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rubyreduji · 10 months

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of boobs and basses — ljh

summary: jihoon gets to meet his favorite rockstar, things only go up from there

tags: smut (minors dni!), fluff, idol!woozi, rockstar!reader warnings: smoking, explicit sex, multiple smut scenes, multiple orgasms, praise, fingering, biting and marking, oral, cum swallowing, finger sucking, spanking, hair pulling, creampie, crying, choking, squirting, over stimulation wc: 13.3k an: yes the reader and her band are based off of maneskin and vic de angelis. yes there is plot (but also a fair amount of smut ok). yes i love the banner thank you for noticing. here’s the playlist for this fic

Jihoon hates flying. Not because he hates traveling or because he’s afraid of heights, no he just finds it boring. Luckily he has WiFi and he can put his headphones on and sleep through the flight.

He’s sitting next to Seokmin who seems just as restless as Jihoon is, though Jihoon is a bit better at covering it up.

“Hyung, what are you listening to?” Seokmin leans over to try and look at Jihoon’s phone. His phone displays that he’s listening to Backseat Sex by LADYKILLER. “Oh, that’s the band with that girl you’re obsessed with. The one with the boobs.”

The words out of Seokmin’s mouth make Jihoon blush and he snatches his phone away. Seokmin isn't exactly wrong though.

Y/N L/N. Bassist for the rock band LADYKILLER. Jihoon may have a giant crush on you.

You and your band are well known for your ‘edgy’ image and your sexual stage presence. It’s not uncommon to see you on stage sporting nothing but pasties and a fishnet top. Sometimes no pasties at all. It seems these days he can’t even go on Twitter without seeing clips of you performing on stage topless, not that Jihoon minds.

That’s not why Jihoon has a crush on you though. You write most of your band’s songs, and to Jihoon nothing is more attractive than someone who understands music. You also just seem like a cool person, based off of interviews you’ve done and your fan interaction Jihoon has seen on social media. The way you handle fame is very different from how idols do, he likes seeing how free you are with your self expression.

Your music isn’t normally something Jihoon would like, but he saw one of your guys’ performances on Twitter and has been hooked since. Your stage presence is incredible and the chemistry of your group adds to that.

“Hyung this music is really…intense,” Seokmin says to Jihoon. Jihoon isn’t sure how much time has passed since Seokmin last spoke to him but when Jihoon looks over he can see that Seokmin has his earbuds in, listening to one of your songs.

Ex-Fling, off of your Razor Sharp Rampage album. It’s one of Jihoon’s favorite albums.

“You really enjoy this stuff?” Seokmin asks.

Jihoon flushes a bit, “Yeah. Their lyrics are good.”

Seokmin gives him a skeptical look. “If you say so, hyung.”

As soon as the plane lands in New York, the boys are swept away to the Radio City Music Hall. The VMAs aren’t until tomorrow, but Seventeen is scheduled to do their rehearsals today.

“You guys are a bit early, so you can just wait around and we’ll call you when we’re ready,” one of the stage managers tells the group before running off.

The boys break off to go kill some time but Jihoon stays backstage, watching the way everyone runs around getting things ready. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area around him, looking to see who else is performing tomorrow night. He sees mostly backstage hands until his eyes land on one certain person and Jihoon feels his jaw drop a bit.

This cannot be real.

Jihoon feels like he can’t breathe. This has to be some kind of hallucination or something because there is no way this is actually happening to him.

Y/N L/N. Twenty feet away from him. Dressed in cut off shorts and a tank top. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

He’s not sure why he’s so surprised. This is one of the biggest music events in America, and you are a popular American musician. Still, even if he was expecting you to be here, he didn’t expect you to be here. In the same vicinity as him. Even thinking about it makes Jihoon’s ears turn red. He feels like a flustered school boy again.

He was just talking about you to Seokmin and now here you are, right in front of him, looking like a dream. Jihoon gets embarrassed just thinking about how many times he’s stared at photos and videos of you.

You turn in the direction Jihoon is standing and your eyes light up when you see him. You start to walk towards him and Jihoon can feel his heart thumping in his skull. Surely you’re not walking over to him.

“Oh my god, you’re Woozi!”

You know who he is. Jihoon wants to pass out.

“I’m a fan of your work. I’m not usually a big K-Pop fan, but I like your stuff. Especially the solo you put out. Ruby? That was sick,” you tell him. “Sorry, I’m Y/N. Bassist for LADYKILLER.”

“I-I know,” Jihoon says. He’s thankful Vernon has been helping him brush up on his English. Too bad Vernon can’t help him with how shaky his voice sounds. “I’m also a fan.”

This seems to shock you a bit and an intrigued look crosses your face. “Oh yeah? That’s cool to hear.”

“Y/N! Come on, we’ve got soundchecks!” Jihoon looks over to see one of your bandmates (Tommy, the drummer) calling for you. A bit of dejection fills Jihoon. He wanted to talk with you more.

“Ah, sorry Woozi. It was nice meeting you. I’ll see you later!” You wave goodbye to the idol before running off towards Tommy. It isn’t until you’re out of sight that Jihoon realizes he didn’t say bye back.

“Jihoon-ah! Where have you been?” His members bombard him when he finds them waiting in a green room.

“I-I think I just met the love of my life,” Jihoon mutters.

Everyone looks at him a bit incredulously. It’s Seungcheol who finally speaks up. “What do you mean Jihoon?”

“She’s here, and I talked to her. Y/N.” Jihoon feels like he’s in a trance.

“Yo, from LADYKILLER? I love that band!” It’s Vernon who says this. Of course Vernon likes the rock band with the hot bassist who’s boobs are always on display. That’s so Vernon.

“The girl who’s always showing off her tits?” Soonyoung asks. They’d get canceled so fast if the Carats heard them talking like this.

“Stop saying that about her!” Jihoon’s face is probably red as a tomato right now.

“Is it…not the truth?”

“What girl is showing off her boobs?”

Jihoon wants to curl up in a ball and die.

“Jihoon-hyung has a crush on the bassist from the rock band LADYKILLER. Y/N L/N. Her band does a lot of nude stuff,” Vernon finally explains. “Their music is sick as fuck, but probably not in any of your guys’ taste.”

“She’s so pretty,” Jihoon mumbles.

“I hope I get to meet them too,” Vernon says. “James is so cool.” James. The guitarist. Jihoon thinks that he would get along well with Vernon.

The other members are all still staring at Jihoon and he wishes they would stop. Yes, he has a crush on a girl who is always topless. Can they please move on.

As if saved by the bell, a voice comes on one of the speakers.

“Seventeen please report to the stage. Seventeen please report to the stage.”

The boys all move to get to the stage, right as your band is finishing up. You wave at Jihoon when you see them approaching and shoot him a wink before following your band off the stage. And yeah, that definitely does things to Jihoon.

For the rest of the day and into the next Jihoon can’t stop thinking about you. He spends his whole night rewatching every one of your music videos, every interview you’ve done, and all the videos Jihoon has saved of your performances from when you were on tour last year. He might have an obsession.

Jihoon would probably have spent the whole morning doing the same too if he wasn’t taken to get ready for the award show. When the group gets to the venue they’re bombarded with cameras but once they get past those they are able to take their seats. Jihoon’s eyes scan the area quickly to see if he can spot your band, but he comes up short.

Soon the actual award show is starting and Jihoon doesn’t pay much attention to most of the awards, other than clapping when he should and noticing a few of his favorite artists when they come up in nominations or when they do their acceptance speeches.

When the time comes Jihoon gets up and goes backstage before their performance. He gets mic'd and then they’re being lined up to go out on stage. As much as Jihoon loves performing, he always finds it a bit strange to perform for people who aren’t Carats.

Jihoon does know that there is one Carat in the audience, so he dedicates his performance to you. The song goes too quickly for Jihoon’s liking and he thinks about how he can’t wait to be on stage with Carats again as soon as he can.

After their performance a few more awards are given, and Seventeen wins the award for the Best K-Pop and Joshua does all of the taking, as per usual.

Jihoon’s focus is lost again, until the announcer says a band name catches his attention.

“Next up to the stage with their hit single ‘Bruised Knees’: LADYKILLER!” The lights on the stage come up to reveal your band standing there.

Jihoon feels like a bit of a pervert from the way his cock twitches in his pants the second he lays eyes on you. You’re dressed in shiny black thigh high boots, a pleated mini skirt with a few chains and belts over it, and a button up shirt that only covers your shoulders and arms. Necklaces adorn your neck and dip down between your breasts that are out in the open. The only thing conserving any of your modesty is the silver star-shaped covers on your nipples.

Attached to your body is your iconic bass guitar. It’s sleek in a dark blue color. The rest of your band gifted it to you right before your first tour. You look good with it. If Jihoon is being honest you look like sex on a stick and he’s doing everything in his power not to pop a boner right now.

You have a smirk on your face and Jihoon swears you’re staring directly at him. You continue to stare at Jihoon throughout the whole song, which is about rough sex and giving head, like most of LADYKILLER’s songs are about. The songs that you write.

The special thing about your song ‘Bruised Knees’ is that it’s sung by your lead singer, Luka, but also you, with you singing the second verse and the bridge and sharing the chorus with Luka. The rasp in your voice goes straight to Jihoon’s cock and he really hopes that you (or anyone else) can’t notice.

You usually do backing vocals on the songs, but it’s rare for you to get your own part of the song and maybe Jihoon is biased but he definitely thinks you should sing more. Or maybe not because it’s really turning Jihoon on and he is in public and has a reputation to upkeep.

When you’re done with your song you wink at Jihoon again and yeah, Jihoon really is screwed because how is it possible someone can look so good.

By the end of the night your band wins both Best Alternative and Group of the Year. During both of your acceptance speeches Jihoon can’t pull his eyes away from you or the grin you have on your face.

When the award ceremony finally ends everyone is left to mingle. Most of Seventeen goes to greet some of the other K-Pop groups in attendance, but before Jihoon can join them, you’re approaching him with James in tow.

“Hey Woozi! Congrats on your award. This is my bandmate, James, he was wondering if he could meet Vernon?”

Before Jihoon can even respond, Vernon pipes up from behind him. “Yo! You’re James from LADYKILLER! Huge fan of your work man!” Vernon and James quickly engage in a conversation and Jihoon thinks it’s a little funny how similar the two are.

“Your performance was very good,” Jihoon tells you.

“Oh, wow, thanks! You guys too! I’ve seen videos of you guys performing, but seeing it live is a whole new experience. You guys are amazing.”

“Says the winner of Group of the Year.”

You scoff a bit embarrassed. You decide to change the topic. “Are you guys going to the after party?”

“After party?”

“Yeah. It’s basically an excuse for a bunch of musicians to get drunk together and do stupid shit. I’m only going because Tommy wanted to, but it would be cool to see you there. Your whole group too. No big deal if you don’t, but it would be nice to talk more.”

“Ah, yeah, maybe,” Jihoon says. He says maybe but he has already made up his mind that he is going to be there, even if he has to drag Vernon to go with him. There is no way he’s going to miss out on a chance to talk to you.

Vernon doesn’t take any dragging as he happily accepts to join, as it’s more chance for him to talk to the rest of your band. Joshua also decides to tag along with the promise to Seungcheol that no one’s going to get into any trouble.

Once inside the building, it’s clear this is a full on party. The air smells like alcohol and a wide variety of celebrities stand around talking to each other or dancing to the music. It doesn’t take long for James to find Jihoon, Vernon, and Joshua.

He shoots a smirk at Jihoon before telling him, “Y/N’s out on the balcony if you want to find her.” With that he leaves with Vernon and Joshua in tow.

Jihoon isn’t sure how to take the interaction and if James is giving him a hint or not. Either way Jihoon slips through all of the bodies in the room before finding his way to the balcony. There are a few people milling around but it isn’t hard to find you.

You’re still in your outfit from earlier and you’re standing talking to another guy who’s very close to you. A cigarette is placed between your fingers and Jihoon stares as you wrap your lips around it to take a drag. The way the smoke leaves your lips and blows into the guy’s face is…quite sexy to Jihoon.

Your eyes flit away from the guy for a second and land on Jihoon. Your face lights up as soon as you see him and you quickly leave the guy to approach Jihoon.

“Woozi! You came!” You smell like cigarette smoke and perfume and Jihoon has never been super into smoking, but the smell is intoxicating coming off of you.

“Jihoon,” Jihoon blurts out.

“What?”

“Call me Jihoon, please.”

You grin. “Okay Jihoon. Are you here alone?”

“Vernon and Joshua are here, but they’re talking to your band.”

“Ah, I see. Well then I guess you’re stuck here with me.” You send him a teasing smirk before taking another drag of your cigarette. The guy you were talking to earlier seems to realize you’re done with him and he shoots a glare at Jihoon before walking back into the building.

You lean against the railing of the balcony and look at Jihoon with a sultry look. You look so damn good right now in your stage outfit with your cigarette placed between your fingers and the moonlight shining down on you. Jihoon is glad he’s outside because he’s already having trouble breathing and he’s sure it would be worse inside.

“So Jihoon,” you reach to grab his wrist and pull him closer, “what’s a big time K-Pop idol like you doing liking a nasty band like mine?” His skin tingles under the touch of your warm hand against his wrist and he wants to remember this feeling forever.

“I uhm…” Jihoon’s face is hot as he tries to figure out what to say to you. “I saw a video of you guys performing and I enjoyed it. I enjoy how you write all of your songs.”

“Oh? What video was it?” There’s a teasing tone to your voice and Jihoon knows what you’re insinuating. Yes, the video he watched did include you topless. But he swears that wasn’t what interested him. Before he can sputter out an answer, you laugh. “I’m teasing you. I’m well aware of the…allure of my band.”

Jihoon wants to tell you that he thinks you’re more than just all of the sex appeal but before he can form the words he gets distracted. You’re staring at him intently, your eyes focused on his face.

“Y/N?”

“Can I tell you a secret?” Jihoon nods. “It’s a little embarrassing to admit, but I kind of have a crush on you.”

Jihoon freezes. Did he hear that right? You, Y/N L/N, have a crush on Jihoon?

“Ah, I knew that was weird to admit,” you mumble after Jihoon doesn’t respond.

“No, no, I have a crush on you too!” Jihoon blurts out.

“O-oh!”

“I’ve been so nervous every time you’ve talked to me,” Jihoon tells you. He’s still nervous. His heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest.

“That’s…so flattering, oh my god. You’re just so talented and cool and pretty. You’re so pretty,” you say.

Jihoon grins. “I think you’re prettier.”

“I- I like that,” you whisper. “I’m really only called hot or sexy, so pretty is nice.”

“You’re beautiful to me Y/N.” Jihoon reaches out to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “I think I’m going to die if I don’t kiss you right now.”

You quickly stub out your cigarette before grabbing Jihoon’s hand. “Not here.”

You pull him back inside and you two weave between people before going deeper into the building, away from the crowd. You and Jihoon find an empty hallway and you stop and face Jihoon. His hand is still clamped together with yours as you two stare at each other.

“You can uh, you can kiss me now,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“Okay.”

Jihoon hesitates, just for a second, before leaning in and capturing your lips with his. Jihoon swears that sparks fly the second your lips touch. The kiss starts out gentle but quickly becomes heated and Jihoon pushes you up against the wall, making you let out a low moan into Jihoon’s mouth.

Your fingers bury into the hair at the nape of Jihoon’s neck and you pull him closer. Your bodies are warm as they’re pressed together and Jihoon’s hands run all over your stomach, relishing in the feeling of your warm skin under his fingertips.

Jihoon swipes his tongue against your lips and you open up, letting Jihoon lick into your mouth. Your fingers tighten around Jihoon’s hair, pulling a bit, as you let out small whines from the back of your throat.

Jihoon isn’t usually one for hook-ups, but that doesn’t mean he’s completely inexperienced. He slots his knee between your legs and you automatically grind down against him. Jihoon can already feel the heat of your cunt against his leg and his cock stirs in his pants.

You two break away the kiss. You’re panting but Jihoon doesn’t take a break, leaning in to kiss at your neck. He sucks at the skin, trailing down your neck until your barrage of necklaces stops him. His hands slide up your torso to your exposed chest and he cups your tits. Jihoon kneads at your chest and you let out a soft sigh.

“How many times have you gotten off to pictures of my tits?”

Jihoon takes a shaky breath, “Too many times to count.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you mumble. Your hips are still grinding down against his leg and Jihoon is sure his pant leg is wet by now. “Jihoon, I need you.”

Jihoon's cock is hard in his pants and he doesn't think he's ever been so needy before. Just as Jihoon is about to pull his cock out, his phone rings. Jihoon grabs his phone to dismiss the call, but then he sees it's from Joshua, along with about two dozen texts.

Jihoon groans and picks up the call. "What?"

"Where are you? Seungcheol says our manager is looking for us, we gotta get back right now."

"Right now?"

"Yes. Meet us at the front and if you're not there in three minutes I'm hunting you down."

The phone call ends and Jihoon sighs.

"Ah, you have to leave, don't you?" You ask.

"Yeah."

You look sad for a moment before you perk up. "How long are you guys in town?"

"A few more days. This is kind of a vacation for us."

"Great! Here." You grab Jihoon's phone out of his hand and quickly type something. "That's my number. Maybe we can meet up later in the week. Since you're blue balling me right now," you tease.

"Y-yeah, okay."

"See you later Jihoon." You press a quick kiss to his cheek. Jihoon bids you goodbye and makes his way to the front of the building, hoping Joshua and Vernon don’t notice the straining bulge in his pants.

The next day the rest of Seventeen are planning what they want to do, but Jihoon is texting you. He worries that it might be too soon to ask to see you today, since you just saw him yesterday, but you tell Jihoon you’d be more than happy to see him today.

You send Jihoon a text with an address and when Jihoon pulls it up in maps, it comes up with an apartment complex. Your apartment complex. Jihoon suddenly remembers that your band is New York City based.

Jihoon is glad that you two will be out of the public eye, but the idea of being alone with you in your apartment drives Jihoon crazy. He really hopes you two can finish what you started last night. After all, you’re not the only one who got blue balled.

Jihoon ignores the rest of his member’s questions as he slips a cap and a mask on and leaves in one of the SUVs, giving the driver your address. Your apartment is closer to the outskirts of the city, but it’s a nicer building. Jihoon is sure that only people who have a lot of money can afford to live here, which makes Jihoon feel better about privacy concerns.

Jihoon puts in the code you gave him to get into the building and he makes his way to your apartment. When he knocks on the door you open it within a few seconds.

“Jihoon!” You grin wide at him. “Come in!”

Your apartment is nice. It’s large with lots of windows and modern interior design.

“I feel underdressed,” Jihoon mutters. He’s in just sweats and a t-shirt.

“Don’t worry about that. I’m pretty underdressed as well.” You’re in a soft looking skirt and a tank top. You look really good. Jihoon has to look away when he notices you’re not wearing a bra, your nipples pebbling under the cloth of your shirt.

Jihoon knows why he asked you to hang out, but he feels too awkward to jump right into it. You seem to share the same sentiment as you move into the kitchen and grab two cans of coke out of your fridge, handing one to Jihoon. You two move into your living room area to the couch.

You have a few things scattered around and there’s pieces of sheet music all over your coffee table and couch.

“Sorry about that,” you tell him as you pick the papers up before sitting down. “Those are just songs I’m failing to write.”

“Failing?”

“Yeah. I can’t seem to finish them. I get ideas and then get caught up on stupid things,” you say with a shrug.

“I could look at them for you, if you want.” The words leave Jihoon’s mouth before he realizes what he’s saying. “Only if you want me to! I don’t want to overstep or-”

“No, that would be perfect! Could you? Let me get my bass!” You jump up and run into a room before emerging with your signature bass guitar.

It’s even prettier up close and it looks loved but well taken care of. Jihoon’s gaze doesn’t falter as he watches you play. You yourself are lost in the music, focusing on playing and singing the parts of your song you have finished. Your fingers glide up and down the next of your guitar as you tap your foot against the ground to keep beat. With the sun shining through your open windows, you look beautiful like this. Completely in your element.

Jihoon has to remind himself of the task at hand and when he starts to really listen, he realizes it’s very different from the normal stuff your band does. It’s still just as explicit as your normal work, but it feels more raw and visceral. He brings it up when you’re done.

“Oh yeah, this is actually music for a solo project I’m working on,” you tell him. “I’m really not supposed to tell anyone, but I trust you Jihoon.” Yeah, his stomach does flutter a bit. “When I write I can usually just focus on all of the sexual stuff, but I’m trying to add in more emotions with it, but I’m kind of struggling a lot.”

“What you have is good. Let me hear some of the other stuff you’re working on and we can go from there.”

That’s how you and Jihoon end up spending a good part of the day working on music together. Jihoon doesn’t mind though, he loves music and something about writing and composing with you feels right. Both of your minds work in different ways, but combined you are able to piece together the songs until they’re perfect.

It’s comfortable, being in your apartment with you, doing the thing he loves. It feels like you two have known each other a lot longer than two days. You two just…click and it makes Jihoon feel warm when he thinks about it.

“Jihoon, thank you so much for doing this for me,” you tell him after you two finish another song. “I know this probably isn’t what you expected to do today.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m really enjoying myself. I think I’d enjoy doing anything with you.”

“Jihoon,” you say softly. You’re staring at him again, with your alluring eyes that just draw Jihoon in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Jihoon breathes out and before he can even finish his breath, you’re leaning in.

You cup Jihoon’s face, kissing him fiercely as you do. Jihoon nearly topples off the couch, but he grabs on to you, kissing you back. Your lips clash together as you do your best to taste each other as much as you can. As much as Jihoon loves song writing, he can’t deny that your songs are very sexually charged, and it’s definitely gotten him worked up in the hours he’s been here.

You two pull away panting, and you rest your forehead against Jihoon’s. “Do you want to…”

“Yes,” Jihoon nods, jostling your head as well. You grin and stand up, grabbing Jihoon’s hand to drag him behind you as you make your way to your bedroom, just like how you dragged him into the empty hallway last night. Hopefully today there won’t be any interruptions.

Once in the bedroom Jihoon grabs your waist and pulls you back into him, your lips crashing together. Your lips are so soft and Jihoon wants to kiss you forever. He reaches up to paw at your chest, feeling your pebbled nipple under his palm. He squeezes a bit too hard at one point and you gasp into Jihoon’s mouth and he decides he wants to get you to do that again.

Jihoon pushes you back until you fall onto the bed and he can crawl over you. He helps you tug off your tank top before leaning down to take one of your tits right into his mouth, his tongue and teeth gently playing with your nipple.

You squirm under his ministrations and Jihoon slots his thigh between your legs so you can grind against him like last time. You seem appreciative of the rough feeling of his knee against you as you roll your hips against him.

“J-Jihoon,” you moan.

Your tits are slick with his saliva now and he tugs at your nipple with his teeth before releasing it. When he looks down at you he lets out a soft groan, his heavy cock stirring in his boxers. Your hair is already mussed a bit and your face looks warm as you stare up at him with soft eyes. Your bare chest is littered in forming purple and red marks and Jihoon watches as it rises and falls with your breaths. Jihoon can’t help but revel in the fact this is for him only. No fans or cameras or anything else to see you like this, bare and vulnerable.

Jihoon pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side, and he watches the way your eyes trail down his pale, chiseled torso. Your hands reach up for him and you pull him back down on top of you, his weight settling on your body. Your fingers trail up and down his bare skin, your mouth pressed hot and firm against his.

Your leg is thrown around Jihoon’s waist and he rolls his hips into yours, his hard cock brushing up against your wet core. You mewl into Jihoon’s mouth, your fingers digging into the muscles on his back.

“F-fuck Jihoon, please. Please touch me,” you beg, your voice high pitched and desperate, making it impossible to say no (not that Jihoon would).

Jihoon peels his body away from yours once more before hooking his fingers into your skirt and pulling it down your legs, leaving you in just your underwear. Jihoon nearly starts drooling when he sees the lacy, red panties hugging your hips. His fingers trail up your leg and he rubs a thumb over your hip bone against the rough fabric.

“I thought you said you were underdressed. You wore these just for me?”

You nod. “Thought you’d like them.”

“I do. Though, I think I’d like them better off.” With that he tugs the fabric down your legs as well, discarding them on your floor.

You gasp when Jihoon pushes your legs apart so he can get a better look at what’s between them. Your pussy is already shiny and slick with your arousal, begging to be filled by something. Jihoon reaches out and trails his fingertips against your puffy folds, prodding and rubbing in a way that’s nothing but teasing.

You squirm under Jihoon’s touch, but Jihoon just ignores you, too busy admiring how pretty your pussy looks right now. His fingers slip between your folds and dip down into your opening, only to pull back a second later. When his fingers emerge they’re covered in your arousal and he uses the slick to slide his fingers up your slit, catching on your clit. You intake a sharp breath as your body stiffens.

Jihoon grins and starts to rub your clit in gentle circles. Slow and almost lazily, his fingers go around and around with no real vigor. Jihoon can see the way your pussy is leaking, dripping down onto your bed. You’ve been letting out soft whines as Jihoon touches you, impatient for him to do more.

After what probably feels like an eternity to you, Jihoon finally slips his fingers lower before pushing two right into you. Your cunt is well slicked up and greedily accepts the digits being slipped inside. Your walls are warm and soft around Jihoon’s fingers and he slowly drags his fingers out of you before slamming them back in. He juts his fingers in and out of you as he strokes your walls with his fingertips.

To Jihoon it’s not much different than playing the piano the way his fingers move skillfully in precise ways to hit all the right places. In a way this is also like making music; the sound of your soft moans and pants filling the air, mixing with the slight squeak of your bed frame and the wet slap of his fingers sliding in and out of your cunt. It’s erotic and intimate and beautiful.

Below him, your body is shaking on the bed. Your fingers grasp at the sheets below you as your hips rut up into Jihoon’s palm. Jihoon’s whole hand is drenched now and his wrist is starting to ache, but he doesn’t dare stop.

“Fuck, fuck, Ji,” you mumble as your legs start to buck into the air. Jihoon pushes your hips down with his free hand and you let out a long moan as your walls clench down on Jihoon’s fingers as this thumb rapidly rubs at your clit.

Your hips roll against Jihoon’s hand for a few more seconds before your body relaxes into the bed. Jihoon stares down at you in awe. You grin up at him.

“That was…so good,” you say, still a bit breathless. “But…I think I need more. Fuck me, please?”

There is no way Jihoon is going to say no to a proposal like that. You direct him in the direction of your condom stash and Jihoon quickly shucks off his pants and boxers. He’s about to start rolling on the condom when he hears you gasp.

“You’re huge,” you say. When Jihoon looks up, you’re staring directly at his crotch. Jihoon’s aware is he…well endowed. His cock is about six inches long, but wide in girth. “Shit Jihoon, get in me right now.”

Jihoon chuckles and continues to roll on the condom before climbing back into the bed. He pushes you back against the mattress and leans down to kiss you. While your lips are still locked together he hikes one of your legs around his waist before lining himself up to your entrance. He rubs his head against your folds before finally pushing the tip in.

Jihoon’s mouth breaks off of yours and he trails wet kisses down your neck to your chest where he latches onto one of your breasts. His hips rut into you, slowly shoving his fat cock into your desperate cunt as you dig your fingers into his triceps.

Your walls hug him tightly and it makes his mind a bit fuzzy, his only focus being on you under him. Your scent floods Jihoon’s nose as he buries his face into your tits and he wants nothing more than to eat you whole. He mouths at your peaked nipples, nipping and licking everywhere he can, marking you with his love bites.

Jihoon swears he’s the luckiest man in the world, being able to lay here in your bed, marking up your tits. How many photos has he seen of them? How many people has he seen thirsting over you because of them? And here he is, being able to devour them all for himself.

Inside of you, his cock pounds at your walls, stretching you open. The rhythm Jihoon set is quick, but not brutal, and the drag of his cock in and out of you leaves both of you with a pleasured feeling coursing through your bodies.

“God, you’re so hot,” you moan out. “Used to dream about moments like this. I would watch compilations of you grinding on the floor to the Good to Me choreo.”

The words send a flush to Jihoon’s already warm face. He’s not sure if he should be embarrassed or find that incredibly hot. Maybe a bit of both. All he knows is that he’ll never be able to think of that song the same anymore.

Everything about you is intoxicating to the idol. Particularly in this moment though, the way you keep whimpering his name is driving him mad. Jihoon’s grip on your hips tightens as he rocks into you harder, his cock slamming into your sweet spot, making you cry out even harder.

