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illfoandillfie · 3 years

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Impersonal

As promised, here’s the smutty followup to yesterday’s blurb! This is the fifth post of seven in my Platonically themed event. Again, it’s not really been edited because it’s late and I’m very tired but alas, thats how it goes.

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Warning: some vague dom/sub dynamic stuff with a more dom Ben, spanking, it’s P in V sex but theres a lot of talk about butts. Also they’re still dorks.

It had been a nice day. You and Ben had gone out with a few friends, just a little picnic in the park to catch up with everyone. If you’d been at all worried about publicly being together on a no romo day, then it was for nothing. As much as everyone there considered you and Ben to be an item, it mostly went ignored, aside from a couple of questions about how you’d gone living together so far. But having such a big lunch, everyone having brought something to share, neither of you were especially hungry at dinner time. Ben whipped up a pot of butted noodles for you to pick at as you watched TV but it was soon set aside as you shifted to lean against the arm rest with your legs stretched out to lay over Ben’s thighs. Each of you were engrossed in your phones more than the quiz show he’d flicked on, occasionally sharing something you saw or read.

You had opened tumblr and were scrolling through your dash, pausing to read longer bits here and there but mostly just liking images and reblogging memes. Until you hit a patch of not safe for work content. One of the porn blogs you’d long since forgotten you’d followed had hit a rare patch of activity, every second post one of theirs. Those posts you paid a little more attention to, especially when videos and explicit images were involved since you knew they were likely to be taken down soon and you didn’t want to miss out on seeing something hot. Unfortunately your headphones were in another room so you weren’t game to turn the sound on for any of the videos but the visuals and erotic comments below were enough to make you feel as if the room as heated up. You could feel yourself getting wetter at each new post but couldn’t seem to stop looking at them.

A particularly good video of a sloppy blowjob made you clench your thighs together, your foot rubbing against Ben’s thigh as a result. His palm came to rest on the top of your foot, rubbing it soothingly, though his attention was still elsewhere. In fact, his gaze didn’t shift until a little later when you were looking at a very hot gifset of a woman on all fours, crying as she was pounded from behind. He cleared his throat. You jolted a little at the sound and tried not to look too guilty as you met his eye. “You okay?” “Mmhmm,” His eyes travelled over you from the lip between your teeth to your tightly pressed thighs and your fingers wrapped firmly around the phone. “I don’t mean to interrupt,” he said, clearly meaning to do exactly that, “but ummmm, are you watching porn right now?” “No,” you answered too quickly. “Hey, you don’t have to hide it if you are, go nuts. I’m just a little curious about what’s turned you on so much you’re practically panting. And can I help?” “I’m not watching anything. It’s just some gifs I saw.” “Well I think QPR law states you have to show me or you’d be a big meanie.” You chuckled and handed the phone to Ben, a little curious about how he’d react. Ben watched the gifs through a couple of times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s uhhh, that’s pretty hot,” he rubbed your foot again as he kept watching the looped footage. “Are you turned on?” “Yeah, a bit,” “Hmmm, same.” “Should we-” “Do you wanna-” You spoke at the same time and then both laughed a little as you simultaneously agreed, “Yeah.” Immediately you swung your legs around intending to walk towards the bedroom and Ben followed for about two steps before he stopped suddenly, “Wait. This is a no romo day, right? Do you still feel anti-romance?” “Yes and yeah I think so. Why?” Ben shrugged, “I don’t think we’ve ever had sex on a no romo day so...how does it work?” “Oh, good point. Well.” you wanted to keep it brief, already worked up and wanting to move to the fun part, “I think it’s probably best if we keep it on kind of the rougher side, a little impersonal even. Could you maybe hit it from behind? I’m not really sure eye contact and all that stuff would be as fun for me right now.” “No need to ask twice. My hot partner wants me to look at her gorgeous arse while I fuck her? Yeah definitely into that.” “Jesus I’d forgotten you’re an arse man.” It was true too. As much as Ben might prefer ass to tits he also enjoyed the visual stimulation of watching you – seeing the pleasure on your face, watching your body react to his. So, while doggy style was a regular position for you, variations of missionary and cowgirl were probably a little more frequent. Which was wonderful, except not what you needed right then. Ben responded by poking his tongue out you but he seemed quite as eager to move things along, “So rough doggy then? Can I spank you?” “You’d be into that?” He shrugged, “I know we haven’t really done anything kinky yet but yeah, I enjoy spanking. I mean...watching an arse jiggle after it’s hit is incredibly hot.” You giggled, “spanking is very okay then. You could be a little mean too if you wanted, maybe calling me a degrading name to get at that impersonal thing. Slut maybe.” He hummed uncertainly, “I can try it if you really want but I gotta admit I’m not as into degrading stuff as I am spanking.” “It’s fine if you don’t, whatever works. Honestly, I’m already super horny so just do whatever you’re comfortable with and don’t get too gentle or loving with it, and I’ll be happy.” “I can definitely do rough for you. For instance,” You gasped as Ben grasped your hips and turned you around, positioning you in front of the arm of the couch before he pushed you to bend over it. It was a surprise considering Ben’s typical nature. He had his controlling or domineering moments but generally seemed happiest when he was showering you in affection or letting you take charge. Adding to the surprise was the way he tugged your pants down to your knees and began to touch you through your underwear. It made you squirm, trying to find a little more friction, but he only gave you a quick spank. Not overly hard but it didn’t have to be to make you feel tingly. Just knowing Ben was capable of an action like that was hot enough. All the same he pulled your knickers down too and ran his fingers through your folds. “Wow, okay. You meant it when you said you were horny. Pretty wet already.” “No shit Sherlock. You know I don’t need lines like that that get you interested in fucking me.” He gave you another slap for your insolence. “Better get you stretched out then, hadn’t we?” You felt two of Ben’s fingers rest against your entrance and expected to feel them sink into you too. But it didn’t happen. “What’s the hold up, Tiger? Ow,” the spank had been a little harder than the last. “If you want them so bad, do it yourself.” Your breath caught as you realised what he meant and you shifted your hips back, levering yourself against the arm of the couch, until you felt his fingers penetrate you. “That’s it Kitten. You’re too horny to wait, aren’t you? God you’ve got such a pretty arse. Giving me the best view right now. Your needy cunt soaking my fingers while your arse,” he hit you again, “jiggles. It’s making me so hard.” You whined, unable to find a better response, and rocked back against his fingers, slowly fucking yourself on them. He let you go on like that for a little while, happy to listen to your hitched breaths and needy sighs as you got a little of what you needed. But then he pulled his fingers from you. You let out a disappointed whimper, “Ben, c’mon,” “I’m so hard from watching you be so desperate. Just gotta get my pants off. But you can play with yourself for me, can’t you?” You nodded and shifted so you could drop your fingers to your pussy. Ben gave your arse another slap, “Not what I meant Kitten. Play with your arse.” Startled by the low growl in his voice you quickly complied, leaning on the couch as your brought both hands up to grab your arse cheeks, squeezing them and pulling them apart to better show off your holes.” “That’s very good, Kitten. Spank yourself.” It wasn’t the same as when Ben spanked you since you knew what was coming and the position didn’t allow you to get as much force into your hits as he could. But it was definitely arousing and it definitely seemed to work for Ben. You’d barely registered the sound of his pants dropping before he was sliding into your wet and waiting cunt. “I can take it from here,” Ben’s hands replaced yours, groping your arse as you dropped your arms back to the couch, though you felt it was useless to try and prop yourself up on them. It would only be a matter of time before you collapsed entirely.

At first he kept the pace slower, letting you adjust to him, though each thrust was forceful, just as you’d asked it to be. But gradually Ben sped up, hands still playing with your cheeks, sometimes grabbing and sometimes spanking them. He tried to say more about how hot it was to take you like that but his own breath was escaping him as the words seemed to be. So he let his body talk for him as he pounded your cunt and dug his fingers into your flesh. And then he pulled out. You were on the verge of asking him who the fuck he thought he was when he said, “one second. Just want to try something.” and then, remembering he was meant to be acting mean, added, “And you just want me to keep fucking you, so you’re not going to complain.” In a disgruntled daze you let Ben help you up onto the back of the couch so that one leg was bent to lean against the arm he’d just had you bent over and the other dangled towards the floor. It took a little more adjustment before Ben was happy. First pulling you back towards him and the corner of the couch, and then pressing you to lean forward so your hips were raised and he could better access your pussy. You had to grab onto the back of the couch for support, digging your fingertips into the leather as Ben resumed fucking you. The angle had changed a little and the position was slightly more awkward to maintain but it was worth it for the way your clit rubbed against the smooth leather, leaving a trail of wetness behind. Each thrust rocked your hips in such a way that you quickly found yourself getting close to release.

That, however, seemed to be Ben’s plan as he began telling you how good you were going to make him feel when he made you cum. “I know you’re close Kitten. So just cum. I want to feel your cunt on me when you do.” He lay another few spanks to your arse cheeks and that tipped you over into your orgasm. But Ben didn’t stop. “I th-think you can do bett-er than that,” he grit out as you clenched around him and he seemed to thrust twice as hard as he had before, “You were so,” You grunted as he plowed into you. “So desperate before. So you can cum better than that. Right kitten?” You nodded and gasped out a, “Yes” as your arms shook with how hard Ben was fucking you. But he didn’t relent. He kept going until he felt you tighten again and heard you moan, nearly sobbing as relief flooded your system. That seemed to be enough for Ben and he let himself go too, holding your hip tightly as he pressed deep into you.

Ben leaned his forehead against your back as he tried to regain his regular breathing rate and gave you a quick kiss there before he righted himself and helped you to dismount the couch. The evidence of your orgasms was still smeared across the leather but neither of you paid it any attention. “Sorry I never called you a slut or anything,” Ben said with a slightly self-conscious chuckle, avoiding your eye as he hitched his pants back into place. “I just like Kitten better.” “Don’t be,” you said mirroring his actions to looking at him, “Kitten worked perfectly. Also, that was really good. Maybe you could be rough and mean more often?” “The double orgasm was a pretty good indication that it worked for you,” “Of shut up, I was being serious. It was really hot.” “Yes but I like teasing you, remember,” “Prick.” “That hurts,” he said with a fake gasp and a hand against his chest, “Keep talking like that and I’ll have to spank you again,” “Ha ha, very funny. Tease me all you want but we both you enjoyed it as much as I did.” “Maybe I did.” he conceded, “but I wasn’t going to hate it when I was watching your arse.” “Alright, you perv. Was there any leftover noodles? Bit peckish now.” “Yeah, in the fridge. Grab me some too would you?”

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #does this make sense? who knows!#am i turned on from thinking about it? absolutely!#am i also literally about to fall asleep? yes!#its after midnight and this has been a long week!#g'night!!#platonically event

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javier-pena · 3 years

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Alright picture this--enemies to lovers with Javier. I am begging someone to write this 🔥

ok anon i need you to know that dani @javierpcna and i spent one and a half hours this morning discussing this because this is such a sexy idea, enemies to lovers is the perfect trope, especially with javi

anyway, here’s what dani and i came up with (mostly dani though, she really is the perfect writing partner, which you’ll see when you read this, her parts are the ones in italics, and they’re so good!!!!!! i kinda feel like i’m just the one delivering her words to), also this is NSFW/18+ for obvious reasons, since we both immediately went “omg hate fucking javi in his office”!!!

also everyone should follow dani’s writing blog, @danidrabbles, for more of her amazing writing!!!

it’s an inter-agency rivalry of course, javi works for the DEA, you work for the CIA, and you’re predestined to not like each other

you both think you're the one who's doing things the right way while the other is wrong, no matter what – javi says he has intel on the whereabouts of miguel rodriguez, you discredit his intel, you have a CI you trust, he discredits that CI, he claims to know which local police officers he can trust, you come up with evidence against them etc. … it’s like a competition between the two of you, you have to prove the other wrong

and that’s not even speaking of how your moral compass aligns differently than his, what you feel is the right thing to do and what he feels is the right thing to do are two different things, you use his involvement with los pepes against him, he finds your weakness and exploits that in turn

there are countless shouting matches between the two of you, and quiet discussions that are somehow even tenser, when he walks into a room you feel how your whole body go rigid, you cannot focus on anything else but him, and you tell yourself it’s because of your professional disagreements and not because there is something about him that holds a pull over you, you feel like you’re both the same kind of magnetic pole, repelling each other, yet being the exact same kind, and it’s so infuriating

there are days when all you can thing about is him and it’s so infuriating, you don’t know what’s the matter with you, and he’s definitely not worth spending so much time and energy on, but here you are at two in the morning, feeling anger rise at the memory of the smirk on his face when he proved you wrong in a meeting yesterday

but you can’t go on like this, the tension between the two of you is bound to break one way or another, so when javi finds out you’ve been conducting an investigation without clearing it with the DEA first and he orders you into his office, something snaps

and somehow you end up bent over his desk, rough hands pushing you down while he takes you from behind, you spitting out, "this doesn't-- fuck --doesn't mean anything, doesn't--" and javi's bites back, "shut up for once and just take. it."

when you don’t he clasps his hand over your mouth

at some point, there’s a sharp tug at your hair

and god it's so infuriating because you hate him but he feels so good

so you do it again, and this time it's the other way around, you fuck him, your hand is in his hair as you force him to look at you

he absolutely would hate how much he loves the way you decide for him, the pace with each roll of your hips, the hand in his hair, the other one framing his jaw, how much effort he has to put into not coming too soon

the way you would tease him ........... try to get him to beg .......... and of course he wouldn't because he's javi and when you're at work he does everything to show you he's in control but you feel so good taking him like this and he wants to praise you but he doesn't, instead he hides his feelings behind a, "come on, fuck me like you mean it"

finding himself hiding a smile at the way you'd grit your teeth, at the concentrated little frown appearing on your brow, cause he knows he's got you now

a "i'll show you how much i mean it," leaving your lips that sounded way more menacing in your head, and you're aware you're giving him exactly what he wants when you take him faster, harder; you're aware that you were supposed to hold the cards here, but dammit if his ridiculously perfect cock isn't hitting something so deep that you can practically feel him in your throat each time you drop your hips

and maybe you don't let him come to get back at him, knowing it'll lead to you doing this again, knowing he'll use it as an excuse to get back at you. and you want him to

and he would get back at you, he would fuck your mouth this time to make sure he comes and you don't, and this time he would praise you, but in a degrading kind of way, telling you how pretty you look with his cock down your throat, how you finally have to shut up, how he's gonna fill your pretty little mouth, and his hand is at the back of your head and he's holding you in place and you look up at him with big eyes and that makes him grit out a hoarse “fuck” and only go faster, and you gag and he only says, "don't pretend this isn't what you wanted" and it is what you wanted, you can't wait to taste him but you're not gonna tell him that, you just let him take whatever he wants

sneaking a hand between your thighs to relieve your swollen clit. it's risky, it's just a brush, and he notices immediately, pulling himself from your mouth, ordering you to put your hands behind your back. he would use that same degrading tone on you and swell with something close to pride when you immediately do as you're told, enjoying the way you're just taking it all before pushing himself back between your lips and thrusting into your mouth with a groan, fucking your throat until your nose presses into the curls at the base of him, until your eyes are wet, until spit dribbles down your chin, mixing with his release, gagging on it when he doesn't even warn you when he comes just to be mean, to watch you sputter

but then .................... he gets down on his knees and kisses you and it's the first time you kiss and it breaks something in you, more than any of the other things you've done, and suddenly you can't go back to when you didn't know what it felt like to have him glare at you from across the table in the conference room or you didn’t know the feeling of your gut twisting when he snaps at you or you didn’t know what it feels like to have his big hand close around your wrist in a vise-like grip to stop you from rushing off after a meeting because he's not done telling you how outdated your intel is or how much he disagrees with you on your strategy, and you certainly don't want to go back to a time before his fingers left marks on your hips from gripping you so hard you’d feel it for days or before you knew what it felt like to have him stretch you open or before you knew how deep and raspy his voice gets when he's close and how you want to hear it over and over again

it's the realization that the hate has blossomed into something that's perhaps even more dangerous. especially in your line of work. it's so much easier not to care. because if you care it means you have something to lose

and you wish you could go back to when it was just you and javi and trying to find a way to relieve the tension between you because now there is a new kind of tension that makes your heart ache

especially when you realize you're not the only one who felt that when you kissed. when the next time he fucks you he's taking things much slower, when his praise for you loses its teasing edge, when you come together instead of racing to the finish line to see who can beat who, who can cheat who, when he hugs you close in the aftermath and whispers sweet nothings into your skin

#javier peña x reader #javier peña x you #javier peña #agent peña x reader #agent peña x you #narcos fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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littlefreya · 4 years

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August’s NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Explicit Smut, graphic depictions of rough sex, daddy kink, creampies, bondage and mentions of bodily fluids and August being August.

** I give no permission to copy my work, translate it and repost it **

N/A: He’s dirty, he’s hot, he’ll fuck you till you drop (that doesn’t really rhyme). I got a request to do the NSFW Alphabet and the dudette abides! This was really fun, I think Walter is up next!

