on his skin a bit. He let out a small sound but you didn't point it out when you backed away. He looked so usable. HE was looking at you like wanted more but was containing himself.

" Sunghoon are you all right" you teased.

" Yes i'm alright but i'm just embarrassed." He laughed of the embarrassment.

" From what.. that whimper?" You laughed.

" Y/n it's time for bed... look at the time" he blurted out.

" It's only 7 pm" you raised your eyebrow.

He stayed quiet. " I guess your not confident anymore." You smirked. And with that he kissed you on the same spot that you kissed him on. But the only difference was he made sure to suck on it longer than you. In the mist of you called out his name softly. He answered back to you but you didn't say anything. You were trying to stay quiet since he was still sucking on your neck. He called your name against your skin. "Y/n?" with concern. You had no choice but to answer.

" hmm?"

" You okay?"

" mhm"

" Use your words"

' USE MY WORDS WTF. HE's DRIVING ME CRAZY'You yelled in your head.

" I'm okay hoon" you said lowly.

" I'm almost done" he said breathing on your skin. Then he went back to suck on it.

Now it started hurting Since hes been doing for a while now. You gripped on his pants too signal that it started hurting. But Sunghoon didn't take the hint.

" It hurts" you say.

As soon as you said that he pulled away. He looked at your neck and smiled.

" sorry i got a little carried away" he said while touching that back of his neck.

" A little?" You question.

" Yes a little, i could've kissed you on the lips you know" he argument jokingly.

" Sure but that wouldn't be fair" You say back." But I liked it, i liked everything" You tell him.

" yeah me too" he agrees.

" I guess i really have to go to home now" you pout.

" yeah, but we have the tomorrow so we can use all of our feelings tomorrow"he says joyfully.

"Also we are so lucky no one was in the park today" you say with relief.

" Yeah, so lets go" he tells you.

You guys got up and walked to your house. You kissed good bye then you went into your house.

Your mom wasn't home again but you figured she went away for a business trip again and didn't tell you.

-You took a shower and went in the bed. When you looked in the mirror you saw a small but purple hickey on your neck. You liked it because Sunghoon gave it to you.

You wanted to be prepared for anything that could happen tomorrow so you decided to watch some porn videos to know what to do. You watch one about blow jobs.

-To you it looked enjoy to do with Sunghoon. The way he would look if he had his dick in your mouth.The way he would sound. You wondered if he would whimper or groan. You hoped he'd whimper like he did earlier.

Then you watched some on making out.

-You watched how the girl was on top and didn't forget to grind on the guys cock. You figured you'd learn how to kiss on your own Since that would just come naturally.

Your last video you watched was girls giving guys a handy.

-You saw how the the wrapped around the guys cock and how the guys felt. You nodded to pay attention to the tip sometimes. Or that you could use both hands.

Now you were done with your research. You were so ready to spend time with Sunghoon. You guys had all the time in the world since tomorrow was Saturday. You didn't know what he had in store for you guys. Which made you excited.

You sudennly you got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-do you like scary movies?

Y/n

-Yes i love them

baby/hoon

-Well good night sweets

-Can't wait for tomorrow!

Y/n

-Me neither

-good night hoonie

And with that you turned off your phone and went to bed.

Morning

You woke early in the morning to get ready. You went in the shower and shaved and exfoliated. Your skin was smooth like a baby's bottom. you moisturized your body with baby oil then a body milk that smells good.

You decided to go for an outfit that classy but also cute BUT also scandalous. So you decided A black skirt that stopped right under your butt. Technically it was short but the way it was put together it didn't short.To top the skirt off you put on black sheer tights on. Then for your top you put on black fitted long-sleeve shirt. For your shoes you chose some Mary Jane shoes so you could be comfortable.Lastly for jewelry you put (whatever you want as well as your hair)

Just as you finished your last topping of getting ready you got a text from Sunghoon himself.

baby/hoon

-Picking you up at 1

-Can't wait too see you pretty

Y/n

-Okay hoonie

-i can't wait to see you neither.

You looked at the time and saw that it was 12:45. Luckily for you you were done getting ready. You felt nervous for your first date.

' Hopefully i look well enough for him.' You thought on your coach wait for time to pass by. which it did pretty fast. Next thing you knew Sunghoon texted you and told you he was outside.

You walked outside and saw Sunghoons outfit. He was in Grey pants with and Timberland's for his bottom half and for the tap he had on black shirt on with a leather jacket. As well has his glasses that fit his face perfectly. You also saw him in front of a car. You didn't know he could drive.

You were stunned by his appearance. HE looked so yummy to the eyes. You saw that he had (favorite flower) in his hand and those were your favorite. He looked shocked from your outfit. You walked over to him and greeted him.

" Hi sunghoon, you look amazing"

" Baby i could say the for you. You look even better. Maybe i should change?" He questioned.

"No you look great and we are matching just fine." You told him.

" Here are your flowers" Sunghoon smiled showing his fangs.

"Aw thanks hoon, I love them"

He smiled and said," what do i get in return." he said pointing his cheek.

" Oh you must really want one" you tease as you want to his face and kissed his cheek.

" Okay let's go sweets" He told you as he held the car door open for you. You made your way in the car and Sunghoon put your seat belt on. Then he closed the door.

To be quite honest all you were thinking about was sucking his dick. You didn't even notice Sunghoon get back into the care until the closed shut. you snapped back to reality.

" Y/n Are you ready?" Sunghoon asked you.

" Yes baby I am" you told him. You put your hand on his thigh and started caressing it it as a joke.

" Sunghoon you know you are my baby girl?" You ask him raising your eyebrow.

" Yeah i know I am no need to remind me" He joked back.

" Now let your baby girl drive in peace because you hand is distracting me" he told you.

you pouted before removing your hand from his thigh. He started driving as soon as you did that. The GPA said 30 minutes.

" Sunghoon what type of music do you listen too?" you asked him.

" ooh i listen to k pop, i really like the group ENHYPEN" he answered.

" What's your favorite song by them?" you asked.

And that how the yap session started. You guys started talking about everything not even realizing that the time was going by.

-At the restaurant.

" We are here BabY" Sunghoon told you.

" Yayyy I'm so excited" you told him.

He smiled you before getting out the care and unbuckling your seat belt.

" Hoon you know you don't have to do that" You whined.

" I know but i want to" he said smiling.

" Now come one lets go" He told you.

You got out the car and closed the door as Sunghoon got Something from the back. You waited for him to finish getting whatever he was getting so you guys could walk into the building the together. He came to you and grabbed your hand then guided you to the front pf the building.

You guys made it to the front and what you saw was K pot. You have literally always wanted to try it. That must be why it took s long to get here.

" Y/n do you like what i have so far?" Sunghoon asked you observing your face to see if you were lying.

" I love it don't worry hoon, I've actually been wanting to try it. Are you sure you didn't stalk me before this?" You asked him.

He stayed quiet. The lady finally came to front desk for you guys.

" Reservation for 2:00 pm, Sunghoon Park" he said to her.

The lady was starting eyeing him down. She must've been blow away by his visuals but can you blame her. NO. But you did blame her for flirting with him when you were literally right there.

" Okay hoon just follow me over her." She said with a flirty tone.

' HOON who does this girl think she is?' You frowned. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning. During this whole interaction with the girl he kept a straight face. Sunghoon looked at you and saw you frowning.

" Don't worry baby I'm yours" He told you in your ear.

" I know but like i'm right here and she called you by your nickname" You protested back.

" Don't I'll make it up to you later" He smiled. You didn't know what he meant by that since his smile was to nice to mean something dirty or bad. You nodded and continued following the girl. She sat you guys at a table in the back. Which was nice since people weren't there. You guys sat down and got comfortable. Then started looking at menu.

(sunghoon is pink)

" waaa everything sounds really good"

" I'll order the things I know what is good"

" Okayy I'll trust you with the food.

Sooner or later the girl came back to take you guys order.

" Have you made your choices?" She smiled while looking at sunghoon.

' Well just forget about me' You thought.

" Yeah I would like _____________ and she would like the same as well."

" Also there is a thing that couples get a discount.. so are you guys a couple." She questioned.

' I've never no shit like that. She just wants to be noisy.' You cursed in your head.

"Yes we are" you told her this time. Her whole attitude changed from hearing this. Her facial expressions dropped down. She rolled her eyes at you and then looked back at Sunghoon Like she was in shock we were dating/on a date.

" okay I'll be back." She said with an attitude

" Hoonie i don't even wanna call you Hoon anymore." You frowned.

" What why!?" He pouted.

" Because she called you it."

He turned his head and wiped his eyes. Was he really crying or was he just playing.

