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Family Day

part 4 of rivals

the team gets to spend their day off with their families. during her first major tournament, how well can spending time with her family actually go for Jo?

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I frowned as I noticed Christie entering the mess hall. I knew that she had plans to spend today with her family. The entire team had their own plans. It was going to be one of the only days we would have to actually spend time with our families. But neither Rylie or Reece were with Christie.

My eyes followed her as she only grabbed a coffee and some fruit. I continued to watch her as she moved to sit at the table with me.

“No breakfast plans?”

I shrugged at that. I really didn’t have much in the way of plans for the day.

“You’re here too. And without the girls?”

“They spent the night with Chris.”

I nodded at that. It didn’t fully surprise me. We had celebrated last night that we had taken the top of our group.

“When are you meeting your family?”

“Most of my family gets up later, so it’ll be a little before lunch.”

“You guys have any plans?”

I shook my head. This was only my second time in Canada. It wasn’t like there was anything that I was really just dying to do while I was here. Just having an off day sounded amazing to me.

“What about you? You doing anything special?” I asked.

Christie shrugged.

“We’ll probably take the girls out. Do something fun with them for the day.”

That sounded nice. Maybe when I got home after the World Cup was over, my family could go do something together.

“I’ll find something to do. I’m not too picky about what I do.”

“You sure you’ll be okay, kid?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Christie nodded before she got up. I watched her as she threw her empty coffee cup away and put the plate up. I picked at my food a bit more before finishing up. It was finally nearing ten, so I knew that Becky wasn’t likely to be in our room anymore.

I had a bit of time to kill after all. Spending that time just watching whatever I could find on TV wasn’t that bad of an idea either.

It felt like way too soon after turning on the TV did my laptop ring. I was quite quick to slide into the chair in front of the laptop as I accepted the call. I forced the grin on my face at the sight of every crammed in front of the computer.

What I could see wasn’t anything surprising. Everyone arguing and pushing to try to get to the camera.

“Dude, you have to give me Alex Morgan’s number.”

My shoulders slumped forward at Stevie’s words. It definitely wasn’t what I had expected to be greeted with. I shouldn’t have been too surprised by the lack of acknowledgment. After all, I had been used to my own achievements being overshadowed by everyone else.

“That’s gross, dude,” Delilah chimed in.

My eyes darted around the screen. I didn’t see the one face I was really looking forward to.

“Has Marley not made it yet?”

I knew my eldest sister and her family would be getting in later because of work, but I had assumed that I would at least get to talk to them.

“Sorry that none of us can be Sky,” Joni said. I rolled my eyes at that. It wasn’t like we all didn’t have our own favorites in the family. “You only like her so much because she worships the ground you walk on.”

That wasn’t true. Sky was my favorite thanks to the fact that she was the one person in the family who had ever acknowledged me outside of my achievements, and I, in turn, had made sure she wasn’t forgotten in our huge family.

“The goal against Nigeria was beautiful.” I perked up at Dad’s words. “It was so smart of Abby to get up and use her foot rather than her head.”

I sighed as I slid down in my seat. Of course, my own goals in the tournament would be overlooked.

“I scored too,” I quietly added. Everyone on the opposite side of the screen went quiet.

“Neither of your goals were the winning goal though, were they?” Dad asked. I clenched my jaw at that. It didn’t matter if I broke open the scoring or not because the number of goals mattered during the group stages. “And stop fidgeting. Thought you would have broken that habit by now. I really hope you don’t do that when you’re in an actual press conference for the whole world to see.”

I froze in my chair. I hadn’t even realized that I had been moving. But leave it to Dad to focus on the negatives instead of the positives.

“They’re not going to start me in a World Cup match. I’m sixteen,” I stuttered out. “Everyone on the team has more years of experience than me. They’ve all been through college. I’m still in high school. Of course, I’m only going to come on as a sub.”

“You think they’re even gonna play you now that the games are win or die?” Mick asked. “You couldn’t even show up for the U-20 Final. If all the other players have this much more experience than you and you couldn’t show up then, then why would anyone trust you to show up now?”

I didn’t have an answer to that. I knew that my teammates trusted me. After all, I had been proving that I deserved to be here over the last year. I knew that Jill wanted me to have the experience because, so long as she was still with the team, she wanted me to have a bigger role with the team going forward. Especially with so many players we knew would probably be retiring after this year.

Not only that but learning how to take that loss and come back from it had been a good thing for me to learn. Especially considering I was at the World Cup a year later.

But now, I couldn’t help but feel as if Mick was right. What proof did the team really have that they could trust me in these next games?

We didn’t have a bad game during the World Cup Qualifiers. I couldn’t go with the team to Brazil at the end of the year for the tournament thanks to it interfering with finals, so there’s no way to know how I would have reacted to the loss against Brazil.

“They’ll trust her cause she’s Aunt Jo!”

I sat up a little straighter as everyone on the opposite side moved to look behind them. It gave me just enough room to see Sky as she marched forward toward the computer. I couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped my lips when she stopped in front of Mick before kicking him in the shin.

Mom immediately turned to scold Mick as he let out of string of cuss words. Sky ignored them both as she weaseled her way to the front.

“Cause Aunt Jo’s gonna be the very best one day.” Sky beamed up at me through the computer. “And if she’s gonna be the best one day, why wouldn’t they show how good she already is?”

“You’re only saying that because she’s the only one who will practice with you,” Elvis said.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“No! Aunt Jo’s a lot better than you are. I don’t see you playing at a major tournament.”

Sky did have Elvis there. Mick and Elvis both enjoyed playing football. Neither were overall stunning players though. They were decent but I doubted that either of them would continue to play in college.

“The goals were amazing, Aunt Jo,” Sky said as she turned her attention to me. “The way you made the Australian defender fall? You’ll have to teach me how you did that.”

Sky was talking about how I had gotten a one-on-one chance against Steph Catley, and I was just able to get Catley to trip which had given me the one-on-one opportunity against Australia's keeper. When it was just me and the keeper, there wasn’t a high chance that I would miss.

“Well, how about I show you how to do it and what a World Cup medal looks like when I get back?”

“Yeah! Mom, we gotta be here when Aunt Jo gets back from Canada!”

Honestly the call went much better now that Sky was there. She refused to let anyone else say anything bad about me and she was actually interested in hearing about what was happening. It wasn’t surprising to me as everyone else just started to gradually leave the view of the computer until it was just Sky and I talking.

But the end of the call came all too soon. I said my goodbyes to the family as they promised to call again throughout the tournament. With the end of the call, I realized just how small my room was feeling right now.

I was quick to change and headed down to the pool. It was probably the only place I could go right now where I could be by myself but still not leave the hotel. I knew that most of the team was due back soon anyways.

I wasn’t wrong. It had maybe been an hour or two after I had initially gotten into the pool that the team started to return. It wasn’t surprising that the team had also started to hang around the pool. We didn’t actually have anything to do until dinner, Jill just wanted us back by four.

I didn’t mind the others coming to hang around the pool even though they all talked about what they had done with their families for the day. It wasn’t until Christie had spoken up that all eyes had turned to me.

“How long have you been in the pool?” Christie asked me.

I shrugged at that. I didn’t really want to tell her.

“Jo.” I looked up to meet Christie’s eyes. “How long have you been in the pool?”

“Couple of hours.”

It wasn’t that big of a deal. I just knew that all of my teammates would make it out to be though.

“I thought you were going to spend time with your family.”

My eyes followed Christie as she bent down next to the pool.

“Did they not show?”

“We talked for a couple of hours,” I said with a shrug as I suddenly found everything much more interesting than my teammates. “I’d rather just have a day off to be honest.”

“Your family didn’t spend your off time with you?”

My eyes flickered to the pool chair that Alyssa was sitting on.

“They’re not here.”

The entire room went silent as everyone took in what I said.

“They’re not in Vancouver,” Alyssa started, “but they’ll be in Edmonton, right?”

I shook my head at that. My family wouldn’t be able to come to Canada at all. It sucked, but I also understood it.

“Did anyone in your family come to support you?”

I shook my head at Alyssa’s question before I tilted my head. I watched as what little sliver of hope Alyssa had left broke. I wasn’t so sure why she had hoped that any of my family was here.

“We can’t afford it.”

There was a beat of silence again. Then the entire room exploded with noise.

“What do you mean they can’t afford it!”

“You’re playing in the World Cup!”

“Don’t they care enough to support you?”

“What about the money you’ve made with the national team?”

None of the questions really helped. I just wished that none of them had gotten involved.

Once it got quiet enough that the others could actually hear me, I shrugged.

“I have 12 older siblings. My family just can’t afford to come all the way to Canada. They want to, but they just can’t,” I said. I pulled myself up out of the pool as I sat next to Christie who moved to let her legs dangle into the water. “The money I’ve made with my national team spot has been used for bills. We’re not poor, but it’s been really helpful to get ahead of mortgage and car payments.”

“And those are more important than coming to support your daughter?”

I shrugged at Christen’s outrage. I mean, I understood it. They were still able to support me at home, so it didn’t matter that much to me.

“Next family day, you’re coming with me,” Alyssa declared as she sat down to my left. I immediately shook my head at that. “You won’t be crashing it. Besides my mom would kill me if she found out that a sixteen-year-old didn’t have her family up here and I didn’t invite said teenager to join us.”

“You really don’t have to. I’ll be fine by myself.”

Alyssa shook her head.

“Nope. It’s already decided. Next family day, you’re coming with me. Trust me, the Naehers will accept you like one of their own. It’s really no problem.”

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a startling realization pt2

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Summary: Oakley finally finds the words to explain what he's been feeling for you, but the sudden reappearance of someone from his immediate past threatens to dampen the mood. And ruin any progress he's had toward becoming more with you.

Pairing: Oakley x Reader

Word Count: 5.2k (get some drinkies ready)

Warning/s: angy boi Oakley at the elderly (she had it coming); bit of angst; language (like maybe 2 cuss words) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: only one bed trope at the end; special guest Hiddles character mentioned; jealous and clingy Oakley hours

Note to self: Find a massive care package for Y/N's sister to thank her for the new dresses, Oakley typed away at his phone, giving himself a reminder as he looked outside the cafe to where you were seated, admiring the way today's wine-colored dress made you look like a doll. Every dress the last few days did, and it always gave him the perfect opportunity to offer you his jacket if ever you started getting chills during your classes.

It was a rare beautifully sunny morning, and he told you to find a seat outside, beat the rest of the customers to it. He'd take care of ordering for the both of you. Much as he still didn't consider himself a morning person in the least, these hours he got to spend with you before your first class for the day made it well worth the adjustment. Especially today, that he was blessed with the vision of the morning light bathing you in such an ethereal glow.

You were more than a doll today, you were an angel. At the risk of blaspheming any deity out there, he might even call you a goddess.

It was just too bloody bad for him that other men were beginning to notice the change in your appearance, too. Some frat boys blatantly ogling you and nudging their mates to get a good eyeful as well, others even being so bold that they outright approached you to tell you how nice you'd been looking this week. While he was visibly in your company, no less.

And then…there was the worst of them all, at least to him. Your thesis advisor. Professor Laing. Who saw you even before your sister's intervention. Who showered you with admittedly well-deserved praises for being one of the brightest amongst his students.

Who saw you for everything you were worth even before Oakley himself did because he was so caught up in enjoying his life as a boy, that he didn't realize that a better life could have been waiting for him as a man.

Who was standing outside by your table, chatting it up with you with that blinding grin of his that he seemed to only have for you. Every other student in your year only ever got that menacing grimace as if he was lambasting every word that came out their mouth. No one dared approach him to become their thesis adviser, but for you…for you the professor approached you himself. Saved you the trouble of lining up with everyone else on the faculty and fighting your classmates for slots.

You were the only one he took on.

This was definitely a new emotion, the pounding in his chest, the furious breaths he was taking through his nose as he watched the two of you outside. Before there was only a mild irritation whenever he took notice of how much nicer the otherwise grouchy professor was to you. But now? Now it felt as if someone lit a fire under his arse. Now his insides were writhing with something he'd rarely, if ever, dealt with before.

Jealousy.

Laing made a motion as if to take the seat across from you, and from what he could see of your face, you seemed apologetic, explaining to him that it was already taken. "Yes, that's right, the seat's mine, you pompous wanker," Oakley muttered under his breath, forcing a civil thin line of a smile across his face when the older man looked into the cafe, his own bright smile fading into its signature grimace before he nodded at both of you, before saying something else to you, briefly touching your shoulder, and crossing the street toward the campus proper.

The elderly lady at the register cleared her throat, motioning for him to step forward. "A fry up with the works and a cup of decaf," he said absentmindedly, browsing the lineup of pastries for something down your alley.

"And for your girlfriend, dearie?"

The word felt like a jolt of electricity all over his body, all the way to the tips of his fingers. The roots of his hair.. "Erm, she's not my girlfriend, but I'll get two of those jalapeño cheese puffs, a lemon bar, and your largest iced coffee as well."

"Could've fooled me, dearie," she shot back at him. "The way you looked at her, your pupils might as well be heart-shaped." He handed her his credit card when she told him the total, his mind still fixating on that word.

Did he want that for you? Was he ready to put your friendship on the line for the chance of becoming something…more? How would you react if he told you he'd been thinking about you endlessly since he got back from Italy? Was he ready for the possibility of you rejecting him?

Did everyone that saw him in the last few days know what was going on in his mind whenever he looked at you? Was he that much of an open book that literal strangers could decipher him so easily?

And if strangers had read him within moments…had you read him, too?

