#and I felt disgusted when I went to the grocery store the other day and was visually attacked by red balloons and flower arrangements galore

[artemisiatridentata]

single people who hate Valentine’s Day are corny. die in my arms

[hwangism143]

love is embarrassing

synopsis: in which chan shows you that love is so much more than what you believe.

pairing: idol!chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: jealousy, mentions of eating and rain, suggestive if you squint, small injuries, death of a pet

word count: 852 words

now playing: love is embarrassing - olivia rodrigo

requested: by @15092000volcano (have your own requests? find the prompt list here)

a/n: berry is very much alive, i just had to kill her off for plot purposes (pls don't kill me). also, lmk what you think of this fic!

"my god, love's embarrassing as hell"

You always believed the endeavor of love to be pointless. You had read the classics and watched the movies, distrust seeping into your being. How could love be worth it? How could love be worth death and sacrifice; how could it be worth endless pain and optionally putting oneself through torture?

It wasn't like love was helping pay the bills. Romeo and Juliet wasn't a tragedy due to romance in your eyes, it was a tragedy brought forth by lack of common sense, as simple as that.

That was when a young, elementary school you had finally come up with a hypothesis that would stick around with you longer than you anticipated: love is embarrassing.

And yet, you can never prove a hypothesis without putting it through a test. When you finally did, you realized that love is a startling multitude of other things.

Love is temperamental, like your mood the day you walked out of the movie after yet another rom com your friend had dragged you to watch. It's temperance mimicked that of the weather, rain beating down against the windows of the café that you were stuck in, where a handsome stranger was your lone companion.

"Hi," he said sweetly, "I'm Chan. Need some company?"

Love was ugly, like your tears that flowed down your cheeks and dampened Chan's favorite black hoodie (which you never understood the differentiation behind, a majority of his articles being black). It was ugly like the sweaters Chan had brought your first Christmas together, the same ones you wore when he purposefully dangled a mistletoe over where the two of you stood.

"Where did you even find mistletoe?" you questioned with a laugh.

"I have my sources. Stick around with me long enough and I'll promise to tell you." His lips were soon on yours, sealing the deal.

Love was disgusting, your siblings pretending to gag whenever Chan ran to you and scooped you up from behind, causing an eruption of giggles to emerge from your mouth. It was almost as disgusting as the ramen you once made, giving both of you food poisoning that was no less then unfound agony.

"There is no one else I would rather be vomiting with," Chan declared boldly, as he held your hair while you heaved the contents of your stomach onto the toilet.

Love was green, the way Chan felt after he watched you hit it off with Jisung and Changbin when he invited you to the studio, nearly forgetting about him. It's green like the lettuce you picked when you both went to the grocery store right after, deciding to confront his despaired pout.

"You're jealous."

"Am not!"

"You are jealous, and may I add, you're a terrible liar."

But love was so many things coated in happiness too, right? It wasn't just the bad parts, skipped over in the dictionary and considered as profanity. It was words that made you feel like your were flying in an abyss of harmony.

Love was soft, the way Chan's apologies sounded after an argument, always apologizing first instead of chastising you for your headstrong personality. It smoothed out rough edges, the way you ran your hair through Chan's hair while he fell asleep on your shoulder.

"I love you more than you ever know," he would mumble sleepily into your neck.

Love is healing, the way Chan was when you held him as he grieved over the loss of his childhood pet but slowly picked up the pieces of himself. The small cuts and bruises that you would get from simply doing nothing and the gentle press of a band aid against your skin and Chan tended to you almost instantaneously.

"It's just a tiny cut Chan," you whined.

"Aw come on, let me pamper you," he replied.

Love is comforting, like Chan's sweaters that you wore when you stepped out of the house, his essence melting into yours. It's comfort wove into the silence that hung around you both, never awkward or unwelcoming.

"Is it weird that my favorite sound is you, even when you're quiet?" Chan asked curiously.

"Never," you told him with a laugh.

Love was passionate, the way Chan felt about music and you felt about him. The same passion translated into wandering hands and soft gasps, stolen kisses and rumpled sheets.

"Thank you for loving me," you confessed as his limbs were tangled with yours.

"Thank you for letting me love you," he replied as easily as possible.

Love to you, was an anomaly. But loving Chan and being loved by him showed you that it was the most vivid, chaotic and marvelous tapestry that one could witness in their lifetime. Love was ugly, love was beautiful. Love was disgusting, love was comforting.

Love was damning. Love was everything.

However, you knew one fact about your love that would never change, despite how multifaceted it could be. That one fact was as sure as Chan's encouraging smiles that he sent your way and as steady as his breathing when he laid beside you at night.

Your love would always belong to him.

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[artssslut2]

Unexpected: Part Three

Art Donaldson x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Art is by your side through morning sickness.

Part Two

Now that the year had ended you were moved out of the dorms and into Arts family’s beach house in California. You had been very upset leaving your dorm, you blamed it on hormones, because you hated your dorm. Arts mom had accidentally revealed the news to your parents because she thought you had already told them. They were furious, you knew they would come around but they weren’t even speaking to you for the time being. Art and his mother felt terrible. Art also felt very angry for you because of how your parents were acting

“You don’t understand” you told him

“Yes I do. I’m a dad now too and when my kid makes a mistake I will never shut them out or act so immature.” He argued, you smiled thinking about how he will be such a good dad.

You and Art slept in different rooms, Art was confused why but went along with it. You had so much going on you didn’t know if you could also deal with the repressed feelings you had for your best friend. You always had a feeling that Art loved you, everyone did. But still you were scared that if you told him you loved him he would feel like he has to say it back because of the baby.

Lately you had been feeling incredibly sick, every part of your body ached and you were nauseous almost all the time. You looked and felt disgusting, but art was by your side holding your hair back for you everyday. He felt helpless, he always knew how to help you but not this time.

It was evening when art came home from the grocery store. You were in bed where you had been most of the day, art knew where to find you.

“Hey, I got you some stuff.” Art peaked his head into your room “it might make you feel better” he came in quietly like he was a little mouse. He sat on the foot of your bed and you sat up slowly trying not to trigger vomit. Art sat the bag on the bed, and pulled out some items he got.

“Whats all this Art?” You asked curiously as you looked at crackers, teas, pretzels, popsicles, Gatorade and what looked like over the counter medicine.

“I did some research on morning sickness and stuff, I also talked to my mom. Everyone said This stuff might help ease it a little bit.” He told you with sympathetic eyes, you smiled sweetly at the gesture.

“You did all that?” You asked,

“Yeah I mean it’s the least I could do” he said shyly trying not to blush

“You’re the best Art, thank you.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked you fingers. He looked at you and almost confessed his feelings in that moment but he stopped himself. You felt it too though, your heart fluttered and there was a silence,

“You got a hairbrush in there too?” You said changing the subject, art let go and stood up

“Let me grab one for you.” He went into the attached bathroom and opened a drawer, you didn’t care if he went through your things you both already knew everything about each other and have seen every part of each other. Art found one and walked back to your bed you turned the tv on.

“Here let me help you” he said nudging your shoulder so you would scoot up so he could come behind you. Art crawled behind you, you rested back on his chest as he started to brush your hair for you. He was so gentle and careful not to hurt you. Art was putting your hair into a braid, something you taught him to do years ago. You could feel yourself grow tired, the soft sounds from the tv and the sensation of Art doing your hair was making you drift off to sleep. Art could tell, he started to pull away and move but you grabbed his arm

“Stay… Please.” You mumbled half asleep. Art waited a second and then nodded his head and fell back behind you. You melted into your best friend as he wrapped his arms around you. You matched your breathing with his, he petted your hair and scratched you back just like you liked. Peace filled your body feeling his touch.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but it was enough for Art to think you were asleep,

“I’m so in love with you y/n.” He whispered before continuing his slow breathing.

You wanted to say it back to him but he thought you were asleep. You didn’t want him to be embarrassed. What would it mean for you two if you said it back? You would tell him soon but for now you were going to sleep peacefully in his arms.

[alisdarkwrites]

Yan mahito drabble/story

Tw: non-con touching, noncon, stalking, insecurity

All I can think of currently is yan! Mahito with a chubby darling.

You started seeing him a few months ago. He was just there. Following you. Always watching. Not giving you any personal space. You eventually realized that he wasn’t a figment if your imagination when he started laying in your bed. You could feel him up against you. He would always wrap his arms around you. Hold you and snuggle his head into the crook of your neck.

He could tell you were terrified and that made it better. It made it more fun. But it got worse when he started talking to you. Asking about your day, even though he had followed you for half of it. Or all of it.

No matter where you went he followed you. It didn’t matter where it was. He was almost always there with you. The grocery store? He’s hovering behind you, trying to figure out what you always bought from the store. The doctors office? He’s following you back and watching the entire thing. Afterward asking what the doctor was doing. He’s even follow you to places like cafés, outings with your friends, and even other people houses or apartments.

Most of the time you wouldn’t respond to what he was asking. At first, because he would nag you until you caved and answered his questions. And if that didn’t work? He would pin you somewhere and put his hands under your clothes. You’d usually start crying and then cave. It felt so violating to have his hands there. You’d usually cry for hours afterward. It made him feel.. bad? He didn’t know what it was but he guessed it was guilt.

Even when he did try to give you affection you rejected it. He couldn’t stand it. He loved you. He was obsessed with you. Why would you deny his affection. Then he realized! You were just insecure! He always heard you make remarks about how you were disgusting and he finally knew the reason you would accept his affection! You couldn’t accept how pretty you were!

One night you were laying in bed. Mahito cuddling you from behind. You had gotten a bit used to it. But then he started putting his hands under your shirt. He unclasped you bra and pulled it off. Then he tore you shirt. You tried to push him away but he was so much stronger. You couldn’t fight him. You were confused. He’s never done this before.

For hours he pounded you. Saying it was a ‘punishment’ for being “stupid” and “not being able to see how pretty you were”

This wasn’t the best but I tried

[kaleldobrev]

I Finally Get It

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Dean thinks he looks like a character from one of your favorite slasher films. You on the other hand...don't see the resemblance.

Original Prompt: Requested by @flory-alexandra | Hi, can you do something similar to -Spitting image-, but with Jensen's character from My Bloody Valentine

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Fluff, Dean & reader acting like children, Jealous Dean & reader

Authors Note: Okay, despite the fact that I absolutely loved both prompts, I decided to go with the My Bloody Valentine one because I don't think that movie gets as much love as it deserves as a slasher film (okay maybe I'm bias, but Jensen did great in that film!!). Plus, Halloween is coming up in like a month and this is right around the time I start watching my horror movies and My Bloody Valentine is on my list to watch every single year | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Dean as Soldier Boy version

For as long as you could remember you’ve always loved horror movies. You loved the cheesiness, the bad special effects, the horrible acting — just the camp of it all. Horror movies always brought you a strange sense of comfort and you couldn’t really pinpoint why; not until a couple of years ago anyway. “I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy is going to lose,” which is something that Dean said on a hunt a few years back that really seemed to resonate with you. That strange comfort that you always felt when it came to these movies started to click, make sense. This life — the hunting life, the bad guy losing wasn’t always a guarantee.

Horror movies was one of the initial things besides hunting that you and Dean had bonded over. It started out as going to one of your rooms when an All Saint’s Day marathon was on — lying in bed together binging on pizza, chips, soda, and beer. Then it evolved — evolved into asking one another if they wanted to watch a movie together because one of you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night. It evolved yet again — evolved into date nights once a week.

Today was the day, it was yours and Dean’s date night. Not only was it date night, but it was your week to pick the movie the two of you were going to watch. When it came to horror movie date night, you and Dean always alternated when it came to picking what movies you were going to watch. Although you enjoyed the movies that he tended to pick during his weeks, he always went with the same couple of movies; such as All Saint’s Day 4: Hatchet Man Lives, All Saint’s Day 5: The Search for David Yaeger or Hell Razer’s II: The Reckoning. Although you loved all three movies (thankfully you were able to convince him to no longer pick Hell Razer’s II — and for obvious reasons when you two started dating), you wished he picked something different; and that’s why you always cherished the weeks you had gotten to pick, as you rarely picked the same two or three movies.

As you were in the kitchen preparing some of the food for date night, Dean walked in with a few grocery bags in hand and placed them onto the counter that you were prepping food on. Looking up at him, he gave you the biggest grin as he watched you chopping up food on the cutting board. “Smells good Sweetheart. Whatcha making?”

You continued to chop away, your movements with the knife getting a tad faster. “I found this recipe on Pinterest that I wanted to try. It’s like this horror themed soup dish.” You said, bringing the vegetables you just cut up and placed them into the pot behind you.

“What’s in it?” He asked as he started taking out the beer he had just gotten from the grocery store out of the grocery bags.

“Lots of vegetables,” you began, Dean’s face scrunching in slight disgust, “and of course meat.” His face relaxed. “Vegetables won’t kill you Dean. It wouldn’t kill you to eat some once in a while.”

“I’m a warrior Y/N. Warrior’s don’t eat vegetables.” He said, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“You know who else won’t eat their vegetables Dean?” You began. “Toddlers. Are you a toddler Dean?” As he opened up his mouth to speak you cut him off. “Don’t answer that.”

“So, what movie did you pick for us to watch tonight?” He asked, opening up another grocery bag — but this time it was filled with snacks.

“My Bloody Valentine,” you smiled as you started working on the meat portion of the soup.

“Which one? The eighties version or the newer version?” He asked, taking a seat on the bar stool in front of where you were currently working.

“You know which one.” You smirked.

Dean let out a small chuckle. “The newer one.” He clicked his tongue, taking a beer and opening it. “It’s cause you think that the main guy is hot.” He grinned. “Might have to ban us from watching that one like how you banned me from watching Hell Razer’s II.”

You eyed him, giving him a look. “To be fair, I never slept with the actor who plays Tom.” Dean audibly gulped at your comment, and his face dropped.

“Okay fair enough.” He said taking a sip of his beer.

Once finishing up the soup you made for the both of you, you placed it on a tray along with some garlic bread, and other assorted snacks and made your way to Dean and yours shared bedroom; something that you still couldn’t believe was actually a thing. Sharing a bedroom with him wasn’t relatively new — you’ve been sharing it with him for the past couple of months, but it still seemed so odd to you; because for a majority of the time you had been living at the Bunker, you had your own room.

Walking into the bedroom Dean was already under the covers and had a beer on both side tables: one for him and one for you. As soon as you walked in, you shut the door behind you and he looked away from the television, giving you the biggest smile. “Let me help you with that Sweetheart,” he said getting up from underneath the covers.

“I got it don’t worry.” You said as he made his way toward you.

Placing his hands on the tray he said, “I insist,” and he smiled a reassuring kind of smile.

“Okay, if you insist.” You said, removing your own hands from the tray so it was only him holding it. Before he walked away he leaned in and gave you a quick peck, almost forgetting that there was a tray of hot food between the two of you that was easily spillable.

“So I already have the movie set up on the title screen, and I’m already tired of seeing that Tom guy’s face.” Dean said, placing the tray of food down on the bed before getting underneath the covers.

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice Dean?” You asked, smirking as you got under the covers yourself. He looked at you with a defensive look.

“Me? Jealous? Pfft. Please.” He said, his voice radiating jealousy. “That Tom guy has nothing on me.”

“Right. Totally not jealous.” You said, slightly sarcastic. “I’m gonna press play now.”

“Fire away.” His tone still jealous.

As the two of you were watching the movie, Dean couldn’t help but notice how happy you were to be watching it. Every so often when he looked over at you, your face was just radiating this type of joy — similarly to the way you would look at him; that’s when it started to hit him. He turned to you, and your eyes were completely glued to the screen. “You really love this movie don’t you?” He asked, this tone slightly curious.

You turned to look at him briefly, keeping that same kind of joyful smile on your face. “I really do. I don’t really know why. I mean, I like the eighties version too but…I don’t know. There’s just something I like more about this version for some reason.” You said, refocusing your attention back to the screen.

“You know, I think I might have a theory.” Dean said, and you turned back to him, curious about what he had to say.

“And what’s your theory?” You asked before taking the remote and pausing the movie.

"The main guy,” Dean began, pointing to the screen — thankfully you had paused at a part where there was a clear view of the main guy’s Tom’s face. “He looks exactly like me.” You looked at him with pure confusion. “What? You don’t think so?” Dean asked.

“I mean…” You sighed a little before doing a double take between looking at Dean and looking at the screen. “I don’t really see it.” You stated.

“You don’t…you don’t see it?” He asked, sounding as if he was a little disappointed. “I mean,” that’s when Dean got up from under the covers, almost knocking the tray completely over in the process and walked over to the television screen, “look. Look with your eyes.” Dean stood there, trying his best to create the same exact angle as Tom was in in the movie.

“Look with my eyes…what else would I be looking with?” you mumbled, slightly mocking his tone before rolling your eyes. “Okay, okay.” Getting up from the bed you walked over and stood barely a foot away from Dean and the television as you eyed them both, squinting every once in a while trying to see the resemblance. “I’m sorry babe. I don’t see it.”

Dean let out a frustrated groan. “Are you even looking?” He asked, his hands gesturing between himself and Tom. “We look exactly the same.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose closing your eyes for a moment. “Of course I’m fucking looking.” You said, clearly sounding frustrated. You looked up at him again. “I’m sorry babe, I’m just not seeing it.”