Jihoon can feel his balls get heavier, ready to cum. He latches his mouth onto your neck and sucks hard as his fingers flit down to rapidly play with your clit. He’s hoping to get you to finish before him, but his orgasm hits him by surprise and his hips are stuttering as he releases his load into the condom. He doesn’t dare stop fucking into you though, even after he’s milked himself dry with your pussy. Jihoon doesn’t let himself rest until your body is shaking under him, your cunt clenching down as your nails dig into Jihoon’s skin.

When you’re finally coming down from your high, Jihoon gently pulls out of you before tying off the condom and throwing it in the trash. He flops down on the bed next to you and you cuddle right into his side, pressing a kiss right to his pec.

He reaches up to rub his hand up and down your back as you two lay there in silence, pressing kisses to each other’s bare skin.

Jihoon isn’t sure how long you two stay like that, until your kisses get a bit more meaningful and suddenly Jihoon is pinning you against the bed. His cock is already half hard again and it doesn’t take much to get it to full mast.

Your second round is softer, but just as intense. There’s a more romantic passion behind Jihoon’s motions as he takes his time getting you both off. Sensual kisses are traded as you and Jihoon whisper praises back and forth.

Halfway through fucking you Jihoon has the fleeting thought that he doesn’t want this to end. You both end up cumming together, your names falling off of each other’s lips with your foreheads pressed together. It’s oddly adorable and it takes Jihoon longer to pull out of you, completely content to keep his cock in you as you two lay cuddled in your bed.

When Jihoon finally does get up to discard the used condom and get something to clean you up, the sun is starting to set and Jihoon curses. When he checks his phone, his predictions are proved right at the sight of the numerous texts from their manager and Seungcheol.

You seem to realize this as well when Jihoon walks back to the bed and starts to get dressed.

“Do you really have to leave?” You look up at Jihoon. You look so cozy, cuddled up in bed, still naked. It really makes Jihoon want to stay and jump back in bed and tangle himself up with you again.

“Yeah, they need me back at the hotel,” he says instead, a bit discouraged as well.

“You’re in town for a few more days right?”

“Yeah, until Sunday.”

You reach out and grab Jihoon’s hand, pulling him to sit on the bed. You sit up as well, curling your bare body around his clothed form. You press a kiss to his ear.

“If you find the time, you should come to my concert on Friday.” Sleep laces your voice as you talk to Jihoon. Your body is warm pressed against him and Jihoon has never been more tempted to ignore his manager in his life. “We’re having a pop up concert to celebrate our fifth anniversary. I can get you seats in our VIP sections so no one would see you. I’ll text you the details but don’t feel pressured to come. Just, if you and your band want to do something fun, I can get the tickets.”

Jihoon nods. “Yeah, okay. I’ll be there.”

“Good.” Jihoon turns to face you and you press a quick kiss to his lips. “I’ll see you then. I’d walk you out but…” You gesture to your undressed form and Jihoon laughs.

“See you Friday. Sleep well Y/N.” Jihoon presses one final kiss to your lips before leaving your apartment, already missing you by the time he walks out the door.

The rest of the week Jihoon can’t do anything but wait for Friday, excited for your concert. He can’t wait to hear your band play live again, but mostly he can’t wait to see you again. You’ve been plaguing his mind since he last saw you, and it’s not just the sex. Jihoon can’t deny the pure, unbridled chemistry between you two and it makes his heart thump in his chest.

When Jihoon brings up the idea to his members about going to see your concert they all say it could be fun and Jihoon sends you a text affirming their attendance. Jihoon thinks it’s a little silly, his group of K-Pop idols going to go see your very explicit rock band perform.

When Friday comes Jihoon takes his time dressing up and he tries not to hit Soonyoung when he points it out.

The concert starts at around 8:00pm and doors open an hour earlier than that, but you told Jihoon to arrive a bit earlier so it would be less obvious to spot them going in. When the boys get there a quarter after 6:00, they are ushered in through the back doors.

Backstage hands are bustling around and there are a few people shouting at each other. The venue space is nice, but not too big. From what Jihoon saw online, it’s a pretty exclusive concert to see live, but tickets were sold for online streaming as well.

The boys are shown to their seats in a balcony room with glass covering one of the walls so they can see the stage. It seems to have some kind of film on the other side so they can see out, but nobody can see in.

“Wah, this is nice,” Seokmin says as he looks around the room.

“And for free too, Jihoonie hooked us up well,” Seungcheol adds. “This Y/N girl must like you a lot.”

Jihoon can feel his ears heating up. “Yah, all of you shut up.”

He turns away from his members, too embarrassed to continue the conversation. Jihoon does have to admit, you really are doing a lot giving free tickets to the thirteen men on such a short notice, and to get them into such a nice room.

When the doors open, Jihoon watches as your fans flood into the room. He can hear the chatter of everyone and he smiles at how excited all of your fans are to see you. The whole place packs up soon as everyone waits impatiently for the show to start.

Then the time hits and everyone is screaming as your band walks onto the stage. Jihoon’s eyes automatically fall to your figure and his heart beats against his ribcage. You’ve got a wide smile on your face as you strap your bass onto your body and walk up to your mic.

“Let’s make some noise!” Luka shouts into the mic and everyone erupts into applause. “Welcome to our 5th anniversary pop up concert, we are LADYKILLER, and tonight, we’re gonna have a good time. We’ll be keeping this casual tonight so get comfortable, get hype, and enjoy this first song.”

Jihoon’s eyes trail up and down your figure as your fingers fly over the strings of your bass. You’re dressed in a black leather boots, a short black denim skirt, and a silky white tank top lined with black lace. Your top looks closer to lingerie than an actual shirt and Jihoon can tell once again you’re not wearing a bra underneath.

You didn’t bother covering the hickies Jihoon left all over your chest and Jihoon feels his face heat up. The dark purple marks are scattered all over your bare skin and even though he’s a bit mortified, he’s also a bit proud.

Jihoon’s not the only one who notices the hickeys and he can feel his members send him suggestive looks as they watch the performance. Jihoon does his best to ignore them and focus on the band playing.

Jihoon admires how good you look up on stage. You really know how to work the crowd and you’re nothing short of mesmerizing to Jihoon. Every video he’s seen of you on stage doesn’t nearly do the real thing justice. After the first four songs your band stops the setlist to do some fan interaction.

“Y/N!” Someone calls from the audience. “Who gave you those hickeys!”

Jihoon wants to die as his members start to howl in their booth and Jihoon hopes that it’s sound proof. You just laugh along.

“Ah, these? They’re pretty aren’t they?” You run your fingers over your clavicle. “Now for who gave them to me…it’s not very nice of me to kiss and tell is it? But who knows? Maybe the perpetrator is sitting in this very room right now.” You wink at the audience and everyone goes crazy, screaming at your words.

The concert is fun, with lots of crowd interactions as you guys answer questions and give your own anecdotes from the past five years. You guys even tease your next album, sending the crowd into a frenzy when they see the teaser for one of the music videos.

It isn’t until closer to the end of the concert that Jihoon starts to have a real problem. In one of your most popular songs there’s a wicked bass solo that consists of you playing for two minutes straight and it’s one of the reasons why you are one of the more popular members of your group (on top of well…you know). Normally Jihoon would be entranced by the skillful way you play your instrument, putting your whole heart and soul into your solo, but today he can’t focus on anything other than the way you look.

You look sultry as you smirk out at the audience. At one point your eyes flit up to where Jihoon is sitting and you wink and Jihoon thinks he might pass out from how sexy you look right now. You put your whole body into playing and when you bend over, Jihoon can see your bare tits hanging freely in the air and he has to shift around to adjust his growing hard on. He doesn’t know if he should worship or despise whoever your stylist is.

Behind him, he can hear Jeonghan and Joshua snickering. Jihoon does his best to think about anything that will get his semi-hard cock to go down, but unfortunately for him the last song in your set list is hands down the most sexually charged.

As soon as the opening notes are heard, the whole atmosphere of the room changes. The lights dim as red accent lights bask the stage. Jihoon can’t peel his eyes away from you as you move with the music, your hips swaying along in a hypnotizing way.

He gasps a bit when Luka comes up behind you and grabs your hips, practically grinding on you as he sways with you. His hands travel up your sides and he brushes his fingertips over the upper part of your chest. When his hands move back down, this time they’re pressed to your front, dragging over your tits and down your stomach before he finally pulls away.

The whole time the crowd is hooked, and so is Jihoon. He’s a bit jealous that someone else is touching you in such an intimate way, but he knows it’s nothing but fan service, so he instead focused on how incredibly erotic he finds the moment, imagining he’s the one touching you instead.

After the song is finished your band thanks the audience before exiting the stage. The whole room is still buzzing with energy as they start to exit and Jihoon’s members seem to be hyped up as well.

“I see why you like them Jihoon,” Mingyu says and Jeonghan snorts.

“I can too.”

Jihoon groans but thankfully he’s saved when someone comes to retrieve them and guide them to the backstage area where your band is standing. You’re leaning against an audio case, drinking a bottle of water. Your body is shining with the post concert glow Jihoon is so familiar with. Jihoon is lost staring at you when a voice grabs his attention.

“Hey Y/N, isn’t that your boyfriend?” It’s Tommy who says this as he glances over to where Jihoon and the rest of Seventeen stands. Jihoon tries not to get flustered over his choice of words.

When you look over to where Tommy is motioning, your face instantly lights up at the sight of Jihoon. You stand up and cross the stage quickly before drawing Jihoon into a hug. “Jihoon!”

Jihoon snakes his arms around you and hugs you back. Your body is still warm from performing on stage and you feel nice pressed up against him. “Hi Y/N.”

“I missed you,” you whisper in his ear, just soft enough that only he can hear. His heart flutters at the words.

“Yo!” At the loud shouting you and Jihoon pull apart, just in time to see Vernon and James engage in a bro hug. You giggle at the two boys and Jihoon realizes that your hand has moved to hold onto his tightly.

The rest of your band is walking over and Tommy and Luka greet Vernon and Joshua. While everyone makes conversation you squeeze Jihoon’s hand and pull him away. He follows after, figuring his boys will be occupied with your boys for a while.

You pull Jihoon away from the backstage area and into your dressing room. It’s nice and large with a plush looking couch pushed against one wall. As soon as you close the door of your room you’re pushing Jihoon onto the couch and climbing on top of him, placing a leg on either side of his thick thighs. Automatically Jihoon’s hands fly up to hold your waist.

Your own hands cup Jihoon’s face as you kiss him softly. He kisses you back, soft and sweet. When you pull away from him, you wrap your arms around his neck, cuddling into his body.

“I’m so happy to see you.”

Jihoon is almost relieved to hear those words. The whole week he questioned if he was weird to miss you so much after only meeting twice. He likes knowing you feel the same.

“I’m happy to see you too. You looked great up there.” As he talks to you his hands rub up and down your sides, enjoying the silky feeling of your shirt under his palms.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Really great.” Jihoon shifts under you a bit, hoping you get the message. You obviously do when you giggle and lean down, pressing your mouth to his ear.

“You know Ji, I’m always so horny after performing. Help a girl out?”

Jihoon nods frantically and then before he can even blink your mouth is pressed up against his in a hot, wet kiss. Your fingers grasp the back of his neck, pulling him towards you and he wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you close to him. Jihoon can’t help but love the feeling of being able to have you like this again. You two fit together nicely and Jihoon wants to keep you in his lap forever.

Your thighs are tightly locked around his waist as you grind down on his crotch. Jihoon’s arms tighten around you even more as he bucks up into you. He’s been trying to keep his boner at bay but now that he has you all alone, he can stop caring. He rubs himself up against your warm core, already wet through your panties.

Something about the way you so easily fall apart in Jihoon’s arms drives him particularly mad. The soft whimpers that leave the back of your throat as you grasp at him more and more desperately. When Jihoon pulls away to catch his breath your lips are trailing after his, not quite wanting to let him go soon. Maybe Jihoon likes it because he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him. He leans down to press open mouthed kisses to your throat and you giggle as he does.

“Didn’t even bother hiding them,” Jihoon mutters, his fingers trailing across the old bruises splayed across your chest.

“I wanted to show them off! You did such a pretty job.” You shake your chest a bit to show them off more, but Jihoon can only focus on the jiggle of your tits in his face. Jihoon dives down, his tongue laving right over them.

He can taste the salt of your sweat on your skin and it’s oddly intoxicating mixed with the scent of your expensive perfume and your weight pressing down on him. His cock is aching in his pants now, begging to find release.

You seem to realize this as you pull away from Jihoon and slip off his lap and onto the floor. The sight of you on your knees in front of Jihoon is nearly enough to make him cum on the spot. You look up at him with big pleading eyes and Jihoon forces himself to burn the image into his memory.

“Ji,” you whine, “lemme suck you. Please. You look so good tonight, I need your cock between my lips.”

Jihoon’s in a pair of blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket. It’s not much but he’s aware he looks good in the get up. He’s glad you’ve noticed as well. Jihoon internally gloats that while Soonyoung might of made fun of him, he’s the one getting his dick wet right now.

Jihoon shifts his hips a bit to signal you to go ahead and you dive right in, unzipping his pants and taking his cock out. It springs out of its constraints, heavy and hard as you hold it in your grasp. Without breaking eye contact with Jihoon you lean down and wrap your lips around the tip, sucking gently.

Jihoon takes an unsteady breath, not sure how long he’ll be able to hold out. He’s never wanted to cum as badly as he does now, watching the sight of your warm, soft lips on his thick, red cock head. Jihoon feels your tongue press up against his sensitive tip, lapping at where his precum has started to pearl, and he shudders.

He has to stop himself from grabbing your head and shoving it down his length. Instead he digs his fingers into the couch cushions next to him and goes his best not to thrust up into your mouth. You must sense Jihoon’s eagerness though, as you stop your coy act and widen your jaw, taking more of him in you. You bob your head up and down, your lips and tongue dragging against his cock, shooting pleasure through Jihoon’s body.

The sounds your mouth makes are the lewdest noises Jihoon has ever heard and he gets a picture to match it as he stares down at you. Your hands are wrapped around his length where your mouth can’t reach and your eyes are closed, focused on getting Jihoon off.

Your mouth and hands are skilled as you quickly work Jihoon to his high. You suck particularly hard at his tip and without much warning he’s bucking up into your throat, spilling his seed into you. Jihoon almost cums a second time just from watching you swallow down the load he gave you.

When you’re done swallowing, you open your mouth for Jihoon to see you took all of it and Jihoon can’t help himself from grabbing your jaw and running his thumb across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth. You automatically wrap your lips around it, sucking on it just like you did with his cock a few seconds ago. When you finally pop the digit out of your mouth, Jihoon’s cock is already starting to stir again.

Jihoon is aware you’ve probably done a lot of hooks up before. You’re a rockstar who writes songs about sex, of course you have to get your inspiration from somewhere. Still, the thought makes Jihoon a bit jealous and he has to push it down in turn to watch you start to strip for him.

You start with your top, easily tugging it over your head and tossing it to the side. Your tits are just as perfect as Jihoon remembers them. Jihoon stands up from the couch, his dick still hanging out of his jeans, as he crosses to where you’re standing. Without saying a word he reaches out and gropes your tits in his palms. As his fingers knead at your breasts, he leans in, connecting your lips together.

You let out a hiss that turns into a moan as Jihoon pinches your left nipple hard. Your hands scramble to push Jihoon’s jacket off his shoulders, the article of clothing falling to the ground with your discarded shirt.

His shirt is the next to go and Jihoon lets out a dissatisfied grunt when he has to pull his mouth away from yours. He’s not too upset by it though, because now he gets to feel your tits press up against his own chest. Both of your bodies are on fire and the actual heat of your dressing room isn’t helping either, suffocating his thoughts so the only thing on his mind is you and your pretty little cunt.

Speaking of your pretty little cunt, Jihoon’s fingers work frantically at the buttons of your skirt so he can have better access to it. He pushes your skirt down your hips and grabs one of your thighs, wrapping it around his waist so he can grind his dripping cock against your drenched panties. He groans against your shoulder when he feels the rough fabric of the lace against his tip.

Jihoon steps back from you to take off the rest of his clothes and he gets a good look at you then. Your lips are dark and swollen from how aggressively you two have been kissing and your chest is already starting to sprout new bruises from Jihoon’s relentless attacks on the soft skin. You’ve also shed your last layer and Jihoon gets a good look at your needy pussy.

Jihoon lets out a long exhale, his body screaming at him to fuck you.

He’s about to when he comes to a realization, causing him to curse softly. He doesn’t have a condom. He tells you that.

“Doesn't matter,” you tell him. “I’m on the pill and I’m 100% clean. Condoms were just a secondary precaution, but I need you in me now. Please Jihoon, just fuck me.”

The thought sends Jihoon off. You just gave him permission to fuck you raw. The thought of your warm, wet walls wrapped around Jihoon’s cock without any barriers has Jihoon grabbing you and bending you over right there. You yelp a bit at being thrown around, but it quickly turns into a moan when you feel Jihoon grind up against your exposed folds.

“Ah~ Jihoon, please,” you beg. You sound so needy that Jihoon has no choice but to shove his cock into you. Your walls wrap around him desperately as he pushes into you. The fit is tight and Jihoon has to take a shaky breath before he starts to ram into you.

He can tell his cock is still just a bit too girthy for you from the way you whine every time he re-enters you. He slides his hand up your spine to between your shoulder blades and he presses down, pushing you into the couch cushions.

Jihoon feels like he’s in a porno with the way he’s fucking you. When he glances to where your bodies are connected, a creamy ring has started to form around his base from your pussy. The recoil of your ass as he thrusts into you is hypnotizing and he has to pull his eyes away not to get too distracted. He slides his hand up further and into your hair, pulling back to lift your head off the couch.

Jihoon can’t believe he gets to be here with you like this again, his cock digging deep into your sweet cunt. His fingers tug at your hair a bit harder and your walls clench down around him, sending Jihoon’s brain and dick into a frenzy.

“You like that jagiya?”

“Yes, yes, fuck Jihoon. I love it. Love your big fat cock and your strong hands and your sexy voice,” you ramble on, your voice tense and labored, taking breaks between your words just to catch your breath.

Jihoon’s free hand lifts up off your hip, only to go flying back down against your ass, resounding in a loud slap echoing through the room mixed with your moan. Your ass is red when he pulls his hand back and Jihoon does it twice more before smiling, satisfied with the way it seemed to turn your brain off even more.

You look so pretty under him, sharing your pleasure with Jihoon as he uses your body to get himself off. When Jihoon glances at your face, your eyes are closed shut, tears spilling down your cheeks as a line of drool connects from your mouth to the couch. Jihoon’s stomach tightens as he watches you and he knows he’s close.

“Shit, Y/N,” Jihoon growls out as a warning before he’s pressing his hips flush against your, releasing his load straight into your pussy. At the feeling of his cum shooting into you, you cry out, your walls clenching down on him, pulsating.

Jihoon is panting as he pulls out of you, him cum spilling out along with it. His cum slides to the floor in thick globs and you groan at the feeling of it exiting your pussy. With shaky legs you stand up, clinging to Jihoon for support as you pull him into a kiss. Your mouths and teeth clash together, but it doesn’t matter because your lips are tangling together and Jihoon can taste you against his tongue and for now that subdues the urge to devour you.

Despite both of you just cumming, neither of you give yourselves time to rest. You push Jihoon back onto the couch before climbing into his lap again. Only this time, you line yourself back up with his cock before sinking down on him. His cock is still hard and he’s still terribly turned on so he’s not complaining. He’s grateful for his idol stamina or else he’s not sure he would be able to keep up with your insatiable desires.

“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Jihoon grunts. “Your cunt is perfect for my cock. So good for me.”

His grip on your hips is tight, probably too tight, but he can’t be bothered to care when your head is thrown back and the nastiest sounds are leaving your lips. Your tits bounce freely in his face as you fuck yourself on his lap and Jihoon can’t do anything other than stare in awe at them, enjoying the show.

“God Jihoon, you feel so good in me,” you cry out. Your fingers are perched on his shoulders, your fingers digging into the muscle so you can anchor yourself better.

As you bounce up and down on Jihoon’s cock, more of his cum pushes out of your cunt and drips onto Jihoon’s lap along with all of the slick your pussy is producing. Jihoon wants to cum in you again, already obsessed with filling up your tight cunt with his seed.

His hands travel up your body and he gropes your tits harshly, pinch the nipples and scraping his teeth over your sensitive buds. You look like you’re about to ascend to heaven as you roll your eyes back into your head, moaning like your life depends on it.

It’s enough to get Jihoon desperate to go over the edge and he wraps his arms around your hips before pulling your body against his. You press your weight against his body, your legs giving out on you, as Jihoon starts to buck up into your sweet cunt. He’s sure the pressure is brutal inside of you, leaving you with a bruised cervix for later, but Jihoon only has one focus right now so he can’t bother being nice. He buries his face in your neck, doing everything to reach his high.

You seem to reach yours first, your body trembling in his grip as you trap his cock in a vice grip. This is enough to finally get Jihoon to cum for a third time tonight, spilling it all into your pussy again.

Jihoon’s body is sweaty and hot and he’s exhausted as he slumps back against the couch, out of breath with no thoughts in his mind. You don’t look much better as you drop your body on top of his, your eyes closing as you nuzzle your head against his chest.

Neither of you say anything for a while, just doing your best to regain your bearings and enjoy the feeling of your bodies sandwiched together. At some point Jihoon’s now flaccid cock slips out of you, but you don’t get off his lap yet.

When you two do finally pull apart Jihoon is still feeling a bit light headed but he’s at least back down on Earth as he kisses your tear stained cheeks, rubbing your back.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good, very good,” you tell him. “Just…very tired now.”

Jihoon chuckles and stands up to grab a water bottle from the mini fridge sitting to the side of the room. You take it and chug the whole thing down. While you do that Jihoon looks around the room for something to clean you both up with. There’s a box of tissues sitting on your vanity and he grabs that and starts to wipe himself down before doing the same to you. It’s not the best clean up he’s ever done, but it’s the best he can do for now.

Jihoon finds his clothes and puts his boxers back on before crawling back onto the couch next to you. You lean against him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re cute, you know that?” You mumble into Jihoon’s collarbone. “Right before you were gonna cum, you started mumbling in Korean.”

Jihoon flushes. He didn’t even know he was talking, let alone in Korean.

He settles on saying, “Your moans are cuter though.”

You stay silent for a moment before speaking up again, your voice more somber this time. “You’re leaving soon right?”

“Yeah, Sunday morning, so in two days.”

You snuggle a bit closer into Jihoon. “Would it be ridiculous to say I think I’ve gotten attached to you.”

Jihoon huffs out a laugh. “Not ridiculous, I think I feel the same.”

The truth is, Jihoon has gotten attached to you, even after only two days of interaction. There’s something so alluring about you that draws Jihoon in. Just like a siren calling a fisherman, you’ve drawn him in and it’s only due time before he crashes.

Your presence is comfortable and everything feels natural with you, it feels right. Jihoon doesn’t want it to end. He wants to store you away in his suitcase and bring you back to Korea with him. Everyday he’d get to wake up next to you, your pretty smile being the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes. You two would spend your days making music and cuddling on the couch. Then at the end of the day Jihoon would be able to press you into the mattress and have his way with you, enjoying the taste of you lingering in his mouth and soaking up every pretty sound he pulls from your lips.

But, he can’t. He has to leave you here, thousands of miles away from him, with a thirteen hour time difference from New York to Seoul. Not to mention you have your own careers and Jihoon is well aware of the time and effort his own takes. The Carats absolutely wouldn’t have it if it was revealed he has a girlfriend, who he was living with. Especially one with your public image. They would rip you to shred.

But god does Jihoon wish it would work out.

“Hey,” you say softly. Your finger is tracing patterns against his chest. “Would you maybe…want to spend the night at my place?”

Jihoon looks down at you and nods. He doesn’t care if his managers are going to kill him, he’s going to spend as much time with you as he can before he leaves. He shoots a quick message to his members who promise they’ll cover for him and then before he knows it he’s being driven to your apartment.

When you two get into your unit you order food for the two of you and then you fall asleep in Jihoon’s arms when you’re done eating. It’s painfully domestic and Jihoon holds you the whole night, afraid to let you go.

In the morning, when you wake up, Jihoon bombards you with a barrage of kisses and you giggle as you pull Jihoon’s body even closer to yours. It doesn’t take long to get both of you riled up, leading to your clothes strewn on the floor as Jihoon sinks himself into you once more.

That’s how you two spend the rest of your day, limbs tangled together, making love as Jihoon does his best to burn the feeling of your bare body pressing against him into his memory.

His head is currently shoved between your thighs, suffocating in your drenched pussy. You’ve had his thigh, fingers, and cock once but Jihoon is determined to get you off at least five times today. For now he’s taking his time though. His mouth moves slowly, teasing you so you get unbearably needy for Jihoon to give you more.

His tongue drags through your folds, collecting your slick and swallowing it down. Between the taste of your arousal, the sweet smell of your cunt, and the feel of your pussy on his tongue, Jihoon’s mind is muddled with a lust induced haze and Jihoon wonders if this is what it feels like to get high.

Jihoon’s plump lips wrap around your clit and he sucks on it gently, just enough to stimulate you but not enough to actually do anything. You squirm and whine and tug at Jihoon’s hair, but he ignores your attempts to get him to do more, content with driving you crazy for now.

Your legs squeeze tight around Jihoon’s neck, pulling him even further into your cunt. Your thighs are like earmuffs over his ears, cutting off his last sense so there’s nothing but you. Jihoon ruts his hips into the mattress under him, his own cock leaking and hard. He has a bit more resolve than you though, and he clamps his thick hands on your thighs, prying them apart once more.

“Please Jihoon,” you beg. “I need more.”

Jihoon pretends he can’t hear you as drags his lips to kiss over your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. He does this a few more times before moving his mouth off your core completely, turning his head so he can suck marks into your thighs.

“Jihoon,” your voice sounds genuinely desperate, like if Jihoon doesn’t do anything you’ll actually combust. This is what Jihoon has been waiting for and he tightens his grip on you before diving straight into your cunt.

His motions have purpose behind them now as he licks at your sopping cunt. His nose bumps against your clit as his tongue flick back and forth over your hole. Your body is now trembling under him as you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, Jihoon, shit.” The words tumble out of your mouth as your legs shake around his head. He keeps eating your pussy out until your body goes limp.

He’s a bit surprised you came so fast, but he guesses you were pretty worked up from all of the teasing. And the previous orgasms.

Jihoon’s only cum once though, compared to the four times you have, and he’s not going to let you rest until he gets his second in. He picks himself up from between your legs and climbs over your body. He kisses up your torso, stopping at your tits for a moment, before finally making his way to your lips.

He kisses you hard and fierce, too impatient to be soft at the moment. You moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. Your hips buck up into him when you feel his cock drag over your slit, his precum spreading against your folds. Jihoon is sure he could get off just like this, rubbing your pussy on his cock, and if he was just a tad bit more desperate he would, but he’s still slightly level headed enough to make the decision he wants to cum inside of you.

Jihoon spreads your legs wide before sheathing himself right into you. Your cunt allows him in easily, slick and stretched out from all of Jihoon’s previous efforts. His pubes brush up against your clit as he bottoms out in one go.

You let out a weak moan as Jihoon lets out his own deep sigh. Your walls are warm and soft around his aching dick and Jihoon imagines this is exactly what heaven feels like. As much as Jihoon would like to take his time with you, he’s already done that earlier and while teasing you, he got himself a bit too worked up as well.

Jihoon doesn’t waste time, plunging his cock in and out of your cunt. His cock hits deeper and harder into you each time, slamming into your plush walls. The noises you make make Jihoon want to fuck you even harder and he grabs your legs and pushes them up against your chest, exposing your cunt to him even more. The change in angle has his tip digging into a new place, making you moan even louder.

“Ji, Ji, Ji,” you chant as the man in question continues to slam his hips into yours. Jihoon groans as he looks down at you, his hands pushing down against your legs to keep them in place, folding you in half.

“So pretty,” Jihoon grunts. “My pretty baby feels good from my cock?”

“Yes, yes, so much. Feels soooo good Jihoon.” You’re babbling at this point, barely coherent from the pleasure you feel. The thought makes Jihoon smirk, gaining the urge to drive you completely for the edge.

One of his hands releases your legs and moves up to your neck, clamping around it. His fingers squeeze firmly and you gasp a bit. He feels your cunt tighten around him, causing him to squeeze even harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you throw your head back against your pillow.

