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multiplefandomsblog · 3 years

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V3 boys accidentally knocking up their s/o in the killing game

desc; how the v3 boys would act if they found they knocked you up during the killing game.

warnings; fem!reader, pregnant!reader, sexual comments, cussing, mentions of sex, mild mild spoilers??

just a small note; I haven't finished the 3rd game yet so I have no idea what happens thus, I apologize if it isn’t too accurate or if there are gaps in my story! Also, i don’t know if reader stays in the killing game long enough to birth a child, so like, i just made it like she did??

Shuichi

to be honest, I think he would find out before you did.

he is extremely observant so he would notice the symptoms right away

He would notice how you got fatigued easily, how you seemed to get nauseated

first, he would ask you if you were late

then, if you said yes, he would tell you straight up.

“S/o, you’re pregnant.” “I- I’m what!?”

he would definitely get worried for you and his baby,

a child born into a killing game is not ideal after all.

would be with you at all times, too scared to let you out his sight

he doesn’t want you or his baby to get hurt or killed by another student

yes, he believes in everyone but he can never be too careful.

he’s constantly pestering you and asking if you’re alright

you have 0 time to yourself, because he’s always with you

would probably hold hands through the bathroom door if you were using the toilet

he would try and prepare everything for when you go into labor

he wanted to make sure that both you and the baby are safe before and after labor

he takes care of you very well, always getting what you need or want

overall, i think he’d be a very responsible dad when the baby is born, probably the best dad out of everyone.

Kokichi

At first kokichi thought you were joking,

“Nishishi! Nice prank, s/o! You almost got me!”

But when you look at him with a serious expression, he goes-

“Wait shit, did we not use protection?”

He’s not sure how to feel about it, so he just puts a fake face on.

He acts super excited and unworried but on the inside he’s not sure what to do.

he would constantly over think and become unsure of himself, the question repeating over and over in his head; Would he be a good dad?

Though he’s concerned for you and the baby, he’s actually kinda happy

he’s excited for all the pranks he and the baby can do against everyone in the killing game.

He has a new pranking partner!

yes, his pranking partner is less than a month old, but still! the baby is going to be a pranking master!

if you had strange cravings, he would try them with you

wanting to, “experience being pregnant with his tongue(kinky?)”

the horny bastard would probably still wanna smash, but definitely more gently than usual, he didn’t want to stab the baby with his dick

I think he’d talk to your baby via belly a lot

he would tell your baby stupid jokes that were kinda inappropriate but still hilarious

“Hmm, it must be nice being inside S/o. I would know, I was too.”

“KOKICHI-” “NISHISHI!” *fucking books it*

i think he’d be a pretty irresponsible dad, but he’d definitely fight for his new family(with pranks)

random headcanon, but i think kokichi would wrap your baby in one of his checkered scarves when it comes out like- ahHHHHHHHHHH

he would also swaddle da baby with his scarf fvhajfgkgavkgbuyg

Korekiyo

When he found out, he was pretty shocked at first

But after the shock, he was insanely happy that he managed to create a human with you.

he adored the fact that his child would be able to make history and continue to live on even after he dies.

He loves humanity, so he’d love the human baby he made with you even more

during your 9 months of pregnancy, he would praise you and your ‘glowing body’ daily

constantly saying stuff like, “Your body is a temple and you are a Goddess.” and “The life growing inside you simply amazing and I am proud to share this experience with an entity such as you.”

You know, that cheesy ooey gooey romantic shit

“S/o, I want to crawl into your body so I can experience being born aga-” “That’s enough of that.”

It's cute and all, but it sometimes gets embarrassing when he is basically worshipping you in public(especially like that).

i think he would tell the baby, folk tales and myths while it was still in your belly

he wanted to raise the baby to be just as curious as he is.

though, behind all these adorable things, kiyo is worried.

don't get me wrong, he does enjoy the other students’ thoughts and strange minds, but he doesn’t trust them for a second.

he would never willingly leave you with another student.

he gets a teensy bit controlling; always asking you to stay in his lab or dorm.

but he won’t get unreasonably angry if you go anywhere else, he just encourages staying in places with less people

if you do need to go somewhere else with other people, he would just follow you

in the end, I think kiyo would be a dad that never neglects his kid(can’t relate-).

he would always be there for them.

K1-B0

K1-B0 doesn’t have the facilities to knock anyone up.

like kokichi asked, do robots even have a penis????

how the hell did you two fuck in the first place!????!

but if somehow, miu gives him a penis and actual sperm??? I guess it could work?? i don't know how it works man- I've never fucked a robot

I think he’d be happy and proud that he managed to impregnate you

“See!? I can do human things too!” “...Impregnating a human, K1B0? Seriously? Too fucking far.”

okay, I can’t take this one seriously T_T

um, if you and K1B0 had a baby, would it be half robot??

through your belly, the baby would make robot noises to communicate and K1B0 would understand which is cool

when the baby was born, he gets very protective; he doesn't want his baby to face the same discrimination and bullying he did

he wouldn’t be afraid that the others would hurt the baby, because he helped build in lazer eyes for his baby.

oh but he definitely would not let his baby go near Miu at all

he would prevent that from happening as much as possible

he’s afraid she’ll do something weird to the baby and add new gadgets,

sure its cool and all for him, but the baby is so young!

I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS ABVHGJDFKVJGVJ

Kaito

Kaito would be fucking psyched when you told him, stars in his eyes and everything

“I-I’m gonna be a dad!? whOOOOOOOOOOO!!” He picked you up and hugged you tight, but not too tight; he didn't want to hurt the baby.

But then realization hits him like a truck when he realizes, that the baby was going to be born into a killing game.

He would have a nervous breakdown and cry for about, ehhh a day or so

but once he gets it all out, he focuses on the positives

if it was possible, he loves you even more than he did before!

now that you have a mini you growing inside you(inception!?), its like, double the love :0

he’s giddy everytime he sees you with your baby bump, not being able to resist hugging you every time he sees you.

he loves you so much, it's hard to put in words

he cries when he can feel the baby kick, kissing your belly uwu

when you’re around people he can’t trust in the killing game, he gets very very protective

he would watch their every move, moving to shield you when they move their hands.

but around the people he trusts like shuichi and maki, he’d let his guard down and relax

he would stress out if you were in any discomfort, always making sure you were okay

if your legs or back were sore, he would be there in an instant to massage your joints until his hands fell off

he puts you before himself, sometimes forgetting to take care of his basic needs like, eating or sleeping

you’d have to remind him a lot

I think something cute that he would do while you two slept is holding you or your belly protectively while he dozed off

overall, a goofy dad that makes stupid dad jokes.

would have a lot of proud dad moments

he seems like the type who would embarrass his child a lot lmao

Gonta

uh, gonta is father?

would definitely be shocked and stressed out when you told him

his protective mom dad instinct would intensify and he would constantly be carrying you

1. because he didn’t want your legs to get tired

2. he’s practicing for when he picks up his baby

3. if he carries you like this, no one can reach and/or hurt you

4. because he can

5. and because a gentleman would do that

he doesn't really know what to do when you’re having pregnancy symptoms, like vomiting, nausea, etc.

he’s not great at that part, but he knows how to protect you from danger and he knows how to make sure you’re comfortable

he treats you like a queen(as all women should be treated!)

he isn’t really worried when you’re around other students, but he still picks you up just in case

i think he’d act super sweet, like his sweetness would intensify to 100

he would try cooking a meal for you or giving you breakfast in bed, but it always tastes like boiled eggs in the end?

like no matter what it is, it always tastes like boiled eggs

pasta? boiled eggs

maki rolls(haha)? boiled eggs

sandwich? boiled eggs

“...Mmm! Gonta this is, uh, not at all tasting like boiled eggs!” You tried to say enthusiastically, Gonta nodded with a soft smile, “Gonta glad you like it!”

eventually you caved in and told him(after a few months... you didn't want to hurt the baby—gonta—, okay?)

he’d have to ask kirumi to do all the cooking while he just handed her ingredients

he feels weird when he thinks about the fact that his baby is growing inside you

all he can think about is larva

but he thinks its cool that his creation is going to grow inside you and become another human

so he just rolls with it

Rantaro

(i apologize in advance if this isn’t too accurate)

i feel like i can imagine this:

Rantaro was sitting on the benches outside, drinking his bottled tea. His eyes darted towards your approaching figure. He stored his leftover tea in his cheeks as he gave you a wave, putting his bottle down. “Rantaro, i’m pregnant.” His eyes widened as the tea came spewing out, luckily he turned his head away so you were out of the splash-zone. He dropped his bottle before standing up and immediately hugging you. “I love you so much, we can do this. I love you.” He repeated as he moved his hand up your head, tangling his fingers in your locks.

he would be pester you if you looked like you were in pain or struggling with something, thinking you were going into labor

*breathing pattern changes* “Holy shit! Are you going into labor?? Fuck, okay um, uH hospital?? UH contRACTIOns HOw LoNg?-” “I JUST BREATHED DIFFERENTLY.”

p a n i c

he doesn’t know how the whole pregnancy thing works, he’s only a teen after all

but no matter what, he supports you in any way he can

i think if anyone made a bad comment about your baby or you, he would probably scare the shit out of them with his scary expression

intimidation x100

i headcanon him to be a cuddly dad

he would hold you a lot, he likes feeling all three of you together

small scenario from when the baby was born;

As your baby’s cries filled the room, you sighed as you got up from the bed. Rantaro, however, abruptly stopped your movement, “Don’t worry, I got ‘em.” He rubbed his eyes, kissing your forehead as he gently pushed you back down onto the bed and walked towards the crib.

You watched with droopy eyes as Rantaro gently shushed the baby by bouncing them in his arms. Rantaro made his way back to bed and slipped in beside you, the now quiet baby still in his arms. “Mmm Rantaro no, we’re gonna crush the baby.”

You softly groaned in protest. Rantaro pouted at you, silently pleading with you with his puppy-dog eyes. You let out a huff of defeat before nodding, eyes half-closed. The last thing you saw before dozing off was Rantaro smiling goofily at the baby. You slowly fell asleep, Imprinting a gentle smile on your face as you slept.

sorry for steering the other way for rantaro’s, its 6am ;-; what is sleep anyway? phew, thank you for requesting this! i enjoyed writing it, it was fun :D

- mod chia

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alaskasmonsters · 3 years

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Let your hair down | Nishinoya Yuu

stumbling into noya with his hair worn down was a wecome distraction to your little homesickness problem

pairing: nishinoya yuu x fem!reader

w.c: 3.989

warnings: mentions of homesickness

a.n: in this house we ask for kiyoko’s hand in marriage (if you’re wondering why homegirl is mentioned so much), also noya with his hair down is so pretty i’m in love.

You were never able to sleep when you were away from home.

It made you a little embarrassed, since only children would get homesick as soon as one night into sleeping elsewhere but their own house.

You were only glad none of the boys knew about it, you didn't think they'd tease you (okay maybe Tsukki would....Tsukki definitely would) but you still didn't want them to know that their first-year manager was being such a baby about something this mortal.

You were already the youngest amongst them all, even younger than Kageyama who's been the baby of the team before you got recruited by Kiyoko to be the follow-up manager of the boy's volleyball team when her and the other three-years would leave next year. You didn't need them to think of you as not only the youngest but also the most vulnerable of the squad. They didn't need to know you were being an actual baby, and only because of a 5 day long training camp away from your hometown.

Everyone seemed to be so unbothered about sleeping elsewhere, most of the boys were more excited than anything to be away from their parents and house rules for a few days. None of the girls you had gotten to know better during breaks and extra training the boys had were nervous either.

Which made you feel like the biggest wuss.

It wasn't long before bed-time now, all of the girls and you had already gotten ready for bed and changed into your nightwear, yours consistent of boxers and an oversized hoodie (nights in tokyo were a lot colder than in karasuno), and gathered around to talk before finally hitting the sack.

You had snuck out of the room, though, when nobody was paying much attention to you. The anxiety of spending your first night this far away from home was slowly crawling its way under your skin and started to nag at your bones.

You didn't want anybody to notice and thus decided to get a snack; maybe some food would calm you down.

You thought you remembered seeing this vending machine with a few chocolate bars and soft drinks near the bathroom and it wasn't long until you found it, it being the only source of light illuminating the dark corridors of the floor.

And you’ve been being right. There were a variety of different snacks you could choose from, chocolate bars, chips and pretz biscuit chips even (which was your favorite).

You pressed the button with the right number, watching the snack you loved so much being slowly inched forward by the mechanism before it dropped down, ready for you to pick up.

You bent down, lifting the metal hatch and grabbing for the chips, already feeling a little better at the thought of the familiar snack in your hands, when there was a plodding noise from behind you startling you.

You didn't have time to see what it belonged to, neither did you have time to be scared, as there was a sudden voice suddenly coming from right behind you.

"You're hungry, too, huh?"

A startled scream escaped your lips instinctively before you could hold it back and you twirled around in your spot, wide eyes settling on the person who had so cruelly decided to sneak up on you while you were deep in thought.

As you recognized him, it startled you almost as badly as his sudden appearance had, not because you didn't expect him to be the one plagued by hunger after his several servings at dinner, but because you hadn't expected him to look so different.

"Sorry, i didn't mean to startle you," the boy apologized, giving you a soft smile and you nodded at him, your eyes still glued to where his hair was supposed to be.

Nishinoya Yuu, also known as the bane of your very short existence (at least that's what you had nicknamed him) was standing in front of you with his hair let down.

Usually the volleyball team's very own libero, wore his hair gelled up in spikes, with only one bleached strand hanging into his face. Just the right fit for his loud and a little rough personality.

Now, though, due to the shower he must have had, judging by the still wet hair and the towel he had thrown over his shoulder, his usual spikes were gone, his hair instead was falling down in sleek strands, making his features look a lot softer.

And so much cuter.

Okay, no, stop that right now.

The reason why you liked to call Nishinoya the 'bane of your very short existence' was because of thoughts like that.

You tended to swoon over the boy mentally; a boy you've barely held a conversation with that had consisted of more than three sentences.

You didn't know why Noya had caught your interest, not that he wasn't handsome, no he was incredibly cute, but you didn't really know him that well. Other than that he was very good in volleyball, the most enthusiastic person you knew (well, ignoring Hinata of course) and utterly enamored with Kiyoko.

Who wasn't?

Tsukkishima was probably the only member of the volleyball team that didn't get flustered around the third-year manager.

Even you couldn't help the nervousness you've felt around her the first few times you've talked one on one.

She was just amazing.

"Oh, hi Noya-san," you greeted him sheepishly, noticing in embarrassment that you've just stared at him in silence for way too long.

At least you two were familiar enough for you to call him by his nickname.

To be fair, it was probably inappropriate considering how little you two had actually talked to one another, but after he hadn't corrected you when the nickname first slipped from your lips (completely unintentionally) a few weeks ago, you had just decided to keep using it.

"Hi, y/n-san, what have you....aw, you've got the last pack," Noya pouted gesturing to your hand and you were embarrassed to admit how long it took you to understand what he meant.

You looked down into your hand, momentarily forgetting what you were holding (surprise, it was still the pretz biscuit chips), and then back to the vending machine to realize that the pack of chips you were holding had actually been the last in the row.

Why did a crush make you so stupid?

"Oh...sorry. Did you want to get the chips?" you asked dumbly.

Noya let out a laugh, shaking his head as he waved his hands around in front of his chest.

"What, haha, you don't have to apologize. I'll just get something else," he told you, still chuckling lightly.

You watched the way his cheeks crunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled in fascination. Now that his hair was hanging into his face his laughter was even more precious.

"We can share."

You had blurted that out before you could stop yourself.

Noya looked at you in surprise and you felt your cheeks burn up in embarrassment.

Since when did you find it so difficult to function around him? Normally you weren't acting this smitten. Yes, you were always a little nervous around him, but never did it go as far as blurting out thoughts uncontrollably.

You blamed the hair, it was definitely the hair.

Noya's eyes lit up in excitement at your suggestion and his eyes wandered down to the chips in your hands, looking at them like they were a precious treat, before going back to your face.

"Really?" he asked happily.

You couldn't help but smile back at him, your cheeks flushing a little bit more as he stared at you with twinkling eyes and a beaming smile.

"Yeah, sure."

You opened the bag before holding it towards Noya to underline the offer. He reached inside to get out a huge chunk of chips to stuff it all in his mouth in one go. It made him look like a chipmunk and you couldn't help but giggle at his antics, your eyes once again wandering to his natural hair.

You fished out a few biscuit chips as well, nibbling on the snack absent-mindedly. You wondered if his hair felt just as soft as it looked like if you ran your fingers through it.

"Is anything on my face?" Noya asked suddenly, pulling you back from your weird thought process.

"What, no, i don't think so, why?"

Why did you have to stutter around right now?

"You're staring at me," he pointed out, grinning cockily when he noticed the blush on your cheeks deepen.

"Oh...it's just," you shrugged, looking down at the bag of chips in your hands awkwardly, "Your hair looks different."

For some reason Noya's cheeks were tinted pink now, as well. You noticed when you looked up at him through your lashes to see if he was totally put off by your comment or not.

He looked more embarrassed than you had expected.

Why that was you didn't know. Did he not think you would notice?

"Oh, yeah...i've showered," he stated matter-of-factly, as if you haven't already figured.

His hand reached upwards to scratch his neck and he looked away from you and your staring eyes.

Wait, was he embarrassed because of his hair?

When that thought hit you panic followed almost immediately, flooding your stomach with full impact. You had made Noya uncomfortable. He probably thought you meant different in a bad way! You totally fucked this up.

"What, no!" you shouted, cringing at how loud your voice had gotten and you quickly tried to adjust the volume to the quiet atmosphere of the corridor. "I...i didn't mean it looks bad or anything."

You waved your hands hastily around if only to bring your genuine intentions across.

He shouldn't think you didn't like his hair! That was the last thing you wanted.

"It looks good, i mean. I was just surprised, is all."

Did you just say his hair looked good?

The deepening blush in his cheeks was answer enough.

You just said his hair looked good.

Way to go, y/n.

"Oh...thanks, y/n/n-san."

Noya was smiling again and it managed to calm a little of your anxiety down, just enough so you were only slightly on edge again.

If you weirded him out, at least he knew how to hide it well.

The two of you stood there eating in silence for a few minutes, the only sound audible was the rustling of the bag and cracking of the chips once in a while. It was nice. You didn't know Nishinoya was someone who could just be quiet for a little, he seemed like such a high energy loud guy usually.

"So tell me, y/n/n-san," the libero started, his voice suddenly serious as he stared at you intensely. You swallowed thickly, wondering what suddenly changed his mood. He looked so determined. You expected the worst to come but then... "WHAT'S IT LIKE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH OUR LOVELY KIYOKO-SAN?"

His hands clenched to fists at his side and his eyes sparkled.

You just stared at him. Then you started laughing.

"You're such a weirdo, Noya-san,” you told him, shaking your head in amusement.

He just grinned, looking almost proud he made you laugh with just being goofy.

"But uhm...it's alright, i guess. I mean, she's really nice! Extremely nice! The other girls are, too," you told him but your thoughts drifted off to the topic of sleep when the room you all shared in training camp was brought up again.

If you couldn't sleep than you'd be useless for the next few days. You wouldn't be able to help the boys with their training as well as before and you'd disappoint them and Kiyoko-chan.

You'd disappoint Noya.

"Hey...you don't sound so happy," the boy noticed, his features etched together in concern as he was eyeing you, "do you not like it here in Tokyo?"

Shit! You didn't mean to let your panic flow into your words and worry him.

"It's nothing, Noya-san! Don't worry."

"You can tell me!" he insisted, pointing a thumb at his chest. "You're our manager now, too! Means you don't just take care of us, we take care of you, too."

Are you crying internally? Maybe.

"It's just kinda stupid...you'll laugh," you try to wave it off, hoping Noya would just let the topic rest when he noticed you didn't want to talk about it.

He was Noya, so he didn't.

"I won't!" he insisted, a determined look in his eyes.

You had to look away because your cheeks were flushing again. The thought of just telling him goodnight and leaving crossed your mind, but you knew now that Nishinoya was aware something was bothering you, he would not let it rest.

You contemplated whether or not to tell him, avoiding his eyes that were still fixated on you. His stare made you feel all dizzy.

"I'm just a little homesick," you mumbled, fumbling with the half-empty bag in your hands.

You hoped that explanation was enough for him, the thought of telling him the real reason you were feeling upset made your heart drop to your stomach.

You didn't want to sound like a child, especially not in front of a boy you had a crush on.

"Oh....why would you think i'd laugh about that? It's okay to miss home!"

You gulped, eyes trained on your panda socks (ups, how embarrassing) as you tried to build up the courage to continue.

"It's not just homesickness," you swallowed thickly, the nervousness crawling at your throat. "I've never slept anywhere but home because I was too scared. My mom always had to pick me up from sleepovers because I'd start crying...."

The silence that followed after was unbearable. You wished for nothing else but a hole to open up and swallow you all at once.

Nishinoya must think you were being a total baby.

And he would be right about that. You were being a total baby. What 15 year old couldn't be away from home for a night? You were pathetic.

"And you've still decided to come to Tokyo with us? y/n/n-san, you're so badass!"

You looked up in shock at the libero's words, not believing what you've heard him say. Noya was gaping at you, his eyes wide in admiration and excitement.

"Wha-what?" you choked out.

"You're really brave if you knew you would be scared and still decided to come with us to Tokyo!" Noya explained, grinning widely.

You stared at him. When he said it like that it sounded so easy, like there was no other way to see it. Like you were in fact a badass for deciding to join them for trainingscamp.

You lowered your gaze in embarrassment when you remembered that you really weren't.

"I don't...i don't know. Don't you think it's weird?" you asked quietly, glancing at Noya.

"Nah, everyone is scared of something," he reassured, eyeing you with seriousness, "I used to be scared of anything when i was a kid until my grandfather taught me not to be."

"Oh."

Noya’s face lit up.

"I can try to teach you, too!" , he exclaimed excitedly, already clenching his fists in determination, staring at you with glowing eyes.

You gave him a thankful smile. Noya-san was always so nice to everyone and it warmed your heart he wanted to help you with your fears.

Although you doubted you could be taught to be less of a scaredy cat.

When you told him that Noya only shook his head, already having decided on making you his project it seemed, as he grabbed your wrist and grinned at you.

"Let's try!"

His voice held the same tone as when he told his team to trust him with a particular difficult serve and you had no other choice but to nod in defeat.

There was no way you were able to change his mind at this point.

His face lit up a little more at that. Or maybe you were just imagining things now.

"What happens if you try to sleep anywhere by home?" he questioned, turning very serious.

You shrugged, trying vehemently to ignore Noya’s hand gripping your wrist.

"I get scared."

"Why?"

You let out a heavy sigh, looking down at the floor once more. You wish you knew. Maybe you could actually do something against it if you did.

"Fears aren't rational, Noya"

"No, but think about it. Why do you think you get scared?" he asked, squeezing your skin between his fingers in a reassuring way.

You took a moment, racking your brain for possibilities or origins of your childish fear. Why didn’t you like sleeping anywhere else than home?

Did you miss your parents? Yeah, sure, but that wasn’t it. What else could be a reason that you couldn’t sleep anywhere but home? Maybe you didn’t feel as safe?

Was it because you didn’t feel safe without your parents there? Was ist because your own home provided a safety you trusted in more than with other places?

...Yeah, that must be it. Home was a safe place and anywhere away was just too far away.

"I...i don't feel as safe as home. I mean, it's so far away," you explained, looking up at Noya again, who was studying you with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Mh," he hummed, removing his hand from your wrist to instead stroke his chin in thought.

His features looked even softer illuminated in the blue light, you noticed. Especially with his hair worn down. He just looked...cuter like this.

He should definitely wear it like this more often.

“I have an idea, come on,” Noya yalled out suddenly, cruelly shaking you out of your daydreams involving him.

Before you could protest Noya had already grabbed your wrist once more and started pulling you into the direction of the staircases. The bag of chips had fallen out of your hand due to your surprise at his actions, sadly floating to the floor.

You were pulled up the stairs, deciding to go along with it, because well, for one it was Noya and you’d probably go along with everything as long as he was the one to ask you. But also, you were curious what exactly the boy’s idea was and where he planned to bring you.

The both of you climbed up the stairs in a breathtaking tempo, all the stairs, way up until you’ve arrived at the rooftop.

Noya pushed the door open with his shoulder, not letting go off your hand (since when was he holding your hand?), as he turned towards you and gestured for you to go first. A wide grin stretched across his face.

The cool night air hit your legs as soon as you stepped outside, a strange contrast to the warm palm against yours. The difference of temperature made you shiver slightly.

You looked around, hoping to see why the libero had brought you to this place in the first place, but saw nothing of significance. Turning to look at Noya again, you raised your brows in question.

He was still holding your hand, you noticed with a downward glance. The boy followed your gaze, noticing the prolonged contact of your skin, too, and quickly let go. His cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink.

Noya scratched his neck, awkwardly laughing a little, before he looked away from you again.

“Uh, you like astronomy, right?” he asked, voice quiet.

You gaped at him.

“You know that?”

You hated how breathless your voice sounded. Because him knowing that...was Noya paying attention to you, more than you thought?

He looked confused that you’d even ask such a question.

“Of course, you’re always talking about it.”

Your heart swelled at his words, chest growing warm at the thought that Noya cared enough to know about the stuff you were interested in.

Your cheeks heated up against your will.

“What’s your favorite star, y/n-san?”

You didn’t even have to think about that.

“Sirius,” you uttered, smiling softly, “it’s the brightest star in the night sky. I can see it from my bedroom window.”

Noya’s face lit up at your answer. He turned his gaze upwards, his eyes searching the night sky eagerly.

“Which one ist it?” he asked, sounding so excited your heart squeezed in your chest.

You smiled, finding it endearing how intrigued he looked to be. Maybe he was just trying to cheer you up like this. Maybe this was his grand idea.

You didn’t mind it one bit.

You stepped beside him, raising your arm to point in the direction of Sirius. Noya scooted closer, resting his head right next to your shoulder to directly follow the line of your finger.

You felt one of his soft strands tickle your cheek and you flushed when the urge to reach out and care your fingers through his hair overcame you.

“That one,” you whispered, trying hard not to get lost in the soft and open expression on his face.

Noya’s eyes searched around for a bit before they settled on a spot. Judging by the wide grin on his face he had found the star you’ve been talking about.

“See, you can see it from here, too. You’re not as far away from home as you think.”

He didn’t even turn to look at you when he said those words, eyes still focused on your favorite star.

You froze, letting the words sink in, slowly turning your head to now openly staring at him.

“Pretty sure you can see it from the girl’s room as well.”, he shrugged, nonchalant.

Your arm fell to your side, and your body moved so you were completely turned towards Noya, eyes wide and open.

You didn’t know why but for some odd reason that made so much sense for you, and with the reassurance that you could look at the same star from up here as from your room your chest felt so much lighter.

And Noya, Noya was just acting so casual, like he hadn’t just turned your world 180°, like he hadn’t made you fall in love with him a thousand times harder that moment.

Looking at him now, shadows dancing across his face, the light of the moon and the stars illuminating his features, that stupidly cute smile still on his face as he continued to look up at the stars, you were glad you had agreed to Kiyoko to become a manager for the team.

You shook yourself out of your stupor, realizing you’d just stared at the boy for several moments. Noya thankfully hadn’t noticed since he was still looking at the stars.

You bowed down deeply, startling Noya, who flinched terribly and blinked down at your hunched form in confusion.

“Thank you so much Noya-san! I feel so much better,” you shouted, putting all your gratefulness into it.

The boy started stuttering as he waved his arms wildly, staring at you with a panicked expression. He had pressed the back of his other hand to his cheek to hide the redness in them.

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don’t have to thank me,” he protested, his voice raising several pitches.

You straighten up again, a soft smile on your lips as you looked up at Noya, who’s face had turned full on pink.

Adorable.

“I mean it,” you told him, smiling widening. “Thank you.”

Noya returned your smile, relaxing again. His hand reached to scratch the back of his neck and he looked away almost bashfully.

“You’re welcome.”

You felt like the remaining days of training camp would be no problem to you now. And not only because of your favorite star in the night sky. But also because of your favorite star standing in front of you.

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denqis · 4 years

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the bakubros walking in on their fem! s/o masturbating

warnings: should be obvious, smut, 18+

kaminari denki

- you two used to satisfy each other's libido's almost daily

- but ever since moving into the ua dorms this kinda stopped

- training kept you both busy and exhausted

- plus, sneaking into each other's rooms in the middle of the night was way too stressful in the long run

- especially since aizawa had almost caught you two in the act

- it has been two weeks since you last welcomed denki to your room

- you were so horny it was insane

- during training denki accidentally ripped his shirt and the exposed abs made your mouth water and sent a pang to your heat

- right after training you had him pinned against a wall, panting from running from your classmates

- "i need you to fuck me against this wall right now or i'll go insane."

- boy oh boy he was so overwhelmed

- usually he was the horny one initiating everything

- ngl he was pretty riled up too but

- "i'm sorry hon, but i promised kiri to train longer with him today."

- you were very very VERY horny and disappointed

- "well you might as well tell kiri to suck your dick then because i won't do it anymore."

- you just left

- this wasn't really like you but you were desperate and h o r n y

- that night you had an amazing bath and finally felt at ease

- you laid down on your bed, only in your bathrobe and rubbed your freshly shaven, soft legs together, sighing

- your left hand found your left boob and you instantly melted into your touch

- another sigh fell from your lips

- the fingers of your right hand ghosted over your clit

- as soon as you felt just how wet you actually were you inserted one finger into your core

- your back arched and denki's name escaped your lips

- two weeks without sex was way too long

- another finger followed and soon you were a sweaty, shaking mess, moaning denki's name over and over again

- you felt the familiar knot in your stomach and felt tingles slowly starting to spread

- just when your orgasm was about to crash down on you, you noticed another presence

- there he stood, your boyfriend

- "honey?!"