August Walker’s NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

August takes aftercare seriously. Being a rough Dom he doesn’t want his princess to slip into depression. A warm bubble bath is due, with him lathering your hair and massaging your aching limbs. He invests in buying luscious bath bombs and fancy props he gathers you’d enjoy. After the bath, he wraps you in a fresh towel and carries you to bed where he begins to take care of each part of your body he hurt. Small butterfly kisses crisp your supple skin, his moustache tickles lightly, lulling you into a deep slumber.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, August loves his cock and thinks it’s nature’s gift to women. When it comes to you, he’s obsessed with your ass, loves to grab it in public to assert ownership, he squeeze it firmly and grind his aching bulge at the cleft of your ass, always letting you know he is ready to go

He calls your ass a piece of heaven on earth and oh, of course, you’re going to feel a spank or two when he’s pounding into you from behind.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

A huge fan of creampies. He loves to come inside, he ain’t doing rubber so you better be strict with your birth controls. Nothing makes him sicker with pride than watching his thick cum drip down your wobbly legs. It can easily get him hard all over again and you blush with horror as you hear the camera’s click as he snaps a shot of your knees up and thighs spread open, showing your cunt full of his jizz.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You mean aside from the fact that he is an anarchist? Well, August might have a collection of homemade porn videos. He loves to tape himself having sex with random girls. Has a whole drawer of them. Loves to watch them every now and then to get himself off. Even after he began dating you he kept them and yes, he is trying to convince you into doing all sort of stuff for him on cam.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

August is basically the king. He fucked more women than he can remember. Lost his virginity with an older woman who taught him quite a lot.

He’s a Dom by nature, mastering different tricks and ever-exploring his darkest sexual fantasies. He definitely knows what he is doing and he has heaps of patience. It’s his greatest virtue, knowing how to torture you just enough till you’re practically begging him to fuck you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy-style. He has full access to spanking your ass and squeezing it hard enough to leave bruises. Loves to watch his thick cock entering your body while his hand fists your hair. He ruts into your body back and forth, tugging you back against him, preferably in front of the mirror, so he can look into your eyes.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Dead serious. If he smiles it’s definitely patronizing or sinister, to scare you and let you know he will always have the upper hand. He enjoys cooing at you while you’re a whimpering mess, making fun of how weak and desperate you are.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Fuck no, he ain’t trimming, he is all hair in general. Which is pretty rude considering he loves your pussy completely waxed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

On one hand, he is never going to say he loves you. not even if once in every full moon he’ll make love to you through a whole night till you’re both crashing into one another.

August is a man of actions and touch, and he’ll touch you in ways that make you feel completely stripped down to your soul while his eyes pierce deeply, letting you know you’re his baby.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

As a Dom he says you are not allowed to touch yourself without his permission and if you do and he catches you, you are in for some punishment. He’s going to tie you up and watch you as he masturbates in front of you, slow and languid, groaning your name and then coming all over your torso. His finger dips into his own cum, collecting the pearly drops and slipping it into your mouth.

He is a fan of mutual masturbation though, on facetime when he is gone on a mission, so always be ready for daddy’s call.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

One? This man is almost everything goes. His biggest kink is the purity one. His woman has to be “pure” and gentle, he gets off from the thought he is defiling you, unloading all his darkness into your sweet little cunny. Or maybe tonight he’ll just dress you in pink ribbons and enjaculate all over your face, just to mess you up. Among other kinks: Spanking, orgasm denial, knife play, bondage, choking, exhibition, size kink (loves it that you’re small, it makes him feel big and strong) praising and some really dirty words that he loves to whispers while deep inside you.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere you might get caught. Especially where you work, to make a statement, he doesn’t care if you’re loud, on the contrary, he might go extra hard on you. For some reason he fantasizes about fucking you in front of his boss quite often. This one time you nearly did, but he settled for fucking you over her desk, and left some bodily fluids all over that carpet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you’re being a brat, yes he loves his princess, but when you’re a little stubborn bitch that’s when the fun begins. You know he is going to punish you for that and when punishment time comes, he gets creative. One time you wouldn’t let him work so he tied you to a bed and pushed a toy inside you, he left in on for hours while he was working, controlling the power with a tiny remote while remaining indifferent to your screams.

Oh yeah, your screams, the second thing that makes him hard.

But generally speaking, he is so caught up with you that everything you do turns him on. He loves to ogle you when you’re just sitting by the window, reading a book or writing something. You’re his little angel.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s not into sharing. You’re his pure angel and no one is going to touch you but him. Doesn’t like stuff involving defecation/piss. He is grossed out by it.

Less into anal but willing to try if you’d be open for it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves to fuck your face, make you tear as you choke on his cock and come down your pretty little throat. He is also into eating you out. His moustache and those thick stubbles leave you red and raw and it’s that mixture of rough and the slow slithering of his tongue inside you that gives you the hardest orgasms. You’re half convinced he is keeping that stach for that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

August fucks your like a high paid pornstar; rough and fast but not without style, he’s dominating, knowing how to move inside you just right, slowing down to increase the depth and then picking up a harder rhyme where his balls slap against your pussy.

He does go slower sometimes but it’s still rough and forceful, leaving bruises all over your body. You love it...

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every now and then when he’s angry at the world, he uses you like a fucktoy. Coming home, he spins and bends you over the table. Not bothering with your clothes. Your panties are wrapped around your thighs and his hand is plasters your cheek to the wooden surface as he spits on his cocks and enters you with zero foreplay.

Your scream is his favorite music.

Being so angry, he doesn’t care if you come, but you do anyway. You always do.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

August is all about experimenting but he has the meticulousness of a special agent and a man who loves to be in control. Breathplay? Sure, he might even get you to blackout, he doesn’t mind, but he’ll take precautions to not cause any damage, same with knife play and bondage.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He lasts long, he is patient and taught himself to hold back because he gets off from making you weak. August can easily take an entire night to mess you up, to a point you’d beg him to stop. You’re sore, you can’t take it anymore. He leaves you feeble, boneless but always makes sure to give you proper aftercare.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a box of toys that he bought especially for you. As a part of very long foreplay he’d sometimes tie you up and begin stimulating and teasing you, fucking you with a vibrator while looking deep into your eyes and praising you.

You’re not allowed to touch the box without daddy’s permission but... can you help it when he’s gone all the time and you miss him?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Way too much. August loves to see you beg, he’ll take his time, bringing you to your knees, getting you close and denying your orgasm to the point of tears.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very loud, he doesn’t give a fuck who hears him, he is not ashamed and damn you love that voice he makes when he finally puts himself inside you. That guttural groan that just signifies how sweet you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Violence gets him hard. Whether it’s hand to hand combat or killing someone. It’s a bit embarrassing, but not for him, for his colleague, seeing him get all worked up after beating some guy to a pulp. If he’s on a mission, well, tough, he’ll have to call you and masturbate while seeing you pose for him. If you’re at the same country as he is, expect him to come home and unload that pant up aggression into you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

There is a reason why August is cocky and arrogant. He is not just BDE, he is huge and thick and he knows it. It hurts when he goes in, no matter how wet you are, but you live for that pain, it brings much pleasure.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extreme, he is a sexual person, he loves to touch, he loves to be desired and he loves to desire you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not right away, as rough as he is, he makes sure you are properly taken care of after an ordeal. Your aftercare always comes first.

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#Henry Cavill #August Walker #August Walker Fanfiction #Alphabet #Character Alphabet #Henry Cavill fanfiction #Henry Cavill x Reader #August Walker x Reader

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gavin-plz-call-me · 3 years

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Biho NSFW alphabet

I have basically no experience in writing nsfw content, so I thought writing a few alphabets might be a good way to get myself used to them.

NSFW below, obviously

AO3

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

-Biho always makes sure to help you clean up after sex.

-If you're really tired out, he'll help you up and lead you to the bathroom so you can pee (ALWAYS PEE AFTER SEX!!) and will help you wash up, either in the shower or just quickly with a washcloth

-If this is happening during the day, chances are he'll fall asleep after getting you all cleaned up, but if this is at night he'll cuddle up beside you and watch as you fall asleep.

-If you're okay with him altering your dreams, he'll even make sure you have a nice one once you finally fall asleep. B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-He's not particularly concerned with his own body, but the one thing he takes absolute pride in his hair. That may just be my love for his hair poking through, though...

-As for you, he loves every part of you, but his favorite part has got to be your lips.

-They're beautiful and kissable, even when they're chapped from your nasty lip biting habit.

-And, he constantly gets lost in the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

-He's a thigh man. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

-When you guys use a condom, he's not opposed to cumming inside you.

-But, if he pulls out, Biho is a polite boy and will probably try not to cum on you. If he does cum on you, he scrambles to clean it up right away.

-If you ask him to cum on you, though, he'll do it no problem, and he'll immensely enjoy doing so. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

-He wants to give you a wet dream but hasn't built up the courage to ask you if he can.

-He doesn't like messing with your dreams without your consent and giving you a sexual dream would definitely be crossing a line, but the thought of giving you that type of dream and watching you squirm in your sleep turns him on like nothing else.

-Maybe one day he'll ask you. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

-He may be the youngest of the four boys, but he's still 100 years old, so he's gotten around a bit.

-That being said, he's never been the type to go looking for hookups or anything so his sexual encounters have only included people he's had serious relationships with. F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

-Loves missionary just because he loves looking at you. He loves to see the faces you make and when you whisper in his ear while he's fucking you.

-If he's particularly tired, though, he's a slut for cowgirl/reverse cowgirl. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

-Generally, Biho is a very to-the-point guy, he doesn't joke around a lot, that's just not in his nature, and that doesn't change when the two of you are having sex. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

-He's not completely shaved, but he keeps it well groomed. He takes pride in his hair and that includes down there.

-Carpets match the drapes. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

-Sex with Biho is very intimate

-Even if it's just a spur of the moment thing, he will spoil you so much

-Please spoil him back. J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

-He's one horny Goblin I'd say, so he jerks off pretty frequently, maybe 4-5 times a week, give or take depending on how much you guys are having sex at the moment.

-Usually, he just uses his imagination, but if modern technology is good for anything, it's good for finding stuff to wank to.

-He loves a good slow-burn smut fic.

-Loves mutual masturbation as well on his lazier days. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

-As mentioned in D, he loves the thought of giving you a dirty dream and watching you squirm around.

-And he's not one to shy away from public sex. Despite that, you usually do it somewhere where you're pretty unlikely to get caught because that would be pretty mortifying for the both of you.

-Other than that, he's pretty vanilla. L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

-Just in bed is usually what he usually prefers.

-But, and this may be a bit controversial, he's a hoe for sex on the beach and not just the cocktail

-You wanna get fucked harder than you've ever been fucked before? Take him to the beach at night and that goblin will turn into a sex monster.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

-You! You! You!

-Basically, anything you do will get him going.

-One way to really get him going, though, is to read a dirty book around him. Like one of those cheesy paperback romance novels with photos of shirtless men on the cover.

-Might even get a bit jealous of the book, because he can write so much better, yet you're reading that?

-Read the book together, and things will get steamy quick. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

-He does not want to hurt you, the most pain you'll get out of him is the smack of his hips against yours when he's fucking you particularly hard, or a gentle pull of your hair when you're giving him that good sloppy toppy.

-Any type of BDSM type stuff, especially sex where you might say no when you really mean yes is not happening with Biho.

-He's hard-wired to stop when he can tell his partner doesn't like what's happening and there's no changing that. If you said no or stop in a sexy, oh keep going kinda way, he wouldn't understand and would stop immediately. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

-Speaking of sloppy toppy, he loves receiving, he loves your lips after all.

-That being said, he gives as much as he receives, and goddamn is he good with his mouth. P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

-Depends on how awake he is, and really what you want.

-You're most likely to get pounded at night.

-And morning sex with Biho is slow and sensual.

-If you beg him to go faster, though, it doesn't matter how tired he is, he'll do it. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

-Will have them occasionally but he prefers longer sessions.

-Is always a bit worried that you won't have enough time to cum during a quickie, but you never worry. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

-He's okay with a little risk of getting caught, especially when that includes getting intimate on the beach.

-And he might try out some kinkier acts if you want him to, but since he doesn't want to hurt you he won't go too far. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

-Again, this depends on how awake he is. Is he tired? He can go for a round of slower sex.

-Is he wide awake? A couple rounds are in your future! T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

-If you want to use toys during sex, he is more than happy to oblige, they especially help on those days where you wanna get frisky during the day and he just doesn't have the strength to do so well enough.

-Has never owned a toy for his own use, but has always considered getting a fleshlight, but his hand does the job well enough, so he doesn't have the motivation to actually go out and buy one. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

-Not a tease at all.

-He's a straightforward guy, if he knows you want sex, and he's in the mood, he doesn't want to make you work for it, he'll just give it to you. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

-He'll definitely moan and groan, but he's not a big dirty talker.

-Whimpers when you give him head. W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

-Writes smut on occasion, and he makes himself extremely horny while doing so.

-Would love to have you read it one day, and maybe even recreate the scenes together... X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

-He's a bit above average in length, but nothing too crazy.

-He's uncut

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

-Let's just say, when it comes to his sex drive, Hansol isn't too far off always calling him a kid.

-He's basically a teenager in goblin years, so he's always a bit horny.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

-It depends on when you're doing it.

-If you had morning sex, he's out like a light in a matter of seconds.

-If it was at night, however, he will cuddle you, rubbing circles across your skin, and basking in comfortable silence for hours. Or until you fall asleep, whichever comes first.

#wannabe challenge #wannabe challenge headcanons #wannabe challenge headcanon #wannabe challenge biho #wannabe challenge fic #wannabe challenge fanfic #wannabe challenge fanfiction #com2us

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Dabi NSFW Alphabet

Sexual content ahead! :D please don’t read if it makes you at all uncomfortable and you are not over 18+ thank you!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He’s a sadistic fuck, and if you need something, he won’t be a gentlemen about it. “Go get it yourself. You’ve got legs.” Even if your legs are feeling like jelly from the harsh fucking he’d just done on you, he still won’t go get it for you. Then when you get back... “Hey, think you could get me some water too?” At that point you’ll throw the water you got for yourself at his face, grab your underwear and lock yourself in the shower. When you come out there’s usually a water bottle waiting for you. He just likes seeing you angry.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) since his skin is burnt up, he doesn’t find himself attractive, and has been called a freak and ugly multiple times. He likes his hands. His hands are where his flames come from and even if he thinks he’s weak, he knows his flames are very powerful. He likes your smile. Cheesy i know. In his dark world your smile brightens up everything, and gives him strength to keep pushing harder. You also support his dream, and when you smile. He knows you’re always by his side even when you aren’t physically.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) He likes to spread his cum all over you, and cum in your mouth. He likes to look down on you while you’re on your knees in front of him and praise you. “Awe would you look at that? The princess is dirty. This look suits you better.” And when he cums on your back or your stomach, he’ll spread it around with your hand and heat up his hand s little to make you squirm at the feeling of his cum and the heat.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’s sadistic, and his dirty secret is that he wants to burn you. He wants to hold your hips and permanently mark your body with his hands. When he sees you naked, and then looks down at the scarred hand prints on your hips, it’ll make his chest full with pride. It’ll also make a grin spread across his face. “Looks good. Soon enough we’ll match.” Thats a very romantic coming from Dabi.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He’s a villain, and because of his scars he runs off everyone. Nobody thinks he’s attractive. But he’s had at minimum one or two experiences, so he’s not a god, but he knows what he’s doing. There’s no scaring on his love parts. That’s a plus. Meeting you though, he’s gotten to unleash his wild side.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) doggy. Definitely. He will grab your hips with one hand and brutally slam into you while his other hand is around your neck, squeezing it tightly while you beg and choke on your saliva and moans. He’s also a fan of seeing you on top. Laying on his back with his arms behind his head watching you use him to pleasure yourself. It really gets him off.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) seriously. Never goofy. The thing he does is tease you, mock you, and degrade you, even though he doesn’t mean any of it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) He keeps it very well shaved. You never see any stubble ever, it’s almost like he shaves it everyday. His hair colors black right? So why would there be any reason to constantly shave... unless? It’s naturally red and doesn’t want you to know it? :o

