#it was nice but weirdly hard to draw mark again

[braisedhoney]

iron lung trailer… iron lung trailer…

[neovisioned]

♡ꜜ eddie ate dynamite﹫johnny suh

fangs - matt champion PLAYLIST

pairing : johnny x reader (f), feat. ten as johnny’s best friend and roommate and jaehyun as your college friend. 

genre : fluff, another case of smut with too much plot, pianist!johnny, guitarist!reader, college!au, neighbour!au, strangers to friends to lovers, warnings : ten being a cockblock, it’s overall really cute. heavy making out, grinding, marking, slight choking, slight thigh riding, mutual masturbation, slight panty kink and menhandling, oral, penetration. word count : +22k synopsis : where you never really tried to make friends with your neighbours. after all, most of them – if not all – are families that would not have much time to talk to a college student. you don’t mind, you’d rather spend some time with your guitar. but your new young neighbour doesn’t seem as anti-social as you are, it’s eleven past meridiem when someone airdrops a tab sheet on your computer, you play it. a/n : i got this idea while i was showering just after i ordered my electric guitar, i also felt like shit so figured writing about my ult would cheer me up.

Calm and clean streets, pretty cherry trees dotted in red, small park filled with multicolor flowers, you remember the day you moved in your neighborhood like it was yesterday. You don’t say it much, but you love everything about your district. Yes, it might be mostly – if not totally – filled with small families and couples in their thirties, and they usually don’t have much to tell you, you still love the tranquility.

No college students being obnoxiously loud, no parties every week, no gatherings of wannabe frats.

You have to say, you got lucky. The small – but convenient and comfortable – apartment you’re ranting is what you could call a “perle rare”, a gem.

After searching and searching for anything that could fit a college student and it’s budget, you found this very building, freshly built. Only fifteen minutes away from the city center, exactly seventeen minutes away from your university, you couldn’t really believe your eyes, you even thought it was a scam at first. A more than decently sized apartment at the second to last floor, elevators, almost soundproof walls, balcony, big windows facing south, you couldn’t ask for more.

Even better, the owner was a family friend, a deal that made everyone happy was quickly made and, a few days after your twenty-first birthday, you moved in.

It was a bit more than a year ago and you have to say, you quickly made yourself at home, you didn’t mind leaving alone either. Besides, you had friends over a few times a month, and your family didn’t hesitate to visit without any notice.

Ah, and, a few days after moving in, you found this very cute and cosy coffee shop down the street. Oh, how you got addicted to their éclair au chocolat and their croissant. You’re a regular there, now, and the short brunette girl at the register still makes fun of you for your pronunciation. They also make a pretty good iced vanilla coffee, one you’re drinking this very moment, hands turning cold over the transparent plastic.

“Y/N, hey ! I have something for you !”, a voice you quickly grew familiar to sings the moment your badge opens the front door to your building. Sun Sangkyu, building H7’s concierge, doesn’t even wait for the glass door to close behind you to stand up from his chair, searching for the said “something”.

He’s a balding man, you’d say he’s around sixty-something years old. He agreed to work at the desk for good money despite his age, you remember him saying he loves it, it distracts him for the day while his wife volunteers with kids in a less wealthy area. Sangkyu wears big glasses that often fall down the bridge of his nose, eyes half moons whenever he smiles with his little diastema.

“Ah-a, I know what it is !”, you match his tone almost perfectly, a smile stretching your lips. Walking a bit closer to the men’s cubicle, one he customized so much it contrasts with the minimalist style of the entrance.

Red banner for the Chinese New Year, you’re surprised he did not take it down sooner. Next to it, he has multiple drawings from the kids in the building, pictures of him, his wife and kids.

“There it is. Such a tiny box, what did you order ?”, he asks, and the middle aged men doesn’t hesitate to shake the box a little, bringing it to his ear. He’s a bit too curious for his own good, but you don’t mind, it’s funny.

“Guitar picks.”, you tell him with a laugh once he lets the cardboard box fall into your waiting hands.

At that, he frowns.

Small pout on his thin lips, his dark brown eyes shift to the left as he tried and search in his memory.

“But…What about the ones you brought last winter ?”, he asks carefully, almost like he’s scared of not recalling things well. But, after all, you were the only guitarist in the building.

“I…lost them…”, you answer after a few seconds of silence, like a child admitting they misplaced something to their father.

“Ya…”, his instinct kick in with the noise escaping his face, slightly rolling his eyes, drawing out the last letter. “Anyways, I have something else for you.”, he looks at something on the floor, probably where he left his leather bag.

“But, I didn’t or-.”

“My wife made some yesterday !”, he cuts you abruptly, wide toothy smile as he slides a paper bag. And, oh, you already know what they hold by the smell alone. Baozi, steamed stuffed buns Sangkyu’s wife can make like a real master, your mouth salivates with the thought alone.

“Oh, bless her.”, a sigh tumbles from your lips, clenching the small bag against your chest. As you open your mouth to thank him, the slight buzz of the door opening catches your attention. You notice a rather tall men pushing the door with his back, strong arms holding boxes.

“Thank you very much, Sangkyu. Have a nice day !” You conclude with a smile, nodding as the oldest returns the gesture, face already towards the unknown men.

You don’t pay much attention, quickly walking towards the elevator with your two precious items in hand. Your index taps the code and your floor number like a mechanism and, just before the metallic doors close, you catch the unknown men sighing, “One more box and we’re done, Mister Suh !” Ehm, the apartment on the second floor probably found a new owner, you think at first, the thought brushed away in a second.

The ride to your floor is a quick one, your full attention on the small box in your hand, one you’re trying to open as best as you can. But you quickly find hard to rip the thick duct tape with your left hand occupied with the wrapped food.

“Oh, fuck !”

What was meant to happen, happened. As the feminine yet weirdly robotic voice announces your floor with a “Floor number nine, floor number nine.”, you drop the small box. The cardboard hits the floor with a small sound, laying lifeless a few centimeters away from your shoes. Great, that will teach you. Leaning down, you pick the box up with a sigh, straightening your back as the grey metallic doors open in front of you, left wrist twisting to let your digits wrap around your keys. And it’s your turn to frown. Eyebrows furrowed, you take a step forward, taking your body out of the elevator before the doors close and head down again.

Boxes, boxes everywhere. Your door’s on the left, body naturally facing your apartment but your eyes can not help but look at the overwhelming amount of…stuff laying there. Probably a dozen cardboard boxes in the hallway, the door’s open to the empty apartment if it’s not for all the wrapped furniture in the entrance. Uh, so it’s not the second floor. You have to say, you’re a bit surprised. When you moved in, you remember this very apartment being owned by a middle-aged woman, the fake blonde told you about the three other places she owned and ranted all year around. Be it to travelers, students, young adults. Someone ranted it for two months at best, before moving out, you don’t even remember their faces, to be honest. You never asked why it was always empty, you just figured the area was more appealing to families that would rather buy their own place rather than rant it for god knows how much.

Well, seems like you have a new neighbor. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll introduce yourself later, once they’ll be done with moving in. Let’s be real, you’re not Bree Van de Kamp from Desperate Housewives but, you were well raised. Ah, and, you should probably tell them about your habit of playing the guitar a bit too late at night, you think as you finally take your attention off the open apartment and go for your own. Everything might be pretty well isolated, you don’t want to risk starting beef with people you barely know leaving right next to you.

Plus, who knows, maybe they’re nice.

Knife stabs the duct tape, the brown layer easily ripping under the sharp object. Comfortably sat on your bed, you quickly tear the cardboard with your hands, leaving the packaging on the floor of your bedroom, neatly leaving the small bag of picks you ordered on your white sheet.

It’s around ten and a half post meridiem when you finally get around opening your order. College life is one you knew would be busy, but seventeen years old you never knew you’d spend hours on an essay’s introduction. But thank god, you finished a good chunk of your assignment, showered, ate and now, it’s time for a bit of relaxation.

It’s sort of a ritual for you, a way to reward yourself after a productive day. You take a long shower or a good bath – it depends on the bath bombs you have in stock –, you eat a good, hot meal and get to your room for some alone time with none other than your beloved guitar.

The sun’s already set, the streets’ lights filling your bedroom. And, that’s when you notice the dim light coming from the room right on front of you. The layout of every apartment being identical, you know it’s another bedroom, few meters away from your own. It’s a bad habit you developed after your old neighbor left, you’d pull your curtains to the side and eventually took them out, they clashed with your room’s aesthetic anyways. After all, if no one was leaving there, you would let your window wide open for a bit more light.

You figure you should maybe go and find where you stacked them and get ready to struggle for an hour before eventually, putting them up again. But for now, you don’t mind, if your new neighbor actually pulls his curtains to look outside, all they will be able to see’s your light purple colored walls, paintings and pictures, your overly packed schedule stuck right on top of your desk.

You don’t let your mind wonder too much, after quickly opening the thin packaging, you let the small plastic picks fall on your bed. Medium sized, you choose the color you like the best, abstract design in red, black and white. Now that you think about it, you really don’t know where the six other ones disappeared, you even used to keep the last one in your phone case.

Digits wrap around the slender neck of your electric guitar, picking it up from the stand it rested on for a few days now, instrument easily finding its place on your lap. Ah, how you love the feeling of the smooth material under your fingertips, left hand on the body to keep it from falling as you lean forward. The Jack cable you left laying there a few days ago moved a bit, hiding under your bed but you’re quick to grab it, plugging it where it belongs. A flick of the wrist, you turn on your amplifier, turning a few settings. Now that you have neighbors, maybe you should turn the volume a bit down. Until now, you could play as loudly as you wanted thank to the building’s isolation and a few other…reasons. The men living right above you was a bit older than Sangkyu, and he had a few hearing problems, plus he didn’t mind the music at all even if he heard it a bit, when your window was opened. The women leaving right under you is in her mid-thirties, a nurse that had a working schedule you cannot wrap your head around. One thing you know, she’s never there from nine post meridiem to some ungodly hour in the morning.

You’ll talk to your new neighbors tomorrow anyways, brushing the thought off as you place the strap on your shoulder.

“Eddie ate dynamite.”, you mumble under your breath, pick plucking at the three top strings. In tune, great. “Good bye Eddie.”, the three last strings are slightly out of tune, but your quickly arrange that with a few twists. Right hand flat on the six strings, you stand up from your bed, walking to your desk with a few steps. You had left a tab sheet open on your devise before going for your bath, screen lighting up as you open it. It’s a song you practiced once a few weeks back before forgetting about it. Bold, black letters, “Fangs – Matt Champion”.

Eyes scanning the numbers, your fingers quickly find the strings without you needing to even look at your guitar’s neck. Your body follows quickly, shoulders and head moving at the rhythm, it’s a chill tune you can warm your fingers up to. It’s a moment you adore, when your entire building’s silent, fresh breeze of the early summer sneaking into your room, multicolor lights flashing in your bedroom (tiktok made you buy them). Tones and sounds of stings being pulled fill your room, it’s no hard for you to remember the notes at the end, eyes closing as you finish the song.

A good song to start on, you think before opening your eyes and…?

“What’s that ?”, you ask out loud, eyes squinting at the window that opened itself on your screen. Apparently, someone’s trying to airdrop something. It’s probably a mistake, you think at first. A weird mistake, for sure, your laptop clearly had your name on it. Your index finger’s about to decline the request before you take a look at the actual picture sent. Is that…A tab sheet ? Your eyebrows furrow a bit more. Clearly, this was not a mistake. Eye travel to the window, could it be ? Your neighbor’s room is now lit up, but you can’t make anything up in it, unconsciously waiting for a head to pop-up. But hélas, no movement comes from the other side. It could come from anyone, but you doubt

“The Less I know The Better – Tame Impala”.

Ah, you’re not a stranger to the song, you have it in multiple playlists, but you never took the time to look at the tabs. At least the person has some good taste. It’s a weird situation for sure, is this…a request ?

Unconsciously, your fingertips press on the right strings. Eh, might as well try it, right ? Tune familiar, you go through the intro easily, though maybe you should’ve taken something to loop the sound. Irises focused on your screen, you try your best not to mess up, eyes sometimes traveling from your computer to the neck of your guitar. Brown polished wood glow under the purple light, it softly transitions to blue, green, and you stop after the chorus.

Maybe you’ll keep the sheet.

Cold morning breeze, sounds of a city waking up. Birds singing a bit too loudly, a few cars driving by, chatter from families and young adults all around, voices muted by how high you’re apartment is.

You follow along, body turning in your bed, though maybe in a less graceful way, softly shaking the sleep out.

You changed your sheet right before going to sleep, after playing a few other songs, flowery fragrance comforting, nose deep into the soft fabric. You almost think about not leaving your bed but hélas, you have some classes to attend today.

At least, they’re starting a bit late. Sleepy eyes shift to your clock, the very one that woke you up, nine ante meridiem, you have an hour to get ready, that should be enough.

Another bad habit, your hand grabs your phone as you roll over to your side, cheek squished on your pillow, one eye closed. Maybe you should not do that, apparently the second eye's vision can and will go down if you do this too much. You have an appointment soon anyways, working on your computer all day long got your eyes dry.

Checking mails, social media, texts, you tour your phone before finally stepping out of bed.

Music theory class, multiple hours of it. But, at least, it didn’t end late at all, today was your only free day. But again, depends on what is your vision of freedom, you'll probably end up at the bakery slash coffee shop down the street to study a bit more.

Arms stretching above your head, your lips part in a yawn you quickly hide behind your hand. Fuck, you probably slept on your arm, shoulder aching under your fingertips massaging the muscle.

Walking around your bed, you take a few steps, dragging your feet on your floor towards your window. You needed a bit of fresh air before anything else.

The weather's pretty good today, you note as you fully step in front of your window, skin gratefully taking in the sunlight, a few white clouds here and there in the sky but nothing to complain about. The sun seems to already be heating the air up, maybe you can go for a light coat today, or a thick top alone.

Naturally, your eyes fall straight forward, to the very window you were looking at the night before.

Curtains pulled to the side, your curiosity gets poked, maybe you can have a quick look at the room, right ?

It looks empty anyways, you think at first, but it seems the universe wants to annoy you a bit today. Just as you're about to detail the room opposite to yours, a figure walks in.

His shadow is the first thing you see, stretching on the beige painted walls of the room before he eventually steps in front of his window as well.

Fortunately for your dignity, the men has his back turned but how... Broad do they look, even from a distance.

You have no idea why, but you're stuck there, one side of your brain telling you to leave before you get caught and inevitably get label as the creepy neighbor while the other whispers that you might want to see the strangers' face.

Shoulder blades move against the tanned skin, hands quickly run in his honey colored locks, pushing them back, it seems your neighbor's getting ready too.

That's when you realize your hand's still gripping your window's handle, right hand falling to your side, you really should go and get ready too but... You wonder, is he the one that sent you the tab sheet yesterday ? Wouldn't you want to put a face a the music taste ?

As you're about to take a step back, the men turns slightly, applying what you can only assume is cream to his face, digits running down his jawline as he angles his head as desired. And oh, the one second long glimpse you get at his profile is enough to make your lips part.

Shiny locks falling in front of his eyes, straight nose, full lips, sharp jawline, a curse almost falls down from your lips. You'd think anyone would find the guy attractive from the small peak you just got but... Isn't this a bit... Weird ? You suddenly feel like a whole voyeur, your eyes detaching from the stranger as your morals kick in.

He doesn't look like a father, or maybe he's very young father ? But again, you didn't see anything for a baby yesterday, nor did you hear one crying yesterday night...

Maybe he moved in here with his significant other, even though young couple usually go for the other side of the city.

Or maybe, he's a college student like you are, does he have a roommate ?

Pupils traveling up again to the window, you're about to get on your toes for a better look. Maybe you should say introduce yourself tonight, rather than guessing and throwing hypothesis out there. And maybe, just maybe, you want to get a better look at his face.

He turns around, you duck to the side.

It’s around six after meridiem when you finally, finally get up from the sit you occupied for several hours now. Maybe you should’ve taken a break between two massive paragraphs to write, you think as your arms stretch up above your head. Thank god, the beloved coffee you decided to drop your bag in had some comfortable light beige chairs, cushion as still cloud-like, exactly like you found them the first day you entered the shop.

You wonder how they keep them so clean, someone must’ve dropped their dark coffee or chocolate on the unforgiving fabric at least once, you surely fear being one of these clients.

“You done ?”, familiar voice hums, and you just nod at the question, eyes falling on the black clock right behind the counter.

“Yeah, I can’t think anymore.”, you tell your friend, hand grabbing the second cup of coffee you brough, shaking it lightly to estimate the amount of liquid left. Jaehyun, maybe your closest friend in your university, pouts at that. Dirty blonde hair fall in front of his eyes as he grounds, before he lets his forward press against his computer’s touchpad. The poor guy had been struggling for an hour now, the rhythm of his fingers tapping on his keyboard gradually loosing speed. You have to say, you were in the same situation, writing and rewriting the same sentences again, brain refusing to cooperate after already vomiting out a few large paragraphs. But, unlike your friend, you decided to stop there for the day, you still had a full week to finish it anyways.  

“I can’t do this anymore.”, the Korean grounds again, dramatic nature kicking in as his head snaps back, rolling backwards, the men cannot go a day without faking death.

“Save it, we still have a week to do it.”, you sigh out, but you don’t hide the smile growing on your face at his antics. Though, you don’t wait for his answer, saving your own file before closing your laptop.

“Six days. Six.”, he corrects, like a day changes anything anyways. See, Jaehyun needs to turn his paper in a single day before yours, since he had chosen to attend the very class twenty-four hours before you. Rolling your eyes, you know the men cannot read your facial expressions, bag turned as you drop all your belongings into your bag.

“You gonna stay ?”, you simply ask, there’s no need for you to point out the slight difference in days. Jaehyun nods fingers running on his touch pad as he zooms out his Word Documents, eyes scanning over his six pages for any underlined errors. “Well, good luck. I didn’t finish this, want it ?”, you ask, eyebrows slightly raised as you push the still fresh iced coffee towards your friend, who doesn’t need more, lips wrapping around the straw.

“Text me when you’re home.”, Jaehyun mumbles, mouth filled with tiny ice pieces, pieces he quickly swallows. “Don’t work too late, text me too.”, you finish it like you too usually do, quickly waving before you walk out of view.

“Are you done, Y/N ?”, another familiar voice calls you out, one you know pretty well by now. See, the coffee shop is getting more and more exposure as days go by, but it does not meet the owner and workers will forget about the regulars, like you. “For the day, yeah. Still have a few things to write but I should be done tomorrow or the day after.” You smile at the brunette, Hana, coffee “Flâner”’s cashier. As said, she���s a brunette with the longest locks you’ve ever seen. Or maybe she has black hair, you think it depends on the lighting. Anyways, she’s been there since the opening, working 4 days a week, greeting costumers with a smile and a light French accent whenever she spoke, thought you remember her saying she was born somewhere else.

“Ah, I hope you’ll have a good grade !”, she says cheerfully, black irises leaving your form as she places some cakes into their signature black box. “Is…Jaehyun staying ?”, the smallest asks, even behind the counter, you can’t help but notice her small, petite figure. It’s like she doesn’t dare to look at you, and a small smile stretches your lips. Oh…She doesn’t hide her crush very well. You wonder, is Jaehyun staying late for another reason as well ?

“Ah, yeah. He’s proofreading what he wrote today.”, you explain, fainting obliviousness.

“Oh, alright !”, she responds with a smile, eyes flickering from your figure to the your friend’s. You’re about to leave, let them somewhat alone if you forget about the three other costumers drinking their tea, when your eyes fall the small cakes she’s arranging behind the glass. And god, how they look tasty. You guess they’re make of a chocolate mousse, a shortbread at the bottom, your mouth salivates. As said, you’re not the Bree Van de Kamp of your building but, if you’re going to greet your new neighbors today, shouldn’t you bring something ? And no, you’re definitely not doing this because of what happened this morning, no way.

“What are these ?”, you ask, taking a step closer.

“Un royal !”, she answers in French, your eyes squint as you try to say it back. How the fuck does she do that -r sound.

“Can I have two of them ? And a croissant, please.”, you order, hand already fishing for your phone. God, this shop will make you go bankrupt, they will also make you addicted to their food, if you’re not already.

“Sure, ma’am !”, the young girl answers, before she grabs yet another black box. Fingers push the cardboard until it takes the shape desired, iron tool dropping the cakes into it. You’ve done this so many times, it’s ironic. Right hand grabs the box, left hand turning your phone screen towards the young girl so she can scan the code.

“Thank you, good bye !”

“See you soon, Y/N !”

The glass door is pushed with a shoulder, smile stretching your painted lips when you give another look inside the shop, catching Jaehyun walking up to the counter. “Buying three coffees isn’t a way to flirt, Jaehyun.”, you laugh to yourself before leaving.

It looks like the sun is about to set, sunlight a lot less aggressive compared to the beginning of the afternoon. Cakes in hand, the walk to your building is a short one, though you come across the Hwang family from the fourth floor going to the park, greeting the mother with a smile, waving lightly at the twins she’s holding hands with. Ah, you really do love this area, you think as you walk along the park’s barrier, catching a few giggles and screams from young kids. And, from the sound of it, they started opening the water in the fountains.

“Cakes again !”, Sangkyu might be on the older side, he still has some sharp eyes, you note. The door closes behind you with a small noise, the lock activating itself. “Yes, cakes again.”, you say, shooting him a fake-ly offended glare, left hand to your chest. “But these aren’t for me, they’re for the new neighbor.”, you point out, walk slowing down in front of the men’s cubicle.

“Ah ! Mister Suh and…”, his face contours as he tries his best to recollect the second name. Oh, maybe it was a couple, good thing you got two cakes, even though you got one for yourself… “Right ! His roommate, Mister Leechayapornkul !”, his features light up with a smile as he correctly – you assume – recollects the second name. Ah, a roommate, you think, interesting. “Oh, I didn’t know they were two. I’m going to introduce myself now.”, you tell him with a smile.

“Ah, by the way, have you heard ? Miss and Mister Jeon want to organize something for the building’s anniversary, I’ll keep you up to date !”

On that, you leave the old men with a smile, quickly strolling to the elevator. The metal cubicle stops at the third floor, a young girl you don’t really know polite greets you before pushing the fifth button floor, she’s probably friends with the kids on that floor.

“Floor number nine, floor number nine.”, the metal doors open on your small hallway, and for the first time, you walk towards the right door. Deep, dark green color like yours, your shoes barely make a noise on the light beige carpet as they lead you to your neighbors’ place. You stay there for a second, mind questioning the dumbest things, should you wait a bit ? How many times should you knock…? Raising your fist up, the first joints of pointer and middle finger tap a few times on the dark wood. One, two, three. You wait.

Though, everything seems silent, if it’s not for the small noise of the elevator going up and down. Are they…Not there ? A small pout on your lips, you shift on your feet, both hands grabbing onto the black box. The apartment was silent, you guessed your new neighbors were not there, your luck.

From : Jaehyun, 8:37 pm. : “im home !!” : “ended up proofreading and wrote the second to last part” The well familiar name flashes on your phone, alongside a picture you took when you visited his family on the country side. Jaehyun’s rather tall body’s folded as he tries to ride on a small tricycle, legs so long his knees are above the handlebars. Quickly, your thumbs tap on the small keyboard as you walk toward your room.

After entering your bedroom, you decided to eat a bit earlier, taking a shower before going back to your guitar. The shower was a cold one, if the sun had already set, the air was dense, heavy. Moments after stepping out of your shower, a thin layer of sweat managed to gather around your hairline. It’s like the weather suddenly switched to the middle of summer, and you definitely were not ready for it.

To : Jaehyun, 8:38 pm. : “is it because of the third coffee you bought :D ?”

To : Jaehyun, 8:40 pm. : “…i do not know what youre talking about .” To : Jaehyun, 8:40 pm. : “when are you gonna ask her ?”

You send the message before locking your phone, throwing the devise on your bed. You’re quick to set up your guitar, since you left you amp’ plugged in yesterday. Right index flicks the switch up, before you plug the Jack cable in. However, as you’re about to flop on your bed again, you notice the screen of your phone lightening up as your college friend calls you.

“How did you know ?”, it the first think he asks, tone whiny, the second you accept the call and press the speaker button. “It is very much obvious, Jaehyun.”, you laugh out, left hand finding its place around the neck of your black and white guitar as you bring it on your lap.

“Do you she’s int-.”, Jaehyun starts as you play out a few random chords, thumb stroking the six strings ever so softly. “Yes.”, you cut him before he even manages to finish his sentence. “She’s into you. I thought you knew.”

“I, uh, I wasn’t sure.”, he mumbles, and you hear his fork pick whatever his eating. After hanging out around the male for some years now, you figured your good friend was a bit clueless when it came to his looks and charms. Yes, Jaehyun knows that’s he’s handsome, you don’t miss the opportunity to remind him whenever he gets dressed up or send you a selfie, as a good and supportive friend.

But, Jaehyun doesn’t really weight the affect he has on girls, guys, and everyone in between. You remember when this guy in your Music Therapy class, and another girl, you don’t really remember what hear studies were about, but she was in your distant group circle and they both had a big – massive – you’d say, crush on your friend. You remember both of them throwing some light hints at first, thought the girl went a bit harder after as the first eventually dropped it. Jaehyun, him, was completely oblivious until you told him one night, when he was staying over after a night out. “Ask her out already !”, you sign out, left hand over your guitar’s string, blocking any sound.

“I will soon, okay ! Give me some time, I’m…Thinking about the right way to do it.”, your friend starts, drinking something in between his words. “Anyways, moving on ! How’s your neighbor ?”

You sigh at the question, opening your laptop as you search in your files for something to play, you really should organize your things a bit better, you think to yourself.

“They weren’t there.”, you breath out, eyes unconsciously flickering to the window. From this angle, you can’t really see much, apart from the vague shapes behind the curtains, yellowish light on before you even came in your room.

“They ? Oh…Is it a couple ?”, Jaehyun asks, tone slightly disappointed. See, this morning, you obviously told your friend about the airdrop…Thing. Obviously, you had texted him before going to sleep but decided to keep much of the details for a real life conversation. After a hushed story-time, eyes travelling to your teacher every now and then to make sure he was not looking at you, you told him about what happened this morning.

Of course, it immediately poked the blonde’s curiosity, who would not be. As said, you and Jaehyun had been friends for some years now. When you two met, he was in a relationship that ended a few months after, you being there for him had strengthen the bond, he had been single ever since and you, had been single all the way. Sure, you had a few crushes, two or three people shooting there shot but, the crushes were always short-lived, nothing serious.

So, when Jaehyun heard that you found someone attractive after months of radio silence of the channel of your earth, someone who lives next to you at that, your friend jumped on the occasion, already hoping for something to happen before you even got to introduce yourself to the guy.

“I don’t know, Sangkyu said they’re two roommates.”, you inform, trying to recall the two names the oldest men told you hours before.

“…Are you sure you don’t want me to stalk ?”, Jaehyun proposes for the second time today. As soon as you finished your small story this morning, the Korean asked if you wanted him to do some stalking, promising and selling his apparently, amazing, skills in the domain.

“Jaehyun, no. I didn’t even introduce myself.”, you breathe out, half-desperate, half laughing at his antics. “Alright, alright. Go see them soon, alright ?”, there’s a small silence, you simply hum at his question. “Play me something while I do the dishes.”, your friend yawns and you oblige pretty quickly, after finally finding a song to practice to. Maybe you need a little more practice on the song, one by Frank Ocean in the “channel ORANGE” album he put out in 2012, if you recall correctly. On the other line, the sound of water running and dishes being done drowns the voice of your friend slightly singing to the song, one you two have on the collective Spotify playlist you have. Your attention stays on your screen, just in case you forget a chord and, as you’re starting the second chorus, something comes between your eyes and the sheet. Your hand comes flat on your guitar strings, stopping the music at once. You already know what it is.

Jaehyun does not stop the water, but his voice does comes closer, microphone muted every now and then as you hear him struggle. “Why did you- Oh, fuck, nooo. There’s sop everywhere.” You laugh breathlessly at his whines, eyes quickly looking at the black screen of your phone, like you’d be able to see your friend. Though, you hear him wipe his screen, cloth going over his microphone again.

“There ! Why did you stop ?”, he asks, bringing his mouth a bit too close to his phone. Staying silent for a second, your finger tap on yet another Airdrop. “He sent another one.”, you simply say, a bit quietly, as if your neighbor will be able to hear you. Pupils look over at the window, you almost want to get up and walk to your window but…

Jaehyun gasps softly over the phone, “Play it, play it.”, he says as you’re scanning the sheet sent. And oh, he’s that type. It’s crazy how two songs alone help you draw a quick sketch of your neighbor’s personality, or his music taste at the very least. Unlike yesterday, you don’t hesitate and open the file sent, though you have to say you already know the chords.

“Jae’. He sent The Neighbourhood’s Daddy Issues.”, you squick into the phone after grabbing into with your right hand. Jaehyun knows well, you still love the band but had an unhealthy obsession a few years back, not to mention your massive crush on Zach Abels.

“Oh. Ooh. He’s like that.”, Jaehyun notes as well, before he presses you again to play it. Urged by your friend, you lean forward to adjust the reverb on your guitar. “That’s…Kinda hot, though.”, your friend whispers out and you, yourself, can’t comprehend the sound that comes from your lips, something between a laugh and a choked gasp.

“Jae’…What ?”

“No, but, I mean…Daddy Issues, that’s hot.”, he tries to explain himself, you quickly shut him up by running your fingers over the six strings. You don’t really need to look at the tabs, from memory, your fingers find their rightful place.

“3D, 5D, 3G, 5D, 5B, 5G.”, you say as you play the notes, humming the rest as you play the intro.

“C minor, G minor, B flat major.”, and from then, you remember the song pretty easily. Between two chords, you turn the volume on your guitar up, just to make sure your neighbor’s hearing you play.

“That’s flirting.”, concludes Jaehyun once you’re done with the song, you know him well enough to know his mouth a bit agape.

“It is not.”, you tell him, though you’re not sure yourself what this is.

“You have to talk to him like, right now.”, he urges so loudly you have to turn the volume on your phone down.

“Now ? No ! I’m in my pyjamas, and I don-.”, you start, and it’s your friend’s turn to cut you off. “’kay, okay ! Go talk to him tomorrow, please ?”

“I will, don’t worry.”, you start, but before you can continue, you’re phrase’s cut again but this time, it’s by…A piano.

Your mouth parts for a second, a single syllable falling from your lips before you close your mouth. The tune’s familiar, but you never heard in played on a piano. Your head slowly raises, eyes fixated on your window.

“Can you hear this ?”, you quietly ask Jaehyun, who answers with a soft “Yeah”, sounding as dumbfounded as you do. Slowly, you get up from your bed, leaving your guitar on your bed, that’s when you realize how hot it is. The fabric of your shirt sticks to your skin, hands lacing into your hair as your push them up in a makeshift ponytail to let your neck get some air.

It's after a few notes that you finally put your finger on it. The Weeknd's last album, “After Hour”. “Repeat after me.”, you tell Jaehyun, I single “Oh” coming from his lips as he recolls the song.So he's a musician as well, you conclude easily. You never heard anyone play this very song on the piano, you wonder if it's his own arrangement.

On the other end of the line, the blonde's silent, carefully listening to the soft piano tunes as you do the same. Few steps take you to your window again, just like you did this morning. This time, curtains are pulled to the side, enough for you to  see the same broad shoulders under a black hoodie, back straight as his head hangs down towards the keyboard.

From your spot, you can't really see his fingers, but you do see his hands quickly running over the black and whites, pressing confidently. Seeing a pianist's always mesmerising, eyes stuck on the figure, you try your best to get a better view but, what can you do from your room ?

When the song ends, unlike this morning, you don't hide behind your wall. Your neighbor doesn't move, stretching his arms above his head, fingers laced together, a curse falls down your lips.

“Y/N. Send him a sheet.”

It's around five in the afternoon when you find yourself in front of your neighbor's door, holding a black box of cakes, for the second time this week. Your classes had ended two hours earlier today and maybe, maybe you should use that time to work on your assignment but since last night, you don't think you can go another day without introducing yourself to the building's new people. Plus, you have enough time, you tell yourself.

It's ironic, isn't it ? You weren't the type to go out of your way to speak to your neighbors, most didn't have a lot in common with you but now. Now, this nameless, a bit too handsome young guy moves in and you're bringing some patisseries in front of his door.

Music brings people together, you've always thought, you've always known and this, this is a pretty good example. You're pretty sure you wouldn't have went out of your way like this if the guy didn't send you a tab sheet, if he didn't play last night.

Like yesterday, you bring your first up, knocking a bit more confidently this time, thought you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

You barely have the time to let your hand fall down to your side when a deep, voice a bit far away let's out. “Coming !”

Of course, broad shoulder guy had to have a deep voice to go along side.

“Oh, hi.”, your soul almost jumps out of your body when the deep green door abruptly opens to reveal none other than your - handsome - neighbor.

“Hi...! Uh, I'm your next door neighbor, the name's Y/N.”, you let out, maybe you should thank your past self for practicing this very line right before stepping out of your apartment.

Your right hand's stretched out in front of your for him to shake, but your attention's on something else. Deep brown eyes stare down at you, they almost make you feel small. Or maybe they're a honey brown, you wonder as the plane blocking the sun finally moves away to reflect into his eyes.

Yes, definitely honey brown eyes, the same eyes that turn a crescent shape, just like before a full. moon.

He smiles at you with the same full lips you saw from your window, hands wrapping around your own.

“Ah, yes. Johnny, nice to meet you !”, he says, hand slowly shaking your own. Finally, a name on the face. You quickly notice the slight simple in the middle of his cheek before he lets go of your hand.

“Oh, I bought some cakes from the coffee shop down the street.”, you tell Johnny, both hands one the black box.

At this, his lips turn from a smile to an - o shape, eyes round. Maybe you guessed right at the moon phase.

“You didn't have to !”, your neighbor blurs out, hands at his sides for a few seconds before they eventually accept the gift when you slightly push the box towards him. Your eyes fall to his hands for a quick second and yes, definitely some pianist hands.

“It's just a small welcome gift ! I wanted to drop them yesterday but, I think you weren't there.”, you explain, a lot, lot more relaxed, though turning your attention away from the men's hands. This isn't the moment nor the place.

“Ah yeah, me and Ten we're out for the first grocery shopping trip.”, he explains, right shoulder leaning against his door frame. You get a quick glimpse at the apartment itself, though you don't look at it too long, everything looks already set up. You remember taking a week to get everything as home-like, but you guess having a second pair of arms help.

“Ten ?”, you ask, right hand wrapping around your left upper arm. Probably the one Sangkyu was talking about the other day.

“Yeah, he's my roommate.”, Johnny answers, letting a silence settle between the two of you. “Do you want to come in ? I won't be able to eat two cakes by myself.”, the men proposes after a few seconds, pupils landing on the black box. He probably saw the two cakes thank to the transparent part of the cardboard box, at the top.

Come in ? And... Eat with him ? Suddenly, your palms grow sweaty, slightly shifting one foot to another. “Oh, but. Your roommate.”, you mumble out.

Sure, at first, you bought two cakes, one for him and one for you. Though you thought you'd eat them by yourselves, when Sangkyu told you about the second person living there, you figured you'd keep the two cakes for your two neighbors.

“He's at his parents’ house to get some things, he won't be there until the day after tomorrow.”, the brunette tells you with a smile. His body moves a bit more, enough to let you enter. “Come on, I need someone to help me eat all of this.”

How can you say no to this ?

“Wait, it ends like that ? There’s no way he does that.”, laughs Johnny, a full laugh that shakes his chest, right under his plain white t-shirt. Short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, his body leans back, black jeans covered legs spread on his one person sofa.

“I swear he does, watch the second season !”, you interject quickly, straw mixing the iced tea in your long glass, ice cubes clashing against each other before eventually melting away.

“Yeah, I guess I will…! I never thought he’d kill her.”, you neighbor says, and he seems genuinely choked, bushy eyebrows raised.

After taking a step in his apartment, the pianist led you to the biggest sofa, where he left you for a few minutes. People say boys are bad at decorating their place, but you have to say Johnny and Ten’s apartment was already looking pretty good. Beige walls, a few black and white pictures were hung up right above the dark sofa. Wide windows on your left, your apartment has the opposite view. While you have a view towards the city center, street lights fascinating at night, Johnny has an amazing view on the park.

Large television right in front of you, you quickly notice de PlayStation 4 and switch neatly placed under it. On your right, just like your apartment, the small open kitchen, counter the only thing separating the two rooms. The honey-eyed seemed to have found his marks easily, navigating in the kitchen quickly. After taking out two plates and two small spoons, he placed the two cakes, refusing your help every time you offered it.

“Iced tea ?”, he had asked, taking out two long glasses when you agreed. Red hibiscus iced tea was poured and handed, before he sat in front of you. You do not remember well how the conversation around the series “You” started, but you recall seeing his Netflix profile on the tv screen.

“So, you live alone ?”, he asked after some seconds of silence, pillow lips wrapping around his metal straw.

“Yeah, I’ve been there for a year, I’d say.”, you start out, spoon digging into the chocolate mousse. “You’ll see, it’s lovely here.”, you tell Johnny with a smile he mirrors.

“I’m sure it is, everyone’s really nice. Especially Sangkyu.”, you laugh at that, the old men really has the power to give one memorable first impression.

“Ah, Sangkyun-.”, you laugh, “He’s something.”, you point out, yourself taking a sip of the iced tea. “Really good memory too, he made fun of me for buying two sets of guitar picks in a few months span.”

“Oh, right, the guitarist.”, Johnny smiles, placing his empty plate on his table. Pink tongue pokes out to wet his lips, your eyes shamefully follow the movement before forcing yourself to find his honey eyes again.   There it was, you didn’t know when nor how to bring the subject up, but you were thankful it happened naturally. For two people, two strangers, the conversation was going pretty well.