- holy shit he was embarrassed but also so turned on

- he initially came to you to apologize but he heard your moans from the hallway

- at first he was scared that you might've hooked up with someone else

- but when he heard you moan his name he just felt bad for not satisfying you

- "mind if i help you out?"

- you stood up and walked towards him, your juices slowly running down your legs

- "not at all."

- you grabbed his hand and laid it flush against your heat

- "go on, chargebolt, make me cum all over your fingers."

- you were so close it only took a feverish kiss and a few plunges of his long digits in your core for you to finally cum

- your orgasm was so intense you almost fell back as his name and a few curses spilled from your lips

- "fuck you're so hot."

- the two week wait was worth it

- he devoured you that night

- he'll definitely ask you to masturbate in front of him a lot from that point on

kirishima eijirou

- "eiji babe, truth or dare?"

- "dare, of course!"

- "i want you to make out with bakugou for two minutes."

- the room fell silent

- you, kirishima's own girlfriend wanted him to kiss his best friend, in front of everyone?!

- looking back at it you probably should've at least warned your boyfriend about your desire to see him with his best friend

- they didn't end up making out and you were so embarrassed that you stormed out of kiri's room where you had planned to stay the night

- the next morning he confronted you and tried to understand your point of view

- a few days after you went to the pool with the bakubros and kiribaku somehow ended up on top of each other

- gosh you were turned on to the m a x

- their godlike, wet bodies in such a compromising position made you wetter than the water in the damn pool

- you swifly excused yourself and fled to your room where you quickly stripped down and rinsed off

- your mind was full of them

- you loved kirishima, a lot

- he was so fucking sweet and hot at the same time

- the sex was great too but bakugo just amplified all his great traits

- your moans flooded the whole dorm, thank god everyone was still at their respective outings

- "what the fuck y/n?!"

- kirishima stood right in front of your bed, judging by his huge bulge for a long enough time

- "if you want me, just tell me. or do you only want me and bakugo now? am i not manly enough for you?"

- he crawled towards you and you shivered

- his eyes were so dark, if from lust or anger or both you couldn't tell

- "i'll make sure you know who's the manliest guy here."

- he fingered you for hours, overstimulating you severely

- "tell me, who's making you feel this good?! me or bakugo?"

- "you! it's you! eiji, you're fingering me so well, fuck!"

- you never dared to even look in bakugou's direction after that incident

- you didn't need to masturbate anymore, kirishima kept you nice and filled at all times

- because having your girlfriend masturbate eveb though you're dating her just wasn't a sign of manliness

- it was your birthday and he led you to his room, blindfolded

- "happy birthday."

- you lifted your blindfold and there they sat

- both naked and hard

- it had taken kirishima months to convince bakugou

- this was the only and last time you were allowed to masturbate

- "don't even think about this happening again sweetheart."

- you didn't need it to

- you realized that kiri was the man of your dreams

- your sex life only improved further after your birthday

sero hanta

- you had been crushing on hanta for the longest time

- specifically ever since the usj attack

- kurogiri had obviously taken a liking to you

- you were one of the main reasons tenya could escape as you distracted him with your ass(ets)

- but as soon as tenya had fled, hanta pulled you back with his tape, your back hitting his broad chest

- "if you ever look at her again i'll make sure you'll regret it you disgusting pig!"

- ngl his heart was racing at having you so close to him, ass against his crotch

- while he was praying to not get hard right then right there, you were shaking in his arms, flushed a deep red

- both of you remained like that until mina raised an eyebrow and sent a smirk in your direction

- how she was still able to think something inappropriate in a situation like this was beyond you

- "thank you so much, sero. i really appreciate it. no one's ever defended me like this. now let's kick some ass."

- if he wasn't attrackted to you before this, he definitely is now

- this night you constantly replayed the happenings

- every time his words replayed you threw a pillow across the room squealing

- shit, you couldn't be whipped for a classmate this early on

- you were here to become a hero, not to find love or get distracted by boys

- little did you know that the boys had a meeting in hanta's room gossiping about you

- kirishima was so jealous of how manly sero was

- mineta wanted to know how your ass felt

- oh and he bragged, the boy was enjoying his five minutes of fame

- truth be told he never was popular with girls so he's just so proud he could impress you

- a few months later and your crush grew along with your desire to have him use his tape for something else than hero work

- "y/n you like sero, right?"

- mina is so smart how did she know?!

- you were so flustered and didn't know what to do or say

- "m-maybe?"

- mina's plan was working perfectly, hanta would come out of the shower in a few more seconds

- she knew he only ever snuck out the shower with a towel around his waist

- his room was right across from the showers, it was convenient

- what she didn't plan, though, was a completely naked, semi-erect hanta to show up

- while she quickly ran for her life you were frozen

- "u-uhm..."

- your pussy clenched around nothing, heart beating out of your chest

- his eyes scanned you while your eyes were glued to his abdomen

- who knew he had extremely prominent abdominal v-muscles and a happy trail

- you were done for

- that night you didn't get any sleep, sero's figure keeping you up

- you had masturbated to him before but this night was so intense

- "has anyone seen y/n?"

- sero had planned to confess to you today, but you skipped school??

- no one knew why and he was worried, what if you were sick?

- he went back to the dorms and knocked, once, twice to no avail

- when he heard a stifled moan he decided to let himself in, you sounded distraught

- but what he saw was you on all fours, fingers pumping in and out of your aching, dripping core

- you didn't hear him knocking because of your airpods and your insane focus on the picture of sero on your phone

- "instead of masturbating to me you could simply fuck me, you know?"

- you screamed so LOUD

- "oh, baby, don't scream already, you'll scream enough when i'm done with you. you want me so bad that you're skipping school? i'm honored."

- you didn't know what to do, but seeing him strip out of his uniform and crawl onto your bed

- pressing your upper body down into the mattress and eating you out as if he had been starving for years

- did something to you and when he sat you up and confessed you could only kiss him

- he'll never let you live this down and every bakubro pretty much knows about it because he always tells the same stories when drunk

bakugou katsuki

- katsuki had told you once that you're forbidden from masturbatring when dating him

- you had obeyed his rules and especially this one for almost two years now

- needless to say the busy schedule of your boyfriend had kept you two separated

- sex life? absent.

- you couldn't take this anymore, plus you really wanted to be a brat today

- you knew when he'd return to the dorms and knowing him he'll head right to bed after

- so you settled on his bed, pulling out a vibrator and slowly starting to guide it all over your body

- you were wearing your cutest set of lingerie

- which was usually reserved for very special occasions but if you wanted to be a brat you had to go all out

- everything around you smelled like him it was heavenly

- before the vibrator even reached your core you were dripping

- if it was his scent, your libido or the adrenaline on purposely breaking the rules responsible you couldn't pinpoint

- the vibrator reached your clit and you almost squealed in pleasure

- it had been so long since anyone had touched you

- you bit down on his shirt he wears to sleep, drowning in pleasure and his scent

- "katsuki, katsuki, katsuki."

- his name was falling from your lips like a mantra as you ground yourself against the toy and your fingers

- "well, well, well. who do we have here?"

- his face was unreadable

- "breaking the rules princess? and i really wanted to fuck you today..."

- "you can still fuck me.. please katsuki, i'm so horny."

- he smirked and leaned down

- "brats don't get what they ask for, now continue. put on a good show for daddy."

- he didn't touch you once that night, only palming his cock and instructing you

- when you came a third time and collapsed he sighed

- "too bad i was really enjoying the show. you were impatient and broke the rules. you can't even be a good slut, i think we have to teach you a lesson, no?"

- the next morning you shakily walked into the classroom

- bakugou's shit eating, cocky grin following you

- when you sat down you almost let out a breathy moan

- your vibrator was tugged neatly into your panties and was set on the highest setting

- you were so embarrassed and on edge the whole time and when aizawa called on you

- you stood up, the change in position making you cum, hard

- your head fell back, your whole body shaking and face red

- "y/n, can you answer my question?"

- you could barely form a sentence when your knees gave in, trembling from your second orgasm crashing over you

- "i'll take her to the nurse."

- you thought katsuki would have mercy on you and remove the vibrator

- but instead he pushed you into a bathroom stall and fucked you senseless

- by the end of it you were on the bathroom floor, uniform stained with his cum and unable to walk on your own

- "learned your lesson?"

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melwritten · 4 years

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“temptation”

𖤐 - smut

☽ - angst

♡ - fluff

𖤐 3,672 words

𖤐 warnings: hardcore/unprotected sex, swearing, 20 year age gap (harry’s 38 in this au)

𖤐 prompt 42/43:

“Make me.” / “Don’t tempt me.”

Harry’s day started off the same as any other and would continue being as normal as it usually was, but today his daughter’s best friend Y/N was spending the night.

He had an inhuman hunger for that girl; he knew how wrong and inappropriate it was, but there was a part of him didn’t care at all. Y/N was built like a model, not those skinny ones you see on runways, a curvy model. Which made sense considering the 18 year old was Colombian. As Harry thought about the young woman’s body, and what he could do to it if he got the chance, his visions were cut short due to the sound of a door shutting. It was his daughter Iris and Y/N.

“Hey girls.” Harry greeted them both with a smile and threw a small wave their way. His posture changed from slouching on the couch to sitting up straight looking at the two ladies that stood not far from him.

Iris took a few steps towards her father, embracing him in a hug as well as pecking his cheek. The two had a very close relationship, she was always a daddy girl and nothing could change that.

“Hey papa. What’d you do today? I see you clearly didn’t get a haircut. I miss your buzzcut.” She smirked before letting out a laugh. Harry continued to tell his daughter he’d cut his long-ish hair but he simply couldn’t part with it; it was a part of his charm. He definitely was not letting her give him a buzzcut again.

“Hey, why don’t you concern yourself with your own hair you little shit head. Everyone loves my hair.” He said as he ran his fingers through the curly brown locks.

Iris shook her head before she went back over to Y/N who was still standing at the front door, waiting for her best friend to return to her side so the two could go up to Iris’s room. Y/N was so attracted to Harry it was unholy. Then again, who wouldn’t be? But it’s not like she could do anything about the fact because why would he get involved with an 18-year-old, who was also best friends with his daughter. Although the two did have an interesting relationship; that was for sure. It consisted of what seemed like hatred, but they were both just ultimately frustrated due to the fact that they can’t get what they both desperately wanted.

“Y/N, can you grab some drinks and some snacks while I go upstairs and get shit tidied up? My room’s a disaster.” Iris flashed her puppy dog eyes at her best friend which released a chuckle from the other female’s lips.

“Yeah, sure.”

Iris smiled and rushed up the stairs with both of the girls’ bags as Y/N passed Harry who watched her walk into the large kitchen that was the focal point of the home’s first floor. He got up from the couch and followed her, leaning against the kitchen’s marble island as she looked through the pantry and fridge, searching for some snacks as well as some drinks. He looked at her up and down, his eyes full of lust and longing before he licked his lips and rested his thumb on his chin. She turned around after getting that feeling that she was being watched, and lo and behold, she caught him checking her out. He tried to play it off but she raised her eyebrow at him and gave a slight smirk before she closed the fridge and placed two bottles of coke next to him, along with some Ritz crackers and cheese.

“Can I help you?” She asked, a glimmer in her eye and a ribbon of sarcasm lacing her tone of voice, the smirk staying plastered on her face. All she could think about right now was how she saw his jaw clench while he stared at her and how badly she wanted to be taken by him right there right now.

“Sadly not.”

He replied before walking away, his eyebrows furrowed as he felt his cock twitch in his sweatpants which caused him to groan quietly. The brunette went back to the couch, slouching once he sat, getting comfortable and covering his crotch with a pillow that previously rested on the empty spot next to him.

Y/N giggled quitely, biting her lip before she shook her head and snapped out of the perverted visions that wracked her brain. She grabbed everything she’d retrieved from the kitchen and started walking towards the staircase.

Once she got to the wooden stairs, she placed one foot on the first stair and looked back at the man on the couch before she winked at him then walked up the rest of the stairs.

‘Oh god what are you doing Y/N?!’ The young woman thought to herself as she made her way to Iris’s room.

Harry’s cock grew in that moment, watching her walk up the stairs after she basically just teased the shit out of him. He placed his hand on his mouth and grabbed the aching inches in his pants.

“Fuck Y/N, what are you doing? This isn’t a game.” He mumbled quietly as he then bit his finger, trying harder to muffle his words.

Several hours had passed, which meant it was currently 12:35 am.

Harry was still lounging on the couch, watching Game of Thrones as he usually would. Voices from the television filled the room, although it wasn’t obnoxiously loud so that he wouldn’t bother the girls who were upstairs; doing whatever girls do.

The thought of Y/N hadn’t left the man’s mind and was driving him slightly insane. He couldn’t stop thinking about he wanted to teach her a lesson. As soon as he finished that thought, he heard light footsteps and saw a familiar figure, followed by a voice that he couldn’t handle hearing right now.

“Hey, can I come watch tv with you? Iris passed out while we were watching a movie and I’m not tired.”

‘Shit, no, please go back upstairs Y/N’ Harry thought before he turned his gaze to her, his eyes widening slightly when he realized what the female was wearing. A white tank top; with no bra underneath which made her nipples and the small balls of silver from her nipple piercings clearly visible, as well as a pair of very short shorts which barely covered her ass at all. To tie it all together, her beautiful dark brown hair was down and grazed her lower back. It was like Harry was being cursed and blessed at the same time.

“Yeah, feel free.”

He finally responded as he watched her walk over to the couch and planted her large ass on the spot next to him. He looked back at the tv, trying his best to keep his eyes off of the female next to him. A jolt of energy made its way to Harry’s cock, causing it to turn rock hard. The man quickly grabbed the pillow from earlier and covered himself before Y/N could notice. Little did he know that he was too late.

Y/N smirked and made a rather quick and probably stupid decision, but she was unbelievably horny so she decided to make a bold move, not thinking it through fully.

She moved the pillow from his lap, throwing it onto the floor before she got onto Harry’s lap, straddling him with her breasts flush against his chest. His hard-on poked her clit but she tried her hardest not to let out a moan.

“Why’re you hiding from me, huh?”

Harry chocked on his words before letting them escape his lips as a stern quiet-yell.

“What the actual fuck are you thinking, Y/N? We can’t do this, Lee’s right upstairs and you’re 18.”

“Exactly. I’m 18, meaning this is legal.”

“I’m her father, do you not understand that? I’m also 20 years older than you, you’re a child.”

“Age is just a number, Harry. Plus, you clearly need me, and probably have for a long time.”

Y/N giggled as she rubbed herself against the man’s aching cock. Harry clenched his jaw and quickly stood up, throwing her small body onto the couch before he crawled on top of her, his arms and hands next to her head as he held himself up to stare down at her. His aura was dark, so were his eyes which seemed to turn black instead of their usual green shade.

“Don’t tempt me. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”

He stated before being silent for a moment just to look at her, then he continued.

“Go back upstairs, now.”

She let out a small squeak after she was placed in her current situation but she was enjoying every second of it and couldn’t help but to play along. Y/N then wrapped her arms around the man’s neck and brought his face closer to his before leaning in, whispering into his ear.

“Make me, daddy.”

She added the pet name at the end to rile him up even more, and god did it work.

He swallowed hard before he lifted her up, throwing her body over his shoulder and heading towards the basement which was where his bedroom was located. There was a bedroom next to Iris’s that could have been his but he turned it into a guest bedroom so that his daughter wouldn’t have to hear what went on when he had women over; it was perfect in this case. If Iris knew what was happening, he would be dead. Harry opened the door quickly but quietly, closing and locking it behind him. He made his way down the stairs and towards his bed and when he reached it he threw the female onto the duvet, causing her to release a small squeak, same to the one she let slip out earlier. Harry shirt was quickly removed from his body and thrown onto the floor somewhere. His large hands grabbed Y/N’s hips and brought them towards him as he flipped her so that her ass was facing up. The man quickly swatted at the plump mound in front of him, repeating the motion a few times while listening to Y/N whimper and moan at the same time. Harry proceeded to flip her back over and moved so that he hovered above her, grabbing her face with one hand and staring into her brown eyes.

“You’re a terrible friend, seducing your best friend’s father…”

He breathed out, removing his hand from her face and making his way to ravage her neck and finally claiming her as his. He continued to speak as he searched for her neck’s sweet spot.

“I’m going to give you the punishment that little sluts like you deserve.”

A moan escaped Y/N’s mouth as she tilted her head to the side, allowing Harry to get access to more of her neck which he was exploring quickly and roughly, leaving dark bruises all over the surface of her beige skin. These marks would need some serious explaining and made up cause if Iris happened to ask her about it. He soon lifted himself back to stare down at her before his large hands gripped the top of her white tank top, completely tearing the fabric and throwing it somewhere off to the side. Her double D sized breasts were revealed and her nipples hardened due to the sudden feeling of cold air that grazed them. Soon enough, the man’s tongue made its way to the small buds on her chest, releasing a louder moan from the female underneath his large body.

“Harry, s-stop teasing…”

She managed to breathe out as he nibbled on her perky nipples, disregarding what she was saying. He moved on from her nipples and decided to plant more bruises all over her beautiful breasts. She belonged to him in this moment, and soon enough, she wouldn’t want anyone else but him.

“You’ve been teasing me since the moment I first met you. Now it’s my turn to return the favor.”

He smirked proudly as he lowered himself planting kisses on her stomach and soon enough completely ridding her of her clothes once he tore her shorts off of her, preparing himself to tear off her panties but thankfully she wasn’t wearing any; causing his smirk and length to grow. He grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders and placed his mouth in front of her dripping cunt. Inhaling her sweet scent before he completely ravaged her. He blew air onto her clit which caused her to squirm before he brought her as close to him as possible.

“No no, you’re mine now.”

Harry then slowly started swirling his tongue on the female’s bud of nerves; soft moans filling the air. He increased his intensity and speed while also inserting a finger into her dripping hole. The man pulsed his finger into her, adding another finger after a few seconds. At this point, Y/N was a moaning mess. Her fingers tangled themselves in Harry’s hair, tugging at his beautifully tangled curls.

“Fuck, Harry!”

She exclaimed as he went to town on her heat for about 5 minutes before he realized she was going to cum any second, so he simply stopped his actions. Harry lifted his face from her as well as removed his soaking fingers, inserting them into his mouth and cleaning them with his tongue. The female stared at him, her breath shaky. She furious that he stopped when she was so damn close.

“What the hell?! I was so fucking close.”

She yelled before he placed his hand over her mouth and quickly shut her up and he simply chuckled before his face grew serious.

“Shut your mouth.”

He scolded and removed his hand, he then stood up and removed his sweats, along with his boxers. The man’s aching cock sprung out of its cloth prison and he let out a sigh of relief before taking a couple steps back, moving away from the bed.

“On your knees, now.”

Harry demanded as his eyes were fixed upon Y/N and nothing else. The female was speechless when she saw how large the man’s cock was; it was better than she could have ever imagined. His orders were obeyed and she got off the bed, moving in front of him and on her knees. She took him her hand and examined him for a second before sliding his thick length into her mouth, taking what she could and stroking the rest with her hand. She heard him cuss under his breath and that made her want him even more but she knew she had to make him want her even more. Harry then grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair and started face-fucking her, she gagged every now and again but it just made him go crazy.

“Shit...”

He moaned out as he looked down at her only to be met with her staring right up at him. He inserted himself deeply into her mouth, causing her to gag one final time before he removed his cock from her mouth, a string of saliva still connecting the two. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed her right now or else he would lose his damn mind. Lifting her up into his arms, and holding her legs against his waist as he pinned her against the wall. She held him tightly, her arms slithered around his neck and her thighs constricting around his abdomen. Harry moved one of his hands and placed it on his cock, guiding himself to her entrance. Once he was there, he pushed his full length inside of her, the sudden action caused him to moan deeply and caused the female in his arms to scream with a mix of pleasure and pain. He allowed a second for her to adjust before he started pounding into her.

“Fuck!”

She screamed his name as she dug her nails deep into his back, as well as throwing her head back while she was being fucked mercilessly. He wasn't going gentle on her whatsoever but it just made her feel even better. Harry’s fingers dug into her hips as he roughly pounded into her tight walls, he then clashed their lips together and kissed the female passionately. The pain in his back due to her sharp nails was causing him to groan every now and again, it was more pleasure than pain. The pace he was going at only increased every minute, causing Y/N to cum multiple times, but that didn’t mean they were going to stop any time soon.

“Y/N, you’re so fucking tight.”

He breathed as her walls only continued to hug his girth. Stopping himself for a second, he moved them both from the wall and placed her back onto the bed, her limbs still wrapped around him as she stayed a moaning mess. It wasn’t long before he started moving again, faster than before; if that was even possible. They stayed in the missionary pose for quite a while, the room filled with their moans.

“Who do you belong to?”

Harry asked, his voice raspy and demanding an answer. Y/N struggled to get an answer out due to the fact that she was an absolute mess in this exact moment.

“Well?”

“Y-you, Harry! I b-belong to you!”

She managed to scream out, her voice laced with lust and passion while her breathing continued at a rapid pace.

“That’s right.”

The man chuckled as he pushed himself into her as deeply as he could, staying there for about a second while he went back to Y/N’s neck which seemed to just be covered in one giant bruise when it was actually just tons of individual love marks. Soon enough, he went back to thrusting in and out of her, letting a groan out as he knew he was coming close to his release. The female below him had her share of releases and she knew that by the end of this, she would not be able to even take a step without collapsing.

“Get back on your knees, Y/N. I’m close.”

Harry had no intention of getting an 18 year old pregnant. He was clean but he didn’t want to risk releasing his load into her, regardless of the circumstances. He pulled out of Y/N and she quickly got back onto her knees, starting to suck him off and play with his balls as she did so, which caused Harry to purr.

“Fuck, yes baby, finish daddy off..”

He moaned out as she deep throated the man in front of her, taking him as well as she could before she finally felt his hot seed spill down her throat, all she could hear was Harry groaning as he held onto her head, making sure she took all of his seed. Y/N swallowed every last drop before she was able to move her head and look up at him, sticking her tongue out of her mouth so that he could see that she did indeed take every last drop of him. Harry stared at her, eyes filled with lust before leaning down and kissing her passionately, not paying much attention to where her mouth just was. Pulling back from the kiss and turning his head to look at his alarm clock that rested on his wooden bedside table which read 3:00 am. They’d been at it for a couple hours and the grown man wouldn’t take back any of it.

“Now don’t forget what you said. You belong to me now.”

Y/N nodded before she pushed herself up off the floor and sat at the end of the bed, looking at herself in the mirror across the room. How was she going to explain all these bruises to Iris? She’d probably have to leave before she woke up.

“Thanks for all the bruises, you jackass.” She snapped, causing Harry to laugh as he was putting his boxers and sweatpants back on.

“Oh please, have you seen my back?” He asked before he turned his back to her, a giggle escaping her throat before she bit her bottom lip. It looked like she drew blood on some sections of his back. She was quite proud of that actually.

“We need to get you home. I’ll tell Iris there was an emergency or something. She can’t see you like, that.”

He pointed towards her neck and breasts before she nodded and was about to get dressed, then realizing Harry’s actions of desperation earlier caused her clothes to be completely ripped and unwearable so she stood up and grabbed the shirt that the man was wearing, sliding it over her head and letting it drape over her small figure.

“I need to go get my stuff, I can’t leave in just this.”

“Oh but you’ll have too, otherwise you’ll wake her.”

Y/N groaned before she felt two large arms wrap around her body, Harry’s chin rested on her shoulder while they both faced the same direction; looking in the mirror. The large man then started nibbling on her ear before whispering into it,

“Think of me fucking you while you wear my shirt as you drive home. I’ll bring you your things in the morning, if we’re lucky and you’re home alone, we can have some more fun.”

so that’s the first smut i guessss. i hope you guys liked it. I might write some more in the future depending on the feedback i get from this one. the other ones may be shorter though, i’m not sure yet. also sorry if there's some mistakes.

(i have a different version of this on my wattpad but i decided to post it as harry on here)

#harry styles blurb #harry styles au #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles x y/n #harry styles

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amelialincoln · 3 years

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Electric Love pt2

sorry im working on an amelink fic but its hard cause i have little to motivate me with. soooo here's marecal

They both awoke to the sound of an alarm blaring continuously over their heads. This happened on occasion and as terrifying as the situation was, the couple had almost gotten used to it. After the war the idea of democracy had been popular among the regions. With red and silver becoming equal, the solution had seemed obvious. But it would be wrong to say that the idea of everyone living in harmony was accepted by all. It was mostly the silvers that had an issue with it all, still craving the power they once had maintained. The small rebellion had formed about a year after the war, and raids had been happening throughout the palace almost every month since then. It was rare that anyone would come near their apartment but Cal had built an underground bunker just in case. The raids never resulted in much, other than terrifying those who lived there. Occasionally, they’d take a staff member or government official but eventually would set them free after their pleas went unanswered.

Mare stumbled out of their bed, still half asleep. However, Cal tugged at her arm, wide awake. He’d already secured his bracelets and a dim flame lit up their bedroom. He couldn’t help but worry that since word had gotten around about Mare’s pregnancy, they may somehow be a target. To which Mare had responded, days earlier, that no silver in their right mind would come anywhere near the two of them, in fear for their lives.

“Feeling nauseous?” He asked as she gripped the stair railing and swayed softly.

“When am I not,” she grumbled, following him down into the blackness. Cal sighed with relief as he bolted the door and pulled the string to an overhead light. The concrete room contained a double bed, a cabinet full of snacks and a pathetic sink that sat in the corner, almost always dripping. Mare crawled into the mess of duvet and leaned back against the bed frame. She was usually unfazed by the break-ins and normally slept through the entire event, unlike Cal who usually spent the night watching the door and allowing flames to creep across his fingertips. He glanced over to find her hands pressed against the small bump that had formed on her midsection earlier that week. Her first trimester was exhausting her and Cal had never felt more helpless.

“You should rest,” he noted. “Practice starts at six tomorrow because of the holiday on Monday.” He knew that despite tonight’s events there was no way that Mare would miss even an hour of training.

“I would lie down but I’m trying really hard to not throw up,” she responded slowly. Mare wasn’t known as a ray of sunshine when functioning on little sleep. “I would appreciate it if you could get your child to give me a break, Tiberias.” She tried to sound bitter but he could hear the fragility in her voice.

“Do you want the plain crackers? Those usually help,” he suggested.

“Do we have any down here?”

“No.” He expected her to yell at him but instead she leaned back in exhaustion.

“Can you just come sit with me?” Cal glanced over at her apprehensively, not wanting to leave his position by the door. Mare rolled her eyes at his hesitation.“Cal, for fucksake it’s absolutely fine--” As if on cue the sound of their apartment door banging open echoed through the flat. Mare fell silent as the sound of moving furniture filled their ears. Someone was looking for them. Anxiety raged inside her and lightning sparked on her palms, growing brighter by the second.

“Mare, control it,” Cal hissed. Her ability was becoming more and more unpredictable as her pregnancy went on, to the point where they were in the midst of getting a necklace made out of silent stone for moments like these. Cal couldn’t help but wish they’d had it by now.

“I can’t,” her voice wavered. The light above them brightened immensely before popping and surrounding them in blackness. Light bulb glass reflected red as Cal’s flames dimly lit the room. Mare silently prayed that her purple sparks would not reappear. “Do you hear that?” She asked, as a familiar voice called out to them, calling their names over and over. “It’s Gisa!” She moved to the side of the bed

“No Mare, it’s not.” Cal’s eyes darkened, willing her to lie back down.

“Cal, I think I would know my own sister--”

“It’s a voice manipulator, it’s trying to convince us to come out.”

“How do you know--” She wanted nothing more than to answer the voice calling out to her.

“Because I hear Maven,” Cal hissed, his eyes begging her to be quiet. Mare had never wanted to throw up more. She finally processed the idea of silvers rummaging through their apartment, playing tricks on their minds. Suddenly the situation was more nauseating than the smell of Cal’s green smoothies he’d been forcing her to drink lately. He noticed her gag and shot her a look of sympathy. Eventually the calling diminished and they heard less and less footsteps above, though neither of them wanted to go back upstairs. Eventually Mare fell asleep but Cal couldn’t bring himself to leave the door, waiting for the voice of his brother to return.

She awoke the next morning to find Cal missing from the bunker. A handwritten note was left on her pillow.

Mare,

Taking the kids up the mountain today. Don’t try and follow us, we'll be back soon enough. Rest and please just be safe.

Love, Cal

Classic. She threw her head back in frustration. Despite the break-ins being an inconvenience, they always put Cal on edge. She was surprised that he’d decided to let her out of his sight, even if it meant her getting some extra hours of sleep. She walked lazily up the stairs to find their apartment torn to shreds. Furniture was pushed over and destroyed. Picture frames had fallen off walls and glass lay shattered on the floor. Although she hadn’t been too involved in the design of their place, she couldn’t help but feel awful that all of Cal’s hard work had gone to waste. She smoothed the crinkled photos that had fallen out of their frames. Most were of her and Cal, apart from some of Mare’s family and Cal had one photo of Coriane, which he cherished greatly. She couldn’t help but grin at the thought of racing up the mountain to meet the group, the idea didn’t seem too bad to her. Undoubtedly would piss off Cal, which was always fun. She didn’t bother having breakfast, through trial and error she’d learned that eating before noon would result in an hour spent in the bathroom. Eventually, after a while of trying to tidy up the apartment, she was dying of boredom. She tied her hair back into a messy braid and pulled on her training uniform before swifty leaving the apartment, locking it behind her.

“Hey!” She whipped around to find Evangeline morphing the garden fountain into a rather inappropriate image. “Cal cleared my schedule to sit around and wait for you to try and leave.” She narrowed her eyes, obviously upset by her change in plans.