"She's my friend," he said softly, the words fighting against him as if it hurt him to say. "How am I supposed to tell her--"

"I've been here quite a while, dearie," the lady cut him off. "And I've seen all kinds of stories play out in this here cafe. You're not the first ladykiller I've seen wanting to go down the reformation route, and you certainly won't be the last. I'll tell you what I've told every single one before you. You can't go about thinking about how to tell her, if you don't even know the words yourself yet. Once you can tell yourself how you feel about this girl, that's the only time you can start even thinking about how you're going to woo her."

Oakley began to stew over more questions, starting with whether he even knew for himself quite yet these feelings he was having for you. How long would it take for him to know what they were? Where would he even start to find the words?

What if someone else found his words faster? Told you before he ever could? Or even worse…

What if someone else already knew how he felt, and could articulate those feelings better than Oakley ever could his own? Someone who had years of experience on him, and was so visibly smitten with you, it was almost endearing that you hadn't ever noticed it?

"What if I tell her and it's already too late? Or she doesn't feel the same?" What if all she'll ever see in me is the randy scoundrel that juggled two affairs in Italy?

"Then at least you would have told her. Letting your words remain unsaid will weigh down on you your whole life. Until they burst out of you. Or they crush you."

The sound of the service bell from the kitchen effectively stopped the conversation dead in its tracks, leaving Oakley to process the sage woman's words as she brought the tray to him.

"Enjoy your breakfast, dearie. And your company."

Before he lifted the tray, he snuck a glance at your seat again, his blood going cold when he caught sight of the woman walking away from your table. He hadn't seen her face, not completely, just a glimpse of the side of her face.

That was all he needed, though. He knew that frame, so well that it made him uneasy. Anna.

Once he made his way to you, there was a faraway look in your eyes, repeatedly scanning the same page on your notes as if nothing was sinking in. "Y/N…"

You started in your seat, looking a bit like a cartoon as you shook your head rapidly to get out of whatever thoughts were running through your head. Then your mouth stretched into a strained smile again. Just like the night he got back.

The unsettling pit in his stomach returned, a mixture of shame and fear flooding him now that a part of what he wanted to leave in the past had followed him and found its way to you. He couldn't help himself anymore, he reached across the table and took your hand in his, desperately trying to close the steadily growing distance he was feeling between you two.

"Y/N what's wrong? That woman that was just here what did she--"

"She's quite lovely," you told him, your strained smile unwavering as your eyes flickered to your joint hands. "Just wanted to check up on you since she couldn't call your mobile anymore. You really shouldn't let the people that care about you worry like that, Oakley."

You returned your focus to your notes, pulling your hand away from his to trace along your line of sight on the piece of paper, and at the same time deflating him of any hope that he had that perhaps you two would have a rather pleasant morning. Simply joking around and roaming about the campus until it was time for your classes together.

He was hoping that maybe today you would be open to the idea of having dinner with him. He would dress all nice and bring you to one of those frilly restaurants with wait staff and fancy wine glasses. Before you two would pick up some pizza for your all-nighter at his apartment.

Any hopes of today having any form of levity faded into nothing all because Anna wasn't one to let go. She'd tried to impose herself into Oakley's life and when she failed, she instead drove you away from him.

His panic worsened when you placed your things in your book bag, only throwing a cursory glance at the tray he'd brought out. No no, please don't leave, he wanted to plead with you. Beg you if he needed to. Don't take my light away. My home.

"Wait…Y/N, where are you going?" He couldn't find it in him to speak any louder, the lump in his throat making it hard to even breathe. Please stay.

"Professor Laing passed by while you were inside. Told me his schedule's cleared up for the day and I won't have to wait until after lunch to consult with him about my thesis." His chest felt a sharp pinch at your monotonous answer, not even a hint of your usually playful tone present. Like you were just trying to get out with as little fuss as possible.

"But…" he uttered, his voice barely a whisper. Maybe even a whimper. "What about breakfast?" he asked you lamely. "I got your favorites." Please stay.

The smile you gave him now was mirthless. Civil. "If I hurry perhaps I can find that lady friend of yours. She could join you, have a lovely morning together."

"No, no, Y/N stop." He placed his hands over yours, grabbing hold of your book bag for dear life. The words he was biting back from before began to spill out. "She doesn't mean anything to me. Just…just…please? Sit and we'll just finish our meal together and I can walk you to Laing's office myself." Please stay. Stay with me.

"She might not mean anything to you," you muttered, your hands stilling when his thumbs began to stroke the inside of your wrists, the gesture a touch too intimate for the two of you. "But clearly you mean something to her. She went all this way to see you--"

"That's obsession, Y/N, not affection. She doesn't care about me. Not in the ways that matter." Not like how I care about you. "Please?" he tried again. "Breakfast? Then straight to Laing's office. No detours, no distractions." And no ghosts from my past trying to drive a wedge between us.

He finally felt like he could breathe again when you sat back down on your seat, taking a bite from your puff pastry with a ghost of a smile playing on your lips when the cheese and jalapeño hit your taste buds. "You weren't kidding when you said you picked out my favorites," you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand while you spoke. "Thank you."

"You know I've always been curious what is it about those pastries that you love so much. The lemon bars I understand. Coffee…I've accepted we'll never be on the same page with that--"

"To you, Goldie, it's a necessary evil. To me, it's like petrol to a car," you explained to him. "I need it if I want to function properly. Now as for these pastries…" You cut a small piece from your pastry, making a motion to hand the fork over to him. "Since you bought today's breakfast, I think it's only right that I share and help you satisfy your curiosity."

The Anna-shaped cloud that hung over your heads seemed to have been shoo'd away. At least for now. Oakley made a note to have a word with her if she was still hanging around campus after he walked you to your session with Laing.

For now he was more than content to enjoy the moment with you, wrapping his comparatively larger hand around your wrist and holding the fork in place. Then he held your gaze as he closed his lips around the tines, offering you a little smirk as he handed you back your now empty fork.

The remainder of breakfast passed quickly. Too quickly, if he was being completely honest with himself. Before he knew it he was already walking you toward your thesis adviser's office, once again fighting against the urge to wrap his hand around yours. To lace your fingers together.

"Alright so…I'll see you later tonight then." Your words violently yanked him back to the present moment. Tonight? "All nighter? Our thesis portfolios?" Your face fell for a fraction of a moment before stretching into that smile that now instilled the fear of God in him. He never wanted to have to see you smile like that again. To wear a mask around him. "But if you're going to be catching up with your lady friend I totally understand, we can always reschedule--"

"I'm not," he cut you off, frantically placing his hands on your shoulders. Part of him was fearful that if he didn't, you would have just slipped away. "Of course we're still on for tonight. I just--Won't I see you in class?" He was tripping over his own words, trying to get them out fast enough that you'd know he was far from wanting to cancel plans with you.

In fact he wanted to make more plans with you, if he could.

"Oh…right…" you said in an exhale, your features twisting into a sheepish expression. "Tiny thing…I took the exception exams. And I passed. I'm pretty much done with--Well, everything, really. Except this portfolio. I technically don't have to attend any more classes unless I just want to be a nuisance to our instructors. Or annoy the living daylights out of you."

There was another pinch in his chest as the information sunk in. Now he was going to have even less time with you? He must have pissed off some deity of confused and conflicted emotions, because they were making it increasingly difficult for him to find the time with you so he could make sense of what exactly it was he was feeling.

Why every time he saw you all he wanted was to have you right next to him. To put his arm around you, not even to tell every onlooker that you were with him, but rather just to feel you there with him.

Why the moment you parted ways all he could think about was when he would see you again, his thumbs hovering over the buttons on his mobile, itching to send you a message. To make plans for the next day. For the weekend.

For after graduation, wherever that would take you.

"That's…that's wonderful news, Y/N. Truly. No one in our class has worked harder than you. No one deserves a breather more. I'll see you tonight, then."

He wanted to place a kiss on your forehead. Or perhaps your cheek. But the fear set in again that if he did, that was a bell he couldn't unring, and he wasn't even fully aware what bell it even was to begin with. So instead he handed you his jacket instead, draping it over your shoulders.

"In case you get cold."

There was a glimmer of something in your eye before you gave him a soft, warm smile, the kind that started to show that little dimple in your cheek. A real smile. The kind he'd been dreaming about seeing on your face when he pulled away after kissing you.

"Thanks, Goldie. Try not to take a nap during the lectures."

He stayed at the bottom of the steps leading up to the Faculty of English building until you'd made your way inside, offering him a tiny wave before the doors closed. There were words at the tip of his tongue, itching to be said, that was pure uncharted territory for him.

The mere thought of commitment scared the living daylights out of him; this wasn't his forte. Never had been. He wasn't the kind that thought about cleaning his apartment and making room in his drawers and counters for your things. The kind that only thought about spending the foreseeable future with one woman and deleting every other contact in his phone that he'd collected over the years for short lived flings.

He wasn't the type that planned for the long haul, the kind that wanted to be someone's husband.

And yet for you…he wanted to be that type of man. He wanted to go on an adventure with you that wouldn't last a few fleeting days.

The sound of Eric and Marcus chuckling as he approached the lecture halls brought him back to the present, his blood turning cold when he saw who it was they were laughing with.

"Oh look there he is! Oaks! Look who popped by for a visit." Marcus waved him over, Eric making crude gestures behind both him and Anna. There was an unease in the older woman's eyes as he approached, as if part of her knew that coming here, finding some out of left field manner to insert herself into his life, had crossed a line in the sand that he'd never thought of drawing.

In truth he'd thought that the boundaries were implicit enough when they all parted ways a week ago. He was wrong.

"What're you doing here, Anna?" There was no warmth in his tone, her smile immediately dropping when she realized that he wouldn't be one for niceties. Not anymore.

"I--Well my calls weren't coming through and I'd begun to worry and since I was traveling and passing by the area--"

"Well then isn't that sweet, Oaks, the lovely Anna here was worried about you--"

"Too worried," he butted in again, the grim and unimpressed expression on his face unmoving. "So you came here to…what then, exactly? Did you have hopes of starting back up what never should have been back in Italy?"

"Oakley, darling, why are you like this--"

"I'm not your darling," he snarled, his nostrils flaring with the anger starting to boil up inside him. There's only one woman I wish to call me that and she barely even wishes to look at me since you invaded our morning. "I made mistakes on that getaway and I have to live with those memories. But I don't appreciate when those memories are trying to once again be present in my life while I'm trying to build for my future."

"Your future?" she repeated, scoffing. "That quaint little thing outside the cafe? I met her. She seems like a nice enough girl. Smells awfully familiar. But Oakley you don't possibly think a girl trying to build her own life would want to already be shackled down by something as defining as being 'your future'? Girls like Y/N--"

"Don't you dare say her name," he cut her off, the older woman immediately clamping her mouth shut. "You don't get to talk about her and belittle her as if she's something beneath you." He stepped closer, standing at his full height and imposing herself in her personal space. "Perhaps I didn't make it clear enough what the boundaries were when we all parted ways, and that's on me. But I'm going to make them clear now. Italy and boyish trysts and letting women barely more than strangers cling to me affectionately? That is firmly in my past. And I won't respond with kindness to anyone that tries to go against my wishes. Am I clear enough now?"

She could barely meet his eyes, fidgeting in place like she was trying to fight against the instinct to back away. But she insisted on her own convictions. "Y-You're young, you-you don't possibly know what or who you want yet, you need g-guidance--"

"I know who I want and it's not you." He'd begun to raise his voice, passersby stopping in their tracks and turning their heads to watch the commotion. "This will be the last time I repeat myself. What happened in Italy is my past. And there is only room for one woman in my future. And you met her outside the cafe. Must I make myself any clearer for you?" She shook her head mutely, already shuffling away to the side.

"I-I understand," she stammered. "I hope she'll make you happy."

"She will," he shot back without missing a beat. "If she even gives me a chance after whatever it is you might have told her." She gave him a single nod, waving a final goodbye to his friends before awkwardly stepping further backward and away from them. "One more thing, Anna. It'd be wise for you to lose my number. I had yours blocked. That's why your calls weren't going through." Her face fell even further, eyes misting over. "At the very least you deserve some semblance of closure. There you go."

He walked away before she or anyone else could say anything further, the faint sound of his mates giving her a haphazard goodbye registering in his ears before he heard their heavy stomping footsteps as they caught up to him.

"Bit cold, Oaks."

"She wasn't getting the hint," he deadpanned. "Coulda been nicer, I'll admit that. But I also coulda been worse. Considering she was beginning to belittle Y/N like that."

"So…Y/L/N, huh?" Marcus queried, trying to change the course of the conversation. "Got your whole life with her all planned out and everything?"

"Yep. Y/N," he answered, unable to help the smile that stretched across his face even saying your name. "And maybe not everything. Not yet. All I know is wherever I'm going, I wanna be going there with her. No one else."

"Well, mate, it's about bloody time," Eric quipped, clapping both his hands on Oakley's shoulders. "Slight problem…doesn't she kinda see you as just…oh I don't know, a friend?"

"Yeah…I was hoping you two could take a pause from your dick wetting trips in Sorority Row and help me with that. Make her see me as something other than…well, whatever the fuck she's seen since Freshman Year." He felt so awkward even admitting it to these two. He needed help with a girl. No. A woman.

Quite possibly the last woman, if things went his way.

The sound of the egg timer going off jolted you and Oakley out of your last review session for the night, handing each other back the articles you'd been peer-reviewing for the past half hour. "Goldie, you know you were supposed to critique these, right? I'm finding no marks on any of these."