“Exactly ! By the way, sorry if the music’s too loud.”, you add quickly, yourself reaching towards the table to leave your empty glass. You’ll have to ask for the receipt. Johnny’s reaction is almost comical, his head shaking from left to right. “No, no ! It’s not too loud, not at all. T-That’s why I sent you a sheet, I liked it.”, he blurs he words out quickly, cute, you think.

Crossing one leg over the other, your eyes shift to the left for a quick second at the small compliment. “Thank you. You’re a good pianist.”, you return with a smile, spoon scraping the last bit of biscuit.

“Thank you very much, it means a lot. Have you been playing for long ?”, he asks, glass a quarter full left on the table. His right arm comes behind his sofa’s backrest, getting more comfortable.

“Since I was…eleven. Got an acoustic for my birthday and ended up selling it for an electric a year and a half later. What about you ?”, you explain, remembering the light brown instrument your parents got for you, you also remember it being way, way too big.

“Ah, yeah, I’ve always liked the sound of an electric guitar better. I was seven, or eight. My mother wanted me to learn and I ended up really liking it.”, he explains, fingers tapping on the sofa’s fabric.

Music brings people together, you tell yourself a second time when Johnny tells you about how her mother loves the sound of a piano, how she’d always stop next to her when he played. A kind of art that helps you learn more about a person, when he tells you his favorite songs to play and you tell him yours.

“But you do have a real pianist’s hands !”, you argue back when Johnny down plays one of your compliments, to which the brunette looks down. Crescent shaped eyes fall on his ring clapped fingers, a small smile on his lips he struggles to hide. “You noticed ?”, he asks, and you try to convince yourself his voice did not get lower.

“Well, yeah. A music student always looks at people’s hands.”, nice save, Y/N.

You learn the young men kept music as a hobby and currently studies international commerce et economics, Ten is a long, long time friend pursuing performing arts. You learn your neighbor’s not only a good looking men, brown locks falling in front of his, nose crunching up every time he finds something funny, rosy lips tugging up to reveal a row of white pearls. He’s also extremely well mannered. Soft spoken, polite, his chuckles put you in a comfort zone, the way he almost doesn’t let you help him clean the two plates a bit too cute. You find his presence entertaining.

Maybe it’s because you just met him, things to learn about him awaiting, but you don’t see the hours running by, nor does he.

It’s around ten post meridiem when Johnny insists to walk you to your door, handwritten receipt of his hibiscus iced tea in hand.

“Do you want me to st-”, Jaehyun asks over the phone for the third time in a week, or maybe for the fourth time, you lost count. Your devise rests right next to your laptop, which is propped on your desk.

“No, Jae'. I don't want you to stalk him.”, you breathe out into your microphone, fingertips tapping on your touchpad at a random rhythm. A paragraph, the conclusion, and you should be done on your essay.

“Too late. Got him !”, he almost chants out and, at that, there's a silence. Clear sign of your disappointment and your blonde friend's concentration. “Oh, wow. He's a photographer too ?”, he asks as if you can see his screen.

You hate it, you hate how your curiosity gets picked by the simple sentence. Needless to say, Jaehyun was filled in by every bit of information you got once Johnny walked you to your door, at least he waited two days before searching for your new neighbor's Instagram. Or at least you think.

“Oh wow. OH. Woah.”, your friend gasps into his microphone, your index taps aggressively on your keyboard, deleting the last sentence you wrote. He’s obviously doing it on purpose, pushing your bottoms. The blonde knows how curious you are, he’s just trying to see how long you can keep it together.

“Uh, Ja-. Show me, what did you find ?”, not very long, obviously.

“Ah, see ! Wait, I'll send you some screenshots. He's hot.”

He is, you want to answer, but would rather shut your mouth for now or you’ll never hear the end of it. Eyes finally leaving the screen of your laptop, they travel to another, finger unlocking your phone.

Your text messages with your friend enlighten your features, bubble appearing at the bottom.

“Finding him was extremely easy.”, Jaehyun points out, before a few screenshots are sent at the same time.

And indeed, you see how easy it must've been for your blonde boy. User johnnyjsuh.

He must've been pretty popular in his old schools, you think after looking at his followers.

Pictures of him in the same white shirt you saw him in days prior, pictures of him with an argentic camera, selfies, mirror selfies, outfit pictures. His feed is almost as good as Jaehyun's. And that says something.

Unlike Jaehyun, you don't have to be careful, worried you'll accidentally like one of his pictures. Shamelessly zooming on the screenshots your university friend sent you, you unconsciously pull your bottom him between your teeth.

He's cute. Too handsome it should be illegal.

“That's a lot but, yeah.”, Jaehyun giggles, you learn you don't have much of a filter between your mind and mouth. “Follow him !”

“Are you crazy ?”, you almost scream out, eyes wide at the suggestion. “He'll know we searched him up.”

Basic social media rules, you can't follow the guy when you don't even have his number, nor talked to him more than twice at this point, if him talking to you in the elevator counts.

“Alright, alright. Don't scream in my ears like that, I have earphones.”, he complains, not leaving you a second before continuing. “Y/N, don't be a coward, airdrop something.”

“I-.”, you start out, attention drown back to your computer. With one tap of your finger, you manage to hide your word document, piano sheet open behind it. You’ve searched a few sheets the day prior, downloading one before going to sleep that night, just in case.

After all, he sent you two tabs, why wouldn't you send him something ?

Tap, tap, you open the airdrop settings. You really should, hm ?

“Alright. I'm doing it.”, you finally say, more to yourself but your friend softly cheers on anyways.

“Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish.”, from the songs he sent you, it's a fair guess your neighbor is familiar with this one too, you’d doubt he doesn’t know who Billie Eilish is.

“Johnny's IPhone”, it's a click away. One you reach, tapping on the touch pad again. Sent. There.

“Now we wait.”, you announce, leaning back .

“Tell me if anything happens, I have a call to take.”

On that, simple goodbyes are said, you promise Jaehyun you’d tell me if anything happens, he hangs up after saying good bye a second time.

Minutes go by, you don't really know how many, maybe five where you debate going back to your essay, finger frantically tapping on the Word Document icon. Before a few notes are heard.

Piano notes, fingers pressed down on white and black keys. It has the power to make you smile, lips tugging upwards, there’s obviously not a doubt who’s playing at this very moment. Even the way he plays feels confident, he's sure of himself, he knows what he's doing.

Attention for your school work long gone, your pupils naturally find your window again.

It's slightly open, the music would come in easier if it was fully pushed, you think to yourself.

Do you even have to hide anymore ? You guess not. He knows, you know, it's just music you want to enjoy, you convince yourself even though your palms are slightly warm, heart fluttering in your chest.

Leaving your phone on your desk, you quickly walk to your window, right hand in the handle pushes it towards yourself. Warm breeze enters your bedroom, in a soft gush that sends your baby hairs floating away from your face, framing your features.

The sun's just starting to set, purple hue tiger stripes on the blue sky but your eyes are on another shade of purple.

Johnny's wearing a light lilac hoodie, brown locks the only thing you can see, he hasn't moved his piano, his back facing you again.

Forearms against the window frame, you lean forward, humming at the summer sent floating in the air.

A bit too quickly, your neighbor ends the song, hands lingering on the keyboard. Finally, his right hand grabs the very phone he propped up on his piano to see the sheet you sent him, sliding it in his back pocket.

He stands up, fingers toying with a button on his instrument, probably turning some things off.

He turns around, you don't duck to the side.

The men's visibly taken back, his turn stopping mid-way, lips slightly parting for a second. Honey brown eyes find yours before his pupils travel down at your body behind your glass window. He genuinely smiles after a few seconds, eyes half crescents, full lips tugging upwards, you can almost hear his giggle.

“Hi.”, voice soft, Johnny says once he opened his own window a bit more, forearms on his frame, mirroring your own posture.

“Hey, that was very good.”, you tell him, head tilting to your left.

“Ah, thank you. I messed up somewhere in the beginning, though.”, one hand scratches the back of his neck like an embarrassed teenager, before his elbow rests on the frame, hand holding his jaw.

“Ah shoot, I'll send something easier next time.”, you tease, to which he laughs lightly, the sound airy.

“Would be easier to send it by text, wouldn't it ?”, Johnny asks, one eyebrow raised and you have to say, you took a second to understand. But when the brunette hands you his phone, pricy devise between two apartments on the ninth floor, your eyes grow wide.

Your number, he wants your number.

Probably just because you two are neighbors, you have a bunch of your neighbors’ phone number too...

And also probably because sending sheet via airdrop isn't the most convenient thing in the world. Don’t over think it, Y/N. Don’t overthink it.

Two hands grab his phone, just in case, and you struggle to remember your phone number all of a sudden.

You have to retract in your room, too scared you're going to drop the devise with your slightly trembling hands before eventually typing in your name and phone number. You don’t get why you’re so nervous, maybe it’s because Johnny didn’t stop looking at you, slightly giggling at your antics.

“Oh, by the way. I'm sorry if sending that tab sheet the first time was too much. I just couldn't resist.”, Johnny blurs out once he gets his phone back, sliding it back into his pocket. It’s his turn to look slightly nervous, hand rubbing at his shoulder.

“Ah, no, not at all ! It was fun, plus I think we might share the same music taste.”, you reassure him with a smile.

“Really ? You should send me your playlists.”, your neighbor says with an enthusiastic tone, eyes lightening up.

If Jaehyun was there, he'd tell you this was blatant flirting. Maybe you'd agree. At that very moment, you thank your past self for having a pretty organized Spotify accounts, you're one of these people with matching playlists accounts and vague names, a playlist for each feeling almost.

“Yeah, sure ! I'll send you my Spotify user !”, you immediately tell him, as keen as he is.

“Nice, and I c-.", his sentence is abruptly cut by a surprised noise falling from his lips, brown eyes looking up at the sky. He sticks out his right hand, palm up.

Rain starts pouring down.

Saturday, laundry day. It’s not a moment you particularly cherish but at least, you do not have to walk meters or kilometers to wash your clothes. Half thorn basket on your left hip, your right hand mindlessly scrolls through Johnny’s playlist, small smile on your features.

See, after the rain started pouring down, you two decided to return to your rooms in unanimity. Now that he had your number, communication was a lot, lot easier. As promised, you sent him your Spotify profile, where he followed you and you did the same.

User youngho’s listening to “The Weekend – SZA” from “late summer nights and city lights” playlist.

Your playlist.

User citylight’s listening to “Angelina – WIINSTON” from “yellow” playlist. His playlist.

Blatant flirting, Jaehyun would say.

Johnny has his playlist organized by colors, a simple theme you quite like. You have to say, you like all of them but, you had to follow his “purple”, “blue” and “yellow” playlist, where your neighbor managed to capture the color’s feeling. However, after a few days, the “red” playlist sat untouched. You didn’t dare. For having a similar playlist Johnny was actually shamelessly listening to, you knew exactly what the “red” playlist held.  

To : Johnny, 1:25 pm. : “how does angelina only has 40k view on youtube !!”

You quickly type on your keyboard, right after saving the said song to your likes. Finding new artist and finding new song’s always fun, especially when Johnny’s as invested as you are. He’d send you his thoughts on some songs, and you quickly learned the brunette was musically more intelligent than some people in your course.

From : Johnny, 1:27 pm. : “I honestly don’t know….” : “It’s such a catchy song too like”

Double text. Fuck, Jaehyun really got into your brain, didn’t he ? The notification bar slides down for a few seconds, enough for you to read his texts. At the same time, the metallic doors of your elevator open up to the lobby. Leaving your devise in your basket of dirty clothes, you figure you’d answer in a few minutes, once you’re done with your laundry.

“Good afternoon, Sangkyu !”, you call out the the older men before he manages to see you. It’s a fun thing you like to do, catching him off guard whenever you can. Turning his face towards you, the bold men vigorously waves.

“Y/N ! Hello !”

You don’t stop by his cubicle, rather turn to your left right before. There’s built the building’s laundry unit, you thank the architect every week for this. You do pay a little for it every month but again, it’s better than having to walk for minutes with a basket of heavy fabric. Four small machines and four bigger, it’s enough for everyone in the building. It’s also where some announcements are tapped, probably because people usually sit around the laundry room waiting for their clothes.

You’re probably going to watch an episode of Chambers while your clothes watch, you think to yourself as you open the door. It seems the universe has some other plans for you.

By now, it’s almost comical how easily you recognize Johnny’s back. Brown t-shirt on his broad shoulders, his head bob to a rhythm you can’t hear. He’s dropping his wet clothes in the machine to dry them, face turning towards the noise as you close the heavy door behind you.

“Oh, Y/N, hey !”, his smile is heard through his voice, right hand taking his earphones one. Johnny places his Airpods in their case, one you quickly notice is Marvel themed.

“Hey, Johnny.”, you wave with a hand, taking your earphones off as well.

“I was just listening to your playlist.”, the brunette says, shaking his earphones in his hand. You laugh at that, leaving your basket on the table. You assume the second basket there is Johnny’s. “Same !”

There’s a comfortable silence, the brunette pushes a few buttons on the machine and his clothes are sent for a cycle. You, yourself, drop your clothes in the washing machine after setting your phone on the brown table. You’re about to turn around and sit down, but you’re abruptly blocked by a tall figure, accidently bumping into Johnny’s chest.

“Oh, sorry.”, he breathes out, you hear him place another basket on his machine, right hand on your shoulder as if his chest did anything more than surprise you. “No worries…How many clothes do you have ?”, you ask with a laugh, not meaning to sound rude. But your neighbor’s dumping a second whole basket into the machine right next to you.

“Ah, Ten. He needs an entire outfit every day. Sometimes he even changes in the middle of the day.”, the machine quietly starts after the blue liquid is poured, Johnny leans against it. You’ve never seen your neighbor so up close, how is his face so symmetrical ? Slender eyes curling inwards, short little lashes batting a few times.

“Y/N ?”, fuck. His lips sure were moving and you didn’t register anything at all, you probably look dumb.

“I’m sorry, wh- what did you say ?”, clearing your throat, your eyes travel down to the machine, looking at the settings like you forgot to turn something on.

“I found your guitar picks. I mean, I assumed they’re yours.”, he says again, but he doesn’t hide the wide smile on his lips. You probably look dumb, really dumb. Right hand fishes into his back open, before he presents what indeed is one of your guitar picks, the light blue one. He holds it between his thumb and index, you notice he does so the right way, maybe he plays guitar.

“Oh, yeah. That’s definitely mine. Where did you find it…?”, you half ask, already knowing the possible answer. His palm opens to reveal not one, but two other picks of different colors.

“Washing machine.”, he says simply.

You learn Johnny uses a detergent that smells like vanilla and some flower blossom you can not distinguish, but the smell sure is comforting. It floats in the air as he folds his clothes next to you while doing a very detailed report on The Weeknd’s new album.

“But he’s right, though. “Repeat after me” is just a song where he brainwashes her but it’s so good.”, you tell Johnny while you take care of your wet clothes.

“His storytelling skills just keep getting better.”, he approves while popping a candy in his mouth. “Want some ?”

“Oh yeah, thanks !”, dropping the small chocolate in your hand, both your attentions are caught by the sound of the door opening. A lady in her mid-thirties enters the room, dyed red hair stopping at her shoulders.

“Miss Jeon, hi !”, you great the lady with a smile, one she easily returns. For the entire year you’ve been there, you don’t think you ever saw her without one tugging her lips.

“Hey, kids !”

Ah, yes. Miss Jeon also insists on calling everyone slightly younger than her “kid”. You don’t mind, though. You notice the rolled up paper in her right hand as she takes the hairband out.

“Doing laundry, eh ?”, she starts out, “Ah, it’s a great thing you two are here. Me and my husband are organizing a little gathering for the building’s anniversary.”

Right, Sangkyu told you about it, you remember. You hear Johnny hum behind you, to what Miss Jeon continues.

“It’ll be Saturday in two weeks ! Johnny, you and your roommate could come and get to know everyone a bit better, yeah ? Though I see you’ve already made friends with our Y/N.” Oh no, there she goes. You love the Jeons, but they’re so, so talkative, and they never know when to stop. They’re like parents taking your old embarrassing pictures out when your friends are over. Your eyes grow wide, a slightly embarrassed chuckle coming out of your lips.

The lady struggles to unwrap the paper, to which Johnny leaves the shirt he was folding to help her out.

“Ah, thank you. You know, Y/N isn’t really that talkative, but I think it’s because we didn’t share a lot in common, and we’re not as young and handsome as you.”

God. Stuck on your chair, wide eyes look at the scene as your neighbor chuckles. “Oh, really ?”, he urges her to continue to your misbelief,  but you quickly understands he’s doing it on purpose, crescent eyes sparkling with amusement as he looks over at you, the young and handsome bit wasn’t necessary but it sure did boost his ego.

Miss Jeon finally unfolds the paper, a big announcement on the anniversary gathering she’s holding. In the park, with the date and hour, you guess you should find an appropriate dress for the event and something to eat to bring.

“Anyways, it’s great having new faces ! You’ll come, right ?”, sticking he paper to the wall, the lady claps her hands, a little joyful jump when Johnny nods.

“Yeah. We’ll go together, yeah ?”

You learn Johnny isn’t only a good looking guy, he’s also a really good friend.

The friendship grows easily, after Miss Jeon left, he helps you out with your clothes while already planning what to bring for the gathering. The brunette tells you he’s better at cooking salty dishes than sugary cakes. You agree on that, it’s one of the many reasons why you buy anything sugary at the coffee shop down the street. Nonetheless, you and your new neighbor decide to challenge yourselves, you propose some French crepes and Johnny agrees on using his kitchen for it, with the help of Ten who’ll surely be here. Surely, the kids living in the buildings would love them and, they aren’t that hard to make.

You two walked to your apartment floor, basket in hand, though Johnny’s ability to carry two at the same time is rather impressive. One on top of the other, you try to be as discreet as possible when your eyes travel down to his arms, flexing, to his ring clapped fingers, gripping at the handles. He doesn’t walk you to your door but, is it really necessary ?

It’s funny how the universe seems so willing to put him on your path.

Every now and then, you catch a glimpse of the men through your window, walking in his room, mindlessly walking back and forth when he’s thinking about a composition, pen taking on his full bottom lip. He seems really concentrated whenever he tries to write something, eyebrows furrowed, whispering quietly to himself. He catches you carelessly dancing to songs late at night under your lights, moving like nobody’s watching, hands in the air as the singer’s angelic voice seems to control your body, silently giggling when you catch his eyes and abruptly stop.

He seems to vaguely have the same schedule as you do, you see him getting ready some days of the weeks, applying cream on his face like the first time you ever caught a glimpse at his sharp features at a distance. And you bump into him in the elevator every other day, both so exhausted with your classes, heavy backpack carelessly throws over your shoulders, so tired you two would rather smile and stay silent in the metal cubicle. You see him with his roommate a few times too, the first time happens to be right in front of their door, both of them carrying two bags of groceries.

Finally, you’re introduced to Ten, a much smaller and a bit thinner guy, though you quickly find out his personality might be as big as Johnny himself. His bright smile and laugh are both extremely contagious, and you also notice for yourself how much he cares about his appearance. Just like Johnny told you when you first saw him in the laundry unit, he wears different outfits like he’s going for a runway every day. Sharp eyes covered under his jet black hair, you can’t help but notice the multiple piercings on his ears.

Funny enough, you catch your new friend at the “Flâner” coffee shop, getting the exact same cake you brought him and some dark coffee, he tells you he got addicted to everything they do but regret not having enough time to sit down and study here.

On top of that, he never stops texting you, you never stop texting him. Conversation flows easily to the point where you sometimes have to pause to type out a response while you’re on the phone with Jaehyun.

Ah, your dear friend Jaehyun. Your blonde friend follows the events like a drama, though you tell him multiple times that “Nothing will happen, we’re just neighbors.”

Are you, though ? You don’t know if neighbors send each other sheet, you and Johnny never stopped, it became easier with his number. You don’t know if neighbors talk to each other by the windows, for so long it leaves marks on both your arms at the end of the night, red dent on your skin. You don’t know if normal neighbors talk to each other that much.

You and Johnny tip toe on the lines between neighbors and friends, the line between friends and…a little more ? The line snaps right before the building’s anniversary.

Thursday, one in the afternoon when the metal doors of your elevator open to your hallway. The sun’s shining, birds singing, your teacher’s car broke down, leaving you with a free day. Truly, the universe was on your side, you thought when you got the text from your classmate. After texting Jaehyun who told you he already went to the mall at your opposite, you decided to use that time to buy some curtains and take a day off your studies. A well deserved day off, you might add.

After searching again and again, you thought it’d be better to get new ones. You remember the old ones got dirty anyways. Plus, it’s not like you want to hide yourself from Johnny, he has some and you figure you should too for some privacy every now and then. A pack of clear curtains in your hands and some cushions in a bag for your living room, you step out of the metal cubicle, only to be greeted by a Johnny standing right in front of your door. Attention caught by the sound, your friend turns around, half expecting to see you and, he looks slightly flustered ? Short eyelashes bat a few times, rosy cheeks as he opens his month just to close it right after.

“Hey, Johnny ?”, you start, completely clueless at first, you don’t notice the white fabric he has in his hand. “Do you need something ?”, you ask, setting down all the new things you bought down, alongside your bag as you fish for your keys inside.

“I-uh…”, he starts. Why is his voice so shaky ? Eyebrows slightly raised, a knee down, you look up at your friend with a curious look. At that, the brunette looks away. Honey eyes diverge to his right as he shifts his body from left to right.

“Johnny ?”, keys in hand, you rise to your feet, slightly turning away to open your door, struggling a little at the last lock.

“We uh, got some clothes mixed up.”, he tells you, pink hue on his cheeks. You take a few seconds to understand, before recalling the meeting in the laundry unit.

“Oh ! I didn’t even notice anything missing.”, you tell him with a laugh, before your smile wavers to a more…stunned expression. The white fabric he’s holding in a hand, you only need a second look to distinguish the lace waistline you know too well. Your panties. He’s holding your panties. God, you didn’t even notice ? You wear these often, you don’t have that much panties. “Oh.”, you say again, with a much different tone. Heat washes over your body, a much deeper shade of pink coloring your cheeks.

Lips dry, you extend your hand down, almost timid to hold your own piece of clothing.

Johnny stays quiet, handing you the white underwear, hand hiding in his pocket right after.

“Erhm, thank you.”, you mumble out, hiding the fabric behind the pack of clear curtains, like he did not have the time to look at it before.

“I’m sorry, I found them in my shirts this morning and I first thought about just leaving them at your door but it would’ve been even more awkward.”, he laughs slightly, hand rubbing at the back of his nape again. You laugh lightly at that, it sure would’ve been even weirder to find your panties in a box in front of your door. Creepier too.

“Would’ve been very Joe-like.”, you tell him with a smile, the atmosphere immediately a lot less tense. You’re thankful for it, it’s clear Johnny didn’t want things to be…weird either. He laughs a little, cheeks high, before noticing your new purchase, especially your curtains.

“Oh, redecorating a bit ?”, his arms cross in front of him, biceps building up, stretching the sleeves of his shirt. “Ah, a little. I just needed new curtains, I forgot where I stored the old ones.”, you tell him, shoulder leaning again your door. “Putting them on was a nightmare.”, you sigh a little, head resting on your door as well. When you first moved in, you had to put the curtains all alone and only remember the ache in your neck and arms.

“…Was it ?”, he asks with a sly smile, eyebrows lightly furrowed like he’s questioning your experience.

“Some of us aren’t blessing with your height, Johnny.”, you tell him with a fakely annoyed glare, “I almost fell down and broke my back.”. You dramatize with a pout on your lip, to which Johnny only smirks lightly.

“Need some help ?”, Johnny finally, head tilting to the side. “I don’t want you breaking your back.” Yet, Johnny thinks.

“Ah, please !”, no need for him to propose a second time, you’d take anyone to help you with these demons any day, let alone someone like Johnny. One hand turns your door handle, proceeding to push it with your body. “Welcome to my humble home.”

Johnny lightly chuckles at your antics, curious eyes scanning over your apartment. It’s always weird to see an apartment so similar to yours yet so different, he hums at the sent of the light incense you blow out right before leaving. Sliding your shoes off, your friend follows quickly after, though he takes them with one hand to neatly store them right next to your door.

“It’s really pretty.”, he hums behind you as you walk towards your living room, letting the back full of cushions on your table. Smiling brightly as his compliment, you have to say you were pretty proud of your decorating skills. You took multiple months to pile everything you wanted up and, after a year, all your plants grew green and luscious.

“Thank you very much !”, hands gathering your hair, you quickly attach them with a hairband you always have on your wrist. “Do you want something to drink ?”

“Hm, maybe later ! Let’s start with these nightmare curtains first.”

“Alright, let me just get the stool.”, and on that, you take a second to remember exactly where you stored it before quickly jogging to the small closet near your entrance door. You don’t remember the last time you used it, you take a few seconds to take the cold iron object out of its hiding place, one foot stuck in a random box you still have there. You finally pull the object with a sharp tug and not without a small sound of struggle. Johnny is quick to grab into the heavy object and lets you take care of the pack you just bought. For the few seconds you take to move from your living room to your bedroom, you pray you didn’t leave anything too embarrassing there, you really didn’t think you’d have Johnny over today. But thankfully, when you open your bedroom door, the only think you left on your bed’s your pyjamas or rather, shirt you sleep in you didn’t fold the morning.

“So that’s the room.”, Johnny notices softly, the very room he seems fragments of from his own. Curious eyes look over your desk and the multiple things you sticked right above it, before they travel to the side he definitely never saw from his window. Denty fingers gaze at your guitar’s neck like he’s afraid of touching it without your permission, though it’s definitely clear you don not mind.

“It is ! Is it weird seeing it entirely ?”,  you joke a bit around as you sit the pack down on your desk. Scissors you leave on your desk are used to cleanly open the transparent protection as Johnny opens the stool and places it where he desires. “Really weird, I’m used to…this.”, he jokes too, thumbs and pointers digits forming a frame in front of his eyes. “And that’s what you see. My room looks so empty from here.”, Johnny notes, leaning a little in front of your window.

“It looks like you only have a bed and a piano in there.”, you tease him.

“I don’t ! I spent two entire days decorating it ! I’ll show you next time.”, he promises and somehow, it has the power to make your lips part a little, heat slightly burning your cheeks. The brunette doesn’t notice though, and immediately starts helping you out with your curtains.

Or rather, you help him. Johnny does most of the work on your curtains and you won’t complain. The men takes things into his hands, stepping onto the stool. Where you needed to climb the four steps, Johnny barely needs to climb two, body barely needing the extra height. His hands work quickly to detach the metal bar on each side, fingers twisting at the sides. When the black bar is finally off, he hands it to you so you can work on the hoops and slide the curtains in, which you do quickly.

As easily as he took it out, Johnny slides the metal bar back in before screwing each side in. From this angle, his jaw looks even more sharp, eyes focused never leave his work. He looks even more intimidating, especially when his eyes look down at you and you have to dodge eye contact. “Much easier like that.”, you say, almost dumbfounded at how easily he just did…that. Johnny laughs with the breathy giggle you’re starting to get used to. “See, only took a few minutes at best.”, Johnny says while stepping off the stool, hand lightly touching the curtains.

“Wait, let me throw this away.”, you mumble out, picking the packaging in your hands. Again, Johnny isn’t slow to follow, telling you he’ll help you with your stool. The young men follows you quickly, easily finding the small closet you store anything and everything in once you point it with your index. From your small kitchen, the sound of the stool being pushed inside and the door closing is followed by Johnny’s joyful “Done !”.

“What do you want to drink ?”, you finally ask when the brunette sits down right in front of your kitchen counter. Elbows on the cold grey material, he stares for way too long at the two choices you offer him. Tropical juice in your right hand, still unopened bottle of some bubbly beverage in the other, your friend acts like it’s a life or death decision. “C’mon ooon.”, you laugh out, arms getting tired at the way you’re holding the heavy bottles.

Finally, the brunette points your right hand with an index.

“Oh, you’re a slytherin ?”, he asks when you open your cupboard. Glasses on the bottom and mugs at the top, you look up at the same exact mug he noticed. Right in the middle, the grey and green logo is a clear statement on your Hogwarts house.

“Yes, a very proud slytherin.”, you tell him while setting the two tall glasses on the counter, pouring equal amounts of juice into them. “Let me guess, Gryffindor ?”, you ask, arching an eyebrow.

“I actually never took the test.”, Johnny says, to which you dramatically gasp. “And I never watched the movies. One of my friend’s just a really proud slytherin as well, I bought so many slytherin themed gifts that I just can recognize the logo right away.”

Double gasp, you set your glass down, eyes growing wide as you’re trying to judge if he’s actually joking or not. You found he definitely isn’t, but he does find your reaction quite funny. His laughs resonates into his glass, liquid half drowned.

“Are you for real ?”, you ask him just to make sure, and your neighbor just nods.

“A hundred percent, I just never really had the chance to watch it.”, poking his tongue out, pink muscle collects the drop of juice threatening to fall down.

“In 2020 ?”, you’re dumbfounded, you never thought someone could actually go so long without watching it. “You have to watch it.”

“I will. One day. Maybe.”, Johnny teases, eyes falsely rolling back.

“Now.”, you tell him, a certain sense of urgency in your voice. “I won’t let you get out of my house uneducated, young sir.”, you tell him before looking through another cupboard, hand pushing some unopened chips bag and opened for too long biscuits. Finally, your hand find the flat package you were looking for, proudly taking out for Johnny to say right after checking for the expiration date. “I have popcorn.”

How can Johnny refuse ? How can he, who he has to say, already has a soft spot for you, say no to such a proposition ? Not when your clutching the said uncooked popcorn bag against your chest, slight pout he’d probably kiss away on your lips. Wait, what. Johnny understands he’s utterly fucked once he agrees after a very short time thinking, he’s fucked because he knows the more time he spends with you, the more he’s probably going to fall. You, on the other hand, only understand what you did once Johnny comfortably takes place on your coach. You’re unaware of it, but you have the same exact soft spot, the same small butterflies whenever music is heard from the other’s bedroom, the same tiny smile creeping up whenever one sends a song recommendation, the same tingly feeling in the middle of your chest whenever one catches a glimpse of the other.

Another thing the two of you have in common, you two have some impressive actor abilities, if Johnny acts cool and unbothered, totally not lowkey stressed and watched over by adrenaline at this very moment, you can do the exact same.

Has his thighs always been so…Muscular ? Firm ? Your eyes quickly move away when you catch the train of your thoughts, looking into your bowl like it’s most interesting thing ever as you pour down the hot popcorn. Picking one up, you pop in into your mouth, unconsciously trying to distract your thoughts. This brand’s popcorn really good, right amount of caramel on each piece, you wonder what hickeys look like on Johnny’s caramel skin.

Fuck, bravo. Way to go. It’s his jeans, you blame it on his jeans and how they seem to perfectly hug his legs as he spreads them on your coach, one arm right behind it as he scrolls on his phone with the other.

If the brunette’s thumb is scrolling ever so slowly on his twitter timeline, his mind isn’t really able to read the small tweets at this very moment, not when you set the bowl full of popcorn down on the table before dropping on your knees in front of your tv. Why does he have to see everything in such a way, Johnny quickly blinks and tries to get his attention back on his phone but what can he do when you’re right in the background, in the peripherical vision.

He sees you looking for the movie in the pile of CDs and games you have, before finally finding the very first Harry Potter, a triumphant “Ah-ha !”, coming out of your lips.

“You’ll love it.”, you tell Johnny once you place the CD in the CD player, something you haven’t done in actual months, seating down right next to him. You’re some what grateful you only own one single sofa that’s enough for two people and a bowl full of popcorn right in between.

“Wait, is that how Cedric dies ?”, Johnny’s mouth hangs open at the young actor laying seemingly lifeless on the grass after a fatal spell, a gag sound coming out of your friend’s lips when Voldemort’s bare feet comes in contact with the Hufflepuf’s face. “I hate this shot.”, you tell him, slightly disgusted at the scene, before you yawn loudly against your hand. The glass you refilled many time is now empty, you leave it right next to the empty pizza box Johnny insisted on buying.

It’s midnight, you can barely process the hour it is, not how long you stayed by Johnny’s side to the point where you’re curled up next to him under the blanket you two are sharing. At the end of the first movie, you were happy to see a pretty speechless and invested Johnny, it was still pretty early, around four and a half in the afternoon and you both agreed to watch the second. At the end of the second, he offered to buy pizza and something to drink while you popped the third movie. Let’s just say Johnny got a bit excited when you said the four movie was your favorite and midnight being still a bit early for two students, you agreed on watching a last one.

“So, what do you think ?”, you ask once the credits starts rolling, lazy smile stretching your features. Your tall friend flops off the coach, letting his body slowly fall on the ground to grab his phone charging. “This one’s definitely the best, I mean, the whole Marauders thing ? Love it.”, he tells you, head resting on the sofa you’re still on. “I wanna know what my house is now.”, he mumbles while unlocking his phone, searching the right quizz.

“Wait, wait. Let me read the questions !”, you tell him, hand stretching to get his phone, and the brunette gives it to you without hesitation. You, who took the exact same official test four times, are familiar with questions and ask them one by one. Day or night, forest or beach side, Johnny thinks about his answers before. Familiar animation before the sorting hat reveals his pick, you hide the phone with a hand. “Guess.”, you tell him after looking at the result, results you would’ve easily guessed.

“Gryffindor ?”, he asks with a slight bit of doubt in his voice.

“Gryffindor !”, you tell him with a dramatic shout, mimic the sorting hat’s. His head rolls back with a grown, eyes screwed shut even though he has a smile stretching his full lips.

“Ah-! I lowkey wanted to be a Slytherin.”, he tells you, big puppy like eyes looking at you from below.

“Oh, really ?”, you ask, slightly surprised. You had to say Johnny was more of a Gryffindor than a Slytherin.

“Yeah, I wanted us to match.”

Full lips out in a pout, it’s your turn to think about kissing it away.

You understand you’re fucked when Johnny helps you out in cleaning your living room, washing your glasses while you dry your plates and bowl. He understands he’s fucked again when you hum a song he’s familiar with but can’t put his finger on the name. You both are fucked when he slides right behind you to set your glasses in your cupboard, chest brushing against your back. It feels strangely domestic, comfortable and…Normal ? A soft “Be careful”, comes out of his mouth and his breath moves a few pieces of your hair, arms stretching up to carefully place the glasses he just washed. It’s your turn to walk him to his door, where you two understand Ten’s already fast asleep, loud snores coming out of one of the rooms.

How strange it is, people say time alters in airports, empty trains stations and others. Time alters in front of Johnny’s door. He leans against his door frame like the first time you two met, lazy eyes looking down at you as you stretch a bit more.

“It was fun.”, he tells you quietly, tired smile stretching your lips. You return it, sighing as your muscle wake up.

“Yeah, glad I got you into Harry Potter.”, you tease him a bit, “Might have to buy you some Gryffindor themed things.”

“Ten’s gonna lose it when he learns he wasn’t the one to get me to watch it.”, you frown at that, head tilting to the side.

“Wait, he tried ?”

“Yeah, but he never sold it like you did.”, he hums and for a moment, it seems his mind isn’t really where his words are. Honey eyes drop for a quick second to your lips, but he regains his thoughts as quickly.

“Oh, he’s gonna kill me, isn’t he ?”, you joke a bit, though you’re surprised you managed to get Johnny into the saga quickly when he told you before that him and Ten knew each other for years. The brunette’s laugh is breathy, controlled so he doesn’t wake up his roommate who’ll probably kill him right before killing you. “If he finds out, totally. We don’t have to tell him, though.”, and, did his voice just drop even lower ? You didn’t think it was possible, the man’s voice is already deep but right now, in the dead of the night, it almost seems sultry.

“Oh wow, having our secrets already ?”, you breath out, biting a laugh down on your bottom lip. It does it for Johnny, his attention was already on them right before but, his slightly clouded mind could not really help himself. He doesn’t take his eyes away, not even when your mouth slightly parts at the realization. Only then do you wonder if it is mutual, your breath alters for a second, just when the taller let’s a simple “Yeah” tumble from his lips.

He leans down, or at least, you think he does. A millimeter, maybe you dreamt it, maybe he was going to hug you, a millisecond, a third voice gets heard from the deeps of the apartment.

“Johnny ? Turn the fucking light off.”

“Y/N-ah, Y/N !”, Sangkyu sings the moment you step foot in your building with your grocery bag. You guess quickly it’s because of tomorrow’s gathering, the old men always loved a reason to party, with moderation obviously.

“Hi ! You seem particularly happy today.”, you tell him, stopping in front of his cubicle, you notice he added another drawing to his wall, probably the kids on the first floor.

“I am ! We finished making the cakes a few hours ago and they are de-li-cious.”, his eyes disappear as he smiles brightly, you decided you love this man with all your being.

“Ah, I can’t wait to taste them !”, you hum, switch your bag from your left hand to your right. Even without knowing what him and his wife did, you can at least guess without a doubt that it is going to be as delicious as he says it is.

“Just a day ! What are you making ?”

“French crêpes !”, you tell him while lifting your bag, proud smile at your pronunciation, you just went and bought some milk and flour for it right after leaving your university, Johnny told you he had everything else.

“Ah, yes, with our new neighbors, hm ?”, he starts, smile turning vicious and oh, you know where he’s going. You wonder if Jaehyun and him are working hand in hand. Let’s just say Jaehyun did not drop the subject, not when he learned you accidently ignored his texts the other night because of a movie night with the brunette. Not when you told him you think Johnny almost kissed you. Or hugged you.

“Yes.”, you tell him simply, not going any further. You hope he will drop the subject, but you know he probably won’t.

“We hear you two playing, but you should both play something together.”, Sangkyu tells you, not taking the hint or maybe, he decided to ignore it. But he is not wrong, you two should play something together. You have to say, you didn’t know your playing was so loud but if no one ever complained, it was a good thing, right ?

“We should.”, you tell him with a smile, ready to go towards the elevator, his voice stops you a second time.