“That’s dumb,” Mare shrugged, turning to leave.

“He also lied about where he took the kids today. If you go up that mountain you aren’t going to find them.” Mare stopped in her tracks, cursing. “Why do you want to go so bad anyways?”

“Because what else am I supposed to do?” she huffed.

“Domestic life not treating you well?” Evangeline teased, Mare glanced up at her, realizing how much she had begun to miss everyone she’d gotten close with last year. She hadn’t seen Farely in what seemed like months.

“How’s Elane?” She changed the subject and Evangeline took the bait, never upset when speaking of her girlfriend.

“She comes to visit today,” her eyes lit up with excitement. “I’m going back with her in a week and then staying awhile. There isn’t much to do around here,” she admitted, Cal had mentioned that her ‘government’ role had been less riveting than she’d anticipated.

“Yeah, no kidding.” Mare couldn’t help but grin at the idea of Evangeline in a stuffy room talking about politics.

“He did seem shaken up this morning though. The raids were bad last night?” Mare could tell Evangeline was trying to keep her from leaving but at that point she didn’t care. There were twelve off campus training sites scattered over Montford and the group could be anywhere. She sat down on the edge of the fountain and tried to look as if she wasn’t bothered.

“They don’t usually search our apartment.”

“Ah,” Evangeline responded. “Probably something to do with the bun in the oven.” She gestured to the small bump that Mare had been desperately trying to hide with baggy clothing.

“I don’t know what they think they could possibly achieve by trying to harm either of us.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

“Yeah, it’s messed.” Evangeline bit her lip. “The group is expanding though. If you go downtown there’s signs up everywhere. The silvers aren’t happy.”

“You think after last year people would want a break from the violence.”

“I don’t know, would be nice to have a little fun.” The rings on her fingers were morphing into tiny daggers on her palms. Mare couldn’t help but laugh.

“You haven’t changed.”

“Have any of us, really?” Evangeline shrugged. “Come on, Barrow, I know you miss silver blood on your hands.”

“We crave the chaos now but the moment we’re back in it we’ll wish we savoured these moments.” She shook her head but couldn’t suppress the rush of euphoria that passed over her as she imagined what Evangeline was suggesting.

“You think there will be another war?” Evangeline’s voice was hushed, as if someone was listening in on the pair’s conversation. Mare nodded grimly.

“Cal’s been seeing Julian almost every night. I can tell they’re hashing out the beginnings of some plan. He’s been downplaying the silver’s revolt. I don’t know why he’s treating me like I’m too weak to handle the truth.”

“Probably doesn’t want to stress you out.” Evangeline brushed a piece of her frizzy blond behind her ear and smirked as she watched Mare gag at the idea of her condition was making her incompetent. “Just go,” she finally caved. “They’re at the training centre in Elm.” Evangeline chuckled as the lightning girl’s eyes lit up with delight. “Tell him I told you and I’ll give the silvers a key to your underground bunker,” she added darkly, trying to hide her amusement.

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Judging from the time of day the group would probably be on their trek back by now. Mare decided to go anyways. The idea of getting a rise out of Cal was too appealing to pass up. He deserved it for treating her like she was useless. The dirt road was longer than she remembered or maybe she was just more out of shape than the last time she’d run it. She pushed herself faster at the thought. It took a lot for someone to sneak up on Mare. Cal failed miserably almost every day. Which is why, when she was pulled back suddenly, she froze in shock rather than fought back. Before she could react a knife was pressed to her neck and it drew a small amount of blood that began to pool under her chin. She felt the silent before it even started reaping her ability from her, tugging her strength away.

“Not so powerful now, sparks.” She could hear the enjoyment in the unfamiliar silver’s voice and wanted to spit at the nickname. The knife, however, permitted her from doing such.

“I’ve got guards watching me,” she forced out a lie. “Letting me go would be a smart move.” To her dismay the group of silvers only chuckled.

“Look Red Queen, you're the issue here. You’re the reason that reds think they can waltz into our cities and act like they aren’t the worthless vermin that they are. You may have deceived the prince but there’s no mistaking your true intentions.” Mare couldn’t begin to guess what they were talking about.

“He’s not your prince anymore.” Was all she could think of to say. Cal didn’t want anything to do with the crown anymore, or so she hoped.

“And that’s where you're wrong.” The new silver’s voice was calm and poised. “Tiberias Calore VII has been working to revise the new laws. The democratic system is flawed. It’s only a matter of time before it splits. Your boyfriend is working hard to fix the damage you caused.”

“That’s not true.” She could hear the falter in her own voice.

“So that leaves you as the problem. A red can never sit on a silver throne.” Mare could feel the knife digging deeper into her skin.

“I don’t want your stupid throne.” She managed to kick her leg back, connecting with the soft area that she’d been aiming for. The man yelped in pain, allowing the knife to drop. Mare whirled around to find a larger group than she’d expected. As the sky began to darken she noticed a line of sweat was starting to form on the silent’s forehead.

“Get her in the vehicle,” the woman ordered, Mare could sense the weakness in her voice knowing she wouldn’t last for much longer. She could feel the static energy increasing in the air, begging to strike. The men came at her quickly. She dodged the first couple easily but more kept advancing. The silent held on to her dismay and eventually she was surrounded. It was the knife guy that hit her first, undoubtedly holding onto some sort of resentment. After that the rest was blurry until she doubled over in pain and blackness invaded her vision.

#marecal #marecal fanfic #marecalfanfic #marebarrow #mare barrow #tiberias calore #evangeline samos #redqueen #red queen #red queen fanfiction #victoria aveyard

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hookedonapirate · 4 years

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Daddy!kink prompt: I know it’s different than the verse a bit, but what if they didn’t know the other was into that kink? And one day one of them lets it slip? Maybe? I think it could be fun/you’re ridiculously talented and I know you could do it. Thanks!!!!

Oh Daddy Prompts

Summary: Office AU. Killian is Emma's boss, and after a Freudian slip of the tongue, very inappropriate office etiquette ensues ;)

A/N: This one-shot is not related to the original Oh Daddy verse, per request, and so this is a fresh setting entirely. I hope you don’t mind this is not an established relationship, Nonnie. If you’d prefer, I can totally write one where they are in a relationship.

I also paired this with another prompt from someone who sent their Oh daddy prompts via gifs. But I've only included one in this part and the rest of the gifs will be in another one-shot, probably used together if I can swing it.

Thank you @itsfabianadocarmo for the delicious banner above!

prompt gif 1

Other Oh Daddy Prompts: 1. You’re being an awfully bad girl l 2. Daddy, can you pass the potatoes? l 3. Better than coffee l 4. Caught In a solo act l 5. Naughty School Girl l 6. Busted l 7. Bless Me, Father I 8. Tell Me When to Grab the Cupcake I 9. Proving a Point

Rated: Explicit

Talk Dirty to Me

Emma has it bad for her boss. She’s been working at his firm for about a year now and has yet to gather the courage to admit her feelings for him. Instead, she keeps telling herself they should remain friendly but professional, and every day, she carries this huge lie on her shoulders, and every day, either he goes into her office to chat with her, or she goes to his, telling herself they’re just good friends and nothing more. She’ll sit on the edge of his desk and they’ll talk about whatever—work, the weather, and anything that comes up naturally in conversation. She’d like to think he feels the same for her—if the way his eyes light up when she enters his office or the smiles he graces her with are any indications. He also has this adorable habit of scratching behind his ear when he’s nervous, and yep he does that when he’s with her.

But if he feels the same way about her, then why hasn’t he said anything or asked her out? Is it because he wants to keep things professional? He’s her boss after all, and if he were seeing any of his other employees, she’d think it was creepy and wrong and unfair (and yes, she'd be insanely jealous), but somehow she doesn’t find it wrong to fantasize about him every night fucking her on his desk or in his chair. She’s not sure if his feelings are mutual, but she’s sure he would’ve said something if he really heard her and Ruby talking about him in the break room a few weeks ago while they were eating lunch from the cafe down the street.

Emma regrets the day she admitted to her foul-mouthed friend she has feelings for their boss because while Emma tries to forget (but miserably fails every single time) Ruby constantly reminds her.

“You know, Emma, I don’t understand why you don’t just march into Killian’s office, ride him in his chair like he belongs to you, and make him your Daddy.”

Emma also regrets the time she told Ruby about one of her fantasies which entailed Emma calling him Daddy as he fucked her.

“Hello, ladies,” Killian greeted cheerfully as he entered the break room and headed to the refrigerator.

Fuck.

Emma’s cheeks were on fucking fire, and as soon as Killian turned his back to open the fridge, she shot Ruby a scowl so deadly, she was surprised her friend didn’t burst into flames. Ruby just covered her mouth trying to choke down a laugh.

Thankfully, Killian said nothing and nuked up some leftovers he’d brought to work and left to eat in his office.

To this day, Emma still has no idea whether Killian overhead Ruby talking about him. If he did, he never said anything about it.

Emma’s busy running some insurance quotes for a potential client when she hears a tap on the door frame. She stops typing to look up at Killian as he stands in the doorway.

“Morning, Killian,” she greets, flashing a slight smile.

“Good morning, love. May I come in?”

Oh God, that smooth British accent, that silky voice always does things to her. She clenches her thighs together under her desk. “Yeah, of course.”

He offers a shy grin and walks over to her desk. “If you get a moment today, can you step into my office?”

Emma gulps. Something tells her he’s not inviting her into his office to shoot the breeze like they normally do. No, this sounds a bit more serious than that. She clears the frog from her throat. “Yeah, sure.”

“Great, I’ll see you then,” he says before turning around and leaving her office.

Well, that was disappointing. He didn't even start up a casual conversation like he usually does. And did he seriously just wink at her? What the hell is going on? Is he finally saying something about how Ruby spoke of him? Are they getting written up, or worse, are they getting fired?

But that was weeks ago.

Emma feels sick to her stomach and pales as she tries to continue with her tasks without constantly wondering what he wants to speak with her about. But she can’t stop worrying. So as soon as she finishes the mountain of work on her desk, she gets up and goes to Killian’s office, which is around the corner. The atmosphere is either very hectic at the end of the day, with people calling and requesting quotes or endorsements at the last minute, or quiet and laid back, and today it’s the latter. Jones Insurance Agency isn’t very big, but because it was just remodeled six months ago and in a prime location downtown, it does pretty well for a small insurance firm in an insignificant town like Storybrrooke.

Emma takes a deep breath, her hands shaking and her heart racing as she knocks on Killian’s door.

“Come in.”

Emma steps in and shuts the door behind her. Killian’s office has an enormous picture window with a stunning view of the sea, and she always loves gazing out the window on a sunny day or in the evening when the sun is setting. But truthfully, she loves gazing at the owner of said view, who is currently dressed down, with his jacket off, his sleeves rolled up, shirt untucked with the top three buttons undone, exposing some chest hair, and his tie loose around his neck.

“Hi, love,” Killian says sweetly as he drags a hand through his unruly hair before gathering some papers from his desk. “I wanted to go over these reports for tomorrow’s meeting.”

Emma sighs in relief, her heartbeat slowing a little as she rounds the desk and looks over his shoulder so she can see the papers he’s referring to.

“You can have a seat if you want, love,” he says, looking up at her.

“No, that’s okay, I’ve been sitting all day,” she laughs. “I’m good where I’m at.” In more ways than one. Even though it’s the end of the day, she can still smell his intoxicating cologne. He smells amazing.

“I won’t be here tomorrow morning, so I need you to lead the sales meeting tomorrow if you don’t mind of course.”

“Yes, I can do that,” she says with a smile.

“Brilliant,” he says appreciatively and goes over the usual topics covered in their meetings, like what their best experience with a client was that week and what was the worst. They always share stories and challenges and ways they can overcome certain challenges. Their jobs aren’t the most exciting—Killian is a Life Insurance agent and the owner of the firm and she’s a home insurance agent—but she has a feeling sex between them would be fantastic.

She changes her mind and takes her usual seat at the edge of his desk because she’s wearing heels and they’re killing her feet. He doesn’t seem to mind though as he discusses sales numbers and quarterly goals and other things she needs to know to lead the meeting tomorrow but honestly, she can’t focus on a word he’s saying because he’s so close to her and she’s watching those soft, sensual lips move as he speaks, watches the way his wet, sinful tongue sweeps across those lips as he flips to the next page.

She’s imagining all the things he can do to her with that tongue, imagines how good it would feel between her thighs. Emma crosses her legs, feeling herself growing wet at the thought and tries to shake away those sinful thoughts. She really shouldn’t be thinking about her boss in this way, but she can’t help it. She wants to ride him in his chair and fuck him until he cums. She wants to call him Daddy and tell him to fuck her until she can’t walk straight.

“These are some sticky areas, so we must focus on ways we can improve and hit our numbers for the month. I want our sales to be a hundred and ten percent.”

Emma’s mind is too far in the gutter at this point because it’s the end of the day, she’s tired and apparently she’s a giddy school girl all over again. “Oh Daddy, please talk dirty to me some more,” Emma giggles. She’s not sure why she says it; at first, she thinks she only imagined it, but the way Killian lifts his head and the way his pupils dilate, she realizes her mistake. And she called him Daddy!

Oh fuck.

She gasps, her eyes wide with horror. She’s definitely getting fired. She wishes she could crawl into a hole right now and be buried with her humiliation.

As she opens her mouth to apologize and give her resignation, Killian cocks a brow, a slight smirk hinting on his lips. “You better watch it, love, or Daddy will have to bend you over his desk and spank you,” he teases back.

Emma’s heartbeat shoots through the roof, her mouth parted as she gazes into those piercing blue eyes. So he’s in a playful mood today? Okay, that’s good. She can definitely work with this. Pressing her palms into the desk, she leans in closer to him and murmurs, “How do you know I don’t like being spanked?”

Killian’s mouth opens, his tongue flicking against the inside of his cheek. God, he’s sexy when he does that. Her panties are fucking soaked.

“I had a feeling what Ruby said that day in the break room was true,” he says cockily, tilting his head.

Emma’s brows climb her forehead, pure shock washing over her. “You heard that?”

He nods. “Aye.”

Her stomach drops. “I’m sorry about that. Ruby has no filter.”

Killian chuckles, breaking through Emma’s walls of embarrassment. The sound eases her nerves a bit. “I’m not mad about Ruby’s comments, more like intrigued actually.”

“What?” On one hand, Emma’s completely relieved he didn’t fire her or Ruby even though he overheard their conversation, but on the other hand, it’s still embarrassing having her boss overhear a private conversation she had with Ruby, especially since it involved him.

“I’m attracted to you, Emma, if you couldn’t already tell,” he admits sheepishly, his eyes locked with hers as he scratches behind his ear.

“Oh...” Emma’s not sure how to respond that. After all this time he felt as she did? She’d wanted to believe it was true but didn’t know if it were all in her head or if she had gauged the situation correctly. “I, um—”

“I would never do anything to make you uncomfortable, Emma, but if you want to—”

“Oh I want to,” Emma blurts out, cutting him off.

“Thank Gods.” Killian throws the papers on the desk and reaches over, slides his hands into her hair and tugs her to him, his lips crashing against hers so suddenly and roughly, she’d fall over if he weren’t holding her so securely. Her fingers assault his hair, tugging fistfuls of dark locks in her hands. She climbs him like a tree and straddles his lap, grinding into him, feeling how hard he already is through his navy blue slacks. It’s so fucking hot, Emma works her hips faster into him, wanting so much more, her heels sliding off her feet and onto the floor with two clunks.

“If you wanted me, you just had to say so, baby,” he growls against her lips, his breath completely wrecked and ragged.

“Killian...” she whispers as her fingers untangle from his hair so she can work on unbuttoning his dress shirt. “I’ve had so many dreams about this, Daddy.” Emma’s fingers are trembling but moving quickly as she desperately undoes the last few buttons and presses a trail of kisses down his chest through his feather-soft chest hair he always hides underneath his shirt.

Killian groans and she peels her mouth away from him so he can lift her silk blouse over her head and toss it to the floor, revealing her black-laced bra.

“Me too, baby.” He kisses down her neck and cups her breasts in his hands. “Every time I see you, I wonder how good your cunt would feel around my cock.”

Emma moans as he wraps his arms around her, pulling her to him and kissing the tops of her breasts, his lips brushing over the soft fabric. She combs her hands through his hair and pays no mind when her bra straps fall from her shoulders, too focused on how warm and decadent Killian's lips and mouth feel as he marks her skin.

“I always think about you fucking me, Daddy.” She tilts her head back as he kisses the valley of her breasts, burying his face there, the dark scruff on his chin scratching her smooth skin. God, he feels good right there, just worshipping her breasts like he's never seen a pair of boobs before. And she's still wearing a bra.

“Bloody hell, that’s the best thing I’ve heard in my entire life,” he groans and unclasps her bra. “You should write poetry, love.”

Emma laughs through her lust-fueled fog, her cheeks warm with blush as he pulls off her bra and adds it to the pile on the floor.

His eyes darken with lust as he drinks in her bare breasts, pink nipples tightening under his hungry gaze. “You’re so perfect and beautiful,” he whispers against her skin before taking a hard nipple in his soft, warm mouth.

She moans, pressing herself into him as he sucks and nips and licks her breasts and nipples to his heart’s content, telling her how good she tastes and how good she feels in his hands. Emma shudders and closes her eyes, relishing the treatment. She loves being in his hands. His hands make her feel like a freaking goddess.

When he releases her nipples, he captures her mouth with his and she rolls her hips into him, wanting his cock inside her. Bad. But her skirt is impeding their activities so she raises her hips inviting him to push the offending fabric above her waist. He does so quickly and moves her panties aside, feeling how incredibly soaked she is.

He groans and mutters a slew of dirty curses as he slides his fingers inside her slit. “Gods... you’re so fucking wet for me. If only you knew all the things I want to do to you, baby girl.”

“Next time, Daddy,” she rasps, unzipping his pants and pulling out his manhood, trying not to think too much about what her words imply.

She whimpers as his thick, rock hard cock aches in her hand. He feels so fucking good in her palm; she can only imagine how incredible he’ll feel inside her.

“Aye,” he agrees with a throaty groan while she’s stroking him and rubbing the head of his dick against her wet folds. His eyes roll back into his head and he has to force his trembling hands to retrieve his wallet from the desk drawer.

After he finds a condom, Emma rolls it over his pulsating cock, loving how every ridge of him feels in her palm.

“You still want to do this?” He asks, searching her eyes for approval.

She smirks, not a trace of doubt in her eyes. “A hundred and ten percent.”

He chuckles and wraps his hands around her hips.

She clutches onto his shoulders, sinking slowly onto his cock, watching Killian’s face contort in pleasure as she becomes wonderfully seated in his lap. He fills her up so perfectly.

Tightening her grip on his shoulders, she lifts her hips up and down, up and down, up and down, falling into a steady rhythm. She can’t believe after all this time, she’s making love to her boss, in his office of all places. With all her colleagues outside the door. With the window big and wide, looking out over the sea. She wonders if anyone can hear them.

“Bloody fuck, Emma...” Killian breathes as he peers down, watching as his cock slides in and out of her slick pussy.

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she rasps, barely keeping herself together.

“Not as good as you do, love. Your pussy is so tight and perfect. Even better than I imagined.”

“Fuck.” Moving one of her hands to his hair, she tugs his head back slightly so she can kiss him while she rides his cock, her nipples rubbing against his chest hair. She swallows the delicious groan he offers when their tongues connect so perfectly, she knows she won’t last much longer. “I’m close, Daddy,” she moans against his lips.

“Come, baby girl. I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.”

“Oh my God.” Her entire body spasms as her orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, her walls clamping around him. “Oh, Daddy,” she cries out as quietly as she can.

He holds her tight as his own orgasm rips through his entire body. He groans and sinks his teeth into her shoulder as he cums. After a few more thrusts, they still, and Emma slumps into him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, his heart pounding against hers.

“That was amazing,” she mumbles against his skin.

“You’re so fucking incredible.”

Emma lifts her head, still trying to gather her wits and steady her breathing. His cheeks are all rose-colored and so incredibly adorable. “Just to be clear, this won’t affect my next permanence review, right? I want to do well, but not because I’m riding you in your office.”

He furrows his brows, regarding her with a serious expression. “Of course, not. That would be bad form, love. But you’re already my best agent so this won’t change a thing. You have my word.”

She flashes a weak smile. “Good.”

“So, you want there to be a next time?” He asks with a hopeful glint in his eyes, bringing up her earlier statement.

She doesn’t answer him with words at first, but she’s hoping the smirk and the slow, tender kiss she offers him says it all. Before she peels herself off his lap, she whispers in his ear, just in case he didn’t get the message. “Oh Daddy, there will definitely be a next time.”

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity, kissing/making out, the yikes of being friendzoned

→ wordcount: 5.7k

You've never really thought about it before but now you realize that teachers do have a life outside of school.

They don't just sleep under their big, teacher desks at night and pop up in the morning right before the first bell rings. You know now that teachers, although with so much authority and intellect, are just humans—they have feelings, they have a life and they can also be your friend.

You beam as you look at your teacher as he lectures. A friend he was...

Your eyes shift up and down Jimin's figure and man, was it too sweet for your eyes. He's so good looking. Actually, even that was an understatement.

Your teacher's tight, white button-up shirt fits his figure just perfectly as his tie sit handsomely on his broad chest. His black jeans look strained on his muscular legs, and your eyes start moving up to settle specifically on his thighs. Goddamn.

Jimin pushes up his glasses (that he only wears in a classroom setting) and that motion draws you in to study his ethereal face. Your breath hitches as you marvel at his wide, almond eyes, adorable nose and those soft, plump lips. So beautiful, so surreal, so...

"Y/N? Y/N. Y/N!"

You jump a foot in the air. "Huh, what?" you shout, startled out of your mind. You know you probably sound like some twelve-year-old caught with porn and you mentally scold yourself for sounding so off-guard.

It gets worse when everyone in your math class laughs at you and you can feel your cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

"I asked you a question," Jimin says as he points to a problem on the board.

You've always noticed that your teacher never ever cuts you slack for being his friend; he doesn't show favoritism, preferring to treat everyone quite equally, no matter how bad someone might take an L on his test. You always thought that was honorable of him, but now, you kind of wished he'd leave you alone to die in your ocean of humiliation.

Palms already sweaty from all the unwanted attention on you, your eyes shake as you squint at the problem. It's hard to focus on the numbers. "Oh shit," you mutter under your breath, but you've always been a loud mutterer.

Everyone laughs again.

Uneasy sparks blaze in your stomach. You hate how everyone is watching you, waiting and listening for anything out of place to ridicule your every move.

But you take a deep breath and the math problem seems to clear up in your vision. It's an easy one, thank god.

"22 pi over 7," you squeak quickly, ducking your head under.

"Hm? Speak a little louder, Y/N," Jimin says as he adjusts his glasses, craning his neck towards you as if he couldn't hear you.

Goddammit, Jimin.

"22 pi over 7!" you yell in the stupidest and shakiest voice ever to be heard by mankind.

Finally, the fire in your stomach burns out when Jimin nods. "Correct," he chuckles slightly, his eyes glinting a bit. " Try not to daydream too much, Y/N. Even geniuses need to pay attention."

The fire is back and hotter than ever, except it's not only in your stomach, it's everywhere in your body. So. Fucking. Humiliating.

Trying to cool yourself, you set your head down on the desk, looking at your shoes as if those dirty, black Watt Star Converse were something actually worth looking at for more than half a millisecond.

Damn. I used to never get distracted... What the fuck is wrong with me?

After school, you trudge to your math teacher's classroom, still embarrassed about the incident earlier. When you walk in, Jimin's erasing the whiteboard, his back facing you.

As quietly and quickly as possible, you set your stuff down at your desk in the front of the classroom and sit. I will not initiate conversation. He's gonna hate me for getting distracted during class.

But when your teacher turns around, he laughs warmly, eyes scrunching up in the way that you love most.

"Y/N, why so quiet today?"

You flinch. "Oh, uh, no reason." You always sound so suspicious when you lie to Jimin.

"C'mon, you look disturbed," your friend says as he sets the whiteboard eraser down, abandoning it to walk towards you. "What's the matter?"

Oh, you know, just simply embarrassed that I think my friend, my teacher is hot and got fucking distracted over his goddamn body during his class.

But you can't say that.

"Oh, um..." you trail off, racking your brain for a good excuse. But as smart as you are academically, you're as stupid as a guppy when it comes to making plausible excuses. "I'm on my period."

You cringe the moment the words leave your mouth. Why, Y/N, why the fuck—

You want to crawl in a hole when Jimin raises his eyebrows in question. "Oh," he says. You swear you see his face flush pink as he turns his back towards you again, walking towards his messy desk. "Did it start today?" he asks.

Okay, what now?

Now it's your turn to flush pink; you didn't think Jimin would ask questions about your fake female problems. "Uh, yeah," you lie. "The cramps distracted me." Feigning pain, you try to convincingly grasp your stomach.

Jimin looks up at you from his desk, his silky black hair falling loosely over his twinkling eyes. To your surprise, he's smiling. "It isn't the first time I heard that excuse, Y/N. I know what you're really like on your period, remember?"

Well, shit. You did remember, you had just hoped he didn't... But it was your darn luck that he did. What did you expect from your intelligent teacher?

Face steaming, you huff. "Oh, whatever!"

Jimin only laughs, his eyes nearly disappearing as his full lips open up to a breathtakingly beautiful smile. You gulp. There's no doubt about it.

You're crushing on your teacher; he's much more of a distraction than your period will ever be.

"Operation help Ji—I mean, Mr. Park starts now!" you announce as the members of your math club cheer loudly.

"I don't know what kind of fucked up nasty humans were mean to our teacher, but we're totally gonna show them!" Nicole declares, Sarah and August agreeing aggressively by her side.

"But the question is... how?" Jungkook asks shyly, scooting closer to you.

Very aware of his movement, you slightly squirm, but pretend nothing happened. "I was thinking of a math tutoring club? For anyone who wants tutoring or is failing the class," you say. "And that way, if asshole parents complain again, we'll be able to say that Mr. Park did everything he could to help them—he has a fucking club dedicated to passing his class!"

"Ingenius as usual," August laughs.

"And when would we start this club?" Sarah asks.

You grin, your eyes sparkling with ambition. "If we can, tomorrow."

"No, no, no!" you practically scream, hitting your favorite pencil against a packet of math problems aggressively. "For the last time, you can't divide x to get an answer! You're gonna lose solutions! Do you want to lose solutions? Do you want to lose that A?"

The teen you're tutoring looks about ready to cry but you honestly feel no remorse. She had been constantly checking her goddamn text messages, giggling over quite inappropriate texts about Jimin. It makes you sick.

If she thinks Jimin's so fucking hot, why doesn't she at least try to be good at math?

"Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down," a familiar, silvery voice calls.

Jungkook.

"I'm trying!" you protest, flinging up your hands.

Jungkook laughs, sliding into the chair next to you and looking at the girl you were tutoring.

"What are you having trouble with?" he asks the girl in such a silky, smooth voice that if someone told you he was an angel, you'd believe them.

"Everything!" the dumb girl wails.

You roll your eyes.

"Hey, hey, then let's start from the very beginning, okay?" Jungkook soothes, smiling softly.

Goddamn, I wish I was that patient.

You just start to zone out as Jungkook literally reteaches this girl how to factor. You honestly wonder how she even passed elementary school. But then again, you have to admit you're a little jealous that this girl has so many friends to text. Yet you'd rather be smart than be popular—that's just how you roll.

You pause. But it's not like you don't have friends. You just don't have that many. And I actually like all the friends I have for once...

You don't remember falling asleep when a large, warm hand gently shakes you awake. Your groggy eyes open to see Jungkook, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "Tired, Y/N?" he chuckles.

The girl he's tutoring rolls her eyes. "Hmph. She yells at me for checking my messages but she does something even more unproductive," she grumbles.

Oh no. You did not just wake up to deal with attitude. You're not gonna have it. "Excuse me, but while I'm out here mastering linear algebra, you don't even know how to factor. Guess you had one too many hours of texting, huh?" you snap.

"Dayum," Jungkook mutters under his breath. He casually holds his hand out for a high-five, which you do, extremely dramatically.

"For your information, I know how to factor now," the girl huffs.

"For your information, that's a required skill for fifth graders," you bite back. "In addition—"

"As hilarious as this is," Jungkook interrupts, placing a hand on your arm, "You should calm down. It's a tutoring session, not a roasting session."

You sigh as the girl practically drools over your friend.

"Sure, Jungkook, sweetie. Thank you so much for your help so far," she giggles, flirtingly twirling her hair with her slender finger.

"Yeah, whatever," you reply as you feel Jungkook's hand slipping off your arm, the warm heat now gone.

Jungkook goes back to teaching the girl, oblivious of her seducing attempts. You roll your eyes as you look around the tutoring club—the turnout was better than you expected, honestly. For the first time in a classroom, however, you feel lost. You're not the best at teaching, (to be exact, you're the worst). Your patience is shorter than your height, (which is saying a lot), but everyone else in the math club seems to be teaching naturals.

Feeling a little guilty you can't do much to help out, you start to play with your pencil, twirling it around and doing cool tricks that you've accumulated over the years. But of course three minutes in, your hand loses grip of your writing utensil and it flings off, hitting the ground and starts rolling away from you.

Sighing irritably because you have to physically move to go get it, you stand up from your chair, crawling on the floor to reach your pencil. "Found you, you idiot," you tell your blue oxi-gel when you hear a light laugh coming from above you.

Facing forward, you come face-to-face with a pair of knees covered with smooth, black material. Looking up, you see your teacher smiling down at you.

"Were you actually talking to your pencil?" he teases, face set with a brilliant grin.

"I... uh..."