Your skin is burning under Jihoon’s palm and he can feel the way your neck muscles move under his fingertips from the way you’re doing your best to let out strangled moans. Your body is already spent from the past four orgasms he’s given you, but he’s still not going to go easy on you.

He wants you crying from his cock. Coming undone again and again and again until you can’t remember anything other than Jihoon. Nobody will ever be able to be as good as him and every time you go to write a new song, you think of him and this moment.

Your pussy keeps clenching down around him and Jihoon closes his eyes, trying to drag this out even more. He knows he won’t last much longer though. The warmth of the room combined with the warmth of your body has his own skin heating up, fogging up his brain.

Jihoon feels your hand wrap around his wrist, pulling his fingers off your neck and moving them so they slip into your mouth. You suck on the digits, swirling your tongue around them, your taste buds pressing against his pads and that’s all it takes to send Jihoon over the edge. He cums deep into you, his cum shooting against your cervix.

Jihoon’s hips don’t stop though, pounding brutally into you, milking himself with your cunt. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and slips them between your bodies, flicking and rubbing at your clit furiously. It isn’t until he feels you tense up under him, that he finally pulls his dick out of you. As soon as he does, the flood gates are broken and your cunt is spraying your juices all over the bed and Jihoon.

The idol watches the way your pussy pulsates when you’re done squirting. You look completely wrecked and ready to pass out and Jihoon sees that as a job well done. Your leg keeps twitching every so often and Jihoon reaches over and massages it.

You whine a bit at his touch but don’t pull away. “‘M so sensitive.”

“You did so good for me,” Jihoon coos.

When Jihoon is sure that you’re not going to pass out he gets up and pads into the kitchen to get you a glass of water. When he gets back to the room he finds that you’ve rolled out of the wet spot you made and are now sitting up.

You take the water from him and chug it down before making a feeble attempt to stand up. Your legs shake a bit and Jihoon has to steady you. He helps you to the bathroom where he draws you a bath and moves back to your room to change out the sheets.

When you get out of your bath you crawl back into the freshly changed bed where Jihoon is laying waiting. You don’t hesitate to snuggle down into his arms.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you admit in a small voice.

Jihoon sighs. He doesn’t want to leave either.

“I know that it’s unreasonable to do long distance,” you continue, “and that we both have busy schedules but, I’d really like it if we kept in touch. Then maybe the next time you’re in America, or if I go to Korea, we could meet up again.”

Jihoon kisses the top of your head. “I’d really like that too.”

In reality, Jihoon isn’t sure what’s going to happen. He’d like to think that you guys will keep in touch because he really hopes you do and for once he’s letting himself be an optimist. It’s not exactly like he’ll be able to forget about you anyway, so it’s better to keep a place open for you in his heart.

Jihoon holds you tight until he no longer can and he leaves you once more with nothing but a kiss and a promise to text you. His heart aches in a way he didn’t know was possible as he boards the plane to fly back home to Korea. Just another reason for Jihoon to hate flying.

This time Vernon sits next to him and the younger holds an earbud out to him. Jihoon slips it into his ear and the sound of a familiar bass solo floods his mind. Jihoon sends a grateful look at his dongsaeng, letting your playing soothe his heart.

By the time the song ends Jihoon’s head is filled with ideas for songs about you and his heart is warm with a feeling that everything is going to work out in the end.

"Did you hear who's going to be featured on LADYKILLER's new track?"

"No, who?"

"Woozi and Vernon from Seventeen."

"Damn, I already know it's gonna be good. I mean, Y/N and Woozi? Sounds like a match made in heaven."

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rose-of-the-grave · 6 months

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Snowed In

Pairing: Lily x James

Modern AU

Hey everybody, I know its been two months since I posted part 2 but here it is! As always I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Part 2

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Warnings: fake dating trope, kissing, weapon metaphors for snow balls, light angst?, nosy friends, background wolfstar

Word count: 2,797

Description: The group decides to hit the slopes which leads to a snowball fight.

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You know what guys, I think I’ll just warm up by the fire with some hot cocoa instead.” Alice said. Everybody else was bundled up and carrying their skis and ski boots.

“Are you sure?” Lily asked her friend.

“I’m sure. I just want to relax for a little while.” Alice smiled. “I’ll go out with you all tomorrow though, I promise.”

“We’ll hold you to it” Marlene threatened. She was leaning against the counter in the middle of the kitchen, munching on grapes.

Alice inclined her head slightly as if to say, “I know you will.”

“Ok, is everybody ready?” Sirius called from the entryway having just come back inside.

They all, except Alice, responded affirmatively.

While everyone made their way to exit the cabin, Alice plopped down on the sofa and pulled a blanket over her legs.

“See you later.” Lily said.

“See ya.”

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And so, they hit the slopes.

In order to keep up the pretense, Lily begrudgingly sat next to James on the ski lift. This felt much easier than she had thought it would. Sure they would sit a little closer than before, there was slightly less bickering, and of course there were his unbearable cutesy nicknames. If she never got called pookie-bear ever again in her life it would still not be long enough. For the most part they were acting completely normal. It was unnerving. She wanted them to believe their fake relationship was real but she didn’t think they would accept it that easily.

Looking all around, she watched people skiing down the hill. There were the little kids being watched over by their parents like hawks and then others who felt invincible enough to go racing down the mountain with very little care for others around them.

Even though it had been almost two decades since the incident had happened it was still fresh in her mind whenever she went skiing. She was maybe five at the time when she went skiing with her parents and Petunia. Petunia had been complaining about the cold so her mom had taken her inside the ski lodge while Lily and her dad had kept on skiing.

Her dad had been so careful, never letting her out of his sight for a second but that was all it had taken. A second. All of a sudden she had been skiing straight at a tree, accelerating downhill. She had gotten lucky when she lost her balance and fell backwards. In just a short amount of time she had nearly died. Thankfully all she had gotten in the end was a sore butt and a whole lot of embarrassment.

Ever since then her parents had been much more watchful over her, probably one of the reasons her older sister resented her so much. Maybe that was where it started, the differing amounts of attention. If only she could have told her that she didn’t want all of the attention maybe things would have been better between them.

She and James were almost at the top, the trees almost clipping the bottoms of their skis. Readying herself, she prepared to get off. Sliding down towards Marlene and Dorcas, she heard a shout from behind her.

“Oi, Prongs!”

Such childish nicknames, she never understood them. Whenever she asked Remus about them he would always say that he was sworn to secrecy. Looking back from where she stood out of the way of other skiers, she watched Sirius pull James aside, motioning for Remus to go on ahead. Interesting.

Instead of thinking about it for too long she simply smiled and welcomed Remus.

Looking at her companions she pushed off, calling behind her, “Last one to the bottom buys us all hot chocolate!”

They all shouted at her before taking off in pursuit. Gliding down over the packed snow, narrowly avoiding collisions, she whooped. She had missed this. Skiing used to be one of her favorite memories but she hadn’t been in years. Turning around a bend she prepared to go even steeper downhill. Bending her knees, she gained speed. The cold air whipping in her face felt refreshing. The snow glittered, reflecting the sun.

“On your right, Lils!” Marlene came rushing by her, followed by Dorcas. Their brightly colored jackets vibrant against the white of the snow.

“Not for long!” She yelled, going faster than before.

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“So. You and Lily.”

“What about me and Lily?”

“I don’t know. Guess I just figured that if you ever managed to get the girl of your dreams to date you you’d tell your best friend first.”

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“Not a problem. Don’t worry about it.”

“No, it is. I should have told you first. I would have if…” He trailed off before he could reveal the truth of his relationship with Lily.

“If…?”

“Nothing.” He looked away at where their friends had been. They’d probably already made it to the bottom of the hill.

“Don’t suppose that this has anything to do with you and Evans not actually dating does it?”

His head twisted around so fast he almost got whiplash. “What?” He asked in a way to high pitched a tone to seem innocent.

“I kind of figured that it wasn’t real. There’s no way she would forget all about her animosity towards you and suddenly be dating you. You’re not that good of a kisser.”

“Piss off.” He slapped him on the shoulder.

His best friend laughed.

“So. Am I right?”

“You aren’t wrong.”

Sirius’ eyes lit up at the thought of being right for a split second before realizing what that meant. His friend wasn’t actually dating Lily.

“Why are you fake dating? Why, of all people she could have asked, did she ask you?”

“Thanks a lot.”

“I’m just saying. You’re not exactly her favorite person.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s only because I was there and she knew I would say yes. Her friends were on her about getting out and dating again so she wanted an excuse to get them to wait a little longer. They wanted to set her up with someone.”

“And her very own Prince Charming came to her rescue.”

“I don’t think Lily would take kindly to being called a damsel in distress.”

“Point taken.”

The conversation seemed finished so James started skiing over to the edge, right before it sloped downhill.

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Marlene had paid for all four hot chocolates after being teased about being a sore loser. Lily, Remus, Marlene, and Dorcas all sat at a table near the window, sunlight filtering through. When they saw Sirius and James racing down the hill, they all waved, hoping they would see. Thankfully they did.

“Wow. You all went down one time and you’re already in here drinking hot cocoa?” Sirius teased.

“It was cold.” Lily said, defensively.

Coming closer, he pulled up a chair next to Remus.

“Was it cold for you too?”

“Don’t say it.” He threatened without any real heat.

“Cause I can warm you up.” Sirius was smiling cheesily while Remus just shook his head, smiling fondly.

“Ugh! Really? I’m trying to drink my hot chocolate here!” Marlene exclaimed.

They all laughed.

James asked, “Anyone up for skiing some more?” Most of them shook their heads.

“How about a snowball fight?”

“Sure!” Sirius agreed. He pressed what Lily was sure was supposed to be a quick kiss to Remus’ lips but, in typical fashion, it got prolonged. They kept on kissing despite the noises of disgust Marlene made. All of their friends were happy for them, they really were, but there was only so much PDA they could stand.

Then, reluctantly, Sirius pulled away and walked out of the lodge with James. Almost immediately after they got outside, James ran ahead to get to the best snow. Sirius took a different approach. Gathering some snow from the stairs he threw it at James’ back, It hit him dead on, leaving white dust on the back of his snow jacket. The impact startled him, causing him to turn around with deadly intent in his eyes. Picking up some snow, he rolled it into a ball and threw it at his friend in retaliation. The snowball fight began in earnest.

After a few minutes Lily decided to brave the cold and went to stand out on the deck, watching them throw snowballs at each other while childishly calling each other names. They had both amassed an arsenal of snow projectiles, ready to throw. The two of them circled around each other, playing a game of chicken. When James got near to the lodge Lily had an idea. Gathering some snow she balled it up and, picking her moment carefully, dropped it on his head.

He whirled around, caught sight of the perpetrator, and she watched the over the top betrayed look he shot her.

“You’re in for it now!”

Instead of throwing his next snowball at his friend he threw it at her, hitting her square in the face. She grew indignant at the sound of their laughter. Ducking down, she gathered some more snow in her arms and crept down the stairs, careful to remain undetected. Timing was key. Peeking over the rail she saw a perfect opportunity. She was only a few feet away from Black. If she waited for the right moment she could get him right in the back.

She threw it.

“Really, Evans? I didn’t think playing dirty was your style.” He complained, shaking the snow from his dark hair.

Grinning devilishly, Lily threw another, this time hitting him in the chest. When James approached to take advantage of his friend’s position, a snowball aimed high, she threw one at him as well before taking off running. He threw one as she ran, it clipped her leg.

“Is that all you got?” She taunted.

Sirius joined back in, throwing a snowball at her that she narrowly dodged.

She threw one at him, that he ducked only for it to hit a person standing right behind him…Remus. Marlene and Dorcas flanked him and they were all armed to the teeth with snow.

They started throwing them at each other, and it was everyone for themselves.

Any alliances that were made ended with someone stabbing the other in the back. She and Marlene formed a tentative alliance against James, coming at him from both sides with snowballs so he couldn’t retaliate without getting hit. Realizing this, he made a quick decision. He started focusing all of his attention on Lily, throwing snowball after snowball at her while approaching her.

By the time she realized the position she was in he was already able to tackle her into a snow drift. Snow soaked through her pants and fell into her coat, causing her to shiver. The weight of James pressing down on her. She paused as she realized just how close their faces were. It had been a long time since she had ever truly allowed herself to think about kissing him. Now that they were dating, fake dating that is, she supposed she could. If he questioned it she could simply say that it was for her friends.

She had been so stuck in her thoughts that it took her a while to see that his gaze had also drifted down to her lips, the laughter dying as he lay there. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips. They were dry from the cold. His eyes marked the movement, watching with a look that she could only describe as pure hunger. She knew that it was wrong. She hated him. If she kissed him he might think that she had changed her mind about him. And she hadn’t. Not even a little bit.

Bringing her hands up from where they were lying on her sides, she placed her hands on his chest fully intending to push him away. Her hands didn’t lay flat, her fingers curled into his jacket, pulling him closer. Caught by surprise, he fell directly on her, unable to stop gravity. Their lips crashed together in a rushed embrace, their teeth clacking. Pulling away a bit, he readjusted, allowing him a better angle. Brushing some hair from her face he kissed her. Softly, like the fallen snow brushing against the back of his neck.

Tilting her head, she kissed him back.

“Ow! Seriously?” He pulled away, rubbing the back of his neck.

An avalanche of snowballs descended upon them, covering them in the glittering white dust. Laughing, they got up and ran for cover. Amassing an arsenal of snowballs, they prepared to retaliate.

“Ready?” She nodded. “Aim.” She prepared to throw. “Fire!

They were out there for hours, still throwing snowballs and tackling each other into piles of snow, when the sun fell and darkness came. It was only five at night but it felt like much later.

When the five of them returned to the cabin, they were all arm in arm, grinning. Streaks of snow in their hair and on their jackets.

For dinner, they made a buffet of ham, cheese, bread, fruit, and salad. Sitting around the woodstove on couches they ate their food. Lily had grabbed a warm, fuzzy blanket to keep herself warm. James had sat next to her but kept enough distance between them. Neither one could stop thinking about the kiss and apparently nor could their friends.

“So, what did you all do today?” Alice asked, curious.

“We went skiing and then we had a snowball fight that lasted for a few hours.” Lily volunteered.

“Yeah. It got pretty heated.” Sirius said, waggling his eyebrows. JAmes shot him a look.

Marlene jumped in, unable to contain herself. “They kissed!”

“They’re dating.” Alice responded.

“Not like a peck on the lips kind of kiss. I mean a full on makeout session while laying in a pile of snow.”

They were all adults but anyone could have sworn they were kids at all of their oohing.

“Stop, guys.” Lily protested.

“You’re no fun.” Marlene pouted.

Shifting the attention off of the pair, Remus yawned. “Time for me to go to bed.”

Sirius gave him his trademark puppy eyes.

“I’m exhausted. Stay as long as you want.”

To the rest of them he said, “Have fun!”

Grabbing some chocolate from the pantry, he walked upstairs to his and Sirius’ room.

After a while everybody dispersed, going their separate ways. Marlene got out a drink and sat down next to Alice who was finishing up a puzzle she had started earlier. Sirius went upstairs. And Dorcas put on some TV.

Not quite ready for bed but feeling tired Lily went up to her room. Grabbing a book she pulled back the covers on her side of the bed and got comfortable. She had almost finished her chapter when James came in holding two cups that were steaming.

“What’s that?”

“Tea. Don’t worry, it’s green tea.”

Accepting the warm mug of tea she thanked him.

“No problem. I was already boiling some water for myself so I figured I might as well.”

“So, about earlier.”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal. It was just to keep up the pretense. Right?”

“Right.” she echoed.

And that was that. Hopefully, when this was all over it wouldn’t be too awkward.

An hour or so later, Lily went to bed, the other side still empty. Sleep crept up on her, drowning her in its depths. Hours went by of peaceful sleep, dreaming of a life where things had been different. If she had never met Severus then maybe she and James would have ended up together. No complications. No mess. Was it only some remaining sense of loyalty that made her keep her distance? She sometimes regretted it. The James she knew was not the one her ex boyfriend had so bitterly described. People change, so maybe, just maybe she should give him a chance. A clean slate.

She awoke with a clear purpose and to a still empty bed. The blankets were still neatly tucked in, he probably hadn’t even come to bed last night. Getting out of bed she wrapped a fuzzy robe around herself and put on a pair of socks to protect her feet from the stone floors downstairs.

Padding softly down the stairs, she walked quietly across the kitchen to the living room. There he lay, sleeping on the couch. She shook her head and went to grab a muffin for breakfast. It was only then that she actually looked outside, or tried to. All she could see was white and not in the sense that everything outside was covered in snow. No. In the sense that snow was packed against the windows covering everything and blocking the light.

They were snowed in!

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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hiiii today's reminder is happy Kun day!!! my husband the loml my absolute favourite boy. I'm so surprised (and very touched!!) you remembered my birthday but also you're right because I've spent a fair amount of my time daydreaming about Kun and i watching new years/fourth of july fireworks together and just being disgustingly in love and also his birthday is the start of the year and mine is almost exactly the midpoint, so we'd also use it to be all sentimental and… ok there's a slight chance I've been using these romantic fantasies as a coping mechanism for things i should properly deal with but whatever. my dream Kun can never let me down.

alsoooo i watched the sm concert in bits and pieces half asleep because it started at 9 am here but a few things about that: one, wtf is Sungtaro's role at SM, are they tour guides at this point? i feel like they do everything but actual idol stuff now. two, they really performed take off for the first time in about three centuries, i almost screamed when i saw that (hyperbole, i was curled up in bed with the volume just high enough for me to hear it but i did audibly gasp). three, i was expecting a shinee's back 2023 thing like they did for don't call me considering it's their 15th anniversary next year but superm??? they're still a thing?? also i saw someone say that they added tvxq's colour to the logo thingy so changmin might be joining which??? i will Cry can you imagine the power but also the awkwardness bc I'm pretty sure he can't tell most of the nct boys apart. also reminded me that you said that's what you wanted superm to be, more of a rotational lineup. four, I'm pretty sure i have a massive crush on Boa after that

also happy new year one last time before i have to go back to the real world tomorrow morning :(

Hiii! Happy Kun day! It's your husband and wayvs father of 5, Ten isn't his child and Kun will never claim him birthday . I hope his 27th birthday was wonderful he looks so happy to be back out on that stage. And of course I remembered I remember all of the important birthdays. Do not ask me from memory to list all of NCTs birthdays there's like 50 of them. And that's literally the cutest relationship like you kiss on midnight and right as you pull away you say happy birthday and he kisses you again. And on your birthday it's a warm July night and he flies you off to Disney World and as the fireworks sparkle in the sky he pulls you close and says "it's all for you, happy birthday" and he kisses the top of your head. Like stop you two would be so cute.

And romantic fantasies are sometimes the only thing that can make you feel better. In my world. I ran into Chan, Felix and Hyunjin in the mall and they're lost and they come up to me and ask for help. I ask about the Aussies accent knowing full well but you can't let them know that you know cause you'll be fanzoned immediately. And as we're talking Hyunjin is just silently staring at me and when they walk away Hyunjin gives a small wave and we bump into each other later and instead of saying sorry he says "you're pretty" and asks if I want to have coffee with him and its quiet but we talk with glances and smiles and "accidental' grazes of fingertips. If you don't have your delusions and fantasies your just rawdogging life and that is not the way to live.

I've only seen clips here and there and to watch them perform Baby Don't Stop and 7th sense live in 2023 is honestly the only way to start the year. And they gifted us Hendery nipple. I have to watch all the other performances. I stayed up texting my crush he just got back to town anyway I fell asleep at some point. And I can just see Changbin asking Kai which one was just talking to him. And yes maybe we get Johnny? Chanyeol? Together? Please. Happy New Year again 💕 I hope you're new years was wonderful and I hope regular life is nice to you and takes care of you till Kun can come to take care of you. I leave you with a picture of Felix holding a hamster.

It's Felix's turn to babysit Jisung. Our Jisung ,not their Jisung. The almond on the hamster belly and Felix's itty bitty hands. Thats a dwarf hamster look how perfect it fits in Felix's baby hands. A Syrian would be so big in his hands.

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deke-rivers-1957 · 3 months

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Jacklin The Seeker

I wake up early so I can get ready for Gryffindor's first Quidditch game. Even though I won't be officially playing, I still think it's appropriate to follow the same routine as the rest of the team.

"Good morning, Tiger. Are you ready for breakfast?"

Tiger meows from inside of his cage.

"In that case, I'll let you out of your cage for a while."

I unlock Tiger's cage and start to prepare his food. Tiger starts to stretch out and walk around on my bed.

"I have your food ready now, Tiger."

He gets off the bed and starts eating as I start getting dressed in my robes.

"Now you behave while I'm gone, Tiger."

He meows quietly as he eats his food in peace. I leave my dorm room and make my way to the boys' dorm room to see if Toby's awake yet.

"Zzzzz."

I see Toby sprawled out on his bed, lips parted as he sleeps. I realize that to entertain myself until breakfast, I should study my Quidditch book. While I'm more than familiar with the rules, it never hurts to go over special techniques and plays far above my skillset. It helps me learn how to train and prepare should the need arise.

"The Wronksi Feint: A Seeker from high above dives down, sharply, as if to collect the Snitch, causing the opposing Seeker to chase after him, only to pull up at the last second, causing the opposing Seeker to crash into the ground below."

I shake my head knowing I never want to intentionally hurt another player. A play like that is shameful and should be banned. If you see the Snitch, you follow it. You shouldn't have to resort to injuring another player as a means of getting an advantage.

"Ngh ah. Mornin, Jacklin. Yer up early."

I look up and see Toby coming out from his dorm room yawning. He sits down next to me while he rubs his eyes.

"Good morning, Toby. Our first Quidditch game is today and I don't want to be caught off guard."

"Ok. How important is it tha' yer team wins?"

"I can definitely say it isn't a life and death situation. The team with the most number of points by the end of the season, wins the Quidditch Cup. The winner of each match gets 50 points for the House Cup."

"Ohhh. Makes sense."

We walk down with the rest of Gryffindor to the Great Hall for breakfast. As we eat I hear the sound of Arthur flying in with a small package.

"Oh. Thank you, Arthur."

He flies away and I look at the label.

"Who's it from, Jacklin?"

"It's from my father. I was wondering why he didn't send me anything for my birthday."

"Open it. Open it."

I open the package and there's a letter attached to the small box.

"He specifically waited until my present was finished before sending it. It was custom made while he was in Paris and is supposed to wish me luck for my first Quidditch match."

"Wow. Wha'd he get ya?"

I open the small box and Toby's eyes widen.

"Whoa! Ya got a bird bow."

"I think it's also meant to be similar to the Golden Snitch. The wings are golden even though the hair clip is green."

"Do ya know bout humminbirds?"

I think for a tick to make sure I know what Toby is asking.

"No we don't have hummingbirds in this part of the world. Are they small?"

"Yeah they're real small. Ah thought yer daddy sent ya one cause a how it looked."

"Oh. Well it definitely looks lovely. I'll put it on after breakfast and send my father a thank you letter."

"Ok."

We go back to eating breakfast until it's time for our free period.

Time Skip (Toby's POV)

We have lunch an Ah'm gettin excited bout mah first game a Quidditch. Ah still dunno the names a all the balls they use but Ah wanna cheer fer Gryffindor.

"Ah jus can't stop starin at yer bird bow, Jacklin."

"Is that so? Why do you think that is?"

"Cause Ah know it ain't a real bird but it jus looks so much like one."

Ah see 'er smile an Ah hope it ain't cause she thinks Ah'm a dummy.

"Yes the wings definitely make it stand out. I have no idea if this was my father's design or the one who made this clip. I'll definitely be sure to ask him when I send my letter with Arthur tomorrow."

"Makes me wonder though why ya don't use it ta tie all yer long hair up cause yer gonna be flyin round a lot."

"Well. It's because my mother likes to stick to the Veela tradition of keeping our hair long and untied. Veela hair is so valuable in Bulgarian culture, that we can't even cut our hair unless it becomes a hazard. It's only when we become fully grown that Veela women can design their hair anyway they want. Veela men are very rare so they don't have to follow that same rule."

Ah take a sec ta think bout all that.

"Well at least ya ain't gettin yer hair caught in doors cause Ah'm sure yer ma'd be upset ya didn't tell 'er bout it bein a problem."

"She did say in my birthday letter that she will see if it needs to be cut during the Christmas holidays."

"Ok."

Time Skip

"I'll be sitting with Professor McGonagall, Toby. She wants me to be ready in case our regular Seeker gets injured."

Ah look over at Jacklin an' Ah smile.

"Yeah, okay, Ah'll be watchin' ya from tha stands."

"I think you'll get a better view watching the game since I'm not playing yet."

"Really? But, if somethin' happens ta tha Seeker can ya go in, then?"

"That's right."

"Ok 'cause Ah really wanna support ya."

"I know you do, Toby. Maybe you can make a banner for the team."

Ah figure Jacklin deserves somethin' special for bein' real patient wit’ me, so Ah start tryin’ ta think of anythin' Ah can do fer her, but Ah dunno nothin' bout banner-makin' an’ Ah ain’t got no ideas.

"I know it's a little late to get it ready for this game but I think wearing your House scarf would be enough. I'm sure some of the older students already have things prepared."

"Ah guess wearin' tha House scarf could be enough, but Ah know, if Ah woulda been real smart, Ah coulda figured somethin' else out."

Ah look down at mah feet an' try real hard ta stop feelin’ so disappointed in mahself for not bein' good ta Jacklin.

"You don't need to feel bad about it, Toby. I didn't think of it myself until today."

Ah look up an' nod mah head.

"Yeah, yer right."

"At least we can sit together when Gryffindor isn't playing. Our next match isn't until March."

Ah smile wider. It ain’t really wha' Ah was lookin’ fer, but Ah’m just tryin’ ta feel better.

"Now let's walk down to Madam Hooch's office. I have to pick up my broomstick."

"Broomstick?"

"Oh yes I forget to tell you. Professor McGonagall and Madam Hooch gave me special permission to use one of the training brooms."

We finish walkin down ta get 'er broom.

"So when ya say trainin broom ya mean tha brooms we use in Flyin classes?"

"Yes of course. It isn't a fancy model since it's only meant to be used to teach, but it still serves well in a pinch."

Ah look at tha broomstick real close.

"Well, that don’t look like no regular broomstick ta me."

Ah hope tha sounds alright ta Jacklin. Ah just want her to know she got a real nice broomstick, ‘cause Ah think she would be embarrassed to be flyin’ somethin' lame.

"At least next next year we'll be able to get something different. What type of broom would you want to get, Toby?"

Ah think real hard ta try an' come off as someone who got tha confidence an' knows tha answers to all a the questions. But Ah don’t think it’s workin’.

"Ah dunno, ‘cause Ah’ve only ever been on tha one broom we use fer Flyin."

"Oh yes that's right, you don't handle it well. You would want a broom that’s safe and reliable."

"Yeah."

"I think you should get the Bluebottle. It's a family model so you and your Pop can safely fly together on the same broom."

Ah look at Jacklin an' Ah can feel tha relief floodin' through mah veins.

"Yeah, tha seems like a good choice ta me."

"Now for me, I would want something that's fast yet controllable. Probably the latest Cleansweep or Comet series. The Nimbus series is just too fast to control."

"Ah guess tha makes sense."

We make it outside ta the stands an Ah feel real cold. It's like Ah'm takin our midnight Astronomy classes durin the day. Ah see a bunch a grown ups who ain't teachers.

"Jacklin who're all 'em people in the stands."

"Oh those are members of powerful wizard families and donors to St. Mungo's Hospital. Headmaster Dumbledore personally invites them to attend the first Quidditch game of the season."

Ah look round the stands.

"Yer dad here? He oughta be if he's one a the wizard kings."

"No he only attends international events held at the school. My father is way too busy doing ambassador work across Europe to attend Quidditch matches."

"How's that work?"

"My father has been meeting with wizards from other countries ever since the darkest wizard in recent British history, Voldemort was defeated. Voldemort's plan was to eliminate all human born wizards in existence. He would've started in the UK, then France, then slowly all of Europe."

"Whoa."

This sure is a lot ta take in. Ah ain't realized this' real serious.

"When he goes on his trips, he builds and maintains alliances. That way if any country ever had a sudden uprising, they could call on allies to help."

"Ok."

Ah see McGonagall come up ta us.

"Come with me, Miss Gryffindor."

"Yes, Professor McGonagall. Well Toby, I'll see you after the game."

Ah watch Jacklin walk over ta where she's gonna sit wit' Professor McGonigal.

"Yeah. Yeah, Ah'll see ya after tha game."