" Sunghoon turn around i was joking" you whined. You tugged on his shoulder to turn around but he didn't budge. You heard sniffles coming from him.

" Sung turn around please." You asked him softly.

He turnt around and started laughing. But his eyes were a little . You decided to ask him about later so you didn't ruin the mood. So you just kissed him on his cheek.

" Y/n did you really mean that?" he asked you.

" No silly i was just joking" you laughed.

" Oh ok good" he smiled.

-

The food came with the food and not the girl finally. You made memories. . Now it's the drive back home. I'm sorry for the time skip:(

-

" Y/n do you wanna go home or come with me?" Hoon asked you.

" Yours" you answered quickly.

" Someones excited." he teased. "Well what do you wanna do watch a scay movie?"

" Mhm I'd like that" you replied back. You wondered if Sunghoon would do something to you while the movie and you wanted him too. But you didn't bring it up. But you remembered what you were supposed to bring up.

" Hoonie were you really crying from earlier?"

" Mhm I was but only because i didn't want you to take away my first nickname. I like that you gave it to me. "

" Aw baby i didn't mean to make you cry, i can make it up you." You told him.

" How?' He raised an eyebrow.

" you'll see" You said.

" Well until i see can i sing for you?" He asked you shyly.

" You can sing!?, but Yes you can you can sing for me" You told him. you didn't known he could sing. His voice was probably heaven.

" I'll sing a song from ENHYPEN., It'll be in Korean though" he told you.

"it's like a Polaroid love 사랑 촌스런 그 감정 근데 내 가슴이 뛰어 왜 나 이래 나? (야)왜 사랑에 목 매는 건지? 어차피 뻔한 감정이잖아 분명 다 안다 믿었지 알고도 빠진 함정인가 봐....." He sung to you.

He sounded like an angel. Even tho you didn't know what he was saying.

" Sunghoon you sounded like you came from heaven" You told in surprise.

" Thanks baby, I appreciate it a lot" He smiled.

Some time later

You guys made it into the driveway of Sunghoon's house.

" Y/n we are here come on hurry I have to use the bathroom" he urgently said.

You unbuckled your seat belt and got out the car following Sunghoon. He opened the door to his house and welcome you in.

" Wait right here I'll use the the bathroom on the first floor to give you a proper tour." he hurried the last to and speed walked to the bathroom.

You on the other hand was freaking out about what could happen. After some time sunghoon came out the bathroom.

“Okay y/n are your ready for the tour?” He teased.

“Yes Hoonie”

“ I’ll take you up stairs come one” he gestured you to follow him. You walked up the stairs and then he stopped. “ Y/n this is the bathroom on the second floor okay” he dragged out the okay.

“ okay hoon”

“ Now let’s go to my room” he smiled.

You guys walked down a long hallway and the door opened. His room was very spacious. He had a king sized bed and he still had many space. It was clean and filled with colors like grey, navy blue and white.

“ your room is cute and clean ” you told him.

“ was it not supposed to be clean?” He looked offended.

“ no it’s just that my room is a bit messy” you laughed off.

“ Oh okay y/n because I am always clean. I hate messy things but for you I can tolerate messy things” he smirked.

“ Sit down y/ninne” he told you.

“ okayy”

“ put this on”

“ what is it?”

“ matching pjs”

“ That’s so cute”

“ I’ll post it on my instagram”

“ you have instagram?” You were surprised that he posted on insta.

“ Yeah I’m pretty famous on it but most of everybody on there is just people who I thought I was good looking.” He laughed.

“ So you have hoes” you muttered under your breath.

“ what did you say y/n” he questioned.

“ nothing” you said rather fast.

“ Wanna see it?”

“ of course I wanna see it”

He took out his phone and opened instagram. You put out your hand so he could give you the phone. And he did. You immediately looked too see his following. Sunghoon had 50k followers!

“ SUNGHOON HOW DO YOU HAVE 50K?”

“ Ugh I don’t know” he shrugged.

“ let’s see your posts” you said out loud.

“ Mhm and this is why. You look like a hot CEO. Like a wattpad character” you told him in aw. He blushed but remained his cool.

“ Thanks again, you always compliment me.” He says.

“ You deserve the praise baby” you said as you kissed him.

“ well I’m done looking at your phone. Can we change now?”

“ mhm you can go in my bathroom and I’ll change here” he told you.

You walked to his bathroom that you didn’t even spot in the beginning. You took off your shirt and skirt and replaced them with the pjs. You looked at your self in the mirror and gave yourself a thumbs up.

You opened the door to see Sunghoon taking off his shirt . He didn’t see you since his shirt was over his face. You quickly close the door not wanting to invade his privacy. You waited a few more minutes before opening the door and he was done.

You walked over to the bed and sat next to him.

“ Y/n you look so cute” he said with happiness. he hugged you but quick let go.

“ thanks Hoonie you do too” you game him a compliment back.

“ Do I’ll put the movie on and then we gotta do something.” He said.

“ Okay hoonie”

“ What do you wanna watch baby?”

“ You could just put Anna belle”

“ Are you sure?”

“ yes of course”

You did that because you have watched the horror movie a million of times. So if you guys got somehow got “distracted” you wouldn’t care about the movie.

“ okay so are you willing to take a picture with me for my story?” He asked you.

“ Yes of course what pose ?” you smiled.

“ Okay so basically you have to sit on my lap facing me and then I snap a picture” he said shyly.

“ Okay anything for Hoonie” you told him getting ready to get on his lap.

“ Wait Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you to make sure you actually wanted this.

“ Yes Hoonie I do” you reassured him.

You went on his lap and sat comfortably on it. He snapped a picture with your face in it.

“ Y/n I’m just joking with you but this picture is for me and the next pose is for me.” He smiled at you.

“ Hoonie can I get a pic for me too?” You asked h.

“ Mhm”

You grabbed your phone and snapped a picture of you on his lap while kissing him on the neck.

“ Perfect” you said while looking at the picture.

“ Okay time for the real picture” he said.

“ what are you gonna have me on my knees with your thing in my mouth for it now?” You blurted out without thinking.

“ Ah y/ninnie as much as I would like that no. Just do a hand pose and then that’s it.” He smirked.

“ can’t we make it happen ?” You asked him slightly rocking on his crotch area. He made a tiny groan sound from it but he remained calm.

“ Y/n are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you observing like he had all the the other times.

“ yes baby I want this, I want you,” you said coming close to his ear.

He grabbed your butt and started guiding it for his pleasure but also making sure you got yours. The pace was nice and slow. You were actually going crazy inside. From this touch and from the sounds coming from Sunghoons mouth. He was letting out whine from you kissing his neck and sucking on it. Then you felt it Sunghoons bulge from under you. You didn’t know what to do so you just kissed him. He kissed back lazily. He was so loose under you like you were in control. You had no problem with that.

You pulled back and looked at him. He looked fucked out and he hasn’t even fucked. You looked at him and then palmed him. Fuck he wasn’t expecting you to do that. He dropped his head and let out a Moan from his mouth.

“ Can I take care of this?” You asked him.

“ mhm “ he whined.

You pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His cock springed free. This was the first time you ever saw a cock before in real life. You weren’t scared or anything just nervous about how you would fit in into your mouth. It was long and just the nice size. It looked like a porno. Your thoughts spring wild you were wondering why you thought it looked like a porno.

This whole time think you were looking at Sunghoons cock. So that caused Sunghoon to call out for you?

“ baby are you okay?” He said sounding breathy.

“ mhm sorry” you reassured him.

Next thing you knew it you wrapped your hand around his cock and started pumping it up and down.

“ Y/n fuck~” he moaned.

His sound made you wetter than you already were. You’ve been horny since the moment you got on his lap. But All you could worry about was giving Sunghoon pleasure.

You went started going to a slower pace to tease him and he whined at you. He even pouted at you when he did it. He was so weak under you. You replaced your hand with your mouth and that’s when Sunghoon really losed it. Not even a second later Sunghoon spoke to you.

“ Ah y/n it’s to much” Sunghoon told you.

You came up with a pop and asked him, “ Hoonie do you want me to stop?” Tilting your head to the side.

“ No please please continue.” He said weakly. You went back down and put his hard cock in your mouth. You went down slowly trying to adjust to having his length in his mouth.

You guessed Sunghoon had enough with your pace and wanted things to be his way. He grabbed your hair and started pushing your head up and down. Being careful not to hurt you. You decided that now that he was in control you could touch your self.

You dipped you hand into your underwear and started circling your clit. You have never been this wet before. Your pace was fast trying to get off as fast as possible so you let out moans which vibrated to sunghoons cock. Which made him moan even more.