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) he’s a villain, and is not used to being a nice guy. Dating you has made him yearn more for intimacy, but he’s still not affectionate during sex. If he’s upset he’ll be more rough and demanding. If he’s in a good mood he’ll occasionally kiss your shoulders and your hands. Always during sex though, he’ll make out heavily with you. Whether it’s angry or loving.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He has other things to focus on rather than sex. He’s usually only ever turned on if you’re there with him doing something lewd, or bending over for him to get a sexy view of your ass. If he does get horny, he’ll tease you after he’s finished. By sending you a text and a teasing picture of his softening cock in is hand with cum spread on his rough hands. “You’re not doing your job. I might have to fire you. Literally.” Of course this is a joke just to get under your skin.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Fireplay, Master/Slave, sadist, smacking you (not in an abusive way like spanking, etc.) and likes risk. He’s also not opposed to exhibitionism. If he’s horny and you’re casually talking to Toga or Twice or having a drink with Shigaraki, he will shamelessly pull your pants down and start right there. He wants to use his flames and touch you all over until you’re crying that it hurts and begging him to stop. He likes hurting you, but knows when you’re extremely serious or when you’re just in the moment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) anywhere. He doesn’t care. Unless it’s somewhere extremely public with like civilians where they can see and recognize him. He’s a villain after all. People know his face. He doesn’t wanna go to jail for having sex with you in public. He’d rather go to jail for doing a sinister crime. You always help him with getting away though. Sure you’re a good person and not a villain, but you still love the man. You understand his will to follow stains ideology. You agree. Just not with the killing part. He also likes to do it in the bedroom and especially in the bath. Feeling warm water on his scarred skin relaxes him.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) your ass gets him going, and your waist. He loves dropping things on purpose and watching you bend over to pick it up. He gets especially hard when you’re wearing a skirt and he can see your panties. Another turn on is when you’re wearing a dress or skirt with no panties on underneath. It gets him angry when you’re out in public like that, but then he punishes you and makes you leave it on. Eventually, he’ll burn the skirt off.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) daddy kink, he has a bad experience with his father so he doesn’t want to be reminded. Threesomes. He’s a bit possessive over you. You’re probably the only good thing in his life and the only person who’s ever stood beside him through every fucked up thing he did. If you did have a threesome, he would have to kill whoever touched you. He’d also be one of those people to get very irritated hearing about your exes and want to kill them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) receiving. Like I said before, Dabi is very sadistic and likes to face fuck you. You have to learn how to not have a gag reflex when you decide to engage sexually with the villain. He’ll occasionally give it to you. He’s really good at it, but feels you won’t enjoy it due to his scarred skin. However, you love feeling those staples near his mouth just rub against you giving you a cool sensation. Never gets old.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) He’s always fast and rough, unless he wants to tease you and make you beg for it. Then he’ll be slow, but harsher than before. Expect your thighs or ass to be red and flushed when he’s done. Sometimes when he’s upset he’ll just ignore foreplay and fuck you as hard as he can to rid himself of his angry thoughts. When you’re upset he’ll try to take things a bit slower, giving you kisses and praising you, which is a bit rare.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) not opposed to them. But doesn’t do it often. You’re usually away at work while he’s doing villainous stuff, and at night is when you both really get frisky. If you’re about to go to work and he breaks into your house (he has a key) he’ll push you against the wall after you’re already dressed, groomed, and clean. Afterwards, he’ll leave and say thanks, then demand you come see him later. You’re always late to work when that happens.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) he’s willing to try things at least once. As long as you’re ok with it. He’s gonna tell you what he’s thinking about first and if you’re seriously opposed to it, he won’t, but if there’s a slight on the rail chance, he’ll try and manipulate you to do it. The sex is still always amazing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) probably two or three. He lasts a long time. Usually you’ll have came about two or three times before he even cums once. He degrades you about how you don’t make him cum quickly and that you’re too slow. “Better catch up if you wanna keep rollin’ with me, sweetheart.” He mock you, but he loves you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) will never let you use any on him. He’d turn whatever it was to ash before it happened. He’s bought toys for you. Sometimes when you go out together to the mall and he’s wearing his big baggy jacket and some glasses to hide his face, he’ll sneakily slide his hands in your pants or up your skirt and slip a vibrator inside and turn it on. It’s his favorite thing to do to make you angry and frustrated.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) he loves to tease you. If you’ve done something to especially piss him off, sometimes he’ll sneak into your house, or visit you at work looking shady as fuck and over stimulate you until you’re right on the edge of cumming. Then he’ll leave. He passively teases you a lot. “I’m so sore from work... ugh.” “I know something that’ll make you even sorer. Then you won’t be bitching about work and only focusing on me.” He gets jealous.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) very quiet, but will tease you by moaning and whispering your name in your ear while he fucks you. He grunts and pants a lot, groaning occasionally and making a sly comment on you tightening around him. “Oh, isn’t that something? You’re tightening around me. Are you getting close, sweetheart?” Something that really gets him moaning is when you roughly kiss his scarred skin where his staples are. He’s a little sensitive there and gets embarrassed when you tell him he’s beautiful. He won’t believe you, but do it anyways.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) likes to buy you clothes. And by buy. I mean steal. Sometimes he rips your panties and you mourn the loss of one of your favorite pairs of panties. You’d think he would steal only sexy underwear. But he mainly tried to get stuff you’re going to be comfortable in. And when you’re about to do it, and he’s taking off your panties and he notices it’s the ones he got you, he’ll feel happy, and won’t rip or burn that pair off. He also likes to get you nice work clothes and jewelry. That way when people see the new outfits you can brag about it and tell them your boyfriend “bought” it for you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) He’s pretty big. He’s above average and has girth to him. Sure he hasn’t had a whole lot of experience, but god, sex with him made you feel a certain way. If he ever cums inside you and you stand up afterwards, it’s all coming out, he stretches you perfectly. There’s also no scars or piercings down there.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) this dude has a very naughty mind when it comes to you. He has a very high sex drive for you. He’s never been interested in sex. He usually had more important things to do. Like committing crimes, taunting heroes, and carrying out orders from Shigaraki as the commander of an elite team of villains.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) he doesn’t get a lot of sleep, but usually after sex he gets pretty tired. He’ll be laying with you in bed both completely naked under the covers. Your head will be on his chest and he’ll have his arm around you on his back. He’ll nod off and try to stay awake, but eventually he’ll be out like a light. It’s always funny watching him try to stay awake and then falling asleep with his head lulling to the side with his lips parted. It’s very cute.

#my hero headcanons #dabi smut #my hero academia #mha dabi #dabi headcanons #bnha dabi

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laws-yellow-submarine · 5 years

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Hiiii! Can you please do the NSFW A-Z for Zoro? 💕

Hello! Thanks for waiting so patiently for this, I’ve been working on it in between shifts and breaks and all that haha much easier to do the whole thing if you do it in chunks rather than all at once! I hope you enjoy!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Considering that he falls asleep pretty much instantly, he’s not too good about aftercare; he’s absolutely down for cuddles though, and will likely even seek his partner out in his sleep.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On his partner: He’s an ass man, he just really loves touching/grabbing/squeezing/whatever-ing his partner’s butt.

On himself: So this’ll be hard to explain, but Zoro doesn’t really have a favorite part of his own body. Not because he’s unhappy with how he looks or anything to do with that, after all he puts a lot of work into keeping his body strong and in shape; but it’s all a vessel for his dream of being the World’s Greatest Swordsman. The closest thing you could come to for an answer would be his muscles, but that’s only because they’re the physical embodiment of what he can do as a fighter. He doesn’t attribute any emotion to his physical form, it’s all just hardware.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Considering how grossly filthy Zoro is at pretty much any given time, he has zero qualms about getting cum everywhere. Please spray him with a hose (honestly just spray him with a hose even without the sex, the man only bathes once a week, and that's a crime)

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Zoro actually really likes getting pegged (when he's with a woman), and when he's with a male partner he actually tends to bottom. It's not something he's ashamed of, per se, but it's not something most would think when they look at him, so it can be a bit of a surprise

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Zoro has zero experience, but once he finds someone he wants to be with he's ready and willing to learn the ropes. He approaches it just as earnestly as his regular training (though with a few more blushes of course). He mostly just needs to be guided through at first; his instincts are pretty sharp, and they’ll kick in pretty easily.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He's fine either being on top or bottom, but his favorite positions are ones that let his partner grip him to the point of scratching him. Feeling their nails dig into his skin is a pretty big turn on and just gets him going even more than he already was. He's also a fan of sex while standing up, and he can easily hold up his partner's body while he's slamming into them.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's unintentionally goofy, as in he's totally serious about everything he says and does, but the things he's saying and doing are so ridiculously silly that the whole thing ends up being hilarious. As he gets more comfortable having sex, he'll stop getting so embarrassed when his partner starts giggling at his antics, and he'll even be silly on purpose.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

It's a mess down there, and to be honest he can't be bothered to trim it. Maybe if he's asked really nicely (aka threatened) he'll do something about it, but otherwise it's staying a mess.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Zoro is just downright affectionate during sex. Even if it's super kinky sex, he's finding every opportunity he can to kiss his partner, whether it be on the mouth, back, shoulder, stomach, or just wherever he can reach; he just wants them as close as possible. He's so intense about it.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he's not interested in anyone in particular, he can go quite a while without masturbating; he even considers it a form of discipline training (how long can I deal with the fact that I'm horny right now, and can I hold off long enough for it to just go away?). It can become harder to keep his focus when he is interested in someone, but either way he's no stranger to masturbation. As long as he's alone and no one can hear him, he's fine.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Zoro's down to try anything once, but the one thing he knows for sure he likes (after trying it) is anal, both giving and receiving. Also impact play (on himself, though if his partner's into it he's up for that as well)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere he knows he won't be walked in on; he's really got no particular preference on location. He'll try to stick to comfortable places (like a couch or a bed) whenever possible for his partner's sake, but comfort isn't an issue for him as long as it's private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on the most when his adrenaline is high; so after working out, after a battle, things like that. His blood's already pumping, and then afterwards he can settle down for a nap. Win-win!

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won't do public sex; not because he's embarrassed about his performance or anything like that (after all, it's one more thing he can lord over a certain cook), but he's a private person. Others don't need to see how he acts with his partner in their intimate moments, and nobody except him gets to see his partner in that situation.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Zoro loves receiving, he goes just absolutely wild for it; but he definitely gives as good as he gets. The man can hold a whole ass sword in his jaw, and can even hold a clear conversation while doing so! He can go for a long time without his jaw getting tired, and he’s...dextrous? Shall we say? He also can absolutely talk to his partner while he’s going down on them, which the first time he did that was definitely a shock, but after that he occasionally just...says something (about the weather for instance), just to be silly. What a dork.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is the definition of "fast and rough", he's relentless. But, there's passion in what he does, and that's its own kind of sensuality. He can go slower if his partner would like, but he has to physically slow himself down as it's not his default setting

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Zoro has no problem with quickies. If it's a matter of "we have about 5 minutes before someone walks in here but we're both horny", that seems like an easy decision for him. He does still prefer to take his time with his partner though, so he might find them again later, time permitting. It's also going to be very rough, and may leave his partner a tad sore for a while afterwards.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

As long as the risk isn't "let's see if we can fuck without getting caught" he's fine, and even then it's mostly that he doesn't wanna be caught with his pants around his ankles in an emergency. But honestly, this is Zoro; what's life without a little risk?

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zoro has ridiculous amounts of stamina. Sex can end up lasting a pretty long time with him, so hydrate well before and after. It'll lead to some nice sleep afterwards, though.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own toys, but if his partner has them he's more than happy to try using them. It's all part of the learning/training process for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Zoro would like to tease, and he gives it a fair shot, but he usually can't hold himself back for very long to really make it worth it. He just wants to taste and feel every inch of his partner's body, and he loves the sounds they make when he's pleasuring them.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If/When he’s being teased, or just during foreplay when his partner is touching him or blowing him or grinding on him or whatever they may be doing, Zoro downright whimpers. He’s trying so hard to remain in control of himself, but when he feels good it’s harder and harder for him to remain disciplined, and those little sounds just slip out of him (especially pre-timeskip, before he’s had further training with Mihawk; he’s much less self-controlled then). He’s pretty embarrassed by it though, so don’t tease him about it (but feel free to continue teasing him in other ways hehehe). Otherwise he's pretty loud anyway, but not much for words; it's just a bunch of noisy grunts and caveman noises. He's so noisy!

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Surprising probably no one, Zoro is a bit of a masochist! Nothing too crazy, but the slight sting of pain during foreplay and sex is a huge turn on for him, and drives him absolutely wild. It's part of why battle gets him worked up.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His penis is pretty average in length and girth, with a slight curve to the left.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's pretty good at staving off the urges, but his sex drive is remarkably high. He's honestly always DTF, so long as circumstances permit it.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He passes right out, sorry. He’s just exerted a lot of energy and stamina, no different than when he trains and works out, and he celebrates by taking a nice nap. He’ll be up again soon though, he never sleeps for very long.

#roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro headcanons #not safe #one piece #one piece headcanons #thanks for the ask!#anon asks #and with this we complete the trifecta of 'One Piece Boys I'd Smash If Given The Chance' lmfao #more soft/bottom Zoro please...

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alias-b · 4 years

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sins of my youth. 001

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey!!! I'm definitely not giving up on LFTM, I've had this story whirling around my brain and it's been pulling at me for a while. Hoping I can slow down, care for myself, and juggle both fics at my own pace. Thank you guys for reading and for being so supportive. I hope everyone who enjoyed WTL also enjoys this fic, it's a totally different direction. I'm excited to share it! I'll tag warning in each chp like I always too. TW: Light bullying, hints at an inappropriate relationship between a teacher/student, and teenage jerks.

Chapter 1: Fast Times

A blaring bell trilled. Lunch time. So close and yet so far. Scrambling high schoolers like zoo animals clamored into the cafeteria. Knocking shoulders and bouncing around. No one really cared about knowledge today, the last day of school before winter break began.

1984. Coming to a close.

“Evie!” A hand rose to wave. One pink scrunchie around the elegant wrist. Heather Holloway. Cute as a button smiling there. Hands pulled headphones down to acknowledge her. Evangeline Fenny. Best friends since the sandbox and now seniors. “This stupid day is dragging.”

“It’s killing me.” Evie whined to herself, settling her beat up lunchbox on the table. Red and blue pattern, scribbled all over with song lyrics in black marker. “Mrs. Stockard fell asleep at her desk, I wanted to die.”

“She snores so loudly.” Heather sparkled when she laughed, sweeping her hair back into a high ponytail with her scrunchie. Evie held a mirror up for her to see out of habit. “Thanks.” It was particularly louder than usual. Teens pregaming the parties to come over the two week vacation.

“Going skiing with the folks this year?”

“No, they’re going up to the cabin and I’m staying home after Christmas.” Heather unpacked her lunch, carefully organizing it. Evie pulled a regular PB and J out, amused.

“Sushi?”

“My mom’s going through a phase.” Heather poured herself a bit of soy sauce and plucked up chopsticks.

“Your rich is showing, Heath.” Evie giggled when a foot kicked at her under the table.

“Trade you a piece for half the pear.”

“Deal.” They switched. Evie tucked some unruly dark curls aside, sitting back.

“So...there is a party tonight. Loch Nora. Bunch of schools.”

“Which ones?” Evie’s brow rose.

“Ridgemont will probably crash, but who cares. It’s winter break, we’ll go and have some fun then crash at my place. Eat chips, make fun of them, and pass out like we always do.” Heather bounced a little. “C’mon, Evie. I’ll pick you up and we can walk from my house.”

“I’ll think about it.” That meant yes to Heather. She grinned, reaching across to pat her friend’s arm playfully.

“It’ll be fun.”

Evie just whined and crunched on her pear, brows scrunching. Parties weren’t the same since the incident. But, she picked the popular, social butterfly for her closest friend.

The two couldn’t have been any more different.

Heather Holloway. Rich girl from Loch Nora befriending Evangeline Fenny, a Cherry Lane girl, in preschool. They switched beaded hair ties and the rest was history. Bonded over music and fashion. Heather was classically stunning as if she jumped off a magazine.

Students used to make snide comments. That Heather kept Evie around because she made her look prettier. Sweet Heather shut that down. Loudly. Whenever the subject came up. Evie Fenny was a bigger girl. Plush. Fat. It wasn’t a dirty word. She was a strange and pretty teen who carried herself too high to be bothered with comments.

Water off a duck’s back was the saying.

Used to be she hid herself under big sweaters, tunics, and flared jeans. But, that was before the incident. Afterward, she came to school with a new haircut. Louder makeup. Even louder, fitted clothing. Flaunted the hourglass and caught eyes on her hips swaying. Sat next to Heather at lunch as if nothing had changed. Red glossed lips only smiled and the student body took to her. Those who stayed angry burned alone.

Thick skin, no pun intended.

“If that asshole Tannen shows up, I’m dipping.” Evie decided with one breath.

“I’d say that I’ll protect you, but you made your point last year.”

Ah, the incident.

“I’m never going to live that down.”

“It was legendary.” Heather beamed, crushing her fist into her opposite palm. “Bam. Prick went down. My friend is Wonder Woman. Super Bitch.”

Evie broke to laugh, eyes rolling.

“Truthfully, I don’t recall it all.”

That was a lie, she remembered every second of it. Sometimes her knuckles warmed at the thought.

“I just...didn’t think you had moves like that. Your mom is basically Dolly Parton. You don’t even like violence. You squirm during horror flicks. You love your cat, your guitar, and all plant life...and you beat the hell out of Ridgemont’s golden boy asshole quarterback.”

It did earn Evie some Hawkins’ fame. Ridgemont was their main rival. The Bulldogs. Football players found a soft spot for the teen.

“Don’t tell my mom she’s Dolly Parton, that’ll go straight to her head.” Evie joked, popping her water bottle open to drink. Heather’s big eyes lifted behind her.

A flood of cologne wafted before two fingers tugged a curl. Little harder than they should have. Water choked to spill onto Evie’s chest.

“Whoops, you got all wet, Fenny.” A tongue clicked. Billy Hargrove slid around the table. All his glory. Heather plucked up a napkin to offer it.

“Watch it, Hargrove.” She huffed down at herself. The yellow tee tucked into her jeans was soaked through.

“Girls can’t help it around me, I guess.” He had one hand in his pockets and another cradling his silver lighter. Flicking it open and closed. Eyes narrowed. “Polka dots, huh. I had you figured for florals.”