“Do you like him ?”, he suddenly asks. God, he really is acting like a father who also wants to be a friend. You suddenly stop right in your track, hand turning towards the oldest.

“Who ?”, you ask dumbly, but Sangkyu isn’t one to take your fake attitude.

“Johnny.”, he tells you straight forward and a bit too loudly, arms leaning against his counter with a too happy smile.

“Sangkyun…”, you whine, quiet in case anyone walks in.

“Y/N-ah…!”, he mocks the tone of your voice and you whine even more.

“Come on, you can tell me.”, you says, you know he won’t ever let you go and even if he does, he’ll draw his own flowed conclusions, better tell him already.

“Maybe, yes.”, you tell the oldest before walking a bit too quickly towards your elevator, index jamming into the up button.

“I knew it !” and, when you hide yourself in the metal cubicle, you see your old friend making a few happy dance moves with his arms, you wonder if you’re seeing Jaehyun in the future.

“Alright, how’s this ?”, you ask Jaehyun after stepping right in front of your phone. You’re actually video chatting with your blonde friend, but you can barely see half of his face, he decided to hold his phone so close you could only see from his hairline to the bridge of his nose.

“Turn around.”, he says, breath overloading his device’s microphone. You do so anyways, showing him the outfit you decided to wear for tonight. Obviously, it was just a small gathering between neighbors, you didn’t have to go all in with a cocktail dress but, a nice and pretty one was expected. Following your friend’s order, you turn to show off a black, thin strapped, body hugging dress you got a year ago and yet, never wore.

“Is that your mom’s jacket ?”, Jaehyun asks, chewing on what you think is a handful of chips. You hum at the question, you’re indeed wearing the oversized jean jacket you mother used to wear when she was in college. “The dress looks hot, when did you buy it ?”

“Eh, last year ? Around the middle of the summer.”, you tell your friend, stepping out of your phone’s camera to search for your earrings. “Wait, you never wore it, right ?” “Nope.”, from a distance, you can hear Jaehyun mumbling something about you having too many clothes. Maybe he’s right, but you brush the remark anyways, taking your rings.

“How’s my makeup ?”, you ask, kneeling in front of your phone, you step closer to let the blonde have a closer look at your eyes makeup. “You know I don’t know shit about makeup !”, he complains, finally letting you see his face as he moves his phone. “Jaehyun, does it look good ?”, you ask him, acting annoyed at his antics.

“Yes, you look good.”, he says, voice somewhat a high pitched tone as he snaps a picture once you stand up again. “If lover boy doesn’t kiss you tonight.” Small smile stretches your lips at the compliment, you decide to brush the second sentence off, applying some lipstick before checking your watch.

“And you’re telling me he acted like nothing happened ?”, Jaehyun asks, sound of the chips bag covering his voice. You sigh at that, eyes rolling a little, you think no matter how many times you’ll tell him, he’ll keep asking. “He did. I mean, his roommate was there so, he couldn’t really…Y’know ?”

A quick glance at the bag you’re supposed to bring down to the gathering starting in fifteen minutes, it holds the dozens of crêpes you, Johnny and Ten made a bit earlier. Just like it was planned before hand, you showed up after class to their apartment, Ten was the one who opened the door. Apparently, Johnny was a bit late, his teacher’s lecture went on for a bit longer than anticipated and when he showed up, he immediately helped with the batter. The brunette greeted you like he usually would and acted like nothing happened the night before, though you don’t blame him, not when his roommate was between the two of you half of the time. You had to bring your own pan after realizing how many crêpes you’d actually make and, after about two hours, you left to get ready. Let’s just say Jaehyun was not happy with the lack of exciting events. You weren’t either, but you still somehow hoped something would happen tonight, somewhere deep in your thoughts. However, you didn’t want to think too much about it, tonight was a gathering to celebrate and have fun, you didn’t want to overthink what happened the night prior.

“Anyways, I have to go.”, you finally tell you friend, who simply tells you to enjoy yourself and text him after before hanging up.

Heavy bag of crêpes in your hand, you slide out of your apartment after spraying some perfume on your neck. Locking your door, your neighbors are quick to follow as you agreed to go together and, fuck.

He looks hot, Johnny looks hot. There’s a slight second where you stay silent and take in his figure, legs hugged by a tight pair of black jeans, cotton white blouse slightly open on his caramel chest, the golden hour isn’t even here and yet, the slight bit of sun hitting his skin makes him glow. You know, you know he caught you staring and yet he stays silent, slight smirk tugging a side of his full lips.

“Y/N, Ma’am !”, Ten’s voice drags you out of you reverie. The men takes a step closer, you notice the very pricy Yves Saint Laurent grey and white top he’s wearing. “You look fucking good ! Right ?”, it seemed the men only needed a few hours to get familiar with you, but you don’t complain and smile at the compliment.

“You do, you look amazing.”, if Ten managed to make you smile brightly at his antics, Johnny’s low voice only makes you blush and your eyes waver a bit, not knowing where to look, almost unable to keep eye contact with the tallest. “Thank you. I-, hm, you too.”

Great.

“Thank you. Let’s get going, I don’t want to be late.”, thankfully, he doesn’t say more, hand grabbing onto his own bag where you assume he has the chocolate and strawberry spread.

“Wait, what about me ?”, his roommate asks, acting so offended you wonder if he isn’t actually hurt by the lack of compliment you and his roommate showed. The smallest frowns, angry glare at Johnny who doesn’t even notice him as he went towards the elevator to call for the metal box.

“This shirt looks amazing on you, very pricy too.”, you tell your neighbor with a laugh, stepping right behind the tallest, waiting.

“And I already told you it looked good.”, he says, right before stepping in the elevator.

“Thank you, Y/N.”, the black haired says your name a bit louder, but you don’t pay too much attention either.

Poor thing, if you and Johnny aren’t aware yet of the tension, Ten sure is, and he hates every bit of it when he understands, stuck in an elevator where he’s the third wheel. By the way, has your elevator always been so small ? Your back leans against one wall as Johnny does the same right in front of you, honey eyes traveling from your eyes to your uncovered collarbones. The brunettes tries, he really tries to stop his eyes from traveling down but they do eventually, swallowing built up saliva when his pupils travel down your hips, to your naked legs.

Ten’s almost about to say something, just to break the thick silence before the doors opening saves the young men, he decides he definitely is not going to stay with the two of you tonight.

You, on the other side, seem to finally be able to breathe once you step out the elevator, Johnny’s attention did not go unnoticed. Try and act normal, probably the only thing going on your mind and Johnny’s.

“Hey, look who it is !”, Miss Jeon’s voice is heard before you can even see her. You’re familiar with the park the gathering is taking place in, but it sure looks amazing in the late afternoon. At this time of the year, the grass’ green, flowers bloomed, small fruits are starting to turn red under the summer sunlight. Even better, the water fountains are on, the one right in the middle is large, tall, multicolor lights when the moon shines. Finally, when you and your two friends turn the corner to enter the park, you’re physically greeted by Miss Jeon who’s wearing a really pretty pen skirt, hair flowing in the soft summer wind. “Miss Jeon !”, you greet her with a smile which isn’t enough for the lady who pulls you into a hug. One hand grabs yours and the tallest makes you swirl around, a high pitched “Wow ! Look at you !”, coming out of her lips.

“You look amazing, darling. You two, too.”, as always, the lady is extremely cheerful. You notice hers and other neighbors’ kids already playing around in the park, loud screams every now and then. A bit closer to the fountain, multicolor light are hanging from the threes, you can faintly distinguish a song playing. Large tables are set there, alongside chairs were parents and others are all talking together, setting whatever they bought.

“Go set everything there, we’ll start eating soon.”, Miss Jeon instructs, and you follow her orders as she stays in front of the park to greet anyone coming.

Everything is quickly set up where all the deserts are, neighbors come until you they flood the park, you almost think everyone’s here. “I did not expect so many people.”, Johnny tells you, taking a plastic cup to get himself some juice right before giving you a cup.

“Me neither.”, you tell him, eyes glazing over the last people walking in. Almost everyone responded to the call, a pretty heart warming sigh. Some of your neighbors you never actually talked to are here, mostly because they’re from other buildings from the same project.

“I see Ten is already making friends.”, you continue, eyes catching your friend talking to another neighbor, one you think is in his early thirties, you’ve talked to him once, maybe.

“Ten is a social butterfly.”, Johnny laughs into his cup, before eventually taking a step forward toward the black haired. If his roommate was going to socialize, he might as well too.

“I think it is overrated.”, ah yes, now you remember why you did not much to this guy. James is a foreign, blonde, man bun type of guy who finds everything overrated, it’s almost impossible to talk about your hobbies and interests with him without being ripped apart. He probably isn’t that mean just, not that good at social interaction. You see Ten’s expression turning from excited to somewhat confused, to what you intervene.

“What is ?”, you ask, and you don’t really like when the blonde acts like he did not notice you and Johnny walking.

“Oh, Y/N, hi. Long time no see.”, he says, not paying any attention to Johnny. You greet him anyways, slightly taken back by his attitude. “And you are ?”

“Johnny.”, the men behind you says, stretching a hand out to shake his.

“Oh, strong grip.”, slight contortion of the blond’s face, he quickly retracts his hand when Johnny lets go.

“Anyways, when are you letting me see you play ?”, James ask and oh, how you have to search in your memory to understand what the fuck he’s talking about. The blonde wants to learn how to play the guitar, that was, maybe eight months ago.

“Oh eh. One day, maybe.”, you awkwardly laugh.

“We hear you play every night, don’t say you don’t have time for me !”, he tries and laugh off the sentence. Ten shifts, poor thing seems taken back but thankfully, Johnny’s quick to react. As you’re about to respond, his hand slides on your waist, “I’m pretty busy with uni’, but I can send you some great guitarists’ videos.”, you choke out, mind slightly bugging at the brunette’s touch.

“She’ll let you know when she has time for you.”, the tallest does not hesitate and, it visibly annoys the blonde. A sharp “Okay .”, tumbles from his lips before he leaves towards the salty foods.

“He’s weird.”, Ten finally says, Johnny doesn’t take his hand away.

It takes hours for Johnny to address it again.

The midnight breeze always feels special, soft, fresh, it licks the thin layer of sweat the bolt sun created on your skin. Your jacket’s off your shoulders, loosely hanging on the crook of your elbows, seating on the cold marble of the fountain.

Soft sound of the water running behind you, all the kids have been sent to sleep, alongside their parents and other hard working adults needing of sleep, just the low sound of some jazz music you’re unfamiliar with and some chatter as the background noise.

You shoes kick off some small rocks and sand, eyes looking up at the multicolor lights still hanging on the trees. You laugh off one of Johnny’s joke, before he gets serious again, his left hand lightly touching the fountain’s water.

“By the way, sorry about earlier. I didn’t ask if I could touch you like that.”

You have to think for a slight second to understand what he’s talking about, hand grabbing onto the bowl of ice cream you set aside for yourself. Your spoon digs into the chocolate cream, taking a fair amount of whipped cream.

“Oh ! Oh, no. Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind.”, I liked it, you would’ve said if you were a little bit more brave. Spoon in your mouth, you eagerly gulp down the frozen desert, Johnny only softly smiles.

“Is he always like that ?”, he asks, body turning a bit more to face you. He’s close, really close, but it became normal. It became normal for him to have your naked thigh against his, you shamelessly look down at it for god knows how many times tonight. It became normal for you to almost be able to feel his breath die on your skin.

“I don’t know, tonight was the second time I ever talked to him.”, you tell him, tongue quickly cleaning the tiny drop of ice cream forming at the corner of your lips. Johnny stays silent for a second, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, before its feels like he shakes his thoughts away. His gaze stays fixated on your eyes so confidently it’s even worst than him looking at your lips, you shift under his pupils, crossing a leg over the other.

“He seems really pushy.”, Johnny breathes out, and he finds the exact same octave he was speaking to you in just last night, right in front of his apartment. It’s clear he only is replying for politeness.

“You have hm, some ice cream, here.”, the brunette hums, again ripping you out of your reverie. Left hand covers your mouth, index and middle finger brushing at the corner but it seems you are not picking the right side.

“Wait, no-.”, he laughs for a quick second, crescent eyes before they shift to something else. His thumb quickly wipes the other side of your lips, and you freeze. You lock dead in your position, eyes slightly larger as he helps you clean up with a soft yet deep “There you go.”

For hours now, Johnny had been the only thing on your mind. From the moment he stepped out of his apartment, the moment his eyes seemed to devour every bit of your body, the moment he left is hand lingering on the small of your waist. To the moment he sat down to eat, legs, strong thighs spread, the moment he talked to the smallest kids from the second building, the moment he lead you behind the fountain with a hand in the small of your back.

But, when Johnny lets his lips capture the tip of his thumb, cleaning the bit of ice cream, you think you might never be able to think about anything else but him, but Johnny.

You have to look away, desperately trying to gather your thoughts, something you can’t do when the brunette’s looking at you with such innocent eyes.

“You okay ?”, he asks like he didn’t do anything, like he did not just do that.

“Yeah, I-.”, you have to leave you plastic bowl somewhere behind you, brain fuming to find something else to say.

“You’re blushing. You had the same look yesterday.”, he notes, and…He knows ? He knew before you did, that’s what his slight smirk tells you. “It’s a shame Ten had to ruin it, but I like this setting better.”, Johnny hums, but he never takes his eyes away.

“Could’ve kissed me anyways.”, you dare to say. Your mouth goes dry, for some reason, biting down on your bottom lip. The brunette comes a little closer, and just like last time, you can't help but get lost in his irises, notice the way his eyes curl at their inner corner, now how his pupils slowly eclipses the soft brown of his eyes.

Tongue poking at the inside of his cheek, his lines a bit closer again, hand sliding under your chin. You stop breathing for a second, eyelids involuntarily growing heavy.

“Did I miss my shot ?”, you can almost feel him mouth the words.

“Maybe, but I can give you another one.”, you manage to tease, face tilting to the side before he even does anything. If he doesn't do it himself, you'll break the distance, but he holds you in the palm of his hand, so hypnotise under his spell you can only anticipate his next move.

“Good, would've hated myself for missing it.”, he says and, as you hoped, the brunette finally lets his lips crash against yours. It's soft, a kiss to taste the water, though he himself taste the chocolate you just ate.

Pillows lips slowly starts moving against yours, you easily follow his rhythm, sighing when his hand moves from your chin to your neck, deepening the exchange.

Your hand easily finds his hair, finally letter your fingers grasp onto the soft locks. It's a soft grip, yet Johnny sighs softly against your lips, sound turning into a slight groan once you bite down on his bottom lip.

That does it for him, the kiss quickly turns needy, desperate, he touches where he can, second hand lightly running up your thigh.

Arms wrap behind his neck to keep him close, body leaning backwards, Johnny has to plant a hand on the marble behind you, second hand wrapping behind your waist.

The brunette doesn't hesitate a second more, like he's afraid of letting go of the moment, afraid you're gonna slip away between his fingers like the clear water of the fountain. Pick tongue laps at your bottom lip, you part them without a moment of hesitation. It's eager, rushed, the taste of the desert you just ate still lingers on your tongue while you get the fruity drink he was sipping on moments before.

Finally, when you have to let go for some air, breathing altered by the exchange, Johnny doesn't let go. Long kisses are planted at the corner of your lips, he takes his time until he travels down to your jaw where you stop him.

And, before he can ask you anything, you quickly grab his hand in yours, “Let's go inside.”

He follows quickly behind, leaving everything behind, you take the second gate of the park. Shorter, you also don't have to walk in front of all your remaining neighbors like this, lips swollen, eyes blown.

You don't think you've ever walked so fast to your apartment, you don't think you've ever been so happy to see Sangkyu's spot vacant.

The silence is heavy, breath still uneven when you push the button of the elevator and the doors open immediately.

If you didn't know the men behind you was as desperate as you were, you definitely understand once he pushed you inside the small cubicle.

He blindly pushes the button to your shared floor, right hand wrapping around your throat to swiftly push you against the cold wall. If he doesn't tighten his grip, you sure wish he did, but you have other things to care about at the moment. The hand previously around your neck plants itself right next to your hand and this time, he has to lean down to capture your lips another time.

Completely pinning your body to the cold metal, he uses his hips against yours, a gasp escaping your lips he uses to slip his tongue between your lips again. And, you let a breathy moan come out of your lips when he pushes his hips flush against your, hard on pressing against your body. Even with the two layers, you can feel him.

You never felt so hot inside this elevator, it moves without stopping at any floor, no music as the silence is filled by your soft breaths and the sound of his mouth against yours.

Beat washes over you, if your panties weren't ruined already, they sure are now. Now that the brunette rolls his hips, slowly, tentatively slow, just to make you feel every inch. Your mind's clouded, body reacting by itself when it archs away from the wall.

He lets his forearm rest against the metal wall, about to travel down to your neck, hips grinding against yours.

When he's about to bite down on the skin of yours neck, teeth grazing over the flesh, the doors open to your floor.

It's Johnny's turn to grab onto your hand, pulling you out of the elevator but he never stays too long away from your body.

Full lips pepper kisses on your face, before he breathes out against your skin.

“Your apartment, yeah ?”

Obviously, you want to tell him, naturally walking towards your door.

“Unless you want your roommate to walk in on us.”, you let a breathy giggle out, facing your door.

Fuck, now out of all times, you can not find your keys. Maybe it's because your shaky hands can barely search your pockets. Hard to blame yourself when the brunette stands behind you, hard cock pressed against you, arms tightly wrapped around your stomach, face buried in your neck.

“Baby, they're here.”, the tallest hums, voice so low it vibrates against your skin. His right hands pats one of your front pockets. A simple “Oh.” tumbles from your lips at that, mind hardly registering the way he still his moving against your body, nickname rolling out of his tongue too easily.

Finally, you manage to force your key into your door, quickly twisting the metal piece before you push the door open.

This time, you don't know if you pull Johnny in your apartment or if he pushes you in, the door is loudly shut before the men tries to take your near your coach, as you drop your jacket off somewhere.

“Johnny.”, you try to whine, but it comes out as a breathy moan as the men soflty sucks on the skin between your neck and shoulder, a pale purple petal blooming. His name coming from your lips sounds oh so delicious, Johnny decides he loves the way it sounds, determined to hear it again and again, louder and louder. “Let me at least close the door.”

When he lets you do so, not whitout a pout on his lips, they find yours again in a desperate kiss, hands grabbing the back of your thighs.

“This dress looks so fucking good on you.”, he growls once you let him pick you up, black fabric riding up your thighs.

“Got dressed up for you.”, you confess, your own lips traveling down his neck when the brunette sits down on your coach. He chuckles lowly, head rolling back, humming at the small attentions you're giving him. “Hm, saw you putting your makeup on and knew you'd look ravishing.”, he says.

Large hands on your hips, Johnny easily pushes your hips down on his thigh.

“Wow, I'll make sure to pull my curtains next time.”, you tease, blooming flowers on his collarbones.

“Give me a fucking show next time.”, he growls out, hand ghosting over your neck before his thumb traces your bottom lip again.

You almost freeze, mere thought of following his oder the next time you catch him in front of his window a little bit too appealing. Having him so close yet, too far to feel his touch, you already felt it for days.

“Come on, ride my thigh.”, you moan out.

Forceful hands help you find a rhythm, one you easily follow once your thoughts get over your dizzy mind. You mouth hands open, hands grabbing onto his arms at the sudden gesture. Johnny only smirks, an eyebrow arching up.

If he didn't before, he sure does look like a god at this very moment. Blown out pupil look directly into your eyes, honey color you know so well eclipsed. Swollen, red lips, a hue painted over his cheeks, small love bites trialing down. Soft brown hair messy by your hands.

“What ? You think I didn't see you glaring ?”, there's a slight mocking tone in his voice, slight embarrassment washing over you but your body follows his voice anyways. Strong thigh under your core, you can barely gather words to reply, it's even harder when he flexs his muscles under you.

Your hips rocks back and forth, delicious pressure against your nub but you need more, more than just his thigh. He has everything to offer and if you don't get it now, you might go crazy.

And so, you tell him. “Johnny, need more.”, your voice sure sounded a lot less weak but the men obliges.

“Impatient little thing.”, he gestures towards your room, and when think you might not be able to walk all the way there without him pushing you against another wall, you surprisingly do.

When you turn around and crawl up your bed, Johnny's quick to follow, hands gripping onto the fabric covering his back before he pulls it over his head.

Defined abs under his caramel skin, strong arms holding himself up, you need a moment to take everything in, hands running down his chest when he hover over your body.

“Take it off.”, he demands, voice almost strict. Leg over his hip, you barely use any force to change positions.

You sit on his lap a second time, supporting yourself on your knees to take off your dress. The brunette uses his elbows, mouth parting when you pull the fabric over your hips. He barely needs any support to sit up, hands grasping the black dress to help you take the fabric off entirely.

The brunette mumbles praises into your skin, lips ghosting over your neck, hands touching wherever they can. Desperate, he maps your body, learning every curve, every inch.

“So beautiful.”, he mumbles out, before his right hand traces the line of your panties.

They're soaked, wet patch on his black jeans and he doesn't fail to notice.

“Already so wet, hm ? Fuck, can I ?”, he doesn't hesitate once you give him your verbal permission, a finger running over your folds over the light fabric.

What a simple touch can do to you, you don't doubt the men doing it also has a huge part in it, but you shiver under the slight attention.

Biting down on his bottom lip, ring clapped hand dips into your panties, where his index and middle finger gather your juices, humming contently.

You're about to complain again, ask him to do something already but he beats you at it, both fingers effortlessly sliding between your lower lips.

“Fuck, ah— Johnny.”, hands gripping his shoulders, your eyes screw shut once he finds a slow and torturing pace, moving in and out as his thumb brushes over your bud.

It's sensual, burning, one hand travels down his chest until you're met with his jeans, quickly working on them once he nods.

You curse his tight jeans for a moment before he helps you push the fabric just enough, alongside his grey briefs.

And fuck, he's big. You knew when he grinded against your inner thigh, but the way his cock slaps against his stomach, head red and hungry, has your mouth parting, core clenching against his fingers.

“Shit, yeah. Good girl, right there.”, Johnny loses himself in praises, head rushing with thoughts he groans out once your hand wraps around his length.

It's probably the honest thing you've ever seen, Johnny's head rolls back, it hits the wall of your bedroom, Adam's appel bobbing up and down. The pace of his fingers matches the rhythm of your hand around his cock, eyes slightly opening just to watch your slender fingers around him and the way you take his.

“You're so fucking tight, god.”, a third finger goes alongside and you have to pose, jaw hanging open and the brunette can not resist.

His mouth finds yours again, kisses deep, messy, hurried. It's like his starving, he growl against your mouth when your thumb runs over his slit and your hips move against his fingers.

“Fuck, wanna taste you.”, he flips you over too easily, a gasp coming out of your lips when you back harshly hits your bed.

Strong hands gripping at your panties, your hear the sharp snap of the elastic breaking under his soaked fingers.

“Johnny !”, it's between a whine and a moan, how can him ruining your panties be so fucking hot.

“Will get you new ones if you want.”, you can barely recognise his voice, his fingers slide the fabric down and he looks up at you, eyes hungry, lips red.

“You have no fucking idea how hard I was when I found your panties.”, he confesses and, before you can reply, his mouth dives in. Tongue flat against your core, your legs instinctively close around his head, but his hands are quick to pin your thighs to the mattress while yours find his hair, messing it even more.

“Yeah ? Fuck, you're so good, your tongue feels so good.”

Johnny only hums, tongue running up and down until he wraps his lips around your button of nerves. The brunette's eating you out like a starved men, shamelessly, the wet sounds filling the room.

When he takes a break to breathe, he pops his fingers into his mouth, cleaning them.

“Taste so good.”, every word he says fires your body up even more, his mouth doesn't even need to speak for it to affect you, but you need him.

He dives a second time, fingers joining this time. Pace a lot less slow, his lips wrap around your bud a second time, focusing on the small button while his fingers quickly move.

In, out, in, out. Long fingers quickly build up the tension in your stomach, cold rings contrasting with his hot breath.

You only need a little bit more, when his fingers curl the right way, his groans vibrate at the right moment. Your fingers tighten around his locks as you come undone, loudly, unapologetically.

Wet lips, glossy eyes, Johnny looks at your figure as you arch your back away from your bed, moaning into the air.

It takes almost minutes for you to come down but, when you do, Johnny's about to dive a third time. Your hand stops his head.

“Want you inside, want to feel you.”, you tell him once you pulled him towards you face again. A quick kiss is planted on your lips where you can taste yourself, before he hides his face again in your neck, breathing heavily.

“Do you have a condom ?”, he asks, blown out eyes looking into your own.

You nod quickly, pointing at your bed table. You hear the brunette thanking the gods, he didn't want to have and walk all the way to his own appartement to get one. Leaning towards the said bed table, he pulls the small door open and find the box there.

Taking a little foil package between his lips, Johnny quickly closes the small door before hovering over you again.

Pearly teeth are used to open the packaging, he doesn't wait a second to roll the material out on his hard shaft, sighing slightly.

“So tiny, can you even take me ?”, it seems the brunette asks himself, hand jerking himself off.

You answer him anyways, “I can, please.”.

Soft smile on his lips, the brunette uses his hand to align himself with your drenched core.

The tallest thought about this very moment for hours the night before, but nothing prepared him for the tightenes, your wet, hot core wrapping around his head.

You both moan in almost unison, Johnny has to hold himself from slamming in. You, on the other hand, have a hard time wrapping your head around how he's stretching you out so nicely.

A mixture of pleasure and slight pain you're quickly addicted to. A hand claws at his back, the tallest moves inch, by inch, by inch.

“So fucking tight. When's the last time someone fucked you properly ?”, his sudden change in behaviour gives you whiplash, you can only whine at his question and mumble something about not knowing when, exactly.

“Please, fuck me.”, if you have to beg, you will but thankfully, Johnny doesn't have much patience tonight. Once he's fully in, he doesn't hesitate to pull out just to ram in. Your body rides up, head thrown back, moan silent.

“Gonna fuck you nice and deep. Stretch you, yeah ?”

You can only nod eagerly, Johnny laughs breathlessly. His forearm supports his body right next to you head, necklace hanging over your body, right hand tightly holding your hip.

He barely gives you the time to adjust, hips snapping at a steady pace.

Headboard sharply knocking against your wall, your thankful your neighbors aren't here. Still sensitive, your moans turn breathless, barely audible. Forehead against your own, Johnny doesn't hide his moans, your name, any profanities coming to his mind.

“Fuck, turn around for me, baby.”, breathless, chest irregularly moving up and down, he helps you do so after moving out.

Flipping you on your stomach, the brunette curses at himself a second time. His body flush against yours, he supports himself next to your head again, second hand affectionaly running in your hair.

He takes you from behind, cock easily sliding in this time. Moans hidden in your pillow, Johnny doesn't take that, using the hand locked in your locks to turn your head.

“Don't hide your moans, wanna hear you.”

Just like he wanted after stepping into your apartment, the tallest has you whining his name, loudly, until you're numbed, fucked dumb until his name's the only thing you know.

A snap of his hips reaches deeper, it's there you feel the tension threatening to break.

It's like he can read you, he does it again, breathy laugh coming out of his lips.

“Come around me, let go. Let go for me.”, it's all you need, you easily follow his order, core tightening around his shaft.

“God, your pussy’s gripping me.”, his hips alter, lips finding yours again. “Gonna make me come so hard.”

Fucked out, yet you managed to raise your hips, core clenching around him. That does it, loud growl resonates in the room, mixed in with your name.

“Are you okay ?”, Johnny asks, voice soft after he pulls out, throwing the condom in your bin.

You hum, too tired to answer, you smile nonetheless when he takes you into his arm, arm pushing your hair to the side.

“This isn't how I wanted things to go.”, he hums, picking a fallen eyelash from your cheek.

“Oh, really ?”, you ask, tired, his hand running up and down your spine putting you to sleep.

“Wanted to take you out on a date first.”, he admits. “But how do you want me to resist when you were calling me like a siren singing at a lone traveler.”

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Anachronism {Chapter Two}

Author's note: I feel like this chapter is kind of short but, as promised Y/N has made an appearance.

[Also, can we talk about Jungkook's live??? Are y'all still recovering from it? Because I am and will be for a while lol]

Word Count: 2,532

They all made direct contact with the ground underneath them, drawing out groans and grunts of pain among them.

“Did the book say anything about the portal giving us a concussion?” Yoongi asks while slowly getting up from the hard ground.

Namjoon sighs at his dry comment and slowly moves to help Jungkook stand up. Once the other’s vision becomes clearer and less blurry, they take in what is around them.

“Where are we?” Jungkook asks, noticing the open area around them.

It appeared that they were standing in what could have been an open field if it wasn't for a large part of it that lacked grass and was black. Hoseok stepped forward and kneeled in front of the dark spot and touched it.

“It seems that there had been a fire,” he said, rubbing the dried and burnt remains of the field between his fingers, “that’s unfortunate. This looks like it could have been a wonderful place to see.”

Yoongi furrows his brows, “Which way do we even go? The portal was supposed to bring us to who we are looking for, but all I am seeing is nature. Or, well, what is left of it.” The boys glance around trying to see if they can find anything similar to a path, but once they do they all notice a light coming from the inside of their left hands.

Jimin looks down at his hand, “Please tell me your marks are also glowing, or else I am going to freak out.”

The boys say nod in response; Namjoon decides to walk forward, but then the light ceases. Furrowing his brows, he steps back and turns his body to the left, causing the mark to glow slightly again.

“It’s like a compass,” he states with amazement evident in his tone and looks up at the others, “we will just walk in a certain direction and if it keeps glowing, then we are on the right path to finding them.”

The boys nod in understanding and all begin to walk together down the field. Their marks eventually lead them to a road that goes in the direction of a small town up ahead of them. The boys abandon looking at their marks to take a good look at the town in front of them. It is still pretty early in the morning so really, the only people out and about are older individuals.

Once they are walking on the sidewalks of the town, they notice the people there looking at them weirdly, “Why are they looking at us like that?” Jungkook asks.

Jin chuckles, “Look down, our clothing doesn’t exactly fit in. So of course they would be looking at us weirdly.”

“Well, we will just need to find new clothes then, won’t we?” Taehyung smirks and sprints off into a small shop he had been eyeing with the boys following behind him.

“Wait! Taehyung! Don’t run so fast!” Hoseok yells after him.

Once they arrive at the store, they find Taehyung speaking with an older man at the counter.

“Sir, we just need some clothes because in case you haven’t noticed,” Taehyung gestures towards his body, “ours are not suitable.”

The man sighs in frustration, “I told you before and I will tell you again.” he crosses his arms, “If you have no money, you may not have anything from here.”

“But we-” Yoongi steps in and cuts Taehyung off

“We are very sorry sir. Please excuse my friend’s behavior,” The man moves his gaze to meet Yoongi whose pupils narrow in on him, “we are new to town and would really just like to keep a low profile.”

The man stills, “I am sure you understand, right?”

“I do. You know what? It is fine. I suppose you boys getting what you need won’t be any trouble. We get plenty of business on the weekends so we will not be hurting much.” The man smiles warmly and turns to walk to the back of the store.

The boys all look at Yoongi confused, “How did you do that? I tried explaining the same thing, but he looked like he was close to smacking me.” Taehyung says.

“Yeah, you’re usually not good with people; let alone convincing them.” Hoseok states. Yoongi shakes his head, “I don’t know, something just came over me. It was like I was speaking to him, but I was also in his mind controlling the conversation.”

“Are you serious?!” Jungkook exclaims, “Yoongi, that's your power.”

The boys look at the youngest, “Mind control. Remember? Ara said that we all have certain abilities and that we would have to find them on our own; mind control is yours Yoongi.”

“Okay well we can discuss powers later,” Namjoon speaks up and moves towards one of the full racks of clothing, “for now just get the things you need so we can get a move on.”

***

“You know,” Jin says before taking a sip of his water and grabbing a fry, “this place may not have the nicest people or the prettiest views, but their food is pretty alright.” the others make sounds and nod in agreement.

After they had changed their clothing and also gathered a few other minor things from the store, Namjoon decided that they should find a place to eat, mostly because he was hungry, but also to sit down and put together a plan.

Namjoon cleared his throat before speaking, “So once we find who it is we are looking for; how should we approach the situation? Does anyone have any ideas?” Jungkook looks at him, “What do you mean?”

Namjoon sighs tiredly, “Well we can’t just go up to them and say ‘Hi, we are from a different realm, and you are bonded to each of us, but that’s a mistake so now you need to come with us so we can save our people.’ ”

Jungkook smiles, “I mean, I'd be down if someone said that to me.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes and sips his drink, “Wasn’t that the same attitude that got you mugged after that girl told you to follow her?”

The others laughed loudly as Jungkook’s cheeks blushed slightly due to embarrassment,

“It wasn’t my fault!” he defended, “She was really cute and I hadn’t even kissed anyone yet at that age.”

Jimin smirked, “At that age? Wasn’t that a few months ago?” Jungkook sent a hard glare Jimin’s way as the others' laughter only increased.

After they had calmed down, Jin looked at Namjoon and shrugs, “If you want my opinion, I think we should just try to sit down with them and explain the situation. I mean we all have the marks and Hanuel’s book as proof, so I don’t think they would have a hard time believing us.”

“Yeah, and if our marks glow when we are near them; I would think that theirs would too. If I didn’t know anything about the circle and saw my hand glowing, I would want answers.” Hoseok adds while observing the people around him.

Namjoon nods in agreement and understanding, “Alright then we will do that, I just hope everything works.”

“It will,” Jungkook smiles and says while reaching for his water, “don’t worry.”

***

After the boys had finished eating, they resumed their search. Their marks had led them in front of what appeared to be a flower shop in a quieter part of town.

As they entered the shop, they couldn’t help but recognize a warm feeling come over their bodies. They all passed it off as being due to the indoor heating, but they knew individually that it was because of something else.

A petite and kind-looking elderly woman had noticed them from behind the counter, “Hello!” she announced with a sweet smile on her face while making her way towards them, “Can I help you boys with anything?”

Jin looks at her and smiles, “Oh no, we are just-”

“Let me guess, you boys are looking for flowers to give to your girlfriends, right?”

Yoongi looks at her shocked and attempts to correct her, “Oh no! You see we are just here looking for-”

“Follow me fellas,” the woman laughs while grabbing Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok’s arms and leads them away from the others, “in my experience, no men ever come into my shop unless they need flowers as an apology or gift. We actually have some really nice bouquets over here, and they are on sale too!”

Namjoon, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jimin all stand there trying to process what just happened,

“Okay, I guess it is just us for right now.” Namjoon looks at the young trio, “You guys try to look on this level of the shop to find them, I’ll look on the second level. Oh! And try not to allow people to see your marks, okay?” The three nod and break off into different directions.

Namjoon makes his way towards the stairs on his left to begin his search. As he is walking up the stairs he looks down at his satchel, that he got from the store, and reaches inside of it to make sure Hanuel’s book is still there. Just as he realizes the book is safe and looks up, he comes face to face with a rather large bouquet of daisies and sunflowers; as well as crashing into the person holding the bouquet. Namjoon is quick to grasp his hands around the person's waist to steady them as well as himself.

“I am so sorry! Are you alright? I was looking at the flowers in this bouquet and I wasn’t watching where I was going.” the person says very fast and worriedly.

However, Namjoon wasn’t making any effort to say anything, mostly because he felt as if he couldn’t form any words. It was as if everything around the both of them had blurred and become silent, and everything that had previously stressed his mind had diminished.

The only thing that was on his mind now, was her.

The slight warmth that he had experienced upon entering the shop was nothing compared to what he felt now. His body had indeed grown warmer, but his heartbeat had increased and everything felt fuzzy. It also didn’t help with how close they were with his hands on her waist, and her left hand holding his shoulder to keep her stable.

The girl in front of him had grown shy and blushed in embarrassment once she realized where her hand was. She went to move away and step back, but was stopped due to the attractive man in front of her not releasing his gentle hold on her waist. Namjoon snapped out his daze once he noticed her moving to step back,

“Oh no! It’s alright, sorry about that. I am pretty clumsy myself and just hope I didn’t hurt you.” Namjoon laughs nervously while rubbing the back of his neck. The young woman looks at him with bright and endearing eyes, and lets out a light laugh; one that causes Namjoon to perk up and smile fondly at.

“Don’t you worry, I’m just glad I had you catch me.” she takes a step down to stand on the same stair as Namjoon, “Usually, I just end up falling and hoping for the best, and that no one saw me.” Namjoon chuckles at that statement.

“Well, I am glad that I could be of help…” he pauses waiting for her to inform him of her name,

“Oh!” she lowers the bouquet she is holding, revealing a small name tag, “Y/N, my name is Y/N. And you are?”

“Namjoon, nice to meet you.” Namjoon smiles, which Y/N returns back.

“Well, I’ll see you around Namjoon.” she begins to descend down the stairs but Namjoon stops her,

“Wait!” Y/N stops and turns around, cute confusion evident on her face, “Do you need any help? My friends are looking around the store, and I am not looking to buy anything, so it is really no bother for me to help you.”

Y/N shakes her head, “Oh, no I couldn’t ask a customer to do that. It’s okay really-”

“You’re not the one asking, I am.” Namjoon cuts her off and walks down to stand next to her.

Y/N looks up at him with eyes that appear as if she is analyzing his own, Namjoon finds that he just can’t help staring into them, “Okay, I suppose I could use the help since my coworker is on his break; follow me!” and that is exactly what Namjoon does.

As he is walking behind her silently, he takes the time to look over her. He takes in the overalls and oversized shirt she is wearing, her hair that is half up and out of her face, and also her attractive physique from the back; but Namjoon would never admit that part.

He also notices the little specks and smudges of dirt scattered on her clothing and arms. This made him smile at the thought of her clumsily repotting plants.

How cute. Namjoon smiles; his admiring is stopped however as they approach a small room and the woman in front of him turns around and places the bouquet on a table beside her. He looks at her with slight confusion, and she smiles, “You strong?” she asks with a slight smirk while putting her hands on her hips.