“How? You’re usually good at the whole similarities thing.” He said. “Like, like how we can basically watch anything and you can tell me how this random obscure actor was in this one thing you watched like 10 years ago.”

“Dean, as much as I love the compliment, that’s something completely different.” You told him. “Besides, I don’t think I’ve even seen this guy in any other than this. He’s…he’s kind of an obscure actor. Not really popular.”

Dean took a deep breath. As much as he had wanted to continue, to continue trying to convince you how much he did look like this guy, he decided to drop it…at least for now. “Fine.” He simply said.

“Fine?” You questioned. “Huh. Thought you’d have more fight than that hon.”

As soon as you said those words, you knew you had poked the bear. “I was going to drop it. Not now!” Dean said, his voice practically animated sounding.

You looked at him with pure confusion on your face. “Dean?”

“I know how we can settle this!” He said, pointing his finger at you.

“No.” You said.

He cocked a brow. “No?”

“You heard me,” you said, pointing your finger at him now. “No.”

“What do you mean no?” He asked, he sounded confused at your response.

“We aren’t getting Sammy involved.” You said, crossing your arms. You couldn’t believe you were having this ‘argument’ or ‘debate’ with him.

“Who said I was getting Sammy involved?” He sounded offended now.

“Whenever we’re arguing or debating, you always want to get Sammy involved as a neutral party.” You said, slightly defensive.

Dean scoffed. “You get him involved just as much as I do!” He almost yelled. You knew he was right. “Ha!” He pointed, like a child who thought that they were winning an argument.

You rolled your eyes. “Can’t believe you called me out like that.” You said, feigning hurt feelings.

“Aw Sweetheart,” he began, making his way toward you. He placed a hand on your cheek and looked down at you, giving you a gentle smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” He said, his voice calm.

“Hmm, and how are you going to do that?” You asked. Your own voice starting to become calm.

“Like this.” He started to lean down inches away from your lips, and you could smell a slight hint of beer on his breath. “As soon as we get this debate of ours settled,” he whispered before booping you on the nose.

You looked at him confused because he’s never done that to you before; you’ve only ever done that to him. “Did you just…boop me?” You asked, your voice matching the confused look.

“I sure did Sweetheart.” He grinned. “No wonder you do it so much, it’s actually kind of fun.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Dean Winchester?” He couldn’t help but laugh at your question.

“Come on Sweetheart, let’s go get Sammy.” He said before he started making his way out the bedroom. “Sammy!” He yelled.

“Dean!” You yelled, practically chasing after him down the hallway. “If I say I agree with you, will you not bother Sam?” You asked. “I kinda just want to get back to date night.”

Dean stopped dead in his tracks, and you almost slammed into him. “Shit.” He mumbled, turning around to look at you. “I’m ruining date night aren’t I?”

His facial expression that was once full of triumph quickly turned into hurt. “No, you’re not ruining date night Dean.” You reassured him. “It’s just…” you sighed. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s ask him tomorrow okay?”

He looked at you and you held out your hand ready to shake his. “Deal.” He said as the two of you shook on the compromise.

Later that night, as the two of you were lying in bed you couldn’t sleep. You couldn’t help but stare at the ceiling, looking at the crack in it that Dean has yet to fix. You let out a sigh and looked over at Dean who was sound asleep, softly snoring away lying on his stomach, his face in your direction.

Your hand instinctively touched his hair, almost pushing it back despite his hair not nearly being long enough to do that. But you did it anyway as you loved playing with his hair — the same way he loved playing with yours (although he would never admit it).

“Love when you do that,” Dean mumbled, his eyes still closed. “Can’t sleep Sweetheart?”

“Not really,” you admitted. “Just…just have a lot on my mind.”

“Want to talk about it?” He asked, his voice still slightly full of sleep.

“It’s just…” you sighed, hating what you were about to say as you were staring at his sleeping face — a face that you’ve examined so many times. “You were right.”

His eyes started to flutter open more, trying to get rid of the sleepiness. “Right about what?” He asked.

“About earlier.” You said; you couldn’t help but look at those green eyes of his, much similar in color to that of the actor who played Tom in the movie. “You…you look like the guy that plays Tom.”

A grin formed on his face at he looked at you. “What changed your mind Sweetheart?” You thought he’d be more excited about your admittance of him being right, but you guessed it was probably because he was still relatively half asleep.

“Just staring at your face.” You said. “God that sounds so freaking creepy.” You let out a small laugh.

“You’re hot, I’ll let it slide.” He joked. “So this means we don’t have to subject Sam to a horror movie tomorrow uh?”

“No. I think he’s safe for another week.” You let out a small laugh.

“Can I ask you something?” Dean was fully awake now.

“Anything.” You smiled, still playing with his hair.

“My theory before.” He said.

“That’s not a question Dean.” You said, he rolled his eyes.

“Was my theory right though? The reason you enjoy it so much is because I look like the guy?” He asked.

“Dean, I didn’t even realize you looked like him until like five minutes ago.” You said, a bit more sass than you had intended to have. “You know, what even brought you to that theory anyway?”

“Now it’s my turn to sound creepy,” he let out a small chuckle before continuing. “I was just staring at your face. The same way you looked at him is the exact same way you look at me.” He explained.

“You somehow made it less creepy.” You scoffed, slightly amused. “You know, I never realized I looked at you a certain way.” You cocked your head a bit to the side. “How do I look at you by the way?”

“Like I’m the hottest person that you’ve ever laid your eyes on.” He winked.

“Now that doesn’t seem right at all.” You teased. “You really do notice the small details uh?”

“Sure do.” He said. “Especially when they come to you.” You couldn’t help but smile softly as this comment. You leaned in and kissed him, the two of you smiling into it.

“I love you,” you whispered, unprompted.

“I love you too Sweetheart,” he said back.

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[ponyosmom35]

Meeting

Homelander x original female character

synopsis: Lydia snaps and loses control. When Homlander is sent to investigate he's surprised to see a girl, he's even more surprised by the need he felt to take care of her.

warnings: TW CHILD ABUSE, cursing, death, fire, loss, blood, gore, angst

link to master list: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

"Lydia, let's go," calls the voice of her little sister Riley as she runs through the forest, stopping to look back at Lydia who was lagging behind.

Lydia smiles and jogs slightly to catch up. She wraps her arm around Riley's shoulder and walks with her, listening as she recounts her last day of 8th grade. "So, how does it feel to be a high schooler officially?"

"I don't know," Riley shrugs. "I feel the same."

"I'm sure it'll be different once you start school in the fall," Lydia muses.

"No, I don't even want to think about that!" Riley responds loudly, feigning disgust.

Lydia rolls her eyes as they enter the familiar clearing in the woods where they spent most of their afternoons. They had stumbled upon it once while walking home from school and declared it their 'special place.' Lydia had even carved their names into the rock at the center of the clearing.

The woods had become a safe space for the two siblings. They knew that the longer they stayed away from home, the safer they would be. By now, their father had been drinking since 2 PM after he got off work. If they managed to stay away from the house for another two hours, he should be knocked out on the couch, bottle of scotch in hand.

Lydia watches as Riley sets her things down and continues to ramble while pulling out her notepad. The older sister sighs in exhaustion. She had been working all day at her local grocery store and barely made the bus. She ended up being twenty minutes late to pick up Riley, and her head was pounding from lack of food and fatigue. Lydia wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up in bed, but she needed to make sure Riley got her homework done before they went home. Then she would have to make dinner (if they had any food) and sleep for 1.5 hours before heading to her second job at the diner a few blocks away from their trailer.

This had been her life for the past two years. After she graduated high school, she knew that college was completely out of the question. She couldn't leave Riley alone to deal with their father. Jordan Jones was a bastard, known around town as the drunk who hadn't been sober a day in his life. Jordan was bearable when Lydia was young, back when her mother was still around, things were fine. However, the summer before her first year of middle school, her mother left and never came back. Jordan changed after that, drinking his life away and spending nearly all their money on alcohol, night after night. He became violent, taking his anger out on the two girls who reminded him far too much of their mother. Some nights he would be waiting for them, belt in hand. Others, he would ignore their existence until they made a noise too loud, then it would be war. Lydia was 12 when it started, Riley just 6. At the age of 12, Lydia Jones was forced to grow up overnight. She became Riley's sole caretaker, doing whatever she could to give her younger sister a semi-normal childhood.

But it all changed on a particularly cold winter night. Jordan Jones returned home to find the girls huddled together, trying to stay warm. He had been surprisingly calm as he entered the room. He bent down in front of Lydia, and she noticed a needle in his hand. Her eyes widened as he gripped her body. She begged him to let her go, but it was too late; he shoved the mysterious blue liquid-filled needle into her arm. Lydia blacked out after that. She didn't awaken for three days, only finding out later that she had been running a fever, her body hot to the touch. She felt as though her skin was melting off. She spent the night clawing at it, trying to rid herself of the intense burning sensation. Three days had passed before she began to feel normal once more. It had been an agonizing 72 hours, many times where she wished to be dead. It was only then that she found the paperwork on her father's dresser. He had injected her with some drug called 'Compound V' in order to receive a sizable amount of money. Her eyes read through the potential side effects, and her stomach churned. She moved into the kitchen, noticing the brand-new bottles of alcohol placed around, and her eyes filled with tears. He had signed her life away without a second thought, all for more liquor.

Her powers began to manifest in little ways at first. Whenever she walked into a room, the temperature would rise. She made chicken nuggets for her sister and accidentally brushed against the hot pan, but her skin did not blister and burn; it remained pure and clear. As the winter months passed, Lydia felt the heat of the sun on her face, and she felt stronger than ever, like she was untouchable. It was the summer before seventh grade, at the age of 13, that she discovered what the drug had done to her after she set her hairbrush on fire.

Never once did her father discuss what he had done to her. She doubted he even knew she had changed. He had seen a way to make money and signed his name, without bothering to wonder why Vought would be paying to test a drug on children. She decided then and there she had to keep it a secret. She was a supe, just like The Seven. But she knew that she could never be one of them; she wasn't cut out to be a real hero, she wasn't brave like Queen Maeve, or strong like Homelander. She was a nobody, and she knew that protecting her secret was the best way to keep her sister safe until she could get them both far away from her father.

Now, seven years later, Lydia learned she was capable of a lot more than just setting things on fire. She had been practicing during the few hours she had after work. Her sister watched her in awe as Lydia absorbed the light from the sun and created a ball of fire in her hands. She glanced over at Riley's face, smiling at her larger-than-life smile.

"Work on your homework," she said before allowing the fire to expand between her fingers.

"How could I? You're playing with fire," Riley giggled.

"Now, Ry," she warned.

Riley grumbled under her breath, and Lydia rolled her eyes. She turned her focus back on the fire and manipulated it, spinning the dancing flames around her in a large circle. She noticed her younger sister's gaze still on her and sighed, knowing that she would never do her homework while Lydia tried to practice. She dimmed the flames and put them out completely before moving over to her sister and leaning against the rock.

"What do we have today?"

"Okay, so for this assignment I have to write about my hero and why I chose them."

"That's cool. Who'd you pick? Let me guess, Queen Maeve?" Lydia asked.

"Nope."

"A-Train?"

"No."

"Black Noir?"

Riley laughed. "No!"

"Jesus, is it Homelander?"

"He's your favorite, not mine."

"Okay, so tell me who it is," Lydia asked, crossing her arms.

"I chose you," Riley said earnestly.

Lydia stared at her in shock as her throat tightened. She fought tears as she smiled warmly. Lydia wrapped her arm around her sister's shoulder and kissed her head gently. "You did?"

"Yeah, I mean I was gonna choose Queen Maeve but I thought about it and realized that she's never done anything for me. You take care of me, you keep me safe, not Maeve or Homelander or anyone else."

"I'll always keep you safe, Ry. That's my job," Lydia said gently. "Thank you for choosing me."

---

The next few hours flew by quickly. The sun had set long ago, and the sisters walked side by side on the long gravel road that led to their dilapidated mobile home. As they got closer, they could see a figure on the porch. It was their father, bottle in hand, seemingly waiting for them. They paused, and Lydia pushed Riley behind her as he stood, walking over to them.

"Where the fuck have you been?" he demanded.

"I got off work late and missed the bus," Lydia lied easily.

"Bullshit," he snapped, causing both girls to flinch.

Jordan gritted his teeth and walked closer to the girls, his eyes glazed over as he practically shook with rage. He gripped Lydia's arm and pulled her closer as he glared down at her, the scent of alcohol strong enough to make her want to gag.

"I called your boss. She said you got off at 3, so where the fuck were you?" he demanded.

"The—the forest, Dad," she said in a small voice.

"Speak up! I can't fucking hear you when you mumble!" he screamed.

"The forest!" she responded.

Jordan released her arm and punched her square in the face, knocking her to the ground instantly as she held her cheek. Lydia didn't stop the tears that fell down her cheeks as she whimpered in pain. Jordan rushed over to her, gripping her hair and pulling her up to her feet. She screamed in pain, and he slapped her once more.

"How many fucking times have I told you to come straight home?" he roared, spitting in her face. "Jesus fuck, how many times?"

"I don't know, Dad!" she cried.

"Fucking dumb bitch, you don't listen."

Another punch sent her to the ground, her head smashing against a rock. Lydia's body fell limp as she passed out. After nearly a minute, she began to come back to. The faint sound of yelling woke her up, and she blinked her eyes open. She brought a hand up to her forehead, feeling the sticky blood dripping down her face as her head pounded. She sits up, trying to breathe through the pain when a familiar scream causes her head to shoot up. Her eyes search frantically for Riley. She spots her father dragging her towards the steps of the house as she screams for help, and Lydia pushes herself to stand, ignoring how dizzy she was.

Lydia rushes over to them and pulls her dad’s arm back, his skin burning at the touch. He wails loudly, his grip on Riley dropping as he whips around to face her. He looks down at his burned skin and back to her. His eyes widen as he takes a step back. Lydia’s eyes were glowing orange, and her hand was encapsulated by blue flames.

“What the fuck?” he says in shock, holding his hand to his chest.

“You don’t fucking touch her,” she grits.

“What the- how is this- you fucking burned me!” her father spits out.

“Come here, Riley,” she says, ignoring her father.

“No, you stay back!” he demands, pushing them to the door. “You’re a fucking monster!”

Lydia scoffs and stares at him in amusement, all of her fear that she’d held onto for so long pushed away as she finally had the power. Now he was the one who should be scared.

“You did this to me!” she smirks. “You injected me with Compound V for money and gave me this power.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Yes, you did,” she nods, smirking as she steps closer to him. “Do you have any idea what I can do?”

The man stares at her in horror as she holds her other hand up, flames dancing around her skin majestically. The fabric of her shirt burned, leaving her in her tank top as her arms hold the fire.

“I could fucking burn you to death,” she spits.

“Help! Please, someone help me!” he calls out to their neighbors.

“Nobody can help you, Dad. Right now, it’s just you and me,” she says.

“Stop this, Lydia!” he shouts.

“Why? Did you ever stop when I begged you? When I was unconscious because you pushed me down the steps? When you broke my arm? When you beat me with your belt until I passed out?” she yells.

“Fuck,” he begins to panic as he holds his hands up.

“Lydia!” Riley’s voice calls out.

Her eyes snap to her sister’s, wide with fear. She takes a breath and closes her eyes, allowing the flames to simmer slightly, her eyes returning to their normal color.

“You have to stop this,” her sister begs.

“No, I’m done being scared of him, Riley! It’s time for him to pay for his sins.”

“That’s not up to you to decide!” Riley shouts. “Then you’re just like him!”

“She’s right, Lydia. You can’t hurt me. You don’t have it in you! You’ve always been weak!” her father taunts as sirens echo through the woods. One of the neighbors must’ve called the police.

“Shut the fuck up,” she growls.

“If you hurt me, then you’ll hurt Riley. Is that really something you wanna do?” he asks.

“Lydia Jones, put your hands in the air!” a voice screams as several police officers approach, surrounding her instantly.

“He doesn’t get to get away with this!” she yells as tears stream down her face, the rage inside of her growing by the second.

“He won’t! But you have to let us help you!”

Lydia whips around, staring at the man in anger. “Help me? How are you gonna help me? I’ve spent years walking into school with bruises. How many visits to the hospital with broken bones and stitches? Now you wanna fucking help me?”

“Lydia-”

“No, this is justice,” she says as she lights her hands on fire once again. Loud gasps and curses ring through the police as they point their guns at her.

“Drop your hands right now before we shoot!”

“Fuck you!” she yells before turning back to her father.

In the blink of an eye, several shots ring out. Searing pain in her abdomen causes her to fall to the ground. She screams in pain as her ears ring. She can barely see rough hands on her skin flip her over, putting handcuffs on one of her hands. She holds her head up to see Riley, her body crumpled on the ground. Her heart stops as the officers surround her. One of them moves out of the way, holding his hand to his mouth as he steps back, running his hands over his head. She stares at her sister, six gunshots embedded in her body. Her blood spilled onto the porch rapidly. Her beautiful blue eyes stared directly at her, yet devoid of life.

“She’s dead!”

“Riley!” she screams in horror.

“Help me sedate her!” the officer holding her yells as she begins to fight against him.