“You’re an asshole.” She covered her damp shirt and bra with her striped cardigan. Thick fall colors warmed her skin. Noted the fact that he'd thought about it.

“Whatever you say, Ivy.”

Billy knew her name. They were neighbors. Unfortunately. Right down to sharing the same space between their bedroom windows. She’d had dinner at their house. Susan Hargrove was new and eager to make some friends and Ms. Fenny was eager to be friends with everyone. Perfect match.

Evie glared up at him. Fucking Adonis.

“Heather, you going tonight?” He ignored his neighbor and leaned over with one palm on the table, back to Evie as he sat down to flash that darling smile.

“Maybe.” Heather gestured with her chopsticks.

“I can work with maybe.” He acted like the girl behind him wasn’t there. Frankly, Evie was used to being invisible. It was better than being bullied. Most days. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe you apologize to my friend and say her name right.” Heather winked at him.

“Who?” Billy stood and turned, mocked some surprise. “Oh. Evangeline. So quiet, I forgot you, chica.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a jab at her mixed heritage or him just being a smartass. Billy rolled her name off his tongue like it was a joke. Like it wasn’t a real word. Blue eyes alight at her stony expression. Sly and alert.

The California transfer vibrated after leaving the basketball team before the season ended. Word was that he was persuaded to leave after some fight with Steve Harrington. Billy was a strange one too.

Often, he seemed lax when he was alone like the world didn’t matter. Other days, he was rocking and quick on his feet. Hungry and itching for something. Anything. It was a scary look on such a pretty boy. You could never gauge where his mind was. Where it would go next.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out again even slower. “Your mom lose a bet?”

“It’s a poem.” She replied flatly, sitting back to cock her head at him. Billy snapped his fingers to point.

“Sounds like the name of some chick whose man died in her arms.”

She huffed at him, leaning in.

“...That would be what the poem is about.”

“Fucking depressing.” Billy tapped his chin. “I got it. I’m going to call you, Angel. I won’t forget that.”

“You are not calling me-”

“Trying to compromise with you, Fenny. You cast the first stone.” Billy flicked his eyes to Heather. “Bring your friend with you to the party, Heather. Some guys like angel cake.” He winked and slunk off to his band of merry assholes. This school worshiped him. Kissed the ground he walked on since he started in fall.

“What a fucking slimeball.” Evie grumbled to herself, stuffing trash aside to ball it up. Thought about tossing it at Billy's big head. Heather gave this conflicted look as if to say, but he’s cute, right?

“Ignore him.”

“Bad enough his family moved in next to me.” They packed up their lunches. “God, I want a smoke so bad.”

She didn’t keep the habit up just to save her singing voice. Her mom picked up cigarettes only after the divorce last year. Smoked out her window and hid it, but Evie knew. No judgment there. Better than other habits moms pick up after divorces.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight?” Heather walked out with her after the bell rang.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in fifth.” Evie turned to go to her locker and stuffed the lunchbox away. Grabbed a book to hurry to class. History. Three more periods left. Students fidgeted around her.

“Hey, Evie.” Steve Harrington batted his eyes at her. Friendly enough these days after he left the popular cliche and broke up with Nancy Wheeler. Sometimes having your heart stopped on made you nicer. Not always. “You, ah, do the paper?”

“All six pages.” Evie set it on her desk. “You?”

“I made an attempt.” It was strange because Steve never gave her the time of day before this year. Maybe the guy was lonely. He tapped his pencil and the chatter quieted when their teacher walked in. Late as always.

“Class, pass your papers to the front.”

“Hopefully they don’t come back with red wine stains.” Robin mumbled behind her, one leg crossed up so she could draw on the rubber side of her sneakers. Evie caught a snort, taking the papers to pass them along. “I like the jacket.”

“Thanks. New haircut?”

“My own dad didn’t notice.” Robin beamed.

“Psst, Evie.” A note flicked on her desk. Tammy Thompson. Pretty girl, kind of shy. “To Steve.”

Evie considered herself a professional middle man for lovesick note passing. Discreetly, she gave it to Steve, head cocking. He furrowed his brow upon seeing it, but wrote back.

Whatever the reply, it made Tammy’s shoulders fall.

AP Biology was next. Teacher treated it like his kingdom and didn’t pose much of a challenge because he was disorganized as hell. Evie was relieved to share the class with Heather.

Billy, Tommy, and Carol also had it too. Hargrove bitched for a week about how the other science classes had no openings. Strange because he wasn’t an idiot. Still got his work in and maintained a B average. Probably due to his dad. Neil Hargrove seemed like a real hardass. And all of Cherry Lane had heard him and Billy arguing at some point.

Evie might have also witnessed some more physical spats through the windows.

She figured it was why Billy hated her. She knew something about him. Something he hid because it made him feel smaller. He caught her eyes once and barked nastily before taking off in his Camaro. A gust of smoke.

She never brought it up.

Dads could be real assholes.

“Watch the movie. Fill out the worksheet.” Their teacher was as ready for this day to be over as the students were. Lights went down. Yawns followed. Evie propped her elbow up on the high lab table she shared with Heather, doodling new lyrics between answering questions.

A crumpled paper hit her hair. Stuck into brown curls. Heather turned back to glare at Tommy shrugging with a sleazy grin.

He was no artist. Evie smoothed it for a wide, big lipped and breasted caricature of herself. She drew on it and scribbled a note back. Smiling sweeter when she flicked it at his chest. Carol and Billy leaned in on either side to see Tommy’s expression sour because Evie gave him nothing.

“You got my hair all wrong.” She’d written. Fixing it for him.

Billy snorted and turned back to defacing his textbook.

“Bitch.” Tommy muttered to himself, tossing it away. Evie finished her sheet, dug for her compact to reapply a lip color. Caught Billy behind her. Intent on whatever vulgar drawing his mind was concocting. Blue eyes flicked like he’d been aware of her this entire time.

The mirror snapped shut.

** ** **

Study hall. Last period of the day. Most kids who had it were skipping out early during the hour. Slipping away one by one through the library. Evie was one of those kids.

“Leaving so soon, Miss Fenny?” The smooth as silk voice lowered, startled her enough to drop her notebooks and folders.

“Fr...Mr. Bowers.” Evie dropped before her English teacher standing so close to her. Second period. Been in Hawkins three years teaching the junior and senior classes. Fredrick Bowers. Dream of a man to all the teen girls. “Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip, eyes lifting to see him and his shadow blocking the light from touching her.

“No, I’m sorry, Evie. I figured you’d heard me coming.” Sky blue eyes centered on Evie there before he came to one knee. Helped her gather lose papers strewn about.

Mr. Bowers had a name and face all the teen girls drew little hearts around in pink gel pen.

Evie thought she saw those same cartoon hearts bubbling up behind his back. Popping like gum. Styled toffee blond locks, trimmed mustache, and groomed side burns. A simple patterned shirt tucked into fitted slacks with the sleeves rolled up. Never a tie. Something groovy about him that stuck from the seventies. Mid thirties and hell of a smile.

Evie tucked hair aside, displayed her blush in full view obscenely when he flashed those sparkly whites at her. Eyes crinkling.

“I’ll warn you next time.”

Her heart plucked like a song when their fingers brushed. Dashing and broad. A Jane Austen character come to life. Enough to make any young girl melt. And how quickly she did.

“Next time.” Evie gave this scoff. Pulling her notes close as they both came to their feet with hard intent eyes.

"I wanted to give you something. A book to read over the break." He pulled it from his leather messenger bag and peered around.

"An assignment?" Evie sparkled at him so he was lighter.

"No, it's just because I believe you're so clever and mature. I think you'll read it with an open mind and we can talk about it like we talked about all the others. It's complicated material. I, ah, really shouldn't be giving you this book." He offered it. "But, there were quite a few I wasn't allowed to give you. After that chat we had over The Crucible. I'm just so fascinated by what you think."

"Lolita. I know what happens in this one." Evie peered at the battered title. Rough paper between her fingers, it was clearly an old copy. She peered at his chest instead of his eyes. "We-"

"Don't you miss talking? You know. Last year. Someone who knows what you're going through. I want all my students to be comfortable around me."

"I am comfortable, we..." Evie glanced as someone passed far down the hallway.

Bowers helped her after her dad left. A shoulder. A confidant. A crush that... She felt her heart close in on itself.

"I thought you said we couldn't anymore."

"I miss you." He whispered that. Lush and blunt. She barely heard it. Eyes snapped up.

Someone missed her. Someone wanted to listen. Someone who saw her depth.

His wife left him before he came to Hawkins. Evie learned a great deal about her too.

"I won't tell, I never do." She hid it away into her bag, matched his tone. "We can...talk. Not here."

"Good." He swallowed. "I just think you blossom under guidance and support. I always knew you were one of those girls."

Evie blushed again. Eyes on her shoes.

“I wanted to say I was impressed with your paper as well. As always.” Fredrick gave her arm a pat and left his hand there. Fingers pressed into the knit fabric of her cardigan. His lip twitched.

“Good. That’s…I’m glad.” Evie’s eyes flickered over stormy blue ones, swaying. Lashes gave a dreamy bat. “I was thinking, ah, about you when I wrote it.”

“Really, you should speak up in class more.” Fredrick gave her one subtle squeeze and dropped his hand. “All those funny poems you shared last year.”

“My songs.” Evie corrected softer and he only smiled to nod.

“Right.” An idle step backwards before he leaned over her. A great deal taller. The shadow crept over her eyes this time. “You have a Merry Christmas, dear. And speak up again in class, Evie. You know I love to hear from you.”

A sensation like a fizzling sparkler glowed in her belly. Out her spine. Spread over skin.

“I know.” She giggled at him, peering around. “Merry Christmas, Mr. B. We'll talk.”

“Small town, I’m sure I’ll see you out and about.” A wink and he was gliding off. Shoulders back and chest perched high.

“You might.” Evie swooned against her locker. Watched him go. Gasped a breath into her lungs. Swept all the clouds aside to fill her backpack with work. He made her feel so special, like no one ever could.

“Anyone...” She sang to herself, “who knows what love is...” Fingers plucked up a final book. Evie hummed and thought of small cartoon blue birds spinning around her head as she went into the restroom. Washed her hands and lingered to see her reflection.

Evie was in a strange place. In and out of her skin. Torn between love and hate for her body.

Usually, it just took a brave face. Her dad always used to tilt her chin and tell her to put on her bravest face before leaving home.

She hoped the one she chose was convincing.

Her mom would always spin her favorite Bible or Dolly Parton quotes. Which helped on occasion even if she wasn’t sure which source the words came from half the time.

A sigh. This was her flesh. She’d live in it as best she could. Dreamed herself into something better.

Footsteps hurried down the hallway until the door shoved open. Humming cut.

“Hargrove!” She gasped, dropping her messenger bag. “Billy, you can’t be in here!”

“God damn it, Fenny. You again?” Billy skidded to hush her. Pressed them back into the wall. The heat of his body engulfed her frame, standing a good few inches taller. “Do me a fucking solid. Hide this for me.”

Billy had no sense of boundaries because he was stuffing a baggie into her front jean pocket.

“What are you doing?” She seethed at him, smacking his arms off her to put some distance. “Get off me!”

“Don’t say a word. Got it?” Billy lifted a finger with an intent look. Smelled of leather and his heavy cologne. Hairspray too. It all overshadowed the cigarette scent. He smoothed his tee out and turned to see the door. Scrambling like a spider, Billy jumped up on the toilet, threw his messenger bag outside, and pulled himself up. Wiggled his way out.

Evie heard a thud and groan.

“What the fuck?” She whispered, more so to herself as he disappeared. Hands pulled what was clearly concealed weed bundled up several times and bagged from her pocket. “Shit.” More footsteps before the door burst as she shoved it away.

“You see that Hard-grove kid?” A thick accent asked. Security guy. Useless.

“Uh!” Evie pulled her bag up. “Who?...This is the ladies room! Can’t a girl have a moment here?”

“Sorry!” He cringed away before she jumped into mushy period talk. It always worked.

Evie rolled her eyes and marched out to find Billy. Casual as can be, he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car and stilled to light a cigarette. Grumbling, steps hurried up the hill.

“Asshole!” She tossed the weed at his chest, made him catch it awkwardly and stuff it into the trunk with a hiss.

“Keep a lid on it, will you?” He slammed it shut. No one was around to see them.

“Don’t do that shit again.” She pushed into him to go, Billy’s big hand wrapped around her wrist. Tugged her square into his chest. An unkind grin swept.

“I had you figured, didn’t I? You didn’t say anything.” Billy blew smoke into the air, plucked the cigarette out to flick it with his free hand.

“Let go.” Evie huffed. “I would have been in deep shit too for that.” She wiggled and pushed at his chest.

Billy flicked his bright eyes over hers. So brown they looked black in winter. He never noticed that she had a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks like he did. Pale for a girl with darker features. Indiana falls and winters must have taken the color right out of her. Looked like a lot of the mixed gals he knew back home.

Big curls. Soft and curvy.

Angry at him over something he did.

There's no place like home, he figured.

“You’re so weak.” Billy laughed at her. Took another drag. “They told me you freaked out on a guy last year.”

“You want to be next?” She twisted away from him and turned. It wasn’t a real threat. He’s seen her tend to plants like they were humans. Feed neighborhood cats and nurse her own. Old black cat with not long left. Little fucker was always creeping him out from her bedroom window. Constantly staring with huge green eyes like it knew something Billy didn’t.

“Babysit your own weed.”

“You walking home?” Billy was relentless, voice lifting.

Evie huffed and turned.

“What, are you going to say I probably need the exercise? My bike chain broke.”

“Christ, I was gonna offer a ride. Figured I owed you for saving my damn weed and my break. Not like it's out of the way.” Billy turned to open the passenger door. “Quit being a drag and get in. I don’t bite hard...unless asked.”

“You’re such a creep.” She eyed him there. Wondered how he stayed warm in a tee, jeans, and leather jacket. “Not waiting for Max?” He gave this annoyed look.

“She’s going out with her stupid friends, not my problem today.” Billy got in, gesturing. “At least close the door if you’re not coming. I went through the effort to open it for you.”

“What a gentleman.” Sarcasm.

Evie came back toward his car and debated it. Smelled like it might rain with the sky turning grey. And she really didn’t want to walk in these shoes. Rationalizing it, she slipped inside and shut the door. Settled her bag in her lap. Even buckled up. Billy revved the engine and skidded to speed out without a second glance.

“You going to the party with Heather?”

Evie peered at him watching the road with this hard look on his face. Ghosted a smile. Bingo.

“You’re being nice to me to get to Heather, huh. You know you’re not the first guy to pull this. Could have just asked me about her.”

Crystalline eyes flared up at her face.

“What? Dorky chicks like you turn me on, too.” He replied rougher, not bothering to watch the road.

“Wow. Spread it on thick, Hargrove.” She turned from him.

“I always do.” He hit a hard corner. Christ, he drives fast. “I got a shot?”

“She thinks you’re cute.” Evie shrugged. Far too used to this. Eyes slid to his profile. Wild curls still golden on grey days. The boy glowed. It was absolutely insufferable. Leaves whirled by, brown and dead. A smile crossed her face. “Listen. Since you’re saving me a walk. I’ll help you.”

“Help me? I don’t need your help, I just wondered if she was gonna show.” He scoffed, turning on Cherry Lane.

“You want to know what Heather likes. It’ll help you.” She crossed her arms, nearly flying forward when he screeched to a stop in front of his house. Billy shot her a look, filled with pride. “You got a pen and paper, bud?”

He snatched her bag, tore a page from her notebook and dug into his glove box for a pen.

Ass. She hugged it back to her chest.

"Talk."

“Okay.” A breath. “The thing about Heather is she’s a romantic. Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice. If you can quote that just once like Mr. Darcy, she’s yours... Well? Are you writing?”

Billy did a double take and huffed, grumbling. He actually marked it down.

“Mr. Who?”

“Your life amazes me.” She chuckled. “Darcy.”

“Got it. Darcy. I’ll ask Susan about that shit, she’s a reader.” He muttered, tongue sweeping out before he scribbled.

“And she loves museums. First date ideas. Milkshakes. Cheese fries with jalapenos. Cheeseburger gal. Chinese from that corner joint. Always spicy. Easy picks.”

“A girl after my own burning heart.” Billy felt her peer at him again. Lips lifting with this expression he couldn’t read. Blinked her big eyes and went on.

“Definitely loves to snuggle in with something scary even though they freak her out. Must be a curiosity thing.”

“Any excuse to get close to someone, I like it. This is gold, Angel, go on.”

“You know, I think that’s all I got for you.” Evie turned to get out, sighing. That was just a little evil. “Billy.”

“What?” He shut his door and turned from her.

“Thanks for the ride.” She moved to go toward her house. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Billy didn’t reply. Just watched her go into her house before he dug for another smoke.

“Mom?” Evie called. “I’m home.”

“I’m in my room, sweetheart!”

Ramona Fenny was a spirited woman, went by Mona to the neighborhood. A girl of the 60s. Built like Dolly Parton with a pumped hairstyle to match in sleek dark brown, almost black. She worshiped the woman. Looked like she could have modeled atop a cake.

A church going girl who used prayer to get her through the divorce. Never pushed it on others, not even Evie. Too busy pushing other things. Like the free days she lost having her daughter young. She liked what worked in life and this worked for her. Liked the pretty side to things.