Namjoon quirks an eyebrow at her question, “Maybe, it depends on the job.”

“Think you can help me move those bags of soil out of that room, to right here?” Namjoon smiles,

“Sure, think you can keep up?” he asks while rolling up his sleeves and moving into the storage type room,

“I don’t know, I am quite the skilled dirt mover.” Y/N responds and laughs as she goes to remove her gloves.

Namjoon stills once he sees Y/N reaching for her gloves, suddenly reminded of why he was here. He takes a quick glance at his mark and notices it is glowing brightly.

Wait a second, shit hold on wait- Namjoon’s thoughts were interrupted by a sharp gasp from Y/N,

“What the hell is this?!” She exclaims loudly while staring at her hand trying to rub it, thinking that it is some hallucination.

Namjoon quickly moves towards her and gently grabs her hand to comfort her, “Hey, it’s okay! You don’t need to freak out, I have it too, see.” he raises his hand showing Y/N the same glowing mark that she had.

Y/N’s eyes widen and Namjoon can see the fear and confusion in her eyes, so he goes to tell her that it’s okay and that she should take a seat; however, his actions were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Both Y/N and Namjoon look towards the doorway and see three other men, all of which are holding little succulents and have dumbfounded expressions on their faces.

If they had something important to say, they had definitely forgotten what it was once their gaze had set on Y/N.

“Hey guys,” Namjoon clears his throat and moves away from Y/N awkwardly, “this is Y/N.”

[lausterholes]

Thank you so much for the last request! I’m so happy to have found this blog💛 is it okay if I would love to request Prosciutto, DIO and Jotaro as a Sugar daddy?

It’s more than okay! I’d love to continue this sugar daddy series!  (づ◔ ͜ʖ◔)づ(づ◔ ͜ʖ◔)づ(づ◔ ͜ʖ◔)づ(づ◔ ͜ʖ◔)づ

Warning: NOT SFW/ Age gap/ Sugar daddy-baby relationship

- Mod Lauster

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Sugar daddy!Prosciutto

▀ Oh ho ho, here we go. One of the top tier sugar daddy; Prosciutto.

▀ Who’s the one that is always up for daddy kink? Him. No one can argue to me about that, no matter what.

▀ To be honest, Prosciutto always dreamed of the idea of him having a sugar baby. Due to his schedule that always full of mission and works, he doesn’t have any time for himself. Or he had, but end up finding some high-end prostitute to please himself.

▀ Even though he had fun with that, but somehow, Prosciutto feels like it’s not enough. Just a one night fun can’t satisfy him in the long term. He wants that real kind of affection- by real kind- I mean someone that he could be with when he needs, not just a random streetwalker each night.

▀ In one of the Passione’s ceremony, Prosciutto caught his eyes on someone. And that someone just happens to be you. Once his eyes sparkled with interest, Melone slips in and tell Prosciutto about you. You are an independent minor member of the gang, running an honest errand and living in such a mediocre state. 

▀ You, the girl who’s unintentionally become a gangster, is standing among the tight crowds of mafioso. You weren’t actually lost, you just waiting for your friends which nowhere to be found inside the main hall, drink in hand. You truly look like a lost lamb in his eyes.

▀ You are about to give up stay here all night; Prosciutto approached you. Taken back, the man in front of you is far more than gorgeous, you can’t help but forgot your dang name. 

▀ Someway, somehow, you end up talking with him about your life, how did you being here, how the damsel in distress you are, and almost slip of how he could be this beautiful. Prosciutto takes a risk; he invites you to the restaurant after the ceremony is over. Gladfully, you accept.

▀ It’s not so hard to twist your arm for being his sugar baby. Face it, who wouldn’t? 

▀ He is a very patient man, he wouldn’t let you get what you want easily. Teasing to no end. Not just with his black cards or stuff you want. But with things on the bed too. He loves to degrade you, making you vulnerable and begging with all your wills.

▀ He is rough, really rough. Better expect for spanking and a lot of hair-pulling while you both having sex.

▀ Will call you whore, slut, puttana, or whatever degrading names into your ears. After being humiliated both physically and mentally, he will pamper and compliment you, how good you did. He will reward you later with a bunch of money too.

▀ Show. You. Off. Everywhere. Prosciutto wouldn’t really care if someone stared at him weirdly for having such a younger girl like you in his arms. He proudly marks you as his, not only with hickies but with possessive behavior he has. He shows everyone that you’re his baby girl, his, and his only.

▀ 9.5/10

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Sugar daddy!DIO

▀ Isn’t this ancient vampire already is a sugar daddy? lol. He pays his money on girls and having them down on their knees, all the time.

▀ Being attractive to both men and women, it’s not so hard to convince anyone he wants to swallow their pride and face the music. His charming as the brightest star upon the sky can lure any souls he wants without giving it a try. But the linger of the longing of affection inside him bothering DIO non-stop.

▀ But really? His life was colorful enough without love, there are only women that could give him his bloodline and ones that he could have fun with. Other than that? Nah, he doesn’t give a shit.

▀ Once again, DIO has wandered into the night to find someone, he doesn’t really care about their figure, their face, or their voice, he just wants to blow off some steam.

▀ Then, he just appears inside a random house, only to lure someone to be on their knees. You don’t have to take a guess; yes, that’s your house he’s been breaking in.

▀ Like the first appearance he had with Avdol, he stood there, on top of the stairways, waiting for the homeowner. It’s not a surprise when he sees your gaze wander to him in terror and yet fascinated. His words formed into a deep whisper, ringing into your ears, seductively.

▀ It takes not so long to willingly fall into his sweet nothings. But before he could go on or do something- you’ve picked up your stuff you’ve dropped before when you’ve met him. It was an expensive book you spent your days and night working to own it.

▀ Isn’t that DIO is fully interested in what you’ve been holding, but he thinks that you might really love to read, even you couldn’t afford that book. He smiles and invites you to his estate once again, not just to be with him, but for you to have a million books to read.

▀ It started off with that, there are many people out there who loves to read just like you- but because of something, he truly wants to keep you by his side for a while. And he has everything you need to provide, sounds good, isn’t it?

▀ As long as you’re still by his side, DIO will spoil you rotten. Wants new clothes? Go on. New books? Take my black card. New house to stay? You betcha. He will please you if you please him.

▀ DIO is not someone that withholds his desire. He would do anything with you. Inside the bedroom, he’s rough. Expect for bloodplay and breeding kink, you have to take his loads inside your little womanhood until the end of the day. You won’t easily have a break especially if you wore something that is too ‘seductive’, or just being near him in general.

▀ Talk to him, make him interested in you as long as you want, he will give you everything you need. Just give him your heart, body, and very soul. 

▀ 9/10

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Sugar daddy!Kujo Jotaro

▀ Jotaro, oh, Jotaro.

▀ Although he didn’t care, if he committed to love someone, he would be a faithful person in a healthy relationship. A kind of one that we’ve always been dreamed of, instead of such a happy never after everyone has been falling for.

▀ But... This is different than he thought it would be. It’s not that he’s not happy about it- but he just genuinely think it’s disorderly strange.

▀ He just didn’t expect himself to have a sugar baby after all.

▀  It was started when he has finished university and wander somewhere else to take some time off. After the hell of thesis and shit he has been through, Jotaro fully thinks he will have a break this time.

▀  And somewhere, someway, somehow, Jotaro ended up in bed with a stranger- No, not really, but he didn’t acquaint with you that much. You were the girl he saved from the stand user that recognize him and tried to use you as a hostage.

▀ Once in years, Jotaro truthfully has no idea what to do. It was so blurry the night before. How did he end up in your bed????

▀ When he tried to apologize- only to gets your confession in return, you saying that you can be useful in every way that you can, you will follow him to the end of the line, revealing your ability and stuff. You weren’t pushing him too much, the guy just so intimidating and looks like he’s always annoyed by everyone’s presence anyway. 

▀ He did think about it- he had crossed the line without noticing it; if he left you with the feeling like this, the situation will be more tangled in the future. So he accepts it without a choice.

▀ The time you spent with him draw you both closer to one another. A deep conversation, sharing your interest, and maybe just a nice dinner. Quickly, this ambiguous relationship started to form its shape.Not really close to a lover, and far away from fuck buddy. He pays everything you need, tuition, renting, and many more...

▀ So this is what his old man was talking about then? Sugar baby. Jotaro sighed while inserting money in your pocket.

▀ Jotaro is a man of a few words. He doesn’t dirty talk that much, the only thing you can hear is grunting and groaning from him. More than his voice, he is a very stoic man from a very start, he loves edging you, making you yearn for more and more.

▀ Did anyone say cock warming? Yes, give this man cock warming. He loves to have you sit still on his cock while he’s working on paper, or letting you help while you’re still in this position.

▀ It’s a very high chance for you to develop into his real lover, but for now, the old man like him and a young girl like you need a long way to go.

▀ 8.5/10

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[smndragon]

henlo!! i hope you're doing well! i'd love to get a reading from you, if that's okay! my placements are: sag sun (12h), aries moon (3h) and cap rising! thank you so much for this!

I swear I looked at my inbox and took a second for start the tv and get a drink of water. This is gonna be a long night, I don't think there are meant full readings left though. I'm doing very well thanks for that!

Hm, Sagittarius sun, Aries moon, and Capricorn ascendant.

The Aries moon is the loudest competing with the Capricorn ascendant. Possible glasses I feel from the Aries moon or bad eyesight. The Capricorn could cause you to cut your hair short since I feel some of them really like doing that either their chaotic energy at times✂️💇🏽‍♀️ (I always try to be careful when clicking edit ln these drafts cause it sucks to accidentally delete it ughh) SONG RECOMMENDATION LOVELIES creep by Radiohead! I'm back after getting an ice pop AND OMG IVE BEEN ANSWERING THINGS MY SHEETS ARE WARM AND I HAVEN'T OPENED IT HOW DID I FORGET. Anyways, I wondered if your profile was really you so I looked closer and now I regret I cause the characteristics will be thrown off later on sorry.

Gotta make a new paragraph that was long💀 the Aries moon is hard to see, the connection has been ruined. FOCUS I'm back okay let's go! The Aries Manor is large. I arrived immediately at gates. The place feels like a castle, all of a sudden I'm in a dress on the ground as if this is some kind of lost girl story. My expression looks really confused. As if they're asking "where tf am I" a tall figure comes down the stairs, dressed in a red dress as if her wedding with the world's biggest asshole had was cancelled. Red lips and styled back red hair, their eyes are sharp at the ends and wide in the middle (can't explain eyes lol) they offer their hand to me as if I look like the dumbest bitch at the ball lol. Long and manicured nails. Shes thin and lanky but beautiful non the less. (For all of you insecure people reading to this far I'm watching you😤 love yourself more please you deserve it) she has a butler on standby. "So what are you doing here?" A pretty basic question but I honestly feel so dumb rn lol. They act as if the quest never happened and look around for something in the room turning their head. "You're not Gemini/Sagittarius are you?" A skeptical look on their face. It's hard to interpret what they said. "Alright, maybe you're not here to pull a prank on me if you are." They grab a cigarette from a tin holder a worker offers them already lit and breathing rolls of smoke. "If not them, what are you doing here shorty?" Taking another hit, the cigarette finished by then. Time is going by faster than I thought. "Alright" I hear the click of the case in their hand closing. "If you aren't here for me then I know who, follow me." They get up to lead me up the stares. Hesitantly following after. Aura is red and flaming. Possible placements are the lover stomach or I feel the manor and small parts around it take yo the whole chest. You may have problems with heartburn, chest pains, or issues with the lungs. We leave the lavished hall. I feel there's somewhere you wanna go someday. Possible problems in class as a kid, too passionate or anger issues. Nowadays may be shy or hesitant. Aries people often are fiery, but we also turn more shy getting older.

I see a door down the hall opening it, the Aries moon is gone by now. I feel you have Gemini placements possibly tricksters with your Sagittarius sun. I see the Sagittarius sitting down on something soft and plush. Reading some kind of novel or paper. They seem very intimidating until seeing me. "Ah! Are you here to talk to me? I've been needing company!" Getting up to walk towards me. "Did Aries not come with you? They always avoid me." I see their earrings shine with the night sky. "I mean I did pull that paint trick a bit ago but to mean c'mon who wouldn't?" She once had an elegant purple dress, to match her heavy eyelashes and almost violet blue eyes. But I look into myself now. They are jokes on how we look the same now and they bet she asked me if I was them. They turn to me again after looking off for a bit. You the host may have issues with the contact under pressure or when holding conversations. They do the same thing the Aries does. They may go deeper than shown to me, lifetimes of being stuck with each other in the same hosts. May have liked each other in the beginning but something changed this. Possible placement now is the left side of the chest. Aura color is purple and starry blue. I'm no longer in contact.

I feel the Capricorn ascendant is the puzzle piece to what happened. Change that thought it's Gemini. It's not just you body but in others they've known each other I'm the placements. Possibly a love triangle turned into hate or something. The Aries moon once loved your Sagittarius, they still do. It's just things have changed and Gemini and Sagittarius are better together to Aries. This doesn't seem right. Idk how you could fix this maybe we'll see later. This imbalance could be the cause of some mental issues or your own love problems, both signs aren't as good with such things. They don't know how cause they haven't found true love yet. At least not reciprocated well enough.

The Capricorn ascendant lives in the middle of your chest in-between the abdomen and stomach proportions. This doesn't make sense to me since I believe the stairs were here. I get there, the Capricorn is sitting on the steps sketching. The Capricorn is more boyish. Dressed in a shorter green dress. Cut to the shoulders blonde hair with brown and green mixed eyes. A golden chain on the neck matching the sprinkle of gold on the cheeks and in the eyes. They look at me weirdly. As if they're appalled I ended up here. "Gonna sit or not?" They point to next to them on the steps. I sit down looking at the sketch set down for a second resting in their palms. "You can feel it too can't you?" Clearly they're talking of the energy between the other two zodiacs. "They've been like this for a long time-" "I know." I finally talk I believe after this whole reading. They look down at their drawing. "I'm pretty new here so yeah. I got it fast" they catch me looking at the pencil stokes. "You saw it before. Think it was good?" They look at me again head still down low. "yeah" I nod. "Great!" They pull me up. "Let's get away from here yeah?" There's fields outside the mansion. Green even in the night. Rolling down the grounds and getting grass covered stains and markings. This Capricorn is alive.

Characteristics: dark hair, wider eyes due to the Capricorn or Aries moon, I feel this creates bigger eyes at times. Possibly markings on the hands or arms. Height is fairly average or just an inch shy of it. Possibly have posters in your room. You may definitely need that cup of morning coffee. Strongly built with thicker bones. Took some scrapes and scratches as a kid lol.👷gap in the middle of the teeth. Your nose may scrunch and get bunny lines. Possible love for Halloween. Nice nails but they get broken easily do you have to cut them short. Struggled with self image issue younger. Causing some mental health problems. You aren't an angry person but if boundaries are crossed there's gonna be a problem.

Soulmates/ future relationship: (ignore if already in one unless curious) I feel Virgo influence here. Not the tallest person but also yes? One of those two either really tall ppl or not at all. You guys will try and keep up with each other a lot. Trying to manage schedules and make little completions on who cna do something better or first. On the couch watching movies and sharing food, okay cringey couple thing coming up. You guys may feed each other like it's normal and your friend just stare at you like "wtf??" They love our two though lol they'll get used to it. Possible meeting at s grocery store when in the bread isle or nearby. May have you call them lieutenant or some strengthening name at times or they won't even move to do what you want them to.

Other zodiac influence in your life through people: Gemini moon, Virgo moon, sun, ascendant. Possible same mercury and venus? Random. Cancer mars, Neptune.

Health/future: watch for dogs (i love dogs but I see some trouble here) cars when walking on roads or streets. Just saying duck and lay attention for the next 2 months when in a dangerous working areas or smth.

FINALLY DONE SORRY THIS TOOK LONG

[whumpingcrow]

Ink Poisoning - Chapter 2

Shiny New Toy

CW: BBU and everything in relation to that, drugs/alcohol, party themes/setting, tattoo whump, creepy whumper, scar mention, noncon/dubcon touching, crying, nightmares, bathing, lady whump, noncon drugging, vomit mention (let me know if I missed anything!)

The first thing that Nicko noticed about his box boy was how nice his skin was. He realized how creepy and serial killer-ish that seemed, but it only stemmed from an artistic place, for the most part he wasn't trying to be creepy. He had ordered him that way, to be as pale and smooth as possible. He did have a couple scars around his wrists, what looked like maybe he’d had too tight shackles or ropes there once, and some on his face, around his mouth. But besides that, he looked brand new, despite being recalled, or whatever. Nicko didn’t particularly enjoy the fact that his boxie was used, but it was so much cheaper that way. And so far, in the week and a half that he’d had him, it didn't seem like it mattered that he'd been sent back.

Nicko wasn’t home when he was delivered, he’d gone out to get new art supplies while Rory sat in his living room to wait for him. She had been coming over a lot, recently, unannounced and for long amounts of time. Nicko hoped she wasn’t wanting to move in with him. It was starting to bother him having to entertain her constantly, but right then he was glad that she had been there. Who knows how long the poor boxie would’ve had to wait in that box out in the snow if she hadn’t been. When Nicko got back, Rory had already given him a shower and gone through Nicko’s closet to get him clothes, and she was combing his wet hair out of his face when Nicko walked in. He looked so terrified, his shoulders high and tense and his eyes huge in restrained panic.

Rory took a liking to the boxie right from the beginning, Nicko suspected they might’ve had some sort of bonding moment when Rory let him out of the box and showered him and gave him clothes. Weirdly enough, Nicko didn’t mind so much. When he first noticed it, he was annoyed and jealous that this frail, falling apart at the seams boxie was getting more attention from his girlfriend than he was. But then he realized it wasn’t that bad, that when Rory came over now and Nicko had enough of her, he could stick her in a room with his box boy and they would keep each other busy.

Three days after he got there, Rory decided he needed a name. Nicko had been working on a piece in the kitchen, some dumb still life painting for class, and Rory walked in, her timid friend trailing closely behind her. He saw Nicko, sitting straight in the chair and putting those vibrant colors onto the huge white canvas, and he shuffled right up to him and sank down to his knees at Nicko's feet. That was another reason Nicko didn’t mind how much Rory liked to play house with the boxie, because they all knew who he was loyal to, they all knew who signed the papers and who was in charge of him. And when he did things like this, like groveling at Nicko’s feet and looking at him with wide, nervous puppy dog eyes, it made Nicko high on power.

“I thought of a good name for him,” Rory announced. Nicko turned to look at her, at how she leaned against the wall lazily, eyes droopy and words slurred. She was high, she was always high and Nicko really hated it. He told her all the time how much he hated it, she just never seemed to care. “What do you think about Giovanni? Gio for short.”

Nicko looked down at his boxie, who was now swaying just a little, looking a little pale. When Nicko’s hand found his wavy brown hair, he closed his eyes tight and pressed against the touch for the split second it was there, then he deflated as it was pulled away. “Giovanni,” Nicko repeated thoughtfully, “Yeah, it’s cute. Suits him.” With that, he lowered his paintbrush and smeared some red onto Gio’s nose, laughing at how shocked he looked. Giovanni looked up at Nicko, saw him laughing, and a tiny grin slipped onto his face. Nicko liked the way red looked against his pale skin.

The first time Nicko tattooed him, Giovanni cried. He didn’t move around or try to stop Nicko or make any sounds, he was perfectly behaved the entire time. Nicko was entranced, the needle was sliding across his skin smoothly, the dark ink looked so striking against his skin, and Giovanni was so good and still, he got lost in the moment. He had been working on it for probably a good two hours before he noticed Gio crying. Nicko didn’t say anything, simply pulled his hands off of him and looked back over his work. Maybe he should have opted for something smaller, and in a less sensitive spot, allow Gio to ease into the stinging pain of the needle before starting this huge, intricate bouquet on his ribcage. It was looking incredible, though, and Nicko had to finish it.

He glanced up at Giovanni, who was staring up at the ceiling with huge tears slipping down the sides of his face and into his hair, his bottom lip trembling as he took in tiny, shaking breaths. Nicko laughed softly at him, drawing Gio’s attention to him. When he realized Nicko was watching him cry, he frantically reached up and swiped away his tears.

“It’s ok,” Nicko said softly, “crying’s normal. I’ve seen grown men sob like babies in these chairs. You’re doing great, Gio. Just keep still, like you’ve been doing.”

Giovanni took a deep breath, then smiled at Nicko through his teary eyes. “O-Ok…”

Nicko felt a certain thrill when he tattooed Giovanni. Something about it was different than getting paid to do one, than having to sit in front of a bossy customer who would whine about it the entire time. Giovanni belonged to Nicko, he didn’t have a say in what markings were put on his body, he just had to shut up and take it. It also felt so much better, physically. Giovanni’s fragile ribs underneath Nicko’s hands, tensing occasionally as he tried not to jolt away from the pain, felt sort of similar to choking Rory when they fucked. He thought it was just because of the placement of his hands, the intimacy of touching someone's bare torso, but then when he was doing a couple on Gio’s arms another day it felt the same. His wrist was frail and breakable in Nicko’s hand and his fingers were twitching when the needle caught a sensitive spot, and Nicko was absolutely obsessed. He knew it wasn’t great to do so many tattoos all in a short period of time, but he couldn’t help himself. He caught himself thinking about it all the time, during class, while he was painting, while he was fucking around with Rory, when he was drunk, he was constantly imagining Giovanni's almost inaudible gasps of pain, the way his brown eyes dulled in fear when the tattoo gun started buzzing loudly, how he bit down on his full bottom lip when it really hurt. He just wanted to do it all the time. Even when he couldn’t take Gio down to the shop, he would lock them away in his room and bring out his own supplies. His were cheaper and older, and that meant it hurt worse, and the few times Nicko used it on him, Giovanni couldn’t help but let out tiny whines and hisses every so often. He looked mortified that he was doing it, when Nicko stopped to look up at him, he would duck his head in apology. Nicko wondered if he used to get in trouble for making noises while he was hurting.

Actually, Nicko wondered a lot of things about Gio’s past. Before he showed up, his biggest question was what had he done to be given up by his old owners? The company had listed him as “refurbished”, because he had done something that went against training and had to go back to go through the process again. Nicko couldn’t imagine him doing anything wrong enough to deserve whatever horrors were held in retraining. Hell, he had sat through about 13 hours worth of tattoos perfectly still and quiet, and he never complained, so it certainly couldn't have been because of his inability to do what his owners wanted him to. And Rory absolutely adored him, he let her play with his hair and smear makeup on his face and even pump him full of whatever drug she was using at the time, and he didn’t protest once. Giovanni was perfect. But maybe at one point he wasn’t, it was just hard for Nicko to imagine that.

After he realized that, he also couldn’t stop thinking about what he had done to become a boxie in the first place. From what he’d read, someone had to do something pretty awful for a judge to even consider that as an alternative punishment, it wasn’t something they gave you for vandalism or trespassing. Again, though, Giovanni was so soft spoken, so timid, so afraid of everything, Nicko didn’t believe he could do anything bad. At least not bad enough to warrant what he’d gone through.

That was only stuff Nicko thought of at night when he couldn’t sleep and he could hear Giovanni whimpering and sniffling to himself from his makeshift bed on Nicko’s floor. Once or twice he debated inviting him up into the bed with him so he’d stop crying, but something always stopped him. He told himself it was because Rory would be mad if she found them in bed together, but he knew that wasn’t the case. So for some reason, he just pretended he didn’t hear it and waited until it stopped. Or fell asleep anyway before it did.

The rest of the time, though, he was thinking about how perfect Giovanni was, and how much he liked having him around.

And then Salem came back and started messing things up.

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Giovanni was scared of Salem right away, it was hard not to be scared of someone when they march right up with a huge black bag that looks like it would hurt so bad if it was swung hard enough, and start yelling and cussing. It didn't help that he was already freaked out enough because of the loud party that had been going on for three days now and whatever it was that Rory had made him swallow earlier. He didn’t mean to let his fear show, he was planning on just sitting very still and pretending he wasn’t there so he would be left alone, but he was so high he couldn’t help but react just a little. When Rory noticed, she grabbed his face and leaned in close and said “it’s ok, Gio, it’s just Salem, I won’t let him hurt ya.”

He liked Rory a lot. He was really scared of her, too, at first, with her bright blue hair and black powder smudged around her eyes like charcoal. She looked just as scared as he felt, as she looked down at him through the now open wooden crate he was still in, and for some reason that made him feel a little better. She helped him out of the box, held his shoulders to keep him steady when he stood on wobbling knees. Gio allowed her to lead him down the long hallway, walking slowly and patiently next to him so he wouldn’t fall. She sat right outside the bath on her knees and washed him off, her sharp nails dragging through his hair. She laughed at him when he closed his eyes and melted against it. When she was done rinsing the shampoo out of his hair, she leaned back with a sigh.

“My name’s Aurora, by the way. Like the princess.” When she said it, she smiled widely and her cheeks got a little rosy.

“Like the what?” He whispered.

She laughed at him again, this time it was just in disbelief. “The princess? Aurora?” He shook his head a little. “Sleeping Beauty? You don’t know her?”

He had been silent for a long time, thinking really hard, trying to remember. Was he supposed to know her? Was this part of his training? Did he forget? His heart sank the longer she stared at him, he was stupid and forgetful and she was going to send him back to training and he couldn’t go back there, it would kill him if he had to do it one more time.

But then she was reaching over to drain the bath, and standing up and trying to help him to his feet as well. She wrapped a towel around his waist carefully. “It’s ok, no one calls me that anyway. You can call me Rory, ‘kay?”

After that point, she wanted to be around him almost all the time. She liked to mess around with his hair, tug at it and put it into colorful rubber bands. A few times she had put some makeup on him. She told him that Nicko didn’t let her do it on him, even though she thought it was so attractive when men wore makeup. She told Gio it was ok, cause he looked better than Nicko would anyway, told him he was handsome. He liked when she said nice things like that. He didn't believe her, of course, but he still liked it. She would also give him tiny pills and make him breathe in smoke and put powder on his teeth, it all made him feel so strange and distant, more so than usual, anyways. Some of them made him feel so good he never ever wanted it to end, and some of them were so scary he ended the night hunched over the toilet vomiting in pure fear or sobbing in Rory’s comforting arms. He never refused anything she tried to give him, though, he wouldn’t dream of that.

As much as Gio liked Rory, it paled in comparison to how he felt about Nicko. Giovanni liked him so much that it scared him sometimes. He found himself wanting to be next to him always, felt utterly ruined when he wasn’t allowed to be. The way Nicko smiled at him, especially when Giovanni sat down at his feet while he painted, made him feel like screaming. He thought it was incredible what beautiful things Nicko could create with his hands, he often sat close by and watched silently as Nicko worked with thick, bright paints, completely mesmerized. One time, when Rory was gone and it was just Nicko and Gio, he gave him one of the pictures. It was while they were in Nicko’s room, Giovanni was sitting on the floor and watching the snow fall just outside, and suddenly Nicko was waving his hand at him to get his attention.

“Come here, I wanna give you something.” Gio wasted no time scrambling over to him, watching him intently as he ripped a piece of paper out of his sketchbook. Giovanni heard himself gasp when Nicko extended the paper out toward him and he saw it. It was him, Nicko had been drawing him while he was distracted by the snow. Nicko laughed at him, shaking the paper at him pointedly. “Here, take it. It’s for you.”

Giovanni blinked up at him in surprise, then slowly reached forward and took the paper with shaking hands, like he was afraid it was a trick. Once it was in his grip and Nicko had let go, he looked down at it with his breathing shallow. It was beautiful, just like everything Nicko created, and Giovanni felt so lucky, so thankful.

He was always thanking Nicko, even when he shouldn’t be. After the long, miserable sessions where Nicko would press that loud machine against him until Gio wanted to tear himself out of his own skin so he didn’t have to feel the sharp stinging and burning, he would look at the new design Nicko put on him and he would say “thank you” so genuinely, and it always made Nicko smile warmly. The pain was horrible, and Giovanni was so sensitive, he always had been, and he was so embarrassed when he cried, or when they were alone in Nicko’s room and he couldn’t stay silent. At first he was so worried Nicko would be angry with him for making noise while it was happening, but then he told him it was ok, it was normal, and it eased his anxiety a little.

Nicko was good at that, at making Gio less anxious. All it took most of the time was a small amount of reassurance, a simple “it’s ok, don’t worry”, and then he would feel better. Gio only wished that he did it more often, because everything made him nervous and Nicko could help him so easily, if he wanted to. Like when he would wake up from nightmares he wasn’t even able to remember, crying at memories that disappeared once he woke up. If Nicko just sat up for a second and told him it was ok, he would probably feel better instantly. But he decided not to, for whatever reason, and Gio just had to be ok with it. He would be ok with anything Nicko decided to do or not do, if he was being honest. As long as he didn’t get rid of him, as long as he just kept him around, Nicko could do whatever he wanted, and Giovanni would be happy. He did exist for Nicko now, after all, it was purpose to please him or entertain him however he asked, to do everything and anything he could to make him happy. So really, as long as Nicko was happy, so was Giovanni.

The only problem was Giovanni was secretly miserable.

[peachcitt]

Feloe + Tutor AU, if you don't mind? :)

thanks for the request!!<3

pride and participles by peachcitt / read on ao3

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Chloe glared hard at the textbook in front of her, dropping her pencil on the desk in a steady rhythm. She looked up at Félix, who was sitting in front of her and was reading one of those probably super boring old-timey books - the kind with sentences that lasted for paragraphs and where nothing in particular happens at all. 

Félix licked his finger, and then turned the page. Chloe dropped her pencil in the same steady rhythm.

It was so quiet. She felt like tearing her hair out and screaming just to get rid of the silence. Really, it was utterly ridiculous to be able to hear someone else’s breathing! To hear her own breathing! Unheard of.

“So,” she said, drawing out the vowel sound. Félix didn’t look up. “What do you think Adrien is doing?”

“Did you finish those practice questions?” he asked instead of answering, and Chloe slumped over on the table, dropping her forehead onto the page of her textbook.

This was torture. Absolute torture.

Her plan had been fool-proof - complain to Adrien about how hard of a time she was having in English, and then he would swoop in and offer to tutor her because he was so nice and gullible, and they would bond and laugh and ignore work, and then they would kiss. It was a perfect plan. 

What she hadn’t anticipated was Adrien’s face pinching up in that way it did when he was going to deliver bad news and say that he would actually be recording for that new animated superhero show for the next few weeks, so there was no way he would have any free time, sorry Chloe maybe next time. She also hadn’t anticipated Adrien bounding up to her the next day and asking if she remembered Félix - you know, his cousin that used to play with them when they were kids and was so cool and fun? - because he was in town and he was just so good at English because he lived in London and said that he would love to tutor her.

Right. Félix. The cool and fun cousin.

More like the gloomy pain in the ass cousin. Chloe had never liked him, and he’d always made it clear that he couldn’t stand her.

“The practice questions,” Félix reminded, and Chloe flicked her pencil at him.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Twerp,” he replied, and when she looked up, he still had his eyes glued to his stupid book. He licked his finger and turned to the next page.

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“You’re not even helping me!” Chloe exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and shoving the textbook away from her. Félix did not look up from his book - a different one from the last time, despite the fact that it had only been a day. 

“I would help if you actually made an effort on the translation,” Félix replied coolly, and Chloe rolled her eyes. She made an effort. About two seconds of it, but effort all the same. Félix flicked his eyes up from his book to actually look at her, his cold gray eyes sending a chill down her spine. “If you try, I can actually do something about your mistakes.”

“I’m trying,” Chloe said, despite the fact that she wasn’t. He raised his eyebrows at her. She sighed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Whatever. What’s so interesting about those books you read anyway?”

“Stop trying to change the subject,” Félix said, placing his bookmark in his book and setting it down so that he could push her textbook back towards her and pick her pencil up where it had fallen on the floor. 

“I’m not, technically,” Chloe said, sticking her nose up and pointing a finger to the cover of his book. “I mean, you read those books in English, right? Not French? So what’s so good about it?”

Félix looked at her finger and then down at his book. “Nothing,” he said, and his cheeks turned red.

Chloe blinked in surprise. “Are you blushing right now?”

“Of course not!” Félix snapped, but his face only reddened further.

“Oh, my God, you totally are!” she said, and she laughed hard in his face just because she knew it would piss him off.

“Whatever,” Félix said, grabbing her textbook and pulling it toward him. “I’m going to check your translations so far.”

“Wait, nonono don’t-”

“Too late,” he replied, already scowling down at her mediocre translations. Chloe bit the inside of her cheek, looking down at Félix’s book. She squinted at the title and set it to memory, just to make fun of him for it later.

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Pride and Prejudice.

That’s what Félix’s book was called. It was by some lady named Jane Austen who died, like, a hundred years ago, and it was a romance novel.

A romance novel.

Chloe stared at her phone screen.

Félix read romance novels.

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Chloe picked at the stem of her mechanical pencil, staring at Félix as he read his romance novel. It wasn’t Pride and Prejudice anymore, but it was written by that same lady - Jane Austen. Chloe recognized the name.

Félix’s face didn’t betray any emotion at all as he read; he was perfectly smooth and expressionless, except for maybe a little furrow in his eyebrows for concentration. You never would’ve been able to guess that he was reading about, like, falling in love and proposing and all that. It struck Chloe then, for some strange reason, that Félix was kinda hot. 

He looked a lot like Adrien, of course, but like Adrien in sharper focus. His jawline was a little more angular, his nose a little straighter, his skin a little paler, his hair a little longer. Adrien was cute. Félix was hot.

“What are you staring at?” Félix asked, eyes not leaving his book, and Chloe startled, eyes snapping back down to her textbook.

“A lame jerk,” Chloe replied smoothly. “Thanks for asking. Oh, and by the way, what the hell is a participle?”

“You’ve asked me that at least twelve times this week.”

“And it makes less sense each time. Try harder.”

Félix sighed, marking his place with a bookmark and leaning forward, explaining again what a participle was as he pointed to lines in her textbook with his long pointer finger. Chloe looked up at his face, at the dusting of pale freckles across the bridge of his nose and the fan of his platinum eyelashes against his cheeks.

“You aren’t listening,” he said. He was looking straight at her.

“No, I’m not,” she said, holding his gaze. She grinned. “I’m too busy thinking about Pride and Prejudice.”

He sat back in his seat, pale cheeks burning red. “Shut up.”

“I just think it’s so romantic,” Chloe gushed mockingly, and his cheeks burned brighter. She was having the time of her life.

“Fine. Figure out what a participle is by yourself.”

“Wait, no, I actually really need you to explain that to me again,” she said, dropping the act, and he looked her over, like he was trying to see if she was hiding a joke under her hair, or something. And then he sighed, opening his mouth to start his participle spiel again.

“It was pretty good, I guess,” Chloe said before he could start, and he closed his mouth, raising an eyebrow. “Pride and Prejudice. I read it. In French, of course.”

“You read it?” Something changed in his face, a little something. 

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug and feeling her cheeks start to heat up. “I mean, I had to figure out what you found so riveting when I, the hottest girl in the country, was sitting in front of you.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he was still blushing, a little bit. And it looked like there was a smile hiding behind his lips. “It’s better in English.” He stopped, squinting at her. “You’re trying to get off topic so I won’t look at your translation.”

“That’s utterly ridiculous,” Chloe said, hiding her translation with her arm. 

“Chloe,” he said, and it sounded like he started saying her name with a reprimand but midway through all of that cold exterior crumbled into a laugh. They both stared at each other in mutual surprise. Félix cleared his throat. “Hand it over,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Can’t we just talk about Pride and Prejudice?” she asked, her voice a little unsteady. Her heart was beating weirdly fast.

“No,” he replied, managing to grab her translation and staring down at it. “And think about what a participle is because you’re going to explain it to me after I finish looking this over.”

Chloe groaned, plopping her head in her hands and decidedly not thinking about participles. She thought about the way Félix looked when he blushed, instead. Cute.

When she looked over at him, Félix was staring somewhere to the left of her worksheet, and he was smiling. As soon as he caught her looking, he pinched his lips together and glared down at her translation.

She kept her eyes on him, and when he glanced up at her, she smiled at him. 

He smiled back.

“Tell me what a participle is,” he said.

“Oh, screw you, jerkwad,” she replied.

They were still smiling at each other.

