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justanotherlifeff · 3 years

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You hated Bakugou Katsuki with every single fiber of your body. Yes, at the moment, you were running around on the streets, trying to find the site at which Bakugou was currently fighting a villain. You had finally taken it upon yourself to stop the angry blond from ruining his reputation any further by intervening whenever he had to deal with the press. Which basically meant, you had to track him during his patrols, find out where the hell he is fighting a villain and be there to stop him from running his mouth. Thanks to that, the press has now recognized as ‘the mom assistant’ as the news articles said, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakugou-kun!” you yelled, catching the blonde’s attention as he was close to starting an argument with the reporter talking to him. “Why the fuck do you always have to butt in?” Bakugou yelled at you, clearly furious, possibly because of something the reporter said. “Well, cause you need to keep your mouth in check!” you snapped at him before smiling at the reporter and saying, “Sorry sir, we’ll have to cut this short” and pulled Bakugou out of the crowd. “Stop pulling me dimwit!” Bakugou barked, yet letting you take him away despite his ability to yank you off. “Well, do you think Deku-san is gonna yell at reporters? Why do you think you never cross him at the popularity poll? Fan votes aren’t everything you know. We both want you to be the number 1, Bakugou-kun” you lectured him, something that worked every single time somehow.

Bakugou only let out a small grunt in reply, liking the fact that you always told him that you wanted him to be the number 1. In fact, he started the argument with the reporter only to have you lecture him. He had been causing way more trouble for you than usual just to hear you say how much you want him to be the number 1, since his ego, which was as big as an entire dinosaur, did not allow him to just ask you to praise him. Little did he know, it only made you more overworked, more frustrated with him.

Yes, you were absolutely hopeless on how to deal with his PR issues. The fact that you had a rather personal connection to his antics did not help either. You were wondering whether your plan to spend more time with him was a mistake, but, you did not have the heart to stop all that meaningless cooking sessions, which were not really cooking sessions anymore, but more like just hanging out together at your apartment, watching random stuff on the TV while eating whatever food he helped you cook up. Sometimes, he would ask you to show up at his regular gym with food and you would just wait there and watch him work out. The two of you would talk, and sometimes he would help you work out as well since “you can’t possibly protect yourself with that noodle arms dumbass!”.

You were at home, at 12am, thinking about possible solutions to handling a way more troublesome Bakugou, when you got a call from the team leader of his PR team. “What the fuck did he do again?” you wondered as you picked the call up. “What did he do now?” you asked, frustration clear in his voice. “Check Chargebolt’s Instagram. We are currently contacting his PR team to take down the post but seems like Chargebolt hacked into it pretty well. I’m surprised that someone as dumb as him was able to do something like that. I need you to find Bakugou and Chargebolt and get rid of the post before any further damage is done.” Was all he said before hanging up. “Damn, it must be bad…” you muttered as you got into Chargebolt’s profile. And damn, it really was bad.

The picture was of a very drunk Bakugou, who was smiling smugly at the camera. However, that wasn’t the bad part. The bad part was the two girls on both his laps, two girls who had claimed to have slept with Bakugou in the past, something you had a hard time handling, both as an assistant and as someone who was unfortunate enough to be in love with Bakugou Katsuki himself. “OH, HELL NO! NOT ON MY WATCH!” You gritted your teeth, obviously tired of his bullshit, as you slipped into some decent clothes and ran to catch the train closest to the address of nightclub that his PR team texted you about.

As soon as you reached, the bouncer stopped you, as he thought that you were a random civilian trying to get into the heroes only club. “I’m Bakugou Katsuki’s assistant. I’ve got my ID card. I need to talk to him urgently.” You told him, showing your ID card. “I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not allowed to let anyone who’s not a hero in.” the bouncer answered calmly. “Well, then I’m sorry about this.” You muttered before making a run towards the entrance, without giving the bouncer the chance to catch you. For once, you were thankful to your brat of a boss for making sure you had the stamina to run fast, thanks to tracking him all over the city for the last few months.

Thankfully, you found him quite fast, still with those two obnoxious fangirls as you charged towards him. “BAKUGOU FUCKING KATSUKI, WE NEED TO FUCKING TALK!” You snarled at him. “Damnnnn, you get all the hotties don’tcha Kacchan?” you heard Chargebolt laugh from a chair nearby, having a drink. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Bakugou asked, not even hiding the blush as he found you being angry immensely attractive. However, you were not looking at him at the moment. In fact, you were glaring so hard at Kaminari that if you had an eye lazer quirk, he’d be dead five times over.

“You, delete that fucking post. NOW!” you scolded the now scared lightening hero. “Damn… Okay okay I’m doing it jeez! You’re scarier than Bakugou wtf?” Kaminari chuckled nervously as he deleted the post with shaky hands. “Good. I’ll make sure your PR team gives you hell if you pull any shit like this again.” You gave the nervous man one last glare before directing all your wrath to Bakugou.

For once, he was smart enough to ditch the fangirls, knowing very well that pissing you off now would not end well, no matter how hot you look at the moment. “You, are coming with me.” You told him quietly, venom in your voice. The bouncer finally found you at that moment and tried to apologize to Bakugou about letting you in, however, Bakugou muttering a small “it’s fine” to him told him all about you in an instant. The pro hero never spoke quietly, which only meant that you must be important enough to interrupt his night.

“You’re too drunk to drive. Gimme your keys.” You muttered as you got out of the club with a rather tame looking Bakugou. “You can drive?” he asked, to which you snapped, “Just cause I don’t have a car doesn’t mean I can’t drive, asshole!”. To that, he simply handed over the keys to his Lamborghini to you, which you used to unlock his car and get in. Bakugou got into the passenger’s seat and after a brief moment of uncomfortable silence, he asked, “So, where are we going?” to which you answered, “your penthouse.”. “How the fuck do you know my address?” he asked. “I’m your assistant, Bakugou.” You answered, not looking at him.

The rest of the ride passed in a tense silence as you finally reached the parking lot of his penthouse. After putting his car in the designated area, you decided that enough was enough. You did not want to deal with these feelings anymore. You did not want to deal with situations where he looked at other women the way you wanted him to look at you. You decided that you should rip the bandage then and there. “Bakugou, I wanna quit the job. I’ll bring the resignation letter tomorrow.” You muttered.

To say that Bakugou was in shock was an understatement. “What? What the fuck? Why?” he asked, not hiding the hurt expression on his face. “I can’t take this anymore. Do you even realize how much trouble you cause? Why did I have to show up at a random high class night club today, run from the bouncer, shout at another top pro hero to delete YOUR picture with some random women all because you can’t keep it in your pants? Why do you constantly cause all that PR nightmare? It’s only gotten worse since I started cooking for you. One moment, you try to show up at my home to hang out for no reason and then you go through all the effort to make life harder for me. What do you want from me, Bakugou? Have I done anything wrong? Honestly, this is exactly why Deku is the number 1 hero and you’re not. If I were Deku’s assistant, he wouldn’t have….” Your voice cracked but you were stopped by Bakugou.