Ah turn round ta walk back toward tha Gryffindor section an' Ah remember tha banner Ah was gonna make. One a the bigger kids nudges me.

"Wouldja like to hold our flag? I gotta help me mates hold our banner."

"Ok. Ah reckon it’s jus holdin’ it up, right?"

"Yeah mate, ya just hold it and wave it 'round for Gryffindor."

Ah take tha flag an Ah hold it up an’ try ta wave it 'round like tha last flag holder Ah saw.

"Am Ah doin good?"

"Yeah yer doing great."

There's a loud whistle noise.

"Captains prepare to recieve the Quaffle on my whistle. 3. 2. 1. GO!"

Madam Hooch tosses the soccer ball in the air an both Quidditch captains start goin fer it.

"And the game is underway! Slytherin just barely gets possession of the Quaffle!"

Ah hear the announcer's voice an can feel all tha Gryffindor fans stare at me. Ah try ta stay calm an’ not screw up tha flag holdin’ job.

"Captain Marcus Flint makes his move up the pitch! He's aiming to score with the Quaffle!"

Ah watch the Slytherin player fly real close an throw the ball. Jacklin's captain flies in front a the hoop.

"Captain Oliver Wood knocks the Quaffle away! No points for Slytherin as Chaser Alicia Spinnet gains possession for Gryffindor!"

Ah hold the flag up an’ wave it ‘round like tha last flag holder Ah saw.

"Alicia Spinnet passes the Quaffle to Angelina Johnson! Angelina Johnson swerves past a Bludger and throws it in the hoop past Miles Bletchley! Gryffindor scores!"

Everybody in Gryffindor's cheerin fer Angelina scorin first.

"Gryffindor's Seeker, Sean Lee spots the Snitch with Terence Higgs following right behind him! A bludger comes flying towards Lee and he dodges it successfully."

Ah keep holdin' up tha flag an' wavin' it 'round.

"Sean Lee makes an attempt to grab the Snitch but is blocked by Captain Marcus Flint! That's going to be a foul on Slytherin!"

All a Gryffindor cheers while all a Slytherin boos. Suddenly Ah start ta see a vision a Jacklin strugglin ta hold onta 'er broom.

"Jacklin?"

Ah look round an let out a sigh of relief when Ah see 'er still sittin wit McGonagall. Ah look back to tha game an' Ah wave tha flag again. Ah wish Ah hadn’t had tha vision, but Ah gotta focus on mah flag wavin.

"Gryffindor's Alicia Spinnet lines up for the penalty throw! She takes aim and the Quaffle goes right into the hoop!"

Gryffindor cheers an Ah'm lookin real closely at the weird soccer ball. Somehow it kinda teleports back ta the Slytherin side cause it's their turn ta have it.

"Gryffindor's up 20-0 as Sean Lee's still following the Snitch! But wait a Bludger crashes right into his broomstick! It shatters from the impact and Lee's falling to the ground!"

Ah watch Ah’ve watched the black ball hit tha broomstick an’ tha boy crash ta tha ground. Ah really don’t want anythin’ bad ta happen ta Jacklin, so Ah gotta figure this out real fast. Ah turn an see Jacklin gettin on 'er. Ah'm real nervous.

"With Sean Lee out of the game, it's up to Jacklin Gryffindor to take his place! Boy is she a cutie!"

Ah hear Jacklin’s name gettin' announced. Ah look at tha flag Ah’m still holdin’. Ah’m still so confused bout how Ah can help 'er. Ah feel like Ah gotta get out there an' do somethin’ ta protect Jacklin.

"Jacklin Gryffindor immediately takes her position high in the air looking for the Snitch! There's a Bludger coming her way as she's flying!"

Ah look over at tha pitch an’ Ah see Jacklin flyin’ in tha middle. Suddenly Ah get tha bad feelin’ again as Ah watch it headin’ right fer Jacklin’s broom!

"Unbelievable! Jacklin flips over her broom and dodges the Bludger like she's been playing Quidditch for years! What a talent!"

Ah see Jacklin flips tha broom over an’ dodge it. Ah watch as Jacklin flips tha broom back ta tha right side an’ continues 'er search.

"What's this?! Jacklin Gryffindor's losing control of her broom! Slytherin is taking advantage of Gryffindor's concern and is racking up points! It's now 60-20 Slytherin!"

Ah watch as Jacklin struggles ta stay on tha broomstick as it bucks ‘round. Slytherin's all cheerin an Ah dunno if it's cause they're winnin or cause they wanna see 'er fall. Ah know Ah gotta do somethin’ even if Ah don’t know what it is, Ah gotta try somethin’.

"Here take this!"

Ah give tha flag to tha student next ta me an’ Ah run over ta Professor McGonagall's seat. Ah reach over tha railing of her seat an’ Ah grab her arm.

"Mr. Kwimper what on earth is going on?"

Ah take a minute ta think, Ah try hard ta say tha right thing that will make her take me seriously. Ah flap mah hand a bit ta help me think when Ah got it.

"Professor McGonagall, someone's jinxin Jacklin's broom while she's tryin’ ta catch tha Snitch! We have ta help 'er!

Ah don’t know if tha’s tha right thing ta say, but Ah feel tha urgency. Ah hope she understands how important it is.

"What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"Jus look at 'er! She's barely hangin onta 'er broom!"

Ah look over at Jacklin an' see her holdin’ on fer dear life.

"It's a rogue Bludger! Watch out in the stands people!"

Ah hear the announcer as Ah dive ta the floor. Ah kinda crash inta tha professors an’ Ah look over at Jacklin. Somehow the broom stops movin weird.

"Amazing! Jacklin Gryffindor manages to gain control of her broom again! You can all rest easy boys!"

Ah help McGonagall stand back up cause Ah feel bad bout knockin 'er over.

"I understand what you mean, Mr. Kwimper. This is a situation that must be investigated. At the very least it is most peculiar to see a bucking broom suddenly stop as soon as the Bludger flew into the stands. I can assure you that it will be taken care of so for now please go back to your seat."

"Yes ma'am."

Ah go on back ta mah seat. Ah hope tha professor knows Ah didn't mean no harm by it. Ah sit next ta tha other student who Ah gave tha flag to an' Ah watch tha game play out without any further incident.

"After what could have been a disaster, Jacklin Gryffindor shakes it off! She sees the Snitch again and gives chase!"

All a Gryffindor's cheerin ta see 'er get back on 'er broom. Ah take a breath cause Ah'm feelin better now.

"Despite only having a training broom she’s dodging Bludgers left and right! But wait here comes the Slytherin’s Seeker, Terence Higgs! Both Seekers spot the Snitch as it makes a nose dive to the ground!"

Ah wonder what's gonna happen, but Ah’m on tha edge a mah seat.

"The Snitch is getting dangerously close to the ground but neither Seeker’s letting up! We have a game of chicken in this match!"

Ah hear tha danger an Ah'm not sure what he means by 'game a chicken', but Ah know it's dangerous fer Jacklin.

"Only 5 meters left before someone’s hitting the ground! This Snitch is baiting someone to crash! But wait, Terrence Higgs pulls up leaving Jacklin Gryffindor alone! She needs to make a move fast!"

Ah’m holdin’ mah breath. Ah don't wanna see Jacklin crash.

"She’s still making a grab for it! She flips upside down to grab it and oh no she hits the ground!"

Ah feel mah heart start beatin' a million miles a minute as Ah watch Jacklin hit tha ground. Ah feel tha worry flood mah body an' Ah hold mah breath.

"She’s sitting up but what’s this?! Is that?! Unbelievable! Jacklin Gryffindor has the Snitch!"

The tension jus flies right outta mah body an' Ah start cheerin' along wit tha rest of tha crowd. Ah feel tha joy flood mah system an Ah feel like huggin' someone ta get rid a tha excitement rushin' through my body.

"Gryffindor wins! 170 to 60!"

Ah watch tha crowd cheer for Jacklin an' tha Gryffindor team. Ah know Ah only played a small part a winnin’. Ah hope Ah did tha right thin’.

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The Red Room

Summary: Meeting Yelena in the red room is the best and worse thing that’s ever happened to you. Warning: romantic Yelena x Fem!reader pairing and depictions of violence.

Those first weeks in the red room pass in a blur. You have one room. Just you. Meals are delivered like clockwork; no one speaks to you. Your only company being the television set that plays the same clips; morning, noon and night.

Until one day the lights flip on brightly above you and a woman enters. You squint up at her, “hello?”

“Hello.” She replies, “are you ready to get out of here?”

“Where will I go?” You wonder.

“Wherever I tell you.”

That is your first encounter with Madame B. When you were younger you thought her something of a savior. You know better now. Still when she calls for you, there’s no choice but to go.

You make your way down the long hall, florescent lights humming above you. Finally reaching the room you’ve been assigned; you grasp the door knob. Feeling the weight of the cool metal against your palm, with a steadying breath you turn it.

Inside is only Madame B and a girl. One you’ve only seen in passing, one of Dreykov’s favorites.

“Y/N, meet Yelena. She will be your partner from now on.” Madame B leads the introduction.

“Did something happened to Oksana?” Your brows pull together, voice small. Afraid to cross an unspoken boundary. She’s always been your partner.

“Oksana is no longer your concern.” The woman bites out. “Shake hands and prepare for your lesson.”

You nod, biting your tongue.

Lesson…

Sparring.

Dancing.

Captive simulations.

What will it be this time?

“Oksana is ok.” Yelena tells you, once the trainer is out of earshot.

“Good,” you whisper, holding your hand out to shake without another word.

“Is that why they kept you locked up so long? You don’t play well with others?” The blonde takes your hand, eyes narrowed into slits.

“I don’t play at all.” You inform her. Pleasing these people is your ticket out of here, and you will get out.

“Everybody plays, whether you want to or not.” Yelena tells you, letting your fingers slip from hers. “Just don’t get in my way.”

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You don’t get in each other’s way. Somehow having Yelena as a combat partner is a lot less annoying than you anticipated.

Oksana is a better friend, but you aren’t here to make friends. You’re here to kill. Topple regimes from the inside out, Yelena helps you do that.

Your training with Yelena is different. Chipping away parts of you until you fit together seamlessly. From trust falls to synchronized attack plans, you name it you do it. Sometimes until you bleed.

One of your trainers, Ivan, has taken a liking to blind folded direction. Outside of captive simulations it is your least favorite team building activity.

You remind yourself to focus and breathe. In some ways guiding is worse than being guided. “Veer slightly to your right.”

Yelena lifts one bare foot, holding it airborne, allowing you to assess the placement of her next step. “Here?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, as she clears the bit of shattered glass. “That’s perfect.”

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Your first real assignment comes on Monday, June second.

“Come in, Miss American Pie. I have eyes on the target.” Yelena informs you through the ear piece.

“That’s still not my name, over. Stay high, I’m going down.” You reply, deploying your rope and riding it to the ground.

“Five ticks northwest and the package is yours.”

“Copy.” You follow her instruction, ducking away as a bullet shatters the window beside you. “Easy.” You chastise, in a hushed whisper.

“Sorry,” she apologizes half heartedly. The kill was necessary and she had a clean shot.

You spot your target, ready to turn onto the main street from the alleyway. You wrestle him to the ground, he puts up a good fight. Not good enough.

You wipe the blood from your hands before removing the usb drive from his breast coat pocket. “Just admit it,” you taunt, turning to the building Yelena is scoping from, “you’re proud of me.”

“Y/N!” Her tone is not playful at all.

What’s wrong? Before you get a chance to ask the man you’d assumed dead has his knife buried in your thigh.

You crumple to the ground as he prepares to strike again. In the time it takes to unholster your weapon a silent bullet reaches his temple from the sky.

You squint up at Yelena, watching her ride her teether down to the ground beside you. “Thanks.” You pant, inspecting the damage.

“That was sloppy,” she frowns, searching her pack for the midkit, then tearing open a package of gauze. “You always check the body, confirm the kill.”

“I know, I was stupid.” You gasp, feeling Yelena apply an obscene amount of pressure to your wound.

“We need to move to the extraction point, they can deal with you in medical.” Yelena rises, tossing your arm over her shoulder for support.

“It won’t happen again.” You promise, leaning heavily against her side.

“You’re right, it won’t. I have no idea what happens to me if you die.” She grumbles, somewhat bitterly.

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Interactions with Yelena are sparse after that. She doesn’t trust you. Only showing up for your lessons and leaving the moment they’re finished. You understand why she’s angry, you would be too.

According to your weekly rotation, today should be live target practice, however you are directed to a different room.

Once inside your eyes find the chair. You hate that chair. You hate this room. Nothing good ever happens here.

Slowly you move toward Yelena at the far wall.

“A little birdie told me that you’ve been holding back in combat lessons.” Ivan says, tapping a finger to his chin. “Why is that?”

You bite anxiously at the inside of your cheek.

“I said why is that?!”

You notice Yelena flinch from the corner of your eye. “It’s my fault,” you hold up a hand. “I took a hit on our last mission and my partner was being mindful of my injuries.”

“Oh I see.” He smirks, condescendingly. “You don’t want to hurt each other.”

“It would be counter productive to harm my partner.” Yelena points out. The red room drilled that into you.

“That is true.” His eyes dart between you. “But we can’t have you afraid of sparring together. Now can we?”

Your jaw ticks, awaiting the consequence.

“When’s the last time you girls ran a captive simulation?”

“Two weeks ago.” Yelena presents her left index finger to him for inspection. The nail just beginning to grow back.

Ivan hums, “When’s the last time you ran a captive simulation on each other?”

Your heart drops, all the blood running out of your face. Not for months.

“Hmm,” he wets his lips. “Who gets to play the captor first?”

Neither one of you volunteer.

“Belova,” he purrs. “Come choose your tools while Y/L/N straps herself into the chair.”

You don’t hesitate, it’ll be worse if you do. Tuning out his incessant chatter you find your seat. The metal chair sends a chill up your spine. Bending at the waist, you strap each ankle into a leather restraint, then your non dominant hand. Free hand waiting, curled around the arm rest.

Yelena kneels before you, her selections resting at your feet as she closes the final strap around your wrist. Your breath quickens.

“Fifteen minutes on the clock then you’ll switch.” Your spectator announces. “Make them count or we’ll start over.”

On autopilot Yelena reaches for the scalpel.

You don’t mean to scream…but eventually you do. You always do.

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Yelena knows your weaknesses and regularly exploits them to leave you face up on the floor during hand to hand combat sessions.

You used to resent her for it, but it made you strong. Stronger than you’ve ever been or hoped to be. The day you finally best her the room is filled with hushed whispers. Now you are ready.

You learn to move in harmony. The trainers ease up a bit and the other girls line up to watch you like an exhibit. You are two halves of a more perfect whole.

“Madame B, can I ask you something?” You say, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Of course.” The older woman replies. “What is it?”

“Why was my training so different with Oksana?”

She leans in. “You were not brought here to be a partner to Oksana. She was standing in until we could be sure you were ready for a partner. Nothing more.”

“Was I brought here to be Yelena’s partner?” The question burns at the back of your throat.

“I understand the desire to seek meaning in these things. You hope to find your place in the world.”

You nod.

“But you have no place in the world,” the words cut like a knife. “What you do have is an opportunity to prove that you are not a waste of space, time, or resources. Come, let’s sit for debriefing.”

You wait in silence for Yelena to arrive, finally she does. Taking the seat beside you in the meeting room.

“In two days you will undergo the graduation ceremony, after which you are granted up to three days recovery time before you will be deployed to Moscow.” Madame B reviews the information, handing you each a folder of details.

“Enclosed you will find your identification cards and aliases. I suggest you take this time to familiarize yourselves. Tomorrow we will begin shooting photographs for the past two years of your lives. Report with several changes of clothing. Congratulations on this assignmet. It is a great honor.” Madame B dismisses you.

You open the file. ‘Katherine and Irena Reiner.’

“We’re sisters?” Yelena guesses.

Worse. “We’re married.”

“Even better.” She says under her breath, rising from the chair.

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Life in Moscow is different. Good. The neighbors are easy enough to convince. You play your parts to perfection.

The company you work for being the main focus. They have access to some sort of programming that Dreykov is desperate to get his hands on. You know better than to ask why.

Most mornings you get ready together, discussing the events of the previous day to prepare for the next.

“How come you only speak English?” Yelena wonders, turning off the steady spray of water from her shower and reaching out to grab a towel.

“I have a theory,” you reply, spitting excess toothpaste into the sink. “I think keeping me dependent on translation had more pros than cons.”

“They taught me.” She says, stepping onto the bath mat. “But I guess that’s different.”

You were brought in much older a majority of the other girls.

Your eyes meet in the mirror, seeing each other as if for the first time.

“I could teach you.” She offers, breaking the connection as she turns away.

“Yeah?” You pass the brush through your hair.

Yelena shrugs, “I have nothing better to do.”

“Just don’t teach me the wrong words to make me look stupid.” You arch a brow.

“It would be counter productive to harm my partner.”

Hours turn into days. Days into weeks and suddenly you stand on a blurred line. How much is she pretending? How much are you?

The two of you rest on opposite ends of the couch. Enjoying another round of prime time television.

“Yesterday I was talking to that girl in accounting.” Yelena pulls your attention from the picture.

“The blonde one?” You ask, tossing a piece of popcorn at her.

She attempts to catch it in her mouth. Having had more than a few drinks her coordination is lacking.

You smirk, when it falls into her lap.

“No Maggie.” She corrects you, finding the wayward piece and biting into it.

“Mmm.” You hum.

“Mmm? What do you mean, ‘mmm?’” Yelena’s brows pull together.

“Nothing,” you insist. “I was just acknowledging what you said.”

“You didn’t sound very happy about it. Did she do something to you?” Yelena demands, straightening her posture.

“No, she didn’t do anything. Anyway tell me what happened.”

“She’s worked there for a long time. I think she knows more than she says she does.”

“So are you gonna talk to her again? See if she’ll open up?” Yelena has that effect on people.

“I am married.” She rolls her eyes, flipping her left ring finger in place of the middle.

“Shut up.” You chuckle.

“I’m crazy about you, know you. Ever since we met in high school. You didn’t like me at first but you came around.” Yelena elaborates.

“I don’t remember seeing all that in our cover story.” You cock your head to the side.

“That was a shit story, I’m rewriting it.” She waves a hand.

“Tell me more.” Tell me everything.

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“Did you get milk?” You shout, peeking into the nearest paper bag.

“Was it on the list?” Yelena hollers back, from the front door, kicking it shut. Her arms full of groceries.

“I don’t remember,” you say, unpacking the head of lettuce and eggs.

“You made the list.” She scoffs, setting the rest of the haul on the floor.

A knock pulls your attention away from the food.

“Who is it?” You wonder.

“It’s me, George. From next door.” Your neighbor answers.

Yelena rolls her eyes, waving you out of the kitchen. It’s your turn to make small talk.

You step carefully around the produce to the main entrance. “Hey George.” You smile, swinging open the door, “what’s up?”

“Katherine!” He greets you. “Could I borrow Irena for a minute?”

“Is that lawnmower giving you trouble again?” You guess, leaning against the door frame.

“It’s running great actually. There’s something else I’m curious about though.”

“I can send her over after dinner.” You attempt to dismiss him.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” George moves his foot to prevent the door from closing, producing a pistol from his waistband.

“George!” Yelena waves, clearly oblivious.

“Irena,” he looks down at the gun, pointed at your chest, “we have much to discuss.”

“Clearly.” Yelena agrees, coming to join you on the threshold. “Are you going to tell me why you have my wife at gunpoint?”

“We should take this inside.”

“I’m good here.”

He presses the barrel against your skin through the fabric of your shirt. “You sure about that?”

“On second thought, I could go for a drink. Do you like scotch?” Yelena takes a step back, leaving room for him to enter the house.

“Who sent you?” George demands, guiding you into the kitchen.

“We also have brandy.” She says, expression unreadable.

“Who are you working for?” He asks a second time, adjusting his grip on the gun. “First one goes in her leg.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Yelena drawls. “But I’m going to warn you, if you hurt her, you die.”

“You have three seconds to give me a better answer,” the nuzzle of the gun sits flush against you upper thigh. “One, two-“

Yelena lunges, the gun firing into the floor when he’s knocked off balance.

George tosses her off as if she weighs nothing. You rush him, knocking the fire arm to the other side of the room. Your arms locked around his neck, flush to his back. He rams you back first into the china cabinet.

You fall away with a grunt.

“Now,” the man rights himself. Wiping away the blood from his split bottom lip with the back of his hand. “We’re going to have fun.”

Taking a fist full of your hair he begins pulling you toward the center of the room. You grab for a large shard of glass, slicing it over the back of this knee. He releases you, doubling over.

“I warned you.” Yelena snarls, stabbing her knife into his belly, making a straight line up to his sternum. “You thought you could use her to break me? They used to make me torture her! They used to make me-“ she breaks off, withdrawing her knife. Only to ram it in again and again.

George, if that was his real name, is long dead. A crimson puddle blooming on the floor. It doesn’t stop Yelena, hot, angry tears rolling past her cheeks.

“Yelena.” You say softly.

“They used to make me do it.” She repeats, the weight of the words crushing down on her.

Your arms envelope her from behind.

“No.” She sobs when she feels you there, holding exactly where it hurts.

“It’s ok.” You whisper against her ear.

The blood stained blade clatters to the ground. Her breathing ragged as both her hands find yours, squeezing tightly. Don’t let go.

“It’s ok.”

“No it’s not.” She cries, frantically shaking her head.

“I did it too.” As if she needs reminding. “They made me do it too.”

She allows you to stay curled around her, desperately trying to absorb some of that pain.

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Yelena’s drug of choice is alcohol, the spirits burn their way into her blood stream. Erasing all that she’s done.

“You want a glass?” She offers, setting the bottle of clear liquor down on the coffee table.

“No thanks.” You shake your head, hair still damp from the shower.

“Don’t be a hero,” she rolls her eyes as she takes a seat. The water had washed away any trace of George.

“Fine,” you take a long swig from the bottle in question.

“You’ll thank me later.” She tosses back a shot, sliding the strap of your pajama top down to assess the damage to your left shoulder. “It’s deep, going to need stitches. This is why we don’t go through china cabinets.” Yelena chastises, moving for the first aid kit.

“Yeah, not my finest moment.” You peek at her. “But it worked.”

“Mmm,” she hums, returning to her spot. Flipping open the white box and removing what she needs to stitch you up.

First she hits you with the antiseptic “сука!” Bitch.

“See,” you can hear the smile in her voice, “you are learning.”

You let out a pained laugh, “I guess I am. We need to call someone to clean this up.”

“Here,” she hands you her phone, blowing gently over you wound. “You take care of that, I take care of you.”

Your heart clenches at her words. But Yelena is your partner. That is all.

“Belova, do you have a status update?” A familiar voice answers after the first ring.

“Yeah, we need a cleanup.” You say matter of factly.

“Agent Y/L/N.” He greets you. “How many?”

“One.”

“For now,” The man remarks.

“You didn’t tell us we weren’t alone in this pursuit.” You purse your lips.

“There’s a reason we sent the best. I’ll put in for a clean up crew in the morning.”

“Let them know the body is in the bathtub.”

The goes dead.

The conversation distracts you well enough from the dull ache of the needle poking and pulling at your shoulder.

Carefully Yelena bandages the abused skin. Her finger tips running along the back of your arm.

“Thank you.” You whisper, relaxing into her touch.

Her lips ghost over your skin. “You’re welcome.”

Oh.

Slowly you turn, as if not to startle her. Yelena’s eyes find yours.

You move closer, tracing the line of her jaw. “Thank you,” you repeat.

She nods, still unsure.

“Of all the people I could’ve been stuck here with…I’m glad it was you.”

“You don’t have to say that.” She pulls your hand away gently.

“You’re right. I don’t have to say anything.“ You murmur, “But I want to… and it would be counter productive to harm my partner.”

“We can’t.” She knows it. You know it. “It will get in the way. They’ll kill us.”

“No.” You chuckle bitterly. “They’ll make us kill each other.”

“I wouldn’t do it,” Yelena insists.

“You won’t have a choice.” You point out. “Didn’t you hear about that stuff they started pumping into people?”

“Mind control.” Yelena replies in Russian.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

“Maybe we get out.”

“Maybe,” you smile sadly, “maybe we find each other.” In another life.

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Three days later Yelena comes home late. During your day off you were tasked with the more mundane tasks of running a household, but you suppose there are worse things. She finds you in the laundry room, drink already in hand. Her mouth set in a frown.

“What’s wrong?” You drop the piece of clothing back into the basket.

“I have it.” Yelena confesses.

You press your lips together, you knew this was coming. That information is the only reason you are here. “Did you contact them?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you going to?”

“You say that like I have a choice.” She stares down at her drink.

“I just meant-“

“I know what you meant.” Yelena knows you, better than anyone. The red room saw to that. “Do you want to stay one more night?”

“Do you?” You wonder.

“When I was a little girl…I didn’t have a chance to say goodbye.”

“In the morning,” you offer. Any longer and the risk will be too great. “We’ll go in the morning.”

She nods, taking in the room around her. “I wanted it to be real.”

“It was.” You choke down the lump in your throat.

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Your return to the red room is swift. No pat on the back or celebration to be had. Just two pawns, returning to their places on the board.

You’re separated from Yelena. Because your loyalties are to each other and that poses a threat. But what did they expect? They made you this way.

You are alone. Perhaps the most alone you’ve ever been. Or maybe you’d just forgotten that you could feel things. You remember now and wish you didn’t.

Like it or not she changed you. Knowing her had changed you, for better or for worse. After Yelena you were never the same.

Word of Oksana’s escape only fuels the need to chemically alter the minds of all agents. Beginning in order of importance.

Finding Yelena seated on the bench outside the physician’s office steals the breath from your lungs. To see her now is blatantly cruel and calculated.

Still you sit in the empty space beside her.

“Do you know where your orders are?” She asks.

“Yeah,” you nod, “Budapest. You?”

“Back to Moscow.” Yelena informs you.

You swallow hard, your pinkies skating past each other.

“Agent Y/L/N,” the doctor opens his door. You watch as another widow exits, she doesn’t look any different. Maybe the mind control drugs aren’t affective.

You steal one last glance at Yelena. Her eyes are desperate, ‘don’t go.’ Both of you knowing you can’t stay.

“Enjoy Moscow.” You whisper, moving reluctantly to your feet.

She tears her gaze away, unable to watch you leave. “I hear Budapest is beautiful.”

You hope so.

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caught in the act // f.w

summary: how do you feel about writing a request for professor!fred and professor!reader bantering like cRaZy at hogwarts a few years after graduation and things just ~happen~ between them both? like maybe they try to one up each other all the time or they just dislike one another OR they're secretly dating but try to hide it from the students but the students know anyway? i don't even care what it is, i just desperately need professor fred k love u BYE

warnings: flirty and steamy, mentions of food

word count: 3.7k

a/n: OK so this idea was stemmed from a very long chat between me, @ickle-ronniekins and @wand3ringr0s3 and it has finally been brought to life! this was so much fun to write and i really hope you all enjoy :) [i do not give consent for my work to be reposted on any platform.]

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The familiar echo of the Hogwarts bell never failed to make you jump out of your skin. Especially when you were currently eyeing a class full of students in eerie silence, broken only by the occasional drop of a quill. Their practice exam required lack of noise to the point where you swore you could hear the movements of your ribs as you inhaled and exhaled.

The ringing sound echoed throughout the class for a short moment, the students in front of you all placing their quills down and forming a line towards your desk, their parchment in hand and some of their faces rather sullen. It was only a practice exam, but the real deal was coming up in a few weeks and revisions were taking up a majority of their free time. You couldn’t tell if their expressions were from the work they just did or from the lack of sleep.

You remembered your exam days at Hogwarts. Long, dreary nights in the common room by the fire until the sun came up, your eyes burning out of your scalp from reading scribbles and notes all night long. Those really were the days, weren’t they?

“I don’t think I did so well, Professor,” one of your students, a fourth year Hufflepuff, said with a defeated tone to his voice, “I couldn’t remember the proper spell.”

You had found it rather odd that for a Charms class, the students had to do a written practice exam. It wasn’t your decision — but you surely questioned it.

“It’s alright, Edwards,” you grinned back, “It’s not the final thing. This will only prepare you for the one you take in two weeks. Remember, that one is a performance exam. If you’ve got your wand movements down, you’ll be all set.”

The boy nodded, no trace of a smile on his face as he turned away and trudged out of the class, his overly heavy backpack hanging off of his shoulder.