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originally i wanted to keep this under 1000 words and then i realized that i physically couldn’t do that so yeah you could say i got carried away. i just think it’s fun to make fun of felix!!! so what!!! sue me!!!!

anyway goldensmilingbird i hope you enjoyed this fic!! and anyone who else read this. hold on i just realized what a typed. man i really need to go to bed huh.

anyway thanks for reading ily goodnight

[nissakii]

Scent. a Haikyu!! Fanfiction pt.15

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“Okay, Asami truth or dare” The green bottle turned its head towards the beta and she groaned, because the person who just asked her was no other than Mikoto. “oooh”, Shiro exclaimed with a tone that insinuated incoming trouble. The beta adjusted her face scrub and winced as she almost dropped some on the floor they were sitting on. “Truth I guess”, she mumbled and Mikoto let out a villainous laugh. “You will regret that”, Shirochimed and Asami gave her a half-hearted smack. The three of them were sitting in Shiro’s dorm with the led lights set on a calming light purple. All of them were wearing some sort of pajamas with old baggy t-shirts and skin care items displayed all around them. Wiggling around on her spot, the omega pressed her hands together in thought until she snickered again. “Do you have a crush on someone?” Exasperated, the beat huffed out a long breath before she answered, “you know the answer to that question” Mikoto giggled again while Shiro only looked appalled, “Hey! What crush? I don’t know about no crush?”, and Asami looked at her in disbelief. “Oh, that crush”, Shiro made a face and grinned while the beta started to shift around uncomfortably. Mikoto looked at her for a second, catching her unease, “Okay then~” she clapped her hands a couple of times to bring both sets of eyes towards her. “If you would choose any other guy”, and she wiggled her fingers, “who would it be?” “oof”, Shiro choked out. Asami on the other hands didn’t even have to think about it that much before she spat out a name. “Osamu” “What?!”, Shiro gasped and Asami just shrugged. “We’re talking about hypotheticals right? He’s quiet, cute and can cook. Solid ain’t he?” “Oh Asami, I didn’t expect you to have such a quick answer on you”, Mikoto mused with a grin. “Well what about you then?” “Me?”, Mikoto asked herself and placed her head onto her palm. “I don’t need men, they disappoint me”, she brought up with a poker face until all of the girls suddenly started laughing. Heaving in breaths as they slowly started to lose themselves in the continuous laugh cycle it took them a while before they stopped and calmed themselves. Their heads were spinning, a short moment in which they could just detach themselves from the stress of university and just be girls. “Shiro?” “Huh”, Shiro whipped her head around to find Asami and Mikoto looking at her with the same knowing face, and she instantly looked disgusted, “why are you looking at me like that?” “Come on~ Tell us!”, Mikoto chimed and slowly moved towards the sigma. Asami lightly shoved the arm of the youngest, to which her annoyance only grew until she groaned and relented. “Fine! I don’t really have a crush though”, she muttered. “Yeah whatever, but who do you find cute?”, Asami sipped a little from her drink and Mikoto nodded to encourage her. “Cute? Uhm, no. Not cute, but if we’re talking about built”, and she flexed her arms which made both o f the girls giggle, “the guy that runs the council or whatever”. Asami almost spat out her soda, coughing and choking while Mikoto only looked at the youngest with a gaping mouth. “Ushijima?”, the omega rasped out and Asami aggressively sipped more on her drink to stop choking. “Yeah that dude!”, Shiro nodded to herself. “I don’t know what’s worse”, Asami placed down the cup and leaned over to look at the sigma, “the fact that you find that guy attractive, or the fact that you didn’t even know his name!” “ I don’t remember the name, only the fit”, she concluded with a grin on her face. “Wow”, Asami said and gave Mikoto a look. The omega looked back at her with confusion displayed on her features. “What”, she spat out and Asami just kept staring at her with pursed lips. “I think I got dirt on you too”, she whispered while moving around weirdly, her arms flailing. “What do you mean?”, and Mikoto turned cautious, her head tilting to the side. The beta took that as an opportunity to continue and she put her head on top of her palms. “I told you guys how I met Osamu last week, and you told me how you met

Atsumu right?” “Yeah, and you already have a crush on Osamu, so?”, Mikoto retorted and Asami shook her head while stifling a grin. “Don’t distract me now! You know that’s not true!”, the beta composed herself and looked a bit more serious as she continued, “I told you both that I met him on campus at a tour guide right?” “And where is your point?”, Mikoto asked with a smile that looked a little intimidating. “So tell us the story of how you met Atsumu!” “I did?”, the omega tilted her head back and looked in between the two girls. “Well, you just said that Osamu seemingly has a brother, and that you met him. That was it. I feel like normally you would tell us more about your impression on him”, Asami thought aloud and her gaze trailed across the room, “feels like you don’t wanna tell us something”. “Oh oh”, Shiro chimed while Mikoto could only scoff. “It’s nothing important”, the omega concluded but Asami didn’t let off. “I’m not saying it was! Just maybe, might be leaving something interesting out?” A staring contest began between Mikoto and Asami, while the beta was visibly uncomfortable she tried to start the conversation differently. “Okay look, when I met Osamu last week he told me that he had just moved here, that he was a culinary arts major, he was also very like”, Asami moved her fingers around the air as if she was trying to feel something invisible, “quiet and aloof? Still very nice though, and cute!” “You’re repeating yourself. Do you even have a crush on-” “AND”, Asami shouted to overrule Mikoto’s thrown in comments before she could continue. The beta cleared her throat. “What I’m saying is, I met the guy last week and I immediately told you about him, to which you said and I quote”, she placed air quotations with her hands, “Oh, I think he has a brother because I met someone called Miya Atsumu a couple of days before”. “So I did tell you about him!”, Mikoto shot back her hand outstretched and close enough for Asami to grab onto. “Yes, but that was it! Did he say nothing? Do nothing? I need observations! Details!” Mikoto slapped away her hand and hummed lowly, “For someone who can’t stop stuttering in front of strangers you really keep tabs on all the men around us hm?” Playfully nudging the beta she hoped the comment wasn’t too harsh, as her friend frequently got things misunderstood, but Asami merely chuckled darkly. “The more you keep straying away from the topic by insulting me, the more I think you’re hiding something. Out with it!” Shiro sat next to the girls with one hand in a bag of chips and the other tapping away at her phone, she looked up at both of the other girls and grinned to herself before snickering a little bit. “I don’t know why you’re making a big deal out of it you drama queen”, and Asami waved her off and motioned to continue, until Mikoto sighed, ”Fine. Atsumu is trying out for varsity. I met him because he was talking to Oikawa before we had our lecture together”. Asami scoffed, but when Mikoto raised her shoulders the beta started pouting. “Is that everything? No small-talk? Not even a talk about the weather?” “No! No small-talk!”, she groaned. “Impossible for someone like you”, Asami babbled on and let herself flop onto her side, while she looked at the snacks and faking whimpers, “I thought something interesting might happen. Mikoto kept looking at the moping beta, her eyebrows scrunching in annoyance. “Fine”, she sighed out. “Hm?” “I think he’s a philosophy major, I saw him walk out of a seminar once where I wanted to meet a colleague”, Mikoto shifted into another position,”He seemed to be nice, pretty childish”. “Oh see! There’s the details!”, Asami shot back up again, grabbing the bag of crisps and munched on the snacks with a nod. “He also sniffed my neck”. Dead silence fell across the room after Asami dropped the chips bag and some of them fell on the carpet. Shiro threw her phone onto the bed and leaned forwards, her face displaying absolute shock but contrary to the beta, she was grinning. “He what?”, Asami grunted out, suddenly feeling

very awake and responsive, her scent drawing out and clouding the room with the scent of rose water. “See, you’re being dramatic. Nothing happened! It was his first time meeting an omega and he was curious about my scent”, Mikoto drew out and Asami couldn’t seem to fully relax. “Did he touch you?”, Shiro asked after coming down from the initial shock and Mikoto shook her head heavily. “No. And Oikawa was there too it was all fine, but he was so giddy and excited I really didn’t mind”, and with that sentence even the beta relaxed back into her original state, but not before she drew her arm out and ruffled through the omega’s hair. “Did you just scent mark me?”, Mikoto asked with slight irritation. “Yep!”, the beta let herself fall back onto some pillows that were scattered on the floor, “so what do you think of him?” “Uh, honestly he was hard to read. I saw him talk with Oikawa as they approached me and he was like more serious?” “So?”, Shiro pushed for more information. “So, when he talked to me he was all skittish, he didn’t think that caramel was possible as a scent it was interesting”, Mikoto finished with a somber look on her features, slightly unfocused while thinking. “Well, I guess you guys have similar taste”, Shiro grumbled while still on her phone. “I didn’t say I liked him!”, Asami retorted. “Yeah, I just said his reaction was interesting!”, Mikoto backed her up. The sigma only shook her head and showed the other girls her display. It was an instagram post, with two men standing next to each other. “Oh yeah that’s him”, Mikoto mused. ��Yeah, Osamu is the one with the-”, Asami stopped for a second. “They’re twins?!”

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[riotwritesthings]

Tony Learns Something New

SteveTony, Extremely E, 11k, PWP, complete and utter filth y’all, pre-serum!Steve, vague non-powered AU (check AO3 tags for more info)

This is all Stella’s fault, she put the idea in my head and it just TOOK OVER. And Ant encouraged me. This is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, and yes I’m including the tentacle porn.

ANYWAYS, skinny Steve is hung like a horse and he fucks the way he lives his life, like he’s got something to prove. Thanks for coming to my Tedtalk.

I have nothing to say for myself except NO SHAME 2020. Come get your porn.

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In which Tony finds out that his tiny artist boyfriend is not a nice boy. In the best possible way.

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Tony likes Steve Rogers. He really, really likes Steve Rogers. He might even love Steve, if Tony could let himself think about things like that without giving himself a panic attack. Steve is short, he’s adorable, he’s twenty pounds of smartass in a five pound bag and he is one hundred percent always down to fight. Tony knows enough about art to know that Steve is good, but he still blushes so adorably when Tony tells him so. He’s also sweet, and thoughtful, he’s a little bit goofy and fun, and Tony is constantly learning amazing new things about him.

Okay fine, so maybe Tony is already dangerously in love with Steve Rogers. They’ve only been dating a couple weeks, and Tony is already gone. So Tony wants to do this right, take his time, Steve is special, and he’s worth it. Tony doesn't want to ruin this by being his usual easy, straight-to-the-sack-and-dinner-after self.

Which is why Tony pulls himself away when the kiss starts to get a little heated, forces himself to settle for one last, short kiss to Steve’s soft lips before he leans back. “Sorry,” Tony says, a little sheepish, and prepares to settle back in to watch more weirdly intense cooking shows. They’re just having a nice stay-in date, curled up barefoot on Steve’s couch, it’s cozy and domestic and Tony is perfectly happy with this, he really is. No matter what his libido keeps trying to convince him.

What Tony is not prepared for, is to be abruptly and aggressively bowled over, landing on his back on the soft couch with barely enough time to blink in confusion before Steve is on him. Steve presses his way between Tony’s thighs, buries his fingers in Tony’s hair, and then proceeded to kiss all the air straight out of his lungs.

“What’re you sorry for?” Steve asks in between toe-curling flicks of his tongue against Tony’s, “other than drivin’ me crazy?”

“Uh,” Tony says brightly, and then shivers all over when Steve bites sharply at his lip. Tony can’t say anything for several long minutes, mostly because Steve’s tongue is doing its best to get intimately acquainted with every inch of his mouth, but finally he scrapes together the brain cells to offer “I’ve been trying not to push you?”

Steve laughs against his jaw, and yeah, Tony can admit that seems a little ridiculous now, with Steve sprawled out on top of him like he’s just been dying for the chance to get there. “Tony,” Steve says patiently, and then bites at his jaw hard enough to startle a moan out of him, “I have been waiting t’ get inside you for weeks now.”

Which is, okay, not exactly how Tony had expected this to go, apparently Steve’s ‘wholesome good guy’ personality is hiding a bit of a freak underneath. Tony can work with that, he’s a flexible guy, so to speak, and he’s about to let Steve know how completely on board he is with that plan when Steve shifts, lines their hips up just right to grind himself against Tony’s hip, and Tony’s brain completely whites out.

Because here’s another fun thing Tony has just now learned about Steve Rogers, for all that he’s a skinny, big-talking little shit, he apparently backs that up by having a monster cock. Jesus, Tony can only hope that thing is already fully hard because if not he’s honestly a little worried for Steve’s blood pressure. He snaps out of his thoughts when Steve leans back just enough to pull his shirt off, his slim, pale chest sending Tony’s brain into another tailspin before Steve is crashing down on top of him, kissing him again.

“H-holy fuck,” Tony finally gasps out, legs snapping up to wrap around Steve’s narrow waist, grinding up aginst him because he just has to double check that thing is real. “What the- are you serious?” He can’t help asking breathlessly, and then gasps when it twitches against the crease of his thigh, thick and long and a little terrifying.

Steve laughs softly, then props himself up on his arms to better roll his hips down against Tony’s. “You wanna feel it, baby?” He asks, a frankly spine-melting smirk spreading across his face, “‘cause I’ve been thinkin’ about it. Been thinkin’ about it a lot. The way you’d look wrapped around me, takin’ me, stretched so wide you can’t take anymore. You wanna feel that, too?”

“Hnng,” Tony says around a stunned groan, and then makes a couple other garbled sounds as Steve grinds against him again, with intent, and oh fuck that’s definitely Steve’s cock lined up aginst his taint now, the head twitching and nudging against Tony’s balls while the base presses against his ass and holy fuck. Tony’s never been a size queen, okay, but he is shaking at the thought of having all of that inside him.

“Tony?” Steve asks, pausing the steady roll of his rips to raise an eyebrow at him, “no thoughts? You seem... uncharacteristically quiet.”

“I thought you were a nice boy!” Tony blurts, and then can’t help laughing just a little at how scandalized it came out. Steve laughs along with him at least, leaning down just a little so his breath washes hot over Tony’s lips.

“I can play the blushing virgin, if that’s what you were expecting,” Steve offers, but the way he’s slowly pressing his hips into Tony’s again and dragging his lips tantalizingly over Tony’s makes Tony wonder if that’s actually a thing he’s capable off.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Tony says quickly, because sure he’s a little (or a lot) shocked, but he’s sure as hell not complaining. To prove his point he tightens his thighs around Steve’s hips, drags both palms up Steve’s chest as he says “can’t just taunt a man like that and then not follow through, you gotta show me what you got now, honey.”

“I’ll show you what I got,” Steve says, voice full of the kind of dark promise Tony wouldn’t have thought him capable of five minutes ago and already wants to see so much more of. Steve leans down to kiss him again, just long enough for Tony to start sinking into it, and then pulls away and grins at the sound of Tony’s desperate whine. “I’m gonna eat you out until you’re sloppy and begging for it,” he says, matter of fact, like he’s announcing the weather.

“F-fuck,” Tony gasps, hips jerking up and Steve just rolls with the motion, one of his hands slipping into the open collar of Tony’s shirt as he bites his way along Tony’s jaw.

“Gonna fuck you open, Tony,” Steve breathes into his ear, hot and so filthy, holy shit. “Get you so loose I can slide right back in, so easy, stuff you so full you feel me for days.” He pauses to nip at Tony’s earlobe and lets out a low groan as Tony’s arms slide around his back and haul him in closer. “Does that sound good to you, sweetheart?” He asks, slender, paint-stained thumb stroking over the hollow of Tony’s throat.

“Yes,” Tony chokes out, eyes squeezed shut because if Steve says one more sexy as fuck thing than this might all be over before it even starts. “Fuck yes, all- all of that, fuck-“ he adds, just in case Steve didn’t get the memo, and then whines pitifully when Steve’s hand slides away from him, when Steve starts pulling away.

“Then we need to move,” Steve says, equal parts patient and smug as he starts detangling their limbs and pushes himself to his feet. “I wanna spread you out proper, can’t do that on the couch,” he adds, holding out a hand and Tony lets himself be pulled to his feet in a slight daze.

“Right, of course, because you have plans,” Tony says around a short burst of giggles, and then shivers again when Steve gives him a slow smirk. Tony’s shivers only get harder when Steve steps into his space, wraps his arms around Tony’s waist and digs slender yet surprisingly strong fingers into his ass through his jeans.

“You have no idea,” Steve says, voice low and rough, then leans up and kisses him. Tony drapes his arms around Steve’s shoulders, the perfect height, and he’s not even embarrassed to admit that he’s leaning on Steve pretty heavily as they stumble their way to the bedroom because the way Steve’s tongue presses demandingly between his lips has Tony’s knees going weak.

Thank god they’re at Steve’s apartment, because as much as he’s a hot-shot successful artist he’s also endearingly modest, and his taste in housing reflects that. It means that at least it’s a short stumble to the bedroom, and then Steve is pressing Tony up against the wall and tugging impatiently at his shirt.

“Been dreaming about gettin’ my hands on you,” Steve breathes out against his lips, grinding himself against Tony’s thigh and driving him insane. “Wanna see you fall apart, gorgeous. Wanna memorize every second of it, leave my mark all over you, inside an’ out.”

“Gonna draw me like one of your french girls?” Tony tries to joke even though it does not at all hide the way his hands are shaking as he reaches for the button of Steve’s jeans, pausing only to shrug his shirt off when Steve starts shoving it down his shoulders.

“Yeah,” Steve says, dead serious, then kisses him again as he tugs Tony away from the wall and starts shoving him towards the bed, stepping out of his own pants along the way. “Gonna draw the way you look when you sob for me, the way your perfect ass looks when it’s swollen an’ used and leakin’ my come. Hang it on my fuckin’ mantle.”

Tony is too busy gasping and moaning and turning to jelly to even try and fight it when Steve shoves him backwards, just goes sprawling down across the bed. Tony can’t help letting out a soft whine, only a little terrified, at the sight of Steve standing above him, huge cock tenting his boxers so hard that the fabric looks strained and visibly leaking at the tip.

Steve smirks, like he knows exactly what Tony is staring at, that Tony’s heart is tripping all over itself in his chest, then starts tugging Tony’s pants and underwear down all in one go. Tony’s legs are still hanging awkwardly half off the bed and he has to resist the urge to clench his thighs closed under Steve’s dark gaze, feeling incredibly exposed because he knows how good Steve is at recreating a scene from memory.

Then Steve steps back, gets Tony’s pants free of his feet and tosses them away before saying “roll over.” It’s almost a relief to be able to press his burning face into the sheets, and Tony lets out a sigh that turns into a squeak as Steve’s hands land on his ass the second he’s settled. “Your fucking ass, Tony,” Steve groans out, fingers digging in as he pushes and pulls at the muscle. And his fingers might be thin but they’re long, and his palms are wide, and he covers a surprising amount of real estate as he spreads his hands wide and squeezes, pulling Tony’s cheeks apart and sighing “this is the real work of art right here.”

“Steve, Steve, fuck- Ah!” Tony nearly squeals at the cold puff of air against his hole, clenching up reflexively even as he pushes himself back into Steve’s hands.

“So sweet, can’t wait to make you cry,” Steve growls, and Tony’s startled laugh cuts off in a warbling moan as Steve licks firmly over his hole. Steve hums and then does it again, slower, flicks the tip of his tongue over the edge of Tony’s rim.

Tony whines high in his throat, braces his elbows against the mattress and tries to push back into it the next time Steve’s tongue moves over him. “O-oh, god- fuck, Steve,” he gasps, thighs shaking at the strain of holding himself up, still half-sprawled over the edge of the bed.

It draws a frustrated groan out of him when Steve refuses to move any faster, just keeps licking him slow and firm, curling his tongue just a little harder against Tony’s rim with every pass. Steve’s fingers dig in harder when Tony tries to rock back against him, tries to to get more, anything. More of Steve’s breath hot and close against his skin, Steve’s nails digging perfect little crescents into his skin and his tongue slick and wet, working Tony open painfully slow.

“Steve-“ he groans again, drawing it out until it sounds more like a breathy whine than anything. Tony trembles all over as he tries in vain to push himself back against Steve’s tongue and fuck, Steve is barely licking into him and already Tony is losing his goddamn mind, can’t help blurting out “please- Ah!” Tony wails when Steve’s tongue stabs into him, deep, wet and demanding even as Tony clenches around him, and then it’s all he can do not to sob when Steve withdraws.

“Shouldn’t be in such a hurry,” Steve says, voice rough and just loud enough for Tony to hear it over his own heaving breaths, “‘m gonna be here for awhile.” He circles the very tip of his tongue around Tony’s hole, just traces around and around until Tony lets out a desperate whimper and tries to jerk back against him.

Then Steve plunges back in again, starts licking Tony open in earnest as his hands pry Tony’s cheeks even further apart. Every shaking moan and gasp that bursts from Tony’s lungs just seems to egg him on, has him pressing in deeper, scraping his teeth over Tony’s rim everytime he presses in close and then flicking his tongue against the sensitive skin on the withdrawal.

“Shit- holy fuck-“ Tony groans out, fingers catching and clawing at the sheets and every time Steve’s tongue wiggles back into him it sets off another shower of sparks under his skin. He tries to shove himself back harder but Steve just moves with him, keeps the pace exactly what he wants it to be. “Steve, please, please- fuck, oh fuck that’s so good, please-“

Steve huffs out a laugh against his skin, breath hot, and teases his tongue in little circles, just barely dipped inside him, until Tony chokes out a desperate noise and his legs threaten to give out. No matter how much Tony begs, how much he pleads and arches and moans, Steve just keeps fucking going. Until Tony’s entire crack feels sloppy and wet, spit sliding all the way down to his balls and his poor neglected cock leaking against the sheets every time his hips jerk forward. Tony’s not sure when it happened but one of his knees is hitched up on the edge of the mattress, spreading him wide for Steve’s tongue, his arms wrapped up around his head as his every breath comes out a hitching whine.

Finally Steve pulls back, far enough that Tony can only barely feel his breath and Tony has to bite down a desperate moan that wants to burst out of him because he feels so cold, and empty, his oversensitive hole twitching and clenching in the cool air. “Still with me, baby?” Steve asks, voice rough and amused, fingers digging in a little harder along the bottom swell of Tony’s ass.

“Guh,” Tony chokes out, and decides to let himself believe that the sheets beneath his face are not soaked through with drool. “F-fuck, Steve,” he finally manages, lifting his head just a little only to immediatly drop it again with a low groan when Steve’s thumbs dig into his muscle.

“You wanna come like this?” Steve asks, then drags the pointed tip of his tongue over Tony’s hole as if Tony could possibly need the reminder of how amazing that feels. “Or do you wanna see what else I have planned for you?” Steve punctuates that question by pressing his tongue in deep, forcing a reedy moan out of Tony before he pulls back again to ask “what do you think sweetheart, you want more?”

“More,” Tony gasps and he doesn’t even have to think about it, he can’t get the feeling of Steve’s cock out of his mind and fuck yes he wants to feel more.

“Good answer,” Steve says and god, Tony can just hear his smirk, but before Tony can huff at him Steve is dropping a quick kiss to Tony’s wet hole and pulling away entirely. “Wiggle up and roll over for me,” he says, giving Tony’s ass a little shove and then laughing as Tony loose-limbed-flails his way up onto the bed.

Tony can’t even be offended, he’s sure he looks ridiculous but he really doesn’t care because he can feel his pulse everywhere, doubly so in his throbbing cock, and it’s so tempting to just grind himself down against the soft sheets until he comes. It wouldn't even take long, just a couple firm rolls of his hips and he’d be gone. Tony forces himself to flop over onto his back instead, sprawled out and panting.

“Look at you baby,” Steve says from somewhere off to the side, voice low and awed and it sends a shiver up Tony’s spine, has him whining softly as his cock twitches against his stomach. There’s the soft sound of something shifting and then Steve is crawling up onto the bed, lube in hand, and settling between Tony’s splayed legs.

“Fuck,” Tony breathes out because Steve is gloriously naked now, his cock thick and too long to even curve up, standing straight out from his body in a proud jut. Tony swallows hard, gut clenching.

“You look so damn gorgeous right now,” Steve continues, smirking wide like he knows exactly what the sight of him is doing to Tony. “All flushed an’ desperate for me, could just stare at you all night. So damn pretty.”

“Please don’t,” Tony whines, hips jerking up under Steve’s heavy gaze, “I might actually die if- fuck, if you don’t get me off in some spectacular fashion. Preferably soon.”

“I do like a challenge,” Steve says, then leans over Tony to grab one of the pillows from the head of the bed. Tony is nearly too boneless to help as Steve wiggles the pillow under his hips, and then all he can do is blush as it leaves him with his ass in the air and his legs splayed out, completely exposed to Steve’s dark stare.

“Honey,” Tony whines, “please just- oh-” He breaks off in a gasp as Steve presses close, head of his cock nudging up behind Tony’s balls and the thick shaft sliding over his clenching hole. “F-fuck, Steve-“

“I said I want to fuck you open, Tony, and I meant it,” Steve says, low and serious, rolls his hips back until the head of his cock just barely presses against Tony’s hole before pressing forward again. He waits until Tony’s gasping moan trails off to add “wanna make you feel every single inch of me. Wanna carve my way into you so deep you can’t ever get rid of me.” He thrusts against Tony again, watching Tony gasp from beneath his gorgeous eyelashes as he asks “you want that too, baby?”

And Tony has no words, none, it’s all he can do to remember to breathe as he flushes hot everywhere because fuck what an idea. An enticing, arousing, and frankly terrifying idea. Steve’s head tips to the side a little when Tony doesn’t answer, looking unfairly like an adorable puppy and a small part of Tony still can’t believe this is the same man who wants to split Tony open on his monster cock. What the fuck.

Apparently Tony is stuck in ‘stunned silence’ mode for too long because Steve leans down to nose along his throat, voice gentle as he says “you can tell me no, Tony. Whatever you want, we can do anything you want.” And Tony believes him, is the thing, even with the way Steve’s cock is twitching against him, fully believes that Steve would let him change his mind without a word of complaint, would do anything Tony wants.

“I want it,” Tony finally manages to gasp out, because he does, “I want that, want to feel you, fuck-“ He drags his hands up Steve’s back to his shoulder blades, feels the way they shift under Steve’s pale skin as he rolls his hips again, a little harder.

“You will,” Steve promises and bites his way along Tony’s collar bone. “You’re gonna feel me every time you move, everytime you breathe, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to leave this goddamn bed. Keep you right here, nice an’ open for me.”

“Holy fuck,” Tony groans, fingers digging into Steve’s shoulders and tugging at him shakily, “seriously, what- get the fuck up here and kiss me, you filthy little shit.” Steve is laughing as he obediently wiggles up, cock sliding up the crease of Tony’s hip until it presses wetly along Tony’s own leaking cock and then kisses him, deep and heady.

And fuck, Tony has been missing out on so much in his stupid attempts to hold himself back. Even just the way Steve kisses is enough to turn Tony to jelly, hungry and demanding and how the hell did Tony never notice he’s dating a certified freak. That’s the kind of thing he likes to know, so that he can properly appreciate it.

By the time Steve pulls back again Tony has gone full stupid, and all he can do is blink dumbly for a second before Steve’s cock twitches against him and Tony remembers oh right, he’s so worked up he can hardly breathe. “Please fuck me open on your monster cock,” Tony gasps out, and even just saying it sends another shiver through him but he’s really hoping that egging Steve on will force him to finally do something.

When Steve pulls back Tony still whines, because he’d been enjoying that kissing. And then he’s whining for an entirely different reason, gut clenching and heat flashing up his spine as Steve starts lubing himself up. Fuck, Tony’s ass already aches just looking at that thing and he can’t help another impatient noise that has Steve smirking wider.

Steve hooks one hand under Tony’s knee and pushes his leg up, uses the other to press the fat head of his cock against Tony, still slick with spit and quickly smeared with lube. “You ready, baby?” Steve asks, wicked grin on his face as he rubs his cock over Tony’s hole, letting it barely catch on the rim before sliding away again, “you want it?”

“Would you just-“ Tony tries to snap only to break off in a moan when Steve just barely presses inside him before sliding away again, just a teasing burn that has Tony’s legs shaking where one of them is wrapped around Steve’s hip, the other still pushed up towards his chest in Steve’s firm hold. “Steve, fuck-“

“Tell me you want it, Tony,” Steve says, voice deceptively soft considering he’s driving Tony insane and Tony couldn’t stop the whine that drags out of him if he tried.

“I- fuck, oh-“ Tony cuts himself off with another breathy noise as Steve’s cock presses hard against him again, forcing him open around the wide head and fuck Steve’s tongue was nothing compared to this. There’s already lighting shooting up Tony’s spine, every breath coming out as great gasping pants and there’s a small part of him convinced that this isn’t going to work, that he’s going to die. That doesn’t stop him from raising his arms up, stretching up until he can just barely reach the headboard and use that tiny bit of leverage to try and shove himself down against Steve as he gasps out “I want it, please- fuck I w-want it so bad- Steve!”

“Gorgeous,” Steve says, rolling his hips and smiling wide at Tony’s high groan as he presses in a little deeper. Tony makes another soft sound as Steve does it again and the head of his cock finally pops inside, then whines when Steve immediately switches to pulling back, teasing the ridged head against his rim until Tony has to choke down a wet sound. “God you look so good like this,” Steve sighs, finally pressing forward again, just a little bit, sliding in just a little bit deeper, “so fuckin’ pretty, like you don’t even know if you can take it but you want to anyways.”

“Oh- oh my god, fuck-“ Tony moans back because that’s basically the only thing going on in his head, his entire body shaking as fire races through every single nerve ending in his body. Every time Steve presses a little deeper it’s another sharp shock of bright, aching, burning pleasure, every time he withdraws it’s a mix of relief and terrible, echoing emptiness. It’s too much, it’s amazing, the constant back and forth melting every single thought in Tony’s brain and when his next breath comes out uncomfortably close to a sob he doesn’t even try to stop it. “Fuck, Steve-“

“You’re doin’ so good baby,” Steve says, voice finally gone a little shaky, “so perfect, feel so fuckin’ good, Tony, you’re so tight, openin’ up so perfect for me.” He pulls back nearly all the way, ignoring both Tony’s pathetic whine and his foot digging into Steve’s thigh in favor of just hovering there, head of his cock barely holding Tony open as he pours some more lube directly onto his cock, spreading it evenly before pushing back in again, just a little deeper than before. “About halfway there,” Steve says, and grins wickedly at Tony’s answering whine, “you’re so good, doin’ so perfect Tony. How you feelin’ baby? Feels good?”

“Good,” Tony groans out instantly, because god forbid Steve stop, “so good, fu-uck, oh!” Steve presses deeper, and then deeper, breaking Tony open with every roll of his hips in the most amazing way. Tony’s eyes finally squeeze closed and he can’t take it anymore, can’t take the sight of Steve, pale skin gorgeously flushed and glowing, golden hair falling into his face and barely a hint of blue left in his eyes as they drag over the length of Tony’s body. “Steve, Steve,” Tony whines, “god, you- it’s so much.”

“An’ you’re takin’ it so well,” Steve breathes out, shoving forward just a little harder and groaning when Tony gasps and jerks against him. “Wish you could see it, your pretty little hole all stretched out around me, squeezin’ me tight, takin’ me so perfect, you’re so gorgeous, Tony,” he says, just loud enough to be heard over Tony’s near constant moans.

Steve withdraws one more time to add more lube and then tosses the tube aside, thrusts back in and uses his newly freed hand to hook under Tony’s other knee, pushing it up to his chest as well. Tony keeps his eyes shut because the spreading, mind-melting heat inside him is threatening to push him over the edge all on its own and he can’t watch. Bad enough that Steve’s every breath comes out in a low grunt that goes straight to Tony’s cock.

“So close now, sweetheart,” Steve says, hitching Tony’s legs up a little higher, speeding up the rocking motion of his hips and pressing deeper, deeper. “You ready? You want it baby?”

“Yes, yes, please-“ Tony moans out and he’s given up on leverage, hands laying loose above his head and just waiting for anything Steve gives him, everything Steve gives him. Which is just, fuck, so much, and it forces a near scream out of him when Steve thrusts himself in that last little bit, still more than Tony expected, and Tony’s eyes snap open as he gasps out “o-oh, fuck. Steve.”

“There you are,” Steve coos, smiling even as his thin chest heaves with every breath, rocking his hips slightly and shifting his thick cock where it’s lodged deep inside Tony, forcing him to open up around it. “Can you feel me baby? Feel how deep I am, feel me up in your throat?”

Tony’s response is just a series of choked noises, toes curling and fingers tangling in the sheets, shudders racing up his spine constantly. He can’t breathe, can’t move a muscle for fear of splitting open at every seam, stuffed full and stretched wider than he’s ever been and it’s so fucking good, he can feel Steve’s cock twitch inside him and if Tony moves a muscle he is going to come and then he is going to break.

“Breathe, baby,” Steve says, rocking forward a little harder and Tony forces himself to draw in a great shaking breath, and then snaps like a rubber band. The air all rushes back out of him as a wailing moan and he writhes against the sheets, like he can’t decide if he wants to press closer or try to wiggle away and either way he’s caught in place by Steve’s giant cock spearing him open. “That’s right sweetheart,” Steve breathes out, thumbs stroking over the soft skin behind Tony’s knees, “so fuckin’ gorgeous Tony, so sweet for me.”

“Please,” Tony moans, rocking his hips up and then whimpering when Steve slides deeper, bright little burst of aching pleasure shooting up his spine, and he’s so close, so close to tumbling over that ledge. “Please, Steve, I can’t- I need, please-“

“Shh,” Steve shushes and when Tony pries his eyes open again it’s to the sight of Steve watching him through heavy lidded eyes, long lashes fanned across his cheeks and stealing what little breath Tony has left. “Just relax, sweetheart, I’m gonna take care of you,” He says, smirking a little wider when he notices Tony watching him back him. Then he pushes Tony’s knees up higher, nearly folds him half while Tony just groans weakly, and starts to withdraw. Slowly.

It’s like being turned inside out in the best possible way, all Tony is aware of is every single nerve ending that Steve’s cock drags over as he pulls out, leaves Tony achingly empty, until it’s just the very tip of his cock holding Tony open. Tony whines when he just pauses there for a second, unable to tear his gaze away from Steve’s gorgeous, smug little smirk. When Steve starts pressing back in, just as horribly slow, Tony moans the entire time because it burns, it’s like being broken open all over again and it’s amazing.

“Fuck,” Tony gasps as Steve’s hips settle against his ass again, blinking slow and a little dazed because holy shit he can’t feel his limbs. Or maybe that’s not right, maybe he just can’t feel anything other than the bright bursts and slow ache of pleasure spreading through his entire body. His next breath comes out right on the edge of a sob, choked and wet as Steve starts to withdraw again. “Oh, f-fuck-“

“Yeah, look at you,” Steve groans, his pace speeding up only ever so slightly as he pulls out and then pushes in, in, in. “Barely even know what to do with yourself. ‘S that more than you can stand, baby? Or d’you want me to fuck you for real?”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Tony moans out instantly, instinctually, because oh holy shit that’s right there’s more and he has completely lost control over his mouth as he gasps out “god, Steve, please, please honey I need you-“

“Then breathe, Tony,” Steve growls and shoves Tony’s knees nearly to his chest when he tries to arch up, tries to force Steve to move faster. Tony sucks in an obedient breath, entire body trembling, and Steve rewards him by snapping his hips forward hard, forcing Tony open and punching a loud groan from his chest.

Tony can only nod, dragging in breath after whining breath as Steve rocks his hips a little faster, out and then in, out and then in. Tony is melting, another wave of heat spreading through him every time Steve’s cock slowly pushes back into him, spreading him wide and pressing so fucking deep.

“There you go, you feel that baby? How fuckin’ easy you take me?” Steve asks, stroking his hands up the back of Tony’s thighs as he picks up his rhythm enough to have Tony moaning helplessly on every steady thrust. “Loosenin’ up so good for me, you’re so fuckin’ perfect Tony, knew you would be,” he continues on an almost dreamy sigh, then digs his fingers into Tony’s inner thighs hard and says “‘m gonna fuck you hard now, baby. Gonna break you open, take you apart. You ready for that?”

Fuck, Tony can’t imagine more, feels like he’s already shattering apart into warm shards of pleasure with every roll of Steve’s hips, but he nods dumbly because if there is more than fuck yes he wants it. Steve’s next thrust lives up to his promise, slamming into him hard, all the way in one smooth slide that has Tony screaming, head snapping back while stars burst behind his eyelids and sparks fly across his skin. And then Steve doesn’t stop, slams into him again and again in a brutal rhythm that knocks every single thought right out of Tony’s head, using his full body weight to hold Tony curled down around himself as he fucks down into him. And still, Steve keeps fucking talking.

“Does that feel good, baby?” He demands, like Tony could possibly have the breath or the brainpower to answer that right now, like Tony’s constant stream of moans isn’t answer enough. “You want it harder? Want me to make you feel it for a week? Feel me every time you breathe?”

The words register dimly, every one of them just another fission of heat down Tony’s spine, settling heavy in his gut, winding him tighter and tighter until Tony doesn’t know how he hasn’t already snapped. Until he can feel his orgasm building in his eyes and everything is too much and not enough all at once, every inch of him filled with agonizing pleasure, right at the edge and unable to fall and his next breath comes out a sobbing, desperate moan and Steve falters a little before Tony’s needy whine urges him on again.

“‘S that a good thing? You good, baby?” Steve asks, finally sounding breathless, hips slamming against Tony’s ass in time with Tony’s wet groans and when Tony just nods weakly he huffs. Then he smirks, wicked enough that it forces a sob out of Tony all on it’s own, before leaning back enough that’s it’s just the head of his cock fucking in and out of him, not nearly enough. “Go on Tony,” he insists in a low voice, smirk widening and his eyes dark, “tell me how it feels, tell me what you’re feelin’ sweetheart.”

Tony just gapes at him for a minute, mouth already hanging open around non-stop moans, because Steve wants him to use words right now?! Tony is pretty sure he’s drooling, a little bit, his eyes wet and his cock leaking constantly against his own stomach and Steve wants him to use words?! It’s obvious Steve isn’t going to give in though, keeps his thrusts infuriatingly shallow until Tony gathers all the brain power he possibly can and finally manages to keen out “Steve-“

“Damn straight, you feel me,” Steve growls and slams back into him, grinding in deep before resuming his fast and hard rhythm. He finally shifts one of his hands from Tony’s thigh, instead circling the base of Tony’s dick with his clever fingers and oh, oh that’s too much, too much and perfect and Tony can’t believe he didn’t think of that himself, entire body clenching up tight and Steve feels so fucking huge inside him. “God- fuck that’s so good,” Steve groans, thrusts going uncoordinated as he fucks into Tony harder, fucks the air straight out of his lungs. “Now come for me Tony,” he demands, dragging his fingers up Tony’s cock in one smooth pull and grinding in deep.

Tony comes so hard he sees the big fucking bang, lights and colors and goddamn sounds bursting behind his eyelids as he writhes in Steve’s hold, forces Steve to shove him back down or risk being knocked away. And apparently the orgasm loosens his tongue, because with every electric wave of pleasure that rushes though him Tony moans and sobs out and string of “oh, o-oh fuck, Steve, Steve-“

And Steve just fucks him through it, drives himself into Tony’s clenching body until Tony is reduced to breathy gasps, his chest hitching and streaked in his own come. “God that’s pretty, such a fuckin’ sight, knew you’d be so gorgeous, fuck- Tony-“ And then Steve presses into him, deep, so deep, and comes with a drawn out moan, thick cock twitching and pulsing and sending an all new shock of pleasure through Tony’s overwhelmed system.