“You’re not his assistant. Don’t fucking say good things about him. You’re mine, (Y/N). Not Deku’s, not anyone’s, but mine.” Bakugou growled possessively. “I’m not yours, Bakugou. Those girls you sleep with on a daily basis, they are yours. I don’t want to be with someone who fucks around with random women who throw themselves at them.” You snapped back and for once, Bakugou realized that he messed up.

At the beginning, Bakugou always did as he pleased as 1, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, he got his dick wet so basically, it was always a win-win situation for him. After you fell into his life (quite literally), he found out that he should do as he pleases as 1, again, his fans loved whatever the hell he did and 2, his overinflated ego wouldn’t let him confess his feelings towards you, which is why, it started as him trying to deny his feelings by fucking someone else and later, when he realized that it wasn’t working, he stopped the fucking, but pretended that he didn’t stop it, assuming that you would get jealous and confess to him first. However, now he realized that he judged the situation completely wrong.

“I won’t change what I said, (L/N). You’re mine. I’m saying that, considering everything you just said to me.” Bakugou answered after a brief pause. “So, you’re trying to tell me that you did not sleep with anyone.” You asked him with a deadpan expression. “I stopped two months ago. Pikachu posted that picture because I asked him to. I wanted you to think that I didn’t stop. You can ask all my friends about it.” Bakugou muttered, looking clearly embarrassed. “And why the fuck would you want me to think you’re fucking around?” you asked him, clearly confused. “So that you confess first…” Bakugou muttered, looking away in embarrassment.

The two of you sat there in silence before you busted out laughing. “OI! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING ABOUT?” Bakugou yelled at you, his face completely red, making you laugh even harder. “My God, you’re such a tsundere!” you somehow choked out before wheezing due to laughter. Bakugou just sat there like a sulking child till you were done laughing.

“So, you’re mine. That’s settled right?” Bakugou asked you grumpily, as soon as you caught your breath. “You know, out of all the ways I expected you to ask me out, this was definitely not something I expected, and yet, somehow, this sounds exactly like something you’d do.” You chuckled softly. Bakugou only grunted as an answer. A rather comfortable silence fell between the two of you before it was interrupted yet again by Bakugou.

“So, you didn’t say if it was settled or not.” He grumbled. “Yessir, it’s settled.” You answered. A moment later, he asked again, “So, you’re not leaving the job, right?”. “Nope, I’m not.” You answered. Another brief moment later, he demanded, “Tell me that I’m better than Deku.”. “I will, if you behave.” You answered with a smile, to which he replied, “Fuck you”. “Well, then I won’t call you better than Deku” you answered with a sickly-sweet smile, making him pop a vein on his forehead. “Say it!” he barked, only to have you reply, “Deku is better than…” before you were cut off by a kiss.

You absolutely hated Bakugou Katsuki. Yes, you totally hated the fact that he won your heart. Right.

A/N: THERE WILL BE SMUT ON THE NEXT CHAPTER.

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sheerbeautyreigns · 3 years

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DESIRE

Part 54

"You will not embarrass me again. Understand?"

Later that evening, Joe and Paul arrived at the arena. Paul had a couple of last minute meetings and Joe had pre recorded both of his segments. Even though he wasn’t fighting, he decided to stick around for the draft. Paul would be staying on too. He and a few others stood around a screen in gorilla position watching the first picks. Vince, Shane, Stephanie and Paul were nearby. Joe had to avoid looking at Paul too often in case he would be noticed. He couldn’t fail to when he was chosen for Smackdown in the first round. He had been on Raw for four years. Paul could see both the shock and annoyance in his eyes, even though he was trying so hard to overshadow it with a smile since the McMahons were around. He also caught Drew’s uneasy expression. The first pick for Raw was Colby. He exchanged a look with Joe as if to say ‘This is bullshit.’ Joe looked at Paul again, shaking his head slightly. Paul looked at him as if to say ‘What do you want me to do?’ Drew was the next pick for Smackdown. He placed his hand on Joe’s shoulder and said lowly “Looks like you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.” Colby shook his head and shuffled off towards the emergency exit. Joe made his excuses to leave a couple of minutes later. Paul watched as he went off in the same direction but was unable to follow as he was in conversation with Vince.

Colby was just finishing up on a call when Joe appeared outside the emergency exit. “Man, I’m so pissed off.” He said resting his hands on his hips. “Me too. I can’t believe it, after all this time. I mean, Paul mentioned a couple of weeks ago that there could be the prospect of going to Smackdown but then he also said that we may have a wild card rule. This sucks.” Joe sighed, pacing nearby.

“Do you think Paul had anything to do with it?” Colby asked speculatively. “I dunno man, it was him and the McMahons. I know they needed a big shake up on Smackdown with FOX and all but…I dunno.” At that moment, Joe’s phone rang. It was Paul. He sighed and answered. “Where are you?” His tone was authorative.

“I’m outside talking to Colby.” Colby eyed him, swallowing. “I’m going back to the hotel. I’ll be waiting in the car in 5 minutes.” He ended the call.

“What did he say?” Colby asked. “He’s leaving in 5 minutes. Sounds pissed. If anyone should be pissed, it should be me.”

“Hey man, look this sucks, not getting to see each other much anymore but we’ll be fine.” Colby tried to console him. “It won’t be the same.” Joe frowned. “I know, I know. I’m gonna miss you.” Colby replied. “Come here…” He pulled Joe into a hug. Joe wanted to hold on longer. “You’d best get outta here.” Joe nodded. Colby could see the glassy look in his eyes. He watched as Joe disappeared into the building.

Paul started the car as Joe got in. The young man looked at him as he put his seat belt on but Paul stared ahead as he pulled out. “Are you mad?” Joe couldn’t bear the silence. He had to say something.

“Do I seem mad?” Again, Paul didn’t look at him. “Yeah you do. You won’t even look at me...” Joe was cautious about saying too much. “Since when is this relationship about doing things that you want to do, huh? Last time I checked, I was the one in control here.” Paul responded leading Joe to scowl as he looked out into the passing traffic. “Well?”

“Yeah.” Joe frowned. “Excuse me? YEAH? That is NOT how you address me-”

“YES SIR!” Joe retorted, clearly in a huff. “I swear to God, that training ain't done you shit.” Paul growled. Joe’s face hardened. His teeth gritted. Paul pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, settling near the entrance. He got out of the car first and walked into the hotel, not bothering to wait for Joe. The young man could feel his blood boiling as he grabbed his bag from the car and pursued him. He had never been like this before. Joe followed him into the elevator. “Why are you being like this? If anyth-”

“Shut up. You will speak only when spoken to from now on.” Paul said firmly. Joe swallowed as his heart thumped in his chest. He knew he was in trouble. Hesitantly, Joe followed him out of the elevator and up the hallway. Paul tilted his head, holding the hotel room door open for Joe to enter. The young man hesitated and looked Paul in the eye. “Go on.” Joe had a horrible feeling in his gut as he walked into the suite they had enjoyed just hours before. Paul closed the door and took off his jacket. He set it over the back of a nearby chair while Joe set his bag down. He was afraid to walk any further in. “Take your clothes off.”