A frown formed on your lips as the next student walked towards your desk, a confident smile on her face as she handed you her exam paper, “Have a good day, Professor!”

You were about to wish her a good day in return, but a figure by the door caught your attention instead.

Fred Weasley — or, rather, known to his students as Professor Weasley — stood with his hands in his pockets, his button up shirt tucked tightly into his slacks. His hair was short, standing up and looking soft as ever.

He shot you a quick wink, causing you to shake your head with a small laugh before you returned to collecting exams. You couldn’t give away that you were, indeed, dating a fellow professor. You were sure, due to the countless times you’ve popped in and out of each other’s classes, that some of them were suspicious. But you could hardly think about that too much without getting paranoid.

Your students filed out of the classroom one by one, each of them excited to finally be on lunch break. You could hear a few of them mutter a quick ‘good afternoon, Professor Weasley’ as they passed by him in the doorway, none of them striking any sort of conversation, much to your pleasure.

“And what can I help you with?” you grinned, standing up from your chair and placing a clip around the stack of papers, sitting them down in the corner of your desk so you could remember to take them with you and look at them in your office later in the evening. You much preferred to do your grading and marking at night — you felt much more ‘in the zone,’ so to speak.

He walked over to you, hands still in his pockets, “What? Can’t pay my girl a visit during breaks?”

You scoffed, taking out a large stack of paper from your desk drawer and preparing for the class of sixth years you had after your break. Fred was inching closer to you with each passing second, taking strides with his long legs as if time was running out and he was trying to get to you as soon as possible without running. You stifled a laugh at his movements.

“Considering no one knows I’m your girl, I’d say no,” you replied, giving him a small smirk, “We don’t want to get caught like last time do we?”

You mentally cringed, thinking back to when fellow professor Neville Longbottom caught you and Fred at the Hogwarts staff Christmas party, your bodies nearly flushed to each other and his head dipping down to whisper in your ear. That might not be a giveaway, but considering the nature of Fred’s words and the way your eyes grew wide as you gave him a slap across the chest, it was a bit of a statement. Neville had asked you that night if anything was going on between you two, to which you replied ‘it’s late, I need to leave.’

“Well, it would be a shame for the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher to be dating the Charms teacher,” he said, a fake grimace on his face, “You’re only the most brilliant person in this entire school. I would be so ashamed if people knew. The highest held Professor, me, dating you, the lowly Charms teacher — a tragedy, really.”

“Oh, excuse me,” you placed a hand over your chest, stepping closer to him and leaning against the edge of your desk, “A shame, you say? I’ll have you know people much prefer my class to yours, anyways. Actually, just this morning, a group of Hufflepuffs told me they liked me best.”

The corner of his lip curved up into a smirk, leaning closer and wrapping his arms around your waist, his hips leaning against yours. You felt his hands slide lower down your back, giving your bottom a quick squeeze.

“Hands off, Freddie,” you poked him in the chest, “This relationship has now become a competition.”

He pursed his lips, “Well, can the academic competition start tomorrow after we perform the, to kindly put it, physical competition in my room tonight.”

You slid away from him, shaking your head, “You are unbelievable.”

“Well, believe it, love,” even though you weren’t facing him, you could hear the smirk in his voice, “This is all yours.”

“Uh, Professor Y/L/N?”

You spun on the spot, colour draining completely from your face. You heard Fred let out an awkward cough, facing the doorway where someone now stood. One of the students from your previous class was standing awkwardly, books in her arms and a confused look on her face.

“Oh, hello, Miss Myers,” you sighed, running a hand down your face, “Professor Weasley, do you mind giving us a moment?” Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, and the temperature in the room was now a million degrees warmer than it previously was.

Fred grumbled a quick ‘of course,’ and made his way out of the room, turning to give you a wide-eyed expression before closing the door behind him. You let out a deep sigh, falling back into your chair, tossing your hair over your shoulder and looking over at your student.

“Did I interrupt something?” she asked, clearly fighting a grin.

You waved your hand, “No! No,” you tried your best to act nonchalant, letting your student take a seat in front of you, “So, what can I help you with?”

She began expressing her worries for the upcoming exam, all the while you tried giving her the best tips and advice on how to study her charms carefully and safely. You couldn’t count the number of times students had tried their spells outside of the class and had something go horribly wrong. No one wanted to deal with that again.

Though, you kept wondering what she meant by ‘interrupting something.’

You knew that she didn’t mean it in an accusatory manner — you weren’t all cozied up to Fred when she walked in. She couldn’t have seen anything, could she? Even if she did, who would she tell? Headmistress McGonagall was well aware of your relationship with Fred. But she was the only one who knew. You didn’t want to even think about the rumours that would spread if word broke out about your — to put it scandalously — affair.

You honestly weren’t sure what was holding you back from just announcing it. If McGonagall approved, what’s the worst that could happen?

“Thanks for the help, Professor,” Miss Myers’ voice cut your internal rambling short, causing you to shake your head.

“No problem, my door is always open,” you grinned, motioning your hand in the direction of the door. She gave you a bright grin and picked up her backpack, turning to give you a little wave before making her way out of the classroom, once again, the door shutting closed behind her.

A loud groan left your lips before you dropped your head, letting your forehead smack loudly against the hardwood surface.

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The next two weeks felt like a whirlwind. Not only was the end of term approaching as rapidly as ever, but because your fifth years were rushing towards you every hour of the day to prepare for their OWLs, you were feeling rather happy that you only had a few days left before you were out of here. A lot of them seemed to get the hang of their Charms abilities, but many of them still seemed to be a little off. You couldn’t blame them — fifth year was rough — but you really wanted them all to be successful and to pass. Many of your students wanted to go on and be Aurors. A passing Charms mark was kind of a necessity.

“So you’re alright with overlooking the exam?” the Headmistress asked, her pointy hat standing tall on her head as her emerald robes flowed loosely behind her, the two of you walking towards the Great Hall, “You won’t be alone, but I just wanted to double check.”

You grinned, “Of course, it would be my pleasure.”

The walk to the Hall wasn’t long, but you were feeling suddenly anxious. You had poured your heart and soul into the teaching that you had done this year — you only hoped it paid off enough. You didn’t want to disappoint or let your students down. This was the most important exam yet.

The Charms exam was tomorrow at noon, so you weren’t sure why your wand was in a knot just yet, but the anxious bubbles in your stomach hadn’t calmed down over the last few days, to be totally honest.

You walked into the silent Hall, no students present yet, and came to a halt as you spotted the redheaded man standing all the way on the other side.

“Oh, so you’re my ever so lovely companion this afternoon?” he grinned, standing up off of his chair and placing the stack of papers down on the table in front of him, his sweater clinging rightfully to his body and causing you to scan your eyes up and down his figure. He had a pen sticking out from behind his ear and you could see the pleased expression cross his face, even from the other side of the room.

“I suspect you two will behave,” McGonagall said from next to you, her eyes twinkling with some sort of amusement as she gazed between the two of you, eyebrows raised.

“When do I not behave, Minerva?” Fred asked cockily, shoving his hands into his pockets — which suddenly seemed to be a signature move for him. You weren’t really sure where it came from, but you weren’t complaining. It gave him some sort of authoritarian vibe, which was one of the many reasons you felt as if today might be a tough day.

Leaving you and Fred alone, McGonagall left the hall with a quick shake of her head, her little heels clacking loudly. You rolled your eyes, walking over to stand next to him. Even as you walked up the few stairs to the platform, Fred’s height towered over you and caused you to crane your neck up to look him in the eyes.

“Well, well, well,” he grinned, his hands finding their way to your lower back, sliding down so that they rested in the bum pockets of your jeans.

“Fred!” you squeaked, giving him a light slap across the bicep before pulling away, “We’ve almost been caught twice. Third time is definitely not the charm, here.”

He let out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating and his eyes crinkling in the corners. You loved the sight of him in a good mood, your heart doing a little flip in your chest as he ran a hand through his hair.

You couldn’t help yourself, leaning up onto your tip toes and pressing a light kiss to his lips, pulling away ever-so-quickly, reaching up and pulling the pen out from behind his ear in the process, putting it down on the little desk next to the chair he was previously seated in.

“Ha! Gotcha,” you grinned, using your index finger to tap his nose lightly.

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, hands immediately finding their way around your waist, “That’s not fair, love.”

His lips quickly found their way down to yours, warm and inviting as always. No matter how many times you kissed him, you never got tired of it. You still got the same amount of tingles and butterflies as you did the first time he kissed you. And that’s not something you ever imagined would change.

“Fred,” you mumbled against his lips, a low groan leaving his throat as you tried your best to wiggle out of his grasp. You could hear the voices of students down the corridor— they were bound to enter the Great Hall any second now. This was not the position you wanted them to see you two in.

“Fine, fine,” he mumbled, pulling away and rolling his eyes. His lips were red and his cheeks were slightly flushed, but he looked as dashing as ever. It was hard for him not to look like this, actually. Something in Fred Weasley’s blood just made him irresistible. You often felt like cursing him out, honestly.

Seconds later, the large door opened and the room was no longer silent. Fred shot you a quick wink, sending your heart into a fluttering frenzy, before you turned to face the oncoming group.

“Good morning!” you announced with a somehow steady voice, “Everyone find your seat so we can begin!”

It took a few minutes, but eventually the group each found their assigned desks and sat down, taking out their quills and parchment.

“You have two hours,” Fred clapped his hands together, echoing loudly throughout the room, “And the two of us will be here if you have any questions. The lovely Professor Y/L/N has volunteered to keep me company, probably because she finds me irresistible—” you rolled your eyes, “—but we’ll both answer any questions you have.”

You looked to the ground, hair falling into your face as you bit your tongue, holding back any snarky remarks towards your idiotic boyfriend. He really wasn’t helping the whole ‘lowkey’ aspect to your relationship.

“Does anyone have any questions before we start?” he asked, lifting his left arm to check the watch on his wrist. You finally peered back up, gazing over at the large clock that was sitting behind you. You immediately regretted not bringing a cup of tea or a snack, but the two hours were bound to fly by. This wasn’t your first time overlooking an exam period, and each time you’ve done this before, it’s never felt like it was dragging on.

“Good luck everyone!” you called out with a smile, clapping your hands together. They all began scribbling away as you finished your sentence, the scratching sound being the only noise you could hear as any previous chatter had now completely ceased.

You walked slowly over to Fred, your hands crossed over your chest as you raised an eyebrow, “Really smooth, you know? Nearly gave us away, you did.”

He shrugged, giving you a lopsided grin, “Oh, come on. Pretty sure half this lot know we’re together anyways. They may be younger, but they’re not completely dim-witted.”

Scoffing and turning your back to the group to face him better, you tried your best to give Fred a serious glare, “None of them are dim-witted, Fred. I’m just saying it would be nice to avoid the drama that comes with public teacher relationships.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you, trying your best to maintain some sort of professional distance. The students might be busy with their work, but that didn’t mean they were blind to the two Professors standing watch at the front of the room.

“I gotta admit, love,” he nodded his head, lowering his voice and leaning in, “the sneaking around has been rather fun.”

His voice sent shivers down your body, goosebumps rising on your skin. You forgot how to breathe for a second, quickly trying your best to regain your composure so the students didn’t see you looking like a fish out of water.

You let out a low cough, clearing your throat and nodding, “It has, hasn’t it?”

The grin on his face was practically contagious, causing the corners of your own lips to turn up before lifting a hand to toss your hair out of your face. You gazed up at him, running your tongue over your bottom lip before pulling it between your teeth, shooting him a wink in the process.

You could see the way his eyes were drawn to your every move, looking at your lips as if in some sort of trance. It caused a little sense of pride to blossom in your chest, to be honest. Fred was often the one who had you locked in a permanent dreamy state. It wasn’t everyday that you had the upper hand.

“Not bloody fair,” he tossed his head back, “Y’know how badly that makes me want to kiss you.”

You smirked, giving him a quick shrug of your shoulders and turning away, swaying your hips as you walked over to the chair that was a few feet away, sitting down comfortably and giving him another wink. You could tell his gaze was on your hips as you walked away — the darker tone in his eyes now locked on you.

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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“You’re a real piece of work, y’know?” he groaned in your ear, leaning over you as you organized the pile of recently collected exams, making sure that Fred’s proximity wasn’t a distraction. You weren’t being overly successful at that last part, though. You could smell his cologne and the warmth of his skin as he stood mere inches away, knowing damn well that he was causing you to stutter in your work.

You had been teasing Fred the entire exam period, sending him winks and lingering looks, even being bold enough to run your hand through his hair at one point, making sure to rake your nails lightly down the nape of his neck, enough to cause his body to erupt in goosebumps. He gave you a stern look after that, letting you know that he was now completely and utterly under your charm.

“Am I? Well, this is a competition, if you remember correctly. I think I won.” you spun around, leaning against the desk, a teasing look on your face.

“Oh, you definitely won,” his hands slid around your waist, delicately but firmly. He had a way with body language that was unmatched, you had to admit.

Taking a step closer to you and pulling your body closer to his, he dipped his head and began to pepper your jaw with light kisses.

“Fred,” you giggled, weakly attempting to push him away, “Not right now.”

He groaned against your neck, his lips continuing to press kisses along your skin. It was rendering your mind nearly completely blank, but you tried your best to stay focused, to make sure that you guys wouldn’t get caught and ruin the secrecy aspect to your hidden romance. Plus, you really didn’t want McGonagall to catch you in such a scandalous position.

“Honestly, do you have no self control?” you asked, successfully pushing him away. You missed the warmth of his body pressed against yours, but you had a feeling you’d be getting a lot of that tonight so you weren’t too upset about it. He’d more than make up for it in a few hours.

“Not around you, love,” he grinned, running a hand through his hair. You wished you were the one doing it instead, but once again, you had a feeling you’d be doing that quite a bit tonight, so you figured you’d wait until you could do it with no worries of anyone cutting in. He loved the feeling of your hands running through his hair, delicately giving little tugs every now and then.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you picked up the pile of finished exams, “You’re too much.”

Fred followed closely after you as you made your way towards the exit of the Hall, his hands empty but he kept them to himself this time, “But you love me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

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After having been empty this afternoon, the Great Hall was now bustling with life. The four house tables were filled with students and food, echoes of distant and nearby conversations reverberating around the crowded room. It wasn’t a sight one could get used to. Yes, you had spent seven years of your youth here, and a few years as a Professor now, but the atmosphere of this room would never quite sink in.

Professor Neville Longbottom, who was currently seated next to you, was rambling on about a mishap that happened in his class that day — something about a first year Gryffindor knocking over eight potted plants — and you nodded along and laughed as he made jokes.

“Can you believe it?” he asked, eyes wide as he munched on a potato, “He thought Mandrakes and Mimbulus Mimbletonia were the same thing!”

You let out an amused snort, “Kind of hard to think that,” you took a sip of your goblet of wine, “But I guess some people don’t have the magical knack for plants that you do.” You nudged him in the side with a smile.

He grinned at the compliment, the tips of his ears turning a deep shade of red. Neville was two years below you while in school, but his knowledge of plants and nature was way beyond you.

The conversation fell to a lull and Neville became invested in chatting with the person to his other side. You didn’t pay much attention to who it was, as your eyes were now trained to the other end of the table, where the usual seat of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor was occupied by your boyfriend.

His eyes were already looking in your direction, causing a heat to surge through your body. A lazy smile was on his lips, and he clearly wasn’t paying attention to the elderly Professor Slughorn seated to his right.

“I love you,” you could read his lips, his eyes bright as they stayed locked on yours. His smile was genuine and loving, quite opposite to the teasing one he usually gave you, and it left your stomach feeling rather fluttery.

You bit your lower lip, fighting a grin, before moving your lips in return, “I love you more.”

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belovedholland · 3 years

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Kiss

》 summary: You do the TikTok prank on the boys, were you ask if they want a kiss, but really you just mean a chocolate kiss

pairing: Tom x reader

warning: Slightly annoyed Tom

w/c: 1.7k

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With covid comes quarantine, which you spent with your boyfriend Tom, Harry, Harrison and Tuwaine. Living with four guys was weird and new for you, likewise it was weird for them living with a girl after so long of just themselves, but you got it to work.

Quarantine had been going on for so long, and it was hard to fill out the time, so it easily got bored. You and the boys did a lot of golfing, puzzles and of course drinking. You got less and less things to do, so one day you decided to dowload TikTok to see what all of the hype was about it. TikTok became one of your favorites ways of soending time, and you quckly became addicted. To be real, who isn't addicted to TikTok? The boys aren't. Harrison and Harry both have a TikTok account, but doesn't use them anymore. Tom had Musicaly, but never TikTok. And Tuwaine, didn't have either.

You had seen a lot of fun pranks, challenges, and overall trends, tho you had never tried any. You hadn't posted a single video yet, so no one new about your account.

--♡--

Today was Valentines day, you hadn't planned that much. At the start of the day, you had celebrated Harry and Sam's 22nd birthday. Sam had come over the day before, so the twins could celebrate together. You had baked them a cake, and decorated with some ballons, but it was a very chill birthday, not much happened.

You were scrolling on TikTok, when you came across this prank, were the person would ask strangers if they wanted a kiss, but it was chocolate kiss and not a real kiss. (I know it's an old one, but whatever, it's still good.) Why not do that to the boys. You thought to yourself.

You got up from your seat, and went into the larder cupboard, were you knew you had some "kisses". You first took one and put it in the pocket of Tom's hoodie, that you were wearing.

You went into the garden, where you knew Harry and Haz were, doing there usual golf tricks. You got outside, placed your phone up against a plant on the outdoors table, and you pressed play on your normal camera, you were just gonna edit the clips together later on. You then went over to the boys, waiting for them to finish. They failed.

"Harry I know it's your birthday and all, but can you go inside for just a moment?" He was confused but went inside. Your plan was to do Haz and Tuwaine alone, Harry and Sam together, since yeah, and then Tom at last. So first Haz.

"Everything okay?" He asked confused, but also scared. You dragged him closer to the camera, but not too close so he would notice, thinking they would show their actual reaction without knowing it's filmed. Before you got to answer, Haz spoke again. "Are you gonna break up with Tom or something, and you are just asking me how to? Cuz I get if you wanna break up, Tom is a baby and a lot to deal with, to be real I have no idea how you do it. But if you are, I can't help you, and I would say, do it tomorrow, cuz it's mean to do it on Valentines da-"

"I'm not breaking up with Tom, I just have a question to ask you." His body language compleatly changes.

"Ok wassup?" He asked chill.

"You want a kiss?" Aaaand, no more chill. His eyes fully open. "Do you want a kiss?" He was in shock and didn't answer you, so you asked again. "Do you want a kiss from me?"

"No!" And with that, you pulled the "kiss" out from your pocket and waved with it, close to his face, making him laugh.

"To bad for you." Haz keot laughing, as you went up to grab your phone.

"You filmed it? Why?"

"It's a TikTok trend/prank thing. I'm gonna do it on all the boys."

--♡--

A couple of hours later, you were in the living room, just you, Haz, and Tuwaine. Tom went to the bathroom, and the twins went to Harry's room, when they got a call from their parents. So now was the perfect time to get Tuwaine. You looked over at Haz, and give him the eyes, to let him know. You went to your camera, and tossed you phone over to Haz, so he could film.

You stood up and went in front of Tuwaine, sho was looking at his phone. He then looked up at you confused.

"You want a kiss?" You asked, and like Haz, his eyes widdened with in seconds. He looked over at Haz, as if he asked if he heard right. Haz played it like he didn't hear anything, and kept looking at my phone, filming.

When Tuwaine then looked back at you, he asked if he heard right, and you just asked again. "Do you want a kiss?"

"Is that how you're gonna break up with Tom? Cheat on him? Cuz that's kinda genius, but rude at the same time." You laughed a little, and you could see Haz, at the corner of your eyes, trying to hold in his laugh.

"No I'm not breaking up with Tom, I just asked if you wanted a kiss."

"Then no, I don't want a kiss." You once again pulled the kiss out from your pocket. Then Tuwaine got it, and laughed along with you and Haz.

You explained everything, and right as you were done, Tom walked back in.

--♡--

You and Tom were cuddled up on the couch together, when you heard footsteps, meaning Harry and Sam had finished their call, which meant, now their turn to get a "kiss".

Before they could get down you quckly got up, leaving Tom sad, but he was fine. You walked up the stairs and down the hall with long steps, and when you finally reached the twins you pulled them back into their room, which all made them very confused. You couldn't hide it anywhere, without them knowing they were being filmed, so you had pressed the record button on your way up the stairs, and you would just be pointing you phone up to them, so you could still see their reaction.

"What was that?" They both said confused in synch, whuch you lightly laughed at.

"I just have to ask you guys something."

"For the best way to break up with Tom?" Harry said like he was just waiting for that moment.

"Why does everyone think I'm gonna break up with Tom?" You said low so they didn't quite hear it. "No. Just a normal simple question."

"What is it then?"

"Do you guys want a kiss?" Like the other boys, their eyes widened, and they looked confused at eachother, before turning back to you, both having their eyebrows almost clued up to their forheads in schok.

"Do you guys want a kiss?"

"Ew! No!" Harry exclaimed, Sam right after.

"Oh, I thought you guys liked chocolate." You said and showed them the two "kisses". And you all started laughing, especially Harry, while Sam mostly just shook his head.

"I have done it on Haz and Tuwaine too, noe there is just Tom left." You explained everything, and went downstairs, Tom obviously asked, sadly, why you left him, and went to the twins, the other goys knew why, but couldn't tell, so you simply said you needed to use the bathroom.

--♡--

A while later, and you were still all in the living room. Tom had gone up to grab a beer, and that's when you quckly got a new "kiss" and gave your phone again to Haz. Tom got back on the couch, arms open ready to cuddle with you again, but you didn't fall into them. You sat opposite him and began.

"Tom I have a question." He looked at you, with a face, asking if everything was ok. You nodded.

"Wassup babe?" He tried to go in for a hug, but you again regeted it, which made him sad.

"Do you want a kiss?" He grinned right as the words came out of your mouth, and pulled you in for a hug.

"I would like that very much." He then pulled away from the hug, to give you a kiss. But as he leaned in, you placed your hand on his lips, and pushed him away, which made him really confused.

"What?"

"I asked if you wanted a kiss, not a kiss." You laughed a little, finding the "kiss" a giving him the chocolate piece, then to make him even more sad, you got up from the couch, and went up the stairs.

"Babe!" He yelled after you. "Come back right now!" It wasn't hard to hear how annoyed of your actions he were. "I WANT MY KISS!" He yelled even louder while running upstairs to you, while all the boys gave into a party of laughter, and Haz made sure to get it all on camera. It was really the funny highlight of the day.

Haz ended the video, but didn't want to go upstairs, just in case. But really he had nothing to worry about, cuz right after you were running downstairs again, Tom following behind.

"Just give me a kiss!" He yelled at you, he really wanted that kiss so bad, but you loved teasing him.

"No!" You plopped yourself down on the couch, and reached out for your phone. "Did you get it?" You asked Haz refering to the video.

"It was amzing."

"What was amazing?" Tom asked as he sat down besides you, hugging into your side.

"Oh Haz filmed it, it's for TikTok. I did it on everyone." You explained. You all eatched the videos trough, they were amazing, and you knew it would be good. You then got on TikTok and clipped the videos into one. You watched it a couple of times trough, before posting it with the caption: "Why do they all think, I want to break up with Tom? 😂"

"Happy Valentines day, my love." You said to Tom, finally giving him the kiss.

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creepytoes88 · 3 years

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Famous weeb part 2

Hey y’all i know have been MIA for awhile but i hope you like it <3

Y/n POV

-The next day-

I felt the heat from the sunlight on my face, I open my eyes and look around the room the arm around my waist tightens I smile knowing Vinnie hasn't woken up yet. Slowly I turn to face him and see his hair all over the place and his mouth slightly open I let out a little laugh and move some of Vinnie’s hair from his beautiful face. I don't know how long I saw staring at him but his eyes start to flutter

” Fucking weirdo watching me sleep n shit,” Vinnie says his voice deeper than normal because he just woke up. I laugh ” It's not my fault your pretty” I put my head in the crook of his neck I feel Vinnie rub my naked back. ” Do you still want to go on that date, I'm starving and I would love to take you to breakfast, maybe I could show you around LA while we're at it?” Vinnie asks as he plays with my hair

” mmm I would love that Vin, but first let's take a shower yea?”

~Time skip 6months ~

I and Vinnie have been dating for 5 months it's been the best 5 months of my life Vinnie is everything I've ever wanted. He's caring, Thoughtful, and he's always there for me, when the first video we did together came out the hate was brutal from Vinnie’s fans and my followers started to slut shame me. I couldn't go in the public eye for a month because every time I was out some random man would call me horrible names, Vinnie stood by my side the whole time holding my hand and telling me how amazing and beautiful I am. No wonder I fell so hard for the boy DON’T even get me started on how good the sex it's mind-blowing every time it's like Vinnie was made for me. We aren't planning ongoing public anytime soon we're happy in our own little world I hear Vinnie's footsteps come up the stairs to my bedroom ” Hey daddy I didn't know you were coming over” I stand up and meet him at my door and Vinnie laughs

” you don't have to call me daddy all the time ya know.”

” Yea I know daddy I'll stop if you want me to baby” Vinnie looks into my eyes ” don’t you dare,” he says as he kisses my lips, Vinnie wraps his strong arms around me holding me against him ” will you please stay the night with me I would stay here but I have to stream.” Vinnie puts his head in the crook of my neck

” I've been having that nightmare again” I run my hand through his hair and kiss the crown of his head ” yes of course baby I just gotta pack real quick-” Vinnie pulls his head out from my neck ” why don't you just move in with me, we can be careful-” I kiss Vinnie and jump into his arms wrapping my legs around his waist ” Yes a million times yes.” It wasn't a whole 3 days later I moved out of Avani’s house into Vinnie's room, unfortunately, we didn't think about how Vinnie posts in his room, and the bathroom, he streams as well FOR HOURS and I can’t be in there because if I make a sound people will know it's me.

Even though I have gotten massive amounts of hate from both mine and Vinnie’s supporters I hit 50 million on TikTok and began my own clothing line and I guest-starred in a Disney movie. It's probably been 3 months since I moved in with Vinnie and everyone else surprisingly, we have been able to keep our relationship a secret from most of the world. I just don't post anything at the house and make sure I don't talk or walk in on a live. The only downside to living with everyone is we can't be as loud as we like to be we also have to be careful to only have sex when everyone is asleep because everyone in the damn house ” forgets” to knock other than that EVERYTHING is perfect. Unfortunately, the last 8 months of pure peace and love have finally come to an end after Vinnie posted a video where he put his phone as far up about his head as possible. Seemingly an innocent Tiktok Vinnie posted It without ever watching it back and on the far left corner of the phone, you could clearly see the socks, the skirt, and even my underwear that I was wearing in my last video sprawled across his floor.

THE FANS WENT NUTS we both received hate but surprisingly most of the supporters had changed their minds about our relationship. Not that they ever had a say but it still feels good to know most of our supporters like us together. We had to come out and say that we have been dating for 8 months and have lived together for the last 3. We finally don't have to hide anymore we can post freely and with each other, I finally got to put my stuff in our bathroom and hang pictures of us up on the walls of our room. Vinnie even told me to pick out a new bedspread and pillows of my choice.

” I love it, baby, it looks perfect,” Vinnie says as he rubs my back admiring the bed and the clean room, in general, I finally got to clean it and it doesn't look suspicious that his room is so clean. Vinnie starts to kiss my neck as he runs his hands up my arms, I tilt my head so Vinnie can access more skin. ” mhm baby... Did we have any plans tonight or tomorrow?” Vinnie says in between kisses ” um I don't think so” I say as I turn around and kiss Vinnie’s lips putting my hands in his hair the kiss gets heated faster than usual as Vinnie runs his strong hands down my back before grabbing two handfuls of my ass making my knees buckle and moans leave my lips. Vinnie picks me and walks me to the bed ” You have to be quite baby everyone is asleep, and we can’t wake them up again” I nod my head quickly

” answer me baby,” Vinnie says as he pulls away looking down at me ” yes daddy I understand, I'll behave.” I look into his eyes standing on my tippy toes ” I promise” oh I promise to keep quiet but if I get my way Vinnie won't be able to keep quiet. Vinnie always tells me not to make a sound and then fucks me till I scream and then laughs when the others make fun of me.