Mona was a sunny side up sort of mother.

Best friends with Claudia Henderson as they both went through divorces which was not in God’s plan. Evie liked Dustin, she babysat him on occasion and he was a good kid. Bullied like her.

Mona owned the favored hair salon in town. Worked long hours with a team of women and ran a tight ship. Did hair for all the social elites so she knew everyone and all the hot gossip. And did she love that detail the most. Evie helped out with reception during vacation time. Liked the extra cash.

“I was going to go to Heather’s later, there’s a party.”

“Oh, have fun, baby.” She pushed her kid to go out. To live. To be smart. Never asked her to call. Not out of trust for Evie, she couldn’t be bothered. Never imagined her daughter would be up to mischief.

If only she knew.

Sometimes, Mona keyed in when it suited her. Understood when Evie’s likes and dislikes changed. When she asked to not go to church anymore because it didn’t help her after her dad walked out. Ramona was understanding as long as you didn’t bring up things like depression and anger. There always had to be a way out. Turn the other cheek.

Evie knew her mother always thought the best.

“Great.” Evie crossed to steal the hair brush, helped her mother out with the teasing. Dyed rich and dark locks that used to be a mousy brown. Dark eyes like her daughter. Evie didn’t look like her father with his brighter features. Her lush hair and russet eyes. Thick brows. “You going out? All dressed up...”

“Just into town, couple of errands.”

That was something that changed a week after her dad moved out. Mona’s style revamp. She was a woman of the sixties and seventies and that came back full force. Styled and pumped up like she was walking out of a Nancy Sinatra music video. Men around town noticed it and the woman certainly speculated.

But, her daughter had a style change too after the incident so it must have run in the family.

“Better?” Evie eyed the glittery rings sitting in a ceramic dish. They looked like gumballs there.

“Touch of hairspray and I’ll be right as rain.” Pink manicured nails came up with the can. “Take cover, baby.”

“Got it.” Evie disappeared in a waft of spray. Stole an ice cube from the freezer to crunch it out of this habit she picked up when dad was gone. Cool and melty between her fingers before she swallowed it down. Felt the bulge tense all down her throat. Another followed. Teeth straining to crack it like glass. The chunks went down a little less smooth as she looked for real food and shut the fridge instead.

Evie went into the bedroom to see her old cat on the pillow. His head lifted. Skinny and balding. Blind in one eye.

“How’re we doing, my handsome boy?” Evie dropped her bag and crossed to pet him. Purrs erupted, whiskers twitching. “Bourbon, my darling.”

A scratch of a meow rasped.

“Yes, I love you too. I’d kiss you if my lips weren’t done up.” She smacked her lips and stood. “Outfit.” Clothing pushed around. Her room was a small, intimate space. Few pictures and purple curtains. Desks covered in song lyrics, trinkets, and needle felting projects.

Evie held up garments to the cat, but he was no help. Just purred there like a motor boat. Settled on a black top with some sparkle and a magenta wash denim jacket. Jewelry was a must, she preferred earrings that were huge acrylic hearts. Bourbon had gotten into the window to watch the window across the way.

Billy wandering shirtless and damp. Muscles red and bulging like he’d done a quick work out

“Yeah, not today, my sweet.” Evie plucked the cat from the window and reached to close the blinds. Billy caught her. Winked and licked his lips slower. She made a face at him. Utterly loathing and not impressed at his peacock way of navigation. “Ew."

The blinds snapped down, leaving Billy to laugh there. Evie carried her purring cat out, chiding.

"Don’t make his head any bigger than it already is.”

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Never a Dull Moment

Author: Lopithecus Pairing: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 1128 Alternate: AO3 Summary: "He uses his walkie to call down to Bobby. 'Cap, I’m going to have to jump.'

'Negative. At that height, it could kill you,' Bobby’s response comes through the line.

Eddie coughs frantically. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe and looking around him, there’s nowhere to go. The fire is a mere two feet away. 'No choice, Bobby.' Bobby is still talking to him through the radio, he even thinks Buck is trying to talk to him too, but he can’t hear them over the roar of the flames.

So, instead, he jumps."

In which Buck and Eddie are trapped in a burning building and can only escape through the window, multiple stories high

Warnings: N/A Author’s Note: Day 6 for @buddiefirstkissweek. Enjoy! Prompt: Day 6 - Because they think they’re going to die

“Okay,” Eddie says as he closes the door from peeking out into the burning hall. “Definitely not going out that way.”

He turns to Buck who is looking out an open window. “We’re too high for the ladder. We’ll have to descend out with a rope.”

“Is the airbag in place?” Eddie asks as he approaches, squeezing beside Buck to look out the window as well.

“Well, I haven’t told them the plan yet.” Buck reaches for his walkie, relaying his plan to Bobby. Bobby gives the go-ahead and a warning to be careful. They can hear the crackling from outside the door. “Hopefully they get it set up quickly.”

Something behind them groans and when they turn, they have no choice but to watch part of the wall fall apart from the fire. It’s quickly entering the room they are in, creeping closer to them. “I don’t know if we have time to wait,” Eddie coughs. The room has filled with heavy smoke. “You have a rope?”

“Yeah.” Buck grabs it from his side, unhooking it.

“Okay,” Eddie nods. “You go first.”

“What? Eddie no!” Buck protests, trying to hand Eddie the rope. “You should go first.”

“We don’t have time to argue about this.” Eddie yanks the rope out of Buck’s hands and begins to fasten it onto the other man, ignoring Buck’s incessant protests. He can feel the heat on his face now and it’s getting harder to breathe, even with an oxygen mask. He quickly sticks his head back out the window, peering down to where they have the airbag only blown halfway up. “Fuck.” Retreating, he tightens the rope around Buck’s torso. “I already had to use my rope so when you get to the bottom you’re going to have to be quick to get out of it so I can pull it back up.”

“Eddie, I still think you should go before me.”

“Buck, there’s no time to change our minds now!” The fire has gotten dangerously close to them now, surrounding them from all sides. “Just be quick.” He fastens the rope to the floor, praying that it will hold or won’t collapse. “Now go.”

Buck hesitates, lifts his face shield up and pops his oxygen mask off quickly only to do the same to Eddie, before planting a hasty kiss to Eddie’s lips. He arranges their gear back into place, saying to a surprised Eddie, “You’re not dying on me, Diaz.” He then shimmies out of the window and starts making his decent.

Eddie stands there in shock before snapping out of it. This isn’t the time or place to be thinking about what that kiss might have meant. He needs to focus on supporting Buck’s way down. He grabs the rope just in case the floor gives, holding on tightly. The progress is slow, slower than Eddie is comfortable with. The fire is right at his back now, the flames loud in his ears as he tries to lean through the window to get clean air and watch Buck.

Eventually, Buck does reach the end. However, Eddie’s run out of time and can’t wait for Buck to get out of the rope. He uses his walkie to call down to Bobby. “Cap, I’m going to have to jump.”

“Negative. At that height, it could kill you,” Bobby’s response comes through the line.

Eddie coughs frantically. It’s getting harder and harder to breathe and looking around him, there’s nowhere to go. The fire is a mere two feet away. “No choice, Bobby.”

“Eddie don’t-”

Eddie doesn’t bother listening any further. He squeezes through the window, grateful for the cleaner air against his face, before maneuvering his body so he can jump. Bobby is still talking to him through the radio, he even thinks Buck is trying to talk to him too, but he can’t hear them over the roar of the flames.

So, instead, he jumps.

In mid-air, he kicks his legs up so he’s lying on his back. Then, he crosses his arms over his chest and prepares for impact. The first thing he feels as he lands on the airbag is pain through his back and head. It’s a hard landing, he won’t deny that, but it’s certainly better than the pavement. The next thing that registers are voices calling his name, specifically Bobby’s and Buck’s.

“Eddie!” There are hands pulling him away from the center of the airbag and he groans at his now sore back. “Eddie!”

Eddie opens his eyes to see Buck looking down at him in worry. “Hey.”

A relieved sigh leaves Buck’s mouth, the corners threatening to pull up in a smile, as he helps Eddie to sit up. Hen and Chimney come crowd around him. “Get him to the ambulance so we can check him out,” Hen states, placing a hand on his elbow to guide him away from the airbag.

As he sits on the step of the ambulance to let Chimney and Hen look him over, Buck paces in the back, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. When he’s given a full bill of health except to expect some serious bruising in the morning and slight concussion, Eddie stands and approaches his anxious friend. “Hey, I’m alright,” he tries to reassure.

“You’re an idiot,” Buck says, stopping in front of Eddie. “You could have died.”

“But I didn’t.” He shrugs. “Besides, I would have died if I had stayed in that building.”

“That’s why you should have gone first!”

“And have you almost die?” Eddie scoffs. “No thank you. You already do enough of that.” Buck is frowning at him and Eddie isn’t sure what to do to make him feel better. Sighing, Eddie continues, “Look, there’s nothing we can do about it now. We both survived so let’s just… move on.”

Buck is looking at him strangely and Eddie doesn’t expect it when Buck steps into his space, gently places both hands on the side of his face, and kisses him softly. It doesn’t last long, just a slight tender press of mouths together, before Buck is pulling away and leaning his forehead against Eddie’s. His eyes are closed as if he doesn’t want Eddie to see the emotion in them.

“I can’t lose you, Eddie,” Buck mumbles quietly. “Chris and I… we can’t lose you.”

Eddie’s hands automatically come up and wrap around Buck’s shoulders, pulling the man closer and into a hug. “You didn’t. You won’t.”

Buck squeezes him and holds onto him for a long time, refusing to let Eddie go. Eddie’s not about to complain and instead hold Buck just as tightly. After all, he likes the feel of being in Buck’s arms and if he’s being quite honest, he can’t lose Buck either.

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A/N: Thanks for reading!

#buddiefirstkiss #firstkiss2020 #Buddie #911 #Evan Buckley #Buck #Eddie Diaz #Never a Dull Moment #My Fanfiction #Day 6 #Because they think they’re going to die #buddiefirstkissweek2020

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junmyeoneyesmile · 4 years

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you can’t stop the flood pt 3

summary:

en·e·my

/ˈenəmē/

noun

a person who is actively opposed or hostile to someone or something.

irene never thought one day she would live in the enemy’s side. but when a mission goes wrong and everything turns upside down, she wonders for what she was really fighting for.

(or, the one in which x-exo’s scientist irene falls in love with exo’s leader, junmyeon.)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

genre: obsession AU, EXO vs X-EXO, romance, slow burn, angst (with a happy ending?), fluff (maybe if you squint), smut (it’s here)

relationships: irene/junmyeon, past irene/sehůn, implied chanyeøl/wendy, side baekhyun/chanyeol, one sided taeyeon/baekhyun.

length: three shot

chapter word count: 10.096

author’s notes: finally, the last part! I thought about putting some warnings in this chapter (is thigh riding even a warning, tho) but in the end, I don’t think it’ll be needed 😂 even thought I would say that it’s definitely mature content, I don’t think it’s that explicit? well 😂

I really want to thank one of my best friends for being the beta reader for this fic, and also thank you to everybody who read it 💚 hope you all enjoy this chapter too!

p.s: at some point in this chapter, Junmyeon will play a song on the piano, and since I don’t want to give any spoilers, I’ll just leave the link for it here, so you guys can check it when you get there. (x)

The next day, Irene didn’t go to the cafeteria.

No one showed up to bring her breakfast, but the girl didn’t mind it – she wasn’t hungry. In truth, she wasn’t feeling good at all.

The night was really hard, and she barely got any sleep, her mind racing with thoughts. That morning she was especially on edge, thinking Junmyeon might come looking for her again - but he didn't show up.

That left Irene with a strange feeling, even when she kept telling herself she didn’t want him to come.

Around lunchtime, Taeyeon came to see how her leg was doing, and suggested that the two of them could go have lunch together. Irene had no excuse to deny that, and truth be told, she was starting to feel hungry. So, she just went with Taeyeon.

Probably because it was still early, EXO’s table was empty. Irene tried to pretend she wasn’t eating too fast, but still, she left the cafeteria as soon as she could. Irene had asked Taeyeon to use the lab that afternoon, to make some of the serum Jongin had asked her, and the doctor allowed it.

Being in a lab was something Irene was used to. It was familiar, and over there she could be practical again. It was a safe space for her.

She took her time while working, trying to do things at a slower pace than she used to. Still, that didn’t take long, and in less than an hour, Irene had finished it.

With no other options, she returned to her room. But Irene was feeling anxious, and after much consideration, in the end of the afternoon she decided to go out and take a walk.

On her way to the gardens, she passed the training ground, where Sehun and Jongin were practicing - and Junmyeon sat on the side, watching them.

Irene was going to keep walking, but Jongin saw her before she could leave.

“Noona!”

She waved awkwardly.

“Hey, Jongin.”

He left the ground, walking to her.

“People were saying you went to the lab, today.”

“Ah.” Of course, gossip spread quickly. “It’s true. I made the serum for you. When you want, you can go get it. I was going to tell you.”

Jongin smiled.

“Really? Thank you!” Irene nodded. “Hey, don’t you want to watch our practice?”

Irene glanced at Junmyeon.

“Hm, I don’t know, Jongin…”

“Come on, I’m sure you’ve never seen me in action from this close. I was beating Sehun.”

“No, you weren't!” Sehun protested, and Jongin gave a mischievous smile.

“Come on.”

Denying it right in front of them without a convincing reason was going to sound strange, and things were already weird with Junmyeon as they were. So she accepted, and went to sit a little further away.

But she could feel Junmyeon’s eyes on her.

Still, Irene tried to focus on the training that was taking place in front of her.

Jongin was holding a target, teleporting to different places in the field. Sehun followed him, shooting arrows to hit the target. He did it, but never in the middle.

It was obvious Jongin was focusing, but there was a playful smile on his lips, different from the wicked ones she was used to seeing in Kāi. Despite that, Irene was aware of how strong the boy was.

Somewhere in her mind, she remembered that it was Jongin who had broken Chanyeøl’s ribs that day.

“Hyung!” a different voice broke out on the training ground, and everyone turned to see Jongdae walking towards Junmyeon, his expression serious.

“What happened?” Junmyeon asked

“They’re attacking people at the border again. There’s a house on fire.”

“Where are Baekhyun and Chanyeol?”

“Already on their way.”

“Alright, go get the car.”

Irene observed their fast dynamics, Jongdae leaving followed by Sehun, who didn’t wait for orders. Junmyeon turned to Jongin.

“Go over there, but don’t attack. Wait at least for Baekhyun and Chanyeol.”

Jongin nodded, serious.

“Yes, hyung.” he said, and immediately disappeared, leaving Irene and Junmyeon alone.

They looked at each other. She wanted to say something, she really did, but the words got stuck on her throat.

Junmyeon didn't wait.

Irene continued to look at the door long after he left.

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She had never felt that way before. Irene had never felt that sensation, that agony of waiting for someone.

She had lost all the people who were important to her at a very young age, so she never had to deal with attachment, with hoping, with worry, not for a long time. Irene only cared about herself.

And she was fine with that.

But as the hours passed and she waited for them to come back, Irene found herself in a place of complete despair – with her hands tied, she couldn’t do anything but wait.

The image of Junmyeon leaving played on repeat in her mind. The image of Junmyeon lying on the bed was burned in her retinas. The image of Junmyeon smiling at her, and the thought that if anything happened, she would never see him again.

And what was going on? How were they? Irene didn't have Chën's cameras there to follow the fight. She had nothing to do but worry and wait.

Wait.

That was crushing everything inside her, and the thoughts of what could be happening there were making her feel sick - because Irene knew what X-EXO was capable of.

She knew what their goal was.

Irene sat in the cafeteria until no one else was there, and she kept looking at her watch as the hours passed. And that devastating feeling never left.

It was well into the night when she heard the voices.

And Irene ran.

She ran through the halls, until she saw the six boys in front of her.

They were all there, dirty but appearing to have only minor injuries - Sehun was the only one who had to lean on Chanyeol.

Behind them, Junmyeon was looking at her. He had a cut on his eyebrow, but other than that, he was fine.

He was fine.

Irene wouldn’t know how to explain that feeling of relief. She wanted to go to him, wanted to hug him, to feel his touch and smell his skin.

But at the same time that all these feelings came to her, with them also came a realization.

She cared about him. God help her, she liked this man more than she would admit to herself.

But Irene knew what those feelings would bring. She was reminded of the pain, of how hard it hurt to lose someone she cared about. Irene promised herself to never get this close, to never feel too much.

Never.

That hit her harder than anything.

“Are you okay?” she heard Taeyeon’s voice, who had arrived there at some point.

“Yes, but Baëkhyun cut Sehun on the side of his stomach.” Chanyeol told her.

“I’m fine.” Sehun said

“Let's go to my office, I'll take care of it.”

Irene turned to the blonde.

“Let me go with you. I can help.”

The doctor seemed surprised.

“They all have minor injuries, but they need to be treated. I can help.” Irene continued.

Taeyeon didn't hesitate for long - probably because she needed the help.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

None of the boys complained, probably too tired for that even if they wanted to. Irene felt Junmyeon's eyes on her, but she didn't look at him as she followed Taeyeon to the medical floor.