Joe did as told, watching as Paul took out a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar and poured himself a glass, adding some ice. He took a seat at his laptop, taking a couple of sips. “Kneel.” Joe swallowed, lowering to the ground, crossing his wrists over behind his back, his head up looking into the space before him. All he could hear was the odd sip of the whiskey and the tapping of keys from his laptop. This lasted for about 10 – 15 minutes. His legs were now starting to hurt, as was his back. Paul noticed him shuffling as little as he could but he continued typing.

Joe tried to fathom how this had come to be. Things between them had been great earlier in the day. Great sex, relaxing afternoon with room service. Why was he so pissed off now. He could feel his eyes getting heavy and he tried hard to stifle a yawn. “Tired?”

“Yes Sir.” He replied timidly. A small smile crossed Paul’s face as he rose from the chair holding his glass. He walked into the ensuite and ran some water. Moments later, Joe was shocked by the splash of cold water of his face. He gasped and coughed, rubbing the water away. “What are you doi-?” Joe tried to ask before Paul clutched his jaw aggressively. “I said you will speak only when spoken to.” His eyes met Paul’s. He was scared for the first time in a while. He clutched Paul’s wrists with a look of desperation on his face as he still held his jaw. “You didn’t think I’d notice huh?” Confusion filled Joe eyes. “You didn’t think I’d find out about you still fucking around with Drew?” Oh shit. Joe now knew. Before he could speak, Paul grabbed him by the hair firmly and proceeded to slap him across the face.

“If it weren’t for you being on TV on Friday, I’d beat the shit outta you.” He growled getting right in Joe’s face, angrily. “I don’t know-aaaargh please” Joe tried again as Paul fisted and pulled at his hair. “Don’t you fucking deny it boy. I’ve seen the texts, the calls back and forth. Did you fuck him on Monday!?” Tears sprang to Joe eyes. He couldn’t hide it now. This was it. “Tell me!” Paul knew he had him now. “I’m sorry. Please Paul, you have to believe me…” Paul let go of him, effectively shoving him to the ground.

The older man instantly mounted him, placing his hand firmly around his neck. “Please! Paul please…I’m sorry!” He cried, struggling to get his words out. Paul eventually let go and got off Joe. The young man coughed and spluttered, retreating against the nearby wall. He started to sob uncontrollably as Paul watched, hands balled into fists. He wanted to hurt him so bad right now but he left the suite instead.

Paul returned just after 12am. The light was still on in the room. Joe’s bag was still sat in the same spot. Was he still here? He paused walking further into the living area, only to see him lying in a fetal position on the same spot on the floor near his laptop. He swallowed at the sight. As he got closer, he could see that he was sound asleep, covered in goosebumps. Paul always kept the air conditioning on. He looked over his naked body, curled up facing the wall and went into the bedroom. He took the blanket from the bottom of the bed and lightly draped it over him.

He hated him but he wasn’t gonna let him freeze like that. He watched him for a moment before he grabbed a cushion from the sofa and gently slid it under his head.

Paul undressed and climbed into the plush, King sized bed and lay in the darkness. As tired as he was, he still couldn’t sleep. All he kept thinking about was the man in the next room, sleeping on the floor. His heart swelled at the very thought but he couldn’t give in. He had betrayed him yet again. He turned onto his side and eventually fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

It was almost 9am when Joe eventually woke. His right arm ached since he’d been sleeping on his side on the floor, no less all night. A groan escaped his dry throat. Confusion crossed his face when he felt the blanket and pillow. The sound of tapping and the smell of coffee filled his senses. He started to sit up, only to realise that Paul was sat at his laptop. He was wearing a white hotel bathrobe. An overwhelming sense of dread filled him. Joe looked at him timidly.

“Thanks for the…” He muttered, motioning at the blanket. “I couldn’t let you freeze.” He said coldly. “There’s still some coffee left here.” He eyed the cafetiere on the side board. “OK thank you.” Joe bowed his head with appreciation and stood, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. It draped around his body. Paul eyed his hands as he took a cup and started pouring the coffee. They were shaking. Paul got up and took both the cafetiere and cup from him. “Your hands are shaking. You”ll burn yourself.” There was an edge of concern in his voice. Joe knew he didn’t deserve it. The older man filled the cup for him “Have a seat on the sofa.” Joe did as told clutching onto the blanket, trying to stop his hands from shaking. Paul set the cup down on the table in front of him. “Thank you.” He said lowly. He hovered for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Joe watched as he answered it and went out to the balcony, sliding the door behind him.

Joe took the cup and drank what he could before setting it down again. He buried his face in his hands, trying to pull himself together as his eyes welled up. This was it. The last time and he had nobody to blame but himself. He’d already admitted to sleeping with Drew. Nothing had happened with Colby but it made no difference. In the midst of his thoughts, Paul came back in. Joe stood and looked at him. Paul could see he’d been crying again. “Is it OK if I have a quick shower before I go?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Paul said looking a little taken aback, as much as he tried to hide it. “I’m surprised you didn’t leave last night.” He muttered. “I should have, I’m sorry. It was late…I won”t be long.” He excused himself, set the blanket on the sofa and went in to the ensuite.

Paul perched against the desk he had been sat at and pursed his lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. He knew Joe had been having his problems with his anxiety lately but he never imagined he’d make the mistake of sleeping with someone else again, not after what happened with Colby weeks ago. He hated to admit it but he could no longer trust him and it would have to end. He sighed lowly and stepped out to balcony again for some fresh air. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Joe leaving for good this time. He distracted himself by taking in the amazing view of San Francisco. He immediately thought of the amazing views they were going to share in LA but that was ruined now. He shook his head as tears stung his eyes.

Joe stood by the sink blow drying his hair when Paul appeared at the door frame. He turned the dryer off. “Sorry about the noise.” His hair was almost dry so it would do.

“It’s OK.” Joe turned to face him, hesitantly padding towards where Paul stood. He moved back into the living room area allowing Joe to go about his business. The young man went into the bedroom and went about getting dressed and packing his case. “Have you booked a flight?” Joe looked up from his case, which was spread out in front of him. “Err no, not yet. I still need to figure out…”

“Well, you’ll be at Staples Centre on Friday. Are you just gonna stay on the West Coast? It’s hardly worth your while flying home and back…” Paul suggested folding his arms as he stood on the other side of the bed. “I’ll figure something out. I have some relatives in LA. Might be a good opportunity to visit.” Paul pursed his lips and watched him finish packing his bag. He swallowed, watching as he took the case in his hand and moved out to the living area. He retrieved the few items he had in the ensuite and packed them up while Paul looked on. “Since we were due to drive down to LA tomorrow morning, why don’t you just wait?” Joe’s eyes trailed over to Paul’s. “I…I’m not sure It’s a good idea.”

“I’m going there anyway.” Paul shrugged. “I just want to get out of your way. It’s already awkward enough. Thanks though. I’m sure I’ll get a flight OK.”