“ c-cum y/n I’m” Sunghoon said brokenly. Poor guy couldn’t even say it right. After two more head bops he pulled your head off of his cock and came. You didn’t know what to look at, His face he made when he came or him cumming.” So you just chose the face he made since that would’ve been more memorable. You reached your orgasm the same time he which was perfect.

“ Y/n you are so perfect” he laughed.

“ I know I am, no I’m joking but Hoonie I never took you as a submissive type what’s up with that?” you teased him by playing with his cock head that still head cum on it. You didn’t stop until he said something.

“ y-y/n stop I’m s-sensitive” he whimpered.

“ Hoonie that’s not an answer”

“ u-um you are the r-reason I just want you to ruin me” he struggled to get out but eventually he did. Then you stopped playing with his tip.

“ Y/n I didn’t take as a dominant type either” he laughed.

“ it was very enjoyable I got to hear and give you pleasure” you told him.

“ Can I pleasure you now?”

“ No it’s all taken care of” you laughed.

“ what do you mean” Sunghoon whined.

“ I started touching myself when you took control” you spilled out.

“ I wanted to give you pleasure” he whined.

“ I’m sorry but I was so wet I just had to” you whined back.

“ don’t worry there will be a next time” he told you.

“ so what are we” you asked him.

“ y/n do you really need to ask that we are husband and wife” he joked.

“ but for real we are together now and by the at I got that picture of you sucking me off.” He laughed

" Well I guess going to debate has its reward" You joked.

- end

A/n: I JUST TYPED WHATEVER CAME TO MIND CONSIDER THIS MY FIRST STORY sorry if it sucked.

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗣𝗶𝗲

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Castiel has never had pie. Dean is flabbergasted.

Genre: fluff? slice of life? It's a short little glimpse into life at the bunker

Tags: SFW, could be canon tbh, no timeline, Dean loves pie, Sam is over his BS, Cas being an angel, Destiel if you squint, kid!Dean, super sweet ending, *not beta read*

Word Count: <3k

Warnings: N/A (please let me know if I missed any!)

Other: dividers by me & @thecutestgrotto (tysm!)

Blueberry, apple, cherry, peach, chocolate, coconut. So many flavors to choose from! Dean scanned the length of the display case, eyes growing wider each second. The Winchester brothers were on their way home after a vamp case in Illinois and Dean had finally managed to convince Sam to stop at “Betsy’s Pie Palace”, known for their extensive pie menu, baked daily.

“Sammy, you’re telling me not one of these pies is something you’d want to at least try?”

“I’ve told you a million times, dude,” Sam rolled his eyes as his pastry-drunk brother. “Pie is horrible for your health.” He checked his watch. It was 7:45pm. They still had another 5 hours to go before they arrived at the bunker. “Dean, can you hurry up? We can’t stay here forever, Cas is waiting on us.”

“You can’t rush a choice like this, Sammy. This is Sophie’s Choice but with pie.” Dean shot back, earning another eye roll from his younger brother.

“Hey sugar, what’ll it be?” the waitress called out with an out-of-state southern drawl. She wiped her hands down the skirt of her white 50’s style apron and adjusted her bright red rockabilly Victory Roll hairstyle.

Dean looked up in a slight panic. There were so many options. One of everything? Yeah right, not even Baby could carry that much pie. “How’s the apple?” he asked, leaning against the counter flirtatiously and giving the waitress the classic Dean Winchester Charm. The waitress met his eyes and Dean flashed her a smile.

“It’s not too bad, much like yourself,” she said, receptively as she blushed.

“Well if it’s as sweet as you are,” he glanced down at her name tag. “Beth, I think we’re in business.” Dean winked at her. She nodded and began to pull out the apple pan.

“Disgusting,” Sam muttered under his breath. He was practically tapping his foot with impatience at. His arms were folded across his chest with his watch turned to where he could watch the seconds tick by. 7:49.

“What can I say, Sammy? A guy’s gotta have his dessert after a hunt like that.”

After packing up a slice of apple, cherry, and chocolate crème, Beth rang up their total.

“It’ll be $9.85, darlin’,” she said, tying the handles of the plastic sack together.

Dean handed her a crumpled $10 out of his wallet.

“Keep the change,” he nodded as he took the bag from her.

“Just so you know,” She exclaimed after Dean as the Winchesters turned to walk out. “There’s a special ingredient in the cherry. I think you’ll really like it.” She winked and Dean smiled. Sam rolled his eyes, yet again. The towering brothers walked out and made their way back to the Impala.

Dean made his way to the passenger’s side and Sam gave him a quizzical look.

“Dude, PIE.” Dean tossed the keys across the roof to Sam. “For a college boy, you aren’t too bright.”

“Whatever, Dean.”

They sat down in the cab and Dean ripped open the plastic sack as Sam turned the key in the ignition. The impala roared to life. Dean popped open the styrofoam lid of the cherry slice and pulled out a scrap of paper. A bright red stain from the filling had crept onto the edge of the paper, causing Dean to lick his fingers.

“Oh-ho, sweet!” He shouted, a huge grin across his face. He held up the paper to Sam. Scrawled across it were 10 digits in perfect handwriting with a heart and a B at the end.

“Yeah Dean, because we’re definitely going to be back in this part of Missouri any time soon.” Sam said dryly.

“Whatever, man. You’re just a hater. And you don’t know that! I might make the trip by myself just for this pie,” Dean argued.

Sam pursed his lips instead of replying. Dean had been irritating in his usual big brother way the entire ride home. Sam pulled out onto the highway and reached over to turn up the music as Dean chowed down on his dessert. Much to Sam’s surprise, his brother didn’t even let a single cherry slip onto the seat.

The rest of the ride was fairly uneventful. No calls about a hunt in the middle of nowhere, nothing from Cas, not even a call from Jody or Bobby checking in on them. They stopped occasionally to fuel up or to hit the head in a grimy gas station bathroom that hadn’t been aired out in decades. Eventually, Dean fell asleep, head against the window as they closed in on Kansas. They didn’t get back to the bunker until around 5am.

“Dean,” Sam shut off the ignition and reached across the seat to slap his brothers shoulder with the back of his hand. He snorted awake. “We’re home.”

“5 more minutes?” Dean managed to get out, rubbing his eyes awake. He raised his head and squinted out the window into the sunshine that was creeping above the trees.

“Just help me, will you?” Sam stepped out of the car and opened the door behind his to gather his duffel and various weapons they had needed for the hunt. He loved hunting, but he was also glad to be home, to sleep in his own bed.

Thanks to their wide wingspan, the brothers were able to carry everything in one trip into the bunker. Heading down the winding staircase, they saw the ever-trenchcoated Castiel sitting at the backlit map table, reading a book. He looked up and raised his hand in greeting.

“Hello, Sam. Hello, Dean.” He smiled at them. “How did everything go?”

“Same old, same old. Few vamps goin’ to town. Nothin’ big.” Dean explained. “The real news is this!” He raised the plastic sack.

“What is that?” Castiel asked.

“Only the best invention, ever!” Dean smiled and set his stuff down on the table. He reached in and pulled out the remaining boxes. “I’m gonna grab a plate. If anybody touches this pie while I’m gone, you’re officially dead to me.” He made the “I’m watching you” motion with his fingers and pointed them once at Sam, and once at Castiel.

“I am confused.” The angel said as Dean left.

“It’s just pie, Castiel.” Sam explained.

“Oh, I see.”

“Whatcha reading?”

Cas lifted the tattered, green book off the table to show Sam the cover. It had the usual hallmark symbols of witchcraft and magic. The pentagrams, upside down crosses, symbols only Rowena could decipher.

“I was looking for ways to protect hunters from witch magic.” He said simply. “It’s been a highly unsuccessful venture.”

“Can’t win ‘em all I guess,” Sam offered lamely, exhausted from the drive.

“Back!” Dean raised the plate above his head and practically jogged back to the table.

“Okay, this has become an addiction. Three pieces in one day?” Sam wanted to say more but knew Dean was already a hopeless case.

“Listen, Sammy, you wouldn’t understand. Honestly, I don’t even know why I love pie so much. I just do,” Dean said as he began to transfer the piece from the box onto the plate.

The brothers sat down at the table, finally relaxing after the tiresome drive home. Cas followed suit, closing the witchcraft book to prioritize communion with his friends.

“I know why you love pie,” The angel said simply.

Sam and Dean whipped their heads toward him.

“What?” Dean said, picking up his fork in order to take his first bite of the flakey dessert.

“Your affinity for pie is built from childhood memories of your mother,” Cas said, still looking at Dean.

“Wow! It all makes sense!” Sam exclaimed, throwing his hands up into the air. “You like pie over everything else because it was the only dessert mom ever made! Dad told me she tried making a cake once and it was a disaster.”

“Shuddup. I like pie because pie is good. Ain’t got nothin’ to do with childhood memories or whatever.” Dean stared holes into the slice he had in front of him.