"That's because I couldn't find any parts to critique," he answered. He couldn't help but smile watching your mouth form into a pout at his words, brows furrowing as your eyes scanned the page, no doubt critiquing your own work now. He grabbed the ultra-fine tip dark green pen from your hand before it could touch the paper. "Your work is concise, and yet offers explanations where needed without going on for too long. There's no part that felt it went on for ages or needed more meat to it. My honest opinion? Your works are borderline perfect even Laing would be proud."

You let out a little hmph, looking over the pages again. "Funny that Laing said nearly the same thing," you muttered, shaking your head at the words you were scanning over. "But there has to be something--"

"Y/N," he cut you off, giving a gentle but firm tug to the papers to get them out of your hands. "If even Professor Stick in the Mud Immovable Object Laing said that it's perfect as it is, take the win and just use the rest of your time to…I don't know, kick back? Get some sleep? You're beginning to get bags under your eyes and if they go any further you can start carrying your books around in them."

He reached over to trace the curved line under your eyes with his finger to emphasize his point, causing you to break out into that lilting laugh that he adored from you. You swatted away his hand, sticking your tongue out at him. "You just want me to stop working on mine so I can help you with yours."

Oakley only responded with holding his hands up in surrender, giving you a slight shrug. "Only partly guilty as charged, darling." He bit the inside of his cheek at the endearment that slipped out. It felt too natural, rolling off his tongue with as much ease as his next breath. "Rest first. Then if I get another batch of red pages from Professor Adams I'll ask for your help. I wanna at least try to get through this without calling in the cavalry."

"The Cavalry…" you repeated, drawling out each syllable as a your smile grew even wider. Brighter. "How flattering." You stretched your arms upward, finally letting out a yawn. The fabric of your pajama top rose to expose your stomach from the motion, making you quickly put your arms down when the cold air hit your skin. "So erm…like always? Help me with the couch?"

Your ask brought to surface a rather unfortunate circumstance. "Right, about the couch…Eric stayed over a couple days ago, absolutely shit-faced and…" He made a motion to simulate throwing up, making your face scrunch up in terror. "I haven't gotten around to seeing if I can get it cleaned yet--"

"Cleaned?!" you shrieked, horror coloring your features when you realized that all he'd done was wipe away the sick, turn the cushion to the other side, and spray a mix of Febreze and bleach to the area. "Oakley, if I were you, I'd use that shiny trust fund that you're trying to deplete faster than it earns interest into throwing this one out and getting an entirely new couch."

"I'll work on getting it cleared out of here first thing in the morning," he swore, making you break out into a smile when he held up his hand in a scout's honor. "You can go ahead and crash in my room, and I'll take the couch tonight. I'm really sorry I didn't tell you earlier, it completely slipped my mind--"

"Nonsense, I'm not kicking you out of your own bedroom, Goldie. And making you sleep on cushions with dried up sick in it is just cruel and unusual punishment, I won't stand for it." You stood from your seat at the table, putting your things away in your book bag. "I appreciate the offer, but if this is the hand we've been dealt, then maybe we won't be able to stick to the usual schedule of an all-nighter tonight. How's about I head back to my dorm and I'll just swing by in the morning--"

"Y/N have you lost your lid, it's dark out," he blurted out, panic rising in him at the thought of you going out and walking back at this hour. "Well after dark, actually. Most of the lights outside have been shut off since the shops closed hours ago."

You huffed out a long breath, placing your hands on your hips and wracking your brain for another solution. "Well then if this is the hand that we're dealt, I suppose we'll have to sleep at the very edges of your bed, then."

He nearly choked on his own spit. "Pardon?" The same bed? With you? He might just lose out on every urge to hold you in his arms through the night. Or kiss you.

"I don't know, it's the only idea coming to me short of me sleeping on the rug--"

"You're not sleeping on the ground," he said sternly, his tone visibly taking you aback. "Pick a side then, right or left?"

"Right," you answered him after a few beats.

Oakley hadn't slept a wink that night, whereas you had no issues slipping right into slumber within minutes of easing yourself into your side of the bed, unwittingly giving him the most vivid glimpse into what a life, a future with you would be like. Especially when just under an hour after your breathing had evened out, you rolled on to your side and your sleeping form had draped your arm across his stomach, snuggling into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

His breath caught in his throat, trying to fight the tears that pricked in the back of his eyes as more visions of what your life together could look like. As the words that he stomped back down his throat every time they threatened to come out finally stumbled clumsily from his lips the moment he placed his arm around you, tracing along your cheekbone with his other hand.

"I love you," he whispered, taking every ounce of his strength not to press a kiss to the tip of your nose, settling for tracing his finger along the bridge of it instead. "I don't know what I want for the rest of my life yet, but I know who I want to be there with me for the journey and it's you. It can only ever be you."

He pressed a ghost of a kiss to your forehead, holding you close as you slept through the night. All the while he was making a list in his head of arrangements to make for after graduation. For his future. And perhaps, if you felt the same, your future together.

Starting with a two-bedroom apartment for the two of you to move into once you were finished with this final semester.

A/N: A sequel to this story is already up for y'all to enjoy in the form of 'just another memory', so we all already know what becomes of Oakley and Reader in this story 🥹 Also there won't be anything that becomes of Reader and ✨Professor Laing✨…at least not the Reader from this story, because she's already very much down bad for Goldie Long Legs

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Looking out for her

Abby Anderson x fem! reader

Summary: you were tired and you missed your girlfriend so safe to say you were not in the mood today. When Mel starts saying some stuff about Abby you can’t help but come to your girlfriend’s defense

Warnings: arguments, cursing, tiny bit of Mel bashing, tiny bit of Owen bashing, mentions of anxiety, I think that’s it.

You were not in the fucking mood today. Your knee is still hurting from your previous patrol, you woke up late so you got barely anything for breakfast, and Isaac has Abby running so ragged you’ve only seen her in passing within the last 72 hours.

You usually didn’t kind lending a hand in the medical tents, sure sometimes it got rough but for the most part it was just dealing with superficial injuries and when the little ones got sick. But today. Oh after today you just might request a permanent change. You’re usually friendly decent with Mel. It’s no secret she has something against Abby, usually it’s just snide comments you can brush off or something mumbled under her breath.

But today you came into the medical tent at just the wrong right time.

“It’s her fault you know. Owen is barely on base, he barely sleeps, he’s just he’s not the same anymore. Ever since Jackson he’s not the same. If she would have just acted like a normal person and not some blood thirsty mon-“

Slam

You slammed the canister of disinfectant on the table making Mel and the other person in the tent jump.

“What the fuck did you just say?” You asked seething.

“Nothing. Let’s just get back to work.” Mel says brushing you off.

“No. You don’t get to say shit like that and brush me off.”

“Oh? I don’t get to? What you’re going to clobber me like your crazy fucking girlfriend does?”

You can see the moment she realizes what she has said but you’re too far gone, you’re pissed and you can’t help yourself your mouth opens before you think.

“We both know this isn’t about Abby, we both know that this is about your insecurity about Owen but Abby is your scapegoat so you don’t have to realize that you’re pussy of a boyfriend who’s too afraid to step up and take responsibility for a choice her made” your eyes flick to her pregnant belly before meeting her eyes again. “Is still in love with his fucking ex. You see it and I see it the way he watches her it’s disgusting, Abby has told him to grow up and move on but no he can’t take a goddamn hint so instead of going off on my girlfriend who has tried to lend an olive branch so many fucking times maybe you need to fucking talk to Owen and get your shit together.”

The tent was silent all that could be heard was your heavy breathing as your rage dissipated, the fogginess of your mind faded and you could see the wetness gathering at the corners of Mel’s eyes and part of you felt bad but the other part of you hoped this would be a wake up call for her to realize that with Owen she’d be doing everything on her own.

You spared her one final glance before rushing out of the tent accidentally knocking into someone’s shoulder.

You head was starting to hurt, you could fell your heart racing, your hands were shaky and clammy. God you hated conflict, ironic for a WLF. You had to get back yours and Abby’s living quarters.

Abby was exhausted, she never slept well without you and all the work Isaac had her doing well she was lucky if she was able to catch a nap in the library for more than 4 hours. She was looking over some maps trying to plan the best patrol routes to prevent being ambushed by scars, when she heard hurried footsteps getting closer to her.

“Pendja!” Manny called out to her

“Pendajo” Abby responded her attention still on the maps pinned to the wall

Manny rushed around the corner and was behind her trying to catch his breath having rushed from the med tent to find her.

“You need to go get your girl.” Told her

Abby froze her mind jumping to the worst conclusions possible

“What? Why? Where is she? Is she okay?” Abby turned around quickly and manny saw the panicked look in her eyes

“She’s okay, it’s nothing like what you’re thinking.” He told her trying to calm her down from whatever she was thinking

“Her in Mel got into it in the Med tent, I guess Mel was talking some shit and your girl ripped her a new one. She rushed out real quick, rushed past me look like she was headed for your place, I’d look there first.” Manny explained

“Shit” Abby sighed under her breath, she scrubs her hand down her face and starts walking to the door

“Thanks Manny”

“Any time pendaja, go get your girl.”

Abby chuckled as she left but there was no humor behind it, she was worried she had to get to you quickly.

“Aye remind me not to piss your girl off she’s scary when she’s mad.” Manny called out to her not expecting an answer

“it was kinda hot” Manny mumbled to himself as he went to his assigned duties.

You were curled up in bed wearing one of Abby’s hoodies, you had your face buried in Abby’s pillow as you laid on your side. You were tired but you were wound up to even try and nap. You’ve never even heard yourself that angry before.

You were playing the events over in your head when you heard the open

“Baby?” You heard Abby call out worriedly

“Addy?” You called back from the bed sitting up

You heard her walking down the small steps to the bed

“There you are” she says more to herself when she sees you, the worried look on her face worsens as she see the way your cheeks and nose are red, the tear tracks on your face and the puffiness under your eyes.

“Oh baby girl” consoles as she rushes over to the bed, getting under the covers and pulling you to her so your head was on her chest. She has both her arms wrapped around you, one hand rubbing your back. She kisses your head.

“What happened today baby girl?” She asks you

You sigh “I was working med tents today and Mel was saying some shit about you and that pissed me off and I just I don’t know I just lost it and went off on her.” You tell her.

“I’m sorry Abby” you sigh

“For what? From what it sounds like you didn’t do anything wrong” Abby was confused if anyone had to apologize it was Mel

“You’ve been trying hard to fix things up with her and I ruined it for you.”

“Well if she was talking shit about me behind my back then I don’t think I’ve been fixing it to well huh?” Abby chuckles humorlessly

“Baby you have nothing to be sorry for, If anything I should apologize to you. You shouldn’t have to fight my battles for m-“

She’s cut off by your lips

“I will always defend you, no matter what.” You tell her

She gives you a small smile and kisses you again

“Let’s just lay here for now, maybe take a nap or something and then we can deal with this later, huh how does that sound?” She asks as she kicks off her shoes and lets them fall to the floor, then her pants, leaving her in her shirt and boxers.

“Hmm that’s the best idea you’ve had in days.” You tell her and you both chuckle as you roll onto your side feeling her arms wrap around you and pull you to her. Her front against your back.

With Abby with you it feels like everything might just turn out okay.

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x reader

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super-who-locked-me-in-here · 19 hours

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Do you think he was ever in love with Bedelia like he was in love with Will? I ask this because Bedelia says they were both the "brides of Hannibal". But Hannibal never courted her like he did with Will, Bedelia came into Hannibal's life much before Will but he never pursued her like he did with Will. Mads said he wanted a future with Will unlike with other people he hooked up with Alana, Bedelia or Anthony. He took her to Italy as a consolation prize when Will betrayed him. Even in Italy H was pining about Will all the time and telling Bedelia how much he loves Will. I know he slept with Bedelia but he probably slept with Anthony too and he slept with Alana, Hannibal is a hedonistic guy who sleeps around. For him sleeping with someone doesn't mean he is in love with them. On the other hand he took a bullet for Will, went to prison for years for Will, made a human heart for Will, jumped off a cliff for Will, committed a whole massacre for Will. But when Will confronts Bedelia, she pretends as if Hannibal held them in the same regard which is obviously not true. Hannibal would choose Will over her in a heart beat and even she knows it but yet she acts as if Hannibal sees them both equally. I don't understand why? 😭 Why do you think?why make herself seem like a competition when she is not?

My personal take on it is that Bedelia is Hannibal's Molly. Molly/Bedelia was the second choice, pursued after the man that Will/Hannibal wanted acted unexpectedly and now he has to live without him.

Bedelia and Will were both Hannibal's brides, the same way Hannibal and Molly are both Will's.

The ultimate difference between Will and Molly and Hannibal and Bedelia lies in what the women saw and how much they accepted. Will worked hard to keep his true self from Molly and she was content with the fact that she'd never be able to see all the way behind the mask. Hannibal exposed a lot of himself to Bedelia, and what little he didn't show, she forced the mask the rest of the way off so she could see it. Molly offered common courtesy and a happy family picture to escape to whereas Bedelia offered a safe façade to escape with, with no remorse for her prying actions.

I do think Hannibal slept with Bedelia because regardless of the intimate hints that were there (unzipping Bedelia's dress, him walking around shirtless without his hair slicked back, her bathing him), Bedelia is a curious creature and her curiousity shows itself as gluttony. I don't actually think it's lust that she felt for him, and definitely not love, but she wanted to glut herself on every detail about the way Hannibal's mind and body worked, and she wanted to be the only one to know both, or at least be the first. She's a hedonist, just like Hannibal, so it wouldn't surprise me in the least if between her curiousity and both their hedonism, they slept together once to experiment and it ended up working for both of them, even if it was an emotionless act, so they continued doing it.