Tony isn’t sure how long they stay like that, frozen except for the way they’re panting for breath, but all too soon Steve is pulling away, pulling out entirely and petting at Tony’s thigh when he lets out a pitiful, sniffling whine. Steve tugs the pillow out from beneath him and Tony makes another sound he’s not proud of as he’s finally allowed to sprawl out flat again. He opens his mouth, probably to say something along the lines of ‘holy shit’ again, because that hasn’t been said enough, when Steve beats him to it.

“So perfect, you’re so damn perfect Tony,” he breathes out, leaning in over Tony again and using one hand to brush the sweat-slicked hair off of Tony’s forehead. He leans down enough to drop a sweet kiss to Tony’s slack lips before disappearing from view again and Tony feels the bed shift as Steve moves away, apparently still full of energy somehow.

Tony is left sprawled out and staring blankly at the ceiling, every single inch of him aching deliciously, feeling fucked open and used and still a little confused, honestly. “Holy shit,” he whispers to the ceiling, blinking slowly and he probably shouldn’t be so turned on still, shouldn’t be getting more turned on by the fact that he feels hollowed out, sloppy and loose and oh god his stomach is still a mess of arousal and what is happening?

It forces a groan out of him when Steve hops back onto the bed, shifting Tony’s poor abused body, but he’s immediatly appeased when Steve leans in to kiss him, slow and sweet. Steve has apparently fetched a washcloth, what with his having full feeling in his legs, because he uses it to start gently wiping at Tony’s chest between deep, lingering kisses. Tony is trying really hard to ignore his cock’s attempts to make a comeback as Steve’s attention trails down his stomach, tries to swallow down the needy groan that wants to rise in his throat.

Steve thoroughly ruins that when he drags the washcloth down the crease of Tony’s thigh, breath warm against Tony’s lips when he asks “You leakin’ me yet, baby?” Steve just smirks as Tony jerks and groans, cock twitching and yep, look at that, he’s half hard and Steve is some kind of wizard. “Bet you are,” Steve continues, as if he isn’t giving Tony a crisis over here, “fucked you open so wide, bet I could still slide back in so easy.”

“Steve, what the fuck-“ Tony groans, hips twitching as his cock gives another near-painful throb. Steve lets the washcloth brush over his cock as he pulls it away and Tony doesn’t even try to contain his pitiful whine that escapes him. “How are you even- are you trying to kill me?”

“Does that mean you’re not ready for round two?” Steve asks, innocent smile in place again as he tosses the washcloth away and trails his fingers down Tony’s chest but oh, Tony is not falling for that face again, he is not fooled.

“You are a danger, a true menace to society,” Tony tells him seriously, finally convinces his arms to move so he can cup Steve’s lying little face in his hands and pull in him for another kiss. There’s no denying the fact that Tony’s cock is twitching back to life against his thigh, knot in his stomach twisting up again every time Steve’s fingers brush over his skin and finally Tony drops his head back against the bed with a groan. “I mean I’m like half dead and I think I pulled something but yeah, do your worst you freaky little fuck.”

Steve’s smile immediately goes wicked again, and Tony points a finger at him, fully prepared to semi-seriously accuse him of being possessed, but Steve cuts him off by wedging both hands under Tony’s back and flipping him onto his side with one great heave and then manhandling Tony over onto his front. It’s less graceful than it could be, considering Tony is still mostly just a useless pile of limbs, but soon enough he’s sprawled out, another pillow propping up his chest and shoulders enough to let him breathe and Tony isn’t even sure where it came from but he’s not complaining.

“What the fuck,” Tony says again, because the question hasn’t been put out there quite enough yet, and Steve is laughing quietly as he shoves Tony’s legs together and straddles his upper thighs. Tony crosses his arms under his head, turns enough that he can look up at Steve over his shoulder as he says “no I’m serious, you- oh- oh fuck-“

“What was that sweetheart?” Steve asks and Tony can hear his evil little smirk, but Tony is too busy groaning wordlessly to call him on it as Steve’s fingers dig into his asscheeks again, spreading him open. “Oh, Tony,” he sighs, presses Tony’s cheeks together before spreading them wide again and Tony gasps as he feels come and lube start sliding down his crack, “so fuckin’ gorgeous, can’t wait to draw you like this, all fucked out and tired, wet an’ open an’ still aching for it.” He slides his hands inwards, until his thumbs just barely press against the edges of Tony’s sore hole, and then when Tony tries to arch up into it he presses a little harder and asks “wanna know what you look like baby?”

“God no,” Tony groans, clenching his teeth and whining when Steve’s continues to just barely tease him open, and then finally manages to add “I still can’t believe I’m not dead.” Steve’s soft laugh sends another bolt of heat down Tony’s spine, settles low in his gut and makes his half-hard cock twitch, pushes another pitiful moan out of Tony’s chest that only gets louder as both of Steve’s thumbs press into him with a glorious, burning pressure.

“You’re fine, Tony,” Steve shushes him, still laughing a little as he spreads his fingers, prying him open and adding “you’re perfect. Can’t even believe how perfect you are. An’ so damn pretty, fuck.” He just moves with it as Tony tries to arch up against him again, laughs when Tony whines at the feel of Steve’s cock shifting up along his crack. “What’s your hurry, baby? You feel empty without me?” Steve asks, smirking again as he presses just a little closer and the head of his cock nudges against Tony’s stretched rim.

Tony can only groan in frustration because he does, feels broken open and hollowed out and he’s burning and Steve is so close. “Steve,” he whines, tries to arch up again and shivers all over when the head barely presses into him, kicking the low simmer in Tony’s core into high fucking gear. Tony’s cock is quickly filing up again, trapped between his stomach and the sheets, every inch of him still tingly with oversensitivity, and it leaves him gasping out “god- fuck- Steve, please, I-“

“I know what you need, sweetheart,” Steve says, voice deceptively gentle considering he chooses that moment to start pressing his way into Tony’s body again. And fuck it hasn’t even been that long but it still burns as Steve sinks into him again, one smooth slide that forces all the air out of Tony’s lungs in a keening groan.

As soon as Steve’s hips press up against his ass he starts withdrawing again, and Tony doesn’t try to stop the sob that drags out of him. “Steve, oh my god-“ Tony has to pause and let out a strangled moan as Steve slides all the way free only to immediatly thrust back in, all the way, so fucking deep, and finally he manages to whine out “oh, fuck, honey- that, ah, t-that feels so good.”

“You feel good,” Steve groans back, hands still tight on Tony’s ass as he speeds up his thrusts, cock shoving in deep and all Tony can do is try to arch up into each one, let the force of them shift him against the mattress. “God, you’re so- so fuckin’ amazing Tony,” Steve continues and when Tony forces his eyes open, not even sure when they closed, it’s to the sight of Steve watching avidly as he fucks into Tony over and over, eyes dark and face flushed. That alone has Tony’s gut clenching hard, another weak sob escaping him even as Steve groans out “openin’ up so perfect, like you were made for me, made to take my cock an’ wrap around me so tight.”

“Steve,” Tony moans again, because that’s about the only word he knows anymore, just Steve Steve Steve. Every thrust drives Steve’s giant cock back into him and every time it feels impossibly huge, filling up everywhere inside him until Tony doesn’t know anything but Steve and the aching pleasure of his own cock dragging against the sheets. When Steve glances up, meets his eyes, Tony’s entire body tightens up and his breath hitches in his chest.

“Look at you, baby,” Steve breathes out, hips snapping forward a little harder, a littler faster, “wish you could see how fuckin’ pretty you look right now, how gorgeous you take it.” His fingers dig into Tony’s ass a little harder and then his gaze flicks up, to something just over Tony’s shoulder, and a wicked smile spreads across his face even as he pants for breath. “You wanna hand me that, sweetheart? From the nightstand?” He asks, jerking his chin up a little, and then slows his thrusts until Tony groans in frustration.

There’s a digital camera sitting on Steve’s nightstand. It’s an older model, probably barely has video recording, and a hot flush runs though Tony’s entire body because oh, that is an idea. Still, Tony had kind of promised himself no more leaked sex tapes after his early twenties, and yeah he trusts Steve, but he’s trusted the wrong people before. His hesitation must show on his face, despite the way his fingers are already twitching towards the nightstand, because Steve’s hands on him gentle slightly, thumbs stroking over Tony’s skin.

“You don’ have to,” he says quickly, thrusts still slow and steady and mind-melting, “but I promise I won’t get your face, an’ you can take the fuckin’ thing with you if you want. I just-“ he pauses again, drives himself into Tony a little harder, drags in a ragged breath and then says “just want you to see this, want you to see how perfect you are. How gorgeous you look all stretched around me.”

Tony’s face is burning, gut twisted up tight and every slow roll of Steve’s hips just drives him higher. Steve is clearly waiting for some kind of an answer, keeps his thrusts slow even as Tony tries desperately to arch up against him, chokes out a couple more wet pleading sounds. And the thing is Tony wants it, still a little bit can’t believe he can take it and yeah he kind of wants to see that for himself, wants it so bad he suddenly can’t think of any reason not to.

“Okay,” Tony says around another jagged moan, nodding dazedly as he reaches out a shaking hand. He has to actually wiggle himself free of Steve’s cock before he can reach the nightstand, whining pitifully, pushing himself up just a little until he can finally hook one finger through the loop of the camera. “There, happy?” Tony grumbles, collapsing down flat again, dropping the camera so he can bury his burning face in his arms. “You’re a kinky fuck, you know that,” Tony can’t help adding breathlessly, shaking with anticipation and overstimulation and a million other things as Steve shifts up against him again, “can’t believe you’ve been hiding this all this time. Under your nice boy face.”

“Maybe you just never asked,” Steve says reasonably, and Tony is dimly aware of the click of old camera buttons but it’s incredibly unimportant compared to Steve’s cock pressing against him, teasingly light against his hole. Tony presses his face harder into the sheets to try and smother his needy moan, arching his back as sharply as he can and god Tony can feel the way he’s trying to clench around the head of Steve’s cock, trying to pull him back inside. “There you are, baby, need it so bad, don’t ya?” Steve asks, voice low, “now open up for me sweetheart.”

“Fuck,” Tony gasps as Steve sinks into him again, wet and easy, still so overwhelming and aching and fantastic. Steve’s come is still leaking out of him with every thrust, sliding all the way down to Tony’s balls and fuck the feeling of it has Tony shaking, only gets worse when Steve pulls all the way out before pressing back into him. Steve continues like that until Tony can’t take it, until he’s moaning and whining and sobbing into his folded arms and he finally manages to choke out “please, please just- god, just fuck me, Steve-“

Steve laughs softly and then thrusts in hard, grinding in deep for a second before restarting his pace of quick, brutal snaps of his hips that force his cock in deep and it has Tony wailing, trying to push himself back into it even as he’s shoved back and forth against the mattress. Tony’s orgasm is building hot and fierce in his gut, spreading up his spine and through his entire body with every drag of his pinned cock against the sheets, every drag of Steve thick and insistent inside him.

Steve has gone suspiciously silent, even as he continues fucking Tony with deep shoves of his hips, only letting out the occasional gasp or breathy groan. When Tony dares to crane his head around to look over his shoulder again it’s to find that Steve’s eyes are fixed avidly on the screen of the camera, held just above his navel and pointed down at where he’s working himself in and out, in and out, in and out of Tony’s body.

He looks up, almost like he can sense Tony watching, and Steve’s grin is a little bit goofy and a whole lot unfairly sexy. “Want to see it baby?” He asks, voice low and rough and sending hot shivers all up and down Tony’s spine, “want to see how perfect you are, how perfect you open up for me?”

Tony can only manage a shaky nod, another whine escaping him, and then Steve is leaning down across his back. Steve plants one bony elbow in the mattress next to Tony’s shoulder and his thrusts go short and deep, forcing a guttural groan out of Tony’s chest as he presses deeper. There’s the soft click of Steve hitting a few buttons on the camera with his free hand, and then he rests his chin on Tony’s shoulder and holds it down so Tony can see the screen.

“F-fuck,” Tony can’t help gasping at the sight of his own hole, swollen and loose and leaking come, and he clenches up instuctially only to groan when it makes Steve feel impossibly bigger inside him. Tony’s breath rushes out of him entirely as he watches Steve’s cock start pressing into him, watches the way his own body spreads almost eagerly and a shudder wracks through Tony’s entire body because holy fuck seeing it with his own eyes really drives home just how huge Steve’s monster cock is, how wide Tony has to spread to let him in, the way Steve’s come leaks out of him as he presses in deeper.

“Yeah,” Steve groans, “fuckin’ gorgeous, aren’t ya? So perfect, feel so fuckin’ good when you clench up around me just- like- that-“ Steve punctuates the last couple words by slamming his hips into Tony’s ass, cock pressing in so deep that every thrust knocks a loud moan out of Tony’s chest.

“Steve, Steve-“ Tony gasps out and he’s not even sure if he’s trying to beg or just wants to say it, needs some kind of release from the inescapable pressure building inside him. With every deep thrust he clenches up a little harder around Steve’s thick cock, until Steve is mostly just grinding into him, pressing deep, deep, and Tony is seconds away from coming with just the friction of the sheets against his cock and Steve moving huge inside him, making a home for himself under Tony’s skin and breathing hot against Tony’s shoulder. “Fuck,” Tony moans, squeezing his eyes shut and he’s so close, every inch of him on fire, “god, Steve- ugh-“

Tony cuts off with a startled grunt as two of Steve’s fingers shove between his lips, deep enough that they barely tickle the back of his throat, calloused fingertips pressing down hard against his tongue and Tony's next moan comes out extra wet. “Open your eyes, Tony,” Steve says, low and rough and right against his skin, and Tony whines even as he pries his eyes open again.

The noise that bursts out of Tony might be embarrassing, if he could focus on anything but the fact that he’s burning alive because the camera is right there in front of his face, Steve’s fingers hooked in his mouth pinning him in place and all Tony can do is watch as on the video Steve’s massive cock sinks into his stretched hole. Over and over and over again, splitting him open wide in a slow, deep rhythm thats a complete opposite to the way Steve is currently fucking into him in short, brutal strokes. Tony’s every breath comes out wet and choked, knocked out of him with every rough shove of Steve’s hips, every press of Steve’s cock so goddamn deep inside him. All Tony can manage is a couple muffled groans and whines, drool sliding down his chin as Steve’s fingers press deeper into his mouth, stroking over his tongue before a third finger joins the rest, prying his mouth open wide as Tony moans and sobs.

Steve’s breath is hot on the curve of Tony’s neck as he says “look, baby, keep watching. Look how perfect you are, look how much you love it.” Tony’s entire body has been reduced to constant sparks of pleasure, every muscle pulled tight enough to snap, and he chokes as Steve’s fingers press deeper into his throat. “That’s right sweetheart, so damn pretty when you’re right at the edge, clench up so tight for me. Now let me feel you fall apart on my cock, let me have it,” Steve drags his lips over the curve of Tony’s shoulder, leaving a line of sharp bites in his wake, and then growls “now, Tony.”

If Tony had the breath he’d be screaming, instead all he can do is let out a high, breathless whine as he finally, finally hits the breaking point. It’s like he’s dying, wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rushing through him, so sharp it almost hurts. It leaves him thrashing and writhing, working his tongue against Steve’s fingers as Steve just fucks him through it, driving him higher and higher until Tony finally comes with a hurt sound, deep in his chest, spilling against the sheets and his own stomach as his cock throbs over and over until he thinks it’ll never end.

Tony’s pretty sure he actually blacks out a little bit, just for a second there, drifts back to awareness slowly with his entire body tingly and only dimly aware of the wet, choked moans spilling out of his mouth as Steve continues fucking into him. Steve has finally let the camera fall away, both hands braced on Tony’s shoulders, throwing his entire weight into it as he slams into Tony again and again and again. “Ste-eve,” Tony whines out, voice slurred and still twitching as every deep press of Steve’s cock inside him sends another spark of pleasure-pain up his spine, his own cock aching as Steve presses him down into the soaked sheets.

“Fuck, Tony,” Steve groans and his breath hitches in his chest, fingers digging into Tony’s skin, hips jerking forward as he presses himself in as deep as he can get and then just grinds there while Tony moans and shakes, inner muscles fluttering and clenching around Steve’s cock. “So good baby, so prefect, so- oh, fuck-“ Steve’s words trail off into a long moan, cock throbbing as he comes.

Tony gasps again, clawing at the sheets because fuck he can feel that, feel every pulse as Steve fills him up again, slick and filthy and when he grinds against Tony the sound it makes is sloppy and obscene, has Tony whining and gritting his teeth as his cock tries to give another impossible twitch.

When Steve collapses down across his back Tony gives the requisite grumble of complaint, but Steve isn’t actually that heavy, and it’s actually kind of nice to have his steady weight spread across him, helps keep Tony grounded as he tries to catch his breath. It also takes an embarrassingly long time for Tony to realize that the ringing sound he keeps hearing is not in fact all in his head. It’s his phone, still in the pocket of his pants, laying abandoned near the headboard where Steve must have tossed them.

The ringing stops, only to immediately start up again, and Tony finally works up the energy to whine out “make it stop. Kill it with fire.” The words come out muffled, his face still smashed into the wet sheets, but Steve must hear him anyways because he lets out a soft huff of laughter.

“It’s your phone,” Steve points out, voice rough and lips moving against Tony’s skin as he speaks, sending another rush of shivers down Tony’s spine to settle warm in his gut and oh god, he might actually die like this.

He tries to ignore the ringing in favor of just soaking up the feeling of Steve warm against him, still buried inside him, but after the fourth time it starts ringing Tony finally lets out an annoyed groan and starts blindly reaching out in the direction of the sound. He managed to hook his fingers into the denim, and finally lifts his head again as he starts dragging the jeans closer. It takes a bit of fumbling to actually dig out his phone, fingers still stupid and sluggish, and he is one hundred percent planning on just turning the damn thing off before he sees the name on the video call request.

Steve must be watching over his shoulder, because he makes a stuttered noise of protest, but it’s too late because Tony is already hitting the ‘answer call’ button and saying “Rhodey. I just had a religious experience.”

Rhodey’s expression on the screen goes from surprised to scandalized to resigned so fast that Tony can’t help a soft laugh, and in the little corner screen he can see the way Steve drops his head to hide his suddenly red face in Tony’s shoulder. And damn, yeah, looking at himself Tony can admit that he looks wrecked, face flushed and hair a mess, and there’s really no way he looks anything other than fresh fucked.

”Hello Tony,” Rhodey says with a sigh, in the long suffering tone of a best friend who has already seen way, way to much to be surprised anymore, “I thought we had a long talk about how normal people don’t answer the phone in the middle of sex.”

“Shows what you know, we’re already done,” Tony says smugly, and tries really hard to ignore the way his stomach gives a little dip when Steve makes a soft, considering noise, like maybe they’re not. “You’re the one who kept calling, what was I supposed to do, not answer the call of my platypus?” Tony asks with a wide grin, forcibly dragging his mind back to the conversation and away from that fact that he might actually die, and what a way to go.

“Yes, for the record, that is exactly what I want you to do,” Rhodey says flatly, then his eyes shift over Tony’s shoulder and he raises one eyebrow, nodding a little as he says “Rogers.”

It’s only then that Tony belatedly remembers oh right, they’ve only met maybe twice, and Steve is still in that phase where he’s mildly terrified of Rhodey. It’s adorable. It also means that Steve is probably not prepared for full ‘Tony and Rhodey’s No Boundaries Experience,’ although in Tony’s defense, he knows for a fact that he’d warned Steve on several occasions. Not his fault if Steve didn’t believe the severity of the situation.

“Hey, uh- nice to see you again,” Steve finally says, red little face tipping up just enough to look at the phone again and that is not fair, how is he so adorable even with his half-hard cock still buried deep inside Tony? Looking all sweet and innocent, like he’s not a filthy, well-hung freak? But oh, Tony is not fooled anymore. Tony knows.

Rhodey gives Steve another nod, and he’s trying to hide the fact that he’s amused but Tony sees right through him too, then turns his attention back to Tony and says “I’m hanging up on you now. I don’t even remember what I needed but I know it wasn’t to get up close and personal with your sex life again. I thought we left that behind when we graduated.”

“It’s like you don’t even want to hear about my religious experience!” Tony protests with a laugh and then has to bite down a noise that tries to rise in his chest when it causes him to clench up and Steve’s cock gives a dangerous throb. Still, Tony isn’t going to let a little thing like that rob him of the opportunity to annoy two of his favorite people all in one go, so Tony says “I saw the face of god and it’s Steve Rogers.”

“Tony!” Steve protests, face scrunching up the way it does when he’s torn between being embarrassed and smugly flattered.

“Please keep your newfound religion to yourself,” Rhodey says, but he’s smirking and distinctly not hanging up. Because if there’s one thing Rhodey loves more than hanging up on Tony for totally valid reasons, it’s putting anyone new Tony starts dating through the ‘friend approval’ gauntlet.

“No you don’t understand, I have been ruined for all other dick. I am a ruined man,” Tony continues brightly while Steve makes more protesting noises into his shoulder and Rhodey sings loud and off-key to try and drown him out. Tony is nearly shouting by the time he finishes with “listen, no listen! Rhodey listen, that thing is a club, it nearly broke me! I haven’t tried to stand yet but I legitimately don’t know if I can!”

“Stop,” Steve groans, pressing his face down into Tony’s shoulder again.

“This from the man who claimed he was going to hang my ass on the mantle!” Tony says, because he has not forgotten about that, thank you very much. He’s going to be hearing that promise in his dreams and he’s still torn between hoping to god that Steve doesn’t actually do that, and really kind of hoping that he does.

Steve groans louder while Rhodey sputters, and Tony laughs right up until he remembers why that’s a bad idea, can’t quite contain the whine that works its way up his throat. “I’m still gonna,” Steve mutters, just loud enough for Tony to hear him, nipping slightly at Tony’s skin, “gonna do you up in watercolor.”

“Yeah, I’ll call back later,” Rhodey says and apparently he heard that too, whoops, “Tony, good luck with... all of that. Rogers, try to keep him out of trouble.”

“Hmm, no,” Steve says, all warm and fond as he noses at the base of Tony’s skull, and Rhodey raises an eyebrow that means he’s secretly impressed. Score one of Tony’s new boyfriend.

“I still love you the most sour patch!” Tony says happily, lifting his other hand enough to wiggle his fingers in an lethargic wave.

“Where does that put me?” Steve asks, and unless Tony is very much mistaken there’s a hint of a growl creeping into his voice. Like he’s trying not to get all possessive right now, and isn’t Tony just learning all sorts of fun new things today.

“Eh, you’re somewhere in the top twenty,” Tony says flippantly, and then lets out a squawk that’s half delight and have actual surprise as Steve bites the back of his neck hard. “Ah, help, I’m under attack!”

“You deserve it,” Rhodey says flatly, still not hanging up, and Steve lets out soft huff of laughter against Tony’s neck before pulling away.

“If you don’t want to be attacked, then stop being a brat,” Steve says matter of factly and drops a light kiss to the skin he’d just had his teeth in.

“You can’t tell me what to do,” Tony whines obnoxiously, wide grin on his face, kicking his feet up so his heels knock against Steve’s back, “you’re not my daddy.” Tony is kind of aiming for Steve to bite him again, and then maybe Rhodey will actually hang up on them, and he and Steve can do some more making out. Maybe even figure out if they can defy the laws of nature and logic and go for a third round.

That is, sort of, what Tony gets, Steve’s teeth sinking into his neck again, harder. He also gets Steve’s cock giving a hard twitch inside him, Steve’s hips snapping forward hard and forcing a stuttering gasp out of Tony’s chest. He also gets Steve’s voice, low and fierce against the back of his neck as he growls out “you wanna fuckin’ bet.”

“Hnng,” Tony says intelligibly, because oh hello then. He barely has the brain power to thumb at the ‘end call’ button and toss his phone as far away as possible, he does have some concept of bounderies after all, and he’s only dimly aware of the dull thud of it hitting the ground. He’s far too busy dropping his head to the sheets again and groaning out “god, fuck- yes, try and prove it to me, daddy.”

Apparently Tony had not actually hung up before throwing his phone, because he barely hears Rhodey’s tiny voice shout ‘oh god my ears’ before the line actually goes dead. Tony has way better things to think about, though, like Steve’s lips moving across his neck, hips rolling against him, quickly filling cock spreading Tony wide again.

“Holy fuck,” Tony gasps, clawing at the sheets with fingers that are still shaking, “god- I take it back you’re definitely in the top five.”

“Wow, that’s a big jump, and here I’ve barely gotten started,” Steve says with a soft laugh, and then bites him again.

[peantbutter-honeycombs]

The Hollowing Series: Part I

Title: Prelude

Word count: 2,980

Characters: The 11th Doctor, Amy Pond, ocs

Warnings: Platonic fic not romantic. Crappy writing?

Notes: So three? I want to say three years ago this idea came to mind. Well not this one. But I worked off that idea and came to this. I like the idea of the Doctor being around children. They’re just so innocent. But then I though what the hell let’s torture 11 and the kids and this was born. I’ll explain more later but for now Spoilers. I reall have worked hard on this it’s my first Doctor Who fic. It’s been in my head and notes for years so please be kind and enjoy. I’m going to try, try to break this in to only 4 parts. But hey I’m a detailed writer.

Special Thanks to my college buddy B, @mirkwoodshewolf, and @underskaro​ for tolerating my ramblish rants and beta reading the chapter.

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Down the road aways, pushed against the hills, stood a cobblestone farm style home. The front lawn was messy, jagged and uncut. From the muddy earth sprang up wildflowers and weeds, northern marches, poppies, and heathers. It was all very wild. The pedestal of a concrete birdbath was cracked and lopsided, with vines wrapping around the very base.

A trike was tangled, hidden in the tall overgrown grass. It felt out of place among the weedy garden. The bike in contrast to the exterior of the old homestead must have been brand new. Green and black, the trike was just brilliant enough to be noticeable through the thrush.

Visible from the left lower window appeared a boy, no older than 14 but no younger than 12. He reached out toward the edges of the frame, grasping at the sangria red fabric. In one swift motion, he drew the curtains closed.

“There,” the boy said, standing back to admire his work.

The four windows of the well-sized sitting room. The warm golden light that once flooded through the glass panes, faded, leaving room to feel somewhat dark and empty.

Stepping backward, the young teen collapsed over an armrest onto a sofa. The sofa’s cushions sank under the weight of him, creating a spot perfectly tailored to the shape of his body. The sofa had seen better days. The brown leather fabric was worn, torn in some places and had a great dark stain on the Center cushion that the boy couldn’t remember ever not existing.

Dragging his legs over the armrest, he moved himself so he was in a sitting position. He stretched his right hand out, leaning his body so he could reach a drawing book on the right end table. The silence of the sitting room hugged him like a security blanket, his muscles became jello, all the stress of the day just melted off him. Being the man of the house was hard.

He became lost in his own world. He didn’t utter a word for the next fifteen minutes and barely moved from his spot for a full thirty minutes. His left hand carefully looped and curved over the blank sheet of paper, no longer blank. Every now and again he’d spin his pencil around in his fingers in deep thought, or wildly erase a thoughtless mistake. He hummed along to the song blasting through his one right earbud (the one thing he’d moved to retrieve.) nodding his head in time with the 60’s melody.

The sound of creaking floorboards overhead pressed through his exposed ear, carrying him back to reality. He could hear gentle feet beating against the wood. They were almost unnoticeable over the music. Almost.

There was a lull in the footsteps, creating silence.

They must be at the stairs, he thought, beginning to set his drawing tools away.

They always stopped at the top of the stairs and the base. The stairs of the old farmhouse were criminally steep, with each weirdly a different height than the last. They were enough to give anyone unfamiliar with them a headache. If his mother had gotten them carpeted, maybe the stairs wouldn’t have been so nauseating, but she’d wanted to preserve the house’s history as best she could.

Thump, thump, thump.

He could just imagine the little human, the footsteps belonged to crawling down the stairs. Moving down them one by one, on their knees. Sort of in a reverse way of the puppy conquering the stairs in Lady and the Tramp.

“No, go away,” he called, pressing a pencil down into its colouring box. When there was quiet he looked over his shoulder, everything from the waist down just sitting there on the steps. The figure's upper body was obstructed from his view.

“I was kidding, you can come down.” He turned back to his tidying. He heard the little feet happily stomp about, then thump, thump, thump.

Focused on organising his things, he looked up only when noticing the pair of dust stained white socks out of the corner of his eye. He blinked, somewhat irritatedly, staring at the little girl who now stood across from him.

With a great sigh, he said.

“You’re really annoying sometimes, you know that?”

A child no older than four stood before him. Her brown eyes, earthy hues of the soil after rain or bark on a walnut tree. They gave him a look that was of youthful innocence. Bright auburn hair reached down to the middle of her back, slightly covering the sides of her cheeks. Her pale skin was dotted and marked with a surplus of freckles — Sophia.

Sophia frowned, taking a step back. This made the older boy quietly snicker.

He smiles in a reassuring manner, “Hello, Soph-a-loaf.” He teased goofily pronouncing her name. The slightest smile tugged at the corners of the ginger's lips. He brought Sophia onto his lap, letting her sit on his thighs. “What’s up ducky?” He asked, brushing some of her hair back behind her ear. Sophia scrunches her mouth to one side, making a few murmuring noises. “Oh really? Sounds like you’ve had a day.”

Sophia nods. She rests her head on Oliver’s stomach, looking up at him with her sweet doe eyes.

“What?”

Her eyes darted off toward the window.

“No. No.” Oliver shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. Sophia tilted her head to one side, training her attention on Oliver’s. “Seriously the park now?” Oliver whined, backing into the cushion.

He reaches for a throw pillow and covers his face with it.

“I’m sleeping,” he murmurs from behind the fabric. Sophia fusses lightly, pressing at his stomach. Oliver grunted, but kept the pillow pressed against his face. “I’m dead,” he tried.

This time Sophia head butted him in the gut. Oliver pulled a face, bringing the pillow down.

“Bleh!” He mocked, tongue lolled out of his mouth. Sophia squeaks, swatting her palm against Oliver’s arm. “Hey, we don’t hit. Sophia, I don’t want to go to the park.” Oliver said leaning down so his forehead was against hers. Sophia kindly taps her temple against his. Oliver chuckles softly, giving her forehead a sweet peck. “Sophey Tophie.”

He lifts Sophia off his lap, setting her on the floor in front of him.

“I suppose… it would be nice to get out of the house.” His eye drifted to a calendar on the interior sidewall of the sitting room. He couldn’t remember when he circled that day. Sophia excitedly bounces up and down. “What are you a rabbit?” The little ginger doesn’t respond, bouncing her way to the front door.

Oliver rolls his eyes. Upon realisation, he sprang up from the sofa.

“Sophia, you need a coat!”

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The two children squinted against the hazy Yorkshire rain. The rain was cool against their exposed skin. It felt nice, refreshing even. It ran through their hair, smoothing out Sophia’s auburn waves, mopping Oliver’s ash brown locks. It plastered small individual strands to each of their faces.

Oliver chatted away as they went down the muddy, winding path. Chatting isn't quite the right word as Sophia never spoke. It had only taken him two minutes to go off on a tangent about something or other.

Sophia, only kind of sort of listening, pedaling her hand-me-down trike. His voice disappeared into the white noise, allowing her to quietly enjoy the English landscape.

The countryside stretched and weaved as far as the eye could see. Rustic English cottages and cobblestone farm houses dotted the grassy hills. The land gently rolled up and down the valley, merging with the uneven, mist filled moors half way up the emerald green mounds of earth.

Dew, white and clear, decorated the damp droopy grass the land glittered, sparkling under the orange purpling sunlight.

The houses of the humdrum sleepy town were few and well spaced out. One could walk a good half a mile before reaching their neighbours' property. Those closer to the center of town were flats, pushed together in neat lines, occupying the space over the small, often family owned shops.

Oliver and Sophia arrived at the park in twenty minutes. Sophia having to struggle, pedaling through the mud had set them back. However, neither of the children seemed to care. Sophia hopped off the trike and clicked off her helmet, abandoning both on the pavement. She couldn’t wait to explore the soggy park.

For the next 20 minutes they hung out at the park, Sophia wandered the grassy playing field picking at wild flowers while Oliver practiced his kicks. In the following ten, Sophia ran up the stairs then went down the slide. She’d dust herself off, then go round again. The next five minutes she sat still, a bit tired, content to watch the villagers while Oliver puttered around.

“Oi! Sophia, I’m goin’ to the loo. I’ll be back right back!” Oliver shouted from the far side of the futbol field. The park had no bathroom, so he’d have to walk clear cross the road to Brews Brothers’ Pub. The popular bar had an outdoor side restroom reserved for the public.

Sophia watched Oliver leave until he became nothing more than a speck in the distance.

The quiet times brought a certain comfort to Sophia. It was the perfect time to watch people revel in the coolness of other humans’ lives. Usually the park was a buzz with townsfolk, mostly children. They melded together and dotted the public lawn like A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte. But now there was little life to distinguish the little village from Oradour-sur-Glane, France.

The night air, though cool, had a biting sharpness to it. No thanks to the rain. Sophia sniffs through her nostrils, inhaling the almost intoxicating spring air. Sitting on the bench, her little legs swung over mud coated grass. Misty rain was still falling steadily, and the temperature had dropped considerably.

Sophia wasn’t bothered though.

Reaching for a short stick she traces some shapes in the ground. She nods her head, humming a tune she couldn’t quite place.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you actually know how to fly the TARDIS.” A voice, female with a thick Scottish accent, said.

Two foreign voices cut through the cold silence. Her eyes dart down the path. From where she sat she could hear them, the voices, bickering. About what, she had no clue.

Out of mist in the distance strode what appeared to be a young couple. The man seemed tall. His dark brown hair was long, stuck to his forehead in a droopy fashion, much like Ollie’s. Despite looking like a young man, he wore clothes that reminded Sophia of one of the town retirees; a Donegal tweed sport jacket with elbow patches, an off white dress shirt, rolled up deep blue trousers and… and bow tie?

Bow ties are for Sunday, Sophia thought, eyes narrowing at the approaching pair.

His partner appeared to be much more put together. Auburn hair, just a smidge less vibrant than Sophia’s framed a pale Scottish face. An irradiated cross expression dominated her features. Her voice wasn’t high nor low, it perfectly suited her in an indescribable way. And unlike the man to her right, she wore clothes appropriate for her age.

The pair stopped in the middle of the path, continuing to argue.

“Of course, I know how to fly the TARDIS sometimes she- she just has a mind of her own.” The lanky man argued, earning an eye roll from the ginger.

“We’re supposed to be England,” She grouched. “What about Churchill? This looks like— are we in Scotland?”

Sophia scoffed, shaking her head, tourists. She watched as the man licked a finger, held it against the wind, then popped it back in his mouth.

“No, no. I’m sure we’re in England.”

The finger crossed her arms over her chest in a cool way.

“Shouldn’t there be I dunno fighters, soldiers, something? I’m getting sheep.” She said looking round the area. She wasn’t wrong there were sheep, white puffs mindlessly grazing on the hills. When she looked back at the man, he was squatting. In his right hand he held a good chunk of mud.

“Wha—What are you doing?”

“Definitely in England. Westerdale Yorkshire, to be more precise. Right country wrong period. Does something seem off to you?” He asked, running a thumb over the mucky mud, cautiously examining it.

His partner snorted indignantly.

“Something or… someone? No don’t eat the—”

Sophia quickly pushed her head down, crinkling her nose. Adults are weird. She turned her attention to her dirt scribbles. She didn’t understand what they were on about, anyway. Hopefully they’d be on their way soon. They didn’t belong.

There’s a weight increase, bending the planks of the bench. An electric chill ran up Sophia’s spine, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The reaction wasn’t from the cold. There was a weight increase bending the planks of the bench.

“Well hello there, I’m the Doctor. What’s your name.”

Surprise was never an emotion Sophia handled well. Her shoulders went rigid, her entire body defensively readying itself. Her sweet eyes become stoney. Her breathing felt as if it was becoming more shallow with each breath. The guarding alarms inside her mind we’re going crazy halting the thinking gears of her brain.

The man held his hands up resignedly. “No, no, don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” There was a gentleness to his tone, a kind of concern. Sophia couldn’t be sure. No matter something about him. She let her shoulders go loose, but the rest of her still felt tense. “Would you mind? I have a few questions.”

Sophia allowed herself to relax a little more, not completely but more.

“Doctor!” The scot’s voice rang up briefly, sending Sophia back into defensive mode. “You can’t keep talking to children you don’t know.” She sounded like a mother chiding her young child.

Her comment sparked a minor argument between the pair.

Sophia took the time to lean back and take the pair in full, particularly the man. He was a little more normal-ish looking up close. Normal enough. There was something about his eyes she couldn’t quite describe.

Sophia observed the two curiously, unaware that the fear, once crushing her chest, was steadily subsiding.

“I introduced myself this time. Oh yes,” the Doctor swiftly turns to Sophia, “this is Amy.”

“That’s not how it works,” Amy grumbled.

Her partner ignores her, keeping his attention on Sophia. “There’s something… something about this place. Don't know. I think-" He spoke fast, flaggishly moving his hands about. “Well I know it’s something. Too many ideas. Head’s bit cloudy.” He knocked on his temple.

Sophia, though a little behind, shifted uncomfortably.

“Need to narrow it down…” he trailed off. Sophia, her left palm on her thigh, absently traces along each finger with her right index. He observes Sophia with a kind, sort of calculating, gaze.

“Something’s wrong, isn’t it?

Concurrently, Ollie was on his way back from the toilet. He dribbles across the park, knocking a futbol between one foot and the other. “He’s going for the full court folks.” He deepened his voice, trying to mimic the vocals of a proper sports announcer. “He’s at the 75 marker, will he go for the assist?” He sped up, using a lace touch to control the ball. “He passes to,” Oliver knocks the ball clear cross the field.