“Dean, I raised you from hell. Your soul is burned into the back of my vessel’s eyelids.” Cas looked across the table at Sam. Cas had a flair for the dramatic. “Pie is one of the very few pure childhood memories you have.”

Dean stuck his fork into the point of the pie and shoveled it into his mouth. “Gyoo guys fon’t dnow whad your ftalking aboud,” he barely managed to say around the mouthful. He swallowed the elephant-sized bite. “Pie is pie. Everybody loves it.”

Sam and Cas shared a knowing look. Whenever either one of them tried talking to Dean about his or Sam’s childhood, Dean always changed the conversation or turned to humor, telling Sam he’s making their life into a chick-flick. He hates chick-flicks. They looked back at Dean, still inhaling the one of the two pieces in front of him, neither one saying a word. It had almost disappeared in a matter of seconds.

“Anybody who hasn’t tried pie is a monster— I’d stake my life on it.” Dean said into the silence.

“Does that make me a monster?” Castiel tilted his head to the left and squinted at Dean from across the table as if he was trying to get a read on him. Angels weren’t made to fully understand humans, but Cas would be damned if he didn’t try.

“What?!” Dean’s jaw hung open. Sam silently thanked the heavens that his mouth wasn’t full of masticated dessert.

“You’ve never had pie?” He asked incredulously. “I mean, Dean always keeps it stocked in the fridge, and you’ve never had it?”

“Yes, Sam. I, an Angel of The Lord, have felt an intense desire to consume Dean Winchester’s practically holy pie despite the absence to physically nourish this vessel with food.” Cas said dryly.

Cas was practically glaring at Sam. He had really upped his sarcasm game in recent years, the brother would give him that.

He raised his eyebrows at Cas and held up his hands in innocence. “Okay, point taken.”

“No, no, no.” Sam and Castiel looked back at Dean. “This is just unacceptable. It’s… It’s downright unnatural. Cas, I don’t care if you’re an angel or the lowest demon there is. Everybody needs to have at least one slice of pie in their life.” He slid the plate in the angel’s direction in one fluid motion. It stopped directly in front of Cas.

Dean gave a proud look to his brother, boasting his skill. Sam just rolled his eyes.

The angel pushed back his chair to become eye level with the dessert. Noting that the crust did indeed appear to be quite flakey and the filling an overabundance of sugar, he carefully picked up the fork. Skeptically, he looked at Dean (who was almost as excited to see Castiel take his first bite of pie as he was to enter Betsy’s Pie Palace), and then to Sam (who honestly couldn’t care less. Logically, Cas doesn’t need to eat. Why Dean cares so much is beyond him.) and finally submerged the prongs in the slice. After digging out really only a baby-bite-sized piece, he began to lift the fork to his mouth.

“What, so Mr. Angel of The Lord can’t handle a bigger bite than that? I’ve seen bees bigger than that, Cas.” Dean teased. He knew he could push Castiel’s buttons more than anybody and actually manage to get away with it.

Cas closed his eyes in annoyance and while staying silent, stabbed the pie once again to fit more onto the fork. He made sure it was enough to satisfy the human whom he, now with considerable regret, raised from perdition. Had he known saving Dean Winchester was going to cause him this much grief in the long run, he might have let Dean stay down there another year or two and maybe without quite so much enthusiasm. Dean was still anxiously awaiting Castiel’s first bite, not unlike a young angel in the storehouses of Heaven (it makes more sense in Enochian) and Castiel could not help but let his friend’s excitement wash over him in golden warmth. He knew the pie would only taste of molecules and the spaces between, but did not want to let Dean down, regardless.

He stopped the fork just short of his lips. “Dean, I feel the need to remind you that angels can’t-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. ‘Can’t taste food like humans do.’ Just eat it already, Cas.” Dean interrupted.

Castiel bit down on the fork. Just as he suspected, there was no “food” flavor, like when he was human. It just felt like a lump of structured mush on his vessel’s tongue.

“That was,” Cas began after swallowing. “A neutral experience.”

Dean deflated in his chair.

“It was worth a shot, anyways,” Sam tried to remedy the situation. “Isn’t there some sort of power-up you can use to taste food again?”

Cas thought in silence for a moment. He supposed there was memory-reaching, but angels really have no use for that outside of getting information.

“Yes, I believe there is. I’ve never used it to explore a pleasant experience before, but it’s worth a shot.” The angel said, looking at Dean.

“Well, what are you waiting f-“

Castiel pressed his first two fingers lightly to Dean’s forehead, immediately searching his friend’s mind for his first memories of pie. Both the angel and Dean were being zipped back through the timeline of Dean’s life. He felt the victory of last week after a hunt when Dean was able to grab the last piece of coconut cream at a gas station. Then disappointment of years ago filled his chest when Sam had brought cake instead of pie, claiming “it was close enough.” Feeling himself putting up a front of confidence, Castiel realized he was in nervous, 17-year-old Dean’s shoes, staring across at a girl of similar age. The two were in a diner, about to share a slice of cherry as an innocent first date. He was so young.

At last, Castiel reached Dean’s first memory of his beloved pie. He found himself staring up at Mary Winchester, in Dean’s stead. He was up to her waist, sitting down. Castiel was bad at approximating ages— side effect of the whole being-an-angel thing— but he knew it was an early memory. She turned around and set a large piece of pie on the table, in front of him. Dean’s eyes, and Castiel’s by proxy, widened as Mary began to speak. He felt his mouth salivating with anticipation.

“Happy Birthday, Dean. I can’t believe my little guy is 4 years old, now!” She smiled at her son and reached down to ruffle his hair. “I love you, Dean.”

“I love you too, Mom!” Little Dean squeaked back.

Castiel felt Dean reach over to Mary in an attempt to wrap his tiny arms around her legs in a hug.

“Go on,” she laughed. “I made my favorite flavor- Apple. I hope you like it!”

Their gaze fell back onto the pie. Gingerly, so as not to drop a single piece, he brought the fork to his mouth. Flavor exploded across Castiel’s taste buds. Sweetness of the sugar, a gentle cinnamon spice, tartness from the apples, savoriness of the buttery crust. It was the perfect dessert.

Castiel retracted his hand from Dean’s forehead and looked at him with a certain softness.

“I understand it’s value now,” he said simply.

Dean looked up at him, slightly bewildered, trying to laugh it off. “Whoa, dude. A little warning next time would be nice,” Dean said, quickly wiping the tear about to fall down his face. He either didn’t remember telling Cas to get a move on or he was just trying to change the subject. He sniffed and cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that he got emotional upon Cas digging up such a deep memory. Sam hadn’t seen Dean tear up in a long time, leaving him wondering what Cas had seen.

“I wanted to understand pie, and now I do. Thank you, Dean. I now know why pie has such a big role in your life. I would like to try it again, with your memories in mind. I believe it will be… flavorful to me, now, although I’m not quite sure that’s the right word,” Cas explained.

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“With Dean’s memories at the forefront of my palette, I should be able to taste pie in a similar way that he does— At least for a while.” Cas explained. “Let me try again,” he pleaded as he put his hand on Dean’s shoulder.

Still somewhat in his head, Dean was brought back to the bunker when he felt the angel’s warm hand.

“Yeah, okay. Sure, Cas.” Dean agreed.

Sam yanked the plate toward where Castiel was standing.

Unlike before, Cas loaded the fork with pie. It was so big, it almost fell off before it made it to his mouth.

Nostalgia intermingled with the chunks of apple and the taste of tenderness only a mother can give swirled around his mouth as he chewed. Castiel sat back down next to Dean and relaxed into the back of the chair.

“Yes,” he began, satisfaction dripping in his voice. “Pie is delicious.”

Dean shot Sam an “I-told-you-so” look, reached across to the plate, and polished off the rest of the slice.

Dean never explained what he saw, or rather what Castiel made him remember, to his brother and Sam never asked. All his brother knew was that it had to have been a good memory for it to affect Dean’s entire view on a singular dessert. Pie, just like his mother, will always share a home on the shelf of Dean's heart.

And Castiel will always hold Dean's heart in his soul.

A/N: this is just a lil thing i wrote last year and wanted to get out of my drafts already! do NOT do the math of traveling. I have no idea what it would actually be. Title is a pun if you couldn't tell lol

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If they Knew- Song Eunseok

(part 2 here)

Enemy!Eunseok × inexperienced!fem!reader

Eunseok and you are rivals, hate each other's guts, but when the project you were supposed to do ends up making you two fight- things turn...steamy.