And I think Will was tolerant of his marriage with Molly. It's really funny the way the loop works out because I've already elaborated on how Bedelia is Hannibal's Molly, but I think Molly is also what Alana would've been to Will if they'd pursued a relationship earlier on. She's sweet and friendly and beautiful. She's good with kids and Will's dogs. She appears delicate and lighthearted but is actually quite headstrong when those she cares about are put in danger. She's tolerant. She's the perfect wife, and she always will be until the moment Will exposes himself and his desire to pursue darker interests, to pursue Hannibal. Then he's not a good husband, and it's hard to be a good wife for a bad husband. Molly at the very least didn't have the chance to leave Will; he made that choice for her.

But in the end, hedonism and tolerance are very different than true happiness and acceptance. So no, I don't think Hannibal loved Bedelia. I think she was a distraction and a means to an end and an escape to an unfulfilling life because Hannibal couldn't have the good life that he wanted with Will. And to some extent I think Molly was all that for Will too.

#got kinda off track there whoopsie #lmao #what a fun question though #hannibal #hannibal analysis #hannibal lecter #will graham #bedelia du maurier #molly foster graham #alana bloom #hannibal season 3 #ask #anon ask #dot says

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Submitted by @lemon-qu33n : Hi sorry to bother u i was just wondering if u had any fic recommendations. Ive read most of yours and i love them! I was just wondering what some of your favorite fics are?

Hey lovey!! You're not bothering me at all. TBH, I swear people maybe its you, have been asking me.

The reason why I haven't been answering is mostly because I really don't have many fic recs OR many favourites. There aren't a lot of writers that cater to my breeding kink or they aren't for the pairings that I like. I did have a few small favourites but most of them are discontinued and a lot of the bigger finished ones, sometimes I don't finish them.

I don't finish them either because the second hand embarrassment gets too big in one scene so I put it down, but I've got a few.

My number one recommendation is the most twisted story I have ever read and I love it so much. It isn't finished but the writing is exquisite and I one day wish to write a yandere/dark fic just like this. Its so disturbing and literally fear inducing, you literally feel like the reader. I love it. Hope it gets finished soon. I'm not a big fan of Katsuki but this one was delicious.

Love of a Hero by TrashPotatoes

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

being a new villain was horrible. Your team left you, and Pro hero Dynamight is hot on your trail. The only questions echoing in your mind are: What does he want? How long does he plan to keep you? And how long do you have before you break completely to his will?

2. This one was amazingly written as well. Kudos to the author!! It's a one-shot though, but honestly, it was a stroke of genius and hopefully it gets a second part to it.

What Once was Mine by Mindninjax

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Kirishima Eijiro

Invaders from outer space seek to take over all humans. What happens when you come face to face with the man you love after his assimilation? What happens when he finds out you've been hiding out from the invaders with his best friend who's madly in love with you? And what happens when you realize you may just have feelings for both of them?

3. This one is just pure smut heaven. Indulges the fact that Eijiro is the most HUNG person in the entire of Class A and I love it.

Bad dragon by Makoodles

Kirishima Eijiro x Reader (later chapters include Bakugou Katsuki)

Kirishima Eijirou was a perfect gentleman. He bought you flowers, he opened doors for you, he gave the sweetest goodnight kisses, he ate you out so good he had you seeing stars. You had the biggest, fattest crush on him, and you would be embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the fact that it seemed, at least for the most part, to be reciprocated. The problem was Kirishima never let you touch him.

4. This one was just really cute. I loved it. It was so sweet. fluffy and sweet.

Paws for Panic by Hero234

Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

When chaos strikes and quirks collide, one innocent collision turns pro hero Red Riot into an adorable red puppy! Little does (Y/n) know, that the newly turned pup is none other than her favorite hero, and he understands more than he lets on. Unaware of the puppy's true identity, (Y/n) spends the day pampering her fluffy victim.

5. Fans of Viking Kirishima will love this one. It was amazing and honestly touched my heart in all the right ways, sweet fluffy smut.

Consummation by tothestars00

Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

You and Kirishima have an arranged marriage, however, it is not a loveless one. Now it is the night after the ceremony. And we all know what happens on your wedding night.

6. Another self indulgent on my man Kirishima and why he's every woman's best dream. INTENSE SMUT THO.

XXL by seraphiq

Kirishima Eijiro x Reader

A giant dragon hybrid walks into your adult toy store looking for some help with a problem. A HUGE one.

But those are just like half of my few. Remember I write because sometimes I don't find what I want to read. But people write amazing things!! Pros to these writers!!<3

#submission #glitch recommendation #glitch1d questions #mha fic #mha fic recs

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Let The Stormy Clouds Chase

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Song Recommendation:

Killing Butterflies - Lou Bliss

Present Day...

Y/N, Angel Dust, and Vaggie were sitting in the living room, listening to Charlie rant about the new extermination date.

"Okay. So, the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year," Charlie ranted, pacing around the room. "No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right? And next time when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it right?!"

"Yes, we will," Vaggie said, grabbing onto Charlie's suit.

"Oh, please," Angel said while scrolling on his phone. "Ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now...ain't no silver lining this time toots."

"Sure there is, Angel," Y/N said. "We just have to look a little harder for it, that's all." Charlie sent her a grateful smile.

"Well, while she's lookin'," Angel said. "The rest of Hell is going nuts. People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District." he said, showing them his phone. Suddenly, a message from Angel's boss popped up on his phone.

"Uhhh, what is a donkey show?" Charlie asked, confused.

"Ah, heh, nothing!" Angel panicked. "My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too."

At the mention of Valentino's name, Y/N scrunched up her face in disgust. "Like I said, everyone's losing their shit." Angel finished.

"Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate," Vaggie said thoughtfully. "Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?"

Charlie gasped. "This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!"

"Good idea, Vaggie," Y/N chuckled.

"Cute idea and all," Angel said. "But you really going to go out in all of this?" He showed them his phone again, there was fire everywhere and demons were getting killed left and right. It made Y/N cringe.

"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep."

As soon as Charlie finished her sentence, there was a big explosion outside that destroyed the wall.

"Alassstor! Assasssin! Show yourssself!" said a voice from outside.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Y/N mumbled, getting out of her seat and flying out of the hole in the wall. When she got outside, Alastor was already standing out there.

Above the hotel, stood a steampunk looking blimp. Looking up, Y/N saw that the person who was piloting the aircraft was a snake demon.

"Face my wrath!" the snake shouted.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Y/N asked.

"Who am I? Who am I?" the snake repeated. "I am the great Sir Pentiousss! Inventor, architect of dessstruction, villian extraordinaire!"

By the time he finished talking, Vaggie, Charlie, and Angel Dust had made it out of the Hotel, they were now looking up at the blimp.

"Isn't this the guy who attacked us last week?" Angel asked.

"I would of loved to see that," Y/N said.

Nifty gasped, suddenly appearing on Alastor's head. "Ooh, he's a bad boy," Nifty said, a wicked grin on her face.

"Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think we'd have heard of you," Alastor said, setting Nifty on the ground.

"I attacked you literally last week," Sir Pentious said. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. "We've done battle like... twenty times."

"Well, you must have been really bad at this,"

"Yeah, I don't recall fighting with you, like ever," Y/N said, feeling bored.

"Silence!" Sir Pentious shouted. "Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal!"

"Almighty Vees my ass," Y/N said under her breath as Nifty crawled on her.

"Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?" Nifty asked.

"No one you need to worry about, Nifty," Y/N said.

"Enough!" Sir Pentious shouted. "Alassstor! Assssassin! Feel my wrat-"

Sir Pentious never got to finish his sentence. Long black tendrils sprouted out of Alastor's back and grabbed onto the steampunk blimp, shaking it around. Alastor began to laugh manically.

"Oh! Please! Stop!" Sir Pentious shouted.

"Um, Alastor?" Charlies said, concerned. "I think he's had enough."

"Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im!" Angel said, smirking.

"Yeah, let him have his fun," Y/N said giggling.

As the blimp started to shake around more, Sir Pentious finally fell out, landing flat on his face.

Looking up, Y/N saw that there was a drone right next to the blimp, the camera pointing towards the hotel.

"Fucking Christ," Y/N mumbled. "I swear, I'm gonna kill Vox." Nobody heard her.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience!" Alastor said, twirling his cane. An egg thing fell right next to Y/N and splattered. Grossed out, she stepped away from it.

"Thank... you..." Sir Pentious said weakly. "For letting your guard down!" Suddenly, using his tail, he ripped off a piece of Alastor's coat. "Haha! Yeah! Oh, shit."

Suddenly, Sir Pentious was blasted away.

"Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor," Alastor said cheerfully. "Would you like to accompany me, Y/N?"

"Hm?" Y/N said, taking her eyes off the drone. "Oh, yeah, sure. I've been meaning to stop by there anyway."

"Excellent!" Alastor said, beckoning her to follow him. "Best of luck chums!"

"Wait, you guys can't leave!" Vaggie said. "We need your help. We need you to do your job."

"We need a wall," Angel said, gesturing to the big hole in the wall.

"Of course. We can't let our new project fall into disrepair already, now can we, Y/N?" he said, nudging her. "What would the papers say?"

The two of them snapped their fingers. Alastor summoned some construction demons and Y/N summoned some tools for them to use. The two of then walked off.

"I couldn't help but notice," Alastor said as they walked. "What was in the sky that had you so distracted, my dear?"

"You didn't see the drone?" Y/N asked.

"Ah, that's what you were looking at," Alastor said. "Yes, I saw the drone."

"It's probably from VoxTech," Y/N grumbled. "Knowing him, he's gonna take every opportunity he can to spy on the hotel, especially 'cause me and you are there."

"Ah, you seem to know Vox quite well." Alastor said, jealousy knawing at him a tiny bit. "Why is that?"

"We were acquainted for a little bit," Y/N said. "That's all I'm gonna share for now."

"If that's all you would like to reveal, that's fine," Alastor said, his smile seeming a bit more forced. "It's rude to pry."

"Say's you," Y/N said, a playful smirk on her face. "Your one of the most nosiest people I know."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, dear," Alastor said, she chuckled.

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"I swear, if I see that man again, I'm rippin' his pathetic head off,"

"He was only complementing you," Alastor laughed lightly.

"He was doin' it in a way I didn't like," Y/N said, looking across the street at the electronics store. "Ugh, I hate seeing Vox's stupid face every time I walk past that store."

"Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain has-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence!" Vox's fake cheery voice came from the T.V.

Even hearing his voice pissed Y/N off, especially since he was talking about Alastor.

" I'm sorry, dear," Alastor said, a smirk on his face. "I'm afraid I have to cut this short, I have some business to take care of regarding a noisy picture box."

Y/N grinned, knowing he was talking about Vox.

"No need to say sorry, Al," she said. "Do me a favor, embarrass the hell outta him."

Alastor's grin grew wider. "I'll do my best, my dear."

With one final look at her, he melted into the shadows, no doubt heading to his radio station.

Wanting to see what was going to happen, she walked closer to the electronic store. The crowd didn't pay any attention to her, too preoccupied listening to flat screen demon.

Otherwise, the crowd of people would of ran for the hills.

"Alastor's a loser, he's a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile, but the demon is a coward!" said Vox's voice from the T.V.

Y/N laughed, knowing what really went on that day.

"You can play that as gospel, folks. He thinks he can take my viewers?" he laughed. "Impossible. Stop giving him the time of day. Don't listen to anything he says. Alastor should have stayed away!"

Y/N hoped that whatever Alastor was planning would be good.

"Hell's been better off since he disappeared," he said. "Wondering where he's been? Who gives a shit! He-"

Suddenly, a voice came from the radio in the window from the radio store next door. Y/N's eyes lit up in anticipation.

"Salutations sinners!" Alastor's voice came from the radio. "It's good to be back on the air!"

Hearing the Radio Demon's voice, the crowd moved over to the front of the radio store.

On the TV, Y/N could see Vox's shocked and angry face. It made her giggle.

"I know it's been a while since someone with this much style treated Hell to a radio broadcast," Alastor said. "Sinners rejoice!"

"What a dated voice," Vox said.

"Instead of a clout chasing video podcast," Y/N could hear the smirk in Alastor's voice.

Deciding she didn't want to be surrounded by all these sinners, Y/N immediately unfurled her wings and flew back to the hotel as fast as she could.

Landing on her balcony, she ran into her room, turned on the radio, and turned her phone to the broadcast, hoping she didn't miss too much.

"Is Vox as strong as he claims or is it merely based on support?" Alastor said, making Y/N laugh. "He'd be powerful without the other Vee's."

"Oh please," Vox snarled.

"There was once a time when Vox asked me to join his team, I said no and that's why he's so pissy," Alastor said. "That's the tea!"

"You ØŁʥ timey prick!" Vox shouted. "I'll show you şµʩʩɞʁʁɨŋɠ!"

"Uh oh, the T.V. is buffering," Alastor said smuggly.

The T.V. signal started to break up. "ⅰII ʤşɫʁØʏ ʏØØ-Ø-⋃-⋃ ʏØ⋃ Įiɫɫɩɚ-"

Looking out the window, all the power in Pentagram City started to go out. Y/N was glad that the hotel was hooked up to a generator.

"I'm afraid you lost your signal," the Radio Demon said.