Before the officer could cuff her other hand, she flips around and grips onto his hand, burning him instantly. He howls in pain and crumples to the ground beside her. Lydia grunts in pain and pushes to her feet. The other officers swarm her, and she lifts her hand, sending a gust of fire at them. In an instant, they’re laying on the ground several feet away. She falls to the ground as the searing pain was immediate and overwhelming, as if a white-hot poker had been driven through flesh and bone. Blood poured from the wound, pulsing with each heartbeat, while the area around the injury throbbed with a deep, relentless ache. The skin felt raw and burning, and every slight movement sent jolts of agony radiating through the body. The sharp, stinging sensation was accompanied by a nauseating sense of weakness and dizziness. She grunts in pain and crawls up the porch steps, making it to her sister.

She gasps in horror and gently touches her cheek as tears fall down her cheeks. “Riley, wake up.”

She waits several seconds before dropping her head as sobs wrack through her body. “Please, Ry, don’t do this.”

“She’s dead, Lydia,” her father’s emotionless voice says. “She’s dead because of you.”

Lydia looks up at him, all of the pain and rage taking over her body in an instant. She rises to her feet and slams a burning hand on his shoulder, pulling him to his knees as he cries in agony. She places her hands on his face, watching the skin burn and melt before her eyes. His blood-curdling screams echo through the woods. She digs her fingertips into his eye sockets and burns his eyes right out of his face. His loud screaming ceases after several moments as his entire body lights in flames. The smell of burning flesh hits her nose as his body rolls down the porch steps.

Lydia looks down at her dead little sister’s face and brushes the hair out of her face. The tears in her eyes sizzle away as the fire takes over her body. In that moment, Lydia Jones channeled every memory, every punch, kick, broken bone, and sleepless night into her heart. The fury in her blood fueled the fire. Her eyes stuck on Riley’s face, as heatwaves blast through the air, growing stronger by the second. Lydia stares up at the sun as it set, the power flowing directly into her. She falls to the ground, screaming, her body releasing all its anguish in a single moment.

---

“Jesus Christ,” Maeve gasps as she steps out of the car, surveying the scorched earth that had lasted for ten miles leading up to the town. Nothing but ash remained of the small town, not a soul, nor a building to be seen. She looks over at Homelander, who holds his hands behind his back as he takes in the destruction.

“This used to be a forest?” Maeve asks.

“Yep,” he responds. “Whatever caused this took out the entire town and everything in it.”

“Fuck,” Maeve curses.

“I’ll canvas the area,” he says before blasting into the sky.

Homelander soars over the wreckage in search of ground zero. If he could find where the blast occurred, he might be able to find what caused it. He searches for several minutes before coming up to a massive hole in the ground. The area is surrounded by flames. He is barely able to make out a woman curled up in the center of it all. He frowns and lands on the ground, the wind extinguishing the fire instantly. He moves over to the hole and tilts his head, staring at the girl who had her arms wrapped around her legs, as she stares off into space. Her completely naked skin danced with blue flames. She was covered in blood, dirt, and ash.

“Miss?” he asks.

As if being snapped out of whatever trance she was in, the girl looks up at him, and her eyes widen in shock. She looks around in confusion and covers her chest. “Homelander?”

Homelander's eyes widen in surprise when the woman looks up at him, recognition in her gaze. He quickly composes himself, his expression shifting back to his usual cool demeanor. Even in the midst of all the destruction, he can't help but be struck by her beauty, the way her body is painted with blue flames and the way she looks up at him with those wide eyes.

"Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?"

“What’s going on?” she asks, clearly still in shock.

He steps closer, his eyes raking over her form as he takes in her battered and injured state. He kneels down beside her, ignoring the way the flames around her dance and flicker.

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was

"We're not sure yet," he answers, his voice low and steady. "There was some sort of explosion or something that destroyed this town and everything in its path."

“What?” she asks, holding her hands to her head. The flames on her skin extinguish, and she shakes her head several times as tears fall down her cheeks.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” he asks.

“Lydia.”

“Lydia, I’m Homelander, and I’m here to help you. But first, I need you to tell me what happened here.”

“I did this.” 

His eyebrows rise in surprise at her confession, his eyes narrowing as he studies her. He doesn't respond right away, instead taking a moment to soak in the information.

"You... did this?" he asks, his voice incredulous. "You caused all this destruction?"

“I’m a monster,” she sobs.

He kneels down in front of her, his gaze softening slightly as he takes in her distress. He reaches out, his hand hovering over her shoulder but not quite touching her. Then, he wraps his cape around her naked body, and she clutches onto it.

"You're not a monster," he says softly. "Just tell me what happened. What made you do this?"

“My... my dad, he hurt me, and the police—they came, and fuck,” she says, beginning to hyperventilate, “they killed my sister.”

His expression darkens as he listens to her words, his jaw clenching in anger at the thought of her being hurt and her sister being killed. He moves closer to her, his hand coming to rest gently on her shoulder, offering what little comfort he can.

"It's alright," he says, his voice low and steady. "Take deep breaths. You need to calm down."

“I just snapped. I didn’t know what I was doing!” she says breathlessly, closing her eyes and holding onto her head. “I’m a monster.”

He continues to hold onto her shoulder, his grip gentle but firm. He speaks softly, his tone both reassuring and commanding.

"No, you're not a monster. You're just a girl who was pushed too far. It's not your fault you lost control. You didn't know what you were doing."

He falls silent, studying her closely, his thoughts racing. He can see her pain and guilt, the way it's tearing her apart. Something about her just makes him want to comfort her, to protect her.

She looks up at him with wide, teary eyes.

He looks into her eyes, his expression softening further. There's something about her that just pulls at his heartstrings, and he can't quite explain it. He moves his hand from her shoulder, gently brushing away a tear from her cheek with his thumb.

"Shh," he says, his voice still gentle but firm. "It's alright. You're alright. I'm here."

“Kill me,” she whispers. “I deserve to die for what I’ve done.”

His eyes widen in shock at her words. He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him, his expression a mix of anger and concern.

"Don't say that," he says, his voice sharp and demanding. "You don't deserve to die. You made a mistake, but it doesn't define you."

“How can you say that? Look at what I’ve done!” she says. “I’m alone. I have nobody!”

He clenches his jaw, his grip on her chin tightening slightly. He can see the pain and despair in her eyes, and a part of him aches to take it all away. He doesn't back down, his voice firm and unwavering.

"You're not alone," he says, his voice softer now. "You have me."

She looks up at him again in shock.

He looks back at her, his expression softened slightly. He can see the surprise in her eyes, like she didn't expect him to disagree with her. He lets go of her chin, but his hand remains on her shoulder, offering comfort.

"You're not a monster," he repeats. "You're just a girl who's been through hell. You don't deserve to die; you deserve a chance to make things right."

“How?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still on her shoulder, his gaze fixed on hers. He contemplates her question, his mind racing as he tries to come up with an answer that will provide her some modicum of comfort and reassurance. He takes a deep breath, his voice steady as he responds.

"You've got powers," he says. "Powers you don't fully understand or control. But that doesn't make you a monster. It just makes you dangerous. And danger can be harnessed and channeled."

“I don’t understand. You’re not taking me to jail?” she asks.

His lips curve into a wry smile at her question. The thought of taking her to jail hadn't even crossed his mind. He could feel the power radiating off her, the raw energy that she possessed. And the more he looked at her, the more he wanted to keep her close.

"No," he answers. "I'm not taking you to jail. You need help, not punishment."

“Why are you doing this for me?”

He pauses for a moment, his hand still resting on her shoulder. He looks at her intently, his expression serious as he contemplates his answer. He wasn't sure why he was doing this for her, why he was offering her comfort and protection. It was just a feeling deep in his gut, something that he couldn't ignore. He takes a deep breath and answers.

“I can't just leave you here to fend for yourself. You need help, and I want to help you."

His gaze falls to her head, his eyes narrowing when he notices the blood and the bruise on her cheek. Concern flashes in his eyes as he steps closer, gently lifting her chin to get a better look. He runs his thumb over the bruise, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size and power.

"You're hurt," he says, his voice gravelly as he examines the wound. "You need to be checked out."

“I’m fine,” she says, gripping the cape and holding it to make sure her body is covered as she attempts to stand. She grunts in pain and falls back down, her hand falling to her abdomen.

Without hesitating, he moves closer, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her gently to her feet. He steadies her, keeping a firm grip on her as he feels how soft, curvy, and fragile she is in comparison to him. He looks down at her abdomen, noticing the way her hand moves to it, and he frowns in concern at the pain he sees etched onto her face.

"You're not fine," he says, his voice firm and commanding. "You're hurt. Let me look at it."

“Sir—” she wants to stop him, embarrassed that she is naked in front of him, but he keeps his gaze strictly on the wound.

He ignores her protest, his focus solely on the wound on her abdomen. His movements are gentle yet firm as he carefully untangles his cape from her grasp, giving him a better view of the injury. He doesn't look at her naked body, his gaze fixed solely on the wound and the surrounding area.

"Hold still," he instructs, his voice gruff but gentle. "Let me see how badly you're hurt."

“I was shot,” she admits.

His eyes widen slightly at her admission, anger and concern flashing in his gaze. He looks more closely at the wound, his hands gently moving her body to get a better view. He can see the signs of a bullet wound, and his jaw clenches in anger at the thought of someone hurting her.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, his voice tight as he surveys the injury. "You would have bled out if I hadn't found you."

“Because I deserve it,” she says as her head spins. She grips onto his bicep for support as she whimpers in pain.

He looks into her eyes, his expression hardening at her words. He shakes his head, both in disbelief and determination.

"No, you don't," he says, his voice firm. "You don't deserve to be hurt or to be left here to suffer."

He gently sweeps her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His grip is firm but careful, and he makes sure to support her injured abdomen as he lifts her.

"I'm not going to leave you," he says, his voice unwavering. "I'm going to take care of you. You're not alone anymore."

He feels her body go limp in his arms, and urgency fills him. He holds her tighter, his heart racing as he looks down at her. He can see her eyes roll back in her head, and he knows he needs to act fast.

"Hey," he says, his voice stern yet laced with concern. "Stay with me. Talk to me. Don't pass out on me, you hear me?"

He holds her tightly in his arms as he flies towards the hospital, his mind racing with worry and determination. He can feel her body growing weaker in his arms, and he's desperate to find medical help for her.

When he lands, he sees Maeve waiting for him, her expression concerned. He strides towards her, keeping the girl securely in his arms as he speaks quickly.

"She was shot," he says to Maeve. "She's losing too much blood. We need to get her inside, now."

“If she dies, you all die,” he warns as he sets her on the bed. He makes sure to keep her covered in his cape to prevent any of the men from looking at her body.

He looms over the doctors, his presence intimidating as they scramble to perform surgery on the girl. His eyes never leave the operating room, watching intently as they begin to work on her. He can feel the tension in the air, the fear and anxiety oozing off the doctors. He’s tense, his mind racing with worry and determination. He had never felt this protective over someone before, yet with this girl he just couldn't help himself. He's invested in her survival, and he'll do whatever it takes to make sure she pulls through.

“It was her, wasn’t it?” Maeve asks as she walks in, crossing her arms.

He looks over at Maeve, his gaze still focused on the operating room. He nods once, his expression serious as he responds. “Yes,” he says, his voice low and steady. “It was her. She did this.”

“I’ve never seen power like that before. She leveled ten miles of land and incinerated 6,000 people,” Maeve says.

He looks back at the operating room, the reality of her powers sinking in. He had seen the destruction she caused, the sheer scale of it all, and he had no doubt that she was capable of so much more. “I know,” he says, his voice gruff. “I saw the damage she caused. It's unlike anything I've ever seen before. The potential she has…”

“No,” Maeve says. “You can’t actually be considering bringing her back with us?”

He looks at Maeve, his gaze intense. He can sense her disapproval, her concern at the idea of bringing the girl back with them. But his mind is made up. “I am,” he says firmly, his voice steady and resolute. “She needs help. She's powerful beyond belief, and she needs someone to guide her. I can't just leave her here.”

“Since when do you care about others? You don’t know this girl, why would you want a liability with us at Vought? What happens when she does this again?”

He bites back a growl, his irritation rising at Maeve's challenge. He turns to face her, his expression hard as he responds. “She's different,” he says, his voice edged with impatience. “She's powerful and dangerous. And as for the liability, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything like this again. I'll make sure she stays under control.”

“How do you plan on doing that?”

He glares at her, his eyes narrow as he contemplates her question. He's not used to being questioned like this, but he knows he needs to answer her, needs to convince her that he has a plan. “I'll train her,” he says, his voice confident yet firm. “I'll teach her how to control her powers, how to channel them instead of letting them control her. I'll be the one who guides her, mentors her. She won't be a liability, she'll be an asset.”

Maeve laughs and crosses her arms. He clenches his jaw, irritation bleeding into his voice as he shoots Maeve a sharp glare. “What's so funny?” he snaps.

“You met the girl two hours ago and you’ve already made your claim,” she smirks.

He grits his teeth, his irritation rising at her cocky attitude. But he knows he can't afford to let his emotions get the better of him, not here, not now. “Yes, I met her,” he says, his voice strained. “And yes, I've made my claim. She's under my protection, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure she's safe and in control of her powers. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Yeah, I’m sure you will do whatever it takes,” Maeve smiles. “She’s pretty. Guess you have a thing for redheads.”

He bristles at her comment, his irritation growing as he glares at her. But he can't deny the pang of truth in her words. There was something about this girl, something that drew him to her. Maybe it was her red hair, maybe it was the fire in her eyes. But whatever it was, he wasn’t willing to admit it, not to her anyway. “Watch your mouth,” he warns, his voice low and dangerous. “This isn't about that.”

“Okay, good. Guess Deep will have a shot then. God knows he’ll be obsessed with her.”

His eyes narrow in anger at the mention of the Deep. The thought of the octopus lover ogling the girl sent a wave of possessiveness through him. He clenches his jaw, struggling to keep his anger in check. “Deep will stay away from her,” he growls. “He won't touch her, he won’t even look at her.”

Maeve smiles at him and places a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve never seen you like this before. It’s a good look on you—caring about someone.”

He feels her hand on his shoulder, his irritation fading slightly at her words. He can tell there's a hint of genuine concern in her voice, and it catches him off guard. He takes a deep breath, trying to reign in his emotions. “Don't get used to it,” he mutters, avoiding eye contact with her. “I'm just...concerned for her well-being, that's all.”

“Right, of course,” Maeve smiles. “So what’s mystery girl’s name?”

“Lydia,” he smiles to himself.

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Day 2 Updates!

So, it's been 2 days since my first shot, 2 days since I started Spiro. I thought writing about my experiences in the order they happen would be a good idea. Not only for me to look back on in the future, but to potentially help any un-cracked eggs, or anyone else just starting their journey. As anyone talking about changes, these are my experiences and everybody and every body is different, so your mileage may vary. This post is 18+ as it will be mentioning genitalia and sexual drive. Just giving that heads up.

The first thing I've noticed is the consistent mental clarity. After discovering who I am, but before my first dose, I would have long moments of mental clarity, feeling as though I truly exist and present in the world. This would eventually fade as the day went on and more crap piled onto me. However, over the past couple of days, the mental clarity has been very consistent until I got super hangry, but more on that later.

With the mental clarity, I'm already having an easier time noticing my emotions. In the before time, I was really only depressed or angry with some fleeting happiness. Now I'm just rather content or happy, with irritation and anger noticeable, but nowhere NEAR as all encompassing as it used to be.

Now, we get to the hunger. Yesterday while I work, I had lunch. Then about an hour or so later, I felt as though I hadn't eaten anything. Before getting home, I ate 2 more sandwiches. When I got home, I had a normal serving of dinner, then a pack of 10 sushi from the grocery store and a couple more snacks before finally going to bed. Until I ate my sushi, I was HANGRY. I was irritable and could only think about what I'm going to eat next. And I can already feel this starting to happen again and it's not even time for lunch!

The final thing I've noticed is I'm already producing far less mucus than I normally would. Especially during allergy season, I would regularly need to clear phlegm from my throat with the most disgusting sounds you've heard multiple times a day. And it only recently came to my attention, that I've hardly felt the need to over the past 24 hours.

Now on to the 18+ stuff, so if you're under 18 and have read up to this point, you're excused.

AHEM, my balls have already started to shrink some. The skin tends to be more wrinkled now and they don't hang nearly as low as they did. And while my penis seems to be about the same length hard, it's gotten slightly smaller while flaccid. I was hoping to get bottom surgery one day, so I guess we'll see in a couple years where it's at!

My sex drive has also changed somewhat. It seems to be easier to control, though this could be more of the fact I have a more appropriate level of dopamine buzzing around my brain. But beyond that, I feel I need to think a little bit more to get myself excited, and I've noticed some music helps with that process more than it did before my first dose.

But that's all my changes for two days! Not much, but I'm feeling incredible and I'm SO excited to see what the coming days have in store! And I'm POSITIVE I'll be updating more as I notice changes. As I said, at the beginning, I'd love to look back on this for myself one day. And maybe all of the embarrassing and possibly even gross moments might help others realize that this is a long process and that if something feels bad, it won't last forever!

[herofics]

Starting a family, part 2

This is part two to this post about Hawks finding out his s/o is pregnant. Someone on wattpad requested for more to it, so here I go

“Keigoo, I’m hungry” you whined as you waddled into the kitchen.

“What would you like?” Hawks asked as he was doing some paperwork.