Warnings - Degradation, Eunseok's honestly mean asf (a red flag even 💀), oral ! (fem and male receiving), Fingering, use of nickname "princess", cursing. MDNI

A/N : @wontonstaro here it is 🦭🦭

Please no, please no, there were only 3 people left now, please let your professor pair you with the person whose name was called seconds now, or even let Eunseok be with that guy- you wouldn't mind being paired with the dumbest boy in your class, anyone, as long as it wasn't Eunseok.

And God must love you so much, he must really do, because at last, you were paired with the "love" of your life: Eunseok.

You saw him look at you with a disgusted face and you didn't let it go so easily, eyeing him meanly as well. The class finally ended and you decided to go upto his desk to, well, discuss the project but just as you began approaching him, he started leaving his seat. You could've swore he saw you coming to him but he chose to walk away anyways.

"This bitch," you thought to yourself before having to chase after him into the hallways. "Hey, Eunseok," you called out, he looked back, ignoring your presence and not stopping. "Oh for fucks sake," you gave up then, thinking he'll come by eventually.

-

You were stressed by now, there was only 2 weeks left, and Eunseok still kept ignoring you, the dude even blocked you on his socials, so you couldn't contact him. You had so much to complete, you couldn't let all of it pile up, no way in hell- and no way in earth would the project get finished this quickly.

The bell finally rang, ending the class, you peeked over to his desk, one of his friends talking to him. You finally had enough, and decided to go over to him and even yell at him if necessary.

"Eunseok, listen here, today, we are discussing the damn project, and you're not running away, is that understood?" You spoke cockily, not wanting him to take you as a joke- even if he already did.

"Alright? Whose place?" He smirked leaning back in his desk, ever-calm. You scoffed, angered at his extremely chill behaviour.

-

"Okay, so why are you rushing this-god-there's still so much time left?" He said, taking a seat on the chair of your dining table. "So much time? We barely have 2 weeks? And I have other shit to be done as well okay?" You justified.

"Okay, okay, don't get so angry now, let's just do this alright?" Famous words, really famous. For just 15 minutes after this, you somehow managed to make him angry-you managed to make a literally stone mad. You have no idea but that wasn't a problem right now.

"You know, this! This is why I don't like you! You always try to show that you're better than everyone else!" He ran his hand through his hair. "And so what? You think I like you? You think anyone likes you? Do you honestly think that ignoring people and their opinions so rudely can get you friends?" You scoffed.

"Really? You're the one saying that? Have you looked at yourself? You're literally a lonely loser, haven't you realised? You're always alone, yet you act so freaking cocky, thinking you own the world or some shit," he got up, walking over to the couch. You paused, before retaliating, thinking of what he just said.

Why does he care if you're lonely? When do you ever act cocky? What world does he even live in?

"Okay, I'm so confused, what do you mean I act cocky? And why should you care if I don't have friends?" You raised a brow following him to your own couch.

"Oh my god, do I have to spell it out for your dumb ass?" He turned around in anger, grabbing your shoulders- yet not roughly. "The way you always have that smug look when only you know the answer to the question and raised your hand, or the way you purposely bring in another person's opinion in your own only to refute against it, you're honestly annoying."

You felt hurt, was it wrong to feel a little pride when you knew the answer? Was it bad to want to talk about others opinions- you only followed what your teacher asked, why was that wrong?

"Do you really think that?" You almost felt as if your heart could drop any moment, being liked by your teachers, relatives and peers was all you wanted- the only reason you ever acted confident was because you wanted to seem smart so people would like you- but you now realised that wasn't true at all.

"Yea I do fucking think that, what crying now are we? Ever think about what others feel when you make them seem dumb?" Eunseok's face came closer to yours, his attitude snapping you back into anger. But it also made you remember the one time, you said something along the lines of, "But sir, isn't that not exactly right? I mean of course from one interpretation it could be but..." You hadn't realised the way you completely ignored the way how passionate Eunseok had been while he presented his opinion, even if it was flawed. Maybe you were an ass- but that didn't give him the right to treat you like he did.

That certainly didn't give him the right to look so hot just as he was centimetres away from you. It did not give him the privilege of trapping you between his body and the couch's armrest, it did not give him the right to look at you with those eyes that screamed just one thing.

"Well if you honestly think that..." You took a pause, taking a second to analyse the satisfied look on his face as he thought he was going to get an apology. "....Then shut up." You saw the way his face contorted into a scoff, his mouth mumbling an "unbelievable".

But, he looked back at you, with a smirk, "Oh yeah, then make me." His hands came down to the curve of your waist, leaving your shoulders, and his eyes travelled to the red of your lips.

Brazenly, you decided to bring your hand to the skin of his cheek, grazing his face with your fingers. "You can't talk if you're dead, darling."

He smiled pulling you closer- as if that was even possible. You could feel a bulge pressing against you, your body covered in goosebumps. "Dead after you take my breath away from this?" Before you could ask what "this" was, or what he meant, his lips were on yours, your eyes wide open due to the momentary shock, still, you decided, to melt into the kiss, bringing your palms to his neck and letting him pick you up and sit on the couch.

Your legs straddled him, his hands working his way up your shirt- getting rid of the bra within seconds as he unbuttoned the red flannel. He didn't break the kiss- not even for a second, you however, pulled yourself off of him, tugging at his hoodie.

"See, even now," he pulled his sweatshirt over him tossing it to the side, "You broke the kiss, you wanna be the first in everything right?" He pulled you towards him, kissing you again, but roughly this time, biting your lower lip. He removed his lips from yours and bent towards your jaw, leaving a trail of kisses as he sucked on the skin of your neck-making you exhale a moan.

And you could swear you felt him smirk against you as moved down to your collarbones, definitely leaving some marks- oh god did he know what he was doing. Even if you didn't.

Experimentally, you decided to grind against him, his bulge specifically- to which he couldn't help but groan. "See, there you go, trying to prove you can do it better," he suddenly laid you down, hovering over you. "You're wrong though, just wait darling, you're gonna be screaming in no time." Just the first contact of his tongue against your perked nipple had you weak, the pleasure travelling right down to your heat-that was probably wet as fuck by now.

He took care to make sure his one hand was kneading the other breast that wasn't being devoured by his lips. By now, you were definitely moaning, a weak "E-Eunseok," leaving your mouth as he sucked on your areola.

"Ah so that's how you are huh? You act all tough, but really, you're just a baby who wants to be loved, is that right?" He cooed, faking a pout before kissing you again.

It's very safe to say, that your project was ignored for the rest of the night.

-

You were able to finish your work, by the grace of god. But your sessions weren't complete without his hand resting on your upper thighs as you shared your opinions, or his fingers bringing yours to the waistband of his sweatpants.

Eventually, after the whole project you made it a regular thing, whenever you or he felt stressed you'd makeout and do a little something more but never further than that, until one night...

"It really makes sense why you always wear those fucking oversized hoodies, always hiding these right? Why do you save all of this for me? Do you care about me that much? Aww," he cooed you, flicking your nipple as he kissed your collarbone. "Just shut up and put that mouth to a good use yea?" You let his hands hold onto your breast to let him suck onto it- indeed putting his mouth into use. But, just a second later, he pulled away.

"Wait, let's do something else tonight, I'm tired of just sucking on to these or you giving me a hand job." He laid you onto his bed, your head snuggling into the pillows that carried his scent-you could be entranced but you rose up, supporting yourself on your elbows.

Just as Eunseok, was reaching to the drawer on his bedside, you stopped him, saying, "Eunseok- just- just wait- I..." You paused, unaware how to really say this. "I haven't really done this..." a meek voice left your throat, insecurity pooling in you.

Something flipped in him, and he could swear his dick grew harder, this is was one of his kinks, after all. "I couldn't hear you speak louder." He said, even if he heard you loud and clear.

"I haven't done-" "Look at me when you talk to me," he brought his face towards yours, dominance flowing in him. "I haven't done this before." You finally said looking into his eyes.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?" He smirked. "And I thought you knew everything, guess you aren't so smart now, huh?" Oh you would do everything to wipe that look of his face but the way swiftly got rid of your pants and your underwear at the same time had you unresponsive.

"Ah, gosh, look at that needy pussy, already so wet huh?" He spread your legs, looking at it. "Stop looking," you got shy and tried closing them but of course, he pushed them apart again. "Pretty things deserve to be looked at," that was the first and perhaps the only nice thing he ever said to you, he bent down plancing soft kisses against your inner thigh, inching towards your core.

This was the only time he was slow with it, making sure not to hurt you as he tenderly licked your clit and softly sucked on it, letting you moan his name. He then got his fingers near, saying, "Just hold onto my other hand okay, it might hurt you a little." He thrusted his slender finger so softly, as you grabbed onto his hand.