This time it's my turn to make him scream and embarrass him I have a plan the only problem is going to be getting his wrists in the handcuffs I have hidden in the bed frame. Vinnie is much stronger than I am so even if I can get one hand in the cuff he would fight me tooth and nail to put the other in but I'm gonna try. ” Daddy I have a big favor.” I say with my puppy eyes Vinnie let out a chuckle ” what is it doll?” I bit my lip as I look at him ” I saw a Tiktok going around saying to give your boyfriend a blowie while he's wearing a blindfold and I would like to try it if you're willing?” I ask sweetly and kiss his lips Vinnie tilts his head and takes a deep breath ” please Daddy! Can we just try it for a minute or two and if you don't like it we can stop” Vinnie kisses my lips ” I don't know-” my bottom lip pops out ” Please Daddy, can we just try it?” ”I-I......sure” Vinnie says defeated I throw my arms around his neck kissing his lips sweetly. My plan just might work ” lay on the bed baby” Vinnie looks at me weird ” why-” I kissed his lips once more ” please Daddy” Vinnie lies on the bed and puts his hands behind his head. I walk into the closet where we hide everything I grab the smallest vibrator I have from before we started dating. I hide it in my back pocket and started to walk towards Vinnie ” ok Daddy sit still” I kiss Vin on the lips putting the blindfold next to us on the bedside.

Vinnie grabs the back of my head while kissing me I began to grind against him as I move my lips down his neck. I'm never allowed on top and I am usually the one with the hickeys but this time it's his turn. I start to kiss Vinnie's jaw and upper neck ”n-no hickeys baby” I nod my head I'm gonna leave hickeys all over him if I get my way. As I continue to kiss and suck his neck I can feel him harden under me ” are you ready Daddy?” Vinnie nods his head as he sits up on his elbows I pick up the blindfold and bring it towards him, Vinnie looks at the blindfold in disappointment but stays silent.

” Thank you Daddy, I love you” I say as I kiss his lips sweetly once more before I pull his shirt off immediately kissing and licking his chest as I rub my hands on his strong arms and shoulders. I lick down to his sex lines kissing them softly as I feel goose bumps on his arms before I pull down his shorts along with is boxers. I watch as his cock slaps against his toned stomach my mouth-watering ” Shit baby hurry!” Vinnie moans as he puts his hand in my hair. I kitten lick his tip and play with his balls in one hand ” baby stop teasing me” Vinnie moans as I pull away ” put your hands by your head and stop touching me” Vinnie huffs and drops his hands by his head.

Before Vinnie could say anything else I wrap my lips around his red tip “Ooh-f-fuck” Vinnie moans as he buck his hips up making me chock slightly. I lean back and giggle “shh Daddy” I grab ahold of his base as I kitten lick his tip I look up to see Vinnie biting his lip and gripping onto the blanket. I grab onto the handcuffs with my free hand and push him deep down my throat making Vinnie gasp and put his hands in my hair. I take the opportunity and clasp one of the cuffs on his wrists Vinnie grunts as I began to hum. I don't think he even noticed I quickly grab the other set of cuffs and snap them around his other wrist. I pull away and sit on his lap Vinnie starts softly grinding his raw dick between my thighs trying to get off not even paying attention to me as I clip both his hands to his headboard. Vinnie stops grinding and tries to move his hands but was stopped “Y/n what the fuck do you think you're doing, uncuff me now” I giggle as I take off his blindfold “No Daddy I don't think I will you always make me feel so good I wanna make you feel good.”

Vinnie laughs ” you wanna make daddy feel good....uncuff me, so I can ruin you baby” Vinnie hisses out as I kiss his lips and began to take my clothes off. When I take my panties off I make sure Vinnie can see everything by laying down on my back on his stomach I toss my underwear near his head as I spread my legs wide, watching as Vinnie licks his lips and takes deep breaths. Before he can get close enough to taste me I stand on my knees and kiss his lips “you have to be quite Daddy” I kiss down his neck as I trail my hand from his balls to his tip softly pinching his tip. “Ugh fuck I'm gonna ruin you the moment you let me out” I look into his eyes as I firmly grab his balls and squeeze slightly Vinnie throws his head back moaning “shhh” I say as start to nibble and suck his neck Vinnie fights against me as I play with his balls. I leave hickeys all over his neck and chest occasionally sucking his tips this went on in for a while but at this point Vinnie was about to cum. His tip was a was red and twitching, his legs were trembling, Vinnie had only let out small whines the whole time but I wanna her him I want him to be as loud as me. But if course don't want him to know that “Gonna cum already Handsome?” I ask as I suck hickeys on his hips and inner thighs making my way towards his twitching tip.

I lick a soft stipe over the tip and Vinnie let's out a very load moan. I pull away with a disappointed look and let go of his balls

“F-Fuck keep go-going” slap the inside of his thigh making Vinnie lift his hips off the bed and moan even louder than before. “I said to be quiet and you're not being very quiet, so I'm gonna have to punish you Daddy,” I say with an evil smirk I stand up and Vinnie. I grab the vibrator and turn it on I rub it slowly up his thigh making him jump “Stop that” Vinning says sternly. “No” I say looking into his eyes I grab on to his hard cock placing the vibrator on his red tip Vinnie let out at load moan “Shh daddy everyone's gonna hear you” I say as I softly pump his cock in my hand “Put it in your mouth I’m about to cum” Vinnie moans in a demanding tone I look up at him as I take the vibrator off of him. I pick my panties up off the bed and bring them his mouth Vinnie glares at me “let me go” I slap Vinnie on the cheek and grab it as I push the pink lace thong in his mouth and Vinnie tries to push it out “If you push it out I'll go get lunch and leave you here with the door open.” I say with a bratty smile. Vinnie nods his head just giving in to me I move down his body again caressing as much of him as I can “God daddy your perfect.” I lick both of his nipples making vinnie whine and try to move away as I blow cool air on them, and they get hard “mmm such a pretty boy” I continue to kiss his chest and tummy before I settled between his thighs nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin bruises littered everywhere. I kiss the space between his balls and cock Vinnie moans and arches his back.

“To bad your a bad boy” I pull away from his cock and climb up on his chest straddling him I pick up the vibrator and place it on my clit. I throw my head back In pleasure as Vinnie let's out grunts of protest. I stand on my knees above his face, so he could get a better view the vibration making my eyes close. I feel something push against my slit and up my folds, I pull away to see Vinnie's nose shiny and a slight blush on his cheeks. “Nasty little boy aren't you?” Vinnie looks in my eyes and winks. I take the vibrator away and turn it off pulling the panties out of his mouth I set them aside “want a taste Daddy?” I say as I get close enough for Vinnie to run his tongue through my folds letting out a soft moan I pull away his mouth following me I giggle and grind against his lips and nose as I grab his hair making him moan into my pussy. Vinnie plunges his tongue inside of me and swirls it around collecting all of my arousal his hips bucking in the Air. I keep grinding my heat on his face as he tongue fucks me “O-OH YESS” I cum on his tongue Vinnie licking up the rest.

I pull away and make my way back down his chest leaving hickeys and kisses in my path. I pull away to admire him for the first time tonight his hair a mess, face and nose shiny with my arousal cock standing straight up and eyes blown out, His plump lips are red and have teeth marks from holding in moans. I grab ahold of his balls as Vinnie moans and bucks his hips “I bet I could make you cum just from playing with your balls baby” Vinnie let out a whine but didn't answer me “I guess we'll just have to try?” I stand up and walk to the bed side table grabbing tape and a tissue. I wrap the base of his cock in the tissue with his tip sticking out and I tape his cock to his stomach the tissue protecting his cock skin from the tape. “B-baby?” I look up at him as I make sure everything is secure and will hold “yes Daddy?” Vinnie's looking down at the head of his cock “what if it hits me in the face?” I smile at his word “I’ll lick it up Daddy” before he could say anything else I place his balls in my mouth sucking hard, and he let out a load moan “Ugh FUCK Y/N” I pull away rub his balls in tiny circles as I kiss him inner thighs.

I can feel his balls tighten and Vinnie thrust this hips up “YES BABY YES.” I gasp and lean back Vinnie’s face bright red in embarrassment “Daddy tsk tsk you made a mess and now I have to clean it up” I lean down licking his tip and up his neck and jaw I suck a little harder, so he knows he indeed did hit his face. “mmmhmm Daddy you taste so good.” I lean down and lick his cum off his hard stomach his soft cock growing slowly “I have to punish you again though Baby... You came without asking without warning...so naughty” I pull the tape and tissue off as I grab on to his semi hard dick shoving him down my throat Vinnie lets out a little yelp as he hardened quickly in my throat I began to suck him and move my head I choked every once in a while I pull off when his tip started to twitch I straddled his hips putting his hard cock inside of me “If you move I will leave you in here tired up by yourself” Vinnie let out a whimper as he takes deep breaths as j slowly slide down his huge cock “Fuck Daddy so Big! You always fill me so good” I say as I move my hips slowly squeeze my walls around him I sit down on him fully letting out a small moan.“Shit Daddy” I giggle “I can feel you in my tummy.” I say as I rub my lower stomach Vinnie throws his head back moaning I roll my hips on his one time making him moan again.

“PLEASE BABY LET ME CUM” I look at him as I wrapped my arms around his neck laying on top of him with my head on his chest. “I will in a minute Daddy but first I wanna say my last words before I let you out” I kiss his lips as I rotate my hips to harden his cock up and soften his heart up, so he won’t be so mean later. Looking deep in his eyes I say “I love you Daddy and you would have never let me try this on you If I didn't trick you.” I kiss his lips again, moving my hips a little faster “Please don't be mad at me Daddy I wanted to make you feel good-od” I undo one of his wrist grabbing on to his hand kissing his wrist, and placed it on my hip as I do the same to the other wrist. I look down to see Vinnie just looking at me “I love you Daddy, your so beautiful.” I stop all movement to kiss his lips nibbling his bottom lip his hands rubbing my butt and thighs before Vinnie pounds into me from underneath. Taking me by shock “OH FUCK DADDY YES JUST LIKE THAT! YOU’RE SO BIG! MORE PLEASE” I moan tears filling my eyes it's never felt like this before Vinnie flips me over and grabs my face “I'm gonna put a baby inside of you don't you dare let a single drop fall out” Vinnie knew that was literally impossible but the look of fear and lust on her face was all worth it. “Fuck are you ready baby” Vinnie moans pulling out flipping me over so my face is in the pillows and my ass is in the air. Vinnie pulls out before pushing into me at a fast pace slapping my thighs and ass as he moans.

He was hitting my g-spot repeatedly making us both moan “mmm gonna fuck my baby into your doll” I moan out as I hear Vinnie gasp his hips stop and I let out a whine pushing my hips back into him “do it please Daddy, I want it inside of me” I moan and whine “Daddy don't stop please keep fucking me Ugh I want your babies.” I moan as I fuck myself on his cock Vinnie was frozen above me just watching as his beautiful, amazing, rich and famous, whore of a girlfriend. Begs as she fucks herself on his hard cock. “P-please Daddy” Vinnie starts thrusting harder and faster than before pushing her head into the pillows as screams of pleasure come out of her mouth “want my cum bitch” Vinnie moans as he pulls her up by her hair “Yes Daddy please I want you filling me up.” Vinnie moans as he takes his thumb as rubs it around my pink button. Vinnie takes his other hands pulling my cheeks apart as he spits on my asshole making a moan fall from my lips Vinnie slowly pushes his spit around as moans bubble out of my throat I’m so overwhelmed by pleasure he spits on my hole again “F-Fuck baby your so tight around my cock I’m gonna cum so deep your pussy baby” the only sounds in the room were the sounds skin slapping together and wet noise I could feel the knot in my stomach when he pushed in hitting a different spot a scream comes out as I cum on his cock “AAAAGH Daddy YESSSSS” I thrust my ass back against him when the door opens.

“SHU-EEEEWWWW WTF” Jordan burst in and then left just as quickly when he saw the site in front of him. His best friend balls deep inside of me and spit drips down my ass as Vinnie jackhammer thrusts into me so hard I think he's gonna break me for a second “F-FUCK PRINCESS IM GONNA PUT MY BABIES SO DEEP INSIDE OF YOU-” Vinnie yells as he cums inside of me I can feel the warmth fill me up, and he pulls out getting off the bed “Don’t move” he says in a soft voice. I can feel both mine and his cum running down legs. All of a sudden I hear a click and see a bright light I turn my head to see Vinnie holding a polaroid camera as it spits out the picture “can I take one of you on your back princess?” I giggle flipping over and spreading my legs putting on a sexy face for the camera as he takes my picture. Vinnie grabs a towel and wipes me down before he lays down “I'll take us to shower in a minute baby” I look up at him as I grab his hand “I love you Daddy” Vinnie turns to look at me “we should get our own apartment Princess” I look at him trying to read his eyes “do we get to paint?” Vinnie's eyes crinkle at the sides as he laughs and kisses the top of my head. “I don't know weirdo.... I love you” Vinnie says he kisses my lips “now come on bath time.”

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djjarins · 3 years

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it only takes a moment (modern! maxwell lord x f! reader - only one bed!)

modern! maxwell lord x f! reader ft. only one bed!

summary: after a planned trip goes awry, what happens when you, Alistair’s nanny, and max only have one bed to share?

warnings: mentions of drinking and sex (no smut in this work), mentions of bad weather and turbulence on a plane, anxiety

a/n: this is my first maxwell oneshot!! thank you to the anon who suggested it! my masterlist is here and my requests are open! also this is not beta read - we die like men KSJDHAKKS

To say this was one of the longest days ever would be an understatement.

Your day started like any other. Waking up around 6:15am, you quietly pad into your bathroom and wash your face, taking a few minutes to complete your skincare routine and brush your teeth before making your way back into your bedroom.

Going over to your desk, you pick up your outfit you laid out the night before, a comfortable pair of leggings and an oversized crew neck with the name of the college you went to on it.

You hold the wooly sweatshirt in your hands, a smile tugging at your lips at the memories of your time back on campus. While it’s been less than a year since you graduated, you still hold the memories close.

One memory in particular plays on a loop in your head.

It was last May. You were sat in a back booth with some friends of your favorite bar in the city.

You were celebrating the new job you had just been hired at - as a full-time nanny for a single father with a young boy.

It was no secret that you had struggled finding a job after graduation. You had put in a lot of work at your time here at school, but you felt a pit of sadness in your heart at graduation when all of your friends had already secured jobs and a future for themselves.

You felt the sadness when you didn’t know how you were going to make ends meet - you had student loans, bills and other things piling more and more stress on - but when you found an ad for a nanny job, you were over the moon.

After your interview with the assistant to the single father, who must be very busy or important if he has an assistant, you were thrilled when you got the news you were hired.

The assistant explained her boss was a high-profile man, and that he wanted to be the one to introduce himself to you, which you had no problem with. You also would be a live in nanny, meaning you would have your own space within the house.

With the job starting tomorrow, your friends decided tonight would be the night to celebrate, wanting to “send you off” with one last night out before your job started.

A couple of rounds of drinks in, you felt a sudden burst of energy - whether it be a real energy boost or the tension leaving your body from the numerous drinks you’ve had throughout the night - but suddenly you make your way over to the makeshift dance floor.

You feel the beat of the music flow through you as your friends come and dance with you for a while, losing track of time in the small bar as the night goes on. It’s after several more songs that you feel a set of big hands rest gently on your hips and a strong, yet comforting scent of cologne filling your nose.

“I hope you don’t mind me being a bit forward angel, but I couldn’t help but notice you from across the bar, and I have to say you are absolutely gorgeous,” the man says confidently, his fingers rubbing a soft pattern into the flesh of your hips.

You turn your head to the side to lock eyes with the handsome stranger, his brown eyes like swirls of chocolate and honey reflect the colorful lights of the bar back into your own.

A smile plays at his lips as you take in his styled appearance, his clothes fitting him in all of the right places, almost like they were made just for him.

“You see something you like darling?” he asks soothingly, the smile on his face morphing to a playful smirk as you nod back at him faster than you can say something.

He lets out a hearty chuckle and gives one of your hips a squeeze as he presses his front firmly up against your back, a small gasp leaving your lips as you feel how he is pressed against your ass, and you have to stop yourself from arching into his chest.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whimper, feeling the room get hotter as he stays close to your body, wanting to get some privacy with him before you drop to your knees right here on the sticky floor of the bar.

He nods along with your suggestion, gently grasping your hand in his and leading you to an awaiting taxi.

A shiver runs down your spine at the memory of that night. The more your mind lingers on that night, you swear you can almost feel him back between your legs and hear the whimpers of praise in your ear.

But of course that once in a lifetime high from your hookup turned into a nightmare the next day, when you realized that the gorgeous man next to you was not only the famous Maxwell Lord, but that he is the man you were to work under as a nanny.

Sure it was awkward when you came back to Max's house in the morning after sneaking out a few hours earlier, preteding that the two of you didn't have mindblowing sex the night before, instead opting to focus on the specifics of the job.

Max explained that he was a very busy man - something you already knew - and that he really appreciates what you are doing for him and Alistair, and that he knows his son will love spending time with you.

That was a year ago.

Now the tension had gone down significantly, but you would be lying to yourself if you said you still didn't think about Max in the way you did that night with him. There were times when you caught him staring at you from across the room, feeling his eyes on you as you played with his son, a smile tugging at his lips.

There were nights where you laid lonely in your bedroom, wondering what would happen if you went down the hall to the master bedroom and joined your boss, but you stopped yourself from picturing what could happen.

You slip on your sweatshirt, brush out and twist your hair, opting to put it in one of you claw clips, a few stray pieces framing your face in all of the right ways.

Making your way out of your room you head down the hallway to Alistair’s room, knocking lightly before peeking your head in and letting him know it’s time to start waking up.

Today was a travel day.

Max was attending a conference down in DC and decided to bring you and Alistair along so he could spend some time with his son, as well as turn this little trip into a mini vacation. He planned on visiting several museums that he knows Ali will love, like the natural history museum and air and space museum, but also the national gallery of art for you as well.

He didn’t tell you he rented out the museum so it would be just the three of you. He wanted that to be a surprise.

You grab your small duffel bag for travel and make your way down the grand staircase, placing the bag near the front door as you head to the kitchen, starting to grab the ingredients to make belgian waffles - Alistair’s favorite.

Turning on the coffee pot, you hum to yourself as you mix the ingredients together to make breakfast, making sure to lay out three plates. As you pour the batter into the waffle maker, you make quick work of cutting up some fresh strawberries to serve on the side.

Hearing two pairs of footsteps coming down the stairs, as well as an accompanying giggle, you turn to see Max chasing Alistair through the foyer and towards the kitchen island, with Max laughing as he picks up his son and plops him down onto the barstool in front of him.

A smile pulls at your lips as you slide Max a mug of coffee, getting a nod of appreciation in return before he helps you plate up breakfast, encouraging his son to eat up so you all can get going.

Max had arranged for one of his private planes to fly the three of you out, telling you it would be much more relaxing than taking a normal flight, to which you rolled your eyes.

No matter how long you had been working for Max, you still aren’t used to how causal he is with spending his wealth. Especially when it came to you.

It was no secret Max had a sweet spot for you.

How could he not? It wasn’t all about that first night - sure he still thinks about it when he’s alone - but it’s about all of you. He loves the way that when he comes home it feels so domestic - you and Alistair either running around the house playing games or cooking or baking together - something about it feels so right to him.

But he doesn’t want to make things weird between the two of you.

He hopes this special trip will help him out a little bit.

“Alright, the only room we have left is room 5. Is that ok Mr. Lord?”

Max nods as the small bed and breakfast owner hands over the key. He turns to look at you with tired eyes, seeing Alistair leaning up against you, barely awake.

Grabbing your bags, Max makes quick work of guiding you and Ali down the long hallway of numbered rooms until the three of you were gathered outside of room five.

Opening the door with the key, Max leads the two of you inside the small two room suite, dropping the bags unceremoniously onto the carpet as Ali lays down on the couch in the “living room” which consisted of a small kitchenette, a couch and two comfy chairs, a tv, and kitchen table with chairs.

“I knew he was tired, but not that tired,” you chuckle, pointing to the couch where Ali is fast asleep, one of the stuffed animals you had bought for him tucked under his arm.

Max let’s out a huff of frustration as he sits down on one of the soft chairs, running a hand through his now messy locks.

“Hey,” you say soothingly, making your way to the chair next to Max’s and sit down. You reach out a hand and place it on Max’s shoulder and give it a comforting squeeze.

At the feeling of your touch, a pair of brown eyes looks up and lock with yours, Max’s brow furrowed in not only frustration but stress.

The past several hours didn’t go as any of you planned.

The plane ride started out as usual, Max siting comfortingly in his seat and looking over some documents for his upcoming meeting. You and Alistair were sat in your own seats, playing with a new copy of Mad Libs, with Alistair giggling as you read out the story he created.

You were probably in the air for about 45 minutes when you hit a patch of bad weather, the plane going through a bit of turbulence.

Feeling the plane rock, your hand immediately shoots out to grab onto Max’s, your eyes locking with his in fear as he squeezes your hand, sending a small wave of comfort throughout your body.

The pilot comes over the speaker to inform you that he needs to make an emergency landing while the weather passes, and you feel your heartbeat pick up as the plane begins to descend, hearing Max comfort Ali from his seat.

It’s when the plane is grounded, that you begin to process what just happened - you find it hard to catch your breath as your bags are unloaded from the plane.

“Hey hey hey,” a soothing, familiar deep voice says, “we’re okay, alright? Let’s find somewhere we can stay so you and Ali can rest.”

“What about you? You need rest too after today,” you sigh, feeling Max place his hand on the small of your back, grabbing a few bags and grabbing Ali’s hand as the three of you make your way towards the taxi the small airport called for you.

“I’m not too worried about it,” Max reassures, helping you load everything into the taxi before helping you inside.

The bed and breakfast you were staying at was hours outside of DC, but you could always find a cat tomorrow and drive down to make it to Max’s meeting. It was the only place nearby with availability, even if it was only one room.

You break eye contact with Max, telling him you are going to run to the bathroom real quick. You stand up and walk over to the door to the bedroom, turning the knob open and gasping as you look inside.

“What’s wrong?” Max worriedly presses, still on edge from earlier. He jumps up and makes his way over, ready to face whatever danger may be behind the door, but feels his eyes widen as he sees the one singular bed in the center of the room.

“Oh,” he sighs, seeing you have the same reaction. The two of you haven’t shared a bed since that first night, and the two of you never spoke of it again.

“I can sleep in one of the chairs,” you blurt out, not fully thinking before the words come out. You can’t imagine sharing a bed with your boss, with Max, after what happened last time. It just would be too awkward.

“No no, you don’t have to do that,” he reassures, “I’ll sleep on the chair,” he suggests, getting a head shake from you. You don’t want him to be uncomfortable because of you, but you also don’t want to push the boundaries.

He lets out a sigh as he runs his hand through his hair again, something he would do when stressed over something such as a business proposal or shareholder meeting, but this was different.

You take a deep breath and turn to look at the tall man, watching as his eyes look down to meet yours. God he was so pretty. Has he always been this pretty?

“How about we just both sleep in the bed Max, that way we can both be comfortable and get some sleep before our drive tomorrow,” you rush out, looking down at your feet to avoid his gaze.

Max stays quiet for a moment, thinking over the benefits of actually sleeping in a bed, with you in it. After today, he feels like he could fall asleep instantly, so maybe it’ll be that way in the bed.

“Alright,” he sighs, “I’m going to change in the bathroom.”

You nod as he reaches down to grab his designer travel bag, heading off to the attached bathroom before shutting the door, missing the way your face heats up at the thought of sharing a bed with him.

You will yourself to get changed quickly, not wanting Max to walk in on you changing, even if he’s seen you undressed before.

Grabbing your bag, you search through for your pajamas, which consist of a pair of striped sleep shorts and an old oversized tshirt. Letting your hair down, you feel a heavy weight of exhaustion flow over you like an ocean wave, and your body subconsciously makes it’s way over to the small bed and lets you settle in.

Max walks out of the en-suite bathroom a few moments later, clad in his custom Armani pajamas and makes his way over to the bed, seeing you already tucked under the covers and turned away from him.

He lets out a sigh as he peels back his side of the covers, letting his body slip into his side of the bed and relax, the bed feeling like a cloud under his tense muscles. Letting his eyes flutter closed, he wills himself to fall asleep fast.

“Max?” you whisper, turning over to lay on your back.

The older man lets out a quiet groan, flipping over to face you. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you date?”

The question nearly makes his eyes shoot out of his head. Was he dreaming?

“I uh-,” he starts, letting out a small cough and staring up at the ceiling. “I haven’t found someone i’d want to bring home.”

He doesn’t miss the small “mhm” you let out, the air becoming thick with tension.

“Why don’t you date?” He questions back, feeling a little bold. If you could ask him, why couldn’t he ask you.

You let out a small laugh, “Of course you’d ask,” you laugh, taking a deep breath before closing your eyes. It’s now or never. After the turbulence situation, it made you realize that things aren’t guaranteed. Hell, if it bothers him Max can find another nanny.

“I haven’t found anyone i’d want to bring home since I met you.”

Max feels his throat tighten up. He immediately turns towards you and sees you have opened your eyes back up, and are looking right at him. Fuck, is this really happening?

“Me?” he asks excitedly, trying to stay calm as his nanny confesses her true feelings right before his very eyes.

“Yes you, unless there is some other Maxwell Lord that I have slept with and work for!” you laugh, feeling the anxiety in your chest start to fade away. You watch Max closely, swearing you can see stars in his eyes as your confession escapes your lips.

Max smiles to himself, letting out a small chuckle to himself before looking back at you. He scoots a little closer to you, not wanting to overcrowd you, but wanting to close the space between you two. He reaches forward and brushes a stray piece of hair away from your face, watching as a faint blush rises upon your cheeks.

“Can I hold you?” He asks softly, almost as if you would disappear if he spoke louder. You nod back at him, turning on your side so that your back is pressed up against his front.

Adjusting the covers around you both, Max brings you closer to his body and places his strong arm around your waist, holding you softly, yet securely, as if he would never let go. He settles his face into your neck and takes in your soft scent of coconut and something else sweet, never wanting to forget the scent.

You both let your eyes flutter shut, set on getting some rest. Feeling Max rubbing a familiar pattern on your hip, you feel yourself start to drift off comfortably, only feeling butterflies in your tummy, but the good kind.

Tomorrow you both can talk about your feelings, but right now you just want to lie in Max’s arms, and never have him let you go

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officialwittek · 3 years

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pt. 4

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Ever since my little conversation with the girls I haven’t been able to really be myself around Jeff. Now I notice the side glances, the lingering touches on my thigh, the way his breath hitches when I get pushed a little too close to him at parties, and everything else I haven’t noticed before. My friends were adamant that he liked me back but I couldn’t see it. Slowly I distanced myself from them, for one my manager thought it would be a good idea to release some new music soon so I was extra busy and I can’t really be around my friends without feeling like my heart is going to explode. Of course they started noticing and not a day went by where I didn’t get texts from at least three of them asking where I was and why I stopped coming around. Even Jason and Josh dropped my apartment to make sure I was still alive.

Three weeks have gone by since my sleepover with Jeff. We still talk but not as much as before. Carly and Natalie were constantly calling and texting and I truly felt bad, but it would seem like such a bullshit excuse to say it’s because of my crush on Jeff.

“Sage, this is... this is real good work. I’m thinking we finish it up, and be set to release it in two weeks” James, my manager, said listening to to the final of three of the songs

“Thanks dad, I think today we’re recording the last song. I’ll email you our final version by the end of the day” I reply, he ruffles my hair and nods, leaving for another meeting while the producer and I talk about the last track

We record for about four hours, fine tuning every last detail. After the two of us finally felt good about it we sent the file to James who also gave the approval. We sent it in the the higher ups who also gave us the ok. All the promotional pictures were finished, we had an album cover chosen, now to put it all together and make this my first serious piece of art. After the long morning I decided to head straight to my apartment. I wasn’t particularly hungry anyways. I parked my car and took the elevator up to my apartment.

I noticed shushing and brushed it off, thinking it was just Carly and Erin messing around. I unlock the door and see all of my friends crammed into this fairly small apartment. No one had their cameras out and they all had their arms crossed I sighed and put my things down before shutting the door.