He had spread his papers out on the whole kitchen table as usual and was typing something on his laptop, before closing it and looking up at you.

You were holding your belly and smiling down at it.

“Do we have some chips and nutella? I want something sweet and salty at the same time”

“I can check” Hawks said as you sat down by the kitchen table. “Is the little man doing okay?”

“They’re fine, and you do realize we don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy, right?”

“I know, I know, but I just have a feeling” Hawks smiled, before adding: “We’ve got nutella, but no chips. You want me to go get some for you?”

“I’m gonna come with you, I feel like I need to walk a little bit, I’ve been sitting and laying around for days” you said, using the edge of the table to push yourself up from the chair.

“You sure? You look like a penguin when you waddle around and even though the store is close, the trip is much longer than from the bedroom to the fridge” Hawks smirked teasingly.

“Hey, be nice” you crossed your arms across your chest and blew a raspberry at him.

“I am being nice, and realistic. Dove, your feet hurt when you walk around the apartment for five minutes and you’re not supposed to strain yourself. You’re almost eight months pregnant and I’m not carrying back you and the groceries” Hawks explained.

“Fine. I’m gonna go sit on the balcony so I can get some fresh air while you go to the store”

“I’m gonna pick up some other stuff too, do you want anything other than chips?”

“Hmm, maybe chocolate ice cream? And pickles? Uuu, and peanut butter?”

“Please tell me you’re not gonna eat all of those at once?” Hawks asked.

“Eeew, no!” you exclaimed with a hint of disgust in your voice. “Well maybe the pickles and peanut butter? It could be good” you wondered out loud.

“I have no idea how that could be good but I’ll bring you whatever you want” Hawks said and kissed you on the forehead, before going to put on his shoes.

“I’ll be quick” he yelled before shutting the door and flying off.

You sat back down on the kitchen chair and sighed. You placed your hand on your belly, hoping to feel your baby kick or move. You didn’t need to wait long until you felt movement. You could feel your lips drawing into a smile as you felt your baby move.

“Your papa went to get us some snacks. He loves us both so much, and he’s going to be a great dad” you cooed to your belly, still smiling.

The baby kicked again and your smile widened. Sure, the pregnancy had been difficult. You’d had pretty bad morning sickness in the first trimester and it hadn’t been easy, even after the morning sickness phase subsided. Your feet hurt all the time, you’d been having pretty frequent headaches and you’d developed a lot of stretch marks which made you feel a bit insecure, but you were still so happy. You were going to have a baby with the man you loved, and he was going to be a wonderful dad. You had been feeling a bit insecure about how you’d do as a first time parent, but Keigo had eased those doubts a lot. He had assured you, time and time again, that you were in this together and that you would both be there for each other and your baby.

Hawks had made his trip to the store as quick as possible, and after ten minutes, he was already starting to fly back. He’d been happily tending to your every need, and he would continue to do so as long as you wanted him to. While he was excited to be a father, he was also absolutely terrified.

His own father had been a bastard to put it lightly. Hawks never wanted to do anything that could make him like his father. He would be the best father to the baby you were carrying. His and your child would never go through anything he went through as a kid, not as long as he had a say in it.

You heard the lock turn and heard Hawks greet you as he stepped into the apartment.

“Hey, welcome back” you greeted back from the kitchen.

Hawks greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and raised the grocery bags on the table.

“You got a lot more stuff than I was expecting”

“Yeah, well I figured I’d get enough so I don’t have to go to the store for a couple of days” Hawks shrugged.

“Thank you, we love you” you smiled at him.

You grabbed Hawks’ hand and placed it on your bump. He came closer and knelt down on the floor to kiss your belly.

“I love you too” Hawks said, and kissed your belly again. “I can’t wait to meet you” he whispered to the baby.

He wasn’t going to let you or his child down. He wasn’t going to be like his father.

[noveldivergence]

Find THE WORD

Tagged by the fantastic @wiredhouse!

The words given were: Fire, metal, rose, and soul.

Since A Plague of Shadows is still so short, I instead dug into my various works for my horror series The Apostates! These all come from a work I haven't titled yet, but it's functionally a novella I love that has just stalled for awhile.

I'm sorry some of the pulled quotes are so big, but I like giving them with the full context and gravity. I actually cut some of this down LOL

Fire

“I often wonder, Doctor, if the powers that be simply do not view us with the same distant affection or disgust or disinterest as we view the worm. They see us writhing past them on the ground, in a struggle of our own naive creation, and they step on us or walk by and leave us to dry out in the sun.” “Or pick you up,” Adan half-whispered, and Alek smiled a small and wholly comprehending grin. “Or pick you up, and it is pain like you can never imagine as you move through space in new and incomprehensible ways, beholden to cosmic awe, before you are simply…” He gestured a dropping motion with his hand. “Pop. Back in the dirt, hoping you can one day perhaps understand what happened. Hoping that the pain for you was worth it. Hoping that the attention of the force that brought you to salvation through fire meant something, but ultimately ever so incapable of fully comprehending its whims.” “So you’re saying in the grand scheme of the universe, we’re worms?” “Oh no, Doctor,” Aleksander continued. “We are ever so much worse."

Metal

The soft sounds of Callie chewing on something in the living room interrupted his reverie. It sounded metallic. Adan set his coffee down quickly enough to spill it on himself, wiping his hand on his undershirt furiously as he rushed to prevent his chocolate lab from another very expensive vet visit. “Drop it! Callie, sweet girl, drop iiiitttt,” he pleaded, trying to gently prise the dog’s mouth open. A metallic clink pinged off the hardwood, and he sighed in relief. 

Rose

A Japanese robotics professor by the name of Masahiro Mori coined the term the Uncanny Valley in 1970. Though the concept was originally used to describe humanity’s discomfort with human likenesses used in robotics, it soon began to spread in use. Something about the image of a not quite human face caused an innate discomfort in the hindbrain of mankind. Some theorized that the discomfort rose from some internal undermining of human identity. Others imagined it had to do with a fear of death in the face of the non-living. Adan had generally found himself believing the “pathogen theory” of the Uncanny; the idea simply being that those small differences from humanity signaled something wrong, something unhealthy, some sort of interloper who would break the health of society or the social contract by poisoning it with disease.

Soul

Examining the table, his eyes fell onto an apple, a symbol of disobedience to God and access to forbidden knowledge in so much of the West. At the same time, it was something familiar, something safe. Something seen in different cultivars across U.S. grocery stores, created more as marketing experiments than scientific achievements. This one was a Golden Delicious. Occult wisdom tempted humanity once more to sell a soul, he thought wryly. He took the apple and raised it to his mouth. It gave way all too easily, and he expected to taste the moldering, mealy taste of an apple far past overripe. He didn’t. It was bright and unbearably acidic, pinching at his mouth like sour salt. When he looked down in his hand, the inside of the apple had the look of a typical one at first glance, but the more he stared at it, the more the trails of bitemarks broke off and spiralized into strange fractals, drawing him further into the flesh of the fruit until he couldn’t bear it anymore. As he felt himself slipping slowly into the madness of this chaos apple, it disintegrated in his hand before his mind went with it.

I put Adan through so much. Including listening to Aleksander ramble.

Anyway.

I shall now tag new hands to touch the beacon: @helperduck, @ryns-ramblings, @pixiedustandpetrichor, @winterandwords, @alnaperera

THE NEW WORDS ARE DARKNESS, LIGHT, MOON, AND WIND.

As usual if you do not want to or have time to do this, you are under no obligation! Also if I didn't tag you, then feel free to use this anyway and tag me in it.

[lgndrymuffin]

Warning: Pretty sure I have (quiet) bpd. I also haven't seen my therapist in 2 months. Keep that in mind if you plan on buckling down for this whole vent.

Trying rly hard to convince myself that it is not in fact entitled of me to feel disappointed that I was alone all day for my birthday and just got told almost two weeks later that we (my sister and HER friends) would celebrate, only for them to say that they wanted to do smth else so we couldn't do what I actually wanted (literally just play cards against humanity) but I could go with them with 30 minutes notice? And then my sister is gonna be bitchy that it took me too long to reply when I literally went to bed bc it's 7pm so I assumed we just weren't doing anything?? And then also be bitchy that I don't want to do that???

Like I can't even really be mad at her friends bc like they have no obligation to me, I'm just the autistic younger sister. I'm just honestly disappointed in her, bc

1) I actually did stuff for her birthday. We got food, drinks, I made a giant cookie ice cream cake. She had a boyfriend to take her out and I even let her wear my clothes for the date bc she never does laundry and didn't nag her abt it when she didn't give my dress back for a month.

2) My birthday was a complete afterthought to her. The day of, she came home with a grocery store pie at 10pm. Which, like, obviously I'm grateful for, it could have been nothing. But still.

3) it's like she didn't even try to get these plans sorted until the last possible second again, even on take 2 with 2 weeks of prep time knowing what it is I wanted to do.

4) I'm 95% sure the one and only reason she suggested plans tn is because she felt guilty last week that she convinced me to take her to a restaurant bc she was "hungry and on her period" and then said she didn't have any money so I'd have to get it this time and she would get these plans that we're not even going to now. (Our dinner the other night was 115$. Tonight's plans would have been max 60$ for BOTH of us).

5) Pretty sure that because I said no to the things I didn't want to do, we're just literally not going to do anything now. Yay.

And like it's not even actually about the money or anything, I just wanted to spend time with the very few people I care about. I'm just sick of her always overpromising and underdelivering.

I don't think it's too much to ask to be made to feel special 1 day out of the fucking year, and the only person who did is my not-yet-boyfriend, and I still can't even see him because he's not home yet. He's been gone for 4 months, and I miss him, and he was supposed to be back on Monday, but he's still not home. And now I'm working and school starts for both of us next week and I'm scared that it's going to be like last semester and I'm never going to get to see him and he's the only one that I have here.

And on the note of him supposed to be back Monday. My sister is disgusting to live with, which is a whole other fucking thing. But that's the reason I haven't had him over here ever. And I've straight-up told her that. I even gave her advance warning that he was supposed to come back, to give her time to clean because, and I cannot stress this enough, it is literally all her mess. I made it clear that Monday was the earliest hé would be here, and that it would in fact be a continued occurance. Not only did she NOT get the house clean, it didn't happen because she kept saying she would today, today, today, until it was LITERALLY THE FUCKING DAY OF. Then she gave a shitty, half-assed apology before leaving the house about how she couldn't get it all done. All that was done was the bathroom BECAUSE I DID IT FOR HER, when the kitchen is the most disgusting fucking part, and the first thing you see when you open the front door.

And then because I said he wasn't coming that night after all, she went right back to being a fucking slob, like him not coming Monday meant hé never will be. Nevermind the fact she could at least keep it clean out of respect for the fact that she's not the only fucking person that lives here, but no. If I say anything about, I'm being a bitch because she's "trying so hard" (she literally said before we got this place she would hire a cleaner or figure smth out to avoid this, trying to make it seem like i was gonna be at least 50% of the problem when it is in fact 80% her. We've literally lived here 8 months and I've been able to use our kitchen a handful of times, bc it is always disgusting because of her and she only cleans it up just enough to cook for herself and then leaves even more mess behind.

I'm just so fucking done. At this point if it wasn't for my cat, I'd just be living in my car.

[devilsbedstory]

Chapter VI: God Is A Gun, I Can Prove It

There was a happier time once right? A time where families can be together, no drugs, no broken house to live in, no sadness, no fucked up days, no worrying how your gonna get food without cops being called or how your gonna get your next fix. Surely there has to be a better orgin story then this goddamn shit. Sadly though, there was nothing better for me. It was the biggest fuck you I’ve ever had. God is a gun and I can prove it. I had to be about six years old one day when Devil came home, he was coming from school and he always played with me. Feels fucking weird to admit that. Dad was at work, or so we had thought. Mom got a phone call and immediately she told my big brother to watch me. He wasn’t even fucking ten yet and he got tasked with watching over me all by himself as Mom grabbed her keys and shit and fled the house.

The cops had told her that Dad had went in for his graveyard shift that night and pulled a .45 out and shot himself in the head. The suicide note had said he either killed himself there or he’d murder us so he was protecting us from his demons. Fuck his demons, I wanted my dad goddammit. 

“Now the writing's on a wall It won't go away It's an omen You just run on automation”

It wasn’t to long after that Devil had gotten turned on to some stuff that upset Mom. He was always coming home smelling of stuff that didn’t please her. He’d lie and say it was cause he hadn’t showered in a few days (which would be absolutely fucking disgusting if it were true) but she wouldn’t have it. The day he turned sixteen, Mom had told him to watch his eleven (my birthday hadn’t came yet) year old brother, she was grocery shopping. He wasn’t stupid, they fought all the time. He was already on the drugs bad at this point, I hadn’t started yet. What was odd was that her car was already full of grocery boxes, why did she need to go to the store for? Well whatever her reason was, that was the last time my fucking family was together. We had heard through the grapevine from others that she found religion and condemned us both and damned us to hell. Fuck you to. Goddamn motherfucking religious cunts, I hate them all. 

As I helped Storm get her stuff out of the car, I couldn’t help but think about what Devil had done and why did I have to use the knuckles? Those brass fuckers. This all felt like a fucked up dream. Like a commercial dream of my life with this being the longest break ever. So now it was time to get back to my shitty life as I helped Storm from the back seat, but I decided to do something that married people did and I was doing it to make it easier on her.

I picked her up off of her feet and into my arms as I saw her face. She had never seen my house before. It looked like an old Victorian Gothic style house but made out of wood  and concrete. Vines grew up everywhere, lights barely worked cause the sockets were older then shit but the electrical sockets to plug shit in worked perfectly. It was three floors. It was amazing. Plenty of room for her and me.

I know the feeling Of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge And there ain't no healing From cuttin' yourself with the jagged edge I'm tellin' you that it's never that bad And take it from someone who's been where your at You're laid out on the floor and you're not sure You can take this anymore

Ok, really it was a piece of shit but it was home to me and Devil. Had been for years, even after Mum and Da left. So, why was I all of a sudden sickened to my stomach? Was it because she now knew some of my very low lows or was it because I was embarrassed she saw where I lived? Devil came out and helped get her bags as I carried her into the house, up those long ass plantation like steps as she let out a long exhaustive sigh as I spoke to her

“Welcome to your new home Storm. It’s not much to you but it is to me.”

[tangiblejournal56]

7/17/11

Jesus christ does the bullshit have to come in waves, not in simple, solitary occurrences so it’s easier to deal with & store away?  All day yesterday I was getting honked & hollered at as I went about my business, with such frequency I began to wonder if I wasn’t on some hidden camera show.  I’m aware there exists some girls who claim to hate this attention but secretly revel in it, but I say this without a single drop of insincerity - I fucking LOATHE it.  I do not find it flattering, it makes me feel like I am not even human, just an object for the visual consumption of others.  I don’t even dress in a baring manner, I am always in jeans & a t-shirt, I rarely make the attempt to look nice at all.

This of course went along nicely with watching a homeless man crawl out from his sleeping bag under the I83 overpass, staggering like the first CroMag to leave the cave, stopping to piss leisurely all over the pillar as though the world was his private stool, leaving a dark patch running down the brick.  I suppose I should be grateful that I was at least spared his mid-afternoon shit.

But of course, that not being enough, this morning on my way to work I walked to my bus stop as I ordinarily do, headphone on, sitting on the bench, doing my standard inconspicuous-stranger pose.  Along comes a fairly normal-appearing fellow, white, middle-aged, tallish, goatee, red t-shirt, khaki shorts.  No obvious signs of drug use, not threatening-looking.  So I shrugged it off when he started circling the bench, as this is a fairly normal type of strange behavior at bus stops - everyone is strange, by at least one person’s standards.  Even when he plopped down two inches from me on the large, empty bench, I wrote it off as not that strange (if a little rude), as it was the only shaded area.  I stared off into the distance & focused on my iPod, slow & soothing music I hadn’t listened to in awhile.  Amid the silent transition between songs, I heard a slapping sound & out of the corner of my eye I caught some jerking movements.  I looked at him for a split-second, saw enough to disgust me into shooting out of my seat & walking quickly up the street to the next bus stop, checking every so often to ensure the offender & his furious stroking wasn’t following me.  The next bus stop thankfully was laden with people, & just outside a grocery store with parking lot rent-a-cops circling on their self-important Segways, caricatures but a welcome presence in the event that the offender returned.  I was surprised at how furious I was, my hands shaking, teeth clenched beneath lips set in a tight line.  I thought to myself, if he is perfectly sane I hope nothing good for him, & if he is mentally unstable that he’d get picked up & taken off somewhere before anything worse should occur.  All of the times I’ve been in Austin, either alone or with someone, I’d never experienced anything that had shaken me as much.  I’d always assumed I’d be able to shrug something like that off, see the humor in it, but because I was alone & in front of only a tree-filled empty wooded area, I’d been frightened of what the man could have done to me had he wanted.

At the next bus stop I ended up next to a young, friendly-looking black man in a work uniform, like me, headed to his job at a deli, & he bummed me a cigarette as I told him of what had transpired to make me so shaky.  He laughed & said, “That’s Austin for you,” shaking his head.  We talked for awhile until the bus came, & though I kept checking to see if the offender was walking toward me, I felt a relief to be under the friendly protection of this man.