At that moment Paul looked online to see what was available. “Well, the next one isn’t available until tomorrow night. You might as well just stay here and come with me in the morning.” Joe felt uneasy. “Well, if you don’t mind? I can make myself scarce today and-”

“It’s OK. I’ve got nothing to do. Just a couple of Zoom meetings for NXT. Chill out.” He said taking a seat at his laptop again. All he did was work. Joe was a little relieved but he wondered why Paul had softened a little.

“I don’t know why but, you don’t have to do this.” Joe said softly. “I know I don’t.” Paul assured him.

“Why then?” Joe cursed himself for pushing this but he needed to know. “You know what, I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because I pity you. I know you’ve been having some issues lately and your head’s messed up…” He let out. Joe lowered his head. That hurt. It was the truth though. He turned away before Paul could see the tears escaping his eyes but it was already too late. He retreated to the bedroom with Paul in tow. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“I’m such a mess.” Joe sobbed, perching at the bottom of the bed. Paul lowered in front of him, clutching his face. “You should’ve just let me go last time. I didn’t deserve another chance with you.”

“Well, I think we both know that now. You need some time to properly sort yourself out. I want you to get better.” Paul said stroking his face, looking into his eyes. The young man sniffled as he wiped away his tears.

“I will.” He nodded “Look, just relax OK. I’m gonna get on with some work. Why don’t you just nap in the bed for a while. I can’t imagine the floor was comfortable at all.” Paul stood, walking to the doorway.

“No.” Joe agreed “Paul?” He turned around “Yeah?” Joe’s voice was soft. “Thank you.”

Joe awoke to Paul’s chatter in the living room. The bedroom door was closed and he could tell that he was trying to be quiet. He didn’t have to be. After all, it was his room and Joe should have been long gone. He reminded himself that he didn’t deserve Paul and that thought made him feel worse about sleeping in his super comfortable bed in the best hotel in San Francisco. It was 4:30pm. He couldn’t believe he had slept that long. With that, he got out of the bed, threw on some comfortable black jogging bottoms, a grey tank top and a hoodie. Paul had finished up his call by the time Joe appeared. He was sat at his laptop. He looked up from the screen and rubbed his eyes. “Did you sleep OK?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe the time. Did you get on OK with your meetings?” Joe asked hovering by the sofa. “Yeah good. It’s mainly prep for the next Takeover. Are you going out?”

“I was just gonna go for a walk, get some food. We’re not that far from Chinatown so…”

“That sounds good, mind if I join? I could do with some fresh air after looking at this screen all day.” Paul asked. “Of course not.” Joe answered softly.

Paul got up from the desk and changed into something more leisurely. In all the time they had been together, this was the first time that they had gone out in public together. Obviously, if would be different this time. No holding hands, no sweet nothings, no kissing. The thought of it hit the bottom of Joe’s stomach.

The thought of not doing any of that with him anymore. He made himself content with Paul’s small talk about work and San Francisco. They settled on a Noodle bar in Chinatown. Since it was a Tuesday night, it wasn’t too busy and they were able to get a nice booth in the back. The food was delicious and Joe could have had more. He was famished after not eating all day. When they were walking back to the hotel, Paul’s phone rang. It was Michael. Joe caught a glimpse, to which Paul noticed.

“I don’t mind if you wanna get that.” Joe told him. “I don’t wanna speak to him. He probably just wants to gloat about his plans for tomorrow night.” Paul dismissed. “I’m sure he’ll tell me in person anyway.”

“Well it’ll be nice for you to see your friends. Have some fun.” Joe suggested, trying to lighten his mood. “To be honest, there’s no point in going now. I was mainly going as I wanted you to meet some people, get more of a feel for the scene and…” Paul shuffled looking down at the ground. “You should still go. You might not get a chance for a while.”

“Nah, I just wanted to go with you.” He could hear the disappointment in Paul’s voice. He had been looking forward to this for weeks. Joe felt bad. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is. There’ll be another time. It’s just not good right now.” Joe felt helpless. “Well, at least think about it. I know your friends would want to see you.” Paul forced a smile as they arrived back at the hotel. “What are you planning on doing in LA over the next few days?” Joe changed the subject.

“I don’t know.” They got into the elevator. “I had planned on having some downtime with you. I have a nice suite booked at the Intercontinental. You?”

“I’m not sure yet. I still haven”t heard back from my cousin. He’s pretty flakey so I’ll probably just book somewhere when I get back to the room.” They exited the elevator and walked down the hallway. Paul unlocked the door and allowed Joe to step in first. “Probably won’t be as nice as the Intercontinental with this timing.” Joe checked his phone. He had a text from his cousin. “Aah, he’s away for work. My cousin.”

“Look, if it’ll be a problem finding somewhere, I don’t mind you staying with me?” Paul lowered to the sofa and switched on the TV.

“That’s nice of you but I couldn’t. I’m already imposing enough.” Joe started sitting on the other end. “You’re not imposing. I wouldn’t have offered of I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t know how I’m still here to be honest considering you wanted to kill me last night. I never did deserve you. If I could take it back, I would in a heartbeat.” Paul could see how torn up Joe was about this. “What made you do it?”

Joe sighed deeply sitting forward. “I guess the big one was insecurity. I was scared of never knowing where I stand with you. Sometimes you can change so fast.”

“I have been trying to work on that.” Paul started. “I know. You know I’ve doubted myself before…I just felt at ease with Drew. I don’t worry about impressing him. I know you don’t want to hear that.” The room fell silent. “Do you love him?”

“No,” Joe looked at Paul. “I love you. I could never stop loving you no matter what.” Joe could feel tears coming to his eyes again. Paul could too. “I’ll be honest with you Paul. Despite how messed up it can be at times, this is probably the best relationship I’ve ever had with anyone. I know how stupid that might sound because It’s not even been a few months but, It’s different.” Paul sighed moving closer. “I hate myself so much because I fucked up so bad when all this time, all I wanted to do was please you. I’m such a mess.” Joe palmed away the tears but they just kept coming.

Paul shifted closer to him and put his arms around him. “Hey, you’re not a mess c’mon. I don’t want to see you like this.” He tilted Joe’s head and looked into his teary eyes. Paul kissed him on the forehead and trailed down to his lips. Joe could feel his bottom lip tremble at his touch. They stopped and looked into each others eyes before Paul kissed him properly this time. Joe gently took hold of Paul’s wrists and looked him in the eye as if to ask ‘Are you sure?’

“I don’t want you to ever be insecure when it comes to me. You know how much I love you. I need to trust you. Just as much as you’ve put your trust in me over the last two months.” Joe nodded, sniffling. “This is it now if you want another chance. No more fuck ups. I need you to completely submit yourself to me.” Joe’s stomach was filled with knots at those words. “Yes Sir, I will.”

Paul stood as Joe held onto his wrist, looking up at him with hope in his teary eyes. “Give me your phone.” Joe handed it to him. “This is the only way going forward, no more sneaking around behind my back. There will be no more contact with Drew.” Joe watched as he pressed a few keys, his stomach dropping as he did this. “From now on, I will be watching your every move. You will not embarrass me again.”