"God, what is this?" Jimin asks as he looks around his classroom filled with students. "Y/N, are you organizing a cult?" he whispers with a full grin plastered on his face.

"What no!" you protest as Jimin helps you stand up. "It was kinda supposed to be a surprise but..."

"It's a math tutoring club," Jungkook chimes in. "We're helping students reach that A, you know?"

"You guys made a tutoring club for me?" your teacher says, placing a hand to his heart. "I'm about to burst into tears."

You chuckle at Jimin's dramatized actions. "Well, no one deserves mistreatment. Ahem, especially not body objectification," you say as you glare at the girl Jungkook's tutoring. She rolls her eyes.

"Awww," Jimin coos. "You guys are amazing. You know what? We're ordering pizza, my treat!"

People cheer so loud your ears physically hurt.

You sigh out, clutching your full stomach as you slide into the shotgun seat of Jimin's nice car. "Damn... Since we already ate, does that mean we're not eating dinner at your house tonight?"

Jimin chuckles lowly. "Why? Wanted to go to my house?"

Your cheeks blush red as you shake your head aggressively. "No! I was just saying..."

"Well, I mean, we didn't have dessert yet, didn't we?" Jimin suggests, smiling. His fingers softly brush against yours as he reaches for your seatbelt, buckling it for you. "You always forget to wear your seatbelt, Y/N," he laughs. "You never know when I might fuck up on the road."

"Hmph!" you say, crossing your arms over your rapidly being chest. "Stop babying me! I was gonna put it on this time!"

"That's what you say every time," Jimin chuckles as he starts his car with a press of a button. "Now, cupcakes or brownies?"

"Huh? Um, cupcakes?"

"Great! We'll stop by the market to get some ingredients. We're going to learn how to bake!"

Oh no. Why did that sound like a disaster waiting to happen?

But surprisingly, it was a miracle waiting to happen. You stuff your face with aesthetic, black frosting, occasionally biting at the soft, plush bread. "To think we can bake cupcakes but not cook ramen right the first time," you chuckle.

"To be fair, we actually used directions," Jimin says, neatly slicing up his cupcake to eat piece by piece.

You scrunch your nose. "You look like a prince who's too snooty to eat with his own two hands."

"Or maybe I want to be hygienic? You know, unlike you," Jimin teases as you huff in response. Jimin pokes at you, making you turn to him in exasperation.

"What?" you sigh.

"I dunno... I never really got a chance to thank you..."

You raise your eyebrows, thoroughly confused. "I mean, but it was a team effort..." you try to say modestly. "Besides, I didn't do much of the teaching. I mean can you believe this girl didn't know how to fac—"

Jimin rushes in for a hug, knocking the wind out of you—you lose all train of thought, you lose your voice and all sense of functionality. All you can hear is your heart beating wildly in your chest and Jimin's steady breaths against your ear.

"Y/N... Thank you," he whispers, gripping you tighter. "I know it was you who came up with the idea. And I just—I'm so touched. When I told you my problems, I only expected you to listen, maybe, I don't know, sympathize? But you took my problems and found a solution, putting it into action. No one's ever done that for me before... I don't even know what to say..." your teacher trails off, still hugging you tightly. "I'm emotional, I know... But I almost broke down crying when I saw you and your friends hosting this club... all for me."

Your brain turns into mush at Jimin's heartfelt confession, and you can't help but hug him back, burying your face into his shoulder. Words can't seem to make it past your mouth—you can't afford to ruin the moment by saying something completely stupid.

But that's when you feel it. The rapid thumping of a heart. Except it's not yours—it's beating faster than yours.

It's Jimin's.

You walk into Jimin's class slightly earlier than usual, your phone pressed against your ear as you bob your head up and down, staying silent for a few seconds and then talking away.

"I know, I know, I miss you too, Jin," you say just as you slide into your comfortable seat, slipping your backpack off your aching shoulder.

"Yeah, I know, I love you too. Of course, I'm still alive!" you huff, rolling your eyes. "And no! I didn't burn the house down... yet. No, we don't eat ramen daily—we eat it every other day," you protest.

You're quiet again as Jin gives you a piece of his mind.

"Yes, I know ramen's bad for me," you sigh. "Fine. We'll try to make salad or something today. Mhm. Yeah. Yes, I'm in his class right now. No, Jin! I can't just hand my phone over to him, are you out of your mind? You can call him on his phone at some other time."

You sigh loudly as your cousin rambles on the phone. "Wait. What?!" you suddenly shriek, causing a few early-comers in the class to stare at you in shellshock. Quickly lowering your head in embarrassment, you aggressively grasp your phone with both hands. "What do you mean you're going to be away for another month?" you whisper angrily. "Are you serious? Why does the drama team have to be so good?"

Jin chuckles on the line as you pout. "I know, congrats and all but you've been away for too long. Stop teasing me, I just miss you!" you huff.

Your cousin attempts to explain himself as you sit through it all, nodding your head occasionally. "Okay, then," you say in a sad, defeated tone. "I guess, good luck... Anyways, I've got a test this period, gotta fly." You pause, frowning. "Of course I studied! Who do you think I am?! Yeah, well thanks, I'm pretty confident. Mhm. Yeah. Have fun. Love you too. Yup. Bye." Smiling softly, you end the call with your cousin, slipping your phone into your backpack to replace it with your lucky pencil and eraser. There, now you're completely ready for the math test.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jimin, watching you. When he catches your sight, he gives you a small smile paired with a discreet thumbs-up. Your heart flutters.

Gosh darn diddly dang.

Ever since that night you felt his heart beating wildly in his chest, you can't help but wonder if maybe, possibly, hopefully, you're not in a one-sided crush. It was pretty plausible Jimin had always been so caring because he liked you back—either that or he majorly friendzoned you.

The annoying school bell blares, throwing you out of your thoughts, and as if exactly on cue, your teacher stands up from his desk, taking graceful steps to the front of the class. He clears his throat to gain the attention of still-rowdy students. "I hope everybody's prepared," Jimin says as he shifts from the weight of stacked tests. "If you studied polar curves as I said, you'll be fine for the unit test."

A low murmur fills the class as your peers start to panic.

"What the fuck is a polar curve?"

"Shit, I don't even know what unit this is!"

"Definite integrals, you shithead."

"Well goddamn, I'm gonna fail again."

You cock your head. Yeah, definite integrals might be challenging at first, but they weren't hard—it just required a lot of practice. But something told you most of your classmates didn't even know how to spell 'practice.'

As Jimin passes the tests out, you hear students groan from their first glance of questions.

"No noise, no talking!" your friend reminds his students. "If you need extra scratch paper, pencils or erasers, they're up here in the front; you know the drill. Good luck to you all!"

But you can barely hear your teacher as you're already racing to finish up a problem on the exam. You've figured long ago that Jimin's test questions were always in order from hardest to easiest—which explains why most kids rarely finish. You, on the other hand, learned to immediately flip over your tests and work your way from the back to front.

You don't hear anything, nor do you see anything except for the all too familiar graphs and curves printed out on white paper. Your favorite pencil flies across the exam faster than your mile time, and soon, you're finished.

Wiping your sweaty and cramped hands on your jeans, you look up at the clock in the front of the classroom. You've finished at least twenty minutes early. You sigh softly. I don't feel like checking answers.

Almost instinctively, your eyes glance at your teacher's desk—it was starting to become a habit to look at him. But also, you wanted to see if he was grading the math tests from earlier periods. Except, he most clearly wasn't.

Why? Because he was looking at you. And your eyes meet. Electricity courses through your veins and you swear your heart stops beating for a few seconds. You can't hold the gaze as you quickly turn your head, releasing a breath you didn't know you had held.

Goddamn. Now, this is awkward.

Trying to shake off the awkwardness, you take a small breath and grip your pencil in your hands again. Maybe it's time to check answers.

Except—except, you can see out of the corner of your eye, your teacher still watching you. It wasn't a creepy stare though, no. It was like a handsome prince lovingly admiring his beautiful princess. Well, you were no beautiful princess, and though Jimin might be handsome, he was no prince. But still. His gaze made you feel... secure and even admired. Your heart flutters in your chest.

Why is he watching me?

You're too scared of the answer to even possibly ponder it.

So, sighing quietly, you use all your willpower to pretend like your teacher is not watching you as you cross your legs and tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You give your lucky pencil a nice squeeze. It's time to check answers.

"Did you know you frown when you concentrate?" Jimin asks as he does the dishes, diligently washing a bowl that had been previously filled with a healthy salad.

You sit on the kitchen counter, making some tea as you cock your head. From all that watching, he would know all of my stupid behaviors when it comes to test-taking. But you feign ignorance. "How would you know?"

"Well, not to sound weird but sometimes I watch my students take their tests," Jimin says as he dries his wet hands on a nearby towel, then sauntering over to sit next to you on the kitchen counter.

Your heart falls. So I'm not special. He watches everyone.

"No, not all of my students... I only ever watch you," your teacher admits as he scratches the back of his neck in what seems like slight embarrassment.

Your heart leaps in your chest. You don't know how to pirouette, twirl, turn, but your heart was surely doing it at the moment. Was this it? Was he confessing? Were you not in a one-sided crush?

"It's because I care for you," he starts awkwardly. "I mean, don't you tend to watch things you care for? Just to see if they're alright? I dunno..."

Ohohoho, you have no idea.

You nod enthusiastically. "Mhm, of course." Your lips stretch out into a large smile—you're unable to control it. You feel warmer than the cup of tea in your hands. "So you truly care for me?" you tease slightly, casually nudging Jimin.

He nudges you back, laughing. "Of course, Y/N, you're like a best friend to me."

Your eye twitches slightly, your smiles wavers and vanishes and you don't feel as warm anymore.

Well shit, you were friendzoned.

Smiling in accomplishment, you stretch back from your seat, mentally celebrating the finishing of your homework. Your blasted teachers had given you some extra weekend work, but jokes on them, you finished it all in—you glance at your watch—seven hours.

Wait a minute. Seven hours?! You do a double-take, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and polishing the glass of your watch. The delicate, silver hands still pointed all signs that it was indeed, 10 pm.

Well fuck. I've literally been at school seven more hours than I should've. I've been at school for practically 15 hours! That's more than half of the hours in a day—I spent approximately 63% of the whole day at school!!! And even worse, I mISSED DINNER!

You take deep breaths to calm yourself, immediately looking up to see—no surprise—Jimin working hard at his desk. His eyebrows were scrunched up cutely, and he was biting his pink lips in concentration. The sight of him instantaneously calms you down.

But then you notice Jimin looks frustrated, stressed even. You always admire him for taking care of his own problems, yet sometimes you wish he'd learn to burden others with his dilemmas.

Slowly and quietly, you creep up behind your teacher, looking over his shoulder. "Need any help, Mr. Park?" you whisper in his ear, a small, teasing smile plastered on your lips.

Jimin jumps slightly, turning around to look at you. His serious look is replaced with a reciprocated bright smile. He flutters his eyelashes and runs his fingers through his silky hair, refusing to break eye contact with you. "Oh c'mon no one's around," he says, chuckling. "Jimin will do."

"Yeah, no shit no one's around," you pout slightly, casually placing your chin on Jimin's shoulder. Ever since he majorly friendzoned you, you have to admit it was easier to have physical contact—though your heart beats wildly in your chest every time the two of you touch.

"Hmm..." your teacher hums, twirling his red correcting pen. "It'll take just a bit more... Is our little Y/N bored?" he asks as he reaches out to mockingly pat your head.

You groan dramatically.

"What time is it?" Jimin asks absentmindedly, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"10," you mutter lazily, wanting to doze off with your face up against Jimin's warm neck.

"WHAT?!" your teacher shouts, shifting suddenly to grasp your arms and bring your whole body in front of him. He even tugs you forward, closer to him. Your heart is already having its own mini explosions, not being able to comprehend such closeness from your ultimate crush.

"Why didn't you tell me it was this late, Y/N?" Jimin cries. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I made you wait so long! God, I lost track of time!"

You just shrug, although a bit surprised at his outburst. At this moment, you're just worried Jimin'll hear the aggressive thumping of your poor heart—it can't take this anymore. You're definitely not built for unrequited love. "It's all good," you say, trying to smile calmly. "It's no big deal, really."

Apparently, your stomach thinks otherwise as it lets loose a large growl, much to your horrification. "Oops," you whisper.

At that, Jimin runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. "Fuck, we've been here for seven hours, Y/N, it is a big deal!" He grabs both of your hands, taking you by surprise. "We skipped dinner! I swear to god, Jin will kill me if he found out!"

You giggle. It was slightly amusing to watch Jimin fret so much. "What if we don't tell him?" you whisper mischievously, leaning forward. You're trying so, so hard not to scream in the utter joy that your crush is literally holding your hands right now.

Nope, I'm not going to acknowledge that at all, you tell yourself dutifully.

Now you're waiting for Jimin to answer, to say something funny, or witty as usual. Yet, he doesn't. Instead, he's actually quite silent—it doesn't seem normal. You take a peek at his face to make sure he doesn't look sick or anything, or maybe it was just a dumb excuse you made up to check his ethereal features out.

That turned out to be a big mistake.

You peer into Jimin's eyes, only to catch them looking at your lips. His eyes flutter back up to yours, and now the two of you are staring at each other. Your eyes speak a language only the two of you can understand.

His eyes tell you to inch closer to him, to part your lips.

Your eyes tell him to tug you into his lap, an all too familiar action. He doesn't let go of your hands.

You can feel his breath, hear his breath.

Hell, you can hear his heart. And you're not mistaken—you swear on your own life that you hear the quickened pounding.

And still, you're staring right into his soft, but slightly hooded eyes—never breaking contact. You're so close. So, so close to him, the closest you've ever been.

He slowly, tantalizingly slowly leans in, almost to give you a chance to back out. Oh, hell no. You're staying.

His beautiful, breathtaking face is so close that your eyes are almost crossing to meet his. Then, he closes his eyes just as he closes the minuscule gap between the two of you.

Your lips meet.

You don't know how something can go by so quickly and slowly at the same time. Each movement of your connected mouths is so languid, so relaxed, yet quick, but victorious fireworks are exploding behind you.

Straddling Jimin, you feel his body heat, your bare legs chafing against the smooth material of his slacks. It's so close to heaven that it is.

He works his magic, lips pulling and parting at the precise moments, his tongue finding its way into your waiting mouth. You can barely function from the heat of the moment, but you realize that you are glad he doesn't taste like beer this time.

Jimin sweetly squeezes your hands that are encompassed in his, leaning back slightly for both of you to breathe. Immediately, your eyes are open, and they lock onto his. But as if in a time restraint, both of you hurriedly shut your eyes again and lean in to meet each other's lips once more.

It's euphoric, really.

And for the first time in your life, you get to feel what physical affection is like. This one's not a lustful, drunken kiss, it's so much more than that. You put your heart in this, and you hope Jimin did the same. It surely felt like it.

With one last, sweet and soft, lingering kiss, your teacher, crush and friend leisurely pulls away. You almost lean forward to follow his lips—you guess you miss them on yours that much.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Jimin's hooded ones.

Goddamn. You don't know how to feel, what to say, what to do, what to think. Your hands are still tightly enclosed in his.

"Oh..." you breathe out, hoping Jimin would say something for you, anything. But he doesn't. He remains silent. It's so not like him.

Regret starts to pour into your body, coursing through your veins. It feels like poison. You can feel yourself wilt, as you realize—it was still one-sided, Jimin had merely been caught up in the heat of the moment, again.

"Fuck," you whisper, mostly to yourself. "Fuck," you say louder, tears starting to well up in your eyes. Jimin loosens his grip on your hands, and you slide them away, the warmth all gone. You search for your teacher's face for anything, any sign that he was okay with what both of you had just done. But again, nothing.

"Oh my god. What have we done?" you mutter, looking down and away. You were yet to slide away from Jimin's lap, but you couldn't bear to move away from that sort of comforting warmth.

"Shit, Y/N," Jimin breathes. It's the first phrase he says after the... well, kiss. "I'm so sorry," he mutters, his hand fluttering around your face to cup your cheek, but you flinch away. Goddammit, Y/N, why?

"Fuck, I'm so sorry, Y/N," Jimin whispers, he tugs his hand back to his chest. "It was a mistake! I didn't mean it. Oh god, don't tell Jin." He notices you're still on his lap and jumps up, making you fall down onto the cold, classroom floor—you're too shocked to react much. "God, I'm so sorry!" He tries to help you up, but you shake your head and stand up on your own.

"Y/N. I'm so sorry. It was a mistake," Jimin repeats. "It really was."

Your head is spinning, and you don't know what to say, or do, for that matter. "Then, a mistake it was," you finally manage to say, your voice a bit shaky. "Can we go now?"

I made out with him again. And he wasn't even drunk this time.

You repeatedly have that thought, over and over and over again. You can't seem to get the feeling, the sounds, the sight out of your head. You'd given your all into that little kiss, but Jimin deemed it was merely 'a mistake.'

That didn't hurt at all, nope, not at all.

You're quite good at lying to yourself. Because you know that hurt you a lot. God, I'm so humiliated. You just want to roll up in a small ball and throw yourself into a deep, dark corner. But you can't. Unfortunately, that shit is only figurative.

Sighing, you take a slight peek at Jimin in the driver's seat. His face is completely emotionless, which makes you worry.

We just ruined a perfectly good friendship, goddammit.

You're dropped off at your house; no words are exchanged between you and Jimin, you don't even turn back to give him a parting wave (like you usually do). Unlocking your front door, you quickly walk inside, slumping down to the floor immediately. With your back leaning heavily against the door, you bury your face in your hands.

Things had been going so well. Life had been going so well.

Now it seemed like you lost your best friend—who knows what more you might lose?

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For You: 4 O’Clock

Chapter 9: Dream

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Lei’s POV

I guess Mark didn’t believe me when I said that he didn’t have to make up for his dumb “involved but not involved” comment. Before our show in Atlanta, we had a few off days, so nobody was abiding by a strict curfew or anything. It must have been well past midnight by the time Taemin and I returned to our room after watching NCT Dream’s comeback with Kai and Lucas in their room.

Taemin had just stepped into the bathroom to wash his face (I guess even on rest days, he put effort into being beautiful), and I had just crawled into bed, still humming Dream’s new song. On off days, my exhaustion caught up with me all at once, so I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

When I awoke to some commotion at the door, I assumed that it was just Taemin coming out of the bathroom to fill the space beside me or— a little less likely, but not impossible— Lucas bursting into the room in an attempt to catch me in some romantic act with Taemin. My eyes and mind didn’t adjust to the reality of the situation until Mark plopped down at the foot of my bed, speaking excitedly into his phone.

“Lei,” he whispered as if he hadn’t made the loudest entrance into a room ever— as if courteous of the fact that I wanted to sleep. “Are you awake?”

I sat upright and glared at him through sleep-swollen eyes, voice too hoarse to tell him to get out.

“Look,” Mark pleaded, “don’t be mad that I broke into your room in the middle of the night. Just grab your phone and turn on Dream’s V Live.”

I blinked, too tired to understand what he said until he looked at me with wide eyes. “Please? I promise it’ll be worth it!”

At once feeling grateful that Taemin had denied my pleas for him to skip his skincare routine just once to go straight to sleep— relieved that Mark hadn’t caught us in some innocent (although easy to misinterpret) embrace under the blanket— I snatched my phone from the nightstand and opened the V Live app.

No sooner than Mark said, “Okay, guys,” did NCT Dream, looking as adorable as ever on my screen, erupt into chaotic cheers that emanated from my phone and Mark’s.

At first, I could only wince at the noise. Then, Mark smiled at my confused expression, and I noticed that Renjun and Jisung were holding up a huge glittering sky blue banner that read: “Happy 7th Anniversary, Lei!”

My fatigue finally wore off with the realization that NCT Dream was celebrating the anniversary of my debut. While the others continued to holler incoherent praises, Haechan stood from the couch and started singing the song that launched my career.

I didn’t realize that joyful tears were filling my eyes until I looked at Mark, who was still beaming at my excitement. I don’t think he expected me to throw my arms around him; otherwise, he probably wouldn’t have dropped his phone onto the carpeted floor.

As Taemin stepped out of the bathroom, avoided looking at me and Mark despite my efforts to meet his eyes and excitedly explain that I was talking to NCT Dream, and dove face-first onto the other bed, Mark grabbed the phone from the floor and handed it to me.

I couldn’t feel disappointed by the lack of Taemin’s attention for long. Nervous— unsure of how to respond to such a sweet gesture— I stared at Mark. He encouraged me to speak with a gentle nudge in the ribs and the raising of his eyebrows.

“You guys look so cute!” was all I could think to say.

Mark had taken my phone, which was still streaming the V Live, so we could watch the boys. With my free hand, I slapped my forehead, burning with embarrassment as they threw their heads back laughing at my starstruck remark.

On a less humiliating note, I hummed, “Thank you,” into Mark’s phone.

All together, they responded, “You’re welcome!”

Jeno, smiling devilishly, holding the phone on Dream’s end, declared, “This was all Mark Hyung’s idea!”

Chenle wiggled his eyebrows. “So make sure you thank Mark Hyung, too!” I couldn’t help but feel like they used honorifics as some kind of joke, especially when I glanced at Mark and saw that his face was burning a pale shade of pink. Not wanting to darken his blush, I whispered, “Thank you.”

Mark’s only response was the grinning subtle nod of his head. He must have been in an unusually shy mood.

Jisung boasted, “Mark said you love us!”

And Renjun added, waving the banner once more, “We just wanted to tell you that we love you too!”

“Yeah,” Haechan agreed. Then, as if determined to make my heart explode, he repeated, “We love you, Noona!”

I wasn’t trying to act like a total dork for NCT’s entire fanbase to hear, but I couldn’t keep from squealing. While the boys— even (no, especially) Mark from his place next to me— giggled at that reaction, I explained, “I don’t think anybody has ever called me Noona before, and I just—” I ran a hand through my hair— “I love you guys too much.”

“Just for the record, though,” Jaemin’s voice alone intensified my nerves. I hid my burning face against Mark’s shoulder, utterly grateful that Dream couldn’t see me melt as Jaemin revealed, “Mark said you love me most, Noona.”

Before I could get mad at Mark for sharing Truth or Dare secrets, before Mark could say anything to disrupt the other boys’ gasps and whistles, Jaemin winked and did this heart-fluttering snap that really didn’t have any place in the real world offstage. “Hit me up.”

Mark grabbed the phone from me and joked— except his tone was slightly sharper than usual— “Alright, now that you’ve made Lei’s day, we gotta go.”

“Wait!” Jisung begged, pouting. “Is Taemin Hyung there? I really wanna talk to him.”

Mark and I glanced over at Taemin. He wasn’t facing us, and he didn’t respond to his name at all, so Mark replied, “Sorry, Jisung. Taemin’s asleep.” As if to lessen Jisung’s obvious disappointment, Mark explained, “It’s kinda late here. We’ll tell him to call you later. Sorry again.”

Jisung gave us a polite little smile that resembled Taemin’s formal expression. “It’s okay.” His eyes looked so sad that I might have shaken Taemin awake had Jisung not waved seconds later. “Goodnight!”

The others chorused, “Goodnight!” and Jaemin winked one more time before Mark hung up and closed out of the V Live.

Almost as soon as Mark returned my phone, after his most recent apology for Jaemin’s flirting (which I dismissed with the wave of my hand, promising, “It’s okay. Really. It was cute.”), Donghae called me. By no means was I out of contact with Super Junior, but nobody— except, occasionally, Yesung— ever called just to chat, so I assumed that something was wrong.

As I answered with panic in my voice, Donghae asked, “Is Mark your roommate throughout the tour?”

Maybe Mark somehow heard his name, or maybe he just noticed that my body had gone stiff with worry. He watched me with rounded eyes as I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that Donghae couldn’t see that gesture.

“No.” The question caught me so off guard, I couldn’t wonder where it came from. “And don’t worry— I’m not rooming with Lucas either.”

I expected that sort-of joke might take the edge off Donghae’s voice, but his pitch heightened when he asked, “But you’re rooming with another member?”

“It’s only Taemin,” I said, hoping that Taemin’s professional reputation may ease Donghae’s palpable anxiety.

I never had a conversation like this with my father, but I imagined that Donghae was the closest I had to a Dad. I could have been annoyed when he called me in the dead of night to lecture about how inappropriate it was to share a room with a boy— even Taemin— but I was too flattered that he cared about me.

Also, I was too relieved to hear his voice for that first time since his birthday, since his fight with Mom. On some level that I couldn’t explore because of the demands of the tour, I must have been worried that our relationship would suffer as long as his relationship with Mom suffered.

Even as Donghae scolded me, I smiled.

“Did your mother approve of this arrangement just like she approved of your subunit with Lucas?”

Oh. Had this all been a scheme to talk to Mom?

“Yeah,” I answered, suddenly numb.

Donghae said, “Let me talk to her.”

I shouldn’t have felt some intangible wound in my chest. I should have been relieved that Donghae apparently still loved Mom despite her most recent rejection. I was. I was relieved. Relieved and deeply uncomfortable with being the middle-man in a relationship Mom wasn’t ready for.

I think the general consensus among Kai and Lucas was that Mom was going a bit overboard in denying herself happiness with Donghae. Taemin might have agreed with them, but I couldn’t be sure. On the few occasions that Momhae came up around Taemin, he just listened quietly, nodding his head as I spoke.

Obviously, I wanted Donghae to be happy. I mean it when I say that I loved him like he was a father figure. I won’t lie to you, though; Mom was my primary concern. I thought she probably loved Donghae, and I hoped that she wasn’t avoiding him out of a fear I knew well, but I did not want to be the person who forced her to confront her feelings.

To be entirely honest with you, that night I really resented Donghae for putting me in this position where I either had to choose between supporting his behavior or supporting Mom’s. I guess I should have understood that Donghae loved me— I knew he did— but he loved Mom longer.

Anyway, I tried to excuse myself from involvement by saying, “I don’t know where Mom is, but I’m sure she’s asleep. It’s very late here.”

Mark must have been trying to help when he said, “I’m pretty sure Momager’s sleeping in the van.”

Mom was sleeping in the van? That explained why she made me room with Taemin; there weren’t enough rooms for everyone. That was just the kind of manager Mom was; she would sacrifice her comfort for the sake of her artists. She had likely gone to great lengths to ensure that nobody knew, but I still felt guilty for not knowing.

It seemed that Mom was always making a sacrifice that I knew nothing about. She probably would have denied an invitation to stay with me and Taemin— it wasn’t appropriate or whatever— but I might have felt a little less guilty about the empty bed going to waste while Mom slept in a car if I had the opportunity to offer it to her.

Of course, Donghae heard Mark and shrieked, “She’s sleeping in the van?”

I knew then that Donghae wouldn’t let me hang up until I walked the phone down to the van so he could focus his lecture on Mom. I guess love makes people crazy.

Mark, at least, seemed to realize that Donghae was being ridiculous. He whispered, “It’s late. It’s not safe for you to walk down to the van in the dark.” Then, understanding that Donghae wasn’t going to let up so easily, Mark decided, “I’ll walk down with you, then.”

You can judge me for this if you want, but I didn’t especially want to talk to Donghae, so I muted the call as Mark and I stood from my bed and shuffled out of the room. We were as quiet as possible, thinking that Taemin was fast asleep, but Mark didn’t hesitate to apologize again for Jaemin ‘ruining’ the V Live.

“I didn’t tell him that he is your bias so he could air it on a broadcast and create another scandal for you.” Mark punched the elevator button. “I just wanted to get Jaemin involved with the surprise, and he responds best to flattery, so— I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I almost laughed when Mark threw his green hood over his head and anxiously crossed his arms over his chest. “Seriously, dude, I told you that it was cute. I’m totally not offended. I’m just glad you did something so special for me.”

As the elevator doors opened, and we walked into the crisp November night, footsteps echoing through the parking deck, Mark offered, “I’ll give you Jaemin’s number. You know, if you really want to hit him up.”

I blinked at Mark. It was amazing, really, that he could have a crush on me and still encourage me to pursue one of his members.

Of course, I hadn’t taken Jaemin seriously in part because of his goofy winking and, more importantly, because I loved Taemin. Although Taemin and I hadn’t promised to be exclusive, I hadn’t forgotten that look on his face when he caught me in Lucas’s room that morning. Besides, I couldn’t really fall for Jaemin’s boyish charms when I had a soulmate in Taemin.

I only shook my head at Mark’s offer before he wrapped his knuckles on the van window.

Despite Mark’s claim that Mom was sleeping in the van, I didn’t quite expect her face to suddenly appear in the window like it did. My phone would have landed face down on the asphalt if Mark hadn’t caught it.

Mom rolled the window down to hiss, “What are you two doing down here?” She must have been in a deep sleep; her hair was sticking up in all directions, and the dark bags under her eyes were puffy.

I must not have muted Donghae. He blurted through my phone’s speakers, “What are you doing sleeping in the van?”

Mom reached her hand out the window, and I handed her the phone so she could retort, “Why are you calling me through my daughter’s phone? Aren’t you supposed to be filming ‘Super Junior Returns?’”

“First of all, don’t play that ‘my daughter’ card with me, okay? She’s ours. And yes, I was filming before our daughter told me that you have her sharing a room with a boy!”

Mark gave me this slackjawed look that clearly meant, “Yo, dude, Donghae’s your dad?”

I shook my head and muttered, “Only figuratively,” hoping that a.) this would be the only time they used me as an argument point and b.) their dispute would wrap up quickly and with no reference to the idol who never debuted.

Mom replied, tone much harsher than mine had been, “It’s only Taemin.”

And Donghae shot back, “Taemin is still a boy! Anything could happen! It’s inappropriate!”

“Don’t you think I’d know if my daughter was sleeping with Taemin?”

My face, which had already been turning pink, turned scarlet because I was literally sleeping with Taemin. And, evidently, Mom had no clue. I turned my back to the van so neither Mom could witness my guilty, flustered expression.