Satisfied, Y/N turned off the radio, heading downstairs.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------"When'd you get here babycakes?" Angel asked when he saw Y/N coming down the stairs.

"Just now," she said, sitting next to him. "I came in through my balcony."

"Uh huh," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "So what did you creepy voice do hmm?"

"All we did was go to tailor, you have such a dirty mind,"

"It pays off,"

The two of them talked a bit more until Vaggie and Charlie came in. Charlie flopped on the couch with and groaned, a disappointed look on her face.

"So how'd it go?" Angel asked.

Vaggie sighed. "Not a single new recruit,"

"Yeah. Well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting?"

"I'm sure there are plenty of people, Angel," Y/N said, elbowing his side.

"Sure there are," he replied as Vaggie went to go answer the door.

Y/N heard a thud and Vaggie yelling.

"You should probably go check that out, Charlie," Y/N suggested..

As Charlie walked over the front door, Y/N peered over her shoulder and saw that the snake demon who attacked them earlier was there.

"Holy shit Angel!" she exclaimed. "It's that guy who attacked us earlier."

"No fucking way," Angel said, getting up and walking over, Y/N followed him.

"Are you fucking nuts?" Angel said, standing in the doorway. "This chump was trying to kill us, like literally six hours ago. And now you want to bring him in here to live with us?"

"Absolutely!" Charlie smiled. "This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this...slithery...slippery...special little man."

"This could end up in a pile of shit," Y/N muttered. "Aren't you like, the protector of this place, Vaggie?"

Charlie did puppy eyes over to Vaggie.

Vaggie sighed. "I...guess he's not much of a threat without the war machine," she said, making Sir Pentious smile. "Or even with the war machine."

Sir Pentious' smile dropped into a frown.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" Charlie exclaimed, hugging Vaggie tightly. "Sir Pentious! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

"Oh, no darling, thank you," Sir Pentious said, as Y/N eyed him up and down suspiciously. "You won't regret this."

"Eh, I give you a week tops," Angel said, as they all walked back into the Hotel.

Upon further inspection, Y/N noticed that Sir Pentious was wearing a high tech watch. The kind that Vox Tech sold.

"Don't worry, if he tries anything, I'll kill him," Y/N muttered over to Angel.

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"What do you think about our newest guest, hm?" Alastor asked.

Alastor and Y/N were on Y/N's balcony, staring out into Pentagram City, something the two of them did quite often since she arrived at the hotel.

"There's somethin' about him that I can't quite put my finger on," she answered, leaning on the railing. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."

"Maybe you're being too quick to judge, dear," he said softy.

"Says you," Y/N said, playfully nudging him.

It was quiet for a moment, Y/N thought about what to say to clear the awkward tension.

"Can I ask you somethin', Alastor?" she said. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious."

"Ask away, my dear,"

"How in the world did you get shot in the head by a hunter?"

Alastor didn't say anything at first. Y/N couldn't tell if he was annoyed at the question or not.

"I was burying a body in the woods," he said. "At the time I didn't know, but I was on hunting grounds. This idiot man thought I was a deer."

Y/N remembered the day she got the call like it was yesterday.

"I guess that explains why you're a deer," she snickered.

"How did you die, Y/N?" he asked. "You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, no, it's fine," she waved off. "It's not as gruesome as yours, but one night, about a year after you died, I was cleanin up some bodies in an abandoned church, when all of a sudden, a cop came barrelin' in. He shot me at least nineteen times."

"Nineeten times?" Alastor asked, his eyebrows raised. "That seems like a little much."

"Oh well," she shrugged her shoulders. "It doesn't matter anymore, now that I'm stuck down here."

It was quiet for another moment.

"I'm sorry for leavin' you, my dear," Alastor whispered. "I can't imagine what it must have been for you."

"Why are you apologizin' for?" Y/N asked, turning to look at him. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's not your fault you got shot."

"What was it like?" he asked. "After I died."

"It was hard," she admitted. "Really hard. It took me a while to get out of my house and do simple things like go grocery shoppin' or run the flower shop."

Alastor took her hand in his. "I swear to you, dear, I will never leave you alone, again."

Y/N smiled, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "We're in Hell, Alastor, we're not goin' anywhere."

The two of them laughed softly.

"We should probably head back down there," Y/N said, removing her hand from his. "Charlie said she wanted to show us somethin'."

"I suppose you're right," Alastor said. "Care to walk down with me, my dear?" he said offering his arm.

Y/N giggled "Why, it would be my pleasure," she said, interlocking her arm with his.

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"'Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs." Angel said sarcastically, reading off a script

Angel was currently wearing a large trench coat and a tiny hat, while Sir Pentious was wearing a white and yellow sailor shirt and a black hat, and a licking a large lollipop.

"'Now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?'" Angel said.

"Wow. Who wrote this?" Angel said in disbelief.

"It's great right?" Charlie said, a smile on her face. "Keep going!"

Y/N giggled.

"'Hey, you," Angel said, pointing to Sir Pentious.

"'Who, me?'" Sir Pentious said, batting his eyelashes.

"'Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some devil's dandruff,'" Angel said, a bored look on his face. "Oh, for fuck's sake."

"'Not me,'" Sir Pentious shook his head. "'I have to go home and study."

"'Come on kid, it'll make you cool like me...'" Angel said. "The crack head.'"

"'The only cool thing here is to say no drugs,'" Sir Pentious said. "'Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!'" Sir Pentious announced proudly.

"Yes! Oh bravo, bravo!" Charlie exclaimed, standing up and clapping. "Wow, Pentious, at this rate you'll be redeemed in no time."

Y/N looked over at Angel, seeing a look on his face that she had never seen before on him.

"I...I'm going to bed."

"I am so proud of you, Sir Pentious." Charlie said while Angel walked off, ignoring him. "That was amazing!"

"Hey, Angel?" Y/N said, walking over to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah I..." he said, turning away from her. "I'm fine."

"Hey," she said, touching his arm. "Y'know if you need to talk, I'm always here."

"I said I'm fine Y/N," he snapped, jerking his arm away from her.

As Angel walked up the stairs, she couldn't help but feel sad.

"Everything okay, my dear?" a staticky voice asked.

"Yes, everything's fine,"

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It was late at night.

Tossing and turning, Y/N couldn't sleep. Her mind was on a variety of things. The hotel, Angel Dust, Vox...

Alastor...

Deciding that sleep was no longer an option, Y/N got out of bed and started to walk around the hotel.

As she walked down the stairs, she heard voices.

"I hated that song! Why are you so lame?" came Nifty's voice. "Not a bad boy!"

Y/N laughed silently. She loved it when Nifty said the most out of pocket things.

"Good first day," said Charlie's voice. "Let's get some rest."

At the sound of footsteps, Y/N hid behind a pillar, not wanting them to see her. She knew they would ask questions.

When she knew they were gone, Y/N came out of her hiding spot, walking into the room that they all came out of.

Walking into the room, she saw the watch that Sir Pentious was wearing on the ground.

Somehow, she knew that this had something to do with Vox. No wonder Sir Pentious randomly showed up.

Smirking, she picked up the picked up the watch, turning it on.

Vox appeared on the watch screen.

"What!?" Vox's angry voice said.

"Hello there, Vox, missed me?" Y/N grinned seeing the surprised look on his face. "You're gonna have to try a lot harder than that next time, hun."

She laughed, hearing Vox scream out in rage. She dropped the watch and, crushing it with her boot.

She walked back to her room, laughing all the way.

Little did she know that a certain Radio Demon was in the shadows, watching her interaction with Vox, thinking to himself.

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Bitten Apple ~ AdamsApple Fic - CHAPTER 5

Adam and Lucifer deal with their actions

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a/n: AAAA IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER! i've been getting back into a few games recently so i've been putting time into that and i've just also generally been less motivated to write so i can't be so sure when the next chapter will be out -- so please bare with me! again, so sorry this took forever

Aftermath

Lucifer panted heavily, chest heaving as he slowly came down from his high. He looked down at Adam under him, he was so fucking good like this with Lucifer’s cock inside him…

Wait…

Reality crashed onto Lucifer – he had just fucked Adam, the man who had hurt his daughter, destroyed her hotel and murdered one of his daughter’s friends. Oh good golly gracious he was the worst father ever. How would he tell Charlie this – should he? He looked back down at Adam, who had apparently fallen asleep, and shook his head – think later, remove dick now.

He carefully pulled his sensitive dick from Adam and began cleaning up and putting his clothes back on. Once they were no longer covered in cum, he stood there looking over Adam – what was he going to do? Lucifer didn’t want to just leave him here – he was the Devil, not a monster – nor did he just want to send him off to his own room alone.

Lucifer face palmed, grumbling. How could he let this happen? And why did he feel the need to be so nice to him now? Of course it could be just the aftermath of sex and wanting that comfort, plus it just felt wrong to have him wake up alone.

“Urgghhhh,” Lucifer groaned before he waved his hand, comfy loose clothing appearing on Adam’s bare skin. Within another second they were both snapped into Lucifer’s bedroom.

He shouldn’t be doing this, this was a horrible man that had done so many bad things… But man, Adam had somehow had some good points in their back and forths. He had tricked Eve, even if he hadn’t meant to.

“I don’t care about them leaving me, I’m upset that you left me, dumbass!”

That’s what Adam had said, and definitely had meant it with how quickly he tried to retract that statement. Adam had missed Lucifer? More so, upset Lucifer left? He hadn’t even realized he had left the first man, he had Eve after all once Lilith got with Lucifer.

Lucifer put a hand on his temple, it was too late and he was too drunk for this right now. He needed to sleep. He picked up Adam easily and set him on the far side of the bed and lazily threw the blanket over him before walking to the other end, put himself in his own pajamas and got cozy. It felt weird to have another person in the bed again but as Lucifer drifted to sleep, he quietly admitted that it was nice to no longer be alone.

Adam woke up the next morning from his bed dipping like someone was crawling out of bed – who the fuck was in the bed with him? He cracked open an eye and looked around. This was not his fucking room. Where was he??? He sat up, dull pain flowing through his body, and looked around.

“Goodmorning,” a voice to his left said, his head swung around only to be met with Lucifer’s dumb face.

“What- why- what the fuck?” Adam stumbled for the right words, where was he, why were there so many fucking ducks around the room and why was Lucifer getting out of the same bed as Adam? Also, why were Adam’s clothes different?

“Do-” Lucifer started and quickly closed his mouth. He looked around again as if he was looking to see if someone was around before he spoke again, “...do you not remember last night?”

“No?” Adam scrapped his mind for the previous night's events, a hand to his head.

“Well,” Lucifer tugged at the collar of some weird ass set of clothes that had fucking ducks on them? What was this man’s obsession with ducks? “I made you quite a few drinks and we both got really drunk.”

That sounded familiar, his memory was slowly trickling back to him. Lucifer made him some actually good drinks, they drank a lot, then they talked… He felt like he was missing a big important part that explained why the fuck he had slept with Lucifer.

The last piece of the puzzle clicked – holy shit he had actually slept with Lucifer. His face grew extremely hot.

“Oh my fucking God, no, that didn’t- I’m not gay!” Adam protested. It was a bad dream, that hadn’t actually happened.

Lucifer sat on the edge of the bed, and cleared his throat, “uhm, yeah. It- it yeah it did happen.”

At least Lucifer didn’t seem happy about this either – Adam couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing, like no he wasn’t queer but come on! He was Adam! Who wouldn’t like sex with the first dick!

Lucifer avoided eye contact but still had that layer of calm – Adam couldn’t understand how when the man had literally been balls deep in him. Gross, Adam didn’t like that thought – “we can forget this happened.”

Adam nodded quickly, “yes, I agree. This never fucking happened, goodbye.” He swung his legs off the bed and made his way to the door – walking was really hard for some reason that Adam refused to think about for too long – before realizing he had no idea where his room was from here.

Adam inhaled sharply, pissed. He would fucking figure it out on his own, he didn’t want to talk to Lucifer anymore right now. He pushed open the door and stormed off down some fuckass hallway, seething. Anger pooled inside of him as he recounted the previous night’s events, he was just so pissed off at Lucifer. And he was mad at himself too – why hadn’t he beaten Lucifer to a pulp? Why had he gone along with it? And the fucking noises he had made, Adam cringed just thinking about it. Worst fucking part was Adam had enjoyed it, even now he couldn’t deny how fucking amazing it had felt – but he didn’t dwell on that part for very long. He’d much rather not think about it.

He continued turning down hallways and going down the numerous stairways, shoving a few vases and lamps off their little tables to relieve some anger, until he finally stumbled upon a part of this maze mansion that looked familiar. Now he should just be able to take this left and – finally! His room. He shoved the door open before slamming it behind him, launching himself onto his bed and burying his head in a pillow.

Muffled screams echoed in the quiet room while Adam shouted into the pillow – this was all so fucking stupid. Stupid Lucifer, stupid drinks, all of it! He wasn’t gay, he didn’t like dick, he didn’t like men, he wasn’t a fag, he wasn’t gay–

Fuck! Why did Lucifer have to fuck him? And why did Adam let it happen? Lucifer had given him an out, he had given Adam the chance to end that interaction… But he didn’t and he had no idea why. And Goddamnit he enjoyed it too! His face burned as he recounted how Lucifer pounded his ass so hard he swore he was in Heaven again. He violently shook his head and sat up, hands itching to destroy something. He was pissed and needed to take out his anger on something to take his mind off of Lucifer.