“No Sir, I promise.” Joe bowed his head as Paul dropped the phone down next to him. “Tomorrow night, I will make an example out of you. You’ll learn what it means to truly submit to me.” Paul said firmly. “Yes Sir.” Joe voluntarily lowered to the ground, kneeling before him.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #roman reigns fic #smut #fanfiction #d/s #drew mcintyre #paul levesque

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zontiky · 4 years

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Au where Luther is sent to the depths of the ocean instead of the Moon and that somehow relates to the apocalypse

*cracks knuckles* it’s 12am let’s get this bread

let’s face it… the ocean is so vast and deep and unexplored. it’s terrifying. reginald deems this a reasonable place for where the apocalypse could begin.

he still sends someone to the moon of course–a robot he doesn’t give a name to, but pogo and grace hesitantly call “ben”

i enjoy,, exploring luther’s mutation,, like that shit is so fucked up. it’s so fucked. im. im tired and emotional so this one’s gonna be a trip.

what if instead of using pogo’s blood in his serum, which reginald knew could be harmful/have ill side effects, reginald got blood from somewhere,,, more interesting. better. resilient.

whale

i’m so sorry luther i feel so bad putting you through more shit please forgive me

he’s a whale…. doesn’t grow to a whales size, obviously, but his skin becomes thick on his torso, he has that whale texture all over his body, it’s colored grey-blue, goddamn im so sorry

but yeah, luther gets sent down to the bottom of the ocean. he can handle high amounts of water pressure now, and he can breathe underwater. by which i mean he can breathe like a whale breathes. holds his breath for a long time, he’s still a mammal

god imagine if it wasn’t a mammal how fucked up would that be jesus christ

answer: so fucking fucked up i hate reginald so much because he would stoop this low 100%

GOD

okay im getting offtrack im still thinking about the au i swear asfgklj

so luther gets sent under the sea

undah da sea

im sorry im making jokes because im sad

but anyway here’s a funney joak to spice things up a bit: diego’s probably pissed that luther is stealing his vibe

“he can’t be underwater, that’s my thing! i’m the water guy! jesus fucking christ”

when the reveal tm happens it gets Worse

“oh he can breathe and function underwater too now huh? fucking hell this is blasphemous how dare he steal my goddamn personality what the fuck fuck you fuck you fuck”

like… smh

uhhhh

right so timeline one right

no five bc babey five is gonna appear in the apocalypse soon ohohoho

vanya goes batshit and luther probably locks her up but im allowed to say anything goes bc we don’t actually know what happened in round one

so vanya goes apeshit (see my clever pun there and cry)

and luther is like “vanya no!” and she’s like “i fucking hate you so much goddamn so the ocean is really important to you huh? bitch guess fucking what” and then she straight up boils the sea and causes a huge storm that eradicates all of earth the end

ohhh that would make the apocalypse so much worse for five

no think about it

all the moisture is either gone, zilch, nada

OR all the moisture is saltwater now

which is equally bad because unless five figures out how to filter this shit he’s gonna have to survive off his limited bottled water and alcohol which is you know. not good.

there are so many possibilities for this but im too tired to write them all down, am i valid

im sorry this one is really short but im interested in this au i swear i just… dont have ideas for it :(

#tua #asks #ren #ftag #hcs #aus #luther hargreeves #ok u arent ready for what im calling this au like really ur not ok ok look:#ocean man au #OCEAN MAN TAKE ME BY THE HAND LEAD ME TO THE LAAAAND #im so sorry

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kflirts · 5 years

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demon next door;

word count: 3.1k

genre: smut

summary: wooyoung is your absolutely fuckable neighbor. he’s slightly less fuckable when he beats up your roomamate. still fuckable tho

notes: my friend cait dared me to write her a wooyoung smut, so i originally wrote this with her name but changed it to reader version to publish it. ye! also thats why mark is ur roommate bc she has Questionable Judgement.

It is not every day you meet a person who is just, so infuriatingly attractive. Even less often is the occurrence that said person is the extremely shitty boy who lives 16C (aka next door) and likes to get check his mail without his shirt on. Not that it’s a problem, of course. Actually, it’s kind of a problem, because at 2:23 in the morning you could think of things that you’d rather hear than people moaning on the other side of the wall. You understand needing some attention every now and then, but this guy is literally fucking people loudly every night. Like, he takes Viagra religiously or something. It literally drives you insane because this dude just sounds like he knows what he’s doing. And it’s obviously impolite to eavesdrop but god, how good could he be to make every single partner make that much noise? Your roommate obviously found the noises less than hot. Mark Tuan wasn’t necessary the kind to let things like that go easily, apparently being disturbed every night was slightly irritating to him. Actually, Mark made sport out of banging against the wall in retaliation and laughing when he heard the boy and his partner yell in annoyance at the interruption. It seemed Mark and the guy just really didn’t get along. This obviously sprouted a bit of an unspoken conflict between the two.

“Son of a bitch.” Mark walked in one day, slinging his bag on the floor, paper in hand. You looked up, eyebrow quirked.

“What’s wrong?”

“That fucking douchebag next door complained to the landlord about us.”

Your legs closed instinctively at the mention of your neighbor. You paused, thinking of what you possibly could have done that was worth doing to the landlord.

“About?” You continued your task of cleaning your tanks, hurrying before your fishes got tired of the bags they were in and decided to Finding Nemo that bitch.

“He said our vape air was bothering him. Landlord says this is a smoking free complex and we have to stop.” Mark flopped on the couch across from you, shaking his head as if this was the worst news he’d ever heard.

“Well.” You sighed, shrugging. “Maybe it’s for the best. You nearly died trying to learn tricks earlier.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Mark’s lips tugged up into a smile. “Vaping is my passion.”

You chuckled, “You really should go out more, buddy.”

Mark fell quiet, and you could tell he was mad.“One day I’m gonna beat that dude up, I swear.”

Chuckling at the empty threat, you shook your head. “Try not to mess up either of your faces, eh?”

Mark lifted his head now, wiggling his eyebrows. “I’m gonna ignore the fact you’re dying to fuck the prick next door.”

“I do not!” You cried indignantly.

You totally did.

“Yeah.. you do.” Mark laughed.

“I don’t! I think he’s cute, is all.”

Mark scoffs. “Whatever you do, don’t look into his eyes. He might steal your soul or something. He’s a demon”

You chuckled. “That’s offensive.”

“You’re right. It’s offensive to demons everywhere. I apologize.”

At this point, your tanks were both completely clean, so you went to fill them up with water, but not before saluting Mark with your middle finger. Mark was an unimaginable pain in the ass, but a cool one. Like a big brother. Or a cousin. Something like that. Either way, no matter how much he insulted your taste in romantic partners, and how often he burned macaroni and cheese into your pot, at the end of the day, the big dummy was family. Nobody else would let you get drunk on soju at 2pm, honestly.

From the bathroom, you heard Mark yell.

“Yo, how mad do you think Douchey Mcdreamyface would be if I stole his mail?”

“That is such a bad idea!” You call back, shaking your head. Idiot.

“You’re questioning my methods, ____!”