There, she focused on what she did best. Irene took care of Jongin, Jongdae and Baekhyun, while Taeyeon stayed with the other three. Junmyeon kept trying to approach her, but she didn't give him an opening, focusing on the boys she was taking care of.

Irene knew she would fall apart if she talked to him at that moment.

When everything was finished, Irene finally looked around, but Junmyeon wasn’t in the room anymore. Taeyeon was still stitching up Sehun, but she said she could do it alone, and thanked Irene for her help.

So the girl left, going to her room, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time.

Why was this happening to her? Why now?

And why him?

Everything was already too complicated as it was.

When she got to her room, Junmyeon was there - waiting for her at her door.

It was almost too much, just seeing him.

“You should be resting.” Irene said, trying to keep her composure.

Junmyeon kept looking at her, but didn’t answer. Irene tried to get past him to go into the bedroom, but he held her arm.

“What do you want?” she asked, trying to sound indifferent, but obviously failing.

“I want you to talk to me, Irene.”

The expression on his face was breaking her.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Irene said, her voice almost shaking.

“Then why were you waiting?”

“I wasn’t waitin-”

“You were waiting.” He interrupted her, resolute. “I saw your face when we got here.”

“I wasn’t.” she repeated, and now her voice was definitely shaking. “I wasn’t.”

“You’re lying.”

Irene tried to keep her head up.

“Believe what you want, Junmyeon.”

He frowned.

“Why do you keep acting like this? Why do you keep being distant, when I know that’s not what you want?”

Irene shook her head, not wanting to hear that, but he held her shoulders.

“Let me go, Junmyeon. I don’t… I don’t do this…”

“You don’t do what?”

“This!” she exploded, moving away from him. “I don't do this! I don't wait for anyone, I don't care about anyone! I only care about me! Because I only have myself!”

Her vision was getting blurry, and Irene hadn't noticed, but tears were already streaming down her face.

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this again! Everyone... Everyone that I care about leaves. And I can’t...” she sobbed. “I can’t...”

Junmyeon moved, and in the next second, he was hugging her. She tried to pull away, without success.

“It’s all your fault.” she said, losing all her strength. “It’s all your fault…”

Junmyeon hugged her tighter, while she cried against his chest. He didn't ask anything, he didn't say anything. He just hugged her.

And in that moment, that was enough.

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She was tired of running.

Her legs were hurting, her mouth was dry and her eyes burned because of the fine dust in the air.

Joohyun tripped and fell, but this time she didn’t get up. She had no strength left for anything, and there were no more tears to cry.

She wanted to go back, but now there was nowhere else to go.

She was alone.

The scorching sun was burning Joohyun’s skin, but she didn’t move. Maybe she could just stay there. It would be so easy to just give up. Joohyun wondered if when she died, she would meet her parents again.

In the midst of her delirium, a shadow stopped in front of her. Joohyun blinked slowly, thinking she was seeing things - but when she looked up, there was someone in front of her.

A man, dressed in bright red.

He knelt in front of her, and Joohyun saw that he was holding a bottle of water. She immediately started to move, and the man helped her sit down, giving her the bottle. Joohyun drank without hesitation, too thirsty to think about anything else.

“Are you feeling better now, Joohyun?”

She looked at him. Joohyun was sure she had never seen this man in her life.

“How do you know my name?”

“Red force knows everything.” he told her. “We’re going to help you.”

Help me?

Joohyun wasn’t expecting help. She wasn’t expecting anything, at this point.

But she was tired. Tired and scared. Joohyun didn’t want to run anymore.

So when that man held out his hand, she took it.

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“Hey, noona! Sit here with us!”

Irene looked at EXO’s table, where Jongin was waving at her. Everybody was there, except for Junmyeon, which was strange. She hesitated.

“We have an extra chair, today.” Jongdae said, surprising her.

Irene looked at the other boys, but none of them seemed against it. Not even Chanyeol, who just kept eating his rice. So she approached the table and sat next to Jongin.

“Thank you.” Irene said, when he moved away so that she had more space. “How are you?” she asked. Jongin only had been cut on his forearm, but he didn't need stitches.

“I’m fine. The scar’s almost gone.”

“We’re all very thankful for your help last night.” Baekhyun said. “I know we’re a lot of work to Taeyeon noona.”

Irene shook her head.

“It’s nothing.”

After that, the boys got into other conversations, and she tried to not get in the way while eating her breakfast – until Sehun asked where Junmyeon was.

“He had to leave for a meeting earlier this morning.” explained Jongdae. “Because of yesterday.”

Irene wanted to ask when he was coming back, but stopped herself – and kept eating as if she hadn't heard anything.

That morning, Taeyeon had asked her if she could help with the work on the medical floor. Apparently, it was checkup day with the people who lived at Elyxion, and one of the nurses was sick, so she couldn’t help. Obviously Irene accepted, and the two spent most of the day in Taeyeon’s office.

Of course that didn’t stop her from thinking about Junmyeon.

Irene thought that occupying her mind would be easy if she was busy, but anytime she had a free time, he came to her head. The night before, after she had stopped crying, Junmyeon took her to the bedroom, and waited by the bed until she fell asleep. Maybe Irene was too tired - mostly emotionally - because that didn't take long.

When she woke up, the memories of the night before were very vivid on her mind. The warmth of Junmyeon’s embrace, the scent of his body. Thinking about it was enough to keep her calm.

Junmyeon was soft – he was very soft, where Irene was all rough. So even though she was afraid of herself, of where those feelings would take her, she was also afraid for him. Afraid she would taint him.

All of this was very foreign to Irene. Caring about someone more than she cared about herself. Wanting someone to be okay, despite all things. But with Junmyeon, it was like that. And she was starting to see she couldn’t change that.

In the late afternoon, when Irene was leaving the medical floor to go to her room, she met Junmyeon in the hall. The two stopped, looking at each other for a moment.

“There’s a place I wanted to show you.” he told her. “Can you come with me?”

Irene nodded, slowly.

Junmyeon led the way, and Irene followed him to a part of the building that she had never seen before. There was a flight of stairs almost hidden, and the two went up to the rooftop.

The place wasn’t as high as the roof she used to stay on the Exo'rdium, but they had a good view of the entire Elyxion compound over there, and a little bit of the city. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning orange.

Junmyeon guided her to a safe spot, where they sat side by side.

“I like to come here.” he said. “But I almost don’t have any free time, so it’s been a while.”

Irene watched the sun setting.

“I had a place like this that I liked to go, too.” She thought about the Exo’rdium. It seemed so far away, now.

They were silent for some time. Irene looked at Junmyeon, and then down to her hands.

“I’m sorry.” Junmyeon looked at her, and she had to look back. “About yesterday. All those things I said. I just…” Irene closed her eyes for a moment. “I was scared.”

Admitting that was probably one of the most difficult things she had ever done. Junmyeon didn’t judge her.

“Of me?” he asked, and Irene shook her head.

“No. Of feeling again.”

It was clear Junmyeon wouldn’t understand that, so Irene gathered all her strength, continuing.

“My parents died when I was young. It was in one of the attacks of the war, before the borders were delimited.” she stopped for a second, because it was hard. It was so hard to talk about that. “I had nowhere to go, but this agent from the Red Force found me. They gave me shelter, food, clothes, education. They told me I was going to work for a bigger purpose. So I just dedicated myself to that.”

Irene looked at Junmyeon, and she really didn’t want to cry again, but she discovered that was impossible.

“I had nobody but myself, Junmyeon. And it was easier that way. It is easier that way.”

He watched her for a while, before turning to the landscape in front of them. They could see the garden from there, and some children were playing on the grass.

“When I was young, these people came and took me and these boys to a lab, to be experimented on.” he started. “Those were the hardest days of my life, and I don't think I would’ve made it if I were there alone.” Junmyeon paused. “But the thing is, I wasn’t. We had each other. When we managed to get out of there, we knew it was going to be a difficult path. But we kept going, because we could count on each other. Even though it was difficult, and even though it might hurt, it was still worth it.” Junmyeon looked at her. “It is still worth feeling, Irene. I can’t guarantee you it will be easy. But it will be enough.”

Irene blinked her tears away, her breath heavy. Junmyeon held her face, stroking her cheek.

“I will never regret bringing you here.” he told her. “I will nev-”

She knew that if he kept talking, she would fall apart – so Irene leaned forward, and kissed him.

It was like being shocked, the sensation too much for her body. She was holding the collar of his vest with so much force, trying to keep herself straight. Junmyeon embraced her waist, bringing her closer, and that was all the support Irene needed.

She felt like she was drowning and Junmyeon was saving her, as ironic as that sounded.

His lips were soft.

It was Junmyeon the one to deepen their kiss, spreading her lips apart with his own - moving his tongue in a slow rhythm that Irene could do nothing but follow.

It was already too much and not enough at the same time.

Junmyeon moved a hand to her arm, slowly going up to her shoulders, then down to her waist again, and it was like he left a trail of fire in her skin. Her heart was beating so fast she felt lightheaded.

He pulled away, just enough their lips weren’t touching anymore, and leaned his forehead against hers. Irene was still holding his collar, eyes closed.

“I won’t force anything on you.” he told her, and she felt his breath on her face. “But I do like you, Irene. Very much.”

I like you.

She opened her eyes, looked at him – at his soft lips, his warm eyes. This feeling of trust was so foreign to her, but with Junmyeon’s arms around her like that, Irene couldn’t ignore how she felt, too.

So she nodded, feeling the tears fall again, and pressed her lips to his one more time.

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The next day, Irene sat on EXO’S table again.

It felt easier, and it was a lot more natural – especially because Junmyeon was there, too. They weren’t acting different or anything, but the mood was obviously lighter. And Irene definitely felt more relaxed, with him by her side.

“Jongin, do you want to train, today?” Sehun asked, at some point in their conversation.

The green-haired boy shook his head, swallowing his food.

“I can’t, I’ll make some deliveries with Junmyeon hyung, today.”

“Is it today? I didn’t remember.” Sehun said, seeming a bit upset.

Deliveries? Irene looked at Junmyeon, slightly curious.

“We’re going to deliver supplies and medicines to the village today.” He explained.

“Ah…”

“Noona, you should come too!” Jongin told her.

Irene hesitated.

“I…”

“It would be nice.” Junmyeon said. She looked at him, and he was smiling lightly, making her heart beat faster.

The other boys were looking at them, and Junmyeon cleared his throat.

“They may need a doctor, and Taeyeon is busy today.” he added, like he was trying to explain himself. It was kind of cute.

“I have to train my reflexes...” Sehun mumbled, still not resigned.

“I’ll train with you.” Baekhyun told him.

“Really? Ah, hyung, thank you!”

“What, you’re going to risk being cut again?” Chanyeol asked Baekhyun, but his tone wasn’t really serious.

“Hey. If I managed to cut him that means I’m pretty good, right?” Sehun asked.

“Not if your purpose is hitting the target.”

“Don’t be like this, Channie.” Baekhyun said. “I was taking it easy on him that day.”

Sehun protested, and the two continued to tease each other, but in a fun way. The rest of the table was laughing, and Irene looked at Junmyeon. His eyes turned to half moons when he smiled like that.

She could see in his expression, how important those boys were to him. Irene was too used to the X-EXO motto - one are we - with everyone just caring about themselves and doing things only thinking about what they’d gain from it. Here, things were different.

Those boys were united by their friendship. By what they lived together, and by the strength they could give to each other. Junmyeon’s words from the night before were still strong on her mind.

“It is still worth feeling, Irene. I can’t guarantee you it will be easy. But it will be enough.”

And even when all of that was so different to her, Irene was starting to understand it.

She was a little anxious about leaving the Elyxion, she wouldn’t lie about that. In truth, Irene didn't know how people would react to her presence, but she tried to ignore that feeling - there was no way anyone could know she used to work for the Red Force.

She, Junmyeon and Jongin took a car, leaving the compound surroundings. The ride wasn’t long, and in about fifteen minutes, Irene could already see some houses in the village.

In the Exo’rdium, they knew that village existed. Because it was located so close to the Elyxion, people from there were more protected, since X-EXO couldn’t trespass the borders easily. That was something the Red Force didn’t bother to do, because protecting people definitely wasn’t their priority.

When the car entered the place, people were already approaching. Junmyeon stopped, and all of them seemed happy to see the boys there. Irene didn't know what to do, but she got out of the car with them. Of course people were looking, but no one seemed too upset by her presence there.

They had brought medicine and supplies, and Irene helped the two men unload the truck and distribute everything. People seemed very grateful, always giving thanks with smiles on their faces.

Irene wasn’t used to that.

When Junmyeon told them she was a doctor, Irene was a little taken aback by that. But some people approached her, to be examined, and she tried to pay attention to them. Just in case, she had brought some things from Taeyeon’s office, and it was very useful.

“You should take the medicine I gave your mom, alright?” she was telling a little girl, who was the last one in line.

“Okay.” the girl said, and looked at her before asking. “Are you Junmyeon’s oppa girlfriend?”

Irene couldn’t help but blush at that. When she looked at him, Junmyeon was smiling a little.

“She’s very pretty, isn’t she?” He asked the little girl, who nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! I already like you a lot, unnie!” she said, before suddenly hugging Irene. The woman couldn’t move, surprised. “You’ll come here again, right?”

Irene didn’t answer, still taken aback, but Junmyeon brushed the girl’s hair and smiled.

“Yes, we’ll come again. Now go and obey your mom, alright?”

“Yes, oppa! Goodbye!”

They watched as the girl left, and then Irene looked at Junmyeon.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “I didn’t say anything.”

She had to smile at that, shaking her head.

After they collected the things she had brought, Junmyeon suggested they could take a walk. Jongin was playing with some kids, teleporting to different places and making them laugh.

“He’s the one that likes to come here the most.” Junmyeon told her. “Jongin has a very pure heart.”

Irene couldn’t deny that.

“He has.” she said, and looked at Junmyeon. “It’s… It’s very nice, what you guys are doing for these people here.”

He nodded.

“I wish we could get everyone off the border, but we don't have enough space here. Some people also don't want to come.”

Irene knew why. Even though Red Force didn’t help them completely, they would give money to some families, so that they would send their children to study and in the future, work on the Exo’rdium.

They continued to walk, and Irene saw an old couple sitting together on a bench. Suddenly, Junmyeon took her hand, and she looked at him.

“Some of the people who don’t want to work at the Elyxion live here.” he told her. “They have a peaceful life, start a family. I always wondered what that would be like, too.”

In the Exo’rdium, it was a clear fact that X-EXO was created for a purpose, and their life would always be closed to that. But it never came into her mind how that was true to EXO, too. Junmyeon would probably never live a peaceful life as long as that war continued. The thought made her heart ache.

She intertwined her fingers with his, and Junmyeon looked at her.

“It's a nice thought.” she said, and when he smiled at her, Irene couldn't help but do the same.

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“Your leg is completely healed.”

Irene looked at the blonde woman in front of her. Taeyeon had come to her room after dinner, to do a checkup. They hadn’t seen each other all day, busy with their own things.

“Yes, thank you. You helped me a lot.”

Taeyeon shook her head.

“You were a very good patient, actually. You followed all my recommendations, did the exercises... The credit is yours.” She left the clipboard aside. “I don’t think I’ll need to make these daily visits anymore.”

“I won't take your time.”

The doctor smiled.

“Listen, your help on the medical floor these days was very useful. If you want, you can still come.”

Irene nodded, thinking that it would be nice, too.

“I will.”

“Alright. Ah.” Taeyeon said, seeming to think of something. “I heard you went to the village with Junmyeon and Jongin, today.”

Words did travel fast, in this place.

“Yeah, I went to help them.”

Taeyeon hesitated, like she wanted to say something else.

“It seems that Junmyeon really likes… Your help, over here.” She finally said. “He's everybody's strength in this place. It's good to see him too, relying on someone.”

Irene was a little taken aback. Taeyeon didn't seem like the type to gossip - but really, that wasn’t gossip. She was just being honest.

So Irene smiled a little, looking at her.

“He’s a nice man.”

Taeyeon seemed satisfied to hear that.

“Well, I'll let you rest. See you tomorrow?”

She nodded, watching the doctor leave the room.

As Taeyeon left, Irene wondered if the doctor was intuitive, or if she and Junmyeon were being obvious. It didn't seem like it, but truth be told, they weren't really trying that hard.

Jongin had seen the two of them holding hands in the village, but they let go quickly, and the boy didn't comment on that. At dinner, Junmyeon kept talking to her, not caring about the looks from the others, and that made Irene not care about it either.

She realized she liked it when he paid attention to her - when he smiled at something she said and the dimples in his face appeared; or when his arm touched hers while they talked.

When they said goodbye in the cafeteria, Irene almost didn't want to leave, and now her mind was going back to that kiss from the night before. It was almost insane how much she wanted to feel it again.

The thoughts didn’t let her sleep.

Everytime Irene closed her eyes, she could see Junmyeon’s eyes, hidden behind his bangs; Junmyeon’s lips, red from their kissing. She could feel the fire of his touch and the taste of his mouth.

Irene sat on the bed, feeling restless. She wanted to see him, but it was well into the night. Would he be awake? She remembered a conversation she had with Jongin, who told her their rooms were not far from there, just three halls away.

It wouldn’t do any bad, right? She was going there just to talk.