Adam shoved himself off the bed and scanned the dirty floor for something he didn’t care about. His eyes caught on book – perfect, he didn’t care too much for reading. He wouldn’t miss it. He bent down and snatched it up into his claws, making quick work of tearing it into two. Pages fluttered down onto the ground as Adam continued ripping it, words becoming unreadable as they became shredded by Adam’s furious claws. Once the book was just a pile of scraps he moved onto another book, then another, and another. He wasn’t sure when he started shaking, maybe he had been the whole time, Adam didn’t know. His throat burned but fuck him if he was going to cry again – he’d done enough of that these past few days for the rest of his life.

When all the books and other objects he wouldn’t miss were heaps of trash he finally stopped, panting and lightly sweating. His chest was heaving as his sharp eyes scanned the wreckage – this was so fucking stupid. Adam, reduced to a mere bitch for the Devil.

Adam sat down on his bed, claws clenching the sheets. Was he gay? Did- did he like men? But he liked women! His children and time in Heaven proved that – he couldn’t be gay.. Right?

It finally clicked – he enjoyed it because Lucifer was small and feminine. He didn’t like men, Lucifer was just woman-like.

It felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief. Thank God that issue was solved, though it did leave a lingering question:

Should he continue hooking up with Lucifer?

His immediate answer was no – why the fuck would he want to?... But also, fuck, game is game. Why shouldn’t he take free pleasure? Adam was stuck in this damn circus tent, might as well have a little fun, right? Plus, he didn’t have to worry about his actions making him a faggot – it’s a win-win in Adam’s book. Though a weird feeling lingered in his chest despite the reassurance of his straightness – is this really what he should be doing? Fucking the only person he has contact with because Lucifer looks close enough to a woman? Adam cringed, it sounded way worse when he thought of it like that – it sounded like he was some desperate whore for whatever dick he could find and Adam hated it.

“Urrgh!” Adam exclaimed as he pressed the palms of his hands to his eyes as he fell backwards on his mattress. Why did this have to be so difficult? Why can’t this just be over like some awful nightmare?

Fuck this.

Fuck Lucifer – not literally.

Fuck everything!

This is all fucking bullshit that Adam shouldn’t have to be dealing with. He wouldn’t be dealing with this if that bitch ass maid didn’t stab him to death.

Exhaustion from his totally-not-a-tantrum started to set in, but he really didn’t want to sleep – he literally just woke up. So he just laid there, looking up at the ceiling and he debated back ‘n forth on what to do.

Lucifer paced around his room, fingers passing through every part of his hair as he tried to collect his thoughts. Okay, he fucked Adam, huge problem. Bigger problem, he wanted more.

He stopped in front of his vanity mirror to look at himself. He had changed out of his sleepwear and now was wearing more suitable day clothes — a simple white collared shirt with black pants, Lucifer couldn’t be bothered to try today.

“This is fine, it’s fine, everything is fine,” he lied to his reflection. Nothing was fine and he knew it.

“Things will return to normal, like it never happened. No one else needs to know.”

His own eyes bore into him as he stared hard at his reflection. He was pathetic. Lucifer sat down on the stool in front of the desk and leaned against his propped up hand, sighing. How was he supposed to look at Adam without thinking of his face contorted in pleasure and bliss? Lucifer’s face grew hot at the memory — Adam begging for more, for Lucifer.

A sense of pride bubbled up in his chest — the self proclaimed “dickmaster” reduced to a whimpering mess under the very Devil he hated — It was too good. As the events replayed in his head and he laughed softly to himself, shaking his head — things would not go back to normal, and honestly? Lucifer didn’t care. He would enjoy this and he was sure Adam would too if his blissed out face was anything to go by.

Lucifer chewed on the inside of his cheek, of course, there was the big possibility that Adam wouldn’t want that — which Lucifer could live with. At the very least he got to do it once and if that wasn’t Adam’s style then he can settle for just making him pay via other means. Lucifer chuckled to himself as he recounted how embarrassed Adam had been following his orders — oh yeah, he’d be just fine ordering him around until the first man learns that he isn’t as great as he thinks.

He stood up, combing his hair slick back with his hands, he’d bring it up to Adam when he next saw him – which he figured wouldn’t be for awhile. He’d give him two days to recover, after that Lucifer is talking to him whether Adam likes it or not – Lucifer can’t be too nice to the bitch. Afterall, Adam deserved every crisis Lucifer was sure he was having.

The next two days went just about as Lucifer expected – he’d wake up, get changed, eat, and maybe even briefly see Adam, who would instantly turn tail when he saw Lucifer. It felt quite lonely and boring if he was being honest. He had grown to enjoy poking fun at Adam and watching him get all pissy but with this grace period he couldn’t do anything. Of course, Lucifer debated not giving him any mercy but he felt like this wasn’t something Lucifer could just bring right back up. Lucifer took to making another duck with his extra freetime – any resemblance to Adam was a total coincidence.

It wasn’t Adam! It was just a rubber duck with little lamb ears and curved horns and little spikes and okay yeah it was basically Adam – but it was merely because Lucifer was curious how he’d look as a rubber duck considering he is such a mashup of different things. You got some sheep, human, demon, bird and man-child. Quite the combination.

By the end of the second day the basic shape was done – sure, he could just magic it complete but he really enjoyed crafting these small rubber ducks and adding every single little detail by hand. It made it all the more rewarding. It was late into the evening when Lucifer finally set the rubber work in progress down on his workshop desk to be finished at a later date. He stood and stretched with his arms above his head as he yawned. Tomorrow he’d talk to Adam and finally set this whole thing straight – or well, not straight depending on how things went. Lucifer rubbed his eye as he made his way down the halls to his room, eventually passing by Adam’s door and resisting the urge to barge in or at least knock. His hand reached out for the cool metal knob and twisted, the door hinges creaking every so slightly as he pushed the door open and walked into his own room. However, his room wasn’t as empty as he expected it to be, instead, there were a pair of brilliant golden eyes staring at him from his bed, causing Lucifer to jump nearly five feet off the floor – it was incredible Lucifer didn’t scream or blast the intruder’s head off.

He put a hand to chest as his eyes finally made out the figure on his bed – Adam. “Adam, what are you doing in my room?” He snapped.

Adam rolled his eyes, “calm down, bitch.” He folded his arms, “I decided I uh-” he swallowed, “that I didn’t want to forget.”

He blinked several times at him before speaking, “what?”

Adam scowled, ears pinned “I’m not fucking saying it again. You either heard me or you didn’t.”

Lucifer shook his head, waving his hands, “no, no, I heard you – I just, didn’t expect.. This?”

He huffed, “the fuck does that mean?”

“I didn’t think you’d want to as well, is all,” Lucifer said, shrugging.

Adam avoided eye contact, face growing a bit red, “so.. are we… gonna..?”

“Right now?”

“Well fucking yeah! Why else would I come into your dumbass room?” Lucifer grimaced – he didn’t like how commanding and entitled Adam was acting. He’d fix this.

He cocked an eyebrow, “and what makes you think that I’ll comply?”

Adam paused at his, mouth agape as if people saying ‘no’ to him or just implying they wouldn’t do what he wanted was new – which, it probably was. Lucifer shook his head, walking closer to the other man, “If you want me to fuck you then you have to ask nicely-” Lucifer hanked Adam’s horns, causing the man’s head to turn upwards, “-pet.”

It was so much fun watching Adam swallow hard and try to recover from what just happened to him, his dazed and wild eyes, his burning red face, all of it like a treat for Lucifer’s eyes. He released his grip and shifted into sleepwear as he walked around to the other side of the bed.

“If you ask nicely tomorrow and behave then I’ll agree, but for now I’m very tired,” Lucifer stifled a yawn as he got into bed. “So, goodnight lamb.”

Adam just stared at Lucifer – for how long, he wasn’t sure. At some point Lucifer heard him slowly tucking himself in, grumbling to himself like a child that didn’t get the toy they wanted as Lucifer drifted to surprisingly peaceful sleep.

Adam couldn’t sleep at all, his mind running five million miles a second with ideas and most notably regrets. He should not be fucking doing this, he should not have done this, he should have stayed in his room until Lucifer got bored and threw him out or something. Sure he wouldn’t last out there – much to the damage of his ego – but damnit if it wouldn’t be better than here… Right?

He rolled over, now facing Lucifer – who was just somehow casually sleeping. For a brief moment he was back in the garden, laying next to Lucifer in the soft grass under the tall apple tree as the dark sky filled with bright stars, the gentle breeze flicking Lucifer’s golden locs back and forth. Everything was peaceful as they laid under the stars, Lucifer’s soft, warm hand in his until Adam blinked and he was back in the mansion, the stars, grass, tree, and peace gone in a flash.

Adam grumbled and rolled onto his back, a ripping sound behind his head shooting through his ears as he did – he fucking tore the pillow with his stupid, huge ass horns. He shoved the palms of his hands into his eyes as he gritted his teeth. Adam was suddenly hyper-aware of his new body – his claws, his ears, horns, fangs, hooves, everything! None of it was right, none of this should be happening… But it was and there was nothing Adam could do about it. He lowered his hands to his side, blankly staring up at the sheet that was draped above the bed.

There was nothing Adam could do.

Well, nothing Adam wanted to do.

He shouldn’t accept this, it wasn’t right and he shouldn’t stand for it!... But what other choice did he have? As much as Adam hoped, no one was fucking coming for him – they either thought he was dead and there was nothing they could do even if they knew he wasn’t. He was a sinner, a demon, nothing more than a piece of filth you eventually scrub off – but as much as he hated everything about Hell, it hadn’t been too bad all things considered. Even Lucifer, surprisingly.

Adam turned his head – much more carefully – and looked over at Lucifer again, still peacefully sleeping. Lucifer had been way less annoying recently and it was frustrating – it was making it harder to hate him when he was feeding and giving Adam a place to live. Maybe that’s why he had given in so easily, Adam wasn’t sure. There were too many conflicting thoughts in his head and he needed sleep that wouldn’t come to him – he was still fucking thinking about what Lucifer said to him. Adam hadn’t been sure what to expect when he told Lucifer that he did, in fact, want to have another round, but being fucking teased was not on the list.

Before Adam knew it the light of the morning was creeping into the room through the small gap not covered by curtains. He groaned, he wasn’t sure if he had slept but if he did, it didn’t feel like it. His ears perked to the sound of rustling sheets to the side of him where Lucifer had been laying.

Ah, he was awake too.

Adam could hear the other man sit up and yawn, presumably stretching as he did before sliding out of bed and walking to the connected bathroom. Adam sat up, rubbing his sore eyes. A headache was starting to form as his tiredness was starting to set in. Adam looked around the duck-covered room, it was almost impressive how many there were if it wasn’t a sad display. Adam jolted when the bathroom door opened once more, Lucifer coming out and looking at Adam.

“Good morning Adam, how’d you sleep?” Lucifer yawned.

“Like shit, hardly fucking slept,” Adam huffed.

Lucifer looked over him, “I can tell.” Adam opened his mouth to protest but stopped when Lucifer continued, “get some sleep.”

Adam blinked, “what?”

“Get some rest,” he simply restated. Before Adam could question his sudden tenderness he added, “you’ll need it.”

Adam stared at the other man, face hotter than the fucking sun as Lucifer just smiled at him. Lucifer clapped his hands together, his usual formal clothes appearing on his small frame, “Welp, I’m going to eat breakfast.” And with that, he walked out the room and was gone.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer #sinner adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin adam #adam #lucifer x adam #adam hazbin hotel #adamsapple #guitarduck

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kamii-2 · 2 days

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hii so as yk i wanted to make an requesttt. i wanna know if you can do ice brady hc (maybe a lil spicy iykyk)

i chose ice brady because i honestly because she’s literally so underrated i see no fics abt her and i feel like i need some(desperately)

its ok if u cant do it know js take ur time mll💋💋

love u smm have a amazing day ❤️❤️

hi lovelyyy, i love this request and i agree, ice is super underrated (she’s so fine omfg)

warning(s): cussing, smut

genre: fluff & smut

pairing(s): ice brady x reader

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always making dirty jokes

like that one live where kk, paige, snd ice were talking about height and kk says that her and nika were face to face and ice goes “mouth to mouth.” 😭😭

big and little spoon, depends on the day

you guys barely ever get into arguments so when you do it’s bad

shes the type to say stuff that purposely makes you mad

a bully 😭

definitely scream sings dirty songs ALL THE TIME

like she will be in the kitchen and youll be in the bedroom and all you hear is her screaming the lyrics to all i need by lloyd

calls you names all the time

“okay little ugly.” “you tell me the opposite every day.”

records you eating and posts it with the big back audio

now every time you eat you hide from her 💀

lowkey (highkey) slow as hell

loves to facetime you when you can’t come over and play roblox

falls asleep on the phone every time you guys call

LOVES taking showers with you (in cute ways and in dirty ways)

dramatic as fuck

my blurb about ice being sick is a great example of her being dramatic 😭😭

tells you that she loves you before bed every night

loves kisses and hugs

“one more kiss?” “i just gave you like 4.” “well it’s an uneven number so-“

kk and paige are always with you guys

they’ll all come to your dorm, go to your room, then go live 😭

ice is the type of person to say “do you wanna fight” every chance she gets

“no.” “do you wanna fight?” “let’s go then.” and you stand up and she starts screaming before your even do anything

takes absolutely nothing seriously

sends you tiktoks all day long

you guys make tiktoks together all the time

lazy and only does stuff if you give her things in return

“can you do the dishes?” “not unless i get something in return.” “like what?” “head.” “ice.”

posts you on her instagram story all the time

smut hcs

i don’t see her degrading you in bed, like making fun of you as a joke yea but never calling you a slut

she loves giving praises

telling you how good you’re doing and stuff like that

absolute clown

if you wear glasses and they fall off while you guys are fucking she will play around and put them on

same thing goes for lashes 😭 like if they fall off she jsut puts them on your body some where

and if you wear wigs and it comes off, guess what … she wears it

ice is definitely a switch

shower sex is 😩

she doesn’t really care for toys

you guys have a strap and vibrator but use them every once and a while

loves edging you and getting edged

def has a sex playlist

dirtiest of dirty talkers

like nobody has talked to you the way she does

takes pictures of you guys fucking and has an album in her phone full of them

fucking everywhere but the bedroom

car, bathroom, restaurant, anywhere

ice is always horny 😭 especially at night

sends dirty messages all day long

she also sends those red thoughts tiktok videos (pls tell me yk what im talking about)

she loves when you eat her out

her moans are actually angelic

thinks scissoring is too much work so she never does it 😭😭

when she uses the strap she doesn’t hold back

tells you have much she loves you as she fucks you

loves to make you squirt

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i hope you enjoyed, anyway i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

#uconn wbb #uconn huskies #ice brady #ice brady x reader #wlw post #fluff #smut

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pixelheartthrob · 2 days

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In Defense of Princess Elise.