“I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid!”

“What’s he gonna do, beat me up? He’s like 5′2. I’m so scared.” Mark teased, now in the door, watching you transfer your fish back into their tanks. You only laughed.

Spoiler alert: He totally beat him up.

“What in the fuck?” You sigh, standing in between Mark’s legs as you dabbed at the bruise on his face with alcohol. He had already gotten a long, drawn out lecture when he came in at 12am, severely busted up and blaming it on the boy next door. Now you were tending to his “wounds” as he sat on the kitchen table. “How could he have possibly hit you that hard? Like, what could he have done?”

“I grabbed his ass.” Mark replies flatly, causing you to freeze in horror. He stared at you blankly. “I’m joking, ___. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“So not funny.” You shook your head, handing him a bag of frozen veggies to hold to the bruise on his cheekbone while you looked at the one on his jaw. You tsked. Such a pretty face to get fucked up. “I don’t get why every time you talk to him it has to end up in an argument?”

“Maybe because he’s a fucker who gets on my fucking nerves and he’s always fucking in his fucking squeaky fucking bed! Like, fuck! And he think’s he’s like Casanova or fucking Leonardo DiCaprio or Michael Jackson or something!” Mark responded. “His dick is like 3 inches, I swear.”

“I can tell that you think you’re funny.” You replied sympathetically, placing a Hello Kitty band-aid on his jaw. Mark winced, and you moved, patting his head affectionately before grabbing your phone and heading to the door.

It was time to talk to Mr. Dreamy Mcdouchey.

It would be a lie to say you weren’t a little excited to have a conversation with him. Preferably, under better circumstances, it wouldn’t be confronting him about beating up your roommate, but, you know. Baby steps.

You knocked on the door of his apartment, once-overing yourself, making sure your hair wasn’t all over the place, as it tended to be at 1am in the morning.

You started a bit when the boy opened the door, eyes half shut, mouth flat and icepack to his deeply bruised shoulder. He had on a loose tank top, the kind you buy from Walmart for $3, and grey sweats. His hair was falling in his face, sticking to his forehead with sweat and water, and you assumed he was just coming from the shower.

“Didn’t you get my text Chaey-” He began to talk before looking at you. He stopped, his lips curving into a smile, the same smile a cheetah might have when it sees a baby gazelle without its mother. A preying smile, maybe. “Fuck. Hello.”

You blink, can’t helping but to but stare at how godly his cheekbones are when he smiles, how his eyes gleam with something different. Mark did not shit when he called him a demon.

“Wooyoung.” He stretches out a veined hand, the one not holding the icepack to his shoulder. “And you’re _____.”

You blink again, dumbfounded. “Yeah.” You shake your head, trying to clear your head. “Yeah. I’m ____. Sorry. I live in 14C.”

“You’re my lovely friend Mark’s roommate, I know. Please, come in.”

You nod, walking through the door into his apartment. It just smelled sensual, he was burning some kind of candle that smelled sexual. You gulped, realizing you were actually in his apartment. Now, if he would just be in you, everything would be great.

Wooyoung walked past you, slipped shuffling against the tile of his kitchen area, and he offered you a glass.

“Thirsty?” He lifted an eyebrow, and it took everything in you not to say only for you.

“Mm, I could go for something, yeah.” You seated yourself on a chair in front of the island he stood behind.

“Grape juice?” He smiled.

“Something stronger, maybe?” You offered a smile back.

He smirked, leaning forward as he whispered, “Yeah, you do strike me as a soju kinda girl.”

Something about the tone of his voice, or maybe it was the fact that he was closer to your face, made you shiver in your seat as he poured the liquid into your glass. You thankfully took it, bringing it to your lips. He watched you carefully as you swallowed, licking his lips when your eyes made contact. You, on the other hand, were trying not to choke and die.

“So.” You said, once you put the glass down. “This isn’t a social call, sadly.”

“That’s a pity.” Wooyoung nodded, poking out his lip.

Your lips tugged into a smile, but you tried to stay professional. “I wanted to talk to you about you and Mark maybe.. I don’t know.. Settling this? Like a truce?”

“A truce?” Wooyoung tried to stop himself from laughing. “Well, aren’t you just a regular little peacekeeper.”

“Well, it’s really for the best.. You’re both hurt right now, and I really don’t want to have to nurse Mark back into health every time you two have an argument..” Your fingers played with the rim of the glass, and you averted your eyes down, he was staring at you much harder than you would have preferred. He hummed, seeming to understand. He turned around to put his bottle back in the cabinet behind him, and then returned to stand in front of you, tilting his head as he stared in silence for a few moments.

“If you don’t mind me asking, are you and Mark a couple? Or does he just fuck you for recreation?”

You stared at him blankly, having absolutely no idea how to respond to him. You were mildly pissed, but also mildly dumbfounded.

“We... We’re not? And he doesn’t?” You say, your voice more defensive than you’d intended.

Wooyoung scoffs. “Surely, a pretty thing like you... He must not be able to keep his hands off of you, right?”

“What the... No? It’s not even like that. Mark’s like my brother!”

Another scoff. “Angel, let’s be truthful, yeah? You’re telling me you’ve not even thought of fucking him?”

To say you hadn’t, at first, would be a lie. But after learning how absolutely stupid Mark Tuan truly was, that ended pretty quickly. Not to say he wasn’t hot, but he just really, really wasn’t your type.

“I’m sorry, what do these questions have to do with you ruining his face?” You ask, preparing to storm out.

Wooyoung tilts his head. “Didn’t Mark tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“Oh... Angel.” Wooyoung chuckled, as if understanding everything now. “He hit me first, you know.” He leaned in closer. “I think I said something that might have pissed him off.”

You still didn’t understand, so you raised your eyebrows.

“You see, I was under the impression that you and Mark were fuckie-fuckie. IT seems I was mistaken now, but, I think I might have said something to him around the lines of.. One day, he’d be hearing you screaming through the walls. Obviously, Mr. Tuan wasn’t Mclovin’ that.”

To say you were both absolutely mortified and horribly turned on would be a gross understatement.

“That is revolting.” You manage, throat dry.

“That’s not what your face says, dollface.” He counters, and you stand up immediately, about to make your way out. He briskly blocks you in a few strides, his smile sickeningly innocent.

“Move, Wooyoung.” You say steadily.

“Make me.” He smirks at you, his eyes just daring you to touch him.

You never turn down a dare. God, you wanted him so badly, it was scary. Something about always being able to hear him, made you beyond curious. So you pushed him in his abdomen, and he got sent back a couple of steps. You raised your eyebrows.

“Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.” He smiled happily, stepping forward again, this time closer than before. His hot breath fanned your face. “Wanna do that again?” He teased.

You wanted him. So, so badly you wanted him. “Don’t make me handle you, Wooyoung.”

“Oh, angel, you couldn’t handle me if I came with instructions.” With this he closed more space, his chest now brushing against yours. Your breathing hitched as you froze. His hands found their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him. His lips brushed your neck as he bent to it. “I’m gonna be honest with you.” He whispered. “You’d look so pretty when I eat you out.”