[hwanchaesong]

"Taken"

SugarDaddy!Hongjoong X F!Reader

Synopsis: Swipe right and now you're bounded to the devil himself.

genre and warnings: smut, kinks, petnames, slight degradation, angst if you squint, some fluff in the end, and overall dom,possessive!hongjoong

word count: 8.1k

a/n: this is based from these headcannon ATEEZ as your Sugar Daddy. this was requested and is 18+ so pls minors, dni. 

/ ATEEZ Sugar Daddy Oneshots Masterlist /

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You sighed for nth time today, fingers getting numb from the never-ending left swiping of the profiles that the dating app shows you.

Why are you on a dating app, you ask? No, it's not to find a date, what you need is someone who can pay for your academic fees in exchange of something that is akin to their sweet release.

In other words, sugar daddy.

Damn right. You tried everything before this, getting a job, asking money from other people, which all ultimately failed due to the unforeseen circumstances that led you to this last resort that your friend, Yunho, oh so graciously suggested.

You cursed as you saw an another creepy account of a perverted old man, all these entrepreneurs or successful geezers are too much for you take in. There is no way in hell you'll do their bargains that were written in their profiles.

'Dress like a teacher and teach me how to doggie.' goodness, so corny and disgusting it made you want to report that certain account.

"This sucks, why did I even considered getting a sugar daddy?" you complained to no one in particular, and when you were about to give up after what felt like a hundred years, you stumbled upon his profile.

Your eyes turned into saucers, reading everything and stalking his account. Woah, this is like a heaven's gift, a miracle that was given to you for being patient with this stupid dating app.

Kim Hongjoong, 23, Business man

- Just need someone who I can play around with, no strings and commitment attached. -

You then went ahead to look at his pictures, awe filling your heart at his hot and cool pictures. His face isn't clearly seen, but based from this, you can already tell that he's handsome and well built.

For the first time that day, you swiped to the right. Putting your phone on your chest because you feel so lucky, thanking the gods out there for giving you this opportunity. Now, you just have to wait if he'll accept you and you’ll definitely throw a party if he did.

One question floated on your mind before you slept that night, anxious about the result of your matchmaking, ‘Why did no one took interest in him as a sugar daddy?’

The sound of your phone vibrating woke you up, you grumbled while reaching out for your phone, annoyed from being pulled away from your slumber. That annoyance soon turned into panic, seeing the notification and messages on your phone.

‘Kim Hongjoong has accepted the matchmaking.’

‘Kim Hongjoong sent you 3 messages.’

“Fuck!” you cursed out loud as you read his messages, hurrying to get ready because why on earth is that guy even awake at 3 AM?

“Hello, Miss Y/N. I see that you have taken an interest in my deal, let’s meet up later at 10 AM in a cafe near the grocery store.”

You take a look at the time, seeing that it’s already 9:27 AM, shit shit shit. You only have less than an hour to get ready and go over to the meeting place. It doesn’t matter, you’ll just try your best to look decent, be respectful and make sure that you’ll land an arrangement with him.

When you arrived at the cafe (5 minutes before the call time, which you gave yourself a pat on the back), you immediately felt out of place. It looks so fancy, your pants and t-shirt, matched with your messily tied hair made you look like a person who entered the wrong avenue for a party.

You closed your eyes, calming yourself down, ‘Breathe in, breathe out, self. You can do this! It’s for your future!’ then you cracked an eye open, thinking that you don’t even know what he looks like, so how are you even gonna find him?

A tap behind your shoulder garnered your attention, turning around to face the person, you were met with a guy that has the most intense brown eyes you have ever seen. You can’t see his whole face, his mask hindering you from doing so, but one look and you immediately know that it’s the man from the dating app.

“Miss Y/N, goodmorning. It’s great that you’re on time, I appreciate that.” the tone of his voice made you shudder, it’s husky yet warm. Something that feels welcoming but also dangerous at the same time.

You then registered that you were standing there dumbly for a few seconds, you shook your head and bowed to the man, introducing yourself and apologizing for spacing out.

His chuckle made your head spin, “It’s alright, I bet you’re nervous. Why don’t we take a seat?” you nodded your head at his suggestion, following him into a booth. While walking behind him, you perceived that he has a small stature. It’s adorable, you think, not until he removed his mask.

Your breath was taken away so easily, and this has never happened before, mind you. The man is so handsome, striking features that would put celebrities into shame, with a sharp noseline, plump pink lips, high cheekbones, and a jawline that can surely cut you if you tried to run your fingers on it.

A smirk formed on his lips, noticing the way you oggled at him, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” he said, successfully making you blush as you once again realize that you’re daydreaming in his presence.

“I’m sorry I-” you cleared your throat, wanting to explain yourself but was cut off when two cups of iced americano was placed on your table, “Oh? But we still haven’t ordered anything?” you wondered to yourself, but the man in front of you definitely heard that.

“I am a regular in this cafe, they automatically serve my drink when I enter this place.” he said, taking a sip of his drink before you followed, enjoying the coldness of the bitter coffee when he straightforwardly spoke regarding your ‘business’ with him, making you choke in the process.

“What?” you looked at him, then you noticed that his gaze has changed. It became fierce, and even his voice is full of authority.

He smiled, albeit a satire one, “Princess, you should really pay more attention. We don’t want to have any disciplining to happen here, do we?”

Dear lord, his teasing is already making you shudder, and he already gave you a damn nickname.

You internally slapped yourself, gathering your focus towards the man, “I apologize. Alright, I’m all ears.” 

“I believe that we already know each other’s name. So let’s save the introductions, and also let’s leave the formalities since we’ll be much closer after,” his teasing smile never left his stunning face, eyeing you in a way that makes you squirm in your seat. “I want to establish the rules and regulations that you and I must follow all the time.”

He leaned back on his seat, his pectoral muscles bulging a bit from the tight suit he’s wearing, and you have to remind yourself again to concentrate. Do not get distracted by this man’s devilish charms.

You nodded your head lightly, “Yes, Mr. Hongjoong-” he clicked his tongue at the formality, prompting you to be casual with him, “Hongjoong, whatever you say, I’ll wholeheartedly agree to it.” your eyes full of determination, wanting to get the money for your education.

Hongjoong inhaled sharply at your statement. He likes you already, you know how to make him excited even with your innocent words. If you’ll accept everything that he says, then he’ll make the most out of it.

He leaned forward, putting his chin on his hands, staring at you for a few seconds with hidden ferocity before speaking, “Let’s get to it then.”

You let out a shaky breath as you look at the paper in your hand, the scribbles serving as an aid-memoire of what your relationship with Kim Hongjoong is.

Rule no.1: Meet-ups will only occur during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.

Rule No.2: Meeting place and time will be in KQ Hotel, 8th floor, Room 1117, 8:30 PM flat.

Rule no.3: No strings or commitments shall be attached in this relatioship.

Rule no.4: Failure to adhere to these rules would mean punishment.

The last rule surely was for you, no doubt, he made it so that he can punish you if you messed up. The way he looked at you was so obvious that he wanted to ruin you, but then again, you’re no ordinary sugar baby.

‘Jokes on him, he’s small what can he do?’ you thought, snickering to yourself when you recall his small hands reach out for a handshake, the one that signifies your contract with him.

Come Monday evening and the tables were turned around. Jokes on you now because even if he looks like a midget, his proportion, stamina and techniques are on a different level.

You were patiently waiting for him in the hotel, already on the front door of the room of your supposedly meeting place, 30 minutes early to avoid his so called 'punishment.'

He arrived at exactly 8:30 PM, wearing a black leather jacket and tight denim pants that did nothing to hide his exceptional physique, making you gulp and look away. His observant self didn’t fail to notice the way you turned your head, obviously flustered at his appearance.

"You're early, that's good. Plus points for you baby girl." he said, patting your head softly before opening the door of the room, letting you enter first.

Once you set foot inside, elegance greeted you, a mixture of black, white and gold decorated the whole space and it makes you feel like you're in a mansion. You didn't have the time to fully appreciate the interior as you already felt a looming presence behind you.

Hongjoong's arms enveloped your waist, his mouth close enough to make you feel his hot breath in your neck, "I really had a stressful time at work today. Won't you give daddy a time for relaxation, hm?" he seductively whispered in your ear, his hands now running on your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

His hands ceased on your shoulders, turning you around to face him, his body dangerously close to yours, making your heart race a million miles. He eyed your lips for a moment before looking back up at your eyes, like he’s asking for permission, a simple nod from you made him lurch forward, connecting his lips into yours.

You closed your eyes as you felt him lick your lips, arms dangling on his neck and your mouth opened for him to explore every corner of it.You couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your throat when he cupped your breast, expertly teasing your clothed nipple. He smirked when he heard the sound that you produced, gently pushing you down towards the bed.

When you felt your back hit the soft mattress, you opened your eyes to look at the man above you who is currently taking off his leather jacket and shirt. You gawked at his beauty, the yellow-ish light from the lamp illuminating him, the glows and shadows made him look ethereal. Like a statue sculpted by the deities, waiting to be discovered by the mortals.

You weren’t wrong at the first thought of him being well-built. His toned chest and abs, and god, that tattoo on his biceps made you want to run your fingers through it, and as if he knows what you were thinking, he grabbed your hand, putting it on his body.

“Like what you see?” he seductively asked you, guiding your fingers on his arm muscles, down his body until you reached the noticeable bulge in his pants, an electifying jolt in your nerves comes along with it. “C’mon princess, I’m waiting.” his innuendo got you moving so fast, on a mission to make him feel good.

He chuckled lowly when he sees you struggling with his belt, putting a hand atop of yours to stop your movements. You watched as he removed his belt on his own, dropping it on the floor, then he nodded at you to finish the work.

You started to unbutton his pants, revealing his boxers and the outline of his manhood, making you anticipate just how big he is. You slowly removed his underwear, unveiling his cock, and now you wonder if you can even fit him in your mouth.

Cautiously holding his dick, pumping it slowly before giving the tip some kitten licks made him groan, “Don’t tease.” his commanding tone made you sit up straight, hollowing your cheeks and doing your best to take all of him, massaging his balls as well to add to his pleasure. But it seems likes he needs more, “Don’t move, relax and look at me in the eyes.” he instructed you, gripping your hair tightly before fucking your mouth. 

Tears sprung up from your eyes everytime his tip hits the back of your throat, your hands automatically clutched his thighs for support. You did your best to maintain eye contact with him despite the urge to close them, because you did promise that you’ll agree to everything that he’ll say.

Hongjoong feels himself cumming, your warm and wet mouth, and your teary-eyed look is so damn lewd that he can’t hold himself back. He wanted to cum inside you, but right now, your mouth is definitely a good option to dump his load in, so he did just that. He released inside your mouth, pulling away a bit early and spurted some in your face and neck, and holy shit, the visual is enough for him to get hard again.

You felt a hand under your chin, forcing your jaws close, “Swallow.” you never knew that a simple word like that would make you so needy and wet, gulping down his cum while rubbing your thighs together.

He tilted his head at your action, “Oh, were you neglected?” he asked you with a mock laced voice, “Since you did so well, let’s get you out of these clothes and I’ll give you a reward.” as soon as he said that, your shirt is already ripped off of you, “No! My shirt!” you protested only to be hushed as Hongjoong pushed you down to lay on the bed.

“Don’t worry about the damn shirt, I can buy you ten of that.” he said, pinning you on the bed and attacking your neck. You gasped when he sucked on a certain spot, his mouth went lower, tongue dragging along your skin before burying his face in your cleavage. He groaned at the softness, only to grunt in annoyance when your bra scraped his face.

He rapidly removed your bra, throwing it on the side before snarling at you, “Next time, don’t wear a bra when you’re meeting with me.” you didn’t even had the chance to reply as he immediately put an erect nipple inside his mouth, tongue swirling over the nub while his hand played with the other one, not wanting to neglect the other parts of your body. Your back arched at the feeling, it’s been a while since you have been touched like this.

When he raised his head, he looked straight into your hooded eyes, and you were met with a lustful gaze from him. His hands ghosted over the button of your pants, playing with it before deciding to cup your heat instead. “I can feel how wet you are.” he mumbled, amusement lacing his expression when your face turned red from embarrassment.

“Don’t be shy, tell me, baby girl. Where do you want me touch you?” he asked you in a teasing voice, removing your pants in an agonizingly slow pace. “Please touch me down there.” you said in a meek voice, in which he responded with a feathery touch in your inner thighs, “Here?” fingers circling over the smooth skin as he spread your legs further apart.

You shook your head, “Please, more. Touch me more, my pussy, please. Daddy, I-” hearing that term turned Hongjoong into a feral animal, a great need for him to devour you and make you a whining mess under him. “As you wish, my baby girl.”

Your underwear was removed in a speed of lightning, you couldn’t fully comprehend what is happening due to the primal lust that is clouding your brain. The only thing that you can register is Hongjoong’s warm tongue inside you and his fingers that are tracing the alphabets in your clit. He’s eating you out like a starved man, only having this sweet meal after a long time of food deprivation.

Your hands flew to his hair, gripping on it for dear life as your thighs shook, your sweet release coming faster than you expected, and this fuelled the man to do more. After a loud cry of his name, you finally reached your high, exhausted but Hongjoong has another plans as he continued to eat you out.

“Please stop-” you whined, the overstimulation becoming too much for you to handle. You tried pulling away from him, but his hands anchored you in your place as he continued his licking and sucking on your abused clit. You were about to cry at this point, apologizing for even thinking of him not being capable enough when it comes to sex because he looks small.

You chanted his name like a mantra, your eyes rolling back as you came for the second time that night. His mouth and fingers are enough to drain you, god, now you just want to sleep as you closed your eyes. Dreamland not far away when you were harshly pulled back into reality, courtesy of Hongjoong placing his body in between your legs and coating himself in your wetness, causing a jolt of pleasure to flow in your body when his cock suddenly entered you.

“Nu uh, we’re not done yet. How can you even sleep when we still haven’t gotten into the main course.” he said in a dark voice, his hips rocking slowly into you, making you moan with how full you feel with him inside you. “Rise,shine and cum, princess.” he smirked devilishly, pounding into you with such force and speed that made the bed creak loudly.

The sound of skin slapping together and your loud whimpers echoed throughout the room. The euphoria that you’re feeling right now is out of this world, the pleasure is nothing like you have ever felt before. To the point that you have to dig your nails on his back, wrapping your legs around his waist to feel more. You never knew that you needed this until you got it, and now you don’t want to let go.

“Hongjoong, I’m c-” your sentence was interrupted when he bit your neck roughly, making you cry out, “Wrong,” he panted, “that’s not what you should call me here.” every words were punctuated with a particularly harsh thrust. “Daddy!” you yelled, “I’m coming daddy, please, will you let me come?” you asked him, forlornly staring straight into his dark eyes.

How could he say no to your innocent, fucked out face? 

He positioned his body forward to connect his lips with yours, tongues clashing in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

“What if I forbid it, princess?” he breathed in your lips, his pace getting faster and thrusts becoming sloppy, desperate in chasing his own release. His hold on your hips getting tighter, for sure it’ll leave a mark, a reminder of your blissful night with him.

“I can’t take it anymore, please daddy.” your whiny voice begged for him to let you come once more. Gosh, your voice sounds so erotic that it’s enough to send him over the edge. “Let go.” his consent is all you need to release the tension that has been building up in your lower stomach, him following you afterwards.

You don’t know what happened after that, the pleasure and exhaustion taking over you as your sight turned black. All you can remember in your hazy stupor is a hand brushing over your hair, while a faint voice mumbled a “You did great, baby girl.” in your ear.

The next morning, you woke up with soreness all over your body, especially in your lower extremeties. You tried getting up, scanning the area, seems like you fell asleep in the hotel room. What caught your eye is the red envelope placed neatly beside you. The part of the bed where Hongjoong is supposed to be. Picking it up and opening it, you saw the thick stash of cash, reminding you that what happened last night is nothing but a contract that needs to be fulfilled.

You sighed, at least you have enough funds to pay your tuition fee. The money you received is more than what you need even, after paying for your bills, (which you had to drag yourself and act like everything is okay when in reality, every walk you take feels like someone’s pricking your inner thighs with needles) you still had an ample amount to spend for your groceries and other necessities.

‘Wow, he’s really rich and considerate for giving me this much money when we have already talked about my expenses back in the cafe.’ you thought. Still, you paid no mind to it, it doesn’t matter as long as you get the other side of the coin.

Everything is going well, you didn’t have to stress over your financial status and actually focus on your studies. Not to mention, you get this amazing sex three days a week, you wouldn’t complain over the life that you’re living now. It feels like a fairytale even, you being the damsel in distress and Hongjoong being the knight in shining armor. Except for the fact that he uses his sword differently.

“What is this is I am seeing?” your friend Yunho squeals behind you, scaring you when he suddenly pulled your turtleneck, revealing the splotches of dark bruises that Hongjoong cordially left during one of your meet-ups. That one particular rendezvouz where you were late for 2 fucking minutes because the people on the elevator didn’t even wait for you. So you basically had to run 8 flights of stairs. It’s safe to say that Hongjoong didn’t appreciate that.

“You’re late.” his booming voice resonated in your ears as soon as you entered the room. Looking over the direction of his voice, you saw him sitting cross-legged in the sofa near the window, his cute over-alls with yellow shirt inside reminded you of a minion, almost making you laugh if not for his fierce gaze and aura that screams rage.