When I first got heavily into the Sonic franchise in 2020, I had already heard of how bad 06 was and that Elise was the worst part of it. While 06 isn't a great game by any means, Elise is definitely not the biggest problem. The fandom made me believe that she was a selfish, necrophiliac psychopath who liked doing...inappropriate things to animals and didn't care about her people. Once I played the game, however, I saw that this is the complete opposite of how she is. The fandom and the entire internet (because the hatred people have for Elise extends far beyond the fanbase) lied about this character and everyone played along with it for decades.

She had a small arc where Sonic taught her to open up, enjoy life, and made her feel genuine happiness for the first time since her father died. I thought it was a sweet and simple arc, and compared to how headache-inducing the time travel stuff can be, I prefer the simplicity of Elise's story. A lot of people blame Elise herself for getting kidnapped but it's not really the character's fault, it's the contrived plots fault. It's common for fan rewrites to try and fix this by changing Elise into a fighter, but that's not really "fixing" that's more like replacing. Elise just isn't a fighter. It reminds me of people saying Elise would be better if she was an anthro character, but her being human isn't a problem. It's just the art direction that needs improving. I actually think Elise being human is one of the things that makes her unique (and her status as Sonic's human love interest is what she's most well known for, so if Sega was to remake 06 and she suddenly showed up as an entirely different species, it'd be a bit jarring lol). You can also considerably lower the number of contrived kidnappings without changing Elise into something she's not. Elise's story and character are more emotion-driven than action-driven, so there are other ways she can be strong. She's already a strong character in an emotional sense. In fact, she's the most emotionally strong character in the series.

For example, I think the moment where Elise blows out the flame is one of the most powerful moments in the franchise. People give her a lot of crap for her breakdown, mostly her "I don't care what happens to the world!" line. This line gets blown out of proportion by a lot of Sonic fans and gamers in general because they aren't very observant and take everything at face value. People call Elise "selfish" for this outburst but just put yourself in her shoes. Imagine if you had to give up the only friend you've ever had ‐ the only person who made you feel genuine happiness in years. All the moments you spent together would be erased from your memory. I don't think most people would be able to make such a sacrifice. Get off her back, guys. She's not selfish. Everyone has had moments where they got upset at how unfair the world is. She obviously didn't mean it, because she regained her composure when remembering Sonic's words and blew out the flame shortly afterwards. People also claim she's being dramatic and crying over someone she's known for a few days, but they conveniently forget that Sonic was literally her only friend and the only one she felt happiness around since the death of her parents. It's understandable that she'd get attached. The fact that Elise blew out the flame and put the world's needs above her own despite all she's been through and despite knowing that she'll lose her only friend shows how selfless she is. She does care about the world.

So, how would one fix Elise without completely altering her character? It's simple, really. Just give her more screentime. Maybe explore how she feels about her parents (especially her father) and explore how she coped with their deaths. The "not crying for 10 years" thing is the only problem people seem to have with Elise's backstory, but I think there's an easy fix for this, too.

In the scene where Sonic is killed, we see a glimpse of Elise remembering her father's words. At first I wondered what this flashback was showing, but I think this is meant to show Elise's reaction to the news of her father's death. As we can see, she's not crying, but is gently clutching the blue chaos emerald and seems to be in a trance-like state. My idea is that maybe the energy of the chaos emerald regulates her emotions and she carries it around for comfort. It could also help her cope by detaching from the situation or reality altogether.

We can see her clutching the emerald during the first cutscene at the festival when Eggman threatens to take it from her, too. She is understandably reluctant to hand the emerald over because it was given to her as a charm to ease the pain of her father's death, so she holds it dearly. She probably had the emerald in this cutscene as emotional support just in case anything went wrong during the festival because other than that, I can't think of a reason for her to be carrying it. There are also moments where she blanks out or has hallucinations.

So that's my idea as to how Elise went for so long without crying. Elise is a decent character that just needed more screentime, not a complete character overhaul like people say. In my proposed fixes, I didn't make many drastic changes or remove anything from Elise's character or backstory, I just added to it. The main problem is that Elise was underwritten, not badly written, as there were things that should've been explored more regarding her backstory and her parents. I'd like to mention what I said at the start about people portraying her as a creep whose into necrophilia and beastiality, mainly because of her kissing Sonic. People really overreact to the kiss scene as if it's a scandalous moment that Sega tried to sneak into a kids game, but it's...really not. It's clearly meant to be reminiscent of a fairytale and the kiss was obscured by a light. It's quite literally the most tame thing in the universe. Plus, Sonic's spirit was present during the kiss and the first thing he does upon being revived is thank Elise. It's also not beatiality because Sonic isn't a literal hedgehog. He's an anthropomorphic cartoon character that's able to walk, talk, and think like humans do.

Just like how people will portray Elise as a creep, they'll portray Sonic as being disturbed by her very presence or Amy wanting to kill Elise because she "stole her man". This obviously contradicts everything in the actual game because Sonic is shown to enjoy Elise's company and Amy has a lot of respect for Elise. It's very misogynistic to think that just because two female characters have a crush on the same guy, they have to be at eachothers throats. It's also strange because Sonic fans will throw huge fits when the characters are written poorly, out of character, or flanderized, but that's exactly what they're doing to the characters when they make stuff like this. Writing Amy to be hateful and violent towards Elise in a fanfic just turns Amy into the crazy, overprotective, Sonic stalker that fans hate to see people accuse her of being. If Sonic was to act like a jerk towards any of his other friends, fans would consider that out of character, so why is it okay when fans portray him as acting like that towards Elise - someone he is shown to appreciate and consider a friend? I guess it's okay to wildly misrepresent a character, but only when it's directed at or about another character that you don't like. This fandom makes no sense.

#sonic 06 #princess elise #sonic the hedgehog #sonic series #Elise deserved better #amy rose #sega

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sungdonnie · 4 hours

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PS•Debate\

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

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

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

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

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

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

You just nodded not wanted say anything.

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

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

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

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

" She's no good"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-20 minutes later

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Ah ok"

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

" Y/n whats wrong" Sunghoon asked you.

" Nothing." you say quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

Coach- " You're so bad"

Sunghoon - " i'll get going now bye"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Ah ok" you nodded,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Oh because i'm home" you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" You think i'm cute?" He grinned

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

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

- In Y/n's house

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

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

Sunghoon

- "Hey Y/ninnie i'm home"

- "wyd?

Y/n

" im just thinking about today"

baby/hoon

- " Aww your thinking about me

- " How cute of you baby"

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

Y/n

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

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

baby/hoon

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

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

Y/n

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

baby/hoon

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

- " anyway bye"

Y/n

- It's not like that i promise

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

baby/hoon

- Sure.

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

- After the shower

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

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

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

" Y/n Sunghoon" You said.

" Wyd" he asked you,

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

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

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

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

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

" So?" you told him

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

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

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

z- Time [5:00 am]

- "y/n are you up?"

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

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

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

You decided to text Sunghoon.

-I will make up too you dw

-but do you have any suggestion on how.

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

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

-1 hour later

You got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-" good morning y/n"

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

-" My address is ____"

-" You can come rn"

Y/n

-"okay Sunghoonie"

-At Sunghoon's house"

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

" Who are you?" she asked softly.

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

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

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

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

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

" Your new friend Y/n" She smiled.

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

" Did you hear him?" She asked you.

" Mhm" you nodded.

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

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

" How was your sleep?" you asked him.

" It was okay i guess" he responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-At school ( sorry for the time skips)

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

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

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

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

" So i'm a target" you deadpanned.

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

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

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

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

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

" Okay then" you say defeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby/hoon

-i'm sorry for bumping to you

-I hate acting like this with you

-i'm sorry y/n

y/n

-its okay.

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

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

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

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

"Y/n" Sunghoon whispered to you.

You looked at him with confusion.

"Unhand me" he mocked you.

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

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

-Lunch time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Okayy then" you say.

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

" what is it?"

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

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

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

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

" Do what?"

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

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

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

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

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

You could see his cheeks getting pink.

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

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

-Debate club

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" why is everyone making noise about that?"

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

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

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

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

" Nothing" You told him.

" What ever you say babes"

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

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

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

" Good luck hoonie" You told him.

" Thanks baby" He said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then Hana went .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-Now they were done.

" Now everyone cast their votes" The coach said.

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

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

Sunghoon gathered hia stuff and walked over to you confidently.

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

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

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

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

" sure" you deadpanned.

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

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

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

You grabbed your stuff and walked out with him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" Sunghoon are you all right" you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

" hmm?"

" You okay?"

" mhm"

" Use your words"

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

" I'm okay hoon" you said lowly.

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

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

" It hurts" you say.

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

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

" A little?" You question.

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

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

" yeah me too" he agrees.

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

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

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

" Yeah, so lets go" he tells you.

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

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

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

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

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

Then you watched some on making out.

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

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

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

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

You sudennly you got a text from Sunghoon.

baby/hoon

-do you like scary movies?

Y/n

-Yes i love them

baby/hoon

-Well good night sweets

-Can't wait for tomorrow!

Y/n

-Me neither

-good night hoonie

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

Morning

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

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

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

baby/hoon

-Picking you up at 1

-Can't wait too see you pretty

Y/n

-Okay hoonie

-i can't wait to see you neither.

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

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

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

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

" Hi sunghoon, you look amazing"

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

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

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

"Aw thanks hoon, I love them"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-At the restaurant.

" We are here BabY" Sunghoon told you.

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

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

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

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

" Now come one lets go" He told you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(sunghoon is pink)

" waaa everything sounds really good"

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

" Okayy I'll trust you with the food.

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

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

' Well just forget about me' You thought.

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

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

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

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

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

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

" What why!?" He pouted.

" Because she called you it."

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

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

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

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

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

" No silly i was just joking" you laughed.

" Oh ok good" he smiled.

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

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

" Yours" you answered quickly.

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

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

" Hoonie were you really crying from earlier?"

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

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

" How?' He raised an eyebrow.

" you'll see" You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Some time later

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Hoonie”

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

“ okay hoon”

“ Now let’s go to my room” he smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“ Sit down y/ninne” he told you.

“ okayy”

“ put this on”

“ what is it?”

“ matching pjs”

“ That’s so cute”

“ I’ll post it on my instagram”

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

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

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

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

“ nothing” you said rather fast.

“ Wanna see it?”

“ of course I wanna see it”

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

“ SUNGHOON HOW DO YOU HAVE 50K?”

“ Ugh I don’t know” he shrugged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Okay hoonie”

“ What do you wanna watch baby?”

“ You could just put Anna belle”

“ Are you sure?”

“ yes of course”

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

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

“ Yes of course what pose ?” you smiled.

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

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

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

“ Yes Hoonie I do” you reassured him.

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

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

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

“ Mhm”

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

“ Perfect” you said while looking at the picture.

“ Okay time for the real picture” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ mhm “ he whined.

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

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

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

“ mhm sorry” you reassured him.

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

“ Y/n fuck~” he moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ Y/n you are so perfect” he laughed.

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

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

“ Hoonie that’s not an answer”

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

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

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

“ Can I pleasure you now?”

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

“ what do you mean” Sunghoon whined.

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

“ I wanted to give you pleasure” he whined.

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

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

“ so what are we” you asked him.

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

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

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

- end

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

#hyunjin #jeongin #lee felix series #txt #stray kids #stray kids jisung #changbin #lee know #felix angst #bang chan #sunghoon x reader #smut #Jay #jake enhypen #jungwon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen smut #enhypen #sunghoon imagines

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The English Client — Eleven

— PAIRING: Tom Riddle x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: The year is 1952. Tom is working for Borgin and Burkes. He is sent to Rome to acquire three ancient books of magic by any means necessary. One in particular proves challenging to reach, and the only path forward is through a pretty, young bookseller. A foreigner like him, she lives alone, obsessed with her work... until Tom comes into her life.

— WARNINGS: none

— WORDCOUNT: 3k

— TAGLIST: @esolean @localravenclaw @slytherins-heir

Tom was displeased — not an uncommon occurrence. He was displeased with how familiar he’d come to be with the hotel and its surroundings, the lobby, the little restaurant, and how he knew by heart its every corner and the menu and the waiters. He was not a restless sort of person — on the contrary, he could lie in wait for a long time if needed — but it did disturb him how settled he now was in that muggle hotel.