“I don’t know,” Donghae said, “did you know that Mark just broke into her room to surprise her with an NCT Dream V Live?”

I turned around just in time to watch Mark’s eyes widen in horror. So that was how Donghae got all worked up about this roommate nonsense; he watched the live.

Mom rolled her eyes at his question. “Of course I knew! Who do you think gave Mark the key?”

At that, Mark fished a card out of his sweatpants’ pocket and returned it to Mom with a sheepish sort of smile. He hadn’t been blushing about overhearing Mom and Donghae’s argument, but he could no longer meet my eyes after returning the room key. I guess he didn’t want me to know that he had coordinated my debut anniversary surprise with Mom.

I don’t really understand why. The worse alternative was that he picked the lock on the door— if Taemin even locked it. I was a little too busy burning from my own humiliation to worry too much about Mark’s, though.

When Donghae had no response, Mom continued, “You need to worry about yourself and let me worry about Lei, Mark, and Taemin.”

Donghae started, “I—”

But Mom wouldn’t let him speak. “Besides, nothing is going on with Lei and Taemin! She would never cheat on Lucas!”

Unbelievable.

I think I did a pretty good job of biting my tongue until then. It probably did no good to yell, “I am NOT dating Lucas!” so loudly that my voice disturbed the tranquility of the parking deck, but I couldn’t keep the words from booming out of my mouth.

Seeming desperate to support me, Mark chirped, “Yeah.”

Mom only glanced at us, apparently unconvinced, before telling Donghae, “Don’t send these kids down here so late again. If you want to talk to me so badly, just call—”

“I did call you,” Donghae interrupted. “You didn’t answer—”

Oh. So that’s exactly why he called me: Mom wasn’t answering her calls. Donghae was a little protective, so his concern about the roommate situation was probably somewhat legitimate, but (mostly) it just provided him an excuse to talk to Mom.

“Then call at a decent hour,” Mom advised coolly before saying, “Goodnight, Donghae,” hanging up, and returning the phone to me.

Without saying another word to me or Mark, Mom rolled the window up and crawled to the backseat. Even if I hadn’t seen the briefest glimpse of the crimson coloring her face, I would have known that Mom was embarrassed. I would have been sorry no matter what.

Apparently, Mark had an ongoing video game tournament with Baekhyun. When Mark walked into Baekhyun’s room (shared with Ten), I hoped that he wouldn’t mention anything about Mom and Donghae’s most recent argument. Judging by the smile Mark flashed before closing the door following Baekhyun’s command to “Hurry up so I can kick your ass at Mario Kart!” I guessed that our midnight walk down to the van would be our secret.

Sadness washed over me as I entered the room and realized that Taemin was still fast asleep in the bed that wasn’t ours. As I kicked my shoes off, I considered squeezing into the space by his side, but when I heard his gentle breathing in the silence, I decided that it would be wrong to risk waking him just because I had forgotten how to sleep without his embrace.

With a heavy heart, consoling myself with the thought that I would see him when the sun rose— that there were still several nights left in the tour to fall asleep in Taemin’s arms— I shuffled to our empty bed.

My head hadn’t even hit the pillow before his voice filled the darkness. “So you’re really just going to sleep over there?”

I wanted to jump at the opportunity to lay with Taemin, but something in his tone left me too stunned to answer until he rolled over and looked at me, very much awake.

As if I had done something wrong, I avoided his eyes and quietly explained, “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

Although Taemin spoke in a low whisper, his tone was sharp. “I wasn’t asleep.”

“I didn’t know that,” I tried to say rationally, but my words came out as more of a whine. “Besides, in case you didn’t notice, Mark broke into our room—”

He interrupted just to stiffly respond, “I noticed.”

I could only blink at his response, forgetting for a moment what I had planned to say. “So it’s probably not a good idea for us to keep sleeping together.”

Taemin’s reflex was to sit upright, posture unnaturally straight as he turned on the bedside lamp and looked at me. He must have been looking for any traces of humor because he asked, “Are you serious?”

I was still lying on my back when I nodded my head and he narrowed his eyes at me. What was wrong with him? Did I really have to spell out word for word why it was irresponsible, inappropriate, and problematic to sleep together when we were technically on the job?

I guessed so. Taemin wouldn’t stop staring at me, brow furrowed, so I explained, “Yeah. It’s pure luck that Mark didn’t catch us sleeping together. Anyone could walk in, see us, and jump to wrong conclusions, and then—”

My voice broke off as I watched Taemin stand from his bed, flick on the overhead light to drown the room in blinding white light, and stomp over to the door. “Well, Lei, you know how we keep people from coming into our room when we don’t want them to interrupt us?”

He raised his eyebrows at me as if to challenge my temper. I swear, if he were anyone else in the universe, I would have thrown my pillow at his face. It was only out of pure love that I sank my teeth into my tongue and allowed him to continue, “We lock the door.”

He flipped the swing bar lock that tops most hotel doors with a deafening thud.

I flinched at the sound, jumping up in my bed, and glared at him. “First of all, you’re going to wake up the whole hotel if you keep slamming, things, Taemin.”

At his name, Taemin crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

Whatever his problem was, he was getting on my nerves. I never imagined that Taemin could annoy me so badly, but I also never dreamed that he could act like such a brat. And why? Because I hadn’t known that he was only pretending to be asleep? Because I hadn’t crawled into bed with him? I couldn’t understand his behavior, and I didn’t know if it was because Taemin was a genuine mystery or because I was inexperienced with boys.

Frustrated, and crossing my arms just to mock Taemin’s body language, I said, “If this is how you’re going to act, then I don’t want to sleep with you on principle.”

Taemin gawked at me— not quite glaring— before standing at the foot of his bed. He nodded, “Right. Of course. You wouldn’t want me laying too close while you hit up the love of your life, Na Jaemin.” He winked sloppily and snapped his fingers. A poor imitation of Jaemin’s gesture from the V Live.

Taemin must have caught his reflection in the mirror hanging above the nightstand. He must have realized how silly he looked. His face burned a deep maroon before he collapsed onto the bed, hid his face in a pillow, and pulled the blanket over himself.

Oh. So that’s why he was acting like a jerk: he was jealous of Jaemin.

For some reason, that information made Taemin’s outburst, which irritated me just minutes ago, into something worthy of laughter. I tried to bite my giggles back, but they burst out of my mouth sometime after I turned the lights off, peeled Taemin’s blanket back, and wrapped my arms around his waist.

I tried to stifle my amusement by pressing my face into the back of his shirt, but Taemin heard me anyway. Without glancing back, in a bashful whisper, he grumbled, “What’s so funny? I thought you didn’t want to sleep with me.”

His behavior was pitiful. Genuine sympathy struck my heart even as I laughed harder. I apologized by tightening my hold around him. “It’s just hilarious, Taemin, that you think I could be interested in anyone else when I have you.”

“Ah, stop laughing,” he begged as he laced his fingers through mine. “I’m embarrassed enough—”

“I think you deserve to be properly embarrassed,” I teased, pressing a light kiss— the first kiss— to the nape of his neck. “You probably woke Taeyong next door, and for what reason? Because Mark did something nice to celebrate my debut anniversary?”

I pretended to be teasing Taemin, but (really) I just knew that we had to talk about the feelings that fueled his tantrum. I didn’t really know how to initiate a serious discussion, and I didn’t want to make Taemin too anxious to talk to me, so I tried to approach the situation with laughter.

He rolled over to face me, but he couldn’t quite meet my eyes. “No. I’m glad Mark made you happy, but— I don’t know— I didn’t like when Jaemin flirted with you because, I guess, I remembered how much you liked him when we went camping.”

Had Taemin given me an opportunity to speak, I would have explained that the Truth or Dare game was lifetimes ago. I would have explained that, even back then, my attraction to Jaemin as an idol never compared to my attraction to Taemin as something— well, frankly— more important than an idol. I would have explained that, in my memories, that camping trip was defined by Taemin taking my ribbon and asking who my ultimate idol was and sneaking his jacket into the backseat of Mom’s car.

“And then you came back after going downstairs with Mark—”

“Taemin,” I reminded gently, “I didn’t know you were awake, or I would have preferred to walk to the van with you.”

Would I have, though? Would I have wanted Taemin to hear Mom and Donghae arguing like children— or, worse— like a divorced couple? Would I have wanted Taemin to hear Mom reaffirm her longtime suspicion that I was dating Lucas? Probably not, but I said what sounded right.

Taemin closed his eyes. “That’s fine. I don’t care that you went with Mark. I just— it really hurt my heart when you didn’t come to sleep with me once you came back. I don’t—” He faltered before admitting— “I don’t like feeling like you don’t want to be close to me.”

I thought that Taemin was being a little dramatic, but the tears that gathered in his eyes were all too real. Easily, I could have defensively demanded that he get over himself. I could have blamed him for stubbornly laying by himself if he wanted so badly to be held.

I didn’t want to do either of those things, though. I loved Taemin too much to anything but card a hand through his hair.

Instead of throwing a tantrum when Taemin’s emotional response made me uncomfortable, I remembered my own twinge of sadness when he plopped down onto the other bed when Mark was in the room. At one point, I wanted nothing more than to avoid emotional vulnerability, but by this point in the night, a loss of pride seemed like a worthy price for Taemin’s happiness.

“I’m sorry,” I promised despite my conviction that I had done nothing wrong. “I didn’t mean to hurt your heart. I always want to be close to you. Even when Mark crashes our cuddling plans.”

Blushing at the word ‘cuddle,’ Taemin asked in a small voice, “Even when I’m slamming things and winking like an idiot?”

I teased, “You were a little less like an idiot and more like a two-year-old,” and Taemin rolled onto his stomach to hide his face in the pillow again.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was muffled by the pillowcase. “I’m really sorry I acted like that. Today is your day, and I acted like a jealous moron.”

I muttered, “It’s okay,” but Taemin shook his head, so I rephrased, “I forgive you, Taemin, and I really want to be close to you, so please stop hiding your face.”

When Taemin laid on his back and motioned for me to fill the space closest to his side, he looked more human than ever. Maybe it was because I knew now that he could feel jealous, feel angry, feel ashamed, feel sorry, behave irrationally. Maybe I should have recognized these truths as faults because, in any other person, they were.

While tracing incoherent patterns on his chest over his shirt, all I could say was, “I love you.”

Before, I couldn’t understand saying that kind of thing more than once. I didn’t know why couples would confess their admiration as a greeting— ‘I love you’ in the place of ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye.’ I thought that saying any words too often stripped them of meaning. Perhaps more than anything, I loathed meaninglessness.

But now that I loved Taemin, I could hardly keep the words to myself. It didn’t matter that he knew. It didn’t matter that I tried to express my love through every action. Every time I looked at him, there was this bubbling in my chest that could only be temporarily relieved by confessing, ‘I love you, I love you, I love you.’

I used to think that people said things like that for the reaction. A girl would say ‘I love you,’ even if she didn’t just to hear the boy say, ‘I love you too,’ because then she could smile even if the words weren’t true. Now, I understood that someone truly in love doesn’t say so for a reward; they say so because the truth is too beautiful to keep quiet.

Taemin smiled for the first time since his episode. “I love you too,” he said, kissing my forehead before we fell asleep.

Taemin was always clingiest when the sun first broke through the morning clouds. At first, I just laid there, still because I didn’t want to disturb his well deserved rest. That morning, however, I was eager to get dressed and run downstairs to Mom’s van because I hadn’t seen Grandma in what felt like eternities.

I tried to close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of Taemin’s heart beating against my chest— somehow, he crawled on top of me in our sleep— but my eyes shot open when he pressed a kiss to my cheek.

I guess I was annoyed by two things:

How long had Taemin been awake and feigning sleep to keep me tangled in bed with him?

How long would we dance around the desire to share our first real kiss?

“Ah, Taemin,” I huffed when he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You have to get up.”

He whined, “Why? We don’t have to go anywhere today. We can just stay like this all day.”

Deep down, he must have known that we couldn’t stay in bed all day. It would only be a matter of time before Lucas— or worse, Baekhyun— would notice our absence, come barreling down the hall to pound on the door, and (after picking the lock or something) scream at the discovery that we flipped the swing bar lock.

Still, it was so nice to dream of a universe where Taemin and I could be comfortable together without arousing suspicion that I didn’t shatter the daydream by mentioning Lucas or Baekhyun.

“Mom said I could visit my grandma today.” I patted Taemin’s hip twice to encourage him to move without excessive force. He wouldn’t budge, though, as he beamed at me with a smile that would have been precious were he not using it to be a brat. “Come on, Taem. We can cuddle again tonight.”

Taemin was getting greedy— trying to make the nights last even after the sun rose. I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t do that; yet, I couldn’t quite fault him for trying.

Cocking his head to the side and taking a strand of my hair between his fingers, Taemin puffed out his lips. A naturally pretty pink. “Taem? I don’t know that you’ve called me that before. Does this mean we’re getting serious?”

I snorted, and he grinned. “I thought we’ve been serious. You know, since you started all that talk about soulmates, and—”

In my efforts to push him aside, my fingertips brushed against a patch of skin— hot to the touch— on his abdomen that was exposed from his shirt riding up in the night. Taemin jolted away from the unexpected touch. That was my opportunity to escape his embrace.

As I shifted through my suitcase for something to wear, Taemin rolled onto his back, deliberately bouncing against the mattress’s creaking springs, and held a pillow over his face. “You’re so mean!”

I swatted at the foot of the bed and scolded, “Will you please stop making such a fuss? If you keep bouncing around, you’re going to make Taeyong think that unholy things are happening.”

Just to be a punk, Taemin threw his pillow aside, jumped into a sitting position, and smiled devilishly when he drove the bed against the wall separating our room from Taeyong’s and Mark’s.

“Taeyong?” Taemin repeated, eyes widened in mock innocence.

“Yeah.” I nodded stiffly, face burning as I pulled from my suitcase a blue sundress— the outfit closest to the blue schoolgirl outfit I wore to debut. Taemin’s expression of false innocence tied my stomach in knots, so I choked, “Taeyong. You know, our group member who sleeps next door. He heard you slam the lock last night, and apparently he thinks he needs to rescue me from you.”

It was a little cruel to rejoice in Taemin’s slack-jawed expression, but I had to get back at him for his little bed stunt somehow. Obviously, I wasn’t above mentioning his moment of deepest shame to wipe the boyish grin from his face.

Dress in hand, I walked into the bathroom. After setting my clothes on the counter and grabbing my toothbrush, noticing my splotchy blush in the mirror, I left the door unlocked because I knew that Taemin would walk through it at any moment.

Right on cue, he walked into the bathroom, eyes now genuinely blown wide. Uncoordinatedly, he reached for his toothbrush, dropped it into his sink, and asked while picking it up, “Wait, Taeyong knows we’re dating?”

His reaction was a little funny since he just delighted in banging the bed against the wall, almost definitely giving Taeyong the wrong idea, just minutes ago.

I raised my eyebrows and spoke through my mouthful of toothpaste— a total vision of beauty, I’m sure. “Wait, we’re dating?”

Maybe that was a little mean.

Taemin rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop the blush spreading across his face. Cute. He was cute when he was flustered, so I probably wouldn’t be able to pass on opportunities to tease him.

“I— we—” I failed to bite back my chuckles, and Taemin grumbled, “You know what I mean!” Puffing his chest out as if rising to a challenge, he declared, “And yes. I think that after last night’s incident, I should be able to call you my girlfriend.”

“Oh.” I grinned, “so after pitching a fit in a jealous rage, you’ve earned the right to call me yours?”

“No.” Either annoyed by my mocking or embarrassed by his own speech (or both), Taemin stuffed his toothbrush into his mouth. Maybe he was trying to shut himself up. Or maybe he was just trying to excuse himself from having to talk to me. I don’t know.

Taemin wouldn’t speak again until I dropped my toothbrush onto the counter, hooked my arms around his waist, and nuzzled my face against the back of his shirt just as I had last night. There was an all-encompassing comfort in the fact that Taemin always smelled faintly of roses.

Placing a hand around my wrist to keep me tethered to him, Taemin continued his morning skincare routine with just one hand. I could have rolled my eyes at his talent for over-complicating simple tasks, but it was fascinating to watch the inconvenient lengths he would go to just to ensure that I showed him the affection he craved.

“Lei.”

The silence had gone on for too long, and now Taemin was looking in the mirror, still blushing that pretty rose shade.

I assumed that he was urging me to answer his question about whether Taeyong knew we were together, so I nodded my head behind his shoulder. “Yeah. He heard our little argument last night, and he knows that we sleep together, so—”

Maybe Taemin thought that I was going to suggest (again) that we sleep separately. Shaking his head, he turned around. He leaned back against the counter and took both of my hands into his. “That’s okay. I don’t really care if Taeyong knows. I don’t really care who knows.”

My mouth opened to argue, but Taemin might have been telling the truth. Maybe he didn’t care whether our relationship was public knowledge. Judging by the fact that he still wore my ribbon as a bracelet, he never cared who saw our bond. Judging by how he banged the bed against the wall, he didn’t care who misunderstood what we did together.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I was ready to issue a statement confirming that I loved Taemin. I wasn’t even ready to tell the rest of the members or Mom. The issue wasn’t that I doubted my feelings, and I had outgrown my doubts about his attachment to me. I just enjoyed our private, intimate connection. Maybe— I thought in the bathroom— I would never want to share it with others.

But if someone other than Lucas and Kai had to know about me and Taemin, I was glad it was Taeyong. He wouldn’t tell anybody. He wouldn’t lecture us about the rules and responsibilities of being idols.

I just nodded, and Taemin explained, “I don’t want to call you mine in some jealous, possessive sort of way.” He flicked his bangs out of his eyes. “Actually, it’s less about wanting to call you mine and more about wanting you to call me yours.”

That’s something I’ve always struggled to accept: the idea of calling somebody— a whole individual— mine. I know some people are infatuated with the idea of ownership, but that kind of dynamic has always made my skin crawl.

I must have squirmed under Taemin’s stare. He lowered his face so it was level with mine, studying my eyes for my thoughts as he asked, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just those words— mine and yours—” I cringed, and Taemin dropped my hands. “I don’t know. I think it’s fine to call you my soulmate or my boyfriend, if that’s what you are, but the thought of calling you— all of you— mine just seems wrong.”

Seeming unsure of what to do when he wasn’t holding my hands, Taemin scratched at the back of his neck. “You know, Lei, you think really deeply about things that others don’t think twice about.”

For a moment, something crumbled in my chest because I thought he was criticizing me. That horrible loss of breath was exactly why I was always afraid to care about what others thought of me even if their opinions were positive. I could never stop wondering what happens when somebody who admires you changes their mind.

That moment when I thought Taemin was changing his mind was worse than I imagined.

Then, he returned my breath with a smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek. “I really love that about you. That means when you decide to be my girlfriend, you’ll really mean it.”

Taemin took my breath with him when he walked out of the bathroom.

With a wink, Mom broke the silence that defined most of our ride to grandma’s house. “Are you texting Lucas over there?”

Mom rarely got to be my mother without being my manager, so I guessed that teasing me about Lucas— who she apparently thought was my boyfriend— was her way of acting like a playful parent. That’s why I tried not to roll my eyes. That’s why I tried not to yell (as I had in the parking deck) that I wasn’t grinning at my phone like an idiot because of Lucas.

First, there was the issue that Mom hadn’t believed my years of denying romantic attraction to Lucas. Second, and more importantly, I couldn’t explain that I was all giddy because of some goofy Snapchat conversation with Taemin.

I didn’t exactly delight in being secretive. Some part of me wanted to tell Mom all about the camping trip where Taemin took my ribbon, the night in the garden where he held me and gave me a broken rose, the plane ride where we listened to “Could’ve Been” for hours, our hotel rooms across America where I learned to be honest and fell asleep to the comforting pounding of his heart. Some part of me wanted to tell her about the moments that occupied most of my heart— the heart she created.

I think I opened my mouth to tell her despite the voice in my mind warning that she, as my manager, would separate me from Taemin (and then there would be no more late night conversations, no more all-night embraces). All that came out of my mouth, though, was “I’m sorry I didn’t hang up on Donghae.”

The words didn’t fall out of my mouth until we were seated at Grandma’s dining room table, after she peeled back the white lace tablecloth and served lunch— chicken tenders and macaroni and cheese because that was my childhood favorite.

I hadn’t meant to say them.

Mom’s eyes widened. Maybe she wanted to scold me for bringing that up in front of Grandma, but she didn’t say anything.

While Mom picked at her food with a fork, Grandma sat in her rocking chair. “Why would you hang up on Donghae, sweetie? I love that boy just as much as I love your little Lucas friend.”

Meet my Grandma, the only person in the entire world who didn’t know me as an idol. The only person in the whole world who believed that Lucas and I were just friends. (Well, maybe she suspected that we could have been more, but Grandma respected me enough to keep her suspicions hidden behind a warm smile.)

Mom still said nothing as she dropped her wide-eyed stare at her place, face reddening at Donghae’s name. That was the first time I had gotten a good look at her face when Donghae was mentioned; it was obvious to me, as somebody in love, how she felt.

Although she probably already knew, I told her, “He had no right to call so late and try to lecture you, just like he had no right to burst into our house after he drove me home from the party.”

The color drained from Mom’s face when Grandma asked, “Why did Donghae have to drive you home?” while stuffing her mouth full with macaroni.

I had justified running my mouth because Mom always told Grandma everything. Or, at least, that’s how I assumed Grandma knew what was happening on the opposite end of the world before I got to tell her. I figured Grandma already knew about Donghae’s birthday fiasco.

My stomach tied in knots as Mom bit into her lower lip before answering, “I didn’t go to the party, Mom.” And before Grandma could ask her favorite question (“Why?”), Mom lied, “Because I was sick.”

I don’t know why that bothered me so badly. Better than anybody, I should have understood, respected, and appreciated Mom’s right to privacy. After all, how many secrets was I keeping from her in that moment? How many secrets did I try to keep even from Lucas?

That was different, though, or so I told myself. I kept my secrets from Mom (the manager) and Lucas (the idol). The fact that Mom could lie to Grandma (her mother) and me (her daughter) made me sick. If Mom couldn’t tell the truth here among family, could we tell the truth anywhere?

My fork clattered against my plate. “Mom, I know why you didn’t go to the party, so you don’t have to keep lying. I know that you didn’t want Donghae to confess to you again. I know that you’re trying to hide that you’re the idol who never debuted—”

Mom and Grandma drew the same deep gasp, and I understood all at once why this matter was such a heavy secret: Mom was protecting me from the truth. If she had it her way, maybe, I never would have known anything about her past.

Mom’s fork clattered against her plate, and she held her face in her hands as she realized what I had been too uncomfortable to admit: I knew who she was.

Grandma set her teacup down on its saucer to wonder aloud, “How do you know that?”

And my heart hurt as it pounded against my ribcage. I should have told Mom sooner. I should have apologized sooner. I didn’t believe my excuses that there really hadn’t been enough time— that I really hadn’t known what to say.

I wanted nothing more than to tear my eyes from Mom’s horrified expression— to forget that I had caused this— but I couldn’t. Hoping that she would meet my eyes, I stared at her and quietly explained, “I heard you two arguing after the party. I’m sorry.”

Simultaneously, Mom and Grandma said, “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

And I supposed I should have at least tried to believe them. But I couldn’t. I thought I was about to throw up all over the table.

The problem with honesty: once you start telling the truth, you can’t stop.

The problem with apologies: once you start apologizing, you can’t stop.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that crazy ass Baekhyun has been planning to use your Donghae/Debut drama to blackmail you into being EXO’s manager. I’m sorry that I’ve known all of your secrets without permission. I’m sorry that I kept you from making your debut because you would have been the best idol, and—”

Would I have ever stopped vomiting apologies?

I didn’t realize that I was crying until Grandma looked from Mom, who was too stunned to speak, to me, who couldn’t seem to shut up, and walked over to hold my head against her abdomen. That embrace should have soothed me, but I could only curse myself for never realizing that I was upset until I was breaking. I could only think that nothing was as it should have been.

On the surface, I knew that I shouldn’t have been spending the anniversary of my debut crying in Grandma’s dining room. I shouldn’t have spent the few minutes that nobody was watching me in a fit of tears, but I always did. Always.

Deeper, Mom shouldn’t have been hurt by her fight with Donghae. There never even should have been a fight with Donghae because in any other version of the universe, they were together, and she wasn’t a manager because she was an idol, and I—

Mom had a talent for breaking silences. “Lei.” She wouldn’t continue until I pulled my face out of Grandma’s sweater to look at her. “You didn’t keep me from debuting. I chose not to debut. Maybe it wasn’t the most rational decision, but I would make the choices that created you in every version of the universe.”

From the gentle smile on her face, it was clear that Mom was not mourning everything that could have been. Could she not feel, like I did, that everything was wrong?

No. No, I knew my mom. I knew her long before I saw her as the idol who never debuted. She had eyes that found possibilities where others saw none. There was no way that she hadn’t considered how the last 21 years of her life had been affected by my existence.

So how could she look at me like I hung the moon when she missed out on so much because of me?

I couldn’t understand, and that made me cry harder.

Combing her fingers through my hair, Grandma told me, “You are the fulfillment of every dream. You always have been. You don’t have to understand that truth, but I wish you would believe it.”

I was the fulfillment of every dream? How? Why? I couldn’t understand these words Grandma and Mom gave me so easily.

It occurred to me that they must have loved me beyond all comprehension. Why?

What was it Taemin said that first night in the hotel? “I don’t know why. I don’t think it matters why.” Those words hadn’t comforted me when he said them, so why did they echo in my mind in that moment when I was most in need of a comforting thought? I don’t know.

Mom stood from her seat to join me and Grandma. Rubbing a cold hand along my neck, she promised, “Everything will be okay.” Mom always spoke with this certainty that I never understood because I never quite possessed it myself.

I wanted so badly to believe Mom, I nodded my head and wiped my eyes.

After she and Mom returned to their seats, Grandma kept looking at me like I was crumbling into a million pieces, so I didn’t say anything else about Donghae until Mom and I were in the car on our way, I assumed, back to the hotel.

Watching as individual trees transformed into blurs outside the window, I tried to make things right. “You know, if you ever decide to date Donghae, I’ll forgive him for acting like such a weirdo lately— you know, when he called me right after the love of my life Na Jaemin told me I could hit him up.”

Mom’s jaw dropped. With traffic being as bad as it was, she really shouldn’t have cut her eyes at me. “Lei! You can’t hit Jaemin up! Lucas isn’t going to like that!”

I realized then that nothing had changed between us. Maybe nothing could change anything between us. When Mom untied the knots in my stomach with her smile, I thought that maybe Taemin was my soulmate because he decided to be, but Mom and I— we were truly bonded by whatever force created the universe.

She reached for my hand, and I teased, “I wouldn’t judge you if you still like Donghae after his weird tantrums. He’s kinda cute.”

Mom snorted. “Good to know. And I won’t judge if you kiss Lucas the second we meet him and the other SuperM members at this karaoke bar.”

Shit. So we weren’t going back to the hotel? Panicking, I fished my emergency makeup bag out of the glove compartment while Mom laughed, I’m sure, because she thought I was dolling myself up to kiss Lucas.

I don’t think that Taemin wanted to be outdone by Mark, but as far as gifts went, I couldn’t imagine how anything might compare to NCT Dream’s live.

Still dressed in a blue schoolgirl outfit— undeniably prettier than I had ever been— and still grinning from ear to ear because he won that silly competition about performing my debut stage, Taemin led me by the hand to our room from the elevator. Evidently, he really didn’t care who might have seen.

After closing the door with a gentle click, Taemin pointed over to the nightstand and grinned. “There’s your gift.” Without another word, he ducked into the bathroom (I guessed) to remove his makeup, change into his pajamas, and untie my ribbon from his hair.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I decided that I should wait for Taemin to return to open the most recent surprise I hadn’t expected. However, when I stole an excited glance at the nightstand, I saw that there was nothing to unwrap.

In a clear vase stood a dozen roses— half lavender and half white. Forgetting my original plan to wait for Taemin, intoxicated by the flowers’ scent, I reached for the handwritten note. I guess I couldn’t wait to know what it said.

Lei,

I told you I would get you more roses, didn’t I? Don’t worry— they won’t die for a very long time! They’re called eternity roses! I’m not sure how long an eternity is for a flower, but I guess we’ll find out together, huh?

Did you know that roses’ meanings depend on their color? I learned that today. The florist said that white is the color for purity and secrecy. We’re pure and the best secret, right? Lavender symbolizes love at first sight. That’s us too, right?

Please know that every night and every day since our first night in the garden has been like forever for me. Please stay close to me.

Happy Debut Anniversary!

— Your Taemin

For some reason, I didn't cringe at the word ‘your’ that night as I had that morning. For some reason, when Taemin walked out of the bathroom and bashfully smiled at me, I forgot that I had waited patiently for hours for an opportunity to tell him about my come apart in Grandma’s dining room. For some reason, when I wrapped my arms around Taemin’s waist and buried my beaming face in the warm crook of his neck, we were the only people in the world.

I loved the world this way.

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An Unusual Tail of Love [2]

Genre: Romance/Angst/Fluff/Smut/Fantasy (Mermaid AU)

Pairing: Human Jungkook X Mermaid Reader

Summary: Junkook encounters Y/N, a helpless and innocent mermaid by the far ends of the sea shore. His immediate thought is to flee and wake up from this very realistic dream but when she asks him to save her with her deep blue, enchanting eyes, he chooses to protect her. He believes that in saving her, he’ll be able to rediscover his lost passion as an artist.

Rating: M

Taglist: TBA (Let me know if you’d like to be added and notified about updates on this fic)

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Chapter: 2

A/N: Please forgive any errors.