"Don't clench, it's okay, I know it hurts, but you don't have to be uncomfortable, it's alright,"

He then added a second finger, but when you moaned his name, his sweetness vanished. "Yeah, right, you're just a slut," his movements turned quicker, inching you closer and closer, he brought his mouth closer too, sucking to bring you even closer to your orgasm.

-

"You think I like Eunseok?" You laughed, playfully hitting Sungchan's shoulder. "I would like anyone but him, I can't believe you'd ever think that!"

"No, I mean the way you look at him," Sungchan wiggled his eyebrows. "You think that look of hate is the look of love? Oh Sungchan you're-you're seriously clueless." You laughed again. "Then what's the look of love, the way you look at me?" "Allow me a second to hide my blush," you smiled at him, before the two of you started snickering together.

Eunseok rolled his eyes as he watched you laughing and talking with him, but more so at the fact that you made it seem you wouldn't ever let him have you- as if you weren't the same girl who was begging him to fuck you as he edged you with just his fingers.

"Why are you crying like that? Sluts like you only get this much, why don't you ask Sungchan to fuck you huh?" He asked, as you sat on his lap, legs spread as you sat naked, your back pressed against his chest. "Ge kissed your tear stained cheeks from behind you, before biting on your neck.

"I guess I should leave some marks even higher so you can't hide them right? Let them know you let people ruin you? Right? Isn't that what you want?" He rubbed your clit faster, only to remove his fingers just as you were starting the heat to build up.

"That's it get on your knees," you followed his command getting on the floor. He removed his jeans and boxers, letting his dick hit his stomach because of how hard and long it was.

"Suck."

You weren't sure what you had to do, so you began by kissing the tip, slowly licking the rest of it, you were definitely overwhelmed by the size- you knew you would choke even before you could take half of it bit despite that, you opened your mouth, making sure to be careful of your teeth. Slowly moving your mouth up and down his length. You already felt tired but of course didn't want to show it.

"Oh for fucks sake, is that all you can do?" He sighed, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he began fucking into your mouth, not caring for the way your tears ran down face.

"You really talk so much all the time, always running that mouth of yours, but can't put it to any good use huh? I thought if you talked so much, you could at least do something, guess not." He said before grabbing his phone.

"Look at you, stuffed with a dick in your mouth, that you can't even properly suck, your face is completely ruined with those crocodile tears, I know you can take it so stop crying bitch," he took a pause, cruelly laughing at you.

"People would be so shocked if they see you like this, the girl who's always so fucking cocky, stuffed with cock." He laughed as he snapped a picture and took a hold of a bunch of your hair and bullied his dick into your mouth.

[munsonmuses]

Meeting in the Middle

Part Two Here

Synopsis: with the awkwardness split and the tension broken, you and Eddie are now sprinting to meet in the middle

Themes: healing wounds, coming to terms, falling back in love, friends to lovers to enemies and back to lovers

Warnings: mild drug usage, crying, and smut! The once in the blue moon happened!!! Addie wrote smut!!

Word count: 3.1k

Eddie’s end of the call was a bit frantic, consisting of him stubbing out a cigarette that was freshly lit, shoving past Gareth who was stoned as all hell beside him, and fumbling to get his reeboks back on as he hummed nervously. Gareth sitting up as he watched Eddie’s frantic rushing around the room as he quirked a brow, his girlfriend Daphne sprawled across his lap as he made sure not to knock her off of his lap.

“Dude…what’re you doing?” He asked softly as he carefully let his head pull to the side, it suddenly feeling too heavy after a few decent puffs from the rickety and well stained bong on the ground. Eddie panting lightly as he fixed his hair back into a low bun. “Josie needs me.” He insisted as Gareth frowned lightly. “Does she really? You’ve spent all this time calling her a succubus and treat each other like shit.” He reminded as Eddie scoffed, searching his dresser and drawers for his keys as he muttered under his breath. “Succubi are sexy, that’s why I call her that. Everyone calls her Josie because she liked Josie and the Pussycats as a kid. So I’ve never fucking hated her man. Not ever. I’ve loved her since before I knew what that shit was and I’m not gonna fuck up again.” He snapped back as he found his keys.

“When her dad died she begged for me and I was too scared. I ran from her. I ran from her when she needed me so fucking badly. I’m tired of running okay.” He insisted softly as he shuddered harshly. “I’m tired of running because I am afraid of having a heart. Because I am afraid of having feelings. I have spent so long being terrified of having feelings, that I didn’t even realize what I was missing till I saw her slip through my fingers.” He asserted before storming out, passing Wayne on the way out and hopping into the van. Speeding his way to family video, traffic laws be damned.

He swung into the parking lot, haphazardly throwing the car into park and walking to the glass doors of Family Video. Going to pull the door open before feeling the pull of the lock, growling in frustration as he knocked on the glass with his keys. “Harrington?! Buckley?! Let me in come on!” He shouted as he watched Robin frantically run to the door, struggling to get it open.

“I uh, shit, I showed her the ho-horse movie?! You know the the the the one that you told me too? And she uh, fuck! She started crying and it hasn’t stopped.” Robin spoke frantically as she led him to the back, Eddie nearly shattering at the sight of you.

You were curled up on the couch, sobbing desperately as Sara tried to soothe you by running her nails over your scalp. Humming softly as your wails echoed. Steve backed into a corner as he nervously chewed on the sides of his thumbs. Gesturing towards your sobbing self as Eddie made his way over. Shaking out his arms and shoulders as he crouched in front of you.

“Hey there…why so sad, a succubus like yourself shouldn’t be so sad, you’ve got a lot goin’ for you…” he tried as you turned to look at him, droplets of salty sadness clinging to your lashes as he gently wiped the tears. Looking back at the three as he hummed. “I’m gonna take her home okay? You guys uh…close up, do what you’ve gotta do.” He insisted as he carefully hooked his arms under your knees and shoulders, Sara placing your purse in your lap and wishing you goodbye. Carrying you out to the van as he carefully worked on setting you into the passenger seat. Buckling you in as he frowned. Rounding the front and clamoring into the drivers seat. Starting up the van as REO Speedwagon played softly along the radio.

“Why’d you have to fucking…pick that movie?” You whispered as he carefully reversed, looking over his shoulder as he hummed lightly to himself. Thinking quietly as he chewed on his lower lip. “I uh…I really thought it would be nice…that you’d like it a whole bunch, and that’s you’d remember.” He whispered as he pulled onto the main road. Driving relatively silently, which was out of character…but comfortable.

“I did remember…and it made me so mad Eddie. It made me more than mad. It made me sad and confused. I’ve tried to get past it, I’ve tried dating…especially dating the opposite of you. I tried dating Andrew fucking Harper. He’s the one who wears that hat everywhere, hangs around Jason…he wasn’t like you. I wanted you. I only wanted you…and I couldn’t have you.” You whispered as you chewed on your lip. “I don’t even know you anymore but you’ve slotted right back into place and it pisses me off. Why do you just get to come back Eddie? Why do you just get to fit right back into my arms and my heart…why do you get to do this? And why am I letting you?” You murmured as you turned to look at him. His eyes trained on the road ahead, tears brimming in his big chocolate eyes as he cleared his throat. “I uh…I dunno…maybe we’re intertwined. I’m the…I’m the demon king, you my loyal succubus?” He tried to find humor in the situation as you scoffed lightly, his unrelenting awkwardness bringing you a sense of joy. Choosing to break the tension, you prompted him with a question. “You hungry…?” You whispered lightly as he grinned, licking his bottom lip in thought. “Starving honestly.”

It wasn’t a long ride to the tiny excuse of a McDonald’s, the both of you ordering as you fished your wallet from inside your purse. Ordering through the crackly speaker and having your order read back to you by a stoned teenager. Handing Eddie a ten as he hummed contentedly. Paying and taking the greasy brown bag as he parked the van.

Rifling through the bag, Eddie grinned eagerly. Clearly his high was catching up to him as he carefully set the bag down on the console. “We’ve got a large fry and a quarter pounder with cheese, extra pickles and mayonnaise for the lady~ and a large fry, a filet o fish with double cheese and an apple pie for myself…” he crooned. “And your disgusting orangeade.” He laughed out while sticking his tongue out in mock disgust as you rolled your eyes. “You’re drinking a root beer and eating a filet o fish, you don’t get to judge me Munson. Plus orangeade is like…carbonated tang, or sunny d.” You reasoned as he rolled his eyes. “Plus I paid! You don’t get to complain.” You bargained as he scoffed. “Ah yes our fine dining, surmounting to a whopping five dollars and seventy cents…” he teased as he ate his filet o fish, carefully chewing away as you ate in silence. “Is this a date?” You suddenly asked as you looked at him. “Because it feels like one Eddie…” you murmured as he choked on his meal, wiping his mouth and chugging down his root beer to quell his suffocating fishy sandwich.