You shivered, not meaning to, but tilting your head back to allow him to tease your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as you inhaled his scent.

“Do you want me to do that?” Wooyoung asked, leaving a single kiss on your neck. You nodded. “I said, do you want me, ___?”

“I do!” You whined back. He smiled at your words, taking your chin in his fingers.

“Hey. Good girls respond the first time, okay?” He said softly.

“Good thing I’m not a good girl and I do whatever the fuck I want.” You say smugly, your hand wandering under his shirt. He furrows his eyebrows together, grabbing your arm in a swift motion and pinning it to your side.

“You do whatever you want, so long as it pleases me, do you understand?”

Something about how stupidly dominant he is made you want to comply, so you nodded. There would be another opportunity to act out, after all. He smirked, satisfied with this answer, and he wasted no time in ridding the both of you of your shirts. He bit his lip as he groped your tits, to the point you wondered if his past partners had never let him touch them.

He teased your nipples above your bra and you whimpered slightly.

“What? Does that feel good?” He breathed, his lips nearing yours, to nip your bottom lip.

“Fuck. Yeah.” You nodded, and he quickly dragged you into his room, pushing you onto his bed. You crawled on your knees to the middle, slipping off your leggings and tossing them to the side. He crawled towards you, and you grinned.

“Come here.” You breathed, and he obliged, of course. You crashed your lips onto his, and he quickly took control, slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hips grinded against your leg softly, and you were surprised he was already that wound up. You chuckled, sucking on his tongue softly, hands on either side of his face His skin was unnaturally soft and you sighed. He felt better than you’d imagined.

“You taste so good.” Wooyoung mumbled at a point when he pulled away. “What does the rest of you taste like?”

“Stop being so seductive.” You whined, hands tangled in his hair. He was going to be the death of you.

“I’m just being myself, baby.” He brought his fingers to your open mouth. “Suck.”

You could have screamed at the words, and quickly obeyed, sucking his digits softly. He takes this time to unhook your bra, groaning at the sight, and you chuckled around his fingers. His mouth teases your nipples, and you begin to whimper softly, the pool between your legs begging for attention. You plead with your eyes, and he notices, chuckling.

“I’m not going to touch you unless you beg, Princess.”

“I don’t beg.” You said indignantly. watching his every move as he teased right above the hem of your panties. He looked up at you, eyebrow raised, not being able to hold in his laugh.

“Is that so?” He sat up and snapped your panties against your skin. You felt your insides twist up. “Yeah.”

“Aw, she’s playing bad girl, cute.” He leaned closer to your face. “Too bad I don’t go down on bad girls.”

You sighed, his fingered so close to you driving you insane. “Wooyoung, you have no idea how much I want you.“

He smirked, slowly sliding your panties down your legs. “Tell me, and say please,”

“Please. Wooyoung. Please touch me. If you don’t, I might cry.”

“Fucking hell, I’m going to ruin you.” He breathed, taking in the sight of you once he’d discarded of the undergarments..

“Please,” You repeated, running a hand through your hair as you motioned to your womanhood, urging him on. He lowered his head down, blowing in between your legs.

“Fuck.” You whined, biting down into your lip, and bucking your hips forwards. His hands rested on your thighs, as he positioned his mouth inbetween you. You were a whiny mess, aching for a touch from him.

“Jesus, ____. I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re moaning like a whore.” He looked at you, eyes deep and teasing.

You resisted the urge to say something snarky, knowing that would only make him take longer. He nodded at your silence before rubbing his index finger along your covered clit. His touch lingered. Your breath got caught in your throat. You whimpered, more than ready for whatever he had for you.

“So. Fucking. Pretty.” He kissed your heat between each word, his finger rubbing soft circles on your clit. All you could manage was a hum, nodding as he slipped a finger into you, pumping softly. You see stars at his pace, and you whimper out his name. “Woo....Wooyoung.” He smirks at your soft moans. “Shh, princess, we don’t want Tuan hearing us, now do we?” You honestly felt way too fucking good to care. He added another finger into your heat, thumb still rolling against your clit. You felt tension grow in your stomach, and you had to scratch his arm to avoid from moaning when he added his tongue into the mix. He pressed it flat against you, and smirked.

“Who’s fucking you this good?”

“You are...shit...” You moaned out your responses, his name tumbling out of your mouth over and over.

He hummed against you, adding pleasure to the waves he was sending up into your body, his pace quickened and all it took was him mumbling “Come for me, angel.” for you to come undone in his hands. He allowed you to shake and convulse, nonsense spilling out of your mouth, smiling at how absolutely fucked you looked. He rode your orgasm out, and didn’t stop, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace than before, and you begged loudly for him to stop, the overstimulation driving you insane, but he continued. “Again, princess.” He mumbled against your thigh, and come again you did. “Fuck.” You breathed out, trying to steady your breathing. “Do... you don’t think Mark heard me... do you?” Wooyoung grinned, abruptly adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out of you. This caused you to shriek loudly, which was drowned out by a long thump against the wall.

“Yeah, I’d say he did.”

#ateez #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #wooyoung smut

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punmasterkentparson · 6 years

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Through the Floorboards

you can thank Nano and Ariana Grande for this.

(ao3) for easy reading

It’s 12am and Swoops’ upstairs neighbor his vacuuming his apartment.

Swoops has to be up at 5:30am to get ready for an 8am shareholders meeting and he is not in the mood. Which is why he gets out of bed, pulls on the first pair of pants he can find, and stomps upstairs in his fuzzy red slippers to bang on his neighbor’s door.

Inside, the vacuum shuts off. Ten seconds later, the door opens.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Swoops demands before his tired eyes register what’s in front of him.

The guy at the door—black boxers, bare legs, cut abs and chest, no shirt—scratches his impressive bedhead and replies, “Dunno. Nine-ish?”

“It’s midnight.” The hallway lights are dim and the backlighting from the guy’s apartment isn’t much better. Even so, Swoops can see thick muscles moving under skin as the guy tiredly leans an arm on the door frame and rests his head on it like he’s about to fall asleep right there.

“Shit, really?” The guy yawns and yells back over his shoulder, “You hear that, babe, it’s midnight.”

Fantastic, Swoops thinks, there are two people in this apartment who think it’s fine to be up making noise at this hour. “Yeah, so if you could not vacuum right now, that’d be great.”

The guy yawns again and shrugs. It’s like watching marble move under caramel. “Couldn’t be helped. I’m ‘bout done, though.”

“Great,” Swoops says. He’s still reeling from watching the roll of shoulders, and it’s clashing with his exhaustion and irritation. Generally speaking, he’s not attracted to assholes, so his body’s fizzing response to this situation is a goddamn inconvenience. “Just remember you’re not the only person in this building.”

The guy gives him a thumbs up. Then he backs up two steps and shuts the door, right in Swoops’ face.

Swoops stares at it for a full ten seconds, stupefied, before he huffs and stomps back downstairs. He’d rather spend his time sleeping than arguing.