⚠️WARNING⚠️: An innocent, non-fuckboyish, sweet but ‘shirtless’ Jungkook ahead. A semi-naked you..xD

JK’s P.o.V.

When he was still a child, Jungkook used to wonder why the kids his age talked about magic and fantasy and about witnessing something extraordinary. Something different. Something that he only use to hear from his mother in her bedtime tales. He never imagined coming across a beautiful fairy in the woods or saving one, like the other children his age loved to. Jungkook never gave such things the time of his day because he has always been a sensible child who keeps his head out of the clouds. So now that he is actually experiencing this unusual occurrence, he doesn’t know how to react. There’s literally no excitement in his form. Not even the slightest. What he is feeling though, is fear.

A tiny part of him that he has kept locked away till now— apart of him that has always wanted to explore the oddities is thrilled but the majority of him is scared of this unknown..

Jungkook can hear the waves crash across the sandy shore, wetting the tips of his feet just as much as the shiny fin of the mermaid on top of him. A bristle of wind touches his skin and he gulps. Jungkook was never a believer, okay? All that magic and fantasy shit is more of Taehyung Hyung’s thing. Not him though. No, not Jeon Jungkook. He has always been a realist because well..it’s real.

“Please..save me..”

Jungkook hears the girl’s statement of plea yet he completely disregards it, swiftly pushing her off of himself and scrambles farther away from her. Her completely uncovered breasts aren’t as much of a sight to him as the lower half of her body which consists of a single, long, blue tail instead of normal human legs. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes in hopes of seeing clearer and realizing that he’s only been hallucinating due to the heated rays of the sun. But nothing of the sort happens. The mermaid is still there and very much real. She is short of breath, the gills on her neck unable to help her respire at all. Anguish and helplessness are written all over her pretty face as she is trying desperately to crawl closer towards him.

“I’m not a monster!” she screams at him. “I just..I’m just alone!”

Jungkook ignores her, rummaging through his shorts in search of his cellphone when he recalls he had decided to leave it at the lodge. He didn’t think it’ll be necessary to have a phone whilst shooting at the beach. He simply wanted to explore the surroundings in hopes of being able to get back into the habit of making GCFs that his fans and he himself loves so much.

The panic and adrenaline aids him in standing up and he manages to jog further,reaching the rocks from where he had leaped off a minute ago. But just as he is about to escape, his conscience yet again gets the better of him and he commits the mistake of looking back. His eyes fall upon her’s and for the second time now, he feels a weird emotion— an inexplicable connection. It’s like their encounter was meant to be..

Jungkook’s body acts on instincts as if being called out by her and before knowing it, he finds his legs taking him back to her. He stops before her and she immediately latches a palm onto his leg in her last attempt at begging.

He sighs heavily. God he doesn’t know what he’s doing! Is any of this real? Is this actually happening? Maybe this is all a conspiracy of the universe. Maybe the universe wants him to believe in the unimaginable..

“Please..” is all that she is able to mumble before she finally passes out and he notices her tail beginning to thin, a small lining visible in the middle, along its length. The fish-like fins at the end begin fading until finally they are replaced by a pair of very human-looking feet. The lining along the middle of her fin deepens until it breaks her tail into two limbs of equal size and proportion and he realises what’s actually happening. He stares with amazement at the freshly formed pair of human legs on this girl/mermaid’s body as their bluish tone washes away, replaced by milky, white skin.

The fear within him is substituted by interest. He crouches down and places a palm near her nose. He can feel small release of air from her nostrils which is a sign that she’s still breathing. He frowns but then notices that the fine indents of gills on her neck have disappeared completely.

The fainting must be because she’s a being of the sea and the transformation is definitely a measure taken by her body to adapt itself to land. In fiction, water is essential to a mermaid's life even more than it is to humans. So for a moment, Jungkook wonders if he should just pick her up and toss her into the sea. That is bound to help, right? He mentally slaps himself at the ridiculous idea. He needs to be serious here. She had been sitting at the edge of the sea all this time. If she had wanted to, then she’d have jumped into the sea long ago which brings him to two plausible conclusions: either she didn’t want to live in the water bodies anymore or something was (and maybe still is) keeping her from going back. Therefore, taking her towards the sea is not an option for now.

So the first thing that Jungkook does is taking off his black hoodie. A part of him is glad that this mermaid is lying on her stomach because it’s atleast protecting the intimates between her newly formed legs, letting only her shapely butt be visible to him. He mentally berates himself for staring and with difficulty, manages to slip her small frame into his hoodie. It’s a good thing that the piece of clothing is big on her and reaches her knees. Then he picks her up bridal style, walks over the rocks and sloppily zips his camera bag. He slings it back onto one of his bare shoulders and starts jogging in the direction of the lodge.

Panic returns as soon as he arrives at the lodge. He didn’t think this through on his way here. How is he going to explain about this half-naked woman in his arms!? In the 6 years that he’s been with his hyungs, none of them has ever showed up with a woman at their dorm or any work sites. They prefer to keep their flings as private as possible.And Jungkook has never even had a fling. So how the hell is he gonna explain this mess!?

He sighs in worry and begins approaching the lodge. Jungkook is relieved when the company’s guard stationed outside the lodge doesn’t question him about the woman. He completely ignores the man and stumbles inside only to find the whole place void of any living activity. Where did everyone go?

“Jeon-ssi” Jungkook nearly jumps at the grim tone of voice and turns around. It’s the guard from before. He bows respectfully even though he’s probably older than Jungkook but Jungkook can only nod in response as his body is pretty much occupied right now due to another person being in his hold.

“Jeon-ssi, everyone left to enjoy the beach but they were worried since you had forgotten to take your cellphone and keys to this place.” The guard informs and Jungkook nods again sheepishly. These days he’s become so careless.

“If you want, I can call the others—”

“No thanks!” Jungkook blurts out, his face scrunched with worry. He still doesn’t know how he’ll explain this all to his Hyungs. He needs to think of a way to make them believe him first because he’s damn sure no one will accept his words if he tells them that this girl he brought with him is a real mermaid. He needs someone good with words. Someone who is patient but is also taken seriously at all times. A name instantly pops up in his mind and he clicks his fingers.

“Can you call Sarang noona?” Jungkook asks the guard in an unsure voice but relaxes when the guard nods in affirmation and pulls out his phone.

Meanwhile Jungkook heads upstairs with the girl in his arms with no difficulty.She isn’t heavy at all. He lowers her onto his satin bed-sheets and stares at her. It’s still hard for him to believe he saved an actual mermaid’s life. Well..he’s not sure if he saved her but the moment her tail transformed into legs, the fine indents of gills on her neck had disappeared too. And he can see the proper rise and fall of her chest, indicating that she can breathe like a normal human. So basically, her body’s transformation saved her. It's impressive how quickly her body adapted to the whole situation.

She moans suddenly and Jungkook is immediately at her side. He watches her, searching for any evidence of displeasure on her face but thankfully her breathing is even which means she’s only gone into a sleep. Maybe staying out of water for too long had weakened her body and the fainting was a result of loss of strength. In that case, it’s better to let her stay asleep like this.

An image of her enchanting eyes flashes in his head and he smiles. He has no idea why but coming across her today was a beautiful experience. Even with the fear of something new and unknown lurking in his being, he had felt so alive and blissful in those moments. And it’s the same even now. Her presence right now, in this very moment feels very soothing to him. The slow rise and fall of her chest, the slight flush to her cheeks, her chapped yet still pretty, pink lips, her whole tiny form in nothing but his black hoodie is a breathtaking sight. And although inappropriate to admit, the sight is also kind of a turn on. He has never seen a women like this. Moreover, he’s never been with a woman like this, wearing his clothes and sleeping on his bed. He knows its wrong but he can’t help but feel pleased at the sight. Caught in the moment, he picks up his cellphone from the side table, scrolls to and opens the camera app and snaps a picture of the innocently asleep beauty on his sheets. He thinks about using his digital camera instead because a phone’s camera won’t do justice to her heavenly form. And just as he turns around to act on his whim, he finds three pairs of eyes already watching him.

Jimin nudges Taehyung, the two smiling in amusement at their donsaeng but Manager Sarang glares bullets into him.

“Ho-How long have you guys been standing there?” Jungkook stutters out, something very uncharacteristic of him.

“Long enough to see you stare at her like a love-struck teenager.” answers Taehyung, a sort of pride in his eyes.

“No! I–”

“Is this why you left without telling us!? To find gullible women and take advantage of them!? I didn’t expect this from you of–”

Jimin places his palm over Sarang’s lips to stop her from scolding his baby brother any further. “Lets not jump to conclusions and let him explain.” He tells her softly. She narrows her eyes once at him but agrees.

Jungkook glances at Jimin hyung, who’s smiling reassuringly at him. It always surprises Jungkook how much Jimin understands him without him having to say a word.He is forever going to be thankful of Jimin.

“I..” He stops, wondering what exactly he should say now that he’s given a chance at explaining himself. He’s sure if he says shit like he came across a mermaid on the beach, he’ll get suspicious stares. He needs to take it slow. “I found her all alone, unconscious on the beach..” Yes! This is better. He can start from here and reveal about the whole mermaid-thing later on.

“And she was naked too?” Sarang asks, immediately noticing the flaw in his lie. Damn she is good!

“Ye-Yes” he tries to be confident but fails. He’s been stammering a lot today. What’s wrong with him?

The three elders eye him momentarily. Fortunately, Taehyung breaks the tension and shrugs his shoulders. “We can just wait for her to wake up and hear what she has to say on the matter.” Jimin nods in approval at the suggestion and drags his unwilling personal manager on his way out of the room.

“Oh wait!” Jungkook runs to the threshold of his room and peaks out at the retreating figures. They turn heads, stopping on the stairs and await his next words. “Noona, can you get her some clothes? Um..along with undergarments..” He asks awkwardly but thank goodness, she responds with an affirmative nod.

Y/N’s P.o.V.

Your eyes fidget as you rouse from your slumber. Funny. You don’t recall resigning to your bed of kelp to sleep. You don’t even recall swimming back through the sea to return to your home. The realization makes you snap your eyes open and sit up.You look down at yourself, lifting your arms in confusion, only to find your form covered in some sort of thick but soft material— a kind of material you have only ever seen non-mers use to cover their bodies. But why are you covered in it!? Your eyes dart around, trying to come up with some sort of explanation but then you notice you’re in a completely alien environment. When did all this happen? Panic begins bubbling within you, giving rise to a strong headache.

A sudden clicking sound from the side makes your whole form jump in fright. You avert your eyes towards the source to find some kind of space, a passage opening up and something, no,a non-mer appears. As soon as you meet his gaze, your memories begin bombarding your head. You recall all the bloodshed, the iron bars, the yelling voices, the mocking snickers and the distasteful frowns. All of it starts coming back. All of it till you remember a memory of yourself swimming away to the land where you came across this same non-mer.

“Please..save me..”

Your own words of plea echo in your head and you stare at the non-mer. Judging by the physique, your guess is that he’s a male. You were taught that a male non-mers generally referred as ‘Man’. So it was this man! He was the one who had heard you sobbing at the shore and had come to your aid. He is looking right at you, his hands weirdly moving over his upper body, as if trying to cover himself.

“You!” you address him since the lack of knowledge of his name and try to get out the soft thing that you had been sleeping on, only to tumbledown.

The man was immediately at your side, catching you mere seconds before the fall can occur. Instinctively, your arms wrap around him and you bury your head in his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asks gently and you nod once into his chest.

JK’s P.o.V.

After requesting for a fresh pair of clothes from Sarang Noona for the mermaid, Jungkook drapes a blanket over her small form and goes to freshen up into the washroom. He takes a quick shower and puts on a clean pair of boxers and then wears his swimming shorts again instead of searching for some different clothes. Splashing his face with cold water, he stares at his tired face. So many thoughts are going through his mind. What is he going to do with that mermaid when she wakes up?There’s no way his hyungs won’t find out. Even if he manages to keep the mermaid from revealing her true self, sooner or later everyone is bound to find out. Shouldn’t he avoid that inevitable scenario and simply tell them himself? But the chances of them believing the raw truth are even lower. And he can’t always keep her around either.

So then..what is he supposed to do?

With all these thoughts muddling in his head, he walks out of the washroom. And suddenly, he regrets not putting on a shirt. The little mermaid on his bed is not asleep anymore. Fora moment, she stares at him in confusion and he stares back, trying to cover as much of his exposed chest with his arms as possible. He maybe a “bad boy” on the stage but he actually gets shy easily if people look too long at him.

“You!” she shouts out of the blue and jumps off the bed to reach him. Her newly-formed legs however stagger and Jungkook sprints to her, catching her mere seconds before the fall. It must be because she most likely never had legs and so, her brain and body aren’t coordinated enough to use them yet. She wraps her arms tightly around his naked torso and buries her face in his chest. He gulps at the skin contact and tries to stay calm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, hoping she doesn’t catch the shyness in his tone. She moves her face up and down in what he thinks is a nod.

The two of them stay still, unsure of how to continue on with this conversation.

“You’re a mermaid and you were actually at the sea.” Jungkook says more to himself, to confirm to himself that all of this is not just him lucid-dreaming about fantasy novels turning into reality.

The girl/mermaid nods again in response to his statement and speaks, “Yes, I’m a mermaid. And I..” she hesitates for an instant before going on, “I swam away..”

Jungkook stares down confusedly at her sad expression. Swam away? Is this an equivalent expression used by sea-folk to convey an act of “running away”? He scratches his chin, his other hand still resting around her waist.“You mean you left the sea?” He asks.

She nods and looks up at him. But just as she is about to elaborate more on her previous statement, the door to his room opens and in comes Sarang Noona with two carry bags in her hands.

She sighs at the state she finds the two standing in. Then closes her eyes and shakes her head. “Jungkook, I won’t ask about what you two are upto right now, so just leave us. I’ll help her with changing clothes. After that,”she pauses for dramatic effect and points a finger at the girl/mermaid, “this girl will answer everything downstairs.”

A/N: So the name of Jimin’s manager was chosen “Sarang” because once an international fan on fancafe had asked what she should take-up as her korean name. A k-army suggested “Sarang” which means lovely. That I-army told Jimin about her korean name and Jimin replied to her, saying her name is very “lovely”. Cute story, right? :3

So.. Y/N swam away from her home in the depths of the sea. Why? will be revealed in the coming chapters..

Hope you are looking forward to the next chapter. Feel free to send asks..:)

Until Next Time...

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #mermaid reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #angst #romance #fluff #mermaid au #modern fantasy au

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damienthepious · 4 years

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I mean literally the last 1000 or so words of chapter 12 lmao but SPECIFICALLY ["Maybe he'd wanna be generous again, just for a second?"] to ["Fine. Helpless little thing. Move aside, will you?"] (shush i'm totally not doing 2 from the same chapter it isn't my fault i swear you just put SO MUCH GOOD SHIT IN IT)

[Pick a short passage from any fanfic I’ve written and send it to me, and I’ll give you the equivalent of a DVD commentary on that snippet]

FUCK how did i MISS THIS the timestamp says TWO MONTHS AGO and i’ve been out here WHINING about not having and excuse to talk oh my gOD i’m so stupid

CHAPTER 12

["Well…" she pauses, gently turning Damien's hand in her own, biting her lip.] Rilla... shy? Rilla being shy? hhhhhhh she knows this is a long shot. she knows she probably... shouldn’t even want this, let alone ask for it... but...

["I… my hands are a little… shaky, at the moment. Maybe he'd wanna be generous again, just for a second?"] Rilla is having a really, really, really rough night. And she knows, intellectually, that Damien and Arum are both safe. They didn’t really try to kill each other. She didn’t really... burn them to death. but also........ Arum is all the way over there.... and she just... she knows that she shouldn’t want to touch him for non-medical reasons. That’s overstepping, for sure, and she knows with the way she feels that it’s inappropriate. but. but. but. she’s had Damien’s hands in her hair and it’s been so nice and she’s feeling very fucking vulnerable right now and if he helped Damien with something vulnerable while she was gone... maybe? maybe?

[Arum freezes, and then his frill presses to his neck and he glances towards the pair of them with a look of alarm. // "Wh- what do you mean? What do you want?"] Arum, in his usual defensive assumption, thinks he’s being made fun of in some way. He doesn’t actually know what she’s asking for, but he’s just barely past freaked out that she’s going to be angry at him (that she’s going to remember to hate him for his nature) for the cut on Damien’s hand. His frill presses down- he’s scared. And Arum gets aggressive when he’s scared.

[Rilla ducks her head, and then she glances up at the monster and Damien knows what she means, even if Arum does not.] Damien knows Rilla. He’s very, very perceptive, and he pays a hell of a lot of attention to her face, her motions, her moods, her wants. And it’s rare for Rilla to want something and not ask for it directly. Rilla doesn’t keep her desires close to the chest- she gets what she wants because she’s so willing to directly address those feelings. Which means, of course, that she is uncertain about asking for this. A rarity. So. She wants Arum to help Damien braid her hair, but she’s not sure about actually asking. Is she unsure because of Damien? Is she unsure because of Arum? Because of herself? Damien doesn’t quite know why she’s hesitating, but he knows what she wants.

[Damien feels, perhaps, that he should be… concerned, at the very least. Disgusted, even. But…] This chapter is a lot of What Damien Should Feel versus what he does feel. The idea of a monster carding his claws through Rilla’s hair “should” absolutely fill Damien with terror and repulsion. But Arum isn’t just “A Monster”, anymore, is he? Damien isn’t even concerned. What, would Arum have waited and bided his time for the moment he could... get his claws into Rilla’s hair? He could have killed her repeatedly by now. Could have killed either of them, over and over again. It’s barely a shadow of a worry, anymore. It’s just a whisper of Should Should Should. He has to keep reminding himself about it, these days.

["Do you… do you know how to braid, Lord Arum?" he asks, tilting his head, and Arum blinks, and then scowls.] Damien asks. Damien asks. Damien asks. A little less directly than Rilla ordinarily would have, but still. If he can help Rilla he will, but if he cannot do this for her... well... should he leave Rilla’s desires unfulfilled simply because he would not be himself fulfilling them? that phrasing got away from me. Dammit Damien. He doesn’t ask Arum TO braid her hair. He asks, first, if Arum can braid. And Arum already on the defensive, gets growly because it feels like his “skills” are being picked at.

["Of course I do. Don't ask foolish questions."] “of course I do” you fucking... dumbass. It’s a perfectly legitimate question. Damien has no fucking reason to know that you like to fucking weave vines you ridiculous lizard. You don’t have hair it’s a VALID. QUESTION. Jackass.

["Would you… perhaps…] A valid hesitation tbh [would you help me to braid Rilla's hair, again?] aaaaaAAAAAAAA [With my hand…" Damien frowns gently at himself, and he fully expects the monster to snap, to laugh, to bolt.] GOD.... THEY’RE TRYING SO FUCKING HARD TO NAVIGATE AROUND EACH OTHER IM DYING. I WROTE THIS AND I’M DYING. FUCK!!! Snap/Laugh/Bolt. Damien catastrophizes, we know this. This is a minor version of that, but-

Arum could Snap: You think I am some sort of SERVANT for Amaryllis now that she has saved my life? How DARE YOU.

Arum could Laugh: You soft, stupid thing... you want a monster to braid for you? You cut your hand and then wish for me to fix your messes? Do you think we are FRIENDS? [LIZARDY LAUGHTER]

Arum could Bolt: Literally the lizard is so easily embarrassed he could just nyoom from the room at the suggestion. That’s not unrealistic, actually.

[Arum stares, his violet eyes wide and stunned, and then he drops his gaze,] Arum is exactly as surprised as Damien is, that he would actually ask for this. [pulling his hands close to wring awkwardly in front of himself for a moment before he seems to become aware of what he is doing,] hhh oof fuck i love that mental image a LOT actually. Arum thinking about braiding Rilla’s hair and compulsively clutching his own hands, clamping down on the desire, realizing how obviously he is doing it and then forcing himself to stop. we love a touch-starved repressed lizard

[and then without answering he- he crawls closer, bringing himself beside Damien and stubbornly not looking at Rilla as she smiles, breathing a soft laugh.] he was asked. They asked him. Rilla is smiling, and she implied, even if she wasn’t the one who... Arum has been sitting aside since Damien started brushing out Rilla’s hair. He’s been stuck like two feet away, just fucking yearning tbh. He got a go-ahead to come closer and he can even pretend it’s not something he wanted to do anyway. Big Fucking Win for the lizard lord, tbh.

["Fine. Helpless little thing. Move aside, will you?"] And he even gets to be GRUMPY ABOUT IT!!! Act like he’s being IMPOSED upon, and he’s being magnanimous about it. Big Fucking Win for the Lizard.

[Damien shifts, moving to sit beside Rilla instead, and then he gestures for Arum to take his place,] h h h symbolic??? [and the monster does so with a graceless grumble.] performative grumpiness to obscure how fucking much he wants this. he wants this so fucking badly.

[Rilla exhales, her eyes closing again as three of Arum's hands (the fourth, his broken wrist, apparently not quite dexterous enough for the task just yet) sink into Rilla's hair, parting and sectioning it off before he starts to weave an elegant braid slowly down.] He doesn’t hesitate so they don’t have the opportunity to change their minds. Not that they were going to, obviously, but Arum doesn’t know that. And Rilla.... Rilla share some of that around, maybe. Having someone play with your hair is delightful ugh. And this is. all. still from Damien’s perspective. He’s watching. And he’s applying words like ‘elegant’ and ‘dexterous’ to Arum’s hands, and Arum’s handiwork. Mmhm.

ANYWAY sorry this languished in my inbox for TWO GODDAMN MONTHS i love you sweetpea

#<3<3<3<3<3 #scattered meta #elle's fanfic meta #long post #text heavy #shorter-than-her-tbr-pile #asks

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rosewilliams1736 · 5 years

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Kimallura + high school au (I love when you do these kinds of prompts, by the way, your stories are always so creative and sweet!)

Yep, this one’s totally three sentences too. Thank you for the lovely note Anon, it made my day!

As used to moving around as Allura was, starting at a new school in the middle of the year was easily one of her least favorite things to do. It didn’t help that the students of Westruun High were a little rougher around the edges than she was used to. It’d only taken a quick sweep of the unwelcoming faces in the lunchroom for Allura to decide to eat her lunch in the privacy of the nearest restroom.

She was just starting to pack up her trash when she heard the bathroom door slam open. She turned around in time to see a girl about half her height stumble into the room and shut the door quickly behind her. The newcomer had a thick line of blood running down her face, an eye that was starting to swell shut and was holding her arm as if it may be broken or her shoulder was dislocated.

Allura dropped the rest of her lunch in a nearby trashcan and rushed over to the girl.

“Gods, are you alright?”

The other girl wouldn’t meet her eye and mumbled something about ‘stupid football players always treating their girlfriends like shit’. She didn’t say much more before leaning her back against the wall and sliding down it with a loud groan. Allura went to ask her for more details before she heard a thunderous knock come from the other side of the door.

Allura crouched down so that she was at eye level with the other girl. “What’s your name?” The girl finally looked up and locked eyes with Allura.

“Kima.” She said simply.

“Okay Kima, I’ll go see if I can take care of this. I’ll be right back and I’ll see about getting you to the nurse after that okay?” Her voice was soft and gentle, which seemed to be all Kima needed to finally relax a bit.

“Don’t, please. Those guys are dangerous and they won’t think twice about trying to snap you like a twig.”

Allura raised a single eyebrow. “Is that so? We’ll see about that.” She gave Kima a confident smile and rose to her full height before heading to the door.

Kima tried to grab onto the bottom of Allura’s dress, but the taller woman was just a touch too fast.

Allura pulled the door open and was met with a wall of heavily muscled teenagers. The anger on their faces turned to confusion when they saw her instead of the girl they were after.

“Where’s the little bitch? We weren’t done with her.” Asked the one in front, likely their fearless leader. Allura had to keep from rolling her eyes.

“And you must be the football team. I haven’t been able to catch a game yet, but I’ve heard mediocre things.”

The boys all furrowed their brows in almost perfect unison at that before looking around at each other with increasingly confused expressions.

Allura took their pause as an opportunity to speak again. “You best be on your way, I’ve heard that Principal Tal’Dorei doesn’t take kindly to his students using such inappropriate language and beating up on one another.” She placed her hands on her hips. “And it would be a real shame if you all got suspended and had to miss the game on Friday. We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

The thug in charge moved to take a step in her direction, but got stopped by two of his buddies. “Let it go Xanthus, coach said he’d make us run until he got tired next time we got in trouble.”

Another of the boys spoke up then. “Yeah, come on man. Her and her little friend aren’t worth it.”

Xanthus glared at Allura but started to back away. Allura held his gaze until his buddies dragged him around a corner and out of sight.

With a small celebratory grin, Allura turned on a heel and walked back into the bathroom. Kima was still on the floor, and by the sweat on her brow and the pain on her face, she wasn’t doing any better than she was when she first arrived. Allura’s face softened immediately as she made her way over to the girl and kneeled by her side.

“The boys are gone and we have a clear path to the nurse. Think you can make it over there?”

The smaller girl’s head snapped up. “No! Please, I can’t go to Ms. Trickfoot’s office right now. She’s seen me get into way too many fights and I don’t think I can take another lecture about picking fights I can’t win right now. I just need some help getting up and I’ll be fine.”

Allura bit her lip. The idea of this girl picking herself up and going back to class like this was hard to wrap her head around, but just by looking at her Allura could tell that convincing her not to would be impossible.

“Can I at least help you get cleaned up?”

Kima looked down at her shirt and shrugged, only remembering after the fact that she had an injured shoulder.

“It couldn’t hurt.” Her voice was lower and more gravely this time, the pain clearly affecting her.

“Alright, give me just a second.”

Allura stood up once more and collected a wad of paper towels before hustling over to her backpack and pulling out a pair of black rubber gloves. She stopped by the sink for a moment to wet the paper towels and then made her way back over to the shorter woman.

Kima watched the whole process and shot Allura a questioning look when she returned.

“I spend a lot of time messing with chemicals and I’m not a fan of the gloves that most schools keep on hand.”

The words slipped out of Allura’s mouth before she had the chance to process them and as soon as she realized what she said, she felt a blush start to crawl up the back of her neck.

Much to her surprise the other girl gave her an approving nod. “You’re a hell of a lot better prepared than most everyone else around here. I should probably keep you around for the next time this happens.”

Allura sat down next to the girl and carefully started cleaning the blood off her face. “Does this happen often?” She asked, pausing for a moment to wait for her response.

“Only when someone says something to piss me off.”

“So daily then?” Allura asked with a smirk.

Kima grinned right back at her.

“Oh, I like you.” She flinched a little when Allura touched a particularly painful spot. “Shit, sorry, I’m the worst with manners. I never got your name.”

Allura blushed harder at that. “I’m Allura,” She said, standing up and double checking her work. “And it looks like I’m all done here.”

“Well Allura, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

Allura turned away under the guise of throwing away the bloodied paper towels, but it also had to do with her attempting to hide her now bright red checks.

“Hey Allura, can I call you Allie?”

Allura turned around in surprise. “I-uh I guess so. No one’s ever called me that before.”

“Cool, Allie it is then. Can you help me stand up?”

“Right, of course.”

After a moment of figuring out the easiest and safest way to get Kima to her feet without hurting her shoulder, the girls worked together to haul Kima up.

Kima tried to stand up straight on her own, but crumpled almost immediately. “You know what,” She ground out through clenched teeth. “I think I might need to go see Ms. Trickfoot after all.”

Allura placed a hand on Kima’s good shoulder and wrapped her other arm around Kima’s back and put her hand on the girl’s side. As gently as she could, she helped Kima stand back up. Allura intended on cracking a joke, but the pained look on Kima’s face stopped her in her tracks.

“It’s alright, I got you.”

“Are you always this nice to strangers?” Kima asked as they slowly made their way to the nurse’s office.

“I usually don’t talk to strangers, unless they’re cute.” The end of the sentence trailed off and Allura hoped that Kima was too focused on walking to notice.

“I must be the exception then. I’ve never been called cute a day in my life.”

“Well, there’s a first for everything.”

Kima didn’t look up, but Allura caught sight of the tips of her ears turning red. They fell into a comfortable silence after that. It only lasted for a few moments though because as soon as they got close to the nurse’s office a small blonde haired woman, presumably Ms. Trickfoot, rushed over to them with a wheelchair.

“For Sarenrae’s sake Kima, this is the third time this month.” She said as she approached the girls.

As she got closer, Ms. Trickfoot’s expression went from being one of anger to one of concern. “Oh gods, they got you good this time didn’t they? Come here, let’s get you checked out.”

With Allura’s help, they got Kima down into the wheelchair without much issue. Once she was secure, the blonde woman turned to Allura.

“She usually has to haul herself down here, but I’m glad she had some help this time. I’m Pike by the way.”

“I’m Allura. Is there a reason that Kima calls you by your last name?”

Pike smiled and shook her head. “Ah, well, she comes from a military family so that kind of thing is pretty normal for her.”

Kima cleared her throat, drawing their attention back to her. “Hey Allie?” Allura walked around the side of the wheelchair so she was standing in front of Kima. “Thanks.”

Allura smiled down at her. “You’re welcome. Try and stay out of trouble okay?”

Kima grinned back. “I won’t make any promises, but I might be a little easier to persuade if we hung out some more.”

Allura felt herself blush again but did nothing to hide it this time. “I’d like that.”

“I hate to ruin the moment ladies, but I’ve got to go get Kima checked out before Principal Tal’Dorei catches wind of what happened.” Pike gave Allura a nod and then started pushing Kima back in the direction of her office.

Allura watched them go before heading back to the bathroom to grab her backpack. Maybe Westruun High wasn’t going to be that bad after all.

#critical role #kimallura #high school au #prompt #Anon

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buddy-and-eric · 5 years

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Blame The Eagles, Man

Chapter 2 - Best of My Love

Summary: Eric’s back in Buddy’s company and he just can’t get a handle on himself.