Irene debated about that for another half hour, before deciding that she couldn’t stay there doing nothing anymore - and left the room towards the EXO hall.

It wasn’t hard to find it, which was good. If she met someone on the way, Irene definitely wouldn't be able to explain what she was going to do.

The hall had six doors, and for a moment she was alarmed, thinking that she wouldn't know which room was his. But then Irene paid attention, and there was each boy's name on the doors.

She stopped in front of Junmyeon's door, hesitating. But she had come all this way, it would be stupid to give up now. She just wanted to see him for a while. And he’d already gone to her room so many times... It wouldn't hurt.

Taking a breath, she knocked on the door.

No one answered, and Irene was already thinking that maybe he wasn't there, when Junmyeon opened the door.

“Irene?” he said, surprised.

She opened her mouth to answer, but no words came out. Junmyeon was wearing nothing but sweatpants, wet hair dripping over his chest.

“Hi.” she managed to say, feeling stupid. “This is really inconvenient, right? I came here because… I just…”

“It’s alright.” Junmyeon told her. “Do you want to come in?”

“Ah… I…” Irene stopped, getting a grip of herself. “Alright.”

Junmyeon moved from the door, and she entered the room.

The place was very simple, but entirely like him. There were several pictures scattered around, most of them with the EXO members. In addition to the bed, he had a desk, a piano in the corner of the room and a bookcase filled with books.

“You're probably thinking that I'm an old man, aren't you?” he said, wearing a simple shirt.

Irene came closer to the bookcase, looking at the books.

“No. I… I like to read, too. But I think my collection isn’t that diverse.”

“My parents had a bookstore.” he explained. “These are some of the books that I managed to save.”

She took one from the bookcase, looking at the cover.

“You can take some more if you want. I was going to bring it for you, anyway.”

Irene looked at him.

“I will. But I won’t stay with them forever, just lend them to me.”

Junmyeon nodded, getting close to her.

“May I?” He asked, referring to the book she was holding. Irene handed it over, and he flipped through the pages, seeming to look for something.

He finally stopped when he found a dry lavender flower among the pages.

“I’ve put it here a long time ago.” he said. “I didn't remember that until I saw you with the book.”

Irene looked at the flower. Maybe she was imagining things, but it still had a little smell. And how ironic it was, that flower being there. The poem from the book came to her mind.

“Bring me warm rain, and lavender, and you.” Irene recited. “I want you, most of all.”

She looked at the side, to Junmyeon – and he was already looking at her.

Irene didn't know what had brought them together. Maybe it was fate, if she believed that. But at that moment, it felt like the right thing, to be here with him.

She reached out, touching his face, and Junmyeon closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He was so perfect. Irene moved her fingertips across his eyelids, his nose, to his lips. She traced his lower lip, and Junmyeon dropped the book on the floor, holding her wrist.

He had his eyes open now, fixed on Irene. Junmyeon kissed her fingertips, the palm of her hand, the inside of her wrist. His mouth was hot, and every time he breathed on her skin, Irene shivered.

Junmyeon brought her a little closer, to put his other arm around her waist, and then he leaned down to finally - finally - kiss her.

Irene wondered if she would ever get used to it, to his kiss. It makes her mind go blank, and she can't think of anything but the way his mouth moves against hers. Junmyeon licks her mouth, tasting her, angling his head to deepen the kiss - and Irene has to hold his shirt to stop trembling so much.

“Are you ok?” Junmyeon murmurs against her lips.

Her breath is heavy, and she doesn’t really know the answer to that question. Irene isn’t used to this, she isn’t used to all those feelings. It scares her, but she doesn’t want it to stop. So she nods, kissing him again.

They move in the room, until Junmyeon’s back hits his desk. He’s half sitting on it, and they stop to look at each other for a moment. Irene reaches her hand to his still damp hair, and brushes it out of his eyes. He never stops looking at her, his hands touching her waist.

Irene gets closer, pulls his hair lightly, and Junmyeon pliantly follows the movement, exposing his neck – so she leans forward, pressing her lips to his jaw.

Junmyeon’s skin is still damp, too. He’s warm, and yes, he smells like damn lavender, tastes so sweet, and when he moans, Irene thinks she’s going to lose her mind.

Without thinking about it, she grinds against his thigh, which is in the middle of her legs. Even though there are several layers of fabric between them, it feels good – so she does it again, because she needs it. Junmyeon seems to notice, and presses his leg up, which increases the pressure.

Irene moans, unable to pay attention to what she was doing before. She’s burying her nails on his shoulders, hiding her face on the crook of his neck because again, all of this is too much, and at the same time, not enough.

“It’s ok” Junmyeon tells her, encouraging her to keep going; his hands on her hips, but not interfering in the way she rides his thigh.

Irene is panting, moving almost desperately. She wants it so much, she wants it-

Junmyeon kisses her, swallowing all the pathetic sounds she’s making, thigh going up again, intensifying the pressure – and yes, now it’s too much, she feels lightheaded, warm all over.

“Please” she begs, not even sure to what.

“Come” Junmyeon says, pulls her lower lip between his teeth, and Irene comes - the whole room going white, for a second.

She doesn’t know for how long she stays still, Junmyeon holding her the only thing stopping her from falling. Her breath is slowly getting steady, but her body is still trembling a little.

Irene raises her head facing Junmyeon. His pupils are blown and his lips are pink and swollen, voice hoarse with arousal.

“Irene...”

She lets him kiss her again. Lets him move again until the back of her knees hit the bed and she falls on it, landing on her back as Junmyeon climbs on top, their lips still connected. Irene is getting warm again, and there’s too many clothes between them - she wants them all off.

Junmyeon seems to read her thoughts and takes off his shirt, so she does the same. It wasn’t like she was wearing nice underwear, the white bra too simple, but she had no option but to use what they were giving her there. But it was not like any of that mattered in that moment, anyway.

When she threw her shirt on the floor, Junmyeon was already shirtless, and Irene could really look at him, now. Again, he was perfect. She touches his chest, lets her hands go down until they’re on the waistband of his sweatpants, and looks at him.

Junmyeon drops his hands away, lets her take over. When she touches him, he closes his eyes. As Irene works on him, he tries to go back to kiss her – but can’t, too far gone. Junmyeon presses his forehead to her shoulder, and grabs her hips.

“I don’t-” He tries to say, but jerks his hips, thrusting up. He holds her hands, stopping her for a moment. “I wasn’t expecting... I don’t have-”

“It’s ok.” Irene tells him, a little breathless. “They give us shots, at the Exo’rdium. I’m good for this month.” her face flushes only slightly, and Junmyeon understands.

He slowly goes back to kiss her, and Irene lets her hands rest on Junmyeon’s shoulder blades as he kisses his way across her chest, over her bra. She arches her back, and he unclasps it in one try. His mouth on her making Irene roll her head back, too aroused all over again.

She moves, attempting to take off her own pants and underwear, and when Junmyeon notices it, he helps her, doing the same not long after. When he goes back to her, it’s all skin on skin, and they look at each other, feeling the depth of the moment.

Irene didn’t know she was looking for that until now. Until she found him.

She couldn’t explain the feeling of having him inside her, of sharing that moment with him. Junmyeon was moving, murmuring something to her, but she couldn’t hear him, she couldn’t do anything but feel.

She wrapped her legs around his hips, kissed his mouth, his neck, intertwined her fingers on his hair, all in half-lust, half-gratitude. Junmyeon was breathing heavy by her ear, and Irene loved listening to his voice more than anything.

The pressure inside of her started to build, and every touch of his hands on her body were taking her closer to the stars, again.

Irene was entirely his, now.

She came first, moaning his name – and that was enough to make Junmyeon get his release, too.

He stays on top of her for a moment, but Irene enjoys the weight of his body, feeling his heartbeat and his breath steadying slowly. Junmyeon presses a sweet kiss to her neck, before he pulls himself back.

Irene lies on her side, looking at him. Junmyeon gives her a tired smile, and reaches out to brush the hair out of her face.

He doesn't say anything, and really, he doesn't have to. The way Junmyeon looks at her says everything his voice doesn't say.

Her heart warms at that. She approaches him, kissing him lightly, and Junmyeon passes a hand around her waist, keeping her close.

Irene never thought she would feel that way. But in such an unexpected place, with someone so unexpected, there she was. Completely enticed by him, and she knew there was no going back.

Junmyeon had closed his eyes, and she watched him for some time before deciding to speak.

“I wanted to tell you something.” Irene said, and he opened his eyes slowly.

“Hm?”

Irene hesitated a little, but not because of him. Because of her, and everything she was keeping inside. She was digging very deeply, now.

“I… My name’s not Irene.”

Junmyeon frowned.

“Not my real name, at least.” She paused. “Before I went to the Exo’rdium and they gave me this name, I was Joohyun.”

His expression softens, and Junmyeon smiles lightly.

“Joohyun?”

“Bae Joohyun.”

“It is a beautiful name.” he stroked her cheek. “Do you want me to call you like this?”

Irene shook her head without hesitation.

“No.” she says, sincerely. “I'm not her anymore. For a long time now.”

Bae Joohyun was an innocent little girl, who had many dreams and felt a lot of love. She had died in that explosion, too. But even if Irene no longer wanted to remember her, the girl’s memory still lived in the woman's body.

“Despite that, I wanted to tell you this.”

Junmyeon nodded, pulling her a little closer, and Irene leaned her head against his chest.

“Thank you for telling me.”

She feels at peace with that. Telling it to Junmyeon felt right, because she wanted to be honest with him. She wanted him to know everything.

And for now, that was enough.

Feeling the heat of his body and the calm beat of his heart, Irene fell asleep.

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They didn’t really mean to tell anyone about their relationship, for some time. It was still something new, and they wanted to get closer slowly. But that turned out to be impossible, when Baekhyun saw Irene leaving Junmyeon’s room that morning.

Word got out, and when they came to eat breakfast in the cafeteria, all the boys in the EXO table threw some knowing glances at them. No one said anything direct, of course, but Jongin seemed very happy, and Baekhyun kept saying suggestive things, which even made Chanyeol pinch his waist.

Irene didn’t really care about it, but Junmyeon seemed a little embarrassed, and she noticed she actually liked seeing his flushed cheeks every time he looked away.

After eating, she went to help Taeyeon in the lab, as promised. The doctor was making some medicine that was needed, and Irene helped her with the formulas.

“Did you develop them?” she asked, and Taeyeon nodded.

“I don’t have much study in chemistry, but I think it’s general knowledge what some plants can do. I asked the chemists for some help here, and managed to make the formulas.”

“They seem very well done. I would like to see how they work.”

Taeyeon shook her head.

“I'm sure you know a lot more than I do. Here we can't get even close to that burn serum you made.”

Irene looked at the bottle in her hands. Sometimes, she forgot that the Elyxion didn't have the same technologies available to them on the Exo’rdium.

“I can give you the recipe, if you want. I also know some others, but I'm not sure of all the formulas, we may need to do some tests.”

Taeyeon looked at her.

“That would be nice.” she says, but then pauses for a second. “Do you really want to do this? I don't want you to think that I'm trying to get that kind of information.”

That still seemed strange, to Irene, the fact they hadn't forced her to say everything she knew. If the situation were the opposite, she was sure that the Red Force wouldn’t be so friendly.

But in this place, things were different.

She nodded, closing the bottle she was holding.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

When they left the lab together later, they passed the training center, where Jongdae and Junmyeon were training. Irene only saw them fighting behind Chën’s cameras, never up close. It was actually amazing, seeing them in action like this.

The two men didn’t appear to be fighting each other, but trying to combine their powers. The water intensified the lightning's power, making a more powerful attack. She was distant, but her skin still prickled.

Irene was used to seeing fights, to seeing those powers in action, always following the development of all X-EXO. But these men were the originals. The way they controlled what they had seemed a lot more natural, a lot less angry. And not long ago, she was doing her best to make them die.

That thought seemed so strange in her mind now, that it didn’t make sense. But it was true, wasn't it? She had studied, trained for that. Everything she developed, every minute of her day was dedicated to making X-EXO better, so they could win and destroy their originals. It was the purpose she had in life. And now what did she have?

Irene's heart was already Junmyeon's, she was completely given to him, she couldn't imagine him being hurt. But she cared for the others, too. Jongin's boyish smile, Jongdae's kindness, Sehun's determination, the love between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. She wanted to keep seeing all of that.

But how? She was in the middle of that war now, which in reality, had no middle. Irene would have to choose, and she knew it.

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“What are you thinking about?”

Irene looked at Junmyeon. They were lying in his bed that night, arms around each other.

She had a lot of things in her mind, but it wasn’t worth telling him now.

“Not much.” she tells him.

“You spent all day in the lab with Taeyeon. Aren’t you tired?”

“A little.” Irene pauses. “I saw you training with Jongdae, today.”

Junmyeon seems surprised.

“Really? Why didn’t you talk to us?”

“I didn't want to disturb. You seemed quite focused.”

“We were training some new things.” Junmyeon explains to her. “Sometimes it’s better to combine our powers than to work alone.”

“We are one, right?” she recites their motto, and he smiles.

“Right.” Junmyeon kisses her forehead, before moving away to sit on the bed.

Irene watches him pick up his sweatpants on the floor and put them on, before heading to the bathroom. She also sits on the bed, picking up his shirt on the floor to put on, because the room is a little cold. It's a little big for her and it smells like him - Irene loves it.

While she ties her hair in a bun on top of her head, she looks at the piano in the corner of the room. It’s closed, looking a little old. Junmyeon comes out of the bathroom, and follows her gaze.

“Do you play?” Irene asks him.

He makes a face.

“Not much.”

She raises an eyebrow at him.

“So why do you have a piano in your room?”

Junmyeon gets closer to the bed.

“I learned it when I was little, my mother used to play. These are the only things I have from our old house, this piano and the books.”

Irene kneels on the bed, holding his hands.

“Will you play for me?”

Junmyeon hesitates, but in the end nods, going to the other side of the room. Irene gets up and leans against the desk to watch him up close.

He opens the piano, wiping off some of the dust on the keys. He doesn't start playing immediately, and Irene wonders if Junmyeon also has painful memories, like hers.

Of course he has. Probably more.

Junmyeon starts slowly, with one hand - the sound calm, peaceful. It gets faster eventually, but not enough to break the flow of the song.

It’s beautiful, and sad. Irene feels it deep in her heart.

When Junmyeon finishes, his fingers are shaking a little bit, Irene can see. She approaches him, hugging him from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder. Junmyeon touches her arm.

“It was beautiful.” she tells him, and he turns his face to look at her.

Irene sits on the piano bench next to him, watching as Junmyeon holds her hands.

“Can you promise me something, Irene?”

She feels tightness in her chest, but doesn't deny it.

“No matter what happens, remember this. Remember that what I feel for you is real. And it will always be.”

Irene doesn't say anything, her breath caught in her throat - she doesn't want to cry, right now. So she nods, leaning down to kiss him.

“I promise.” She says against his lips, feeling the tightness in her chest increase. “I promise.”

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The next morning, all hell broke out.

They were eating breakfast together, laughing at how Chanyeol was insisting on saying that Jongdae had cheated in their chess game. Jongin, Sehun and Baekhyun were spurring all the teasing, while Junmyeon smiled, trying to appease the situation, one arm resting on Irene's shoulder - and she had never been happy like that.

Until a siren sounded in the cafeteria, and everyone's expression changed.

“X-EXO TRESPASSED THE BORDER. THEY ARE GETTING CLOSE TO THE ELYXION.”

“Jongdae, go get the car.” Junmyeon instructed immediately. “Baekhyun, you go ahead with Jongin, stop what you can. Take Chanyeol with you.”

Everyone moved to do as they were told, and Irene held Junmyeon's arm, a concerned expression on her face.

“Junmyeon.”

He held her face and smiled, reassuring.

“It's all right. We'll be fine.” He kissed her quickly, before walking away. “Come on, Sehun.”

Irene watched helplessly as the two men left the scene.

Again, she was left alone, waiting.

Again, Irene felt useless, unable to do anything.

But couldn't she?

Would she stay the rest of her life hidden in the Elyxion, pretending that there were no things she needed to deal with?

No, she wouldn't do that. She couldn't do that.

Irene ran up to the medical floor, looking for Taeyeon. She found the doctor talking to one of the nurses in the hall, and interrupted them without apologizing.

“I need to talk to you, Taeyeon.”

It probably sounded urgent, because Taeyeon dismissed the nurse and looked at her.

“What is it?”

“The boys went out. They went out for a fight with X-EXO.”

“Yes, I heard the siren...”

“I have to go there.”

Taeyeon frowned.

“What?”

“I have to go there, Taeyeon. And you need to help me, because I don't have a pass card for the garage.”

The doctor shook her head.

“Are you insane? You can't go to a battlefield...”

“Listen to me, Taeyeon. I have to go there. I can't stay here hiding anymore, I have to go talk to him-”

“With who? X-EXO?” When she didn't answer, Taeyeon looked incredulous. “That's impossible.”

“It's not impossible for me. I have to try. For Junmyeon. For Baekhyun.” Taeyeon's expression turned serious, and Irene continued. “For all of them. Please, you have to help me.”

Taeyeon was still serious, and didn’t seem sure of that, but she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Wait for me by the elevator in the end of the hall.”