—

Two nights later, Swoops blinks awake in the dark, flat on his back in bed, staring at the ceiling and blearily wondering what the fuck. A heavy thud echoes overhead, then again, and again—rhythmic. To slow to be a headboard banging against the wall, which rules out sex (thank god).

Instead, it sounds like... oh fucking hell.

Swoops gives it a full two minutes before he troops upstairs to confront his neighbor again.

“Are you exercising?” he demands when the door swings open. The sight that greets him answers his question. The guy is shirtless, again, only this time he’s wearing tight workout shorts that have hiked up nearly to hips, his hair is slick with sweat, his skin is flushed, and there are wet rivulets painting glistening lines across his gorgeous muscles.

“Yeah,” the guy says, an answer to a question that Swoops has already forgotten asking. “Sorry, did I wake you up?”

There is genuine remorse in the guy’s expression, which Swoops would have tried to accept if he wasn’t feeling such a disorienting mix of tired, angry, and horny.

“Just don’t do it again,” he snaps, and marches away before he can say or do something embarrassing.

—

“I don’t actually know what you’re doing,” Swoops says when he confronts Hot Asshole three weeks later. “I just want you to stop.” This is the third time he’s been up here since the exercising incident. Hot Asshole has earned his nickname because he has continued to be noisy at ungodly hours in increasingly creative ways, and he’s been shirtless literally every single time Swoops has come upstairs to confront him about it. Including this time. At least he’s had the decency to put on sweatpants that cover the full lengths of his (ridiculously thick and toned) legs.

Hot Asshole blinks. Swoops realizes that his eyes look a little bloodshot—kind of like he hasn’t been sleeping much, either. Swoops wonders if this is the first time or if he’s missed seeing it before. After all, he only ever sees this guy at night.

“Sorry,” Hot Asshole says gruffly, both his tone and his posture dismissive, like he’s already tired of Swoops on his doorstep. “I’m almost done, anyway.”

“Be done now,” Swoops snaps. “Or do it in the morning.”

“Christ, fine.” Hot Asshole rubs his eyes. “Fine.”

“Fine,” Swoops repeats, and gets the door shut in his face. Again. “Asshole,” he tells the door, and goes home to get some sleep.

—

Twenty-four hours later, Swoops snaps awake in the dead of night to something upstairs shattering against a wall. It’s loud and sharp, like gunshot, and it leaves him wide-eyed and taking slow breaths to calm his racing heart.

He waits, but the sound doesn’t repeat itself. Just soft footsteps on hardwood and the creak of old sofa springs.

Swoops lies there in the dark, straining to hear. He thinks... he thinks he hears crying. There are no other footsteps, though; no voices, no other sounds. He had assumed, the first time he went up to tell the guy off for vacuuming, that there’d been someone else in the apartment. ‘Babe,’ the guy had said. But Swoops has never seen anyone else there.

Maybe they broke up.

He imagines his gorgeous neighbor crying alone in his living room and swallows hard.

Every other time his neighbor has woken him up at night, he has gotten right out of bed and gone upstairs to tell him off. But now, suddenly, he’s frozen to the mattress, just listening.

He spends so long lying there wallowing in indecision that he falls back asleep.

It feels like seconds later that his alarm goes off. Groaning, he fumbles it off and rolls out of bed. He has been through his morning routine so many times that there’s no hesitation: shower, coffee, clothes, shoes, keys, door.

The click of his own apartment door lock seems to snap him out of his mindless morning stupor. Dumbly, he looks up.

Then he heaves an enormous sigh, because he knows exactly what he’s about to do and he’s not happy about it.

It takes less than a minute to go upstairs and pound on his neighbor’s door, but it takes three minutes for the door to open.

Hot Asshole comes out looking like shit, and like he’d be madder about the noise if he wasn’t so obviously tired. “D’you have any fuckin’ idea what time it is?” he slurs.

“Six a.m.,” Swoops says, with a perkiness he doesn’t remotely feel. Turnabout is fair goddamn play, even if his neighbor’s red-rimmed eyes and tense frown send a pang of uncomfortable worry through him. Christ, the guy is even wearing a t-shirt. That’s just not right. “Look—”

“Is this about last night?”the guy interrupts. “‘Cause I’m sorry, if I woke you up. I just—” He waves vaguely behind him. “Yeah. I’m sorry.”

Fuck, his voice even cracks on the apology. Whatever happened last night, he’s not over it, and before Swoops can stop himself, he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” the guy says, and then on the next breath, “No. It’s my cat.”

Swoops has never had a pet, nor has he ever had a profound connection with an animal in his life. But he has friends with pets and he knows better than to let his failure to empathize show on his face. “Yeah?”

A nod, then a hard swallow. “She’s been in and out of the vet’s all month. Two days ago she went to the animal hospital and they put her in a box with oxygen. Then last night they called me, said she’s having seizures, might not make it through the night.” He smiles briefly, there and gone. “She did.”

“That’s good,” Swoops replies, meanwhile doing some mental math and realizing the noise only started when the cat got sick. Well, shit. Now he feels like the asshole. “Did they, uh, say when you can bring her home?”

The guy shrugs. “No idea.”

“That blows.”

“Yeah.” Another heartfelt sigh. “Listen, I really am sorry I’ve been an ass all month. Mostly I was just so fucking stressed that I decided I wouldn’t give a shit, but like, that’s not fair. Probably other people in the building are pissed off at me, but nobody’s said anything. You’re the only one. So, thanks for calling me on it.”

Swoops has a tight feeling in his chest that’s either a heart attack or the worst guilt he’s ever felt. “It’s fine, man. I’m sorry about your cat. I hope she gets better. And, uh,” he clears his throat, “sorry I was an ass, too. I could have dealt with it better than just getting in your face all the time.”

The guy laughs. It sounds strained from his exhaustion and stress, but genuine. “You know I started looking forward to it? You wear, like, the weirdest shit to bed, and you have a million pairs of slippers. I’m always wondering what you’re gonna show up in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s fucking hilarious, coming from someone who never puts a shirt on.”

The guy laughs again. “It’s Vegas.”

“It’s distracting,” Swoops says, and colors immediately when the reaction is a single raised eyebrow. “Shut up, you’re fucking ripped. What do you even do for a living?”

“You first.”

Swoops groans and checks his watch. “If I don’t leave right the fuck now, I won’t have a job. I get off at five, though, and I’ll probably be back by six. You wanna come by, have a beer later? You can tell me about your cat.”

He can’t believe he’s holding his breath waiting for an answer.

The hot neighbor, whose shoulders are straining the fabric of his t-shirt and look obscene as they move through a shrug, says, “Sure. That sounds... really fucking good. Make it seven, and I’m there.”

“Good.” Swoops checks his watch again. “I really have to go. Take care, man.”

“Yeah, you too. And thanks.”

“No problem.” On impulse, Swoops holds out his hand. “Jeff Troy.”

Hot Neighbor shakes his hand. “Kent Parson.”

When they let go, Swoops says, “You look like shit. Go get some sleep.”

“Fuck off,” Kent says, smiling. He waves as Swoops leaves, only closing the door fully once Swoops has gone back down the stairs.

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