Words: 2,677

Ships: Beric? Eric x Buddy

The darkness of the impending night was just beginning to settle over the town, slowly but surely Eric’s shadow faded into the blanket of night air. It chilled him just standing there. Though Point Place was anything but a frightening area. The scariest thing that ever happened around the burn out town was that Jimmy kid trying to knock off the 7/11 a few months ago only armed with a water gun.

But the distant sounds of buzzing bugs was enough to make his skin crawl with a ghost of an itch. He was standing there, looking put off, staring at the Vista Cruiser like he was scolding a child. His original plan was to fiddle with the car or something but he couldn’t even pretend to know anything about what the problem was. ‘This definitely wouldn’t happen to Batman & his Batmobile-’

The loud thump of the passenger door closing sent Eric nearly a foot in the air. He slapped his hand to his chest, feeling a bit of relief as he realized no one was in fact coming to murder him. Instead it was his cheeky looking friend. Which might've actually been worse.

Buddy moved with a bounce in his step to Eric’s side, looking over the car. “Jumpy tonight, huh Eric?” He laughed, putting one hand around to pat Eric’s back.

Eric rolled his shoulders back, awkwardly coughing as he brushed his curled fist across his mouth. He stretched his arms behind himself like he was getting ready to yawn. “Nah, no. I was just....” Eric looked around at the dark trees around them and swallowed “So you think somethings wrong with the car?” He played it off with a little laugh and scratched under his chin.

The two of them had come driving through the spookiest corners of Point Place with the intention to get burgers from the ‘haunted’ Fatso Burger where the furniture was mysteriously moved every night. But really, that place just had poor management and never locked their doors and Mr. Kebler wouldn’t offer the Supernatural Soda discount anymore (Which was just all the flavors mixed together) if he didn’t still believe the ghosts were there somewhere. Buddy seemed really set on getting one of those and Eric wanted to see his disgusted face again. It’d been a full week since the last time when Kelso laughed so hard that Piggly Wiggly cream soda shot outta his nose. That made Eric instantly regret inviting Buddy to the basement for the first time in a long time.

His friend looked over the car and rolled his lips together, the glaze of intense observation went over his eyes. He turned to Eric with a simple smile that made Eric’s chest tighten. “The Cruiser...” Buddy trailed off as he leaned in the drivers side window.

Eric let his eyes droop slowly from the mixture of sleepless nights and a comfortable laziness he always seemed to have around Buddy.

“She’s just- um....old.” his voice was strained and he could tell he was wiggling around some stuff in there. “So she just needs a push sometimes.” Buddy attempted to start the car two more times before it finally caught and started smoothly. The man bounced back out with that grin again and laid his hand on the car’s roof. “Probably needs to be looked at further but that’s good enough for now.”

Buddy had a thing for cars. That was something else new that Eric learned about him throughout this friendship. Not only did he appreciate them but he knew a heck of a lot of shit about them too. Which is another reason why Eric couldn’t believe how much the guy loved the Vista Cruiser.

“Maybe we should head back to your house, y’know?” Buddy gestured to the car, think it’d be best to play it safe and get it home as quick as possible.

Eric deflated a little. Partly because he was not in a good place at the moment to mix Buddy with his other friends again. But also because he really wanted to get Buddy that stupid Supernatural Soda thing. “Oh no, a good man keeps his word, Buddy.” He smirked and put on some kind of accent (maybe British? He wasn’t very good at them). “I intend to spoil you tonight.” He wagged his finger at him and Buddy chuckled. He grabbed Eric’s finger and pushed it down.

“Please. I’m spoiled enough.” a shrug rolling off his shoulders.

“Maybe in your sense of the word but you haven’t been spoiled by a Forman yet. This family spoils with things like a fun trip to a fast-food chain every once in a blue moon.” He threw his arm playfully around Buddy and walked him over to the passengers side door. “And if you’re lucky...” He leaned over and opened the door. “They might’ve actually refilled the ketchup dispenser.”

Eric slowly shut Buddy’s door and came around and hopped into his own. Buddy watched him with amusement. “I don’t like ketchup.” His nose scrunched up and Eric let himself admire the face before he rolled his eyes.

“You never cease to amaze me.”

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The flickering lights of the Fatso Burger were burning into Eric’s eyes and giving him the slightest headache. The orange and yellow wall details were no help and it seemed to make the glare worse. But it wasn’t bothering him that much. Friday was upon Point Place and the teenagers were out and about in the most ‘exciting’ areas without having to feel that deep sense of dread for school the next day.

And sitting across from Buddy was always nice. Though, Eric still picked at the peeling paint on the side of their booth table and avoided his eyes anyway. That Tuesday seemed far away in his mind but it was just two weeks prior.

He’d stayed kinda far off from Buddy recently and not for the first time. Maybe he was just too nervous about being around him these days but either way, he felt shitty about it.

“So um...” He was going to ask. “I usually ruin things by opening my big mouth but...” Eric trailed off, wiggling his eyebrow a little and holding his hand out. Maybe he was hoping Buddy would just get what he was trying to say but if he didn’t even know...how on earth would Buddy?

Buddy slipped his straw in and out of his drink slowly and created the most annoying sound on earth, at least to Eric. “But what?”

Eric sighed and slapped his hand down onto the table.

“Have you talked to Donna?” Buddy interrupted, sensing the coming conflict. “I haven’t really heard from you in a while and that’s fine, Eric. Things are awkward with you and I understand that.” Buddy shrugged and Eric felt his shoulders cave in from pure relief and admiration. “But if I know you well enough, and I think I do, I’m sure you haven’t made much progress on the whole...” It was his turn to trail off “Talking about this out-loud situation.” Was what he decided on.

And that was exactly true. “I-uh...well. I’ve thought about it a whole lot.” He immediately tried to justify himself but Buddy just smiled.

“Work it out with me, Eric.” He gestured to himself with a smirk and took a long drink of his soda even though it tasted like a disaster. His nose scrunched up again and Eric rolled his lips together to keep from smiling.

“I just...I like you a lot, Buddy.” He fell backwards against the booth seat in exasperation. “But Donna...we’ve got a lot of history.”

His friend nodded.

“I mean, I-we...” he scratched behind his ear and tried to work it out before he spoke again. Donna was his first crush. The girl next door who could always hang out like she was one of the guys. He liked that about her. He always had.

“And you know, Eric-” Buddy started and broke the man out of his thoughts. “This shouldn’t just be about picking me or Donna.” He rolled his eyes but in a friendly way. “It’s just about figuring out what makes you happy. Makes your...” He flung his wrist out in front of his lower stomach in an oddly suggestive way.

Eric chuckled and raised his hands. “Wow, Buddy. That’s inappropriate dinner talk. I am shocked-”

“Shut-up, you turkey. That’s not what I meant to do-” Buddy laughed but turned his face from Eric’s view as his cheeks turned pink. “I’m trying to say that you just need to figure out what you want from a relationship and the kind of person that would make you happy. Don’t just go back and forth between the two of us...if that’s even what you’ve been doing anyway. Ok?” He turned back and pinched the back of his hand.

Eric nodded and sort of retracted within himself again.

“How have you been thinking about it?” Buddy wondered if that phrasing was a little too weird but Eric seemed to perk up a little.

“Donna, she’s-” He sipped his own drink, letting the straw float lazily away afterwards. “My best friend. The first girl who would give me the time of day. I use to walk her home from school everyday and she’d carry my books just to make fun of my skinny ass arms.” He wiggled his arm out for emphasis and laughed, eyes glazing over a little.

“We just clicked.” He shrugged. “It only makes sense that we’d end up like this.”

Buddy narrowed his eyes in thought and rubbed his hand gently down his thigh. “When you think about your future, is Donna the girl your with?”

“Sometimes.” He answered with honesty. “She used to be.” His right eye twitched as he tilted his head. “I-uh-um....I do my best for Donna.” He looked surprised at his own words and it interested Buddy.

“What do you mean by that?”

“I...don’t really know. I’m not sure. This is ridiculous. You wanna refill?” He stood up all jumpy-like and pointed to Buddy’s drink even though free refills were not allowed and he didn’t even have the money for that.

“Nah. But maybe some napkins?” Buddy was hoping that’d buy his friend enough alone time to calm himself down. Eric nodded and took off.

Buddy took the time to think about the last few months, eyes floating about the fast food joint like it held all the answers to his questions. He wanted to do right by Eric and help the poor guy out because it pained him so badly when he was in that same position. With any luck, he could help Eric find peace.

-”Mr. Kebler said he’s out of napkins and I’m gay.”

Buddy spit out his drink....splattering it all over the table. ‘A bad time to be out of napkins, huh?’ He thought. The white counter-top was streaked in soda and was already starting to drip over the side, Buddy cringed at the gross sight but didn’t have time to dwell on it. “What the hell, Eric?” He hoped that didn’t sound harsh but there was no way in hell Eric could just up and figure out his identity on the way to the Fatso Burger counter.

Eric shuffled on his feet before lowering himself slowly back onto the booth chair, arms up and careful not to touch the sticky table. “That’s gotta be it, man.” Eric’s voice sounded rushed and nervous. “Don’t you think?”

Buddy frowned. “I can’t tell you that, Eric. You have to figure that out for yourself, I told you.”

Eric looked put-out and tired. “The guys know your gay.” he blurted and Buddy’s eyes widened briefly and he crossed his arms.

“You told them?”

“No, no, no. I mean- well, maybe I confirmed Donna and Hyde’s suspicion-”

Buddy frowned, leaning even further away from the table.

“But Fez was the one who said it, not me.” Eric insisted, remembering how his friend had just known. “Kelso didn’t believe it. Said that if you were then you'd have been all over him.” He chuckled nervously under Buddy’s heated gaze.

But Buddy’s heat didn’t last too long. After a second or two, he was back to that easy-going small smile. “He’s not my type.”

“And what is your type?” Eric asked with innocence as he munched on a fry.

Buddy gave him a look as he rubbed his palm down from his chin to the base of his neck. “I don’t think that’s gonna help this conversation at all.”

Eric knew what Buddy was getting at. He’d already asked Buddy a few times if he still has feelings for him. Though it was hard to tell when he was getting on the bright boys nerves, he was pretty sure he was edging it a little too close now. He was hoping that question was ambiguous enough but it obviously wasn’t. He frowned. “I always thought Donna and I had...like movie love.”

“Do you still feel that way?”

“In a way.” He shrugged, suddenly looking very pained. It was a look that Buddy knew had been on his face several times when he was knee-deep in the questioning phase. “Yeah, it’s movie love. I’ll admit it.” He waved his hand out and Buddy opened his mouth but never got a word out. “Just not the kind I thought. It all comes back to the fact that I feel like I’m playing a damn part, Buddy.” He scrunched up his eyes with anger.

“I like Donna because I think I’m supposed to.” He half-whispered that to himself and Buddy nearly felt like he was intruding.

“I think...” He spoke with an earnestly kind voice. “I think you should talk to Donna.”

Eric glanced up at him again. His eyes were filled with anger and confusion. “Do I have to?” He rubbed his hand against his forehead.

“If you really feel that way, then yes.” Buddy sighed and slid out of the booth to stand on Eric’s side. He softly shoved his shoulder and took the space next to Eric who was too busy to really care.

“Damn.” Eric shook his head.

“Yeah...” Buddy trailed off, trying not relive all those painful memories where he’d sat awake at night trying to figure out why he couldn’t force himself to like girls.

“It was Luke.” Eric mumbled, miserably.

“What?”

“Luke. Star Wars.” Eric shrugged before thinking to explain. “I think maybe...that was my first real clue. Y’know after you....” He dipped his finger into a small Supernatural Soda puddle. The only thing supernatural about the night thus far were the ghosts of Buddy’s past.

He smiled gently. “Why don’t you take me home now?”

Eric looked up quickly, wondering if he’d done something wrong.

“You’ve exhausted yourself. I’ve seen no ghosts...” Bucky teased, gesturing to the empty restaurant. “And you’ve got a lot of thinking to do, y’know?” he softly pinched his friends arm and Eric rolled his eyes.

“Well, this was fun, huh?” He let Buddy slide out and he followed after him. His keys dancing around in the palm of his hand.

“I gotta feeling the drive home is gonna make the night.” Buddy smiled and climbed into the passenger seat.

The Cruiser started up on the first try and the radio kicked on. Almost magically, The Eagles ‘Ol’ 55′ dissolved into the air. Eric had to laugh.

“I always liked Han.” Buddy chimed and Eric shook his head.

“Han? Really. Luke’s the hero, man.” He felt a joy pass through him and tried to allow that to mask his absolutely horrendous dread of having to talk to Donna.

The night air was calm, The Cruiser had started successfully, The Eagles were on, he was talking about Star Wars with someone who matched him, and he finally felt as if he’d made a dent in this odd journey.

Plus, Buddy seemed happy enough.

At least he had tonight to pretend that he had things completely figured out. He’d worry about the rest later.

#sorry this is short but #here is chapter 2!!#should there be more???#let me know #beric #Eric's Buddy #Eric Forman #eric x buddy #buddy morgan #Topher Grace #joseph gordon-levitt #that 70s show #my fanfiction

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Laws of Motion / Chapter 4 (Trixya) - DenDenMonMon

A/N:

A lot is going to happen in this chapter, and I mean A LOT.

I would like to formally apologize in advance.

For your attention, thank you.

-Monkey

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Chapter 4 - White.

Katya liked to keep herself busy. A mind as hyperactive as hers needed a specific task to focus on, otherwise, she would be a burning ball of unrestrainable energy. So, she liked to concentrate her efforts into a series of small chores that, as a whole, would contribute into something bigger. It wasn’t always easy to keep her head in the game. More often than not she had to be railed back on track. Ginger was an expert on doing that, but Ginger wasn’t around anymore. Now, she needed to get herself in check, and it wasn’t easy.

That day, as any other, she went to her yoga class first thing in the morning. That was the beauty of Los Angeles, Angelinos were so concerned about their fitness that it wasn’t hard to find work out classes at, pretty much, any hour of the day.

With her energy channeled for the day, or at least for the next few hours, she drove to her favorite coffee shop. She liked Priscilla’s because it looked like a bookstore more than an actual café. The decorations were earthy and warm, and there were always a lot of dogs. The best part was that it wasn’t right in the middle of the city, with too many people coming and going to allow her to concentrate. The twenty minute drive over the hill was worth the calmness of Toluca Lake.

And she needed calmness today, of all days.

She sat down on a table outside, bringing a coffee cup and a cigarette to her lips, alternately. If she had to die of something, it better be of this insanely satisfying combination.

Files were not supposed to leave the station, everybody knew that, but Katya had taken a few pictures out. The first one was the blown out image of the card they had found at the first crime scene. She knew she had seen that before, just couldn’t remember where. It was right there, in a compartment of her imaginary, but she couldn’t find the right vault. And she pictured herself, running in the hallways of her head, guided by smoke and fueled by caffeine, pulling all the imagery she had saved throughout the years, yet never picking the correct one. It was right there, and she couldn’t get a hold of it.

It was like seeing someone, that Katya knew she had met before, but couldn’t remember their name. Then spending the entire day wondering where she knew them from, coming up with nothing.

The anxiety of the situation kept making her skin crawl. She closed her eyes and tried a few meditation techniques to ease her nerves. It didn’t work very well. That was when the second cigarette came.

She picked up her phone, the white stick still secured between her fingers, and started texting. It was risky, she shouldn’t be doing it, but she didn’t know what else to do.

Another picture Katya had with her was of one of the crime scenes. The girl had her eyes lost in the middle of nowhere, and her mouth was slightly opened. Her skin was pale, since all the blood had been drained from her body. It looked like an image taken out of a scary movie, which intrigued Katya even more. There was something about this particular criminal that she simply couldn’t wrap her mind around.

One of the reasons why she was so good at her job was because she was able to canalize the killer’s instincts. Her coworkers would joke about Katya having the mind of a killer, but not the guts to actually do it. They were probably right. She could usually feel it in her bones. She could feel the motive behind the actions, the rush of the preparation, the satisfaction of actually doing it; in a weird way she was familiar with all of those. Nonetheless, her mind was empty when dealing with The Puppeteer. It was an unnerving feeling that she had never experienced before, and she didn’t like it at all.

Her phone was silent until the butt of the third cigarette found the ashtray. The affirmation had come. It was time to get things moving.

The message she sent Trixie was very vague. Trixie read it many times, even showed it to Jasmine, to see if they could figure it out together. From what they gathered, Katya was picking Trixie up that night, she needed to be wearing civilian clothes because they were going to some sort of party. All of that also meant they wouldn’t see her at the precinct all day. Trixie wanted to be mad, she knew Katya was extremely talented. Trixie had never met anyone as smart as Katya before, never. Yet, Trixie felt she was the only one really working the case while Katya was out and about, taking a day off to herself.

Jasmine, in her very understanding nature, told her to give Katya a chance. She always knew what she was doing. Trixie was advised to trust whatever Katya had in mind, that it could be a little out there, but it would surely get the job done.

Violet chimed in, and with a dry tone she told Trixie not to judge Katya’s process. It hadn’t been a request.

So, that was what Trixie did. In the early evening, she waited for Katya at the back of the building, as she had asked, wearing a short dress, white denim jacket and white go-go boots. Her makeup was exaggeratedly done, making her look more beautiful than ever.

“Hello, Barbie doll,” Katya greeted her as she pulled up next to her.

Trixie rolled her eyes and got in the passenger seat. “This better be good.”

They drove for a few minutes. The sun was still shining, even when the clock was about to hit seven in the evening. The sun rays hit their faces as they moved down Laurel Canyon. Trixie was still sulking in her seat, after having to work alone all day. Katya was unbothered, singing to every single song that came up on the radio. Her voice was loud, and incredibly off key. She changed the words constantly. Trixie could never get behind such crude bathroom humor, but Katya seemed to love singing about taking dumps in inappropriate places.

It was hard to keep up with the made up lyrics, especially when Trixie needed to pay attention to the road for both of them. The path was narrow and the turns were too close together. Katya behind the wheel was already dangerous by itself, having her distracted by the radio in such delicate road, felt more than Trixie could take.

They were about to reach Hollywood Boulevard, the residential side, not the one with the big neon lights and tourists filling the streets, when Katya took a turn and stopped the car in an alley. The walls around them were covered in beautiful graffiti. Trixie got lost in the eyes of a gorgeous fairy before she realized they had parked.

“Did I ever tell you…” Katya stopped, flickering her lighter a couple of times before she could light up her cigarette. “Did I ever tell you why I became a cop?”

Trixie shook her head. They both knew she hadn’t.

Katya blew the smoke out the window before returning her attention to her. “I had an amazing childhood. My parents were the most supportive. They never censored anything, not the music we listened to, nor the TV shows or movies that we watched. Picture the most perfect environment for a kid to grow, and I still managed to screw things up.”

It was like a vision. The sun was setting behind them, the smoke leaving Katya’s mouth was enchanting, and the serious tone of her voice was freaking Trixie out. She didn’t say anything, though, she allowed her to continue.

“I love drugs,” Katya said with a groan. “I fucking love drugs, Trixie. Every drug under the sun, you name it, I’ve done it. They are the best thing that has ever happened to me. They also almost got me killed,” she ended her sentence very matter-of-factly, which was a complete contrast to Trixie’s shocked expression.

“Oh, wow,” was all Trixie could let out.

Katya shrugged her shoulders. “Almost, that’s the keyword here. That was a really long time ago. I’m all good now. All clean.” She took what looked like a coin from the cupholder, toyed with it for a bit and put it back.

Trixie had enough knowledge to recognize it was an anniversary chip from AA.

“I went to rehab,” Katya confirmed Trixie’s silent assumptions. “Got my shit together… well, as together as I could.” She laughed dryly at her own words. “And then decided to fix my wrong doing by helping others, so I became a detective. Call it a Step Nine taken too far.”

All that information was taking a moment for Trixie to absorb, but she nodded her head. Maybe the full depth of the situation wasn’t really something she could understand, but she wanted to let Katya know that she was there for her.

“Now, about tonight. I had to make some phone calls,” Katya continued. “Reconnect with people from my past. We are about to meet them now, and they may say things about me.”

Trixie felt her eyes widening with each word that left Katya’s mouth. “Are you going to use again? Because, Katya, no case is worth your–”

As cute as this protective version of Trixie was, Katya had to interrupt her. “No, don’t worry, I won’t. There may be people using, though, and we can’t arrest them. They can’t know we are cops. My contact is already waiting for me, it should be a clean in and out situation. I just…” There was a pause, Katya tried to find the right words to describe what she was thinking. “I don’t know, I guess I just didn’t want you to hear it from someone else. I don’t know.”

“I get it. You are fine.”

They shared a smile, an air of comprehension filled the space between them. The engine was brought back to life, and Trixie pressed a reassuring hand on Katya’s thigh as they drove away.

It was only a few blocks before Katya stopped the car again. Apparently, there was nobody on the street. They stayed there in silence for a moment. The car was idling and it was getting dark around them. Trixie knew better than to ask any questions, even when she was growing nervous by the minute.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows. Trixie didn’t know if the girl had been there the whole time, hiding on the left side of the building, but she was now making her way to them. The girl was short and her hair was long. She stomped her feet hard against the pavement as she walked around the car and leaned into Katya’s window.

“Hola, Mami,” the girl addressed Katya with a side smile. “I ain’t see you around here for a while.”

Katya, playing the role, moved a hand to run up and down the girl’s arm. “Hi, mija.” Katya returned the smile. Her fingers getting covered in glitter, transferred from the girl’s skin. “Soon, baby,” she promised. “Right now I’m looking for la güera. Is she around?”

The girl’s face fell immediately. With a tiny role of her eyes, she pushed herself back, yelling a name that Trixie wasn’t able to catch. “You and I used to have so much fun. What happened, baby? Now you only go for flaquitas y güeritas, eh?” The girl pushed her chin towards Trixie.

She didn’t know any Spanish, but Trixie was pretty sure she had just been insulted.

“Nada de eso, mamá. You know you will always be my favorite.”

Just then, the car door opened, and a girl got, not so gracefully, into the backseat.

“Beat it, Vanjie. These are my bitches now.”

The girl stepped aside, her mocha-colored skin shining under the streetlamp. And Katya drove away. Silence once again reigned during the ride. The only occasional noise came from the girl in the backseat, who loudly chewed gum with her mouth opened.

Katya then pulled into a motel. In some kind of drive-through arrangement, she requested a room. The window to the cashier was covered in tinted glass, preventing them from seeing their face. It actually made things a lot easier. They were given a room number and they found their gate right away. It had some sort of garage, the metallic door closed automatically behind them when the car went in.

They got out of the car and nobody said a word still. Trixie only followed them up the small staircase that led to their room. Going behind them also gave her the chance to look at the girl, to really look at her. Her makeup was applied perfectly, Trixie could recognize that right away. She was extremely beautiful, with long blonde hair and legs that seem interminable underneath her tiny skirt. She had a white tank top with chinese lettering on the front.

As soon as Katya heard the front door getting closed, she couldn’t take it anymore. She jumped in excitement and hugged her friend tight to her body. They hadn’t seen each other in so long, which was a good thing, because it only meant that none of them had gotten into trouble.

“I missed you so much,” Katya whispered into the blonde curls.

“I couldn’t believe you had called me. How are you? Are you okay? Can we trust her?”

Something suddenly clicked in Katya’s head. “Oh, God. Shit. Sorry. This is Trixie, my new partner. Trixie, this is Willam, he… well, she– wait, which one is it?”

“You are a man?!” Trixie looked surprised, to say the least.

Katya couldn’t help but laugh at her. She knew Trixie meant no disrespect, and Willam did too, who simply continued to chew on the same piece of gum.

“What? Didn’t you know? Some women have dicks these days,” Willam said so chilled, so casually, that it only elicited another round of laughter from Katya. “And I don’t mind. Either is fine.”

“Oh, bitch, you are a woman.” Right then, Trixie seemed to realize what she had done, she physically shook her head, trying to land back into the conversion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude,” she said walking to Willam, extending her hand to greet her. “It’s just that… oh, my God. You are really pretty.”

Willam shook her hand, and played with her own hair with the other. “I know. I have a mirror at home.”

Katya let out a wheezing laugh from behind them. “Glad to know the undercover work hasn’t changed your nasty ass.” Katya chuckled before taking a somber tone. “How is that going, by the way?”

Willam got on the bed, bouncing a couple of times before crossing her legs. “It’s hard. You know, nobody wants to trust you when you are this beautiful and give better head.” She kept playing with her hair while Katya laughed at her words yet again. “Yeah, no, I’m getting places,” she finally spoke seriously. “This goes way deeper than we thought, Kats.”

“Oh, shit,” Katya said genuinely concerned.

She took a seat next to her friend. She could only imagine all the things that Willam had gone through these last few months. The undercover mission was only supposed to last a few weeks. Willam was meant to collect intel among a group of trans-girls being forced to do sex work, and then come back to do her regular job. Nobody had planned for the small case to turn into such a big deal. Katya wasn’t nervous about Willam, she could take care of herself, she just hoped she could do more to help her.

“I was following one lead, one, but it’s a full net,” Willam offered. “There are so many more branches, though. I’m gonna need more time.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure. That’s not what we are here for,” Katya assured her. “You are still on the case. I just need your help to identify something. The Puppeteer is back.”

Willam’s jaw fell open. “What?”

Katya turned to Trixie, who had been extremely quiet the whole time. In a way, Katya was grateful for the private moment she had just gotten with her friend, but they needed to get to work. She didn’t want to risk Willam’s status by keeping her for too long.

Trixie got the hint. She took the card out of her purse, still wrapped in the evidence bag. “We found this in four of the seven murders. We don’t know what it is. It has no name or address or phone number, just these stupid white lines forming a rose.”

Willam took the plastic bag in her hand, moved it around to get a better view of the piece of paper, recognition filled her features right away. “Oh, this is Luzon’s brothel.”

“You know what this is?” Katya asked, her voice filled with hope.

“Yeah, you see these lines here.” She pointed to the middle of the flower. “That’s the letter M, for Manila, Manila Luzon. Everybody knows who she is, and if you don’t then you probably can’t afford her. That’s why there’s no info on the card. She’s an eccentric bitch.”

Trixie looked at her with confusion. “What do you mean eccentric?”

“She has a dungeon, a classroom for role play, and things like that. Her girls are super talented, she hires only the best ones.”

“Do you know where we can find her?”

They got all the information about the place from Willam and, a few minutes later, they were dropping her off at her corner. Katya made sure to yell obscenities as Willam got out of the car, promising to come back and do more indecencies next week while they drove away.

It didn’t take them long to reach the brothel.

Trixie double checked the address once Katya was finally able to parallel park. She kept mumbling something about women’s brains, saying they didn’t develop the parts that calculated distance and space as much as men.

“If you think about it,” she continued, even when Trixie wasn’t paying attention. “It’s not at all misogynistic when people say women can’t drive, it’s a scientific fact. We can’t. We can do a lot of other things better than men, but driving, oh, Momma…” The tone of her voice changed when she looked up at Trixie. “And you are not paying attention.”

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Trixie asked, not even pretending she was listening to Katya.

They stood in front of an old building, but yet again, every building downtown was old. All the lights seemed to be off, and no sound came from the inside. Both looked up, spotting the large windows that didn’t indicate any movement happening on the other side of the glass. It had all the telltale signs of an abandoned building, and there they were, pulling the stained glass door to walk in.

A light bulb blinked above their heads, providing soft, intermittent lighting to the entry hallway. At the end of the corridor, an elevator waited for them.

Katya was the first one to walk inside the small cubicle. “If Willam sent us here to get killed, I swear to God…”

“Look!” Trixie pointed at the buttons of the elevator, successfully stopping Katya on her planning of bloody revenge. “It’s the same rose.”

The intricate design they had found on the cards replaced the number of the last button of the row. Trixie pressed it and they allowed the metallic box to take them to the top floor.

It would’ve been a good idea to come up with a strategy on their way up. Yet, they didn’t. Even if they had, though, they couldn’t possibly be prepared for what encountered them once the door slid open. Everything looked immaculate, upscale, expensive. A complete opposite to the first floor that had received them. The flashy furniture somehow made sense, as if it was meant to be put together. Even the blonde behind the tall desk belonged there just fine.

“Hello, welcome to Madam Luzon’s House of Pleasure. How can we take care of you tonight?”

Katya read the tag on the receptionist’s chest. Detox. Katya hardly doubted that was her real name, but it fitted her perfectly. Her lips were big, and there wasn’t a single wrinkle on her face. The tight dress showed off her perfectly sculpted body, if not by the gods themselves, by a group of doctors throughout many years. The face and body could be fake, but there was something very real about her smile. The contrast was verging on funny. The name Detox definitely suited her.

“Hello, sweetheart.” Katya flashed her a smile as she folded her arms on top of the desk. “We are here to gather some information.” She put as much effort as she could to make her voice somewhat alluring.

Detox giggled. Maybe it worked, maybe it was her job to respond like that to clients; but Katya felt proud of herself.

“Of course! Are you two pretty ladies looking to be a part of our team, or simply join the club?”

“What’s the difference?” Trixie asked.

Katya made yet another mental note, she had to talk Trixie into being more approachable. Half of the job was making people feel comfortable when talking to them. That entailed a lot of flexing the tone of their voices, and the ability to sound open and friendly, attributes that Trixie seemed to live without.

In an attempt to save the moment, Katya laughed exaggeratedly. “This beautiful lady is assuming we are hot enough to work here,” she spoke directly to Trixie before returning her attention to the receptionist. “Actually, we were hoping you could help us with something.” She fumbled with her phone for a moment before pulling up the picture that she needed, it was of the latest victim before being attacked. “Have you seen her? Has this girl worked here?”