You sighed, knowing you fucked up but really? He’ll be mad over 2 minutes of tardiness? C’mon, even your teacher would’ve let you off the hook with that one.

“I’m sorry, there were some inconveniences t-” he stood up from his seat, inching his way over to you that made you shrink back from where you stood. 

Maybe explaining yourself was a bad idea. 

Every step forward from him made you take a step backwards, and you knew you were doomed when your back finally hits the cold, hard concrete.

“Did I asked?” he said, pinning you on the wall. One hand is used to bunch your wrist above you, while the other one held your chin up, making sure that you won’t avoid eye contact with him. “No, right? So why on earth are you trying to validate your mistake when it’s clear that you violated a rule?”

You remained quiet, not wanting to upset him more but it caused a drawback instead. His humorless snigger’s a tell-tale sign that you are in for a rollercoaster of a night.

“Now you won’t respond when I asked you a question.” he raised an eyebrow, gnashing his teeth while looking away from you, giving you a full view of his magnificent side profile. He tilted his head a bit to look at you, catching sight of your starstruck face. He almost kissed you at that, for the past few months that you have been seeing each other, his feelings for you are getting stronger. Your effect on him really is on a next level, but he held himself back. His desire of punishing you for being a bad girl overcoming his fluffy feelings.

His hands that were on your chin moved down to the small of your back, pulling you flushed against him as his predatory eyes burned holes in your whole body.

“I could’ve fucked you already within that two minutes, you know?” he leaned in closer to your lips, his hot breath making your insides fog up, “Or is that your way of telling me that you wanted to be taught a lesson?” he doesn’t need your answer, sealing your lips on a searing kiss, hell bent on marking you up as his.

That night was filled with spice and everything nice, a mixture of pain and pleasure. You still remember the way the blindfold heightened your senses, making you hyperaware of every touch, no mattery how solid or feathery it is. His wet appendage moistening every part of your skin. And his fingers, his tiny hands isn’t really a problem like how he said to you before. It works like magic, every curl inside you makes you want to cry, hitting all the right spots that brings stars in your eyes.

Reminiscing about the events that took place in that passionate night made your face burn, instantly pushing your friend away from you, “Stop it. That’s nothing, mind your own business.” you defended yourself, fixing your clothes while Yunho eyed you knowingly.

“Aye, my bestie is getting bashful. It’s okay, we all had our fair share of experiences that we want to keep to ourselves.” he said, voice filled with mirth as he slung an arm around your shoulders. “Let’s just run our asses in that japanese restaurant, eat some real food instead of-” you slapped a hand on his mouth, already knowing what his next words are.

“I get it, I get it. Jeez, stop it with the ‘talk’ and let’s go.” you said, letting go of his mouth when he nodded, “But seriously, this guy is one of d-”

“Yunho!”

Meanwhile, Hongjoong is out with his friends in the gym. It’s been a while since he worked his muscles out. It’ll be a good chance for him to buff up, maybe even make you more enamored with him.

Just as he removed his sweat soaked shirt, he heard his friends wolf-whistle. He turned around, confusion painted on his face that made his friends cackle at his stupid expression (According to Wooyoung that almost made Hongjoong throw his water bottle at him.)

Seonghwa held him back from attacking the younger boy when Jongho stated the reason as to why they were all acting like that.

“Hyung, you haven’t seen your back didn’t you?” he raised an eyebrow at that, walking over towards the mirror to take a look on his back. Only then did he notice the scratch marks that you left the last time you had your heated session.

Hongjoong couldn’t help the smug look on his face, he didn’t even feel the pain while you did all of that. Presumably drowned in the pleasure of your tight heat and angelic moans that drive him insane to no end. These marks are like his trophy, and he’s proud of it. Remnants which are evidence that he made you feel like heaven and think like hell.

The air of confidence and satisfaction didn’t go unnoticed by his friends, making them smile at each other, because finally, their brother has finally found the girl.

After bidding goodbye at his friends, Hongjoong contemplated whether he should call you or not. Today’s Thursday, so that means that no meet-ups should occur, and he’s afraid that if he called you to hang-out without any hidden agenda, it might make you feel uncomfortable. He can’t risk the relationship you have.

His train of thoughts were broken when he saw you exit a restaurant, he smiled softly and was about to approach you when he saw a tall guy with a puppy like features link arms with you. He stopped in his tracks, jealousy and anger running throughout the nerves and veins in his body.

“What the fuck?”

That’s right, why are you with someone that is not him? Is he not enough for you? Are you seeing this guy? Is he your boyfriend? All these questions are swirling in his mind. Now he regret not adding the ‘No other partner rule.’ in the list.

It’s not like he feels threatened over this guy, he’s just taller and bigger, nothing more, nothing less. No, he won’t be intimidated over a college guy that can’t give you the money you need or the fucking that you want.

He shook his head, looks like it’s time for him to break the barriers. Fuck the rules. He always gets what he wants, and that includes you. 

Later that night, as you were about to chill on your bed after a long, tiring day. Particularly because you have to handle Yunho’s gossipy ass, you were shocked to say the least when Hongjoong messaged you out of nowhere.

You looked at the day, seeing the big bold Thursday flashing on your screen. Meaning, there shouldn’t be any meet-ups. So why is he making your phone buzz at 7 PM?

The answer you were looking for were answered through his message.

‘Come to this address at 8:30 PM sharp, #1024 St.xxxx. I won’t tolerate any minutes of delay. Don’t wear a bra, or anything that is difficult to remove. I’m waiting, kitten.’

What are you supposed to do when your sugar daddy makes you go somewhere in the middle of the night? Of course, you should follow him at all cost because your financial needs are dependent on him. So you really don’t have any choice but to comply to what he asked for.

Your heart is palpitating so hard right now, the taxi coming into a stop in front of a large gate where you can see an expensive villa standing proudly inside it. Anxiousness is an understatement of what you’re feeling, especially when the last sentences of Hongjoong keeps on ringing in your mind.

Stepping out of the car, you approached the gate, ready to knock when it opened by itself.

‘Woah, is this normal for rich people?’ you thought, feeling like a booger in this place. The walk to the front door felt like a chore, why do they even have this colossal yard when all they’ll put is grass, few plants and tress, and a large fountain in the middle? You’re now starting to despise a lifestyle like this, feeling bitter that some people live luxuriously like this when there are people like you who need to go to the extremes just to get by.

Finally at the front door, the thumping of your heart is louder than before. You raised your hand to ring the doorbell, only to bring it back down when your whole being was filled with hesitancy.

Just then, a click was heard and the door gets unlocked, revealing Hongjoong in all his glory. Your eyes widened, pupils shaking because you did not expect to see him like this. Who the hell opens the door in their house freshly out of the shower, wearing only a thin robe that does nothing to hide what’s inside.

Before your imagination runs wild, Hongjoong opened his door wider, signalling for you to come in. You bowed slightly before entering his place. You couldn’t help but to admire his home, you were astonished to how organized and splendid it was. The marble tiles are spotless, no sign of dust and cobwebs on the ceiling, and the living room set looks like a gigantic movie theater.

He let you take your time in adjusting to the new environment, standing from behind you, leaning on a wall while he watches your every movement like a hawk. The hairs on your neck standing when you felt his gaze boring holes in your skull.

You took a deep breath, gathering all the courage within you to confront him, as you turned around, you’re suddenly ready to yeet yourself out of his villa. His face is expressionless, yet his eyes are filled with fire and he is dead set on burning you alive.

Your confidence went down the drain and the only word that you can utter out is a quiet “What?”

That docile attitude made Hongjoong roll his eyes, you really had the audacity to act like you did nothing wrong when he clearly caught you in the act. He advanced towards you with a menacing smile in his face, like a killer who is prepared to make you scream before stabbing you, except maybe he won’t use a knife but an another thing instead.

You gulped when there’s only an inch between the two of you, close enough for you to hear his ragged breathing and breathe in his minty scent. You looked down, only for him to grip your jaw, hard enough to control your actions but also gentle as to not hurt you.

“Look at you, already so submissive for daddy and I barely did anything.” he said in a low tone, observing your reaction for any sign of discomfort and when he saw nothing but lust and need, he chuckled, “You like this? Being talked down to?” your whimper did nothing to make his libido boil down.

You opened your mouth, eyes staring directly into his, telling him the words that would make him snap, “Daddy, please take me.”

He’s not a difficult person to talk to, thus, your wish is his command and he did just that. He pulled you towards him, cupping your face and kissing you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do it. You immediately opened your mouth for him, licking every nook and cranny, savoring each other’s taste as you clung into him.

You felt Hongjoong move, leniently dragging you with him. The journey to his bedroom was a bit of a hassle, walking and maintaning the kiss at the same time. Along the way, your shirt and his robe was shed and left outside the floors, waiting to be picked up by tomorrow

Once the both of you entered his room, he backed you up on a wall and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him, his hands automatically going over your ass. He started grinding his clothed manhood against your pants, basically dry humping you as the kiss gets messier. Salivas exchanged and drool almost rolling down at the side of your lips, everything feels so filthy right now, heightening the growing desires in both of your hearts.

“You,” he said, detaching his lips from yours that made you whine, pulling him in for more that made him click his tongue, “Stop being such a brat and listen to me.” his condescending tone made you stop, doing your best to be the good girl that you are for him.

“That’s more like it.” he murmured, giving you a peck as a reward, “I saw you today with someone, who was that, huh? What makes you think that other men can touch you like that?” his annoyance has skyrocketed once again as he vividly recall the way that tall man who gets to be all touchy-feely with you.

You on the other hand is  confused, “Touch me? But, Hongjoong, you’re the only one that I let-” your words were replaced by a mewl when Hongjoong wrapped a hand around your throat, “Liar.” the disdain in his voice is hard to miss, but then, even in your hunger filled state, everything fell into its place.

‘Was Hongjoong jealous? Is that why he called me out at this hour, in his house, on a Thursday night?’  you didn’t have the time to dwell on your thoughts though, not when the man in front you decided to suck on your boobs like a newborn.

Your hands grasped his hair, the unbelievable feeling of his tongue in your body never fails to transfer you into the world of utopia. Sooner or later, the chilly feeling on your back was replaced by a soft one, realizing that Hongjoong had laid you down on the bed and is currently removing all your garments. Throwing it around haphazardly, not caring about where it’d go, the only thing in his mind is to remind you who you belong to.

When you’re fully naked, his wanton eyes roamed all over your body. Memorizing every curve before finalling diving into you. He latched his mouth into your neck, which caused you to push him away, “There are too much marks to hide, at this point anyone m-” he glared at you, grabbing your wrists before tying it up in the post using the handkerchief that was lying around the bed.

“I don’t care, let everyone see. Let them know who owns you. Let them know that you are mine.” he growled lowly in your ear before proceeding to leave more love bites on your body. Now, those words would normally make you hurl, but hearing them from Kim Hongjoong himself feels so right.  

Was it normal to think that those words are meant for you as long as it came straight out of his mouth? Maybe, what matters now is the tingly feeling of his fingers that are travelling further down. You giggled a bit, feeling ticklish when he runs his hand on your stomach and Hongjoong smiled at the sound, wanting nothing more than for him to be the reason for your smile.

The freezing air hits your lower area, making you close your legs in which the man on top of you didn’t like one bit.

He looked at you disapprovingly, “Spread them wide for me, baby girl.” his imposing tone made you slowly open your legs once again. He chuckled darkly when he saw how obedient you are, “Aw, my kitten is so compliant towards her master. How adorable. Looks like she deserves a reward for that.” he said in a teasing voice, clearly amused when he felt how wet you are, and he didn’t even do much.

His forefinger started toying with your clit, giving it some playful flicks which further increased your neediness, “Give me more, please.” he raised an eyebrow at your request, asking you what’s the magic word for him to finally touch you properly, “Daddy, please, I want more.”

At that, he immediately plunged two fingers inside you, making you throw your head back, moaning so loud that you’re sure his neighbors can hear you. Small hands they said, but his fingers are long enough to reach the deepest part of you that always makes you scream in pleasure. He suddenly wiggled and curled his digits, hitting the right spot, making you close your eyes and whimper. He continued his ministrations, and when you were about to cum, he sneakily pulled his fingers out.

Your eyes shot open, frustration building up inside as you watch him lick his fingers clean while maintaining a steady eye contact with you, sort of telling you that you can’t do anything but wait for him to give you your sweet release. You were about to protest when something wet and warm was placed in your pussy, a long ferocious lick made you twitch in his hold.

Hongjoong continued to abuse your swollen clit using his mouth this time, sucking and biting it until he decided to spell the whole alphabet on it. You are now pulling hard at your restraints, wanting to feel his soft hair in your fingers but to no avail. Your high is coming back up in an alarming rate, and like deja vu, just as when you were about to cum, he pulled away from you.

Your face turned into an annoyed one, getting denied of your orgasm for the second time that night really is taking a toll on your mental health. He smirked at your reaction, finding delight in your vexed expression.

You were about to complain to him when he put a gag in your mouth, specifically his underwear that he just removed. “You look so pretty like this,” he commented before turning you around on all fours, your hands clutching at the post for support. “aren’t you sorry that you made daddy mad by hanging out with other guys?” he said, and you responded with a hum, not being able to form coherent words in your current situation. “You are,” he faked a gasp, “if so, then you should make it up to me.”

After that statement of his, you felt his dick enter you from behind. The loud squelching and his untamed groan are enough to send you over the edge, you couldn’t control your spasms which made the man behind you chuckle, “We’re only getting started baby, you wanted to come, I’ll give it to you.” he declared smugly before moving inside you in a demonic pace.

His thrusts are hard, unforgiving, the only goal is to fill your head with his name that you won’t even think about other men next time. He wants your brain and body to be full of him, and only him. 

“I am the only man you need, understand? Meet up with other men one more time and let’s see what will happen to you, kitten.” he warned you as his hands slithered around to fondle your breast, occasionally pinching your erect nipples. In your mind-boggled state of getting fucked so good, the only thing that you can do is nod. You’ll address that to him later on, for the mean time, your focus is his cock that deliciously slides in and out of your wet cavern.

He angled his hips a bit, causing his tip to hit your g-spot in every thrust that he takes. You feel exceptional right now, so much that you already feel your second release building up in your lower abdomen.

You tried talking, asking for permission if you can cum but the gag turned your words into whimpers and mewls that didn’t escaped Hongjoong’s ears. He tugged on your hair, the sheer desperation in your face is a dead giveaway that you wanted to cum. He licked his lips before answering, “Go ahead, baby girl, show me how good I make you feel.”

His words are more than enough to make you release the bubble that was ready to burst anytime. He stilled inside you for a moment, surprised that he made you squirt with just his dick. Bending down a bit to remove your gag, he then taunted you in your panting, tired state.

“Look at what you did, you drenched my sheets princess.” you were about to apologize when he turned you around in your back, untying your wrists free and positioning them in his shoulders.

“That was so hot, hold on tight. Let’s do it again.” he then railed you in missionary, wanting to see your face when you squirt one more time. If you won’t, then he’ll just fuck you all night. Won’t let you sleep until he sees your fucked out, contented face.

The third orgasm is now washing over your sanity, the overstimulation is making your head spin but it also makes you hungry for more. The greediness in you taking over as you want to feel more pleasure and at the same time grant Hongjoong’s wish of you squirting one more time.

“Shit.” Hongjoong cursed when he felt his high coming near, his dick twitching inside you, his grip on your hips becoming more strained every second, “Princess, I’ll come inside you, will you let me?”

Does he even need to ask? Is he stupid or what? Of fucking course you’ll let him cum inside you. Heck, you’ll let him breed you if he wanted to.

“Yes! Yes please, cum inside me daddy. Fill me up, oh god-” you weren’t able to finish your sentence as his thrusts became more powerful and faster than before, “You feel so good, tight, and warm. You take me so well, princess.” he leaned his forehead into yours before kissing you with so much vigor, teeth clashing and tongues tangling.

His hands on your hips were relocated in your hands, fingers intertwining, “Let’s come together.” and so you did, you came with a moan and he did with a grunt. Your walls were painted by him, ectasy permeating your whole being because of the warm feeling inside. 

He collapsed on top of you, he is kind of heavy but it’s oddly comforting. You only complained when he pulled out of you, already missing his warmth and the feeling of being empty felt foreign to you.

He laughed before standing up, grabbing a towel and cleaning you. Afterwards, he went down to get a bottle of water, handing it to you and forcing you to sit up and drink, “C’mon baby, you need to hydrate, especially when you squirted two times tonight.” his implication made you slap his arm, weakly glaring at him before reaching for the bottle, he finds your attitude somewhat endearing.

After some big gulps, you laid down on the bed, closing your eyes and getting ready to sleep when you heard Hongjoong’s nagging once again. “Get up, we need to change the sheets so that we can sleep well.” you groaned, “Will you please shut up? I want to sleep, if you don’t want to sleep with dirty sheets, then sleep in the living room.”

Hongjoong sighed, mumbling a “Whose house is this again?” before picking you up and gently dropping you in the sofa, him doing the work of changing the sheets. When he’s done, he went back to you and carried you back to bed, tucking you in and getting on his side of the bed, cuddling you in his arms which made you hum in satisfaction. He giggled lightly at your cuteness, kissing your forehead before muttering a “Goodnight darling, sleepwell.”