“Before you even say anything. No I’m not on drugs, I don’t hate anyone, and I actually have been working on my music. My first EP is coming out in a few weeks” I explain, their faces relax and Carly walks up to me

“Don’t you ever try to ghost us like that again. We hated it” She said, wrapping her slender arms around my shoulders and I nodded, our friends came around and we all had a sweet group hug

“Well a congratulations are in order. I think we should celebrate tonight” David says, laughing loudly

“Fine, I’m stealing a Red Bull from your fridge though” I say, we all go downstairs and I finally notice some of their cars parked there

We all head to David’s house and I grab a Red Bull. We all sit in the living room. Filming dumb bits and getting ready for tonight. David wanted to throw it at his house since he wanted to keep it relatively small. Natalie, Carly, and Erin went to stock up for the night, asking me about all my favorite things. It took about an hour and a half for them to come back. Everyone helped get things from Nat‘s car and set up. We were finally ready and decided to start drinking before everyone got here.

“May Ilya and Zane stay away from the hospital. Amen” I yell, all of them cheering in response as we take our shots

After a few rounds of shots I was already pretty tipsy. I sat down at the couch, answering a few congratulatory texts from others. I talked to a few of our friends here and there. Jeff was nowhere to be found. I frowned a bit, but who can blame him? After all, I’m the one who made the decision to not talk to him.

“Do you think we could get a sneak peak?” Jason asks, taking a set next to me but I shake my head

“I want to keep it a complete surprise. Plus I’ve been thinking about having a release party and showing everyone there” I said, Jason actually thought that was a much better idea than just playing it

We made small talk here and there, apparently Wyatt has been dying to see my new studio. I loved Jason’s kids like they were my own family, especially since Wyatt and I have such a love for music.

“I’d love to have Wyatt at the studio. He can even record some things if he wants to. I know how to produce as well” I said, Jason damn near cried at the suggestion and we set a date

“Someone looks a little sober” Zane yells from behind us, I laugh and allow him to take me to the kitchen where the others were taking shots or making their best interpretations of different cocktails

After sampling everyone’s horrible attempt at a blackberry mojito it’s safe to say I was one shot away from exiting the physical realm. Especially since Zane decided it was appropriate to just dump nearly an entire bottle of rum in the drink. After a few minutes Todd headed to the door and let someone in. I heard the familiar accent and my heart dropped to my stomach. Jeff is here.

To be fair, I’m probably the only one who really cares that much, especially since I’m drunk as hell and I have a crush on the dude. I try to run and hide in a corner but there’s a lot more people now. I finally see an opening and head straight for the backyard. Thankfully no one noticed because Zane was too busy doing something extremely dangerous. I sit in one of the chairs we reserve for smoking, hitting my puff and scrolling mindlessly through TikTok, trying to get the thoughts out of my head. I hear the sliding door open and look up to see David.

“Alright what’s wrong? You look like we threw a party because we killed your dog” David jokes, my lips spread into a light smile

“Nothing, I’ve just been so exhausted lately with everything going on.. that’s all” I lie, I mean I’m not really lying, just not telling him the whole truth

“So it has nothing to do with Jeff showing up and you’re definitely overthinking and avoiding him even more. C’mon I’ve known you for forever, you can’t lie to me” He replies, his tone suddenly being serious

And it’s true, I’ve known David since I moved out here. He was my first real L.A friend. He’s seen me at my absolute lowest moments, and someone I could always go to whenever something was wrong. I hated that he could read me like a book.

“Fine, the Jeff thing is a contributing factor. But I’m being honest about the exhaustion” I say, crossing my arms like a child

We sit and talk, something we haven’t done in forever. It felt nice to have someone listen to me. After about half an hour of just talking we decide to head back inside. I felt too sober again and took some shots with Natalie and Toddy. I could feel Jeff’s eyes glaring a hole into the side of my head, but I was too sober to deal with anything right now.

At around 1:00 am. I got hungry and ordered DoorDash for everyone. All the other guests had left so it was just our main group scattered around the house. Jeff was surprisingly still here. Todd had whispered to me earlier that the only reason he was sticking around this late was to make sure I got home alright. I smiled at the sentiment, he was always making sure my drunk ass was safe.

Our DoorDash arrived and we all ate while watching some movie David found on Netflix. Jeff took a seat next to me, the look in his eyes was telling me he was going to ask for my permission so I simply nodded and scooted over so he could be comfortable. After we ate David wanted to get some last minute bits before we left for his vlog tomorrow.

“Jeff are you attracted to Sage?” David asks, my breath hitches in my throat, making me choke on my water

“No, I’ve blocked her out. Since she’s part of the friend group I don’t want to make anything weird” He replies, I can tell the answer even made David a little upset

Jason makes a joke to lighten the mood before there’s any tension which I greatly appreciate. Although Jeff’s words struck a cord, while I sit there repeating what he said it hits me. He’s right, I can’t guarantee that if Jeff and I were together that it would be for life and I can’t lose my second family. He’s right, it would never happen. Before I know it I feel my eyes watering and Natalie gently grabs my hand before leading me to her room with the rest of the girls in tow. When she closes the door I finally let it all out

“It’s ok princess, let it out” Mariah says, the girls wrapping me in a group hug

“It’s so stupid, we’re best friends before I let this stupid ass crush ruin everything but just hearing him say that out loud made it so much more concrete that we will never be together” I cry, resting my head on her shoulder

We have a little talk and I clean myself up before we all go back outside. At that point David was done filming and was looking through the footage on his camera to pick out some clips. Jeff was waiting patiently on the couch before Corinna spoke up.

“Hey Jeff, I’m gonna take Sage home. We have some plans tomorrow and it would just be easier if I stay over” She says, it’s sort of true, Corinna has some meetings in the morning and they’re closer to my place but she isn’t staying over

“Oh ok, I should head out then. I’ll see you guys later” Jeff says, saying his goodbyes and leaving

“So was anyone else uncomfortable with Jeff’s answer or was it just me?” David asks, the group agrees, it’s definitely in his right to say that I mean no is mad

“Yea, I wasn’t mad cause it’s his own opinion and Jeff is a big boy, but he seems to sort of lead you on for him to turn around and say that he doesn’t even see you like when we ask him about Natalie and Corinna” Heath replies, everyone nods in agreement and I just sigh

“I’m not mad, I mean I have been sort of ghosting everyone these past few weeks, maybe he’s just upset” I explain, Heath and Todd give me the look

“Baby that’s bullshit and you know it” Heath laughs, Todd agrees with him and taps my leg

“To be honest, he was very stressed out while you were gone” He says, I know he’s trying to make me feel better but it doesn’t really help

Corinna and I leave shortly after we have our little group talk. We caught up during the car ride and before I know it we’re at my apartment. We say goodbye and plan to meet for lunch tomorrow before I head up to my apartment. I knew Carly was probably fast asleep so I tried to be as quiet as possible.

I get ready for bed and climb into my warm blanket, wrapping myself like a burrito. I browse TikTok on my phone for a few minutes before setting my alarm. Just before I let sleep take over my phone buzzes on my nightstand.

Jeff: I missed you.. I’m sorry for being an asshole tonight. I had no idea that I was leading you on, but I didn’t know you had a crush on me..

Fuck.

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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Seventy Four.

Putting the blunt out as I blew out the smoke from my lips “I’m out, not staying out tonight” getting up from the chair, Big Sean looked at me all confused “really?” He said, nodding my head “Rihanna finally got the whip out” I laughed out “she been had that whip out bro, I just had to run out, but no. My wife has an appointment, so I need to be awake early you know, but I am happy with that. More than happy for you to put it on your album, when you ready reach out to me” dapping Big Sean “who your manager?” He asked “His wife” Herb cackled out as he said that “he laughing but he ain’t wrong either” putting my snapback on “your SnapBack be stanking like perfume you know” Sean said “my wife, she wore it and drowned it in her perfume, what can I say” shaking my head “ok, I’m out” saluting him off “catch up soon when you free” nodding my head as I made my way out of the studio, I am tired too so I need to catch up on some sleep. Since Rylee went I’ve been out every night but tonight is different because Robyn got that surgery tomorrow and I need to be awake early because she ain’t tell me a time and she will try and be sly about it and just go, yes I am pissed off with Robyn because I did not want my daughter in Barbados and this ain’t a bad thing but I just straight up hate that she gone there, but I do miss my wife and I don’t want anything bad to happen to her. She’s been resilient towards my behaviour, but I think she has a new man in town and my son has filled that void, if I left her for a week she will be fine, she got her little man now so who am I “how you feeling bro?” Herb asked “uhm, feeling a little nervous. You know how I am with my wife too, like ok I am pissed off, but I know she there you know what I mean. I told you that she is all calm and ok because she got my son, she is all into him. She’s been more of a mother since Rylee has gone” I admitted “ain’t that a good thing?” Herb said “yeah, for sure but why now” walking towards my car “never too late bro, maybe this is her time to change her ways before she comes back but what do I know” getting into the car, Herb got a point.

Watching the highlight from the game from last night and my mind isn’t on it at all, my whole thing was to never be mean to Robyn, but I was just angry and also I wanted her to realise I am angry by being silent, but I fucked up and ended up kind of saying stupid stuff I don’t mean, I do it to push her and I shouldn’t but it’s me. I can’t help but be real, I don’t agree with how she did it with my daughter, but I am over it, I see her on FaceTime, and she is smiling, then she asked why am I calling her without mom, why do I call on my own so she is noticing that shit and I don’t want that either, I just was angry with Robyn but I am over it. I just want her surgery to go ok, she says don’t cry for me, but she knows I will “you feeling guilty or some shit?” My head shot up “one of the highlights for me for this season was when we had the presence of Rihanna and Chris court-side, it’s nice to see her back cheering on Lebron again, I do personally know her and it was scary time for us all but to see her and her husband to be here and having fun, it’s a highlight, she’s a mother to us all” he laughed “you are right actually” they played a clip of us court-side “you know me, that’s my twin. I just didn’t agree with it, but you know if the world saw how I was with her I would be shot wouldn’t I” Herb chuckled “maybe but that shit is between you both, never too late to quit when you’re ahead either. I thought you was going to keep your mouth closed but you did a whole lot of opening it” I laughed “I can’t help myself; I just felt a certain way about it but I am over it. Seeing Rylee’ happiness, she isn’t upset so I need to act right you know. I love her no matter what, you know that” Herb keeps laughing “but because you opened your mouth you now look the bad guy” taking in a deep breath “don’t start” I mumbled “nigga I am just saying but you need to sleep, or you will remain asleep and she will be gone” I laughed, I know that would happen to me and I would be so angry about it.

I joined the kids for breakfast, I mean Robyn didn’t make me anything, so I am having cereal, but Robyn keeps side eyeing me, I know why because she is thinking what the fuck am I doing here but I have seen Robyn be more of a mother now and I don’t know what changed in her. Nudging Tianna, I asked her to try and find out what time her momma going to surgery, so I am hoping this pulls through, Tianna looked at me and I eyeballed her “mom” looking back at my bowl of cereal “yes baby” she said “what time are you going? I just want to know how much time I have with you” the added sentence at the end, I trained her well “soon, and if your father wants to know then tell him all he needs to do is be at home for the kids” I mean I tried, looking at the wall “it’s a little childish” I openly said “so is you going out every night to get a reaction out of me” looking over at her “you bored now” licking my lips “just be here for the kids ok, they need you Chris” looking at Imani, she is resting her head on Robyn’ arm “why is she upset?” I asked “because I told you I am going to hospital so they are upset even if you aren’t” now she knows damn well that is a lie “you know the truth” she rolled her eyes, I didn’t actually get the bite I wanted from Robyn, I mean I just wanted to express how upset I was with her but now we here, I don’t want her to go to surgery with us having bad blood, that can’t happen with us “Imani, I will be back” Tianna is also poking her lips out “what if you don’t come back, are you having another baby” Robyn laughed out “no, there is no baby. I just need to fix what they did Tianna; dad is here. Baby it’s fine, I just want you to be a big girl now. I’ll be back” they really don’t want their mother to go, neither do I.

Looking at my watch, Robyn is in the bedroom, and I know she is getting ready to go and I can hear that breast pump going off, so she is preparing, the machine turned off. I mean I don’t want us to be fallen out when she goes, I also want to take her to the hospital, I want to be there too, I will not ever let her go alone. Let me go inside, knocking on the door and walking in, I don’t know why I knocked on the door “you don’t live here?” Robyn which made me laugh “I am just saying, you know. You getting ready to go now?” Robyn shrugged “maybe, maybe not. I got the SUV coming” I knew she was going to say that “listen Robyn, like I ain’t about to let you go alone into that hospital, I already don’t like the fact you are going under either, shit is not sitting well with me. At the end of the day you know how much I care about you; you know I can’t do without you. You know this, and this is why you are doing it. I am sorry, you don’t want to hear it but I am sorry. I just didn’t agree with the shit you did, I tried to keep quiet, but it didn’t work because I just got a big mouth, I love you and you know this” Robyn is either going to accept it or be kicking and screaming about it “I appreciate you apologising, thank you for that. I am not going to go into surgery holding this argument in my heart, I refuse. So I do forgive you but once I am back out of it, then we need to really talk. I really hate how you speak to me, how you act. But I need to finish off making sure Junior gets fed, but I accept your apology and you right, you will be taking me to the hospital” she turned away from me, oh it turned out better then I though.

I think Robyn personally knew I wasn’t going to stay at home, I wasn’t going to stay behind. She knew I Was going to go with her, at the end of the day she is my wife. I will ride for her, this argument we be having don’t mean shit when things like this be happening, I just want her to be happy “why can’t we go to the hospital?” Tianna asked “because it’s not a place for you kids, once she is awake then we will see about it ok. Just give me the biggest hug, you got Herb and Sara here, be mindful of Sara too, she got Junior to deal with” Robyn made her way down the steps “I love you mom” Tianna ran at her “awww baby, I love you too. Don’t worry too much ok, I will be out before you know it” Robyn hugged her close “I want you home please” smiling at them both “mommy I love you” Imani made her way over “I love you both so much too, I can’t wait to give you all hugs again and see your beautiful faces, I love you all so so much. If you need anything, daddy is around. You can speak to him or ask him for anything” Herb dapped me “take care, praying it goes well Rih” he saluted her “thank you” Robyn said “recovery about to be a bitch” I can imagine it will be, I may have to carry her again like last time, but I don’t mind it.

Robyn is facetiming Rylee, they are both speaking which is nice to see “I will be thinking about you mom” she said “same baby, you kids worry so much about me don’t you, I will be back. But enough of me, what did you do today?” I do not miss LA traffic at all, shit is draining “at the beach!” she yelped out “oh you are just living life aren’t you? Wow, I am super jealous Rylee” she laughed “your tan looking cute on you, Barbados looks good on you girl but anyways, dad will let you know once I come out of surgery, do not worry about me baby, I will be ok” looking over at Robyn “miss you all so much, mom please be ok” see what I mean, the kids and me are scarred from last time “thank you baby, I miss you too. Don’t worry about it, honestly. But speak soon, love you” Robyn gave air kisses to the phone “love you, love you, love you” Rylee said back and started giving air kisses back “awww bye baby” the call disconnected “well the kids know, as soon as I come out of surgery, dead or not. Let the kids know” glaring at her “you got issues, the fuck you saying that for? I will spin this car back around and we going home” Robyn chuckled “be quiet, drama queen. But I am glad you apologised, because the way you were acting was not nice but we will discuss this even more if I come back” now she is pissing me off “right” I am spinning the car back around “no, no, no, no. Don’t you dare” she grabbed at my arm “then don’t say that shit please” I hate that she is joking about it because I don’t like this shit, I don’t want it to even happen.

Looking around the room they gave Robyn, it is very fancy “you can go home you know, you don’t need to stay here” sitting down on the chair “I am staying, I am waiting until you come back, lift your gown up a little” it’s a little too down “don’t worry nobody is seeing my boobs” I don’t care what she says, I am not leaving. The door opened; I felt a little down because they said they would be coming to take her to the surgery room “she going now?” I said as I got up “yes sir, we are here to take Mrs Brown” nodding my head walking over to the bed “what you want?” she said with a smirk “just want to say good luck and I will be here waiting for you” placing my hand atop of her head “are you getting emotional now? Been playing around all that time, we could spent time together” I shrugged “I don’t get emotional” she rolled her eyes “sure you don’t, you look like you about to cry huh” Robyn laughed, licking my lips laughing a little, I do feel sad “any last words” I groaned out “see what I mean about you, I hate that” she chuckled “if I don’t laugh I would cry, but I will see you then” nodding my head “can I kiss you?” I asked, I mean I am being nice “just one kiss” licking my lips, pecking her lips “you would wet your lips, let me go now” chewing on my bottom lip stepping back “take care of my wife, I mean it” they really taking my soul with them, anything can happen, this is surgery and I hate that she is going through this.

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angelanika · 3 years

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How Bizarre Pt.3

<<<Part 2

Chapter Warnings: Toxic Relationships, Sugar daddy/baby relationship, cheating, cursing, implied sexual activity, depictions of racial discrimination

Your new job is how you would describe as very...eventful.

While most of the girls catered to Mr.Hara in more thrilling ways, you took it upon yourself to look after Prince and actually do some tidying up around the place, which Mr.Hara was extremely grateful for.

And being the generous magician that he is, he then materialized said gratitude into dollar bills.

One Saturday evening after you had tucked Prince in and all of the girls had left, you placed a steaming plate in front of an exhausted Mr.Hara who instantly pulled you into his lap.

The house was eerily quiet for a place that’s usually buzzing with excitement but you kinda enjoyed the peace.

You made yourself comfortable as he holds you tight against his broad chest and rests his head on your shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

His sleek, black hair was untidy and a few top buttons of his shirt had been undone but overall, the man just looked SEXY.

“Rough day?” you ask softly.

“Yeah,” he groans. “Thank you for the meal princess.”

“My pleasure.”

You hop off his lap to allow him to eat and he ushers you to sit down next to him.

As he finished, you sprung up to collect the plate but he stopped you and told you to just sit back down for a minute.

You were confused.

“So,” he finally began,”My wife is coming back tomorrow.”

Well isn’t this fucker just full of surprises...

“WIFE?!” you exclaimed, “You told me you were divorced!”

“Divorced……..in my mind.”

This bitch.

You felt totally betrayed, stupid and almost disgusted with yourself. You wanted to slap him across his cheek, spit in his face and walk out right then and there but... you didn’t.

You knew that finding a new job that paid just as well quickly would be extremely difficult, especially when the employers here were always reluctant to hire...people like you…

You basically had to fight for your last job and even after all that struggling, they still didn’t pay you well.

Mr.Hara watched the anger wash away from your face, being replaced with that of just annoyance and uncertainty of what to do next.

Taking notice of your semi-cooldown, he figured it was ok to continue, “She was dealing with some international relations for the Hero’s Commission abroad and was gone for quite a bit, but as i said, she’ll be back tomorrow so I have to make some changes.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, plopping your exhausted body down in the luxury dining chair, holding your aching head in your hands.

“Ok, so what does that mean for me?” You asked without even looking up.

Mr.Hara adjusted in his chair a bit and cleared his throat, “ahem well obviously I can’t have all the girls here anymore, so I let them go.”

Your face flew up, “Even Lada?”

“Yes, sorry, I know you two had gotten close.”

You only sighed and dropped your head again as he continued.

“But I would like for you to stay if you don’t mind.”

Seeing that you were the only one who really worked around the house and took care of Prince, it made sense.

With his wife around, his little “maids” are gonna have to actually do some housework and that’s where you come in.

“My wife will probably try to cut your pay but don’t worry, I’ll still top up your account and such. So what do you say princess?”

You remained quiet.

“I understand if you want to go,” Mr.Hara said quickly during your silence, sitting up and reaching for your hand, “but it would be a real help if you sta-”

“fine.” you whispered.

Relief washed over the unnecessarily attractive man and he was finally able to relax back down in his seat.

But just as he slouched back down, you swiftly jumped up.

“But if she’s a bitch then I want extra,” you argue.

Mr.Hara immediately laughed at this and dragged you into his lap once more,

“Well I guess I’ll be paying you extra princess.”

* * *

The next day, just as he had promised, Mrs.Hara arrived.

She had long manicured nails and shiny jewelry to match. Her silky dark hair rested by her slim waist adorned with an expensive diamond clip. She looked a tad younger than Mr.Hara himself but her stare was just as intimidating.

The minute she stepped through the door, the whole atmosphere changed drastically and it was plain as day that their relationship hadn’t a single drop of romance.

You wondered if it arranged for connections or convenience or something like that but then again, that ain’t none of your business.

"Welcome home," Mr Hara stated plainly.

“Mm thanks" she boredly replied.

She huffed while taking off her brown fur coat, to which he makes no effort to assist and you laughed to yourself at the thought of how eager he is to remove other women’s clothing.

"Where's Rosalina? I need a massage."

"Actually…” Mr.Hara began, “Ms.Rosalina was getting a little old and had served us well for years so I let her go."

Mrs.Hara glared at him.

He then grabbed your shoulders and presented you in front of her.

"This is Y/N L/N, our new maid"

The terrifying woman finally acknowledged your presence.

She eyed you up and down and up and down.

The sass in you was aching to do the same to her and turn up your nose, but u suppressed to urge.

"Hm," she finally says, "at least she looks the part."

TF SHE MEAN BY THAT?!?!

"Ok Y/N, I'm not comfortable with you touching me just yet, so fix up a plate for me quickly, I'm starving. I don't care what it is."

"Ok," you said ready to walk off.

"Oh and one more thing....its Yes Mrs.Hara"

As you strolled passed Mr.Hara to slip into the kitchen, you quickly tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Remember. Extra."

* * *

It had been a little over 2 months since Mrs.Hara's arrival and you were balancing working at the house and the daycare pretty well.

When you finally arrived at the mansion one Friday to complete your evening work, you immediately noticed a missing luxury car from the massive driveway.

"Mrs.Hara," you spoke, "should i prepare the dinner table for you and your husband now or will he be out a bit later?"

She straightened up from her lounging position on the couch and looked up from her phone to face you.

"Oh yeah, about that. I kicked him out."

Huh?

Your soul left your body.

Fly high y/n 🕊

"W-what do you mean you kicked him out?" You damn near shouted. Your voice laced with desperation and your eyes wide and shaky.

Mr.Hara was the only reason you kept this job, the only thing getting you through this job!

She turned to you with a raised brow, confused as to why this would bother you so much.

"I caught the old dirtbag sleeping around so I kicked him out," she explained calmly.

"Frankly I knew he always had other girls in our bed and I was with other men," she laughed, "but I got tired of it, you know, so I kicked him out."

You felt sick.

"P-please excuse me," you mutter.

Mrs.Hara only gave you a small nod before plugging back in her earbuds and turning to her phone.

You dashed towards your small chambers and immediately took out yours.

"Please pick up! Please pick up! Please pick up!" You chanted into the device as it rang.

The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please tr-

Fuck...

“Come on you dirty bastard! Pick up! Pick up!”

The number you have dialed is unavailabl-

FUCK!!

You probably tried to call Mr.Hara’s phone at least 74 times that evening and each time there was no answer.

You didn't have anyone to ask for a possible new number.

The extra cash suddenly stopped being deposited into your account

And honestly, now you were just tired.

Rumour has it that he left everything behind to go live his best life in the tropical paradise of Jamaica soaking up the sun, sand and sea and fully enjoying the Caribbean girls and culture.

You laughed to yourself as you thought about all these bizarre events that took place throughout the year and landed you where you are now.

All you could do was laugh at this point.

You looked back at the list Mrs.Hara had left on the table for you this morning, mentally ticking off "Make Lemonade" as you placed the 2 jugs in the large refrigerator.

"Ok y/n," you said to yourself, "time for the cupcakes! Ouuu Prince is gonna love these!"

As you zoomed through the kitchen, as busy as a bee, Bakugou was on the other side of town casually strolling through the hotel you had left just hours before.

“Did you enjoy your stay, Ground Zero?” asked the polite lobby boy as he opened the large glass door for the hero.

“Yeah Yeah Whatever,” Bakugou grumbled while pulling up his dark sunglasses.

But he was in a better mood than most days and was feeling generous.

Before he slipped through the door, he stopped and pulled out his wallet, “And uh, here’s a tip- WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Lobby boy: 👁👄👁

“WHERE TF IS MY MONEY?!”

“Umm sir...we’re gonna need you to lower your voi-”

“STFU and take this,” Bakugou yelled while shoving a $20 bill into the boy's hand.

The boy went on to thank the Pro Hero but Bakugou was already storming out the door and throwing himself into his car.

“I’m sure I had a few other hundred bucks in here, where the fuc-……...THAT BITCH!”

It all finally came back to him.

“THAT SNEAKY FUCKING BITCH! Ohhhh when I get my hands on the slu-”

*Brrrrr Brrrrr*

Bakugou continued to curse under his breath as he aggressively shifted around in the car to grab his phone from his back pocket, “Tch. What is it shittyhair?!”

“Hey Man!” Kirishima chirped, “Just reminding you about the kid’s birthday party today.”

“HAH?! The fuck you talking about? It’s my day off!”

“Uh well no, not really. You agreed to show up for the kid’s party today at 4, remember?”

Bakugou finally took a glance at the notifications on his phone, revealing the 20+ reminders from his assistant and notes in his calendar.

Oh yea this shit to make him lOoK bEttEr iN tHe pUbLic eYE.

“AGHHH!! Fine...I’m on my way. I just need to go home and grab my costume.”

“You’re not at home?”.

“No shittyhair, I’m at a hotel.”

“What are you doing at a hote- OHHH!” Bakugou could practically hear Kiri’s smirk through the phone, “so you finallyyy got laid, huh?”

“Shut the hell up! It hasn’t been that long shittyface!”

“Its shittyhai-”

“WHATEVERTHEFUCK”

“Haha alright man,” Kiri laughed, “Just hurry up ok? I’m pulling up now and these people are LOADED!”

Bakugou started up his car and put Kirishima on speaker as he began to drive.

“Yeah ok whatever, just send the address.”

“Alright man, will do…...wait, HOLY SHIT Bro!”

“What is it?!” Bakugou barked.

“Aye man, make sure you dress well! The maid setting up here is SMOKING HO-”

*Beep* Call Ended

“Tch. Fucking dumbass…”

A/N: wheww what a piece of drama! Sorry if this seemed rushed, I really wanted to get the backstory out there, without taking away from the main plot 😅 Thanks for all the support, sorry for the wait but sit back, things are gonna get heated🤪

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firefly464 · 4 years

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The Real World - Chapter 9

:insert eyes emoji here because shits about to get real:

@i-have-this-now wrote the last part because she’s great and amazing and wonderful :D

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Wilbur sat in his office, staring at his computer screen in dismay. It had been roughly a week since him and Tubbo had gone and visited Tommy. Roughly a week since his friend's panic attack. A week since Tommy had started acting differently. His friend had been acting secretive all week, almost terrified in a strange way. He acted as if no one could see the way he flinched at loud noises, or the fearful look in his eyes whenever someone came too close. He had fumbled around with the phone, as if not even knowing how to use it. He had talked to Dream in an almost pleading tone, begging for… something, and Will didn’t know what it was. He had never seen his friend acting like that before.

His hand traced over the long scar on his arm that Tommy had given him during his panic attack. He didn’t blame his friend at all for the wound, in fact it was mostly his own fault for trying to comfort him. At that moment, it had been clear that Tommy hadn’t actually been seeing him. He had seen someone, or something else. In Wilbur’s concern for his friend, he had reached out to comfort him, despite the fact that he knew it was a bad idea.

His stupidity had earned him a long, jagged cut down the side of his forearm from the pencil that Tommy had been wielding as a weapon. He had jerked back with a hiss of pain. “Get the fuck away from me! I won’t let you hurt anyone else!” Tommy had screamed.

Tubbo took a small step forward, his hands out in front of him comfortingly “Tommy, you’re ok, I promise. No one is going to hurt you.” His voice was soft and calm, as if he was talking to a wild animal. Based on the look in Tommy’s eyes, it wasn’t too far off from the truth.

Tommy’s blue eyes had snapped over to Tubbo, as if trying to figure out what he was supposed to do. “Tubbo? Tubbo you need to run! He’s going to kill you, he’s going to fucking kill you and burn our home to the ground!”

“Hey, it's all right. I’m fine, see? No one is going to kill me.”

Desperately, Tommy grabbed his friend's shoulders, trying to get it through Tubbo’s head that he needed to run. “You don’t get it. H-He’s going to kill all of you. You need to find the others and warn them. I can’t… I can’t fucking lose you.”

“Tommy, take a deep breath. You’re safe. I promise that we’re both safe.”

“But Dream-” he shuttered, a wave of sobs running through him, “God this is my fault. Why the fuck did I listen to him? Now you’re all going to fucking die because of me!”