He’d been picking at his breakfast since 6:30 AM. In fact, he’d been the first guest to arrive. By now it was nearly eight, and he had to be at Casa Ur by nine. His job…

He wasn’t suffering from a lack of appetite, not that he’d ever really had one. Living in an orphanage in London during the war had accustomed him to doing without many comforts. Rather, he dreaded going in. He may have been the last person anyone would suspect of laziness, but privately, he hated it. Hated having to report to someone, especially somebody inferior. Hated having his time wasted on the whims of others. Hated having to find his way through the sea of papers that were Oso’s home, always having to ask, or spend hours finding out where something was placed. Oh, to have a Time Turner and make this horrid morning last forever…

With a sigh, he downed his tea in one gulp, stuffed another fluff of omelette in his mouth, and left.

It wasn’t like he was going to meet Abraxas Malfoy, his old schoolmate, on his way to work. Indeed, they might never meet at all, if that old bastard Oso won’t let him work during the auction. But damn it, why did Abraxas have to be after the same book? It wasn’t like he was the most erudite of his old friends. Personally, Tom thought him a stereotypical dumb blond, getting by in his grades due to his good looks and family wealth. He could only hope Abraxas wouldn’t do anything stupid and blow his cover.

“Look on the bright side,” Tom said to himself. “Brax swore himself in service to Lord Voldemort. He wouldn’t refuse me anything.”

The end of the month brought summer’s end, and with it came Tom’s first payment — cut in half, as he’d only been there since the middle of the month. He’d finished analysing the three books and sent his notes off to the Baron, together with his confirmation that he would keep working there. He didn’t need the money, as he’d gotten into the habit of enchanting pebbles to be coins and newspaper pages into banknotes, but a salary was the perfect excuse to approach his target, his key of choice in that muggle institution, with an invitation.

“A date?!” she said, looking happier than he’d expected her to be.

“A date, an evening out among colleagues,” Tom smiled, leaning on her desk. “Whatever you like.”

“Colleagues, is it? So will Ambrogio be invited too?” she chuckled, eyes twinkling with a tease.

“Ugh, don’t.”

She laughed. “Is it that bad?”

“Let’s trade places one day. You’ll see.”

“No, I’d rather go on a date,” she pouted, coming around to lean beside him. “Where?”

“I had several ideas in mind… All of them a little selfish,” he said, slinking closer to her until their shoulders touched. “To start, maybe, the museum?”

“Really?”

It was not, of course, a selfish choice for Tom. He couldn’t care less about muggle history, ancient or otherwise, but he knew her to be the kind of sentimental soul that cared for it.

“And in the evening, I have tickets to a concert. We can have dinner in between. Your choice of restaurant, of course.”

She could barely contain her smile. Tom thought for a moment that she might even hug him, and his body braced for it, but it never came. The loosening of his muscles felt like a disappointment.

“Oh Tom, but you’ve barely earned anything yet, how can you afford —”

“Don’t worry about me.”

She sighed, clearly worrying regardless. It was a little cute, if he was honest. Through her open eyes, he read a thousand feelings, none of them seemingly connected with each other: fear and joy, anticipation, dread, and gladness.

“I want to spend more time with you,” he said in a low voice as he placed his hand over her own on the edge of the desk. “Being stuck down there all day while you’re up here and we can hardly see each other…”

“I know… I miss you too,” she confessed, blushing slightly.

“You do?”

He knew she did, of course. From early on in their acquaintance he’d attempted to seduce her, to get her on his side. He wore his tightest shirts just for her, even when the weather killed him. He walked her home a few times more since being employed there, and sat and waited for her to lure alleycats to pet them, or rushed with her to buy a baguette so she could feed the pigeons, or any number of useless things she thought to do in the evening.

“But… Tom, does this…” she started, chewing on her lip.

“Yes?” he asked, tension filling him as well.

“Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend?”

His mind blanched, not helped by her looking up at him with those wide eyes, her lips so close, so kissable…

“W-would you like to be?”

He went back down to the basement smiling, his lips still warm after a little kiss. He touched his lips once finally alone, the taste of her already fleeting.

“Pull yourself together, Tom,” he said. “This is not the time to simper for a muggle.”

The rest of the day was compromised, naturally, as all either of them could think about was the coming Saturday when their date was arranged. There was a clandestine air about it too, as nobody else knew that they were going. It was exactly the sort of attitude he wanted to inspire in her about the two of them.

III

The museum Tom took her to was the Palazzo Altemps. In centuries past an aristocratic mansion, now home to a collection of art that spanned from antiquity to the Renaissance. It looked frail and solid all at once, full of colour and yet gloriously dead, the statues staring at them like beautiful corpses, frescoes billowing across the walls.

Tom thought it did well to cover the historical periods that she, too, was interested in, if her taste in books was any measure. He was right, she positively gushed when they came across the bust of someone whose book they had in their collection. But she was mostly fond of those displays that splattered across the eras, ancient Roman statues standing tall and cold against a faded fresco a thousand years younger, looking soft and fragmentary in shades of gold and blue that once used to be crimson and black before the ages changed them.

“Can you imagine living here?” she whispered, her head tilting back in ecstasy. A long, floral corridor stretched out before them, with a garden to the right seeping with a milky light. “So wide and open and beautiful…”

“I couldn’t,” he grumbled. “Think of how much maintenance such a place would require…”

His new girlfriend laughed at him, the chime of it resounding through the halls.

For Tom’s part, he was mostly struck by the conspicuous differences between things. Mainly those within himself. It was a strange experience to look upon the art of muggles as a wizard, and the art of Italy as an Englishman. He was, in this way, twice a foreigner, and yet…He felt like everything there welcomed him.

In spite of his criticism of the place, he knew he could be at home among those gentle smiles, the unseeing eyes, the outstretched arms, and even saw parts of himself in the leisure of a lean white leg or a smooth abdomen, or a gentle curl of hair. The thread-thin reeds in the distant landscape of a fresco, or the vaporous rays of a sunset over the horizon of a city.

Beside him, he heard his companion stop, standing in smiling contemplation of the same thing. Her hand brushed against his, and suddenly it felt right to take it. He did, and in a fluid motion, as if nothing else could possibly follow such a gentle act, her head leaned to rest against his shoulder. He felt her warmth in the crook of his neck, the softness of her hair against his cheek, and Tom couldn’t help but lean a little closer. He rested his cheek on the top of her head.

She took them to a nearby restaurant for lunch. She claimed not to know the area very well, as she hadn’t gone wandering there since her earliest days in Rome, but Tom had come to trust her choices.

“So you’ve seen all there is to see, is that it?” he asked with a lopsided smile. Suddenly, his whole itinerary for the day seemed lacking.

“There is always more to see in Rome,” she said with a dreamy smile, cheek resting in her palm.

She seemed genuinely happy, and that soothed Tom’s ego somewhat.

“How many years have you lived here?”

“Oh my, it’s been at least six by now, I think.”

“And you’ve been working for the Baron the whole time?”

“Only for the last four years. The first two, I drifted from job to job, just at other libraries and shops…”

“Why did you leave?” he asked, taking a sip of wine.

“Some went out of business. It was a more tumultuous period, after the war. Others, I wasn’t really happy at. Some owners were mean, rude, demanding…”

“Unlike the Baron?” Tom asked with a grin.

“He is a bit of all of that,” she admitted. “But the opportunity to work with those books was… impossible to refuse. His collection is unparalleled, at least in Italy.”

Tom smiled and looked down at his plate.

“You agree,” she said — not asked — as she looked at him intently. “You’re still after the Delomelanicon, aren’t you?”

“Is is a fine collection,” Tom shrugged. “But my employer has something truly worthy of envy. The most rare of ancient esoterica. I suppose that’s why he’s so keen on acquiring Torchia. It’s too good to be left with the Baron.”

To his surprise, she laughed, wine trembling in her glass as she held it. It was not a mocking laugh, but something truly amused and girlish.

“Typical,” she trilled, her eyes shining. “The arrogance of old collectors… Well, then I guess you’ll just have to compete with the French gentleman.”

“Who, Malfoy?” Tom smirked. “I don’t think he’s French.”

He wanted to slap himself for saying it, but could not resist bragging that he knew something that she didn’t.

“How can you be so sure?”

“I happen to have gone to school with him.”

And there it was, his flaw, his arrogance: the mad and senseless instinct to impress her. Yes, he too knew important people, he too rubbed elbows with the aristocracy, and had a life before all of this.

But she was far from impressed.

“You couldn’t have,” she scoffed.

“And why not?” asked Tom with a cold squint.

“Why? Because he must be at least fifty years old…”

“… Ah.”

And with that, all of Tom’s plans crumbled. Of course it had to be the elder Septimus Malfoy, not his son… He should have guessed it from the start. Abraxas would never have gone through so much trouble for something educational, and his father never would have trusted him with it.

“So, will you?” she asked, her cheeks full with an impish smile.

“Will I what?”

“Compete with him for the book.”

Tom stuffed his fork in his spaghetti bolognese and frowned. There were various ways to say yes, and various ways to lie. Out of all of them, he chose the riskiest one.

“I will, with your help, if you wish to give it.”

She smirked and looked up from underneath her lashes. “Are you trying to take advantage of our special relationship?”

“Only if you let me,” he winked.

The concert was held in a park, where a wooden stage was raised in front of a tall fountain, lights hanging all around with garlands of fake paper flowers. There were seats among the flowerbeds and stands in the back with drinks. Tom bought two glasses of champagne for them, and they sat shoulder to shoulder, their coats up to their ears like barn owls to keep the midnight cold at bay.

It was a jazz concert, a novelty for Tom for whom it meant nothing, but she seemed to enjoy it. The band, a local group all dressed in black, played tunes that ranged from the energetic to the dour, and the air was filled with so much sound that Tom felt it in his chest. It was a completely new experience. He’d never gone out to enjoy music on his own, nor did he enjoy it in private either. Unlike most of his Slytherin classmates, he actually knew how to work a radio, but he’d always found sound in the background to be distracting when he worked.

And as he sat and listened to the band, he found no reason to change his opinion. Music was a waste of time, he thought. After each song, the audience applauded, and with the champagne glass tucked between his legs, he did so too, but privately he felt nothing. Their music was too fast-paced, too rushed, too out of pace with his own feelings.

He used the time to think of Mr. Malfoy. What did he really know about him? He’d been invited to his house for Abraxas’ seventeenth birthday, so they’d met. He remembered sprawling gardens with marble pillars, swans sliding on a lake, and a large, cold house. Tom knew Septimus to be a tall pale figure, distant, resplendent, and utterly dedicated to his family — not that Abraxas ever appreciated it.

The Malfoys were faultlessly hospitable to him, no doubt having heard of his magical skills from their son, and perhaps of his heritage too. But behind their manners and their perfect smiles, Tom detected, without even having to use Legilimency, disgust at his half-blood status, and underneath that, a certain envy.

He could only imagine, then, what reaction Mr. Malfoy would have at seeing him working for muggles in a foreign country. He sighed and bowed his head, his soul swirling with anguish and horror at the mess that was to come. And there was no avoiding it…

At his side, he felt a gentle hand. She nuzzled close to him, turning to look at him, frowning, as if to ask what was wrong. Tom raised her hand to his lips and placed a kiss on it, and for a moment all his worries were gone.

They were walking side by side down the street that led to her home. After hours spent together, walking, briefly talking, looking at each other or just feeling one another’s presence, it was difficult for Tom to get back into the habit of hiding himself so well. He couldn’t even muster up the tried and true old charms he used with wealthy witches back in England. He was too much of himself that night, and he wasn’t sorry at being, however faintly, seen.

“What are you thinking about?”

He turned to smile at her. “You, of course,” he said.

“No you weren’t.” She was giggling, but through the midnight dark, Tom thought he saw sadness in her eyes.

He sighed. “Alright, I wasn’t.”

“Is it the books?”

He chuckled. She wasn’t far off, in a way. “Am I that transparent?”

“No,” she grinned, wrapping her arm around his. “Quite impenetrable, actually. It was just a lucky guess.”

“Is that so?”

“I used to think about books too, that’s all. Often even outside of work. It was fun, it’s… an infinite subject to get lost in.”

“Used to? What do you think about nowadays, then?”

That caught her off guard. “Erm, you know, everyday sort of things.”

Tom tightened his grip on her arm and made her look at him. With her gaze wide and open on his, he chanced a quick prod into her mind. He met no resistance, in fact, save for a milky smooth veneer, her thoughts were clear as crystal.

He saw himself. And one head shorter and a little less defined was a figure he recognised as her. Tom found it amusing that she saw him more clearly than she saw herself. They were kissing. His arms were around her, his hands gripping her head to hold her still. There was a swaying to their motions that seemed to change direction. It soon became clear to Tom that they were making love. His body covered hers in the middle of a plush darkness, their bodies like pillars of light, they moved together as smoothly as seafoam.

Her eyes went wide when he spent a moment too long looking at her, and she shifted her gaze away to the sidewalk. Her building was already in view. Did she guess that he had read her mind? It wasn’t possible…

Tom chuckled. He reached up and hooked a finger underneath her chin to tilt her face back up to look at him.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he asked, feeling more smug now than he had any right to be. “Hm? Do you want to show me something?”

She exhaled, and even that sounded shaky. “Maybe,” she said in a small voice. “W-would you like to come inside?” She didn’t even finish saying it before she blushed — more at her own phrasing than anything.

“I would.”

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