The sound of glasses and utensils clinking pulled you away from your dreamland, as you opened your eyes, you saw food right in front of you and an energetic Hongjoong who’s multitasking between arranging the plates and fixing his suit. When he saw you move in the bed, he gave you a breathtaking smile, he’s basically glowing in the morning while you probably look like a sleep-deprived duck.

“Goodmorning, sunshine! Here, let’s eat breakfast.” you stood up from the bed and stretched, looking at him questioningly about the food. He noticed your look and laughed awkwardly, “If you’re wondering about the food, I ordered it. I can’t cook even if it kills me.” you snorted at that, he looks so perfect but then again, everyone has their own flaws.

When you finished breakfast, he ushered you to the bathroom. Telling you to get ready for school, your clothes are already prepared in the closet and your school bag is patiently sitting down in the living room. He spoke so fast, like a rapper, that he didn’t give you any room for arguments.

Hongjoong is really acting suspicious right now, then it clicked, last night, he was so possessive and he even lowkey admitted that he got jealous over your friend. You can’t help the growing smile on your face, giddy over the fact that he harbors such feelings for you.

Upon descending the stairs, you saw him waiting for you by the front door. Grabbing your bag from the table, you approached him and told him that there’s no need to drive you to school, only for him to insist.

You sighed in defeat when he excitedly opens the passenger seat for you, shock covers your entire face when you saw the bouquet of white roses, a bag of chanel, and a cup of coffee inside the car. All of them had your name written on it. When did he even had the time to do all this?

“That’s all for you.” he casually stated when he saw you eyeing the expensive items, your eyes trained on him, silently asking him why. Why does he need to this, acting like you are someone special to him, when in reality, you are just his sugar baby. A person he comes to for pleasure in exchange for money.

“I knew you wouldn’t remember,” he looked down before gazing into your eyes, going back into memory lane, “we already met each other in a bar a year ago. You mentioned about your financial struggles. You shared your dreams with me, and I was really, really attracted to you at that time because of how real you are. That was what made me drawn to you.”

You blinked once, twice, thrice, then finally you remembered, “Oh my gosh! You were the guy that I had a one night stand with?!” you asked incredulously, not believing the fact that a guy that is supposed to be a one time thing became your go to person for three days in a week.

“It’s true,” he said, looking at you with a soft smile, “I was actually bummed when I woke up without you next to me. Didn’t even get your number. So I used that shitty dating app as a sugar daddy, knowing that you’ll end up there eventually.”

What? Does that mean that he rejected other girls in that app because he was waiting for you? In a million chance of you doing that and picking him, is this how fate works?

You gaped at him, mouth wide open and if your jaw could drop on the floor, it would have with the amount of disbelief and elation that you’re feeling right now. Your expression made Hongjoong kiss you in the cheek, opting to be forthright with you in this one, as he reached for your hand, he vocalized the question that would change your life forever.

“Now that it’s all said and done. Why don’t we alter some rules in our contract?”

[ibelongto-tylergalpin]

Could you do a Steve Harrington HC where the two of you take all the kids to the pool? They could tease you about being mom and dad 🥺

SLAY IM BACK!!! idk for how long tho cause my motivation to write is disappearing and appearing every few days so LETS HOPE ITS BACK FOR A GOOD AMOUNT OF TIME (also this has been in my drafts forever im so sorry it took so long) also this was not proofread just like any of my other shit and its 3:30 am so sorry if the end kinda sucks I TRIED.

~It was almost the end of summer, and you could tell that the kids were miserable

~Mainly because El and Will had just moved to California and they had no idea when they would see each other again, but also because school was starting soon and they didn’t wanna go back yet

~You were sure that they were at home with the windows open and multiple fans on because it was a little over 90 degrees out, so Steve called Dustin and invited him and the rest over to his house to chill in the pool since his parents were gone for the week

~Before you knew it everyone was at the front door with their towels and swim suits (Everyone meaning Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Robin)

~As everyone was waiting for the bathroom so they could change, Dustin was bothering Steve because he had no good snacks 

~After a few minutes of Dustin’s nagging, Steve eventually gave in and told everyone that Robin was in charge while the two of you went to the grocery store

~The two of you were walking down the aisles, Steve pushing the cart while you grabbed chips and drinks. You also got things to make sandwiches for everyone when they get hungry and ice cream.

~You guys went to the register, paid, and left, but not before the cashier told you guys how cute the two of you looked together

~Steve trying to hide his beet red face>>>>>>>

~You guys got back to his place and saw that everyone was already in the pool

~“I thought I told you guys to wait for us?!”

~“You guys took too long” Lucas said as he shrugged

~“Where’s Robin? She’s supposed to be watching you guys”

~All of a sudden, Robin popped out of the water, causing Steve to scream

~“God, Robin! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

~“Nice shriek, Harrington. Very manly.” Robin said as she swam backwards towards the deep end where Max was relaxing

~You went inside and started putting the chips in bowls and you put the drinks in a cooler while Steve was getting changed. You were going through your backpack trying to find your swimsuit (shout out to everyone who can’t find shit in their bags because its like a bottomless pit)

~You finally found it and as you did you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist

~“Hey beautiful”

~“Hey handsome” You said as you turned around and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck. 

~“How did I get so lucky? You’re so amazing”

~“I know I am” You said as you rested your head on his chest. He pulled you closer and gripped you tighter as he rested his chin on your head.

~“And I’m...?”

~“Fishing for compliments” you said, teasing him

~“C’monnn” he whined

~“Fine. You’re amazing too. And very gorgeous. And you’re the perfect boyfriend. Happy?”

~“Very” You could hear his smile

~“Y’know, it’s really sweet of you to do this for the kids. It’s cute that you care about them”

~“Those little shits are nothing but trouble. I only did this cause I knew you felt bad for them.”

~“Yeah, sure. It’s okay to admit it Steve. You care about them. After everything we’ve been through with them, they’re like family. I know you love them.”

~He stayed silent for a second, not wanting to admit it

~“I hate it when you’re right”

~“Well then you must hate me all the time”

~Steve broke away from the hug and lifted your chin so he could kiss you. The two of you stood like that for a few seconds before you heard a soda can pop open next to you. You looked to the side and you saw Dustin standing there watching you guys

~“Dude. How long have you been standing there?”

~“A loooong time. You guys are cute. It’s disgusting”

~“Get out of here before I kick your ass, Henderson”

~“Steve! Don’t be rude” you scolded your boyfriend

~“He completely ruined our moment!”

~“Doesn’t mean you can threaten him with bodily harm!”

~“Uh oh! Mom and Dad are fightinggg!” Dustin yelled as he walked back to his friends in the pool

~“I’m sorry, what? Mom and Dad?” You said as you walked over to them

~“Yeah. Y’know since the two of you are always looking out for us. You’re the mom, Steve’s the dad.” Mike explained

~“Yeah and Robin’s like the cool aunt” Max added

~“Wow, high praise” Robin said as she floated towards Max and fist bumped her

~“That’s insane. We’re not your parents” 

~“Obviously, but whenever we’re out you’re parents of the group. Y’know?” Dustin said, trying to explain

~You just stood there not knowing what to say so you went inside to change

~When you finally got in the pool you were relaxing in the shallow end with Robin and Max while Steve was messing around with the boys.

~After a little while Steve and Lucas called you and Max over and suggested that the 4 of you play chicken fight (that one game where someone is on another persons shoulders and you have to knock down the other team)

~You get out of the pool and force Robin to help you make the sandwiches for everyone

~When everyone’s eating all the kids are like “Thanks mom”

~“I’m gonna push you all in the pool if you keep that shit up.”

~After you’re all done eating you sit there and talk for a bit before getting back in

~Since you were still a little full, you decided to just chill on a pool-floatie and listen to music on your walkman 

~You couldn’t relax though, seeing as the boys were starting to get rough again

~“Lucas! Stop throwing water in Dustin’s eyes!”

~“Mike! Be careful! The floor is wet and I don’t want you slipping!”

~“Max! Stop trying to drown your boyfriend!”

~“Dustin stop laughing at Max trying to drown Lucas!

~“Y/nnnnn! Lucas shot me in the eyes with a water gun!”

~“Lucas! What did I say about getting water in Dustin’s eyes?!

~“Steve! Y/n! Help!”

~You and Steve immediately jumped into the pool and swam over to Dustin who was yelling and when you got over he said he got a cramp and that he was okay now

~“I swear to god, Henderson”

~You were lounging on one of the chairs by the side of the pool, finally getting the peace and quite that you wanted, since the kids had started playing Marco Polo

~You just sat there relaxing when Steve went up to you and tried to snuggle up to you

~“Steve! You’re all wet!” 

~Instead of getting up he re-positions the two of you so that your legs are to his sides and he’s laying in between them against your chest

~“Ugh I swear to god, Harrington, you’re lucky you’re cute”

~He didn’t say anything in response, instead he just dug his head deeper into your chest and started rubbing circles on your thighs

~The two of you just laid there in a comfortable silence... that was until-

~“OW! SON OF A BITCH!”

~You and Steve immediately jolted up to see what had happened and who had gotten hurt

~You saw Mike on the floor clutching his ankle as Lucas and Dustin scrambled out of the water to run to him

~“What the hell happened?!”

~“I was running to get the water gun so I could shoot Lucas and I slipped and fell. Fuck, it really hurts. I think I broke it”

~“No, you didn’t break it” You said as you examined his ankle. “You probably just sprained it. What’d I tell you about running around the pool, Mike? It’s slippery as fuck! You’re lucky it’s just a sprain”

~You told Steve to run to get the first aid kit in the house, hoping there’d be something to wrap his ankle in. You used to work at the public pool over the summer sometimes so you knew exactly what to do in this situation

~Steve came running back with the first aid kit and you quickly but carefully wrapped Mike’s ankle

~You all decided it’d be best to go inside since the sun was starting to set and they would have to be home soon.

~Once everyone had gone home, you and Steve were laying down in his bed

~“You’re so great with those little shits, y’know? You’re gonna be a great mom to our future kids someday”

~“Our future kids?”

~“I mean, yeah... unless you don’t see us together in the future? Shit, never mind, I shouldn’t have said anything. Just forget it hap-”

~“How many?”

~“Huh?”

~“Our kids. How many?”

~“Oh, I don’t know. I always dreamed of having a big family. Having 5 or 6 little nuggets kinda running around”

~“6?! God damn, Harrington, my poor vagina”

~He let out a laugh and pulled you closer into his chest

~“I mean it doesn’t have to be 6. I could settle for 3″

~“3′s a good number”

~“3 it is. 2 girls and a boy”

~“We’d be awesome parents someday.”

~“Yeah, someday”

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Caught Somewhere in Time- Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader Part 2/?

Summary: You end up in the 80s, 20 years earlier than it should be luckily a certain metalhead is about to make your time in the 80s much easier. Words: 2.7k Warnings: None

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March 16th, 1984

After all the business with the Demogorgon, the government had shown up and told everyone to keep silent. You had stayed hidden at first, worried at first you would be taken back to the facility but after some negotiations (and definitely not blackmail), you had been allowed to stay out in the world. You had managed to negotiate for help buying all the basics you needed to start up (clothes, a place to stay, etc.) as well as a new birth certificate and other IDs giving you their date of birth of 25th February 1968 and you were officially a sixteen year old in 1984 attending Hawkins High and doing all the other shit normal sixteen-year-olds who were 20 years in the past did. Joyce had offered to let you stay with her and the boys at first but you declined. You didn’t want to be a burden on them plus you felt like it was safer for you to be on your own. With everything that had happened with Will, you wanted them to live a happy life as a family without the burden of some girl with superpowers being grabbed by some shadow government or something. So now you lived in a shitty trailer and your only friends were Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan but life didn’t completely suck. Even if you weren’t living with the Byers, Joyce had taken on a sort of motherly role, every Saturday the two of you went to the grocery store then you ate dinner with them. You lived the life of a fairly normal teenager, well as close as you could be to a normal teenager when you continuously got confused about what did and didn’t currently exist. You were currently sitting in the canteen poking at the meatloaf in front of you trying to figure out what the hell it actually was. You thought canteen food in the 2000s sucked but apparently the standards were higher than they had been 20 years earlier. You were sitting alone waiting for Steve, who was currently in the lunch queue, to come to sit with you. ‘So how was class?’ Steve asked sitting down opposite you, his hair was perfectly styled as per usual. You often wondered what time he woke up to make sure his hair was styled every day. ‘Boring, I hate math.’ You replied continuing to play with the food in front of you. ‘Also, this is gross.’ You pushed the tray away giving up on attempting to eat the food. You would make yourself a sandwich when you got home. ‘Yeah, it’s not good. You were in class with Nancy right? Where is she?’ ‘Some club, study group with Jonathan I think. I was going to go but I didn’t want to.’ You shrugged. ‘You guys got plans tonight?’ ‘We’re going to check out Footloose, Nancy wants to see it.’ ‘Oh, so you guys are going to sit at the back of the theatre making out you mean?’ You joked. ‘No, definitely not.’ He picked up the bread roll which was on his tray and picked a bit off, throwing it at you. ‘You’re disgusting.’ ‘Hey! Don’t throw food at me, Harrington.’ You laughed at him. ‘Oh yeah, what are you going to do about it?’ ‘I’ll set you on fire.’ You jokingly glared at him. ‘You wouldn’t do that. I’m your best friend. Anyway, what are your plans for this evening?’ ‘Oh, I’ve got a big date, huge actually. With Jeopardy.’ ‘You need to get out more. Go on an actual date with an actual human.’ ‘With who exactly? All the boys here are gross.’ ‘I’m sure you’ll find someone.’ Just then the lunch bell went off signalling the end of the period. You grabbed your bag out from under the table and slung it over your shoulder. ‘I’ll see you later, Harrington.’ ‘See you, and remember don’t be late or I’m not taking you home.’ ‘Yeah, yeah.’ You mumbled walking off. Heading towards your next class.

You had decided not to go to your final period that day. It was only study hall which you hated plus you wanted to read your book and the study hall teacher never let you read unless it was for school. You had found a bench in the forest nearby the school, far enough that you wouldn’t be caught but close enough you could hear the bell so you weren’t late for meeting Steve. You had your copy of Rosemary’s Baby open, you had seen the movie before but had never read the book and so far you were enjoying it. ‘Hello.’ You heard a voice behind you say causing you to drop your book on the forest floor. You spun around seeing some guy you’d see around your school. You couldn’t remember his name but his long, curly hair and the fact that everyone called him a freak made him stand out. ‘Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.’ He leant down and picked up your book from the ground looking at the cover. ‘Rosemary’s Baby, nice I’ve seen the film.’ He said handing it over to you. ‘Umm, yeah, I love the movie so I decided to read the book.’ You spoke cautiously kind of freaked out as to why he was also out in the woods. You were pretty sure you’d be alone out here. ‘I’m Eddie.’ He said sitting down opposite you and holding out his hand for you to shake. ‘Y/N.’ You shook his hand looking at the rings on his fingers. ‘Cool rings.’ ‘Thanks, cool shirt.’ He said pointing at the Slayer shirt you were wearing. ‘Thanks, I saw it at a thrift shop and I just had to have it.’ You said fiddling with the hem. He was kind of cute actually. You didn’t know how you hadn’t noticed before. ‘Well, it’s good to see there are some people in this town that appreciate good music. Although I can’t imagine your boyfriend is a big fan of metal.’ ‘Boyfriend?’ You looked up at him confused. ‘Yeah, you’re Harrington’s girl right?’ ‘Steve? Eww no, he’s just my friend. Plus he’s dating Nancy.’ You made a face of disgust at the idea of dating Steve. ‘Ah, I just figured you guys were together considering you’re always flirting, like today at lunch.’ ‘That’s not flirting that’s just… being friendly.’ ‘So you’re dating Byers then?’ ‘Okay that’s even worse, he could basically be my brother.’ You loved Jonathan, you two had a lot in common, probably more than you in common with Steve, but having lived with him and Joyce being a mother to you, you could never even imagine dating him. ‘Hey is your shirt for DnD?’ You said looking at his shirt. You had no idea what Hellfire Club was aside from one of the many school clubs but it seemed cooler than basketball or math club or whatever. ‘Yeah, how did you know?’ ‘The dice.’ You said pointing to the corner of your own shirt where the dice sat on his own. ‘I used to play but I haven’t in a while.’ It was true you loved DnD. Although you would probably struggle to play now as you had only ever played 2nd edition and a bit of 3rd edition after it came out, neither of which existed currently. ‘Ah well, Hellfire is actually the DnD club I run if you want to come. It’s only guys but it’ll be nice to have a girl there.’ ‘Yeah, I’ll definitely consider it.’ You smiled. God, you’d been speaking to this guy for like two minutes and you were crushing on him. Maybe Steve was right, you needed to go on a date if you got this flustered just from talking to a guy. A very attractive guy who shared a lot of your interests but still he was just a guy. ‘Well, as lovely as it’s been talking to you, sweetheart, I am unfortunately here on business and I don’t think you want to be around for that.’ He indicated to the black metal lunchbox in front of him and you realised that it didn’t just contain his lunch. Although you were less focused on that and more focused on the fact he’d just called you sweetheart. ‘Ah sorry, I’ll head off. The school day is nearly over anyway and if I don’t get back, I won’t get home.’ You said shoving your book into your bag. You stood up getting ready to walk away when you thought. ‘Actually how much do you sell for?’ You asked him. He raised his eyebrows at you. ‘You smoke?’ He questioned you, a smirk on his face. ‘Not in a while.’ You replied. It was true, you had smoked a couple of times back in Nevada as it helped numb your powers. Now you needed a smoke because at night it hit you. The truth is that you would never get back to your family, that at some point in the future they were looking for you and that kept you up at night. Plus the nightmares that your back in the facility, waking you but in a cold sweat. You needed something to help you sleep. ‘You haven’t done a lot in a while.’ ‘Yeah. I got sent to one of those rehabilitation camps for deviant teens, you know the sort of thing I’m talking about. So yeah, can’t do anything fun at those.’ You lied. You couldn’t exactly tell him the truth. That you’d been kidnapped in 2001 and somehow time travelled back to 1982. I mean if you started telling people that you’d be committed. ‘Oh yeah, I know the sort of thing. Well, it’s $20 for a half-ounce.’ He said opening the lunchbox and pulling out a bag marked with a weight. You nodded and dug around in your bag, pulling out your wallet and grabbing a twenty, handing it over to him. ‘Pleasure doing business with you.’ He said handing over the bag before stopping. ‘I assume if you were sent away you don’t have all the other shit?’ He asked. ‘Yeah but I can go grab some.’ You couldn’t go to the general store as Joyce worked there but there were other places in town that sold rolling papers and filters, and although it wasn’t the best option you could probably use a pepper grinder. ‘Don’t bother. I’ve got it.’ He smiled grabbing papers, filters, and a grinder, before handing you the bag with all the stuff in it. ‘Thanks, how much extra do you want?’ You asked him, shoving it in the bottom of your bag. ‘Consider it on the house.’ He winked at you, causing heat to rise in your face. ‘Oh well, double thanks then.’ You zipped up your bag and picked up it off the bench. ‘You give all your customers free shit?’ You asked smiling at him. ‘Only the pretty ones.’ He said smiling back at you. ‘Well when you run out, you know where to find me.’ He indicated around him. ‘Yeah, I’ll see you around.’ You said starting to walk away. You were definitely late to meet Steve for your ride home at this point but you were too happy to care. ‘Nice to meet you, Y/N.’ He called after you. ‘Nice to meet you too, Eddie.’ You said turning around to face him before walking back towards the school.