Wilbur stared intently at the scar on his arm, trying to figure out what the hell Tommy had meant. Clearly, Dream had done something to him. But what? What had he done that was so terrible, it had caused the boy to collapse over a simple video clip? Will had rewatched the clip several times, trying to pinpoint exactly what could have possibly triggered the terrible PTSD. He had found nothing.

After WIlbur and Tubbo had left Tommy’s house, it had seemed like things were slowly but surely returning back to normal. Tommy had quickly gone from acting as if he knew nothing about the world around him or how to do anything, to slowly but surely returning to his old, chipper self. Even so, it didn’t feel right. Something was still wrong. His jokes all felt forced, his smiles all fake. Whenever they were in a call together, his words all felt carefully planned out, as if he were scared of saying something wrong. No one brought up his outburst, but it was clear that they were all thinking about it.

At one point, Tubbo had hesitantly suggested that Tommy get on the DreamSMP, clearly scared of triggering another panic attack.

However, Tommy had just gone silent, before very quietly saying, “What…?” His voice had been filled with a hesitant hope. Hope for what, Will didn’t know. But it was something that he hadn’t heard in his friend's voice all week, and he wasn’t going to question it.

“The SMP? The server?” “How do I… How do I do that?” He had asked quietly.

Tubbo had ended up walking his friend through the entire process of getting online, never once asking why or sounding annoyed. It was clear how important this was to Tommy, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to ruin it by teasing.

As Tommy had logged onto the server, the discord call was silent. No one spoke as he spun in a slow circle, taking in everything around him. Not a word was muttered as he cautiously moved around. The only sound that could be heard were the quiet sobs being picked up by his mic.

“Home…” He had whispered quietly, the sound just barely loud enough to be picked up over discord.

God, none of it made any sense. None of it made any damn sense, and just thinking about it made Wilbur’s head hurt. Tommy acted as though he was an entirely different person. At first, Will had just attributed his strange behavior to PTSD. A strange way of coping after whatever hell he had gone through. But now… Now he wasn’t so sure. Tommy was recovering far too quickly for it to be merely PTSD. So what the hell was going on? He needed to talk to Tubbo. They needed answers.

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The next day, Tommy was sitting in front of his computer, staring at the walls of L’manberg. Looking at it made his chest hurt with homesickness, but it was his only connection to his old life. It may not have been as impressive as the real thing, but it was still beautiful in its own right. Ever since the others had shown him the server, he had spent most of his time on it. He hadn’t exactly done anything, but simply walking around the familiar lands of his home felt calming.

A ring sounded from his computer, making him jump. It took him a couple seconds to calm down enough to register that it was only an incoming call, and not any sort of attack. With a slightly trembling hand, he answered.

Silence. “Hello?” he asked, trying to see what was going on.

“Hey Tommy.” Tubbo’s voice was reserved, almost nervous in a way. Tommy could feel his muscles tense. The last time he had heard his friend speak like this was during the war. Something had happened. Something must have happened.

“What's wrong? Are you ok? Did something bad happen?” he asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

“What? No, no. We just uh… We just wanted to ask you something.”

“I mean, go for it…? Are you sure everything is alright?”

“We’re fine. Tommy, I want you to answer me honestly, got it?” Wilbur’s voice cut interrupted his rampaging thoughts. Thoughts of how his friends were hurt. Thoughts of what had gone wrong. Thoughts of how Dream might have gotten to them… “Tommy, what happened to you?”

“I told you already. I don’t remember,” he replied half heartedly, his mind elsewhere.

“I think we all know that isn’t true. Tommy, what did Dream do?”

That brought his train of thought to a screeching halt. What did they know? How did they figure it out? What had he done wrong? “W-what? What do you mean?”

“Alright, I’ll let you in on a little secret. Tommyinit wasn’t this shit of a liar. He was bad at it, yeah, but at least he could lie without sounding like a moron. I’m going to ask this once, and I expect a straight answer. Who the hell are you?”

Tommy felt like his blood had frozen in his veins. They knew, they fucking knew. Dream was going to kill him. Dream was going to follow through with his threat. “I uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wilbur ran a hand through his hair. “Alright. If you aren’t going to give us a straight answer, I might as well ask Dream himself.”

“NO!” He screamed. If Will went and asked Dream, then Dream would think that Tommy had snitched. Then, who knows what would happen. “Please don’t talk to Dream about it. Please.”

Will had already left the call.

~~~

“Yeah, you’re right, chat. Hold on let me check if he’s online,” Eret said, switching browsers from Minecraft to Discord. “Yep, he’s in VC 3 with Tubbo.”

Eret clicked on the voice chat. He tried to talk yet Tubbo cut him off. “Oh fuck, we aren’t in a private VC.”

“Sorry, a wha-”

“Er… Hello?” Eret said. The two of them suddenly stopped talking. “So, what’re you two up to?”

“...Eret?” Tommy said, it sounded more like a statement than a question.

“Am I intruding on something? I can go if you’d like.” Eret replied, hoping to lighten the tension on the situation. Eret’s twitch chat was going insane, spamming questions and shouting. Eret wasn’t really focused on the chat.

“Hold on, I think we should go to a privat-” Tubbo spoke but was cut off.

“No, that- that’s not right- I- you fucking-” Tommy started, and was immediately removed from the VC. Tubbo also exited the VC seconds after.

“It is actually getting a bit late here so I guess it’s time to end the stream.” Eret tried to make an excuse to end the stream. “I’ll see you later guys. I love you all so much, thank you for all the support this stream. I think I’m gonna be streaming tomorrow? Still not sure. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later. Peace.”

He quickly exited Twitch and stopped streaming. Tommy sounded… mad? Upset? Scared? Eret didn’t know. He opened Discord and sent a message to Tommy.

TheEret Today at 8:52 pm

You alright?

He instantly got a Discord notification back, but it wasn’t from Tommy.

Tubbo_ Today at 8:52 pm

can we private VC?

TheEret Today at 8:53 pm

sure

The second he sent the message, he got a call from Tubbo. “Hey, Eret.” Tubbo said. “I… I don’t think Tommy’s feeling too well. I’m really not sure what happened.”

“Oh god. Is he okay?” Eret asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“I- hold on, I’ll dm him and see if he wants to talk.”

“Alright.”

A few seconds passed. “Oh. Oh no.” Tubbo said.

“Wait, did something happen? What’d he say?”

“He’s very… mad at you. I- Oh jeez, that’s a lot of messages- I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Do you think it’s because of the SMP? I- you know it was just a bit, right?” Eret asked. Surely, Tommy can’t be mad at him because of a video game right?

“Yeah, yeah, but he’s… he sounds pissed, man. I don’t know wha- Oh. Shit, hold on, he wants to be added in the call. You okay with that?”

Honestly, Eret wasn’t sure. “Uh- yes?”

“Eret.” Tommy’s voice rang through the call. His voice was quiet and stable, unlike his usual self. “What the fuck.”

“I- I’m sorry? I don’t know what I did wrong. Was it the SMP? You know that was a-”

“You could’ve been on the right side of history, Eret. You could’ve-”

“Tommy, calm-”

“Instead, you chose to loot us and leave us for dead. You chose power. You chose to be with Dream.”

Wait, were they supposed to be in character? Eret just ended his stream, so was Tubbo streaming? Or was it something else?

He immediately switched into character, hoping it was the right move. “Well, it wasn’t hard for me to choose. You were fighting for something futile, something you didn’t guarantee. I chose Dream because you were fighting a losing battle, and I didn’t want to get the short end of the stick.”

Whilst he was talking, Eret sent Tubbo a Discord message.

TheEret Today at 9:12 pm Are you and tommy streaming?

Tubbo_ Today at 9:12 pm no?

TheEret Today at 9:12 pm so i’m not supposed to be in character?

Tubbo_ Today at 9:12 pm uhh yeah

Before Eret could wrap his head around the situation, another person joined the call. It was Wilbur. “Dream said you have 48 hours, Tommy wh- wait, why is Eret here?”

Before Eret could respond, he was kicked from the call. He stared at his monitor in stunned silence, not entirely sure of what had just happened. Tommy had seemed so mad at him for his “betrayal,” even though none of them were supposed to be in character. Why was he so upset? And why did Wilbur react to Eret being there in the way that he did? Had he said something wrong? Was there some sort of planned stream that Eret wasn’t told about?

Eret turned off his computer with a sigh. His mind was racing with possibilities of what had just happened and why, but he wouldn’t be able to act on his thoughts until tomorrow. All he could do now was sleep.

~~~ On the other side of the country, a man sat in front of his computer. A sadistic grin sat upon his face as his green eyes pierced through the dim light. “I warned you not to tell them Tommy. Now, it's time to face the consequences of your actions.”

~~~

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Book 2: secrets revealed Virgil Anker: trust and caution

Masterlist book 1

It's not easy to know who to trust and who to be wary off. But Virgil better learn soon.

When Virgil got back to the new house, he took a shower and sat himself on the couch in his pj’s. He was listening to his ‘winding down’ playlist. He was grinning to himself. Someone else was wearing his design. Sure he’d made Janus a shirt way back in freshmen year, but he barely wore it outside the house. This would be seen by tons of people. And it looked so good! He couldn’t wait till Monday. He could imagine Roman’s reaction. Would there be pictures in the papers? On the news? He just might buy a paper so he could keep a clipping to look back on later. Thinking about gushing over the costume with Roman at school made him think about seeing Janus again. J had skipped school after what happened in the hallway, leading to him having detention all of last week. He hadn’t even so much as looked at Virgil since. Not in a, “I am mad and ignoring you way,”. He looked ashamed. Scared. That was what made it so hard for Virgil to stick to his plan. Janus looked so hurt and lost and ashamed. And during lunch, he was nowhere to be found. Virgil needed to talk to Picani about this tomorrow. It would be a busy session. He contemplated where things had gone wrong for the millionth time for a while until he heard the door and looked up to see his fathers enter the room. “You’re back!” he greeted as he sat up. “So I gotta know, who’s your fourth guy?” he wondered casually. His dad just looked at him confused. “What do you mean?” “For your poker nights,” he clarified with a chuckle. Imagining Patton or uncle Thomas playing poker was kind of funny. It seemed so out of character for them. Still he couldn’t imagine what else would take all three of them getting together like this. Thomas had taught musical theatre classes, back when he was still a professor, and now he was the dean. Then again, Virgil wasn’t certain his uncle was always present. Tonight might just have been one time he happened to be there. But Patton definitely had been part of this project as much as Logan was. The past six months at the very least, but most likely from the start. “No cardgames I’m afraid kiddo. We’ll tell you about the project once it’s finished. It’s all confidential for now I’m afraid,” Patton told him gently. Virgil looked long and hard at Patton. He wasn’t lying. And confidential stuff made a lot of sense. He shrugged, letting it go. Even if his first guess was right after all and his dad was doing some kind of superhero stuff as BrainStorm, if Patton was there to help him Virgil felt assured that they’d be safe. Though he wouldn’t know how Patton, or Thomas, got wrapped up with anything involving a former super villain. “Okay, keep your secrets,” he sighed as he stretched. “Night Pat, night Lo,” he bid before heading upstairs. “Goodnight Virgil, I love you.” Virgil looked back at his dad when he heard that. “Love you to dad,” he replied with a smile. “Love you three kiddo!” Patton added, making Virgil laugh. “Love ya Pat.” And with that he went upstairs to his room. His new room was bigger than the one in his old house. But he didn’t care much about that. His old room had memories. He missed it honestly. He started to worry that he’d been too quick to say that he wanted to move out. No matter how nice the new house was, and how conveniently it was positioned, it would never quite be like the one he’d known most of his life. He let himself drop on his bed. It was pointless to think about that now. At this point, another family had probably moved into their old home. They’d brought their own furniture. Probably painted over the walls. Erasing the little doodles he’d made when he was little and bored. Before his mind could go any farther down that path, he heard a buzzing. Roman sent him a text. “Greetings! I just got back. Sorry for not checking in earlier. Could not be helped. Did you get home alright?” Virgil chuckled and texted back. “LOL. You worry too much. Hope you had a fun night.” Virgil certainly did. Just thinking about it made him impatient. Oh why not? Before he could second guess himself, he pressed call. “Virgil?” Roman sounded surprised, but Virgil was already way to giddy about his news. “I had to tell you now. I saw him!” he whispered. “Who? And why are we whispering?” Roman asked, mimicking his volume. “I’m supposed to be asleep,” he admitted, earning himself a chuckle. “Ok… Who did you see?” Roman asked. “Dream Prince!” expecting the logical next question he edited his story a little. “I went for a walk and I guess he was doing patrol in my neighborhood, I caught a glimpse of him,” well, that was an understatement. But he couldn’t tell Roman everything. Not yet. He’d lectured Prince about being cautious just today. He trusted Roman. But anyone could overhear them at any time. “He was wearing my costume! You were right! I can’t wait to get a good look at it in action!” Again. “You think someone got a picture? I didn’t have a chance. God I should’ve taken a picture so I could show you!” Though he wasn’t sure if he could’ve managed to get a believable citizens picture of him. He doubted Prince could be photographed if he didn’t want to be. “I’m sure I’ll see your work plastered around the front pages Monday. Pretty sure you missed out on the Saturday edition. But the news stations might talk about it.” Virgil’s cheeks hurt from smiling. “You sure you don’t want your name attached to it?” Virgil considered that for a moment. It would be kind of cool, he supposed. But he was trying not to draw any attention to his civilian self so long as he did the vigilante gig. Asides from that, he didn’t want anyone to be able to claim any of his future successes were due to his connection to a superhero, or have expectations based on this one work. “Yeah… I just… I know I should want the credit. But, just in case he becomes like this big time hero,” which seemed very likely to Virgil. His powers were pretty amazing and he had the personality to make it big. “I don’t want my possible career to be defined before it starts, you know what I mean?” He hoped he did, because he was starting to get confused by his own phrasing. “Maybe I’ll come forth with the original sketch when I’m like, 30, to prove it was me if it still matters by then,” he concluded. “Sounds like a smart plan. I’m going to let you go. I do need my beauty sleep after all.” Oh, he made it too easy. “You said it, not me,” he chuckled. “Night Princey.” “Buenas noches. Mi querido amigo,” Roman replied dramatically. Virgil rolled his eyes. Though he smiled as he realized Roman just called him ‘dear friend’. Trying to hide the way that warmed his chest he let out a groan. “Bon nuit,” he huffed in retaliation before hanging up. Janus had taught him a bit of French over the years. And just like that his thoughts returned to his old friend. Janus had been well behaved the past week. He hadn’t gotten in a single fight. Maybe he should try and show that he noticed. Just saying ‘hi’ wouldn’t be that bad right? Show that he meant it when he said he wanted to get back to being friends, real friends, at some point. With thoughts of a happy ending for everyone, Virgil fell asleep. The next morning he woke up early. He made sure to be quiet as he got ready for the day. Once downstairs he turned on the tv. And sure enough, the local station was talking about Dream Prince. A professional picture of him leaping across the street from one rooftop to another serving as background. The anchors were talking about his heroic deeds of last night, ranging from walking a girl home to taking down those criminals ‘single handedly’. “No one can deny it. This young hero finds no feat too great or too small, and he does it with style. Looks like he’s settled on a look.” They thought his costume had style! Virgil was vibrating with excitement. He couldn’t sit still. He had to do something with all this energy. He started on breakfast. Bacon, eggs… It had been a while since he’d felt up to making a big breakfast and been the first to wake up. Patton was as much of an early riser as he and Logan. Which meant he hadn’t had Virgil’s secret omelet recipe yet. He was bouncing on his feet as the two anchors were analyzing the costume in as much detail as they could. They found the heels a bold choice and the mask an elegant way to incorporate a crown. When Virgil heard his dads move about upstairs he turned the news off and set the table. Patton really liked the eggs. That or he really wanted Virgil to think so. Three servings made him think that it wasn’t pretend though. After breakfast, uncle Thomas picked him up for their trip to the zoo. Virgil had been looking forward to it. It felt forever ago since he last spent some one on one time with his honorary uncle. “That’s a nice one. You really got the eyes down well,” he complemented as Virgil finished a sketch of a koala. “Thanks,” Virgil said, pretty happy with the result as well. “You are really talented. Guess it runs in the family. I remember your dad scribbling away in his poetry notebook all the time.” Virgil looked at his uncle with wide eyes. “You knew my father?” he asked perplexed. Thomas frowned down at him for a moment before his eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, no. I never personally met your birthfather. I meant Logan,” he clarified. Virgil was a little disappointed. For a second he’d hoped to learn a little more about his birthparents. But if Thomas had been talking about Logan… “My dad wrote poetry?” Thomas chuckled. “Yeah. He was pretty good. Though he’d disagree. He felt more comfortable using his sharp tongue on the debate team. He won us some prizes,” he recalled. Virgil took this in. He had wondered what his dad was like at his age before. Now was a good time to ask more. “So poetry and debate team… Guess that is why you two became friends, huh?” he asked. Thomas shook his head a little awkwardly. “Not exactly. With my social anxiety I probably wouldn’t have approached him if my mom hadn’t told me about his mom losing custody…” “What!?” Virgil gasped. He never knew that. Thomas cringed realizing he had maybe said to much. He looked down at Virgil. “Your grandparents weren’t parents of the year. Not abusive, but… neglectful I suppose. Logan never talked about it, so I don’t know the details. Just what little ” “He was in the system?” Virgil asked with a shiver. He’d heard about the system. He was glad he never had to experience it. “No, like for you there was someone ready to take him in right away,” Thomas told him. Virgil wanted to ask who had adopted his dad. But he had an idea… And he kind of didn’t want to hear he was wrong. He wanted it to be his parents. It would explain why Logan had such a hard time talking about them, but had so much love and respect for them when he did. “What was it like rooming with him? Was he secretly a slob in college?” he asked hopefully. Thomas relaxed and started talking about a few college stories, though he quickly veered into high school and early parenthood stories. At the end of the day Virgil had a good handful of animal sketches, an idea for his art project for the semester and Thomas dropped him off at Picani’s office. “Hello Virgil. How are you today? I heard you had a good scare earlier this week.” Virgil let out a deep sigh, sat down and started his story. Leaving Picani’s office a little bit later than planned, he felt a lot better. Or, well ‘better’ never had been the right word. He’d realized that sometime during the camp. After talking about Picani about what bothered him, he was still bothered by it. But he understood things more clearly. He felt less confused and had an idea of what to do about it. Picani never told him everything would be okay. He helped him understand what was wrong and how to either steer it in a better direction, or learn to live with it. He now felt less uncertain about wanting to give Janus a sign that there was still hope for them, even after what happened last week. He felt less guilty over indulging the people asking him out even though Roman was still very much on his mind. He even felt better about getting more information than he should’ve from uncle Thomas. It had been a relief talking about his theory that his dad had been in his parent’s custody for at least four years and that that was, maybe, the reason why he took him in when they passed. And the fact that he had at least one set of grandparents that might be still alive. He wasn’t going to ask about them though. If they held bad memories for his dad, he didn’t think he wanted to know them. It was very low on his list of priorities. The fact that his dad never mentioned them told him enough. The whole scare with the ceiling lamp was discussed and Picani left it alone when Virgil said that he didn’t want to waste too much time on it. “I’m home!” he announced as he came through the door. He heard Patton call a greeting from the kitchen and saw his dad come from the living room to meet him in the doorway. “Dad!” he called out eagerly as he gave his father a hug. “Virgil? Not that I do not appreciate you seem excited to see me. But is there a particular reason?” There were a few honestly. Knowing a bit more about how he ended up being raised by the smartest, most patient man he’d ever met had him excited. On top of that knowing what his dad was like at his age made him feel closer to him. He decided to focus on the latter. He’d turn sixteen soon. If Logan hadn’t initiated the conversation by then, he would. He could be patient for another month. “Uncle Thomas told me about your teen years. I didn’t know you were on the debate team!” he told him. He could imagine his dad thriving in that environment though. Maybe they should check out the debate team this year in between Roman’s play and Virgil’s art exhibit. Logan gave Virgil a small smile, a bit of pride in his eyes. It was rare for Virgil to see his dad proud of himself. He liked it. “Well, yes. It was a bit of a hobby of mine, as well as an attempt to get better at socializing,” Logan said modestly. Virgil picked up on the operative word in that sentence. ‘Attempt’. “You were a socially awkward nerd,” he concluded with a chuckle. He was so used to being nothing like his dad. Finding flaws and similarities to himself in the man he’d idolized as long as he could remember, it was strangely exhilarating. Logan, however seemed to misunderstand what had Virgil so thrilled. “Hey, that’s a complement! I’m a socially awkward artsy kid. Sounds like I’m your son after all!” he clarified. That reminded him though. “Speaking off. Uncle Thomas told me you wrote poetry back in the day.” “Really!?” Patton exclaimed from the kitchen. Logan was blushing. Scrambling for a way out of the conversation it seemed. “I… Experimenting with different forms of self-expression is a natural part of discovering one’s identity as a teenager. It was a phase. I would like to forget about it.” Virgil was about to argue against it, but Patton beat him to it. “Aw, but poetry is so romantic,” he pouted. And Virgil could see the way that affected his dad. Well, their date nights were about to get ten times more sappy. Hopefully going for the heart, and his ego, would work out just as well for Virgil. “That’s too bad. I thought I could make a project around your old work for art class,” he sighed disappointedly. And just like that his dad’s firm posture melted away. “I’ll see if I can find some of my old notebooks. Just ask my consent before you pick one.” Virgil couldn’t resist hugging him again. “Thanks dad. You won’t regret it. I promise.” He felt his father put his arms around him gently. A wordless “you’re welcome”. Virgil was feeling very chatty during dinner and so told his parents all about his day. They had to go to the university again tonight. Since Virgil was planning on meeting up with Prince and not sure if he’d be out all night or just long enough to talk to the guy, he bid them both a good night now. Just in case he’d be too tired to wait for them to get home once he got back. As soon as they were out the door Virgil dug in his closet for his face mask, something he wore when he was feeling sick and didn’t want to infect others. And his shades. He was going to take a chance on Prince today. He made sure he had his evidence at the ready. He’d updated it earlier that week and last night he hadn’t learned anything new. He decided to go with the same look as yesterday so Prince would recognize him more easily. He made his way to the street and vanished in the alleys. After a few minutes he found the rooftop they’d used as their rendezvous point last night. Hopefully Prince wouldn’t make him wait too long. He lowered the intensity of his cloak to be more easily spotted should someone be looking for him. Suddenly he heard a sound behind him. “Good evening my shadowy friend,” the grand voice of Dream Prince drifted through the air. Virgil turned around, his coat flaring out with the movement. “Hey there highness,” he greeted as he tossed him the evidence bag. Clear of any fingerprints or DNA as far as he could manage it, as usual. Prince studied it for a moment. “Is this…?” he sounded surprised. “A show of good will. I thought about it…” not enough. Maybe he was biased because he reminded him of Roman. Or because he’d seen him during his training wheel days. Maybe he didn’t want to be alone anymore. “You seem alright. I’ll… I’ll have your back. If you have mine.” They could help each other. Grow stronger together. Weren’t heroes always at their strongest once they learned to work together? “You do know that if I hand this in, they’ll know I made contact?” This guy. Virgil chuckled, finding this strangely endearing. “You mean you haven’t told them yet?” Prince’s posture straightened almost defiantly. “You didn’t say you were alright with that!” Was he actually insulted by the idea of reporting back to his people without Virgil’s permission? Guess he’d read him right. Good to know. “Okay. Well, consider this my permission. If I don’t want to be found, I’ll disappear Prince.” He’d find a way to avoid Prince if it was necessary. “Tell the chief all communication with me goes through you. If you don’t mind.” Because Virgil didn’t trust the chief enough to go anywhere near her. Prince nodded as he reached for his ear. “I am currently debriefing Phantom. I’ll let you know when I’m done here. Tell chief I’ll stop by with a package. Radio silence until further notice.” Virgil couldn’t stop himself from letting out a chuckle. This guy. He really needed to be more careful. “You ever thought I might be a bad guy? You shouldn’t cut off your back up like that in front of me.” Had they taught him nothing at the GTH? “You’ve had plenty chances to take me out,” Prince pointed out, much to Virgil’s surprise. “You could have let those goons get me the first time you saw me. You could have attacked me while I was busy with those guys yesterday. And who knows how many times over the summer. And on top of that. Who says my communicator is my only way of contacting back up?” Okay, so maybe Prince knew what he was doing after all. “Fair enough. So what now?” He had no idea what would come after this. He just knew that Prince reached out, and he’d accepted. The ball was back in Prince’s court. “Now… I warn you about the collector.” That sounded very serious. He almost wanted to get out before he could get involved, but a gut feeling told him that this was important. He eyed the edge of the roof. Well might as well get comfortable. “I feel like this is a sitting down kind of conversation.” Once they both sat down, Virgil put on his sunglasses and dropped his cloak completely. It was symbolic or whatever. Letting his guard down in a visible way. He turned to the prince expectantly, a little annoyed at how the dark glasses limited his vision. Prince took in a deep breath and started his story. “The collector is an old enemy of Manifestor. He recruits Gifted, and those he thinks deserve to be gifted for some kind of revolution. You and I are probably his kind of people. Young, full of potential. All that stuff creeps like that love to go on about.” Virgil’s eyes widened. That did sound bad. He was suddenly very glad he had not confided in anyone about his powers so far. Who knew if the Chief was on the Collector’s payroll? Or maybe Picani was being spied on. “So we should be careful, you and I. I want to help you out,” Prince told him as he offered him two small objects. A stone and lip balm? “These can help you hide your identity without having to use your… Do you have a name for it?” Prince wondered. Virgil wasn’t sure if he could disguise his voice. But if he did, he was not going to risk Prince being someone from school who might recognize his voice. “Cloak,” he replied before dropping his guard again. “Cloak… Cool,” Prince nodded as he showed the black stone. “So this, is a voice modulator. I adjusted it to fit your tempest voice as best as I could.” Virgil couldn’t help laughing. Tempest voice? That sounded so cool honestly. But man was it dramatic. “You clearly have not heard it,” Prince pointed out and he had a point. He sounded normal to himself. “What’s with the lipstick?” he asked. “This will paint your hair black faster than any hair dye. It’s also a very good hair gel and it washes out right away,” Virgil bit his lip as Prince offered him the items. He was not used to being helped. Not as ‘Phantom’ at least. He still struggled with it as Virgil. Letting Roman help him with his English assignment yesterday had been hard. But he had to let people help him. He had to take a leap of faith here. So he took the items and got up to try them out. “No peeking!” he warned, though he would keep his cloak up. It was more to test if Prince would be tempted to go against his wishes. He didn’t. Virgil placed the modulator on his throat where Prince had his red stone and applied the balm to his hair. He spread it out and took a moment to decide on the style he wanted to go with. He tried for windblown, though he wasn’t sure if he did it right without a mirror. “Okay, let’s try this,” he said testing out his new voice. Wow, if that was what he really sounded like then Tempest voice might just have been the most accurate description. He looked back at Prince who was getting up and waling over to him. “Okay. So… what’s the plan?” he asked, curious what Prince was expecting out of this collaboration. “Well… We could try and meet up here regularly. We might not always patrol at the same time, and you might be busy. But I could… If you are okay with it… I could help you coordinate with the cops. Like you kinda suggested earlier. Or we could like, do some patrolling together? Keep each other company…” Oh, that was cute. Prince could be insecure. Virgil was starting to think he was unshakable. “It might be nice talking someone who gets it you know? You’re my age right?” he wondered. Nice try. Very subtle. “I mean… I guess, but I’m not sure how old you are exactly,” he shrugged casually. He wasn’t going to give anything away that easily. “Fair point.” Or maybe there hadn’t been an ulterior motive. He was getting paranoid. “Anyway… What do you want?” Virgil thought about that for a moment. He hadn’t expected to be asked for his opinion. “I mean… Debriefings sound cool,” he said casually. “I’d like to patrol with you, but my parkour is no match to that walking on air trick you got…” He was kind of jealous of that one if he was honest. “I was thinking of hanging around the clubbing district at the end of the night and making sure some party goers get home safe. I’ll see you around there when you’re done?” This talk was fun and all, but Prince should probably check in with his team soon. And Virgil needed to think about things for a minute. “That sounds like a good idea,” Prince agreed as he gave him a bow. “Until then. Know that the GTA’s resources are now at your disposal through me. So if you want to get a proper suit or other fun toys, you need only ask.” And with that Virgil’s new ally sprinted of into the night. A real suit huh? Virgil shook his head. He’d have to think on that some more. For now, he had work to do.

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