“I…I’m not sure, do you want it to be?” He asked softly as he wiped the mayo from the corner of his lips as you hummed. “I uh…yeah I’d like to have it be a date…” you insisted softly as you carefully wiped your mouth and hummed nervously. “I want to be dating.” You clarified as he carefully quirked a brow. “I want to be your girlfriend…we’ve done the little dance…but we can do this dance backwards? Start dating…while figuring out everything we need to know about each other backwards?” You explained as he stared at you incredulously, quietly nodding. “I’m not a really conventional guy…so yeah I guess I could do that. I’ve got a lotta making up to do anyways.” He insisted softly as he reached over slowly.

His calloused fingers linked with yours, slow and nervous, palms clammy and fingertips bumping before they finally settled together. The both of you letting out a joint exhale as he laughed loudly, pumping his free fist in the air. “Fuck…yes! God yes this is what I’ve been gunning for. Oh my god I can bring you to hellfire…I can bring you to the hideout, I can show you the songs I wrote for you…” he rambled as you laughed. “And youuu, can join me at football and basketball games to take pictures and make spreads for yearbook, to Lynnie’s girlscout meetings, and you can go to do boring shit with me…” you insisted as he clicked his tongue. “Only because it’s for you…” he insisted slowly. Leaving you both in a contented, relieving silence as you carefully finished up your fries and smiled lightly. Letting Eddie drive you back home.

You carefully took Eddie inside with you once home, kicking off your shoes as you hummed lightly. Padding into the kitchen as Eddie followed, finding a note on the fridge that your mom picked up a late shift, and Marilyn would be staying with her friend Maxine just two streets down. Carefully crumpling up the letter and tossing it into the trash as you pried the fridge open. Eddie’s hips pressed to yours as he reached past you for a can of beer and a lemon square in the fridge.

“Well…I think we should do boyfriend and girlfriend things…so we can watch a movie, you can stay the night…” you offered as Eddie shrugged. “Sure…yeah that works for me.” He insisted through a mouthful as you gagged playfully in disgust at his actions. “Whatever you nasty…I’m gonna go change into pajamas, keep yourself entertained.” You insisted softly as you padded upstairs, watching as Eddie immediately went about with his allowed snooping and grinning. The house just fit so well around him, he was meant to be here.

You trekked to your room, deciding on a shower to ease the sweat from the workday away from your skin. Starting up the hot water and prepping your towels and pajamas. Consisting of a long shirt and some shorts. Getting yourself stripped down and taking a deep breath as the warm water eased your muscles. Lathering the coconut like shampoo and conditioner into your scalp, and pairing it with body wash as you scrubbed yourself down. You were happy, you had that closure with Eddie. You were supposed to be happy, so why couldn’t you stop yourself from crying? Why were the tears flowing so freely? Was it relief? Or was it that you did love Eddie but knew you didn’t know him anymore?

You managed to shake the tears away as you sighed. You did love Eddie, you loved him so much, and you were excited to know Eddie. You couldn’t rob yourself of that experience. Shutting off the shower you got out to dry off, working on lotioning up your body, running your product through your hair, and dressing yourself carefully as you opened up your bathroom door. Shrieking in terror as you managed to scare Eddie to the ground during his snooping through your room as he held his chest.

“Jesus H. Christ babe! What the fuck?!” He called as you held your own, heaving lightly as he carefully got back to standing. A carebear clutched in his ring clad hand as you carefully relaxed. “I didn’t know you were in here, I’m sorry honey…put my carebear down please?” You prompted as he obliged, placing it back in its pile as you walked over to your tv in the corner of your room. Flipping it on and letting some random late night television play. Climbing into bed as Eddie removed his sneakers, jeans and jackets before joining you under the frilly comforter. Getting himself comfortable as you scoffed. “Nothing changes huh? You get real cozy wherever you are…” you commented as he shrugged lightly.

The two of you watched tv for a while, Eddie aimlessly playing with your hair before slowly looking at you as he hummed. “Since we’re like…dating, can I kiss you?” He asked softly as you carefully turned to face him. His features soft and lips semi parted as you thought quietly. Not giving a verbal answer, but pulling him in to kiss you as your lips melded together.

He held you close as he pressed his chest to yours, humming into it as his kisses tentatively trailed away from your lips, along your jaw and neck as his calloused hands ran up your hips. Thumbs rubbing circles into them as you leaned your head back a bit. Choosing to make up for lost time, as with Eddie it felt right.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart…” he murmured against your collarbone as his hands worked up your sides and to your breasts as you shuddered lightly. “I should have been here…we could’ve had this the whole time. You needed me…” he whispered as you ran your own hands up his shirt, along his spine as he hummed.

“It’s okay Eddie…you’re here now, you’re here right now and that’s all that matters to me.” You assured softly as you carefully lifted your hips, letting him work his fingers into your waistband. His rings cold against your hips as you smiled lightly. “I want to be here for you…” he whispered as you slowly worked your shirt off, Eddie sitting back to allow you to do so.

His lips latched onto your collarbones, working down the center of your chest. Leaving warm and deep kisses around your chest. Nipping at your left breast to leave a hickey, his right hand moving to lightly grope at you. Gently pinching your nipple as you moaned lightly. Head rolling back as he moved to straddle your left leg, his own slotting between your thighs as he hummed eagerly.

“Pretty girl I’m so sorry…” he cooed as he continued his gentle ministrations. You’d had sex before, you’d had flings, but this was love making. Eddie was showing you how dearly he loved you, how dearly he needed to be there for you. His right hand traveled down your stomach, down the curve of your hip before stopping at your waistband as you allowed him to work off your shorts and underwear. Tentative and gentle as his kisses traveled lower and lower. Crawling down the bed till his nose bumped against your clit as he hummed.

His lips lightly latched onto your clit, lightly sucking while applying pressure with his tongue. His thumb lightly grazing over your slit, carefully patting your lips to find your arousal pooling. Humming contentedly to himself as his kisses traveled down and his thumb took his lips place at your bundle of nerves. Rubbing in careful circles as his kisses deepened along your lips, pressing his tongue deep into you as he lapped slow and deep. He was worshipping you, paying careful attention to you, which he’d failed to do for so long before. Eating you out with nothing but adoration, his big eyes looking to your face for any indication of how you felt.

You were pressed into your pillows, lashes fluttering as you carefully held onto the back of his head. Feeling his tender lips working you with ease as you bit your lower lip. Head lulled back as you moaned deeply. Slowly pressing your thighs around his head as you groaned loudly to yourself. “So good Eddie, you’re doing so good for me…taking such good care of me…” you praised as he continued, now with a bit more confidence as he worked his tongue and thumb in synchronicity.

You felt your back arch as you gripped his hair in your fist, moaning desperately as you panted loudly. Whining in delirium as you felt your pent up anger and confusion unraveling. Nearly coming undone before Eddie pulled away. Mouth slick with your arousal as he smiled adoringly. Working off his shirt and boxers.

His body was littered with tattoos, some better than others. Trail of hair from his navel down to his hardening cock. twitching lightly and desperate for reprieve as you placed your hand behind his head. Pulling him into a kiss as you moaned desperately into his mouth.

Your hand took hold of his cock, languidly stroking him as you made light work of getting you both situated. Helping Eddie with the hard part as you lined him up, easing him an inch or two into you.

His head fell forward, biting his lower lip and whimpering out your name lightly as he eased into you. Slow and tender as he continued his sweet and light kisses. “So good for me honey…you feel so good, I adore you…” he murmured as he bottomed out. Earning a light whine from you as you kissed around his face. His hips stuttering as he began his languid and deep thrusts. Keeping a sensual rhythm as you panted out his name.

“It feels so good Eddie…fuck you’re so good, you’re so good to me honey…” you whined as you held his close, his forehead to yours as you kissed him lightly. Whimpering eagerly to yourself as you carefully dug your nails into his shoulders. You were both so pent up and angry, so sad, so distraught that you’d finally realized just how much you’d needed and wanted one another.

His thrusts stuttered a bit as he sped up, groaning loudly as his kisses grew feverish around your neck and shoulders. Leaving deep hickeys, marking his place in your life as your nails raked down his back. Moaning desperately as you whimpered in need. “Eddie please…’m so close, so so close,” you whined as he grinned lightly. “Me too honey…” he assured as he sped up.

“In or out honey?” He asked softly as you held his face and panted. “In please, I’m on the pill,” you promised before feeling him bottom out, your lashes fluttering as you let your head fall back. Incoherent muttering leaving you as you felt yourself come undone, Eddie doing the same as he moaned and whined out your name. Panting desperately as he whimpered, moving to lie down on your chest as you held him close.