“No one.”

He’d get his ball back tomorrow. The silence made his blood as cold as the icy waters of a polar plunge, as he strode across the park to where he had left Sophia.

Everything was still hazy and cloudy from the English rain. Billions of trillions of icy drops dripped down his neck and fell off the flaps of his slicker. In this de-focused world, he could just make the outlined silhouette of Sophia.

“Sophia. Sophia?”

He goes taut, stopping in his tracks. For a moment his brain glitches. His eyes went wide, mouth falling slightly ajar. Although he was staring at Sophia, he was seeing more than he expected.

“Sophia, what do you think you’re doing?” His voice was steady, but had a sharpness to it. “Talking to strangers?” He holds a hand out, which Sophia compliantly takes within seconds.

“And you lot.” The ginger seemed taken back by Oliver’s frigidity. A tween scolding two strange grownups, one of them a Scot, bit startling. The gentleman, however, seemed off in his head, silently mouthing the same word over and over. “You can’t just be talking to people you don’t know, numpties.”

“Oi, watch it.”

Oliver’s eyes sourly narrow. “You’re not from around here, are you?” He deadpanned.

“Just passing through. Hello, I’m the—”

“You should keep passing,” Oliver interrupted. Stepping between Sophia and the pair. Sophia could only watch as Oliver spoke to the two adults. “Leave town before it gets dark.” He warned, picking Sophia up, holding her on his hip.

“Is everything okay?” The gentleman asked, stepping up from the bench.

Though his expression held a casual indifference, his skin goes colourless. He let out an understated sigh, bowing his head and turning to leave. “I have to get Sophia home. It's almost supper time.”

Sophia beats her head against Oliver's shoulder, hitting it just hard enough to make the older child wince. He rolls his eyes, but turns back to the pair. “If you are going to stay… it’s only fair.” He sounded like a toddler forced to apologise.

“I must warn you.” He let his face fall in seriousness.

“Beware what lies in the mist of the Moors.”

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Oddworld: Conar's Ambition, Chapter 5, Draft 1

Conar woke up to the sound of a Mudokon banging against the metal floor with a grunt. He instinctively rolled himself up to a standing position, grabbing his gun and preparing to shout out.

He could see Slim lying on the ground, groaning and rubbing his head. Above, he could spot Mark, reaching down to try to help Slim up.

“Hey!” Conar barked. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?!”

“I-it was Slim’s idea!” Mark called out, frantically.

Slim only spent a moment glaring at Mark for that, knowing that an angry Slig was looking right at him.

“Y-yeah,” he said, backing up slowly. “We were gonna look into that hideout that’s right over there. Figure it’d be safer than being out here with an open roof, ‘specially with those hanging around.”

He pointed to the side, where Conar could see a Suppressor. Its red eye wasn’t turned to either of them; instead, the floating red sensor was floating in a corner, looking at another corner.

“What’re you talkin’ about? Those things are just there to watch you guys for wrong…doing…”

Conar realized what he just said, and started to circle around Slim, slowly making his way under the Suppressor. Once he made it out of its view, he moved his Blunderbuss from Slim to the mechanical eye. A few shots later and it started to fall, the light fading from it. He tried to duck out of the way, but the bots fall twisted and spun as it landed square on his back.

“Hey!” he called out, after his cry of pain. “Gimme a hand, wouldya?”

Slim took a couple steps towards him, but stopped. Conar got the feeling it wasn’t just the alarm that started blaring in the air.

“What’re you waitin’ for, Slim?!” he demanded. “Get this thing offa me!”

“You know,” Slim said, “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this for all my life. No more Sligs watchin’ us. No more taking orders. Mark and I, we’ll be free!”

“And who freed you, chump?” Conar retorted. “You couldn’t have gotten out of there without me! You won’t last two minutes without me!”

“I’ll take my chances. You can get someone else to push your ride.”

“You idiot!” Conar shouted. “I couldn’t blow our cover there!”

“Oh, sure,” Slim said, rolling his eyes. “It was the cover.”

He turned around, taking Mark’s hand and climbing up out of the train.

“Well, sayanora!” Slim said, before the two of them disappeared from Conar’s view.

“You traitorous lil’…” Conar started, before trying to pull himself out of the wreck.

He grunted and wheezed before suddenly popping out of his Pants. He was just able to crawl out from under the Suppressor and grab his bag, but there was no chance of him getting his Pants again. Not only was he alone, but he was helpless without his legs. He crawled around in the vain hope of finding a different pair or maybe even a flying harness, but the train car was as empty as before.

The alarms in the distance were soon punctuated with the conflicted chatter of Slim and Mark. Conar couldn’t hear all of it, but he hear things like “No, this marking means…” and “B-better hurry, I think I hear…” and “where is it?!”

The talk changed to more frantic gibbering as all three could hear Slogs barking, getting ever closer. Louder and louder, until they were snarling and snapping, and he could hear the Mudokons whimpering, the sound of metal scraping and falling as they presumably scrambled to higher ground.

“Serves ‘em right,” Conar muttered. “I gave ‘em a chance out, and what do they do? Ugh.”

He paced around on his hands for a moment, before spotting something. Some kind of bird graffiti etched into a darker corner of the train. Crawling over, he could see a crack in the panel, and he could see a full tunnel through there. Those Scrubs would have appreciated that; he figured what Slim was talking about was some kind of marking to this location.

Not that he needed Slim or Mark anymore. They fulfilled their purposes; who cared if they became Slog food now? He’d find another way to get to Zeb, once he got some Pants again. And besides, without his Pants, he’d be completely useless to help those two out, even if he wanted to.

He groaned, before giving a sharp whistle. The ravenous barking stopped for a moment.

“Here, boy,” he called out.

Three Slogs came into view, looking down at him. One of them was an older Slog, judging by her massive size, but the other two… well, they were just pups, really. Must have been born here, and were probably the offspring of the larger one. They were thinner than most Slogs he’d seen, and it was clear the mother was the only one of them raised or trained properly. Poor things probably just wanted a decent meal. Conar could sympathize, but he hoped he could dissuade them from trying Mudokon Mulch.

“Stay,” he said, keeping his eyes focused on the Slogs while he felt to search for his bag of supplies. It was a miracle he hadn’t brought it with him when he walked under the Suppressor. Reaching into it, past the ammunition, drinks, and cigarettes, he found that he was looking for: a whole package of Meep Jerky.

“You want some food? Huh?”

The mother Slog panted excitedly, her pups soon to follow.

Conar opened the food, and started to throw some of the largest pieces of jerky out of the train. After a few morsels were thrown out, the Slogs ran off to enjoy their treats, and Conar sighed, relieved he could do something still.

It was hard to hear anything over the Sloggies devouring the tough jerky, but he thought he could hear hushed chatter between the two Mudokon deserters. Sure enough, they were looking down on him a few minutes later.

“What was that?” Slim asked, smiling a little. “I mean, not that I’m not grateful, but you got bored of the Slogs attackin’ us that fast?”

“Yeah,” Conar replied, grinning under his tentacled visage, “you guys’re pretty boring screamers.”

He dragged himself over to the panel he saw before, lifting it slightly.

“This the place you were lookin’ for?”

“Maybe,” Slim said, hopping down. Mark followed suit as soon as Slim was with Conar. “Can’t say for sure, though; the graffiti was all wrong at the fridges, but did you see anything down…”

He looked at the wall, and saw the bird drawing.

“…here…”

It wasn’t a fat bird like the ones on the refrigerators, and it was a lot cleaner than the scratchings he saw back at the Slugbite Motel. He found himself drawn to it, his fingertips circling around it.

“HEY!” Conar shouted, snapping him from these thoughts. “We can’t focus on the pretty pictures; we got us a hideout to hide in!”

“R-right,” Slim nodded, feeling weirdly off-balance. “Lemme just get the door…”

He and Mark easily swung the panel open, and he grabbed Conar by the wrist.

“Hey!” Conar demanded, trying in vain to wrest his hand back. “Get offa me!”

“You think any Mudokons there’ll take kindly to some Slig going in?” Slim asked. “Come on, we gotta be dragging you in! Besides…”

Conar couldn’t help but feel an air of smugness.

“…you said it; a Slig without Pants ain’t worth the powder in his gun.”

The pantsless Slig sighed, trying to keep his bag close to his chest as they pulled him through.

The tunnel walls were lined with all sorts of trash, from old tires to old rails to piles of Slog chew toys. Conar picked up a rubber facsimile of a Glukkon that was relatively intact. The purple-suited toy had very few bite marks. After all, the Glukkon-shaped ones were designed to discourage Slogs from attacking the real deal with a bad taste. Of course, anyone who worked with Slogs personally knew that wouldn’t stop them from taste-testing their bosses.

He squeezed the Gluk in his hand as he was carried along. It served as a great reminder of why he left, and why he was putting up with this nonsense; so he could press a real Glukkon under his thumb.

He tucked the squeaky toy into his bag, and dropped the bag from his tentacles to his hand.

“Would it kill ya to get a better grip?” he asked, looking up at Slim. “My arm’s gettin’ tired.”

He could see Slim look at him, look at Mark, and then stop, giving a smile.

“Sure,” he said. “I don’t think this is working for me either, really.”

With that, he violently pulled Conar up. Conar, for his part, was shocked that he yelped in a very un-Slig-like way, dropping his bag to cover his mouth with his hand. Before he could reach for it again, his arm was grabbed, and he was tucked under Slim’s arm, his own arms pinned. Reaching with his tentacles was no good; as long as they were, he could not reach the ground from here. He scowled as Mark picked the bag up, handing it to Slim and looking on in awe.

“Yeah, what are you lookin’ at?”

“It-it’s that easy to p-pick you guys up?” Mark managed. He was somewhere between shock and amusement, and he made no effort to hide it on his face.

“Enjoy it while you can, twerp. Once I get Pants again, you’re gonna live to regr—Mmmph! Mmmph?!”

He struggled, but Slim had his hand clamped over Conar’s mouth.

“Shut up!” Slim hissed. “You don’t wanna scare ‘em off, do ya?”

“Mm,” Conar grumbled.

The three of them walked forward and turned the corner to see several Mudokons lounging in the orange glow of a rusty heater. A couple of them were lazily drinking from dirty bottles, while others snacked on crushed Paramite Pies. One with light-green skin looked up at Slim and Mark.

“Heya!” he called out, waving. “Welcome to the club!”

“What is this place?” Slim asked, looking around. A lot of the junk here looked like it was more deliberately placed than in the tunnel. Some of the half-melted bottles on one wall were even the same color as each other.

“You don’t know?” another asked, a shorter Mud with somewhat longer feathers almost covering his entire scalp. “We quit, just like you guys! Layin’ low, maxing and relaxing…”

He moved some feathers out of his eyes, and they widened as they focused on Conar.

“Oh wow, you took one of those guys out?” he nodded appreciatively. “Nice!”

“Mmph!” Conar protested as the rest came over to look at him. Being surrounded by six Mudokons total, some holding makeshift weapons just in case, in his state wasn’t ideal.

“How’d you get ‘im out of those legs?”

“Did he give you any trouble?”

“What should we do with him?”

“You think we could use him for something?”

“Can’t let him rat us out…”

Slim swatted hands and metal points away.

“Watch it,” he said, stepping back. “He’s been helpin’ us get here!”

He watched as everyone else’s jaws gaped in stunned silence. His eyes darted between them, and he finally relaxed as they all burst into laughter.

“Aw, man,” the light-green one said, grabbing Slim’s shoulder, “You really had me going there! A Slig helpin’ one of us?!”

“You know what a Slig is, right?” asked a Mudokon covered in soot. “They don’t help anyone. They don’t even think about helping their own!”

“They can’tthink,” the mop-topped one said. “Just got a tiny brain in their trigger fingers!”

The others started laughing again, while Conar sneered.

“A lot of big talk comin’ from a buncha layabouts!” he protested.

“Oh, we’re the bums? Who did the work for you guys while you napped and smoked?”

“I oughta throw you to the Slogs!”

“You guys don’t do nothin’!”

Conar realized he should have kept his mouth shut as they began to get closer, some of them preparing their weapons once more. Slim was slowly stepping back, but it wasn’t enough to avoid the crowd. He braced himself for a world of pain, looking at their faces of righteous anger, but Mark had stepped forward.

“Hang on,” he said. “It s-sounds crazy, but th-that guy did help us get here… S-sure, he’s a Slig, b-but he c-covered for me with Clunk and distracted some Sloggies for us…”

The encroaching Mudokons stopped, stepping back to consider this.

“He’s mean as any one of ‘em,” Slim added, “but he busted me out of the Motel, and made damn sure we escaped.”

Finally, after a moment of whispering, the light-green Mudokon stepped forward, keeping his sharpened pipe relaxed, but ready.

“All right then, Slig,” he asked, kneeling to be eye-level with Conar, “Why’d you help ‘em out?”

“That’s none of your—”

“He thinks he can just walk in and take a Glukkon’s Moolah,” Slim said.

Even Mark joined in the laughter that ensued.

“You… you reallythink…” managed the multifeathered Mud, before gasping for air again.

“Well, why not?” Conar asked. “I got a gun, and he doesn’t. Once I get to ‘im, that should be that.”

“Oh, yeah,” Slim said, rolling his eyes, “Getting to ‘im will be a cakewalk, huh? We both know Glukkons’ve got security tighter than a Resolver’s Knot. You’ll be in pieces before you make it to the front desk!”

“You got a gun,” the light-green one added, “but he’s got, like, eight hundred of them! And you just brought a coupla Mudokons? How d’ya expect to outgun ‘em?”

“That Abe guy did something,” Conar said. “I’m hopin’ to find out what.”

The laughing died into an abrupt and long silence. They were all staring at him, jaws agape, paralyzed for a few moments. The look of shock turned into a snarl on a few of them, while the rest shuffled their feet.

“What?” Conar asked. “That guy could take down RuptureFarms, and last I hear he’s goin’ after the FeeCo Depot. Must be somethin’ to you guys if one of ya can do that!”

The Mudokon with many feathers opened his mouth to speak, but it took a couple of moments to get the words out: “…You… understand Abe’s significance? You know he’s the…”

“Of course he doesn’t,” the Mudokon with an eyepatch said, raising his lead pipe in preparation to strike. “He just thinks he can talk about Abe and we’ll all do what he wants. No way is that happenin’!”

“Wait, I can—”

The pipe came down, Conar felt a brief heavy pain, and everything went black.

[nsheetee]

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Pairing: Mark x Reader Genre: Suggestive/Smut Length: 2.2k Warnings: swearing, mentions of fwb, mature content (making out, dry humping, implication of oral) Summary: Mark gets jealous when you suck ice cream off your fingers in front of all his friends, so he decides to show you what else you can suck... a/n: minors, please beware: there is mature content in this writing.

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A blistering hot summer day. The sun practically melts people to the concrete; the hazy heat causing laziness and messing with emotions, but still drawing people outside to beaches, lakes, and in your case: Jaehyun’s pool. When the forecast showed the possibility of 102 degrees with high humidity to match, Jaehyun invited all of his close friends for a “get-together” at his house, which coincidentally has a very nice pool paired with a hot tub nuzzled into one corner of it.

You’re the last person from your group of friends to walk in. The host is entertaining Doyoung and Johnny by the grill and they don’t notice you. Taeil, Taeyong, Jungwoo, and Yuta are too busy playing pool volleyball, their intense shouts of excitement, failure, and success covering the music Jaehyun has blasting through the speakers set up by the house. Then your eyes travel to the hot tub, where the person you’re particularly looking for is sitting.

Mark’s leaning against the hot tub’s wall, bubbles from the water jets covering his toned chest but you can still see the sweat building around his jaw and running down his neck. His black hair is slightly damp and he spreads his arms out over the edge of the hot tub, talking to Haechan who’s sitting across from him.

You and Mark had a mutual friends with benefit agreement. It was fun while it lasted, and you loved seeing Mark turn from the shy virgin he was to the man that sits confidently in that hot tub right now.

That is, until he called you a few weeks ago to cancel on an evening you had planned because of an “emergency.” Which was absolutely fine, until you got a text from Johnny asking if Mark had finally started dating someone because he just saw him at a restaurant with a girl.

Unless the emergency was that Mark absolutely had to bury his dick into this girl, you don’t buy his excuse. You don’t like liars, especially when the liar is someone you trust and reveal yourself to, not just physically but emotionally as well. You gave Mark the cold shoulder, and when he called up asking you to come over so many times over the past few weeks, you held your ground and said you “couldn’t make it” or that you “already made other plans.”

It wasn’t until recently that you realized you might’ve been a bit jealous of this other girl, which made you feel childish and small. But you’ve already made your decisions and are too deep into this game you and Mark are playing to back out now. All you want is for Mark to feel the same way you did when you found out he was with someone else. Petty? Yes. Are you going to regret it? If this turns out the way you want, then absolutely not.

You can’t help the smile that graces your face as you walk closer to the hot tub, Haechan spotting you before anyone else.

“Hey, Y/N. Fashionably late as always.” He comments and you bend down to ruffle his damp hair. “Get in.” He whines as he gently grabs your wrist and tries to pull you in.

“Let me talk off my dress.” You laugh, setting down your things a few feet away from the hot tub and kicking off your shoes. You pull your dress over your head, revealing your new swimsuit underneath. The motion catches Yuta’s eye and the volleyball game stops as he whistles from his spot in the pool, drawing attention to you.

“Y/N…” Yuta drags out as he nears the hot tub, still floating in the pool. “New swimsuit, babe?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You hope the humidity has reddened your cheeks enough to not show how affected you are by his comment. When someone as hot as Yuta flirts with you, you flirt back. How could you not toy with Mark a bit more when you feel his ice cold stare slice into the side of your head.

“Yeah, baby.” You reply back with as much charm as you can fit into two words, carefully slipping into the hot tub near where Yuta is leaning against the edge of the pool “You like it?”

“Love it.” He winks back. He knows this is just some friendly flirting and you know it too, which is what makes it so much more pleasing to see Mark’s jaw clench and his gaze turn the opposite direction. “I think someone else does, too.” Yuta nods behind you and your head swivels around to see Jaehyun and Johnny approaching. Jaehyun’s fingers tilt down his sunglasses as he looks at you and Johnny playfully whistles.

You take a quick glance over at Mark. You can’t tell if he looks pissed, turned on, or amused but you let him wallow in whatever confused emotions he’s currently feeling.

“You could cause a car accident with that swimsuit.” Johnny hands you and Haechan ice cream cones from where he’s standing on the patio next to the hot tub.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Johnny.” You laugh as the rest of your friends gather around the hot tub.

“Hey, you guys better be careful.” Jaehyun teases, “If you get ice cream in the water, you’re the ones who’ll be changing the filters.” He points to your fingers, where the ice cream has already started melting down the cone and onto your digits. You carefully move the cone to your other hand, your fingers coming up to your lips as your tongue works on licking the melted goodness off of your skin, and releasing each finger with a pop once you’re done.

You don’t notice how the guys’ jaws drop a bit at your provocative gesture, or how Haechan’s neck burns pink with a blush as he stares at his own ice cream, or how Mark’s fists clench at everyone’s reaction. But you do know exactly what you’re doing, and you’re not ashamed at all.

“Y/N, let’s go get you a drink. You must be thirsty.” Mark steps out of the hot tub while grabbing your wrist and pulling you out as well. Water runs down your bodies as you walk along the patio and back into the house; you enjoy your ice cream some more, turning around to wink at the rest of your friends who are still watching you and Mark. The guys, who were dumbfounded a moment ago, turn to each other with knowing looks. Mark’s jealous.

He leads you to the kitchen, stopping at the trash can to throw your ice cream away. You whine like a child as he continues to drag you, finally settling on the hallway just outside of the kitchen. When you arrive, he pushes you against the wall but gives you space. Your bodies as still dripping with water and you send an apology to Jaehyun in your head for ruining his floors and his wall.

Mark stares at you, weirdly silent with his head tilted before the awkwardness breaks your cool demeanor.

“What is it?” You ask, tilting your head with his and he narrows his eyes at you.

“What are you trying to do?” He asks at just above a whisper, eyes still searching your face but his expression unreadable.

“I was trying to eat ice cream, Mark.”

“Eat ice cream? It looked like you were making out with your hand.” He breaks his stare for only a second to roll his eyes.

“What’s it to you?”

“The guys were all right there. Why would you do that?”

“Again, what’s it to you?”

“I don’t like how they looked at you when you did that.” Mark has gotten confident over the past few months. You know it’s because of your sexual escapades and this fact definitely inflates your ego, but there’s something exciting about him voicing his jealousy so sternly. It sends a wave of pleasure from your chest all the way down between your thighs.

“Mark, I’ll ask again. What’s it to you?” You put a pause between every word, leaning closer to him but he doesn’t lean away. His nostrils flare and a split second later, you’re in a tangled mess with his limbs as his lips devour yours.

You gasp at the sudden contact and he doesn’t waste time in shoving his tongue into your mouth, chills run down your spine at the familiar feeling of Mark’s lips. He kisses you hard enough that you think your lips will bruise and when he starts sucking on your tongue, you feel your eyes roll back from the pleasure. The kiss is filled with impatience and urgency, as if you need to make up for all the lost time in the next five minutes.

“Is that the only thing you know how to say, huh?” Mark growls lowly against your lips, his words shoved down your throat as he roughly pushes you into the wall. With all of his weight on you, you feel every inch of his hot and wet skin meet yours for the first time in a while. It makes you feel alive knowing you got him this riled up by just some flirting and licking.

One of his hands hold your waist to him and the other wanders over your thigh, the soft skin so inviting and intimate that it makes a shiver cascade down his spine. You feel his reaction, goosebumps rising on his arms as your fingers run over his biceps and around his shoulders.

You smile successfully into the kiss, which makes Mark even more mad than he was before.

He leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, his tongue massaging and tasting the sunscreen you put on before arriving. He doesn’t care— he keeps nipping at your sweaty skin to pull whines out of your throat. You feel his hand slide up your thigh and over your ass, his nimble fingers slipping under your swimsuit to knead the supple skin and harshly pulling your wet hips to meet his.

Your knees shake at the feeling of his bulge digging into your thigh, but he holds you tightly against him and angles his hips as he moves them into yours. His firm arm around your waist keeps you from moving away from his motions and your broken moans fill the hallway at the friction right where you feel your body burning for him the most. Your hands can’t move from their position on his back, nails digging crescent moons into Mark’s skin.

The air conditioning in the house does absolutely nothing for you. In fact, it feels hotter in this hallway than it does in the 102 degree weather outside. Maybe it was the humidity that made you more reactive to him, or maybe not touching and feeling Mark for several weeks is what set off your insides to turn into mush.

“Well? Is it?” He asks between bites at your shoulder, and you can’t even think straight. What was the question? How did you even get here? Did your plan really work? You didn’t really care, you just didn’t want Mark to stop.

“I don’t know.” You manage to mumble out and Mark finally pulls back to look at your face. Lips wet and parted, sweat or maybe hot tub water still glistening on your skin, your eyes look like they’re five times bigger and hungry for him. Only him. He loves it— he’s addicted to this look.

“Oh, baby.” He mumbles, the pet name rolling off his tongue so smoothly you have to close your eyes at the feeling of his back rumbling. You keep your eyes closed; with one of your senses gone, the feeling of Mark’s hand that held your waist sliding up over your tummy, over the top part of your bathing suit is chilling. You don’t know what he’ll do next and it makes it all the more exciting.

You suddenly whine out as his fingertips tease over your nipples through the thin layer of clothing over your chest, and his fingers make their way into the hair at the back of your head. Just when you think he’s going to pull you into another kiss, his fingers grip the strands of hair and he unsticks himself from you.

“You’re not gonna be able to say anything anymore.” He mumbles out in a hoarse whisper and tugs at your hair, making your body move with his actions. He pulls you down his frame and to your knees in front of him, your hands slightly raking down his back, hips, and over the bulge tenting his swim trunks.

He’s about to stop and ask if this is okay but the way you open your eyes and look up at him, eyes hungry and mouth open as if you already have him laying against your tongue makes him groan and his dick twitch, and you haven’t even done anything yet.

“Suck.” He commands and pulls at your hair once again, his other hand reaching up to steady himself against the wall behind you as he looks down onto you.

“You did it so well with your fingers. Show me what else my baby can do.”

[dreamingwithbts]

Demon (Boku No Hero) - Chapter 3

Warning: Swearing

Not getting any response from the angry pomeranian I look at him and see him looking at Izuku, mouth open with a huge shocked kind of angry face. “Eh?” I say confused, then explosives come from his hands, and he starts running towards Izuku. “Hey! Tell me what’s going on, Deku, you bastard!” He says. “SHIT!” I say making the blue hair guy and the brow hair girl look at me shock. I teleport in front of a very scared Izuku facing Bakugo. “Get out of my way Demon!” Bakugo screams even more angry. “Bring it.” I say to him angry, red mist starting to surround me. “Aka-chan!” Izuku says trembling, suddenly my mist disappears and out of nowhere Aizawa-sensei scarf appears and stops Bakugo, making Izuku sigh in relief and me to pout wanting to fight him. “Oh man, I was hoping for a fight.” I think. “I don’t know if I’m relief Aizawa-sensei stopped Kacchan or Aka-chan.” Izuku thinks looking at the scene.

“What the...? These cloths are hard..!” I hear Bakugo say trying to move. “They’re weapons for capture made of carbon fiber woven together with metal wire made of a special alloy.” Aizawa-sensei explains. “I was caught many times with that weapon, they really are too strong.” I think sweating nervous at my memories. “Jeez...Don’t keep making me use my Quirk over and over. I have eye dry.” Aizawa-sensei says. “So that’s what happen.” I think, understanding now why my mist disappeared. “It’s suck a waste, since his Quirk is so amazing!” The whole class says making me nod agreeing with them. “We’re wasting time. Whoever’s next, get ready.” Aizawa-sensei says. “Every minute it passed he looks more tired.” I say making Izuku nod. “Come on.” I say and start walking to where the others are, Izuku walking with me looking at Bakugo, who glares at me when we passed making me glare back. “Why is she protecting him? And why do I care?” Bakugo thinks.

The brow girl immediately starts talking with Izuku making the boy blush at the attention. “I ship it so hard!” I think smiling watching the pair, I look at Bakugo and I see him glaring at Izuku again. “Why does he hate him so much? What’s on your mine Time Bomb?” I think looking attentively at him. “Until a little while ago, he was just a pebble on the side of the road.” Bakugo thinks, angry, looking at Izuku. “And now that’s her, his protector, why is he so special? Why is she so special?” He thinks looking at Aka who was looking right into his eyes, not showing any emotion. “Who is she?” He thinks.

The rest of class continues, we had to do sit-ups, who required partners and when I was going to Izuku suddenly someone takes the back of my uniform and drag me with him. “You’re with me Demon.” A deep voice says, Bakugo. “You could have asked nicely.” I say teasing him and I wave at Izuku who looks at us nervous. I see him with Uraraka, I finally learned her name, became his partner. “I ship it!” I say whispering holding Bakugo. “What did you say extra?” Bakugo asks me doing sit-ups. “Nothing!” I say smiling. “Tsk.” He makes a sound, and we continue doing the sit-ups.

Then we did seater toe-touch, me and Bakugo did it perfectly, and I almost laugh hard watching Izuku struggling. Finally, the exercises stopped after the long-distance run. “Ne? Izu-kun, are you okay?” I ask the broccoli boy who was laying on the ground, dying. “F...Fine Aka-chan.” He says almost without breath. “Come on, let’s go.” I say and used my red mist to help him on his feet, then all of us stay in front of Aizawa-sensei. “Okay, I’ll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It’s a waste of time to explain verbally, so I’ll show you the results at once.” Aizawa-sensei says then a digital screen appears with our results.

It was easy seeing my name, 2º place, I also see I was above Bakugo who was 4º place, I can already feel him looking at me, so I look at him smirking evilly making him glare hard. “He so wants to kill me.” I think. “I’m going to kill her.” Bakugo thinks.

I look back at the screen and see Izuku name in last, looking at him shaking. “Don’t worry Izuku.” I think then look back at Aizawa-sensei. “By the way, I was lying about the expulsion.” Aizawa-sensei says. “Knew it!” I whisper happy but Uraraka looks at me shocked and Izuku was to busy being worried to hear me. “It was a rational deception to draw out the upper limits of your Quirks.” Aizawa-sensei says smiling creepily. “WHAT!?” Everyone screams, I put my hand up and say. “Aizawa-sensei could you not smile like that again, it was creepy.” Aizawa-sensei sighs but ignores me making me pout at him. “With that, we’re done here. There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom so when you get back, look over them.” Aizawa-sensei says starting to leave, and I hear Izuku sigh in relief. “You had nothing to worry about Izu-kun!” I say happy patting his back making him smile nervously at me. “Have the old lady fix you in the nurse’s office. Tomorrow will be packed with even more rigorous tests. Prepare yourself.” Aizawa-sensei says giving Izuku a paper and nodding at me while leaving training ground. “Come on Izuku, I’ll take you her.” I say already moving making him run a little towards me. “Are you sure Aka-chan?” He asks. “Of course, you don’t even know where it is, and Dad made me memorize the school map remember.” I say smiling at me. “Oh, right.” He says.

“Aizawa, you liar!” All Might say smiling at Aizawa who responds very tired. “All Might. So you were watching? Too much time on your hands?” “A rational deception, you said? April Fools was last week. You also felt the potential of that kid, right?” All Might ask him. “Also? You seem to be supporting him quite a bit. Is that how a teacher should be acting? Choosing favorites.” Aizawa says. “Don’t pretend you didn’t choose your favorite already.” All Might say and a black and red hair girl came to both males minds.

The school ended, me and Izuku were walking together, him very tired while I was amused watching him until a hand came in contact with Izuku shoulder. “It’s the blue hair guy.” I think. “Lida-kun!” Izuku says. “Is your finger healed?” Lida asks him. “Yeah, thanks to Recovery Girl.” Izuku says showing him his finger. “And you!” Lida suddenly turns to me. “Huh?” I ask tilting my head. “Your Aka Akuma! I’m Lida Tenya.” He introduces himself. “Nice to meet you.” I say and the three of us start walking again, them talking while I stay in silence. “Hey! You three! Going to the station? Wait for me!” We hear a voice, and we look back, Uraraka running towards us. “Uraraka-san?!” Izuku says and I look at him smirking. “You’re the infinity girl.” Lida says. “I’m Ochaco Uraraka. Um, you’re Lida Tenya-kun, you’re Aka Akuma-chan, and you’re Deku Midoriya, right?” Uraraka says. “Deku?!” Izuku says shocked, and I look to the side trying to hide my laugh. “Huh? But during the fitness test, the boy names Bakugo said ‘‘Deku, you bastard!’’. Right?” She innocently says. “Uh...my real name is Izuku, but D-Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me...” Izuku explains nervous. “An insult?” Lida. “Stupid angry pomeranian.” I say under my breath. “Oh, is that right? Sorry! But Deku sounds like the japanese word for ‘‘You can do it!’’ So I kinda like it.” Uraraka says smiling big. “I’m Deku!” Izuku screams red as a tomato and I laugh hardly behind him making the other two look at us weirdly, and so again we started walking towards the station this time with Uraraka with us.

“I’m home!” Skinny Dad sayings entering the door. “Hey Dad.” I say hugging him. “How was your first day of school?” Dad asks me smiling. “Like you didn’t watch the all thing.” I say my eyebrow up when I remember him when I caught him spying on me and Izuku. “Hahahahaha, tell me anyway.” Dad laughs nervously. “It was good. Didn’t expect to Aizawa-sensei to me the home room teacher, but since it’s him I feel a lot better knowing he will be there.” I explain to Dad who nods understanding what I mean. “Did you make friends?” He asks. “Yes! Ochaco Uraraka and Lida Tenya! And Shoto it’s in my class, but he seemed like he didn’t want to talk, so I let him be.” I say and we kept talking.

 The next day

The Second day of school wasn’t so excited like the first, we had English in the morning with Mic-sensei, it was so boring I almost feel asleep, I look at my side and see Bakugo sleeping, his head resting on his hand making me smile at his face. “Cute.” I think, and then he opens his eyes and looks right at me and both of us quickly look away embarrassed.

“Finally lunchtime!” I say excited, walking with Izuku, Lida and Uraraka to the cafeteria. “You really love your food Aka-chan.” Izuku says smiling. The four of us got the food and were walking towards a table until a hand stopped me, grabbing my elbow and making me walk with him. “You’re eating with me Demon.” Bakugo says dragging me. “I’ll see you guys in the classroom!” I say to them while Izuku nods shaking. “If you wanted me to eat with you so bad you could just ask.” I say teasing Bakugo while we set in the table with other people. “Shut up.” Bakugo says. “Hi Aka-chan!” I hear in front of me and see Mina. “Hi Mina-chan!” I say happy. “Hi! I never introduced myself! I’m Kirishima Eijiro!” A red hair guy says beside Mina. “I’m Kaminari Denki!” A blonde guy says beside Kirishima. “And I’m Sero Hanta.” A black guy says beside Bakugo. “I’m Aka Akuma, please call me Aka.” I say, and we spend the lunch talking, well everyone but Bakugo.

The lunch hour was over and the next class was Hero Basic Training, with Dad. “I am...coming through the door like a normal person.” Buff All Might scream entering the room very loudly. “Oh my god.” I whisper embarrassed hearing my classmates talking about him, but I was excited none less. “I teach Hero Basic Training. It is a subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You’ll take the most units of this subject! Let’s get right into it! This is what we’ll do today. Combat training!” All Might say very excited. “Combat....”Bakugo says excited. “...training.” Izuku finishes very nervous. “Shit.” I only say. “And to go with that are these! Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started.” All Might continue while in the wall a lot of cases come off, all with numbers. “Now, I’m even more excited!” I think when I take the number 12 case. “After you change, gather in Ground Beta!” All Might say, and I start walking with Uraraka and Mina to the girls changing room and start wearing our costumes.

I dress myself in the costume and for some reason I felt a lot of breeze, and it was kind of tight. “Woah Aka-chan! You look so sexy!” Mina says very excited looking at me while the other girls blush looking at me. “Hm?” I say confused then look in the mirror, I look almost half naked. “Oh my god! I look so hot!” I say looking at myself. “Dad is going to kill me.” I think laughing.

  Costume:  (Instead of blue is red)

Almost everyone was already there, and I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. “MY DAUGHTER! WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?!” All Might scream at his head looking at his almost half naked daughter who waves and smiles innocently at him, loving the nervous state she left him. “Woah Aka-chan! You look so manly!” Kirishima says coming near me blushing a little. “Thanks Kiri! You look manly too!” I say looking at his abs. “Thanks!” Kiri smiles at me. “What the hell are you wearing?” Bakugo angry comes barking in my ear. “What? You don’t like it?” I tease him seeing him trying not to look at my boobs, failing and I could hear Kirishima laughing behind me. “Shut up!” Bakugo says staying beside me not looking at me, so I got the opportunity to look at his costume, and god dammit didn’t he look good. “Like what you’re seeing?” Bakugo teased me this time. “Shut up.” I say blushing a little and look around missing Bakugo smirk. “Oh, Deku-kun?” I hear Uraraka and I look behind to see Izuku in his costume. “So obvious.” All Might and I think trying not to laugh, and I could feel a confused Bakugo looking at me. “Oh my god, this class is amazing!” Mineta says looking at my boobs, while I was distracted, so I didn’t notice Bakugo almost killing Mineta.

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[xiubaek-13]

Let Me In - Part 2

Prompt: “If I knock politely will you let me in? I’ll make it worth your while”

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Word Count: 4,950

Warnings: Vampire AU, smut, blood, mentions of death, murder & torture.

A/N: Part 1 was in my Halloween drabbles from a long ass time ago. I continuously got requests for a second part so it finally came into being today. Let me know what you think, comments help me greatly given the large breaks between posting for me, they help me work out if I’m still any good at this writing business.

“S-so, a-are you g-gonna k-kill me?” You stutter out, your fear making it hard for you to get the words out.

He smirks and steps back, freeing you from the wall. Before you can even think about regaining some semblance of composure he kneels on the floor and sinks his fangs into the dead man’s neck. Your eyes widen as you stand frozen to the spot, unable to blink, run, anything. It takes all you have just to remember to breathe.

He drops the corpse back to the floor when he’s finished feeding, licking his blood-stained lips as he sets his eyes on you again. “I think you’ve bought yourself some time.” He steps closer to you, caging your body between his arms, your back pressed back against the wall. “Convince me to let you live, but your case had better be compelling since you wasted my time earlier.” His dark gaze feels like its searing lines into your flesh as you feel it travel from your eyes to your lips, throat, & chest before raking back up to your eyes. “You still haven’t let me in.” He smirks.

What was that stupid saying that you used to say to your friends? Mark me down as scared and horny. That’s pretty much where you were right now. Terrified for multiple reasons (vampires were real, one sent a madman to kill you then killed said madman in front of you and was maybe, probably, most definitely doing to kill you) but also horny. It was impossible to deny how attractive Baekhyun was, both before when you thought he was human and now as he pinned you to the wall. Your mind is racing, jumping between freaking out about your impending death and lewd comments about his lips, hands, hips. If it had the capacity to take on anything else it might also be disgusted with itself for allowing lust to creep in at a time like this. 

Somewhere deep down in your psyche a thought sparks. Draw this out, stay alive as long as you possibly can. The longer you are alive, the closer you are to sunrise. Make it to sunrise and escape. It wasn’t much to go on but it was the best you could think of. There was no way that you would overpower him with strength. If you wanted to win here then you were going to need to be smart and bide your time. Use every advantage that you could and the sun was a powerful one. His ego might just be another.

“I want to know more about you.” He raises one brow in response.

“Why?” 