Detox shook her head right away. “Nope. Why? Is she missing or are you trying to arrest her?”

She was very relaxed. Detox had by then understood that they were cops, that they were there to do an actual investigation, and she seemed unfazed. Katya was having a hard time reading her. Any person working at a place that literally had the words ‘House of Pleasure’ in the name, would be shaking in their boots in the presence of the police. She must have gotten good training on how to dissuade any law enforcer from what they actually did, or the paperwork was made up in such a way that they wouldn’t be able to prove what really went down there. Katya didn’t care, not really, not right now. She wasn’t there to shut down a sex house, she had a murderer to catch.

“Neither, actually.” It looked like Trixie had gotten the hint, her voice sounded just a little bit softer. “Is she a member of the club?” A head shake answered her question. “Is there anybody else we can ask about her?”

Detox’s perfect customer service smile shone brightly. “Sure. Please, excuse me for a minute.”

Trixie and Katya looked at each other as the girl went through a door on the side. Katya wanted to tell Trixie to relax, to keep her chill, and act normal. She wanted to let Trixie know that they were there to support each other; that they were going to get in there, get as much information as they could and go from there. She didn’t have to. After a few seconds of holding her stare, Trixie nodded. She understood.

“Madam Luzon will see you now,” Detox spoke a few feet from them, holding the door open so they could walk in.

Frantic music received them as soon as they entered the big office. In the corner, who they could only guess was Madam Luzon, rapidly moved a brush against a large canvas. She wore what seemed to be plastic cover in the form of a puffy dress. A white streak of hair bounced at the top of her head when she looked down to her paint palette. The strokes were long and thin as she moved to the rhythm of the quick tempo. She changed colors a couple of times, but didn’t stop until the music came to a dramatic end. That was when she finally turned around to face them, a wide smile on her face.

“Hello! Welcome. How can I take care of you tonight?”

She put the brush down and took a towel. She wiped her hands but all the stains remained on her skin, leaving her with big freckles of different colors.

“Hi. Thank you. We were hoping you could help us.” Katya took a step forward, her extended hand holding the phone in front of her. “Have you seen this girl before?”

Madam Luzon squinted her eyes, clearly pretending to take a better look of the image. “I don’t think I have, no. Is she in any trouble?”

“Not really.” Trixie shrugged nonchalantly. “Dead sure could be considered kinda troublesome, I guess. Very inconvenient, for sure.”

“Oh, geez.” Madam Luzon pressed a hand to her chest. “Poor girl, and so young. She had her whole life ahead of her.”

Katya wasn’t buying the performance, not for one second, but she decided to go along with it. She wanted to see how far this could go.

“We found your card at her place. Any idea how it got there?”

A hand was waved to dismiss Katya’s question. “If the kid was talented, I may have offered her a spot here at some point. I only hire the very best. She probably didn’t make the cut because, sadly, I don’t think I remember her.” The phone rang besides her, giving her enough excuse to end the meeting. “Why don’t you give Detox your phone number, I’ll let you know if we remember anything else. Or, I don’t know, maybe we could talk business.”

The conversation ended with a wink as she placed the phone to her ear.

Walking out of the office felt like a defeat. They had gone in there with such hopes and came out with nothing. Katya still didn’t trust the crazy painter, whose eyes got crossed when looking at the phone. There was something off about her, but Katya couldn’t identify what it was. The last thing she needed was something else to nag at the back of the head. Her anxiety was already through the roof as it was.

Just like they were told, Katya provided her phone number to Detox, who wrote everything down in the computer.

“She offered you a job, didn’t she?” The receptionist asked, leaning forward on the tall desk in conspiracy. “You know, you and I could easily do some sister act. I wouldn’t mind getting freaky with you.”

Katya laughed. “Oh, believe me, I wouldn’t either. Maybe some other time?”

The smile thrown her way seemed to be enough for Detox, who then lifted her eyebrows in Trixie’s direction. “What about you? We have a beautiful doll house that would be perfect for you.”

Lacking Katya’s everflowing seductive skills, Trixie simply shook her head. “Right now, I’m just a little busy with the whole catching killers and all, maybe next time.”

“Ah, maybe next time,” Detox repeated. “You will come around for sure. Nobody says no to Manila Luzon.”

They thanked the girl for her time and left the building, Katya offered to dropped Trixie at her place, claiming she was pretty sure she remembered the way. Almost. If anything, Trixie could guide her around, but she didn’t. As soon as they got in the car, Trixie focused her sole attention on her phone, leaving Katya to figure out the directions by herself.

Loud music came from the device. Katya tried to see what was playing on the phone but, every time she looked at Trixie, she encountered a long curtain of hair blocking her view. Trixie would make disapproving noises before closing a video and opening a new one. The scene was repeated a couple of times before Katya finally decided to ask.

“You really do hate when people have fun, huh?” She directed her attention to the passenger seat for a second, enough to see Trixie’s Instagram getting closed.

“It’s just my roommate, Kim,” she answered, putting the phone back in her purse. “She has people over and I don’t feel like dealing with them.”

“Why? Don’t you like them?” Katya asked without looking at her, her eyes set on the road in front of her.

Trixie scuffed softly. “I do, sorta. I mean, who doesn’t like to hang with beautiful fashion models that make you feel insecure as shit?”

Katya fully looked at her. “Oh, you are not being serious. Trixie, you are, like, one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life.”

With the corner of her eye she saw how Trixie shrugged, disregarding the topic. It wasn’t a typical sight. She hadn’t known Trixie for long, but she did know how much she liked her body. She was proud of her curves and knew exactly what to wear to highlight them. Her makeup abilities were something beyond Katya’s comprehension. She simply couldn’t understand how someone could literally transform the topography of her face just with brushes and beauty products. The most important part was, Trixie knew she was beautiful. More than once Katya had heard her replying with an ‘I know’ when someone complimented how good she looked.

“You know?” Katya suddenly found herself asking. “It’s still kinda early, and my apartment is not far from here. It’s a bit of a mess, but at least it’s not filled with your friend’s friends. Wanna crash for a bit? At least until you know the coast is clear.”

Surprisingly, Trixie agreed and allowed Katya to drive them to her place.

Her apartment was small, and disorganized. Katya made sure to let Trixie know that as they walked up the stairs. She had been living there for a long time and was constantly moving the furniture from its place. Just to see how things would look, but usually gave up halfway through. That was the reason why, when they walked in, Trixe spotted a recliner in the kitchen, and the dining table sat right between the TV and the couch.

One thing that Trixie did find fascinating, was the type of art that adorned the walls. It was weird, bizarre even, but all the uncommon pieces somehow managed to perfectly represent Katya. There was even a series of pictures hanging on a thread from wall to wall, they were all famous paintings that had Katya’s face photoshopped into them. They were odd, and strange, and completely Katya.

“Sorry for the mess,” Katya apologized as she ran around the living room, picking up clothes that were spread around. “I don’t usually have visitors.” She carelessly threw everything in what seemed to be a closet and came back, her hands clapping nervously. “Do you want some coffee?”

Trixie had to chuckle. “If I drink coffee now I won’t be able to sleep at all.”

Katya brought her hand to rub at the back of her neck. “Right. Right. Well, I have tea as well. I think.”

“Really, I’m fine, thank you.”

They walked to the living room and sat on each end of the couch. There was silence for a moment, it wasn’t uncomfortable, it wasn’t tense, but Trixie felt like suffocating. There was something pressing on her chest, preventing her lungs from expanding properly, and she knew the only way to breathe again would be to talk. Since earlier that night, when Katya had opened up about her life, Trixie felt the need to do the same, but it was very unlike her. She could joke about her rough life all day long, but really talking about it wasn’t easy for her.

With a deep sigh, she prepared herself to let it out. She could only hope Katya would understand and appreciate what a huge step this was.

“Wanna–” A small cough cut her off, but she was determined to continue. “Wanna know why I entered the force?”

Katya nodded enthusiastically. “Always.”

“I’m from the deep country. I’m talking cows, and outhouses, and an hour drive just to reach the nearest McDonald’s. I never met my dad, he bailed before I was even born. For a while, it was okay, but Mamma couldn’t really put bread on the table. So she married this guy who - he was okay, I guess, at first. He was a good provider. Then my sister was born and things turned ugly. Suddenly, I wasn’t his kid anymore, so he refused to treat me as such. He was drunk all the time, but, like, all the fucking time.”

Her eyes closed as she pronounced those last words, memories of how things used to be filled her head.

“He started hitting me, because I would misbehave; then my mom, ‘cause she couldn’t keep me in check. I couldn’t stand it. And there was nothing I could do. Standing up to him only meant making things worse. I got out as soon as I could, but I couldn’t help my mom. She had to wait until the bastard died of alcohol poisoning to be free. I don’t wish that on anybody. If I couldn’t help her, at least I can help others.”

All the words poured out of her at once, fearing that if she even took a second too long to pull air in, she would lose the courage to keep going. Katya didn’t say a thing, her mouth opened and her eyes had stopped blinking.

“Trixie, I–” she started.

“Don’t,” Trixie interrupted her. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“No, no, I want to.”

In a fast move, Katya was right in front of her. A soft hand landed on Trixie’s cheek and that was when she realized she was crying. Katya’s touch was delicate, Trixie couldn’t help but close her eyes and leaned into the warmth of Katya’s palm.

“You are so brave,” Katya said, forcing Trixie to open her eyes. “Not a lot of people have it in them to get out of shitty situations. Hell, even I love to go even deeper into my shit. But you… you are such an amazing woman. You are strong and smart and-and funny and I am so fucking proud of you. Knowing that you went through all of that only makes you even more of a badass, if you ask me.”

Trixie laughed tearily. “I wasn’t asking, really.”

A light chuckle left Katya’s lips but she didn’t say anything back. She simply kept rubbing soft circles on Trixie’s cheek with her thumb. The makeup was probably going to be ruined, if not by the touch, from all the crying, but Trixie didn’t really care at this point.

“That’s why this case became such a big deal, I guess.” Trixie hadn’t even considered it until the thought left her lips. “That could’ve been me, you know? One wrong decision and I could’ve ended up like those girls.” An abrupt sob cut through her throat and, before she knew it, she was crying uncontrollably in Katya’s arms.

It could have been a few minutes, it could have been hours, days even. Trixie felt like she had cried every emotion she held inside her. It was a freeing feeling. Soon, she was able to pull air back in without choking.

When she noticed Trixie was breathing normally, Katya pulled away a little to look into her eyes. “You feeling better?” A small nod answered her question. “You are not those girls, okay? And he’s not going to be on the loose for long. We are going to catch this guy.”

Trixie looked at her with big, pleading eyes. Her face had softened to a point that Katya couldn’t stop herself.

“Can I… just… I need to…”

She didn’t have to ask for permission, not really, because as she started to lean forward, Trixie closed her eyes. Katya kissed her right eye, tasting salt and glitter.

“We are gonna catch him,” she promised before moving to the left eye. “I’m gonna do it…” There was a kiss on the nose. “For you.” And then their lips found each other.

The kiss was slow and cautious. Lips smoothly wrapped around each other. They right away initiated a rhythm that allowed their movements and breathing to balance out perfectly. As their mouths explored one another, hands started to roam across their bodies. Trixie placed her hand on Katya’s nape, pulling her closer. Katya had a hand lost between the curls of Trixie’s hair, and the other one rested on Trixie’s thigh.

It was intimate, it was soft, and it was getting hotter by the minute.

It took one quick move for Katya to be sitting on Trixie’s lap. Each of her legs straddled Trixie’s as the kissing became deeper and deeper. Trixie’s hands found their way to Katya’s ass, and she pushed her slightly, starting a rocking motion. Katya didn’t complain, the complete opposite, she liked how Trixie was taking the lead. The feeling of Trixie’s hands kneading her flesh, mixed with the slow movement of her hips, had her already turned on beyond herself.

Katya quickened the pace. She lifted her hips and her hands went down to pull up her own skirt. She needed as much contact as possible. Their lips parted, giving room for moans and whimpers to fly freely. Among the noises of building pleasure filling the apartment, a cell phone brought everything to a halt.

Trying to catch her breath, Katya pressed her forehead against Trixie’s. Their stares met. Katya gave her a moment, trying to figure out if the interruption was enough to break the charm, and make Trixie regret what they were doing.

“Yours or mine?” Katya asked with a side smile.

“Mine is right here,” Trixie said, tapping her pocket before stealing a quick kiss.

With a grunt, Katya stood up and followed the sound to the front door, where she had dropped her purse when they walked in. The screen was still lit when she pulled it out, but the device wasn’t ringing anymore. Ginger’s nickname appeared under the label of missed calls. She stared at it for a moment, pondering what to do. If it had been an emergency, the phone would have rang again by now, or at least that was the excuse Katya gave herself to not return the call. Ginger probably just wanted to catch up. Katya missed her friend, but she had a turned on goddess on her couch. The dilemma answered itself.

Katya sent a quick message indicating she couldn’t talk at the moment, with the promise to ring Ginger in the morning. She stuffed the phone back into her purse and practically ran back to the living room. The short period was enough for her to find it empty. She looked around frantically, but Trixie was nowhere to be found. She couldn’t have left, she was right there just a moment ago, and Katya had been standing by the front door.

A muffled sound came from the bedroom, Katya made her way there and found Trixie. She had thrown to the floor all the crap that Katya had left on the bed, and was already pulling her dress above her head.

No more time was lost. They helped each other out of their clothes and stumbled on the bed. They continued to kiss as fingers rolled nipples and nails scratched backs. It was primitive, it was urgent, it was extremely hot. Katya could feel every inch of her skin burning in desire, and the flames would quench only by the touch of Trixie’s hands.

Katya’s back landed on the mattress, Trixie lied on top of her, settled between her opened legs. She took a nipple between her teeth and Katya’s back arched to the touch. It was worlds apart from the first time they had done it. Trixie was running her tongue on Katya’s breasts, giving both equal amount of attention.

“Thank you,” Trixie spoke against her skin. “Thank you for understanding.” Her head then moved up, facing Katya completely. “Thank you for being such an amazing partner.”

“It’s my absolute pleasure, Barbie doll.”

She held Trixie’s face in her hands, making sure she didn’t lose eye contact as their hips started to move again. They started pressing against each other, rubbing their more intimate areas with fervor. Katya knew it was physically impossible, but the position made her feel as if Trixie were actually thrusting hard inside of her. With every push of Trixie’s hips against hers, Katya’s walls clenched around nothing.

They moved faster and faster, the rhythm becoming erratic as each of them got closer to their own orgasm.

It took one of Trixie’s high pitched moans to send Katya over the edge. She saw white flashes in front of her eyes as waves of earth-shattering pleasure hit her relentlessly. In the high of her ecstasy was that everything suddenly became clear.

“Oh, my God. I know who did it!”

#rpdr fanfiction #trixya #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #jasmine masters #violet chachki #willam belli #vanessa vanjie mateo #manila luzon #lesbian au #smut #laws of motion #dendenmonmon #submission #detox icunt

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Firelight - Part III: A planet the sun forgot.

I wish you all a lovely evening! Here comes part 3/4.

Warnings: Fear, some kind of torture, violence. At all, not the happiest part of this story.

Part 1: Fire and Ice.

Part 2: Let´s try Starfleet.

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The next few hours, maybe even days, I didn´t really know, felt like something was trying to pull my thoughts out of my body, but my body did not give in and that made someone pretty angry. I was pretty sure I was aboard a shuttle, at least that told me the dull feeling in my stomach. Something rough hit me on my shoulder, pierced my brain and forced me to open my eyes. A throbbing pain shot through my jaw and made me moan. "Enough sleep sweetheart." "What the hell?" I grabbed my head to keep from falling, then sank back against a metallic wall. "Oh, get a little hard on yourself." Someone pushed into my field of vision. "Who are you?" I grimaced when I realized who my host was, it was the agent who had been with Leland, her name was Prescot or something. "I already told Leland everything I know and Cornwell.”

"Psst." She put a finger on my lips. Shocked, I broke off. "I know, and it was pretty poor." It was probably supposed to look cute when she slightly tilted her head and blinked at me. "Well, I decided, I take that in my tender hands." "Let me guess." It was burning on my lip, where her finger had been, so I fumbled around on it myself. My lower lip was torn open, that was it. "Leland doesn´t know about it." "Of course not." She smiled again her witch smile. "Leland is a wimp, ridiculously easy to control and has not had a long time to report." "Ah ha." I closed my eyes and moved my jaw slightly, it hurts too. Not as much as what she did next. "Shit, what's that?" I winced as she removed a hypospray from my neck.

"That will help you to remember." She looked at me. "Did you even listen? I can´t remember, the little bit I know came from coincidences and situations. Any attempt to access it, has been a complete flop. " "That's why we're trying this now." The agent lifted the hypospray. "We didn´t get that far with Spock, but I was very curious how that might work." I did not have time to analyze the implications of her words, and before my eyes everything began to turn, my brain seemed to defend itself against what she had given me, with everything it could find in its arsenal. Pain, pictures, every feeling that I had at some point collapsed on me and let me tip forward on the floor. I felt something paralyzing me, it even prevented me from closing my eyes, so all I could do was stare at the ceiling of the shuttle until Prescot leaned close to me.

"Mmh, the dose was probably too high." I saw her shrug a thousand times. "Anyway." Then she dropped to her knees in front of me. "So Cathrin, let's hear, how the hell did you get here?" "What?" I tried to fight the nausea down. "I don´t know that!" "Just don´t come up with the idea of claiming these strange signals are responsible for it." She pushed me back as I tried to straighten up. "Lie down!" I growled as I hit the ground again. "I wouldn´t like to ask again." "I don´t know!" The cold metal on my cheek was doing well. "Burnham has not figured it out yet." "Oh, she will." Prescot's smile looked like a snake's. That made me choke again. "But that takes me too long." She grabbed my braid and pulled me up. "Let's try something different." She pushed me away and I couldn´t catch myself, as my head unrestrained hit the ground, I had to throw up. With a groan I rolled onto my back, still unable to close my eyes or move in coordination. Gradually, I saw her walk past me, sit down in the cockpit of the shuttle and enter a course. No sooner had she entered her coordinator than an alarm rang.

"The Federation with its narrow-minded policies." She switched off the warning tone, then gave me a look that made me shudder down into my confused innermost. "I'm sure that will be a charming excursion." Then she activated the warp drive. "Could only be that it doesn´t go out well for everyone." The picture in front of my eyes blurred, but the last thing I saw, let all hope in me collapsed. The computer displayed our new course on the screen.

Talos IV.

"No, please don´t." I fought against the wave of unconsciousness that just moved over me. "Please..." Then I felt my body tension get lost, my head rolled over and my eyes closed.

*****

At some point I came back to myself, the drugs that she had given me were still burning in my bloodstream, their effect did not seem to end. My fear paralyzed me, the images in my head drove me to the brink of madness. I felt tears rolling down my face, they burned like fire on my skin. Any nerve phage that was not completely overloaded, seemed to consist only of pain. Cold crawled through my fingers, making them stiff and I was sure that would spread into my body soon. I winced as my numb fingertips hit something metallic. It had rounded edges, its surface both smooth and rough, traversed by lines or symbols, and above a curve were elevations. Eager to finally have found something that didn´t seem to come from the arsenal of Dante's Inferno, my brain plunged onto this piece of metal in my hand. Trembling, I stroked it, groped it and counted the small round sublimities.

One, two, three, four.

I exhaled slightly, closing my eyelids over my exhausted eyes. It was his badge, I still had it in my pocket, I closed my fingers tightly, holding it tight and crafting myself a mantra that would hopefully keep me sane. That's real, you can hold on to it while it's there, you have something that they can´t take you. That will protect you. He will protect you.

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"Can you hear me? What did you do with her? " "I tried to help her memory on the jumps." Two women argued together, one voice I knew, unfortunately, but the second?

"Stop looking at me so horrified, I know what your, let's call it hosts, do here." "It will be hard to help her." The other woman spoke again, but it sounded strange. "Her thoughts must first come to rest, her body must regenerate." "I don´t want you to help her, I want you to use her memories for me." "That's not how it works."

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I felt that I was lying on a comfortable surface, I was not covered, but I was not cold or otherwise uncomfortable. However, someone stopped me when I wanted to sit up.

"No, not." A few hands landed on my shoulders, pushing me back. "You really shouldn´t get up yet." That was the woman from earlier, she smiled mildly at me and then let go of me. "Who are you?" She was beautiful, but somehow scary. Blonde long hair fell over her shoulders and I guess that her dress was too short and her shoes were totally inappropriate for this environment.

"I'm Vina." She looked at me. "You are on Talos and safe for now." "Vina?" I squinted, why did I know that name? I didn´t say anything, the thoughts in my head still felt like they were being jumbled up in a washing machine.

"We will try to help you." "Do you read my thoughts?" "Not me." She stepped aside for a moment, I following her gaze and finding three weird figures standing at the end of the room. They had huge heads, a slight green cast and looked at me like I was a lab rat.

"Oh, yes, right." I closed my eyes again. "Talos, there was something." "It's one of the few memories that clearly exists in your mind right now." "Okay, that makes sense and that's the way it used to be." I just assumed they knew what was wrong with me or Prescot had told them. "Where?" "Here. Did you think you were going to get rid of me? " "It will probably still be allowed to hope." I pinched my thumb and forefinger against my nose root. "These headaches are killing me." I blinked hard. "We couldn´t help you, your body needs to break down the chemical first." Vina now put her hand behind my back and helped me sit up. "Slowly." Immediately, everything turned and I held onto her a little. "Phew okay." I put a hand on my stomach. "Maybe that was not the best idea." I made her understand that I wanted to lie down again and she also helped me. "Thank you." "You should try to gain something." "The last thing in there came out very effectively." Now Prescot was standing by my bedside. "Maybe it's better she leaves that." "A glass of water would be nice." I tried to ignore her and looked at Vina instead. "If it doesn´t mind."

She smiled, then almost floated away. Man, how I missed to wear high heels. I took the opportunity and glared at Prescot.

"Hey, what's your problem?" "My problem is you." She leaned against the couch and leaned over to me. "In your lovely head are a few things on which Starfleet is almost as keen as on Spock's, but while they would only read it and stow away somewhere, there is something more substantial in them." "I'm reluctant to bring bad news, but they don´t have it here with profit and trade." I took a breath. "Unless you hug the Ferengi, then you might be lucky." I raised my eyebrows. "Okay, that was new."

"Ah, see." She put her hand to my chin and turned me roughly in her direction. "You just have to drill long enough." "Long is the keyword." I tried to look at her as evil as possible. "It takes time, if I should remember." "Yes, maybe." She pointed in the direction in which just the Talosians have disappeared. "But they certainly have ways to speed things up." "They will not do that!" Vina was back, a vessel in her hand. "It's not their style. They read thoughts to learn so."

"So, if they don´t learn anything from her, then I don´t know." Prescot turned and walked towards the Talosians. "She´s from the past, from another time and reality." I felt bad again as she spokes on. "Supposedly she knows things, up to hundreds of years into the future. Wouldn´t it be tempting to see that? " "Here, then you feel better." Vina helped me put something on, then she held the bottle to my lips and I drank the liquid. Immediately I wanted to vomit again. "Try to keep it to yourself." I choked it down again and slid out of her arms back onto the small pillow. I closed my eyes and in front of them pictures flashed, that I couldn´t initially assign. But I knew the blue eyes that looked at me. "Chris."

But he looked strange, as if someone had put on a costume that looked like Chris but not really fit, as if he would play the role but go his own way. I took a deep breath, then jerked off again. I tried to hold on to this look, but slipped away and tore everything that was just so clear together with me, back into the vortex, from which I still couldn´t free myself. "Cathrin, don´t try to fight it." Her melodic voice sneaked back into my mind. "We want to help you." Given Prescot's attempt to promote me like an entertainment program, I could hardly believe her. It felt like I was pulling in a thousand directions at the same time. I saw the Enterprise with all its commanders, the Borg, the Romulans, the Dominion, but as soon as I saw anything clear, it was torn from me as if someone wanted to prevent me from remembering later. Then it became too much for me and I gave up and let myself be carried away by whom or whatever.

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Something familiar crawled through my nose into my brain, it took a moment to assign it. "Chris?"

I whispered softly, just so I could be sure my thoughts wouldn´t play a trick on me again. Once again, I closed my fingers around the badge in my pocket, still hoping that it would be my anchor in reality. "I'm here." "No, no."

I shook my head, I didn´t dare to open my eyes. "Please don´t, you will be executed or you…"

Now I felt a hand on my arm. Instead of calming me, it made me nervous. I felt my heart start beating faster, adrenaline rushing back through my veins.

"That will not happen." Then he paused. "What about her?" "Agent Prescot has given her a remedy to make her memories accessible, but instead she just buried her deeper inside. Not even for the Talosians was it possible to get them out. " I heard him sigh, which somehow made me cramp myself even more. "No, this is not possible." "Cathrin." Pike pulled away from Vina, leaned toward me, then gently put his hand on my cheek. "Open your eyes, look at me!" It sounded like a command, and the part of me that slowly began to feel comfortable in Starfleet came to grips with it. I opened my eyes, looked into Christopher Pike's face and instantly felt my eyes grow to twice their size. My battered body tried to get away from him. It just didn´t get too far.

I rolled to the side of the couch and could barely put my legs down, before I would have slammed like a wet sack to the ground. Instead, I fell into his outstretched arms and was pulled back. "Let me go." I squirmed with all the strength I had left, it was not much anymore. "That's not real!" My legs slid away, then I slid down on him, feeling his knees fall and lift me up.

"It's real!" He looked at Vina, she came before his question. "There is a memory in her mind that relates to this place and she doesn´t seem to get away from it." She looked at him. "It includes you." My head rolled against his chest and he turned his attention to me. He felt the tension drain from my body, my hand just resting on his shoulder, slipping slowly down his chest. "I can´t stay here any longer, she needs a doctor and." "I understand." She smiled sadly. "It was clear from the first second when I saw how you looked at her. You love her." "Vina." Pike took a deep breath. "You never looked at me like that." "I am so sorry."

"What are you sorry for?" This on seemed a little easier to her. "That you have found someone to give you what you need?" She took a step towards him and put a hand to his cheek. "I have decided to stay here, not you and it would be unfair for you to stop living your life." "I..." "Don´t wait too long." Then she stepped back from him. "In my experience, that's not the right way. Don´t worry, I'm fine. " "I wish you all the best." "I wish you the same." Pike pulled his communicator from his belt and snapped it open. "Pike to Tyler, two to beam." Then the transporter beam enveloped them and carried Pike away from Vina one last time, and although it took a few more days for him to admit that, he really could let her go this time.

****

As soon as the transporter dropped him off in the shuttle, he could feel a huge tension fell from him. Not that he felt directly threatened, but it was better to know that they would leave this planet in a few minutes.

"Finally." Ash Tyler jumped up and came to him. His eyes fell on Cathrin. She lay unconscious in the captain's arms, was incredibly pale, trembling and you could see in her face that a battle had rage in her head. "Oh, that doesn´t look good." Carefully, he put his hands around Cathrin's head as Pike went to his knees to lay her on the floor.

"It is not." Chris reached for the Med-Kit he had received from Dr. Culber. "OK." He pulled out one of the neural emitters and tried to activate it, but his trembling fingers thwarted him. "Damn it."

"I can do that." Tyler took the device from him, activated it and put it to her temple, then repeated the process on the other side. He allowed himself to watch the captain briefly as he prepared the hypospray, as Culber had shown them. During the entire flight Pike had been unusually quiet, nervous and very distracted for his circumstances. He seemed to have pulled himself together for the mission, but now he also noticed how this day claimed its toll. The slight head injury of this morning would do the rest. "Okay, that seems to work." Ash grabbed the hypospray, put it on Cathrin's neck, and injected the drug cocktail. Almost immediately, she seemed to relax, she started to breathe more regularly and the flashing lights on the emitters were less hectic. "We should be frowned upon from here, I'm not at all anxious to find out what surprises Prescot still has in store." Pike just wanted to get up from the floor, when he felt Tyler's hand on his shoulder. The agent smiled slightly at him, then looked at Cathrin. "Stay with her, I'll do it." "Thanks, Tyler." Ash's answer was a small nod, then he hurried forward into the cockpit and shortly thereafter the shuttle took off and left Talos IV. Chris sank to the floor beside Cathrin, throwing a blanket over her and then looking at her. Was that his fault? Should he have clarified his point of view to Leland?

In front of him, he could see the shuttle plunge into space and sink into the warp seconds later. "I'll contact Discovery as soon as we've passed Star Base 11." Tyler got up, rummaged in one of the equipment rucksacks, and came to him. "Here, you should have a drink." "Thank you." Pike accepted the bottle and took a long sip. Tyler sat down opposite him, drank too, then looked at the captain.

"It's not your fault Sir." Ash briefly checked the settings of the medical devices. "Captain Leland has some agents who would like to dispute his position." "You too?" "No." "I had to ask that." Pike's mouth twitched briefly. "I know." Tyler did the same. "She's also my friend, if I had known, I would have warned you. I know she means a lot to you."

Pike took a deep breath. He was probably a worse actor than he had thought. "We should be in radio range in thirty minutes." He got up and went back into the cockpit. Ash was fine, Pike and he were far from being friends, but the captain looked as if he could use some encouraging words, even though he was not the best officer for the job. "No persecutors or other anomalies." "OK." Chris stroked his face. That was at least halfway good news. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grabbed her hand. They almost disappeared in his and was cold. Tyler took care of everything, so he admitted he just didn´t have to be the captain. His head sank against his hand, which he had laid around hers, then he closed his eyes. He had no idea what he meant to call what bound them, but right now it felt like it ran through his fingers even before he could name it. He raised his head and looked at her.

"Cathrin." In front of his eyes he could see her looking at him with her green eyes.

"Hold on, please." He stroked a strand from her face.

"Do not give up."

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