Irene nodded, leaving.

She knew they didn't have time, and with each passing moment, Irene became more restless.

Taeyeon didn’t take long to appear, without her lab coat and wearing a simple shirt and pants, like the ones Irene wore. She pressed the elevator button and the two entered, the doctor placing the pass card on the elevator reader.

“I’ll drive.” she told Irene. “If you’re driving they won’t let you leave the compound.”

Irene was a little surprised that Taeyeon wanted to go. But she didn’t say anything, just anxious for them to leave.

Taeyeon took the key to one of the trucks, and the two got in, driving to the exit. The guards at the exit stopped the car, but when they saw Taeyeon driving, they let her pass.

And then she sped up.

If X-EXO had already crossed the border, Irene knew they wouldn't be far from there - but even so, the ten minutes they drove seemed much longer. From afar, there were already signs of the battle.

When they were able to see the men fighting, Taeyeon stopped the car, and Irene opened the door to get out.

“Wait!” the woman held her arm. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going there.”

“And what, just get in the middle of the fight? This is crazy, Irene!”

Irene looked at her.

“I've been there, believe me. Stay here, keep an eye on anyone in need of assistance.” and without waiting for a response from the doctor, she ran.

There was already a lot of smoke in the place, and Irene walked between the wreckage of the buildings, careful to not be noticed. Explosions were taking place near her, and a thunder cleared the sky.

Hidden, Irene watched the fight scene. Not far from her, Chanyeol was fighting Baëkhyun, but her eyes immediately found Junmyeon, who was having a one-on-one dispute with Suhø. Approaching behind them, Sehůn was coming, and was ready to attack, she could see.

He was going to get Junmyeon while he was distracted by Suhø.

Irene couldn't let that happen.

She ran, entering the battlefield.

“Sehůn!”

There was a lot of noise in the place, but he could hear her - she knew. The man turned, looking at her.

He looked genuinely shocked.

“Irene...”

“Stop it, Sehůn. Stop this fight.”

The man came over, holding her arms.

“You’re alive.”

She took a breath.

“Yes.”

Sehůn frowned in disbelief.

“How? We thought you were dead, but we never found your body...”

“Irene!” Junmyeon shouted from where he was.

The two looked to the side, at Junmyeon's worried face, and Sehůn's expression started to change with recognition.

“Were you with them?”

“Sehůn, listen to me...”

“Were you with them?” Sehůn shouted, shaking her, but suddenly he was no longer there, being thrown away.

Junmyeon was in front of her, holding her face.

“Are you okay?”

Irene nodded, out of breath - but then Sehůn was already coming towards them, pushing Junmyeon. She screamed, falling to the floor.

“Well, well, well.” she heard a voice, and saw Suhø beside her. “Who would know? And I thought your type was Sehůn.” He gave a half smile, his blue eyes glinting. Suhø held her chin, turning Irene's face to speak in her ear. “You didn't have to go that far, Irene. You just needed to ask me.”

She shuddered, trying to get away from him, but Suhø held her face tighter.

“Things will be very interesting when we get back.”

A fireball came towards them, and Suhø had to move away to defend himself with water. Irene took the opportunity to run, but hit someone in the chest, who held her.

“Noona.” Jongin said, and she felt relief. He had a cut on his neck that was bleeding. “What are you doing here?”

Irene looked at the direction of the battlefield, where Sehůn and Junmyeon were still fighting.

“I need to go there.”

Jongin held her arm.

“You can’t. Junmyeon hyung asked me to take you back.”

Irene looked at him.

“Jongin, please. Sehůn...” She stopped, seeing a drone fly over them. “Jongin, get out of here now.”

“What?”

“Jongin-”

It was too fast, the way he was thrown away. Suddenly, Kāi was on top of the boy, but Jongin was managing to defend himself, their fight invisible to the human eye.

Irene ran again, to where Sehůn and Junmyeon were.

“Sehůn!”

“Get out of here!” Junmyeon shouted at her, but Irene continued.

“You won’t win this! Nobody will win this!”

Junmyeon ran towards her, holding her by the waist so she wouldn't get any closer. Sehůn stayed where he was.

“You changed your beliefs that fast, after being with them?”

“I didn't go there because I wanted to.” she said. “You left me to die...”

“We didn’t! We didn't know you were alive!”

“Baëkhyun knew it! He told me he would come back, but he never came.”

Sehůn frowned.

“Chën's cameras captured the thunder and the explosion in that building. There was no way anyone would survive that.”

“But I did. I survived, and they saved me.” He didn’t say anything, so Irene continued. “It doesn't have to be like this, Sehůn. You don't have to fight each other…”

“And then what? Let’s live happily ever after?” His expression was dark. “I can’t. I won’t. We’re going to destroy every single one of them, and anyone that gets in the way.”

“Sehůn...”

But he was no longer listening to her, starting a hurricane with his wind. Baekhyun, who was closer, tried to stop him, but a piece of steel coming from the hurricane hit his head, and the silver-haired boy fell on the floor unconscious.

“We have to go, now!” Junmyeon shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, pulling Irene as he ran. She tried to look back.

“But Baekhyun...”

“Jongin already got him.” Junmyeon said, and she hadn't seen when, but it was true.

As they ran back to the car, Sehůn's hurricane got bigger, and Irene realized at that moment, that there was nothing she could do to change that situation.

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The halls were silent.

It was a stark difference to all the noise they heard earlier, and Irene’s ears still hadn’t got used to that.

She stopped in front of the window of the room that Baekhyun was in, on the medical floor. He was lying on the bed, still unconscious, and Chanyeol hadn’t left his side since they arrived. Taeyeon was there too, keeping her distance, but her eyes never left the boy in the bed.

Irene closed her eyes for a second.

Maybe, if she hadn't gone, none of this would’ve happened. She thought she could’ve done something to help, but in the end, that situation was way beyond her hands.

After they left, X-EXO also withdrew, with many members injured to continue moving forward. But Sehůn's hurricane had left a trail of destruction in its path.

Irene left the hall, going to the roof. It was already dark, and all the lights she could see came from the compound. In the surroundings, everything was complete darkness.

“And then what? Let’s live happily ever after? I can’t. I won’t. We’re going to destroy every single one of them, and anyone that gets in the way.”

Sehůn's words continued to echo in her mind throughout the day.

Somehow, he was right. They couldn't stop it now, they had gone too far. It was foolish of Irene to think otherwise.

The hate placed on those boys was too deep.

She heard a sound coming from the stairs, and seconds later, Junmyeon appeared. He didn’t have any serious injuries, just a few scratches, but still, he looked extremely tired. He sat down next to her but said nothing, watching the dark sky.

Irene looked at him for a moment.

“I'm sorry.”

He turned to her.

“I thought I could’ve changed that.” She continued. “I guess I can't.”

Junmyeon reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers.

“You being there scared me so much, Irene. For a moment I thought I was going to lose you.”

She sighed, and her breath was a little shaky.

“I didn't want to keep hiding here, behind you. Now, they know where I am, they know who I'm fighting with.”

Junmyeon looked at their hands.

“I guess there’s no going back now.”

Irene shook her head, slowly.

“No.” she pauses. “But there was no going back since the moment I fell in love with you.”

He looked at her, and Irene continued.

“I can't hate them. I was trained to do everything against you, but now I can't either. I care too much about each one of you. But I can't just turn those feelings over to them. I can’t.”

“I’m not asking you to hate them.”

“I know.” she smiles sadly. “I know you’re not. Despite that, I know that I need to make a decision.”

Junmyeon's expression is concerned, and Irene knows that he’s worried about her. For her. This realization hits her even harder, makes Irene even surer of the decision she makes.

“I choose you, Junmyeon. Above all, I choose you.”

She’s crying now, tears rolling down her cheek before she knows it. Junmyeon holds her face, wipes her tears with his thumb. He leans forward, resting his forehead against hers.

“We will be together, no matter what happens.” he tells her, and Irene nods. “I choose you, Irene. I choose you.”

They kiss, feeling the salty taste of her tears, and Irene knows that their path will be difficult, it will be painful - but they’ll be fine.

As long as they’re together, they’ll be fine.

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Artificial Heart

Genre: Request

Pairing: Hongbin x reader

A/N: It was nice to write for this group agian.

“No, no. Like this.” You stretched out your lips, using the muscles under your skin to pull the corners up. A smile wasn’t hard for you, but for some reason, it was harder than holding up the world for the android in front of you.

He tried once again, but it came out a little too straight and a little too strained. It didn’t meet his eyes. They were as dead as they were synthetic. You let out a sigh, shoulders slumping in defeat.

“Did I do something wrong?” the android – named Hongbin – asked.

You shook your head. “No! Of course not! It’s just going to take some time. Certain things couldn’t be programmed in your chip, so they’ll just have to be learned.”

Although, even as the word left your mouth, you were sure there were some things that he could never learn. Due to his artificial nature, emotions would always be out of his grasp. Sure, he could learn to mimic them, but they would never be real, would they?

Hongbin blinked, his voice monotone and void of any infliction. “I’m sorry I can’t do it yet.”

Picking up your clipboard, you stood to your feet. “Don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. We’ll get there. Eventually.”

Hongbin frowned at the picture book you had opened in your lap. The two of you were sitting on the floor side by side as you read and explained the children’s fable out loud to him.

“I don’t understand. How could the slower animal win?”

It was astonishing how much progress he’d made. Just by speaking with you day in and day out, he’d learned how to convey his thoughts through stressing different words and changing the tone of his voice. He’d even started contorting his facial expressions – frowning when he was confused, raising his eyebrows when he was taken by surprise. Truly, there were times where you’d forget that he wasn’t human. And it was a scary realization when you remembered.

“Because,” you chuckled, “he took his time and stayed on the path. The rabbit, overconfident in his ability, ran around, back and forth, taunting the turtle. Because he didn’t take the time to focus on the task in front of him, he missed the finish line. That’s why we say ‘slow and steady wins the race’.”

“Slow and steady,” he repeated. Then he looked up at you. The corners of his lips turned up slightly. There was an innocence in his eyes that captivated you. “Slow and steady wins the race.”

“Yes. That’s right,” you nodded, stunned. He never failed to surprise you.

Since the beginning, you’d been on this project, overseeing every step of his manufacturing. When he woke up, your fellow scientists declared that you would be his teacher; that he needed a nurturing touch. And you were all too happy to oblige. Seeing his progress up close was fascinating, but the more he learned, the more the line between man and machine seemed to blur. The outside might be made of true human tissue, but inside was gears and wires and coding.

“But is there such thing as going too slow?” he asked.

You laughed in astonishment. “Yes. There could be times where acting too slowly or being too hesitant could work against you. A happy medium is where you want to be.”

Hongbin’s face twisted into an expression of disgusted. “A… happy medium?”

You snorted. Apparently, you’d have to be careful about the phrases you used around him.

Today was hard. And it wasn’t even your life outside of these walls that made it so. It was the person who sat on the other side of the door. Because that’s who he was to you: a person.

You had done the one thing you swore you would never do, that seemed impossible to do. You’d fallen for him. Meeting him day after day, seeing his intelligence and eagerness to learn, it had done you in. And that was okay. That was the part you could live with.

It was the fact that he could never return those feelings that stung. It was that simple yet unchanging detail that was breaking your heart.

You didn’t want to go inside today. You wanted to spare yourself, just once. You could pretend to be sick. HR new that you had plenty to use. But you knew you’d regret missing even one day with him. So, pushing away your feelings to make room for the unbiased scientist, you swiped your badge and went in.

Hongbin straightened up at the sight of you. “Good morning, Doctor.”

Unable to help yourself, you smiled at him. “Good morning, Hongbin. Did you enjoy the movies I left you?”

It was the next step in seeing how much he’d learned, what emotions and actions he could recognize in others to make himself pass as human. That, and you thought he might enjoy something else to do in this small room.

“Yes, I did,” he nodded with a grin. He smiled often now, no longer struggling to pull his artificial muscles into the expression. Then it faded. “But there’s one thing I didn’t understand.”

Sitting down on the bed next to him, you asked, “And what was that?”

“What is this ‘love’ the people kept talking about? I feel as if I have heard it before, but I don’t understand what it means?” He looked at you with eyes ready for the answer. Why, oh why, did he have to ask this on today of all days?

“Love is…,” you took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to properly define such a difficult word.

Was there really any one true definition? And what made one version more superior over the other? Love was a labyrinth of hormones and aches and irrational thoughts and actions. It made even the most upstanding and rational person do crazy things.

But it was also beautiful. It was years spent hand-in-hand. It was kindness and laughter, selflessness and ever-changing. It was good and bad, easily given up and yet rewarding. How do you translate that into words?

“Complicated,” you finally settled on. “Love is complicated.”

“I can keep up,” Hongbin declared.

You laughed. “I’m sure you can.”

Involuntarily, your hand reached up and brush his hair from his eyes. His skin felt soft under your touch, his hair swaying back over his forehead when you let it go. The realness of what you could feel fought with what your brain knew to be true.

“Love is… something that you feel inside. Sometimes it’s simply friendship – not wanting something bad to happen to that person and to want to do nice things for them because you can. Other times – the way I’m sure the movies were meaning it - it’s… a yearning for another person. You don’t feel right when they’re not around and you can’t wait to see them again. They make you laugh and smile and you want to do the same for them. You feel happiest with that person. When they touch you, there’s fire under your skin. Not one that hurts, but one that warms you up. Just holding hands makes your heart beat fast.”

“Like this?” Hongbin took a hold of your hand, hovering the intertwined fingers between you.

Now it was your turn to frown. “What do you mean like this?” Taking ahold of your other hand, he brought it up to his chest.

Right where his heart – made of synthetic tissue, you reminded yourself – had been placed you could feel an abnormal rhythm, one that was too high for his resting state. It was beating at the same pace as yours, fast and erratic. How was that possible?

Scared, you pulled away and stood up, heading for the door. “I think I should go.”

“Wait!” Too quick for you to escape, Hongbin grabbed your arm and spun you around before trapping you between the door and himself. An arm on either side kept the door closed. “Do you feel it too?”

“Hongbin, I really should-” you stopped, stunned. The android had lowered his head so he could place his ear over your heart.

“Yours is doing it, too.”

“I really should go,” you whispered.

Straightening up once again, Hongbin nodded. “But there’s one more thing. Something I saw the humans do in the movie.”

“What was-”

You couldn’t even finish before Hongbin pressed his lips against yours. The contact sent your heart into overdrive. He tasted sweet, molding perfectly against your mouth. You wanted to press it further, drink more of him in. But you shouldn’t be doing this at all. This was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

You pushed him away, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

With that you left the room, hoping and praying that no one witnessed his most human moment yet.

“What exactly are you saying?”

“I’m saying that the other scientist are marveled by his progress and want to know how to replicate it.”

You were standing in the office of the head scientist, looking down at him and his balding head as he spewed out words that you knew but didn’t understand.

“And what exactly will that entail?” you asked unabashed. Below your skin, your blood was boiling. You’d walked in to complete chaos even though everyone else was going around and acting like nothing was wrong. Suddenly, the schedule and purpose of Hongbin didn’t matter anymore. A new agenda had been created.

“We’re just going to run some tests on him,” your supervisor said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head. Pit stains were very apparent even through both his button down and his white lab coat. For a man who wasn’t well-kept, he was very smug with himself.

You gritted your teeth, not in the mood to play this guessing game. “What kind of tests?”

“Well, we need to dissect his artificial intelligence,” he explained. “It’s growing and expanding at a rate we never expected. It’s unfathomable and we need to try and understand it.”

A scoff escaped before you could stop it. “It’s because his intelligence isn’t artificial. At least, not anymore. It’s evolved.”

“And we need to find out how that happened.” Leaning forward, he folded his hands on his pristine desk. It was too pristine for a scientist with a workload he supposedly had. “Don’t worry. Once we have the information we need, we’ll put him back on schedule.”

That would have made you feel better, if it weren’t for one little word he’d used earlier. “When you say dissect….”

“I mean exactly that.”

“So you’re going to put him through extreme brain surgery?”

Your supervisor shrugged. “It’s how we’ll get the information. I almost feel bad for the thing. He doesn’t respond to anesthetics so he’ll be awake while we do them.”

No. No.

Keeping your face as neutral as possible, you nodded and left the office. Nearly every fiber of every muscle in your body was shaking. It disgusted you how they didn’t care. They didn’t care that he would be alert, able to feel every prick and cut as they tore into him.

You couldn’t let that happen to him. He deserved more. He deserved a chance at a real life. He may have been created in a lab rather than a mother’s womb, but that didn’t make him any less human. There was a soul behind those eyes and they would get a chance to see the sun.

You waited until everyone had left. The only personnel still around were the cleaning crew and nightly security that played more online poker than actually watched the cameras. An eeriness fell over the empty hallways as you hurried towards Hongbin’s room, still keeping at a walking pace as to not raise any alarm in case someone really was watching.

As you entered inside, you held the door open and motioned for him to come.

“What are you doing here?” Hongbin asked as he stood to his feet.

“Come one!” you hissed. “We don’t’ have much time.”

“(y/n), what is going on?”

You looked at him with determination, knowing that he would trust you every step of the way, even if you had to live the rest of your lives as fugitives.

“I’m getting you out of here.”

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