You inhale, steeling your nerves as you say the words that will change your life forever. “In the bar before, we talked. I liked that, liked getting to know you -” the words were not untrue. The bar had been nice. You’d captured the attention of the man every person, men and women alike, desired but he had only had eyes for you. You had been sitting at the bar enjoying your Old Fashioned when Baekhyun had first approached you. At the time it was immensely flattering but in hindsight you were probably just easy prey. You were alone and no one else had been paying much attention to you. “- but now that I know that you’re well, not human, I feel like that was all lies. Tell me about you first. Then I’ll let you in.” 

He shifts back and considers your words. “Why should I tell you anything at all? I could just compel you to let me in and use you until I’m bored of your body.” His tone betrays him. He might be impatient and used to getting what he wants but from the way his tone shifted when he said he could compel you, you could tell that doing so would ruin the fun for him. 

So you played with fire, figuratively speaking of course. Standard negotiating probably wouldn’t work here because a) you were terrified and b) impatient vampire. You weren’t trying to get out of sleeping with him either. You were attracted to him even through your fear and there was no denying that you wanted him. All you were trying to gain was time. The closer it got to sunrise, the higher your chances of survival were. 

So you tried to match his ego to unnerve him.“Where is the fun in that?” You shrug. “If all you want is a body to fuck, then why ask me to convince you to let me live? Surely it’s better for you with a willing participant.” You take a step forward, avoiding the dead body on the floor, and advance on Baekhyun as you continue to speak. “One that wants you, that begs for you, that needs you.” You lick your lips as you finish, your words affecting you more than you thought they would. “Why put it all of the effort at the bar when you could have simply locked eyes and told me what you wanted me to do? I think you enjoy the hunt so why spoil it now? What harm is there in telling me about yourself when I’m just going to die anyway?” You shrug. 

Baekhyun takes a few steps back and looks at you, really looks at you. His eyes narrow as he takes you in and tries to work out your ploy. “Interesting tactic little one. Futile though.” He smirks and turns away from you, heading off towards your kitchen. 

Left with the corpse just behind you, you decide to follow him rather than rush out the front door. Baekhyun has already proved that he is faster than you so you probably wouldn’t get very far and even if you got to a neighbour in time there is the very real possibility that they’d die and it would be your fault. 

As you enter the kitchen you spot Baekhyun mixing drinks. He points at the two armchairs you have in your makeshift reading nook, a place that has brought you comfort over the years. If there was ever a place for you to fight for your life then this would be the one place that would bring you strength. You make your way over to one of the armchairs and sink into its comforting embrace while you wait for Baekhyun to finish making drinks.

“I’ll play your game for now little one but don’t push your luck.” He says as he carries two drinks over, handing you one once he is close enough. You notice that he’s made the same drink that you were having at the bar. “You’re not wrong, compelling a mark kind of ruins the vibe but if I have to do it, I will.”

“Noted.”

“Asking me to tell you about myself is a bit vague given my lengthy existence so why don’t you try something more specific? I’ll let you ask as many questions as you want but there is a price for my answers.” He smirks.

“Name it.”

“Each time I answer you, you must remove an article of clothing. Once removed I’m free to touch the unclothed area. When you run out of clothing, your question time ceases and you submit yourself to me to have you as I please.”

You gulp as you try not to let on how appealing his price sounds. The logical part of your brain tries to yell over the burning lust that is taking over your senses about the dangers involved here but as far as you see it your options are die in pain or die in pleasure. Given the choice, you will avoid pain at almost any cost. He thinks he has you trapped, like a cat cornering a mouse but you aren’t so sure that you’ve been beaten yet. Not that he needs to know that.

“I accept your terms.” You say before taking a sip of your drink. The whiskey soothing any errant nerves. 

You see Baekhyun’s eyes darken with desire as he sits opposite you, a smug look on his face now that he thinks he’s won. “I’ll give you a point for not forcing an unnecessary negotiation or rebuttal upon hearing my price.”

“You said not to waste your time. Your terms are not unsurprising and it did not seem like it was up for negotiation when you delivered it.”

“Smart woman.” He relaxed into the armchair, swirling his drink in one hand as the other beckoned for you to begin your questioning.

“How much of what you told me about yourself at the bar was true?”

“All of it.” He states bluntly, chuckling at the surprised look on your face. “I do work at a law firm in town with 8 others, it’s how we exist in human society. I don’t have traditional family as such anymore as I’ve long outlived them. I do prefer to go out at night for obvious reasons beyond my control and I find great beauty in the night.” 

Baekhyun was right, he had told you the truth, just a very short version of it. Should that make you trust him any more? Probably not, but it did instil a small amount of something in you about him. He could have just lied about everything in order to lure you away but he chose the truth. In some weird way that counted for something. 

“No lies, you just never bothered to dig deeper at the time.” He purred, eyes roaming your body as he waited to see what you would remove.

You slipped out of your leather jacket and draped it over the back of your seat. Baekhyun groaned impatiently when he saw the long sleeves that remained covering your arms. Victory, it would seem, was not yet within his grasp. Begrudgingly he took another sip of his drink as you laughed internally at his reaction.

“Is your normal pattern to trick someone into letting you into their home then you kill them?”

“No. My clan and I have tried many things over the years. Let’s see. There was compelling which was just too easy and made our existence dull, posing as missionaries which weirdly enough worked better than it should have… not that I’ll ever let Suho know that. Next was outright frenzy where we razed a town, feasted and moved on - that was one of the early ones.” He grins as he reminisces. “Where was I, oh yes. We told people we were vampires - that one was particularly popular in the 2000’s, we’ve pretended to be injured or dead then attacked the person who was kind enough to try and help us, also too easy in my opinion but effective. You humans are gullible.” He chuckles. “We also tried to use blood banks but supplies could not sustain our hunger without detection, so then we tried setting up our own donor systems but that was a logistical nightmare and more red tape than you should ever have to deal with as an immortal. Roleplay was a fun one, biting is a real kink for so many people - who knew? - and now the current approach which is an amalgamation of past methods - seduction and pleasure followed by feeding.” He finishes his account of vampiric blood sourcing by licking his lips, his fangs hidden from your view. 

If you hadn’t seen them plunged into the neck of the now deceased man in your entryway you could be fooled into thinking that the man sitting across from you was just that, a man. But you had seen them and you knew they were real. You also knew the telltale signs of an impatient man and Baekhyun was most definitely impatient. 

For an immortal being who could remain as still at the night he was fidgeting and tapping his glass more than any vampire should. Whether it was hunger or something else causing it you didn’t know. The erratic movements were unsettling and causing your nerves to return. His gaze pierces yours as he waits.

You set your drink on the floor and stand, moving your arms behind you as you unzip your skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a small amount of flesh at the top of your thighs, your garter belt and stockings covering most of the unveiled skin.

You hear him inhale, something he does not need to do. “You’re just going to leave it on the floor like that? Little one, it will crumple.” His voice is rough as he chides you.

You smirk and turn away from him before giving him what he wants. You step out of the skirt, bend at the hips and collect the discarded piece from the floor. You can feel his eyes on your ass as you bend forward, leaving little to the imagination. Only a small strip of fabric prevents him from your sex.

After you place your skirt on the back of the chair, on top of the jacket, you sit. Your brain doesn’t register the movement but before you can cross one leg over the other Baekhyun is there, kneeling between them, his hands on the uppermost part of your thighs where the skin is exposed. 

“You,” He growls. “do not know the fire with which you are playing with.” You can see the tips of his fangs now. Your body betrays you as you feel heat and want rushing to your core and your eyes close. His fingers trace patterns into your thighs, ghosting near the edge of your panties and down your inner thighs which only builds your arousal. 

“You’ll beg for me to fuck you before you’re fully undressed little one. Why deny yourself what we both know you desire?” He grazes his fangs along the column of your neck as your core clenches around nothing. 

When you open your eyes he is back in his seat swirling his drink like he had never moved. The absence of his touch left you wanting. Your stubbornness is the only thing keeping you from rushing through your questions because Baekhyun is not wrong, you want him - badly. “Are you going to kill me?”

He cocks his head as he ponders your question. “Honestly haven’t made my mind up yet. Before this current bargain I was just going to fuck you and drain you, the only variable there being if I let you enjoy it or if I let you feel pain. Now… I’m not sure. You might be interesting enough to keep alive for now. It all depends really.”

Your fingers expertly undo the buttons of your blouse and you shrug out of its sleeves, leaving you clad only in your underwear and heels. “On what?” You ask. The lines of this little ruse are starting to blur for you. The original plan to keep Baekhyun talking in order to reach sunrise is fading, leaving only images on the vampire taking you every which way, giving you pleasure you could only dream of. 

“On you little one.” Baekhyun’s voice comes from directly behind you. You feel his hands moving down your sides, one snaking between your legs and gripping your inner thigh and the other splayed over your stomach. You feel his fangs drag over your throat and you shudder. “You might just convince me.” You feel his presence disappear and know without turning around that he is no longer standing behind you. You can feel where his hands were on your body, the ghost of his touch remaining. 

As you look around you can’t spot him anywhere. You know he’s still in the house because why would he leave now? You make your way to the various rooms in your home as you search for the vampire but he is nowhere. You start to feel frustration overtaking your lust as you call out. “Baekhyun! Where are you?” 

His voice sounds from a room that you had already checked, your bedroom. “This game needs to continue in another room little one.” You make your way back upstairs to your room as he speaks again, his voice closer this time. “You are far too indecently clothed to be in a sitting room.” 

As you enter the room you see him leaning against your bedpost, his eyes roaming your body. Your ears register the sound of him moving past you but your eyes do not. The door closes behind you and he appears to have not moved. The fear inside you spikes back up as you witness a modicum of his power. You’ve been toying with him when all along he could just snap you like a twig.the thought terrifies you but you try to push your fear down. It will not help you now.

You saunter towards the bed only for him to hold up a hand and stop you. “I believe you asked a question little one. You know the rules.” Left with only a few options you step out of your heels and continue towards the bed.

By your count you have three questions left before this little game ends and you plan to use them to ensure that whatever happens after doesn’t hurt you and might just lead to you keeping your life. You aren’t going to bother with asking more about his past. You are pretty sure you know enough, he’s been undead for quite some time but from looking at him you would guess that he was in his 20’s when he was turned. He can be cruel - you have not forgotten the madman he compelled earlier - he is determined, overconfident, smug, impatient and alluring and he has made you crazed with lust. 

“How do you want me?” you ask sultrily as you reach the foot of your bed.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him remove his jacket and place it over the chair at your dresser. His shoes and socks are next, then he starts to unbutton his shirt as he moves behind you. You can feel him standing behind you but he does not touch you. He lets the anticipation build, he knows this game has almost reached its end, he is one step closer to getting what he wants from you.

“Naked and wanting.” He confesses. “Reveling in the pleasure I give you, begging for more.”

Your bra drops to the floor, making him groan. “And what will you do to me?” You ask, before he can say anything to alter your train of thought. Your mind is set on one path and one path only now. You want him. You want him to make you forget that you were ever afraid of him, that he ever posed a danger to you, that he is anything more than an incredibly attractive man with eyes only for you.

“Everything.” He whispers in your ear. His hands cup your breasts, fingers lightly pinching your nipples. “I’ll make you feel pleasure like you’ve never felt before. Make you beg for me to never stop fucking you, for me to bite you. And I will, once you beg for it.”

A moan escapes your throat, giving away just how aroused you are. Your hand brushes against his crotch as you move to undo your garter belt and you feel how hard he is for you. He stops your hand and completes the action for you, sliding the stockings down your legs and off your feet. He spins you and pushes you down onto the bed, removing the shirt from his shoulders and undoing his pants as he kneels at your feet. 

“Why me?” you manage to say as you watch him undress, your eyes taking in the lean planes of his body. He wasn’t wearing underwear you muse as your eyes are drawn to his cock, hard and waiting to enter you. His eyes follow yours and he grins when he realises where their gaze has not wavered. Shuffling back of the bed far gracefully than he has any right to, he moves back into a standing position so that he can remove his pants. 

Fully naked, he moves back to his position between your legs. “What’s the point of being immortal if you deny yourself the simple pleasures in life?” he responds as he kisses your ankle, before moving up your calf, to your thigh, hip, breast, neck before finally reaching your lips. “I find beauty in the night and I take what I want. Right now, that is you.”

His lips crash into yours in a kiss that is so desperate that you don’t register the ripping of your panties until you can feel him, all of him flush against your skin. His body doesn’t emit heat, rather it is cool to the touch but it isn’t a bad feeling. Rather it is refreshing in comparison to how hot you feel. His mouth works against yours, the lip ring providing a new sensation for the kiss.

When he breaks the kiss to allow you to breathe you see the dark fire in his eyes, his desire palpable. “You’re mine now little one. I told you your game was futile, that you would give in to me and here we are, your wet little cunt begging for my cock. Do you think you deserve pleasure after how long you made me wait?”

“Yes.” you breathe.

He looks amused. “Oh? And why is that?”

“I was scared of you. There was no desire to let you in before we talked more but now, now I want you even though I know part of the truth about you. You said it was better if the other person was willing, well, now I am.” You laid out the truth for him. You were no longer scared of him even though you knew he could still inflict the worst pain imaginable on you and kill you. What you felt now was desire so strong that nothing, not even fear of death, could break through.

He grinned, baring his fangs to you. “You, my dear, have proven to be far more interesting than I gave you credit for. There is one thing I didn’t tell you though, something that will make what is about to happen much more pleasurable for you. Vampires can direct the blood flow of any body that they are in contact with. You think you want me now? Wait until you feel as though you’re on fire, your skin burning with need as I taste you. You’ll beg me to drink your blood from wherever I please. And I will.” 

You shuddered at his words. Desire pouring through you, making you feel as though you were drugged. “Kiss me.” The words left your mouth without any thought. Baekhyun leaned down and his lips closed over yours gently, seeing if you were going to try and get away from him. When he realised that you weren’t going anywhere he intensified the kiss, increasing the pressure and igniting your senses. 

He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips until you opened your mouth, allowing your tongues to work against each other. You could feel his fangs grazing your lip but it did not scare you, rather it made you want more. His hands roamed your body as the two of you kissed, teasing your nipples and brushing near your core, never where you wanted the friction the most. 

“Please” you moan.

“What do you want little one?” he teases.

“Touch me.” His hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs wide for him. You try to roll your hips, desperate for any sort of friction but you don’t achieve the contact you’re after. You whimper as the frustration builds. You want him to touch you so badly, you need your release and soon.

“Patience little one.” He chuckles. “As flattering as it is to see just how badly you want me, I want to savour this. His eyes drift down. “You look delectable.” He shifts his body down the bed so that his face is level with your dripping centre. 

He slowly drags his fangs from your thigh, up your leg, and moves over your centre, to the other thigh. The sensation makes you whimper as you try to grind your hips, but he holds you down with his hands as you try to find some friction to help you along. “Please” You breathe.

Smirking he moves back to where you need him the most, flicking his tongue against your clit. Your mind goes blank at the sensation as he repeats the motion, deepening the pressure he’s applying until you moan loudly. If anything, it only serves to spur him on, attaching his lips to your clit as his tongue presses and swirls around it. Your hips would have been bucking into his face if he wasn’t holding you down.

He pauses for a moment to confess “You are fucking delectable, I could do this all night.” before resuming his feast. You bite your lip as he rolls his tongue against you, his fangs lightly grazing your clit and sending a whole new wave of pleasure flowing through you. You never expected his fangs to draw such a response from you but you felt yourself moan louder every time they grazed over your clit. You could feel his eyes watching you as he pleasured you, taking in every reaction and building his actions on that. Your arousal builds as he alternates the pace and pressure of his tongue, and increases the feel of his fangs against you. 

“Fuck” you whimper. The sensations are building too quickly and you can feel your release approaching with haste when he detaches his mouth from you. You look down at him and he smirks at you before you can utter a complaint, not breaking eye contact as he pushes one then two fingers into your wet heat. 

You can’t stop yourself from moaning his name as he starts to move his fingers back and forth in a steady rhythm. “You like that?” he growls as you clench around his fingers. “Little one, you are so wonderfully wet. Just for me. You love it don’t you? You love how my fingers feel, how my tongue feels and most of all you love how my fangs feel against your clit. Don’t you?” His pupils are so dark and blown out with lust as he lowers his skilled mouth back to your bundle of nerves.

The combined sensation of his long fingers, skilled tongue and sharp fangs become too much for you. He moans against you as he works, curling his fingers inside you and fluttering his tongue against your clit. You writhe on the bed as he increases his speed to a level that a mere human could never achieve and right before your orgasm hits, he sinks his fangs into you. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that you sobbed his name as he helped you ride out your high. You were too far gone to realise that he was tasting you, really tasting you now that his fangs penetrated your flesh. You felt no pain, only white hot pleasure. 

When he released you he looked up at you, mouth and fangs dripping with a mixture of your juices and blood. Your body still tingles with aftershocks of your orgasm and you feel like you’re on fire. You should be spent but you only want him more. 

God you wanted to him to fuck you.

He flips you over, positioning you on your knees. He grunts as he enters you in one fluid motion. He meets no resistance given how ready you were for his cock. He grips your waist tightly as he sets a brutal pace, the only sounds in the room are of skin hitting skin and cries of pleasure. 

“You fit my cock perfectly. Look at how much you want this, at how badly you want a vamp to fuck the life out of you.” He grunts in between thrusts. 

“Baekhyun. Fuck” You moan when he hits your g spot. 

You had never felt pleasure like this before. You’d had great sex before but this was on a level of its own. Baekhyun had had an unknown amount of time to perfect this act and hone his skills and he was not disappointing. He moved between a pace that felt more like what you were used to and then a pace faster than you could have ever imagined. 

“This.” He growled, “Is how a vampire fucks you.” and lifted your body up so that it was flush with his, tilting your head so that your throat was exposed for him. He ran his tongue along your neck, making you moan deeply as you recalled the feeling of his fangs.

“You want it don’t you?” He asked as he pounded into you. “Want me to sink my fangs back into your flesh as I fuck you?” You couldn’t form words to respond to him, only moans of want and pleasure. He grazed his fangs along your neck and you writhed against the touch.

His fangs pierced the skin of your neck and the sensation barreled you over the edge. Everything was heightened and a feeling that you had never experienced before flooded your system. You felt full, alive, and like you were about to explode. You shuddered and cried out as your orgasm ripped through you harder than last time as Baekhyun chased his. 

The last thing you saw before you blacked out were his eyes, now a deep red as he stared down at your form and smiled. “I think I’ll keep you.”

[sunflowerhae]

-> you’re mesmerized ✉

-> love! triangle (Jeno, Renjun, OC)

-> ♡ ☾ ✓

playlist• heather, conan gray/Something, The Beatles/ flowers in december, Mazzy Star/ A BOY IS A GUN*, Tyler the Creator/ love again, nct dream/ soft universe, AURORA/ butterflies, kacy musgraves•

──────── ❝ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 ❞

•December 3rd plays in your mind as u and Jeno stand by his locker on the first day back to school from winter break.

•although it was a month ago, u still remember it like it was yesterday

•u and Jeno had gone to the fair in your town

•the last one of the year. They called it the winter festival

•basic

•but ur friend group had a tradition of going together.

•everything was going fine, until you and Jeno had broken off from the group to look at the phat christmas tree.

•you had forgotten a sweater, and Jeno was more than willing to give u his, along w one of his famous eye smiles

•u swore up and down (In ur own head) that that was the day you knew you liked (loved) him

•Jeno couldn’t stop staring at you in it. And when u turned to him, all he said was

•”it looks even better on you than me.”

•and then he kissed u

•yeah

•so this is love

•you thought something would happen when you went back to school that Monday.

•but nothing came. Just Jeno refusing to meet ur eyes

•or talk to u://

•Jaemin said it was because he was scared and that you just needed to be patient

•u accepted it, and waited for the day he kissed u once more

•by Christmas break, y’all were back to being best buds™️

•and you thought maybe when Y’all returned for school, he would have worked up enough nerve to seal the deal w you

•but on that first day back

•in front of his locker

•Jeno locked eyes on the new girl, heather, for the first time

•the way he looked was absolutely beautiful.

•he had wide, open eyes

•and he couldn’t stop staring at her as she walked by and Laughed at something her tour guide said to her.

•yeah, he looked absolutely mesmerized

•but it wasn’t directed at you

•and you knew you lost him

•by lunch, heather was in your group

•turns out Jeno had history with her. And he wasn’t as “scared” as Jaemin said he was at making moves

•all the boys loved her, and while you really wanted to hate her

•u couldn’t deny that she was an absolute angel

•she had an eye smile, like Jeno

•and dimples

•and long, beautiful eyelashes

•and a beautiful laugh

•and she could keep up w haechans jokes, and chenji so easily called her noona, something they never did w you

•Jaemin tried flirting w her, but Jeno looked so protective over her, that Jaemin turned to you and shrugged while wrapping his arm around u

•u wanted to throw up when heather politely asked u and Jaemin how long u had been together

•and Jaemin threw his arm off u, and made gagging noises while the rest of the table laughed

•heather got red, and mumbled an apology to you while bowing.

•You wanted to hate her, you wanted to yell at her. But then, ppl would know that you liked Jeno. Jeno would know. And that was too embarrassing

•so you smiled at her, laughed, and shook your head while holding up a hand

•”Jaemin and me? Please, I’d rather die a lonely virgin with 50 cats”

•Heather laughed, and scooted closer to you, and said “it’ll be so nice to have a girl friend!”

•yes, u wanted to throw up.

•but u just wrapped your arm around her, like Jaemin did to u

•and reassured her that you two were already getting married, while she laughed

•over the course of the next two weeks, she spent more and more time with ur group

•and in three weeks, it was no longer just you and jeno by his locker every morning, but you, Jeno, and heather

•you and her were talking about how terrible the lunch food was

•when Jeno came up, and wrapped his arm around her shoulder Before giving her a kiss on her forehead, to which she blushed furiously for

•your mind went back to four nights ago, when heather scream texted u (“JSNSISHEVRB”) that Jeno had drove over to her house with milkshakes, took her to a park, and asked her to be his gf

•u cried all night, four nights ago

•after he says hello to u, y’all three talk for a while before the bell rings.

•Jeno and heather start walking towards class, talking about some random thing, while u walk slower in the back, basic third wheel style

•you couldn’t stop staring at their interlocked hands.

•u felt bad. Because heather had easily become ur best girl friend

•but u loved her boyfriend

•and u lowkey wanted her to die

•:/

•u felt like this wasn’t fair.

•u had known Jeno far longer than she did

•why did she get him?

•your thoughts silently went on like this for three more months after this incident.

•May 1st.

•every 1st, your group developed a routine of going to this cafe, just down the street from haechans house

•you would all order milkshakes and fries and sometimes burgers or onion rings

•and you would all just have a good time

•you were feeling a lil down today

•heather had told u that her and Jeno kissed for the first time, and said they loved each other

•to make literally all matters worse, she was wearing the sweater Jeno had let u wear, all those months ago

•the pain in ur heart had numbed. It didn’t hurt so bad anymore everytime you saw them w interlocked hands, or w his arm around her, like now, where they sat across from you in the half circle booth.

•you couldn’t stop looking as ur usual waiter, Jane, came up.

•”hey y’all, I hope you don’t mind, but we have a new worker that needs training, and since y’all are so sweet, I figured he could practice on you? Is that okay?” Her sweet southern bell accent made it hard to say no, not that your group of friends would anyway.

•u actually knew Jane quite well. She was in ur grade, and sat next to you in art.

•u loved her honestly

•u also loved how the blush on Haechan’s face increased, and he couldn’t look up to meet the sweet red heads eyes, which were actively looking at the young boy

•ah, young love

•u made a mental note to talk Haechan up to her tomorrow in art (which you texted Haechan under the table, and he looked up at u in surprise with a smile on his face)

•when u looked away from Haechan, up to the new waiter standing in front of you with a shaky voice and nervous eye

•u felt like the air was sucked out of u

•oh my God that’s the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen

•you knew u looked mesmerized

•wide eyes, open mouth

•u looked like jeno, three months ago

•jeno saw this

•he didn’t say anything, but he saw it

•tbh, jeno did like u on december 3rd

•and he was going to tell u he liked u on the first day back, after break

•but heather was,,

•amazing

•the one thing he ever needed

•his soulmate, he thinks

•that didn’t mean he still didn’t care for u

•but when u so willingly befriended heather, he thought u were okay

•so he never questioned it

•but the way you looked at the waiter,,

•he thought you looked mesmerizing

•so he was going to help u, bc u deserved it

•when the waiter got around the table and finally turned to you to ask for ur drink, he locked eyes on u and

•my man dropped his pencil pad

•he got so red, and went to pick it up, but halted when you started giggling at him

•he sent a smile ur way, then went to reach to get the pad

•renjun had liked u since freshman year

•he hated biology, but ur beautiful smile and the way you threw your head back when you laughed made it waayyyy more bearable

•he had never talked to you, and barely saw you when sophomore year came around

•but that didn’t mean he didn’t think abt u

•u were literally always on his mind

•he was so excited for Advanced Art 3 this year

•he had heard there was a lot of portrait drawings

•and he had gotten marked down before for drawing you for assignments when he wasn’t supposed to (not by much doe because they were THAT good)

•so he was excited to freely be able to draw u

•but bruh when he walked in and u were

•THERE

•ugh he was sad

•not that sad tho bc

•u were THERE

•he saw u a lot with the only other girl in ur friend group, so he felt too embarrassed to say hi

•but he promises his bsf, mark, that he would have if u were alone,,,

•all the damn time

•(mark don’t believe him doe, i agree)

•he had never looked directly into ur eyes

•which is why everytime he drew u, he felt like the eyes were wrong

•so wrong

•but he couldn’t place what it was

•but having u look into his eyes now

•my god he was so excited to go home and draw u

•but u,,,u were not excited

•bc wtf just happened

•u,,at the time,,didn’t know u had just met the loyl

•bc u had only ever really liked jeno before

•u decided to push that shit D O W N

•but jeno

•he was like “nah”

•he had said that he wanted to pay, and before anyone could argue (k like anyone would argue) he grabbed the bill and shuffled heather out of the seat so he could get out

•he grabbed her hand and walked towards the cash register, where jane was standing

•when u saw them holding hands it,,weirdly didn’t bother u

•all u could think abt was that beautiful waiters smile

•jeno and heather walked up to jane nd were like

•”jane, 🅱️ls get our waiter, we have to play cupid.”

•renjun: comes out from the kitchen

•jeno: “y/n, the girl sitting over there? yeah, this is her number”

•jeno: slides over the bill, w ur # written on it (he put it in the section that said “Tip_______” bc he thought he was funny. like, ur tip is a whole ass gf)

•renjun: blush

•jeno: “just tell her who u are bc she doesn’t know we’re doing this but we can tell y’all like each other uwu”

•renjun: huh *sweat*

•jeno: “mkay byeyeeeee”

•renjun indeed did text u that night

•after texting mark first (“JAJSNSNDBSBDBD BRUH GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED” “new phone who dis” “MARK DIS IS SERIOUS DIENDJAJSB”)

•and mark coached him through what to say

•so naturally, renjun looked like a fucking idiot

•but u thought it was cute uwu

•and u were sharpening ur ax to literally murder jeno uwu ❤️✨🌙😌

•when renjun asked u if u wanted to go on a date uwu

•and u were like “ummmm yeth”

•u agreed y’all would over the weekend

•but yet

•when u walked into art the next day and bumped into a rando

•and looked up

•and you and renjun locked eyes

•u had a feeling y’all would be hanging out sooner than the weekend

•the thought had u smiling wide while you said hello

fin.

──────── ❝ end ❞

[shadowofthelamp]

Year in Review: Writing

So, I can’t do the ‘year in review’ for art because... yeah, I didn’t really draw that much this year. So I decided to trawl through my writing tag for one favorite piece per month, and a pulled few paragraphs from each! Basically everything here is Zim except for the one tendershipping week thing, lmao, oops.

Some months had slim pickings but I still do like every one of these and it was a nice reflection.

January: Arrival

Her skin was tinted a sickly green, more like decomposing flesh than irken or human. Dib swallowed, but her breathing seemed to be even when he placed a hand to her kind of chubby chest, so that was probably just how their skin colors mixed, right? Besides, the lighting in the lab was always weird. Her mouth was gummy with no teeth yet, but her vocal cords were functioning perfectly. He was going to need hearing aids by his twenties, between her and Zim.

She had four fingers and three toes, which he kind of expected, as well as a nose but no ears. That made sense, if she had antennae, but it was still strange to run his fingers along the sides of her head and just feel smooth skin.

Her eyes… they were Zim’s through and through, deep ruby with the color filling the sclera. Did irkens even have sclera if they only had one color? Under the lab’s lights and mixed with the way everything on her slightly shimmered from the sticky goo she'd been coated in, she was like a section of space stolen into the little room and it took his breath away. The water blurring his vision didn’t help as he wiped it away with his sleeve, shifting her to one arm. She was so small...

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February: WLOD Dib meets Twix, alt version

It’s fascinating, to see what could have gone right. The 1001 here had gangly, underdeveloped limbs, and wispy hair that never quite got clean from the showers. This version wasn’t fat or anything, but definitely had more meat on its bones.

He examined the goggles- peering through them, they altered its vision because they made the lab beyond the ‘glass’ blurry. Curious, very curious. He was about to pop the lens out when it began to stir, tugging at the metal restraints with a clatter.

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March: Zibvoid

He talked to himself.

He talked to himself.

He talked to Zim, who hadn’t said a word since he’d died, but maybe he was just giving him the silent treatment.

Round and round, the generator buzzed like a bee and a hospital and a bug zapper that would draw in prey like flies to a web, except he was the spider now and the Zims were the moths.

Dib. Dib Dib Dib Dib Zim Dibdibdibdibzimdibdibzimdib. The names popped off his tongue as he rolled them both in his mouth, over and over until they didn’t seem like names at all anymore.

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April: Sturdy Branches (I know the date’s different on ao3 but it was first posted April)

Her dad is either singing or talking to himself as he vacuumed inside the house with a sway in his hips. At least you’re pretty sure it’s her dad? You haven’t seen a picture of him or anything, but he’s about the same age as your dad, so he’s too old to be a brother and too young to be a grandpa, and she hasn’t mentioned any uncles. A babysitter, maybe, but that doesn’t really make sense since Tulip isn’t home yet- ah!

She’s talking to someone as she turns the corner, bouncing her backpack. It’s lilac and circular, as well as covered in buttons. The Ranger helmet is in her backpack or still in her locker, but either way, she’s not wearing it anymore. She’s got the boots on, though. You adjust the binoculars a bit, but you aren’t good enough at lip-reading yet to tell what she’s saying. Whatever it is, it’s making the girl she’s talking to laugh. Maybe she’ll tell you tomorrow in class or at lunch if you pull her to sit at your table again. She has more friends at the middle table, but they don’t like sitting next to you after the beetle incident, and she doesn’t seem to mind. She always has a big smile when you start talking, and she’d say something if she didn’t like you, right? Pretty much everybody else does.

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May: Do Something For You (TD spoilers!)

Dib had never really thought ahead to having a family, but she was pretty much everything she’d want in one. She was an assistant and a partner, she was invested in the paranormal, she hated Zim- but on the other hand, she didn’t want him hurt? She seemed weirdly invested in making sure he didn’t get caught, actually. Eh, she’d hit him pretty hard, so it wasn’t like she was opposed to him getting his rightful dues for being an evil space monster.

It was relatively simple- she was just worried if he died then her timeline would be destabilized, which was a decent enough concern. Zim had to be important to his life for years to come, in one way or another. But whatever they were dealing with in the future, it had to be better with Zim out of the way earlier, right?

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June: Unnamed capture au drabble

“Why do you even give me these stupid scripts if you don’t like me doing them?” Dib folded his arms, kneading the ball in his palm. “Just get a robot or something.” He snorted. “I mean, it’d probably break, like half the stuff you touch.”

Zim’s hands curled into fists. “Take that back, you- you- worm!”

Dib quirked an eyebrow. “What, touched a nerve? When I was a kid, half the stuff you made broke, it’s just a fact. You only conquered Earth because this place is a trash heap and your garbage is slightly better than ours.” Over a year in Zim’s presence without too many galling injuries and a lifetime of not being able to keep his mouth shut made him bold. “Honestly, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re probably broken yoursel-” He was cut off with a Pak leg aimed directly at his throat, prodding in just deep enough to draw a drop of blood down the alien metal.

Zim’s eyes were narrowed, but something was watering on the edges, and Dib swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing just below the leg’s tip.

“Zim. Is. Not. Broken.”

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July: Laughter

Ryou couldn't stand the lights on one minute and then hated having them off the next. The shadows bled from the way the light reflected off the couch, how it seemed to devour the wall behind it, and he swore he could still hear the voice in his mind. (Was that himself? Had he started thinking of himself as a separate voice? It had been ages since he'd really been alone, even though anyone outside him would have wondered about the boy who talked to his reflection like it was an old friend.)

He wished he could talk to Ryou. Ryou who had seemed so pliable as a child but had proved entertaining, a match for the fire, (heh, fire, even though it wasn't that funny, in fact, it wasn't funny at all, but what did he have but jokes? it wasn't like he could cry anymore) who carved out rules for use of the body with gritted teeth and tugged at the rope of the Ring so hard it had chafed his neck. He'd respected him. From a soft child, he'd hardened and grown firm, grown powerful, grown to be worthy. What were the odds fate had given him a chance at the same time someone had handed a young Yugi the box with the Puzzle? A roll of the dice. (The Gods having a last laugh, perhaps..)

Ryou dug his nails into the wood of the desk so hard that it made crescents, tiny moons in the umber that dug splinters into his pale fingers. The little model of the Thief King sat, as he always did, half-hidden on his shelf behind the pieces of Zorc. He'd never bothered to glue the monster back together but felt oddly reluctant to just incinerate the figures and be done with them. Both of them. Either of them. Maybe he just didn't want to pretend it had never happened. (Maybe he was worried he'd forget, thoughts and memories swept away by the sands of time, trickling down the hourglass, minute by minute, day by day, as he aged the way the Spirit had never been allowed to.)

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August: New Mission

It had been a month.

Nebula Twix had survived. She’d had to be popped into the healing pod when she had an allergic reaction to the oatmeal Dib had tried to feed her when it had inflamed her spooch, and Gir had tried to eat her head the one second Zim’s back had been turned, and she made goo from both ends a lot, but otherwise, she was perfectly fine!

And with that, Zim had come to a crossroads. It seemed that he was, indeed, in this for the long heel. (He was pretty sure that was the phrase. Humans liked large feet and large boots, so it made sense.) He could either continue to keep her a secret, or he could pass on his success to the Tallests.

Creating slaves out of the species marked for invasion was pretty common- something like 85% of invaders did it. But creating hybrids? That number was much lower. (Besides, they were usually disposed of as soon as the invasion was complete.) And irkens having those hybrids from their own bodies, and not just mixing them out of genetic slurry and quickly aging them up in time-fields? Almost completely unheard of. Zim was the pioneer in that area.

Also, having smeets from one’s body may have been a tad illegal, considering how hard it had been to find good information and judging from the fact that all irkens found to do it were brought in for experimentation. But no matter! Zim was nothing if not very, very good at things few other irkens dared to do, ready to drive the Empire forward by any means possible. They would have to appreciate that!

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September: Twix finds out she’s pregnant

Secondary life-form detected, the chamber chimed.

“Oh, gross, I’ve got a tapeworm? Well, flush it out.” Twix rolled her eyes, going back to the computer.

Lifeform has elements of Pak user.

Her finger froze on the ‘b’ key. “It… what? Analyze species origin.”

The chamber hummed around Twix as sweat dripped down the skin of her neck. There was a tiny 'ding!’ like a kitchen timer.

Lifeform is too underdeveloped to make more than approximations, but is roughly 25% irken and 75% Dominant Earth Species.

Her scream rattled the walls.

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October: Best-Laid Plans

“Of course, Number One.” Two turned his head slightly, and Dib jolted- he hadn’t directly commanded him to do that. “Your plan is perfect.” He blinked slowly- much slower than most Zims. Most Zims were utterly manic, back and forth and back and forth, loud and brutal and dangerous, but Two- Two had always worshiped him. Maybe even more than the rest. It had been nice, to be admired so heavily. Two had adored the personal attention when he was turned into an errand boy.

Dib might miss him.

He shook that thought out of his head, gripping both sides of Two’s face with his index finger and thumb, nails (not claws, they weren’t claws) digging into the cheeks.

“You belong to me.” Two didn’t respond, and Dib dug in a little further.  Irken skin was thicker than a human’s, with a single drop of pink blood oozing over Dib’s fingernail and leaving a barely-perceptible damp trail. “Respond. Who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Number One.”

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November: Desperation (warning if you click through for impalement)

Dib’s lips were on Zim’s before he even knew what he was doing. “You’re not dying on me, you little bastard,” he hissed, fumbling to hold up the body as Zim nearly coughed blood directly into Dib’s mouth. It was salty and sweet all in one, but Dib couldn’t linger on the taste. Zim’s fingers grasped at his shirt, and Dib took that as a sign that it was working, pressing their lips together hard enough to bruise the capillaries.  

There was a click. Dib breathed in blood and out carbon dioxide, sputtering and swallowing it down so Zim wouldn’t die like this-

Something red-hot and metallic climbed over his arm before digging into his spine, and he realized that the body had gone entirely limp before there was electricity and then there was nothing.

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December: Freak

Twix grit her teeth. “How am I supposed to trust you if you’ll just- just do that?”

“How am I supposed to drop my whole social life because you can’t help being the weirdest person in school?” Tulip shot back. “I do care about you, but it’s so, so hard sometimes, because you just don’t know how to act, and sometimes I’m sick of waiting for you to play catchup just because your parents are the town freaks!” She slapped her hands over her mouth and took a step back.

Twix’s eye twitched under her goggles. “At least they’re freaks that love me. I’ll see you tomorrow, third period.”

“Twix-”

“I said,” Twix said through gritted teeth, “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get out before I reactivate the security.”

Tulip got out, and Twix buried her face in a couch pillow and screamed.