When you reached the school you still hadn’t stopped smiling. You saw Steve leaning against his car and when he stopped you he looked pissed. ‘I told you not to be late.’ He said climbing into the driver’s seat. ‘Yeah you also said, you’d leave without me which you didn’t’ You said climbing into the passenger side. ‘Well, I felt bad abandoning you. Why are you so smiley anyway?’ He said looking over at you with a look of confusion on your face. ‘I am not smiley.’ You tried to make your face more neutral but you couldn’t get Eddie out of your head. ‘Umm, yeah, you are. You’ve got a big stupid grin on your face.’ ‘Oh so I’m not allowed to be happy is that it? Just because I’m stuck in the past with no family, I have to be miserable, huh?’ ‘No that’s not what I’m saying. You’re just all mopey most of the time.’ ‘Such a bad friend Harrington.’ You shook your head at him. ‘You’re a bitch you know that.’ He shook his head and laughed at you. He stopped pressing you and you drove the rest of the way back to your trailer in silence.

March 19th, 1984

The weekend had been fairly uneventful. You had gone round to the Byers' as you did every Saturday spending the time talking to Will about his DnD game while helping Joyce in the kitchen. The rest of your weekend was spent smoking your supply and watching whatever shit was on TV. When Monday rolled around you woke up early and got dressed, putting a bit more effort into your appearance than you normally did. You told yourself it was because you just wanted to feel nice but it was definitely because you wanted Eddie to notice you. After arriving at school, you and Steve were stood by your locker as you grabbed a couple of books. Nancy had been with the two of you but she had headed to class early to ask the teacher a couple of questions giving Steve an opportunity to ask you about gift ideas for her. ‘I don’t know, I have very different tastes from Nancy. Why are you getting her a gift anyway?’ You asked as you shut your locker. ‘Because I want to do something nice for my girlfriend. Hey, can we go grab some stuff from my locker?’ ‘Yeah sure.’ You said and two of you started walking towards his locker. As you were walking you spotted him. There was Eddie who stood talking to the other members of the Hellfire Club. You couldn’t help but stare at him. God he looked so good, his rings and long hair and the chain hanging from his jeans. You can’t believe you’d never really noticed him before. I mean he was exactly your type. ‘Ow.’ You said as you collided with a door. You had been so busy staring at Eddie that you hadn’t even noticed that one of the classroom doors directly in front of you was open. ‘Who put a door there?’ ‘What’s wrong with you? You weren’t listening to anything I said then you walk into a door.’ ‘Nothings wrong with me.’ You said glancing back at Eddie. Steve followed your eyes and gasped. ‘Munson? Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson, is what’s got you distracted?’ He laughed at you. ‘He’s not a freak, he’s nice. And I’m not distracted.’ You blushed slightly. ‘Oh my god. You have a crush on him.’ Steve said far too loudly. ‘I do not! And can you keep your voice down, I don’t think they heard you in Oregon.’ ‘All boys are gross I’m never getting in a relationship.’ Steve mocked you. ‘Now you’re here crushing on Eddie Munson.’ ‘Could you please shut up?’ ‘I’m just excited that my best friend is finally going to get a boyfriend.’ He said wrapping you in a hug and tousling your hair. ‘I am not going to get a boyfriend and you’re being annoying.’ You said escaping from his grasp. You flatten your hair back down, glancing over at Eddie hoping he hadn’t noticed Steve being an idiot. He was still talking to his friends, laughing, and joking around. ‘You guys would be perfect together. You both listen to that terrible metal music.’ ‘Hey! Don’t diss metal music.’ You lightly smacked him on the chest. ‘Besides having the same music taste doesn’t mean we should date.’ ‘No, but the fact your eyes are practically shaped like hearts right now does.’ You sighed, Steve was never going to let this go. You looked back over to Eddie realising that he was also looking at you. When the two of you made eye contact, he winked at you causing you to blush. You were far too into him.

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[bqluvr]

On Set (2/2)

Warnings: smut!

Words: 2.6k

A/N: i feel like i always write too much someone pls help me

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It had been a week since your little interaction with Q and ever since then, you had avoided him like the fucking plague. Ducking behind equipment and hiding when he passed by, pretending to be immersed in a conversation when he was close, outright changing the direction you were walking when you saw him. You even went out of your way to take a sick day when you knew Q had to film a part of the show on his own for one of the Jokers’ punishments, just so you wouldn’t have to be around only him.

Q hadn’t tried to approach you, but you knew you could only play this game for so long. It was tiring having to be on your toes, and it made your job much harder when you were never relaxed.

“Sound check?” One of the crew yelled out. You came back into the moment and sent your coworker a thumbs up, signalling that everything was good on your end.

“1, 2, and,” Pete pointed towards the Jokers on ‘3’ and they filmed their intro, this challenge being ‘putpocketing’ in the grocery store. This was one of the crew’s favourite challenges as it was always amusing to see the Jokers make new ways to place pencils or whatever it was into unsuspecting peoples pockets.

“Got it, everyone get set up and we’ll meet back in an hour,” you listened to Pete’s orders and slid your headphones down so they hung around your neck, the heavy material pressing against your skin uncomfortably. You grabbed a few things you needed and walked into the grocery store, discreetly fixing a couple mics that you taped up against counters and shelves to pick up audio clearly.

You had finished your job for now but you were too afraid to go out and smoke, knowing that the risk of running into Brian and not having an excuse to avoid him was far greater outside than it was around other people. The craving of a fresh cigarette was on your mind though, and with the stress you had carried the past week, you needed a break.

If you were quick about it, you wouldn’t bump into him.

With that thought, you scoped him out in the crowd of staff and made sure he was engaged in conversation before silently whisking out the door and around the corner of the store. You let out a hefty sigh and leaned your back fully against the brick wall, slowly lowering yourself until you were sitting with your elbows resting on your knees.

The ground was disgusting, you knew that, but you didn’t care. It felt nice to be in the slight breeze, away from the suffocating humidity indoors. You pulled out a cigarette from your pocket along with a lighter that you now made sure to carry everywhere.

You lit the dart and took a drag, allowing the smoke to warm your insides before letting it out through your nose, the familiar smell encasing you. You had a hard time smoking without thinking about Brian and the way you almost kissed him. It proved difficult to smoke even on break at work, just because the thought of running into him and having to talk to him made your pulse quicken.

The world seemed to work against you, though, because you heard the door open a couple feet away on your right. Who else would it be but Q?

You knew he already saw you but you hastily stood up and brushed yourself off, turning to your left and stepping away as fast as you could. That was the plan, at least. You only made it a few steps before his voice stopped you dead in your tracks.

“Y/N, hold on,” he huffed, and you heard the gravel crunch beneath his sneakers as he walked closer to you. He was now behind you and you had no choice but to turn around, desperately looking everywhere but in his eyes.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck is goin’ on?” Brian’s voice was strained and you could tell he was upset. The anger in his voice startled you a bit, as he was never the type to get mad at anyone.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you played dumb, still looking down at your boots. You saw his feet step closer and when you finally looked up, the closeness between you two made you lose your breath.

“Right,” he scoffed, “I feel like I haven’t even seen you since we smoked together.”

“Okay? I’ve been busy,” you retorted, shuffling away from him slightly. He scoffed again and crossed his arms, trying to catch your eye. You kept looking away.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I told you I’ve been busy,” you wanted nothing more than to turn on your heel and bolt, but you knew that would only make things worse.

“Fuck sake,” Brian used one hand to rub his face, “I’m sorry if what I did made you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Okay.”

“I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Okay,” you responded again. You could tell he was growing more and more frustrated, but you didn’t care. If he had kissed you and Pete saw, you would have lost your job. It didn’t matter who he kissed because Pete couldn’t fire one of the Jokers, but he could fire you without a second thought. You risked your job by being that close with Brian and he risked absolutely nothing.

“Please stop avoidin’ me. I can’t deal with it.”

“Why does it matter if I avoid you? It’s not like I’m the only person you talk to on set,” you quipped, feeling annoyed.

“I enjoy talkin’ to you, and after what I did,” he huffed, “I felt like I almost fucked up the relationship we have.”

“Almost?” You repeated incredulously, “what the fuck do you mean almost?”

He gave you a quizzical look and you felt every emotion you carried brew up inside you.

“I know you don’t give a shit who you flirt with, but it matters to me. If Pete had seen that, I wouldn’t fucking be here,” you raised your voice a bit, “I can’t believe how hard headed you are.”

“You’re kiddin’,” Brian furrowed his brows, “I know I did somethin’ wrong, but that doesn’t mean you get to call me hard headed.”

“It’s the only thing I can think of that describes you. You think with your dick, Brian.”

You could practically see the steam pouring from Brian’s ears, but you felt the exact same. You were furious with him.

“Don’t fuckin’ talk to me like that.”

Despite the heated moment you two were having, you couldn’t help but feel the familiar wetness pool between your legs. With the way Brian’s voice grew deeper and more commanding, his arms crossed and his shoulders looking bigger, all you could think about was dropping to your knees and relieving both of your anger.

“Or what, Brian? You know that it’s true.”

“Do you ever know when to shut the fuck up?” He growled, and you were taken slightly aback. You didn’t expect that from him.

Before you could even blink you were being pressed up against the hard brick wall, your breath speeding up and your heart working overtime. You didn’t even think as you grabbed the collar of Brian’s shirt and roughly pulled him towards you, connecting your lips.

The kiss set off fireworks in your stomach and it made your mind fuzzy. If Brian’s big hands weren’t planted firmly on your waist, you would have toppled over.

Brian was relentless in his hungry kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and his teeth pulling your bottom lip slightly when he detached his lips from yours. He took a second to breathe deeply and you did the same, trying your best to calm yourself down. Your face was hot, your palms were sweaty, and you were turned on beyond belief. Everything you were feeling was wrong.

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Brian murmured in a low tone. The only thing you could do was pull him in for another breathtaking kiss, all but melting into him. He held onto you like his life depended on it.

Brian pulled away from you and held onto your wrist, gently but sternly guiding you back into the grocery store. You loosened your wrist from his grip and he looked back at you, confused.

“What are you doing? Everyone’s gonna see us,” you whisper-yelled at him.

“So let them. If Pete fires you, I’ll fire him,” he told you, not leaving any room for arguments. You were still extremely nervous but did your best to discreetly follow Brian as he slipped into a nearby bathroom.

Once the two of you were in there, his lips were attached to your neck, littering hickies on your soft skin. He was careful not to make them dark, which you were grateful for.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Brian murmured into your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt and tracing the bottom of your bra. You felt tingles every time he moved his hands. He slowly lifted your shirt, holding the bottom of it to your lips until you bit down on it so your bra was exposed to him.

“Every time you walked past me,” he mumbled through the kisses he left on the top of your breasts, “I could smell your fuckin’ perfume. It drove me crazy.”

You moaned in response, your hands tugging at his hair and pulling him closer. The shirt you held between your teeth blocked some of your view of him, so you quickly took it off.

“Fuck, you feel what you do to me?” Brian groaned, grabbing one of your hands and placing it on top of his pants. You could feel his cock through his jeans and he let out a sharp exhale when you squeezed gently.

He allowed you to leave your hand on his pants as he leaned into you again, kissing you once more. This time it was slow, and you let yourself pour everything you felt into the kiss. You felt him do the same, one of his hands cupping your cheek as he pulled you impossibly close.

“Brian, if we’re gonna fuck, you better hurry up,” you whispered against his now swollen lips. He laughed and gave you another quick peck before shedding his shirt and throwing it on the ground next to yours.

Your pants were next, and he pulled them down to your ankles but didn’t waste time on taking them all the way off. He did the same with his own pants and boxers, only lowering them enough for his cock to spring free.

You reached out to touch him but he swiftly pinned your hand against the door, leaning in to kiss your cheek affectionately.

“I’ll cum too fast if you touch me right now,” he admitted with a chuckle, but you could tell he was slightly embarrassed. In your opinion, it was hot. It was hot that he was so desperate for you that even your touch could set him off.

“I won’t. Touch me,” you answered. He grinned at you and pulled your sports bra down so your breasts could spill out from the top. He quickly took one nipple in his mouth and used his free hand to tug and play with your other nipple before switching.

His movements were sloppy and needy, but you couldn’t blame him. You felt the exact same way. You had for quite some time.

A loud moan caught in your throat when Brian’s hands traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it slightly and letting it snap against your skin. He slid his finger down to rub over your clit through your underwear and you tried to stay quiet as you moaned, reaching one hand down to hold onto his wrist.

He rubbed circles on your clit, leaving you impossibly wet. You messily pressed your lips to him and hummed into his mouth when he moved his finger just right.

“Enough, Quinn, we don’t have time,” you mumbled, nibbling on his earlobe and placing a few kisses on the side of his neck. He only grunted in response before removing his hands from you in order to pump his cock a few times, making sure you both were ready.

Brian didn’t bother taking off your underwear, he instead pushed it aside and in one swift movement, he entered you. Both of you moaned at the satisfaction of the feeling, and his head dropped to your shoulder as soon as he started to thrust.

The cold wall was uncomfortable on your naked back but you paid it no mind because all you could focus on was the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, and the sound of his fast breaths meshed with the occasional grunt.

“Fuck, right there,” you whined into his ear as you felt him hold onto your hips and pull them down to meet each of his thrusts. He was going at a fast pace, trying to make sure you both could cum before you had to leave.

“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he groaned, his words muffled as he bit down on your shoulder slightly. You scratched your hands down his back, feeling ecstasy pumping in your veins as he hit your sweet spot over and over.

You felt Brian tap two fingers on your thigh and you took that as an invitation to jump up. He caught both of your legs and guided you so they were wrapped around his waist, allowing him to crowd you further against the wall and reach even deeper with his movements.

Each of his hard thrusts drove you closer and closer to the edge, and in no time, you were falling over it with barely any warning. Your core tightened around Brian and he groaned loudly, his hands running up and down your body.

“Shit, Y/N, ‘m so close,” he stuttered through his words. You once again clenched around him and he whimpered at that.

“Cum for me, Bri,” you murmured into his ear along with a few more praises. That was all it took for him to twitch inside you for a moment, his cum spilling into you as he let out a sharp exhale.

“That was-“

“Perfect,” he finished your sentence, slowly pulling out of you and smirking when he saw his cum leaking out onto the inside of your thighs and all over your underwear.

“Are you gonna stand there and smile like an idiot or are you gonna help me clean up?” You snorted, pushing past him to get the toilet paper and wipe yourself off. You tossed him a few clean squares and he also cleaned up before tossing it in the trash.

Once you fixed your clothes and hair, you made your way to the door. As soon as you put your hand on the handle, Brian was holding your waist from behind to stop you.

“Before you go,” he mumbled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine, “I’d like to take you out to dinner sometime.”

You turned around and looked at him like he had three heads.

“Do you know how crazy you sound?”

“Why is that crazy? I love bein’ around you and the sex is fuckin’ incredible,” he grinned, making you smile a little in turn. You knew that a relationship with him would be difficult.

But with the way he held onto your waist so possessively and the way his eyes stared down at you with nothing but care behind them, you just couldn’t resist.