“I’m here from now on…I promise…” he panted out carefully as he rested his chin on your sternum, looking up at you as you smiled lightly, catching your own breath. “I know baby…I know.”

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[ceyx-of-the-shore]

When The Music Stops

PAIRING: Emile-A239 x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You were the only one who Emile would listen to in times like these. You didn't know he valued you as much as you did him.

WARNINGS: Angst in the beginning, mentions of blood, mentions of injury/fighting, eventual fluff, growing feelings, Emile is heavily sarcastic and comes off as blunt, no set timeline - just a drabble, etc.

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform/into an A.I. program.*

You rush into the room, the door sliding quickly to the side beside you as a rush of chilled air slaps your face. The facilities on Reach were always cold—freezing, actually. Like a damn meat locker. The Medical branch more so than anywhere else, but this time you could deal with it. 

At the very least, it could steady out your heated annoyance.

“Emile!” You call, locking instantly onto the heavily armored man standing in his Mark V[B] at the center of the small room, hands clenched so hard you hear his gloves squeal as his knuckles crack inside of them. But the Spartan had already turned his helmeted face to you long before you opened that door, hearing your footsteps down the hall, the pattern of which he’d memorized months ago. That carved skeleton jeers in the overhead light, every little cut a funeral service for Covenant troops scored like paint across a canvas. 

To you, it was a far too familiar sight, and you liked it far more when it was out of your Ward.

“Jesus,” you comment, slapping the pad on the wall to make the door shut behind you as you walk through with a serious face, waving your hands in anger. “What the hell happened out there?! I have half of the staff running around trying to gather enough supplies to stabilize a damn skull fracture, Emile!” 

There’s blood on the ground of the examination room—your examination room. But it wasn’t Emile’s. It drips from his fingers and his MJOLNIR like a red river of dark deeds. The Spartan doesn’t even seem to mind it, and, you know, he doesn’t. If you had to guess, you would say he enjoyed it.

“Nothing,” that monotone voice slowly drips out, the SPARTAN-III nonchalantly shaking out his left wrist and fixing his stance, even though that casual rigidity remains. Animalistic calm. “Just cleaned up a few loose ends, Doc.”

“There are three ODSTs that went in for combat training today and are spending the night in here because of you,” you hiss, stalking up to the gigantic man and pointing a finger into his chest plate. He has to physically look down at you at this angle, and you think you’ll never get used to his unnatural height—both in and out of the MJOLNIR. “Carter warned you about another fight with non-Spartans, Emile—this can’t keep happening! I can’t keep trying to cover for you when you lose your temper!”

For once you’re shocked that the man in front of you lets you spew your words; it wasn’t often the hothead had nothing to say for himself, certainly about his own actions when his gung-ho attitude came out.

Your glare softens, tirade stalled for but a moment as the minutes lengthen after your scolding.

A silence falls, your own eyes blinking down at you from the reflection of the scarred visor, those etched marks that make up the image of death unwavering. Not a sliver of the Spartan’s visage is to be seen—it rarely is. Emile breathed slightly heavily, and his arms shook with leftover anger from not half-an-hour earlier when he’d sent his fist into those ODSTs. You can hear the scrape of his esophagus as clear as day, and if you strain your ears harder, you can image his fire-like pulse as well. 

Where a deep disappointment had bred, now only concern takes its place.

You blink, raising a hand from your side hesitantly; pausing. 

“Emile?” At the small touch on his elbow, the Spartan tenses, but you easily speak in a soft tone, dipping your voice. You can’t recall seeing Emile so…statue-still. “Hey,” you utter, brows creasing as the Spartan’s visor refuses to move an inch from staring you down. As if trying to calm himself by only your presence alone. “Hey, Big Guy. Okay, let’s…let’s take a breath, alright?”

You steady your own, but you know the rapid beat of your heart gives you away.

Emile grunts, turning his head from you to glare at the side wall; you know his jaw is clenched tight under his helmet. But he does as you ask, and you feel his chest bump your form as he inhales deeply.

It was a good thing you found him—of all the staff here, you seemed to be the only one he actually listened to. Even now, it brings a small feeling of pride with it, and you know it shouldn't.

It’s a quiet moment that once more settles, and you feel his tension seep out while you still hold onto his elbow, occasionally caressing your thumb up and down. You know the man best; you’re prideful because you’re the only medic on Reach equipped to handle his snark and aggression—the best at it. And the simple fact is that Emile only comes to you anyway.

“Good,” you nod softly. Taking a step back, you slowly tilt your head and frown at him. 

He scoffs before he speaks, but it lacks any venom. 

“Came on there pretty hard, Doc.” A nickname for you, only he’s allowed to use it. Emile grumbles and crosses his arms, feet spacing out. But his tone is…off. “Thought I’d be on my ass in a little bit.” “What happened?” You don’t beat around the bush, your eyes deathly serious. “You’re not acting right at all. You haven’t even bragged about how easy they were to bring down.”

“So I need to brag now, is that it?” 

Glaring, you set your jaw and level out with him. “Show me your hands, A-239.”

“Woah,” Emile drags out the word, chuckling as you grapple for his hand, moving his head to the side as if studying an ant and saying sarcastically. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

Peeling back the armor plating and the thick undersuit, you’re left with slightly inflamed knuckles. With the enhancements of the Spartan's physical forms, even so for the IIIs, these would heal fairly quickly—hours at most. But the sight still rang off alarm bells. 

How hard had he been punching those ODSTs to leave a mark on himself? Through armor and muscle? 

“Emile,” you urge, firm attention staying on the swelling.

You can feel his eyes on you—digging and heavy. But on this, you would not relent. In your time together, you’d grown fond of him and his horrible attitude. He was off putting, sure, and rough: a bit bad for civilian relations, of course; yet you’d had the privilege to know him as others usually didn’t. 

Emile was bluntly honest, and with you…he listened. That was a trust far earned and it had taken months to even get a break in him.

The giant released a low sigh and with a hand motion that equaled ‘fine,’ he shook his head and pushed out through a board tone. “...They were talking ‘bout you. Didn’t like their tones.” A finger touches the back of your skull, brushing across it briefly and disappearing as if never there. You fight back a gasp. “‘Specially when they thought it was smart to say it when I was right there.” 

You pause at that, still holding his warm hand as his fingers twitch in your grasp—tiny things compared to the calluses and bulk of muscle. It’s like your heart stops, a foreign heat making the room's chill completely halt. 

You stare at his knuckles and feel your eyes blink quickly. Inside of your chest, your heart completely skips beats.

“Took ‘em to the ring,” he says like he’s reading a report. “Threw ‘em down. They lost and I won, and I made them think twice when they’re talking about my favorite Medic like that.” His helmet shifts your way. “You think I’d let them get away with that, Doc?” 

“I…” you stutter, for once in your life, lost for words. Emile chuckles to himself, tilting his head mockingly. 

“Now isn’t that nice.” 

Your face burns even more as the man’s hand shifts out of your hold, tapping your chin up with a finger. His helmet leans into you. 

“Thought I’d stop by and have my girl check up on me before someone else managed to get in my way. You didn’t disappoint. Never do.” You’re speechless, heart rapidly pounding and throat bobbing with a swallow. You know he sees it because he chuckles again and his head moves up and down in a sweep of your body.

Emile hums, squeezing your flesh with his thumb and forefinger before letting his hand drop and pulling on his glove. 

“You hear anything going ‘round about you, you just let me know, yeah?” There’s a serious edge to that sentence. “Let me take care of it.” 

All you do is nod dumbly a blank moment later and feel your face go malleable. You don’t even know how to respond to that—you shouldn’t be encouraging physical fights just because you thought it was an…archaically sweet, if not inherently violent, sentiment.

But was Emile anything but? You knew what you were getting into.

“Good.” Emile moves his head back and stares for a moment longer, his chest rising and falling in a silent sigh of breath, before, soldier-like once more, he walks forward and exits the room with a whoosh of recycled air.

“Be seeing you, Doc.”

You hear the door slap shut and still gape at where he once stood in front of you, fire under your skin and a deep pull in your heart as you stutter under your breath. Clearing your throat minutes later, you blink, flatten out your clothes, and quickly exit into the hallway—hearing every connection of your feet to the floor.

There was something so very wrong about this that made you want to see how it might end. Even if it resulted in your blood-thirsty Spartan standing in your examination room once more, knuckles swollen and his body looming above yours like a silent, skeletal sentinel; some brutish dog ready to tear flesh at a moment's notice.

If only to feel his bare skin again, and the weight of his words on your chest.

"Shit," you breathe, grasping at the bridge of your nose as nurses rush past you. All of your thoughts are about Emile, and you have to internally wonder when that had started happening. "...This isn't good."